#he didn't even get a fucking jet ski

[winterarmyy]

Never Lie To Me

A series of random Bucky Drabbles that I can't let go but don't have the brain to make the whole complete plot of.

Summary: In which Y/N's sinful thoughts towards the Asset is reciprocated.

Pairing: winter soldier!bucky x hydra agent!female!reader

Words: 3.4k++

Warnings: 18+ content, no minors allowed, nsfw, purely smut and lack of plot, honestly. messy writing and lack of dialogue, sorry for that. Others may include probably incorrect russian due to the use of google translate, marking kink (if you squint), metal hand kink, finger-fucking, clit spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, soldat doesn't talk much, i figured he is more reserved but that doesn't mean his actions are (*wink wink*) he is kinda rough but the reader highkey loves it, just bunch of horny pent-up mfs getting some action for once, y'know.

Inspiration: "Cause I can see you waiting down the hall for me and I can see you up against the wall with me." – I Can See You (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift.

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Y/N didn't understand why was she sent to this field mission. There were literally dozens of others that were much suitable to do it and yet they chose her of all people? Considering her much leisure job for the past months, which basically just to guard a lab, Hydra seemed to forgot that her body have been lack of combat practice.

She hated this. This mission. This organization. All of it.

Y/N was one of those kids that Hydra stole from the orphanages for their Phantom program; it is where they train, or accurately brainwash, the kids into highly skilled assassin. And she was one of the top 5 out of the program in her batch.

But after a certain incident in one of the mission in Peru, she was temporarily relocated to Siberia to, as they say, "recover" before they can assign get into another mission. There, she was given a much lenient task, which was to guard the lab where the Winter Soldiers were created.

Those few months was both heaven and hell for her; heaven was that she didn't need to be soaked in the blood of the innocent lives and hell was that she had to be a bystander to the cruelty of the dehumanizing process of the Winter Soldier program.

Sure, everything Hydra does to its "followers" are, by nature, imbrute. I mean, she was trained like a dog since she was but a child, but this. This was just another level of evil. Such vile and merciless thing to do to another human being. The muzzles that Hydra shoved in their mouth doesn't really help to reduce the excruciating noises that they made.

Though, while she was physically forced to witness the atrociousness, there was one constant thing that kept her mind off from it all.

They call him the Asset. In fact he was the first one. But she'd rather think of him simply as a man sleeping in a cryo chamber.

Y/N had heard of this "monster", the rumours were terrible as they come and go, but she find it hard to believe that when the soldat had such a calm and kind expression on his face, even if his features were frozen in ice. That was her first impression of him; then day by day, and what felt like ages, she watched him.

Her curiosity got the best of her when she started to think of scenarios and possibilities that the man had quickly became her escape from the horrid reality around her.

Though she spend most of her time trying not to feel it, but the other times, well... the thoughts went a little wild. At one point, they got too personal even for her own mind to comprehend.

After a month of reporting at the new post, she heard the whispers of "thawing the asset" from other agents and scientists around the lab. And surely enough, one of those day, the soldat was brought back from his slumber.

It didn't cross her mind before, of what color laid behind those closed lids. But when she saw his eyes for the first time, she was in complete awe. They were blue as the vast ocean she once jet-skied over; but they were as cold like when she stepped foot at this snow covered facility.

The contrast of his dark hair and tanned skin only makes his bright eyes to become the most prominent feature on his face. And Y/N just couldn't tear her gaze away, especially when the Hydra agent that supposed to retrieve him was making such a big fuss over how slow the soldat was reacting to their commands.

What do they expect? He was literally frozen for lord knows how long just a few seconds ago. Everything must be dissociating for him. So of course, the man's mind and body needs time to adjust.

The soldat abruptly fell on his knees after exiting the chamber, causing one of the guards to strike a kick across his face, "вставай, паршивая собака! (Get up, you lousy dog!)"

And that was it, Y/N had enough of it, "Hey!" she shouted as her stomped towards the guards. The duo quickly stood straight and showed their respect to her; knowing that those who graduated from Phantom program has higher ranking than them.

The moment Y/N found her footing in front of him, the palm of her hand landed harshly across his face, "Do you realized what you just did?" She asked as the taller regained to his prior composure.

"That man!" She pointed at the soldat who was obediently sitting on the floor, "Is Hydra's most prized asset. He alone is worth thousands of you useless scumbags. And you had the audacity to lay your hands on him?!" She roared and the lab fell into silent.

The two guards can only bite on their own tongue knowing what she said was true. The soldat was in fact the Hydra's precious weapon, as for now that he was the only one who successfully weilded the super soldier serum in his veins.

Y/N walked around and stood in front of the soldat, "Are you hurt, soldat?" she asked as her gaze fell on him. His head was hanging low as he bored his empty eyes into the shine of Y/N's black boots; he shook his head and replied, "No, ma'am"

She knew he was lying, especially when she saw the drips of blood on his pants, "Look at me." She ordered in which the soldat complied. And there it was, the source of the mess, the red cut on the corner of his lips. Her frown only deepened when the bruises were slowly forming on his cheek bones.

Y/N crouched to his level, as her hand reaching for his cheeks. His body halted and stiffened when she approached, but only to be surprised by the soft carress of her fingers on his face, "If you're not injured, then what's this?" She whispered lowly; a tone where just the two of them can hear.

The soldat's empty eyes almost melt in hers; he never saw her before, who is she? Why was there so much kindness in her eyes? And why was she holding him so gently?

He let her careful thumb wiped the blood from his chin before whispered again, "Never lie to me, soldat. Do you understand?"  The soldat obediently nodded as a spiral of indescribable emotions stirred within him. His eyes lingered at the way her lips formed into a soft smile, "Good." She praised.

Since then, the soldat's gaze had remain on her almost all the time. From the moment she threatened the two guards, to the time she looked away from the tortured candidates of the Winter Soldier program, to this very second as she undresses every part of her suit.

Though the mission was a success however, their plane was utterly wrecked by an unforeseen mini gun. So they were forced to walk through the snow storm and find shelter at one of Hydra's safe house.

It was not rare for the soldat to be paired with other agents on a mission but never with a woman. Much less the pretty little bunny that he had been obsessing over. Ever since that incident, the soldat often think of her. And he really tried too keep everything professional but something within him changed lately.

One particularly distinct moment that he experienced that made it clear to him; it was when he was waiting in the hall for his handlers to drag him around the facilities, and she happen to walk towards him from the opposite side. And when he brushed pass her, he noticed how his hands was itching to grab her by the neck and push her up against the wall.

As if there was this strong urge to claim her, mark her, fuck her. That was when he realized. The soldat wanted her. He wanted ruin her for everyone else. He wanted her to be his. But, he knew they keep watchful eyes on him. On both of them. And he can't risk that.

But now that she was standing right in front of him, in her underwear no less, how was he supposed to control himself?

Y/N turned her attention towards the soldat, he stood absolutely still that she almost thought he was literally frozen, "Why are you not stripping? Even with that super soldier serum in you, I doubt that you don't feel cold from those snow-soaked clothes."

Maybe it was the dim-lit room, but she swore that the soldat eyes darkened when she walk towards him. Especially when his eyes ranked the way her wet undergarments stick onto her skin.

How many times did she fantasize about the way he was looking at her. How many times did she made herself cum from the thoughts on grinding her cunt into his metal fingers.

Too many to count.

Especially when, in her head, she could see him in his suit with his knives, she could see him throwing his black mask on the floor, she could see him bending her over to his will, she could see him make her want him, crave him, need him.

And whenever their eyes met, she often think of the what-ifs between them. Like, what would he do if she went to touch him now? What would he do if Hydra never found them out? What would he do if they never made a sound?

What would he think if she made him her own personal addiction? Then will he entertain her fantasies by making her his own secret mission?

"Remember what I told you, soldat?" She asked as her hands reached for his mask.

Without hesitation, the soldat replied, "Never lie to you." as his face was bare for her to see.

Y/N took a step forward, so close that he could almost feel her skin on him, "Now tell me, what do you want?" Her eyes found his diluted ones as he lifted his gaze from her cleavage to meet hers.

His cock was rather truthful even from the beginning; now more than before when it twitched painfully in the confinement of his pants. The soldat hissed to the feel of it before he confessed, "I want you."

Y/N couldn't help but to smile, "Then, have me, soldat."

That was all he needed to hear. Her permission to have her, to own her. Then, very next second, he had her body pinned firmly against the wall, his lips on her soft ones, his wet tongue exploring in her mouth.

The soldat had his metal hand gripping the back of her neck, not wanting that pretty head of hers to hit the wall; while the other hand unabashedly teared the bra off from her body.

Breaking the kiss, the soldat's lustful gaze watched how her breasts became bare for him. So pretty and perky. His cock twitched madly as if it was ordering him to touch them, suck on them. And he did just that.

The soldat took her right nipple into his hot mouth while his free hand pawed on the other. Y/N moaned lewdly at roughness of his hand and mouth. When she threw her head back, that was when she saw it. At the corner of the room, she noticed a CCTV camera directly situated towards their direction

She grabbed a handful of his long hair, and lightly tugged him back but he refused to stop sucking on her. Y/N huffed when she whispered, "They're watching us."

That was when the soldat quickly released her from his mouth and quickly hovered his huge body over her, he growled possessively as his quick eyes scanned for all the nearby camera.

Y/N chuckled amusingly at his reaction, "Do you not like it when they watch us?" She teased. The soldat growled again as he pulled her closer, her nipples perked even more now that they touched the cold fabric of his clothes, "Mine. Mine alone." He declared.

Y/N looked up at him with a pair of seductive eyes, "Then, what are you going to do about it?" She taunted. The soldat swiftly pulled his knives out from his thigh strap and threw it directly at the lens of each camera in the room. Now no one would have a chance witness her divine body, or see what her face looks like when he make her cum.

There weren't much of intelligible words that came out of his mouth after that, besides the grumble noises of the word "mine".

The soldat latched her mouth onto her skin, particulary around her neck, collarbone and the valley of her breast. He kissed and licked and sucked to leave his mark on her as his metal hand dug into her hips.

Meanwhile, the flesh of his right hand slide right into her panties. He fingers trailed the outer slit of her cunt; as if he was purposely teasing her, "Зайка (bunny)" he groaned against her neck when he felt how wet she was. She squirmed needily under his hand, when his middle finger poked her entrance while his thumb grazed across her clit.

"So wet, all for me?" He purred as his finger slowly dug into her hole. Y/N whined and grabbed his wrist before he could go any further, "Want your metal fingers, soldat." she slurred deliriously; already drunk with his touches.

It took all his might to not fuck her right there and then when she let him have her. The soldat wanted to treat her gently, prepare her sweetly. Now that she had confessed such sinful desire, something in him just snapped.

He pulled his hand out, and effortlessly ripped her panties from her body before lifting one of her legs up, pushing her thighs towards her body. She yelped at the sudden roughness, embarrassment crept across her spine when the soldat licked his lips at the sight of her cunt, wide open for him.

"Want my metal fingers huh,  Зайка (bunny)?" He trailed his metal fingers along her wet hole, "You got it." He abruptly shoved two of his digits into her, causing her to let out a loud gasp at the sudden intrusion.

The soldat didn't give her time to adjust, he simply pulled his fingers out to the very tip and thrust it back into her. And he does it again, and again and again. Until the pain turn into sheer pleasure.

When her eyes rolled back and shut close, the soldat growled disapprovingly, "No. Don't close your eyes. Look. Look down. Watch how your wet little hole take my metal fingers. That's it. Look at you. Fuck. Look. At. You." His pace didn't lose its rhythm when he fucked his fingers hard and fast; he curled them just right every time he hit that deep spot inside her.

His metal fingers was better that she had ever imagine, and the sight that she was looking at was so lewd that she was already so overstimulated from it, then when his thumb circled her clit, she thought she was seeing actual stars.

Streams of fluid was squelching everytime he shoved his fingers knuckles deep into her, that it trickled down his hand. It was so messy and the soldat loves it. He want her to be this messy all the time. He wanted to clean her up with his tongue. Lick every drip of her sweet fluid, swollow it like he was thristy and she was water.

At the this point, he would be willing to stay on his knees if it means that he get to have her cunt on his mouth always.

The soldat growled at the way she moaned so shamelessly at how harsh his fingers was violating her sweet pussy. He kept on rubbing on her clit and watched her body shuddered when he slap on it. Seeing her reaction, he continued to spank her clit and he fucked her harder; one, two, three, four, until she cried out a long moan and her pussy gushed with her creamy cum.

And seeing how her body trembled, her cream dripping out onto his hand, the soldat almost combust in his pants. Though apart of him wanted to feel her sweaty skin on his own, another just wanted to feel her warm pussy.

So, instead of wasting more of his time undressing himself, the soldat hurriedly unzipped his pants to release his aching cock out. He pulled his finger out and licked her cum clean while his other hand lazily pumped his leaking length, "Taste so good, Зайка (bunny). Bet you feel good too."

Y/N whined at his action, he looked so hot and bothered. And something about him fully clothed while pumping his needy cock for her; it just drives her to near feral. She let out an exasperated gasp when the soldat maneuvered her legs to cling around his waist, while his hand gripped on her hips. Her voice then stuck on her throat when he thrust his cock deep inside in one stroke.

His size was stretching her out so much that it burned, a good type of burn; in fact, the best type. The soldat on the other hand almost burst his cum the moment he entered her. She felt so good. Better that his rough hands when he jerked off to the though of her. But he was determined to make her cum on his dick before he get his own high.

So without letting her adjust to his size, he slowly pulled out and harshly slammed right back into her; fuck does it feel so good. And her mewling so needily for him does not help the situation at all. He repeated the same thing over and over until he managed to suck up his need to cum, then fasten his pace. And the sound of her wetness rubbing against his cock when he pounded into her was so damned and sinful, that never wanted to forget.

Her back repeatedly hit the wall from the force of his thrust that she needed to hold on his shoulders for support. His pace was fast and deep, almost erratic. Her moans broken when she felt the tip of her cock ramming at her womb, her walls clenching in delight to welcome such huge and hot length inside her. Every stroke was perfect and if she had no self-control she would be cumming each time the soldat forced his cock into her.

His hips slapped against her and she eagerly followed his every thrust, desperate to meet his skin as much as he was for her. And when she looked up to him, the soldat was looking directly into her. His ocean blues dove into her soul as his grunts tangled with her cries.

His breathing stuttered and his pace flatter. She could tell he was getting close. But, the soldat refused to; not until she cum first.

In and out. In and out. His pace became brutally delicious. Her nerves were stretching so good that her toes curled and that was when she felt the coil forming. Short needy pants left her lips, each one was a sign that she was getting closer to ecstacy, "I'm cumming, soldat. Please,, don't stop."

The soldat groaned, "Don't hold back." He pounded into her impossibly harder; and the delicious drag of his cock continued to punish her into pure ecstasy, forcing her cum to leak out and lather around his throbbing length, "That’s it, Cum for me, Зайка (bunny). Cum for your soldat,, ahh fuck so tight, i'm cumming too, ahh." The soldat chased his own release as continued to thrust inside her clenching hole.

"Fuckkkk i'm cumming inside you, Зайка (bunny). Will mark you mine with my cum. Ahhh ahhh fuckk", the soldat moaned to the addictive feel of her cunt milking him, and soon after when it hits him, his cock throbbed wildly as his cream leaked from the tip, endlessly filling her womb full with his warm cum.

Y/N whined to the amount of warm fluid spreading inside her. And when she thought his slowed thrust was a sign of an end, she couldn't be wrong. The soldat slowly pulled his cock out to the very tip, just pound it back into her. He groaned at the sight of his creamy cum spilling out, circling where his cock was stuffing her. Then he does it again, and again.

Until she started to moan for him, "hmmm,, s-soldat?" She hoped that he would explain himself.

His dark eyes only glint with lust and greed when a small smiled curved on his lips, "Oh, Зайка (bunny), I'm not done with you until I mark every part of you as mine."

End.

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A/N: This scene has been played out in my head the whole day when Speak Now (TV) came out. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this short read! Drop some thought behind for me would you?

#winter soldier × reader #winter soldier x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier smut #bucky smut

[adasknife]

to clarify because i don't want people assume stuff. this is how they look in resident 4, their dynamic in re6 isn't here. nor leon's characteristics in later games. this is JUST re4 remake.

another difference between ada and luis vs ada and leon:

luis: who are you working for?

ada: *sighing a bit* you rather not know

leon: who are you working for?

ada: *smirking and looking directly at his eyes* oh, leon, you know i don't work and tell

i'm just so very curious in the certain details of resident evil especially with ada then telling leon to leave the island to protect himself. so, another personal theory (a game theory :p), of ada which i already repeated. ada doesn't respect leon. like full on, does not. sure, her words of telling him to leave may sound nice, but looking at the situation how does it look.

during separate ways, she mentioned how raccoon city affected her life in a semi positive way. when she sees leon, she smile at the thought the rookie was still there. when she sees a raccoon, she even comments on how it might be fate they had the chance to meet again. when luis tell her he can cure them, she immediately goes and tells leon to screw off and leave ashley.

leon is fucking nothing to her. she is toying with him constantly for no reason. she is always letting leon do the hard work despite being able to help. she directly helps leon (face to face) twice, and in the end of the day that doesn't really change her mind. she gets the amber and toys with leon one last time, and when leon rejects her offer. she looked annoyed and immediately shrugged it off. but she let go of the key for the ski jet. she wants to save him only for her own pleasure, she says, "see you soon."

she doesn't trust leon to do the job on his own, she doesn't leon with ada herself, and yet she only wants to win and dominate him. if she did again, she will do it again because if she can't do it with wesker.

because there we are again with wesker, she doesn't raise her gun to him and she is always avoiding to piss him off face to face.

ada probably liked winning over leon because he was the only idiot she didn't respect she could beat, and when he beat her she swallowed her pride. when leon gives her his back, ada knows he trusts himself to beat her again which causes her to leave.

in the end of the day, there's three dynamics in separate ways that belong to ada wong.

friendly: luis

intimidation: wesker

and

toying: leon

#resident evil #ada wong #leon kennedy #luis serra #i want ada to lose more than just a battle #i want her to have consequences so badly

[tgmsunmontue]

It's all academic darlin' PART 6/10

12k+ Hangster AU. Updating 2-3 parts per week and will be finished by 14th January 2024. (Each part is ~1500 words).

Bradley is a professor but living his best life with IceMav parents. Jake is a pilot. Maverick sort-of tries (and fails) to play matchmaker, so he tries again. Touch of epistolary and sprinkling of one-sided unknown/mistaken-identity.

For the emails in this part (because bold (Bradley Bradshaw) and italics (Jake Seresin) aren't super obvious) the beginning and ending of emails are also marked with this: <>

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

                Bradley stares at the email and snorts in disbelief. Fucking hell, Mav's right. Alive and breathing and he’ll flirt with it. Though it does make him wonder why Jake didn't flirt with him when they were at the cabin. One word he'd never use to describe Jake Seresin is shy.

&lt;>You’re lucky you’re not one of my students. Pretty sure I’d have to report that email for sexual harassment.<>

&lt;>Lucky for you I’m not. Anyway, you started it.<>

&lt;>Not intentionally. I’ve used that turn of phrase dozens of times before and never had anyone reply like you have. And I’m never going to be able to use it again without thinking it’s inappropriate, so thanks for that.<>

&lt;>I aim to please.<>

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>I’m sure you do.<>

                Those four little words have Jake taking in a long slow breath, he’s never before realized that flirting through email was something you could do. Makes sense, he’s done it through text messages and apps plenty, and obviously in person, but through email is a new thing. Plus he’s never flirted and not known what the person looked like before, even if they were old pictures on Tinder or Grindr… Apps he never got back around to reinstalling on his phone. He wonders if it’s just the length of time since he got laid that is making him feel… interested. Curious. This flirting is two-way, he hasn’t had the guy give short or sharp replies, he’s humoring Jake. Almost playful.

                He’s on a carrier for the next few months, training and upskilling; so he has nothing to lose in emailing this guy. Being flirty. Plus he’ll actually get some answers to his original questions which he sent off earlier. He’s definitely more interested in this than he thought though, wonders if the guy is single. Okay. That’s putting the carriage before the horse, they’re exchanging emails. If it becomes something more than just… light flirting and getting to know each other then he will ask.

…             …             …

&lt;>So what do you like to do in your down time?<>

&lt;>Well, I have a pretty full schedule. I teach and carry out research, but that’s my job so not down time I guess. But I love it, so it doesn’t exactly feel like work. Outside of my paid hours of work I do… well. Everything? I love trying new things, sometimes the more dangerous the better. I do rock climbing at least twice a week, hiking, do some jet skiing, water skiing, snowboarding. Picked up all the winter sports when I lived in Sweden. Plus my dad is a freaking daredevil and adrenalin junky so he’s always finding ways to do stupid shit. Usually drags me along. I go out to a quiz night with my postgrad students and some colleagues. What about you?<>

&lt;>You mean the very little leave I have? I usually spend it with friends and doing whatever they want to do. I’ve started enjoying hiking a bit more, like keeping active. I love my job too, feel very lucky to get to fly and get paid for it.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Favorite type of music?<>

&lt;>Country. Can take the Texan out of Texas, but you can’t take the country lovin’ out of the Texan. You?<>

<>I’ve yet to hear music I don’t like. But I’m a fan of things I can sing along to. I’m constantly singing, people say they can hear me before they can see me.<>

                Jake rubs his eyes, feels like he’s making connections where they don’t exist. Lots of people like singing along to music. And Bradley is a common name. In the beginning some of the emails do actually go into the work Bradley does, and he gets more articles to read. He’s got a much better grasp of materials science now, and he re-reads the original article Mav gave him and it’s fascinating now, rather than being slightly interesting.

…             …             …

&lt;>So how long is your deployment and what are you up to? If you can share it.<>

&lt;>Unless something comes up I’ve got three months left of what is a seven month deployment. And I’m a naval aviator. Recently been doing nothing but night landings, which I have to admit has to be my least favorite thing to do. Nothing like taking off from a carrier though.<>

&lt;>My dad was a naval aviator. A RIO.<>

&lt;>Does he still fly?<>

&lt;>No. He died when I was small. Training exercise actually, so you be safe out there.<>

&lt;>Always.<>

                Bradley stares at the screen in front of him, thinks about Mav telling him that Jake saved his life and what kind of fucked up mission apparently made him an Ace. Knows his mom didn’t want him joining any of the armed forces, but he doesn’t know how she’d feel about him wanting to… date one. Obviously exchanging some emails isn’t dating, but he still feels like he’s laying groundwork for something and it’s a little unsettling. But his life is so heavily intertwined with the defense force, he understands the ebb and flow and nature of work. Has to accommodate it often enough with his own research.

                Also, he’s not sure, but he gets the feeling that Jake has forgotten that they’ve met. He knows now that Jake was dealing with concussion when they met, so he’s wary about reminding him. He’s been there; both the dealing with a concussion and dealing with Mav playing a bit free and easy with personal medical details. Regardless, being reminded you’ve forgotten shit and not remembering just makes you feel like shit so he just… ignores it. He doesn’t mention Mav, wouldn’t have mentioned Ice anyway, and just refers to his ‘dad’ to sort-of describe his dad, Mav, and Ice, even if it might get confusing if Jake picks up on it.

                He takes the email communication as the opportunity it is though, to get to know Jake without the idea that he needs to portray any particular type of image. He’s going to ask all the questions which have crossed his mind in the last few months. Okay. Maybe not all of them…

…             …             …

&lt;>Do you like cooking?<>

&lt;>Yeah, definitely. I don’t get much opportunity though. My gran taught me. I like the meditative nature of a lot of the works. Like kneading dough, julienning vegetables, finely dicing things… that’s one of my happy places. What about you?<>

&lt;>Yeah, I love cooking too. I totally get what you mean about it being meditative, takes you out of other thoughts and makes you focus. Also I love cooking for others. I’m told it’s one of my love languages.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>You ever wonder what your life would be like if you took a different path? I think about it sometimes, if I'd studied something different, or followed my dad despite my mom pretty much expressly forbidding me to do so...<>

&lt;>I'd be on my family ranch. Or in the airforce. I like my life though, wouldn't want to change much. <>

&lt;>No regrets then?<>

&lt;>A few. But I wouldn’t be the man I am today without them so not really.<>

…             …             …

&lt;>Sorry this can’t be longer – I’ve got a pile of marking and then I’ve got to get to my dad’s for dinner. Weekly dinner cannot be missed upon pain of death, even if right now it’s a choice between undergraduate essays and dinner with the parentals.<>

                Jake frowns, he’s certain Bradley had said previously that his dad had died when he was young. Must be a step-dad or something. The emails haven’t remained super flirty, but there’s definitely been comments here and there. One email confirming he’s single, which Jake had tucked away; felt encouraged that this was going somewhere and he feels weirdly invested in just where that somewhere might be. The emails have made the weeks flow quickly, the constant communication back and forth has just felt… good. Bradley has made him laugh, and challenged him to think about technical shit which he’d never done before. He’s still been working out and socializing plenty, but for fifteen to thirty minutes a day he spends reading and writing to Bradley and he’ll be back within six days and Bradley’s last line in his email has his heart skipping a beat and then going double time.

&lt;>If my dates are right, then the GW gets in this week. How do you feel about catching up over a drink?<>

&lt;>Before or after the hands-on experience and private tour?<>

                He’s more confident this time that he’s going to get a positive answer, not the original dread after his first flirty email months ago. He does indeed get in this week, and for once he might have plans which aren’t with friends or family. He sends a quick email to his brother and sister, letting them know he’ll come and visit after he’s been back at least a week, which is his usual practice anyway.

…             …             …

&lt;>So the easiest thing, for an ACTUAL tour of the labs, is for you to come to the University. I finish teaching at 3 on Friday, so can show you around then. Just come to the engineering office and I’ll swing by. Then we can discuss the hands-on experiences. You want my number?<>

&lt;>You have a functioning phone?<>

&lt;>Harsh. Here’s my number anyway. I’ll try and keep my phone safe.<>

                What the fuck.

                That’s just… it’s too much of a coincidence now. Jake scrunches his face and wonders if he’s maybe still just trying to make connections where there aren’t any. Is it all wishful thinking on his part? There just seems to be more and more mounting evidence though. It started off with a couple of things that made him wonder. It’s been too long now to ask outright, but he’s put the pieces together. Bradley Bradshaw is also somehow Bradley Mitchell and a part of him doesn’t want to ask. Can’t ask now that it’s been four months of emailing back and forth. He grabs his phone, most of the contacts are callsigns or emojis, and he decides to go with the theme and puts a little rooster emoji and he opens up the notes app. Wants to list things manually.

                He likes singing to music.

                He may or may not have a functioning phone. Again?

                He’s a navy brat, which any kid of Mav’s would be.

                Except he said his dad died in a training exercise…

                Mav gave me the article.

                Okay.

                Okay.

                He cracks his knuckles and searches for Bradley Bradshaw again. Pictures of the Bradley who he thinks of as Mav’s son come up again, but this time he does some actual digging, clicking through links to conferences featuring keynote speaker profiles and it has actual photos. Definitely photos of Bradley Bradshaw, his name under the photo and everything. So Bradley Bradshaw and Bradley Mitchell are the same person and he’s coming to grips with that, because Mav gave him the article. He goes back and adds a row of exclamation points with a few question marks to help convey his confusion. What did Mav mean by giving him the article? What is he missing? Is he missing anything? Is he reading too much into this? He tugs at his hair in frustration.

                Wait.

                He goes back through the emails and there, Bradley says his dad was a naval aviator. Well, he guesses Mav was one too, even… but no. Bradley said his dad died during a training exercise. Something is tickling in the back of his mind and he logs in to the naval database, types in the name Bradshaw and there it is. There’s a fucking family resemblance to write home about, holy shit. He falls down a little rabbit hole of enquiry and finds out the history of Nicholas Bradshaw and Peter Mitchell and he knows now, 99.99% that Bradley Bradshaw is also Mav’s son. He puts all his email interactions with Bradley into perspective and yeah, they’d definitely been flirting and getting to know each other really well. He’s shared some things with Bradley which only Javy or his siblings know.

                Also Bradley’s hot, even with the shirts and bad moustache and now that he knows what Bradley Bradshaw looks like, knows what he looks like shirtless chopping wood, or stripping off after a run, or explaining how the pump system works… Fucking hell, of course he knows shit about stuff like that, he’s an engineer. He said he was a teacher. And he loves music, and flying and can cook… He goes back to Rate my Professor and rereads them with new eyes and huh, okay, yeah, it all tracks.

                Okay. They’ve arranged to meet and then… go from there. He’s not naïve enough to know drinks could mean anything, because Bradley Bradshaw for sure as hell knew who he was talking to the whole time. It does raise a different question in Jake’s mind though.

                Did he think Jake knew who he was talking to?

PART 7

#Hangster #Top Gun Maverick fanfiction #Sereshaw #rooster x hangman #It's all academic darlin'

[theythinkimsuchagoodboy]

The house was full like any lake house and it was a nice house with a nice view and not too many people walking around on the beach and there was an outdoor shower everyone joked around about being a peep show because if you were on the beach or on the back porch it was wide open for anyone to see and he thought maybe his mother in law secretly liked that, though she didn't seem otherwise frisky, but he liked taking showers down there and hoping someone cute would walk by on the beach. They didn't need to be cute, but it'd be nice if they were.

Everyone had gotten there early in the week so the house had filled up, but the neighbors didn't get there until closer to the weekend. It was relaxing, sitting on the beach and no one's around, a good way to get out of the bedlam of the house. Too many people in too small a place too related to each other. It was driving him crazy. It was… driving him crazy.

And then the beach wasn't so peaceful anymore as people got the jet skis going and people got the motorboats going and that was fine, it was still a beach, and the neighbors got there and it was a couple families with a bunch of kids who played in the sand all day. The parents crushed hard seltzers in beach chairs while a nanny chased the kids all over. She got his attention in short shorts and crop top, dark hair, tight tight tight clothes and tight body and fuck did she look good and he kept his sunglasses on so he could watch while it looked like was reading and he thinks maybe she knows he's watching because he thinks maybe she's showing off a little, bending over for him and bouncing her tits for him and you can't tell but he hoped she was doing those things and when he fucked his wife that night, the nanny is who he thought about and the thing is the nanny did know he was watching and liked it and was showing off for him and she liked older guys a lot but she didn't liked the families she worked for so those dads didn't get to see anything ever and she was always very professional and yeah so, while he fucked his wife thinking about the nanny, the nanny rubbed her clit in bed thinking about the man on the beach. She rolled over onto her stomach and humped her hand and pushed her face into the pillow so the couple in the room next door wouldn't hear her. Of course she pretended it was him, the man on the beach, and fell asleep thinking about making him come somehow. Yeah, she wasn't an innocent so much, she kind of was, but she was pretty filthy too, and had her showed off her body to strangers on the internet since she was in high school.

The next day he was on the beach when the nanny came over and asked about taking a shower. She explained that the families couldn't figure out how to turn on the water heater and she didn't want to take a cold shower again and he offered to turn on the water heater for her and she said oh sure she'd tell the families afterward, but would it be alright if she just took a shower, and honestly this was all true. It wasn't a story, the hot water really didn't work and she really did want to take a hot shower, but the idea of him knowing she was naked in the house was pretty cool, actually, too.

While they were talking the wife came over to say she was going to take a nap and introduce herself and she wasn't a jealous person, but she did feel a little prickly about the nanny and rightly so because her husband wanted to fuck her even if he didn't do that kind of thing as far as she knew. He didn't, really, fuck other women, not too often anyway, only two other times over the years, and two more blow jobs, so maybe he did do it once in a while, cheated on her, but not too often, and she didn't know and hadn't ever been jealous, but she was jealous of the nanny. It wasn't that bad of a jealousy, though. The nanny was hot and she liked the flush she saw on her husband's face. It was some nice thoughts she had while she was falling asleep for her nap.

The man took the nanny over to the outdoor shower and asked if she needed a towel and she said she did and he told her he'd leave her one on the chair and that he'd give her some privacy and she said damn under her breath or he thought he did, he thought she wanted him to watch and she wasn't really thinking about it, but if he'd asked to watch, she would have said yes. It was a good job, though, and she really didn't want to risk her job for some older, married guy on the beach. They paid SO MUCH and the kids were cute and easy to manage and when they were home she got all three meals provided. She liked how open the shower was, though, especially watching everyone boating around on the beach. She liked the idea of being watched, she FELT like she was being watched and you know why? Guess why. It's because she was being watched. Can you guess who was watching? Yeah, I bet you can. It was the guy from the beach and he didn't have any clothes on, no he didn't, he was in just a towel. And she didn't see him, but she knew he was there because she could see his shadow, and he knew she could see her shadow, because he cast it on purpose, kind of as a test to see what she'd do if she knew he was watching.

It was all kinds of mixed up and crisscrossed because he wanted her to know she was watching and she wanted him to watch and she wanted him to know he was watching, can you imagine? And anyway once she saw his shadow, she started showing off, soaping up her tits and arching her back and bending over and what not, and then she did some touching which felt real good but wasn't particularly necessary while taking a shower unless you think it's necessary to finger fuck yourself in the shower and then it was necessary. And she saw the shadow drop its towel and rub it's cock, and that's when she said, her voice all husky with desire, "I know you're over there watching and it's OK. Come over here."

And so he did, the guy from the beach, he went over around the corner without the towel and he got really close to her and put his hand on her hips while the shower sprayed down on them and she pushed his dick between her legs and kind of moved up and down on it which felt good to both of them. He pulled her close to him and held her so tight and her hips moved back and forth on his dick without putting him inside and he didn't know the protocol because they really hadn't talked too much and he thought he could fuck her if he wanted to, it seemed like that what she was implying with how she moved, but he felt like maybe he should ask and before he could, she got on her knees and took him in her mouth while looking up at him. She didn't know he had come in his wife the night before thinking about her and hadn't showered yet, but she liked how he tasted. And when I say took him in her mouth, she did her very best to take the whole thing even if it made her gag and she did that because she knew his wife wouldn't. And she didn't even do that for her boyfriend at home. This was the kind of treatment she only gave to older married guys, which is something you'd say if she did this a lot, which isn't true. She never had.

She rubbed her clit while she tried to inhale his cock and the guy really, really, really liked the noises she was making and it felt good when she moaned on his dick and he held her head down on his dick and he liked the feeling of her trying to pull back, but he wasn't going to let her pull back and she WOW did she REALLY like being held down like that while getting her face fucked. This was new to both of them! How lovely! And then she was coming from her hand and grunting and gagging and that made him come and he grunted as he shot into her throat in a way that she loved and made her come again and he thought the girls who can come from swallowing come are few and far between but they're all angels, every single one of them.

She let him finish and got up off her knees and didn't know what to say as she wiped the drool off her chin in the shower and she said, "Won't people be looking for you?" And he said yes, that's probably true so he took his towel and went and got dressed and she spent some more time in the shower and didn't bother getting dressed when she was done. She wrapped the towel around herself and was walking back to the house she was staying in and saw him in the hammock. She stopped to thank him for the shower and said she'd return the towel and what he wanted was for her to take it off and walk back naked, but it's good she didn't because his wife was awake and watching from the bedroom window at that point and she thought his hair was wet, but didn't know why, as if he'd taken a shower, but didn't know when???

#older man younger woman #nsft long text #nsft text #nsft concept #soft cnc #teasing #cheating kink #cheating woman #oldermen #nsft

[modelbus]

Hello! Do you think you'd be interested in doing part 2 of the Tommy x male reader and the destiny duck thing? i found it so funny and think it def deserves a part 2

I'd love to! I apologize for vanishing for a few weeks and for how short this is, school has been hectic with AP exams. Check out the first part :)

Pairing: CC!Tommyinnit x Male!Reader

Childhood Friends to Lovers - Soulmate AU Part 2

After reuniting with Tommy, life only seems to keep going up. The two of you click in a way you've never had happen before, conversations flowing better than beer at a frat party. And this time, you had his number. He wouldn't be vanishing on you again.

You learn that he's actually some crazy popular streamer, which only pissed you off a little. Seriously, you could've done one internet search and found him! But no, you had to spend forever wondering if you'd ever see him again.

Although tentative at first, you had become a little more comfortable walking in on his streams if you were in the area. It was rare, but it was amusing to see Twitter become chaos afterward. You certainly didn't give a shit he was a streamer though, simply enjoying Tommy for, well, Tommy. In all his stupidly funny and very chaotic glory.

Tommy had dragged you into a lot of bad ideas already. At the campground after the two of you met, you were both gone for so long that his parents called the cops! That was only the start, too. From spontaneously deciding it'd be fun to swim at night to convincing you to learn how to jet-ski with him, the two of you did everything together.

So, really, you shouldn't be so surprised when he asks you to do a stream with him, but you are. Streaming was certainly a big part of his life, and you'd put his streams on in the background to support him, but that was it. Yet here you are, sitting in a chair in his office, streaming with him.

His office was a cozy place, truly reflecting his personality. You liked it, a lot. The only downside was that you two couldn't cause too much chaos.

"How did I meet him?" Tommy reads off one of his monitors. It's open on the chat, messages rolling in to replace old ones.

"Shit." You laugh. "It all goes back to one fucking campground."

"Yeah, it kind of does. Huh, that's so weird!" Tommy grins, then leans back. "Answer them!"

"What?"

"Are you just going to leave poor chat waiting? Tell them how we met!"

Oh, that asshole.

"Fine." You sigh. "It was a dark and dreary day in December-"

"That's not what happened!" He yells.

You roll your eyes, moving your chair a little closer to his microphone and computer screens.

"We met when we were really young at a campsite, but then lost each other for a long time." You sum up. "We were too dumb as kids to think about having our parents meet each other, so I only had a picture of us to remember him by."

"But!" Tommy jumps in. "We both went to the campsite again and found each other!"

"I wouldn't say we found each other. More like... got chased into each other."

"I'm still convinced those geese-duck birds were sent by mastermind assassins! Like, what are the fucking odds?" Tommy pauses to read the chat for a moment. "Geese?" He reads. "Yeah! These two geese chased us until we literally ran into each other! I thought they were going to fucking kill us!"

"It hasn't happened again, or I'd think we were cursed." You joke.

The little story sends chat flying, and you look away so as to not get a headache. How Tommy did this so often you had no idea, but it was certainly admirable.

"Hang on, what the hell are destiny geese?" He asks. "Soulmate geese? Which is it? Here, you google it."

Tommy pushes his keyboard and mouse toward you, and you take them. Honestly, you aren't even sure which monitor and which tab you're typing in until the search is already complete and he's stolen the mouse back.

"Hey! I was using that!" You protest.

"You snooze you fucking lose. Oh, it's some type of legend! Wilbur would know what this is, his lame ass."

"Old, lame, and somehow still a fucking nerd."

If there is one thing you can hop on, it's bullying Wilbur. You had met him quickly, and according to him you were "perfect for Tommy." Although you and Tommy had spent the hour before that taunting him about Hamilton, so he was clearly biased.

"So what I'm reading is that soulmate geese just chase two soulmates into each other?" You ask, reading the article he had pulled up.

"So what, we're soulmates or some shit?" Tommy wrinkles his nose.

"Absolutely not, no way I'm soulmates with a bitch like you."

"Oi! Says you, dickhead!"

You feign hurt, shoving him to the side, only for him to shove you back.

"Fight me, right here, right now, pussyhead!" He yells, standing up.

Similarly standing up, you raise your fists in front of you instead of adopting the weird crouching position he had going on. You mime throwing a punch and he dramatically collapses to the ground.

"I've been hurt! I've been killed! Abuse! Abuse!"

"And that is why I'm better." You say to the stream.

#tommy innit #tommyinnit imagine #tommyinnit #tommyinnit x reader #tommy mcyt #dsmp #mcyt imagine #mcyt #tommyinnit x you #dsmp tommy

[yellowloid]

my experience at am's show (accor arena, paris, first night - 09/05/2023)

SOOOOOOO since a lot of people have done this and i want to write down as many things as i can about the concert so that i don't forget them i've decided to make this post and keep in mind i'm writing this running on four hours of sleep and a cappuccino BUT i'm currently sitting in a very pretty parisian café, chilling and waiting for my train and it's all very aesthetic i feel like the main character of a chick-flick movie. also drowning in post-concert depression but that's another story

so now that we've set the mood let's get to the actual writing bc this post isn't gonna make itself and i still have ~five hours of waiting to do and a whole lot of things to say so let's go

(also disclaimer: this is gonna be very rambly i'm so sorry i'm just emotional)

• so we got to the arena at around 6:30pm bc we had assigned seats, and entrance was a whole lot less chaotic than i'd expected (which was good) +  basically the place was almost empty bc it was so early, it really only started to fill up later and it was REALLY full only by the time inhaler was halfway through their set

• can't say anything about inhaler bc i know exactly zero (0) of their songs but i think they were nice and i actually feel like diving into their music a bit now bc some songs were pretty good

• and then once inhaler was done it was showtime!!!!!!!! i felt like i could DIE!!!!!!!!

• the moment they went up on stage i felt literal butterflies......... i just couldn't believe they were real, in the flesh, like they're ACTUALLY real they exist they're REAL!!!!! and we were breathing the same air and i was just so fucking mindblown by that concept i was fr having a moment

• setlist was the usual, i didn't get cornerstone NOR perfect sense (some of my all time am favourites.......) and tbh i still haven't forgiven them (HIM) for that like wtf boys. wtf. i get why they would decide not to play perfect sense but why wouldn't they play cornerstone LITERALLY a fan favourite and a classic smh (jk i forgive them but only bc they're cute 😔)

• also i got star treatment sooooo i mean i can't really complain can i. absolute magical experience, that song

• another thing about the setlist: they kept playing little melodies in between songs and i kept getting FOOLED bc every time it felt like they were going to debut a new song (hello you......jet skis........) but no i was just clowning real hard

• fo example at some point they played this random melody and i was like wtf and then they did nothing with it and just played high so yeah they were being sooo silly and goofy (i wanted to bite them)

• also the crowd was so ???? idek how to describe it bc during some songs they were so hyped (not only the most popular ones from am or 505; they even did a mosh pit during pretty visitors which was......okay i guess not really a song to mosh to but you do you paris keep speaking your truth). but then they were so dead during the car songs.... some girls next to us literally used mirrorball and big ideas to fucking sit down and have a break and that was so offensive tbvfh. meanwhile i was there vibing and singing along to the angsty car tunes and i genuinely was like "why am i the only one that's popping my fucking pussy rn". literally this

• diwk and sculptures are THE most powerful songs ever like hearing them live is a cathartic experience fr. diwk bc of how iconic it is, sculptures bc it's just so unique and they're so fucking powerful my ass was literally shaking. sculptures as an opener after the "countdown" intro they do is just The Right Choice TM like it just makes so much sense. it was born to be an absolutely epic opener and we love to see that. and well, diwk is a classic for a reason. the whole arena lost their shit when they hit the first notes, the floor was TREMBLING it was crazy

• the arabella fuckup moment was still so !!!!!!!! when he screamed FUCK bc he messed up the lyrics i honestly didn't even realise it was a mistake at first lmao considering just a couple of days earlier there was the "but it just doesn't fucking matter" moment or whatever he said during that part (i think it was one of the german shows? or amsterdam? idk i don't remember sjfhwhs). the point is, sometimes he's just silly and changes random lyrics and it all happened so fast one could have easily believed it was on purpose nsjcnennc but that just tells you how good they are. if you're able to make even a mistake sound so good and iconic then you're just so !!!!!!!!! yknow.

• also i heard people saying he was annoyed, a bit like during one of the amsterdam gigs, mostly bc of the arabella fuckup. but that's?? so not true?? like yeah he sounded super frustrated during that bit and his yelled FUCK is proof and rewatching that moment i feel so bad for him i wanna give him a hug </3, but for the rest of the night he was in a normal mood. pretty chill if you ask me

• apart from THE star treatment moment....... someone already mentioned it here but YEAH after the song ended he just went and whispered "it's the star treatment............" with the lowest saddest most heartbroken voice and i swear i heard my heart crack and crumble in a million pieces

• (btw yes he once again opened star treatment with "i just wanted a jet ski for the moat")

• he also sounded a bit sad and lost in his own thoughts during the closing part of iwby which reminded me of the same moment at lowlands 2022 and yes my heart broke once again

• but for the rest he was in a pretty standard mood!!! not overly chatty (when is he ever jskfke), didn't interact with the crowd that much but that's routine. just your regular banter: "what a night" "what a wonderful/splendid [can't remember???] night" and then before either pretty visitors or dancefloor he introduced the song like "it's [name of the song]... get down......GET DOWN" and that was just sooooo silly. in case it wasn't clear i was foaming at the mouth the whole time

• then during dancefloor he went "dirty dancefloors and dreams of naughtiness....AAAAAAAA"

• also he didn't really interact with the others members apart from asking the crowd to give it up for matt (cute bffs <3) and then at some point (i think during body paint) him and jamie were doing their thing. scissoring with their guitars

• after he was done scissoring with jamie he also went and hopped on matt's platform and then went towards nick too but didn't do anything lmao. i was hoping for the usual hand-around-shoulder action but no. okay you do you king

• at some point either nick or jamie fucked up a note and it was so audible and he gave them one of his Iconic Glares TM IT WAS SO FUCKING FUNNY

• btw he didn't speak that much french, i was expecting much more - i'd even say he spoke less french than he did at other french gigs over the years which ???? okay lmao. he just said basic stuff, yknow, the usual "bonsoir paris", "merci", and then at some point he said "incroyable" with, i must admit, a pretty good pronunciation. tbh it was so cute and yes my heart did a lil !!!!! yeah why do you ask

• also he sounded EXACTLY like he does in recordings and studio versions which is INSANE. he has such a wide vocal capacity and his voice is sososoSO powerful, at its best fr. he sounded so damn good and perfect and he's so fucking talented and i might sob bc who gave him the fucking right

• but at the same time i see why people were saying they thought his voice sounded a bit higher - he has moments when you can hear the "ghost" of his younger voice and it's honestly so cute

• but overall it's just crazy and remarkable how much he sounds like the studio versions. there's literally no difference. none at all. he's just THAT fucking good

• and the others too they were so !!!!! honorable mention to matt bc the way that man drums is absolutely mesmerising

• and then well..... can't really ignore the elephant in the room can we. they're all so insanely attractive it's not even funny they looked so good and alex was GLOWING. i was in awe. he has such a powerful aura - commanding and serious yet with a lightness and gentleness to him that you just can't help but stare at him the whole time. he's so charming and fascinating and ARGH literally breathtaking. hypnotising. never getting over him

• long story short when they finished he was sending big smiles and kisses at the whole crowd and the screaming and applause just kept going and going and and and. the whole concert went by so fast it was so intense and i couldn't believe it was already over

• i didn't want to go i didn't want to leave i never wanted to leave i wanted to stay there and do it all over again

• so now it's been two days since the show and hours since i started drafting this post.... and i'm already back home and i MISS THEM SO MUCH. i missed them from the very moment they disappeared backstage and the post-concert depression is so real i literally feel like i left a piece of my heart in paris. i miss them i miss HIM sososo much 💔

• i'm so sorry i'm being such a dramatic bitch but that's just who i am 😔✊️

• overall the whole experience felt like a fucking fever dream and i still can't believe it really happened. it was so magical and special and they were so perfect and ugh i just really fucking love them. i love them so much and i'm so grateful i got to see them and experience first-hand something so beautiful. i didn't sob during the show (tbh i thought i would) but i might do it now bc i'm feeling so nostalgic and emotional and </3 i'm a mess i love them so much there's nothing else i can say it's just That. simply that <3

i think i'll post some pics/videos but not many bc you can hear me screaming and singing my heart out + i was shaking + mostly it looks like i recorded using a potato so skckwjcej but yeah expect me to post something. idk what but definitely something

that's about it for now, but i'll try to add more things if i remember something else along the way!! 💖

#SO SORRY THIS IS A RAMBLING MESS LMAO #BUT YEAH OF YOU GOT HERE THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR #I JUST STILL CANT BELIEVE I SAW MY BABYGIRLS #💖💖💖💖 #arctic monkeys #accor arena #alex turner #matt helders #jamie cook #nick o'malley #my show #ramblings

[sapphire-weapon]

me: /putzing around in baldur's gate 3

my brain: none of wesker's actions make any sense in RE4make

me: none of wesker's actions make any sense ever, brain

my brain: why didn't he shoot down ada after asking aloud "what to do with you?"

me: because he's wondering if he can still smash

my brain: knowing what the amber is and does, why is wesker just okay with ada possibly selling it to someone else?

me: because wesker probably thinks she's going to just destroy it because he knows her better than anyone due to the mind probing he's done via her vaginal canal

my brain: ew

my brain: why is he unconcerned about the island blowing up?

me: why would he be concerned about the island blowing up, brain?

my brain: okay if you're gonna play that game why did he want the island blown up in the first place? even ada points out it's a bad idea and he goes "no it's necessary" but then the end happens and he's like "lmao w/e"

me:

my brain: are we supposed to assume that leon and ashley never encountered wesker's ship while out on the jet ski when we literally see it in the exact same area?

me: i don't know. leon would know it's not a US vessel so why would he care?

my brain: BECAUSE HE HAS THE PRESIDENT'S FUCKING DAUGHTER WITH HIM

me:

my brain: YOU DON'T THINK THAT'D BE A LITTLE CONCERNING TO HIM? A RANDOM UNMARKED VESSEL OUT AT SEA WHERE THE MIND CONTROLLING BUG CULT WAS?

me: okay but like. there's nothing he can actually do about it.

my brain: other than have US intelligence look into it and discover that it belongs to albert fucking wesker

me: brain please stop. i know you're trying to make a leon vs wesker showdown happen but it's not going to happen.

my brain: his comms still don't connect to hunnigan. does he take a chance with this strange ship and ask for assistance? how the fuck is he actually going to get out of the ocean otherwise?

me: stop. stop this.

my brain: we're getting a wesker DLC

me: PART OF THAT WESKER DLC IS NOT GOING TO BE LEON ASKING WESKER FOR HELP NOT KNOWING THAT HE'S WESKER

my brain: can you prove that?

me: SHUT UP BRAIN

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ada wong #albert wesker

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 5 Incoherent Thoughts

Spoilers for Loki episode 5. And also my fic, Scattered to the Wind, because holy shit.

My stomach hurts, guys

I've been texting my best friend about this upcoming episode all day. I'd say I was getting progressively more unhinged, but I definitely started out unhinged and fluctuated from there.

Oh my GOD the title is making me feel better already

Oh god never mind I'm scared again after the recap and the haunting intro music

FUCK THAT ONE TEAR ON LOKI'S FACE

SHIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP I BET HE TIME SLIPPED

NO HE WENT TO THE PIE ROOM ;.;

FUCK YES HE DID TIME SLIP

OH MONKEY FUCK

THE TIME SLIPS ARE SHORTER

OH MY GOD I'VE FOR SURE HAD A NIGHTMARE LIKE THIS WHERE EVERYTHING TURNS TO SPAGHETTI THAT'S HORRIFYING

NO NOT THE CLOCK TICKING

EVERYTHING'S GONNA BE IN CAPS THIS EP ISN'T IT

I'LL TELL YOU, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN EP 5 OF LAST SEASON. I TOOK NOTES ALL IN CAPS TOO

YES CASEY'S IN JAIL I WAS FUCKING RIGHT PLEASE BE ALCATRAZ sorry spoilers for Scattered to the Wind

OH MY GOD WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT FUCKING ALL OF THIS

WAS THAT A BOAT

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

FUCK NOW PEOPLE ARE GONNA READ IT AND BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY IT WAS 1962 NOT 1935" AND IM GONNA BE ALL "UM ACTUALLY I FUCKING CALLED THIS ENTIRE THING SO STOW IT"

GUT US LIKE FISH

LOKI

OKAY I GOT THE NAME WRONG BUT LITERALLY EVERYTHING ELSE

YES MOBIUS GIMME

NO LAME FUCK OFF MARVEL

SIX YEARS OFF FOR B-15 I SWEAR TO GOD IF HER NAME IS ANN I'LL LOSE IT

WRONG PLACE BUT I UNDERSTAND. ACCENT, AND I PUT HER IN LONDON BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN AMERICA

UGH SHE'S SO GOOD AND SHE'S A PEDIATRICIAN I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT TOO

BUT SHE'S IN NEW YORK IN 2012 WHAT MONTH IS IT BECAUSE SHE MIGHT KNOW LOKI

MOBIUS YES HOLY SHIT

DON FUCKING DON DO NOT GIVE ME YOUR LAST NAME PLEASE I MEAN I SHIP THORKI SO FANONICALLY I'LL BE FINE WITH IT BUT LIKE EVEN MARVEL WOULDN'T DO THAT RIGHT

NO NOT THE CHILDREN PLEASE LET THAT BE THE FICTIONAL PART

YES MIDWEST BUT WRONG STATE AND WAY WRONG YEAR [I! HAVE! THEORIES! THOUGH!]

MOBIUS HONEY SELL THE MAN A DIRT BIKE MORE JET SKIS FOR YOU

I'M CRYING ABOUT THE COMPARISON BETWEEN LOKI AND THE INFLATABLE GUY OH MY GOD THAT WAS PERFECT

That face was not good enough

Okay the slow walk and stare was perfect though

Wait I just remembered I screenshotted a bingo card for this episode specifically wait I'm gonna be a ball of anxiety and procrastinate and see if I got any squares yet I'll play it in a sec.

God Don is doing to Loki what Mobius did to OB in episode 1. Mo it's okay to tell someone you don't recognize them when they recognize you. It makes the interaction afterward way less awkward and a lot easier.

Fuck what's wrong with your son why doesn't he talk to his mom/dad/parent FUCK I HOPE HIS MOM DIDN'T JUST DIE THAT WOULD BE SO SHITTY

THAT LYING BITCH

THAT ASSHOLE IN THE LOKIUS TAG AFTER EPISODE ONE WHAT A LYING BITCH [No I have a thought though, and I'm sure someone else has had it by now.]

MOBIUS TALK TO YOUR KIDS HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

WAIT

IF IT'S BILLY AND TOMMY I'LL FUCKING SCREAM

NO LOKI

OH MY GOD WAS I RIGHT ABOUT EVERYONE

RIGHT STATE WRONG TIME IF HE'S A PROFESSOR I'LL SHIT MYSELF

OH BABY MY DARLING

I LIKE THIS BETTER

AWW

SOMEHOW I LOVE HIM MORE

THE POSIT ITS. OB!!!!

IS THAT THE LOOM

THE LINES FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

IF SYLVIE'S IN BROXTON AND HAS FORGOTTEN SHE CAN DO MAGIC I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO

I SWEAR TO GOD YOU GUYS I DIDN'T WATCH THIS EPISODE UNTIL NOW WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

THIS IS SO WEIRD I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO

OH MY GOD IT'S NOT THE LOOM IT'S HIS WORKSHOP

HE'S STAYING SO LONG

OH MY GOD IS HIS REAL WHY GONNA BE BECAUSE HE LOVES MOBIUS? I'LL DIE

YES OB I WROTE THIS WE JUST TAKE BRAD OUT OF THE EQUATION AND I'M OKAY WITH THAT

SO I WAS GONNA SAY IRISH BOYS, KEVIN AND SEAN, BUT

BUT SEAN JUST ASKED FOR A DOG AND A SNAKE

THIS MAN IS AN ODIN VARIANT THE KIDS ARE LOKI AND THOR I DON'T LIKE THIS I DON'T LIKE IT HERE I WANT TO LEAVE

Baby Loki would have absolutely played with matches he stole

Baby Thor loves snakes

Take me back to before I was afraid of who Mobius was gonna be when I thought he was Theo and that was the end of it. Take me back even to when I thought he might be Loki but he was married so we might've actually gotten a Sigyn variant. Take me back to when I thought he might be Sigyn and his wife the Loki variant. Hell, take me back to an hour ago when I thought I was just gonna ship another version of thorki. This is a terrible theory.

Loki my god you are terrible at talking to your amnesiac love interest

MOBIUS I THOUGHT YOU SAID ON THE MARKET FOR A SECOND AND I FREAKED

MOBIUS OH MY GOD STOP TRYING TO SELL PEOPLE JET SKIS AND THOSE ARE YOURS

HE REMEMBERS WORD FOR WORD WHAT MOBIUS SAID

YOU GUYS I HAD TO LOOK THAT UP FOR THE FIC TO GET IT RIGHT AND HE RECITES IT WORD FOR FUCKING WORD OFF THE CUFF

AND THAT'S WHEN I STARTED CRYING

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS I HATE THIS

IT'S OKAY OB YOU'RE GONNA MEET CASEY SOON HOLY SHIT THOUGH I'D CALL 18 MONTHS FAST AND HOW DID YOU FIND HIM

THAT'S WHAT HE SAID TO SYLVIE

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES HE HAS CHILDREN WHO DON'T HAVE A MOM

You can MOVE the time doors??

LOKI GIVE HIM HIS MEMORIES

ALSO WHERE THE FUCK IS SYLVIE

SPACE NAME

OH MY GOD THERE SHE IS, IN BROXTON JUST LIKE I SAID

OKAY THANK GOD

OH MY GOD THERE'S BRAD

YES HE SAID IT HE WANTS HIS FRIENDS BACK HE HAS FRIENDS HE'S NEVER HAD FRIENDS AND NOW HE DOES I'M NOT CRYING I WASN'T CRYING TWO HOURS AGO WHEN I WAS SHOUTING HE HAS FRIENDS NOW IN MY CAR I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

I'M FUCKING BAWLING WHO AM I KIDDING

SYLVIE IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO WANT FRIENDS IT'S OKAY FOR HIM TO HAVE FRIENDS THAT'S NOT SELFISH THAT'S BEING A PERSON

CASEY SHUT UP AND JUST FLIRT WITH HIM

LOKI NO DARLING

DUDE YOU SAID THAT LIKE YOU'RE SELLING HER DRUGS

SYLVIE

YEAH WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GONNA HAPPEN GIRL

CASEY

OB NO

MOBIUS, B-15

SYLVIE

I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY DID THE FUCKING BLIP AGAIN

TIME LOOP FUCK THIS

FUCK NO FUCK THIS

NO NO

OH HE MEANT HIM OH THANK GOD I THOUGHT HE WAS ABOUT TO GO ALL SYLKI ON ME

LOKIIIIIIIIIIIII YESSSSSSSSSS <3

#loki #loki tv show #loki season 2 #sylvie laufeydottir #mobius m mobius #loki season 2 spoilers #loki 2x05 #holy shit what an episode #did not expect to get it THAT right in the fic though wow

[nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius]

Loki S02E5 ramblings

I know I've been super inconsistent about doing these but ah well

the eerie quiet music on the credits is cool but honestly they could have gone a much more eldritch route with it and I'm disappointed

Where'd everyone go??

Ohh this is spooky

TIME SLIPPING AGAIN

Oh good we get more slutty hair flips

So the TVA didn't get destroyed?

um

UM

I RESCIND THAT STATEMENT LOKI RUN

Ooh prison break

Okay but B-15 would be the best doctor

MOBIUS JET SKI TIME LET'S GO

His name is Don??

HE HAS A SON???

OB trying to buy his own books just made me so sad. Ke Huy is so good at invoking feels

PFFT LOKI FLATTENED HIM

I think OB might be one of my favourite characters

This may be the classic "believe in yourself" trope but I don't even care

COME ON LOKI YOU'RE A GOD

Awww his kids are cute

Snakes you say??

Aight Mobius is definitely hitting on him

OB YOU KING

Your wife didn't deserve you anyway

Wait. Where's Sylvie??

He time-slipped to the McDonald's once but that was it

So will Sylvie still remember she's an enchantress?

I think they're both missing the fact that THEY'RE ALL GONNA DIE IF THE TVA IS GONE

oh my god

oh my god stop

WELL NOW I'M FUCKING SAD

Loki honey do you need a hug

Sylvie you're really starting to sound pretentious

SYLVIE

SYLVIE TURN AROUND

Goddd that scene was so well-done

UM WHERE DID CASEY GO

COME ON LOKI

WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?? THINK

THAT'S MY BOYYYY

LOKI THIS IS VERY SUSPENSEFUL AND ALL BUT CAN YOU HURRY UP THEY'RE GONNA GET TURNED INTO FETTUCINE IN A BIT

I LOVED THAT AHHHHH

#morgan's live slug reaction #loki spoilers #loki series #loki season 2

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

As soon as I finished "Tête-à-tête", a new thought came to me and this second story emerged from it. Your Strawberry

On the sea

She waited for him, but she didn't mind. After they had enjoyed the sea snorkelling, she had gone back on board while he had a go on a jet ski. She could have swam some more, but she preferred to enjoy the sight of her husband.

Everything he did, he did with 100 per cent and she could tell he really loved what he was doing now. His hair, although quite short at the moment, was blowing in the wind and even though he was wearing sunglasses, she knew his eyes were shining with joy. At a distance, his well-trained arms could only be guessed at, but she knew how muscular they were. He worked out to relieve the stress his job brought and it showed.

She could have watched him forever, but eventually he had enough and returned to the boat. She looking at him as he casually unclipped his lifejacket and followed him as he slowly walked towards her. He took off his sunglasses and immediately his eyes met hers. "Aren't you embarrassed to stare at a man like that?" he teased, sitting down opposite her. She pulled her legs in front of her chest and clasped them with her arms. With a smile, she replied, "No, not when it's my husband."

A knowing smile grazed his face and her gaze latched onto his arms. Whereas earlier they were so far away that she couldn't make out the details, now she had his muscles right in front of her. Her hands were tingling. She wanted to run her hand over the soft skin on which single drops of water still clung.

"I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours," he said softly, looking at her thoughtfully. She was silent and let her gaze wander to his chest, which was right in front of her. She took a deep breath and had caught his attention again. "Do you like what you see?" he asked and she heard that his voice had taken on a husky sound.

She sighed. "I'd like to run my hand over your chest and rest my face on it to feel your heartbeat. I love it when your hair tickles my skin." She saw astonishment in his gaze as she spoke the words. "Do you have to wear those sunglasses," he scolded, trying to reach for her. "Let them where it is," she pleaded and despite the sunglasses he could feel her looking at him intently.

She flinched slightly as his hands reached for her lower legs. "What you can do, I can do," he whispered with a slight grin. She gritted her teeth as his hands stroked very lightly down her lower legs to her ankles. "That's not fair," she moaned, "I didn't touch you." "But I still felt exactly where your gaze touched me," he replied.

Her hand settled on his shoulder. "Make up your mind," he whispered and she raised an eyebrow. "Arm or chest," he specified. "How did you..." she began and was interrupted. "I told you I sensed exactly what you were thinking," he explained. "I also know you were watching me the whole time I was on the jet ski," he added, smiling.

"You're so fucking sexy," she admitted and he nodded. "Yeah, I know, sexier than Chris Evans. You mentioned something like that on TV." At the memory of it, she had to laugh and withdrew her hand from his shoulder. "Hey," he protested, "I really like it when you touch me." She shook her head slightly. "You'll have to wait until we get back then. It's too dangerous to play games like that with you, especially when we have spectators," she said with a smirk, continuing to enjoy his hands on her legs.

"If I wait, what's the reward?" he wanted to know and she heard the amusement in his voice. "An ice cream?" she suggested, making him laugh. "I want you," he said confidently when he had calmed down again. "And you know very well that you will have me too," she replied, blushing slightly as his gaze told her in no uncertain terms what to expect later.

Hello sweet 🍓! ❤️

That photo keeps on giving! And you just added even more teasing on this one, now from both sides. Love it!

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

[agonycrossbow]

So an idea I've really been enjoying is that Leon takes the jet ski back to the village, takes the police cruiser that dropped him off (because this one doesn't go off of a bridge and fucking catch on fire like the one in OG lmao it's still just waiting there near the farm house), and retreads the road he took coming in in order to get back to the town he started in and, specifically, to the police station that was initially helping him out.

Because my thing is, like. They end up literally in the middle of fucking nowhere. I can't even tell what type of body of water that's supposed to be -- and, if it is actually the ocean, how the hell would Leon be able to get his bearings out there? Hunnigan's transmissions still aren't coming through, and it's not like he's able to connect to some sort of satellite navigation system. The only thing that makes sense to me is for them to not go very far at all and just sort of stay in terrain that's still familiar.

Of course, that then runs into the issue of the white American guy who's caked in mud and blood and literal shit and has like 20 guns strapped to him stepping out of a stolen police cruiser with the daughter of the US President. They would have to get hidden from public view as quickly as goddamn possible, and they'd have to get in touch with US military officers or other officials who have been looped in on this whole thing.

So, that's a whole thing that's like "this is the only thing that makes sense to me in terms of the logistics of how they get out of there and get back to civilization."

And now I'm going to tell you my purely self-indulgent headcanons of what happens after that, all of which have no basis in reality at all and fuck you I do what I want.

Once they get back to actual human society again and US authorities are notified of their safety and their location, the next thing to deal with is the fact that Leon has not slept or eaten in over 24 hours (well... proper slept; the 3-hour nap he took after the Del Lago fight is the only real rest he's had in this time), and Ashley isn't faring much better. Not only that, but they both had fucking radiation surgery just a few short hours ago, and Leon just basically fought an entire goddamn war all on his own.

They're both also probably coughing and hacking up bug parts at random intervals, but that's like a whole thing on its own.

There's an urgency to get them back States-side, sure -- but, considering the condition that they're both in, it's probably unsafe to actually put either of them in a plane right now. So, that means that they remain in the custody of/the responsibility of the poor, unfortunate, unlucky local Spanish chief of police that got tasked with being wrapped up in this bullshit in the first place.

So there's not much he can really do other than take both of them home with him.

His wife is thrilled (not). Thankfully, there's a spare bedroom in the house, because their kids are already adults and have long since moved out.

This gives Leon and Ashley both a chance to shower and eat something and sleep in an actual bed in an actual house. They're both also gifted a change of clothes, which makes Ashley break down and cry briefly with relief and gratitude -- and the sight of her doing that makes Leon choke up a little bit, too, but he maintains his composure.

And if you really didn't think I was going to "there's only one bed" this shit, like... what the fuck are we even doing here, man.

Leon tries to be like "I'll just sleep on the floor" at first because he's a dumb idiot boy, but Ashley's basically just like "if you don't lie down on this fucking bed I swear to god I'm going to start screaming and I don't know when or if I'm going to stop." because her nerves are shot and she's had her fill of Leon being the self-sacrificing hero and she just wants him to be comfortable and sleep on a fucking mattress that's dressed in clean sheets.

And despite how physically exhausted they both are, neither of them can seem to stay asleep more than an hour or two at a time. Every little bump and noise jolts them awake and puts them both on hyper alert, and they both have to remind themselves where they are and that they're safe and that they're jumping at shadows. And when they do finally drift back off again, it's not Ashley who has nightmares -- it's Leon. She, at one point, needs to wake him up from one particularly bad one that had him twitching and tossing and talking in his sleep. When he wakes, it's the first and only time Ashley can recall having ever seen him look truly afraid -- of anything.

They spend this time in between stretches of sleep having quiet conversations in hushed tones, and those conversations get deep and personal and vulnerable and intimate -- because they both feel like they're in a liminal space and none of this is really real, and when the new day comes and they're on their way back home, neither of them will remember what was said between them.

Of course, that's not true. But that's how it goes.

The best sleep they get is when they finally let go of the pretense between them and cling to each other for warmth and comfort. Leon holds her in his arms, and Ashley nuzzles the bridge of her nose into the nape of his neck, and their legs are tangled up between them. If we're feeling spicy, we can also add some slow, sensual makeouts and light-to-heavy petting also as well.

In fact, that's probably the best sleep Leon's had in years, period.

But the new day eventually breaks, and then it's off to rendezvous with some high-ranking military personnel and finally, really and truly, start the journey back home.

And that, officially, is where their fairy tale ends and reality comes back in.

#resident evil headcanons #eagleone headcanons

[askmissthunder]

Hello Miss Thunder and friends! Has anything interesting happened to any of you lately?

Miss Thunder: Hello, hello, everybody!

Red Rabbit: Hey, y'all! Long time no see!

Talon: 'Sup.

Eli: AWWWOOO! Black Dog is back and running wild!

MT: Sorry if we've been gone a while. I think all of us were busy with different things this summer.

RR: I went with my family on a sea cruise!

E: Ooooh! Where to?

RR: To the Caribbean! Didn't you get the postcards I sent?

MT: I did! It looked really nice from what I saw.

RR: Oh, girl! Ocean City has a nice beach but the Bahamas has REAL beaches. The water was so clear and warm, we went snorkeling and rode on jet skis! They were literally the perfect beaches you'd imagine in your dreams!

MT: Blimey!

RR: *Sighs* And all the fine men and ladies there!

T: Aw, geez, here we go...

RR: Oh my God, both on the ship and on the islands! If you threw a rock in any direction, you'd hit either a guy with the most chiseled abs or a gal with the curviest body. Ohhhh...it was like Heaven...

MT: Hee hee! Sounds like you had fun getting to know the locals!

RR: Oh, just a few summer flings here and there. *Sighs* Oh, Jacqueline...She was a lot of fun. She and her boyfriend, George.

E: Whoa ho ho ho!

MT: Oooooooooooh! Spicy!

RR: Heh heh heh! I'll have to tell you about that away from the computer. That story's pretty...steamy.

T: And your parents were just fine with you fucking around on your vacation?

RR: Hold up now! I didn't screw everybody I met! Most didn't even get past second base. Besides...what Mama and Daddy don't know, won't hurt them!

T: Hmm.

E: Well, me and the Ocean City Wrestling stable went on tour up and down the East Coast!

RR: Wow! How'd that go?

E: It was great! The bus rides were long but I got to see a buncha different cities like Atlanta, Charlotte, Jacksonville...

MT: How'd you do overall with your matches?

E: Not bad! I lost about four but I won seven!

RR: Woooooo! Way to go, Black Dog!

E: And I'm happy because I finally, finally got to do a match I always wanted to do: a cage match!

MT: I remember! You called me right after!

E: It was in Charleston and it was me against The Mantis! His holds and submissions might be deadly but he didn't think I was gonna climb the cage upside down and do a body slam on him, ha ha!

MT: Wha...Eli! Aren't those cages like 20 feet tall?!

E: Yeah, but that makes it look cooler when I climb up the sides and do my patented Flying Dog Punch!

T: Oh, stop being such a wet blanket, Penny. He's fine and in one piece.

MT: *Picks Eli off the ground and hugs him* Hmph! I'm his girlfriend! It's my job to worry about him.

E: *Nuzzles against Penny's big cheek* Heh heh! I don't mind.

MT: As for me, I attended a summer music program at my school!

E: So...what? Isn't that just more classes for you to do?

MT: Yes, but it looks good on my student record and it helps my GPA! Plus, we got to do more live performances like the works of Franz Liszt and Gioachino Rossini!

MT: *Claps hands Excitedly* Eeeeee! It was so much fun!

T: Heh. Only you would find having school in summer fun.

MT: And guess who got to be First Chair Flute during the entire program?

RR: Oooooh, I bet a certain bunch of bullies weren't too happy about that!

MT: No, they were not, but getting to play all those solos made all those ugly looks and remarks worth it!

RR: Good for you, Penny! You know what they say: "Success is the Best Revenge!"

E: What about you, Talon? What'd you do while we were all busy?

T: *Shugs* Same ol', same ol'. Work at the deli by day, go on patrol at night. Somebody has to keep watch on the city while you're all lollygagging around.

MT: Oi! It's not like I went on vacation! I went on patrol with you a few times!

T: The keyword being "a few".

RR: Tsk tsk! Sounds to me like you out of all of us needed a vacation!

T: Hmm...I wouldn't mind going back to your beach house.

RR: That'd be fun! I know classes have started already but maybe we can go for a weekend before it starts getting cold.

MT: Ohhhh! Speaking of the beach house! Eli, did you enjoy that photo I gave you?

E: Yup! Thank you, Penny! Heh heh heh!

RR: Whoa whoa whoa whoa! What photo?!

MT: Well, before Eli left on his trip, he told me he was sad he wouldn't be able to see me for almost a month so I gave him a photo to cheer him up whenever he missed me.

RR: *Grinning cheekily* Penny! I thought you were a good Christian girl! Why are you sending Eli sexy photos of yourself?

MT: Hee hee hee! It was only the one photo! Besides, you're the one who took it!

RR: What?! When?!

MT: At your beach house last year. You had the Polaroid and you caught a photo of me...adjusting "The Girls"...

RR: Ohhhhhhh, that photo!

MT: I know it looks like I'm giving a "Come Hither" look but in reality, I was annoyed because of how much I was sweating and I think this was right before I said, "How can you Yanks stand this bloody heat?!"

E: I certainly didn't mind either way...

T: Pssh. Of course, you wouldn't.

(Artwork by @fileorwell on Twitter)

#ask miss thunder #miss thunder #red rabbit #talon #black dog

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Fics With Titles That Start With Y (2) Masterlist

part one

Yearning for the Fool It Called a Home - yuurisnice

Summary: Dan and Phil's relationship isn't healthy. 

Yellow (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: A new boy moved in next to him, his ex-girlfriend broke up with him, and school was starting back after the holidays. What makes it worse, is that the new boy is kind of cute and Dan’s straight.

yellow acacias (ao3) - impicciche

Summary: The five times Dan gave Phil acacias, and the one time he didn't have to.

Yellow Love (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)

Summary: The deal is to make bamf!Dan Howell want to date Nerd!Phil. But how can he go through with it when Dan’s eyes are the colour of chocolate and he has a dimple that makes Phil’s knees weak? He decides he can’t go through with it because he’s too afraid of falling in love before Dan ever will. With a Christmassy twist at the end!

Yes, my lion? (ao3) - WaterChickens

Summary: Phil has a nightmare and Dan comforts him. Pining, confessions, and fluff occur.

You And Me Have Got A Whole Lot Of History - dxnhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are both teachers at a school and everybody knows that they hate each other but they don’t know why, the students take it upon themselves to finally get Mr. Howell and Mr. Lester to stop fighting. 

you are the storm i am lost in (ao3) - palomeheart

Summary: They don’t talk about it, but if Dan were weather, Phil thinks, he would be a storm. And they’ve had a lot of storms this summer.

you can hear it in the silence - weh-tun

Summary: Dan and Phil meet in a nightclub; eight years later, Dan turns 26.

You Come and Go (ao3) - Fictropes

Summary: “Oh! Hi.” The man sticks his head around the corner, gives a smile brighter than the entire fucking store. “There you are.”

(Or a stranger walks into a pet-store.)

you keep on hitting, but i keep on swinging - missinglockets

Summary: Dan’s an asshole and Phil tries to convince himself Dan isn’t one.

You Light Me Up - icequeenjules26

Summary: From their 17th birthday on, wizards could try performing a spell to find their soulmate via marks on their arm. Phil was anxiously waiting for the day to perform it, but he never really expected it to fail...

You Were Made For Me - i-love-phan-and-butts

Summary: Dan, Phil, PJ, and Chris have a fun-filled day at the lake. Bonfires, jet skiing, and romance ensues!

You Were Only Waiting (ao3) - Allthephils

Summary: Dan’s stranded at the airport and stuck in his own head. Phil’s just looking for some company.

A fic about delayed flights and delayed connections

You won't get tomorrow, take now (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: It's never been anything more than this. They met as most people do, friend of a friend at a crowded bar, and got on right away, but falling into bed had been a mere sidebar to their friendship. They're good friends, the best. And sure, they're pretty good at this too after so long, but it's the friendship that keeps Dan coming back.

Okay, maybe it's also the orgasms too.

Young and in Love (ao3) - Yiffandquiff (paradisobound)

Summary: When the coffee shop in the basement of Dan’s university is suddenly closed one evening, he uses his phone to track the next closest one. But who was to know that his life would change entirely when he stepped inside? A story of love, heartbreak, and everything in-between, we follow Dan through the journey of growth and acceptance.

Young Hearts - placingglaciers

Summary: In which it is the last day of the fair and Dan is alone and needs someone to go on rides with. What transpires does not go according to plan, but that’s alright as Dan doesn’t mind falling in love, even if it is just for one night.

Your Heart Against Mine - phanwriter-blog

Summary: Teenage Dan and Phil are having a sleepover. Phil is afraid of the thunderstorms, and Dan just wants to keep him safe

Your Music is Beautiful (And So Are You) - six-foot-two-phanchild

Summary: Phil has synesthesia, and it’s his most guarded secret as he grows up with the boy who made it the most beautiful.

"Your 'odd' is not the same as mine" - phanfanrks

Summary: Phil Lester thinks he is odd. Dan Howell knows he is odd. Their odds are definitely not the same.

Yours, Absolutely, Positively (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: Like so many things in his new life, Dan was coming to understand that Phil was the only exception.

~Christmas 2009~

You're a Lester, Danny - manchestereyes

Summary: In which Dan attempts to piece himself into the seemingly complete puzzle that is the Lester family on the first night of the Orlando holiday.

You’re A Roller Coaster - botanistlester

Summary: Phil goes to an amusement park with his friends but ends up having to ride a roller coaster with a stranger because he's the third wheel.

you’re always welcome here; you made this home for us (ao3) - natigail

Summary: They haven’t forgotten about him; they still miss and care about him and they welcome and embrace him with open arms.

Dan has been away for a while but the viewers still love him.

You’re everything I want, why should I resist when you are there for me? (ao3) - smallbump

Summary: high school!au where dan’s failing too many subjects and phil tutors him, but they end up helping each other with so much more.

You're Worse Than Nicotine - lionessphil

Summary: Innocent!Phil and bad boy/stoner!Dan meet in detention and end up smoking a joint while getting each other off.

Yūgen (ao3) - FlyAndDontLookBack

Summary: Prompt idea from tumblr user limerenceforphan. Soulmate AU in which Person A shoots Person B because of a job and finds out that they were their soulmate later. phan. chara death. angst. one-shot.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #dan and phil #ficsy masterlist #ficsy

[acid--inside]

Two Dorks Go for a Swim

Ft: Wave! :D i luv wave

"You don't have to be in there..."

"Yeah, but this is comfy."

Ori was clacking his claws together in mimicry of them talking. The other hand was clutching his belly and tenderly rubbing a thumb over the curve. He was so full.

"Comfy for you... I however am very uncomfortable right now."

Wave shifted around and he groaned, laying back on the rocks and trying to lie on his side. He enjoyed the ocean, especially because he didn't have any natural predators himself, but right now even just thinking about swimming made him nauseous.

"Awwh poor guy. Would it help if I left and stayed with you?"

"Yes..."

Wave was very polite, and after dunking themselves in the water to clean off, they immediately climbed back on the rocks and squished themselves against Ori's belly. Tiny clawed hands pressed against him and he would have smiled if he could.

They were small, very neatly fit in his hand, and very easily fit in his tank. He groaned because even just thinking that made him feel gross.

"Oof... y'know I might actually try to swim a bit it's got less... resistance than pure air, right? Easier to float."

"Yeah, I can go with you."

"Please." He chuckled weakly.

Poor guy.

Of course, watching Wave take off into the water, they made it look so easy. Like it didn't mean anything for them to just hop down into the water, but it was a lie... they were a liar.

When Ori tried, he was huffing just trying to sit up properly, and he was very embarrassed, because immediate regret washed over him when he tried to do the same. However, he was struggling with added weight, and he thought he had to have looked stupid.

The water was nice though, when he actually made it in, cool and comforting, and he let himself float, head bobbing on the surface. Wave was just looking at him, paddling over with little kicks and clinging to him.

"Hi."

"Hello! You feeling better?"

"Mmh... yes." He sighed, slowly setting the pace and making big lazy curves in the water.

Ori knew better than to try and switch to any al/t because he'd probably get locked half-way and embarrass himself further. Besides swimming was fine anyway he did it, he just liked it.

Wave liked staying a bit closer to the surface, which made sense, they were a jet-ski, not a submersible like he was. So, he'd come up to check on them, and then go down slightly, still in their line of sight, just slightly out of reach.

Of course, a downside to this meant he got a better view of the fish - which was fine, fish were cool, he liked looking at them. However, he was a natural predator, and he also liked to eat fish. His optic dilated.

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"Ourgh..."

"You're silly, why'd you do that."

"Stop patronizing me.... oof."

He groaned and pressed a clawed hand to his belly, now even more upset than before because he made a bad choice. Wave was sitting very comfortably on the crest of his belly. They were so tiny.

"I'm just saying, you were complaining earlier and yet-"

"Oh yeah, you try having - urp - hunting instincts..."

Ori dropped his head, laying down and trying to get comfortable, prompting Wave to hop down and hurry to his head to give little pats. Sweet, but very patronizing - but patronizing in the way a friend does when they tell you "ooooh I told you so."

At least Wave didn't outright say it. They knew he got the message even if they didn't say anything.

"Ourp... fuck."

"Ori oh my god."

He groaned and rolled onto his side, feeling very much exhausted, now struggling to stay awake. Ori yawned, claws flexing as he slowly settled. His tank refused to settle along with him.

"Hey... I'm gonna take a nap.... kay'?"

"Yeah, I'll be right here!" Wave patted his head again, less patronizingly now.

Then Wave snuggled up against his gut and he sighed calmly, slipping into sleep.

#Sante Writes Sin #I got trapped in a grammatical edit loop of autocorrect assuming something was wrong regardless of how I wrote it #chubformers #transvoremers #but only a little bit so like very smol vore bits #accidental stuffing? sorta? #Ate too much feesh

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aftercare:   for our muses to participate in aftercare together — from steve 🥺

@harringtontm & @musecraft / NSFW

Planet Caravan went through a fourth replay in Eddie's head. That song was the best way to describe how he felt and where he went when his and Steve's bedroom scenes got heavy. And after pushing himself through a fourth orgasm for his and Steve's pleasure, he plunged into a headspace that, in his opinion, was the closest to feeling like he'd taken drugs. Sometimes, he flew through endless skies where stars shined like eyes and the earth was a purple blaze; other times, his head emptied. Eddie liked both states, but the space fantasy had gotten him good tonight. He wanted to spend his time of ecstatic bliss in that beautiful place.

Eddie hummed the song intermittently while a very naked Steve carried an equally naked him into the bathroom to clean up because he couldn't stand, let alone think a coherent thought. His limbs were like jello, and they ached, but the really good kind of ache reminded him of how good Steve fucked him until his brain went to another plane. Eddie briefly giggled at the rhyming of brain and plane, imagining his literal brain getting on some fantastical space jet to Venus. So cool.

The abstract joy suddenly disappeared when Steve set him down on the bathroom counter to run them a bath, taking the comforting heat of his body with him. Was he going to come back? On instinct, Eddie reached for him like he did when they drifted apart during sleep or when they were caught in the manic crowds at a club. It made him think about the nightmares where he reached for his love only to find a mutilated corpse. A whine slipped from him, making Steve turn back and rush across the short distance in their bathroom to him, pressing in between his bare thighs. The warmth that was wholly Steve returned to Eddie like sun rays, and he buried his face in the broad hairy chest with a content sigh. "Stay," he muttered quietly. "Don't leave me, baby. There's no air in space."

Steve chuckled. "We have to stay in the caravan, right?"

Eddie nodded, eyes daring to flicker closed until his boyfriend tugged his face up by the chin to check on him and ask his colour. He replied green after a long moment where his fingertips absentmindedly rubbed patterns through Steve's chest hair. Of course, being the world's best boyfriend, Steve wanted to make sure and asked him for the third time that evening if he'd liked the rope play, to which Eddie nodded but said his skin felt a bit raw, that maybe they needed softer rope. Steve agreed after inspecting his wrists and ankles, delivering little kisses to the burns with apologies. God, thank you for Steven Harrington.

After some further wind down in Steve's arm and praise for how well he did. Eddie was okay, not thrilled, to let his boyfriend begin running the bath and get him some snacks. Plain water didn't quite cut it for Eddie when coming out of his headspace, so Steve always brought him a fruity juice box instead with his crackers. He sat quietly, sipping on pineapple, orange, and lemon, idly swinging his leg about and watching Steve add the fancy bath oils to the bath water. The song had almost ended, reality pushing its way back in. But Eddie didn't mind so much, especially when Steve was bent over the tub. "I can see your chocolate starfish." That earned him an amused look. He grinned mischievously; clearly Eddie Munson had returned to earth.

"Eat your crackers, brat," Steve said, standing to brandish his dad pose like a real weapon and looking reminiscent of Michael Angelo's David, except with a much bigger cock. Fuck. He was perfect.

"Yes, sir!" With a mouthful of crackers, Eddie saluted his love, shimmying off the counter onto sturdier legs and to the bathtub, all with the same grin still in place. Although, he didn't miss a concerned Steve almost diving across the bathroom to catch him, afraid he might fall on the hard tile. Now, Eddie was just going to have to kiss him for that, like a million times.

#ship. whenever i’m alone with you; you make me feel like i am whole again ( harringtontm ) 💙 #v. volume 6 / arc: san francisco feat. harringtontm. #harringtontm #nsft

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Fallen Angel (Part 2) - Choi San

Genre: Angst, fluff (???)

Word count: 1359

It's been over 2 weeks since San's arrival and while he's adjusting to his new life in Hell, he can't help but feel like he's being watched.

This is a Y/N fic but not a reader×San fic.

Also spoiler alert: part 3 is gonna be long as fuck. 😭

Part 01

Part 03

I DON'T OWN THIS IMAGE/THESE IMAGES. I EITHER GOT THEM FROM TUMBLR OR GOOGLE.

THIS IS MEANT PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES AND IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT NOR SLANDER ATEEZ NOR IT'S MEMBERS IN ANY WAY.

Surprisingly Hell has been great. I happened to land in an area that is essentially just a warmer version of Earth. The burn in one's lungs caused by the hellfire was easy to accommodate to from the start, probably because I was already a deity. Y/N showed me around the house and we cleared out the spare room for me.

Her kindness surprised me, I didn't know kind demons existed, but then again I only recently became aware of the existence of evil angels…

I was shown around Hell, met some of Y/N's friends but mostly I've been going up to Earth. I refused to let go of the responsibilities I had as an angel and continued to try and help where I can. The break from the reality that I'm no longer an angel is one I've gladly welcomed. It hit me really hard but with Y/N's help I'm coming to terms with the fact that it's just a change in titles. I'm still capable of and allowed to do everything I did before.

And frankly a part of why I keep visiting the surface is because I can't shake the feeling I'm being watched.

Even now. While I'm walking Hell's streets. I feel like there are more eyes on me than in Heaven. I feel like someone's constantly studying me but everyone barely looks my way. I shook my head trying to get my head clear and returned to my new home.

"Hey Y/N! I'm back!" I announced.

Y/N (who was on the couch meaning her back was facing me) threw up a peace sign and continued watching TV.

I went to grab some food, the concern still floating around in my head.

"Hey Y/N…" I called out to her, a tad dazed. She turned to face me. "'Sup?".

"Are fallen angels common in Hell?"

"Oh absolutely not!" She chuckled. "Why?"

"I feel like I'm being watched and I don't know why. Do I still have some of my old energy?" She looked up in thought and shook her head.

"No, not really. And why would you be watched? Even if you did radiate a noticeable amount of angelic energy, nobody gives a shit here." Her words didn't really put me at ease. I shrugged and went to my room.

I flopped on my bed and groaned. For some reason I was tired. It's not like I did anything today, I was just tired. My face was being cooled by the (slightly) cold sheets and I felt my eyes close slowly.

Who the fuck is that?

I felt an energy rapidly approaching, a threatening energy. It was familiar but I couldn't place who it was.

I jumped out of bed and walked towards the door, almost bumping into Y/N who looked just as concerned as I was. I looked out the windows at the front but failed to see anyone except one demon who was walking the opposite direction, listening to some music.

I went outside and looked around not noticing the being behind me resting on the wall just between the door and window. Well, I fully noticed him once he shot a dark ball of energy at my back, knocking me to the ground. I turned around and almost choked.

"SEONGHWA?!" his hair was jet black, overtop each of his eyes was a red streak , and his red smile was crookedly drawn on, the new facial features resembling a clown.

"Run." he grinned at me.

"Seonghw… b-but you were dead! I held your corpse in my arms!" He rolled his eyes in annoyance at my remarks.

"I thought you were gonna pull some shit, you sick fuck. It was a fake." I dodged the ball of earth he summoned and threw at my side, rolling onto my knees like I was at the starting line about to run a marathon.

"'Pull some shit'? Wha- DID YOU THINK THAT WAS ON PURPOSE!?" I kept my wings ready in case we took the matter to the skies.

"What 'angel' needs a dagger that can kill deities?!" dark, glowing spots started appearing around him, slowly growing bigger.

"I was trying to destroy it!"

"You were trying to destroy me!" He screamed out.

"Who the fuck are you!?" a voice sounded from the doorway.

"Y/N! GET OUT!" I was just too late. Seonghwa had already slammed a chunk of rock into her and she flew back into the house. Quickly turning his attention to me he machine gunned all the dark orbs around him. I rocketed upwards and just barely missed every last one until my right wing got shot at the top. The ball burned a hole through my wing like acid, immense pain spread like wildfire and I crashed (shoulder first) into the street, making a nice big crater as I landed.

I groaned as I turned on my side to I try and catch my breath and work through the pain. I turned my head to the right to see a seething demon make his way towards me. All he needed was an explosion in the background to complete the look.

"I went back up to Heaven to make sure you got what you fucking deserved, but they'd already kicked you out…" from somewhere to his right a dull light shone in my eyes for a split second. He stood at the crater with a manic look on his face.

"And why were you sent down here? If I wasn't there to kill they wouldn't have known." 

His chuckle began vibrating in the ground around me and I saw where the light came from.

I forced my wings to fly through the pain and just missed the dagger. I heard it make contact with the ground that lay beneath my shoulders. My wings only got me out of the way however the pain was far too much for them to keep me in the air but when I fell I managed to (not very gracefully) land on my feet, stumbling back a little bit.

Seonghwa's maniacal grin was filled with rage. He stayed in his hunched over position and slowly turned his head to face me.

"Well, they put one and one together." his demonic voice sounded like a mishmash of souls and hit me like a shockwave sending a stinging pain through my skull. He took this moment to speed towards me and slash at me - barely missing my chin. He tried to slash at me again but I caught his wrist and the other hand that attempted to free it.

The power struggle continued and the pain I felt in my wings when flying had weakened me significantly.

I slipped my wings between us and spread them out, forcing him backwards as I let go. He fell on his ass and quickly got up to dust himself off. The panic very quickly appearing on his face as he looked around the ground beneath him before looking back at me. His face went pale.

"S-Seonghwa I'm sorry…" I tried to hold back sobs. I loosely held the knife in my left hand and wished it didn't have to end this way. But there was literally no way in Hell he would let me live long enough to convince him that I didn't intend on killing him back when we were angels.

He started to move but I sped forward and jumped on him forcing him back down. I sat on his abdomen and quickly raised the dagger, watching for a brief moment (of hesitation) how he hissed and clawed at me, his demonic screeching could have made my ears bleed along with my heart. So I plunged the dagger straight into his chest. Every beat of his heart vibrated into the dagger. He wasn't able to scream. But he was able to chuckle. He no longer had enough strength to conjure all of his demonic energy so the voice that chuckled was a voice I knew. A voice I still cared deeply for.

He coughed up some blood as he strained his voice;

"I'm not the only angel you've dragged down here...".

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