#mob monday ish

[sylvctica]

   𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒

favorite color(s): pastels my beloved ... honestly i kinda feel like a hodgepodge of colours i like, though i err on the side of warm colours + pastels overall.

favorite flavor(s): uhh god, i like seafood flavours (most of them), spicy foods pending on the spice type (like samyang korean noodles are fcking GREAT). otherwise i'm kinda flexible in what flavours i enjoy.

favorite genres: fantasy w/action either sprinkled in or the primary focus. anything focused on mythology or the study of the divine (in terms of monsters / gods) etc etc. comedy and parodies are pretty high up too, but obviously comedy can be rlly hit and miss.

favorite music: edm / trance, i grew up on artists like armin van buuren and ATB. rock is also pretty high, and honestly i've gotten into girl kpop bands semi recently thanks to a friend who played (g)i-dle and newjeans enough for me to start listening myself (i even picked up one of new jean's albums).

favorite movie(s): audible squeaky sounds ... promare is pretty high up ... i am mother from netflix, men in black was good. nausicaa .. hm. honestly my memory for movies isn't all that good, i will remember them if someone puts the movie in front of me but otherwise for long-term memory its kinda filtered out.

favorite series: mob psycho 100, mairimashita! iruma-kun, stargate sg-1, stargate atlantis, bleach, futurama, and if we count games ... ace attorney, fire emblem, pokemon, dragon age / mass effect.

last song: sumeru ost collection.

last series: m.a.s.h (ish?), sometimes i just put it on as background noise and listen in (alongside judge judy).

last movie: man from toronto since my parents were playing it one night and i tuned in to watch.

currently reading: a study in scarlet by sir arthur conan doyle.

currently watching: seven deadly sins.

currently working on: torn across projects and games, mostly ... learning to do 3d sculpting off my ipad since i found an application for it, so that'll probably be my focus for a bit, otherwise some commissions / art i owe.

tagged by: @afacere (MWAH) tagging: you!!!! if u wanna save this for a monday or just wanna talk cool things :]

#[ as a non movie or tv shows person this took my braincells LMAO ] #[ my favourite series is hyperspecific youtube documentaries ] #[ HFSDNFSHDFN ] #[ dont mind me taking men in black i liked that one too ] #OOC // AID TALKS. #OOC // DASH GAMES.

[empyreanwritings]

ITSSSSS BAAACCCKKKKKKKK MOB MONDAY HAS RETURNED!!! So happy to see a highlight of my life making a comeback, just what I needed right now. So, for my first request, may I ask for a mob Yelena/Wanda where they are at an event and some arsehole is being offensiv and phobic over W+Y due to where they are from/their accents (probs including owning money that doesn’t belong to them, that degree of awfulness) etc and before they can even think of taking care of them, lo and behold their sweet, shy, quiet girl turns 360, defending them and destroying the prick, cursing and shouting and ready to harm them (ready to take either Wanda or Yelena’s gun XD), if They’ve never seen this side of her. Thank you so much ☺️ x

Comments about your loves got under your skin more often than not, but you never acted on it before. Wanda always assured you that she was used to them, and Yelena said she could handle bigots herself. It was their way of keeping you away from a fight as much as possible because if anything happened to their sweet, sweet girl, they’d kill every man in the room and not regret a single thing. 

You weren’t entirely aware of your actions until the room grew quiet. Your fists grabbed the front of the man’s shirt and pulled him so close to you, you could press your nose against his. He smelled of whiskey and cheap aftershave, which was his first offense. His second offense was mouthing off about Yelena and Wanda when they weren’t around to defend themselves. Especially in your presence. 

“You want to say that again for me?” You hissed. “Because I don’t think I could hear you, you filthy fucking-” 

“Enough,” Yelena whispered in your ear. You were suddenly aware of her hand on your elbow. “He’s not worth it.” 

“I think it is!” You shoved his backwards, letting him topple towards his chair. “Tell them what you said to me. Go on, tell them! Or is your dick so small that you can’t talk shit about people to their faces?” 

Wanda maneuvered around the table and wrapped her hand around your free arm. She looked above your head at Yelena, who seemed just as surprised about your outburst. For years, they focused on keeping you as far away from danger as possible; they didn’t want their life to corrupt you. They never expected that your temper could be just as awful at theirs. 

You watched the man scramble to his feet and make a beeline for the door. You made a step to stop him, but they held you back. The last thing they needed was for you to make a scene outside of the gala. Cops were willing to overlook private events, but they couldn’t ignore you beating the shit out of someone on a public sidewalk. 

“Everything is okay!” Yelena reassured the crowd with a smile. “Please, go back to your festivities! The auction will begin momentarily.” She turned back to Wanda and mumbled, “Take her upstairs and let her cool down. I’ll be up in a moment.” 

As the anger started to leave your body, you realized what a horrifying mistake you made. You started to rattle of apologies to Wanda as she guided you up the steps, but she shook her head and shushed you. She wasn’t mad at you. In fact, she thought your reaction was hot. She was only taking you away from the gala to help you calm down. 

And, well, maybe do a few other things to thank you for standing up for them. 

#mob monday ish #mob!yelena #mob!wanda #yelena belova x reader x wanda maximoff #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #yelena belova imagine #wanda maximoff imagine

[whumpinator]

Garwin of Gen-future

A new series is the cure for brain-block right?

Warnings: Non-human whumpee-ish, lab whump, abandonment, manhandling. 

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Around the warehouse rattled a deadly silence. Surrounded by the still bodies of the people he’d defeated, Garwin turned to the coms. 

“I’ve finished. Does anyone need back-up?”

There was silence. Where once Garwin had vaguely heard the loud and chaotic sounds of battle, there now rang nothing. Where was the flash of Aza Star’s power beams? The thuds of Spear’s weapons finding their target? Where were the lively shouts of his teammates mocking their enemies, playfully quipping each other, groaning in pain or trilling in victory. 

“This is Garwin, I repeat does anyone need back-up?”

They were heroes. Anything out of the norm was a bad sign. Gently poking a knocked-out henchman with his toe, Gar hurried off to investigate. 

He used the dark tones of his bottle-blue skin to blend in with the shadows, his pointy ears twitching for any signs of trap or capture. He’d been holding off the back-up that the main boss had called in, fighting outside the doors. He was surprised to find the interior of the warehouse was smaller than he expected and mainly in full view. A few crates were piled up against the dusty walls. An office which would have looked over the workers. That was it. And no sign of his team, whom he had seen rushing in through those huge metal doors. It wasn’t like them to just abandon him without a word. He looked more closely. 

There were black streaks upon the wall, an indication that someone (or several someone’s) had been fried where Diadamondra had cast her flames. A trident lay scattered on the floor. Spears carried three. And everywhere were the tell-tale scorch marks of Aza Star, the team leader. 

And laying upon the floor, at Garwin’s feet, was Orbita’s Day watch. 

Orbita had a lot of time pieces. Their Minute digital watch. Their Century hourglass. Their Advent pocket watch. Their hourly candle. It was rare that they’d just leave this lying about. Garwin picked it up, staring for a second, watching the sun handle click from Monday, to Tuesday on the face. 

One Day. 

So engrossed was Garwin with staring at the watch, completely bewildered, that he failed to recognise the second wave of forces gathering behind the open doors. It was only as the sound of the trigger click did he realise. 

And then he reacted. 

The first missile he narrowly dodged. Staying low to the ground, he whirled to the perpetrator, clawed hands digging into the gravel as he went for them. 

“Try again!” he grunted, breaking their nose with a simple kick. Hell broke loose as they all went for him. 

The first few he managed to take down easily, demon tail whipping with a vengeance as he was attacked from behind. Those who swung from the front were met with clawed fists and, failing that, sharp teeth. 

“Hide-and-Seek’s over team, can I get some help over here?” 

Someone got leverage on his side. 

“Some help?” 

The radio was knocked out of his ear with a stinging slap. 

“Please!” 

With ten sets of arms wrapped around his, a henchman grabbed him by his hair and pulled him into a kneel, wrapping his legs in chains. His elbows were strung together next and bound around his torso as someone pressed a wire muzzle to his face. Fully immobilised, Garwin thought that might be the end of it. But instead, the mob drew back to enjoy the sight of the hero getting kicked on the ground, again and again. 

Curling as best he could into the concrete, Garwin tried to protect his face and ribcage from the attack. But he could begin to smell the blood and leather, hot aching pain springing up all over him. 

Where was his team?

“That is quite enough.”

The henchmen turned around. A slim figure, in a black lab coat stepped forward, his intense, violet eyes looking at Garwin curiously. Drumming his fingernails together, he stepped closer to observe the figure on the floor. The people around him moved back wordlessly, even their body language subservient. 

“Garwin, from the superhero group known as Gen-Future. Forgive me for using your first name, I always found it interesting that you never chose an alias.” 

The hero narrowed his eyes at him. This was the leader then. The one they’d been trying to find. 

“Now, Garwin, I would love to talk more with you, in my laboratory that is.”

“I don’t really go to the guy’s house on the first date, maybe we can chat nearby at a local pub.” 

A small smirk twitched on the man’s face. 

“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you-” 

“Fan behaviour” Garwin replied automatically. He was starting to get the feeling that this interaction wasn’t going to go his way. He was writhing pathetically in his restraints, more than eager to get out and start swinging. 

The villain’s face dropped and a scowl appeared as he stepped closer to Garwin. He gently rolled him onto his back, stepping onto his shoulder to look the hero in the eyes. 

“Why don’t we get serious, Garwin?” 

“Yeah, why don’t we!” Garwin spat back. “For one, you can tell me where my fucking team is and get them back here, unhurt, in front of me. After that, I’m more than happy to negotiate.” 

He met the piercing violet stare without flinching, more serious than his usual self. Even as the heel of the leader’s boot ground into his bone, he didn’t blink. 

After a hefty sigh the villain removed his shoe. He turned his back and motioned to the henchmen. 

“I don’t negotiate with demons.” 

And before Garwin could protest, a sack was shoved over his head and he was thrown over the shoulder of someone who took no notice of his shouted protests. And he was hauled off into the dark night with no-one left on the earth to search for him, or wonder where he was. 

#Garwin of Gen-Future #hero whump #non-human whumpee #my ocs #my writing #lab whump #whump story #manhandling #defiant whumpee

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 5

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, dirty talk, blackmail, cursing, conspiracy.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @lilred91 , @auawdo @bayley-no-friends @lustyromantic

Notes: Finally is smut time 😏...To catch up with the previous chapters just hit my Masterlist! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I keep staring at Roman, looking for any signs that he might be joking, but to my surprise, he wasn’t.

“You’re dead serious about this, aren’t you?” I whispered

“Of course I am! I’m not a man who play games Y/N, I know what I want so I go for it. And I want you ever since you stepped a foot inside of this house”

“I-I...I can be fired for this! If someone finds out...”

“They won’t, as long as you keep your pretty mouth shut, baby”

“If I do it, are you really going to forget the tracker incident?” I sincerely ask

“Yes. You can even take it with you, if you want” He smiles and I quickly put the tracker inside my leather jacket side pocket.

“So, the tracker never happened?” I sighed in relief

“What tracker?” He smirked before kissing me roughly

Roman pulls me up by my ass so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He holds me up with one arm as the other tossed all the contents upon his big oak desk to the floor, including a MacBook.

Roman sat me on the desk, sliding off my jacket from my shoulders and throwing it across the room.

I pulled Roman closer to me by his gold chain, deepening the kiss, devouring his soft full lips until he stepped back to catch his breath.

“Fuck baby, you’re surreal” Roman says while taking my t-shirt off, unclasping my bra and getting rid of my jeans and panties

“Take it off” I murmured tugging on his t-shirt and jeans

Roman obliged, standing in front of me with nothing but his boxer briefs on and I take the opportunity to sink my hand inside of it and pump his incredible length.

“Oh, you’re mean. You’re so fucking mean” He’s intention was to laugh, but he ended up moaning instead.

I nodded with a giggle “And I’m going to enjoy this” I squeeze his dick slightly

“Yeah? You’re gonna claim this dick?” He asked, sucking on my bottom lip.

I smile at him, finally pulling him out of his boxers, aiming so that my spit could fall upon his shaft. I successfully hit my target and slowly spread the wetness all over his length.

Roman locks his gaze with mine, licking the pad of his thumb and pressing it on my clit, circulating around the nub with such ease.

“I like this dirty side of you” He chuckled amused “So much better than your Mrs. Righteous one” Roman said and increased the pressure upon my bundle of nerves, making me moan loudly

“Oh, that’s the best sound I’ve ever heard! Do it again, baby” He coos and I obliged

“Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck me right now” I panted

Roman smirked “So eager to take this cock, aren’t you baby girl?”

“Yes, please”

His eyes were firmly glued to mine as he entered my core, sweetly stretching my walls.

“Oh you’re big, you’re so big” I moan, closing my wrist around his gold chain tugging it down

“You like a big cock, don’t you? I can see you do baby ‘cuz you take me so well. This tight little pussy can take so much, fuck”

He thrust into me slowly so I can get used to his size.

“Faster” I panted

Big, strong hands roamed up on my body. One lightly squeezing my neck while the other had a tight grip on my hair, pulling on it by the scalp as an incessant sound of hard and persistent pounding filled up the room.

“Oh, you fuck me so good” I whispered

“How could I not? This is such good pussy” Roman grinned

The pacing became more calculated, slower even, but with sharper harder and deeper thrusts that made him reach my cervix.

My arms circled around his neck, closing it on a tight grip. I needed him closer, I needed every part of my skin glued to his own. I needed that connection, that feeling of having someone there for you, someone you could get attached to, even if it was for a couple of minutes in a fantasy world. It’s been so long since I’ve felt that human touch that I almost forgot what it felt like.

Roman throws his arms around my waist, taking me off the table and laid me down on the floor, upon the rug.

His broad body hovering mine creating a shelter around me, his warm tanned skin made me feel secure, comfortable even. Safe. And I couldn’t help it to think about everything that happened to me in the past.

“Don’t go there” He whispered on my ear, pulling me back from my trance.

Was when I noticed his pacing became almost unnoticeable..lazy..slow..

“What?” I murmured

“I said don’t go there, is not good for you and you know that” He delicately brushed a strand of hair away from my face

“What the fuck are talking about? You don’t even know me” I panted

“You’re overthinking Y/N, don’t do that baby. Stay here with me, focus on what’s happening right now, focus on us and leave all that shit behind”

Roman kissed me so softly that I swore I almost gave in.

Almost.....

“Is that all you got Casanova? Whispering sweet nothings to me? Sorry, but that won’t work because” I pulled him down by his chain and whispered in his ear “I like it rough” Slightly nibbling it.

He smirked deviously while sliding out of me “Turn around, baby and spread your legs”

I obliged, curious as to what he would do, but it didn’t took me long to find out.

Quickly entering my core again, he positioned his body between my legs, hands securing my hips to the floor as he took his cock all the way out, just leaving the tip in and then

“Oh fuck” I gasped when he sharply entered, beginning a merciless thrusting rhythm.

“Yes, yes, yes” I mumbled

“God, you love it like this, don’t you baby?” Roman grunts pulling my hair back until I arched my back in a way I was sure it would break me.

“Yes, sir” I grinned widely

“Fuck” He chuckled amused

“I want more, please give me more” I begged

“You like it that much, huh?” Roman turned up his pace violently

“YES! Just like that, keep doing that, please don’t stop” I whined

His lips covered mine, the best way he could, for a rough kiss

“You know, deep down I wished you were a cock whore, but baby, you’re beyond that! You’re addicted to it, aren’t you? Addicted to a cock buried balls deep in your tight little pussy, stretching it, claiming it” He moaned

I nodded “Only if it’s a good cock like yours, Mr. Reigns” I purred and slid back as much as I could to meet his thrusts

“Yes baby, just like that. Take that cock” He snarled

“I’m gonna come, fuuuck it feels so good” I shivered

“Come baby, come all over my cock”

I obliged coating his member with my juices as I felt him quickly pulling out and hot ropes of white cum landed on my butt cheeks.

“Fuck” We both sighed

“Nice game, man” He laughed and slapped my ass playfully

“Shut up” Rolling my eyes I felt my cheeks already turning red from embarrassment

“You know Y/N, I was thinking-“

A brief knock on the door made him stop

“What?” He shortly asked

“Mr. Reigns sorry to bother you, but we have a situation-“

“I’m busy! Deal with it” Roman quickly said, not even letting the man finish

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple, sir”

Furiously getting up from the floor, he puts his boxers back on and go to the door, opening it just slightly, to make sure the man wouldn’t see me there, laid down on my naked glory.

After a few minutes of mumbling, Roman returned and began to get dressed

“We got a problem, baby” He quickly said, pulling his t-shirt back on

“What is it?”

“Your boss is here” Roman was now zipping up his jeans “And he brought a team with him”

“A team?” I asked confused

“Search team” He tossed my t-shirt and jeans to me. Smiling when he found my lace panties, shoving it on his jeans pocket.

“To search for what?” I ask

“You. He’s looking for you Y/N. Apparently you’ve gone missing since Monday”

“What?” I whispered

TO BE CONTINUED

Please let me know your thoughts on this series so far, feedbacks are always nice and appreciated 🥰❤️

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #illicitus series #masochist writes

[mrs-hollandstan]

Hey I just want to say I love your page! All your stories are insane 🖤🖤 Could I make a request.. Listen to Charlie Puth’s new song, ‘mother’ and do a short series or a small blurb for Tom Holland. I recently listen to it and thought of Mob Tom, don’t know why😂

OKAY! I have a few things to say. 1. I don't know if you'll be happy with this and idk if this is what you were looking for but I love how this turned out lol. 2. I fucking L O V E the idea of cocky mob!Tom. 3. I know that there's a few different ways to interpret that song,, but my first thought was sexy sexy. 4. Minor NSFW below lolololololol

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"Are you sure you're a CEO and not some crime boss?" Your mother seems to joke but you know she's half serious. Tom however, just laughs and this is the first time you're seeing him in a light-ish outfit. He'd settled for a white, short-sleeved button up and black jeans, something that's supposed to seem "lax from the the everyday work suit", but rather than the black and white of a suit from a desk job, he normally wore all black and carried a furrowed brows appearance as he bossed men around for the exact job your mom seemed to assume he did, 

"Mrs. Y/L/N, I can assure you I work for Bodecker Inc. Monday through Friday and sometimes even Saturdays while your daughter is here with the best of the best. The men you see outside and sometimes in here are just for the safety of us seeing that Charles Greene from across town has his hand in things he shouldn't and I've been followed home a number of times." He diverts, quite well might you add. She glances at you, watching you stare up at your boyfriend with such love and adoration that she just has to believe you both. Tom seems like a proper gentleman anyways. She chews the inside of her cheek for a moment before she gives a half nod and turns, purse dangling from her hand as she heads for the door and you disconnect from Tom's side to see her out to her car. 

Tom disappears as you escort her out, closing her car door for her once she warns you to be safe one last time, followed by, "he is much better than the last one you brought around" and a kiss to your cheek. You wave her goodbye before slowly walking back up to the front door, closing it behind you. Tom leans against the kitchen doorway as you're about to pass, 

"If your mother knew all the things we do, all the things I do to her daughter, she'd keep me so far from you." He tells you with a cocky smile. You stand across from him, quirking an eyebrow, 

"Oh yeah? What exactly do you do to her daughter Mr. Holland, CEO of Bodecker Inc?" He chuckles low in his throat, moving towards you. Backing you against the wall, he stares down at you, 

"Lying to her was one thing. I didn't want to do that but she would 100% take you from me and," he reaches out, brushing your dress up your thigh and dipping his hand into your panties, pressing his fingers against your already slick clit, "I can't give up bringing you amples of pleasure darling." You grasp the door jam, glancing down at his wrist, watching the tendons beneath the skin move as he presses and rubs you, 

"Fuck…" You murmur. He chuckles again, drawing his fingers from you. He raises an eyebrow,

"I do have work to do on this lovely Saturday evening for the firm." Is all he states. Your knees nearly give out and a wheeze escapes you as he brushes his fingers past his lips, sucking them for a moment with his eyes locked in yours. You try and catch your breath as he climbs the stairs and you can hear his dark laughter, 

"Motherfucker… I think I need to make a call to my mother and tell her what you do. Maybe I need her to snap me the fuck out of being with a tease." His laughter continues again before he calls down to you, 

"Well one, there's no firm to do work for and two, I didn't say you weren't invited." Appearing around the corner you stare up at him. He smiles down at you, "You're always invited to my parties baby." He purrs. Swallowing your tongue, you start the climb to the stairs watching him play with the button on his jeans. You pass him, headed for your bedroom when he reaches out and sways your ass, 

"If only your mother knew what a dirty whore her little girl was." He growls. You glance back at him, watching him raise his eyebrows quickly, narrowing his eyes,

"Don't see you complaining asshole." He chuckles once more, 

"Darling, my life is built on lies and destruction. You're my favorite thing to destroy." He informs, following you to your bedroom and slamming the door behind him. 

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #my writing #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x oc #tom holland x yn #mob!tom #mob!au #mob au #mobster #mob #mob!tomfic #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland #mobster!tom #mobster!au #blurbs #tom holland blurb #tom holland blurbs

[fractallogic]

It’s the Sunday night before the first Monday of a job I enjoy but oh boy we’re still getting Sunday night feels HARD

(Maybe because I’m going to go to campus to work for the first time tomorrow so that I can kinda orient myself and I’m just like. Wow. I have no idea how to do anything at this new school and I don’t have an exhausting orientation to help me??? Plis??? So maybe it’s the anxiety talking)

(Also goddammit it’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow and potentially also all day Tuesday, which is why I have never wanted to live in the PNW and on Tuesday I won’t be able to wake up very slowly and sit under my sun lamp!! Because I’m sitting in on a seminar because idk anything about speech perception!! And it starts at 10 AM!! AAAAAA)

So yeah anyway I have to remember that my building is like, on the very edge of campus, which is great for parking (cheapest parking pass baybeeee) and also makes me feel better about covid, because not a lot of people should be constantly mobbing in and out (lol k self), but is also almost as far away from the linguistics buildings and the library as I can get, so I have to balance my covid anxiety with my New Place New People anxiety and I would like to at LEAST spend the time from post-breakfast to lunch-ish there before the anxiety starts hitting hard… so anyway that’s probably the reason I’ve been sitting on the couch for half an hour going “uggghhhh I don’t WANT to go to bed I want to watch another episode of the office even though I’ve been yawning and prepared for bed for over an hour now”

So. Wow. The being around people thing. It’s pretty bad. I guess maybe I should try to get on a waitlist for a therapist again. And I need to schedule a body-dr appointment too because I need refills on prescriptions. And I need to take my insurance to the pharmacy next week so that I can actually fill all my prescriptions without breaking the bank.

But I won’t do that tomorrow, I’ll just put that all down on my list, because the priority for tomorrow is getting out of the house and into my office and finding the buildings and rooms I’m supposed to be in on a regular basis and trying not to freak out too bad. I’ll do morning pages in the morning while I’m in bed because that’s been nice. I’ll have breakfast. I’ll make some fishmug tea because it will be dreary and I need ANYTHING PLEASE GOD to lift my spirits. I’ll pack my umbrella. I’ll pack a stale granola bar for a snack. I’ll pack my computer and water and notebook and pens and planners and headphones. I’ll take some propranolol. And then I’ll be out the door, because that’s how we go to work and be around people.

YIKES. YIKES YIKES YIKES. the anxiety is bad. It’s not Sunday feels it’s just anxiety. Okay. We’re going to live. We’ll take a shower and hug the cat and we’ll live.

[alleanafire]

Sebastian Stan

Grabby Hands @buckyblues

Seb Ask You To Move In @evanstan-hoe

Summary: You guys have been dating for a while, and you spend all your time at Sebastian's place when he's in town, so he asks you to move in with him.

Feminine Touches @evanstan-hoe

Sebastian Stan (+ Characters) @worldofmarvelfics

Praise Kink (18+)(Mob!Seb) @sinner-as-saint

Very Frustrated (18+)(Mob!Seb) @sinner-as-saint

Bad Reputation (18+)(Mob!Seb) @sinner-as-saint

Summary: You work as a bartender at one of the many bars owned by the biggest, most respected mob in the city; Sebastian Stan. And one night, things get... interesting.

Police Chief's Kid (Mob!Seb) @sinner-as-saint

Needy While He Works (18+)(Mob!Seb) @sinner-as-saint

You Can Be My Full Time Daddy (Sugar Daddy!Sebastian)(18+) @sinner-as-saint

Mistake Of Names (18+ish) @sinner-as-saint

Adore You (18+)(Professor!Sebastian) @sinner-as-saint

Summary: A couple of years after graduating university, one day you come across one of your professors. The one you had a huge crush on... and needless to say, things get interesting.

Illicit Affairs (18+)(Mob!Sebastian x Nanny!Reader) @sinner-as-saint

Summary: You work for the city's most feared and respected mob boss, Sebastian. Sure, he has a bad reputation on the news, and most people would stay as far away from him as possible, but not you. Because to you, he's just the single dad whose toddlers you watch Monday through Friday. You admire the man, but holds a secret close to his heart - despite knowing you are in a relationship, he can't help but fall hopelessly in love with you...

Calling Him Daddy For The First Time (18+) @sinner-as-saint

Seb Gives Head To Virgin Girlfriend (18+) @revengingbarnes

Mob!Seb Smokin A Cigar While Punishing Reader @sinner-as-saint

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Blurb Masterlist

Main || One-shots || Series || SMAU || Blurb 2 || Edits

I realised I write a lot of blurbs and so I thought I’d put them all in once place. This is a collection from this blog and my old one (@parkerpeterholland).

This will be updated as I post. You can also track them with my tag #katiesblurbs.

KEY = HC (headcanon) || 🥀 = angst | 🌹 = Fluff | 💦 = smut |

Events

12 days of blurbmas

The interview 🌹

Plane journey (HC) 🌹

First date (HC) 🌹

Twins 🌹

Going public // part 2 🌹

The break-up 🥀

Bafta 🌹

Old-fashioned 🌹

Knitting 🌹

Make me (Mob!Tom) 💦

Marked 💦

Love and Pizza 🌹

Slow dance 🌹

Crazy in love 💦

Forget him 💦

Close the door 🌹

Valentine’s day 🌹

Perfect match 🌹

The present 🌹

Rainy day 🌹

Voice of an angel 🌹

Compliments 🌹

Supermarket 🌹

Monday Night 💦

Tease 💦

Frat!Tom // Part 2 💦

Praise me 💦

Dream // Part 2 💦

Other things 💦

Morning 💦

Adventurous 💦

Cute idiot 🌹

Tess the matchmaker 🌹

I’ve got you 🌹

Hair 🌹

Rich kid 🌹

Cute showers 🌹

Mario Kart 🌹

Interview crash 🌹

Small kick 🌹

Co-star romance 🌹

Dinner thief 🌹

Fight to Fluff 🌹

New positions 💦

Punishment 💦

It’s mutual 💦

Touch 💦

Truth or Dare 💦

Three can play that game 💦

Not all superheroes 🌹

Tom taking care of you / movie night with haz 🌹

Pet names 🌹

Love making and warm cuddles 🌹 💦

Restless 🌹

Paintball 🌹

Talk show 🌹

Tired cuddles 🌹

Library 💦

Body shots // Part 2 🥀 🌹

Birthday event 2020/2021

Stay 🌹

Best present 🌹

Good morning 💦

Surprise 🌹

Secret 🌹

Missed you 🌹 💦

Happy birthday baby 🌹

Jealousy looks good on you 💦

A boat trip (HC) 🌹

Sleep (HC) 🌹

The perfect storm 🌹

Not your fault (contains endgame spoilers) 💔

Concussed 🥀 🌹

Avenger // Part 2 🌹

Jokes 🌹 (💦ish)

Learning 💦

Perfectly imperfect 💦

Unexpected 🌹

Act cool 🌹

Love to hate 🌹

Wisdom teeth 🌹

Sunrise 🌹

Confessions 🌹

Kiss practise 🌹

Queen 🌹

Babysitting 🌹

Drawing 🌹

Stargaze 🌹

Date night 🌹

Vocal 💦

Ballet 🌹

Halloween costume 🌹

Pride Month 2021

Bi!Peter 🌹

Questioning 🌹

Birthday events

The party 🌹

Dad!Peter 🌹

Hold my hand 🌹

Call me 💦 🌹

Adorable 🌹

Drunk 🌹

Competitive 🌹

Surprise 💦

Three can play that game 💦

Rough 💦

Riding (t)high 💦

Tom taking care of you / movie night with haz 🌹

Looking after you 🌹

Running Lines 🌹

Paint fight 🌹

Nightmare before Christmas (HC) 🌹

Pottery 🌹

Period Sex 💦

Laces 🌹

Naughty or Nice 💦

Travelling with Haz 🌹

Choke me 💦

Animals 💦

Blow off some steam 💦

Pegging 💦

#my writing #katiesblurbs #masterlist #blurbs #blurb masterlist #tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #peter parker #tom holland #harrison osterfield #smut #fluff #angst

[timelordthirteen]

Killing Time 23/35

Detective Weaver/Belle French, Explicit

Summary: A Woven Beauty Law & Order-ish AU. Written for Writer’s Month 2019.

Chapter Summary: Belle and Weaver get a big break in the case, but find it tempered by the mountain of missing pieces.

Notes: For my August Writer's Month prompt: We’re all a little stronger than we think we are. I've barely read this over before posting, sorry for all the typos.

[AO3]  

We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.

Dr. Hopper’s parting words replayed in Belle’s mind as she walked the three blocks back to her office.

The last few days had been lighter than any since her work on the Branson case had begun. A weight had been lifted by her confession to both Archie and Ian, and the therapy session which she was just leaving had only added to it. Today, their topics focused on ways she could relax and control any future panic attacks, which she assumed she would probably need no matter how much she wanted to tell herself otherwise.

The weekend had been quiet and comfortable. She and Weaver had worked some on Saturday, but admittedly they were distracted by movies on TV and each other. Sunday, they’d gone for a walk in a nearby park, and by the time they got back to the apartment, she was ready to tear his jeans off. Smiling, she pulled a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. She was quite certain that the only other time she’d had more sex in a forty-eight hour period was when they’d been on their honeymoon.

He hadn’t said anything about the miscarriage after Friday night, and she hadn’t either. She wasn’t sure what he was feeling or thinking about it, or if he was at all. Several times she’d almost brought it up, but always hesitated when the moment came, afraid to shatter the cocoon of safety and happiness they’d created for one weekend. She was determined to talk it over with Dr. Hopper next week, before she dared to breach the subject with Weaver. Archie would know the best way to go about it, and he would help her get her mind straight beforehand, as he had many times when she was practicing her closing argument for an important case.

Monday had brought no news from Nevada, but this morning she’d gotten a call from Clark County letting her know to expect something by no later than Wednesday. It put an extra spring in her step as she pushed the revolving door to the city building that housed the District Attorney’s office. Her cell phone chirped in her coat pocket, and she pressed the elevator button before pulling it out. An notification lit up on the screen, an email to her official account, but the lift was already moving and her signal went out as it began the slow climb to the sixth floor.

Belle shoved her phone back in her pocket and stepped off the elevator, wanting to wait until she was with Weaver before she read the email, just in case it was good news. Her lips parted as she rounded the corner and saw his outline through the frosted glass of her office. He was seated at the conference table, leaning back, as far as she could tell, and a naughty idea on how they might celebrate this possible good news flashed across her mind.

Weaver turned as she opened the office door, and smiled. “Go well?”

She nodded and walked over to her desk. “Pretty good.”

“Good.”

Then she held up her phone and grinned. “I have an email.”

“Just one? I’ll alert the media,” he deadpanned, pushing back from the conference table.

Belle rolled her eyes and dropped her purse in her bottom drawer before kicking off her walking flats and wiggling her feet back into her work heels. “From the Clark County Clerk.”

Weaver stood, his mouth curving crookedly. “Say that five times fast.”

“You’re the worst.”

He laughed as she pulled out her chair. “And yet you love me.”

She huffed and pushed up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Allegedly.”

He made a soft ‘oh’ sound and slipped an arm around her, pulling her flush against him. “I have a fair bit of evidence from this weekend that says otherwise.”

Belle bit her lip and smiled as he dipped his head and kissed her neck. “None of which is admissible in court.”

Weaver’s nose nudged at her ear as he chuckled and whispered, “You’re the only judge I care about convincing anyway.”

Giggling, she shoved his chest until he stepped back, and then shook her head. “You’re incorrigible. Now, can I check my email?”

He gave her a sly look, but motioned towards her computer. Her stomach flipped as she sat down and opened the lid of her laptop, hoping that what they would find wouldn’t kill the delightful buzzing anticipation between them. It seemed to take twice as long for her email to open and the new message to appear, and she started tapping her foot impatiently while Weaver’s hand squeezed the back of her chair. She clicked on the message, opening it in a full window so they could both read it.

They exchanged a look, and Belle scooted forward, saving the attached documents to the folder for the case. There were three in all, a scanned image of Molly Macreedy’s foster care agreement, and two exported PDFs from the Nevada DMV database containing the records for her foster parents. The image had been pasted into the email and stated her foster parents’ surname as Tremaine. Belle opened the DMV records for each parent, putting them side by side on the screen before she sat back in her chair.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Weaver said, breathless.

“No wonder we couldn’t find anything on Eloise Gardener,” Belle said. “She never existed.”

“Eloise Tremaine,” Weaver began, sticking the DMV photo up on the whiteboard next to a picture from Eloise Gardener’s autopsy. “Former foster parent to our first victim, Molly Macreedy, aka Baby Jane number 3-2-5. She was left at a fire station in North Las Vegas, estimated to be about three weeks old at the time.”

Detective Rogers shook his head and put up the DMV photo of Robert Tremaine on the other side of the board before turning to face Captain Graham Humbert, Belle, and DA Midas. “Robert Tremaine, real estate developer from Henderson, married Eloise Smith in 1993. They had no kids of their own, but had at least fifteen foster children, that we know of.”

“We’re still waiting on all the records from Nevada,” Belle added.

“Robert died in March of 2013,” Weaver continued, leaning against the wall of bookshelves in Belle’s office. “No particulars on that just yet, but shortly after that any paper trail on his wife goes cold.”

“What about his estate?” Graham asked, frowning.

Weaver shrugged. “Real estate records show the sale of the house was handled by an attorney. That’s all we have on that so far.”

Midas leaned forward on the table. “Tremaine’s business, anything about that? Real estate development in Vegas was pretty lucrative at that time.”

“And fairly shady.” Rogers’ eyebrows lifted. “We’re looking into possible organized crime connections with that, but that’s a whole can of worms unrelated to our serial murders.”

Graham flipped through the small packet of papers Belle had compiled thus far. “What was Eloise doing in Seattle?”

“We don’t know,” Weaver answered. “If there is a link to the mob with her husband’s business, it would stand to reason that she’d want to get away from Vegas, but Seattle doesn’t seem far enough to run from that kind of thing.”

“But,” Belle interjected. “It doesn’t explain how Jack and Nick Branson knew about the history between Molly and Eloise, or why they were killed.”

“So...you have adoption records and foster parents for one victim, from another state, and not much else.” Graham looked around at the group and dropped the papers back on the table.

“Hey, we -”

“Now wait -”

Weaver and Rogers start defending themselves at the exact same moment, but stopped when Midas stood up.

“Captain Humbert is right,” Midas said. “It’s interesting background, and it’s a possible lead to - something - but it’s not helping us build a case against the Bransons, and this office -.”

“Nick Branson worked construction in Las Vegas,” Belle interrupted. “Maybe that’s the connection. Maybe it’s through Robert Tremaine’s business that he - I don’t know - came into some contact with Eloise.”

Midas frowned and looked at Graham a moment before fixing Belle with a hard stare. “Follow it up, but don’t waste time on goose chases and rabbit holes. The murders were here in Seattle, not in Las Vegas. We’re not even sure Eloise was murdered by the Bransons -”

Belle attempted to interrupt him again, but his glare quieted her immediately. “You’ve shown me no definitive proof that she was. Meanwhile, we have five victims that we do know they killed, and a trial for them starting in two months. I’d like to avoid that kind of public spectacle if at all possible and get these two psychopaths to take a deal on those five murders.”

The tension in the room made Belle uncomfortable and her eyes darted to meet Weavers’ before shifting back to her boss.

“Am I clear, ADA French?”

She swallowed. “Yes, sir.”

“Thank you, detectives,” Midas said, nodding to Rogers and Weaver. “Captain Graham.”

Midas strode out of the office, and everyone left in the room collectively sagged in defeat. The air of excitement that Belle and Weaver had maintained for the last thirty-six hours at the news of Eloise Gardener’s real identity fizzled to nothing as Belle laid her head down on the conference table.

Weaver shot a look at Graham. “What the hell crawled up his arse?”

Graham sighed and ran a hand over his face. “The mayor,” he said, counting on his fingers as he spoke, “the city council, Alderman Samedi, Victoria Belfrey…”

“Belfrey?” Belle said, lifting her head. “What the hell does she care?”

“Apparently she had a deal with Samedi to build cost controlled housing on that vacant lot,” Graham explained. “The whole thing is in limbo now because the lot is a crime scene and hasn’t been released, and we can’t do that until we move forward on Eloise Gardener’s, or Tremaine’s, or - whoever the hell she is’s - murder.”

“So no pressure then,” Rogers muttered flatly, snapping the cap on one of the dry erase markers.

Belle pushed back from the conference table and stood up. “Okay,” she said, holding up both of her hands, palms outward. “We need a new plan. Rogers, figure out where the hell Eloise was living in Seattle. Hopefully having her actual last name will yield more results, but there could be something under her husband’s name, or his company. Ian and I will focus on the other victims, and see if any more of them are also adopted, or were in foster care.”

Then she turned to Graham and gave him a sickly sweet smile, that hand him rolling his head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Captain Humbert, if you could please reach out to your federal law enforcement contacts, and see if there’s even a whiff of organized crime around Robert Tremaine, that would be most especially helpful.”

Graham let out a snorting laugh, and gave Belle a salute with two fingers before he gathered up his things. “Yes, ma’am.”

Plans made, and men dispersed, Belle was left alone in her office. She sat down on the sofa, head in her hands, and took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly between her lips. Archie’s voice was once again in her head, and for a long moment she let herself focus on it, trying to block out the irritated voice of her boss and the nagging on in her head that set her anxiety up to an eleven.

Feeling calmer, Belle looked up, her eyes staring straight ahead at the white board with pictures of Robert and Eloise Tremaine hanging side by side. She pushed to her feet and walked towards her, her vision narrowing to the image of Eloise, with that awkward expression so common with driver’s license photos.

“Why were you in Seattle, Eloise?” she asked no one. “What were you running from?”

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #woven beauty #woven beauty fic #my woven beauty fic #killing time #lindsay's august writer's month 2020 #fic

[empyreanwritings]

hello :) may i request a continuation of that mob!sam and mob!reader with detective!bucky where bucky continues to not listen to them and gets a bit too close to killmonger and his guys give him a bit of a beating, and sam and reader find him and take him to their place to patch him up? his boo boo needs to be kissed better ❤️

A/N: not you giving me a prompt that made me want to write a whole damn one shot. who gave you the right? hmmmmm? i’m just kidding, i love it and i love you! i hope your week is going well x

Warnings: descriptions of injuries and blood, mild violence, talk of death

You were silent as Sam dragged Bucky through the front door, and you remained silent as you pulled the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink. Bucky, only half-awake and clutching his left side, knew your silence was terrifying. He wanted a scolding, for you to call him an idiot, anything really. Anything besides silent. 

Sam lifted Bucky’s shirt over his head and assessed the damage while you worked to wash the blood of his skin. His side was already starting to purple, and by the way he sat, Sam knew he must have had a few broken ribs. 

The worst damage was done to his face. One eye was completely swollen shut and almost black. His lips - his usually soft, supple lips that you wanted to kiss until you were breathless - were split and still bleeding. And his nose was at an odd angle, which meant one of you would have to set it for him or it wouldn’t heal properly. You mentally added it to the long list of things you needed to do just to make sure Bucky survived the night.

“I’ll go get some water,” Sam murmured before leaving the bathroom. He had been in this life for a long time, but he could never handle seeing someone he cared about hurt. It made his hands shake and his heart race, and he needed to pull himself together. For Bucky’s sake. 

Bucky shifted when you started to clean one of the wounds on his forehead. He was trying to make eye contact with you, but you weren’t budging. 

“Would now be a bad time to say you look stunning in that robe?” He managed to get out, but he sounded just as bad as he looked. It didn’t stop him from bringing out the charm though. 

You cleared your throat and quickly pulled away. “Let me check on that water, okay? Don’t move.” 

You wanted to be mad at him. You wanted to scream at him, tell him that you said to leave the Killmonger case behind before things got ugly, but you couldn’t muster up any anger. All you could think about was how you almost lost him today, and the thought alone made your bottom lip tremble. 

Sam was leaning against the kitchen counter when you found him. He had a water bottle sitting in front of him, but his gaze was fixed elsewhere. You could see the pained look in his eyes from where you stood, and your heart dropped. 

“We have to take Killmonger out, you know,” he mumbled. “We can’t let him get away with this. He could have-” 

“I know.” You gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. “We’re going to take care of it. He won’t live to see the end of the week.” 

“We’ll need to act fast. He’s not stupid enough to stay in the city after attacking our own.” 

You nodded. “We can call every connection we have to make sure he’s locked in. We’ll get him.” 

The sound of Bucky’s shuffling pulled the two of you out of your conversation. You were just about to remind him that you said not to move, but he held his good hand up and offered a weak smile. 

“I know what you’re about to say, but please,” he shuffled closer to the two of you, and you allowed him to slide between your bodies, “Don’t shut me out right now. I know I fucked up, and I know you have to clean up my mess now, but I don’t really want to be left alone right now. I’m sorry. I really am.” 

You couldn’t tell if the pained expression on his face was due to his injuries or his screw up, but you knew you couldn’t resist showing him as much love as possible. Not when he was practically begging you for it. 

You gently turned him around, so he faced Sam, and ran your hands up his back. You smiled when the goosebumps instantly started to raise on his skin at the contact. Even battered and bruised, you loved that you could still make him respond to you in all the right ways. 

“You hear that Sammy? Our boy needs to be taken care of tonight.” You pressed gentle kisses along his spine, and he shivered. 

Sam hummed and kissed the corner of his mouth. “And what should we do to help you, hm? What is it you need?” 

Bucky whimpered. He was practically melting between the two of you, and you noticed the way it made Sam smile. And you decided, right there, that you’d kill a thousand Killmongers just to seem Sam happy and Bucky safe. Not that Bucky would condone that sort of behavior, nor would Sam let you do it alone, but it was the thought alone that comforted you. 

Being able to do anything - truly do anything - for the two men you loved was the greatest gift the mob life offered you. 

“I just want you two,” Bucky finally said, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

Sam glanced down at you over Bucky’s shoulder, and you bit your lip, giving him a quick nod of approval. 

“Then you’ll have us, baby boy.” 

#mob monday ish #mob!sam #mob!reader #detective!bucky #sambucky x reader #sam wilson x reader x bucky barnes #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson x bucky barnes #sambucky imagine

[dlamp-dictator]

Quick Ramblings (Anime Edition)

Lately I’ve been watching a lot of older stuff along with some of my backlog from the last two-ish seasons. Nothing this season really clicked with me save for In/Spectre, and I’m waiting for more episodes of the dub to come out before watching it. 

All in all this has been a rather quiet season in terms of anime, at least for me. I’ve been a lot more focused on updating fanfics and my original stories for the past two-ish months to really watch any anime that I couldn’t just binge. A few things in Spring has my interest, but that’s Spring...

Anyway... onto the anime Allen’s been watching these past few months.

I’m about half way through Cross Ange and I’m having a blast with it. It’s trashy, it’s riddled with fanservice, it’s premise is honestly stupid, and even the mech battles are a little lacking, but this is an show that knows it’s trashy and over the top, so I don’t have an issue with it. 

For a quick summary, Cross Ange is about an Angelise Ikaruga Misurugi, a princess living in a peaceful kingdom of magic-users, at least until its revealed that she had no magical talent and was immediately shunned and exiled from the kingdom as a member of the magic-less Norma caste. Taken from her home and forced to train and work as a mech pilot to kill dragons, she grows into a cold killing machine, with only anger and revenge keeping her going. The story goes into depth about a conspiracy regarding the Dragons, Ange’s origins, and a few other things, but again, I’m at episode 13 at this point. 

This is actually my second time watching this show, but stopped after episode 12 last time, mostly because something came up for me IRL and by the time I got back to Cross Ange I realized the dub was out and I was just waiting for that to wrap up. Speaking of, the Dub is pretty good, Ange sounds great, the voice actress being able to do spoiled princess and cold-hearted badass parts of her very well. And the rest of the cast sound good too with Hilda being my favorite, my favorite moments being the ‘on-the-next-episode’ segments, which are hilarious. To paraphrase one of them:

Ange: Hey, it’s been like 10 episodes since someone died, and we just became friends soooo...

Hilda: I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.

That aside, this show it just a fun romp. It’s trashy, it’s over the top, it takes itself almost too serious but not in a way that feels like they’re reaching. Like the seriousness only adds to the cheese of it all. I haven’t finished it yet, but if you want something fun and trashy to watch with your friends, this is definitely the perfect show for it.

Against my better judgement, I decided to look back at the original Fate/Stay Night anime. It’s been years since I’ve watched it and all I remember is a 3D-rendered dragon in a mid-2000s anime. And while that is bad, it shouldn’t be all there is to that anime. As of 10 episodes I can confidently say it’s... not... terrible. A lot of the complaints I remember hearing about this anime seem to be blown out of proportion, at least given the point of the anime I’m at. It’s got plenty of time to make me cringe even more than it has now, but that cringe mostly comes from me being a 26-year-old man watching anime that was probably a lot cooler to 13-year-old Allen that the 26-year-old Allen currently watching this now. For a mid-2000s shounen series, it’s okay. Not great, but okay.

This anime might get a Rambling in itself drafted up when I finish the Gacha Rambling, but for now I’ll just say I have two main issues with this anime: Shirou Emiya, and the World-building of the Fate universe. Shirou feels incompetent not due to how he behaves, but how the writers make him behave. The second issue... requires me to talk about Fate and its writers as a whole, but the short version is I wish Fate/Stay Night wasn’t originally a porn game. It’d make things a lot easier to explain and maneuver around if it wasn’t.

Also, I do prefer this English voice cast to Unlimited Blade Works. The UBW cast if fine, even great, but Sam Riegel as Shirou and Liam O’Brien as Archer is just too perfect a combination to beat.

Finally started watching Ascendance of a Bookworm, an isekai anime about a librarian being reincarnated as a frail, sickly girl. Her one goal being to write and curate books. The only issue being the world she reincarnated into has little in the way of mass-producing books, as neither the printing press or typewriting has been invented year, and paper is rather expensive. So she uses all sorts of schemes, ideas, and plots to try and get books made on some reasonable level, each time a failure, but each failure doing more good in the long term than she thinks. 

This anime has a very mellow feel to it. Not something I watch for the plot, but just to see this cute anime girl finally make handmade paper and read a book. The stakes are really that high, the premise is rather simple, but... it’s comfy watch for me. I’m about 4 episodes in and I’m glad to hear we’re getting a second season of this show by the time I finish this first season. Can’t wait to watch more of it. 

So Granblue Fantasy got an anime. Two seasons actually, but I only finished up the first one since that was the one that’s fully dubbed. The story revolves around Gran, a young skyfarer wanting to travel the world to see his father. Through this endeavor he gathers many allies and friends, along with a girl named Lyria who saves his life after they first meet. The story takes off from there in a sort of island-of-the-week format. There’s a few other girls like Lyria wanting to meet the other girl that might be tied to her past, or Gran and crew constantly running into the Evil Empire(tm) of this world, but it’s more episodic affair than anything else, each three-ish episodes covering a new island.

I like the anime for its action, but that’s really it. I feel like this was at a time before Gacha games got the more dark and surprisingly in-depth lore and story-writing that games like Girls Frontline and Arknights has, but that makes it more of a comfortable watch than anything. A feel-good anime, but nothing wrong with that.

Also, I can only imagine the amount of hype that happened in episode 12 where all the characters teamed up to take down Leviathan. I don’t even play Granblue Fantasy and I was getting hype when I saw Boxing Grandpa punching debris as projectiles to take out monster fish. This was a fun anime to watch, and I say that as someone who doesn’t play Granblue.

Last up, I’ve been watching BOFURI: I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, so I’ll Max Out My Defense. It’s a fun anime about a young girl named Maple taking a tank build to it’s logical extremely. I won’t lie, I’m watching this because it’s not an isekai and has a pretty simple plot to follow. My favorite part of the anime is when the admins and game devs try to patch the game so Maple’s Tank meta won’t break the game in half... only for her to come up with some new nuttiness that makes her even scarier. 

Imagine walking around a field, minding your own business, then you see this tiny shield girl riding a flying turtle while summoning acid rain to kill a mob of monsters without even moving. This woman is unstoppable and I love it.

But yeah, that’s it for anime. Next up, I’ll hopefully have the Gacha Rambling wrapped up by Monday. In the mean time, I’ve got work to prepare for.

#cross ange #fate stay night #ascendence of a bookworm #granblue fantasy #bofuri #your dictator is speaking

[hollandandi]

jenko’s masterlist :-)

hello my lovelies! welcome to my master-list. here you can find my fan-fics, any mini-series i’ve managed to finish start, as-well as any blurbs/drabbles you guys have requested.

my requests are forever open through my ask - i write for both tommo, and peter parker at the moment, but if you want someone else, don’t feel afraid to ask!!! ok, let’s get to it

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mini-series;

a) peppermint (THREE PARTS)

“soulmates were pretty obvious in this day and age, there were no countdowns or visions anymore - your name just appeared on their skin, it was as easy as that. right?”

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imagines; (1K 'ish' WORDS)

1. “i love you, but i don’t like you right now.” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“You were more than an hour late, Peter, of course I wasn’t there anymore.” You scoffed - your eyes had turned more frustrated now, they weren’t angry, but you were surprised at how naive he was acting to the situation.”

2. “come on, have a bloody heart.” “i do, i’m holding one.” (MOB!TOM)

“For fucks sake!” Tom yelled, clenching his fists within the silk handkerchief before passing his father and heading for the steel door that marked the difference between beatings, murder and interrogation, and that of business, meetings and phone-calls.”

3. “that was, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever done.” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“I mean, look at you, look at the bruises! The cuts! For gods sake, Peter!”

4. “you weren’t supposed to hear that.” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“Okay, great.” You smiled softly, tucking a piece of loose hair back in your ponytail carefully. “But remember, no telling Tom.”

5. "you don't know what's good for me,” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“In this moment, his mind raced with memories of you, similar to this one. Where you would lay peacefully, silently mostly, and yet, the room felt full. It felt warm, and calm - it was where Tom wanted to be all the time.”

6. “i think i’m falling in love with you.” (FLUFF)

“A drawing of your beloved boyfriend in his suit grazed majority of the page, but the top corner was the most important to you, as the sentence, “I think I’m falling in love with you,” rested, sunken into the pad.”

7.  “you still owe me a dance.” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“Your feet should have been moving you across the confetti-covered dance-floor, and your hands should have been softly intertwined with the boy who had promised to be there, dancing with you. “

8. how to fall in love in a book-shop (FLUFF)

“For the last couple of weeks, you had struggled to find one book in the local book-shop; even with new novels, best-seller lists and friend recommendations. Somehow though, on this random Thursday morning, you left with two, and with your heart a little bit fuller.”

9. “it’s good to hear your thoughts,” (FLUFF)

“You wanted to be completely happy for them, you really did - but something inside of you was utterly jealous of Ned’s bravery, and ultimately, their happiness.”

10. “thanks for saving me, spider-man.” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“Y/N, what’s the matter? What happened? Show me where it hurts,” He pried, glancing over your figure with frantic eyes, attempting to find the route of the problem.

11. mixing business with pleasure (BODYGUARD!TOM)

It was almost silent - except for your light breathing and his happy sigh that escaped his lips once he took a proper look at you and the clothes that hung perfectly to your skin.

12. crosswords on a monday (PETER PARKER, FLUFF)

You knew that once the answer had been figured out, you would realise you knew it all along - but for now, you had to ask for help. “It’s four letters,” You added, looking up at the boy with slight plea in your eyes.

13. “punched is one word, fisted is another!” (ANGST & FLUFF)

“Babe, I’m trying to read,” You laughed a little more, attempting to cough gently to mask how ticklish you were this afternoon, giving him a soft, joking glare as you spoke.

///

blurbs & drabbles; (500-1000 WORDS)

a. “what do you expect me to do now? stand here and beg?” (ANGST)

“Forget it.” You mumbled, before glancing up to connect the hold he had on you. “Just go. Have a good trip.”

b. “the rain was pouring,” (FLUFF)

“Would you like to walk with me? I can give you a little shelter.” He offered, and made your gaze meet his as he did.”

c. “just a standard shoot today,” (FLUFF)

“So a couple of head-shots, a few full-body and maybe some fun ones,” You joked, before proceeding to load your camera with a fresh SD card.

d. “did you guys hear about that peanut butter joke?” (FLUFF)

“Ham salad?” The boy suggested, darting his eyes over to you to see if his was correct - but instead, was met with your hands frantically searching through your back-pack, laying textbooks in-front of you to make more space.

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Can I Have This Dance?

Chp 3. Dancing Queen

/In this house, we love and appreciate Duke Thomas./

Chp 2

Chp 1

“You are the Dancing Queen! Young and sweet, only seventeen!” Duke yelled along with Stephanie, leaning across the divider in the front seats of the car. 

Tim kicked Steph’s chair, “Hey, pay attention!”

“Stop being jealous that Duke loves me more than you-“

“Steph?”

“Yeah, Duke?”

“Directions?”

“Oh yeah, take a left up here, then...” Steph rattled off. Cassandra snickered from the back seat. 

“Feel that beat like a smooth machine!” Duke continued. 

“That’s so not the-“

“YOU CAN DANCE-“

“Why did we let him drive,” Jason grumbled. 

“Hey, mister spontaneously alive,” the car took a sharp left, but Steph turned completely around. “You don’t have a license, remember?”

“What are you, some goody two shoes piec-“

“Steph, what are you doing?! Buckle-“

Steph gently shushed Tim by smothering his face. He squawked indignantly. 

“Licking won’t work on me, tweety bird.”

Duke eyed them through the rear view mirror. 

“I am the only responsible person in this car,” he sighed. 

Cass frowned. 

“Besides Cassie, but she baby.”

“Oh she baby,” with a yelp, Steph’s arm was disengaged by a jab to the inside of her elbow. 

“And babies can’t drive,” Tim wiped his mouth, “right Damian?”

Tim twisted around (still buckled) to face the glare, but Damian wasn’t listening.  He was leaned against Cass, who lightly traced her nails across his skin with one hand. She winked, pressing a kiss to Damian’s forehead nestled at her collarbone. Damian held her other hand on her lap, splaying her fingers out, in with a barely-there smile.  More of a content line, really. Tim felt relieved that the kid was doing as well as he was, all things considered.

The older two shared a smile. Cass could make anyone melt, but Damian was always uncharacteristically soft with her.

And she loved to coddle him. 

Jason groaned. “How much farther?”

“Why are you so upset?” Tim poked his side.

“I just like to complain. But I am also too big for this car.”

“Oh, good shotgun?”

“Yes, fair driver?”

“For how long must we continue our travels?”

“Until dear Jason loses the will to live-“

“Steph!“

“Would someone please shut up my impulse control?”

Tim leaned his head onto her shoulder, hugging her around the seat. “You say the sweetest things.”

“You can dance, you can try~“

Jason flopped his head onto the seat behind him.

Duke smiled, singing along to the song in his head. The pulse in his mind was always calmer when he wasn’t alone.  After everything that had been going on, he was happy to see his somehow-sibling-esque-figures doing alright.  Being almost normal, even. They planned a family zoo trip! Granted it was partially because Damian was confiscated from his father a-la-angry vigilante style, and Steph and Cass immediately decided to make him act like a normal kid (who is a bit overly attached to animals) to distract them all from that sad reality, and they were all going along for the process because they were grieving something awful- but still! In some way, they were being normal.  Normal-ish.

Whatever.

Today was going to be a good day, he decided.  

...

The Gotham zoo was busy for a Monday, since it was beautiful weather and a day off from school. 

Duke supposed they could all use the break. 

“Hey guys,” Steph started as they stood in front of the narrow window of the bear enclosure. “So, we mostly own the night, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But Duke goes out during the day,”

“It’s the light thing,” he said.

“Yeah, the light thing,” Steph waved her hands. “So, anyways, I get that you’re the sunshine child- pun totally intended- but like, you’re strongest when the sun is strongest, right? That makes you-“

“Oh stop,” Tim cackled.

“-a fire bender! And these losers here are water benders!”

Duke gasped and began bending nothing, to Steph’s delight. 

Swirling his arms, Jason engaged him in battle. Even though they turned heads, their moves became more elaborate than strictly necessary.

Well, Duke guessed none of this was -strictly- necessary.

Cass hummed thoughtfully, patting Damian’s head while he watched the bears lumber towards the water. 

“Us yes. Baby, no.”

Tim considered this as Jason nearly sent Duke into a wayward couple.

“He’s an earth bender,” Steph decided, spinning in lazy circles. 

“I have no idea what you people are talking about. Please let me watch the bears in peace.”

“Wait,” Steph practically launched herself against the boys. 

“Don’t you mean the platypus bears?”

Duke backed away from the angry women.  He scratched his chin and leaned over the plaque. “It just says bear here.”

“You mean skunk bear, then?” Tim grinned.

“Or armadillo bear?” Jason’s size was a gift sometimes, as he leaned back and squashed Damian against the window.

“What are you-“

“Gopher bear?” Steph giggled. 

“Just says bear here,” Duke shrugged. 

Cass’s spoke softly, but precisely, as if tasting each sound. 

“Weird place.”

“Weird people,” Damian grumbled. Jason leaned farther back, further pancaking his cheek against the glass.

“Dancing queen, face as red as a tangerine!” Duke poked his nose. 

“Oh, that reminds me, we need to get some fried Oreos-“

“How does that-“

“Shush, Tim. I need fried Oreos clogging my arteries as soon as humanly possible. Come on.”

“Heck yes,” Jason grinned, picking Damian up like a very angry yoga mat. “Steph is in charge now, sorry Duke.”

“As the only capable adult here, I say we need to eat an actual lunch, too.”

Tim took Damian, only to walk with him upside down over his shoulder.  They all pretended not to notice his smile underneath the half-hearted promises of violence.

“Nuggets,” Cass prophesied. 

Steph linked their arms and led the way to the food court. 

...

Duke had been looking forward to this trip all week, and it didn’t disappoint. They saw all the animals, ate terrible food in a less than sanitary environment, then chased each other around and generally made themselves a nuisance to society. 

It was great. 

Some highlights? Cass dared Jason to eat half a hot dog in a single bite. He shoved the whole thing in his mouth, then walked into a pole. Tim fell asleep on top of Steph and mumbled about robot bunnies.  Duke carried Damian around on his shoulders, accidentally walked him into some tree branches, and laughed so hard he dropped him. 

Of course, it had been weird that the zoo hadn’t bumped up the number of workers to match crowd sizes, but it was fine. Just took a little longer to do things. And the place was a little messier.

They were just paranoid, is all.

Cass tossed the purple plush snake around her shoulders as they exited the gift shop to the center plaza. The tail hit Steph, who adjusted her peacock sunglasses with an upturned nose. 

The crowd rushed around them like a steady stream of fish (“Only animal metaphors for the zoo, folks”). Their imposing shark, Jason, frowned as he pushed his way through the flow. 

Damian offered Duke an animal cracker, and he happily picked out a zebra. 

It had been a good day. 

Tim had waited outside for them, citing important business. He smiled and lowered his phone from his ear as they got closer to his seat at the fountain. 

“Hey, Dames, can I have one?” He asked. 

Damian raised a single brow.

Tim could fake emotions with the worst of them. Oh, wait, animals. Dang it, Steph.  Like a honey bee could take a casual stroll.

“And here I was going to offer you my phone to talk to Dick-“

Damian shoved the whole bag at him and grabbed the phone. 

Tim laughed as Damian scurried a small distance away, plunking down just outside the bathrooms.  Twin paintings- one a giraffe, the other a flamingo- labeled the two single person stalls. 

“Any news from Dick?” Steph asked, settling against Tim’s side. 

“Yeah,” he nodded, watching Damian smile into the receiver. “He said he was on his way back.”

It was funny how Jason thought with his face sometimes. Duke could feel the confusion. 

“Wait, isn’t he undercover somewhere in Asia right now taking down Some MobTM with ties to the League of Assassins?”

“From the inside, yeah.”

“And he just, what, finished up early?”

“Pretty much.”

Jason threw up his hands, “I hate this family.”

Steph laughed, dragging Cass half onto her lap while Tim stared distracted at the crowd. 

Just like that, Jason’s face hardened. Following his line of vision, Duke watched a teen scurry out of the bathroom to the main directory on the other side of the plaza. His hood was up and he looked neither right nor left. 

“I’ll be right back,” Jason said, slipping into the crowd flow. 

Probably nothing, Duke thought, watching Cass threaten to push Steph into the fountain. 

“I’d take the quarters, so the joke’s on you.”

“Stealing,” Cass tutted. 

“I’ll look good doing it.”

An eye roll. 

Tim’s fingers rapidly tapped against the stone. 

“Dames, wrap it up, we’re headed out,” he called. 

Damian gave a thumbs up. 

See, it was still a good day. Duke breathed deeply. 

It was fine. 

It was-

The fire alarm went off at the directory.  The crowd turned to look.

Tim tensed, and Duke felt the shock shoot up his spine as yellow light pulsed and swarmed toward the bathrooms. 

Oh no. 

A high pitched whine. 

“Get down!” Duke yelled. 

The bathroom exploded. They threw themselves to the ground just in time to avoid the brunt of the heat and debris. Dirt and rock sprayed in his face. Smoke filled the air, dark and thick. 

Tim scrambled to his feet, coughing. 

“Damian!”

No, Duke thought. 

There was so much smoke. 

They all scrambled toward the bathroom, but the wall where Damian had stood was half rubble and the kid was nowhere to be found. 

Duke stared where he last saw him, but the smoke obscured most of the light. 

Why is there so much smoke?, he thought. It was hard to get a reading. Come on, Duke. The scene kept pulsing, then disappearing. His head hurt, he couldn’t breathe, but the static blur began to form. Come on. 

Tim ran into the building. 

Duke fought through the haze until the blue-tinged flecks obeyed and the scene spotted into focus. He saw Damian drop to the ground just as the wall flew apart. Stray debris littered his body, and a brick to the skull knocked him unconscious. The smoke poured through, but just before everything blacked out, a lumbering figure dragged the kid through the broken wall into complete darkness. 

The present rushed back. Duke inhaled smoke, sinking to the ground. His chest felt like someone was de-stringing his muscles like spaghetti. Twist, twisting the fork. 

“No!” Steph screamed. Tim came out alone and choking for air. Steph pushed her way in, but Duke knew it was useless. 

Damian was gone. 

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ILLICITUS: CHAPTER 7

Prompt: Y/N is a respectful narcotics agent, she worked hard to have her work recognized in a prominently male work field. She‘s assigned to the most important case of her whole career, investigate and apprehend the biggest drug dealer of U.S.A, the only thing she didn’t count on, was for the bastard to be so damn charming.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Reader x Seth Rollins

Warnings: +18, cursing, conspiracy, new secrets, adult themes, mentions of crimes and illicit acts.

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“Can this get any worse?“ Jeffrey sighed “Rollins is deep shit, Jeffrey. He’s gonna find out about this and we’re gonna be in big trouble”

“I’m sorry, but who’s this Rollins? I’ve never heard of him” Matt asked

“Seth Rollins is a name you want to say carefully, boy” Jeffrey starts “He’s a sadist. Originally the FBI was investigating him for religious abuse. He founded a religious movement called Monday Night Messiah, since he had a televangelist show on tv every monday night where he preached to the people how he was The New Messiah who would change everything in this country. He got big and began to get involved with politics and law enforcement. After a while there was some rumors of money laundering, human trafficking, prostitution, fraud, sex slavery and of course what lead us to him: heavy drug trafficking.

An operation was set up along with the FBI, the operation Messiah, where originally we suppose to catch them red-handed, receiving 2 tons of cocaine and heroin but of course shit hit the fan when someone snitched and they found out. After that the case was closed but it was kept heard in private just in case we need that in the future. So no one in this building except for Y/N and I, since we both were part of the operation, know about this” Jeffrey lit up his cigarette “And now you of course, but that won’t leave this room, right Matt?” He asked

“No, sir” Matt swallowed hard and Jeff nodded

“Do you think he will find out someone sniffed around his file?” Jeffrey asked me

“Of course he will, Jeff! And he will want to know why. The problem is: how far is he willing to take to find out?”

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

“Just the woman I was looking forward to see” He stepped out of a dark alley

“Mr. Rollins” I greeted and kept walking towards my house

“How are you, agent Y/L/N?”

“Good, thank you. You?”

“I’m incredible, thanks to the Lord”

I nodded and began to walk faster, but he followed me

“I would like to talk to you, if you don’t mind, agent Y/L/N”

“Of course, Mr. Rollins. You can stop by the DEA tomorrow morning and we can talk” I weakly smiled at him as I reached my front door.

“Please, agent Y/L/N. I’m afraid is an urgent subject that can’t wait” I felt his breath on my ear and his gun nozzle on my lower back “I’m sure you understand, right Y/N?”

“Sure” I shuddered opening the front door of my house

We both came inside, and Seth locked the door.

“What do you want?” I spat

“Is that how you treat an old lover?” Seth smirked

“I don’t have time for that” I quickly made my way up to my bedroom and Seth followed

As soon as I step foot inside my bedroom, he shoved me down on the bed, holding my wrists above my head and trapped my body with his.

“I miss this bed” Seth smiles “I miss what we’ve done on it” He licks my cheek “But also what we’ve done in the shower, kitchen island, bathroom countertop, hallway floor-“

“What do you want, Seth?”

“Originally I wanted to know why you’re minding my business and opening my file. But now... I have another thing in mind”

Seth kisses me roughly, biting my lip and giggling.

“I want to take a walk down memory lane with you, then after we’re done, you can tell me exactly what you want with my file”

Seth leaned down to kiss me again when someone cleared their throat behind us, from the bedroom door

“Can someone explain to me what the fuck is going on?” Roman asked

Seth and I quickly looked at him

“So, who will be the first one to do the explaining?” Roman raises his eyebrows with a cold look upon his face

TO BE CONTINUED...

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