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hxyleswritesthings · 1 year

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Poly!KiriBaku Headcanons

Author's note: Just some little things on what domestic life is like with these two beefcakes. Enjoy!

- Bakugou and Kirishima are the exact opposite in the morning. More often than not, Kiri sleeps in as late as possible, but he wakes up cheery. Bakugou, on the other hand, is usually the first one up every single morning but he's liability to be around for at least the first hour he's awake.

- You are the classic grumpy morning person. As long as the guys are home, they're usually the ones to wake you up in the morning, and they both know to give you space until you've finished your first cup of coffee.

- As the first one up, Bakugou likes to shower first and make coffee for the three of you before you part ways. If he has the time, he likes to go on a quick morning run/walk and grab pastries from the bakery around the corner.

- On the rare occasion that you do wake up on time, you like to make a quick breakfast for the three of you to eat, packing them both bentos for lunch as well.

- There was one time Kiri walked in to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast and coffee, only to find you bent over the kitchen counter, practically drooling as Bakugou relentlessly pounds into you, taking out his bad mood. Bakugou just grins at the redhead when he looks up to find him staring, not missing a beat as he reaches around to thumb at your clit until you're begging for release, thighs shaking as you gush on his cock. Bakugou's not far behind, grunting as he pulls your hips back against him to fill you up, grip hard enough to leave bruises. Kirishima just watches the whole thing over his coffee cup, pants feeling tight from where he sits at the dining table.

- You're weak now, Bakugou's arm the only thing keeping you up as he gives you both a moment to breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants back up. head leaning on the table as bakugou keeps you standing, giving you a moment to catch your breath before he's slipping out of you and pulling his pants of his hero suit back up and tucking himself away. He leans down to pull your leggings up as well, silent as he scoops you up and dumps you in a chair next to Kirishima, serving you both a heaping plate of eggs.

- You're a little dazed from the events of the morning, whining as you get placed down before crawling into Kirishima's lap in need of affection.

- The three of you rarely have any serious fights, but due to his temper and your stubbornness it's not unusual for you and Bakugou to bicker. You love each other dearly, but you've been known to butt heads over the smallest things. It rarely ever gets out of hand. Most of the time one of you breaks pretty quickly and you both laugh it off and move on.

- This courtesy does not extend to game night. You and Katsuki are known for full on screaming at each other and making Eiji play referee to whatever the nights chosen game was.

- You never let Katsuki live it down when you absolutely crush him in Mario Kart.

- I hc that as he gets older, Kiri starts growing his hair out more and he looovesss to sit between your legs and let you play with and braid his hair.

- Bakugou's not big on you playing with his hair but sometimes he does let you paint his nails a solid black, claiming it looks good with his hero suit.

- With them being busy pro heros, getting everyone's schedules to align can be difficult, but you make it a goal for all three of you to sit down for dinner together at least once a week. Most of the other nights, it's usually you with either one of them, or you don't even have dinner together at all.

- Bakugou's not much of a partier, so he's usually the DD when y'all go out with your friends. He does enjoy a drink or two on the nights he's not too tired to stay up after work. When you guys host, it becomes Kirishima's personal mission to get him absolutely /trashed/.

- Bakugou becomes VERY clingy when he drinks and he opens up in a way his friends don't usually get to see. You find it quite endearing.

- Before the three of you formally announced your relationship to your group of friends, everyone could tell with how handsy he was with Kiri. Everything finally came to a head once Shoto walked in on them making out in the hallway. He came back, nervous to tell you how he had caught your boyfriend's infidelity, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter when the blonde in question came back into the room, Kiri in tow, both of their faces bright red at being caught.

- It took your friends no time to warm up to the idea, Mina jumping up with a squeal and shouting at how Denki now owed her money from a bet.

- At night, you guy switch between the two bedrooms depending on the mood. Bakugou's bed is bigger, but there's something extra cozy about how many pillows Kiri keeps.

- The three of you are just a bunch of grown up kids who love each other very much and are doing their best to navigate life together :’)

#bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kirishima fluff #poly!kiribaku #kiribaku x you #kiribaku x y/n #kiribaku x reader #eijirou fluff #katsuki fluff #bakugou smut #mha smut #mha fluff #kirishima smut

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yorshie · 11 months

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Bayverse Headcanons

Just some headcanons I keep in mind when I'm writing bayverse. Will probably come back and add more as I decide on them.

Leonardo

Height/weight: 6’2”, 670lbs

Theme song : Loyal by ODESZA

Ambidextrous but if he needs to punch someone he uses his right hand

Has a dry sense of humor, more little quips and witty one liners than anything planned

Turns into a bit of a caveman when you’re in danger. He catches you going someplace dangerous? Straight to turtle jail for 1000 years. You don’t wanna be picked up and carried to safety? Too bad, it’s happening

Is the King of small touches. A hand on your back, a nudge of his knuckles to get you moving. Mr. soft eyes and low voice when he wants to get his way

Still gets into arguments with Raph. Sometimes they still dissolve into fisticuffs.

References vines to the horror of his brothers (his fav is “road work ahead”)

No one will play Risk with him because even if he’s losing he somehow bleeds everyone dry

Has a gameboy with exactly one game, Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town. All his animals have names like "Bob" or "Tilda"

can't cook, is banned from the kitchen, once set water on fire.

reads science fiction, fantasy and sagas a lot, though if you pay attention to his books the covers are sometimes swapped and it's almost always poetry or romances.

Not a big fan of PDA. Will give you a snoot boop or a chaste forehead kiss in public, but anything more is off limits. What’s that? You wanna snuggle? You better hope none of his brothers walk in because this turtle might panic and shove you off his lap in a snap decision instinct. You wanna go to his room? The scandal. What will everyone think? Fine, but he’ll ninja you in there. No one will know or see. Ninja silent. Except- Donnie will know. Donnie will see. Because he was sitting in the chair right next to you two and you both somehow forgot he was there.

Hogs the bed. And the covers. And the pillows. Basically if you want any bed commodity you better be prepared to snuggle

If you want him to watch tv that’s not sports it’s gotta be some older saga or classic that you actually have to pay attention to. Loves black and white martial arts movies. You once caught him hugging a pillow and watching Princess Mononoke with tears in his eyes.

Will just stare at the person who asked him to kill a little harmless spider before leaving the room

Donatello

Height/Weight: 6’8”/ 680lbs

Theme Song: Frequency by Tim Wolf

Left handed

Donnie is THE sarcastic little shit.

He realizes quickly that while Leo has softness, and Raph is filthy, he doesn’t need to stoop to theatrics to get what he wants. He just has to make eye contact, tilt his head, and tell you in a calm, plain voice what he desires, and it works.

Can’t keep his attention on one thing for a long period of time, or has to have multiple stimuli going on to keep focus. King of multitasking

The turtle most likely to curse

Can’t sleep without a nightlight and either music or a movie

Listens to filthy music when he’s working.

The others gang up on him during trivia night to give everyone else a chance

the adrenaline junkie

one time he got Leo's tea mixed up with his coffee and he spat the substance clear across the Lair.

can cook but it's kinda bland. Can't bake to save his life, despite arguing with every failed cake like it’s out to get him: “it’s science why won’t you work??!”

hasn't opened a real book since the invention of the internet. Has a library of hard drives with the subject matter clearly labeled in alphabetical order. Mikey doesn't know about it and thus it has stayed relatively in order.

Doesn’t use his bed much, so the upside is you always have room to stretch out. Bad news is, if you want this turtle to get any decent sleep, you have to figure out how to keep him trapped enough where he can’t move without waking you up. And he’s a ninja.

Donnie likes to watch informative things. Like how it’s made, or unsolved mysteries. His crack show though? Cryptid hunters. He’ll laugh himself silly over people trying to trap Bigfoot or corner Mothman

The one that kills spiders

Raphael

Height/Weight: 6’5”/ 720lbs

Theme Song: Don’t Get in My Way by Zack Hemsey

Right handed

Turtle has a MOUTH and he is not afraid to open it to to get what he wants. Absolutely filthy when he wants to be.

Will turn into a little melted turtle puddle if someone is sweet to him. Doesn’t really turn to butter over words, but actions will get him every time.

Watches crocodile hunter and golden girls when no one else is awake. Loves animal documentaries, and zoboomafoo

Rough around the edges when it comes to heartfelt affection or feelings. With seduction he’s smooth, but telling someone he genuinely cares for them? Good luck stringing two words together my dude.

Prefers silence or listening when hanging out with someone. He’s slow with his input, careful with what he says. You’re winning if you can make him laugh

in the kitchen he’s either making the most disgusting looking thing that tastes fucking amazing or he’s grilling. Doesn’t tell anyone he learned how to make bread watching Julia Childe.

If he's doing something dangerous or something stupid, the worse thing you could say is along the line of "Leo said-" like, congrats, you just made sure he's gonna do the thing everyone knows he shouldn't. Flip side, he's trying to talk you out of doing something? Just sigh and say "ok, guess I'll go ask Leo-" Boom. Thing is done. Is it healthy? no. Does it work? yes.

Is the most considerate when it comes to sleepy time. He’ll make sure you have your own pillow, own blankets. He sleeps on his stomach and doesn’t move much, and is large enough that you could sleep tucked under the lip of his shell without fear of being squashed

Not the one to call if you see a spider. He will scream

Michelangelo

Height/weight: 6’0”/ 640lbs

Theme Song: Handclap by Fitz and the Tantrums

Right handed but if he puts his mind to it he can use his left equally for everything but writing

Is legally obligated to use cheesy pick up lines, and is a Talker

Uses lollipops and hard candy to keep his focus, bit of an oral fixation

completely ruins heartfelt moments by getting sidetracked. Can be giving the mushiest compliments then in the next breath go "so you gonna eat that leftover cake in your fridge or nah?"

Changes nicknames for you on a semi-weekly basis just to keep you on your toes and to annoy his brothers

Prankster extraordinare

Can cook, but like the annoying ‘these are the worst ingredients to combine and somehow this tastes good and I'm going to sue you over telling me what's in this’

Is the best with understanding emotions and expressing himself. Yes, Leo might be better reading body language, but Mikey has empathy over why someone might react a certain way, not just 'if I do y then x happens'

Will push buttons to see how much he can bug someone

The one most likely to help you sneak out and get up to shit. Also the one most likely to get you two caught.

Makes up song lyrics when he doesn't know the actual words. Will change them to suit his needs, or how badly he wants to tick off his brothers. Not sure who would get the MOST annoyed by wrong lyrics on purpose, but you just know he has a different set fine tuned for each brother

His bed is basically a storage container for pillows and blankets. Which is good, because he is a serial cuddler, and if you need space to sleep you’ve got plenty of pillows to act as a body double if needs be

Loves soap operas, iron chef, diners drive-ins and dives. The more drama is in it, the more he eats it up. He and Raph bond over Golden Girls once the bigger brother realized he wasn’t going to get teased over it

Will pick up the spider to show you it’s not something to be scared of

#tmnt headcanons #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse headcanons #bayverse leonardo #bayverse donatello #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #my writing snippets

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mrsevans90 · 27 days

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 18

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Warnings: FLUFFY LOVE!!! MAJOR SMUT, Sex outdoors, public sex, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 17

As usual, I wake up well before any alarm I’ve set has the opportunity to start ringing but today I lay in bed. I’m keyed up, feeling similar to how I did in the army before a big mission. I hate that her side of the bed is empty, but Emma’s mother insisted that we sleep separately the night before our wedding. All of the women were at the hotel together, so I couldn’t even sneak in as she was sharing a room with her best friend.

Our wedding. It’s finally here.

Emma didn’t want to wait too long, and between Nana and Diana, the wedding planning became a full event that those two spent every waking hour on. Emma had input and veto rights, but with her busy job she couldn’t devote a ton of time to small details so she let my grandmother and her mother do the heavy lifting.

“All that matters at the end of the day is that I become Mrs. Austin Syverson. Everything else is just details. I’ll definitely have to reign them in at some point though.” Emma told me the next day in bed in Jamaica after we got engaged. We were discussing what she wanted and she said she was happy to have Nana and Diana help plan. She just wanted something classic and outdoors. She of course wanted to choose her dress and she wanted the dogs to be involved somehow. We laid there that night in bed talking about our future and Emma’s smile was just radiant. I lie in bed knowing I won’t get back to sleep before my mind jumps to my second favorite memory of the Jamaica trip, the first being her accepting my proposal.

**Flashback**

The morning after our engagement, I wake up and see Emma still naked and wrapped in the luxurious sheets. Her hair a mess and her lips slightly parted as she sleeps soundly. Her left hand draped delicately over her sheet covered breast catches the light peeking behind the curtains and illuminates the diamonds on her ring. I smile to myself before tossing on some boxers and making myself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker that they provided in the suite. I quietly kiss Emma’s ring, then her forehead before making my way to the balcony to drink my coffee. I sit outside for a while enjoying the view and replaying Emma’s reaction to my proposal in my head when I hear the French doors to the balcony crack open. I turn to see Emma wrapped in nothing but the white bed sheet, her hair still curled from last night but now slightly mussed from sleep as she squints into the brightness of the sun. She gives me the sexiest, sleepy smile and walks further on the balcony closing the doors behind her. Instead of sitting on one of the many chairs available, Emma makes her way directly to my lap and climbs up.

“Morning, Sugar. Sleep good?”

“Mmm.. very good. How about you?”

“I always sleep best with your naked body wrapped up against me, Darlin’.”

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss against my lips.

“We’re getting married, Sy.”

“We sure are, Sugar. You excited?”

“The most excited. I can’t wait to be your wife.” She smiles and I feel the blood rush to my cock.

“Mm! I like the sound of that. My little wife.” I smirk at her and waggle my eyebrows.

“There’s something wrong though.”

“What’s that, Darlin?”

“We haven’t completed our mission.” She whispers sultrily and drops the sheet from under her arms to expose her perfect breasts which immediately causes me to groan and reach for them.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? As mission leader and your captain, we need to rectify this problem immediately.” I grunt and thrust my erection against her still covered core before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss.

“Now, you gotta stay quiet unless you want us to get caught, ya understand?” I grunt in her ear and she nods.

“Words.”

“Yes, Captain. I understand.” She breathes and I rip the sheet as tactically as I can from her, exposing her naked body to the outdoors. I lift her gently to remove my boxers and kick them off of my ankles before setting her back down in my lap and grinding against her. Emma’s nipples are hard and she grabs my jaw and kisses me heatedly as she grinds herself against me. My hands reach down and grab each ass cheek harshly as I slide my cock through her folds, collecting her arousal which is readily available.

“You’re fucking soaked, Sugar. You like the thought of being caught out here naked?”

“Ah! Yes.” She all but moans when my tip bumps against her clit.

“Naughty girl. Anyone could look up and see your perfect body riding against mine right now.”

“Mmmmhmm.” She mewls as her juices actually drip down onto my lap. I like this new kink I’ve discovered about my bride.

With one hand grasping her tit, I take the other and shove a finger inside her core, quickly followed by a second causing her to moan louder than I had expected.

“Quiet now, Darlin’. I don’t need everyone watching my girl’s perfect body fall apart.” I smirk as I swat her ass and watch her back arch as she starts fucking herself on my fingers. Fuck, she’s so wet and warm. The sun behind her illuminates her tanned skin as she rides my fingers and I’m hard as a rock.

“Aus…I’m” is all she’s able to say before she’s squirting her climax down on to me. Her eyes are clamped shut with her hands gripping my shoulders as she arches her back and moans so sexily while I continue pumping my fingers into her to help her ride it out. I bite my lip and even have to force myself to keep my eyes open as this view is something I want to replay over and over in my mind, while also trying to keep from blowing my load without ever being touched. I pride myself on my stamina, but this ethereal woman makes me feel like a teen going through puberty. Precum is leaking steadily out of my erection and I’m taking deep breaths to keep myself from coming just from the sight in front of me. Fuck porn, this image is spank bank material for the rest of my life. Emma’s eyes reopen and she leans forward planting a dirty, wet kiss on me before lifting up, positioning herself, and sliding down on my cock. We groan together because she is so wet that even though she’s extremely tight I slide in easily. Emma doesn’t even take time to adjust before she lifts up and starts riding me. I plant my hands on her hips to help her and start sucking her nipples in my mouth as she tugs at the short strands of hair that have grown out on my head.

“After that show, I’m not going to last as long, sweetness.” I tell her and she leans down to kiss me again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Austin. I can’t wait for you to fill me with your babies and make me a mama.” She says with the most seductive smirk as she flips her hair to the side and I growl at her dirty talk. Fuck, she’s giving me a breeding kink that I never used to have.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You want me to fill you up again?” I grunt and she nods. Without a word, I lift her off of me and bend her towards the balcony railing. Thank God we are on the 4th floor and it’s still early so lots of people are still at breakfast and not out yet.

“Hands on the railing.” I grunt in her ear and she pushes her perfect ass out. I spread her cheeks and grope her before spearing her back on my cock and fucking her, hard. I reach under her and grab onto her breasts that are bouncing from my arduous thrusting and pick up my speed. The thrill of being caught is exhilarating and I swear, Emma’s arousal is dripping down her thighs.

“My sweet, naughty girl.” I growl as I grab onto her shoulder and wrap her hair around my wrist to continue pounding into her. Emma’s sweet breathless mewls show me that she’s close but trying to remain quiet for me. I reach down and thumb her clit and feel her pussy flutter around me helplessly.

“Cum on my cock, Sugar. Let me feel you.” I grunt and moments later she shatters apart, gripping the railing to keep herself from collapsing as I also find my release and spurt my hot cum inside her walls. I grunt probably too loudly but, in my euphoria, I don’t care anymore as I fantasize about getting her pregnant right now. We rest for a moment before I pick up the discarded sheet, wrapping Emma up and pulling her back down into my lap. I do a quick glance and don’t see anyone gawking and staring so I think our tryst was successfully completed.

*RING! *RING! *RING!

The alarm suddenly lets out a shrill ring, startling me from my pornographic flashback and once again I am alone in our bed, but now with an erection that I want nothing more to take care of but I force myself to wait until tonight. I shut the offending alarm off before wiping my hand down my face, stretching and heading toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decide to send Emma a picture of myself smiling with the dogs and a text.

Sy: <attachment>

Happy wedding day, Sugar. I sure can’t wait to see you today. I love you.

Emma quickly returns the text with a picture of her in silk button up pajamas and messy hair and I wish I could touch her.

Future Mrs. Syverson: <attachment>

Happy Wedding Day, Baby!! I can’t wait to see you and become your wife. I love you so so much! Check in your dress shoes for a present from me! ❤️

I head back upstairs to my closet and take my shoes from the shoe rack to see a small gift box tucked into my left shoe. I open it to reveal a really nice Bulova watch with a note.

I find myself smiling at her words as I slide my new watch on my wrist. I have to admit, it looks really good. I quickly send her a text back.

Sy: Sugar, you got me the nicest gift I could have gotten. Thank you, Darlin’, I love it. Nana should be there with your gift shortly. Hope you like it. I love you.

I knew Nana would be on her way within the hour and had promised to deliver the earrings that my mom had left to me before she passed away. They were pretty little diamond drop earrings that had a pearl at the base. She wore them on her wedding day as a gift from Nana and PawPaw and she said even though her marriage didn’t work, they represented the love of her family. I sent them along with a note for Emma.

After a cup of coffee, Walter shows up and we head over to a diner for a late breakfast. He’s my only groomsmen, as Emma only wanted one bridesmaid, choosing her best friend Cassie from Alabama who I’d met several times when they video called each other. She was an extremely nice girl, redheaded and somewhat shy compared to Emma but I was happy that she came down yesterday and they got to spend the day together doing girly things in preparation for the wedding today.

“So, how you feelin’ today man? Nervous?”

“Nah, I’m excited. I would have taken her to the courthouse months ago but I wanted her to have the wedding she’s always dreamed of.”

“I’m glad you found her. She’s a really great girl and God knows how she puts up with your stubborn ass.” Walt jokes but I have to agree.

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.”

“I thought you’d have the wedding at Nana and PawPaw’s ranch.”

“That was initially the idea but her mother and Nana convinced her there wasn’t enough room. Emma found the big field near first Baptist down there on main, and loved the idea of getting married in front of that massive oak tree so that was what it changed too.”

“Anything we need to do to help set up?”

“Nah, I already tried that. Nana hired the ranch hands to help out for the day. She said, and I quote, ‘Your only job is to arrive clean, in your suit, and on time. I don’t need you messing up our vision.’”

Walt laughed so loud he startled other customers as I shook my head at my Nana’s antics.

“Well, want to head back to the house and watch a game with a beer before we need to get ready?

“Absolutely.”

We head out to my truck and head back to my house.

“Emma tells me I’ll like her friend, Cassie a lot.” Walter says subtly.

Oh Emma, trying to set up her best friend and Walt because she wants everyone happy and in love. Matchmaking even on her wedding day.

“I’m sure you will.” I smirk at Walt who tries to act uninterested.

“All I know is that she’s a pretty redhead, who seems a bit shy. She is a graphic designer but I can’t remember where she works. Her and Em have been friends since preteens.”

“Good to know.” Walt nods continuing with his indifferent bluff.

About two hours later, I got a call from Nana saying that Emma loved the earrings and couldn’t stop crying while reading my letter. She already had the earrings on and was excited to wear them with her wedding gown. I felt proud that she appreciated the gift and it made me feel like mama was here with us in spirit. I’m confident that she and Emma would get on like peas in a pod.

My brother, Mark and his family came from Tennessee and would be staying at Nana and PawPaw’s house. I was happy when they came to visit and I got to meet the newest addition to our family, my 3-month-old nephew, Liam. Lucy their daughter would be our flower girl today and was an absolute ball of energy chasing Mills throughout the house. It was really enjoyable getting to catch up with them since we hadn’t been around each other in a while.

Several hours pass and I’m in my dress uniform headed over to the Baptist church with Walt. The girls were getting ready there, thanks to Nana’s membership, so that they could remain unseen before the ceremony. Everything looked incredible, and I had to hand it to the ladies that Emma would love it. Rows and rows of white chairs lined perfectly facing a flowered archway in front of the massive oak tree that had twinkling lights hanging from it. I had to take a deep breath as I saw Emma had framed my favorite portrait of my mom, and had the frame sitting in the front seat of rows of chairs. Effectively ensuring that I knew my mother’s presence was there with me. Seeing the set up made me more excited than ever to see my girl walking down the aisle towards me.

Finally, it was time. I stood at the end of the makeshift aisle with the officiant and Walter as many family and friends that I knew, and several from Emma’s hometown that I didn’t know sat in the chairs facing me. Walt had Aika on the leash with him as Cassie had Mills on the leash with her. Emma had been adamant about training him to behave for him to be at the ceremony. We all chuckled as Lucy threw flowers on the ground, and dumped the remaining flowers from her basket directly in front of the officiant before scuttling over to sit with Mark. The music switched to a romantic piano tune as the officiant called for the audience to rise and I watched as Emma emerged on her father’s arm. She was absolutely stunning in a tight-fitting white gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair in delicate curls with white roses tucked in it, while holding a large bouquet of matching flowers. My favorite shy smile was across her face as she walked closer towards me down the aisle. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I slightly shake my head as I can’t believe this beautiful, perfect woman was going to be mine forever.

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As we joined hands and repeated our vows after the officiant, I never took my eyes off of Emma. She is easily the most radiant and incredible person, I’ve ever known. After exchanging our rings, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. As the crowd clapped and cheered, I wrapped my arms around Emma and dipped her backwards in a passionate but appropriate kiss. Emma smiled ecstatically at me as I stood her back up before grabbing her bouquet. We gave a quick hug to her parents and my grandparents before heading down the aisle as husband and wife. As we walked back down the aisle together, our loved ones cheered for us as the photographer snapped hundreds of photos. I was more than grateful for a moment to ourselves inside the church as I scooped Emma up bridal style and carried her to a room together for a moment alone.

“Holy shit, Sugar.” I said as I stared at her body in this gown.

“Baby! We’re in a church! No cursing!” She scolded me playfully.

“Well, you’re sinful in that dress, Darlin’. Let me have a good look at you.” I motion for her to spin for me and she does so. I grunt at her before pulling her back into my arms and letting my hands roam her perfect form.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life, baby girl.” I tell her honestly and smile when her cheeks tint with blush.

“We need to go take pictures.” She says against my mouth as I pull her in for a kiss.

“Mm.. They can wait a minute. I just need a minute with my wife.” I tell her as I press another kiss to her lips.

“Anything you want, husband.” She smirks.

“You’re going to regret saying that, Sugar.” I tell her while arching my brow, not caring that we are in a church as I imply what I’m after.

“Save it for tonight, big boy. We have a wedding to get back too. I’ll make it worth your while tonight, baby.” She promises and I grunt before I adjust myself in my pants. Don’t need that showing up in all of the pictures. I pull her in for another kiss before there is a knock at the door from the photographer ready to do her job. I pout but Emma just smirks and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the room where Walt and Cassie are already waiting on us with knowing smirks.

After what feels like an hour worth of pictures of us and with our families, we head to the field which has been completely converted into a wedding reception. There is a DJ set up and tables with people already eating food. I’m starved so when Nana calls us to a table with food, Emma and I dig in.

Throughout the night, I’m surprised to see several acquaintances from the army in attendance. Turns out, Nana put Walt’s detective skills to work on tracking down any remaining army buddies and sure enough, they showed. I was proud to show Emma off to them and she loved getting to meet people from my past who couldn’t believe I settled down. Before I knew it, they were telling jokes about some of the nonsense that we all did out in the desert when we were bored between missions and Emma was absolutely captivated with each story. Before the night ended, I was dancing, yes, dancing with Emma before we left for our hotel. This woman could convince me to do just about anything with those doe eyes. I smirk at Walt who has been dancing with Cassie for several songs. Emma, as usual, was right and they seem to be hitting things off. Nana and PawPaw had just left and took the dogs with them as we were going to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. I look at Emma who has her head resting against my chest and smile.

“Have you had a good time, Sugar?”

“Mmm, the best wedding ever. I’m so excited to be your wife. What about you?”

“It’s been perfect darlin’. I can’t believe so many of my army buddies showed.”

“I can. It’s obvious how much they all admire and respect you, baby. We should make a point to reach out more.” I just grunt in response. Everyone is so spread out now, it would be difficult to see them often. Emma cuts my train of thought with her next sentence.

“I have a little surprise for you.” Emma says while biting her lip.

“What’s that, Sugar?” Emma stretches up on her tip toes to reach the bottom of my ear.

“I stopped taking my birth control a week ago.” She whispers before looking up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes and a smirk that runs straight to my manhood.

“Oh yeah? Ready for me to make you a mama?” I ask her quietly.

“Yes, honey. Let’s try for a baby.” She smiles and before I can even think I’m smashing my lips to hers.

“Can we go to the honeymoon suite yet?” I ask when she pulls away from the heated kiss to take a breath, reminding me that we have an audience.

“After the bouquet and garter toss, we can leave. Shall we?”

“Fuck yes!” I murmur before she tells Diana that we are ready to go. Diana gathers all of the single women together and Emma tosses her bouquet into the crowd that is easily caught by Cassie and I smirk at Walt who just smacks my shoulder with a grunt.

Emma sits in a chair and I get down on my good knee and slide myself under her dress to go after her garter. Fuck, she’s wearing the sexiest white bridal lingerie and it makes me even more eager to get her out of here. I pull the garter off with my teeth to the cheers of the crowd before purposefully flinging it directly into Walt’s head with a chuckle. I’ve always had perfect aim and he rewards me with his signature scowl.

Thankfully, not too much later Emma and I are headed through the crowd of people showering us with flower petals as we get in the vintage car we rented to take us to the hotel. Emma wanted us to enjoy ourselves without having to worry about driving so I was happy to get to kiss on her the entire ride to the hotel.

Emma squealed as I scooped her up bridal style and carried her through the lobby to the elevators and up to our suite for the night. We’d be leaving tomorrow afternoon to catch our flight for our honeymoon but I was determined to make every minute of this night count. I could finally make love to my wife, and so that’s what we did… All. Night. Long.

Part 19

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A/N: Thank you for being patient with me while it took me a bit longer to get this chapter out! This isn't the last chapter of the series, but I feel like this story is starting to come to an end which gives me withdrawals lol. I hope you all enjoyed their wedding!

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Prompt 10 - Violin

@jegulus-microfic February 10 Word count 733

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It took Moody two days to return to the safe house. During that time, James and Sirius had bought a few things down to the cellar to make Regulus more comfortable. An actual bed, for one thing, and a way to wash himself. Remus sacrificed a small collection of his books, and Sirius went out and bought more cassette tapes for the Walkman.

He knew he shouldn’t get comfortable, but having James around made it difficult not to be. The feelings he had for James had never gone away, but he hadn’t realised how strong they still were.

With no one to tell him no, James had spent the entirety of the last two days down in the cellar with Regulus.

It was awkward, but they got on with it. Regulus spent most of the time trying to ignore him. He didn’t want to stoke the embers of his hopes. He listened to Sirius’s music instead. Enjoying the ethereal beauty of the violin that played on one of the classical music tapes that Sirius had mixed in amongst the multiple Bowie and T.Rex cassettes. Regulus played them all, making note of his favourites, but he definitely preferred the classical ones. So much emotion bled from each note. But they couldn’t stop his nightmares.

He’d had one the previous night and woken screaming. James, who’d been sleeping on one of the chairs, was startled awake at the noise. Then he came over to where Regulus was still panicking over the images dancing behind his eyes, scooped him up and sat with him cradled in his lap. Regulus snuggled into him, feeling the warm safety of James. His sniffles eventually subsided, but he still clung to James. It had been so long since someone had held him with kindness. It had probably been James himself at Hogwarts before he’d taken the mark.

James yawned an almighty yawn and shuffled uncomfortably on the edge of the bed.

“Sorry,” Regulus whispered.

“It’s okay. Ready to get back into bed?” Regulus nodded, and James gently transferred Regulus from his arms to the mattress. He straightened up to go back to his chair.

“James?”

“Yeah, Reg.”

“Could you lie next to me?” He felt so ridiculous asking. They’d spent countless nights in a bed together, but now. Now, it was different. James rubbed the back of his neck, and Regulus knew he was going to say no. “Please, James. Just—please.” He let whatever masks may have been protecting him slip away and let the raw sadness overwhelm his features. He saw the second James gave in. He must have looked truly pathetic.

“Budge up then.” James sighed. Regulus moved as far over as the small bed allowed, and James slotted himself between the sheets. Regulus kept his back to him, not wanting to push it. He was just glad that James was close. He heard James whisper to himself.

“Fuck it.” And then James had his arms wrapped around him and pulled him in close to spoon him. Regulus melted.

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Far too soon, Mad-Eye Moody was barking at them to wake up.

“Potter, out!” James didn’t argue with him. He gave Regulus a quick squeeze and left. Regulus could hear every step he took and followed them with his eyes up the wall. He didn’t even try to hide it. What was the point?

“You’ve got a visitor,” Moody said almost pleasantly. That got Regulus’s attention. A smile was playing at the corner of Moody’s mouth. The door at the top of the stairs opened again. Regulus barely had time to sit up before Albus Dumbledore swept into the room. His plum-coloured robes billowing behind him.

“Mr Black,” He announced. His periwinkle eyes taking everything in, missing nothing. “Alastor has relayed to me your displeasure about your move to Azkaban.” His gentle voice made it sound as though Azkaban had been Regulus’s idea. “I believe Mr Potter and the other Mr Black share this displeasure.”

“And Lupin,” Mad-Eye grunted from the corner he’d gone to lean in. His magical eye spun to look through the top of his head and into the kitchen above.

“And Mr Lupin too. That is interesting.” Dumbledore said thoughtfully. He waited silently, his eyes never leaving Regulus’s face.

“Yes.” Regulus agreed when he realised that Dumbledore was waiting for a response.

“In that case, Mr Black. I have a proposition for you.”

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bibbityboppitybillyharvgrove · 1 year

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Christmas Movie Night- B.Barnes

Summary: A Christmas movie night for the Avengers, Y/N and Bucky get cozy on the couch.

Pairings: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, female reader, mentions of food, mentions of alcohol, (please let me know if I missed any)

Author's Note: I know I am very behind on the fics for December, thankfully this week is the last of the semester so hopefully I will be able to put out the fics I'm behind on and catch up. My asks are open so feel free to send is questions, suggestions and feedback. To all of the college students who are taking finals this week, good luck! You will do great!

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Word Count: 764

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

Enjoy Reading!

When Bucky first moved into the compound, the team decided to have weekly movie nights to catch him and Steve up on modern film. Every week someone on the team would pick a couple movies, everyone would bring something to movie nights whether it was blankets, pillows, snacks, or drinks. This week was Christmas movies, more specifically, modern Christmas movies. It was Y/N’s turn to pick movies so she picked How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Elf. She thought that Bucky might enjoy them but she honestly just loved the two films.

Everyone was settled around the large screen, settled on couches, chairs, the floor, some were cozied up to one another, others just sat by themselves. Bucky always sat between Steve and Y/N, she almost always ended up cuddled into his side. During movie nights, there were a few people on the team that fell asleep almost every time; Clint, Thor, Bruce and on some occasions Steve. There were also ones that almost never fell asleep during movie night; Y/N, Bucky, Sam, Tony and Peter to name a few.

With it being close to Christmas the snacks were a variety of cookies, the classic popcorn, some chocolate covered pretzels and a few others. The drinks were a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic(for Peter), of course there was spiked and normal hot chocolate, candy cane martinis, eggnog and a spiked Christmas punch made by Natasha. Everyone settled in with their drinks and snacks before the first movie had started. As the beginning of the Grinch started, Y/N felt her eyes starting to droop, her exhaustion catching up with her.

She had just gotten back from a mission only a few hours before movie night started, she had time to shower and debrief but she hadn’t gotten time to rest. Her head fell right onto Bucky’s right shoulder. He glanced to his right to find her fighting sleep on his shoulder.

“Lay down, sweetheart. Lay your head down on my lap,” Bucky whispered to her. She hummed and picked her head up for a moment.

“You sure?” She whispered back. Instead of verbally responding, he just nodded. So she laid herself down, curled up, resting her head on his lap. Bucky had grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch they were on and draped it over her curled up body.

As she was starting to doze off, she felt a warm hand stroking her cheek gently. The touch was feather-light, barely there, but she felt it and she knew that it was Bucky. She was fast asleep not much longer after the soothing touch had started. She stayed asleep throughout the whole entire movie and well into the second before she started to wake. Bucky’s hand had migrated from her cheek to her arm, where his thumb traced thoughtless patterns. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that Steve had moved his seat to sit next to Nat. Bucky was the only one to take notice that she was awake, he was the only one that even knew that she was asleep.

“Buck,” She whispered, catching his attention, “Lay with me?”

“Course, gorgeous,” Bucky replied in the same tone.

Now the two of them were laid on the couch, Bucky laying on his back, his head turned towards the tv and Y/N who was laying on her side, sandwiched between the back of the couch and Bucky, her head resting on his chest. Bucky’s vibranium arm protectively holding her, his hand rubbing across her back soothingly. It didn’t take her much longer to fall back asleep. Instead of watching the movie, he watched her, the way her nose twitched, the way her eyelashes sat on her cheeks, and the way her lips would twitch into a slight smile whenever his hand passed a certain place on her back.

Once the movie was over and the lights were back on, the members of the team that were still awake had taken notice to pair. Before they could even start ruthlessly teasing them, Bucky was quick to shut them up.

“If any of you wake her I will kill you with zero hesitation,” Bucky threatened in a whisper. The team backed off, deciding that cleaning up was a great idea.

The room was almost empty, only Steve, Bucky and Y/N remained. Steve just smiled at the pair on the couch, taking note of the protective hold Bucky had on her. “She’s good for you,” Steve said nonchalantly.

“She really is,” Bucky replied, a rare smile gracing his face.

#bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu

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sirthisisa-wendys · 1 year

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hello! it's my first time seeing your blog and MY GOD I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT LIKE I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY READING ALL OF YOUR WORKS!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE A GOD SEND

anyways, may I request bonten x a reader that has back pain? I have really bad flare-ups especially when it's cold and it has been freezing every night where I live, so on top of having sinus because of the cold, I also have to deal with back pain :(

WOW OMG THANK YOU??!!!! I am shooketh and honored, love!

You may request and I am happy to deliver! (Let me know if there was someone I missed! I took some out for the length so I wouldn't overwhelm, but if you want the other members, lemme know!)

Come Thru & Chill: Ran Haitani/ Rindou Haitani/ Takeomi Akashi/ Kakucho Hitto x Fem!Reader

wc: 800

tw: fluff

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Ran & Rindou Haitani

The brothers are a dynamic duo in and out of the fighting realm. Especially now, when they're taking such good care of you.

"You want another blanket?"

"No," you whisper, snuggling under the three Rindou has already brought you. "This is perfect."

"Are you sure?" Ran wonders, holding his share of items - a mug full of warm tea, medicine, and a box of tissues.

"I'm sure." Ran sets the items on the nightstand next to you, then sits in the chair beside the bed. Rindu takes his place at the foot of the bed, flicking on the TV and flipping through the channels until he lands on one you like - the black and white one that plays classic movies.

"This movie was good," you murmur, blowing your nose into a tissue before humming alone to the opening credits. "Have you seen it?"

"Yeah, once," Rindou replies. "But if you're recommending it, we should watch it together." Ran agrees with a simple grunt, and you three are entranced by the movie's opening scenes set in a place you'd never been.

You reckon you'd fallen asleep mid-way through because when you wake up, the two men are on either side of you and tucked under the covers. Your pain has eased considerably, and you silently thank them for their kindness with a couple of forehead kisses.

Takeomi Akashi

It's been a long day, but Takeomi is prepared for a long night when he steps into the house, rubbing his forehead.

"Babe?" Takeomi calls out, walking through the house and setting his things down where they belong. "Babe?"

"In here," you call out, and Takeomi follows the sliver of light from the hallway, his fingers loosening his tie and untucking his shirt.

"Hey, sweetheart--" He stops when he sees you grimacing in the bed, your face contorted into a painful expression. "Oh, shit."

"Just need help reaching the floor," you whisper, and Takeomi hurries to your side, reaching his hands out for you to steady yourself.

"You need the heating pad?" Takeomi wonders, his eyes glancing over at the nightstand.

"Sure," you reply and shuffle your way to the bathroom with his help. Once you're situated, Takeomi wanders back into the bedroom, pulls the heating pad out from the dresser, plugs it in, and places it right where your back would lay.

"Ready when you are." He comes back into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth carefully. "How long has it been hurting?"

"A few hours," you admit, and Takeomi nods, biting his inner lip. It isn't long before you both trudge back to the bedroom, and he helps you into the bed, relishing in the sound of your satisfied sigh when your back hits the pillows. "Thank you, baby."

"Anytime," he coos, pulling the sheets around you and kissing your lips. "Anything for my girl."

Kakucho Hitto

"Hey, how long until you get back?" Your husband looks at his watch and then answers,

"Ten minutes."

"Okay..."

"Are you feeling alright?" Something in him tells him you're not, so he's pressing his foot down on the gas before you can answer. "I'm on my way."

When Kakucho arrives in the house, he quickly locates you beside the couch. "Hey," he whispers, crouching down so you can see his face. "Let's get you somewhere comfier, yeah?"

"Yeah," you whine, your bottom lip trembling. Kakucho hefts you up by placing his hands under your armpits and cradling you in his arms.

"Just another one of those nights." When you're in bed and covered by many blankets, your husband presses his hand to your forehead and determines you have a slight chill.

"Give me five minutes. I'm going to warm up some tea for you."

"You really do love me," you tease, smiling.

"I sure do." Kakucho kisses your forehead before leaving your side and sticking to his schedule. Five minutes pass, and he returns with a pill and a small cup of tea. "Take this for the cold, and the tea will have you asleep in no time." You obey as he undresses, watching him continue his evening routine without fail.

You're drowsy when Kakucho returns from washing his face and nearly asleep when he pulls out a book he's been reading for a few weeks.

"Should I read to you before bed?"

"You should," you reply, snuggling into him as the pain fades slightly. Kakucho's voice lulls you into a comfortable sleep, each word he reads soothing your aches and pains like a sweet salve you could only conjure up in your dreams.

When you've fallen asleep, Kakucho closes his book and turns the light out, resting your head on his chest so you could listen to his heartbeat for the rest of the night.

#kakucho hitto fluff #kakucho hitto x reader #kakucho hitto #takeomi akashi x reader #takeomi akashi #takeomi akashi fluff #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani x reader #rindou haitani #ran haitani fluff #rindou haitani fluff

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amongthe141 · 6 months

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The Giver - Chapter 1

By: @amongthe141

Fandom: Call of Duty Video Game

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Y/N female reader, John Price, Frank Woods, more 141 to follow

Tags: Slow burn, Captain John Price x fem!reader, first ever shared writing...eek, sorry for grammar or lack of edits I tried, starts 2019 remake universe, yes I made Frank Woods look like a Santa and not sorry, w

Summary: Y/N is introduced to Captain John Price via Frank Woods and Y/N's life is about to become...more complicated.

Words: 1586

The knock on the door should have been promptly replied back with a bark somewhere to the tune of "...the hell you want" from the eighty some old senior man purposely sitting within the walls of his room in isolation. Whether it was for peace or reliving of fading memories but in the case of Retired Master Sergeant Frank Woods it was more likely choosing to avoid the realization that he was old when the other residents and staff constantly make one such has himself remember it on the daily. There were those who Woods allowed acceptance to enter freely…the evolution of his bark differs greatly from the first day he resided to now…the bark wasn’t so much as a bite if it was one of the favored few, which Y/N could be counted as one of them, if not the top tier of them. It wasn’t an easy achievement but one with a bit of patience and a bit of stubbornness Y/N was able to conquer. It also helped that Y/N and Woods were the troublemakers under this roof when they set their minds to it. This is why the absence of this familiar greeting put her on edge and her breathing hitched in concern.

The next group of knocks were louder, though knocking loud was always a must for any resident under this household because their hearing is shit if they were normal but they weren't. These men who lived here at this privatized retirement home had extra damage to their ears from enemy explosions, recanting to Y/N's ears in downtime storytelling or reasoning as to why their screams would wake her up at night from constant night terrors. So this last extra loud knock on Frank Woods door should have had him absolutely hysterical at her even to somewhere deep down finding superpowers to strengthen his bad knees to walk out of his bound chair to rock across his room to open the door to relay such hysterics. But as the seconds ticked and still no reply a moment of fear hit her hard. Many veterans had passed in their sleep here, death was an all too familiar experience since Y/N started five years ago, but she wasn't ready for the stubborn old man that lived to prove what a grumpy old man should be, nor one who relished in the delight of being called an asshole. She would never admit it but he was her favorite person in the converted old Victorian house they called home and Y/N wasn't ready to say an early goodbye or any goodbyes at all.

Pushing through her fear, the dark stained door opened with an eerie scream from its hinges as the room came to life as the soft glows from the afternoon sun seeped through the countless windows. The same dark stain of the door flowed adjacent to the corners where ceiling and walls and floors met in this cream colored room that belonged to Woods. Military flags stretched on the walls here and there as if it was some piece of classic art. Photos littered in frames or lay about every surface of Frank Wood’s room where there were hardly any surfaces left, unlike the floor which he needed ample space for his wheelchair to get by. The faces that stared at her back, some she knew of from when Frank allowed himself to tell her tid bits from his past, others were of the younger Frank, a more dangerous yet addictive Woods who didn't give five fucks and would do as he pleased.

Y/N could see herself getting in trouble with a younger Frank, she already did with the senior version ever since he first stepped within these hallowed halls (yes, he was a younger old man then… too proud to submit as the new guy lifebound eventually for his wheelchair) into the retirement house with other old geezers (his words at the beginning, not Y/Ns, never hers).

Y/N had been in this room a million times, could tell you where everything was and should be, but in the first moments of entering her fear made it all seem like a stranger's room instead as her eyes reluctantly stared at the empty but made up bed. One area cleared but…, what if he fell off the bed and was behind it? A sigh from Y/N released as again another spot cleared after as she approached closer to the bed to see to the other side. Y/N shifted the large ice bucket in her grasp as carrying the terror of finding him dead in the room subsided. Before asking "but where the hell was he" a coughing fit of laughter snuck in like a cool breeze from the screened door and she allowed herself to smile a silly smile as she shook her head, the bottles in the bucket clinking against each other as if rejoiced the location was given away to where a very live and fiery Woods would be. Y/N quickly crossed across the room and pushed through the reluctant screaming screen door that led out to the covered patio with her free hip, she couldn't help but tilt her head as she stared at Woods and his unexpected guest.

"Y/N!" Frank mustered to say when he was able to speak instead of cackle (it's what Y/N used to describe the coughing fits most life smokers end up getting) "Where the hell have you been?"

"Working very hard apparently being your bar wench" she said playfully as she went about carefully placing the basket of chilled beer on the table between Woods and his guest, who stood up as a bulky tower over the two of them to help her set it down very gentlemanly…probably a beer enthusiast as Woods where no drop of spilt beer should fall! He waited for Y/N to lean against the arm of the only free chair before sitting back down "Well this is certainly unexpected".

It wasn't till he spoke did she actually make eye contact with this man. Maybe it was the British accent that gave it clearly away that he wasn't a relation to Woods (as if any did visit if there were any) , perhaps the mutton chops of a beard adorning his face peppered with graying and light patches of hair teasing his age, or perhaps the beanie that bound his hair underneath…Y/N stopped processing every little detail of the man in her brain to jumpstart the point that his clear ocean blue eyes had her hooked, lined, and smitten and very much addicted instantly. Woods leaned over and passed him a cold one before jabbing one at Y/N’s closest though before taking his own, breaking her concentration on purpose but more likely for the urgency to enjoy a cold one.

Y/N smiled before twisting the cap off as Woods unceremoniously hit the cap off the side of the wheelchair’s many metal perks, deeping the dent. "What can I say, privatized retirement houses do come with perks" Woods said before downing half the bottle and then nonchalantly introducing "Y/N meet Captain John Price".

Y/N was greeted with a "Pleasure" and courteous nod with a non-mistaken smirk surrounded by his beard before he continued "When you said Woods you were in a private home, let alone a Veteran one, I indeed was not expecting this to be so…" "Homely". "Exactly".

"Thank you, when my Aunt inherited this place she didn't want it to be a place someone couldn't call home. Most other retirement homes are too hospital-like and…" "Cold". Y/N couldn't help but smile wide at them completing each other’s thoughts, "Exactly. Most have to come to retirement homes involuntarily, if bringing a bucket of cold beer helps then that's what we do." Y/N explained after more small inquiries came from Price that there were 6 other residents at the house. The staff was there 24/7 by shifts or by personal employment by the resident but Y/N was the only other person who resided there full time with her Aunt. "Life functions as a normal everyday household besides the times I get to boss this guy around" Wood’s playful eye roll earns him laugh before Y/N continues. "We make sure everyone makes their appointments, gets their meds, therapy, etc."

"Reliable and recommendable" Price said almost in a prideful tone before Woods snorted "More like lucky. VA benefits and regulations nowadays are death sentences to places like this. You won't be able to find this when you're my age for military men like us, for what we do!" Those words pulled every scar and blemish on Price to Y/Ns eyesight immediately. She's seen them hundred times over on the Veterans who have come and gone. The war battle scars they took home and relive most nights. "I better enjoy it then when I can aye?" A known silence is shared between the men as Woods nods in answer.

"Well I better go check on things and leave you two at it. Anything needed before I go?" "No, not at this time". "Well if you do, Woods will make sure we know" and she did the same thing she's done a hundred times over with her favorite grumpy old man, no matter the state he was in, it always calmed and reassured him, with that gentle and soft squeeze of her hand on his shoulder incase it was ever the last time to do it. Y/N just didn't know how soon that time was nearing.

#call of duty fanfic #modern warfare fanfic #captain john price #frank woods #captain john price x reader

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I'm doing it again! We've got @fransweek 2023, sweet gesture. I just wanted to write what I thought classic Sans would do if Frisk had a really bad day.

The spot in the bed next to me was empty when I finally woke up. I wasn’t too surprised; Frisk was typically awake before me most days. I looked at my phone to check the time; it was slightly past twelve, but I wasn’t too concerned since we hadn’t gone to sleep until close to four. I was, however, slightly concerned that Frisk had left me a voicemail.

“Hey hon, I would say this was the worst day ever, but looking back earlier in my life, I fell in a giant hole, on a cursed mountain, for a reason. Anyway, today wasn’t exactly peachy, regardless, so I’m going to complain about it.

It started off with me getting called into work because my coworkers are big babies that don’t know how to handle their own problems. I missed my morning coffee, didn’t bring a lunch with me, and I didn’t even get to say goodbye to you this morning, because we had been asleep for maybe three hours, and you’re impossible to wake up before the five hour mark. Plus, the man who called me, made the issue seem life or death. It wasn’t. I could’ve handled it with an email.

The worst part was that they didn’t allow me to come home after the problem was fixed. I know that they should’ve. I even told them, that was the only thing I was doing today. Then, curse my inability to say no, they convince me to do more work. It’s supposed to be my day off. I had plans to cuddle with you and be lazy, if only for today. But, no! I had to go into work today. I’m sorry. I’ll probably be home by six. Love you.” The voicemail ended, and I was left speechless.

This just solidified that my wife is incredible and that she needed some major TLC when she got home. Luckily, I probably had close to six hours to get everything done. All of the chores had already been done last night, so I could really only surprise her with dinner. This also gave me some time to kill, and since my wife wasn’t here to stop me from being a workaholic on my day off, the hypocrite, I looked over some court cases that were bugging me.

It had reached five o’clock when I finally started on dinner. Prep time took longer than I had anticipated, so I was a bit nervous when I finally slipped the quiche into the oven. Luckily, the oven went off as my beautiful wife pulled into the driveway.

When she entered the house, I grabbed her coat and went to hang it up.

“dinner’s on the table. i figured you might be hungry after not eating all day.” I pulled out her chair and went to sit down, myself.

“Sans, this is too sweet. You really shouldn’t have. I mean the wine, the quiche, what next? Are you going to surprise with you having done the laundry?” She giggled and rolled her eyes a little.

“joke’s on you, we did that together, last night. you’re only running on three hours of sleep though, so i’ll let it slide. i do hope that the ice cream that’s sitting in the freezer will be a nice surprise though. it’s miso ice cream.” Her eyes lit up, and she gave me a large smile.

“You’re going to give me a toothache before I get to the ice cream with how sweet you are. I really appreciate it, but enough talking, because you won’t get very much conversation out of me while I’m stuffing my face.” I rolled my own eyes and stood to pour her a glass of wine before eating with her in a comfortable silence.

When we were done eating, Frisk gave me the largest pout she could muster, in hopes that I would cave and give her the ice cream. While it was hard, I managed to prevail.

“you can have some ice cream after you’ve changed into not professional attire and while we’re sitting on the couch, bingeing adventure time.” She clapped a little, before giving me a salute.

“Yes, sir! I’ll be right back.” She practically bounced up the stairs, and I went to get the ice cream in the bowls.

She quickly came back down, and we started watching the show. We were curled up on the couch together, our bedroom comforter was sloppily wrapped around her, and only the sound of the show and clinking spoons could be heard. After the second episode, I turned the TV off. Frisk was quietly snoring, her bowl sitting limply in her hands, as if holding on for dear life so as not to fall. It was a bit awkward to maneuver myself into a position to grab it, but I managed to do it without stirring her.

I hadn’t been awake for too long, so I was feeling a bit antsy. I decided to take this opportunity to admire her. She was in sweat pants, her hair having been pulled into a messy bun, and a strap of her tank top was hanging off of her shoulder. It might not sound too impressive, but I thought that seeing her like this was everything. The bags under her eyes told me that any trouble I went through tonight, was well worth it and having to scrub the ice cream bowls tomorrow wouldn’t be too big of a deal. In my mind she will always be worth any and every gesture I make for her, be it big or small. She deserves it all, and with that last thought, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

#fransweek #fransweek 2023 #frisk x sans #sans x frisk #frans #undertale

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honey-baby-blossom · 1 year

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Nocturnal Animals - bruce wayne

part one | part two | part three

summary | Bruce and Dottie swim in the aftermath of their first meeting

warnings | hospitals, mentions of death, cops

word count | 2.5k

notes | this is the new and improved version, the only scene I kept is the first with dot and lainey, everything else is new and all the old stuff is out !!

The world felt blurry and white as Dottie started to wake up. Her entire body felt heavier than stone and numb to her calls for movement, but she willed her eyes open and turned her head slightly to look over at the person sitting in the chair next to her bed. Dark auburn hair tied into a bun messily but far from stylish. She had bags under her eyes and a small bit of drool peeking out of the corner of her mouth, but in her sleeping state, Dottie still recognized how absolutely pretty her younger sister was.

"Lainey?" she whispered, her voice hoarse and weak, but still there. She watched her sister's eyes flutter open quickly and stare back at her. For a moment, they just looked at each other, basking in the mutual consciousness. There was a note of fear in the younger girl's eyes that made Dottie's stomach churn, but it quickly turned to comforting relief. Suddenly, Elaine sprang into action. Dottie let her eyes fall closed for a brief moment, letting her mind wake up fully.

"Sure took you long enough, Dot," Elaine chuckled, her voice filled with exhaustion. Dottie ignored her and tried to sit up in the awkward hospital bed. Warm hands flew to her shoulders to keep her down firmly, Elaine's disapproving mutter filling the silence.

"How long was I out?" Dottie asked, frowning up at her sister in the bright lights of the room. Elaine turned one of the switches on the wall off, dimming the lights in the room by half, before sitting back down in the chair next to the bed.

"Two days. They called me when you were dropped off," she answered, tugging out her bun tiredly. Her hair was matted and desperate for a shower, she's been away from home this whole time, Dottie guessed. She frowned and tried her best to recall how she'd gotten here and how long ago it was. "I'm still trying to get in touch with the insurance company to see if being assaulted by a maniac pretending to be another maniac is covered, but no dice, yet."

Dottie let out a soft sigh and let her head tilt back against the soft pillow, eyes fluttering closed in exasperation. Elaine was always taking care of her despite being two years younger. Dottie remembered having to drive her to school every day and now that same kid was taking calls with insurance companies just so she wouldn't have to.

"I don't want you worrying about that, Lainey. Let me take care of it," Dottie mumbled, staring up at the ceiling. Her sister let out a scoff and patted her on the hand.

"Don't even start. I couldn't be prouder to be your little sister right now," Elaine laughed, smiling gently at the girl next to her. Dottie turned to look at her with a frown, lips pulled down in a confused pout. "You survived a Joker copycat and got saved by Batman. Just like Dad always said: you're the luckiest girl alive, Dot."

The older girl's eyes darted away quickly, her head shaking slightly.

"I'm not sure if being held hostage like that can be considered 'luck'. Dad only called me lucky to get me to come along on his poker nights. If I was actually lucky then he'd still be here," Dottie said softly, picking at the IV taped to the back of her hand. Elaine let out a nervous chuckle, readjusting in the seat.

"Classic Dottie. Bringing down the mood," she sighed, smoothing her sweatshirt down across her stomach.

"You gotta be known for something, right?" the older girl mumbled, hands searching around the bed for the remote control that would tilt the bed up higher. Elaine tossed it into her lap quickly, already anticipating her needs.

"Don't you have a million questions waiting to be answered?" she asked, tiredly. Dottie looked over at her while her torso was raised higher up on the bed.

"Yeah, how's Mickey?" Dottie asked quickly, trying to blink the tiredness out of her eyes. Elaine paused, tightening her lips into a straight line.

"He's good, staying over at a friend's house. I didn't have the heart to tell him. You know how worried he gets," she answered, letting her face soften at the mention of her nephew/foster son.

"You could have brought him with you. So, I could see him," Dottie said softly, her eyes giving away the motherly desperation she tried holding back.

"I considered it," Elaine nodded slowly, "But I think it would be best for him to only see you when you're at your best until we get everything sorted. The state can use anything to keep proving you're not fit."

Dottie felt her throat tighten slightly as she looked down at the messy stitching around her thin wrists and the dark bruises that bled up her arms. It would scare him to see her like this.

"Yeah. You're right," she admitted quietly, clearing her throat. Elaine took a deep breath and reached for her phone, tapping and swiping quickly until she found a picture of the young boy and held it out for her sister.

"He's starting to look more and more like you, though. His hair is getting curly like yours," she said, her voice gentle and soothing. Dottie blinked back tears and took the phone, holding the screen close to her face to examine every detail.

She was right, his hair was curly and dark. Not auburn like the rest of the family, just dark like Dottie's. His whole body looked so tiny and thin, even though he stood a head taller than the rest of his friends in the photo. He had his dad's dimples, though, and his eyebrows. But those eyes looked like they'd been plucked right from Dottie's head. Bright, brown eyes.

"Send me this one. Please," Dottie whispered shakily, handing back the phone. She swallowed in an attempt to force the lump down from her throat and blinked her tears away quickly. Elaine opened her mouth to say something, but stopped, her face pulled together in a concerned frown. The older girl shook her head and gave an unconvincing smile. "Only at my best, right?"

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Bruce’s hands were cold as he tightened the laces on the black combat boots, the knuckles still bruised from the night before. He tucked the ends of the laces underneath the straps and flexed his foot to see how it felt. Tight enough, but they’ll loosen by the end of the night. Bruce shook his head and leaned back down, pulling the strands loose again.

Footsteps echoed through the dark garage, the light clicks of fancy shoes on the concrete. Alfred appeared out of the shadows, his hands tucked formally behind his back.

“Leaving for the night, Master Bruce?” he asked, his chipper accent a light contrast to the worry and exhaustion in his voice. Bruce didn’t look up from his shoes and nodded slightly.

“Need to meet with Gordon. He sent me a message late last night,” he answered, wincing slightly at the squeeze around his foot. He rolled his ankle and leaned back. Too tight this time. Should have kept them like they were. He sighed and went to lean back down before Alfred beat him to the punch. “Alfred, don’t-“

“Nonsense,” he said, waving him off. He rested on his left knee as he elegantly pulled the laces apart then twisted them back together on the boot. Bruce hated how perfect and efficiently he tied them back together, knowing the young man’s feet better than he knew his own. He finished them and pulled the strap across before patting the side of Bruce’s foot and standing up again.

“Makes me feel like a child when you do things like that,” Bruce grumbled. Alfred smiled slightly and reached over to ruffle Bruce’s messy hair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” he said, tucking his hands back into his pockets. Bruce stood in his suit, the boots and his above average height making him tower above the older man. Alfred still smiled up at him warmly, his light eyes crinkling at the sides with age. Bruce’s frown deepened as he moved to the table to retrieve his gloves.

“I hated it then too. Only difference is now I could really stop you if I wanted,” he said, pulling the armored gloves over his chilled hands. Alfred let out a hearty chuckle and shook his head.

“I’d love to see you try, Master Bruce,” he laughed, turning back towards the door he came from. Bruce glared in his direction and picked up the closest thing he could find (a monogrammed pen) and threw it at the man. Without turning, Alfred caught it quickly and tucked it into his pocket with another chuckle.

Bruce smiled slightly, watching the door close behind him fully before sliding the cowl over his face.

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The air whistled in Jim Gordon’s ears as he hugged his coat tighter around his chest. He turned on the beam of light nearly an hour ago, but knowing Batman (if he could even say that), it would be nearly another until he arrived. Gotham winters were harsh and unyielding, a tradition that Jim was never fond of. Barbara once tried to convince him to pack the family up for a vacation in Florida for Christmas, but even she knew it would be chaos to try and pry Jim from his desk. But the idea always stuck with him. Little Barb building sandcastles around her brother while he and his wife drank daiquiris; it sounded like paradise. Instead, Jim stood here, on top of the GCPD, waiting for a vigilante dressed as a bat to meet him for conversation.

In a quick flutter of his cape and the thud of boots hitting metal, Jim was met by the Bat. The dark silhouette of the hulking figure relieving to the man as it meant he could finally step inside.

“Took you long enough,” Jim grumbled, shoving the door open and letting it swing wide enough for his partner. Batman stayed quiet, but Jim felt his amusement at watching him shiver and huff hot air into his hands.

“I’ll bring you some mittens next time,” he said as the door closed behind him. Jim shot him a quick glare and started down the stairs.

The GCPD was half empty this time at night, leaving it open for Jim and his masked partner to work on cases without half the uniformed officers staring and trying to mingle with the guy covered in armor. Plus, since everything over Halloween, Jim finally got his promotion: detective with an office after six years of just detective with a desk.

“Anything new on the copycat?” Batman asked, his voice low and monotone. Jim sighed and sat down at his desk, shoving a few stacks of paper out of the way.

“Bradley Wheeler. Used to work at Ace until he got fired about a month ago. We’re looking through his apartment tomorrow morning. Judge was slow to approve the warrant. Speaking of, did you get a chance to get everything you wanted from Riddler’s apartment? Or what’s left of it at least?” Gordon answered, tilting his head up to look at the masked man.

“I tried to. Most of it was damaged from the flood. Anything that could be salvaged I took for my files,” Batman said, looking over the board of ongoing cases on Jim’s wall. The older man chuckled softly, causing the Bat to peer at him over his shoulder.

“What files, man? You think you’ll need those later?” he asked, a smile playing behind his thick, dark mustache.

“If he pops up again, yes. Or someone like him,” Batman answered matter-of-factly. “Sometimes I like looking back for things I may have missed. Maybe the kids will ask about it one day.”

“You’ve got kids?” Jim raised his eyebrows quickly. Batman showed a small smile and shook his head.

“No. Thought you knew me better than that,” he said, the amusement still playing at his lips. Jim rolled his eyes and set down another stack of papers in front of him.

“Playing it fast and loose with the definition of ‘knowing’, I see,” Gordon joked, flipping through file tabs until he found the one he needed and slid it across the desk. Batman picked it up and flipped through the pages, making sure to scan the pages thoroughly for his video files.

“He wasn’t alone,” he said coolly, his expression hardening.

“Looks that way. Whatever he used as the poison though, he made that himself, so he can’t be too close to Joker.”

The Bat stared at the mugshot of the man, his jaw clenched. He wasn’t Joker- that was absolutely for sure. But he had that same look in his eye, a knowing confidence in himself. No matter how sure Batman was, that look of confidence still sent a shock down his spine.

“Why the diner?” he asked, flipping to the next page in the file.

“Not clear, yet. But it might have something to do with the girl,” Gordon answered, leaning across his desk to grab another file and hand it up to the vigilante. Batman tossed the first file aside and took the new one quickly.

Dorothy Michelle Murphy. Born November 1st, 1989. Parents: William Murphy, deceased & Suzanne Murphy, unknown whereabouts. Partner: Oliver Rivera, deceased. One son, Michael Rivera-Murphy, in custody of aunt, Elaine Gilbert (née Murphy).

The picture wasn’t a mugshot like he was used to seeing in files like these. It looked like a family photo with the rest of the members cropped out, but Batman could still see the masculine arm draped across her shoulders. How wide her smile looked, how bright her eyes were. Something in his stomach hardened as he flipped it shut.

“You think there’s a connection?” Batman asked, his voice steady and cold. Gordon always likened it to talking with a statue, all stone and concrete.

“Her husband was killed in the drama leading up to the Maroni bust. It’s not a huge link, but if she’s gotten in with that side of things, I wouldn’t call it all a coincidence.”

Batman nodded slowly, the knot in his stomach growing denser by the second.

“Let me look into her, see if there’s something there. You stay focused on Wheeler,” he commanded. Gordon scoffed lightly and reached back into the box of files.

“I’ll pretend you didn’t just…” He trailed off, sitting back up straight to find the room empty. “I’m getting damn tired of this.”

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pianocat939 · 2 years

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Here’s one. Maybe Yandere Pumpkin cookie following MC around the bile trick or treating before grabbing them and taking them away before they can get home

HELL YEAH FINALLY A REQUEST FOR BEST GIRL HAS COME (sorry I just love Pumpkin Pie so much)

Credits to Andrew Gold for the song “Spooky Scary Skeletons”. It is forever a Halloween classic.

Tw: Fear from Paranoia, Kidnapping, Implied stalking, MC gets bounded by tape at some point.

Shivers Down Your Spine

The night is young, and the children and parents are still outside participating in the festivities. They run around in their costumes, screaming, "Trick or treat" every chance they get.

A group of friends walks among the streets, holding bags with some candy filled in them. They chat excitedly, conversing in matters they would only understand.

The wind howls, flipping over some hats. A feminine voice giggles, seemingly close but so far away from the group. Perhaps it's from one of the children.

"Did you guys hear that voice? Or am I hearing things?" One of the members of the group calls out, gripping the ends of their costume.

"Nope. Maybe it's from one of the residents around here. You shouldn't worry about it Y/n Cookie, I'm sure it's nothing." Another answers, looking through their sweets bag. They snatch one, unwrapping the plastic and chewing the sweet.

Y/n Cookie doesn't continue the conversation. Instead, they focus on trick or treating, trying not to pay attention to their growing fear.

As they continue on, the giggles repeat, and occassionally singing, "Spooky scary skeletos send shivers down our spine." Terror pounds in Y/n Cookie's heart, their breathing unsteady.

The same response is given no matter how many times they ask the others whether they can hear anything. It makes the fear grow, clouding their mind.

Finally, the group finishes their route, and the friends say goodbye, all going their separate ways. Y/n Cookie decides to walk home, since their house not too far.

As they travel, they hear the sound of pebbles scraping against the path. They look behind them, only to see that no one is there. Paranoid, they tread swiftly, hoping they arrive home soon.

After a few blocks their front door greets them, comforting their ever growing fear.

While they unlock the door a beast looms over them, creating a monstrous shadow. In a effortless swing it knocks the poor cookie out. Their body is dragged away and thrown into the beast's gigantic arms, carried away.

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On a vintage record player "Spooky Scary Skeletons" plays, the music disrupting the quiet household. In a room deep inside the gothic mansion, is an orange and black-themed cookie, drinking tea in a well manner. She hums, her tired eyes glancing lovingly at the cookie across from her.

"Sweetie, wake up~ You're going to miss tea time." They don't answer, still knocked out from the swing earlier.

She nudges them impatiently, eager to speak to them. "Come on, open your lovely eyes for me."

Slowly they lift their heavy eyelids, the harsh light invading their fragile eyes. They notice they aren't in their house, or anywhere familiar. Frightened, they start to thrash in their chair, attempting to break the binds that cover their body and mouth.

"Oh Y/n Cookie, don't struggle! You might fall over and get a concussion!" Pumpkin Pie stands up and rushes over to them worriedly, holding down their shoulders.

Pompon squeaks, its small body wiggling on the tabletop. "Hey, hey, you're ok. It's just me and Pompon." Pumpkin Pie wraps her arms around their waist, nuzzling into them.

Once they've calmed down enough she sits back down, returning to her now lukewarm tea. She unexpectedly laughs, hand covering her mouth. "Oh I'm so excited for what's going to come next! I've been watching you for so long, I was getting tired."

Pompon sits on Y/n Cookie's lap, chirping as it munches on the biscuits (Americans not the bread, I mean crackers). It chuckles at their horrified expression.

"You know, Pompon loves your scared expressions, almost as much as I do! I love them so much, you're like a scared little cat~" She takes a sip of her tea, staring into the deep brown liquid. "I've watched you for a year now, and today is the anniversary."

She takes the teapot, pouring a drink into another teacup. She slides it over to Y/n Cookie, smiling with madness. "Here have some tea, I brewed it to a flavour you love."

They awkwardly stare at the cup, confused on what they should do.

"Oh silly me! Your mouth is taped! Oh well, you can drink this after you adjust to your new home...Our home."

The record continues to play, the lyrics bouncing off the walls; "We're sorry skeletons, you're so misunderstood."

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I love my best girl, her aestheic is just perfect. I’m planning to get another request done today so hope this keeps you entertained while I do so.

- Celina

#cookie run #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere cookie run #cookie run kingdom #yandere pumpkin pie cookie #pumpkin pie cookie

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thatgirlsstory · 1 year

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It’s fuck boy story time Tumblr.. read till the end, I need advice

At 12:05 am, I’m sitting at the bar with my friend Emily and my work email goes off. Stressing out, I get up and go outside to deal with this work fire. A cute boy is sitting on the patio enjoying a cigarette, he’s 6’4, blue eyes with long brown hair tucked behind his ears with 1 strand dangling in his face. He sensed my stress and asked if I would like one. I smiled, accepted and thanked him. There’s something so sexual about a boy lighting a cigarette for you… 15 minutes later, when I finished my email, I walked back inside and found the cute boy sitting next to the chair where I was sitting, his name is RJ btw. After some witty banter, i introduced RJ to my friend Emily and he introduced me to his friend Paul. The 4 of us had a great evening, the conversation was flowing and the shots were pouring.

There was clearly some sexual tension between me and RJ, but like always, I was playing hard to get. After what is about to happen next, I’ve been finding myself over analyzing that evening. Was he really into me? Maybe I was being too flirty. But no…. Regardless of how drunk I was, I was SURE he was more into me than I was into him. HE asked for my number HE asked for my ig, asked ME on a date, asked if he could walk ME to my car….

Anyways, moving on. It was past last call and the bartender turned on the lights. We made our way outside and shared a cigarette before going our separate ways. Emily opened her big mouth and it slipped out that I was driving. Don’t get me wrong, I never drink and drive, in fact I hate when people do it. But this was a spur of the moment drunk and I just couldn’t leave my car in a public parking lot down town toronto, overnight… regardless, not an excuse I know.. RJ looked at me and refused to let me drive. After going back and forth about wether or not I should drive, we landed on me driving but RJ had to walk us to the car and I had to call him when I got home. And if I didn’t call him, he would call Emily to make sure I was okay. He got Emily’s number, he already had my number and Instagram from earlier on in the night. We get to my car, Emily hops in and I go in to give RJ a hug. He grabs me by the hips and kisses me. Soft, romantic, passionate but not raunchy… we said our goodbyes, I hop in the car and like classic girls, Emily and i scream OMG THAT WAS SO CUTE!!!!

Ready for it? Buckle up!

Once I make it home, safe. I text RJ and let him know, we go back and forth over text a few times, saying how lovely it was to meet me and to chat tomorrow about setting up a date for next week. I had butterflies. Moments later Emily texts me a screenshot or her conversation with RJ. He texted her once I said I was home, and proceeded to tell Emily how hot she was and how he wanted to rip her clothes off. Emily, trying to be nice, she kindly turns him down, followed by a few “lols”. At this point he’s basically begging her to come over at 4 in the morning…. That’s when she sent me the screenshot. I go to RJ, as we’re still texting and say…. Um yeah maybe don’t ask me on a date and then slide into my friends DM’s? I was trying to be casual, after all we did JUST meet. But I felt rejected. The audacity of this man. Like you were hitting on me all night in front of Emily and his friend. It was clear Emily was trying to wing man me. We were best friends, and he knew that. Did he honestly think I wasn’t going to find out? That’s comical. He apologizes profusely and said, we were calling him hot and it went to his head. I told him, she was trying to wing man. She wanted him for me not for her… whatever. He said he felt awful and totally read to signals wrong blah blah blah. I went to bed

The next day, I wake up to a text from RJ apologizing again. I laughed it off and said, yeah it’s okay, that just means you’ll have to work even harder. Throwing in some flirty banter. We spend the day going back and forth, getting to know each other. I thought he was super sweet and I totally forgave him for the night before and I blamed it on the alcohol.

The NEXT day (aka 2 days later) I pick Emily up and we head to a coffee shop to do a fun work from home day together. I update her on RJ and she goes… yah I need to talk to you about that…. Sitting in my passenger seat, Emily proceeds to tell me how the day after and even that morning, RJ was still texting her saying how much he liked her and wanted to fuck her…. I was trying so hard to hold back my tears. I felt absolutely rejected. But not only was he saying all this to my friend but he was saying things to her he never even said to me. With her he was all raunchy and talking about sex, with me he was a gentleman and polite and wanted to take me on dates and said I was special…. This was all too much. Emily left him on read but I still felt absolutely awful.

After our work from home day together and I drop Emily off at home. I get a text from RJ, in which I left on read. I hated him

4:48- How’s your Friday goin??

4:49- You look really cute in Emily’s Ig story :)

5:15- Can you send me your work schedule for next week again pleaseee?

At this point, I had to say something, maybe I was too soft and polite. Tumblr… You tell me…

ME- 6:04- Thank you! So I’m pretty upset, obviously you must know Emily showed me your guys convo. I don’t blame you, she’s a total babe, and I’m sure her being married and untouchable probably makes her even more desirable, I get it. Shooting your shot when you’re drunk, I can just laugh it off. I’m not the jealous type, I’m pretty chill but still saying those things to Em, today and yesterday really hurt my feelings. I actually liked you, I thought you were a pretty rad guy and I was looking forward to getting to know you. But I’m not one to compete for men, even though she wouldn’t cheat on her husband, I somehow still feel like I’m competing. I’m 30, I’m not going to put myself in a position where I’m going to be upset over a man this early in the game. I think I’ll just bow out and let you try to shoot your shot with Emily or whoever.

HIM- 6:05- Nooo no please don’t do that. I am not going to go after Emily, it was just silly flirting and it was immature. There’s obviously no chance for a future there, it was dumb. I genuinely apologize, but I promise there is no competition. I’m not going to chase after her, it was dumb. Will you give me a chance??

6:06- Please? I liked meeting you and am very intrigued by you - I was being an idiot

6:10- I was acting like the exact thing I hate. I understand if you don’t want to see me again, I am really sorry though. I hope you’ll let me try to make it up to you though

As a hopeless romantic- We some how ended the conversation with me saying I would give him another chance but my guard is up and this must be one hell of a date for me to forget what happened… we briefly texted over the weekend while he was away with him family. A day next week for our “date” has not been locked in but he said he has plans for our date already in mind. I haven’t heard from him since mid day yesterday… which is fine, he was away with his family after all… but why am I constantly checking my phone to see if he texted me? Why am I thinking about him? Why did I give him another chance? Would he even follow through with this date, will I even hear from him again? This is all so fucked up. And it’s fucking with my mind…

TUMBLR I NEED YOUR HELP! Please reblog, the more advice and help I can get the better! Thank you 🥹

-t

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thmgau · 10 months

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CHAPTER 21 - TAKING FLIGHT [wattpad link]

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“Nora. Nora, wake up.”

Something was shaking at Nora, rudely interrupting her awesome dream about applying to become a chair.

Opening her eyes & rubbing them, she could kind of see now: it was Sorrel awakening her.

“What do you want?” she yawned, stretching her arms. “There’s kids in our living room.” “Huh..? What are you-”

As she sat up in bed, Nora remembered what had happened the day before. She had let Spring & Storm stay at her apartment for the night. Nora guessed she had completely forgotten to tell Sorrel before she went to bed.

“Oh! You mean Spring & Storm?” Nora asked, shoving the blanket off of her. “I offered to let them stay the night here before we got their parents back together. Don’t worry ‘bout it.” “I thought you were a magical hero, not a marriage counselor.” “It's a long story.” “I’ve got time. Not like either of us have a job anyway.”

Hopping out of bed, Nora made her way to the kitchen as Sorrel followed. She made breakfast (pancakes!) while explaining yesterday’s events to them.

“So.. they’re like, gods or something?” “I guess so, yeah.” “& they want you to.. get their parents back together?” “Pretty much.” “I hope you’re gettin’ paid for this. Rent’s due soon, yea?” “Yea, but Cherry’s mom usually handles our rent for us.” “That’s.. nice of her.” “Yup. Not sure how much longer that’ll last, though.” Nora chuckled, flipping the last of the pancakes onto the plate. “Do you know if Spring & Storm are awake yet?” “When I walked in, they were fast asleep on the couch. Probably still are.” “Alright. You think you could carry a few of these plates for me?” “Sure.”

Nora & Sorrel each grabbed 2 plates each as they walked over to the couch, where Spring & Storm were. She had given them pillows & blankets to sleep with, along with some old clothes Nora had lying around for pajamas. She didn’t want them sleeping in jeans, after all. Spring was still asleep, but Nora could see Storm was waking up a bit.

“Hey, Storm.” “..g’mornin.” “I made breakfast,” Nora smiled, sitting the two plates of pancakes on the coffee table. “Thought you might be hungry.” “Oh, um.. thanks.”

Storm sat up & took one of the plates off of the coffee table. She grabbed the fork & cut off a small bite out of the pancake, eating it.

“Mm.. this is good.” “Thank you! I’m glad you like them so much!”

Taking another bite out of her pancakes, Storm took a glance at her sister, who was still sleeping soundly.

“Classic Spring. She always sleeps in at the Castle.” “I tend to sleep in a lot as well,” Nora chuckled, taking one of the plates from Sorrel’s hands & sitting down in the recliner. “I’ve missed a lot of classes this semester because of it.”

Sorrel, not wanting to attract the attention of Spring & Storm, went to go eat their pancakes in a separate room.

“Anyways..” Nora hummed. “We’re supposed to get your parents together again today, yea?” “Yup.” Storm nodded. “We’ll have to go up into space to go it. I suppose you haven’t been there yet, yea?” “Yea, no. We’ve never been to space. I’m not even sure how we’re supposed to get there.” “Well, you have the book. I’m sure there’s definitely something in there about it. I haven’t read most of it myself, but.. y’know.” “You haven’t read the book?” “No. Only Fate & Betty were allowed to read it before sending it down to Earth.” “Ah.. I see. Well, Kalani has the book, so I’ll have to text him about bringing it over here.”

Setting her pancakes aside, Nora took out her phone & sent a text to the group chat.

Nora: yo can u all meet up at my apartment Nora: bring the book while ur at it kalani

“There we go!” Nora grinned. “It’s only 8 AM, they should be waking up soon anyway.”

The moment the words fell out of Nora’s mouth, she spotted Spring waking up.

“Good morning!” she yawned, stretching her arms out. “Yo.” “Good morning, Spring! I’ve made breakfast if you’re hungry.” “Ooh,” Spring said, sitting up. “Those look good.” “They are.”

The next 5 to 10 minutes consisted of the girls eating their breakfast & waiting for the others to show up. As Nora finished her pancakes, there was a knock at her door. She got up & answered it, & lo & behold: it was the rest of the group.

“G’mornin, y’all!” Nora smiled as her friends entered her apartment. “Good morning!” “Yea, good morning. Do we have to do this at 8 in the morning?” “Hey, nobody said we were leaving right now.” “..fair.”

As everyone got settled in, Kalani set the book down on the coffee table.

“One magical book, as per your request, madam.” Kalani said, winking at Nora. “It’s an absolute pleasure,” Nora said, opening the book up. “Now let’s see.. what page are we supposed to go to?” “I dunno. Just flip around until you find something relevant.” “Alrighty.”

Nora flipped through some of the pages until she landed on a page titled “Flight”.

“This seems on-topic, I think.” Juniper hummed. “Yea, let’s see what this says..” Nora said, leaning in to read what was written. “‘As heroes, you will need a way to get around quickly without hassle. This is why we have granted you with the power of flight.’” “Ok, first of all, that’s sick as hell. Second of all, since when was flight considered not a hassle?” “Flying would definitely help us get to class faster..” “‘In order to fly, you will need to enter Hero Mode-’ Of course. ‘-& simply lift yourself up into the air.’” “Sounds easy enough. Let’s try it.”

Pulling on their necklaces, the group transformed into Hero Mode.

“This’ll be fun to watch.” Storm chuckled.

“Alrighty!” Leslie grinned. “It says we just have to lift ourselves off of the ground, right?” “Yup. That’s what it says.” “So we’re supposed to jump?” “Maybe? Are we allowed to jump in here?” “I don’t think anyone lives below me. I’m sure it’s fine.”

Kalani jumped up. She landed right back onto the ground.

“It didn’t work.” “Maybe I should have kept that pull-up bar my dad gave me when I was 9. That would be pretty helpful right about now.” “Have you tried double-jumping?” “Double-jumping isn’t real.” “Yea, you’d be the one to know double-jumping isn’t real, wouldn’t you, Cherry?” “Oh, whatever. It wasn’t that bad.” “You literally tried to double-jump onto the school roof & ended up banging your face against the wall.” “So? It could have ended worse.” “How do you even attempt a double-jump in the first place?” “I don’t know, but it’s not whatever Cherry did, that’s for sure.” “Remember that one video of those dudes fighting & there was the one guy who jumped & hung there in the air for a solid 2 seconds?” “How could I forget? That was fucking cool.” “What if we tried to do that?” “But how?” “Maybe we just have to think about it! Like with the weapons!” “Surely that’s not gonna-”

Leslie hopped up into the air. As a surprise to everyone (including Spring & Storm), it managed to stay in the air.

“Woah! I’m doing it!” “Well. I stand corrected.” “Nice job!” Spring grinned. “Thank you!”

Leslie floated down to the ground, landing with a little trip in their step, but mostly calm. “Maybe we shouldn’t be flying in the apartment, though. Might be safer to try it outside.”

“Well, thankfully, outside is where we need to go next. So let’s do it.”

#thmgau #taking flight

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kacywhistler · 2 years

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Kacytober Day 25- Muscles

5 times Lucy admires Kate’s muscles from afar + 1 time Kate catches her

Lucy notices it when they got back from Tennant’s backyard after Kate sang her heart out. They are laying in bed after a long night of rediscovering each other’s body completely spent. Lucy takes a look at her sleeping girlfriend, raking her eyes over her naked body when she sees the slight muscle definition on Kate’s stomach, she reaches out and gently runs her fingertips over it. How much has Kate worked out since their breakup Lucy thinks to herself as she continues tracing patterns over Kate’s stomach. She hears Kate groan and then feels her shift, she stills her motion hoping she didn’t wake her up. Kate mumbles something before cuddling into Lucy, content and tired Lucy closes her eyes and falls asleep with a small smile on her face.

Kate is walking out of the bullpen, Lucy behind her. Kate is wearing her classic skirt and heels, Lucy can’t help but stare. She lowers her gaze, with every step Kate takes her calf muscles flex, she knows they weren’t as defined before she knows that because she’s stared at those long legs for way too long and Lucy wonders if she ever was into muscles before this.

They are at the gym sparring as usual, "Oh come on, is that all you've got" she taunts Kate. She sees a smirk on Kate's face and before she has the time to react she feels her feet leave the ground as Kate flips her and lands on her back with Kate pinning her hands above her head. Their breathing is ragged, Lucy blinks her eyelids heavy and pupils dilated as she takes in Kate's smug face, how her arm muscle flexes as she tightens her grip on her hands. Someone clears their throat and Kate jumps off of her and extends her hand to pull her up.

Lucy is watching Kate and Tennant in the interrogation room trying to crack a suspect. Kate's sitting hands folded on the table, jaw clenching as Tennant passes the autopsy picture to the suspect. Kate pushes the chair back and stands up, crossing her hands over her chest jaw unclenching. She can see the frustration on Kate's face, her jaw muscle clenching every few seconds. Maybe that's why she has a perfect jawline Lucy thinks to herself or maybe it's the eating her out that keeps her jaw muscles strong, she shakes her head pulling herself out those thoughts.

Fifth time Lucy walks in with groceries in hand to find Kate asleep facedown on the couch a sports bra,yoga pants that she hadn't changed out of after their workout. Lucy puts the groceries away before she walks over to the couch slowly sitting down next to her sleeping girlfriend. She takes in the sight, Kate looked peaceful, relaxed, her eyes wandering up to her exposed back. She gently moves blonde hair out of the way, her fingertips trace over prominent back muscles she bends down to place a kiss and feels the muscle twitch slightly before Kate groans and begins to turn, knocking her out of the couch.

Kate walks into their apartment after a long day at work, she finds Lucy on the couch.

“Hey babe” Lucy says, turning to look at her girlfriend who’s throwing her jacket on the counter leaving her in one of her sleeveless blouses. She hears Kate talk but all her attention is on Kate’s back muscles as the flex as Kate stretches herself.

“Lucy, Luce Babe Baby”

Lucy’s eyes snap to look at Kate “uh huh what”

Did you hear what I just said?

“Yes”

“What was it ?” Kate asks a smirk on her face

“You solved the case,” she replies, clearing her throat.

“Nope, I was asking you what you wanted for dinner” she says sitting down next to Lucy.

Lucy crawls over and straddles Kate, pulling her in for a kiss. They pull apart for air, breathing heavily.

I *kiss* want *kiss* you *kiss* Lucy mumbles into her skin

“Luce these muscles doing it for you huh” Kate chuckles before letting out a soft moan as Lucy continues her attack on her neck.

"Take me to be and I'll show you how much" she says rolling her hips into Kate.

Lucy yelps before wrapping her legs around Kate's waist as Kate stands up, carrying her to their bedroom.

#kate x lucy #lucy x kate #lucy tara #kacytober #kate whistler #kacy fic #ncis hawaii

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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No one asked, but I woke up with the idea:

Crowley and Aziraphale meet Lucian and Peter.

Anyway, this couldn’t possibly go wrong! :D

This isn’t set in any of my aus, this is just it’s own thing, but I’d like to think that Peter and Lucian got married somewhere down the line...? (after Peter becomes a lycan? Vampire? Shh, this is just for this au. Maybe. I dunno.)

On with the fic!

“It’s hot, it’s tacky, it’s loud and obnoxious and full of too many people!” Crowley grinned, throwing up his arms. “Welcome to Las Vegas!”

“This isn’t my first time being here, dear boy.” Aziraphale sighed. “We were here in the fifties, remember? You tried to get yourself into the Rat Pack?”

“And you nearly threw Frank Sinatra out a window, I know that.” Crowley was still grinning.

They were here for a vacation, one they both thought they deserved after everything that happened. They decided on going to America this time around, it’s been a while, and somehow Vegas ended up being their destination of choice. Crowley had planned a lot of the travel and such for them, best flight, best seats, and a hotel he chose.

It was... nice, Aziraphale guessed, for a building that clearly belonged to the 90s and 2000′s. Oh, how he missed the classics, most of those were gone or turned into family attractions. This one seemed a little more... adult? If Aziraphale had to give it a word.

The Hard Rock Hotel had been Crowley’s choice, and it seemed obvious why he picked it. It seemed very up his alley in terms of style and such, minus being kept extremely clean, but humans couldn’t clean like a stressed out demon could. They made their way to their room, got their stuff settled, before Crowley took Aziraphale out for dinner.

At least that had been nice, the place was very much more his cup of tea, and had been delicious! Afterwards, Crowley insisted they should see a show, because you can’t go to Vegas without seeing at least one obnoxious stage show!

But what to see?

“I think we should see this one.” Crowley pulled a pamphlet from the inside of his jacket, one of many that Aziraphale knew he snatched up when they were getting checked in at the front desk.

Aziraphale took the pamphlet and looked at the front.

“;Welcome to Fright Night.’” He read aloud. “‘Come see world-famous vampire hunter Peter Vincent save the night from the evils of the living dead, who wake from their crypts to feed upon the living’. This sounds terribly tacky.”

“I think it sounds awesome!” Crowley grinned, of course he would, he liked this spooky nonsense. In the middle of the 20th century, Crowley had dragged Aziraphale to a number of theaters to watch Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee covered in red paint and saying such cheesy lines while pretending to be Van Helsing and Dracula. Give Aziraphale Bela Lugosi any day of the week. This is what this show made him think of, those Hammer Horror films, but Crowley was a sucker for them, and Aziraphale was a sucker for him.

“Oh, alright, but you’re paying for the drinks.”

Lucian didn’t often come to Peter’s shows, he had been to a few already, but sometimes he liked to come in and watch when Peter had told him he had made some changes here and there to spice things up. Tonight was one of those nights, Peter had been going on and on about how they finally let him put in cool lasers into the show to mess with the audience, and he practically begged Lucian to come to the show.

He would have anyway, he liked watching his husband prance about on stage, dressed in a ridiculous outfit and wig while spouting lines and shooting fire from his sleeves.

The crowd was decent tonight, which was good for a middle of the week show, usually the best audiences were on the weekends. But two voices caught Lucian’s attention, then two very, very distinct scents followed soon after.

He glanced to his left, seeing a blond man taking a seat just a few chairs away from him, with a redheaded man sitting down next to him, talking all the while about how excited he was to see how corny this could be. He even asked if they’d have bats flying about, how cool would that be.

Lucian stared, surprised, at the redheaded man. His style of clothing looked like a much more classy version of Peter’s own, but his voice, his face, they were nearly identical to his husband’s! Yes, he was older than Peter, and his hair a fiery red compared to the chocolate that Lucian was used to, but they could practically be twins.

But the smells coming from them... they weren’t right, they didn’t smell like humans should. The blond smelled like a rich cologne that seemed to be covering up something like ozone, with dusty books mixed in, if that made sense.

The redhead smelled like a snake, and the slightest hints of something volcanic laid under the surface, covered with perfume?

Then the redhead looked in his direction, and even with the shades on, Lucian could feel they were making eye contact. The man who looked like Peter raised an eyebrow, his nose twitched, and he then smirked before taking a seat.

Lucian decided to focus on the show, it was about to start.

“He’s not human.” Crowley pointed out from where he stood off to the side with Aziraphale, eyes on the long haired man from the show. It was weird, he looked oddly familiar, and even from this distance, Crowley swore that the man’s eyes had to be the same shade of hazel as Aziraphale’s own.

Actually, he thought that those two shared the same cute nose. Huh.

“What makes you say that?” Aziraphale asked.

“I can smell it, he’s not human. There’s undertones of it, but he smells like wolf.”

“A werewolf? Gosh, I haven’t seen one of those in centuries.”

“Mmmm, not since France.”

“What do we do about this?” Aziraphale asked, looking at the man just as Crowley was. He seemed to be waiting for someone after the show. Which had been more fun than Crowley expected, Aziraphale had suffered through it and complained quite often, but Crowley loved tacky horror stuff, and this certainly had it in spades.

He’d love to shake that Peter Vincent guy’s hand if he could, and maybe give him a few pointers about how to properly move about in leather pants. The demon did have years of experience.

Crowley sighed. “I dunno, I don’t think he’s botherin’ anyone. And it’s not like we’re here to take ‘im down, ya know? He could just be a fan of dumb horror stuff, nothing to worry about, angel.”

“I hope you’re right.” Aziraphale sighed and they heard a shout of a name, Lucian, before a tall, lanky man came running through a set of double doors nearby. He jumped and nearly knocked over the long-haired man, wrapping his long limps around him.

“Hey babe.” Crowley heard the man say, oh! Oh, he recognized the voice, it was that Peter Vincent guy! So he was wearing a wig! Alright, he owed Aziraphale lunch tomorrow.

“And hello to you as well, my love.” Said the other guy, Lucian was it? He kissed Peter on the cheek before whispering something to him, Crowley couldn’t quite catch it over the chattering of the crowd of humans around them.

Peter frowned, raising an eyebrow, then looked in the direction of him and Aziraphale. Then Crowley watched as he curious smile came to his lips and he got out of Lucian’s arms, walking over with a swagger that Crowley could respect. “Sooooo... did ya like the show?” He started, looking between Aziraphale and Crowley, before he eyed the demon up and down.

“Oh, it was great.” Crowley smirked, crossing his arms, leaning to one side. “Loved that part with the shower of blood comin’ from that one vampire you shanked, made my friend here nearly lose his dinner.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” Aziraphale scoffed, pouting. “You know I’m not too keen on this spooky stuff.”

“Yeah, well, big spooky fan, me.” Crowley said, seeing that Lucian was walking over. “Anyway, had a great time, it was totally worth the ticket price.”

“It’d better have been, it takes a lot of work to make something that brilliant!” Peter replied before looking at Lucian. “Babe, I’m just not seein’ it.”

“Seeing what?” Aziraphale asked.

“My husband, this is Lucian, Lucian, this is... uhh...”

“Aziraphale.” The angel greeted. “And this is Crowley.”

“Charmed. Yeah, Aziraphale and Crowley, cool, well, Lucian here said that this guy,” Peter gestured at the demon, “looks just like me and I dunno, I’m not seein’ it. I mean, if this is true, nice, I’ve always wanted to hit on myself that wasn’t just me drunkingly flirting with my reflection, but yeah.”

Crowley snorted, looking at Peter. Hmm... alright, he could... kind of see it. Same height, very similar voices, Peter looked a little younger than him, but nah, they were too different, totally different guys. Both with a great taste in black clothing, Crowley could respect that.

“Actually,” Peter continued, “I’m thinkin’ Lucian, you and Aziraphale could be the twins here.”

“What?” They both said at once and hey, Peter had a point. Crowley could see it now that they were closer together, Lucian just looked like what Aziraphale would be if he were a werewolf.

Actually, that was a pretty hot look, and with that leather jacket included... he wondered if he could convince the angel to wear one similar to it...

“My love, I do not see anything about this man that makes us look like twins.” Lucian frowned.

“I have to agree with Lucian here. I’m not sure where you see the resemblance.” Aziraphale said, looking rather puzzled.

Peter made a noise, rolling his eyes. “Uhg, you’re blind or somethin’, it’s so obvious. Maybe it’s some weird thing for supernatural beings to look similar or have a counterpart, I dunno.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow. “So, you’re aware?”

“Yes.” Lucian nodded. “You and your friend here are... not human, are you? I can smell it.”

“And we can smell that you are not as well.” Crowley gestured to Peter. “Him included, it seems.”

Peter shrugged. “Hey, it takes some immortality to look this good, ya know? Come on up to my penthouse for drinks, I’m sure we’ve got a lot we could discuss. Plus...” He looked at them both, smirking. “I’m not quite done checking you two out.”

There was a loud sigh from Lucian, who mumbled something under his breath. Aziraphale looked a little flushed at this bluntness, but Crowley grinned. “Sounds like a fun evenin’, lead the way, Mr. Vampire Hunter.”

Well, this Vegas trip just got interesting.

Peter is straight up the DT character I know who would try to get another DT character into his bed in the first five meetings of meeting them.

#john's drabbles #lucian x peter vincent #ineffable husbands #good omens extended universe

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writingwitharlo · 1 year

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I posted 285 times in 2022

That's 268 more posts than 2021!

117 posts created (41%)

168 posts reblogged (59%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@writingwitharlo

@nhasablogg

@ticklishraspberries

@discountscoobyart

@hypahticklish

I tagged 233 of my posts in 2022

Only 18% of my posts had no tags

#ask box answers - 33 posts

#reblog - 30 posts

#tickle fic - 22 posts

#tickling - 21 posts

#heartstopper - 20 posts

#heartstopper tickle fic - 16 posts

#nick nelson - 15 posts

#charlie spring - 14 posts

#ticklish!nick - 13 posts

#ticklish!charlie - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#it was specifically about charlie saying something like that he likes nick's dogs more than him and nick tickles him for it

My Top Posts in 2022:

Entry Requirement

a/n: whipped this up in one sitting, so anyone should be eternaly grateful. if there are any parts that don't make sense or sound wrong, blame it on the fact that it is now 4am ♡

Summary: Movie night, it's a classic.

Ship: Nick/Charlie

1809 words

Wednesday

"My mum will be out of town on Saturday."

"Hm?"

"I was thinking, we could do that movie night we've been talking about."

"..."

"Charlie."

A nudge of an elbow eventually tore the younger boy away from his essay.

"Look what you've done! Now my 'T' is all squiggly."

Nick simply smiled, shooting innocent eyes at his form partner.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Charlie huffed a little as he tried to save the untidy letter by tracing over it a couple of times. "When?"

"Just now."

Charlie paused and stared blankly at Nick.

Nick chuckled and shook his head. "Movie night, Saturday."

"Oh. Yeah, sounds good." He paused. "Should we invite Tao and Elle?"

Nick shrugged, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms over his chest. "Do you want to invite them?"

Charlie's eyes flickered down briefly, noticing the fabric of Nick's shirt stretch across the older boy's broad shoulders.

"Uh... Y-Yeah? Well-... Actually, I don't know if we'll be able to settle on anything to watch with Tao there. So, maybe-... Maybe next time."

The corner of Nick's mouth curled upwards and he nodded. "Sounds fair. I was hoping it would only be the two of us."

Charlie felt a flutter in the center of his chest and was unable to hold back the grin that split his face in two. "Yeah?."

Nick nodded, leaning forward and picking up his own pen again. "So, I'll sort out the snacks and you can pick what to watch."

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Saturday

Saturday couldn't come early enough. It had been a few weeks since the two had officially started 'going out', but it all still felt pretty surreal to Charlie.

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In Front of Them

a/n: finally finished!! i'm actually pretty happy with how it turned out, even if it ended up a looot longer; also just tagging @ticklishraspberries @veryblushyswitch @nhasablogg @happyandticklish and @ticklepinions who i think might enjoy

Summary: Sequel to the Not In Front of Them drabble, the gang find out about Nick's ticklish secret...

(Heartstopper; Charlie/Nick, Tara/Darcy, Elle/Tao, Isaac)

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"Is he still sleeping?"

Hushed voices and dim morning light. The heaviness of sleep still lingered in the air of the spacious living room of the Nelson residence. The grey autumn sky painted the walls in a faint blue hue.

"I mean, it's barely eight," Charlie answered in a hushed voice, checking the time on his phone.

"Yeah, Darce, not everyone wakes up at the crack of dawn like they have coffee pumping through their veins."

Darcy gasped dramatically and pummeled her girlfriend with her stuffed elephant. Charlie had to bury his mouth in the crook of his arm to keep from laughing out loud.

It was nice having the two girls as part of their friend group now. It almost felt like they had been around all along. Plus, Elle finally had someone to discuss all of the topics with that the boys had just been hopeless at the last couple years.

Pillows and blankets and duvets lay, generously scattered, across the floor. Charlie couldn't remember at what point the movie night transitioned to the sleep-over part of the stay.

He initially woke to whimsical music playing over seemingly eternal end credits. Groggy and blearily he hunted down the remote, swallowed by the covers. Once the room fell silent and dark, Charlie shoved the remote behind some pillow and cuddled up to the warm body beside him. Nick briefly stirred awake from being kneed in the thigh. A couple of hushed words were exchanged before the dark enveloped not only their bodies but their minds, once more. A few hours later, the sound of a whispered conversation and giggling drang through to Charlie; although, for all he knew, it might as well had been minutes by how foggy his brain felt. The three girls sat huddled in a circle, each bundled up under their blankets and phones in their hands. Knowing that going back to sleep wasn't going to happen, Charlie sat up, gently smiling back at the girls as they took notice of him. His eyes briefly fell on Nick, making his stomach flutter at the mere sight of him; untidy hair, crumpled tshirt, expression of blissful oblivion. Charlie felt the overwhelming urge to just grab his face and kiss him until they were both breathless, but instead he let the older boy sleep some more; there would be plenty of time for kissing later. He picked up Nick's discarded jumper and pulled it over his own long-sleeve shirt, his scent wrapping around him like one of Nick's hugs, before flipping over onto his stomach and settling down at the foot end of the couch to join the girls. Elle offered to make them all tea and forced Tao awake to keep her company while Isaac volunteered to tag along to help them carry the cups back in a bit. The faintest clatter of ceramic and muffled voices billowed in from the kitchen a few moments later.

"I think that should be a thing though," Darcy spoke, leaning against the base of the couch and hugging her elephant to her chest. "Caffeine infusions. They would change the world."

"Isn't that what coffee already does, though?" Charlie pointed out with a chuckle.

Tara shook her head. "You're not really going to use reason to argue with her, are you?"

Charlie raised his eyebrows as he thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, you're right. My bad."

"Hey!"

"Shh."

"Hey."

Charlie heard the faintest rustle of the duvet beside him as Nick stirred some.

"Did I wake him?" Darcy whispered, placing a hand over her mouth.

Charlie shook his head. "No, I don't think so. He can be a pretty heavy sleeper."

"You sure? What if he's just faking to listen in to our super secret conversation."

"About your genius medical invention?"

Charlie looked at the blonde for a second with a knowing smile. He really shouldn't. Nick had specifically asked him not to, and he should respect that. And would it not be more fun to keep the secret just for a bit longer? But it was true, they would find out sooner or later. And if it was up to Charlie, he definitely preferred sooner.

Slowly, he moved his hand to the socked foot poking out from under the covers. His fingertips grazed against its sole lightly. Anticipating a kick or something worse, he ducked his head, but the only reaction he got was a tiny twitch of the toes.

"Hm," Charlie hummed, retracting his hand again. "He's definitely asleep."

Darcy looked up at him, her mouth ajar. "Charlie Spring, have you been withholding valuable information from us?"

"Oh, no," Tara chuckled.

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the 80s crop top era would have been steve's downfall (and eddie's uprise)

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My #1 post of 2022

only noticed when i came across an edit of this idiot, look at that smirk and his little tongue poking out at the end actually has me dead

i mean, all of us felt something when he launched himself at dustin so just know that this is the exact face eddie makes before launching a tickle attack

slowed version for better appreciation:

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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