#too keep him from screwing up the Crystal PLEASE

[eemoo1o]

“I’ll take sonic outside” okay Shadow you do that

#too keep him from screwing up the Crystal PLEASE #once the gay lens is on it can’t be removed #sonic prime #sonic prime season 2 #cracking down #sonadow #shadow the hedgehog #sonic the hedgehog

[kingofthe-egirls]

SILLY IS THE NEW SEXY: GEAR 5 LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: sex, flirting, squirting, creampie, silliness)

(an: i can't stop writing about gear 5 luffy)

Songs: "Monkey and Bear" by Joanna Newsom

words: 2.1k

You have curves like the sea, and as soon as Luffy lays eyes on you, he knows you’re different.

You ooze sex.

It clings to you like a second skin, as if sex appeal is a boa constrictor draped around your neck. Glittering and emerald, luxurious and reptilian, with striking ferocity in every touch.

He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Captain,” you say smoothly one night, enjoying drinks in the firelight, “You’re staring again.”

Luffy freezes, and then giggles sheepishly with his hand behind his head. “Shishishi, sorry,” he says, “M’not tryna be rude.”

“What are you trying to do?” You ask curiously, tipping your champagne back from its crystal flute. It tastes like sour cherries.

“I dunno,” he says plainly, and leans back on his hands. His legs are splayed out in front of him, sitting on the wood of the deck. He knocks his feet together. “I like looking at you, I guess.”

You stiffen, flattered at his words, before you take another sip. Stars flutter overhead. Blue velvet stretches across the sky, and the silver moon is only half-full.

“Hmm,” you tilt your head, pleased, “I like looking at you, too.”

He beams at that, and you both gaze at each other steadily. The waves crash and echo around the softly creaking ship, lullabies all around you. You let your gaze rake over him, boyish in form with muscular limbs and a shining face. Black hair under his straw hat, sticking out in spikes. You hum, appreciative.

“I like it a lot, in fact.”

You flush at your boldness, but only slightly. You’re no stranger to flirtation, and this is getting fun.

Luffy cocks his head. “Whatcha like about it?”

You detail the planes of his body with your eyes, gray and hazy in the moonlight. You take another sip of fizzy, liquid gold.

“Your face,” you say first, honestly, “It always makes me happy. Especially when you smile,” you cup your own cheek in one hand. He crinkles his nose, pleased, and looks off to the side. The silent question hangs on his lips: What else?

“Your shoulders are next,” you let your eyes fall over his muscles like a featherlight touch. “Your arms, your strength. It’s really impressive. I like when you wear red,” you move to sit on your knees, lowering onto the ground from where you’d been perched in a deck chair. Luffy scoots closer to you, too. He holds his forearm in front of you, and flexes. His wide hand is clenched in a loose fist. You let your fingers drift over swollen knuckles.

“Your hands,” you say softly, heat blooming in your gut. “You have really gorgeous hands,” you confess, and turn away before you can embarrass yourself further. You never knew the flirtation would get this far, with him sitting so close to you he’s radiating heat like the sun. You flick a lock of hair over your shoulder, and bump slightly into him. You clear your throat, “What about me?”

“Your curves! I like the way they look like waves,” he drags a broad hand across your waist, and pinches at the fat of your belly. “I like the way this rolls over,” he says, voice low, “I like the way your thighs shake as you walk. I like your ass,” he says the crass compliment like it’s nothing, like his touch isn’t burning hot lava into you. “I like the way you smell.”

“What do I smell like?” You breathe, already too far gone to pretend any further. You’re putty in his rubber hands.

He screws up his nose in thought. “Like butter? Or maybe…sea salt?” He licks his lips, “It smells tasty.”

“You smell good, too,” you blush, turning away. He knocks his shoulder into yours. You scoot closer, so your legs are touching. He hooks an ankle over yours. “Like tea.”

“Good tea?” He asks, and you nod. Tentatively, you lean your head onto his shoulder. He hesitates, breath held, but then relaxes into your touch quite naturally. He rests his head on top of yours, fluffy hair tickling your cheek.

“Very good tea,” you affirm. Your body is electrified, never having been this close to your captain before. “Do you like girls?” You ask abruptly, not wanting to tread water for any longer. You need to breathe.

“Mhmm,” he says, nodding against the top of your head. “Lotta people think I don’t, but I do.” He twines his fingers around yours, bringing them to rest on his lap. “D’you like boys?”

“Too much,” you chuckle, and sit up from him again. “Do you like me?” You gaze at him truthfully, letting your want and desire seep through into your skin. Your captain is clueless, but not that clueless. He regards you with a princely stare.

“Too much,” he echoes, and leans forward to kiss you.

****

Now, you’re suspended in midair, back pressed against the cabin wall, while Luffy fucks you senseless.

He’d brought you to his cabin, pressing your back against his door. He'd reached behind your supple hips to turn the deadbolt into its lock.

“Love ya, kitty,” he breathes into your shoulder, before scraping his teeth along your sensitive skin. “Love how ya move around like no one’s watching. As if anyone could ignore those fuckin’ curves.”

He grips hard at your ass, his other arm supporting your lower back. Your shoulder blades scrape against the cabin wall. He tastes like sea salt, and milk. You stick your tongue down his throat.

“Mmph,” Luffy moans into your throat, languid thrusts rocking you gently. He reaches down to thumb at your clit between you.

“So good, baby,” you croon, raking your fingers through the soft hair at the base of his neck. He flickers gold for a second, white hair foaming at the ends of his raven strands. “Luffy?” You ask, watching his eyes swirl rosy. He giggles, grin wide, as he speeds up inside you. Your stomach bulges with his cock, and he gasps in mad abandon.

“Look at that…,” he whispers, feeling the head of his cock through your abdomen. Your stomach is not flat by any means (quite the opposite), but that doesn’t matter for Monkey D. Luffy. If he wants to see his cock, he’s gonna see his fucking cock.

“Luffy!!” Gasping for breath, watching his dick thrust in and out of you like you’re both made of rubber. Little hearts sprint in circles around his face, little ducklings following suit. He giggles, and you do, too.

Your eyes haze over into gold, with pink flecks of light bouncing around your tits. “Fuck—,” you gasp, watching the now curly-haired Luffy grit his teeth and fuck you hard. He lifts you off the wall, bucking his hips up into your cunt from below. The sounds of his balls slamming against your ass reverberates through the room, before his eyes bug out of his head like cartoon hearts. He’s slacked-jawed, tongue hanging out of his mouth as a wolf whistle sounds from somewhere off to the side.

“Aaaahhhh, kitty, ya feel so—oh!—goood!!!” He wails with his eyes squeezed shut. His muscular abs clench as he pistons his hips up into you. His cock is huge now, cartoonishly big as he pummels up into your cunt. It slaps and gushes, your clit aching, as Luffy tightens his hold around you. He leans down to bury his face in your tits, sucking hard on your sensitive nipples. He rolls his tongue around them, before elongating the muscle to wrap around your tit like a slimy tentacle. The tip flicks at your nipple.

Electricity bolts through you, zinging up your spine and down to your toes. Steam is curling around your face, presumably pouring out of your own ears. Luffy is giggling, manic, before leaning backward to careen you both into the bed. He jackhammers up into you, sitting now with you on his lap. His long tongue moves around your tit, sucking and licking like an animated restraint. His limbs are rubber wrapped around you now, sparks flying from where your bodies connect. His cock is thrusting sloppily against your cervix, which usually hurts but with him slams stars into your eyes. Your body is as elastic as he is, apparently.

Your fingers curl into his hair. “Luuuffyyyy,” you groan.

“Haahahaha!!!” He cackles, slurping his tongue back into his mouth. He slaps your other tit with a smack that makes a sound like a spring.

He leans down to suck your other nipple, not wanting his baby to feel uneven. His lips wrap around your bud, soft and chapped as he plays you with his tongue. Slow, sensual licks all over your hardened bud send shivers coursing through you. Luffy giggles, before ramming you down hard onto his aching cock. His lips stay tightly glued to your nip, so it makes your tit bounce up and down like a fucking porno. Luffy crosses his eyes up in pleasure.

Sex with new Luffy is freaky as fuck.

But (surprisingly?) his silliness has in no way deterred you from your own sparkling orgasm.

“S’fun, isn’t it?” He asks as he pops off your overstimmed nipple. You nod, vigorously. You push him forward onto his back, so that you can ride him at your own haphazard pace. You sink down further onto his cock, letting him hit it from below. Your elbows are on either side of his manic head. Your hips rocket repeatedly down into his, both of you grunting with every thrust.

Steamy hearts explode in front of your eyes.

"So fucking fun," you say, searing his grin into your senses for later. You're gonna be thinking about this hookup for ages.

Your pussy clenches at the thought, of maybe not having this be a one time experience, as Luffy moans. He stutters, grabbing your hips in searing hands.

Captain Luffy whines, head thrown back in sheer joy. His cock is bullying your walls, smaller now but no less thick. He brushes up against your g-spot, over and over again. It feels like something is going to spring out of you at any minute. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the impending release of your shaky orgasm. A wolf whistle sounds off again, steam clouding the room. You gasp, as you cum.

“Luffy!!” You squeal, heat overtaking you as you shiver in ecstasy. “Luuffy, fuuuuck….,” you drawl out, dragging your hands over his sculpted chest. He’s heaving in ragged breaths, scarlet blushed formed on his squishy cheeks.

“Squirt for me,” he commands, thumbing at your clit in rough circles. “Cmon, baby, I know ya can do it.”

He presses down hard against your lower abdomen, twitching his cock up inside you as you ride him. You bounce your way to orgasm, screaming and crying for the whole ship to hear. Somewhere deep in your core, you squirt onto his lower abdomen. Luffy laughs, giddy.

“S’coming, baby,” he warns you, eyes dark, as his thrusts grow sloppy. He slams his hips up into you, cock thrusting against your sweetest spots.

So deep--!

“Yeeesss,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You bury your face in moonlight hair.

“Ganna—,” he stutters, hips shuddering as he cums inside you with a violent thrust.

His eyes cross in pleasure as he spills his seed inside you.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Luffy gasps, eyes squeezing shut as a wave of orgasmic, cosmic energy flows through him. He’s never had sex like this, before. He’s never had you, before. No way he’s letting you slip away, now.

“Say you’re mine, baby,” he says, sweating and panting as you both come down. His fingers trail along your hipbones. “I wanna be yours."

He's panting, his voice raspy and hoarse.

His hair is dark, now.

You watch as the last shreds of cartoon hearts fade out of existence around you. The steam has cleared up, too. And no more whistles sound. You snicker, "Sex is so fun, with you."

"Shishishi," he grins. And then, "Say you're mine, baby? Pleeaseee?" He whines up at you, and you snort.

"Sure thing, captain," you slide off of him, and he groans, "I'm all yours."

"Seriously," he pouts, poking your inner thigh. Your leg twitches, still spasming from the aftershocks. "Sex isn't usually this fun."

"Even after Gear 5?"

He smirks, "Steam was new. But," he looks up at you, wide-eyed and serious, "I really do wantcha, y/n."

You still, regarding him down the length of your nose. Your chest is fluttering, crazy butterflies going off in your stomach. "Sex is one thing," you allow, scared, "But relationships are a whole other thing. Seriously means you're serious with me. S'okay?"

Luffy nods. His grip tightens around your hips, as he sits up. "Seriously," he says, hand running over your thighs, "Silly, maybe. But serious." His face darkens, "And I don't wanna play games with you."

You swallow, and nod.

"Me neither."

****

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[jhkfan123]

million dollar man | coriolanus snow

"you're screwed up and brilliant.."

pairing: academy! snow x fem!academy student

in which: you just couldn't seem to win with him. every 100% you got, he got a 101%. with graduation approaching, you knew you had to get valedictorian somehow. he was making it too difficult.

warnings: slight angst, academic pressure, slight non-con kiss

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i genuinely struggled to write a happy ending but it's finally here

the professor handed you back your test, faced down. she always did, with every other student too, but there was something about receiving it face down that always made you nervous. at least you weren't like some of the others, who constantly left class with their head hung low.

you turned your paper over. 98%. it wasn't good enough. not to your standards, anyway. and it especially wasn't good enough for coriolanus snow, who now was glancing at you from across the classroom, a smug smile on his face. you weren't ever going to hear the end of this, just like every other time he had scored higher than you.

this had to stop. graduation was approaching at a rapid pace, and valedictorian was the role you had aimed for your entire life. both your parents had achieved it, your older brother had too. which meant you pretty much had to. and the boy now looking over at you made it increasingly hard for you to achieve this goal. and worse, he didn't even know how bad you needed it.

you assumed he had gotten a perfect 100. it was the only reason he would already be smiling. it meant there was no way you could beat him. not this time.

you heard your professor dismiss you and for once, you became one of the kids who walked out of class with their head low. you had recently realized how close the valedictorian decision was. this 98% would set you back farther than it should. making your way out, you saw snow approach you out of your periphery. you picked up your pace, hoping he would just back off today.

it didn't work. when you left the crowded sea of people exiting the class, and found yourself closer to your locker, he caught up to you.

"hey 83." 83. it was the lowest you had scored at the academy, and he never let it go. it was aggravating.

"coriolanus, please, i can't do this today" you sighed and finished opening your locker. you put your book away in the small cube and grabbed everything else you needed for your afternoon classes.

"can't what? admit i did better than you on this one?" he showed his paper to you, a big red 100% circled in the top right corner. you rolled your eyes at him and slammed your locker door.

"whatever you want to tell yourself." you groaned and made your way to the lunch line. you noticed his demeanor change. he hated when you weren't up for his competition. it was his favorite part of the day, that's what you determined anyway. he realllllyyy seemed to get a kick of out it. he followed behind you swiftly.

"wait wait wait. what'd you score?" he asked. you thought about wether or not you wanted to tell him. if you didn't he would keep vexing you the rest of the day. if you did, you would have to sit through a couple minutes of verbal torment. you truly couldn't decide what the better option was.

"98." you said, very quietly. just because he wanted to know didn't mean the whole school had to know. you saw a smirk appear on his face.

"sorry what was that?" the look on his face made it crystal clear he had already heard you, he was just provoking you.

"i got a 98, coryo. now please, go find someone else to torment." you urged him away, but he got in the lunch line directly behind you. you sighed again.

"98." he repeated to himself, feeling the success roll of his tongue. "two away from perfect." that's what it seems to be. you were always two away from perfect. there was always something wrong, always something to be improved. you weren't sure if that was your family talking, or the perfectionist inside you. nevertheless, he had suddenly made you more aware of the faults in your recent test. it was maddening.

"look i have a meeting with professor click." you faced him now, which startled him slightly. " and i need to talk to you. i'll swing by you later." you grabbed your lunch tray and headed off.

afterschool, you rushed over coriolanus's dorm. every student had to do at least one semester living on campus for graduation, and most seniors chose the last semester, to live together and be together for the last time. so the walk from your dorm to his was not very extensive. you walked down your hallway, down the stairs, outside, up stairs, and approached his dorm. at least, you were pretty sure it was his. you had never actually been.

you knocked on his door. there was silence for a moment. then you heard a monotone "come in." you did as told and opened the door. you found coriolanus hunched over his desk, his hand fanned over his forehead. he was looking over numerous papers.

you knew the high grades the two of you had achieved came at a cost. multitasking this and a social life was not very possible. you had managed to somewhat pull it off, but it was very difficult to achieve. you had assumed every night was like this for him. study hard, and it pays off. but studying hard also means stress and pain. you looked like this most nights. in fact, it was a miracle you even had time to come visit him today.

"hey." he said, moving the papers off to the side. you never really had seen him like this. he was usually so cocky, such a showboat. but here he was stressed and real.

"hi. look, can we talk?"you stood in the doorway, until he gestured you in. you closed the door behind you. while awaiting his response, you looked around his dorm. there was an empty dorm bed parallel to his. he had attained a room with no roommate. there was a makeshift kitchen where the other desk was. there was a dresser below the window and very basic decorations all around. when you made you way back to coriolanus, he was nodding. "ok. i just want to let you know that i need this."

he seemed confused. "need what?"

"valedictorian. i don't know what kind of pressure you have on your back, but i assure you mine is worse." you began to ramble.

"seriously." he seems dissapointed that this had become the subject of the conversation. "why would i just give up valedictorian to you?" he shrugged his shoulders.

"i'll tell you. my entire family has been valedictorian for years." he rolled his eyes. "if i don't get valedictorian, my parent's would kill me."

he thought for a moment. "and why would i care about that?" he continued to counter your statements.

"because, coryo." you whined "you have the grades, you have everything and i need this because i have not worked my entire life for this to lose." you got more angry now. you didn't deserve to lose to him after spending your entire life studying.

"what makes you think that i have less pressure than you? have you ever considered that maybe the plinth prize is a factor in this?!" he raised his voice now. the statement seemed odd. the snow's were rich, disgustingly rich, right?

"look you may want that prize, but some people need it." you rebutted. you didn't need the prize for the money, but for the satisfaction. so that your parents could frame the certificate on your wall.

"i need it. trust me." he became stricter now. he looked at you with a dark gaze. in what world would a snow need the plinth prize?

"ok well," you thought for a moment. "if i don't get valedictiorian i will have done everything for nothing, and got nothing from everything; from all the hard work i've put in every single year of my life!" snow became more annoyed by the moment, but you couldn't stop rambling. "and i didn't have anything in my way until you decided that everything had to be a competition and you had to beat me, and now you have and i just want you to-"

"shut up." he walked over to you and shut your mouth with a breathtaking, rough kiss. it was completely unexpected, and you fell into a moment of shock. his kiss kept going and you weren't sure wether to shove him away, or let him do it.

usually you wouldn't even have to think and take the first option immediately, but for some reason you let it happen. and out of some world, you kissed him back.

maybe it was all those years of built up anger against him. maybe it was a stress release. maybe you just needed an escape.

but maybe it was something else. you decided that you felt comfortable here, his lips on yours. this complicated feeling of hating him and loving him at the same time. the second one was new. loving him. you didn't have an explanation.

maybe it was the years of arguments that had turned into banter he looked forward to every day. soon the dot's started to connect. you realized how many chances he took to talk to you.

your mother always taught you that boys had a funny way of showing things. a funny way of telling you things. and now it made sense. he had been doing this as a way to talk to you. as a way to get closer to you. you didn't need confirmation. the kiss was enough. you liked this. no. you loved this.

everything became more intense. he hadn't pulled away, and you hadn't either, so you kept going. you felt his hands around your waist as he pushed you against the front wall of the dorm.

you could have kept going all night with him. but you needed to hear him talk. you finally pulled away and took your first deep breath after around five minutes.

"what. the hell." you said through exasperated breaths. you spoke the words to him, but also to yourself. this was not how you expected the day to go.

"god." you heard him mumble under his breath.

"what?" you asked.

"i just hate that i waited so long to do that." his comment sent goosebumps through your body.

"i didn't even know i wanted that until now." you again, spoke to both yourself and him. he smiled at you. proud of his accomplishment.

this was a different type of success that you normally felt. this success in romance felt different than the academic success you had been working towards your whole life.

you liked this success.

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[koolades-world]

hi. I love your content and I was wondering if you have some time to write a hurt/comfort of mc who doesn't like to be hugged in certain moments due to feeling uncomfortable and how the brothers react. I'm not sure how to word this I never asked before

hi there!! of course! so happy to hear you like my content!! your ask is all good so no worries! please enjoy :)

Mc who dislikes being hugged when vulnerable

Lucifer

he's one that quick to place a hand on your back but always waits to be invited for a hug

he's alright with you not wanting to be hugged

you probably both have different reasons for this, but will still sit by your side and be with you during this difficult moment

brings you anything you need and stays as long as he needs to ensure that you're ok

Mammon

he's big on physical touch, but isn't shocked when you ask him not to hug you since some of his brothers are the same way

very understanding overall and asks about your boundaries so he doesn't accidently cross them

he hates seeing you so upset, so he talks you through it

keeps you hidden from the rest of the world so you have peace and aren't made more upset

Levi

he himself doesn't like being too physical so he's almost relieved when he learns you don't like to be hugged when upset

kind of awkward about it since he doesn't want to screw up and make the situation worse

eventually he eases himself into the situation more and became more willing to pour out his heart

glad his words are of more comfort to you than a hug even though it might be difficult for him to get out

Satan

another brother who doesn't move right in for the hug unless you ask him to

he's also not too big on physical touch, and would only make an exception if it was you

to him, words mean so much more because they allow him to express his affection

just wants to see you smile again, so he lets you in on everything that isn't perfect in his life such as all the embarrassing moments he promised himself to tell nobody

Asmo

takes it a little hard at first, since that's his main way of expressing himself

but, this makes him see that there's other ways to show you how much he cares

he's a little shy, but he shows you the inner him under what he presents to the world

offers to take you out, or even make you something to eat as another way to show you he cares

Beel

he's happy when you're happy, so if you're not happy, he's not

very accommodating and is willing to give you anything you need to be comfortable

every time he wants to move while around you, and it might involve touching you, he makes sure to ask

makes sure others don't violate this boundary either <3

Belphie

he accepts the fact quickly since it's you

he's kind of awkward in these kinds of moments, but does his best to work around it

ready to provide you with moral and emotional support with his endearing clumsiness

later that day, gifts without a sender start appearing on your bed, although who sent them is crystal clear to you

#obey me #obey me! #obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me levi #obey me belphie #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

[football-and-fanfics]

The Medic #5 - Kostas Tsimikas

About the series: The Medic will be an anthology-like series about the reader working for the medical team of the club. Each chapter will feature a different setting/scenario and a different player.

Who: Kostas Tsimikas Prompt / request: based on Kostas's shoulder injury during the Liverpool - Arsenal match. Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of broken bones, slight medical procedures and hospital.

Of course everyone startled when the foul upon him sent Kostas flying over the touchline, bowling over Klopp in the process. Your first worry, as medic, went out to both the members of your team and their well-being. Klopp quickly got back to his feet, and you assumed he was fine. Kostas, on the other hand, remained down.

Kostas lay flat on his front when you quickly kneeled down beside him. One look at him told you he was definitely not alright.

"Tell me," you simply said as you rested a hand on the small of his back, trying to ease him. "S--shoulder..." Kostas' voice trembled with pain. "I heard a c-crack." His gaze finally met yours, and you clearly saw how much pain and fear he was in.

You had to admit: this didn't sound good. You immediately made the substitution signal to Klopp, who was back on his feet and seemingly fine, because it was crystal clear that Kostas would not be able to continue.

"Alright, deep breaths." You turned your attention back to Kostas, doing your best to keep him out of hyperventilating. "It hurts so bad." Kostas spoke through trembling lips. "This isn't good, this feels bad." "Kos, easy," you said a little sharply, recognizing he was spiraling into a panic. "I'm going to help you, but I need you to remain calm. Can you do that for me?" Kostas didn't respond at first, but finally nodded determinedly.

"I need to have a short look at your shoulder. Can you sit up?" You moved your hand higher up Kostas' back in a comforting gesture. Kostas slowly, and with several winces and whimpers, moved himself up until he sat on his knees.

Now that you could have a proper look at him, your first assessment of his condition wasn't an altogether promising one. His face was ashen, eyes wide with pain, and he absolutely refused to move the right shoulder he was gently clutching. He held both arms crossed protectively over his chest, with his left arm supporting his right.

From the place he was gently holding, you deduced the injury was higher up his shoulder and located more to the front. "Don't touch it, please, don't touch it." Kostas recoiled even before you could make a move. "I won't," you eased him. You already suspected him to have a broken collarbone, and having once had that injury yourself, you knew all too well how painful that could be.

"The area your holding, is that the most painful part?" You asked. Kostas nodded, face screwed up in pain. "Yes." It was a first confirmation of what you already dreaded. "My diagnosis so far is that you injured your collarbone. We need to get you to a hospital for some X-rays."

Kostas hung his head in defeat. The possibly lengthy injury he was facing hit him hard. "Alright," he finally agreed, "but I need someone to come with me, because... I don't like hospitals." If you weren't feeling sorry for him already, you surely did now. "Absolutely." You rested a comforting hand on his uninjured shoulder. "I'm going with you and I won't leave you out of my sight."

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[usedtobecooler]

oh?? pegging eddie you say??? so like eddie being your plug??? yeah? and you’re friends, ya know? but will smoke together and hang out on occasion. he’s always so touchy when he’s high so it’s not uncommon for him to be pressed up right against you on the couch. his hair tickling you every time he moves, his right arm is thrown behind you and his fingers trace along your shoulder. youve woken up on the couch together on more than one occasion. you pressed into his chest, and his head resting atop yours. you’ve even been nice enough to indulge him and go to the hideout to see him play on tuesdays a couple times. honestly it might be more for you than for him. he looks unreal on stage, hair wild and skin slick with sweat. and every time he sees that you’ve come to a show he bounds over after, still riled up after his performance and just pulls you into a sweaty hug thanks you profusely for showing up and keeps his arm around you all night. and god if you were skinny you’d think he was interested in you, but as a fat woman(this is my daydream and i will be self indulgent alrighttttt lol) you don’t want to cross that line and end up humiliated if you’re reading too much into his behavior!!! people get offended if fat people like them, it’s a hard truth to swallow as a fat kid ANYWAY lol thinking about maybe walking in on eddie getting himself off. maybe you’re going over to hang out and he forgot and sorry he was horny alright, sue him! for stories’ sake lets say he has a tv in his room so he turns on a porn tape he picked up recently. a short while later as you walk in you can hear moans, his are definitely the loudest but you can hear some softer ones as well, from the bedroom and man it fucking cuts you to the core. you’re hurt he’s hooking up with someone but really upset he forgot about your plans to go hook up with whoever. and as you turn to walk out you swear… you SWEAR you hear your name. fuck if you’re not curious so you carefully walk closer to his room. you have to cover your mouth to stop from gasping when you peak through the halfway open door because he’s not hooking up with some he’s jerking off… and riding a dildo. and holy shit does he have a pair of panties on as well and is he wearing one of your shirts??? he’s got your shirt pulled up under chest with one hand, pretty lacy panties are pulled down and to the side as he rides his toy and jerks his cock. his eyes are screwed shut as he chases his high his head thrown back in pleasure. you bet he’s a pretty picture from behind as well, his hair cascading down his back as you’d watch him move up and down on his toy. you can tell he’s close with how erratic his hips are moving. he’s mumbling nonsense, a lot of pleases and pretty gasps. he moans your name loud and fucking crystal clear as he continues to stroke his cock as he cums all over his tummy and your shirt. this time you can’t help the gasp that escapes you when he moans your name. his head jerks up and eyes snap open as he meets your gaze and he rides out his orgasm. he finally stops jerking his cock but he’s still fully seated on the toy, so he can’t stop the jolts of pleasure that keep shocking his body. he runs his fingers through his cum and brings them up to his lips and audibly moans as he sucks on his fingers as he maintains eye contact with you. you’re still frozen in the doorway, thighs sticky and warm all over. too shocked to move. eddie takes mercy on you and makes the first move. he takes his fingers out of his mouth with a loud pop! he runs them through his cum once more and hold his fingers out to you. you surprise him though when you finally move closer, but instead of taking his fingers you get down on your knees across from him and lick up the rest of his cum from his cock. he whimpers out your name when you take him in your mouth, he almost cries when you remove it though as you move on to clean the rest from his tummy. once you’re finished you take his wrist and press those two fingers into your mouth with a loud moan. anyway!! not really pegging but this is a fantasy of mine! lol

anon what the fuck are you doing to me!!!! i’m a gooey mess on the floor you’ve awoken something in me i didn’t know i was into 🫠🫠🫠

eddie wearing your shirt!!! in a pair of panties!!!! whining your name like the little wet sub he is!!!! riding a dildo!!!!! and licking his own cum!!!! i’m in a state of absolute DISTRESS you’re incredible i can’t believe this 😭

#also you’re so real for saying about people being offended that fat people like them cause it’s so real #coming from a girl who was also the fat kid #i need to have a lie down after this i’m SO STRESSED #anon you’re incredible i love u *kisses ur forehead* #eddie munson headcanons #sub!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Space mark x reader where he starts sobbing and begs them not to throw themselves out the airlock again, which finally breaks through whatever lapse in sanity the captain had been going through in that moment, causing them to comfort Mark.

A/N: This takes place after the “Let Go” end, where both Cap and Mark remember ISWM 2's events)

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"CAPTAIN!!"

Hearing your head engineer’s screaming, you froze just before you could set foot inside the airlock chamber for the...god only knows how many times.

It’s bad enough that you couldn’t even remember.

At this point, you wondered if it was really a good idea to go back. Mark was so desperate to undo everything--to stop all the suffering and shattering of universes--and he convinced you to let him go, after which the universe reset for the final time and you woke up beside the transport ship’s pilot.

Everything played out the same. Even Mark’s ramblings did as he shook your hand when boarding the Invincible II for the first time, causing you to fear that the reset applied to him, too and he remembered nothing.

Thank god he pulled you aside and muttered that he did remember everything, not wanting to freak out the crew. Both of you vowed to not sleep in the cryopods until the warp core problem was resolved, trying to find the solution before the wormhole consumed half the ship and started screwing with time.

Who knew this mission would take such a heavy toll on you?

Days passed. Everyone was still asleep while you and Mark struggled to stay awake with only coffee and sandwiches to keep your energy up. He searched for issues within the ship, while you kept sneaking away to the airlock, trying to “fix it from the outside”, as you’ve done several times before.

Apparently your body absorbed some of the warp crystal’s energy. Despite not having it in your possession anymore--you were still immortal and you wanted to use this to your advantage.

You hoped he wouldn’t notice. But he did.

He did every single time he saw you floating out the window. No matter how carefully prepared you were--something always happened. The tether snaps, your suit loses oxygen, a satellite part hits you..he sees your death every single time and none of it’s pretty.

Why did you keep going back to this? Were you truly trying to help or did you like seeing him get this upset? 

Or were you...losing your mind because he was making you relive all of this? 

But the whole point of this was to not make you relive any of this! To stop it before any of it could start..

Yet you seemed caught in this trance of rushing to the airlock, with him always failing to stop you. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t bear seeing you throw yourself out to your death again. He’s seen it one too many goddamn times.

Finally, finally he wasn’t too late. And he was hellbent on keeping you here as he hugged you tightly from behind, pulling you back as the door slammed shut. “Let me go! That’s an order!” You snapped, squirming around in frustration. “I can fix it this time!! I swear I can...!!”

But you stopped as you felt his head on your shoulder, tears dampening your uniform. “P-Please, don't go...just stop...stop." He began to sob. “I-It won’t work, Captain. This isn’t the way. I can’t keep watching you die o-over and over again! I need you here.”

Your heart broke hearing him cry, and it was enough to bring you back to lucidity as you slowly stopped fighting back. For a moment you stared down at your trembling hands, wondering what the hell you were doing.

God, why were you even doing this? Did you not learn anything from the first time? That this never worked? That you’ve become totally careless and inconsiderate of how Mark might’ve felt??

What kind of captain are you?

Turning around, you hugged him properly. At first he thought you were gonna shove him away and bolt for the airlock, though as soon as he realized you were still embracing him, he just wept more. “Cap, you’re back..I-I got you back.” He grinned in relief. “I’m sorry..this was all a huge mistake..i-it’s my fault that y-”

“No, I wanna fix all of this, too.” Tears came to your eyes as you both sank to the floor, still holding each other tightly. “I was just being stupid. I’m sorry. I promise I’ll stop going to the airlock.”

“You promise?”

“That’s a captain’s promise.”

He chuckled a little, slowly pulling away as he calmed down but still holding your arms, sniffling. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, frowning in sadness. “Let’s sleep, okay?”

“Huh? But..if we do that we’ll just go through everything all over again.” He raised his head up, eyebrows furrowing. “Are you sure?”

“This is getting us nowhere. We’ll do things differently.”

Mark smiled, nodding in agreement. He didn’t realize how exhausted he truly was until he struggled to stand up, in which you guided him to his cryopod, sealing it shut before you dragged yourself into the other one.

As the door closed, you finally drifted off to sleep, swearing to keep your promise.

No more fixing stuff from the outside.

#clanask #anonymous #iswm x reader #iswm 2 x reader #in space with markiplier x reader #space mark x reader #hurt/comfort #iswm 2 spoilers

[brainrotdotorg]

Okay Alex, buckle up, I am several hours late but here is my SU DE thots. Please feel free to critique/add characters (i thought abour doing gems for Piss and Fuck but wanted to leave that to you if you so choose)

Harry - Idocrase, on back of right hand, egg shape cabochon

Kim - Peach Eosphorite, lower back, trillion cut

Jean - Kyanite,  left cheek, oval cabochon

Trant - Grey Spodumene, throat, octagon cut

Judit  - Lazulite, right shoulder, marquise cut

Dora - Yellow Brucite, forehead/third eye, octahedron (think like a D8 shape)

Harry/dora - Ludlamite

Harry/jean - Bornite

Harry/kim - Wavellite

Klassje - Cobaltite, third eye, sphere cabochon

Titus - Carnelian, chest, rough tumbled angular

Cunoesse - Cuprite, cheek, raw crystal

Cuno - Jasper, left eye, oblong triangular rose cut (think peridot in show shape)

Ruby - Scorodite (ruby felt too easy), upper back, irregular shaped cut

Garte - Nickeline, stomach, raw polished cabochon

Dolores - Rutilated Quartz, forehead, round cabochon

Evrart - Golden Zircon, left palm, princess cut

Lely - Larimar, right shoulder, vertical rectangle cabochon

Scab leader - Boleite, chest, raw chunk

Joyce - Magnesite, stomach, vertical oval

All of this is more so just the concept of gems as a living being rather than any of the plot of SU, so it's not gonna be like how certain gems have certain jobs, I mostly based it on their colors in game OR colors I associated with them and vibes from the gem

Harry's placement is representative of his relationship to the world around him. A nod to both his past cruelty as an RCM officer and his past kindness as a teacher and coach. As well as the fact that, at least what I see of Harry in the game, he tends to give all of himself into the things he does and what better way to symbolize it than to put the entirety of his being (his gem) on his hand. The egg shape is representative of his new beginnings and capacity to change because of the amnesia

I originally wanted to place it on Kims solar plexus chakra, so just under the ribs, to symbolize his sense of self and his confidence (at least in contrast to Harry). But I decided to change it to the root chakra, the base of his spine, to represent the stability he offers to Harry in the game, Kim is a source of balance to Harry during the case and Kim himself is very stable and even. But placing it on his back also represents his vulnerabilities and his weakness at the tribunal when trying to tend to Harrys leg he doesn't prioritize his own safety and turns his back to the danger

I chose his cheek because it felt right. Specifically Jean felt to me like a character where 'turn the other cheek' felt like a phrase fitting him, whether that be the semi implied past he's had of doing so to Harry, or the direct instance of him being unable/unwilling to turn the other cheek in the final tribunal for Harry's screw ups pre game.

Trant's is in the throat chakra spot because it represents communication and he talks a lot :)

Judit's is kinda representative of her attempt at distance from Harry in the whirling, trying to turn a cold shoulder to someone she's unfamiliar and uncomfortable with

Dora is the third eye chakra for representation on intellect and to be in the same place as Dolores' gem was

Klassje is also because of the chakra and the representation of intelligence and intuition, as well as to connect her with Dolores as she's another woman Harry semi idolizes

Titus is because, to me, the chest feels like a spot of strength and courage, and is a place he keeps covered when coming face to face with Harry, making it a representation of the defense he has around Harry and his desire to keep his community safe from the law

Dolores is because the forehead has always been representstive of inellect and knowledge, something she's said to have lots of, as well as most of human history associating the head with power and glory (think crowns to represent important figures) - HM anon

FUCK YESSSS all of this rules so hard i am internalizing it. thinking about harry rediscovering what his gem weapon is . thinking about the fusion capabilities. rubyklaasje "we just fused, nothing else happened." thinking about harry getting fucking poofed and then reforming.

the fact you even thought of the cuts is!! so cool to me!! god god god i love all these sm . making me think really hard about SU again and the interesting ways that imagining the people as gems could affect their dynamics.....

btw piss has an uncut citrine on his left thigh and fuck has an oval cut rubellite tourmaline on the back of his left hand : )) those r just my gut feelings

#THIS IS GREAT HM THANK YOU #SORRY IT TOOK ME A LIL BIT TO POST

[thefangirlofhp]

9. blankets

“Don’t sit too close to the fire, you’ll get cold when you leave.”

A shuffle announcing the turning of a page, followed by a muffled sniffle from the lump of blankets and sweaters atop the armchair dragged too close to the fireplace. Rhysand pats the space on the couch beside him when the humanoid lump moves and a head peeks out from beneath the wool, and with a heavy sigh, Elain gathers her woolly extensions and makes her way over to join his side.

“Didn’t think the weather would get you, eh?” He smiles faintly as she coughs into the enclosure of that portable oven. She ruefully smiles. Shakes her head.

“Overestimated myself.”

“Winter nights in Winter are no joke,” Rhys says around a barely suppressed smile. “I do believe I said something along those lines at dinner as you consciously ignored my advice and braved the outdoors without proper clothes.”

“No one likes a know-it-all, Rhys,” his sister-by-law murmurs, eyes on the book in her lap, her fingers tracing lines in the inner crevice of the book’s pages. She sniffs again. “You shouldn’t have stayed behind on my account, by the way. But I appreciate it.”

“Can we be honest together for a bit?”

She shrugs. He shifts on the couch, throwing his arm behind along the couch as he faces Elain. “I didn’t want you to be alone, especially not while we’re on holiday.”

“Some people consider that the definition of the word,” she replies quietly.

“But not you.”

“No,” she echoes.

The logs pop in the roaring fireplace, followed by pleasant crackles that make Rhys’s joints feel they’re being physically maneuvered out of stiffness.

“In the spirit of honesty, I’m going to go ahead and say the reason you ignored me in the first place was due to the fact you didn’t even want to go out in the first place. Which is a bit self-sabotaging considering there’s nothing more you’d want to do than explore what Vivenne offered to show of Winter.”

Elain’s jaw tightens.

“And,” he adds softly. “I know why.”

Her eyelids hesitate, lashes flutter before her lids lower and she presses her lips together.

“So it’s only fair I keep you company.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He thinks he imagines catching a shimmer along her lower eyelid, but she blinks and meets his gaze. “Whatever for? Considering the know-it-all, true to the name, knows all.”

“Talking helps.”

“Said who?” She breathes out. “Perhaps in certain cases. Not this.”

“Elain,” he reaches out and places a hand on the thick blankets over what he hopes is her shoulder. “Allow yourself the grace to forget those who cannot love you.”

He’s not imagining the crystallization of emotions streaming down her cheeks. She sniffs, faintly and calmly stares at him as her tears make their course.

“Sometimes all I do is sit and think about how easy it was to be wrong about people,” Elain says in a hoarse voice. “To have seen one part, one moment of weakness, and think it to be the whole.”

“That’s no fault of yours.”

“I know,” she nods. “Still makes me feel like the largest idiot I know.”

“Come on now, that’s not true.”

She shrugs, and slides her book gently shut. A heavy breath as a hand rubs away the tears.

“Honestly if you don’t want to miss out, please don’t let me hold you back,” she intones as she curls up on the couch and tucks her legs beneath her.

“You really want to make me say it? It’s my knee. It’s a relentless bitch in the cold and if I breathe word of that to Cassian I’d never hear the end of it.”

Her mouth turns up the slightest at the corners in the faintest smile. Rhys scoots closer to her, wraps his arms around her and holds the ball of wool and fur she is to him closely. Her head rests in the crook between his neck and shoulder with a fluttering sigh of content.

“Thank you,” she whispers, in a thick tone eluding to tears and knots in throat and the grief lured from its hiding place out to a safe place.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. You’re High Lord. You have to look out for the many.”

Her voice wobbles. He screws his eyes shut.

“I’m still sorry.”

“I know. It’s all right. Because you’re my High Lord.”

“You’re one of the bravest people I know, Elain,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek to the blanket over her head.

She presses herself tighter into his embrace. Watches the fire. He keeps his eyes closed. The fire roars. Wind shrieks outside the sealed windows. Snows and flurries wildly raging in the cold night. But inside it is warm and cosy, and safe. And homely.

#elriel #rhysand #acotar #drabbles #word count: 800

[static-sulker]

The Explosion (Science Party)

Hi again! I have another headcanon that I think i've mentioned before about Dell's scar. Yes, the engineer must have dozens of scars throughout their body, but its specifically the staple of my Engie design, which is the eye scarage

This scar is apart of a whole situation that i've thought about for the past couple days- so uh yippie

also TW violence and semi gore? but it's pretty soft

Medic hadn't been with Engie at the time, but damn did he obsess over that Engineer.

It was just a silly crush sure, but Medic would spend hours at night just THINKING about him. His crystalized blue pupils, His intelligence, and his natural beauty that brought Medic to his knees.

Anybody with the right brain would keep eyes on him, especially in combat. It was the job for a Medic to help his team of course!

He was busy staring at the engineers attacks, basically swooning over his friend, before a semi-mangled scout crawled towards the doctor.

"Doc... please heal me..." He looked to have several broken bones and a series of arrows plunged into his back.

The Medic took one last look at Engie, and began to heal the scout begrudgingly.

"Such a baby..." he muttered, causing Scout to spout out a series of insults at the man who currently held his very own life in his red gloves.

"Oh, beruhige dich, kleiner Späher." He chuckled, taking out one of the arrows from his back rather harshly.

after a minute or two, the scout was good as new. "Thanks Medic!" He called, already dashing back into the heat of battle.

Medic nodded, and turned back to where he was holding post.

Engie was gone? That was strange, Engie wasn't one to move that fast so quickly.

He stepped down from the balcony-like platform he took post at to recover from his past injuries down to where the Engineer had been placing his series of machinery and dispensers.

Faintly, in a nearby building, there was the sound of heavy machinery and yelling of a familiar texan man. Medic followed the sound, through a hallway.

Around a corner he could hear the familiar tone of bullets hitting walls and people alike, and the ear-piercing screech of explosions. He carefully stood at the corner, peering over the wall to see the events of a bloody and aggressive fight.

The other teams rather crazed and drunken enemy demoman, fighting against the doctor's teams Heavy. An enemy Scout was assisting the demoman with a stupid smirk. Those scouts always have that stupid expression..

Engie was working behind his sentry, the machine booming with force and almost pushing the smaller man back. Medic smiled, getting ready to enter the combat...

until a large echoing boom erupted, covering Medic in a white light. He took a moment for the ringing in his ears to stop, and his eyes to regain focus.

"Ow..." The german muttered, holding his head in a daze. He was shoved against a wall after the explosion from that blasted demoman. Obviously he would throw such a strong explosive in such a confined space. Medic wasn't torn up too much in the blast but-

Dell.

Medic shot up from his fallen state, seeing that the demoman sprinted off with scout, and Heavy was already up again. He did look pretty banged up but enough to keep moving.

The explosion must have centered down on the sentry specifically, it not becoming nothing but rubble.

Engie was crumpled on the floor, eyes hazy as his entire right side of his face was covered in blood and open wounds. His goggles had completely shattered at this point.

Medic sprinted towards him, pupils dilated. He slid to the floor, holding up the limp Engineer.

"Engineer, are you alright..?" He had never seen somebody so utterly broken down. He knew the respawn machine would keep him alive, but these wounds couldn't be healed so easily.

Wounds like these need to actually be tended to, or he wouldn't even be able to function, like a constant loop on the brink of death.

A fucking nightmare

Dells eyes-well mainly eye, as the other had been screwed shut at this point, drearily opened.

"Oh...Is that you, Doc?" He smiled weakly, blood streaming from his lip. His stupid smile stayed true, like a lopsided smirk, with no negative motive behind that smile. Just a genuine smile.

"Yes, yes it is me Dell, can you hear me...?" He held the engineer softly, not wanting to tighten his grip to hurt him more.

"your a bit foggy but, yeah..?" His voice slowed, and he winced, trying to touch at his bloody mess of a right face, quickly being stopped by Medics free hand.

"You shouldn't touch it, it'll just make it worse." He tried to slip past the definition of 'it'.

"How bad...Is it?" He chuckled, hacking up some more blood accidentally.

"It's...It's pretty bad Dell but It's going to be okay I promise-" He bit back tears, caressing the others left cheek solemnly.

"Don't shit-talk a shit-talker, Doc." He mustered up the courage to tease the doctor. How could one joke at a time like this?

The Medic let out a depressed giggle, feeling the start of tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Im going to get you back to the infirmary, ja? Your going to feel all better soon, Okay..?" Ludwig carefully picked up the almost corpse of man, who winced in pain.

"Doc..Has anybody told you how pretty you are when you cry like that? You look..." The Engineer smiled, before slowly resting his eyes shut. "...Heavenly..." And that was it from him.

"Engineer? Engie? DELL?!?" Medics eyes melting into tears as he gripped onto the body he held so dearly.

_______

Ludwig basically scrambled to the infirmary, body in hand.

Fuck the Admins rules of staying on field until the round was over.

He stayed in the infirmary for hours, working on Dell's barely breathing body.

When the crew came back to their base, cheering for their win, it only made the Medic angrier.

"Wie soll man in dieser Situation jubeln … Ingenieur, alles wird gut, ich schwöre es." Medic whispered to himself, looking over his coworkers face. He looked so peaceful, still covered in blood. In a different situation, Medic would like this appearance a lot more.

He spent 9 whole hours working on keeping Engie alive.

9 hours spent trying to save him, going through about 3 breakdowns throughout the situation.

Funny enough, he almost called for Engineer to hand him his tweezers. Dell had a tendency to assist Medic every now and then with his experiments.

It felt awfully quiet during the surgery.

_______

Ludwig slept in the infirmary that night in one of the beds. He made sure to scoot his bed near the engineers, just in case he awoke in the night.

He didn't.

His heart rate was normal again, but he was asleep for a few days.

Ludwig was a mess for those few days. He hadn't showered the entire time, he didn't go on missions at all through the week. His hair was unkept and he was barely eating or drinking water. Nobody was there to remind him to keep up with his hygiene after all.

Anybody else who mentioned his appearance would get a bitter syringe in the eye, obviously.

He waited, eyes sparking at any rustle or shift in his friends sleep.

He waited.

and waited.

Waiting for a rather long time, but it only was a week.

For Doctor Ludwig?

It felt like years.

_______

Finally, 7 days after the accident, Engie regained conscious.

Medic was taking a review on his scar when he did, looking over the scar to see if it would open up again and begin to bleed again.The scar seemed to look a bit better after his rampant healing and nonstop care over the week.

Engie let out a soft groan, eyes wincing slightly.

Medic almost let out a choked sob to hear his voice again.

"Dell, are you okay..? Can you hear me well?" He leaned forward slightly, seeing his expression finally move after what felt like forever.

"I sure can Doc, whats going on?" He opened his left eye, squinting at the light. It looked alright, no damage there. His right eye definitely would have some damage, but he hypothesized that he would still have sight through it.

"Oh thank God you're alright, Dell." He smiled, eyes threatening to tear up again. "You got caught in the center of an explosion and you passed out..For seven days." He winced at the amount of time it has been.

"Good lord, seven days? Thats a lot longer then I expected...Are you okay?" He smiled, looking at the disheveled doctor.

"Me? Engie, you were in a coma for a full week and you're asking about me? Thats...Thats not important right now." Medic was flabbergasted at his coworker. Nobody could actually be that humble, right?

"Whats important is your right eye," He paused, searching for the right words. "Can you open it? The right side of your face took the most damage in the explosion. If you can, we can see the damage over your eye and see where to move on from there." He smiled reassuringly, seeing the semi-concerned Engineer.

"Alrighty.." He closed his left eye, before opening both completely. His right pupil was almost completely grey, losing its bright blue to now a dull form. "I can..Kinda see? It's a bit blurry but uh, yeah I can see ya Doc." He smiled, his eyes crinkled in a smile. Medic smiled, tears streaming down he face again. He was okay.

Medic was okay.

_______

A few months after the accident, the two of them got together. It was quite obvious that the Medic had never actually been so crushed when his patient was near death.

Heck, their teams demoman was nearly burnt alive after going through the respawn machine, and Medic did it with a smile on his face. No breakdowns. Nothing.

Engie started using glasses every now and then for reading, and he grew used to his eyesight. He was back to what could be described as normal.

Now he just a grotesque yet interesting conversation piece right on his face. Medic actually liked the scar a bit after they got together. He would trace it carefully with his finger when they slept, softly smiling at the man he held. He was so happy.

so so so happy.

_______

OKAY DONE, THIS TOOK TWO DAYS TO WRITE ON AND OFF YAY! OKAY I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT KIDDO SO UH BYE TOODLES IM GOING TO GO PASS OUT :D

#science party headcanons #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #medic x engineer #team fortress two #tf2 au #fanfic #fanfiction #my rambling

[negative-speedforce]

Important plot stuff

"I read the files." Siv's voice was flat, lip curled in a mix of disgust, rage, and anguish. She gripped a knife in her left hand, knuckles white. "How many came before me?"

"You're the ninth." Eobard replied. "The first four's life spans were measured in hours, or minutes. The merging process takes time, and they were too weak to survive without the Negative Speed Force in them. The next two didn't survive the merging. The last three all turned against me, like you did. I eliminated them as soon as I knew."

"If I'm Nine..." Siv's eyes widened in shock. "Eight innocent children? Eight of... me, that died because you couldn't bear to be alone. You can't stand the fact that your legacy is to be a thorn in his side, a minor annoyance in the grand scheme of things. You're not even the worst enemy he ever faces, are you?"

Eobard grabbed Siv's arm. "Enough about that. With your power and mine, we could be... father and child, all-powerful, with everything you ever wanted. Don't you want that?"

"No! Back off. You don't love me." Siv ripped her arm from Eobard's grasp. "You love your work. You love messing around with the laws of nature, just to screw with one man. You never gave a single shit about me as a person, or Esme."

"Sivonne-"

"You told me stories of a life, of a mother! Now, I'm supposed to keep going, knowing I didn't even exist before I was four? Knowing that I'm just some kind of genetic screw-up that you made on a whim?" Siv punched the wall, a small dent forming from her fist. "How long was I supposed to survive, Dad? What was your end game?"

"That doesn't matter anymore, because clearly, it failed." Eobard scoffed. "Your destiny was to be great, to be my heir, the greater sum of all my parts. But you failed. You rejected everything you were supposed to be, for what? Loyalty to a dead woman? You're such a hypocrite, Sivonne."

Siv ignored Eobard's jab. "Am... Am I real?"

"What?"

"Am I real, Dad?" Tears were freely falling from their eyes now. "Please, just tell me that I'm real. That I'm not just some concept that you created. Please. Just tell me I'm a person."

"No."

Siv started shaking, their grip on the blade loosening, the knife falling to the ground with a sharp metallic clang. Everything was too much, too loud, too bright. She wanted to run, but their feet felt glued to the floor. Their chest was tight, and nonexistent hands clenched her heart, making it feel as if it was about to implode.

She fell to her knees, clutching their chest, hyperventilating, nearly blind from the tears leaking from her eyes. Everything had been a lie. Their childhood, her mother-

Eobard smirked, vibrating his hand menacingly. "Maybe Ten won't be such a disaster."

"Back the fuck off." Eobard heard from behind him. The person standing there was tall, with honey blonde wavy hair and eyes that were glowing a brilliant amber.

"Who are you again?"

"The name's Ember." They replied. "Now back off. I'm not letting you kill my employee."

"You won't have a chance."

"Really?" Ember cocked her head, as a massive amber crystal shot out of the ground, launching Eobard into the air. "Overconfident bastard." He touched Siv's shoulder gently. "Hey. Hey, it's me. You gotta get up. We need to go, before that dickhead shakes that one off."

"How-" Siv coughed. "-how high did you launch him?"

"It had to be out the ceiling and at least thirty feet." Ember replied. "Come on. Let's get to the car."

Ember helped Siv get to the car, his employee still dazed, shaking and breathing heavily. She hadn't heard their conversation, they only saw the aftermath of it, but obviously, it had shaken Siv up so severely that they seemed to be trapped in their own mind, unable to see straight enough to climb into the passenger seat of Ember's SUV.

Once Ember had wrangled them into his car, they started up the engine, taking off as fast as the car could take them.

"You okay?" Ember raised an eyebrow, looking over at Siv. Siv shook her head.

"I'm..." Siv trailed off. "I'm not real. I'm not human."

"Yeah, I think you not being human was established when you managed to beat up six gangsters, all of which were twice your size, with that level of speed and ferocity."

"You knew?"

"Yeah, of course I did." Ember replied. "Like recognizes like. I got fucked in the Accelerator incident too. So did, like, a quarter of Central City's population."

"No, not like that." Siv shook their head. "I'm not real. I'm not human. I never was human."

"So you're like that National City alien chick? Super-Duper-Girl?"

"No, no." Siv sobbed. "I can't explain it right now."

Ember nodded. "I understand. But if you ever want to talk, I'm here. I know I'm just your boss, but I feel somewhat protective of you, y'know, as what you kids call an 'Elder Gay'."

"Thanks. I guess."

Ember drove Siv back to their apartment (which he was fairly certain her employee was living in illegally, due to the big red "condemned" sign on it, but that was neither here nor there). They looped her arms around Siv's, helping them out of the car and up the stairs to the apartment.

"The porch light." Siv mumbled, reaching up to grab a key that was stashed up there. However, their hand was far too shaky to place the key in the lock, something which Ember was happy to help with.

"Are you sure you're safe here?" Ember asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure. He'd never bother checking this dump." Siv stepped inside, and immediately, from her glimpse of the front room, Ember pitied their employee. The carpet was stained and falling apart, the floor and ceiling were sagging, and rather than having a functioning cooking area, a salvaged lawn table with a plugged-in burner sat next to the ancient-looking refrigerator.

"Do you want me to stay? I can, if you need me to. I don't have a show until eight tonight."

"It's fine." Siv opened the door for Ember, letting her back outside. "I'll be fine. Just go, please."

"Okay. Call me if anything comes up."

"I will."

#oc shit #revan writes #that evening Siv's going to give themself her iconic scar over their eye using the shards from a broken mirror but yeah sure she's okay #they DEFINITELY aren't having a mental health crisis #siv thawne

[gemglyph]

Like this one better but… part 2 of things I had to write to cope

I’m going after him.” Wild insisted, pulling shield, bow, and sword from his inventory. “The monsters or the malice will kill him out there if he hasn’t already done it himself…” that made the whole rest of the camp flinch.

“You don’t think…?”

“Think about it.” Wild turned to Twilight. “If I’d just told you all about the Calamity and you’d just confirmed to me that ‘yes, you failed and the deaths of the champions and the ruin of Hyrule is your fault’…” he stopped, stuffing the pain of saying those words away. “I’d…I’d be done. I hear it from myself enough. To hear it from all of you…I’d take dying again over that.” He knew his words hurt them all but it needed to be said.

“I’ll come with you…” Twilight began.

“No. It’s my world. I’ll be faster on my own…talk. All of you. If Sky isn’t going to be welcome if and when I find him…leave his stuff under that tree. I’ll know and take him somewhere else…” And with that, Wild took off into the wilderness.

“We aren’t seriously considering that, right?” Wind asked, looking at the older heroes. “We aren’t actually gonna tell Wild that Sky isn’t welcome back..?” He huffed as they continued their silent conversation over his head. Feeling a little desperate, he turned to Legend and Four, searching their faces for some hint of one, just one to be as incredulous as he was. “Are we?” He hated how his voice broke at that. They were all being idiots… he realized his hand was tightening on the hilt of his sword and forced himself to relax.

“Of course not.” Twilight finally stated, pulling away from his staring contest. “We all have things in our pasts…in our adventures that we regret…and most of us blame ourselves for them, even when literally everyone keeps telling us it isn’t our fault.” He stared down each of the other heroes in turn, but continued speaking “is it Wars’ fault that a crazy witch broke the world to try to get to him?” Warriors winced and looked away. “Or Time’s fault the timeline is screwed up?” Their leader seemed to already be lost in some kind of internal crisis and Twilight didn’t linger. He met gaze with Legend and the veteran hissed out

“Don’t you dare…” their standoff lasted for several seconds but Legend broke gaze first.

“If we’re going to blame Sky, we might as well blame everyone else too. We may as well tell Wild that the Calamity, that the champions and his own death were his fault, or blame this on me…” he fished the shadow crystal out of his tunic, carefully waving it by the long cord he used to keep it around his neck. “We’ve all done stupid stuff, we’ve all done things we regret in the name of our calling as heroes, in defending our loved ones…Sky is no different.”

FIRST / HERE / LAST

SCREAMING

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wild please get Sky you got this

Wind's voice breaking a little oh OUCH.... Twilight laying everyone flat verbally is so important to me

#out of the apple box #ajscico beloved #Th... this was in my drafts and not posted???? I'm so sorry I have been hoarding this like a dragon for a HOT MOMENT #THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR WRITING WITH ME

[middleearthpixie]

Miss Fortune ~ Chapter Six

Miss Fortune - Modern AU

Summary: Everyone in Cranford Falls knows the Prescott family. Not only do they run Miss Fortune’s Crystal occult shop in town, but they’re also known for their psychic abilities. On occasion, they’re even called into service to assist the police on particularly difficult cases. All except Alex Prescott, that is. Unlike her three sisters, she’s inherited none of her family’s gifts. At least that was what she thought until the day the dead guy showed up in her bedroom asking for her help in solving a murder. His own.

Six months after his brother Frerin’s death, Detective Thorin Durin is on a downward spiral of self-destruction until Frerin starts showing up in his apartment, claiming his death was not an unfortunate accident but was, in fact a murder. Trouble is, Frerin doesn’t know who did it, so he wants Thorin to reopen the case and solve it, with Alex’s help.

As they work together to find out just exactly what happened to Frerin, Alex and Thorin grow closer. Neither one knows it, but Frerin isn’t just looking to solve his own murder, he’s trying to help his brother cope with his loss as well, and to find happiness with the Prescott sister who’s known as the quiet one…

Summary: Alex and Terri have an odd encounter while shopping for Gram’s birthday…

Pairing: Modern!Thorin x ofc Alex Prescott

Characters: Alex Prescott, Terri

Warnings: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,412

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Terri chattered on as she flipped through the racks at Macy’s, but Alex didn’t hear a word she said. Instead, thoughts of Frerin cluttered her mind. What she’d promised him. Find his killer. Bring them to justice. Cripes. How on earth was she going to find the person (or persons) responsible for the fire, when trained experts couldn’t? Just what did he expect her to do? How did he expect her to do it? She’d already screwed it up with Frerin’s brother. Now what?

“Hey! Are you still on planet Earth?”

Alex snapped back into the present. “What?” she asked, peering at Terri. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah. I asked you if you dreamed about Mr. Tall-Dark-Dead-and-Handsome?”

She shook her head. “No. Not last night.” She shrugged. “Who knows? Maybe since I can see him now, he won’t bother my sleep. I’m actually kind of hoping that’s how it’ll work. I could use a solid night’s sleep, you know.”

“I don’t know. Are you sure that’s what you’d want? At least in your dreams you can get a little funky with him.”

Alex fought the urge to groan. “Terr, I’ve already told you—I don’t want to get funky with him. He’s cute, but he’s not my type.”

“Damn, I wish I could see this guy. Too bad I can’t just develop that Sight thing—poof!— just like you did.”

It was a little weird to think that two days ago, she wouldn’t have been able to see Frerin, either. But she wasn’t so sure the Sight was really a gift for her. Too soon to tell, she thought, mentally shaking her head as Terri held up a gaudy brown-and-orange silk top.

“That is hideous.”

“Why?” Terri held it at arm’s length and squinted at it. “These colors would look great on Gram.”

“She’ll kill both of us if you bring her anything she considers old lady-ish, and that definitely looks old lady-ish. It’s got old lady written all over it.”

“You’re crazy. Gram will love it.”

“I think that is not how she’ll feel about it.” Alex frowned at the sheer, oversized top, fighting to keep her nose from wrinkling in distaste. It was the last thing she could ever see Gram wearing—no matter what. A nuclear bomb could go off in the center of town and melt everything else, and still Gram would refuse to wear that monstrosity. In fact, she’d probably forbid Terri from ever setting foot in her house ever again and she considered Terri an honorary Prescott. Or she would until Terri showed up with that top for her.

“Put it back, Terr. Trust me.”

Terri sighed a heavy, weary sigh. “Well, I hope you have some ideas, Lex, because I got nothing.”

“We’ll find something. If nothing else, we’ll head over to Spencer's.”

Terri giggled. “Remember last year, when Syd got her that windup penis?”

Alex couldn’t help her snort. “And she said she wished it’d come with a man attached?”

Both women burst out laughing rather loudly, which earned them a few strange looks from other shoppers. Alex ignored them, though, even as she grasped at a rack of blouses to keep from tipping over, and wiped her streaming eyes with her left hand. She didn’t know which Gram thought was funnier—the wind-up penis or that a room full of senior women were horrified by it.

“God, I thought Teddy was going to wet her pants!” Terri blurted, clutching her left side with one hand and reaching to steady herself on a table of folded jeans with the other. “Remember how red she got?”

“Remember? She didn’t talk to Syd for almost two weeks,” Alex gasped, managing to right herself as she fought to control her giggles. It felt so good to laugh like that, better than she would have imagined. Especially since she’d found yet another threat on the blog that morning. It was tempting to call the police, but she didn’t see what they could possibly do, since she didn’t even have a name. Most likely, the police would ask her what she expected, given her family’s business. Nut jobs came with the territory and this one wasn’t the first, although he was the meanest so far. 

The back of her neck prickled then, as she noticed a string bean of a man on the other side of the main aisle, casually flipping through a table display of vee-necked sweaters. It probably wouldn’t have bothered her, except that he’d only begun paying attention to the sweaters when she turned to look at him. She was pretty sure he’d been staring at them a moment earlier.

Of course, why shouldn’t he? She and Terri were laughing like maniacs just a few minutes earlier and the words wind-up penis probably carried a little farther beyond their earshot. He wouldn’t have been the only starer, that was for sure. In fact, a couple of blue-haired old ladies were still staring at them. Then again, that could’ve been because Terri was wearing a short skirt and a white blouse that was practically sheer and she was one of those women who was naturally blessed with ample curves and thin thighs and seemed to be all leg, while Alex felt like a fire hydrant next to her—short and squat.

She forced herself to turn away, forcing out of the corner of her mouth, “Terri!” in a throaty whisper.

Terri's head jerked up. “What?”

“Keep your voice down!” Alex muttered. With a slight tilt of her head in String Bean’s direction, she whispered, “See that guy?”

Her lips barely moving, Terri muttered back, “Skinny dude with the girly sweaters?”

“That’s him.”

“Yeah. Why?”

“What’s he doing?”

Dropping her gaze to the rest of the hideous orange-and-brown blouses, Terri said, “Flipping through—wait… he just stopped. I think he’s checking you out, Lex.”

That made her want to shiver. “Ugh.” She tried to feign an interest in the stack of faded Donna Karan distressed jeans. Lifting up a couple of pairs as if searching for one in her size, she waited a beat and then jerked her head up.

String Bean’s cheeks went ruddy as he twisted away from them. Even from where she stood, the flush sweeping up the back of his neck was plainly visible. His movements were too deliberate, too careful, to be anything other than a feigned interest of his own. To Terri, she whispered, “I don’t think he’s checking us out in the way that you think he is. I think he’s trying to eavesdrop on us.”

“On Gram’s taste in gifts? That’s… weird…”

“No.” She glanced out of the corner of her eye again. String Bean had moved closer. “He ignored us until you brought up Frerin, then pretended to ignore us while we were talking about Gram. Just watch and see for yourself.” 

“Lex—”

“So, I think I know who dream man is, and it’s so weird, because he’s dead, Ter.”

“What?”

“Yeah. He’s been dead for years.” Alex smiled as String Bean perked up again and moved closer still. She moved from tops to athletic wear, moving closer to the narrow corridor that led to the elevators and rest rooms. She kept talking as she moved. “And get this… he doesn’t know how he died.”

“Get out!” Under her breath, Terri muttered, “Where are we going?”

“The elevator. But act casual.”

“What—”

“Right? It’s so weird and he thinks I can help him.” Alex resisted the urge to grab Terri by the arm and drag her down into the hallway. The last thing she really wanted to was to look or act suspicious. 

“Help him? How?” Terri rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. No sooner had they both moved toward the corridor, then Alex saw String Bean drop a melon-colored vee neck and causally saunter their way. Her heart began a dull, triple-time staccato in her chest as she grabbed Terri's arm and pulled her around the bend.

“What the hell are you doing?” Terri demanded.

“Just wait…” Although her instinct was to just hurry to the elevator and get into it, she forced herself to remain just where she was. “He’ll be here in three… two… one…”

String Bean came around the corner then and Alex rounded on him, planting a hand firmly in the middle of his skinny chest as she shoved him up against the wall. “Is there a reason you’re listening in on me talking to my friend?”

Bean groaned as he hit the wall. “What the—what are you talking about, lady? I’m just shopping.”

“Uh huh. Do I need to call security or are you going to leave us alone?”

“Leave you alone? I wasn’t even bothering you! Christ, can’t a guy look at sweater?”

“You’re shopping in the women’s department,” Terri pointed out.

“What are you,” he glared at her, “the clothing police? If you must know, I’m shopping for my sister, you twit.” He knocked Alex’s hand from him. “So, fuck off or I’ll call security.”

“You were listening to us and don’t even try to deny it.”

“I wasn’t listening to you, it’s just that… I thought you were someone else. You look like an old friend. I was wrong.”

“An old friend?” Alex just stared at him. “Who?”

“Teddy Prescott. I graduated with her and it’s been forever and I thought you were her but as I got closer, I wasn’t so sure. Sorry I bothered you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You thought I was Teddy? Do you wear glasses? Because if not, you might want to get your eyes checked out.”

“You look enough like her. I’m sorry, lady. I didn’t mean to spook you…”

“You didn’t spook me. I don’t like when people listen in on my conversations. What was your name again?”

“Again? I never said it to begin with. I’m Yuri, why?”

“Teddy’s my sister and I’m pretty sure she’s never mentioned you.”

“Does she tell you about all of her friends? Christ, you really are the fucked up Prescott, aren’t you?”

Alex narrowed her eyes. “What did you call me?”

“Listen, Yuri,” Terri broke in, stepping up to stand beside Alex. “You watch yourself when you’re talking about my family. You got that?”

“Fuck off, bitch. Both of you,” Yuri muttered, twisting to get to his feet.

Wrong thing to say. Terri just smiled and then swung. Her tote bag hit Yuri square in the groin and with a yelp, he hit the floor like a sack of sand. She then grabbed Alex by the arm and they sprinted toward the elevators. Terri punched the button and Alex uttered a silent prayer of thanks as the light lit up, the doors chimed, and then opened. They dove inside and Terri jabbed at the door closed button as Yuri’s deep swears grew louder.

The doors slid shut just as his face appeared in the slit and Alex slumped against the back of the car. “Oh my God…” she breathed, her heart racing and her hands shaking uncontrollably. “What the hell was that about?”

Terri, however, was glaring at her. “What’s going on, Lex? You’re jumpy as hell today and I’ve never seen you attack a guy for following you down a hallway. Now, what gives? And don’t tell me nothing because I swear to God, I’ll—”

“Easy, Terr,” Alex sighed, pushing up and away from the cool steel. “I’ll tell you. But you have to promise to let me handle it, okay?”

“Handle what?” Terri's eyes narrowed suspiciously and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Promise me first.”

“Alex.”

She shook her head. “No dice, Terri. You promise, or I don’t spill.”

Terri sighed, but uncrossed her arms. “Okay. Okay. I promise. Now, will you tell me already?”

The elevator chimed as they reached the third floor. As the doors slid open, Alex grabbed Terri's arm. “Let’s go grab a coffee and I’ll tell you everything so far.”

***

“Holy… are you kidding me?”

Alex was more than a little surprised at the starkness of her friend’s face and the heat in her voice. She knew Terri would be upset, but she didn’t think she’d be this upset. “Look, we get hate mail from time to time and it’s really no big deal. It comes with the territory and we all know to just ignore it unless there is a real, honest threat somewhere.”

“I’d say hoping you die sounds like a threat to me.”

“Mrs. Urlino says stuff like that to us all the time. Well, not to me, maybe, but definitely to the others.”

“Yeah, well we all know she’s harmless. Batshit, but harmless.” Terri shook her head. “This isn’t Mrs. Urlino though, Lex. You should report it. Tell Detective Durin. He’d probably want to know.”

“Why? What can he do? It’s just an email.”

“Well, I don’t know, but you’re telling him. Or else.”

Alex rolled her eyes. “Or else what, Mom?”

“I’ll tell Gram and your ass will be cooked.”

Alex sunk into her chair. “You would, wouldn’t you?”

“Damn straight I would.”

“Too bad we don’t know when she’ll be back, because that just might get me to spill.”

“I’m not kidding, Alex. I’ll call her right now.” Terri dug around in her bag until she came up with her Samsung Galaxy. She waved it at Alex. “Spill. Now.”

Alex sighed. The last thing she wanted was Gram thinking she needed to come home now instead of finishing her job finding the missing teen. Terri had her and she knew it. 

She sighed. “Well, what if I tell Frerin?”

“Damn. I forgot about your ghost. Well, does he know your cop?”

“He’s not my ghost, Thorin’s not my cop, and of course they know each other, they’re brothers. Jeez, Terr, were you completely stoned all through high school? Everyone knew them. They were the biggest jocks in town and knew it.”

“Oh, right…. Sorry… You were chasing football players, I was out stealing car parts with Troy McInierny, remember?”

“Tell me again how we’re still friends?”

“Right?” Terri dropped her phone back into her bag. “Regardless, you need to ask one of them. What if it’s not just any empty threat?”

“Well, I don’t know what Frerin can do, unless it’s something like make the walls of the emailer’s house bleed, but I’d imagine we’d need to know where his house was to begin with, wouldn’t we?”

“Lex… you’re wandering again.”

“Sorry.” She set her cup down, tracing the rim with her fingertip. After a long silence, she said, “What if I’m just imagining him?”

“Imagining who?” Terri asked, wiping the lipstick smear from her own cup.

Alex fought the urge to reach over and throttle her. “Frerin!”

“Oh, right.” Terri sat back, folding her arms over her chest. “Do you think you might be?”

It was something that had been worrying her on and off since she first realized she could see him. How was it possible, when she’d never had the Sight before? What if she was just losing her mind instead? 

“No,” she finally said, “I don’t. But I’m the weirdo in my family my entire life and now all of the sudden I’m not? It doesn’t make any sense. They all knew what they could do from the time we were kids, Terr. Why is this only possible for me now?”

“You’re asking me? I don’t know, Lex. Maybe you need to talk to one of your sisters. Or Gram—she wold probably know best. But ask one of them if it’s possible. I have no idea if it is or not.”

Alex stared down at the cardboard cup. All around them in the food court, mothers wheeled babies in strollers or argued with older kids about this and that, while teenagers mingled about chattering away in their own foreign language. At the next table, a guy in a charcoal gray Armani suit was busy regaling his lunch companion with stories of his latest barroom conquest, being graphic enough that Alex wanted to throw up. 

Leaning closer to Terri, she whispered, “Did you ever wonder how much of this bull is made up?”

Terri grinned. “Probably ninety-five percent of it is.” She shook her head. “There is no way that guy’s ten inches anywhere.”

Alex snorted hard enough to make her sinuses hurt and Terri quickly gathered up her things as Armani Suit shot them both a look. Still chuckling as they walked away, Alex said, “I guess I could ask Teddy. Gram’s in Maine and I don’t have any idea when she’ll be back. I’m only barely speaking to Charlie and Syd’d just tell me to go talk to Teddy anyway.”

At the main elevator, Terri punched the down arrow. “What’s Gram doing in Maine again?”

“Missing teenager. The parents called her last Friday absolutely beside themselves. You know Gram. If it’s babies or kids, she’s outta here.”

“But this is a teenager.” Terri pointed out as the bell dinged and the doors slid open. “Gram’s always grumbling about hexing the lot of them.”

“That’s only the ones who insist on daring each other to touch her house every Halloween,” Alex replied as they stepped onto the small, overheated car. “And it probably wouldn’t be so bad, except then she had to go and predict that Ty Randall’s father would catch Ty’s mother in bed with their neighbor’s son.”

“Oy, I remember. He was what? Eighteen?”

Alex shook her head, remembering the scandal that resulted, as Ty’s mother was also Cranford Falls High’s Spanish teacher. “I don’t think he was even that old. And you know what the killer is? Gram swears she made the whole thing up.”

“Did she?”

Alex never thought so and she shook her head at Terri. “I don’t believe it if she did. Come on, Terr, she had it nailed down to what color bra and panties Carol Randall would be wearing!”

Terri chortled over that. “Green and blue leopard print. Real tasteful.”

Alex sighed softly as they descended into the parking garage. “I don’t think there is a guy in the neighborhood who gave a damn what freaky-ass print lingerie she wore. It didn’t stay on her long enough for it to even register.”

The bell chimed and the doors slid open. Stepping out into the dank parking deck, Alex shivered. She hated parking garages—always had, always would—and this one did not have one redeeming factor about it. It was even hotter and stickier than the summer air outside, and the dampness mingled with the smell of gasoline fumes, burnt oil, and worn rubber, to create a perfume that was second only to skunk on the terrible-smell scale.

Terri's car was at the end of the row and, by the time they reached it, Alex had looked over her shoulder five times. On the sixth peer, Terri sighed gustily as she beeped off her alarm. “What is it, Lex?”

She didn’t know if she could put it into words. Shaking her head, she looked over the car’s roof at Terri. “I guess I’m still spooked about Yuri,” she said, resisting the urge to peer over her shoulder yet again. “I don’t remember Teddy ever mentioning a guy named Yuri. Guess I’ll add that to the things I want to ask her. She’s going to think I’ve lost my mind completely.” 

Pulling open the passenger door, she sank into the seat and reached for the seatbelt. “Do I really look all that much like her?” 

Terri nodded. “Yeah, Lex. You do. A little shorter, maybe, but from a distance, I can see how someone might think you were her and she was you.”

“Maybe.” Alex didn’t think she looked all that much like any of her sisters. Sure, she and Teddy both had the Preskova’s black hair and the same odd shade of green eyes, but that was it. She was the shortest, not to mention the heaviest, of the girls. Syd resembled her figure-wise, where Charlie was naturally skinny (which made Alex hate her at times). Teddy, on the other hand, worked out like mad to keep her willowy frame just that. It was almost flattering, that Yuri thought she looked like Teddy. At least, it would be if it weren’t so damn creepy.

#Richard Armitage #The Hobbit #Thorin Oakenshield #Hobbit Fic #Hobbit Fanfic #Fan fiction #The Hobbit fan fiction #Thorin x OC #AU #Thorin Fic #Is it hot in here? #Romance #Modern AU #Detective AU #Parapsychology #Thriller AU

[officialleehadan]

Linked Rides

Computer Science 101

+++

If the fog hadn’t been so thick, Adrienne might almost have thought the ride was fun. The roads through the mountains weren’t paved, but they were wide and worn-down by the passage of the ogre tribes over the years. It was polished smooth by many large feet, until it was as good as a packed trade-road.

Liqho assured them that the ogres were well out of the way. They had moved their camps away when the attacks started, down into the deep caves they lived in over the winter. Those caves were well-secured and safe. In fact, the ogres had even offered haven within those same caves to the townsfolk, and many had accepted, but winter was coming in soon, and no one wanted to lose the precious time left to get their trade-boats loaded.

The monster might kill them, but the winter would too, if they couldn’t fill their storehouses. They couldn’t risk the monster, but they couldn’t risk starvation either. The town depended on the rich clay from the river, and the fine stoneware they produced from it. Without their wares, the town would die.

Adrienne was glad the ogres were out of the way and safe. It would be more complicated to try and work around them, even if the ogres were peaceful. They had their own trade, in furs and lumber, but their trade could wait. The ogres traded for luxuries, not the things they depended on to live.

High mountains rose around them like teeth, barely visible in the thick fog that closed around them at every moment. Adrienne watched the fog slip between them like a veil again, and bit her lip. It felt intentional. It felt like a mechanic designed to screw with a party running this quest. If it was, if it was supposed to separate them, the consequences for being separated could be devastating.

“Hey,” she called to Nathan, who was a little ahead of her. “Hold up.”

“Problem?” he asked as he stopped his lizard with a touch. Adrienne pulled up beside him a moment later. “Did you see something?”

“Sort of,” she said, and slid down off her mechanical spider. It folded back in on itself until it looked like a little brass spider, curled up, and small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. “Your lizard is big enough to carry us both, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said, and offered her a hand up. She took it and he helped her sit across the wide saddle. “Not that I’m not pleased to get to hold you, but why the shared mount?”

“I feel like the fog is trying to separate us,” she explained as they got moving again. It was odd to adjust to the odd, rocking pace of the three-legged lizard, but it was nice to rest back against Nathan’s chest, in the circle of his arms. She readjusted so her cloak covered them both and got comfortable. “It’s what I would do if I was programing this region. I’d try to separate a party.”

“It would work in-game, because we couldn’t share a mount, but this is real and if you ride with me, we’ll stay together,” he realized quietly. “Good idea. Actually, want me to link us with tracking spells so we can always find each other?”

“Can you do it while we ride?”

“Might need you to hold a few things for me, but sure.”

Adrienne didn’t know how magic worked, but she took the crystals he pulled out of one of his saddlebags and held them while he murmured the same spell he put onto Liqho’s door. The crystals, a pretty carved rose of pink quartz and a little blue skull of lapis, shimmered brightly in Adrienne’s hands. She gasped at the feel of magic on her skin, but it faded quickly until there was just a little glow around each of the crystals.

“Here,” Nathan said, and fastened the rose, which had a carved loop in the stem, to her bracelet. It was small enough to tuck under her leather bracer, where it warmed against her skin. “Keep that on you. It will link us together. If you pull it off your bracelet and say my name, it will glow brighter the closer we are together.”

“Yours works the same?”

“Yeah, they’re paired. The spell is permanent, but I’ll have to reset it if you use it.”

It was a reassurance. One that Adrienne was grateful to have as they went into an unknown danger. They were both powerful, but she was still dreaming about the way Nathan almost died just a few days earlier. She wasn’t ready to take that chance again. Not so soon, and hopefully not ever.

She couldn’t let him die for her again.

“Just promise you’ll stay close,” she said when he was done fastening his own charm to the chain he wore around his neck. It wasn’t the only charm he carried, but the others were less complicated. They were just the standard ones that any spellcaster carried when they were getting ready for a fight. Adrienne had plenty of her own, but she already knew that the rose on her bracelet was more important than the rest. “We’re partners. We do this together.”

“Ogres couldn’t pull me away,” he promised into her ear and squeezed her tight as they raced deeper into the mountains, towards the hanging valley that might just hold their answers. “We got into this together. We’ll get out the same way.”

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ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYŌMEN SUKUNA || HOW THEY WOULD APOLOGISE TO THEIR MAD S/O

| featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sakuna from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 27 november

| request : Hello! How are you? Hope you’re taking care of yourself :3 can I request headcanons for Itadori, Megumi, Gojo, and Sukuna making their s/o really mad for x reason and what they would do to make it up to them/apologize? Thank you have a great day/night!

| barista’s notes : hiya! this one was kind of hard for me to do since it was hard to come up with reason on why you were mad at them (some of them are really stupid in my opinion...ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ) but this update is going to be the last one for the night since it is 12am aka midnight and i’m going back to school after being in isolation for 14 days!＼ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ／thank you so much for requesting for a cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

Itadori will be the most clueless boy ever and doesn’t even know that you are mad at him in the first place.

It might take a few days or a few hours at best for him to realise that you were mad at him - probably Fushiguro will tell him that you are pissed at the boy.

Once he FINALLY finds out that you are angry at him, he would try to think back on what he could have done to make you angry at him - and boy, does he think long and hard because once again to remind you: he is clueless.

Did he do something stupid again? Did he accidentally eat your food again? Did he forget something? DID HE FORGET AN IMPORTANT DATE? 

Yes, when he tries to recall what he did that made you annoyed at him, he does tend to overthink it.

You know what you were mad at him for? He had indeed eaten something of yours by accident. The reason why you were mad at him was because he ate the last of your ramen that you were saving after the mission that you were set was finished.

Now since Itadori thought he was completely screwed, he would full-on plan a whole game/movie night with you. 

Sukuna would lowkey mock the dude as Itadori was preparing his room causing our poor boy to worry even more since Sukuna was making him feel more nervous.

This preparation of his will include the game consoles set up, piles on DVDs on the table for you to choose for the both of you to watch and your favourite ramen that he brought from the closest store - that he also still doesn’t know he ate accidentally ate - cooked and set on the table for you guys to munch on.

Once everything is prepared, he would slap Sukuna’s mouth if he is still talking and would make his way to your room.

Now, this can go two different ways:

1. You are too stubborn to give in and refuse to leave the room that he would beg you and lowkey will physically drag you out of your room.

2. You would sigh and agree to follow him to see if he realises what was the issue and see what was going on because there was a lot of ruckus in his room from what you heard.

Once you see his room, you are generously surprised at what he had prepared since you didn’t think he would put this much effort to apologise to you - you generally just wanted a verbal ‘sorry’ but this was too cute to not forgive him.

Once both of you settle down and get into what YOU had chosen to do, he would apologize in a nervous tone since he STILL doesn’t know why you were mad at him.

“Yeah babe, I’m really sorry for what I did, well...I still don’t know what I did but I kinda notice you were mad at me and I didn’t know what to think since I thought I forgot a date that he planned or-”

This boy will ramble and ramble until you stop him by kissing him since you didn’t realise that he was overthinking it.

“Baby, don’t overthink it, I was mad because you ate the last ramen packet that I was saving but this whole thing really was a lot then what I expected, but thank you so much for preparing this whole thing! I love you!”

“Am I forgiven then?” - this boy I-

“Yes yes yes you are, I forgive you Yuji”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: 

Fushiguro Megumi. Now how do I say this? This pretty boy will be between not realising that you are mad and realising instantly that he had angered you.

When he doesn’t realise that you are mad at him, he would notice the small behaviour changes that you express from a slight frown on your face or now you would give him short answers.

Short answers being: “yeah”, “alright”, “okay”, “nah” ect, with the longest answers being “that’s fine/cool” or “I’m not feeling it”

But! That was only towards him, with the other guys you would give more detailed answers to them, making him surprised since he probably asked the same thing.

Once he realised that you were annoyed, (like Itadori) he would try to wonder what he had done wrong and (unlike Itadori) he would most likely figure out what he had done wrong this time.

The reason why you were mad at him? You were angry at the pretty boy because he was hiding his feelings again.

Even though you knew that Fushiguro wasn’t one to express his emotions freely like the others, you both promised each other that you would go to each other when either one of you was having issues or problems that were bothering you.

And since you knew that Fushiguro held in his emotions, you allowed him time to come to you when he needed - but this time, you knew there was something that was bothering him extremely to the point where he was getting distracted during missions

Distracted to the point where he was nearly hit if you didn’t come to protect him and allow him to snap out of his daze.

Now that the reason was identified, Fushiguro would quickly try to figure out how to now apologise to you. 

Since Fushiguro is a good listener, he would most likely buy a small bouquet of your favourite flowers since he remembered you mentioning that random fact from a conversation that you both had around when you and Fushiguro first met, trying to get to know each other.

He doesn’t apologise in front of anyone because this little issue was about you and him and not everyone else.

So when he found you somewhere in the hallways, he would lightly place a hand on your shoulder before shoving the flowers in front of your face - since he didn’t want you to see his flushed face.

Of course, you are really surprised since who wouldn’t be when a bunch of your favourite flowers just randomly appear in your face.

Once you take the flowers from his grasp, he would probably have a hand scratching the back of his neck - why was he nervous now when seconds before he was just fine?

“I’m really sorry…….for not telling you what was going on, I just didn’t want to bother you with my issue and all that,” - this would be said in a low mumble that you nearly couldn’t catch what he said.

“Mimi, telling me what is bothering you isn’t a bother, I want you to be okay, just please when you’re comfortable to come to talk to me, if you need a shoulder to lean on, I’m right here,”

There are times when Fushiguro forgets that you don’t mind him ranting off when he needs to and that you are a shoulder that he can lean on - he just used to keeping everything in until he met you.

“Also, you remember my favourite flowers, thank you so much, Mimi, you are forgiven, I love you,”

Just seeing you smile at him again after so long is enough for him to smile as well, knowing that you have forgiven him.

GOJO SATORU:

Mr Gojo ‘steal your girl’ Satoru. 

Now this man will make you mad on a daily but not to the point where you are now.

And Gojo will notice INSTANTLY that you are mad at him because he is so used to making you mad due to his constant teasing.

But this time you weren’t mad at him because he took his teasing over the line. No, no, no, you were mad at him because he was late for your date.

Even though Gojo is known to be very handsome and the ‘perfect’ person to everyone on the outside of the shaman world, his lateness was one of his worst traits about him.

Sometimes you ask yourself if he does this on purpose - but in the back of your mind, you know that he attracts many curses and that he had to fight them - but this time, you knew that he was late because he was just late.

So while you’re waiting for him with a slight scowl on your face, you would constantly check your phone to see if he texts you or just to check the time.

Of course, he would send the usual ‘I’m going to be late’ with a cute emoji at the end - like that was going to make your anger lessen at all.

But when he does text you that he had arrived at the date location, you were ready to explode at him for making you wait - for like how many dates now?

However, once he arrives with his fashionably late safe, he would come prepares - Haha try to get mad at him now~

In his hands, there would probably be a white bag containing the souvenir that he had been wanting to give you after his mission but didn’t have the time to, or a white box containing your favourite cake from your favourite cake shop/cafe/bakery.

Damn it, this guy knows that food always solves every issue~

“Sorry for being late to our date honey~ I wanted to get you your favourite cake that I forgot that there was going to be a long line at this time, hope you can forgive me~”

THEN THIS MAN WILL TILT HIS SUNGLASSES GLASSES TO LET YOU SEE HIS CRYSTAL BLUE EYES - LIKE WHY????

Damn it, now you can’t stay angry at this man.

The fact that he dressed up so nice, got you your favourite cake and let you see his beautiful eyes made you realise that you can no longer be mad at him.

Like the boy put in the effort today…

Taking the cake from his hands, you would probably blush and say “thank you...but I’m still mad at you”

If you say this, be prepared for this man to cup your cheeks and continuously kiss you, trying to affectionately make you forgive him. 

Okay okay okay, now he’s just trying to be very very cute.

“Am I forgiven now honey~ I’m sorry that I made you wait, please don’t be mad at me”

“Okay, okay! I forgive you!”

Expect that cheeky smile that he would give you after you forgive him - I mean like, you have to now.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

Apologise? Would he? Does he even know what ‘sorry’ means? Do you think he would?

If he really cares about you, he would probably push away his pride and there would be a 50/50 chance that he would apologise, so don’t expect it much.

But if you were really mad at him and ignore him for most of the day, he would probably get very very annoyed.

Why weren’t you paying him any attention? Why weren’t you looking at him? Why weren’t you asking for him to shift with Yuji and let him have you all to himself? Why?

The reason? You were mad at him because he exorcised a curse that you knew you had the capability to do yourself.

Does he think you're weak? You were just angry at the thought of Sukuna thinking you were frail since you were an independent woman and he had no right to do your goddamn job.

Once he gets to his boiling point, he would demand Itadoru to switch with him and if his vessel would ignore him for your sake, he would continuously shout at the boy even when he is trying to sleep - poor Itadori……

Once it gets too much for the boy, Itadori would run to you and just randomly grab your shoulders to stop you from what you were doing and quickly explain what was going on.

“Okay, I’m going to switch with Sukuna and you are going to talk to him. He’s been annoying me ever since you stopped talking to him, please shut him up!”

Then before you would even get a single syllable out of your mouth, he would just switch quickly to let the both of you deal with your situation.

“Okay woman, talk to me! What have I done?”

You would probably just stare at with an annoyed look and tut at him before turning your head away like he doesn’t exist.

However, he doesn’t take this action of yours lightly and would probably grab your chin - gently since you are mad at him - and would just start leaving biting your neck.

“Sukuna! Stop it, the marks are going to show!”

“Not until you tell me what I have done wrong woman”

“Sukuna! OKAY! You think I’m weak and I hate the fact that you think I am, I can exorcise curses myself you know!”

Ha? You were mad at him for protecting you? Sukuna thought that it was ridiculous that you were mad at him for that reason - but will just go with the flow because even though you were just a powerful sorcerer to him, you being angry was a slight fear of his (Sukuna fears Oh my….)

“Idiot, I was protecting you”

“I can protect myself dickhead”

“Ha? I apologise, then, there done, do you forgive me?”

Sukuna….what type of apology was that?

If you say no, he would just continue to bite on your neck to make you forgive him since he really wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.

“Sukuna! Stop it!”

“Not until you forgive me little one,”

Ah, that nickname always gets to you, doesn’t it? - Girl, I don’t blame you….

“FINE FINE FINE! I forgive you, just stop biting my neck”

Looking up at you and looking you at dead in the eyes, he would literally say, “I don’t think so, I was actually having some fun marking your neck, let me continue little one”

I-.....go ahead…….

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

you gave Bucky something to deal with his nightmares that he wasn't expecting.

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Last week you acted a little weird with Bucky and he hadn't stopped thinking about it. Recently, and for some reason he unknown, his nightmares had been more constant. Every night, his brain made him remember the horrified eyes looking at his pale blue ones while losing the last ounce of life beneath his hands. He blamed himself for staying out of it. Reading the few messages you had shared, he rubbed his face with a hand, sprawling all over the sofa.

The Avengers Compound was suspiciously quiet, suspiciously empty when he wanted to realize. Bucky traveled his gaze around the large living room, landing it throughout the windows to the outside. The night came sooner than he expected, bowing down his head to the metal arm resting on his lap. Before he met you he never thought about how it'd be to not have it, but he did now. He did, scared of hurting you in the middle of his nightmares. No one could love you more than him, and he knew he was losing you because of that piece of iron. His fingertips trailed the cold material, lost in his thoughts until he listened to hurried steps disrupting the silence.

Bucky was sitting on the sofa with no expression on his face, in the dark. The place was barely illuminated by the post lights in the surroundings of the building, but you could spot your boyfriend easily. Your heart broke a little when you saw him there alone, doing nothing. The nightmares were screwing him to the point he didn't even want to talk. Not about it, not about anything. You noticed, the times you woke up while he was through one of them, that your touch used to calm him. It was enough to wrap your arms around him and toss a leg over his waist to stop stirring. That gave you an idea that made you be occupied all along the week.

“Hey”. Your sweet tone of voice caused his jaw to relax, holding his raised hand to join him.

“How's your day been?”

“Hm… productive”. You affirmed kissing his cheek. “Got something for you”.

The surprise was visible on Bucky, who simply nodded and stared at you not adding anything else. From the bag you were carrying, you grabbed a large glove tailored to the size of his metal arm with two electrodes at the height of the shoulder. Bucky was intrigued unopposed to you helping him to wear the thin fabric of his same skin color. You kneeled on the sofa to make it easier for you to cover the iron material. Adjusting the glove above the huge scar, you placed an electrode on his shoulder and the other close to his armpit.

“Raise your hand”. You asked him sitting on your heels and keeping a smile from ear-to-ear on your mouth.

He did it, curiously having a look of it, before landing his eyes back to yours.

“You'll feel a cramp, but it's normal. Don't freak out”.

In complete silence, Bucky nodded again. He didn't know what you were doing, but he trusted you with his life. You were the only one in this world who could touch his metal arm. Taking your phone from a pocket, you unlocked the device to log on to an app on the home screen with a red star as a logo. Your boyfriend bit his lips sitting up and maintaining his hand raised. You only needed to press a button on the middle of the screen to hear a grunt from him.

His fingers closed in a strong fist, rolling down his eyelids wincing, and breathing through his parted lips. But his grimace disappeared when you put your palm against his palm, lacing your fingers. His eyes snapped open in surprise and confusion. Bucky blinked fascinated and you swore you could hear his heart racing. He hardly swallowed using his other hand to gently grab your wrist and trace the lines traversing your palm with the artificial fingertips.

He was touching you. He was feeling you. Your boyfriend tried to babble all the questions he had at that moment, wanting to understand how it was possible.

“I wanted to… help you with the nightmares”. You made him aware why you barely spent time together the last few days. “I gave Bruce the idea and… he made it with me”.

Bucky knew too that he used to sleep better if you were on the other side of his bed, that you could shutter the demons inside his head. He didn't expect something like that, though. You were one of the smartest persons he had ever met, that was for sure, but he never thought something like that would be possible. It was funny because he had more than one hundred years.

“How it feels?”

“Weird”.

As he was giggling, the tears crystallized and reddened his blue eyes, using the hand around your wrist to clean the ones falling down his cheeks. Bucky toured your bare arm in slow motion, captivated by the warmth emanating from your skin that, until tonight, he only was able to feel it with his human hand. He soon reached a side of your neck, continuing to the back of it to push you onto his lap. Bucky cupped your jaw onto his palms, starting to spread short kisses all along your lips still almost in tears as you were chuckling because of the happiness installed in his heart now.

“I thou… I thought you were gonna… break up with me”. Your boyfriend confessed, forehead against forehead. “I have too much to deal with and…”

“And I'll always help you as much as you let me, James”.

Your words were sincere, talking from the deepest part of your soul. You caressed his bicep covered by the thin fabric provoking a slight shiver running down his backbone. Bucky sighed tenderly embracing you to his chest, hiding his face into the gap between your neck and your shoulder. He was sobbing. He was feeling stupid after thinking all that time that you wanted to leave him while, in fact, you were trying to not let Bucky put himself apart because of that fear of hurting you in his sleep.

“I love you”. He whimpered onto your skin, as he held you tighter.

Bucky was the luckiest man on earth. He did quite the opposite to deserve someone like you, even if it was against his will, but he was trying hard to show everyone around him that he wasn't the fearsome Winter Soldier anymore. You were the very first person to see the good in him, warming his frozen heart and making it beat again. You were everything Bucky needed.

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