#listened to going the distance by cake and ended up here.

[yarboyandy]

Instead of running off to play music and summon demons, Giles and Ethan enter the world of kart racing as a duo. After accidentally causing the death of a fellow racer, Giles walks away from going pro while Ethan becomes a famous NASCAR driver.

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #buffyverse #rupert giles #ethan rayne #gethan #andy drawz #old man yaoi #listened to going the distance by cake and ended up here. #i know nothing about race cars. oops #is it like wrestling? are there bad guys? #ok ill post this in the raw now and rb it tomorrow. gn

[namis-gf]

Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.

Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^

anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!

summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?

word count: 969 words / 0.9k

cw: none? i think?

whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.

and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.

you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.

at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"

with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."

"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"

"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.

nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."

"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.

"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.

"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"

he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.

"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."

"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"

"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."

"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."

"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"

his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."

"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."

he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."

"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"

he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."

all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.

"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."

"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"

"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"

"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"

"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"

FIN (FOR NOW)

#one piece #one piece x reader #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #gn!reader #requests open

[vxnillsstuff]

Hi! May I please request Fionna dating headcanons with a fem or gender neutral reader?

Dating Fionna Headcanons - Fionna (Fionna and Cake) x GN!Reader

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BACKSTORY (IN ORDER)

(This is like… in a universe where everything isn’t shitty? Like… how her universe was supposed to be.)

Fionna probably met you while on an adventure.

Her and Cake were fighting this big monster and we’re almost about to be defeated when you dropped in and saved them.

She thanked you and offered you to tag along with her and Cake. You happily accepted her offer.

You guys get along really well and throughout the months of adventuring around Ooo, you, Cake, and Fionna were like best friends.

One day, you guys were camping out in the woods since it was late and you guys didn’t want to travel back to the Treehouse.

You were sitting out by the fire that Fionna put together.

You could hear Fionna and Cake talking in the distance but you couldn’t decipher what they were saying.

Then, Fionna came over and sat next to you, warming her hands up on the fire.

She seemed… different. Almost anxious.

You turned towards her and raised an eyebrow.

She turned towards you as well and her face seemed… pink? Almost as if she was blushing… ^_−☆

You asked her what’s wrong and she immediately blurted out how she thinks she has a crush on you.

You pause, a surprise look on your face. You explained that you liked her as well and she seemed surprised.

You two talked about where you were in your relationship and what you guys were going to do now.

You two decided that you guys should just live with these feelings for a bit and see how things go.

About a month later, she asked you out!

She got you a bunch of flowers and made them into a bouquet with some twine. She gave them to you when she asked you.

WHAT ITS LIKE DATING HER (NO SPECIFIC ORDER UNLESS SPECIFIED)

She’s definitely cuddly and very clingy. She’s constantly holding onto you whether it’s the side of your sleeve or your hand.

She was very nervous to say “I love you” because she didn’t want to say it too early and mess anything up.

She was just very nervous in general but as you started to flirt more she loosened up.

She never had a whole lot of energy to clean so anytime you would come over, clean up and talk to her about how living junk isn’t super healthy. You didn’t mind in the end because you liked to help.

When it comes to fighting, you guys would just get into heated discussions but never like actual fights. It’s always over something silly and you guys always forgive each other after.

She is definitely a hoodie / clothing stealer. For example: “where’s my shirt?” you say. “It’s probably at my house somewhere.” Fionna responded, giggling.

You guys defiantly have a favorite thing. For example, you guys have a favorite song that you always listen to when together or a favorite snack you guys always get when hanging out. She’ll always be like, “(insert name here), ITS OUR THING!”

It’s definitely the little things when it comes to the relationship. Like, maybe you’ll set out her outfit or do her laundry. Maybe she’ll make you some breakfast, even if it doesn’t taste the best.

Double dates with Gary and Marshall are the funniest things EVER. Chaotic energy the whole time. (That’s a good fanfic idea… lmk if y’all wanna see that.)

She loves to make little doodles on paper and leave them on your fridge or at your desk. As well as little notes about how much she appreciates you and loves you.

Cake was definitely predicting your relationship. She’d always be like “maybe (insert name here) can help open that jar…” and yada yada.

When you stay the night at her house and the other way around, she always cuddles you and whispers little compliments in your ear. For example: “you’re so amazing…”, “I can’t believe your mine…”, and yada yada.

Dates are always something very simple other than going out with Marshall and Gary. For example, staying in watching movies, going out for drinks, etc. She isn’t too big on fancy stuff.

She’s very big on kisses. She likes kissing you basically everywhere but especially your neck.

STUBBORN. She is hella stubborn and will make a big deal out of everything single thing.

Note: I DID IT! Feel free to request more. 💙🌀

#adventure time #fiona and cake #fionna and cake #marshall lee #fanfics #fionna and marshall lee #fionna the human #Fionna x reader #fluff #cuties #help lol #simon petrikov #könig cod #winter king #smut

[jamminlocks]

Birthday Night {Akaashi x Reader}

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Tags: F/M, post time-skip, established relationship, birthday fic, soft Akaashi, afab reader, soft reader, Fluff, tooth aching fluff, Domestic Fluff, kissing, sfw, no smut, slightly suggestive in the end Word count: 1,135 Summary: though it's his birthday, a wonderful and acceptable reason to drink with friends, Akaashi made the active choice to just go home to simply get some rest and spend the night with you. A/N: a little something with the birthday boy :) [ao3]

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Exiting the station greets Keiji with early December weather. He makes his way to his apartment alone on his birthday. It's nothing to be sad about. His co-workers invited him to head out drinking, the drinks being on them. Bokuto invited hangout as well though there was no date for it. But, given that it's so early in the week and he still has Udai-sensei's chapter for the following weeks to be concerned about, with a lot of convincing, His gift of free drinks will be given on Saturday instead. While Bokuto's offer, on the other hand, had to be postponed for some time in the near future to at least before the year ends.

He left work and went his way home early, a rare occasion. Much like anyone else exhausted mentally and physically, Keiji tries to hurry home. Hurrying home not only to finally relax, but he has actual plans for tonight.

From the opposite direction of the street, he sees someone in a white coat and scarf, carrying a box by the ribbon on one hand and two big bags on the other. Their walk is familiar to him. The closer they got it he recognizes who it was and it warmed his cheeks.

Its you.

The moment you see him, you smile and the stiffness on your face is gone in an instant. Keiji gets to the edge of the street first and watches you speedily, yet carefully walk to him.

"Good Evening," you said with the energy of a sunny morning.

"Good Evening," he returned. Although not matching your energy, your gladness is contagious to him. "Aren't you early from what you said?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise that I was early," you said, the smile not leaving your face. It seems to radiate even more with the different make up you have today, You show off the box. "See, I bought cake! Happy birthday!"

He smiles softly. "and the other bags?"

"your gift and food. I'll cook us dinner. I've got dishes in mind." You nodded to the street In front of you, a sign to start heading to his apartment. Before he started walking, Keiji took one bag from your hand.

"here, let me. Give me the other one too."

"you'll open the door, though."

"fare enough. Then hand me the heavier bag." And so you did.

Walking together on the way to his apartment, you both talk about how the day was. Keiji speaking of work and his co-workers, comparing Kuroo's enthusiastic birthday greeting from Kenma's normal one, and Bokuto's invite to hangout yet not having a scheduled date for it. The weight of exhaustion leaves him as he listens to your day, how exciting it was to choose the cake, how lucky you were to finally get the scarf you wanted. The distance between you two never grows wider, even while walking up the stairs in the case of his apartment.

Keiji digs through the pocket of his pants for his keys. "Why don't you go in first and set everything down?" He said.

You hum in agreement. After a click in the knob, Keiji swings the door and keeps it open for you then enters himself. Once inside, the tension in his head and back he didn't know he had disappeared. The comfort of his space is a relief. All he hears of you as he strips his scarf, coat and shoes are your foot steps and the crackling of the bag being opened. Keiji takes in the atmosphere you give his home, hoping that it will be the beginning of a peaceful evening with you.

He fixes his coat onto the wrack, or he tries. The change of temperature in the air left his glasses misty. As he tries to find his cloth for his lenses in one of his coat pockets. The weight of a body presses on to his back and a pair of arms wraps around his torso.

"Keiji~" you said in that low and playful tone you do when wanting his attention. You were patient with him, keeping your grim on him loose as he fixed his glasses.

One he was done and Keiji placed them back on his face, he turned and you adjusted with him, placing yourselves chest to chest with each other. Your coat and scarf were already gone.

"yes?" He asked. It's rhetorical, really. In that he knows you aren't really asking for anything that can't be answered with his affection. wrapping he own arms around, he brings you in tighter. A kiss to your forehead was his 'thank you' for the hug. But before he could pull away, you lean in to peck on his cheeks. It's gentle and teasing, making Keiji hum, a bit tickled.

Then, you kiss him on his lips, light and fleeting. He thought you were done but one kiss led to another. From the way your arms are firmly on him, it was clear you had no intentions on letting him go just yet. Basically trapping him. So he mirrors your affection, kissing you back with the same gentleness, maybe a little more, but nothing too much.

The sensation of your lipstick is slightly sticky, but it doesn't take away from the warmth and softness of your lips with each little kiss. Slowly, his hand reaches to trace up your back. You, in turn, finally let go of him from your embrace, only to slither your hand up and cup his face.

Its warm, intoxicating. His cheeks being caressed by your finger as kiss and nip on and on the side of his lips. relaxing to his tired nerves. So relaxing in fact that he didn't even realize he was falling a little bit backwards until his back is against the door. Nice as this is, if this keeps up, he knows the rest of the night won't go as he and you planned. The food will be neglected as well.

He takes over a little, nipping and sucking on your bottom lip before firmly placing his hands on your hips and politely pushing you off him. With the way you look at him with a half-lidded gaze, it was clear you don't want it to be over, neither did he.

"don't get too carried away. We just got here," he reminds you.

"I know," you said. Despite saying this, you lean on him again, wrapping his waist once more and kissing his cheek, moving slowly down his neck. It heats Keiji up all over. "I missed you. Happy birthday, Keiji," you said, not entirely sultry, your earnestness showing more. He'd almost laugh, given he last saw you a few days ago. Still he understands your sentiment. It's hard for him to ask you stop, especially when your kisses feel so nice. But, really, the two of you won't leave each other's touch all night if this keeps going.

Keiji takes your arms and pushes them away. You are quick to understand that he is serious, so you pull back. He cups your cheek for you to face him. Seeing that your lipstick smudged to the side, he tries to wipe it with his thumb. The attempt makes you smile.

He smiles too. "Thank you, really," he said kissing you one last time before he is done for now. "We should get dinner ready."

"okay," you head off first, returning to the kitchen.

"I'll help you," he calls

"okay, I'll season the meat first!"

Keiji walks in front of the mirror close to the main door, about to fix his shirt to some capacity, though he doesn't think you did too much to wrinkle it more. What he first sees is his lipstick stains you left, from his neck, cheeks, and especially his lips, practically tinted its shade. He wipes the ones on his neck and it comes off quite easily, to his surprise and disappointment. His laugh is mixed in with a blissful sigh. He considers if he'll leave marks of his own on you later.

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a/n: it's bad enough that I don't post fics anymore. But here is something for you all since it's akaashi's bday. I won't be able to complete a whole fic again in a while because I have a thesis to write!! Please pray for me and my thesis everyone!! It will help in the quality of my fics, I promise

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfiction #hq x reader #haikyuu x y/n #hq x y/n #akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #akaashi fluff #fluff #hq fluff #sfw #akaashi keiji #hq fanfic #haikyuu fanfic

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Just want to say, I really love your yandere family! They all seem so sweet lajdkal

Ah! Thank you! I'm so glad!

I've been meaning to make more content for them

So here's a little something

🖤🖤🖤

How Sweet They Are | Yandere Family

Remalda

To Everyone else: Is as sweet as she needs to be. How can she be anything other than that when she’s going for mayor? But what’s underneath the sweet smiles and friendly disposition is a spiteful woman with a violent string of thoughts.

“Miss Remalda! If you weren’t married I’d propose to you!”

“Awww that’s so sweet! But I’m very happy in my marriage!”

‘If you had found me 14 years earlier I would have skinned you for even thinking you could replace my love with yourself. Disgusting Pig!’

To You: She’s sweeter than sugar. Anything you ask for you can have even if it comes with detriment to someone else. She just can’t resist it when you look up at her with those adorable (e/c) eyes. It's just too much! Too perfect! That’s her beloved baby alright!

“Awww you reached so nicely for it, you can have all the cake you want!”

“Mom! They can’t even digest solid food!”

“But they asked so adorably how can i refuse?*Mwah*”

Spencer 

To Everyone else: He’s as cordial as he needs to be. He’s been keeping people at a distance for quite a long time so this is nothing new. He doesn’t often waste any time thinking about those he meets or what he can do for them because he’s too busy thinking about his own family. 

“Thank you for your patronage.”

“You’re really pretty for a man in your work!”

“Hmmm.”

‘Did I leave the dishwasher running? If I did (Y/n)’s sippy cup should be in there. That’ll be good. Oh, and Yulia has a skating competition this week…’

He’s so disconnected sometimes he forgets the...consequences that spring from his own actions or lack thereof.

“So darling who was that tramp?”

“What tramp?”

To You: He tries to be as sweet as any parent should be. Your chubby body, your gleeful squeals, and your tiny grip on him–are always reminders to him about how much he cherishes you. He’s aware that Remalda is inclined to spoil you and he doubts that will ever change so he has to take initiative and be the adult. But he didn’t have to worry about it now, not when you were so young and it was normal anyway to act on your whims. You have no other way to communicate so it's okay!

“Baby, be careful waving that toy in the air! You might hit a bird!”

You’ll babble and ultimately end up flinging the toy in the air wacking a bird off its perch.

“Oh s-dear! Okay okay, you can have it back just don’t do that again. Okay?”

Michael 

To Everyone Else: Only if you pay for it. He’s a businessman after all and he doesn’t get the results he does by being “sweet.” He’ll make his peers pay a fee if they want to see his pearly whites and even then it's never the real thing. It’s safe to say he takes after his Mother and Father when it comes to being sweet…it covers his real thoughts that are either completely unrelated or especially violent.

“Geez Michael you could’ve at least acted like you care! I’m paying for the experience, right?”

“You right, I don’t care. But if you want the experience with a friendly disposition you’ll have to pay the fee.” 

“What!? Seriously this is a lot more than I imagined…”

‘Of course I do I need to have enough to support my baby and little sister…I wonder if I would get more if I just stabbed him.’

To You: He’s sweet t in the way that he always holds you with care and reprimands your wrong-doings. While he’s not too different from his father he still feels like it's his duty to ‘properly raise you’. He thinks-no he knows you're the precious baby that needs his loving hand to guide you in this messed up family. And since you're his sweet baby he will be the sweetest to you and Yulia.

“Alright (Y/n)...give me your hand.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n), listen to big brother. Give me your hand.”

He’s trying his hardest to be sweet with you, it's not typically in his nature to choose kindness over violence but he tries. He loves you after all so he’s willing to try anything to see your gummy smile and hear the bells of your laughter.

“Good job, (Y/n). Next, you’ll have to learn to give me one of your toys.”

Yulia

To Everyone Else: Of course, she is sweet to everyone! Why not be? Everyone’s usually so nice to her–always complimenting her ice skating and how good of a big sister she is. Sometimes when she talks to those who know her brother they seemed surprised she is so nice. 

“Huh, Michael? Oh well, he’s quite curt but I wouldn’t say he’s mean.”

So where her beloved brother slips up she carries the weight, hoping to dissuade others from building too much aggression towards him. Because she knows him and he’s the kindest big brother; yes, he may mysteriously be ridding her of any and all problems she speaks about.

“Threatened you? He’s just…doing his own thing. Yeah, sorry about that…”

To You: Yes! Why wouldn’t she?! Her darling baby sibling is just so cute and when Michael’s busy and the parents are fighting+ you always seem to reach out for her. Always seem to remember her. So she gives you kisses and risks her mother’s wrath to sneak into your nursery for a sleepover.

“Come on (Y/n), how about we stay up and I tell you all about everything1”

#yandere family #yandere family headcannons #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes #yandere harem #yandere platonic #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere oc family #yandere ocs #Remalda oc #spencer oc #Michael oc

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Sun and Moon show incorrect quotes 3.

1.Ruin: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

2.Lunar: When I was your age- Bloodmoon, mocking Lunar: When I was your height. Lunar: Lunar: Listen here you little shit-

3.Bloodmoon, to Moon: How do you tell someone politely you want to hit them with a brick?

4.Bloodmoon rushes by with an armful of water bottles Sun: What's going on? Moon: Bloodmoon wouldn't drink water. Sun: …And? Moon: And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle. Bloodmoon, loudly: 16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!

5.Moon, texting: Ruin, will you please go to sleep? Ruin, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up? Eclipse, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP! Moon, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon? Ruin, texting: I’m trying Eclipse, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH Moon, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

6.Eclipse: According to the footage here, you shook the vending machine and when the shake alarm went off, you punched the glass and broke it. Bloodmoon: …I was hungry.

7.Sun, texting Moon: Moon! Help I'm being kidnapped! Moon: Where are you? Sun: I'm with some strange person. In a car. Help. Moon: I'll call Earth. Earth, answering their cell: Y'ello? Moon: Where's Sun? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Earth: Sun? Whaddya mean, he's right next to me- Earth: Earth: I'll call you back. Hangs up Earth: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN'T THAT BAD! Sun: WHO ARE YOU!?

9.Eclipse: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Lunar: Even better! Eclipse: What the fuck did you- Lunar: holding up a chicken Her name is Fluffy.

10.Bloodmoon: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Eclipse, used to Bloodmoon being dumb: Sure… Bloodmoon: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Eclipse: Okay? Bloodmoon: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Eclipse: Bloodmoon: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Eclipse: Jesus, that one is a little- Ruin, interested: No, no, Bloodmoon, keep going.

11.Bloodmoon, grinning: I have a knife! Earth: Put it down, Bloodmoon. Bloodmoon: Make me! sprints away

12.Monty: Oh, to be a bored heir to the throne who keeps rejecting marriage proposals due to being secretly in love with the cute gardener. Earth: Oh, to be a cute gardener who secretly places roses in the heir’s room because she is in love with him. Bloodmoon: Oh, to be the palace guard who discreetly helps to boost the cute gardener up the wall for her secret deliveries in the middle of the night. Lunar: Oh, to be the heir’s best friend witnessing the two fools dance around each other while knowing damn well that the two like each other. Chica: Oh, to be the noble suitor from another royal family who comes to know of their love instantly and plans an entire plan to get them their happy ending. Ruin: Oh, to be a medieval peasant who knows nothing about the heir’s personal life and who dies of dysentery at age 23.

13.Earth: Regular soda is too sweet!

Bloodmoon: Diet soda has a weird after taste!

Earth: No! Ugh, oh my god. Diet soda is THE BEST! It doesn’t have sugar! It’s SPICY!

Bloodmoon: It has other weird stuff in it! I’ll take REGULAR sugar in my REGULAR soda!

Earth: It’s SO SWEET like it’s a dessert though! Diet feels more like a drink!

Bloodmoon: I’m going to physically attack you.

Earth: Which is better, Ruin?

Ruin: Oh, I usually drink water!

Bloodmoon: Wha- NO!

Earth: DISGUSTING!

14.Sun, hungover: Please tell me I'm imagining that I claimed I was king of the ducks. Moon: I would, but then I would be lying to the King of All Ducks.

15.Eclipse: How would you guys deal with a toxic friend? Earth: Tell them how you really feel. Sun: Slowly distance yourself from them. Bloodmoon: Engage in a 1v1 sword battle and if they lose they have to stop being toxic or pay the price. Eclipse, being handed a sword: …well heck.

16.Moon: Can I offer you a nice stick in this trying time?

17.Bloodmoon and Ruin texting Bloodmoon: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely. Ruin: Isn't Eclipse there? Bloodmoon: Yes but I like you more.

18.Eclipse: They… well, I wouldn't call it inheritance per se. What do you call it when you kill someone and get their stuff? Lunar: Um, murder??? Ruin: Adventuring! Bloodmoon: Tuesday.

19.Eclipse: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell. Lunar, Sun, Earth, and Bloodmoon: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

20.Sun: Christmas lights? Moon: Check. Lunar: Thermos of hot cocoa? Moon: Check. Earth: Santa suits? Moon: Check. Eclipse: Shovel? Moon: Check. Bloodmoon: Alibi and bail money? Moon: Check- wait, WHAT?!

#Fnaf #glamrock chica #montgomery gator #sundrop #moondrop #sun and moon show #sams lunar #sams eclipse #sams earth #sams bloodmoon #sams ruin #incorrect quotes

[wheels-of-despair]

Always Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Series Masterlist

I Ralph You Summary: Ralph learns a hip new word he's not too fond of. His lovely wife must act fast and help him un-learn it. Words: 800ish

It was a peaceful night.

There was a slight nip in the air on your evening walk, which made the hot tea and cakes waiting for you upon your return even better. You and Ralph enjoyed your refreshments, then decided that a warm bath would be the perfect end to a perfect autumn day.

After your bath - together, of course, to save both time and water - you'd dried off and put on clean pajamas. The pair of you raced to the library, eager to read another chapter in a novel you'd purchased the week before. It was tempting to keep going each night, but you forced yourselves to take it slow and discuss each chapter together.

You're not sure which one of you enjoyed this more.

Ralph had fascinating insights on absolutely everything, and even after almost a year together, he still couldn't get over the fact that someone wanted to hear them. You could listen to him read a telephone directory, to be honest, but that would be a tragic waste of his creative mind. Your husband was brilliant, and one day, you hoped he'd grow confident enough to acknowledge it.

Which brings us back to that perfect autumn evening; it was peaceful and cozy and full of warm snuggles with the person you loved most in your lovely London home.

Until the telephone rang.

Ralph marked his place in the book he'd been reading aloud - you alternated chapters each night - and handed it to you. He sighed, removed the blanket you'd been sharing from his lap, and reluctantly trudged toward the telephone.

"Hello?"

"RALPH? CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Ralph scrunched up his nose and held the earpiece at a distance. "IT'S VICTORIA! I'M AT A PARTY IN MANCHESTER!"

You could hear every word from your place by the fire, and the party going on in the background as well. You folded your arms on the back of the sofa and rested your chin on them, looking to your husband in amusement.

"Yes, Victoria, I can hear you," he said into the mouthpiece.

"I'VE JUST HEARD THE MOST FABULOUS NEW WORD, AND I HAD TO TELL YOU IMMEDIATELY!"

"What is it, Victoria?" he sighs, giving you a tired look.

"MINNIE SAID HER BOY TOY RALPHED IN THE SHRUBS BECAUSE HE'D HAD TOO MUCH GIGGLE WATER! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS?"

Ralph furrowed his brow and stared at the telephone in concentration. "She said what?"

"HE RALPHED! IT'S A JAZZY NEW TERM FOR UPCHUCKING! SPEWING! VOMITING! ISN'T THAT HILARIOUS? RALPHING!"

Victoria's shrill laugh filled the room, sending a chill up your spine and ruining the warm and cozy atmosphere. Ralph's face fell.

"Yes, Victoria," he droned.

"DON'T SOUND SO GRUMMY, RALPH!" The people in the background began to cheer, and you could almost see Victoria losing interest in her telephone call. "MUST DASH, IT'S TIME TO GET ZOZZLED! TA-TA!"

The line goes silent, and Ralph hangs up. He turns to you with a look of defeat, and slowly returns to the sofa. He collapses onto the cushions with a sigh, leaning back against the arm to face you. The expression on his face makes your heart sink.

You're going to get Victoria for this.

You place the book on a side table and wiggle your way to him. He holds out an arm, and you slide under it, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"Do you ever get the sneaking suspicion that perhaps she's making up all of these ridiculous words as she goes? I bet she'll forget half of the nonsense she spouted tonight by tomorrow morning."

Ralph sighs.

"I think we should make up our own words."

You wait a beat, to see if he takes the bait.

"Like what?"

You smile and raise your head to look into his beautiful, wounded eyes. You hate that he still lets Victoria get to him. Luckily, it doesn't take much to fix him, and you plan on always being here to do it.

"I think we'll start by reclaiming Ralph. Do you want to know what Ralph means to me?"

He nods, his big brown eyes shifting from gloomy to curious.

"It now means to love entirely, with one's whole heart and soul."

Ralph smiles the tiniest of smiles.

"Do you approve of this change, Mr. Penbury?"

He thinks for a moment. You can see his spirits rise as his smile widens. "Absolutely," he finally says with a toothy grin.

You go in for a soft, sweet kiss.

"I Ralph you," you whisper against his lips.

Ralph freezes for a moment, and then bursts into a fit of giggles. Your heart soars at the sound and the feeling of his body shaking, and you begin peppering kisses all over his face between words and giggles of your own. "I Ralph you. I Ralph you. I really, really Ralph you."

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters x reader #i looked up 20s slang for the halloween fic (coming this weekend!) and then... this was born.

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 10

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,710

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N- Back from the convention, it's time to make some choices. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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When you arrive back in Austin after the convention, you spend what’s left of Saturday night up in the guest room.  You aren’t feeling very social.  Gen talks to you after putting Tom down.  She saw the interview and listens as you voice your frustration with it all.

The two of you spend some time Sunday afternoon out by the pool.  Tom goes between playing in the water and the yard.  Gen had been sitting next to you in the lounge chair, but went inside to take a phone call.  Coming back out she has a notebook and pen in hand.

“Okay, your parents are coming over for dinner tomorrow night.  Mom says they should be here by 4.  MJ is bringing their kids over around that time.  That way all the grandkids can play and spend some time with their grandparents.  Jeff gets out of work around 5 and will be over after.” She pauses before looking at you, “Will you be around then?”

“Yes ma’am.  Other than the table read in the morning I don’t have anything else going on.”

“What about…?”

“I’m going to bake the cake tonight and I’ll decorate it tomorrow when I get back,” you inform your sister-in-law before she can even finish the question.

“Thank you.”

“What do you have planned for food?”

Gen goes over the menu and the rest of her plans for Jared’s birthday the next day. Done with that, the two of you enjoy a little time in the sun. 

You walk in the kitchen that afternoon to Tom and Gen watching something on her computer.  It just takes a few minutes for you to realize it’s the guys panel from this morning.  Turning around, you head up to your room to unpack your suitcase.

It’s late when Jared arrives home that night.  Gen is already asleep and you are watching a movie in the living room.  After greeting you, he makes his way upstairs.  He doesn't mention the con and you don’t ask.

Coming down to breakfast the next morning, you can hear your brother and his wife talking.  Quickly realizing it’s about Jensen, you freeze on the steps.

“I told him Tom misses him and wants to see him.  He gets back to town end of next week.  Maybe we can get together then or something.”  He pauses, “I don’t know, maybe that’s a bad idea because what about Y/N.  She doesn’t want to see him at cons, she really won’t want to see him here.  She might not actually want me to have anything to do with him anymore, and I don’t know if I should…”

“Okay Padalecki, pause there for a minute.”  Gen stops him before he can get too worked up.  “She has told you before and she and I’ve talked about this.  She doesn't want you to lose your best friend because they didn’t work out.  Just don’t push him on her right now.”  You and Gen both know just how important Jensen is to Jared.  You don’t want to be the reason your brother loses one of his biggest supporters. 

“I don’t know.”

Hearing this conversation, you know it’s time for you to do something.  You can’t keep imposing on your brother and his family.  You make a little more noise as you come the rest of the way downstairs.

“Morning!  Happy birthday big brother.” You walk over and give him a hug, before turning to Gen.  “What can I do to help with breakfast?”

It isn’t long before Tom comes running down and joins you all.  “Daddy!  Happy birthday!”

“Thanks bud.  How was your weekend?”

“Okay, did you see Unca Jensen?”

Jared looks over at you, you nod at him to keep going.  “I did, he’s going to be home in a few weeks.”

“Can we see him?” the little guy excitedly asks.

Once again, your brother looks at you.

“I’m sure your dad and Unca Jensen are going to be hanging out just like they used to, little man,” you reassure your nephew, while letting Jared know you’re okay with him hanging out with Jensen.

After breakfast, all of you head over to the studio.  The table read for the first episode is this morning.  You’ve met some of the cast before, but it’s the first time you’ve been introduced to Keegan Allen.  He sits down in the empty seat next to you and introduces himself.

“Hey, anyone sitting here?”

“Nope, all yours.”

“Great, I’m Keegan Allen.”

“Y/N, nice to meet you.”

As you shake hands he asks, “no last name?”

Chuckling before you answer, “Padalecki.”

He looks from you to Jared.  “Yeah, he’s my big brother.  I was trying to avoid getting that info out there yet.”

“Yeah, you don’t want to scare everyone with who your brother is huh?”

“Not really.”

The table reading goes well.  The cast seems like a good group, you are excited to get started on this project.  Gen takes off with Tom as soon as she is done.  You hang around with Jared until he is finished talking with the director and a few others.  You take a walk through the set while you are waiting, to get a feel for your new workplace.  

It will definitely be a change from working on Supernatural.  You know it’s not the only change in your future.  Pulling out your phone, you call Amy about the apartments.  There is still one available at the Congress Ave units, but they have a renter coming in December.  So you can only get a four month lease.  You take it anyway, going back to L.A. is still floating around your mind.

Jared comes and finds you when he’s all done, and the two of you head back home.  Changing his clothes he takes Tom to the living room to play and keep him out of the kitchen.  You start working on decorating the cake and Gen is making the boys some sandwiches for lunch. The two of you start on dinner prep so it just has to be cooked later.

Your parents arrive that afternoon, just before your sister-in-law.  When everyone is in their swim clothes, you all head out for the pool.  Jared, your dad and yourself get in the pool with the kids, while your mom and sisters-in-law take a seat in the lounge chairs.

By the time Jeff arrives things are starting to calm down. The kids are out of the pool and chasing their grandfather around, with Sadie running after them.  You move in the house to get dinner started.  The rest of the ladies join you shortly, but MJ doesn’t last long.  When your mom opens the oven to check on the food and the smell floats through the kitchen, she is running out.  Gen and your mom look at her with a knowing smile when she returns, you hadn’t put it together yet.

“Are you alright?” you ask concerned. 

She has a small smile when she looks around, “yeah, we’re great.”

Your mom goes up and hugs her, Gen next, “oh this is so exciting,” she cries out.  “How far are you?”

“Due in early February,” MJ tells you all, “around 7 weeks.  We were going to wait a little longer to tell everyone.”

“I’m so glad I have someone to commiserate with.” Gen hugs her again.  

“We promise to be surprised when you tell us again,” your mom reassures her.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” you tell her, giving her a hug.  “I need to grab something, I’ll be right back,” you tell them all as you head upstairs.

You change out of your pool clothes, and take that time to get your emotions under control.  You are so happy for both Gen and MJ, it just reminds you of what you aren’t close to having.  Emotions in check you head back downstairs to help get dinner outside. 

You put on a smile to get through dinner and the evening with your family.  When the kids are close to passing out Jeff and MaryJo load them up to head home.  Your parents are staying the night, while they are with Gen and Jared, you make your way inside to clean up the rest of the kitchen.  Jared takes Tom up to bed and the rest of the crew moves into the living room, where you join them.

Tuesday morning, your parents get up and head home after breakfast.  Jared heads to the studio where he has meetings before filming begins tomorrow.  You take the morning to go over the script and work on your lines.  

Your character, Liz, and Gen’s character are sisters on the show.  Liz has been helping Walker’s family with the kids, and has joined the Rangers while Cordell was away undercover.  She seems to be pretty present in the first few episodes from what you have heard.  Hard to say if it will stay that way.

Gen is outside when you go find her during one of your breaks.  

“Can we talk before Jared gets back?”

“Yeah, of course.  What’s up?”

“I found an apartment.  I’m supposed to sign the papers this afternoon.”

“Y/N, you know you don’t have to leave.  We love having you stay with us.”

“Thanks Gen.  As much as I love being around you all, I need to do this, and start moving on with this new chapter of my life.”

She nods in understanding.  “Where is it?”

You tell her about your new place, leaving out that it’s only short term for now.

“When are you telling Jared?”

“Um, I thought about waiting for him to realize I was gone.”

“Y/N!”

“Or tonight.”

Mid afternoon you go over to the complex to sign the lease and get your keys.  When you are finished in the office you go up to look around the third story apartment which is now your new home.  Looking around you had forgotten just how small this place was.  Walking in the door you enter the small living room,  the kitchen is straight ahead, bedroom off to the side of the living room, with the bathroom through there.  Yep, this was going to be so different than being at Jared’s.  At least it’s just you. Locking it back up, you head back to your brother’s house.

When Tom leaves the table after dinner, you let your brother know about your new living arrangements.

“So I signed the lease for an apartment today.”

His head jerks up from his plate, “what? Why?”

“I appreciate all you and Gen have done for me the last few months, but it’s time to get back out on my own.  Plus you don’t need me hanging around.  You have your own family to concentrate on.”

“You are my family.”

“Yes, but not your spouse or kid.  You need your space back, and to not have to worry about what your sister is doing before you go somewhere or invite people over.”

“Is this about Tom asking about Jensen? Because…”

“It’s about me moving forward.  Plus, he has been your best friend for years.  The two of you should be able to get together without worrying  about who is going to be upset over it.  I’ll still be in town.” ‘For now’ you silently add in your head.   

“If it would make you feel better, I don’t have to talk to him anymore.”

“It wouldn’t.  The friendship you two have is something special, you two are almost closer than you and Jeff sometimes.  Don’t let this break that up.”

It takes a little bit of convincing from you and Gen, but your brother is finally alright with the idea of you leaving the house.

“I did like having you around, and not just for the free babysitting.  When do you leave?”

“I know, I enjoyed spending time with all of you.  I was thinking of taking a few things over on my way to work this week, and the rest of it this weekend.  I really don’t have too much to move, I sold a lot of things.”

He looks over at Gen, “we can help this weekend.” 

“Thanks.”

Jensen has a shorter filming day on Monday, after he gets back from the Florida convention.  He briefly sees Karl in passing on set, who mentions going out with some of the others for dinner that evening.  Jensen agrees to go before heading back to his apartment to change. 

Taking a look around, he knows he needs to spend some time picking up and packing his things, which have spread out through the apartment. There is just under two weeks before he clears out of here and moves back to Texas.  He opens the small safe in the bedroom to put his passport back for safe keeping, and riffles through the other items inside to see what’s there.  A silver bag catches his attention, pulling it out, he looks inside.

“Son of a bitch!” he exclaims. Taking it over to the couch he sits down and stares at the black box inside.  

He’s been sitting there for a while, and misses the sound of his phone ringing.  A pounding on the door finally pulls him out of his head. Opening the door, Jensen stares at his visitor in confusion. Karl is on the other side, arms folded in front of him.  

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You said, ya were gonna join us for dinner.  Then never showed and didn't answer your bloody phone.  Claudia was going to come over and check on you.  I told her I had to come this way so I’d do it.”

“Thanks.  I um, got caught up with something and forgot I guess.”

“You alright?” his friend asks, following him into the living room area.

Jensen hands him the box before sitting down across from him.

Karl opens it up to look inside, “uh, nice mate, but really not my style, thanks anyway.”

Rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Jensen takes the open box back.  “I bought this for Y/N, it was her birthday present.”

“Oh.  She give it back when you saw her?”

“No.  I didn’t see her.  She left before I got there.”

“Then?”

“I found it in my safe.  I never gave it to her.  I had every intention of making it up to her for missing her birthday, once I realized I had.  But I guess I never did. Somehow, I told myself I did.  How much of what she said I was doing is true?  If she was right, how could I have hurt her like that?” He just stares at the jewelry in his hand once he finishes talking. 

Karl can’t answer that, he’s still trying to catch up with all that was said, but Jensen doesn’t expect him to.  “I guess the question now is, what are you going to do about it?” Karl finally asks.

“I don’t know that I can do anything.  I start filming Big Sky next month.  That will keep me busy for the next 3 and half months.  Plus a few sporadic episodes in the spring.  We’ve got press promos for this that start in November.  There will be a press tour for the Batman movie coming early next year.  Things aren’t slowing down right now.”  

Jensen starts pacing the living room.  “I miss her, I really do.  But what do I do?  Do I go back and say ‘sorry I was too busy for us.  Maybe you were right in what you accused me of.  Will you give me another chance, but I still won’t be around much.’  I’m sure that would go over swell.”

“If you really want her in your life, you need to figure out how to make it work.  If you don’t think you can, it’s not fair to drag her back in.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

Karl doesn’t stay long, and Jensen is left alone with his thoughts.  All of which revolve around you.   His feelings for you are still very much there, he doesn't see that changing anytime soon.  Looking back, Jensen can’t believe his actions, how did he end up treating you so badly?  Maybe he really isn’t the man you deserve?

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 11

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[lewkwoodnco]

August (Lockwood x reader)

A/N: inspired by the tsitp version of august (which you can listen to here on Spotify) but also works for the regular version of August too! Spoilers for the ending of the third book of the series! Angst, but not in a depressing way ish? Idk (wc: 1.3k) read the sequel here

The first few nights after were the hardest. The image of that Changer who took the shape of Lockwood with a hole blasted through his chest was burned into her retinas. The Changer had threatened her, or warned her, that it had been her doing, and it was only a matter of time before it actually happened. The guilt sat in her stomach for six days, cementing her to her bed, barely coming down to eat or drink, but on the sixth day she was as well as she could be. She didn’t have a renewed sense of vigour or sudden clarity in her life’s purpose, but she had something that occupied her well enough.

The four them were going for a small trip to the seaside where they had rented a cosy house by the beach, for a little break after one of the toughest cases they had in a while. Lucy was still feeling loopy from the Poltergeist and George had been a little quieter than usual. Lockwood…she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, or think too long about him, before slipping into despair. If Lockwood had noticed her distance from him, he showed no sign of it, not that she would have noticed. Except for the fact that even in times like now, she couldn’t help but notice every little detail about him. Whatever it was, a bit of fresh air was exactly what they needed to lift their spirits, so she decided to wait until the end of their trip to tell them.

And so they left for their weekend getaway. The air was pleasantly balmy and the warmth melted the last vestiges of cold trapped in their bones. It was so peaceful, and bright, with a sea of possibility stretched out ahead of them. For the next day-and-a-half, she ate, drank, swam and laughed just as hard as the rest of them. There was no reason to dampen their spirits just yet. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to tell them.

Of all their games and activities her favourite by far was just sitting on the beach, watching the foamy waves roll in. She could feel the freedom in the best of the seagulls wings, who called out to her, urging her toward a realm of possibilities. The sand playfully shifted around her ankles when she dug her feet in deep enough, and the wind whipped her hair with a salty sting, pushing her, propelling her, towards the rest of her life. And during sunset, an intense orange glow outlined all the cracks and crevices in them and the house, a light almost bright enough to consider life outside of Lockwood & co. That’s where Lockwood found her on Sunday evening, the night before they were supposed to leave. Lucy had somehow managed to scatter all her belongings throughout the house and George was making an upside-down pineapple cake. When she left, Lockwood had been uncharacteristically engrossed in some case report. They hadn’t talked much since Lockwood had pulled her to safety, seconds before certain death, and though she knew it was impossible for him to have seen what she did, a part of her felt embarrassed, or clumsy, to have been so careless.

The wind was quite loud in her ears, so she hadn’t noticed him until he sat down beside her. Besides his coat, most of Lockwood’s normal attire apparently doubled as beach-wear, as long as his sleeves and trousers were rolled up. She unsuccessfully tried to stand up, panickedly scrabbling at the mound she had absent-mindedly packed onto her feet, but it was too late. She awkwardly clasped her hands around her shins, staring straight into the gentle sea lapping at the shore, listening to Lockwood breathe just a tiny bit more agitated than normal.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” In her nervousness, her voice had become a little too high pitched, but she hoped the wind has swallowed up most of it anyway.

“Did you have fun?”

Did she have fun? Maybe it was the shadow of what she was about to do looming over her, but everything had somehow felt extra funny in this trip. They played Charades until they laughed themselves blue in the face, ate so many biscuits until it was too much of an effort to trudge back to the house after their picnics, and fell over each other laughing as they watched George insistently yank at the front door that was mostly rusted shut. Even as she looked at Lockwood now, eyelashes bleached by the fading daylight, she felt a peace that had nothing to do with the sea, wind, or seagulls. It was the feeling of having so little, and yet having everything she could ever dream of needing.

But she couldn’t say all that. “Yeah. Nice change of scenery.”

He smiled, and her heart thumped crazily. It was so easy to get swept up in the grim of things and forget how young she was, with her whole life ahead of her to have all these firsts - first butterflies, first crush, first love, or even just the first delusion of being in love. Before the Poltergeist, she even remembered this one quiet night in, when she was lying on her bed with her legs up the wall, staring at the ceiling and seeing all these images of Lockwood, and it wasn’t until much later that she remembered they weren’t actually anything more than friends. It just felt so natural, so easy to want and to want him, the curve of his shoulders, the curve of his face… And she only felt that way with Lockwood. He made her feel giggly and as warm as the beach, and maybe it was unprofessional, irrational and irresponsible, but he brought out the worst - and the best - of her. She would do anything for him, even if it meant breaking her heart. Even if it meant breaking his heart.

“I know you’re planning something. And I know it’s something big.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been exhausted before, but not like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like your mind is somewhere else. Like you’re plotting. And I’m going to find out eventually, somehow.”

Her butterflies crumbled into nausea, and the hitch in her breath was anxious rather than coincidental. It was going so wrong so fast. She could feel her lips moving and hear the words coming out of them, but she wasn’t the one talking.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am.”

“You will find out, eventually.”

“Exactly.”

“Like right now.”

“Like - what?”

“I’m leaving Lockwood & co.”

She didn’t expect herself to sound so calm, her tone to be so even. And from the looks of it, neither did Lockwood. Maybe replaying this instant for days in her head made her more prepared than she realised. Lockwood stared at the shore, unblinking, until she began to wonder if she had really even said it at all.

“Lockwood?”

But it was too late, and he was already up and swiftly walking back to their villa. She could only walk so fast, kicking the uncomfortable wet sand off her feet, her pleas for him to slow down or wait painfully hanging in the still air. He walked into the house and went straight to his room, closing the door shut while she stood helplessly in the doorway to the kitchen.

George was just finishing up the icing on his cake and Lucy was eating some of the leftover pineapple. She didn’t see the point in keeping it from them either. George was properly put off his cake and Lucy looked like she might cry.

The air in the house was too tense to have dinner that night, and so she went to bed after giving Lucy a quick hug. As she lay on her bed, she looked out the window through the reflection on her mirror, and watched the stars come up and go down. She and her packed bags had left before the sun came up.

She only lasted a summer.

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[jasmines-library]

Hold Me Tight

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 11 - prompt - stranded/ “You said you’d never leave me.”

Fandom: The last of us.

Summary: Surrounded by clickers, you are forced away from Joel, leaving you to navigate the dark tunnels on your own. When you finally reunite, you realise how much Joel really means to you, so your unwanted fears and emotions resurface.

Warnings: Canon typical violence/death, fear of abandonment, fear of being alone, minor mention of claustrophobic spaces/confinement, minor injury.

Word count: 1.3k

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“Go!”

Joel shoved you forwards as you through the gap in the wall as the room filled with an earful of clicking and distant groaning. The clickers limped into the room, their disfigured limbs trailing across the floor. Joel craned his head, backing away from the creatures as he urged you out of the room. You had no choice but to inch back into the tunnel, ducking under the wooden beam which Joel was struggling to keep aloft. 

The mud on the ground from the dripping pipe caked your clothes as you scrambled back to make room for the man in front of you to escape. 

“Come on Joel! Move!” You exclaimed.

He turned to you with sad eyes. Then he dropped the beam, trapping you within the tunnels. 

“Joel…” You cried, shoving your body into the beam and trying to shift it, but to no avail. 

He cocked his shotgun and readied his stance as the creatures edged closer. “Go.”

Trembling, you turned and pulled your pistol from your jean pocket and ran down the tunnel. You had to bite your lip to keep the tears from spilling from your eyes as you listened to the gunshots that echoed around you.

Your feet slapped against the cracked stone as you tried to navigate the winding passageway. You were ankle deep in water by the time you stumbled upon a fork in the road. You cursed to yourself, peering down each passage but they each looked the same. You stilled your movements to try and listen out for any indication of a safe passage but you couldn’t decipher anything besides the dripping of water from a crack in the ceiling. 

You turned around, shining your light back on the narrow pathway you had just taken. You could turn back. You could go back and hope that you could find Joel… 

You shook your head firmly. No. Joel would want you to push on. He would want you to meet him on the other side. If he made it. No. he’ll be fine. You told yourself. 

Deciding to take the right passage, you continued to trudge painstakingly through the water, until you came to a dead end. Light billowed through the cracks from where the rock had collapsed, which meant there had to be a way through. 

Pocketing your gun, you grabbed onto one of the chunks of rocks, pulling on it until it became dislodged. The rocks surrounding it came tumbling down then scattered on the floor at your feet. Slowly, you managed to create a gap large enough for you to slip through. 

When you emerged, you were on the other side of the mountain, surrounded by a large lake and a forest. In the distance, you could see the small wooden buildings belonging to the lakeside village. 

The village. That’s where you and Joel were headed. If the village was there then there must be another way out of the sewers. You began to trek around the side of the mountain, until you stumbled upon an entrance boarded up by rotting planks of wood and plastered with faded yellow warning signs. You could hear the shrill screeching of more clickers as you worked to pull away the wood. It splintered with ease as you tugged on it as a result of the decay. Then you heard the scream. 

“Joel?!”

You moved faster, tugging at the barricades until they all snapped free. The sudden shift sent you staggering backwards. When the opening was big enough, you squeezed your way through, treading lightly as you moved with haste towards the sounds. The ground was much drier here, so it was much easier to keep quiet without the sloshing of the water as it seeped into your worn shoes. When you reached the open room, your blood froze. 

Joel was lying flat on the floor, blood dripping from a deep gash in his thigh. Spores danced across the room as the last of the clickers loomed over him. It was tall with thick plates beginning to form on its body. It squealed at him, jolting back as the man fired his weapon again, but the creature still advanced. Joel’s shot had missed the clicker’s head by a few inches. His vision was obscured by the mask which he had secured tightly over his face. When he went to fire again, nothing happened. There was no loud bang or burst of blinding light from the tip of the rifle, just a gentle ‘click’ as the empty chamber shifted. 

The monster shrieked, inching over Joel as he backed away. Then, your pistol was in your hand and you took aim, sending a bullet careening into its skull. It dropped to the floor. Joel took shaky breaths as his eyes landed on you. 

“Kid?”

“Joel?”

You dropped to your knees beside him, examining the wound. 

“It didn’t get you? Did it?” You asked. Your words were fast as you studied the gash in his thigh. It was deep, raw and angry and would need stitching. 

When he shook his head, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“No. Scrap metal. There was a piece jutting out from one of the beams.”

You slung your bag off of your shoulder and began to rummage around inside it. After pulling out a roll of bandages and wrapping it tightly around his wound, cringing at his sharp intake and stifled cries, you eased him up onto his feet. 

~~~

It was only once you had surveyed the village to ensure that it was empty that the tears threatened to spill from your eyes. It was only once the madness had begun to die down that you began to cry. 

Hot, heavy tears cascaded down your face, pooling on your chin and falling onto your lap. You tried to wipe them away with the hem of your sleeve, but they had begun to fall faster than you cared to do so. So, you let them fall freely. 

“Kid?” There was a gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

You refused to look at Joel, who had hobbled out of the small house to join you by the lake because you knew that his face would only make the tears fall faster. You knew that the pity on his face would only make you want to hurl. His stomach dropped at your sniffles. 

“What’s going on kid?” 

You stood and moved away, but in typical Joel fashion, he trailed behind. You knew that he would keep pressing unless you told him, so you spoke. 

“You left me.” You choked out. “You…”

“I- I had to protect you…”

“No.You don’t understand” You gave him a shove to the chest. “Everybody leaves.”

Joel was stunned. Lost for words. 

“Everybody I've ever given a shit about leaves. And I thought… I thought you were gonna leave me too.”

“Kid…”

“You said you’d never leave…”

“Oh baby girl. I will never leave you.” Joel brushed away stray tears as he cupped your face before pulling you tightly to your chest. “And even if I do, even if we get separated, we will find each other. I will find a way back to you.”

You sniffled into his chest, pulling him impossibly tighter to you as though you were afraid that if you let go he would be forcing you away again. You felt comfort within his presence. The warmth of his body and the thrumming of his heart eased you. 

“I promise you kid. We will find each other. Always.”

🕸 ⋆ ⁶𖤐⁶ ࣪⋆🕸

<- DAY NINE ⛤ DAY ELEVEN ->

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Headcanons + a scenario if you want to for older single dad Noah with a teenage daughter please.

AHHHHH I LOVE IT! I REALLY LOVE TO IMAGINE THIS MAN WITH A TEENAGER, I WANT TO SEE THEIR INTERACTIONS SO BAD

Btw, the reader is the daughter!

Older Noah with a teenage daughter

The moment in which you enter into puberty combines with the first silver locks of Noah. He stares at his head with an heartbroken look in the eyes, not for the fact he is aging, but because he loves his black hair... and in that exactly day, you come in his room with an annoyed expression and lot of dresses in yours arms

"I don't like them anymore. They are too tight and ugly!"

For a moment Noah stares at you, more and more concerned. What is happening? What's up with that face? It is the first time he sees you with a similar expression...

He talks about it with some members of the Mother Goose, and they all say the same thing: you are entering your adolescent years, now you are a teenager, so... so it means lot of changings... and big little problems

Noah listens to them in disbelief, hardly remembering his teenage years (he only knows he was always a trouble maker and Anne had to scold him at least one time a day); then he sighs... what will happen to his beloved little girl? You'll run away from home? You'll distance yourself from your family? You'll spend your days arguing with him? He is already panicking, and he would prefer to fight a seven nation army than face your adolescence. His little princess...

First of all, your body starts to change and you don't like it at all. Not a dress can satisfy you anymore, you don't find anything appealing to you - exception made for your father's clothes. You don't know why, but you find Noah's ones more comfortable and elegant than yours and steal them from him. Noah can do nothing against it, he tries to complain and offers you to buy new clothes similar to his... but no, you want dad's clothes, and he can't help but give up and softly sigh whenever he sees you wandering around with his entire wardrobe...

Also, you start eating more, especially sweets and candies. Arguments of every sort start due to the lack of apple pie at home, and more than once you yell accusing Noah of having finished all the cake. Then you remember you were the one to eat it all, and you start to cry and run to hug him. Dad doesn't scold you, he knows that you are crossing a period of confusion, so he pats you in the head and brings you to buy all the sweets you want

For him, the real difficulties arrive when you start to look more at your peers, and with a different look. You don't realize it, but your breathing, even your smell changes when you are in the presence of someone you like, and Noah struggles to hide the annoyance and jealousy he feels. The thought of his little girl starting to date someone drives him crazy

He'll never tell you, but more than once he thinks about getting you followed by some member of Mother Goose or following you himself and seeing who you go out with every time you disappear saying you're going with your friends…

Nothing escapes dad, you can't do it

Error 404 Noah not found every time he sees you with someone in attitudes that are not... friendly

This causes endless and continuous arguments, with you responding in kind to everything he says to you (but always with respect): neither of you wants to give in on your convintions, you are stubborn (like father like daughter) and it often ends with you being grounded, but not that it matters much to you...

Angry looks from one side of the table to the other intensify

And still... papa is always here whenever you need him. Whenever you ask for advice, reassurance, or you reveal a worry or an insecurity, Noah is by your side. He listens to you, tries to help you with everything he has, hugs you every time you feel sad, and reassures you at his best

With time he learns to get along with you again, like in the past; he grows again with you, following you step by step. He becomes more flexible about many things, including outings and acquaintances, because he realizes that they are all necessary experiences that you have to live; but he only needs one word, just one word, to intervene if someone disrespects or hurts you. They only have to try-

Dad always does his best to make you happy, you can trust him! He will always be your protector!

+ "I'm too old for this shit" whenever he has to keep up with your energy

And it doesn't matter what you want to be, what and how you are: you are always beautiful in his eyes, his gorgeous child, always valid, always loved

Give papa a kiss and a lot of hugs!

And now... Time for a little fic!

Birthday Wish

«And… here it is your first present! An apple pie only for the queen! Happy birthday, my dear⁓»

You clap your hands in admiration, forcing you to not steal the pie from Noah’s hands, and smile widely while blushing. «You made it all by yourself? Really, dad?»

The man chuckles, then takes a seat next to you and starts to cut the pie into pieces, knowing very well how these will disappear in no second. «Oh, well... our friends of the Mother Goose could say something about it… but yes, I made it by myself. At least, a large part of the work.»

You throw your arms around his neck and hug him while screaming in joy. «Thank you dad! This is the best present I could ever receive! But… what about the second one?»

Noah glances at you with a crafty look in the eyes and smirks, then kisses you on the forehead and gives you a piece of cake. «Why don’t you ask Alfred or Wake about it? I think they have something to hide in the matter…»

You widen your smile and eyes and stump your feet on the ground for the excitement, then your expression becomes pensive. «Dad…», you whisper, «… now I am eighteen… so it means there are three more years to wait and then my biggest dream will come true…»

«Hmmm? And what is your biggest dream?»

«Dad! If I say it to you, it won’t ever come true!»

Noah laughs at your indignant screams, then ruffles your hair and gives you another kiss on the cheeks. «You are right… and don’t worry, I’ll grant your wish, no matter what. Trust your papa.»

You stare at him with his same sly expression, then smile. «I’ve changed my mind! I want to share it with you⁓»

Noah steals a piece of sweet from your dish, then chews on it and caresses your cheek. «Go ahead, then.»

«My biggest dream is to marry Alfred. Or Faye.»

You can’t help giggling and then laughing out loud at the sight of the face your father makes as soon as he hears this. Noah is completely shocked, the mouth half open, the eyes full of surprise and disbelief; and now, you are sure about it, there are more white locks among his hair.

«… What?»

You shrug, then sigh with a dreamy expression. «You know, I’ve already asked both of them and they are perfectly fine with marrying me. I have only to choose who…»

«W h a t ?»

You can’t resist anymore and jump on Noah’s arms, smooching his face. «Just kidding! The only love in my life is you, dad! You were really terrified by the thought, weren’t you?»

He makes an annoyed grimace and stares at you all serious. «They both have taken their part in this terrible joke, is it true?»

«Let’s say that they have found it funny…»

«Oh, really? Better for them to hide as far away as possible from me, then… and forget about your present, miss!»

You put up a false annoyed expression, without managing to not laugh. «You bad papa! You deserve a punishment!»

Noah stays perfectly still for a moment, then gets up from the chair and a grin crosses his face. «You know what? You better start to run… if I catch you, you’ll regret everything! Congratulations, now you have a reservation for some tickles⁓»

You narrow your eyes, then take a deep breath before shouting and starting to backtrieve: «You torturer… you have to catch me first!»

Noah laughs at you, a mocking expression to underline who is in charge here: «Oh, poor girl… why don’t you call Alfred or Faye to help you?»

«They will know it for sure!», you reply, then start to run as soon as you see your father take a step toward you, and the next moment he is chasing you through the house, following the echo of your laughter and laughing with you.

#snv noah #ror noah #noah jack the ripper case files #noah jack the ripper spin off #jack the ripper spin off #jack the ripper case files #jack the ripper cases files #jack the ripper no jikenbo #record of ragnarok #snv #ror #shuumatsu no valkyrie

[itjazzbicch]

HellRaisers

Pairing:  Finn Balor x Fem Reader 

Summary: The reader has been friends with Finn Balor since he created the Bullet Club, being one of its first members. Ending up in WWE together, Finn distances himself when the reader joins Judgement Day, but even she is surprised when Damian reveals to her that Finn is the newest member and they plan to overthrow Edge, reuniting once again…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Choking, rough sex)

Word Count: 2.6k 

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

Joining Judgement Day sure was interesting. Edge had a different way of thinking in the aspect of wrestling now. I felt honored that he chose me to join and a new member was coming along? It really had Damian and me thinking.

Edge was handling things and I had a feeling we were going to get our hands dirty, so I was gearing up, finishing tying my boots when Damian walked in.

"So, do you know who the new member is?" I smiled up at him; I was never patient and hated waiting for surprises and when he smiled back, he sure knew:

"Brought him along with me actually."

"Oh yeah?" I smiled, looking past him as the door opened, freezing in my seat when Finn Balor walked in.

This was weird. For the past few weeks, we have been kicking his ass along with AJ Styles. Now, he was joining us? I needed an explanation, trying to say that with my quick glance at Damian.

"I know," He stood alongside Finn, "You're confused, but there's a reason why Finn is joining us."

I had no words. Finn and I had a long history. When he created the Bullet Club, I was one of the very first to join. We were best friends once upon a time, became distant but still were friends, all till I joined Judgement Day.

Once I joined, he turned into a ghost, enraged with me any time we crossed paths out there and now, he was joining us? Confused was exactly right.

"I know this wasn't what you were expecting," Finn fixed his jacket, being straightforward with me like he always was, "Tonight, we're taking over Judgement Day. We're taking Edge out."

"Damian," I shot up out of my chair, glaring at him, "What do you mean we're taking out Edge?"

"What happened to not letting anyone dictate your career, Y/N?" Finn stepped up to me, giving me a serious look and he wasn't kidding in the slightest, "Please tell me because that's exactly what Edge is doing."

"He's holding us back," Damian agreed, keeping me quiet and Finn continued:

"No one will limit us and if we join forces and get rid of that old man, just imagine all the things we could do."

I was always open-minded, listening to Finn's reasoning and he really topped the cake when he got a little closer, smiling and bringing back old memories:

"We made a promise to one another that we would take over any place we step foot in. We did it in Japan, NXT, and now, we're going to do it here. Hell, we could take over Raw and Smackdown. You know that we were a force to be reckoned with. It can be just like old times, but even better, Y/N."

Looking back at it, those were great times, peaks of my career, and Finn was right. No one dictated me. It was okay to have some partners in crime, but no one was going to guide me down a path except for myself.

"So," Finn wanted his answer, throwing up a too sweet and smiling, "Too sweet?"

Glancing between him and Damian, they were dead serious and they won me over, returning my smile back to Finn, giving him a too sweet, feeling so good to say once again:

"Too sweet, baby."

"Hell yeah," Damian had us all smiling, fist-bumping us, "Edge won't know what hit him."

We made sure we had a confirmed game plan before Finn left and we went back to meet Edge. I was fighting such a strong, devilish smile the whole time, blood pumping and holding back an adrenaline rush that I knew that I was going to get.

By the time we got out to the ring, waiting alongside Edge so he could introduce our new member, the crowd was very blown away when Finn's music hit. They all paid close attention when Finn made his way down, giving his explanation as to why he was there.

"I reached out to them last night after the show," Finn always gave me a look when things were about to go down and so, I got myself ready, "We realized that we have a lot more in common than we even realized and that is, we are tired of being told what to do."

I'm surprised that didn't give it all away at that moment, then Damian took the lead, our plan going into effect, saying to Edge:

"And I think now, we realized that in the time we spent with you, you told us to get rid of any limitation that would hold us back. We're ready. We are ready to shed the last bit of limitations holding us back..."

Damian turned to Finn and me with a smile, Finn and I reconnecting our devilish ways, smiling so evilly happy, Edge instantly knowing what was about to happen when Damian turned back to tell him:

"Which is you."

Before Edge could react, Damian clotheslined the life out of him, stomping him out, Finn and I gladly joining. After Damian delivered a nasty slam, we drug him to the corner for Finn to give him a coupe de gras, smiles on our faces, turning to the crowd to establish ourselves.

The crowd got rowdy again as Edge made it to his feet, Finn and Damian heading to the corner and beating him down, kicking him out while I hung on the ropes, instigating:

"Get 'em boys!"

They were really ready to take him out, Damian throwing him above his shoulders and sending him through the announce desk.

"Ya know what to do," Finn commanded, going off on Edge again and then throwing him into the ring while I grabbed three chairs.

Finn always had to get his dose in first, taking a piece of the chair, putting it in his mouth and choking him out with it, getting that big adrenaline rush that I was dying for, laughing in Edge's face while Finn yanked back harder:

"Want to try and control us now, Edge? Come on, answer me!" 

Looking behind me, Damian had a chair in the middle of the ring, Finn dragging Edge over and putting his face in it. Security started rushing down, but I wasn't letting them even get near us, smacking one of them with a chair, scaring them all away and before more could come out, I ran over Edge, chair up in the air, and letting out a vicious roar, smacking his head with the chair and crushing it between the one against his face.

"That's my girl," Finn smiled bright at me, my chest heaving when delivering it back, reminding me of just who I was and I certainly wasn't anyone's puppet, making that known with the message we just sent.

Giving Finn a too sweet, we took the center ring, posing together and letting the world know that we were the true Judgement Day, feeling like I was in a flashback when Finn wrapped his arm around me, whispering to me:

"Haven't seen ya smile like that in a long time."

"You were so right," I looked up to those blue eyes, my heart racing even more than it already was, "No one dictates us."

"Exactly right," He kissed my temple softly, waving to Damian so we could head out, being little assholes, and waving goodbye to Edge who was being attended to by medical personnel.

Heading up the rampway, I started reminiscing about Finn, thinking of all the hell we raised throughout the years and I needed to know something, asking Damian softly with Finn ahead of us:

"Hope you don't mind, but can I have a moment with Finn? Alone?"

"Sure," He nodded, knowing we had history and I'm sure Finn heard me, taking my hand once we got backstage and Damian parted ways with us once we hit the locker room.

"Ya said that we needed a moment?" Finn hung up his jacket, but still listened to me, trying to be calm and make sure that I made sense:

"We're really a part of a team again?"

"What?" He laughed at me, "Ya think I have a trick up my sleeve or something? If I did, ya would know."

"I know," I thought deeply, "I was your right hand, Finn. I would know."

"Then why ask me that?" It was a stupid question truthfully, there was no going back after what we just did, but he understood, knowing me so well, becoming calm too and relating, "I understand. It all happened so quickly, I can tell ya blood was really pumping, ya still panting."

I didn't even realize that, staring into his eyes helped slow my breathing to a normal pace, letting him know more:

"It just-; I felt like I just got blasted into the past. I don't remember a time we raised hell like that."

"Felt so damn good," He snickered, "Can't wait to do more."

"Me too," I smiled, wanting to confirm by reminding him, "Had you putting kisses on me again. I know you were having a good time."

"Ain't the first time and won't be the last," He kissed my cheek and the long-missed feeling made my eyes close, shaking at his whisper, "Had an opportunity to be with my girl again and I wasn't losing it."

"Is that what this is all about?" I needed to know the truth and thankfully, Finn was always honest with me:

"Edge was using ya and I know ya better than anyone. We said that we would take over this place, but kept hitting roadblocks. This was an open, straight road that we could fly down. Won't lie to ya, I missed us. And we have the chance to be in charge along with it? Again, I couldn't lose this opportunity."

"A perfect opportunity," I agreed, my words having a double meaning and showing him that when I turned my nose, kissing him right on the lips.

We have shared a kiss before and it had been ages since then, both of us shaking with excitement while kissing back, more thoughts opening up as he whispered against my lips:

"And seeing ya all fired up like that? Only made my blood get hotter."

"I'll burn this whole place down if it turns you on," I giggled, kissing deeper and growling playfully, "You know that I know how to start a big fire."

"Better believe that I know," His chuckle was so dirty, hands yanking at my leather shorts, "Wanna set this room on fire?"

"What kind of question is that?" I toyed, stepped back to throw my top off and free my breasts, able to kick my feet out of my shoes, "You know we already planned on it."

"Love to see that ya can still read my mind," He smiled, doing the same with his loosened boots, stepping out of his trunks to be completely nude, and seeing him so sexy from head to toe made my knees weak, but also crazed me.

"Always have, always will," I breathed in before I lost all control, "Now, get over here and give it to me, baby."

We were like wild animals, all tongue in our kiss, arms wrapped around each other, rubbing and tugging, running through our hair and nearly falling from how fast we were trying to go, but finding a stable spot when he dropped to his knees, pressing my back into the floor.

"My oh my," He giggled when spreading my legs, cock learning how soaked my cunt was, having to tease me, "I really turned ya on out there."

"Have you seen yourself?" I hummed, pulling his beard softly to kiss, "I get wet just looking at you."

"Ya did call me the sexy devil for a reason," He picked his head up a little to see how my jaw dropped then clenched, my grip tightening as his tip split me, girth splitting me wider and filling me right up.

"That you are," My body fell so deep into pleasure, getting one more tease in before I was completely gone, "Might need some holy water after this."

"Oh, shut up," That did make him laugh a little, but he went right back to being animalistic, thrusting deep and drilling his hips into mine, "Much rather hear ya moaning."

Oh, he sure heard my moans, working his hips just right, upright on his knees to hold my legs up by the thighs, giving it to me harder to see just how loud I could get, having my eyes roll to the back of my head and throat strained a little from how high pitched my moans grew.

"You little devil, I swear," The pleasure was so good, but I loved letting him know how he could be with small shots, and damn it, he knew how to turn the tables on me, his voice alone increasing my wetness, let alone his hand on my throat, pulling me up a little to growl:

"If I'm the devil, then ya my little demon."

"I don't have a problem with that," I cooed, the swirl in my head giving me an out-of-this-world experience, with orgasm so close, my sinful side spoke for me, "Choke and fuck me harder."

"And ya say I'm the devil?" He chuckled, gladly listening and having me weak with the grip on my throat, mouth wide open and needing the air, but I didn't care a bit, only wanting that amazing, hard pound that made me ache.

"I have my moments," I got out with a quick breath, smiling brightly with my eyes rolling again, the lack of air having me gasping, harder and harder at the feeling of my walls clenching death grip, hearing our wet skin slapping, sweet spot about ruined and couldn't take much more without a waterfall coming out of me.

"Bout to have a great one," He still had an arm on my thigh, leaning down and pushing my leg clear down to the floor, growling in his kiss, "Cum for me. I know it's happening."

"I am!" I was getting woozy, but all of the pleasure, heat, and stings were as intense as ever, making sure I felt all of it along with the fuzziness in my head, "I'm cuming, Finn."

Knowing I needed the moment, he let go of my throat, holding my other leg and going as quickly as he could, which was a lot, having my body shaking because my back was trying to arch meanwhile, I was folded like a chair, chest heavy but still getting out screams, my cries of his name filling the room while I gave way, orgasm spurting out when my head fell back hard with a cry:

"Fucking hell, Finn!"

"Hell must be our heaven," He panted, smiling while reaching his edge, dropping my legs and having to prop himself up on his elbows on the sides of my head, both of us panting and worn out, but still having a fun time.

"It's heaven for us, hell for everyone else," I phrased better, his response had me wheezing:

"Sounds about right and after all that screamin', I know everyone heard that."

"Well, they better mind their business if they know what's good for 'em," I met his gaze deeply, smiling because I was happier than ever, "Because we're back."

Like Finn said before, we were a force to be reckoned with and that was truer now than ever, smiling just as bright as me in his kiss, "Hell yeah." 

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #wwe oneshot #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #finn balor #finn balor x reader #finn balor imagine #finn balor fic #finn balor smut #finn balor oneshot #read and enjoy

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 27 - Ophelia in Tartosa

The house Ophelia moves into oversees the scenic Tartosan walking trails and waterfalls. She's even within walking distance to a small beach, not to mention her new workplace, La Coppia Serena. This sunny haven beats the cloudy summer days at Willow Creek, that's for sure.

Ophelia takes advantage of the weather and starts a little garden. She's determined to be her best self this summer. She actually ends up liking it! She even plants an apple tree next to the yoga mat she never uses. Maybe that'll change!

Ophelia's Tartosa friends are psyched she's a local now, so they're going to show her around the plaza. But first, pictures! Gnomeo, who Ophelia kept after Harvestfest, had to get in on the pic. I couldn't get the lawn flamingo she stole from that museum in frame unfortunately.

Ophelia: Wow, what a pretty sitting area.

Drew: Don't get too excited, kiddo, it's all debug. You can look but you literally can't touch. Come on, we'll show you an area you can actually interact with.

Xander seems to know the stall vendor well.

Xander: Hey, Cam. Whatever my friends want, it's on me.

Ophelia: You don't have to do that, Xander. I'm no mooch.

Xander: My parents own this stall, Lemon Cake. They pay my salary, so technically this is me funding my future paycheck.

Ophelia: Thanks for showing me around, you guys.

Moses: No worries, love. Drew told me we're apparently your dads now, so it's our duty to look out for you.

Xander: If you're her dads what does that make me?

Drew: You're the weird family friend.

Xander: It's an honor.

Xander! That is not how you eat with chopsticks! Bad boy!

Ophelia seems to be doing okay and I've never had her eat anything that required chopsticks before. Be a good example for Xander!

Moses: Sorry to hear things didn't work out between you two.

Ophelia: It was for the best. I'm just happy we'll still be friends.

Moses: Ah, staying friends with an ex, a queer right of passage. Hell, my ex introduced me to my current boyfriend. I'm sure you'll make it work.

Drew: Hey, at least you got out before it got too bad. Before I came out as nonbinary, I dated a guy for like forever, until I found out he planned to join the military and expected me to be his little army wife. Moving to Strangerville and staying at home all day? No thanks.

Ophelia: What about you, Xander? Any recent love life woes?

Drew: Don't bother. The man's an open book about everything except his romantic life. I know more about his most recent bladder failure than his last date.

Moses: Typical Xander, never kisses and tells.

Xander: Would you listen to these two, Lemon Bar? So nosey.

Moses: Our theory is he's too embarrassed to bring anyone home because he lives with his parents.

Xander: You guys make it seem like I'm some loser that lives in the basement! …I live in the attic.

Ophelia: Haha

Ophelia: You've gotta make decent money, why don't you get your own place?

Xander: My parents had me when they were a little older. They're elders now, so I want to be there to help them out around the house.

Drew: Doesn't hurt that they live in a mansion.

Xander: Definitely.

Ophelia: Didn't realize I was rubbing elbows with Tartosa's elite!

Drew: I'll give him this, the Pappas family has money and influence around here, but Xander doesn't act like a rich asshole. Just a regular asshole.

Xander: That's the nicest thing they've ever said about me!

Drew: If you're looking to get back out there, I know tons of single girls. Or guys. Or others.

Ophelia: If this is you asking my orientation, I'm pan, so those all apply, but right now I just want to focus on having fun and making money.

Xander: Sounds like a good plan to me!

Xander: Chopsticks aren't so easy after all, are they, Lemon? Ophelia: Eat a fanoo, Pappas. Xander: gasp Forbidden words, in front of your parents? Kids these days! Ophelia: Guys, can you make Xander part of our metaphorical family so you can disown him?

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #drew #moses

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Bookstore 2

Warnings: None as yet.

Summary: A mysterious strangers comes to your bookstore.

Character: Jorah Mormont (Modern AU)

This is for my Jorah Bean, they know who they are ;) and to anyone else who likes this teddy bear. Darkness to come, promised. As well, as usual, as I so desperately beg of you, please let me know what you think. Love!

Cardinal’s Cafe is busy as you wait in line for your noon time cappuccino. You hoped to take a longer break from the store as your eyes were starting to get tired from squinting at your weekly sales spreadsheet. You could just go upstairs to your apartment above the shop but that only made it harder to go back.

You step up and take your mug from Doris. You forgot you said ‘for here’. You’re stuck now and there’s nowhere to sit. You back up and look around, drawn by subtle movement to your right. You glance over as your name lilts off the man’s tongue.

“I’ve a seat available if you don’t mind the company,” Jorah offers as he stands, an open palm towards the other chair at the table for two.

“Only if you don’t mind,” you answer sheepishly, “it’s packed in here, huh?”

“Please,” he comes around and pulls out the chair for you. It’s not entirely peculiar in the town of retirees.

You place your cup down and sit as his fingers unintentionally brush your sleeve. He steps around you and resumes his seat across from you, framing the saucer beneath his cup with his long fingers. You warm your hands against the sides of the porcelain mug and sniff as you look out the window.

“I was on my way to the shop actually,” he intones, drawing your attention back, “I finished the books. I think I underestimated my free time.”

“Oh? Any good?”

“The first was a fun romp but the second… not entirely a satisfying end,” he takes a sip of his black tea, “do you know if the food is any good here?”

“That’s kind of a subjective question but I don’t mind it. I tend to go more for the bakery but… I’m cutting back on all that.”

“Sweet tooth?”

“Deadly,” you confirm and dare a sip of your cappuccino, carefully not to singe your tongue.

“How about Medley’s? The restaurant?”

“It’s not bad,” you nod, “I mean, there’s not much choice around here, is there? As long as you have a strong stomach.”

“Oh?”

“It’s also the deli and they butcher their own meat. They’re hardly shy about it.”

“Ah, I will keep that in mind.”

“Pretty slow everywhere here,” you say, “I hope you’re serious about retirement.”

“Slow is nice. Safe,” he says as he leans back and fixes his lapel, “how did you end up here?”

You smile, “how do you know I’m not from here?”

“That could be an answer.”

You take another drink and eye the coffee cake in the display, wondering if it’s worth it to get up and order. “My grandmother owned the shop before me. Put my name on it herself. She needed a caretaker and I just finished uni at the time.” He listens intently, planting his elbow on the table and steepling his fingers beneath his chin, the soft fuzz grazing along his fingertips, “she had a couple years left but they were rough.”

“I’m sorry,” he says mournfully, “I know how hard loss can be.”

“It’s life,” you swallow your emotion. “I’m sure you know. What about you? You got a family in tow? A partner?”

His cheek dimples and he pulls his hands apart, showing his left and wiggling his bare ring finger, “never got to that part. Just me. Lonely old man.”

“Free,” you correct him, “means you can just do whatever you want.”

“And you? Are you… free?”

Your brows nearly meet as you consider his question. It’s harmless. At least twenty years between you, he’s being polite. Like Ruth does when she asks about your love life. If you can call it that.

“Was in something long-distance for a while. Didn’t wanna leave the shop so that’s that,” you tap your fingers on the handle of your mug, “so guess I am too.”

“We should start a club,” he kids, “we don’t have to quilt or anything.”

You can’t help but chuckle and give another longing look to the case of cakes and pastries. Your mouth waters and you drown the temptation with a taste of espresso.

“Looks good,” he comments and you guiltily retract your stare.

“What?”

“The cake.”

“Like I said, cutting back.”

“Yes, you did, but it’s okay to still have some.”

“Don’t tempt me, please.”

“Ah, but it’s fun,” his blue eyes gleam.

You shake your head, “really, I’m not–”

“Oh, you must be the new one,” you’re interrupted as Diane blusters over from the counter, “well, look at you. How dashing, you are!”

You look up as she gives a flirty smile and slurps from the plastic lid. Diane’s the type to fill the shop with her voice as she recounts the filthiest gossip. You glance at Jorah as he maintains a courteous veneer.

“Hello,” he says evenly.

“But I see you’ve already hopped on the young one,” she sneers, “bit old, aren’t ya?”

“Di,” you warn, “we’re just talking.”

“Right, right, I’ve not even introduced myself. Diane. I run the local book club and the founder’s lodge.”

“Founder’s lodge?” Jorah wonders though hardly sounded interested.

“Yes, very exclusive. We arrange local events. We’ve had art installations and the like. We also run the Christmas market.”

“Fun,” he muses dully and empties his cup.

“You didn’t tell me your name, handsome?”

“You’ve not stopped talking about yourself long enough to let me,” he stands and wipes his mouth with a napkin, “if you’d excuse us, we were having a conversation before you waltzed in. I’m certain you’ve got some important task to do for the Founder’s Lodge or what have you.”

“Why I– Oh, feisty.”

“If you would,” he gestures past her, “I’d like to get through.”

“I am being polite, sir, the least you can do is tell me your name,” she says, aghast.

“Polite isn’t interrupting a stranger, now if you would kindly move, I would like to claim that last slice of cake,” he waits only a moment before stepping around her decisively.

She juts her jaw out at the affront and scoffs. Her eyes fall on you and she sniffs, “hm, he must be rich, eh? Just like nana.”

She spins, spilling some coffee on herself as she storms towards the door. There’s some chatter as the door chimes and you peek over at Jorah as he stands unaffected in line, coolly taking out his wallet as he moves up to the till. Well, you don’t expect you’ll be hosting any book club meetings at the shop soon.

#jorah mormont #drabble #dark jorah mormon #jorah mormont x reader #dark!jorah mormont #game of thrones #au #dark drabble #dark!drabble #modern au #series

[writingmochi]

what do ur moots remind you of?! (ex. places, color, song, etc)

lissie: hey anon! sorry for the late reply! I'll try my best to answer your question because this will be long...

@kookthief : the setting summer sun that is a body of ocean away going down beyond the horizon from where you can see from the beach. maybe because ellie has mentioned the summer i turn pretty tons of times, seeing photos of the sunset by a beach reminds me of her!

@ujunxverse: the strobing lights in a small concert venue where an alternative rock band is playing. viv's music taste and little mentions of music she listens to give me recommendations for more artists to listen to in the future. i also realize that our music taste venn diagram is more connected than i realized (cassiopea, have a nice life, radiohead, etc)

@heartandfangs: the narrow aisle of a warm-colored old bookstore. i think because of how amazingly P writes her stories it makes me think of that. one shelf is apocalyptic (the world ends with you) and another is erotica (i owe you and not if it's you)

@euphor1a: the smell of freshly baked vanilla cake in a pastel bakery on the corner of the street block. i mentioned to aleyna how she reminded me of sugar cookies before. with this, i'm expanding what i said before to the whole bakery :D

@jeongwins: an aesthetic-looking list on letterboxd. i know it seems random, but the way lin writes reviews for fics they recommend is how a film critic writes a review for a movie. in a way, it also shows the people what kind of fics they like and how others can expect from the fics by their reviews, just like how people on letterboxd make list for movies they like aesthetically or story wise

@s-ngh8n: open parasols on the sandy beach with the glittering waves in the distance. kinda like their name, lemon has a sense of freshness that i can't fully articulate using adjectives. so, here i am using a description to fully said what i meant

@boba-beom: xing fu tang's brown sugar boba milk tea. other than the boba theme being similar, smiles to me seems very refreshing and warm in the way she speaks and interacts with yours truly

@dim-sun: a cottagecore-themed pixel art. probably because zu had one of them for their banner one time, but every time i found a forest pixel art, it always reminds me of them...

@it-rains-blue: a rupi kaur-style book full of short stories. condensed yet emotionally rich, that is what the vibe of yerin's writing feels like for me. her range also contributes to it as short stories in one book can make you feel so many emotions; throwing the book against the wall or seeing tears fell on the pages from how it got you to feel.

@heart2beom: the smell of salted popcorn as you sit inside the cinema seats. another random one but jazmine makes me feel that way. i haven't read much of her work but i know that it'll give me a good time just like a good movie does.

@tyunlatte: a litter of kittens walking towards you as you sit on the carpeted floor of a cat cafe. seeing illustrations of cats reminds me of alex so much + the cafe aspect is definitely the kind of vibe if i open her blog. you're always in for a treat!

@lovejoshua: the colors: rose quartz and serenity. iykyk ;) but in all seriousness, i'm happy to see svt's content in my timeline from time to time because of ilem (literally every time i wake up and check the blr, it's gonna be either josh or seungcheol gifs. and i am in for that)

@junniieesbby: an emoji of a heart. as her previous moniker for her time as anon, every time i see a heart of any kind, both the symbol heart or a heart that looks accurate anatomically, it reminds me of angie!

@hanniejie: the song "can you feel the sunshine?" from the video game sonic r. using the sol as their aesthetic, lex gives of a very warm and optimistic vibe whenever i see their name or username, kinda like this song whenever i play them.

@txt-yaomi: ateez's yunho. ever since i learned that sof ults him, i kinda feel almost the same vibe between the two of them. both can be calm and excitedly chaotic at any time >.<

@talesofyuan: a shelf full of multi-volume manga series. remembering yuan's dream as a mangaka, every time i see a manga illustration, it always reminds me of her.

@choistick: the words "Musik" and "Kunst" . knowing where she comes from, thinking about saph really makes me want to revive my knowledge of the german language after not using it since i graduated high school lmao guten tag saph!

@robin-obsessed: txt's hueningkai being the ningdungie that she is, lee gives off the same vibe as hyuka whenever i think of her + her tumblr banner and discord username don't help either in making me think that she and kai are connected in some way...

#message to the moon #messenger: anonymous #games with the moon

[oumaheroes]

WIP

Digging through my folders found me this, a WIP I'd started for Cake's birtday before spiralling off into other ones. I had vague notions for it, and although I don't have plans to continue anytime soon it deserves to have a spot in my archives just in case I lose it again

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‘Sorry, were you-?’

‘No no, go ahead.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Oh no, I shouldn’t have been there anyway. Just waiting for someone.’

‘Ah.’ Gabriel slides up to the coffee machine and sticks out his hand to the man he just moved, ‘Gabriel. Hello, by the way.’

‘Arthur.’

Arthur’s hands are rough. His handshake is firm, a solid squeeze of Gabriel’s fingers and a single jerk down that feels familiar in its assuredness. He knew someone who shook like that before, he thinks. Someone long, long ago.

‘Lovely to meet you.’

‘Likewise.’

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‘So, how did it go?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘Your interview.’

‘Ah, that.’ Gabriel smiles and leans against the counter, ‘I’m surprised you remembered.’

Arthur shrugs dismissively but looks pleased, ‘Labouring, wasn’t it?’

‘Building, specifically.’ Gabriel looks out of the communal dining hall’s windows to the grassy flatlands beyond. Perfect location, perfect weather- there was a whole estate planned. Two men jog in the distance around the marked-out area, one thin one thick and both almost white blonde, and Gabriel watches the steady pump pump pump of their arms, ‘I wanted to try for site manager but I went for regular construction in the end.’

Arthur hesitates, ‘And?’

‘I got it. Start tomorrow.’

‘Congrats.’ Arthur does not do public displays of emotion. Gabriel has known him long enough to know this, and easily catches Arthur’s arm twitch as if to reach for him. It is over in a second and it stays safely where it is, crossed over his chest. ‘I said you had no reason to be nervous. They always need people.’

Gabriel laughs, ‘Yeah, I know.’

‘And you’re really good.’

‘Thanks, Art.’

‘What are you thanking me for? It’s true. Should have gone for the manager like I told you to.’

Gabriel snorts and looks down into his mug. Coffee still tastes the same, still wrong. ‘I don’t mind. All I really wanted has already happened.’

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‘When did you decide to come to Earth?’ Gabriel’s hands are in the grass, knuckles curled down to the soil. It is hard and cool, the earth shaded by the tall, thick tree at his back, ‘Was it long?’

On his ladder, Arthur lets out a breath and looks up at the sky. ‘I don’t know. It feels like forever.’

 They are in his gardens, the ones he keeps just for fun. Outside of the crop fields and orchards which take up most of his time, as wide and long as they could go and lined with glittering greenhouses, Arthur is to be found here: small scrabbled patches of the beautifully useless. Green islands along the edges, filled with flowers that would poison, bushes that would not bear fruit. Things that were grown for the sake of it alone, plants which had no purpose other than to please. Done in his own time the colony leaders could not argue with him doing so.

Gabriel had a feeling that even if they did, Arthur wouldn’t listen.

‘We learnt about Earth at school.’ Arthur adds, returning to his work. He stretches his arms into the heart of the branches and continues to prune, ‘My planet isn’t all that far away in the grand scheme of the Diaspora. But I didn’t want to go truly until I was fifteen.’

‘What happened then?’

Arthur looks embarrassed. He touches the outdated e-tab he always keeps by his side, hung in a sling at his waist. ‘My home city sphere was quite large, enough so for a botanical garden. It was my first time seeing anything like this outside of a tab.’

‘Must have been nice.’

‘It was unlike anything I’d ever seen.’

Gabriel understands. Everyone on the colony does.

He shuts his eyes and breaths in deep and slow. The clouds and the leaves above create a sea of moving shadows across the inside of his eyelids, quick flashes of red like small fish. As the warm wind ruffles his hair, the start of his first ever real summer, Gabriel presses his back against the tree and lets his imagination go.

#aph england #hws england #aph portugal #hws portugal #hws #aph #hetalia #heroes wips #big forehead kiss for anyone who knows what AU this comes from