#i forgot to pop the cap for you to get air

[daigo-rikuto]

Hehehehe. He's so cute thinking hes all tough ^^

#lil bug #in the cup you goooo :3 #ill watch you die in a closed bottle #i forgot to pop the cap for you to get air #wwwoops ^^ #the flower thingy

[daycourtofficial]

Love Potion No. 9

Summary: Azriel returns from a mission and can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.

Author’s note: happy halloween! I thought a fun love potion theme would be so cute and fun!

(Part 2)

Can you come into Azriel’s room?

Rhysand’s request permeates your thoughts. You rise from your spot on the couch, placing a marker in the book you’re halfway through. You pad down the hallway, passing Mor, who gives you a soft smile.

You reach Azriel’s door, knocking softly before letting yourself in. You walk over to Azriel, who’s sitting on his bed with Cassian and Rhys standing facing him.

Rhys made these visits mandatory after Azriel went on three back to back missions and no one realized he hadn’t slept for 6 days until he winnowed in the dining room instead of his room, crashing on the table. Since that happened, Rhys has been making you, their healer, check on everyone post mission.

“Hi Az,” you say, stepping up to him.

“Sweetheart! Hi!” He says, putting his arms around you, enveloping you immediately.

You give Cassian a confused look. The two of you were exceptionally flirty and spent all of your time together, but Azriel was only this touchy when on the rare occasion he allowed himself to get drunk. He especially was never this touchy in front of his brothers.

You wrap your arms around him as he tucks his head into the crook of your shoulder. “Can I check you out, look you over?”

“Baby, you can do much more than that.”

Your cheeks heat immediately, but you don’t address it. You assess him for injuries, which you found none. As you’re assessing, he keeps his hands in a loose circle around your waist, trying to touch as much of you as he can while you’re working.

“Okay, Azriel, I didn’t find any injuries, are you in any pain?”

“I was, actually, in a lot of pain earlier.”

You stop, holding hand as you ask, “what happened?”

He looks down at his feet, thinking about whatever had caused his pain, as he says, “we were apart for several days.”

You roll your eyes, unsure of what has brought this on from him.

“Can you follow my fingers with your eyes?”

You hold up your pointer finger from each hand, holding them in front of his face, as you begin moving your left hand in the left direction. He does as you ask, following your hand, but as you start moving your fingers, you feel his hands slither down to cup your ass.

You hear Cassian try not to laugh.

“Did you ingest anything that you didn’t pack while you were gone?”

He sighs dreamily, “the only thing I want to put my mouth on is you.”

Your jaw drops, but Azriel doesn’t notice. He just starts playing with the ends of your hair, muttering about pretty your hair is when it’s loose.

“Did you have any problems winnowing?” You ask, trying desperately to keep this professional and to get through this check up. You half forgot that Cassian and Rhys are still here, if it weren’t for the occasional giggles from them.

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’. He rests his hands on your waist, not looking away from your face. “Just thought of home, and you showed up. I don’t think that’s a coincidence.” He states, winking very over dramatically at you.

You see his canteen, and ask, “may I?”

“Everything I have is yours, sweets.”

Cassian’s snort escapes without his permission.

You grab his canteen of water, screwing off the cap and sniffing it.

“Can I see you two out in the hallway?” At the mention of leaving him, Azriel pouts, his hands tightening around your waist. He starts to speak, but you cut him off, “I promise I’ll be right back.”

That response somewhat appeases him, and after Azriel untangles himself from you, not without a ton of huffs from him, the three of you step out into the hallway. You extend Azriel’s canteen with the lid screwed off out to them. “Smell this, what do you smell?”

Cassian takes a whiff, as does Rhysand.

“It smells like the air in the clouds, like,” Rhys takes another sniff, “like the soap Feyre loves. And clean sheets.”

Cassian smells it, “it smells like strawberries and sex.”

You chuckle before starting, “this is a love potion. Someone has drugged our shadowsinger.”

“But he was fine until he saw you - wouldn’t a love potion make him fall in love with who he saw first?” Cassian gasps, “I saw him first! It should be me,” almost offended Azriel wasn’t hanging off of him like he was you.

You laugh, “no, Cass. Love potions can have a certain person in mind, but you have to be an incredibly talented potionmaster to brew such a concoction.” You blush a little before continuing, “most love potions can only exacerbate feelings that are already there. Hence why I had you two smell it - it smells differently to you two. If it was brewed for a certain person, it would smell like them.”

Rhys looks at you, a mischievous grin showing on his lips, “you didn’t tell us what you smell.”

Your blush deepened even further, “it smells like books,” you sigh, looking at your feet, “and like Azriel’s cologne, which is why I couldn’t smell it on him and asked you two to smell it.”

Cassian wolf whistles and you hit his arm, “shut up.”

“Should we be worried? How long will the potion last?” Rhys asks, changing the topic for a moment.

“They usually only last for 12 hours. Supposedly it is all encompassing. I’ve never seen anyone take it before, so I’m not sure what to expect.”

The two brothers look at each other and grin. “Oh no, poor Az. Being looked after by our beautiful healer for twelve uninterrupted hours. However will he cope?” Rhys’s signature smirk stretching his face.

“Rhysand, if you’re insinuating I’d ever take advantage of a patient under the influence of a love potion, you’d be gravely mistaken.”

“Well, I didn’t see you exactly prying his hands off your ass, now did I?”

Cassian mutters under his breath, “I’m sure Azriel can find it in his heart to forgive you if you took advantage.”

You roll your eyes so hard you’re concerned they might actually get stuck. The two bats turn to leave, deciding they’ve teased you enough for now. Cassian turns around, making kissing noises at you as they disappear down the hall.

When Rhys and Cass are out of earshot, Cassian tells his high lord, “you owe me 50 gold marks.”

Rhys scoffs, “you owe me 100 gold marks for the love potion.”

Cassian rolls his eyes, “call it even?”

#acotar fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel fanfic #azriel fluff #azriel/reader

[snackugaki]

part 1 

did I have to cut it there? yes. why? because I’m p-e-t-t-y, I’m petty all the time  ♪ ♫ 

but also, the image cap boo

the tags cannot contain my full power some of my really good tags got eaten by the tag limit and they’re grudges I keep in a little pile in my heart

did this silly little fan comic get away from me? ...YES

was I gonna originally stop it there? also yes but you know... I love being snide and petty but after catching covid like a week ago I’m not gonna bring any bad juju with me into next year if I can help it

I forgot how fucking neon the coloring got for awhile in the archie comics

im cryin g this was supposed to be a short’n sentimental’n sweet comic and now look at me, i played myself

look, Venus has waited a quarter of a century, she earned this

i think... what tickles me most about Venus after coming back to TMNT fandom via Rise, is that from what I can see (on tumblr), the kids love her. they love her and make versions of her in the series that came after the 90s. i look at their bios, some weren’t even born when Next Mutation was airing. (and as far as I can tell, Next Mutation didn’t really get much syndicated airtime if any) ...and they still love her. hurt me in my old little heartguts. it’s mostly my generation of tmnt fans who express distaste for her... but the new fans, they love her, they include her in their aus, they make a place for her in their childhood series. hoo h oo giv give me a moment..

if I could pop back into 1998 and tell little 13 year old snackugaki that Venus would be back, I would. all I had were Trini Kwan and Venus de Milo (not ONLY them, just for the purpose of this post) as a fighty, angry little girl. 

all my childhood idols who could fight were calm, level-headed characters who could just happen to throw a villain through a wall if they really needed to. if it wasn’t for them who knows where baby snacku fite meh! gaki would be today. going up against Rhonda Rousey for the championship belt idk, who can accurately estimate the magnitude of childhood influences, not this bitch

if you’re also in PST and wondering why I typed up this post at goddamn 3am then we’re both insomniacs, you didn’t see me, stop snitching

EDIT: I KNEW IT, SOME OF THE TAGS GOT EATEN! HATEFUL! HATEFUL TUMBLR LIMITATIONS! ahhhhh it’s whatevs

#tmnt crossover #fancomic #venus de milo #tmnt venus de milo #the next mutation #idw venus #rise venus #idw venus de milo #rise venus de milo #07 Leo #90 Leo #Batman vs Raph #07 Raph #bay Donnie #bayverse Donnie #90 Mikey #87 Mikey #Archie Comics Donnie #2007 tmnt #1990 tmnt #1987 tmnt #tmnt 2016 #archie comics tmnt #my daughter deserves #she D E S E R V E S #waffled between a b/w or a color comic #hmm #feeling like b/w woulda been nicer #TOO LATE NOW #COMMIT TO THE BIT

[mad-maximoff]

When We Met

Wanda Maximoff X G!P Reader 18+!!

Summary: You were invited but to a join a party at the new Avengers compound. You locked eyes with a certain Scarlet Witch

Warnings:(Female Reader has a pen!s) drunk sex, wlw, sloppy bj, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word Count: 4.1 k

(I haven't written a fanfic with dicks in a LONG time! Almost 7 years lol! So I apologize if it isn't good.) :) <3 Enjoy!

Part 2 is here

It was never in your nature to come to these sorts of things. Though, one never passes an invitation from Tony Stark. Or else you’d get pestered by him relentlessly. You couldn’t figure out what to wear, but it had to be something formal. Not wedding-worthy, but drunk picture worthy where you still look hot as you’re a complete drunk mess. You wore a brownish-grey suit, with a sheer lace button-up top underneath. You allowed your bare skin to catch the air cooling yourself. You paired the outfit with some layered gold necklaces to liven it up. With your enhanced abilities, you had some things bigger than other women. Though, when you were so ‘happily bestowed’ onto you, there were some minor cons to the reality stone touching your civilian skin. Yes, you became stronger than a common super-soldier, and fight the Hulk family and live to tell the tale. The con is the extra appendage you weren’t born with. It was huge, frankly, everything about you was huge but the thing that hung between your legs made you feel like a real freak. 

You shook the thought away, fluffing the silk pants away from your skin, overthinking the inseam of your pants hugging your unwanted “third leg” too tight. 

You were in the main entrance in the front of the Avengers compound finishing off your smoke. Everyone was like cattle herding into the main doors leading into the party. You weren’t too fond of crowds, thinking everyone was staring at you. Your face was feminine but your shoulders down looked like a man's body. You looked like Bucky Barnes with tits. Or that’s what you thought.

“Oh miss Y/n! Fuck finally! Some real people to hang out with!” Kate sat slumped over on the couch, already drunk even when the party had just begun. She wasn’t wearing anything special, just a pair of ripped jeans and her white long-sleeved she always wear saying “лайка”. 

you were kicking yourself in the ass for dressing up. Until you noticed everyone but Kate was wearing something formal.

Yelena stood behind the bar with Tony mixing drinks. Yelena scoffed handing you a beer. 

“Da, Y/n. I’m quite pleased you are here. Kate is a fucking lightweight when it comes to drinking.” Her back turned to nudge Tony as he cleaned glasses. You noticed she forgot to open your beer. You looked around making sure no one was watching as you intertwined your index and your middle finger around the cap lifting it lightly making a popping noise.  

“Y/n. Come now. You don’t have to feel embarrassed about your strength. Buck and I can do that easily.” Steve stood behind you clinking your beer to his. You both took a swig each before finally finishing the conversation. 

“Oh, I’m not ashamed, Steve. I just don’t want to freak anyone out when if I accidentally shatter the bottle. You can control your strength. Sometimes I can’t.” Your fingers clung around the shaft of the bottle. You broke out in a tiny sweat, feeling your chest burn from the inside out. 

"If it happens, it happens Y/n. Accidents happen. We all know you're trying your best." Steve's hand pressed gently on your shoulder, walking off in front of you to join Natasha. You shrugged quitely chuckling to yourself. You followed along standing in front of Kate trying to lift her face off the pillow. "Come one champ! Let's get you sitting straight up huh?" You tried not to move her forcefully, but strong enough to move her body straight up. 

"Come on Y/n! Let's get fucked up!" Kate leaped up to her feet head-butting your collarbone. "No, no. How about I get you some water and sit your ass back down." You grabbed her shoulders sitting her back on the couch. "No! Fuck that! Let's get white girl wasted!" You had to laugh at her state. You've seen her drunk but never this out of it. You had to think of a plan so she wouldn't get sick. You darted to the bar whisking two shot glasses and a bottle of water. You poured the water into the shot glasses, running back to Kate. "Okay, Katey-baby. You wanna drink? Fine here you go!" Kate's hand slurred trying to latch onto the shot glass, finally, however, she gripped the glass throwing the water back. You drank yours slowly making sure Kate didn't notice. "Hell yeah! That went down fine! Give me another!" You turned ripping the water label off and pouring more into her glass. You heard a laugh behind you. You cocked your head around noticing a brunette wearing a white ruffled bustier cami dress, with black heels. She wasn't laughing over someone else saying something, she was laughing at you. You raised an eyebrow towards her which made her grin. She glided across the floor to the couch you were planted on with Kate. 

"Hey there! You wanna little help with this one?" She reached over to Kate's ponytail tightening the elastic. "Help with what Wanda? I'm fantastic! Y/n L/n, this is the beautiful Wanda Maximoff!" Kate tilted her head up to stare at the beautiful brunette. Her lips raised ear to ear, her lips were glossy. "You're too cute Kate." She made her way around the couch sitting next to Kate. "Hi, Y/n. Nice to meet you. Are you having fun babysitting Kate?" 

"Likewise, not really, but I've never seen her this bad. Yelena got ahold of her before I did." You flexed your hand seeing all the veins pop, clenching your knuckles under the gold ring on your middle finger. You seemed nervous speaking to Wanda but it wasn't hard. She was beautiful, yes, and you loved being around beautiful women like her. You loved women but it was hard to explain to women why you have a real dick. 

She laughed again flashing a pair of red eyes instead of green. "Oh yes, Yelena can be very heavy-handed with the booze. How did you meet the gang? You seem like a normal girl, with a little secret." Little secret? What secret? Can she tell? Is there an imprint? You glanced down quickly to see the crotch area, looking back at her. "Secret? Me? Haha, never. I met with Steve when he was searching for Bucky. I touched the reality stone and fucked with my entire genetic makeup completely." You laughed awkwardly seeing Wanda knew you did in fact have something to hide. Yelena came out of nowhere as she stood in front of us waiting for us to finish our conversation. Wanda broke her red-eyed contact with you returning to green to see Yelena. "What you want Maximoff? You want another beer Y/n? I told Barton to collect Kate Bishop so you won't be taking care anymore." She scoffed nudging Kate, taking the shot glasses away. Kate was passed out quite snoring in the middle of the couch.

"I'll have champagne." 

"Yeah, I'll take another beer, Yelena." You fidgeted your watch flexing your bicep, looking around the room and seeing it fill up quickly. 

                               ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Clint picked up Kate after a while of you and Wanda chatted. The party was intensely loud almost making it extremely hard to hear Wanda. The coffee table in front of you was surrounded by empty glasses and beer bottles. You both were getting drunk, the stone didn't affect you as the super-soldier serum did to Steve and Bucky. You can get drunk like a normal person. The only plus was you didn't get hungover. Wanda was warming up to you really quick. The spot where Kate sat was vacant with you and Wanda touching thigh to thigh. Her hand became accustomed to grazing your thigh ever so often. Her hand clenched, nails digging in lightly. It made you jump every time her hand went higher up your leg. 

"Funny. I touched the mind stone and it intensified my powers. My telekinesis, energy manipulation, and some form of neuroelectric interfacing, as Banner calls it. I just called it a burden." Wanda adjusted her body shifting her knees to touch your thigh. Her hand draped behind you against the back of the couch, as her other hand laid gently on your chest. You tried to stay calm feeling a warm sensation boil in the pit of your stomach. 

"Yeah it's a little crazy I guess, but at least you can hide your powers. I open a bottle the wrong way and it shatters. You get a lot of weird looks when your this big and still have boobs." You laughed sipping the last little bit of your final beer of the night. Wanda bit her lip softly staring you down. 

"I don't see that as a bad thing Y/n. You just haven't learnt how to manage your day-to-day with it. At least you weren't taken by HYDRA agents to be their main defence." Wanda hiccuped holding her free hand in front of her mouth. She reached in front of herself grabbed her glass, pulling it back. She looked down at the empty glass almost upset. "Uh oh, my drink's empty. I'm getting more. I'll get you another detka?" She arose softly adjusting her dress over her ass. You took a glance quickly trying not to seem noticeable. Her skin was perfect. Her ass was tight seemly not hugging anything underneath. Was she not wearing panties? You thought. Or a thong you didn't notice. You had to stop thinking like that though, you wouldn't want her to return and you were half mass. You'd be too ashamed. You're always uncomfortable with your little friend. You felt so disgusted by it that you never touched yourself. It's been months. You felt bent up but you didn't want to release. You felt wrong too. 

Wanda returned with a bottle of champagne and beer. You thought you were done for the night, but watching Wanda walk back to you made you reconsider. She gave you an exciting smile scrunching her nose tightly. You laughed at the sight of her feet fumbling about. All of these drinks must have gotten to her quickly when she started walking. The music was booming and Wanda knew the song. She mouthed the words swaying her hips to the beat. She stood in front of you shimming her chest. 

"I'd given up on romance, then I found you. Ain't it crazy what love can do?" She sang along to words cutting through the air. Her hips bucked rotating them in every direction. She popped the cork off the champagne bottle drinking the foam dripping from the opening. She slid herself onto your lap, continuing to girate feeling her pelvis on your belt. Fuck! You have to keep it together. 

Wanda chuckled pulling the bottle away from your lips and placing it beside you on the couch. "Haha! I love this song! Me and my..ex-husband...Vision. Went to a club in Norway and this exact song played!" Her thighs tightened around yours jumping up and down onto you as she danced around. Dammit, Wanda! Stop making it hard to keep yourself in control! You thought trying to think of something to not make you hard. 

"Oh yeah, Vision. I'm sorry about what happened to him. You two seemed to be a really cute pair." Your hands glided on her exposed thighs feeling her warmth heaten your hands. 

"We were. Right now though, I could be all yours Y/n." Wanda bent her head down connecting her forehead to yours. "Now drink your beer detka." Her hand held your beer pursing it to your lips tipping it up softly. Her center was rubbing against the mound in your pants. You felt it rise a bit trying to shift away from her. 

"You wouldn't want me, Wanda. You don't want me to break your bed into the next floor." You grabbed hold of your beer chugging it quickly knowing you'll need it. Wanda stopped moving around on you to grab her bottle, taking a huge drink. She huffed wiping away the extra liquid across her lips. "What if that's what I exactly want Y/n? To be thrown around like a little paper doll." She hummed finishing the rest of the contents in the bottle. You had to laugh again feeling in a daze. The liquor was working on you fast. "You know what my other talent is Y/n?" Her lips grazed your cheek hovering beside your ear. Her breath was hot and it spiked your senses. 

"Huh Wanda, what's that?" Your erection becoming more apparent. Your hand was grasped firmly around her thighs trying to hover her body from your crotch. 

"I can read minds," She moved her head crashing her plump lips onto yours. Her kiss was rough and sloppy. Mixing wine and beer wasn't the best idea but with her, it tasted like heaven. She let go of your lips. Tasting the cherry lipgloss painted on her blush lips. "And...I give good blowjobs too..so I've heard." Your expression must've said it all. It was shocking to hear Wanda speak in a way. Even though you only knew her a short time you'd imagine she'd never talk that way sober. You'd hope. 

"Well I hate to break it to you lovely, but I'm a girl. You can't give me a blow job." You whispered back trying to keep her still hovered over your crotch. As soon as those words spilled out of me, it made you grow harder. You prayed you didn't give up and drop her. Her eyes glowed red again, this time her hands turned colour too. Her hands made yours heavy, making it extremely difficult to keep her off your inseam. 

"That may be Miss Y/n. You are in fact a woman by birth. But the reality stone gave you something really, really special..." Your hands were being pushed down. The red mist latched onto your wrists pulling them down. You couldn't stop. With all of the strength you had, you finally met someone who can beat you. And she was winning. 

You didn't fully realize how erect you were until you felt Wanda sit fully on your lap. "Please Y/n. I know how much you hate your body right now, but please. Let me allow you to enjoy it at least. You need it. Your body is screaming at me to help." Her lips laid onto yours once more. It was deeper, meaningful, and passionate. "Let me help you cum detka..." Wanda whispered on your lips. Her mist came back unbuckling your belt, undoing the one button on your pants. You were so caught up you forgot where you two were. You are at a party full of people. Some may be watching. We weren't totally in the corner. The couch was near the entrance more than the middle of the dance floor. You had to make her stop in case she got even further.

"How about we go somewhere more private huh?" Your cheeks were burnt with either embarrassment or excitement from Wanda. Wanda looked down at you letting her teeth catch her bottom lip. "Good idea fetițăI. Let's go to my room." She leaped off your lap noticing a large lump below your zipper. 

You followed after Wanda trying not to draw any attention to yourself or your state. Everyone would stare if they saw a chick with a boner right now. In front of thousands of thousands of people. We both made it down a hallow hallway. Not a person in sight. All of the Avengers' bedrooms were at the end of this hallway. There were paintings and other things hung on the wall but because the compounds kept getting bombed or destroyed, they kept it very minimalist.

"I can't make it to my room. I need you now." Wanda was in front of you as she turned to face you. Her powers pushed you into the wall beside you. Your belt was still unbuckled and so were your pants unbuttoned. You couldn't move. You had motion in your wrists and hands but your elbows were glued to the wall. Wanda fell to her knees before you wasted no time unzipping your pants, making them fall to your ankles. "I haven't done this in so long, ever since I lost Vision. But, I exactly know what your girly-dick needs." Her shoulders dropped to either side letting her white straps fall off. You looked down at yourself feeling uncomfortable about how close she was to it. That pesky sore thumb sticking out of your white lace panties. Wanda's eyes flashed again looking up at you. "Don't be embarrassed drăguţă. You just stay still and try not to cum too early okay? It's okay if you do. So don't be ashamed if you do. I can tell you never play with yourself." Her fingertips were now cold. Tracing her fingers across the hem of your panties pulling them down to your pants. You saw your dick bust out of freedom moving by itself. It bounced all which ways it could. Wanda's grin glowed. "God are you ever twitchy!" Her hand was soft lifting your shaft straight up.

"I-I'm...sorry..." You spoke softly, you're fingers rubbed together becoming very nervous. 

"Don't be sorry miere. I love when cocks move by themselves. I can fix it easily." Her plump lips wrapped around your head breaking no eye contact. Her lips were warm and inviting. You felt every little sense ask her tongue twirling on your heads opening. Her head bobbed lower taking all of you in her mouth, your cock tingled up to your stomach. You've never been touched in months, even long after your life was shaken up. You felt like a bottle ready to pop open. You wanted to grab Wanda's head but your elbows were stuck to the wall. Your wrists flicked all ways around. You cracked your knuckles in between your middle fingers. Wanda's hands laid tightly on your thighs digging her nails in deeper. Her red mist shined again unlatching your elbows from the wall. Your hands ferociously sank into Wanda's scalp, pushing her behind the back of her head. Her sloppy noises turned into quiet gags as you felt her uvula at your tip. 

"Fuck Wanda...I'm gonna.." Your head rolled back as your sight became fuzzy. You felt like you were dripping out.

"Mhm..don't cum just yet detka, please." She gagged out dripping saliva all over her knees and dress. With Wanda saying just that, you had no sense of self-control. Wanda's tongue spun around your shaft as she repeatedly forced yourself into her mouth. You came instantly, you felt so ashamed. Wanda told you not and you did. Why can't you control yourself? Everything you do you are out of control, why can't you just control your dick? 

"I'm sorry Wanda.." You huffed. Your grip on her head loosened as the guilt washed over you. You couldn't look her in eye. Your head tilted up again looking at the fluorescent light buzzing around. You felt your eyes gloss over but you were trying your might not to shed a single tear. You quickly wiped away a tear ready to fall. Wanda's tongue flexed swallowing her cum-filled mouth. 

"I told Y/n, it's okay. You've never cum with your dick before. I understand." She arose pressing her body close against yours feeling both of your chests rubbing softly. "Now, how about we both figure out another place to it in huh?" Her hand lifted your limp cock in a stroking motion. 

"I can think of a couple of good places." You raised an eyebrow lifting her dress by your index finger. Her body was sweaty underneath her gown. Your hand traced up further feeling a tiny string around her hip. "Looks like you found a spot." Wanda's jaw sat on your shoulder, planting tiny kisses up your neck to your earlobe. "Go ahead, take my panties off." Her teeth clenched a part of your skin. Leaving a glossy kiss sticking spot behind your ear. Your hands hooked onto her biceps flipping her body against the wall. Your hand let go tracing down her body under her skirt. The tips of your nails latched onto the strings of her panties, ripping off her skin. Your hand excitedly stuck into Wanda's core immediately. She was wetter than you thought, your fingers just slipped in and out with ease. A small grunt blurted out of Wanda peering down at your hand. Your middle finger raised rubbing her pulsating clit. 

"Fuck are you ever wet Wand..." Your dick became hard again. Just feeling another woman again after a long time was enough to make your tip drool. Wanda's cheek stuck to the wall letting a hushed moan out. "I know...I just want you to fuck me so badly." Her ass swayed against your hips. Trying to stay up on her feet. You knew she had way too much to drink trying to lie against the wall. She wanted you. And did you too. You wanted to just take Wanda right then and there. Blow her up on that wall. Though, in her drunken state, you knew she couldn't hold onto her own. 

You flipped her back around facing you, she grinned having all of her hair flying in either direction. She laughed hysterically trying to stand in her heels. "Makeup you mind Y/n!" Her arms flung around your neck biting the bottom of her lip. 

"Oh, my mind is made up beautiful. Now, you open up." Your breath was shaky, trying to be assertive. Her leg wrapped around your hip, slowly opening herself for you. Your hard cock slid in with no friction. Her pussy was warm and inviting. Naturally, you supposed but man did it feel amazing. You never had sex with your cock. It almost felt ten times better than when you had a pussy of your own.

"Awe shit!! Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda's head rolled back on the wall as her hand clutched the nape of your neck. Her other leg is wrapped on either side of your hip. Your hands latched onto her legs hoisting her, slamming her down on your thick cock. Wanda's body jolted forcing out a moan into your ear. The force of your thrusting her down on you made the top of her dress let her boobs pop out. Her ass was soft on your legs as she bounced.

"Fuck Y/n! You're gonna make me cum fast!" She whined as she forced your head directly into her chest. Your hot breath was cool against the cold sweat between her breasts. You were trying so hard not cum, you had to stay focused not to cum inside Wanda. You had to plan to pull out when you felt it coming. "God Wanda! Don't say cum! Not now!" Your brows furrowed trying not to think about cumming. 

A red little light sparked behind Wanda's body. Wanda was using her powers. You couldn't tell why. You were too hard-headed trying to focus on other things. Wanda's chin was above your head clenching her teeth. "It's okay detka. Y-you can cum in me..." Her words were choppy thrusting on you. You felt her heartbeat, it was fast and comforting.

"No, no, no. Don't tell me that! Cause I will cum inside!" You groaned between your teeth, locking with Wanda's eyes. 

"That's what I want Y/n. I want you to cum in me. Please, please. Cum." Your focus was lost. All of your hard work was gone down the drain. You felt the urge rising rapidly. Just thinking about cumming in Wanda was enough to make you lose track. 

"Fuck you're making it hard for me not to.." You whispered thinking maybe that'll calm your urge. Even though it didn't. Wanda's walls clenched around your thick cock, making her thighs vibrate. 

"Do it! I'm cumming Y/n!! Cum with me!!" She screamed out flicking her crimson eyes. One final thrust did it. Both of you came at the same time. You felt an eruption flow out of you, going inside her. She was being filled by your warmth on top of already being so warm. Her body tightened around yours. 

"Fuck look what you made me do...I came in you, Wanda.." You sighed wiping tiny beads of sweat off your forehead. 

"Y/n. Don't worry. I wanted you to cum inside." She giggled standing back on her feet. "But you do realize what that means right? Do you have emergency protection or-.." You panicked realizing what you did. Could I get her pregnant? You thought. You assumed you shot blanks but yet. This was your first time. Wand interrupted your train of thought. 

"Honey don't worry. I have it all planned. You get to be the hero you want to be. And I get to have my family back." 

You sobered up once you heard Wanda's true intentions. She probably really liked you. But you heard what Stephen Strange said. Her kids weren't real. Now, they will be. 

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #lgbt #lesbian #marvel #wlw fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #wlw #avengers #scarlet witch x reader #g!p #wanda maximoff x female reader #mcu #wandamaximoff #mommy wanda #Spotify

[heartfullofleeches]

Since you mentioned the Frankenhounds (one of my favs of yours)

I always remember those videos of Queen Elizabeth where she enters a room with her running corgis entourage, and I just imagine scientist reader with the Frankenhounds, but instead of cute corgis it's terrifying, stitched up murder machines.

Still cuties tho!

A new face in town always called for celebration. Don't see many of those too often, and with the gradually declining population for mysterious and unknown causes they were a blessing.

A corporate hot-shot decided they had enough of the city life and shipped themselves and their earthly possessions off to the closest town that allowed them to work remotely from their high paying job. To the surprise of neighbors who arrived with baked goods and freshly picked fruits, they had already started the process of planning a get together to meet everyone they'd see on the daily. The townspeople were so thrilled they forgot the tiny detail that there was one person who wasn't as welcoming as the rest. The party began without a hitch, but something felt out of place for the new face. The one person they were more excited to meet had yet to make their presence known as as their absence persisted they began to worry they might not show at all.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have a number I can use to all the scientist?"

Though the tap on their shoulder was enough to alert the neighbor still wearing their carrier uniform, their eyes pop out of their sockets like billiard balls as they choke down a mouthful of food. "You... invited them?"

Puzzled by their sudden change, the new neighbor flashes a concerned smile. "Yes? Some articles of their work came up when I was doing research of your town, though most were slightly vague about what they do. They replied to my email saying they'd be around as soon as they could, and they'd bring their dogs if I allowed."

The mail carrier's eyes are just about ready to shoot out their skull. They make a grab for their bag - discarding their fallen cap as they gather their things. "Great party, but something's come up. Be seeing you, if you survive. Where are my keys... where are my..."

A sharp whistle pierces the air. All color, and hope, drains from the carrier's face as the yard's back entrance is pawed opened by a clawed hand - stitches running down the length of its furred limb. It retreats into the darkness as a lone figure steps out into view. Eyes follow them from all corners as they stride meticulously towards the larger group of party-goers, face void of greater expression than tight lips and a passive gaze. They scan the crowd, locating the newcomer with ease. A small smile forms - never meeting your eyes.

"Mx. Wilson. So good to finally meet you. Since this is our first meeting I must inform you I am not one to mingle with... others. I allow this an exception as you were unaware of this fact, and seemed so excited to meet my sweet pups - and I have to say they are quite eager to meet you as well."

The braver of the crowd regain function of their limbs, and take their attempt to flee as you bring two fingers to your limbs - but it's too late. Heavy panting and soft howls join the piercing shriek of your call in a sympathy of the chaos soon to follow. One by one, your howls spill into the yard - the newcomers eyes wide with newfound terror as the years long terror resurfaces in your existing neighbors.

The hounds knock over tables and chairs, barking and hissing at all who infer with their path. They corner those more expressive of their fear in tight shapes - bursting into maniacal laughter as they attempt to fling their bodies over the walls. The smallest of the group volts over to the snack table, scooping as many appetizers as they possibly could on one plate and balances the heavy weight in their claws - gifting their gracious offering to you as they kneel at your feet. You pick through the treats, patting their head as you pop one into your mouth. The others sniff out the outsider as they run for their house, dragging them back over to you and pinning them to the earth as you tower over them. You kneel, offerings a single fruit which they refuse. You chuckle.

"Oh, come now - don't be like that. We're only welcoming you to the neighborhood. My pups even when through the trouble of getting you a gift."

The fourth and most unpredictable of your hounds begins to convulse violently. They wheeze and sputter on the grass - jaws lax as they choke up something white and thin. You stroke their back, aiding them through their expulsion of whatever was lodged in their throat. Clinging to your leg, they spit out an entire human hand striped of its bone and still intact at the joints. With Halloween right around the corner, you'd say it was more a thoughtful gift than warning.

"And if I haven't said it all ready, welcome to the neighborhood."

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere oc #Franken-hounds #scientist reader #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid

[hxltic]

I LOVE YOUR WRITING AND… I have and idea >:)

Gaz finds some of the pictures that he keeps of us and price catches him

Gaz is an honest man. There was something Price told him to gather from the base, to which he did, so now as his fisted, calloused hand twists the knob to the office with the box heavy in his opposite arm, he opens the door to an empty room.

Their beloved captain wouldn’t hate him if he came in and sat the box down somewhere on an empty chair.

Meanwhile, Price was somewhere down the hall in the restroom. He didn’t expect Gaz to be as quick as he was despite that’s how he trained him to be, so he thought nothing of the pictures of you with scissors and cut-up paper spread beside it. And I mean literally thought nothing of it. He doesn’t forget a lot of things, but he completely forgot about this.

So when he returns to be met with Gaz, absent-mindedly hunched over his desk, immediately reacting to the click of the door, Price’s eyebrows raise when he scans the situation. Gaz looks like he’d been shot cold.

“Pretty ain’t she?” Price tests with a wide smile that squints his eyes. Gaz knew what his officer was doing, because nowadays, nobody knows when the smile is real and when it isn’t.

He couldn’t say no, obviously, and the question is set up for him to say yes, but one option can’t have a worse consequence than the other, right? Gaz clears his throat. “Yes, sir.”

Price nods and releases from the doorway. Once he gets to his desk, beside Gaz, he pops the cap onto the glue stick. He then walks around to sit in the rolling chair and continue his activities.

With the sound of scissors slicing through paper, there’s an awkward silence from what happened in the air. Gaz is still, a tight lipped expression on his face. He tries to read the situation, but Price is too good, and with all the years in the field his poker face is non-comparable. Gaz shifts the weight between his feet.

“Garrick?” Price suddenly calls.

Gaz finds his eyes, skittishly, without saying anything.

“Get out.”

to this day he begs for him to believe it was an accident. Price knows, but he likes to hold things over his head.

©️ hxltic

#cod mwii #cod price #gaz cod #cod mwf2 #cod modern warfare #cod imagine #cod mw2 #cod mw2 imagine #captain price cod #price mw2 #price modern warfare #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john price #kyle garrick #gaz mw2 #gaz modern warfare #video games #call of duty mwii #captain price #price call of duty #gaz call of duty #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare

[mommy-medusa]

nobody asked, but here’s a snippet of Ares being the best brother, and Aphrodite being a badass

However, just before the weapon could lick a slobbering, bloody wound across her neck, something crashed into Zeus, throwing him off-kilter and causing him to stumble backward. His hand released Athena, and she slumped weakly down to the ichor-smeared pavilion. Even with her crushed, gushing nose, she could smell ash and smoke, and when she looked up, she saw none other than Ares grappling through the rain with their father.

Dark streams of smoke were billowing out of Ares’ mouth. He looked like a fire-breathing dragon, his expression all contorted with anger, but he wore a wide smirk, tusks already smudged with a few drops of ichor.

Athena had always looked down on Ares’ fighting style, but watching him now, parrying and striking, she knew she greatly underestimated her brother. As reckless and wild as he was, Ares was strong. Zeus landed several blows against him, but Ares was the type to not care about how many times he was hit, so long as his enemy fell before him.

However, despite his best effort, Zeus would always be stronger.

Zeus was holding back against Athena. He could easily kill her, but he didn’t because she was still useful to him.

But Ares? He would gladly smite Ares. Maybe he’d just been waiting for the perfect opportunity.

So when Zeus managed to blow Ares down onto his back, Athena felt a sharp pang of terror spear itself through her stomach. She tried to get up, but the pain of her wounds made her falter. Her broken arm was slowly reshaping itself, and her smashed nose pieced itself back together, bit by bit.

“Ares,” Athena rasped, reaching for her brother.

“While in this sorry state of hers, Athena is finally beneath you, and yet, you leap to her aid,” Zeus said to Ares. “Disappointing. But not surprising coming from you.” He raised a lightning-infused blade high. “I’m happy to allow you to share her punishment.”

“No— Ares!” Athena cried.

Zeus’ blade came down, and the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the air. The hooked sword went flying across the garden, lodging itself in the mud.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that,” said Aphrodite, standing guard before both Ares and Athena, a thorn-coiled battle axe with a blade of rose gold hefted on one of her shoulders.

“You too, Aphrodite?” Zeus said.

Aphrodite gave a dainty shrug. “I couldn’t let these two have all the fun.” Then, she stomped hard on the ground, and thorny tendrils erupted from the earth, whipping madly around Zeus.

“Help Athena,” Aphrodite ordered Ares, who looked extremely starstruck. “I’ll keep him distracted.”

Ares shook himself out of his dazzled stupor and nodded, rushing over to where Athena was still sprawled prone on the ground. He extended a hand to her, and Athena took it, allowing her brother to pull her to her feet.

“Are you alright?” Ares asked her.

“I’ve been better,” Athena grunted, smacking her side firmly and popping a dislocated rib back into place.

Aphrodite’s boisterous laughter caught Athena’s attention, and she looked up to see the goddess dueling with Zeus in the storm. She was handling herself a lot better than Athena expected, effortlessly swinging her battle axe and summoning snarls of rose vines to aid her in combat. Athena often forgot just how powerful Aphrodite truly was; she was practically a primordial, older than even Zeus and his siblings. The only reason why her strength wasn’t commonly exhibited was because she simply chose not to show it off.

Now, that cap to her wellspring of power was removed, and she whooped and hollered in excitement as she contended against the King of Gods.

“What a rush!” Aphrodite boomed. “I haven’t felt like this in forever!”

At Athena’s side, Ares gave a wistful sigh. “Isn’t she incredible?”

“Keep it in your loincloth, Ares,” Athena said.

#aphrodite is sometimes a war goddess so here we are #also you can’t tell me this bitch isn’t incredibly fucking powerful #ouranos is her father #girl is absolutely a powerhouse tell me i’m wrong #also i. really like soft ares #not sorry #greek myth #greek mythology #greek gods #greek myth retellings #gods and goddesses #medusa’s child #ancient greek mythology #athena #ancient greek #ares #aphrodite #zeus #book snippets

[jamneuromain]

T-minus...

Steve Rogers x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - Musician AU

Summary: Steve is about to be late for his recording. Luckily, you're there to drag him out of his bed.

Warning: Fluff, pouty man-child Steve (yes that's a warning), BAMF Reader, excessive swearing

A/N: A contribution to the Week Four Slumberparty @the-slumberparty. Thank you @rogerswifesblog for helping me with the plot <3 (kith kith kith)

With the loud noise of yanking his curtains, Steve was brought back to the real world. From his sleep.

He simply rolled over, covering his face with pillows, not even caring a single bit that the sunshine burned his bare skin after someone popped the window open.

"Get the fuck up, you need to be there in the studio in fifteen, that's five minutes to dress and ten minutes en route." Someone conveniently pulled his covers off too, throwing his pillow, the one he was pressing to his ears, to the other side of the bed, having him exposed in the crisp April air. “Jesus, you reek of beer.” “Someone” muttered.

Steve made some noises in an attempt to cover his eyes with his arm, but that “someone” shook his body.

“Wake up, Steve!”

“But it’s earlyyy-” He whined, reluctantly squeezing an eye open, scrunching his face together for that effort, “what time is it?”

“Seven forty-five.” You checked your watch, “forty-six. I suggest you get up right this moment and still have four minutes to get dressed. And I'm hauling your ass out in four minutes, whether you have your pants on or not.”

His eyes snapped open. Those particularly cute sapphire eyes widened in panic.

Oh no.

OH NO!

NOT YOU!

The reality kicked in. You, his manager, his agent, his second-hand woman, whatever he calls you, were here to wake him up.

NONONONONONO.

He had been assigned to you for three years, and he knew what would happen if you don’t get what you wanted.

Or worse, when he was the cause.

“Three minutes and fifty seconds.” You reminded him, opening his wardrobe and starting to pick outfits for him.

OHNO!!!

“YES MA’AM!”

He scrambled out of bed in a blink of an eye, dashing to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face. He didn’t care about his nudity, or his modesty, wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, as you had seen numerous times before.

When he was out of his bathroom, you had already selected his outfit today: black T-shirt and jeans. They were lying on his unmade bed. You, on the other hand, took the chance to open all the windows of his apartment to clear out the smell of beer and … well, a grown man’s sweat overnight.

You handed him a bottle of bubbly water under your arm – it always helped with his headache after a night’s lack of sleep, plus the alcohol – and cursed in your brain because the cool bottle left a small patch of water between your elbow and your waist on your beige suit jacket. You had a meeting at nine, which meant you hope it wouldn’t stain.

He was jumping on the bedroom floor, trying to get his leg through the jeans, after gulping down almost half a bottle.

And a long burp came out.

Which nearly had him fallen off balance.

That’s what you get when you mix a bottle of bubbly with a jumping man-child. It’s like shaking the coke bottle after putting in a whole tube of mentos.

Scratch that “man” comment. He’s such a child sometimes.

At exactly one minute and six seconds to the countdown, he finally made himself presentable. His blonde hair still unkept, sure, but nothing a baseball cap wouldn’t solve.

You didn’t want some paparazzi waiting in front of his apartment building and catching his messy hair on camera. Again.

Though you doubt they still had any interest in him.

You headed out of his apartment after him, not forgetting to take his keys - which he conveniently forgot on the coffee table, buried under sheets of music, again - for him, before shutting the door.

“Ohhhh burger!” Steve picked up a packed bag from his seat, having a large, satisfactory bite before putting on a pouty face for you, who sat next to him, “it hath biffles.” He said while munching reluctantly, as the car started to drive onto the main road to the studio.

“That’s my breakfast. I like pickles, thank you very much.” You pointed it out, “yours is with Maggie, she bought you something to eat on her way to the studio. And don’t talk while you’re eating, you could’ve choked.”

Maggie, the assistant you hired for Steve two years ago, could manage almost everything.

Except waking Steve up.

That’s why with an early booking for the album recording, you showed up to hassle his ass instead of the more early-riser Maggie.

“I don’t like pickles,” Steve whined. Yet he took another bite, pushing the pickle slices out of his mouth to spit in the wrapping paper when he thought you were not looking.

“Then don’t take my breakfast?!” You roll your eyes, “make your own.”

“… I’ve slept over…”

“Just eat.”

“Yes whaam... ma’am.”

Still talking with food in his mouth.

Now you’ll go to your nine o’clock meeting with an empty stomach, thanks to Steve.

“Your 2 pm shooting got canceled. There has been a mix-up at the site, we’re going there tomorrow at 8 to finish the last couple of shots for your new album.” You pulled up his schedule, talking to him, hoping he’ll remember the rest of his day, “you have four hours in the studio. I’m not asking you to finish recording all those songs but I’m gonna have your top three demos to present to my boss, and that’s the bottom line for today. No out-of-the-blue insta stories, unless approved by Maggie or me, but you can take selfies, or ask Maggie to take a couple of pictures, just in case we might need them later, understood?”

He nods frantically, with two chicken nuggets stuffing his mouth full.

“The afternoon, go hang out with your buddies, or go to the gym, or play video games, I don’t care. No twitter. No Instagram. Maggie will be there with you to make sure you don’t say anything on twitter. If you want to twitter about politics, ask Maggie for a spare account.” You cleared your throat, “there’s a live session arranged on Youtube at seven pm, go talk to your fans, sing some songs from your previous albums – no disclosing your new album!” You stared at him to make your point clear, “more importantly, don’t answer the questions you don’t like. If the fans asked about your family, I don’t give a shit, don’t answer that. Don’t answer any bizarre questions, they might be some sneaky reporters behind those accounts trying to get a comment or something. Maggie will tell you about the details, but that’s all for today.”

The car pulled up in front of the studio. You got out of the car, holding your hand onto the car door because you were going to be late.

“Are you not going to be with me during the live session?” He got out of the car too, pursed his lips into a small pout, the pink plump lips complimenting his blue eyes, having you take a deep breath.

“I’ll try. I have a meeting at 6.30, and I probably couldn’t make it.”

“Please? Pretty please?” He whined, “you know I’ll behave better when you are around.”

You laughed, handing him his water bottle, “behave, Steve. I’m going to be late.”

“Not the slightest chance?”

“You’re going to be late too!”

“Maybe a goodbye kiss?” He asked hopefully.

“I’m going to kick your ass if Maggie doesn’t see you in thirty seconds.”

Steve made a face, acting like he was actually scared of you.

“Twenty-nine.” You started texting Maggie, who was waiting in the studio already.

“Yes ma’am. Love you miss you see you bye!” He gave a funny salute, before dashing off at lightning speed.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #navy and roo's sleepover #weekly writer challenge #navy and roo sleepover #musician!steve #manager!reader

[sensei-venus]

Can you possibly do an Eli x asmatic reader where she has nightmares at night, but ok night it gets really bad and she's crying and struggling to breathe when she wakes up. She's shaking so bad, she can't find her inhaler and Eli wakes up and is immediately In protection mode and helps her calm down, administrators the puffs from her inhaler and comforts her?

It hurt so bad, all she could feel was pain blooming in her chest when she woke up. She couldn't even remember what she was dreaming of in the first place.

All she remembered was that it wasn't pleasant. But now all she could think about was the fact she couldn’t get any air into her lungs.

The room was dark and she could barely see anything. It was so hard to even think, it just hurt. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to take in air. She knew she had to be wheezing and struggling but she couldn’t hear it. Her ears where completely shut off in that moment.

She struggled to sit up but she did, the mattress under her dipped as she threw her legs over the bed and tried to find her inhaler. She rummaged around her nightstand trying to find it. Her hands trying to work over time to find it in the mess of her drawer. She hardly noticed when the lamp on the nightstand turned on and gave her a better view.

Finally she found her inhaler.

She pulled it out and shook it for a second. She tried her best to take in air but still struggled. Her vision was growing worse by the second. The lack of oxygen making her feel weird and her brain go fuzzy along with her vision. Her eyes threatened to spill with tears as the seconds went by.

She tried her best to position the inhaler in her hand, to get a grip on it. But it kept slipping and almost fell out of her hand. She tried to uncap the protective mouth piece but it wouldn’t budge.

Suddenly a strong hand held her own that was still gripping the device.

Another hand helped to pop the cap off, letting it fall on the floor. Forgot in the moment.

The price of plastic was raised to her lips with still shaking hands but was able to push down and release the medication. She took a deep breath as she inhaled the puff of medication. Within a few moments, it started to work and her lungs slowly opened up. She wheezes but it's long and deep.

Her lungs are fully open and she can breathe again. She closes her eyes and shivers, the oxygen finally making her head stop spinning and her brain unfog.

She relaxes back into the body that was pushed up behind her. Strong muscles flex under her weight as she leans back. A naked hard chest slowly moves up and down as her partner breathes. It reminds her to try and breathe with him. Slowly she starts to even out, but she still feels completely weak. Her whole body is tired and slumped.

“You freaked me out there, thankfully I heard you wheezing and woke up.” Hawk mumbled out as he sat behind her. He takes the inhaler from her limp hand and sets it on the nightstand. He would find the cap tomorrow.

“I'm ok now.... Sorry I scared you like that.”

“It's fine, I'm just happy I woke up in time. I don't think you would have been able to open that cap on your own. You should keep your inhaler on your nightstand and not inside the drawer next time so you can get to it quicker.”

If she had the energy she would have giggled at him. But she didn't. She just laid into him and let herself sink into him. In the lamplight, she could see his pale skin and blue eyes staring at her from above. The look of worry and relief washed over him in an instant as she looked up at him.

He rubbed at her shoulders for a good minute. He didn’t want to trigger her into another episode from to much touch. He knew that to much stimulation after a episode like this could trigger another one. Her shoulder where tense under his fingers. He gently worked at them.

Slowly they started to relax under his fingers and began to soften.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Honestly I can't even remember what I was dreaming about.... I guess whatever it was caused me to loss it though.” she gave him a small smile before almost whispering out “ Can we just go back to bed please.”

He sighed but nodded saying “Yeah that's fine.”

He turned off the lamp before scooting back to his side. They both shimmer under the covers once again. The two of them relaxing under the soft sheets. Reader turned over into her side, it was quiet for a long time.

“Can you hold me please Eli?”

Warm arms wrapped around her from behind, turning her into a little spoon. He pulled her back against him. Her back against his chest snug and tight buy not enough to make her feel over suffocated again. She snuggled back against him, her head deep in her pillow. She could feel his warm breath fanning over her shoulder and neck as he slowly started to breath. Trying to fall asleep again.

She smiled as she closed her eyes and slowly sighed.

She let herself try and fall asleep once again, but this time with her boyfriend wrapped around her to make her feel safe.

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #cobra kai confessions #cobra kai imagine #eli moskowitz headcanons #eli moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #cobra kai eli #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk

[btsqualityy]

Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 13

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: You go for a trip and the truth about Bora finally comes out. 

Warnings: attempted murder, assault, mentions of murder, and descriptions of injuries.

WC: 1.7K

Two weeks later, neither of you had heard another peep from Bora. She didn’t send anything else to the house, she didn’t pop up on Hobi again, and she had seemingly vanished into thin air. The police were still working on their investigation (which was taking entirely too fucking long, if anyone asked you) and you and Hobi were left with no other option but to continue living your lives. 

“Y/N-ah, where’s my sneakers?!” Hobi shouted from inside of the walk in closet and you sighed heavily, pausing from packing your backpack for class to answer him. 

“Which ones?” 

“My yellow and white Nike’s!”

“Bottom shelf, right hand side,” you replied and when you didn’t hear anything else from your husband, you figured that he found what he was looking for. Once you got done putting your laptop into your bag, you zipped it up and set it to the side before moving over to your bedside table. You grabbed a bottle of medicine that was sitting there, taking the cap off and taking a big swig of the bitter liquid straight from the bottle. 

“You know, you wouldn’t have to chug down medicine like that if you’d just stay home,” Hobi pointed out as he walked out of the closet, shrugging on a jacket that matched the jogging pants that he was wearing. 

“I can’t miss class, you know that,” you responded. 

“You’re gonna make yourself even worse.”

“Well, good thing I have you to take care of me then,” you smiled, making Hobi roll his eyes as he stepped over to you. Once you had tightened the cap back onto the medicine and placed it back onto the bedside table, Hobi cupped your face in his hands and kissed you firmly. 

“Take it easy today, yeah?” He requested. “If you need to come home early, please do it.”

“Ok, I will,” you nodded, more than willing to agree to his requests since he wasn’t fussing about you leaving the house. “See you tonight?”

“Yep, I’ll be home around 6 and I’ll make you my eomma’s special soup,” he promised. 

“Mmm, I can’t wait,” you smiled and Hobi did the same before pressing one last lingering kiss to your lips. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” you replied. After letting go of you, Hobi grabbed his dance bag and walked out of the bedroom while you continued to get yourself ready for the day. 

By the time you were ready and sliding your feet into your sneakers, 15 minutes had passed since Hobi left the house. As you were grabbing your backpack, you heard the front door open but you figured that it was just Hobi coming back because he forgot something. 

“Hobi, what did you leave this time?” You asked as you walked out of the bedroom, pausing briefly in front of the descending stairs and running through your mental checklist in order to make sure that you had everything you needed. When you didn’t get a reply from him though, your eyebrow rose and you looked over the rail of the landing to see if you could spot your husband. “Hobi? Baby?”

You heard a sudden creak in the floors and you knew it was on the top floor but right before you went to turn your head, you felt a pair of hands on your back push you roughly. The next thing you knew, you were tumbling down the stairs at a rapid speed, hitting the wood harshly as your body rolled with no control. You finally came to a stop after falling from the last step but that didn’t even happen until you had rolled a few inches away. 

You groaned softly, finding it hard to keep your eyes open as pain shot through what felt like every inch of your body. You felt wetness on the leg of your jeans and underneath your face so you figured that you were bleeding but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to get up. 

As you felt yourself loosing consciousness and allowed your eyes to flutter closed, the last thing that you remembered was the sound of the front door, opening and then closing.

.........................................................................

When you finally came to and opened your eyes, you were almost blinded by how bright the lights in the room were. After taking a few seconds to get used to it, you looked over to your right side and saw Hobi sitting there. 

“Hobi?” You whispered and his head jerked up, his eyes wide at seeing you awake. 

“Baby, thank God,” he whispered, moving to the edge of his seat so that he was closer to you as he grabbed one of your hands. “I was worried you wouldn’t wake up.”

“W-what happened?”

“I came home and found you on the floor by the stairs,” Hobi said and your memory slowly began to come back to you. “You were bleeding and it just, it didn’t look good.”

“Hobi, I didn’t fall,” you told him. “I was pushed.”

“Pushed? By who?” 

“I didn’t see their face but if I had to guess, Bora,” you replied and Hobi’s gaze darkened. 

“What?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “When I was getting ready to leave, I heard the front door open but I thought it was you. When I walked out of the bedroom and to the landing, I called out to you but heard no answer but I did hear the floorboards moving behind me. Next thing I knew, I was falling down the steps.”

“Hold on, I can check the cameras from my phone,” Hobi said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the device. After a few seconds, you could literally see his eyes widen as he watched the tapes back. 

“Holy fuck, that is Bora,” he murmured as he turned his phone towards you. On the screen, you could see Bora walk into the house and type in the code to the security system, disarming it. The camera view then switched to the one that was placed right outside of your bedroom and you could see Bora moving up behind you. It was then that you pushed the phone away, not wanting to see anymore. 

“Has the doctor come in and talked to you yet?” You wondered and Hobi nodded his head.

“I was too anxious to wait for you,” he admitted sheepishly. “I had to know what happened.”

“The verdict?”

“You have a broken ankle, as well as some pretty bad bruising,” Hobi reported. “Oh and a concussion as well.”

“Fuck,” you muttered. Just then, a knock on the door sounded before it opened and Officer Ito poked his head inside. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. 

“Please do,” Hobi said and Officer Ito stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him before stepping over to stand in front of your hospital bed. 

“How are you doing, Y/N?” He wondered and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you.

“How am I doing?” You chuckled ruefully. “That psycho bitch tried to murder me!”

“Who?” Officer Ito asked confusedly. 

“Bora!” 

“Are you sure? Did you see her?” 

“Well, not when it happened but-” you started to say but Officer Ito cut you off.

“Then how could you know that it was her?” He questioned. “You could’ve just tripped.”

“I know what two hands on my fucking back felt like,” you snapped harshly.

“Calm down baby, don’t work yourself up,” Hobi told you before he turned to look at Officer Ito. “We followed your advice and got a security system installed in our house. I have the video from the cameras on my phone.”

“Show me,” Officer Ito said and Hobi stood up then, bringing the video up on his phone again as he showed it to him. Officer Ito’s eyes widened as he watched the screen and he sighed heavily after Hobi pulled his phone away. 

“Do you guys have any new leads on her?” You asked.

“That’s actually what I came here to tell you both,” he said. “We searched the database again, as well as ones outside of South Korea, and we got a hit on Bora. The thing that was leading us astray is the fact that she changed her name.”

“What’s her real name?” Hobi wondered.

“Kim Sujin and she previously lived in Japan before she moved to Seoul only two months before you two did,” Officer Ito continued. “She’s also currently a suspect in the disappearance and murder of a Japanese man, Sato Akiro.”

“Oh my gosh, I remember his name from the news,” you gasped. 

“When I first met her, she did tell me that she had a fiancée that she broke up with and she must’ve been talking about him,” Hobi added. “Although knowing what we know know, I doubt they actually only broke up.”

“Me too,” Officer Ito agreed. “Seeing as though we have proof of her capabilities now, we’ve put out an All Points Bulletin and we have every agency on the lookout for her. She’s also been placed on the Most Wanted List and we’re going to put a police detail on your house.” 

“And when you catch her?” You asked. 

“We’ll be able to put her away for quite a while,” Officer Ito replied. 

“Good, because she deserves to rot,” Hobi stated firmly. 

.........................................................................

“Baby?” Hobi called out, his eyes widening when he heard sniffling coming from the hospital bed. He slowly crawled onto the bed next to you and you didn’t hesitate to turn around and bury your face into his chest. “Why are you crying?”

“She tried to kill me,” you sobbed, clutching your husband’s shirt in between your hands. “She really tried.”

“I know baby, I know but she didn’t,” he whispered. 

“What did I do to deserve this?” You whimpered. “What did you do to deserve it? We were happy until this psycho came into our lives.”

“We were happy and I promise, I’m not going to let her ruin our lives together, ok?” He swore to you. “It’s you and I, and no one can come in between us.”

“I wanna believe you, I do but I just,” you tried to say but fresh tears welled up in your eyes and all you could do was continue to cry. 

“It’s ok baby. You can cry and lean on me and I’ll be strong enough for the both of us,” Hobi murmured, even though tears were brimming in his eyes as well because he hated to see you so upset. “I’ll be strong enough for the both of us.”

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bts reactions #bts jhope #bts hobi #hobi x reader #jhope x reader #jhope smut #jhope angst #jhope fluff #hobi smut #hobi angst #hobi fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines

[exactlypinkavenue]

She has a sister P1

(James Potter has always been obsessed with Lily Evans. But what if Lily’s sister, Rose Evans, was obsessed with James)

angst and more angst. Please do not copy this

James POV:

I get up, I shower, change and head for the Great hall. Some people find the walk from the gryffindor dorms to the great hall boring. But I definitely do not. In fact, I frankly cant quite understand how people think the opportunity to plan and think of your next brilliant day, is boring. As I push open the great hall doors, which are quite heavy by the way, I can’t help but stare at my beautiful Lily flower. Today she’s wearing a lovely red jumper, embellished with the lion of Gryffindor. She is also rocking some sexy ripped jeans, I mean would you look at those knee caps. She’s absolutely stunning, it’s like her beauty is pulling me in, I must go talk to her. “Hello my gorgeous Lily flower, soon to be wife, soon to be mother of my children. How are you doing on this fine Tuesday morning” “well I was doing fine, before you showed up that is” “oh come on, Lily flower I can’t be that bad can I?” “No, worse” I walked away with a sigh, right now might not be the best time to woo her. I walked over to my usual seat and waited for the jokes. “When are you gonna realize that she’s just not that into you mate” “I agree with Sirius, James, you been chasing after her for like six years now, it’s time to call it quits” “I heard that Nancy Dill is interested in you James, maybe you can work on that for a while” suggested Peter. “No, I want Lily, only Lily I am not giving up” classes went by faster then I expected. Mostly Because I was thinking of how to woo my precious Lily. Soon enough it was dinner time and I had the most brilliant idea.

I had just filled myself up to the brim with treacle tarts, fisherman’s pies, turkey legs, and all of the above when it was finally time to execute my brilliant plan. It consisted of the choir singing “say you, say me” by Lionel Richie, doves shooting from out of thin air, chocolate and letters that say “Lily go on a date with me” falling from the sky like rain, and myself taking my Lily on a beautiful ride around the Great Hall on my broom. Where we’ll catch chocolates and listen to the music, and she’ll say yes while holding me tight. It’ll be magical. I got up, stood on my chair, and gave three taps to my goblet. Very thing started to happen so fast I almost got forgot I had a part in this epic show. I ran to grab my broom which was at the end of the great hall, where the giant doors are, hopped on and sped towards my future bride. She was screaming by the time I was closing in on her, perhaps she was afraid I was going to crash into her. Anyway, I picked her up with one swift motion and placed her onto the broom, from there we soared high into the air, slightly turning to get a full view of the hall. She was starting to get more comfortable during our third lap so I decided now would be the best time to pop the question. “ evans, would you like to go out with me” “are you serious” I was super confused, why is she so mad I’d thought she would like my surprise, evans is complicated. “You arranged this whole thing, that is completely embarrassing by the way, and you expected me to say yes” “yes?” “Ughh, I hate you” can you believe this, out of nowhere she started slapping me, full on slapping “ you say you love me but this is not love potter, love is not pestering and annoying so that one can not have five minutes without wanting to pull their fucking hair out. Did you even care that I have a boyfriend. Did you even care about what kind of stress this puts On our relationship” she has a boyfriend, this is new news to me. “ you didn’t even know did you, ughh just put me down potter” I take us down and she basically sprints to the safety of this random guy’s arms, he’s some Hufflepuff. The choir has stopped singing, the chocolates and letters have stopped falling, and the doves actually never appeared. Everyone has left and I now have detention for two weeks. Funny how life is, the love of my life is dating someone else and living her best life while I have detention. “Mr. Potter I would like you to apologize to Ms. Evans, she has received an injury due to your.. actually I do not know what to call it” “ Lily is injured?” “No, thankfully not it’s her sister, Rose Evans. For some reason the chocolates fell most in her section, she was brutally pummeled the poor girl” she has a sister, Oh my Merlin she has a sister. My luck has suddenly changed for the better. “Where can I find her”

#james potter angst #lily potter sister #jily angst #james potter fanfiction

[silverjetsystm]

if your muse could redo one moment in their childhood, what would it be and how would they change it?

hard-hitting q’s for character development… | Accepting

Couple notes.

Jake calls Elias/dad 'the old rabbi.'

At this moment in time, nobody is aware the system is a system.

"Guay de mi" is Ladino for "oh my." It's the Ladino "oy vey."

Jake can handle being bawled out; Marc is confrontational specifically with Elias and things get muddied.

Latin pop blared from the radio while Jake pulled the Ford Aerostar into a South Side gas station. Beneath the macho behavior, he was anxious as all get out, calculating their joyride.

Half a tank. Fill it, drop the energetic kids off, and drop the van in Bernard's garage no problem. Jake had been hoping the cousins'd conk out for the home stretch, smelling like Lake Michigan beach. Alma - Jake's copilot, the map reader, the boss - turned to the back of the van, lungs louder than the decibels of six other kids. "¡Chitón!"

Uninterrupted hour of sunbathing over.

Jake looked back at exactly the wrong moment. Randall egging on a slap fight in the second row. "Ey!" Caught up in the drama, he forgot where he was putting the tires. A scraping sound of metal meeting yellow pole left Earth-shattering, fearful silence. Bernard, the old rabbi's best friend for a zillion years, didn't know they had borrowed the wheels. They had a house key for emergencies. To a sixteen year old with a license burning a hole in his wallet, this qualified. Give the cousins a day out.

Shoulders trembling, he pulled the van forward, corrected, and backed into the spot to Shakira. Every other time, Bernard's been riding shotgun. Hardly any blindspots. Spaceship-like. Jake could see anything coming. He slid out to survey the damage, rueful smile slick with beading sweat on wispy mustache. "Ach." Yellow paint streaked across the middle light blue stripe of the dented door. The little conscience asked what the bloody hell they were doing. Loud whispers, nervous giggles break out like small fires.

Sweaty palms on the wheel, air conditioner on full blast, they drive to the cousins' place without further incident. Alma and Jake split a cigarette like its his last one before his execution. Randall was morose for a 13 year old, swinging his feet, staring out the window on the ride northish. Jake planned. Which mechanics to call, where to source parts if the dent didn't pop out. Paint matching. Nobody had saw him take the van, he could buy a few days…

Bernard, his wife, Leah, and Leah's father lived two blocks over from the {old rabbi's} home. Everyone had been out when Jake nabbed the keys off the entryway hook. Everyone was back again. Bernard and the old rabbi were sitting on the porch with stone faces. Jake parked it in the driveway, damage on full display. Didn't have to wait long. They came to them. "Guay de mi," said Bernard, old rabbi ushering them into the house to avoid further eyes. Jake could feel the neighbors watching, the judgments.

Old rabbi's got his work cut out for him. Got to be mother and father on an already bare family tree. Jake knows this. Boxed in on a stiff floral couch, Jake raised his chin. "I can fix it. It's body work."

"Stealing? Is this what you do now, M--"

For Marc, the last few years between father and son have been tense disappointments. The occasional shouting match. Whatever 'he had done' now, whatever slight he's done this time. Could be anything. Sneaking out, fights, who he kept time with. Scowling, fists clenched, tension coiling from head to toe. Dry palms rub his forehead in an attempt to soothe the ache. Could be the heat.

Bernard cuts dad off, weary before it even starts, Dad could continue this tale at his own home. Disappointment burned worse than raised voices, shame burning deep. "I know you'll take care of this," said Bernard, flat cap shading watery blue eyed worry.

"I will." Whatever it was.

Obviously, if he had to do it over, Jake would ask to borrow the van and take the sting of looking uncool.

#asked and answered #v: a tale of moon and scarab | 222 #lockley | mild mannered cabbie #headcanons

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Battle of the femboys

In which Raiden battles Monsoon. Highly cursed.

Raiden (or I should say Jack) had just woken up and was disappointed that there were no beyblades that "he could let rip". He had just listened to some bionicle looking ass mother fucker go on about the importance of memes. "To hell with this!" he thought. "I'll be damned before I let Jack jr. have a tiktok account and start watching skibidi toilet videos!" Then the next thing he knew, an officer had plunged a weapon into his chest. He let out a small moan. CupcakkeI'mHorny.mp4 starts playing.

"Doktor. Turn off my pain inhibitors." Soon a codec window popped up showing a very confused, elderly german man. He begged Raiden not to go through with the decision but in the end relented. If he disobeys the cyborg than he can kiss those left hands goodbye and that just wouldn't be acceptable. He had already moved once and had reconstructive surgery due to his peculiar "interests". If he turned off the pain inhibitors then he could still live a quiet life.

Jack began to moan ahego girl style like in one of his good friend Hal's japanese animes. Since the patriots had taken away most of his body, the doktor thought that it would be best to use the lack of a crotch area to his advantage. No one knew how the cyborg became aroused without a dick but soon he had a soda stream bottle protruding from his nether regions.

He unscrewed the lid and slid in some mentos and diet coke. After tightening the lid back on, he jerked himself like he was using a shake weight and aimed himself at the remaining officers. Within seconds the cap lifted and shot one of them right in the forehead. "Bullseye!" Jack cried. Then the coke began to drown the rest of them like some sort of bizarre bukkake that Pepsiman would be jealous of. Monsoon could only stare in horror. "You've lost your mind."

They had forgotten Sam was there when they heard "Yeah, I'm sitting this one out sorry." He then double jumped to god knows where. Probably to go get more injections for his gluteus maximus. Jack had forgotten that he still had a sword plunged in his chest. He took it out and licked off some blood. "Mmm. Cherry flavoured."

"I've misjudged you. You are like us after all." said Monsoon. Like Raiden, he also had no dick. He then opened up his crotch plate but instead of a soda streamer it was just a juice pitcher. To be more specific, it was the kool aid man. It then came running into Jack and began to wash him away in the warm and soothing sugary liquid. "OH YEAH!" screamed Monsoon. "AND IT WILL CUM LIKE A FLOOD OF PAIN!"

Raiden managed to grab onto a chunk of a building and fling himself back to World Marshal headquarters. "Man, I haven't seen that much red since the time I forgot to go get Rose her tampons." He sighed. A perfectly good couch had been ruined. Oh well. It's not like he hadn't come home before drenched in blood. They would just tell their son that they were replacing their couch again because of his father's work injuries. At the very least it was better than having to deal with his wife's awful cooking.

Monsoon waited for his return only to stab him with his sais. "Does it hurt?" Perhaps he should have thought about the consequentions of his actions. "HARDER!" Jack cried in ecstasy. The cyborg did a double take (which was an achievement of modern medical science since the man had no eyes) and jumped into the air and did the naruto run until there was a good distance between them.

"Look" he said, "I somehow survived during the reign of the Khamer Rouge and then decided that it would be a good idea to join the mafia, and even I think you need therapy!" Jack glared at him with his one eye. "DON'T KINK SHAME ME! AT LEAST I'M NOT A GIANT, WALKING REFRIGERATOR MAGNET!"

Suddenly Sundowner walked outside of the building. "What in tarnation? Christ, what's takin' yeh so long?" Jack was now walking towards his direction. "Well look if it isn't foghorn leghorn. Stop stealing my trench coat look by the way, you can't pull it off." He then began to rub the cyborgs bald head for good luck. "The fuck!?"

Jack then threw an EMP grenade in Monsoon's direction and began to slash at him while Sundowner watched with morbid curiosity. He then pieced all of him together in the wrong places like some sort of child when you ask them to solve a rubix cube. "HEY! STOP IT! SUNDOWNER WHY ARE YOU JUST STANDING THERE!?" His partner let out a chuckle. "Now what was that thing yer always sayin'? Something about exquisite memes? I think I'll go get my camera!"

Sundowner then came back and gave a smartphone to Jack. "Now be sure to get it just right!" The man had positioned himself so that Moonsoon's body was now a human chair that he was sitting in while he held his comrades head out like he was reenacting Shakespeare. Jack couldn't believe he was doing this. He groaned and then tapped what he thought was the picture button but unbeknownst to him, it was the record option.

"Are we done yet!?" asked an irritated Monsoon. Jack then threw the phone at his head, causing the man to fall out of Sundowner's grip. The Alabama war criminal began to holler. "Damn, I think you could be a good pitcher. You know what? I'm so impressed that I think I'll let you keep em damn brains." Wow. That had been easier than he had expected.

"Thanks baldy!" Raiden then used his ninja run to make it to the top floor. Now it was just the other two cyborgs left alone together. "What did he mean by bald?" Sundowner eyed his parter like he was blind. In fact, he was blind. "Are you telling me yeh can't see my head?" Monsoon rolled his eyes (if he could have). Am I supposed to? Most of my body is artificial you idiot!

Sundowner scratched his head as a realization came upon him. "Wait. Are you telling me... that yer not in fact a girl!?" Now Monsoon was the one that was confused. "What? No! Why would you think that?" His partners jaw was left wide open. "But what about that dainty hair and slim build!" Monsoon cringed. "So a man can't take care of his looks?" He would have been offended had the situation not been so bizarre.

"No, it's just... uhhh... excuse me, I gotta delete some pictures off my desktop..." Monsoon began to scream at the man. "SUNDOWNER! HEY, YOU GET BACK OVER HERE!"

#mgrr #metal gear rising revengeance #mgr #raiden mgr #mgr raiden #monsoon mgr #jetstream sam #samuel rodrigues #Doktor mgr #sundowner mgr #crack fic #shitpost #These men canonicaly have no dicks #they both need therapy #cursed #sunsoon

[storiesofsvu]

it's thursday bitches

spoilers under the cut

Okay, I was organizing fic and writing shit for the first two hours so I couldn’t live react BUT:

That ep of Mothership was phenomenal. Good job team.

Barely paid attention to Toronto, I can’t get on board yet.

Now it’s SVU time.

“happy hunting” ewww… puke in my mouth, that’s disgusting.

Girl WHAT THE FUCK. I don’t care if you JUST met someone at a hostel that night, you don’t fucking leave them alone in a bar when they’re visibly really drunk and with two guys all over her, come on.

Okay, I’m starting a Velasco line tally: 1

OOOO a full scene! Look at our boy go!

Okay yeah he is finally getting some screen time

These boy may not be the actual perps in this situation, but there is no doubting they’re pieces of shit.

This is gonna be one of those cases with the last minute twist that the other girl is the actual perp, right? That’s why there’s no dna?

I don’t like this squad. I understand rollins not coming back/kelli not wanting to come back (hello, she just had a baby, and would you want to go back to a workplace you were fired from full time?) but I will forever be salty about them getting rid of muncy and churlish, they FIT with the squad, they worked through their issues and worked well together. It was refreshing to have the younger generation coming in and being mentored by liv, fin and Bruno. I like the fbi girl, she’s a great actress, but the vibe isn’t the same.

Ohhhh I forgot about the other guy from the beginning lol

Okay but I DO love three powerful older women interrogating pathetic young twenty something boys

LOOOL and this dynamic of good cop bad cop between Bruno and joe?! LOVE IT.

Bruno is fucking killing me rn, this is hilarious. Prime television.

The fact that there is still another hour of television after this? I’m TIRED. And like..grey’s starts soon too so that’s gonna fuck me up.

This episode has fully sold me on wanting Bruno to destroy me. Sir. Pls.

Something that fell into your lap?! Liv…baby… you wanted to take in every abandoned kid at svu over the past 25 years. You were the mom calvin deserved, you wanted to adopt, you have ALWAYS wanted kids/to be a mother, its been part of her character arc literally the entire time the show was on air. Yes, technically noah kinda fell into her lap, but the way it was addressed here did not seem right lol.

Okay, that episode was actually super good compared to the last few weeks!

Don’t trust this captain at ALL. but like, I don’t think we’re supposed to LOL.

“I don’t know… im not his mother.. thank GOD” lol… we love Jet.

I miss bell…is she gonna pop up at some point? We need her sass/banter

The fact that she went out to do this super nice thing by replacing the flowers for jet cause she let her stay with her and THAT’S when she was attacked. Fuck this. Ugh.

The fact that they’re going through so much effort to block the face/voice of this killer means that we know who they are already, right?

BUT also… if the captain hadn’t called jet specifically to get Elliot to his fucking iab appointment she would have been home and able to protect the girl… so like… im still super sus of her

All of these crusty old white men all look alike and I cannot tell the difference between them. Is it the cap’s dad? Brother? Husband? Random poker night connection?

DIVORCE???!!!! I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.

…okay but now they could be together somewhere down the road? Like.. they really did bomb us with that ship so I haven’t had time to decide if I like it or not but we’ll see how things go.

Okay so the brother AND the dad are both in on it? Maybe the cap isn’t actually sus and will be blindsided?

Meh, that ep wasn’t that good tonight tbh but two outta our aint bad!

#law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #law and order toronto #law and order spoilers #spoilers

[bitterspoons]

Metal bones and Magnets

Tinker-Belle Series Masterlist

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem! OC (eventually)

Summary: In which we meet our OC Belle and Pietro is both an enemy and a hero.

Word Count: 1.6k

this is the first part /// next part

“Hello lovely people!” Belle waved to her recording iphone as she buckled her heels on. “Ladies in Gentlemen and everybody in between— I am currently on the Quinjet because you guessed it, we found another HYDRA base!”

She grabbed her camera and posed with her best friend, Tony. “Tony! How do you feel about my new fighting shoes?”

Tony looked down at Belle’s new platform heels with little pom-poms. “Very gimmick-y Belle. Be careful— you’re gonna be more iconic than Spangles over there.”

“I’m always more iconic than Capsicle.” Belle rolled her eyes, flipping her hair. “I’m obviously the better blonde.”

“No, no— That’s where you’re wrong, Lady Belle.” Belle pointed the camera at Thor. “I am clearly the superior blonde.”

“Okay folks— we’re approaching the base. Tink— start stretching.” Bruce warned as they could feel the jet start lowering.

Belle stretched her wings out and let them pop through the golden armor that Tony had built. Her fairy wings fluttered around— letting her float into the air to avoid turbulence.

“You forgot your intro again!” Clint reminded the girl who was doing flips in the air to get warmed up.

“Right! Hello! If you don’t already know me— My name is Belle but you probably know me as Tinkerbelle. I’m the result of illegal human experimentation and Tony Stark found me a few months ago.” She looked at the camera and smiled— doing her rehearsed introduction. “He gave me new and improved metal bones and healed my broken wings.”

“I helped out at the Attack on New York— using my acrobatic skills, swordplay and flying to defeat the Chitauri. Ever since, I’ve been an Avenger and have been keeping a video diary. We’re about to land so I’ll see you when we’re on the ground!”

Clicking off her camera— she made sure her green mini dress wasn’t wrinkled and fluttered her way near the exit. “I’ll scope out the area with Stark!”

Iron man and Tinkerbelle flew out of the Quinjet— and began to make their way closer and closer to the building. Belle touched her intercom. “The place is surrounded— we’re going to regroup and attack in numbers. We haven’t been seen yet.”

- - - - - - - - - - -

With that— The Avengers drove in. Each on fighting HYDRA agents and making their way to victory.

Belle and Stark began quickly bolting towards the main building.

“SHIT!” Stark exclaimed— bumping into an invisible force field.

“Language!”

“Jarvis? What’s the view from upstairs?” Belle asked, banging her fist across the force field before getting shot at.

“The building seems to be surrounded by a type of energy shield…It’s more advanced than any other HYDRA base we’ve taken.”

“Loki’s sceptre must be here.” Thor informed. “There’s no way Stricker could power this defense without it. At long last…”

Belle floated down to the ground where she began to fight all the soldiers on outside of the base.

“Long last is lasting pretty long boys…” Natasha commented.

Belle shot up to the sky— wings flapping quickly as she sped towards the forrest. “Clint— there’s a weak spot on the bunker that’s shooting at you. Just shoot forwards.”

“Thanks.” Clint said after hearing an explosion. “I think we’ve lost the element of surprise.”

Belle let out a shriek as a blast went whizzing last her head. “The absolute nerve!” Belle hurled a grenade at the bunker that tried it.

“I’m sorry— nobody else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said language?”

“I know,” Steve hurled his shield, knocking a few people to the ground. “Just slipped out.”

“Stark, have you gotten the force field taken care of yet?”

“Closing in, JARVIS— am I closing in?”

Something caught Belle’s eyes as she flew closer to the base. “Guys— I just saw something dart out of the base. I’d watch out.”

Clint who just got knocked to the floor— wished he got a warning earlier.

“We’ve got an enhanced on the field. Belle— your move.” Steve announced.

“On it.” Belle zipped to the forrest.

“Clint’s been hit! Somebody want to deal with that bunker?" A loud crash. "Thank you!”

Belle flew around the forrest as fast as she could— scanning the area around her from the skies until she saw something blue flash below her.

Flittering— her wings jolted her to the ground in an instant. Her eyes darted between the trees until she felt a breeze behind her.

She grabbed their hand and backed them into a tree, grabbing their shirt by the collar before finally looking at them. She took her sword and swiped it across his cheek.

“Nice catch” He winked before throwing her to the ground.

Winded, Belle groaned before touching her intercom. “I’ve met the enhanced. He’s speedy, cute and has frosted tips?”

“What the the 80’s?” Stark commented— letting them know the force field was down.

“Clint’s hit pretty bad guys— I think we’re gonna need Evac.” Natasha reported.

“I can get Barton. You guys find the sceptre.” Thor instructed before flying off.

“And for gosh sake— watch your language!” Belle mocked— flying up again and breezing through the front doors of the building.

Tony had found a secret room in the building— Belle was clearing out the building; her silent wings were very useful for sneaking around and disarming people.

Sneaking into rooms— she would silently disarm and knock people out until soon everyone is the room was harmless.

“We’re locked in out here.” Natasha reported.

“Get to Banner.” Steve suggested. “Time for a lullaby.”

Belle walked through one of the doors— completely disregarding the warning sign on the door.

And in her defense, there were warning signs everywhere.

Now in a place like this— boobytraps are expected. But after walking through the place for a while and not seeing anything, Belle was breezing through the places.

And in her defense— this wasn’t a boobytrap.

Instead— Belle walked into a room and she felt her intercom being tugged off her.

Belle turned around to see where it went when she saw a giant disposal.

A magnet was held above a conveyor belt as it picked up metals from the trash. Belle saw her intercom stuck to the giant magnet.

And in her defense— Belle is an idiot.

Walking over to the disposal, Belle suddenly felt a pull towards the disposal— so like the idiot she is, she went closer.

Watching the metals from soda cans being pulled up into the magnet and slowly turning flat and into melted metal— it was mesmerising.

It wasn’t until she was walking along on the conveyer belt when she realised she was in trouble.

Her elbow smacked into the magnet.

Soon enough it was her whole arm.

And soon she remembered that her metal bones stick to magnets.

Now very panicked— she began to tug at her arm, silently begging for the magnet to be weaker than it was proving to be.

Seeing her intercom on the other side— she made an attempt to reach for it but when her other elbow got stuck to the magnet— slamming her back onto the magnet too she stopped trying.

She could see the emergency power off but for some reason it was across the room and there was no chance of her reaching it.

Belle tried thinking of all the ways to get out of this less than ideal situation when she folded her wings.

“Schieße!” A german curse flew out of Belle’s mouth as a searing white hot pain rang throughout her body.

She watched as her intercom melted and began freaking out.

So like any other prepared avenger— she began to shout for help.

After a long while with no reply and her voice very worn out and tired— she hung from the magnet, very disappointed that this is how she died.

She had barely accomplished anything— she hadn’t taken down hydra like she wanted to or published her video diary as a documentary. She hadn’t even fallen in love yet or met Clint’s family like he promised.

When finally— something flashed in her teary vision.

Something alive and blue.

She heard machines turn off and she could feel her body falling from the stupid burning hot ceiling magnet when something caught her.

Belle curled into a small ball as her saviour carefully hugged her. “Thank you…” she whispered, opening her watery eyes and admiring his face.

“No problem.” He said back, wrapping her in a blanket and picking her up.

“I’m sorry… I cut your pretty face…” Belle traced the spot where a red cut lie on his cheek.

Before she knew it— Belle was in front of an empty Iron Man suit and now alone.

Belle carefully got up— tears streaming as her back and arms ached in pain as she climbed into the suit.

“JARVIS—turn on intercom.”

“Intercom— on. Several burns detected. ”

“Guys? I lost my intercom and i’m badly injured. Bruce can fix burns right?”

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Oh— they’re flatlining! Call it!” Tony walked it holding two smoothies.

Clint and Belle laid down next to each other. Belle was on her stomach as her burns were being healed by creating new skin tissue.

“No, no, no. I’m gonna live forever!” Clint smiled. “I’ll be made of plastic.”

“You’ll be made of you, Barton.”

Belle looked up from her iphone. “You interrupted my duolingo. And one of those smoothies better be mine.” She pointed at Tony’s drinks.

“Right, because we need you learning 50 new languages. Remind me which ones you speak?” Tony gave her a smoothie.

“English, German, French, Mandarin, Cantonese, Spanish and if you let me continue my duolingo— Sokovian.” Belle took a sip of her drink. “Strawberry Banana? You know me so well.”

Natasha shot her a look after Belle said Sokovian, eyebrows raised. Belle blew a raspberry at her.

“Helen, I expect to see you at the party this afternoon?”

Helen gave a polite smile. “Unlike you— I don’t have time for parties.” She coughed and asked not-so-discreetly

“Will… Thor be there?”

end of part 1

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[green-blue-heller]

“What the hell is this?” Jared raised his eyebrow as he looked between the nondescript white bottle in his hand, that proclaimed Property of M.C. in red sharpie on the bottom and his two guilty looking friends and co-stars, who were shifting nervously where they stood.

Which was suddenly very far apart from each other.

“Hmm?” Misha asked in his best innocent yet mildly curious tone.

“What is this?” Jared asked again with a nervous laugh.

Because when it came to Misha, you never knew what you were going to get.

Misha huffed a sigh and rolled his eyes.

“It’s lube. Okay? You happy?” Misha threw his arms in the air and let out a huff.

Jared made a face and squinted in disgust at the bottle.

“I- Why?” Jared looked back and forth between them, trying to figure out what was going on. He let out a nervous laugh.

“I get it. Were you trying to pull a prank on Jensen?” He grinned, but it was forced, like he didn’t buy it himself but couldn’t think of any other explanation.

Misha stared at Jared, just squinting and gave a patent Castiel-like head tilt.

“Ummmm… yes?” But it sounded more like a question than a an answer, even to Misha.

Jensen gave a shrug and tried to act disinterested. But the wide panicked eyes gave him away.

Whenever Jensen was lying about something, his eyes would get shifty and he couldn’t maintain eye contact.

Figuring Misha’s tell was a little harder, though everything about the situation that had been unraveling for the last minute, just screamed LIAR in big neon letters that pointed down toward the two of his friends.

Jared just stood and silently grinned as the discomfort in the other two men steadily grew.

Until it was too much for Jensen to take.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Jensen muttered. “Just give me the damn bottle.”

Now, the thing about really piquing the interest of a giant, is that Jared suddenly felt the need to play keep away. It was one of the advantages of being several inches taller than his friends.

He thought there was nothing more amusing than watching Jensen try and reach up and grab the bottle from his hands.

That was, until he caught Misha out of the corner of his eye.

The other man was just standing against the table in the trailer, arms folded and shifting nervously back and forth.

They were both terrible liars.

But he didn’t understand what or why they were lying.

“Come on, guys, what gives? And why do you want Misha’s bottle of lube so bad?” Jared teased.

Jensen’s cheeks started to turn crimson and his eyes went wide.

Jared watched, his own eyes widening in horror as he looked back and forth between the two men in front of him.

He glanced at Misha.

“You didn’t- It wasn’t…” He dropped the bottle in his hand as though it was suddenly burning him. “There was no prank.” Jared hated how it almost sounded like an accusation.

Misha glanced at Jensen, eyes flashing a hundred emotions in an instant.

Jensen just sighed, and Misha shook his head as he looked back at the floor, as though it were the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.

“Shit. You… you just… forgot it. Here, I mean…” Jared stumbled over his words, wondering how he had been so stupid to miss what was going on between his two best friends.

“How long has this been going on? Is it serious?”

Jensen walked past his friends and into the kitchen, and grabbed three beers out of his fridge.

He popped the cap off one and took a long swig.

“About ten months. And yeah, it’s pretty serious.”

He popped the other two caps and passed them to Jared and Misha before he settled on the couch and gestured for Jared to take one of the chairs.

As Jared took his seat, he watched as Misha slowly sat on the couch next to Jensen. Still with more space between them than Jared ever remembered seeing.

He almost felt like laughing at the absurdity.

“Please tell me that Danneel knows about this.” The hard look Jared shot Jensen left no room for argument.

Jensen’s head shot up, eyes wide.

“Jesus, fuck man. Of course she does.” Jensen let out a chuckle. “Hell, she knew about it before I did.”

Misha glanced over with a soft smile on his face as he stared at Jensen for a moment.

Jared realized he hadn’t been the only oblivious one.

“Well, as long as you don’t hurt Dani and you,” he said with a pause to point at Misha and give him a stern look, “don’t hurt Jensen, then I’m happy for you.”

Misha gave Jared a big goofy grin and Jensen let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding.

“Thanks man,” Jensen said, a little choked up, and took another sip of his beer to try and hide the smile that suddenly wouldn’t leave his face.

Jared shook his head and raised his bottle to take another sip, when he suddenly let out a groan.

“Shit. That means that all the looks and unresolved sexual tension between the two of you, wasn’t actually unresolved sexual tension.”

Misha snorted and Jensen erupted into a full belly laugh.

“Fuck my life,” Jared muttered as he finished off his beer in one long gulp.

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