#took a little break bc i burned myself out rip

[saturnsickle]

52.) Cassie Sandsmark (Currently at 62 comics read)

Send me a number between 1-100 and I'll draw whoever it corresponds to in my LOCG reading stats

(I got direct messaged for this one, so i didn't tag just incase!)

#cassie sandsmark #cassandra sandsmark #wondergirl #young just us #Young justice #dc comics #took a little break bc i burned myself out rip #my art #ngl surprised ive read this much w cassie in it

[danikamariewrites]

Azriel Beach Vacation headcanons

A/n: @princess-tulip-writes and I were talking about this and now this exists lol. I will now be thinking about this for the rest of my vacation

Warnings: some smut (18+ only)

You and Az would rent an ocean side cottage next in the Summer Court

It was a surprise vacation from Az, you both deserved some time off and you were surprised it was his idea

But he was willing to relax for you

When you winnow to the cottage he picks you up bridal style and carries you in

It’s the cutest little place (Az is good at picking vacation spots bc he’s very detail oriented and a perfectionist)

There’s a large parlor area that opens into the kitchen

There’s even a big balcony/deck area with chairs to lay out on with a view of your private beach

When you get there it’s late afternoon so you take time to unpack and go out to dinner in the little town nearby

He took you to a cute little seafood place and then for ice cream after

On your way back to the cottage you guys walk along the beach holding hands

Looking out at the water and the sun setting over it, it looked so inviting. You gave Azriel a smirk and started stripping

“Baby! What are you doing!” He’d laugh out as you raced down to the water naked.

You dove in and popped your head up giggling at him asking, “Are going to join me?”

Az rips his clothes off and swims out to you as fast as he can, pulling you into him. You wrap your legs around his waist and he picks you up, he unfurls his wings to shield you with them

As he sways you in the water you play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. You feel his hardened length causing you to smirk at him

You pull him to your lips, tongues battening for dominance. You stick your hand underwater and stroke him. He moans into the kiss as you tease your entrance with the head of his cock

Azriel grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away from him. He slides into you making you drop your head back and moan. He bottoms out and starts thrusting in and out of you

You reach your highs together, slumping in his arms as he cuddles you closer. A few minutes later Azriel winnows you to the outdoor shower at your cottage

You and Azriel take turns washing each other. There was a need beneath the loving touches. Azriel pulls your back flush to his chest

He runs his fingers over your nipples and squeezes your tits. You arch into him at the arousal that rushes through you. Az pivots so you place your hands on the wall

“So good for me baby.” He groans in your ear as he fucks into you from behind, reaching around to rub your clit

You spent your week mostly on the beach

You would take walks and you even convinced Az to build a sand castle with you

You know that TikTok trend where girls give their bfs a shovel at the beach and they just dig holes. I feel like Az (Cass and Rhys) would do that

(if they we’re together they would compete for who can dig the bigger hole)

Your bathing suits would all be blue and he definitely picked them out. He also picks tie bikinis for you

“They’re easier to take off baby” he’d tell you with a wink

He loves when you wear his shade of blue he’s obsessed with how you look in it

You like it too bc when he’s away it’s like he’s with you

Azriel is crazy about you putting on sunscreen

He doesn’t want you to burn because he knows that all burns, small or large, hurt and Az hates when your in pain

You love when he rubs it in on your back. He massages you a little too making sure your covered

Covers you with his wings and makes you sit under the umbrella to take a break from the sun. His shadows can tell when you’re too hot and when you need a break

“Gotta keep you cool baby. I wouldn’t forgive myself if you got a burn.” And he’d kiss your forehead making sure you had cold water

There was one day you guys took a break from the beach to chill out home

You decided to tan out on the deck naked. “I don’t want tan lines Azzie.” “Will rub my tanning oil in Az?”

He happily rubs the oil on you. You start out laying on your stomach. He pays special attention to your ass, rubbing and squeezing while kissing up your spine

Az sits with you outside reading on a lounge chair

When you turn to lay on your back you pretend not to notice him watching you

You prop yourself on your elbows teasing him like you’re going to spread your legs to give him a view of your soaking core

A low growl escapes Azriel’s throat as he lowers himself to his knees in front of you

You smirk as he grabs your legs pulling you to the edge of your chaise lounger pushing your thighs apart

He spreads your slick through your folds and licks a stripe up your cunt

You tug at his hair as his tongue fucks you. Your orgasm comes up fast. He can tell your close as your walls flutter around his tongue

Az starts sucking on your clit bringing you over the edge. He licks you through your orgasm

He rubs at your thighs as you sit up. You wrap your legs around his waist and he picks you to bring you inside

He says your going in for a break, “you looked like you were overheating.” “Oh, yeah”

When vacation is over your sad and you pout asking him to stay for one more day

He doesn’t like saying no to you but promises you’ll come back leaving a kiss on your temple

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar reader fic #acotar imagine #acotar headcanon #azriel fanfic #azriel headcanons #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel x you #azriel fic

[tokoyamisstuff]

Weapons Don't Weep Ch. 2 - Doctor Otto Octavius x Reader

!No Way Home Spoilers!

Summary: It's been several weeks since the incident, and your new roommate is getting too comfortable for your own taste.

Warnings: Slight Angst and Mentions of Mental Illness, Alcohol, Bed-Sharing, not proofread bc f*ck this app

Words: 2178

Masterlist

A/N: I said "Slow Burn" but it's from the POV of a very impatient writer lmaoo

"I can't remember allowing you to turn my place into your personal workshop."

The floor was dirtied with machine oil and scratched up through tools and heavy machinery. Looking around, you sighed internally at the thought of having to clean up this mess while just coming home from your nightshift.

Several piles of paperwork were laid out onto your desk, and even if you could decipher his handwritig, you would still not be able to understand their contents.

At the beginning - out of boredom but also gratitude of everything you had so selflessy done for him - the doc had repaired several broken things in your flat. The dishwasher, for example, and you liked to joke about them hopefully not becoming sentient as well.

But as time passed and his healing progressed, the man would disappear at the security of the night, where to you did not know...

...but he never came back empty-handed.

It took your weird new friend a while to acknowledge your presence right now, being too deeply sunken into his work.

Because even though you had already told him about clean energy existing in this universe, he was eager to prove his theory correct - it was the only thing left for him, after all.

"Hey, Doc..."

"Just Otto is perfectly fine." The man wouldn't waste a sole second of potential time, not even looking up from the work he had buried himself into. "Welcome home, my dear!"

The nickname you had already gotten used to made you relax a little - but your worry wouldn't falter. "Did you even sleep while I was gone? Ate, drank...any break at all?"

A look into the fridge answered your latter question. "Gosh, you're hopeless..."

Two of his claws would take the heavy grocery bags that still laid in the entrance, carrying them to you all of a sudden.

"I can do it myself, Otto" you dismissed instead of thanking him, but he just waved it off. "We did it unconsciously."

Even though this technology surely was amazing, and so was Octavius for being intelligent enough to command four excess limbs...

...but sometimes you wondered who is actually controlling whom in this constellation.

"Otto..." you chanted with the most alluring voice, as if to lure him out of his trance. The metal appendices eyed you warily as you approached him from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sit down for a minute. Let me see the wound."

Your touch made him snap out of it, turning around with a crooked smirk on his face. "Anything for you, my dearest."

Only now the man himself realized how exhaustion got the better of him, slacking down on the sofa with a deep sigh.

"You can't ignore your body like this, Otto" you scolded him as he took off his turtleneck, revealing his chest.

"Well, my body is a temple" the man snickered as he joked, patting his belly. "Ancient and probably haunted."

"Ugh, boomer-humor." The man rose an eyebrow at that word not belonging to his repertoire, but you wouldn't explain it to him.

You weren't up to his self-depricating humor, almost angrily ripping the plaster off his wound. "Not funny."

Neglecting your own needs is also a form of self-harm, and you were sure that he was doing it ok purpose...

...but because of what?

Otto had never really been very talkative when it came to his past until now, but you wanted to give it time.

It hasn't even been a whole month since you found him in that dark alleyway, and though the crumbles of detail he told you sounded like wild fiction, you wanted to believe him.

Robbing banks to finance your project was surely a crime, but nothing diabolical or worth cursing his own existence for.

It's sure he was hiding something from you.

"The wound has healed very well." He smiled at your words, pulling a strand of hair out of your face as you tried to concentrate on the new bandage. "All thanks to you."

Annoyed and admittedly a little bit flustered at the compliment, you avoided his eyes, noticing the cigars placed on the table. "Could you please not smoke in here? My landlord will kill me."

"As if that ruin of a house could get any filthier" he curved your demand, and you wondered if he was so unnerving on purpose.

"But I still can't afford to be thrown out of here anyway. You've never been a broke college student, haven't you?

"I was, but way before your time." You snorted at that comment as Otto scratched his chin in thought, adding "And I'm not exactly a person that wouldn't attract attention to the outside world."

Mustering up the courage to ask, your hand swiftly ran from the bandage to the inflexible belt around his waist, wondering how straining it would be to wear this heavy thing all the time. "Then why won't you just take this off?"

A little taken aback at your suggestion, together with that expecting look of yours, he started to become a little more frantic...

...yet around you, the short-tempered man was in fact very restrained.

It had been some time since his last outburst, and every time 'Doc Ock' broke through, you were quick to soothe that part of himself as well.

"The reason is as trivial as it is tragic: I can't. They're connected to my spinal cord." Regret was present in his tone, and you immediately had to think of that burned-looking chip in his neck.

You've seen it many times when you peeked over his shoulder as he worked on something - and whatever purpose it may serve, it appeared broken.

"I guess I could smoke with the window open, if that's a compromise you're okay with" he tried to change the topic, reassuringly petting your hair.

"Whatever..." you mumbled under your breath, jumping up to shut the blinds. "Let's just go to sleep. We both had a busy night and need some rest."

You gestured for him to stand up, knowing it was hard for the curteous man to steal your bed this whole time - but he was older and injured, and the 'tentacles' needed space as well.

However, guilt was washing over the man as he saw you cowering on the sofa, after having worked so hardly without an end.

He'd definetly return the favour once he'd be able to - that much he swore upon the little honor he had left!

It was already way past 5pm when you finally awoke from your almost comatose nap. After having accomondated to the constant sound of cracking and whirring metal, it was easy for you to ignore everything else.

You weren't surprised that the Doc would already be up way before you, but not what he was working on now:

Fine scents of something delicious graced your nostrils, drowning out the usual smell of motor oil, metal and cigars.

Old-fashioned music accented the scenery, together with some candles that had been collecting dust in your cupboard for years.

"Ah, the little sunshine has awoken to bless us with her bright warmth."

You covered your lips with one hand, not wanting to make the impression that you were mocking him - but seeing him that carefree for a change did conjure a smile to your face.

"What are you doing, Ot-" He wouldn't let you finish the sentence, a gloved index finger stroking your lips before he offered you his hand to help you up. "Shh. Today is all about you - to honor your generosity."

Unwilling to let go off of your hand, he led you across the small room and offered you a chair. A fine wine was already filling your glass, in opposite to the hard liquor he usually craved when he was alone with his - their - thoughts.

"I hope my cooking skills are not as rusted as I think" Octavius laughed wholeheartedly before raising the glass. "To my savior, and new friendships. Cheers!"

Several hours - and bottles of wine - later, you realized that it had been forever since you've had this much fun.

It sure was nice having some company - for the both of you. And your presence could work wonders, banishing the ghosts in his head, or at least driving them into a corner...

...but there was still the feeling that you could also make those demons stronger than ever.

"Your talent is wasted on your field, Y/N..." the man rested his arms on the desk, staring intensely at you. "How about you become my assistant?"

"I literally can't solve the easiest equations even with a calculator." You tipped backwards on the chair, almost falling over if not for a claw holding you in place. "And I have two left hands." Okay, that may be a little overdramatic - the stitches on his wound were done pretty well.

"Yeah, I figured" he chuckled darkly, his finger on the edge of his glass.

"But you're still gonna become the first person to witness the power of my invention" the man further uttered quite proud, "You'll be both amazed and astonished!"

"Typical." Twirling the wine before sipping it completely, you drank on the courage to approach him. "Only talking about work..."

You swayed towards the man, giving it your utmost to not appear as drunk as you were feeling on the inside. Supporting yourself on the edge of the table, you leaned forwards until your face met his.

"I rarely ever see your eyes..." you pondered out loud, the alcohol breaking down the wall between your mind and your mouth. "Why are you wearing sunglasses even on the inside?"

Truth be told, the voices in his head were already distracting enough - so the glasses protected him from sensory overload.

"Feisty little thing" he whispered as he grabbed both of your hands, yet unable to keep you from taking them off.

"May I?" Excitement at the sudden proximity got the better off him, leaping up from his seat and pulling you towards his chest, one hand gently placed on your waist.

There was no need for you to know how to dance, since Otto was doing both your parts effortlessly - even with all that excess weight on his back.

Your bright laughter was like a symphony in his ears as he swirled you around - and he was not the only one enjoying himself.

"More" the voices urged him, primitive AI reacting to his endorphines. He tried to silence them, instead dwelling in this moment he did desperately not want to ruin.

"More. More more more MORE!"

"Huh?" The music had stopped and so did he, clutching onto you while still holding you firmly. "Otto...everything alright?"

The man cut you off with a kiss, lips crushing over yours wild and needy - and much to his surprise, you were responsive to his touch, humming approvingly as your arms wrapped around him.

You smiled against his lips and a low groan escaped his throat. His hands took their time roamed every inch of your body until they ran under your shirt, savouring the soft skin underneath...

...but then, he pulled away.

Your breathing hitched as your lips parted, knees weak as one hand of his still lingered on your cheek. Otto's eyes were regretful, ashamed even.

"I'm sorry!" he gasped, not believing what he just did. "It was the heat of the moment, I suppose..."

"Please, say something. God, I'm so sorry Y/N..." he now whined and you would only smile dumbly at him, innocent even. "What for?"

"Cut it out!" The doctor's enraged yell send a shiver down your spine, yet it wasn't meant for you - but for the appendages, still trying to push you against him.

"Y/N, my dearest, you're drunk." He repeated over and over, as if to remind himself of that fact. "You're drunk, it's not right. I couldn't forgive myself if I took advantage of you like that."

So you were right - he really was a good person at heart.

"It's okay, Otto. Don't apologize."

Your head nestled against his chest before looking up to the tall man again, your affectionate smile unfaltering. In a mere second, he'd swoop you off the floor, tenderly placing you onto the bed...

...but you grabbed his sleeve as he was about to leave, a pleading look in your eyes. "Stay."

"Please..." you continued at his lack of response, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. "Just to sleep. Nothing else. Okay?"

Octavius bit his lip until it drew blood, afraid of the temptation - but his mind was too weak to deny you any request.

So he'd lay down a safe distance away, one of his claws properly covering you with a blanket. It didn't take long until your utterly wasted self drifted into sweet dreams, with Otto taking watch over you like a guard dog.

The scientist may not believe in the existence of a god, but you came closest to what he imagined an angel to be like.

Endearing, he thought: How soundly you could rest besides an abomination that should've lie on the bottom of the ocean, together with his creation.

And that was the very reason why he would give it his utmost to become the person you see in him.

"We will take good care of you. That's a promise."

#marvel #no way home #otto octavius x reader #doc ock #doc ock / reader #otto octavius / reader #otto octavius #doctor otto octavius #otto octavius x you #self insert #fanfiction

[spencerreidscoffeecup]

Cigars Before Sex (dom!spencer)

AN: PLEASE READ THIS NOTE! I made up the facts on cigars and stuff like that (like when spencer rambles to reader how she shouldn't be smoking cigars at her age bc of frontal lobe development). They aren't real lmao i just didn't wanna do cigarettes for this story so i decided on cigars and i wanted spencer to ramble to reader about how she shouldn't smoke cigars.

ALSO! I will be doing a lot more sub! Spencer x reader ones! I have a ton of them written down, I just need to write them (obviously lmao). For now, I get lots of Dm's asking to do a Dom! Spencer x reader, so I'm doing this one, then a sub! One. love you all! <33 (i may have a sub! Spencer story coming this weekend(maybe) Im not sure, my exams are coming up soon for school, so i may be a little behind in this book, but im trying my best!)

CW: smoking (but cigars lol not cigarettes), Daddy k!nk, choking k!nk, thigh riding (kind of) edging (sort of), heavy petting, teasing, oral sex (male- receiving), Dom-Sub relationship, sub-drop, pretty big age gap (reader is 20-21, spencer is like 38 ish) [--if you are uncomfortable with that sort of age-gap, please leave or proceed to the next chapter (although it is not mentioned necessarily, that is just how I envision spencer and y/n.) :) ], degradation k!nk, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, praise k!nk, overstimulation, sub-drop (with after care!!), cockwarming

Y/n's POV:

Spencer Reid was a busy man.

When Spencer wasn't working at the BAU, he was teaching college students at the university.

When Spencer wasn't teaching college students at the university, he was at home, in our apartment, grading papers.

I loved how successful he was, but it made me sad that we couldn't spend a lot of time together; the only time alone we got was on the weekends if Spence didn't have a case.

That being said, my needs weren't always fulfilled, and I know for damn sure Spencer's weren't either as he would eat, work, work, work some more, spend time with me, and then sleep; his arms encased around me as he cuddled with me in our bed every night (over course when he didn't have cases).

As much as I loved the weekends when we would spend all of our time together, I needed him.

Like, now.

But at the moment, it was a Thursday night, and Spence was sitting at his desk in our apartment grading papers, a cigar sticking out of his mouth as he rifled through his students' essays, his pen whizzing around each paper; correcting any mistakes that they may have made.

God, he looked so good.

I tried my best to refrain from staring at him as I sat on the couch in front of his desk, reading a book. I tried focusing on my reading- really, I tried..but it was inevitable that I wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything when I saw smoke flow smoothly out of Spencer's mouth.

Heat shot to my core, and I bit my lip softly, trying my best to be good for Spencer; I knew he didn't like to get distracted.. But maybe this particular distraction I was whipping up in my mind would be allowed by him.

So, I carefully put my book down, crossing over the room to where Spencer sat. He didn't seem to notice me-or he just tried his best to stay focused- as he not once looked up from his paperwork.

Not until I plopped myself right on his lap.

"Hi," I greeted, smiling softly as I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Hello, angel." he said, looking up from his papers to meet my eyes with his; taking the cigar out of his mouth, kissing my nose then tapping excess ash from his cigar onto the ashtray next to him, then placing the smoking cylinder back into his mouth.

He didn't say anything more, going back to work and holding my hip with his other hand.

But that wasn't enough for me. I wanted more of him.

I needed more of him.

Thankfully, I had another plan.

Slowly, I used two fingers to take the cigar out of his mouth, placing the end of it on my lips as I inhaled; the smokey taste filling my mouth.. Spencer, in the meantime, had turned his head around to look at me.

I tilted my head back, then blew out slowly, trying to be as seductive as possible.

Spencer bit his lip softly, watching the smoke flow out from my mouth and into the air as I continued to make eye-contact with him.

Snapping out of his trance, he smirked; his tongue poking the side of his mouth. He took the cigar from my lips very carefully, then tapped some of the ashes off of it on the ash-tray once more.

"You know, you really shouldn't be smoking cigars at your age.. Even though you aren't necessarily inhaling it into your lungs, you're still absorbing it into your bloodstream through the undersides of your tongue. The tobacco can run up through your bloodstream to your brain. And when you're twenty, your frontal lobe isn't completely developed yet. Your brain is fully developed at age twenty five. So, any outside disturbances like smoking cigarettes, cigars, drinking lots of alcohol, can actually mess with your brain patterns and or developments." he rambles mindlessly, and I giggle softly.

"Oh come on, Dr. Reid. It's only a few smokes." I say, combing through his hair with my fingers.

"Mhm, that's what everyone your age says when they want to try something they shouldn't." he mumbles, and I roll my eyes.

"Everyone my age talks to you about smoking cigars?" I question, and he blows smoke out of his mouth once more, creating little ringlets in the air.

"No, but everyone your age talks about wanting to partake in drug and alcohol activity.. Although cigars aren't necessarily 'drugs' they still have tobacco in them." he replies, laughing softly.

"Whatever." I say, and Spencer starts to caress my back as he blows a few more puffs of smoke out of his mouth.. Then goes back to his work.

Ugh, he's so hard to distract!

Fortunately, another plan comes to my mind.

I switch my position on his lap; sitting more-so on his crotch than necessary, and I hear his breath hitch in his throat. I grab the wrist that's hand holds the cigar, and lead it up to my mouth so I can once more wrap my lips around the foot of it.

I feel his eyes burning holes in the side of my head, and I swear, I heard him groan a bit under his breath. I blow the smoke out slower this time, and then turn to look at him.. His eyes fixated on my lips, then bouncing from my eyes, to my lips, then to my body.

He looks at me in awe.

"You better not be teasing me, little girl." he says, breaking his trance and pushing a fallen hair of mine behind my ear.

"I'm not." I say innocently, putting my hands on the sides of his thighs so I can hoist myself higher up on his lap.

I can feel him already hard against my ass, and I slowly move on it; grinding myself on him.

He bites his lip down hard; trying his best not to make a sound so I think that I'm not winning.. But I know I am.

I know that I got him where I wanted him.

"Y/n," he warns, putting the cigar out on the ashtray and then holding my hips down. "If you continue this, you will be punished..do you understand me?" he asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

"Please, Daddy, please," I beg. "I need you so bad."

"No. Be a good girl for me, and wait until I'm done." he says simply.

I groan in response, tilting my head back slightly.

I'm pulled out of my trance when Spencer's phone rings on his desk.

"Shit, it's Hotch." he says under his breath, looking at the flashing title on his phone.

"I'm gonna take this, and I want you to be quiet." he says to me before answering the call.

"Hey, Hotch." he says into his phone.

Mentally, I'm groaning, but I have another idea to set him off.

Slowly, I slink down the chair, underneath his desk. Spencer looks at me confusedly as I kneel in front of him.

'He won't be confused for long.' I think to myself.

I take my hand and begin massaging his clothed already-hard dick.

"Y-Yeah, uh, o-okay." he stutters, trying to stop my hand with his, but alas, gives up as I unbutton his pants, sliding his underwear down with them.

I bite my lip, smirking a bit as I begin massaging his dick with my hand, swiping a thumb over the tip that's already wet with pre-cum.

"Fuck." he whimpers softly, his hand balling into a fist on the armrest of his chair. "N-no, sorry that w-wasn't meant for you I-I just, uhm, I j-just stubbed my-my toe." Spencer lies to Hotch and I giggle softly.

I waste no time putting his dick in my mouth; wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock; the same way I did with the cigar earlier.

I take the base of him with my left hand and begin pumping as I bob my head up and down on him slowly; Spencer whimpering softly as a result.

"O-Okay, yeah.. T-that sounds great!" he squeaks, his hand flying to the back of my head, and I take that as a que to go faster. I lightly gag around him, and tears prick the corners of my eyes as Spencer bucks his hips slightly.

I groan around him, and Spencer grabs my hair in a tight grip, trying his best to keep himself from hurting me by bucking his hips more.

"A-alright, t-thanks Hotch!" Spencer says before hanging up his phone and taking a quick deep breath.

He puts his phone down and pulls my head up by my hair.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Do you want to get me fired, little girl?" he seethes.

"N-no Daddy, I just miss you and I wanted to do something for you!" I squeak, and I see Spencer's eyes soften a bit. "I'm sorry." I pout sadly.

"That's okay, pretty girl. Now... finish the job." he says, caressing the side of my face gently with his thumb.

I smile softly, and Spencer's dominant side is broken by a gentle smile crossing over his features.

Quickly, I get back down on my knees and take him in my mouth again.

"That's right little girl.." he groans, petting my head as he tilts his back a bit. "Take it like I know you can- fuck."

I take him deeper into my mouth, and soon, Spencer's breaths become faster and more jagged, a moan ripping from the back of his throat. The sound is so delicious, I begin rocking back and forth; my thighs clenched together as my core begs for more friction. I moan around his dick and the vibrations cause Spencer to come undone. I swallow his seed.

"Good girl." he breathes, looking down at me as I let go of his dick from my mouth with a small 'pop!'

"Now, come sit on my lap while I finish up my paperwork." he says, helping me up and kissing my lips.

Confusedly, I sit on his lap.

"No, no," he chuckles, grabbing my inner thigh then pushes my panties down. "Sit on my lap."

I quickly catch on, biting my lip softly as I giggle; heat creeping up to my cheeks. I pull my panties down, throwing them on the floor.

I mentally thank myself for wearing a skirt as Spencer places his hands on my waist as I sink down slowly onto him; crying out at the feeling of him stretching me out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he whispers, and I try to move but he stops me with his hand. "Nuh-uh, you have to wait until I finish my work."

"Please, Spencer." I say breathlessly, my pussy throbbing around him.

"No. This is your punishment, angel. Now, be a good girl and sit still." he says, reaching forward to scribbling things out on his papers.

After a moment, he begins caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples. He bucks his hips up, and I cry out, my walls fluttering around him, begging for more of him.

I begin moving but he stops me again.

"Stay. Still." he orders, laying a small kiss on my shoulder blade.

"Please Daddy! I-I promise I'll be good for you." I gasp, clenching around him and he groans.

"No." He says shortly, and I squirm around his dick. "Stop moving, Y/n. This process will only take longer -shit!- it'll only take longer if you don't cooperate." he says, cursing at the feeling of my walls clenching around him again.

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girl." I say, wanting his praise.

"Good."

Spencer continues working away, scribbling notes on his student's paper. He bucks his hips up to meet mine once in a while, but otherwise stays still. After a few more minutes, he brings his hand around my body and begins drawing circles on my clit.

I groan, my nails digging into the armrest of the chair.

"Please, move! Please Daddy I need you." I cry, fondling with my hardened nipple.

"If you've got a problem, don't even bother telling me, because I don't really fucking care." as he spoke, he thrusted up into me, his hand gripping my waist with a possessive power.

I turn a bit to see lush flash through his eyes at the sight of me massaging my breasts; his pupils dilated.

"Please. Ugh! Please I need you!" I whimper.

After a minute, he responds back.

"Fine."

I gasp at the feeling of him briefly pulling out of me to flip me over on his desk, my back to his front. "Since you have to be such a little fucking slut and I can't get my things done.. I'll just finish with you first." he growls, entering me, and I choke on a sob as he thrusts himself into me without giving me more time to adjust to his size.

"Fuck, you're so wet little girl.. So wet for me." he says, thrusting inside of me faster. After a few more thrusts he stops, pulling himself out of me once more. I whine at the loss of contact.

"Don't whine, I just wanna see your pretty little face as I fuck you." he growls, kissing my lips hungrily before thrusting himself into me harder now; a book falling off of his desk.

"Fuck!" I sob, and he begins pounding into me relentlessly.

"Language." He shoves his finger into my mouth, and I try my best not to gag on them.

I whine around his fingers, and he moans at the feeling; pulling them out of my mouth, a string of spit dribbling on my chin. He puts his fingers that are covered in my spit on my clit, rubbing circles on it and my back arches off of the table as he puts his hand behind me, keeping me from hurting myself on the corner of his desk.

"Please!" I beg, and although I'm not entirely sure what I'm begging for, he thrusts harder and faster into me, shaking the lamp on the table.

"What's wrong little girl? Got no more fight in you, huh? What're you gonna do..Cry?" he mocks, bringing his hand up from my clit to the back of my head; grasping my hair tightly.

"Daddy, you feel s-so good!" I sob, tears pricking my eyes.

"You like that, don't you? You like teasing me; almost having my boss -fuck- almost having my boss find out you were sucking my dick under my desk?" he teases, taking his hand off the back of my head then caressing my sides gently; the juxtaposition of it all intoxicatingly funny if I weren't in the situation that I was in at the moment.

"Sp-Spe.." I try to talk, but everything is so amazingly overwhelming it's too difficult.

"Awe, can't even say my fucking name? Doesn't matter anyway, you know who you belong to." he huffs, his dick now pounding into my sweet spot, and I cry; my orgasm coming sooner than I anticipated.

As if Spencer could read minds, he bends down a bit to whisper in my ear as he thrusts into me at an unholy pace. "Don't even think about coming before I do, princess.. I get to go first."

I clutch onto the table behind me, my nails dragging on the wood as I try to keep my body upright.

Spencer pushes his books off of the desk and lies my body down on the cold wood, throwing my legs over his shoulder as he pounds even deeper inside of me.

"Please don't stop." I squeak, and clench around him.

"Wasn't planning on it, princess." he growls again, kissing me ravenously on the mouth; our tongues fighting for dominance.

"Fuck me harder, please!" I beg, rocking my hips to meet his.

"God, you're such a little slut, you know that? You fucking like this." he responds, driving into me as the table rocks. "Oh my- fuck- I love you so fucking much." he groans.

Butterflies erupt in my belly, flying up to my chest; making my heart flutter.

"I love you so much, Spence." I cry, spit dribbling down my chin.

His eyes soften at my words, until he remembers his dominance and lust flashes through them.

"Fuck." he growls through clenched teeth, and I feel him cum deep inside of me, although he keeps thrusting even deeper. "Go ahead little girl, come for me." He says, bringing his hand from my waist back to my clit and begins rubbing it with his thumb.

"Spencer!" I gasp, and my orgasm hits me like a bus, my walls fluttering around him as I come. He thrusts deeper inside of me, and my back arches as I squirm underneath him, the feeling of euphoria so strong, I become light-headed.

After a moment, we both come down from our highs, and Spencer pulls out of me gently.

We catch our breaths, and Spencer kisses all over my body as I wiggle, giggling at his hair tickling my skin.

"How are you?" He asks, brushing hair out of my face.

"A little slut." I tease.

I meant it as a joke, [of course], but I see guilt flash in Spencer's eyes.

Quickly, I cup his cheeks with my hands. "I loved it, Spence.. Like I normally do. And I love you." I say, squishing his cheeks a bit as he smiles down at me.

"Do you wanna have a bath?" Spencer asks, and I squeal with excitement.

"Yes, please!"

I grab his hand, and we walk to the bathroom. Spencer turns on the water as I go pee, and takes off his tie. He unbuttons his shirt, getting completely naked.

He takes off my sheer pink tank top for me, and kisses my neck and chest.

I smile softly, emotions coursing through my veins.

I cling onto Spencer, not letting go once as we step in the bathtub; my back against his front as he wraps his arms around me once we sit down.

"I love you." I whimper, tears pricking my eyes.

"Hey, look at me." he whispers, and I turn to him, my eyes no doubt red from tears.

"I-I'm sorry I don't know why I'm crying, I just love you so much." I babble, my bottom lip puffing out a bit.

"Baby, it's okay.. It's just sub-drop." he says, brushing away the fallen tears. He puts his forehead on mine, kissing my nose gently. "And I love you so much."

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he caresses my back gently.

We whisper little I love you's to each other, and he brushes some hair away from my neck to kiss the soft skin.

I pull away, seeing Spencer's face flash with love but guilt.

"Y/n, if I hurt you.. You'd tell me, right?" he asks nervously.

"Spencer, you didn't hurt me. I loved everything about what we did." I say reassuringly, brushing some of his unruly curls out of his face; some of his hair sticking to his damp forehead.

"I know, but you'd tell me.. Right?" he asks again, his golden eyes looking into mine.

"Yes, of course I'd tell you.. But you have never hurt me, nor will you ever." I say, kissing his lips then his forehead.

"Okay, good."

There's a comfortable silence that stretches over us for a moment until he breaks it.

"Also, Y/n, I-I'm sorry for being so busy. This upcoming week is my last week at the university so I'll be able to spend more time with you. I know we barely have time to spend with each other but-.." I cut him off.. I know Spencer rambles when he gets nervous, and as much as I love his rambles, I need to shut him up this once.

"Spence, I'm so proud of you.  And although I wish we could spend more time together than just weekends and small breaks.. I'm happy that you have other things besides me that make you happy."

"I rather be with you everyday than work... or anyone else for that matter." he says, swallowing thickly, but smiles at me through somewhat sad-eyes.

My eyes soften, and I kiss him softly on the lips.  "I know. But I'm always here.. And I'm sort of glad that this week is your last week teaching.. is that bad?" I ask, giggling lightly.

"No, I'm glad too.. I get to spend more time with you." he replies, blushing a bit, and I kiss his nose and forehead once more.

Spencer and I smile at each other.

The rest of the bath is filled with Spencer washing me off, kisses, and cuddles.

"I love you." he whispers, tenderly caressing the sides of my body, kissing the top of each of my breasts.

"I love you." I say back, bringing his head up with my hands to kiss his lips.

I love him.

More than anything.

#spencerreid #criminalminds #spencerreidxreader #fanfic

[scarecrow-supremacy]

A/N: Oookieee, so I decided to start writing a new fic bc I have great ideas for a story line. Yet I can’t bring myself I writing an actual beginning. Like I’ve already written some random chapters, but I can’t do anything with them because they don’t really make much sense without the context of the rest of the fic/my ideas. Like this chapters is where the romance/actual x reader gets into actual action. Hopefully you get the gist of what the plot is, and aren’t confused as hell from this part. Sorry if it’s a bit long, it’s around 4.8k-ish words. Enjoy 💜

Hatake Kakashi wasn't one to celebrate his birthday.

He simply thought that they were foolish excuses to let loose and party. To Kakashi, birthdays were no reason to be happy and celebrate. They were just reminders of how long he had endured the pain of living. Each year marked another without the people he once held close in his heart. His father, his sensei, his teammates, and (y/n)...

The day that (y/n) gone on that horrible mission was his special day. The mission he was supposed to go on, but (y/n) filled in for because she wanted him to go celebrate with Gai and the others. So much for having the day of joy...Kakashi thought to himself mournfully.

With a great sigh, he grabbed the last of his belonging, shoving them in his mission pack. He'd promised to take his students out of a group mission for the day, but it had been mostly for selfish reasons. Kakashi had hoped that this would take his mind off of the weight in his soul, yet knowing that his efforts would be futile. The loss would never leave him, it would always follow him like a darned shadow. It would forever haunt him. There was not letting go of the horrors of his past.

Slowly, Kakashi strolled to the gates of Konoha to meet his kids, shoving his hands in his pockets as he mumbled a little tune under his breath. The dark cloudy sky and drizzling rain seemed to mirror how he felt inside.

Drip, drop. Drop, drop. Drop, drop.

Each raindrop fell upon the dirt paths of the town, dampening Kakashi's Jonin uniform. If only he'd gone on that mission, if only he hadn't let (y/n) take his place. If only so many things that happened hadn't. If only he felt whole again. He could feel the heavyweight of guilt on his shoulders, spreading pain throughout his body. Sure, Team 7 filled the void, but they could only do so much. If there is one thing I wish for, it is that these kids will grow up to be happy.

A soft smile played upon Kakashi's face as he approached the three teens. "KAKASHI-SENSEI!" His hyperactive blonde student, Uzumaki Naruto, yelled at him, "YOU'RE LATE-TTEBAYO!" He raised his fist in anger. Sakura glared at both Kakashi and Naruto, slapping the boy's back to calm him down. Off to the side stood Sasuke, his hands in his pockets as he briefly kicked the dirt and pebbles around him to form his clan's symbol. "Usuratonkachi," he grumbled at the group. To be honest, Kakashi did feel a little guilty about keeping the kids waiting for him. They were being held back just because he was wallowing in self-pity. And Kakashi felt ashamed of that; ordering his mind to push his thoughts further to the back of his mind.

Kotetsu and Izumo, guards of the gates, turned to the team and smiled in greeting. "The gate opening mechanism is broken, so we have to manually open the gates," they explained. "Heading out yet again, eh?" Kotetsu chuckled. "I thought you lot just came back from a mission. Ya leaving so soon?" Izumo asked. Naruto pumped his hand into the air, "Yeah! Dattebayo! It's only a C rank, but it'll be fun-ttebayo!"

He's a lot like you, eh Obito, Kakashi's mind wandered as he looked up at the clouded sky, a drop of rain fell upon his nose and slid down his mask. If only you, Minato-sensei, and Rin were here to see us in action. You would be proud.

But what about (y/n)? Part of Kakashi was surprised that he didn't think of her immediately. Did he still believe that she could've been alive? After the Hokage had told him that he'd lost contact with (y/n), Kakashi didn't know what to think. It had been 3,650 days since she left. 3,589 since she was supposed to come back. And 3,529 days since they fully lost contact. What were the chances she'd come back, alive or injured? Kakashi wanted to believe that she was still alive. Was that realistic?

"She's gone, Kakashi! You need to understand that!" He flashed back to when Asuma, Gai, and Kurenai had tried to slap some sense into him. Well actually, Kurenai had slapped him. "Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura gently tugged his sleeve, straining her arm up so her red umbrella would also cover his head. "Are you okay? You've been spacing out a lot lately." She whispered as she looked up at him.

"I'm fine, Rin," Kakashi weakly smiled, "It's nothing that you should worry about." Sakura flashed him a questioning look, "Rin?" Sucking the air, Kakashi's whole body tensed up, "Sorry." He looked away, turning his attention to the bickering Sasuke and Naruto. "Just a little mix-up, Sakura." He put on a fake smile, breaking up the boy's fight. "Let's go, shall we?"

"Alright! Shanaroo!"

"Dattebayo!"

Kotetsu and Izumo went to open the gates but stopped to exchange worrisome glances. "Someone just knocked from the other side of the gates. Which is weird because our list says that we shouldn't be expecting anybody." Izumo knit his eyebrows together. Kotetsu, who had been looking through a glass which allowed him to see the incomer, hastily urging Izumo to help him. "ANBU!" He had barked at his partner, "Bleeding! Dying, wounds, whatever! They need medical attention!" That had caught Kakashi's attention, he got ready to act as the guards opened up the gates, heaving on the rusted hinges. Yet he was not mentally prepared for what awaited on the other side of the grand doors.

There she stood. Uniform torn, stained and ripped up. The wakizashi sword that was strapped to her hip was blunt and scratched, the sheath dented. Skin scratched and bruised, wounds dripping with blood and gore. A long x shaped cut on the inner side of her left thigh. Gasping and choking for air, she started to wobble, blood dribbling down her limbs and stomach. The rain continued to fall, now hard and heavy; burning and searing the wounds of the lady. Yet she still managed to keep her face from wavering In an instant, Kakashi recognized who the woman was based on her cracked porcelain ANBU mask. (y/n).... "Sakura! Go alert the hospital. And you two boys, clear the way for Sakura so she can get there. Quickly!" Kakashi ordered them as he took the heavily wounded woman in his arms. Anger and fear coursed through Kakashi's veins as his heart thumped erratically. He could feel (y/n)'s body twitch in pain. "Izumo, go let Hokage-sama know that Ibara-hime has returned." Kakashi let out one last demand before zipping off to follow his kids.

"Kakashi..." (y/n) mumbled out his name, "Kakashi..." she shakily rose her hands up to gently cup his masked cheeks. "What is it?" He whispered, gently rubbing her skin through a torn patch of her ripped uniform. "Happy birthday, Hatake..." She softly breathed, her tight grip of Kakashi's chest loosened as her eyes dropped closed. Please don't die, (y/n)... I've waited all the fucking years. You aren't leaving me again. A tear formed in Kakashi's eye, flying off with the rain as he bolted towards the hospital. Stay with me a bit longer, will you?

"My sensei will be here any second with an ANBU woman in need of immediate medical attention!" Kakashi heard Sakura's voice quiver as he barged into the hospital. "I'm here, kids. Go to Gai-sensei and stay with him until I'm back." He quickly barked, flashing all of the nurses who flowed into the room a nervous look. "Please, help her. I'm begging you." He pleaded with the staff uncharacteristically. I need her to live. Need. "We do what we can, sir." One of the medic-nin nodded, putting (y/n)'s unconscious body onto the stretcher. If (y/n) lives, that would be the best birthday gift ever.

Kakashi jogged after the nurses and doctors, peering into the emergency clinic room through the window. "I'm sorry, Sir, but you won't be able to visit the lady until all the major injuries have been cleaned up and treated." A male nurse out his hand in his shoulder from behind. "But..! Okay..." Kakashi let out a sigh, "Isn't there any paperwork that needs to be filled out?"

The nurse shook his head, "The Hokage has come and is speaking to one of my colleagues about it. Don't worry about it. You won't have to take care of any of that." He tried to reassure the angsty shinobi, "The woman is part of the ANBU ranks, right? Her mask is of the uniform." Kakashi nodded his head, biting his lip inside of his mask, "Yeah...she is... but it's kinda complicated." The nurse raised his eyebrow but just shrugged. "Can I speak with the Hokage?" The Hatake requested. "Come this way," the other man sighed, leading him away.

Kakashi let out a deep and long sigh as he held (y/n)'s scraped hand in his gloved ones. He had been told by the same nurse from before that (y/n) was in a decent state to accept visitors, yet was still unconscious. He could tell that the nurse was hiding something from him, but he was too worried about (y/n) to give it a second thought. Hesitantly, he brought her hand to his masked lips, gently pressing them against the fabric. "Ya know, (y/n). After you left, I decided to give those goddamn books a try. And you're right, they are addictive. Thanks for the gift," Kakashi sadly chuckled before pausing for a moment.

"Those books, they helped me a lot. They helped me get through my days, just like you told me."

"They also helped me realize something. They helped me realize that I don't hate you. I don't want to hate, and I never should've."

"I've realized that I was such a dick to you at the beginning and that it was all my fault that our relationship became how it was. I regret it... So when you wake up again, I just want to start over again. Maybe not entirely, but just so that we can leave all the hate behind us. How does that sound?"

Kakashi stared at the sleeping (y/n), her chest heaving up and how slowly and rhythmically. It hurt him to see her like that, her skin swollen in the places of the stitches and anointed bruises. "Listen, (y/n). I'd never been able to tell this to you while you're conscious, so I might as well let it out now. I...I love you." Kakashi rightly shut his uncovered eye. "After feeling your loss, my dumbass self finally realized how much you are worth. After they pass on, you and the others were all I had left. But then you also left me, that hurt like hell." His tone started to break.

"Lord Hokage told me about the whole fake-death move, and I was relieved that you weren't gone for good. And then we lost contact, everybody assumed the mission had been finished, and your squad sacrificed your lives for it. I couldn't let the fact that you could be a dead sink in. It didn't feel right. Gai, Asuma, and Kurenai tried to get me out of another depression cycle. Kurenai even went to the lengths of quite literally slapping some sense into me." Kakashi played with a loose strand of (y/n)'s (h/c) hair.

The muscles of (y/n)'s hand twitched ever so slightly. Kakashi's drooping head snapped up; he'd almost fallen asleep in the chair. "(y/n)?" He murmured as her eyes started to flutter, "(y/n)?"

(y/n) chapped lip parted ever so slowly, taking a big breath of air, her (e/c) eyes squinting. "Hatake..?" She shakily managed to mumbled, her voice hoarse and dry. She tried to prop herself up on the bed, but Kakashi eased her back into her resting position. "Rest, (y/n), you're not ready to stress yourself yet." Kakashi to her, "I'll be back with a nurse and some water for you, alright?" (y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She simply looked down and nodded.

Moments later, Kakashi came back with the nurse and water. "Here," he carefully put the cup to her lip, gently tipping the cup, "Good." He turned to the nurse, who seemed to be scribbling something down from the little monitor to his clipboard. Kakashi's eyes followed the cord attached to it, to the long x shaped hash in (y/n)'s inner left thigh. What worried Kakashi was the anxious look on the nurse's face.

"(l/n)-san, your vitals are doing alright, but you'll have to stay here for a night or two just so that we can keep an eye on something's that may need monitoring." He curtly nodded his head, "Lord Hokage wished to speak to you. So, sir, that means you may have to leave."

Kakashi tried to reason with the other man, but (y/n) reached to weakly squeeze his thigh. "It's okay, Hatake. You can just drop by later." (y/n) tried to smile. "Fine," Kakashi grumbled, leaving the room and letting Hiruzen in.

After what seemed like an eternity, Hiruzen came back out. "How's (y/n)?" Kakashi asked him impatiently. The Hokage put his hand on Kakashi's shoulder as if trying to soothe him, "She'll be better soon. Don't worry, alright." The silver-haired shinobi let out a small grunt, "I know that she'll get better with time. But what about now?"

Kakashi knew that Hiruzen loved (y/n) almost like a daughter, he cared about her deeply. Hence the elaborate cover-ups to protect (y/n) and her squad on the unconventionally lengthy mission. The Hatake could see the sadness that had tried to be tucked away in the Sarutobi's eyes. "The main concern of the moment is the poison in the gash on her left thigh. The medic-nins have tried to extract as much of it as possible, and try to find something that will counteract the effects." The elderly man explained to him. "Did they find an antidote?" Kakashi questioned.

"That is where the problem lies," Hiruzen explained, "There is a certain medicinal herb that is used alongside a jutsu to nullify the effects, as the poison has traces of chakra. We have a few medics on hand who support the skill to perform the jutsu, but we don't have the plant. Even so, that won't be a permanent cure." Kakashi knit his eyebrows together, "How would it not be a perfect cure? Plus, since there are traces of chakra, could we possibly track down the person who created the poison and make them fess up on the cure?" He questioned.

"Great thinking, but..." Hiruzen groaned, "(y/n) said that they performed a self-destruction jutsu just after striking her. He probably thought that it would be in their best interest to take their secrets to the grave with them." Kakashi cursed under his breath, "Fuck... This is terrible."

Hiruzen nodded in agreement, "No duh."

Kakashi's head shot up, "Uh?!"

The elder man's eyes widened, "Did I use the term correctly?! I'm trying to pick up on the phrases the kids are using these days..."

Kakashi gritted his teeth, "Right idea of the meaning, I guess. But the context and timing...wasn't quite fit." Looking ever so slightly dejected, "Oh...alright." Smoothening out the wrinkles in his robe and putting in his cob pipe, "Kakashi, if you are going to stay here with (y/n), could you at least pick up some good food. The food in the hospital canteen is quite bland." Kakashi nodded his head and obliged, only to be stopped in his tracks by Hiruzen.

"Kakashi, I'd like to ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"What caused your change in actions towards (y/n) change so much?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've observed you two whilst you were in the ANBU together, and you never got along that well. And suddenly you act so attached to her, Kakashi. You don't need to answer. It's just that as your leader, I want to understand what is going on in the heads of some of my most trusted people." Hiruzen explained to Kakashi, puffing out a cloud of smoke from his cob pipe.

Kakashi frowned from behind his mask, trying to figure out how to explain his change of feelings in a professional manner. "I think that after I was given the impression that she was gone, I noticed that I cared about her. It made me realize that I was wrong to not see how much she meant in my life." He tried, his voice fading off into a whisper. Hiruzen smiled and nodded, "You really are something else, Kakashi."

Kakashi silently strolled over to Ichiraku's to grab some takeout. The paper lanterns lit the nearly empty streets of Konoha, creating a soft and soothing ambiance. The smell of the rain and moisture still clung to the air, the dirt roads had muddy dampness to them. "Yo! Kakashi, my eternal rival!" A boisterous and friendly voice greeted the said man. "Hey, Gai," Kakashi responded, he noticed his students sitting alongside each other and gave them a quick wave and smile. Naruto and Lee were arguing about who'd get Sakura. Sakura insisted that Sasuke would come around in her favor. Sasuke was quietly eating his food. And Neji and Tenten were discussing a new sword they saw in the windowsill of a weaponry shop.

"I'll take two eggplant miso soups with brown rice noodles," Kakashi leaned over the counter space between Lee and Naruto to order his meal, also effectively stopping the argument. "Thanks, Ayame," he thanked the daughter of Teuchi, owner of the quaint place. "No problem, Kakashi-san!" She chirped.

"Kakashi?" Gai raised his brushy brow, "Your kids told me about what happened this morning..." Kakashi sighed and pulled him aside so that they were at a comfortable distance, "It was (y/n)..." he told his best friend, "She's back and in the hospital because she's not in good health at the moment. I just came here to pick up a meal for her." Kakashi watched as Gai's jaw dropped, "(Y/N) IS ALIVE!" He exclaimed a touch too loud for his eternal rival's taste, "CAN I MEET HER?!" Tears of youthful joy waterfalled down the jumpsuit-clad man's cheeks. "I'll see if you can come tomorrow, alright Gai." Gai smiled broadly, "This is very...unusual. Youthful, nonetheless!" He grinned.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his head and nodded, "I'm glad she's back..." he murmured barely loud enough for Gai to hear. Knowingly, Gai patted Kakashi's back. "Oh! Yeah! Happy birthday, my youthful rival!" He gently punched his comrade's shoulder. A smile formed on Kakashi's lips, "Thanks, Gai." He flashed his eccentric friend his signature close-eyed smile.

"I'll see you later."

"Bye, Kakashi! Have a good night!"

Knock knock, Kakashi rapt (y/n)'s door, "Can I come in?"

"Come in," (y/n) murmured, a small moan of pain escaping her lips, "Ouch..."

Kakashi quickly set the takeout on a little table, rushing to (y/n)'s side. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and helped her to the table. "I got us dinner because the food at the canteen isn't that good." He explained with a slight shrug. "Thanks, Hatake," a weak smile formed on her lips. The silvered-haired Jonin served them their meals. "Itadakimasu," they both mumbled.

Heavy tension filled the room as they ate in silence. (y/n) knew that Kakashi had his mask down, but didn't look up. "It's been a while..." Kakashi breathed, in hopes of hearing (y/n) speak, "Too long..." The kunoichi rested her forehead on her palm, "I- Yeah..." she mumbled, eyes growing classier by the second. So much for trying to start a conversation... Kakashi thought sadly as they resumed their meals without a word. The silence seemed to be killed him. Kami, it had been 10 goddamn years! 3650 days since he had gotten to talk to the woman. He missed her. Hell, he could even say that he missed all of their little spats. Hatake Kakashi missed everything about (y/n).

"I missed you..." was all Kakashi mumbled as he pushed his finished food away and pulled up his mask, "All these days, months, and years."

Hot tears slipped down (y/n)'s cheeks, forming a puddle on the table. "I-I came back be-because I didn't want-want to hurt you and the r-rest. Dying on passed down pain to the people who love you. I can't afford to c-carry the guilt of t-that." She mumbled shakily, "I promised to be back, a-and I held up the promise." Kakashi sadly smiled as he awkwardly reached under the table to gently caress (y/n)'s thigh.

"You care about others so much, but you should really take a moment to care about yourself, (y/n)." Kakashi scolded the injured kunoichi, "You had me scared for you; all those gashes and open wounds... You could've died," he knit his eyebrows together in worry. "Don't do that ever again."

(y/n)'s dull smile faltered as Kakashi spoke on, "Now you know how I felt when I saw you doing all those suicidal stunts back then on those missions. It was like you were in a hurry to die... I mean, I was too, but you did some seriously dumb shit," she giggled emptily. Kakashi sweat-dropped, "I see... I guess you are right..." (y/n) rolled her (e/c) eyes as the masked shinobi let out a drained sigh, "I'm always right, Hatake."

"Really, (l/n)? You've been through torturous pain, and you still act like a child." Kakashi groaned, "All these years..." (y/n) shot him a hard glare, "All these years and you still think you're in charge of me." He cast a confused look, "It's my duty to protect you, as a comrade." As a comrade... "I guess, but you're just annoying, Hatake," she huffed.

"I'm sorry about ruining your birthday with my arrival and stuff. I probably ruined your plans with those kids." (y/n) looked down, breaking the silence that had fallen upon them, "I could hear you guys through the gate; they seemed pumped about going out. I'm sorry, I didn't think about the flaws in my whole plan." Kakashi's head snapped up from its resting position on the table, "It's fine, they don't even know it's my birthday," he paused, "But you planned to come here? As in, today in particular. With all those injuries, (l/n), you should've just tried to take care of yourself. My birthday isn't as important as your health."

The (y/n) shook her head, "I was going to stay at a small village pretty far from here before finally coming home. I planned to just heal up there and see how things went from there. I even considered settling down there. But that just didn't feel right," (y/n) face set in a frown, "Once I realized that your birthday wasn't that far off, I decided that I couldn't stay and needed to come back. I doubted I would even live to be back. But here I am..." she said with a soft wince of pain. "It was terrible, I hated every second of it," Her (s/t) fingers made their way to the raw mark on her inner thigh, “I’d already lost so much; there was nothing for me to lose at that point.” Kakashi's face softened as he understood what she meant. (y/n) wasn't put in the mission alone, she had her team. They all must've been killed with time.

"Ouch!" (y/n) yelped as she let out a moan of pain, clenching the fabric of her hospital-issued pajama pants. “Shh..." Kakashi whispered into her ear, quickly leaning in to soothe her, "What's causing all this pain?" He asked with a frown as (y/n) bit her lip. "It's the thing in your thigh, right? Lord Hokage and the nurse told me a bit about it. But I still don't fully understand it and how it can't fully be cured."

(y/n) buried her face in her hands, "Oh..." She mumbled, "The poison can't de be removed because it's already been inside of me too long. And since it is laced with chakra, the properties of it aren't completely like normal poison." She blinked back the stinging agonizing tears in her eyes, "The herb that I need is just going to ease the effects in my body, whilst the jutsu will seal it from triggering anything that was layered in with the chakra." (y/n) explained. Kakashi could tell she was trying her hardest to keep her face straight, pushing back the pain and hurting inside. "The thing is–"

"What?" Kakashi asked the pained woman, his tone soft and soothing, "I can help if I know what's going on."

Warily, (y/n) agreed to speak on, "The place where the mission was stationed at was just underground of the nuke-nin outpost I was from. And the guy who poisonous me was one of the other kids' experiments were done on, along with me. He was a few years older than us, and his name was Hiroto Myoga. His parents were in owed debt to the rogues, they were forced into being test subjects until they died. Which left Hiroto in the nuke-nin's hands." She rubbed the temple of her head pushing away the images that sent a shiver down her spine, "Something similar had happened in the case of my parents and me. But unlike me, when the ANBU did the raid, Hiroto was snuck away just in time."

Kakashi's heart sank as he heard what she was telling him. (y/n) had never known much about her past, the damned curse seal had caused. “Since he was older than most of the other kids there, the nuke-nin's of the outpost decided that they needed to trust their information. It was all precautionary, just in case they were taken down. And that's just what happened. Hiroto was the one ordered to put memory restriction curse seals on us, the kids, before he fled to be underground, where the actual harm was being done. That meant that all this time Hiroto had been working in those old plans." (y/n) closed her eyes tightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

With a subtle groan, Kakashi supported (y/n) up from the chair and rested her in her cot. "Don't stress yourself, (y/n). You can just tell me later; it's getting late anyway." He told her. "It's fine, Hatake. Letting this out helps me feel better." She reassured him.

"The ANBU caught wind of suspicious activity in that area and decided to send out a squad to go check out. I overheard Danzō arguing with Lord Hokage about it, and got interested. It was really dumb, but I just wanted to go to learn more about what happened in my past. I learned, but that can with lots of twists and turns. 10 years of going undercover..." (y/n)'s (e/c) eyes met Kakashi's single uncovered black one, "It wasn't long before Hiroto became suspicious of us, slowly narrowing the group down till it was just me." (y/n) took a deep breath and continued, "After Hiroto killed himself in our final fight, my curse seal was lifted. That's how I suddenly was able to remember all of the past. All of it."

A pit formed in Kakashi's stomach as he watched (y/n) cry in silence. He wanted to help her feel better, he really did. But he was afraid that he'd make things worse; dealing with feelings just wasn't his thing. "I'm here for you, (l/n). We've been through so much together, you've helped me through it all," Kakashi tried to reassure her, "It's my turn to look after you. Please, just don't cry." He reached out his hand to brush a tear-off of her streaked cheeks.

“Are you okay with me staying here for the night?" Kakashi asked (y/n) as they sat at the bay window, looking down upon the empty moonlit streets of Konoha. The soft light cast down by the moon seemed to make everything look beautiful, serene, and at peace. "(l/n)?" He asked again, turning to look back at her. A gentle smile played on Kakashi's lips as he saw that she'd fallen asleep. (y/n) had been through so much throughout the day, she not only deserved to rest for a long time but also needed to. "Good night, (y/n)..." he carefully lifted the sleeping beauty and placed her on the cot. Sitting back at the bay seat, Kakashi took in a deep breath. "I love you."

She's finally back.

She's finally home.

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x y/n #kakashi x reader #naruto character x reader #reader x character #kakashi x you #y/n #naruto angst #just a lil bit of angst not much #i should stop procrastinating #i need motivation to actually write a beginning #should i keep going? #kakashi's pov #hatake #veggie_chan11 #kakashi #enemies to lovers #anbu kakashi #ANBU reader #team 7 #long shot #i wrote this at 2am

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Fighting Fire with Froyo

oh my goodness hello friends plz dont roast my title bc @verryberriess already has LOL it is ✨quirky✨ anyways the first fic back is always rough to write and i got tired of editing so without further ado ... 

Nesta pried the uniform hat off her head and wiped the dripping sweat from her brow. By the cauldron, it was burning up today. It amazed her that the frozen yogurt wasn’t melting right out of the machines. That probably wasn’t even possible, but the heat was making her delirious. Of course on the hottest day of the year something was wrong with the AC. She added calling the maintenance guy to her 5-page long mental list of things to do after her shift today. 

She truly did not have the time to be working on the service line today. The Archeron sister froyo shop had opened almost a year ago and already she was talking to people about expanding it to become a chain. That’s what she should be working on instead.

Nesta supposed she should be happy their little shop was so popular. The sisters had been so nervous when they were finally able to launch their yogurt shop after years of planning. It was a dream come true. 

They named it Archeron Delights and it became one of the most popular dessert places in Velaris. Elain was the mastermind behind the frozen yogurt recipes. People came from all over the country to try their unique flavor combinations. Feyre was in charge of all the interior designing. She remodeled the entire space and made it look modern with colorful signs and trendy photo taking spots - a necessity for kids obsessed with instagram worthy pictures. Nesta was the official manager which meant she dealt with finances, hiring the team, making schedules, and other administrative duties. 

To be honest, Nesta never really worked at the counter, but Morrigan their newest hire, and Feyre’s best friend was sick with the flu. Definitely not a good idea to put her near customers. To make matters worse, the shop had been extremely busy today so she didn’t have time to take any breaks. Unlike her sisters, Nesta was already not the cheeriest service worker. It’s why she worked in the back in her quiet, private office. 

At least she could distract herself by filling out their monthly budget summary while waiting. However, her calculations were soon interrupted by the cheerful bell dinging, meaning the shop door was being opened. Damn another customer. 

Nesta began quickly finishing up the section she was on, “Hi I’ll be with you in one -”

“You need to get out of here,” the customer interrupted. 

Nesta’s smile dropped so fast. Who did this man think he was?

“No, you need to get out,” she snapped back without looking up from her papers. If he was gonna speak to her like that she was gonna take her sweet time. 

“Excuse me I -”

This time Nesta interrupted. “This is my shop and I say you need to leave.”

“Ma’am if you would let me explain -”

“Stop calling me ma'am, you have no right -” This time it was Nesta who trailed off.

She finally looked up to see a man equipped fully in firefighter gear staring right at her. Shit. She just yelled at a fireman. To make matters worse he was handsome. Extremely handsome. 

“There’s a small fire in another location 2 units from yours. We’re containing it, but you still need to evacuate,” the man explained.  

Nesta was still gaping. It seemed she was unable to form words. How was this man so attractive? He was wearing full protective fire gear and wasn’t even breaking a sweat and here she was, literally dripping. 

To be quite honest she couldn’t tell if she was sweating because of the heat or the fireman’s burning gaze. 

“Ma’am can you hear me? Ma’am? Oh for goodness sake.”

Before Nesta knew it she was being lifted off her feet. Literally. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she exclaimed in surprise. 

“Ah so you can still talk.” 

“Put me down you oaf.”

“Oaf?” he raised a brow, “That’s a real nice way to thank the person saving your ass.”

“I’m serious,” she said crossing her arms angrily. 

“Let’s get to safety first.”

Nesta gave the man a withering glare, but he continued to carry her bridal style to a tent where it seemed other shop owners were gathering. 

“Oh my goodness Nesta are you hurt?” Aelin asked as they approached.

Aelin owned a dress boutique in the same plaza and they often grabbed lunch together. She was Nesta’s best friend. 

“No I am being harassed,” she deadpanned. 

“She means saved,” the firefighter corrected as he finally set her down. 

“Woah he’s hot,” Aelin whispered in her ear. 

“Shut up or I’m telling Rowan.”

“Just an observation” Aelin laughed. 

The man gave them a polite smile before heading back towards the rest of the firemen. 

Nesta stopped him before he got too far. “I want to talk to your boss,” she said sternly. 

“You mean the captain?” he asked. 

“Yes.” Obviously. 

“Why do you need the captain ma'am?”

“Stop with the ma’am, I’m serious.”

“Ok fine. What’s your name?” 

Nesta stayed silent. 

“Ok then, sweetheart. Why do you need the captain?”

Nesta growled at his stupidity. “I am not your sweetheart and I am reporting you for inappropriate behavior.”

Something like amusement crossed his face, but it quickly vanished, “I see. I’ll be right back then.”

For someone about to lose his job he did not seem the least bit frightened. 

***

It was only a few minutes before the man returned. He was still wearing his fire pants or whatever they were called, but the protective jacket was gone. Now he wore a tight shirt that read Velaris Fire Dept. It framed his muscles a little too perfectly for her taste. How was this man real?

“The captain is busy at the moment but I will take your complaint and hand it to him myself,” he said, pulling out a pen and paper.

“How do I know you’re not going to rip it up as soon as I leave?”

“You can watch me hand it to him once we have this mess sorted out,” he assured her. 

“Fine.”

“First I will need your name.”

“Nesta Archeron” she grit out.

“Nesta. I like how that sounds.”

She rolled her eyes. This man was absolutely insufferable. 

“Ok, now your phone number.”

“Why do you need my phone number?” 

“So the captain can contact you about this issue, of course.”

She grabbed the paper from his massive hands and scribbled her number down quickly.

“Ok and what are you complaining about?” he asked, clearly amused.

She rolled her eyes, “You already know what I’m complaining about.”

“Well, I need to write it down word for word,” he said, laughing softly.  

His laughter was the last straw. “You know what this is ridiculous I’m going to find the captain myself,” she said, stomping off. 

“That’s gonna be hard to do sweetheart,” he called after her. 

“Oh yea, why?” she yelled back over her shoulder.

“Because I am the captain.”

That stopped Nesta dead in her tracks. She turned slowly to see the big oaf smiling. 

“Cassian Nazari, Captain of Station 17,” he said, extending his hand.

“Are you playing a game or something?” she scowled, slapping his hand away.  

“No,” he chuckled softly, “Just doing my job.” 

“By pretending to not be the captain and stealing my information?”

He smiled again and half of her wanted to slap him, but the other half was tempted to kiss him. What was wrong with her?

“I take complaints seriously. So seriously, that I would like to hear all about your complaint over dinner.”

“This is not funny,” she said crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Don’t tell me you’re not interested. You took one look at me and were absolutely speechless. I literally had to carry you out before you burned to death.”

“The fire was contained, evacuating was a formality you brute.” 

“If you say so,” he said sarcasm lacing every word. “I’ll pick you up from your shop at 6.”

Nesta’s jaw dropped, the audacity of this man was astounding. She paused before answering, debating her options. She figured she could either continue pretending to hate him or just give in. Gods above, was she actually considering this?

“Say yes you idiot” Aelin whispered.

Nesta flinched in surprise. Where the hell did she even come from? 

“Are you kidding I’m not going anywhere in this.” Nesta argued, gesturing to her work apron and leggings. 

“I think it looks great,” Cassian said with a wink. 

“Me too,” Aelin added.

Nesta gave Aelin a deadly look before saying, “Let’s meet at the Sidra at 7. That way I have time to change.”

Cassian only looked surprised at her suggestion for a second before agreeing, “Ok, I’ll see you there.” 

He waved before heading back to the rest of his crew and Nesta against her better judgement waved back. 

“Nesta Archeron, are you smiling?” Aelin teased as soon as Cassian was out of ear shot.

“Shut up. I am absolutely not,” she said, quickly bringing her face back to neutral. 

And then it hit her...

She was going to dinner with Cassian - a fire captain she just met. What the hell was she thinking? 

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[solomonish]

Naamah’s “Match-Up” That I Made Needlessly Complicated!

IT TOOK ME A WHILE BUT I DID GO CRAZY AND STUPID

hewwo @baalism I made u......less of a match up and more just headcanons on how u date the people. i hope u like it <3 I divided them into tiers depending on how well I think they mesh w you too!! so here you go!

TOP TIER (NOT kissing up 2 u!)

SATAN

I think Satan is your #1 man because the two of you just seem to be.....kindred spirits. (I am calling you the same as Satan but like as a compliment?) Y’all got that academia vibe to you with your books and your museum dates and your air of mystery. You two are the hot nerd squad is what i’m saying

Plus Satan is a social butterfly! He’d not only like the quieter moments w you but also when you went dancing he could either be living it up with you or making new connections (although. if he was going to the club why would he stray from the main attraction? make it make sense)

And with him that trust would be super easy to get bc if you’re dating him, HOO BOY. He’s got some Issues but he trusts you to help him get through them! There is a lot of him that feels prickly and dangerous and if you don’t shy away from that and can help him through it then you have his heart! As long as you aren’t ripping his attention away from a thrilling chapter, he’s a great conversation partner too. His quiet nature at first is NOT shyness, it allows him to be observant!! You are one of the few who get the chatty inside ^u^

Plus he loves ur cat and will be on her side when she screws with your puzzles.

SOLOMON

THE ONLY REASON he is not number one is he’s a bit too much of a wallflower to be into the partying like Satan would be. Otherwise....hot nerd squad two electric boogaloo

Is a bit more down with the witchy outdoorsy stuff and the occult and the abandoned place exploration thing than Satan would be. I bet one of his favorite things to do is take u to an abandoned building and after being there for a while when you start to get bored, he enchants it to look like the inside of some old castle and you dance together or something :) memories for u

isn’t always super chatty but is great for listening to you rant. he makes up for his lack of chattiness by asking the perfect questions to get you fired up again, so your ranting takes up most of the time. loves to pick ur brain, so you can talk about anything. he’s like: i want to dissect that smart lil organ of yours. lovingly <3

keep your sudoku puzzles up or he will mistake your books for his and do them for you. the image of him sitting cross legged at an armchair like some grandpa is nice but those are your puzzles!!!! but he’s very good at being domestic, just make sure to ALWAYS cook or bake with him!

LUCIFER

Listen, I hc Lucifer as like kind of a wallflower, but even if i’m wrong, he’ll still not be partying with you a lot because he’s busy! of course doesn’t stop you from going out if you want just be safe pls he lovs u

will take a walk with you every day all the time. After dinner before he goes back to work, he’ll take a little stroll with you. when he has time he’ll go for longer ones and show you some off-beat or decrepit devildom areas but he will absolutely just go on little walks with you every day to catch up with you!!

lives for the domestic moments. you bring him coffee? he is glad to be yours! walks in on you doing laundry? how luck he is to have someone so capable <3 he’ll help you fold the rest of the load or will make sure to talk with you while it’s his turn to make dinner (but will make sure you don’t have to help! you deserve a break)

finds your interest in the arcane kinda funny because he IS the arcane but supports you <3 will listen to you list off what you know even if he also knows because he likes hearing what you’ve learned and you get so excited about it! he will return with his own spells and potions you might not know yet and you two could go on for hours about it.

HIGH-MID TIER

ASMODEUS

His interests align with your! Fashion, beauty, partying!! He loves it. LIVES for it. you two are an unstoppable force.

However....the academic/witchy stuff doesn’t suit him as well as the other stuff does? He’ll whine about you “being a satan” or “being a solomon” if you tread too far in one direction

he’ll work out with you though and buy you cute workout gear <3

a relationship with him is less emphasizing trust and more about intimacy (but you can still trust him yknow?) he makes your connection known by demonstrating it plainly rather than feeling like a safehouse, if that make sense? but he does love u to pieces!! remember that

BEELZEBUB

he wants to eat ur cupcakes this is my main reasoning and also NOT a dirty joke

if he goes partying w you he acts more as a personal bouncer and will circle the crowd like a shark for u <3 also great to bring you home if you’re drunk

he likes taking walks and hiking and being active with you! he does have to slow down so he doesn’t overexert your human body but he doesn’t mind because he’s having fun!

v sweet with the domestic stuff, just not great at cleaning. he just leaves crumbs over the floor he just cleaned :/ thinks u look cute in an apron tho

DIAVOLO

AHHHHH he thinks ur so interesting! so well rounded :0

also it’s good that you’re into witchy stuff! that made your transition to the devildom a bit easier huh?

absolutely loves how eager you are to learn because that’s what you need for the program to succeed! and you already know so much.....you would make.....a very knowledgeable..ruler....of the Devildom.....ahem.....

the above are used to physical affection but could back it up with some mistakes but Diavolo doesn’t get the chance to give affection so whatever ur comfortable with getting he will channel it all in to that!! gifts or words or whatever!!!

but if u give him a lil smooch he will be !!!!!!!! it just feels nice

AN ANOMALY

BARBATOS

I don’t understand this fucker (affectionate). IDK if I can’t place him bc I don’t know him that well or just because he refuses to be categorized but! he is here. perfectly in the middle. taunting me.

idk ur academic prowess is preferable because he wants someone who can keep up with him. and ur interest in spooky stuff works well bc he’s a demon and if he were a human he’d like the occult too.

can’t really go clubbing or take you very many places bc of work :/ he can do strolls around the garden though! or walk you home from places :)

good with the not initiating physical touch because he can shapeshift into whatever you need him to be. an anomaly indeed.

LOW-MID TIER

SIMEON

he respects you :)

finds your academic pursuits inspring! your interest in the occult is a bit off-putting at first but you all are in hell so who is he to blame?

loves to collect your witchy stuff with you <3 knows a lot about safe to eat fruits so he’ll be collecting things for a fresh strawberry pie while you collect what you need to summon lucifer without a pact even though he lives in ur house and you HAVE a pact. 

you can bake the pie together though <3

BELPHEGOR

he does not respect you :)

finds your occult pursuits inspiring! your interest in excelling in academics is a bit off-putting at first - why would you choose to put more work in when you can jsut vibe and pass bc you’re an exchange student?

(ok i’m done making this the inverse of the above lol)

not the most chatty or the most workout-y or patying-y or anything BUT he can be a little domestic. you do the cleaning and he can cook once in a while! and he’ll make the bed! and then he’ll sleep in it immediately. but he’ll be wishing you were cuddling with him the whole time <3

LOW TIER

MAMMON

he’s got the energy but not the respect

unlike the way belphie disrespects you, mammon does it just bc you’re incompatible :/ but like in the nicest way possible

he interrupts when he’s chatty and he’s not the type to hang out with nerds and like. he’s too scared to get into the occult and abandoned buildings.

he does love you to bits! just....not in the way you want. sorry mams :/

LEVIATHAN

he can get chatty for sure!!

but he just does not have the energy to match your academic pursuits or your outdoorsy interests or clubbing or beauty or any of that. 

ok MAYBE the enrd stuff but like only a little! too much and that’d make him a normie >:(

y’all trust each other a lot tho! just as henry and lord of shadow, like friends. not a significant others

OKAY i didn’t burn myself out!! i hope you like this and agree maybe? hehe this was fun

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #swd obey me #for baalism

[kyber-crystal]

Maybe It’s Meant To Be

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: Sometimes, love finds people in unexpected ways. In this case, fate has extra special plans for America’s golden boy and one of SHIELD’s best agents in history. And you know there’s no running away from fate once she’s set out your futures for you. 

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, angst, and once again, soft steve :)

A/N: I haven’t attempted a soulmate AU in over a year. this is one of my fav works but it’s really poorly written rip. The age gap between you and Steve is ~3 years. 2017 AU where they made up after the Accords :) Steve’s back with his WS look bc that suit was hot af

Tags: @pies-writes-and-more​ this is for you! THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING SO ACTIVE ON MY BLOG AND FOR YOUR SWEET AND SUPER ENCOURAGING WORDS. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. AND @marvelsswansong BECAUSE YOU'RE MY IDOL AND I LOOK UP TO YOU YOU'RE AMAZING

Soulmates.

You'd heard plenty about them growing up. Seeing your parents' perfect relationship blossom over the years piqued your interest, and for the longest time, your only wish was to find someone who could love you with their whole heart and soul and mind, like the way your Mom and Dad loved each other.

Unfortunately, as all stories must come to an end, love stories had to find their ending. And not all of them ended on a high note.

Their jobs should've kept them apart from the beginning. Your mother was head surgeon at one of the best hospitals in Brooklyn, and your father was head of SHIELD's navy division. Constantly out and about, they were rarely granted any time to rest. Yet they still found a way to make things work; and it all started because of a run-in at a café around the corner.

Then when you were fifteen, you got word that your father had been deployed overseas again, but this time, he wasn't coming back.

You had to stand there and watch your mother slowly fall apart, breaking down a little more each day until she fell gravely ill. A mere week after her diagnosis of cardiomyopathy, she passed away in her sleep.

A person's soulmark didn't appear at a specific time. It could show up at any point in their lives, when the Gods believed the time was right for them. When those Gods felt the time was right for you to find out who it was, you'd feel a slight tingle where the mark was etched into your skin.

Some people didn't receive the soulmark at all. Along with this came a sense of freedom to fall in love with whoever they pleased, but often times it would end in a loveless relationship. But they were additionally granted the ability of being able to carry on by themselves.

If your soulmate got injured in any way, you would feel the same pain that they endured. And if they died, you would carry a weight around with you for the rest of your life that slowly progressed into a disease. So ultimately, those left in the world without their soulmate would also die in the end, further proving the claim of humans being unable to live without love.

One by one, you watched your friends find their match. They would excited come up to you, goofy grins on their faces as they showed you their marks. You were happy for them in the beginning, of course. But as years went by, and you passed adulthood with still no sign of your designated soulmark, you slowly began losing hope. There was no point in looking forward to the future when you watched one fall apart before your very eyes.

Maybe it was because of your job. None of the Avengers had received their soulmarks either, asides from Tony and Pepper. But they were an exception. Everyone could see it coming from the day they first met, judging by the way they lovingly gazed at each other from across the room. It was a match made in heaven.

You believed that maybe, just maybe, you were destined to be alone. So when you woke up one morning with the burn mark on your wrist, you were taken completely by surprise.

"Hey, Tony? Bruce?" you asked, walking into the lab with a frown. "I need to ask you guys a quick question."

"Ask away, Killer," Tony nodded, using the nickname he'd given you years ago when you first joined the initiative. "What's on your mind?"

"So, um..." you fiddled with the sleeve of your sweatshirt for a moment, before pulling it up to reveal the mark, "this happened."

"That's a soulmark," he stated.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock," you rolled your eyes. "But why would it appear now? I don't see any sign of me meeting them anytime soon."

"When did it appear?"

"I don't know. I woke up this morning and saw it."

"Let me take a look at that," Bruce carefully took ahold of your wrist, squinting as he adjusted his glasses to peer at the mark, "huh. So it appeared last night...have you felt any side-effects?"

"Not that I know of yet, no..."

"If you start feeling any severe symptoms, I can prescribe you some medication to deal with the pain, though I doubt that's going to happen. In the meantime, we need to figure out who this could be."

"Imagine if it was someone who already died, and I'm slowly dying right now," you joked.

"No, if that were to be true, you'd be lying in a hospital bed right now."

"Does the symbol have any specific meaning?"

"That I'm not so sure about," Tony shrugged.

Bruce was silent as he began typing away for a bit, before turning the screen over to you.

"I've checked out over a dozen different sites about this, and..."

"And what?"

"Well...once both people discover their mark, they have a week to find each other before both of them disappear off the face of the earth, forever."

"Sounds like a damn time bomb to me," you muttered. "What the hell? I thought that the point of this whole thing was the gods trying to push us with someone else! Not the other way around!"

"I don't know, Y/N," Bruce sighed. "Feel free to do your own research, but everything I've read up on so far says the same thing."

"So basically, what you're telling me is I'm gonna die if I don't find out who the hell has this same mark as I do," you repeated.

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Well, I'll have to worry about that later. Got a briefing with Cap, Bucky, and Wilson in five. Fury's gonna kill me if I'm late again," you breathed out as you tugged your hoodie's sleeve back down. "See ya."

"Agent Y/N," Nick Fury gave you a curt nod as you burst into the meeting room, breathless. "I hope you slept well last night."

"Of course."

"I need you four to track down a weapons dealer in Skagway," he explained as he handed Steve a black manila file folder, "shut down the base, download the intel onto the flashdrive. You’ll be staying at a safe house in Juneau afterwards for about a week to keep things on the down-low in case something goes wrong. Simple in-and-out job."

"When are we leaving?" Sam questioned.

"You're taking off in half an hour. Suit up."

You sighed. Finding your soulmate would just have to wait, then.

...

"Y/N, look out!"

You quickly whipped around and narrowly missed a bullet whizzing past you, as Steve tugged you around the corner, an arm wrapped firmly around your torso as he hid you both behind his shield.

You gasped as you felt a sharp pain in your chest, and Steve immediately pulled away from you in alarm, gripping your shoulders worriedly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you panted, trying to steady your rapid breathing, “I’m fine. But we’re gonna have to split up from here if we wanna get the job done faster.”

“Y/N, I can’t-”

“Steve,” you interrupted, the firm tone of voice making him immediately shut up. “I can handle myself just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Go find Sam and Bucky, and I’ll meet you guys by the rendezvous point as soon as I’m done. Okay?”

“Alright.” He looked around for a moment before stepping away, as if he was hesitant to leave you on your own.

Ignoring the slight ache in your chest, you parted ways, darting down the hall with your guns up and ears alert. 

From there, it was easy to fall into your usual routine. Keep all eyes and ears open; don’t hesitate, shoot on sight unless ordered otherwise. If necessary, engage powers but if not, use your fists or bullets. The mantra repeated itself over and over in your head as you followed through with your job.

You hid behind a tower of wooden crates, back pressed up against the steel walls. “Sam. Status update?”

“Controls room with Barnes, disabling all security systems. Steve’s retrieving intel from the north wing. You?”

“Outside on standby,” you murmured, keeping a finger pressed to your ear. Three technicians were loading equipment onto crates as the other six stood guard several yards away. “I make nine hostiles on the load dock straight ahead at twelve o’clock. Three dozen in total scattered around the area. Most likely preparing for an overseas arms trade. We’ll have to stop them.”

“And...done. We’re heading your way,” Bucky reported. “Be there in three.”

“Roger that.”

Exactly three minutes and two seconds later Bucky showed up, with Steve and Sam in tow. You came out from your hiding spot and began making your way towards the loading dock where the agents were stationed. They were quick to stop what they were doing and noticed the four of you approaching, whipping their snipers out and proceeding to open fire.

...

Your breath came out in white wisps of fog as you got caught in between a fistfight with one of the three dozen men on the docks, the freezing cold slowing all your movements and making them feel more sluggish than usual. If it weren’t for the thick material of your suit and your enhancements, you would’ve succumbed to the harsh weather hours ago.

The man captured you into a tight headlock with his thick arm but despite your frostbite you were too fast; you quickly whipped around and grabbed his wrist, twisting it to the side. His eyes widened slightly as he cried out in pain, the sickening crunch of bone echoing through the frigid Alaskan air as you swiftly dodged each one of moves as he attempted to come at you, countering with a sharp right hook to his jaw. 

His body slumped to the ground with a thump. 

“Why the hell do you even carry around a sniper if your fists do all the work for you?” Sam yelled over the cacophony as he released Redwing, swooping down from the rooftops. “Seriously, you don’t need guns! You’re strong enough as it is!”

“I prefer versatility in fights, Wilson!” you yelled back, grunting as you dodged a blow to the stomach, sweeping out your attacker’s feet from underneath him as his head smacked against the wall, before sliding down to the ground with a dull thud. 

“Y/N, look out-” Bucky called out, but it was too late. You didn’t get to hear his warning in time before you felt something cold and hard hit your lower abdomen. A yell of pain ripped through your throat as you felt a sticky warmth spread across your skin, your knees hitting the ground as you clutched the wound.

At that exact moment, Steve felt a sharp pain flare up his side as well. “Shit,” he cursed to himself, “Buck, cover me so I can get to her.”

You were barely clinging on to life by the time he reached you. Your breathing was heavy and labored, your eyes beginning to roll back as you struggled to stay awake. Everything hurt. Your arms and legs felt like they were weighed down with bricks. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t open your mouth to scream, either - you had no energy left to do so.

“Come on, Y/N, stay with me, please stay with me,” he muttered as he began carefully applying pressure to your wound. You let out a hiss of pain at the same time he did. “Just hang in there for me, please. Sam’s getting the Quinjet ready. We’re gonna get out of here in just a few minutes, okay? Please don’t die on me.”

“Look, if I don’t make it-”

“Don’t say that,” he spoke in between clenched teeth while fighting back tears of his own, “you’re not going to die. Not today, not tomorrow, and certainly not on my watch.”

“Steve…” you croaked out, the stinging from the wound almost becoming impossible to bear. Your eyes were becoming heavier by the second, your body throbbing painfully now that all the adrenaline had worn off. It was a struggle just to take in a single breath and to stay awake. "I'm so tired, I can't do this anymore..."

He disappeared from your line of sight as your began seeing spots at the edges of your vision momentarily, before reappearing and pulling you into his lap, trying to put pressure on the area of injury again in an attempt to stem the bleeding. But it didn’t seem to work. There was so much blood. So much of it, coming out so fast. There was no way you’d last out here for longer than ten minutes before bleeding to death.

"Stay with me..." he murmured as he looked up around him. "Hang in there for a few more minutes, please…Damn it, Sam, how much longer is this gonna take? Y/N’s down. We gotta get her to the safe house as soon as we can. She’s bleeding out.”

"Three minutes, tops. I’m circling the perimeter as an extra precaution," Sam replied. "You guys hang tight for a sec."

"We don't have time!" he raised his voice. "Just hurry the hell over here."

"I'm so sorry," you choked out before going into a coughing fit, blood dripping down your lips and chin much to Steve’s alarm. "I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for being reckless and not keeping a look ou—"

"Shhh, it's okay," he soothed, "There’s nothing to be sorry about. Just save your energy for later, okay? You're gonna be just fine."

"Hold my hand," you begged hoarsely.

"I already am," the super-soldier answered, but his look shifted to that of an alarmed one when he realized you couldn't feel it. "Y/N—"

"I'm cold," you said weakly, already feeling your limbs grow heavy and numb and your vision growing blurrier with each passing second. "I'm so tired, Cap, I just wanna sleep—"

"No no no, please don't leave me," he pleaded as he felt his head begin to spin as well. Where had the sudden wave of dizziness come from? "Hang in there for a little longer, please, I l—"

You didn’t get to hear the rest of his sentence before your eyes fluttered shut and everything went dark.

...

When you came to, your throat felt dry and raw, the metallic taste of dried blood around your lips and chin overwhelming your senses as you adjusted your eyes to the harsh bright lights streaming into the room. It looked like you were in some sort of antique coastal house, strangely void of belongings with the only decoration being a plain floral calendar hung on the wall opposite you, above the fireplace.

You were still in your suit, but your wound had been treated and wrapped up in a thick set of bandages. The couch you were on was old but extremely comfortable, so you found yourself not wanting to sit up at the same time you wanted to get up and look around.

The blinds were drawn shut, but the sunlight still managed to shine through. It was light outside, but you  weren’t sure what time it really was. The walls were a dull grey, and if you listened hard enough you could hear the faint ticking of a nearby clock and probably Bucky or Sam talking on the phone upstairs with someone in hushed whispers.

You finally pulled yourself up into a sitting position, glancing around at your surroundings. Someone quietly entered the living room and you looked up to see Steve. His shoulders sagged in relief upon seeing that you were awake.

“Hey,” his voice came out so softly it took both of you by surprise. You moved over slightly to make room for him to sit. “How are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” you groaned lightly, feeling a dull ache in your stomach where you’d been hit. “But other than that, I’m fine. What about you? Did you get hurt anywhere?”

“Body aches that come and go, but I’m fine. It isn’t your place to be worrying about me right now though, Y/N. You got shot.”

The curtains fluttered and a cool breeze rushed in, making you shiver. Steve took notice and stood up to go light up the fireplace, then sat back down and wrapped the fleece blanket around your body. You let out a small sigh of contentment. “Thanks.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? You knocked out for over twenty-six hours .”

“I’m fine, Steve, just tired...hey, how’s Bucky and Sam?”

“Sam’s upstairs radioing Fury on the mission status. Bucky’s taking a nap in the guest room.”

“Oh. Okay. So, I-” you were interrupted by a sharp stabbing sensation in your wrist. “Ow. Fuck.”

“Language,” he joked lightly, but when he saw the obvious pained expression on your face, his face fell. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just...I get those random pains from time to time. I don’t know why, but...they’ve gotten worse since we took off for Skagway and then came here...”

“I’m so sorry,” he apologized, eyes glassy with unshed tears, “I should’ve kept a closer watch over you. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s mine...I should’ve watched my own back better.”

You both fell into an awkward silence for several minutes before he spoke up again, the realization finally dawning on him. 

"Y/N."

"What?"

"Your wrist."

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked down and saw the star glowing brightly, sending a white-hot pain down your arm. "What about it?"

Steve pulled at his shirt's sleeve for a few seconds before lifting it up to reveal the same exact symbol.

"We're soulmates," you breathed out, the realization hitting you like a flash flood.

"Yeah, I guess we are, huh," he smiled softly.

“W-when did yours appear?”

“Monday afternoon.”

“Mine appeared in the morning...I showed it to Tony and Bruce and they said I had a week to find who it was or both me and my soulmate would die. So I guess we got lucky, huh? Only four more days, then...”

“Yeah, we did,” he exhaled. “I’m glad you’re the one. I can’t imagine living out the rest of my life with anyone else.”

“But Peggy...”

“She found her soulmate decades ago,” he explained, “which explained why our relationship was so short-lived. I didn’t expect to find mine...especially not after coming out of the ice. Maybe I had this coming from the get-go, I’d wonder...”

“Then how come they’d appear now?” Your brows furrowed together in confusion. “I don’t get it. We’ve known each other for years.”

“Because it was only this year that I accepted it.”

“Accepted what?”

“That I’d fallen in love with you, and I kept that inside for far too long.”

“You...what?” You were officially rendered speechless. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, face breaking into a gorgeous, million-dollar grin before turning serious again, lowering his voice. “Y/N, I’m in love with you. You are my infinity and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re my present and my future, and I hate that I couldn’t see that sooner. I should’ve known from the start that Peggy and I wouldn’t work out, but I never understood why...until I met you. I didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates because I felt I was undeserving of that love, but then you came along...and I started hoping and praying I’d find someone who’d love me as much as I love you. So now that I know for sure it’s you, that it always has been and always will be...I couldn’t be more happier that you’re my soulmate.”

You didn’t realize you were crying until he reached forward to brush your hair away from your face and wipe the stray tears that fell, before wrapping an arm around you and gently pulling you towards him.

“God, I made you cry, I’m so sorry,” he choked on a sob of his own. “I’m the worst.”

“I’m not mad at you, Steve,” you sniffed as you wiped your nose with your sleeve, and looked up and cracked a small grin. “You’re just so cheesy.”

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, so quiet you almost didn’t catch what he said. 

“You can kiss me any day, Captain,” you smiled.

“I love you more than you know.”

“I know. I love you too.”

He then brought a hand up to cup your face, allowing his thumb to lightly skim against your cheek, his warm breath fanning against your skin.

When his lips met yours, it was like you were turning back the clock. Everything in the world stopped and held its breath,  and all the hurt, all the sadness and heartache and pain bottled up inside your body, washed away.

...

BONUS

“HOLY SHIT, Y’ALL ARE SOULMATES?”

The sound of Sam’s screeching made you finally break apart for air. You could’ve been like that for two minutes, two hours, or two weeks, you weren’t sure.

You blushed and quickly averted your gaze. 

Steve’s face was as red as a tomato. “Yeah. We are.”

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN BETWEEN THEM SOON! PAY UP, BARNES! YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS.”

“Come on, man,” Bucky groaned, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. “We’re gonna head back home soon, anyways! And you’re not even poor.”

“A bet’s a bet, Barnes.”

“Of course you two bet on it,” you groaned. “Classic Sambucky activity.”

...

NINE MONTHS LATER

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride, Captain Rogers,” Fury announced, a rare smile gracing his normally stoic features. 

Steve did his best not to break down sobbing as he slid the ring onto your finger. With the backdrop of the waves gently crashing against the shore and the sun slowly sinking lower and lower into the horizon, he leaned down and cupped your face in his hands, passionately pressing his lips to yours. Your soulmarks glowed brightly in tandem, lighting up in a brilliant gold hue. 

Needless to say, there wasn’t a single dry eye in the house. 

#avengers imagines #steve x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #marvel #avengers x reader #avengers #captain america #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fic #captain america fic #mcu #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans imagine

[ffangirlingsince2001]

Body on Fire

theichabbieclub asked:

Can u do the scene where Geralt yells at Jaskier. But replace Jaskier with reader. Later that day, He's worried because they're quiet. He thinks it's bc he yelled at them but it was because they have heat exhaustion. He is so caught up into his thoughts that reader is able to sneak off. He finds them sitting on the ledge of a bridge. He talks them down, and apologizes. He then realizes that they have heat exhaustion and they lose consciousness and he cools them off, apologizing when they wake up

A/N: So, sorry in advance but I didn’t totally follow this request. I still hope it satisfies you!

Geralt x Reader 

Warnings: angst, heat exhaustion, almost drowning, injury, fluff 

“Why is it that whenever I find myself in a pile of shit these days, it’s you, shoveling it?” He was yelling before you knew what was going on. You didn’t even know why he was mad, but he was pointing the finger at you for… whatever it was. “The Child Surprise, the djinn, all of it!” Now you were really confused, you hadn’t had anything to do with that. You were there of course but you hadn’t done anything of consequence. You were going to ask him what he meant, what was wrong, how you could help, but he never let you. “If life could give me one blessing, it would be to take you off my hands.”

It was like a knife, cold and precise. You stumbled a little and nodded, tears building in your eyes. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know anything it seemed.

“I’ll go wait by the horses,” you whispered, not sure if you were still welcome there. You knew he was just angry, at whatever had gone wrong. You knew that, he had a problem, saying whatever he wanted to and being forced to apologize for it later. You had already forgiven, like you had every time before when the words slipped from his lips that were harsher than they should have been. That didn’t take away the feeling in your head though. That had been there long before he had told you to fuck off. That’s why you had shown up for the verbal beating in the first place, to ask for help. To figure out why the world seemed to spin with every step and his words echoed around like thick mirages. Everything seemed so heavy you couldn’t even manage being hurt, the weight too much to bear. You could barely hold your sword let alone a grudge.

‘Drink something’ is what Jaskier would say if he were here. That was his answer to every ailment, and for the most part it seemed to do the trick. It was all in what you drank though, and you were sure the ale wouldn’t be very helpful.

Woozy fingers rummaged through your packs, searching for water. Your eyes burned as saltwater filled them, though you weren’t sure if that was the tears or the sweat gathering on your forehead. The nerves in your fingers felt for anything cool, taking over for your sight, but there was none to be found. Not a single drop of water in the entirety of your rations, only ale and bread that was dryer than you felt.

Geralt eventually joined you and silently climbed atop Roach and took off, not even pausing to glance in your direction. You would have shouted at him if you’d been able, but your stomach churned when you opened your mouth and you decided it was best if you kept your mouth closed.

It was miraculous you were able to get on your horse at all. By the time you had been able to the mount the steed you felt exhausted, muscles and bones aching alike. Every time the horse’s hooves hit the ground you let out a soft groan, praying for a smoother ride. Praying for the horse to sprout wings and let the cool air wash over you, or throw you into a river, whichever destiny deemed fit.

The sun was laughing at you, heavy rays beating into your skin as you urged your horse to catch up with the angry Witcher. Even when you stopped beneath the shade of the tree and slid from your horse, the sun still seemed to creep through the branches and emblazon itself across your skin.

He was talking to you. You could see his lips moving and hear the bass in his voice reverberating against your skull.

“I’m going for a walk,” you announced, or hoped you announced. As you left you bumped against Geralt and felt the world tip. He must have said something, you swore you heard it, but then he wanted you gone. Maybe it was a goodbye.

You walked through the woods, slowly pulling off the extra layers of clothing. The lowest layers refused, stuck to you like starfish against slick stones. They wouldn’t leave and you were so hot they were melting into your skin. You could hear a river, cool and fast rushing against the earth that threatened to overtake it. It filled your every sense and as you swayed, searching for the sound of relief that beckoned you.

Something caught your foot and you fell, crashing to the rotted, wet wood of the ground. And then there it was, rushing beneath you was the river, thrashing and beckoning you like a mistreated lover. Stretching your hand over the edge of what you suspected was a bridge you could feel the spray of water against your fingertips. The relief was a drug and you wasted no time in pulling yourself to the edge, reaching out for the water.

A voice interrupted the water, it called to you but you couldn’t bare to lift your head and settled for plunging into the rocky water.

Geralt wanted to apologize so badly. The moment he had said it he had felt bad, and it hadn’t gotten any better when she pushed past him, muttering she was going to take a walk he knew he couldn’t let her keep thinking he actually meant anything he had said to her. As he searched for her, he found a trail of her clothing scattered amongst the leaves.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, gathering the clothing as he went. He could hear the main river in the distance, but he prayed that she hadn’t attempted to cross. He pushed through the bushes and a silent scream left his lips as he watched her plummet from the bridge. He wasted no time diving in after her, ignoring everything he had ever been taught about the river. It pulled him away and he struggled to gain control, fighting through the surging waters to find Y/N. Water filled his mouth when he pulled above the surface to call her name and a boulder lingering beneath the surface smashed into his shoulder. He grunted and pulled himself above the surface again, his strength waning as the water tossed him around with ease. This time he caught sight of a hand clinging to a rock, fingers slipping down the smooth stone. He pushed forward, pulling through the water before she slipped away again.

Something below the surface cut through his torso and a roar of pain filled his mouth with water once again, but his hand wrapped around yours nonetheless and you both tumbled into the water. Hands wrapped around your waist and he kicked you both to the bank. Coughing and sputtering he checked for a pulse, shaking fingers pressing to your throat in desperation. As he searched, panic began to well up in his throat.

He had killed you. Oh dear god, he had killed you. The last things he ever said to you was that he wished you were gone, and now you were. Sobs bubbled inside him and he could barely breath as he clutched your shoulders, breaking as you lay lifeless before him.

Until… there it was, soft but pattering furiously. He could have cried, you were alive, you were still in his arms.

But your skin burned him. You should’ve shivering but instead every inch of you was on fire.

“Y/N, Y/N, wake up. You have to tell me what’s wrong with you,” he whispered, shaking you furiously. With a soft cough you turned over and vomited up the water you had swallowed in your exhaustion induced swim. He patted your back gently, tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he cried, but you had no interest in his apology, the blood staining his shirt was of much higher concern to you.

“Geralt, you’re bleeding,” you gasped, reaching to put pressure on the wound, but he pushed you away.

“No listen, that’s not important. I’m sorry, I drove you to try and kill yourself,” he gasped, and you shook your head, ripping off a ball of fabric to control the bleeding. “What are you doing? Stop helping me, I almost killed you.”

“Geralt!” you snapped and he glanced at you, heavy hearted, “I did not jump into that river because of what you said to me. I know you. I know you didn’t mean it. I was hot, I’m still so fucking hot.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, Geralt, I was delusional. I had no idea what was going on. It was an accident, and you saved me, so if you want me to say it, You’re forgiven. You’ve earned it.” He had finally let you bandage his wound, the shock forcing the fight out of him.

“I am sorry.”

“I know, but please, let’s just rest.” You could tell he wanted to argue, to continue begging for forgiveness, but you weren’t having it. “Please.”

“Okay,” he conceded and then, injury and all, he carried you back to camp, laying you among the shade, and insisted that never again would you try something so incredibly stupid. You assured him you wouldn’t and let your eyes close while a cool breeze washed over you, taming the fire you had tried to extinguish.

#the witcher #the witcher x reader #the witcher angst #the witcher fluff #the witcher smut #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #geralt of rivia smut #geralt of rivia fluff #geralt of rivia angst #geralt of rivia fanfic #geralt of rivia fanfiction #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fanfic

[sophrosyneadrift]

Soup’s Up, Part Four: Broccoli Cheese

You will notice that I haven’t technically labeled today’s recipe a “soup.” This is because I have reservations about calling it such. NOT because I don’t think it’s really food—bc it most CERTAINLY is—but because, to me, soup sounds like it should involve some kind of liquid. Broth…water…cream…something.

This recipe involves none of that. It’s more of a dip, actually. It DOES, however, involve a lot of fat, some protein, AND a vegetable, all suspended in a viscous substance, and thus sort of qualifies and is actually much more substantial than many soups. Thus I will include it here.

It is also the easiest & quickest goddamn thing to make, which is important because the past two weeks have been A Seasonally Depressed Time. Recipe for broccoli cheese…something…below.

- about a pound of broccoli. Fresh, frozen, whatever.

- 16 oz block velveeta cheese, cut into 1/2 in slices

- pepper to taste. You could also put other spices in, but as you will see in a moment this isn’t exactly Highbrow Food and usually I’m making it to simply get as many calories into my body as I can as fast as possible so like. Just pepper works fine for me.

- round loaf of bread, if you want to make a bread bowl out of this (highly recommended)

Put about one finger joint’s depth of water in a pot and bring to boil. Once boiling, put your broccoli in—you can use a steamer basket if you have one. I don’t. Turn heat down to medium. Let steam 3-4 minutes for frozen, 5-6 min for fresh, or until tender. Then uncover (look out from the steam! I have burnt myself doing this) and remove from heat.

(You can also just steam the broccoli in the microwave if you have the frozen kind in the steamable bag. There should be directions on the back. This is GREAT but sometimes I don’t have it, and also knowing how to steam vegetables the hard way is like an important life skill. I guess.)

Pour out whatever’s left of your water. You can use a strainer basket for this, OR you can put the lid back on the pot and kind of crack it just enough that the water will pour out, but not any of the broccoli. Don’t burn yourself.

Put your pan back on the heat. Turn down to medium low. Stir your broccoli a bit, and throw in your velveeta chunks. Let them melt, babysitting a little. DO NOT BURN THE VELVEETA BURNT VELVEETA IS TERRIBLE.

While the cheese is melting, if you’re making a bread bowl out of this, rip out the center of your round loaf to make a bowl. Rip up the center you just took out to make smaller chunks of bread and arrange around the “bowl” to your liking.

Once your cheese is melted in, add your pepper and give it all a STIR. Don’t be afraid to get a little rough. The broccoli tastes better when it’s in smaller pieces. Make sure it’s all heated through—cold velveeta is the WORST—then pour into your bread bowl.

If not eating out of a bread bowl, I still recommend eating with bread, or something else to break in on the cheesiness a bit. Eating it straight feels INCREDIBLY indulgent.

Feeds two to three hungry people. Only fill the bread bowl with however much you feel like you’ll eat in one sitting. If you have leftovers I HIGHLY recommend heating them back up on low heat on the stove—microwaving this makes it Sad.

#the wonderful world of food #soup season #news now: local cryptid chirps info the void

[butterflybaby247]

Finally let myself eat today but I regret it. Had a 6 hour shift and walked on my 30 minute break instead of eating. Also walked to work and home (so an hour of focused cardio and 5.5 hours of here and there cardio). My job is shelf stocking and standing around (no chairs bc America is insane) and I found this little thing online that calculates how many calories you burn at work based on standing vs sitting. I love it so much. Anyway, I ate today like a dumbass bc there was a party and I made a Wiccan pie! and went 73 over so I took a huge bong rip and purged a little. Here’s the count.

1/2 slice Vegan Mulled Wine Cherry pie- 147

1/2 cup Vegan Chili-125

2/3 caramel Premier protein- 100

8 oz Black Coffee-0

10 Potato wedges-245

1/2 piece Toblerone pie-110

1 Ginger Lemon Kombucha-70

Fun sized m & ms regular- 73

Funsized m& ms peanut - 70

Total- 973

I don’t really weigh my food but I measure the fuck out of it and never eat anything bigger than my fist other than Fruit and veg

#not pr0 just using tags #pr0 4n4 #anamia #tw ed related #tw ed talk #tw restriction #just ed shit #thin inspiration #disordered eating tw #i want to be skiny #just ed stuff

[adhdvane]

Talking about GW/U&F Under the Cut because it’s gunna be a long ramble

S here’s my rankings (I want to save these and post them in this entry for myself, I want to better keep track of how much I do so I can keep a log of how much stupid effort I end up putting into this godda.mn event each time to see how my progress goes) Individual:

i’m like both proud and dead (ignore dark team, this was fire favored but final rally zeus is light, so kill him with dark team). i could solo nm 100 just fine, like much better than pervious events, including the last wind gw in June 2020 (which does tell me hey, you’ve improved a lot on your fire team in the past year), it’s just soloing nm 100 took like ~10 minutes and required me paying attention. by day 3 burn out was real (despite there being no 24 hours interlude this year because of server issues delaying prelims, lol let me tell you when i went to check the prelims on my break to find out oops sorry we’re delaying prelims a day bc ppl had issues last night when we started at 3 am your time, rip). nm 95, you see, that i could make a full auto team for and just summon the devil and skill cast a couple of the skills click attack and then full auto, and ignore the game for like 4 to 4:40 minutes. so while i did do some nm 100 runs, i mostly defaulted to nm 95 (on another note i could 1 turn nm 90 with my break/od team bandit tycoon/5* tien/summer bea/5* zeta and so during prelims and round 1 that felt really good). on the one hand it hurts that i ignore my main fire set ups for favor a full auto team (rb/sieg/heles/izmir) but like how else do i survive doing that many godda.mn raids without total burn out (and i mean the only difference is playing relic buster instead of lumberjack so no using my prized ullikummi and swapping tien out for heles bc tien is less full auto friendly bc you don’t want her buff skill activating before her damage. also i mean it was nice to let heles get exp so i got her to lv 100 during the event bc i’d leveled her to 95 prior. she has some good damage nukes, and her additional atk/def down stackable meant coverage when sieg or izmir’s didn’t land properly). besides i still got to use my main fire set up and ullikummi when i did the nm 100 runs (look i love my fire ullikummi + lumberjack i will never shut up about how good it is and how happy i was i went through with it originally for a harp memeing only to discover WOW ITS JUST REALLY GOOD FOR MAINHAND PERIOD EVEN WITHOUT HARP MEMEING GRID). sure running nm 95 was. technically not optimal in terms of time/meat/tokens/honors but it was fckin optimal for my SANITY.

crew (day 4 at top - day 1 at bottom):

first of all slkdfsjk can’t believe i actually stayed above top 30,000. WOW THAT IS DEFINITELY A FIRST. third slkdjgsldf 3 of 4 won, one day i’ll get 4 of 4. tbh surprised i managed to win the last one (THE ONE AT THE TOP) (i was... i was raiding from 3 pm - 4:40 am it was bad... i wanted to hit the 400mil individual mark for the reward bc i was close and like it would suck if i was only a little bit away)... it did feel good to actually win some though, i haven’t had victories in a while because despite the fact every gw i was definitely getting more honors than i had the previous one it was getting harder to solo shit when i’m against crews with multiple ppl participating. (HELL LAST GW, THE WATER BOSSES, WAS THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET BACK INTO FCKING MAKING THE SOLO C TIER AFTER SEVERAL GW WHERE IT DIDN’T HAPPEN BECAUSE THERE WAS A BIG LEAP IN HOW MANY HONORS THAT 36,000 CREW HAD AT THE BOTTOM. also like lol at work so i can’t really start doing prelims until i get home bc i decided i wanted sleep in the morning)

other:

:) oh boy a single sunlightstone shard that’s going to sit there forever and never do anything bc how the fck am i ever going to do this 10 times. draw box fcking 50 is what i’m on. it takes 10k to empty. i would need 8k more tokens. i would get 100 tokens per extra zeus run.... im not doing 80 more zeus runs... i’ll .... just have to hit “toke draw 100 times” 21 times to use the rest of the tokens which is annoying. i guess. AND NOW WE COME TO THE REASON WHY I PUT SO MUCH GODDAMN EFFORT INTO THIS GW. gbf is a bastard man that wants me to 5* the rest of the eternals (5 of them) before i can transcend shisu to 140 ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) i hate it. so in order to get enough rev weapons to work on my next 5* i needed to 36 box for fif (i have 1 fully uncapped copy of her rev from when i was initially going to have to recruit her normally but then seeds of redemption happened in 2020 and i got her free + 50 five-star fragments, since i already had a fully uncapped copy i thought fine she’ll go next bc less weapons needed and also i have one of every other element 5* so i wanted to do her or song either way. plus maybe if i can 5* her i can actually go do that gilbert quest lol). i WOULD HAVE LOVED TO BOXED NW QUARTZ. I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE BOXED NW QUARTZ AFTER I 36 BOXED HER. BUT I KNEW IF I DID THAT, I WAS PROBABLY GOING TO INEVITABLE HIT BOX 46 BC OF THE RATE I WAS GOING AND IT WOULD FORCE ME BACK TO REV STAFFS AND I’D END UP WITH EXTRA COPIES WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN STARTING THE NEXT SET I NEED. so instead of boxing the quartz i wanted after i switch to harps and IT sUCK. also depending on if i get the harp draw from the 2000 token i have left... i might continue zeus farm until i get it bc then at least i’ll have an even uncap on my harps (4 fully uncapped, bc i actually had a 1* harp in stash already.... bc those were FROM RANDOM DROPS I’D GOTTEN FROM GW IN THE PAST)

uhg anyways... this was like one of the first times in like a very long time that i didn’t fully burn out by day 3/4. i pushed through to the end like a godda.mn maniac. even in my early days i often just went lol im done on day 4... last gw i thought i was insane bc i got like ~158mil total honors (and EARTH IS LIKE ARGUABLY MY LEAST DEVELOPED). and this time i got over 400mil :) next one is going to be hell because my wind has be improved to 100% double tia crit and i have a my developed full auto team. oh fcking boy. 

#sammy liveblogs about granblue #sammy no #dumb text post #sammy be quiet #stuff i logged for my own record but also i just need to info dump this off my chest somewhere uhg

[maribatshipper]

Mars Mission Prompt

A/N: I wrote this on Home Base. These are just random characters. They have no relation to any TV show as far as I know.

Amber smiles at the video, very happy. She waves at the video, even though she's sure she's pre-recorded. Suddenly, she stops. Something in the video sets her on edge. She looks closely next to her friend Kray-Cee.

"That's my face." Amber whispers.

The video-Amber has a smile plastered on her face, but it's obviously fake. A fake smile. Amber practiced when she was very young how to fake emotions. She's still working on crying on command, but every other emotion she has down pat. She knows when her own face is faking something.

"What's going on? Am I a clone of her? Does she know? Or is she a clone of me & she knows who I am? I'm pretty sure I need to know if I'm a clone or have a clone."

She looks again. She's definitely seeing herself. She closes the video to find-

"AMBER!"

Amber falls on the floor in shock.

"Give me a little warning, me!" Amber yells at the doppelganger who has taken up her computer's screen.

The doppelganger frowns, "Listen to me. Call me BC. You aren't in the danger they warned you of. This danger can actually kill you with a knife. You need to recall every rule of self defense & fighting if you want to survive."

Amber glares at BC, "How do I know I can trust you? I can't even trust myself to hang up decorations without setting things aflame!"

BC nods, "True. That was a weird day. I'm a carbon-copy of you. Someone took some of your DNA, made a weapon with it & some crazy science with information of domination or something, which is me, but since I'm part you, I have your memories, abilities, & morals. Plus a few crazy things they shoved into me, like how to hack into anything."

Amber asks, "Who are "They"?"

BC sighs, "Long story. For some reason, you sparked the interest, so they made a few of us- ... you. One more... deadly than the others. She doesn't exactly keep your morals, but she's kind of on our side. We call her CK. No one knows. Not Lynx, not Cray-Cee, no one. You know your headphones you brought?"

Amber nods, "Yeah... Are there sirens on Mars on something?"

BC frowns, "No. The walls have ears and the roof has eyes. Take the headphones, plug them into the phone under your pillow, then hide under the blankets on your bed."

Amber asks, "Wait... Is the bathroom compromised?"

BC hesitantly nods.

"IS NOTHING SACRED?!?!" Amber yells.

BC shrugs, "Apparently they need lessons in manners. I'm running out of time before they can hear & see you again. Remember!"

Suddenly, there's a knocking on the door.

"WHO'S KNOCKING?! I'M ON FLIPPING MARS!" Amber yells.

BC has already turned off the computer, disappearing from Amber's screen.

Amber puts a rebreather in her mouth & opens the door to find a girl passing out, collapsing into her arms. Amber drags the girl away from the door and closes it. Those blue clothes & blue hair make Amber sigh in annoyance. She pulls the rebreather out of her mouth.

"Moonwatcher. My former roommate. What are you doing here? Better question, how did you get here?" Amber frowns.

She drags her to the bed, only for Moonwatcher to shudder out of Amber's arms. Amber drops the shuddering girl. Moonwatcher opens her eyes, only for them to be glowing red.

"Now that is creepy. What happened to you? Please don't tell me you've been taken over by a Goa'uld from that show Stargate." Amber begs.

Moonwatcher laughs in a creepy deep voice.

"You aren't easing my nerves! Goa'uld have that voice thing too!" Amber screams.

Suddenly, she hears a voice in her earpiece.

"She's not really your friend! She's a fake!"

Amber gasps as she recognises her own voice coming from her earpiece.

"Throw something at her, then pretend she broke a curse by breaking it! It works wonders!"

Amber sighs & picks up the hand mirror from her bed it at Moonwatcher. Moonwatcher smashes the mirror with ease.

"Oh no! You broke the mirror of Taiki!" Amber panics.

Moonwatcher asks, "What?"

"You know, ancient artifact I took with me from earth, terrible curse if you break it? I told you this before, Luna."

Moonwatcher frowns, "I know many magic. There is no such thing."

Amber jumps onto the roof, thanks to the low gravity.

"Good luck with the curse, then!"

Moonwatcher panics, "What kind of curse?"

Amber smirks, "Grave misfortune, increased gullibility, a swift kick to the ribs!"

"I got that reference!"

Moonwatcher goes to say something when Amber kicks her in the ribs then tries to rip out her hair. Suddenly, Moonwatcher convulses & disappears.

"That is creepy. I don't think I'll be sleeping tonight." Amber frowns.

"Probably best. Don't respond to me. Everyone saw what happened."

Amber picks up the mirror pieces & puts them on her desk.

"Where's the 4th wall? I'm not sure which one to stare at when making a point & speaking to myself." Amber jokes.

There is a lot of laughing coming from her earpiece.

"For a girl who thinks she was sent to Mars on a mission of exploration instead of to a Hunger Games-like tournament, you have a good sense of humour."

Amber pales, then takes off the earpiece & puts her headphones on, pulls out her phone, plugs it in, hides under her blankets on her bed, then switches her phone full of music for the phone under the pillow.

"U better have a good explanation for this, BC. Was it U talking into my earpiece when Moony was attacking?"

BC texts back, "Nope. That's CK. The dangerous one. I'm afraid she's right. Earth sent U on a suicide mission. U want to survive? Listen to everything I tell U. Find a way off this planet! & don't die!"

Amber gulps.

***

"Do you think she'll be up to it?" A girl with blonde hair and blue eyes asks.

BC answers, "She has to be. She's the only one that can survive being attacked at random moments. You know what her siblings are like. It takes a lot to just duck an arm coming towards the back of your head on the lounge or just by walking. & that's just from the Tourrettes. You've barely survived your place, Butterfly."

"Butterfly" groans, "It's Bracha. They toughened me up. Did you tell her about me?"

BC shakes her head, "I told her no one knows, & not to trust anyone."

Bracha nods, "Good. If she knows I know, she'll trust the shapeshifters that look like me."

CK smirks, "She'll survive. She knows how to keep sane. When you're alone, you need to learn to laugh at everything, or you lose your mind or get depressed. Neither option is wanted."

BC nods, "She's got a point. I'm glad Amber watched that episode of DS9. Let's hope she'll survive. The Earth needs her... & her friends."

The clones & normal girl frown in anger.

***

"She fought 37 quite well. & defeated her." A deep voice smirks.

The Moonwatcher duplicate begs, "Please forgive me. She was quite skilled. I had no chance against her!"

"Am I hearing excuses? Hunter! Take 37 to the exercise room." The voice smirks.

37 gasps, "NO! I'll do anything! Just don't take me to the exercise room!"

Hunter grabs 37 and drags her away. The voice laughs at the clone's screams. He turns to the real Moonwatcher hanging by cuffs on her arms.

"You'll never get away with this, Damian!" Moonwatcher glares with her sharp blue eyes.

She may not like the clones, but they didn't deserve this treatment.

Damian laughs, "& who is going to stop me? Amber? You? Earth? You are all pathetic & would never stand a chance against me."

Moonwatcher growls as Damian strokes her hair. She goes to bite him & gets a smack right across her face.

"Know your place. You are nothing!" Damian glares.

Moonwatcher continues hanging by her chains, a frown permanently on her face.

"Please Amber, help us." She whispers.

She starts singing softly.

"Feel the sting of the whip on my shoulder

With the salt of my sweat on my brow

Elohim, Adonai, can you hear your people cry?

Help us now

This dark hour, deliver us

Hear our call, deliver us

Lord of all remember us, here in this burning sand

Deliver us, there's a land you promised us

Deliver us to the promised land

Eldihato vera

Ahatira vertiva

My son, I have nothing I can give

But this chance that you may live

I pray we'll meet again if he will deliver us

Deliver us

Hear our prayer, deliver us

From despair,

These years of slavery grow too cruel to stand

Deliver us, there's a land you promised us

Deliver us out of bondage and

Deliver us to the promised land

Hush now, my baby, be still now, don't cry

Sleep as you're rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember my last lullaby

So I'll be with you when you dream

River, oh river, flow gently for me

Such precious cargo you bear

Do you know somewhere he can be free?

River, deliver him there

Deliver us!"

She feels tears running down her face.

She prays, "Anyone who can hear, deliver us out of here."

These characters are just based off people on Home Base except for Damien and Hunter. I literally googled scary names for those two.

#Home Base shoutout! #Mars mission #Just random creativity

[thesuitelifeofjughead]

Riverdale Rewatch Review - Season One

Hey guys! So, as everyone knows, there’s like, this big thing happening in the world right now causing everyone to have to stay inside and a lot of people have way more free time on their hands than they know what to do with. I am one of those people. After I finish my schoolwork I find that barely even half a day has passed. What do I fill that time with? Animal Crossing. But also, watching Netflix. 

I’ve wanted to rewatch Riverdale for the longest time, and I figure that now is the best time to do it. 

So, the way this will work, I’ll give my overall thoughts and review of the season, my favorite episodes, and then I’m going to give you a play-by-play of my thoughts while rewatching each episode under the break. So, without further ado:

Overall Review

Looking at the bigger picture of everything I know Riverdale has come to be, I think the statement stands true that Season One is one of their strongest season, if not their actual strongest (Season Four has been climbing up there for me in fav seasons). 

Watching it all together, the drama seemed evenly paced, and everyone seemed to get the same amount of screen time, including characters we barely see anymore like Kevin and Reggie. There are some interesting shots, and I found myself jammin to some of the songs they had the characters sing as well as the background music. 

It was clear that they had a plan, and they knew where they were going. Hints of relationships happened WAY before they became official, and it seemed like everyone was on the same page, which is difficult to say for later seasons (which I will also be making reviews on shortly). 

For only having 13 episodes, Riverdale did an excellent job in it’s first season hooking everyone in to the drama and the mystery, including me. I believe it was after the second or third episode when this blog was created, and I’ve been here ever since. This season is responsible for why a lot of fans stuck around, and for why a lot of fans left. 

Overall, I would say it had amazing storytelling, character development, cinematic techniques, and everything else you could think of. My final rating would be a 10/10. Even if you don’t like later seasons, you can’t deny this one was really good, and had a lot of classic Riverdale moments -insert gif of Jughead saying “I’m a weirdo” here bc I tried to find it but couldn’t-. 

My personal favorite episodes: Episode 6, Episode 10, Episode 13

Rewatch Thoughts

Episode 1: 

It’s so clear right from the start that Veronica likes Archie oh my god

I love Betty Cooper dance parties and I want more of them

Wow I hate Alice from the very beginning

Fred Andrews was the best parent on Riverdale from the very beginning. Period.

Maybe the show is more consistent than I thought. Archie was dumb since season one episode one for lying to his dad. 

Veronica was so supportive of Betty and Archie we stan a supportive friend

Oh my god did we all collectively forget that Archie dated a freaking TEACHER?!

JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS MY HEART I love and miss them 

Jughead was such a broody lil boy wasn’t he oh my gosh Betty really did change him for the better didn’t she

“Whatever happened with Betty, just talk to her. It’ll go a long way” We stan a king who wants open communication from the beginning yas Jughead

Episode Rating: 8/10

Episode 2: 

God, the teacher is so manipulative

Oh god i’m gonna have to relive the dark Betty arc aren’t I

This rewatch is just gonna further my love for Jughead. He was the smartest one since day one

WAIT i completely forgot they changed Reggie’s actor oh my goodness

Episode Rating: 5/10

Episode 3: 

there was a mention of Greendale in the VERY FIRST SEASON 

The only good thing Penelope Blossom ever did was punch Alice Cooper and that’s that on that

I love the early journalism relationship between Betty and Jughead

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 4:

Ya’ll I miss jughead narrating at the beginning and end of every episode

THE TWILIGHT DRIVE IN. I MADE SO MANY FANFICTIONS SET THERE AWH

Jug was so upset over the drive in my HEART. Jughead had a JOB. Am I the only one who forgot that? 

He called her Betts and she called him Juggy their already in a relationship let’s face it. 

“It’s like my home” AWH JUG IT WAS HIS HOME MY HEART

Ya’ll remember how INSANE the reveal of Jughead’s dad was?

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 5:

Why would he have to run away from mommy and daddy? BECAUSE DADDY DID IT JUG YOURE SO SMART

Everyone was so SHADY in season one 

THE FREAKING SNAKE IN THE BOX

This was the episode with Jughead’s stupid cute smile in his stupid cute hat and stupid cute tux my heart

Remember when Fred and Hermione had that thing? Yeah me neither I hate it

Episode Rating: 8/10

Episode 6:

Wow makes sense that Polly joined a cult, she’s so fragile from everything that’s happened to her 

I love the early music in this show

Betty straight up asks Hal if he killed Jason Blossom. OMG Alice goes “You think he has the stomach or that?” UHM hate to break it to ya but your dad is,,, oof

ITS THE HEY JULIET EPISODE AWH

WAIT THAT MEANS

The little “also” and his voice cracks I’m

FIRST BUGHEAD KISS FIRST BUGHEAD KISS

“In the middle of our moment” ICONIC

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 7:

the episode in which we find out Jughead is living in the school

“Don’t tell Betty” they’re already so in love I swear

Jughead walking Betty home is literally the softest thing

The farm was a part of the plot from SEASON ONE oh my god

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 8:

I’m p sure this is just a filler episode

Oh wait it’s the reveal to Archie and Fred that FP is a serpent

WAIT ITS THE BABY SHOWER SCENE

“It’s totally on my bucket list” we don’t deserve Jughead

the LOOKS Archie got when he walked into that baby shower

Can you believe how normal it became to be a part of the serpents? And in the beginning it was such a big deal? Like Arch, hate to break it to you, you become an honorary serpent one day

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 9:

Riverdale season one really be hitting different. It’s so,, innocent lol, and that’s sayin something 

The Blossoms are a cult all their own I’m just sayin

“That was a joke, you hobo” ICONIC

Otherwise known as the episode where Alice throws a rock at a window

The parents really do be acting like teenagers tho

ALSO known as the episode where Veronica rips of her pearls

YOOO remember when Cheryl kissed Archie? That was a moment

Episode Rating: 9/10

Episode 10:

oh my god this is the birthday episode isn’t it

OH NO

lmao Ronnie was Tik Tok dancing before it was cool huh

The movie part of the party was so pure awh

oh god the creepy birthday song

i hate it

I HATE ITTTT

Cheryl arrives to mess shit UP

We love that Bughead took this as a learning experience and Jughead has never had a birthday party since

“In CaSe YoU HaVeN’t NoTiCEd, I’m WeiRd. I’m A weiRDo. I DoN’t FiT iN aNd I DoN’t WaNnA FiT in. HAvE YoU eVeR SeeN mE WiThOuT ThiS HaT oN? THAT’S WEIRD.”

Jughead was so opposed to letting her in my heart

Just let her love you Jug

Dilton’s actor also changed and we just,, let it slide? oof my guys

THE PUNCH. he DEFENDS his WOMAN

the first sign of FP bein a good dad, telling Jughead not to run away from Betty. We stan a father who’s basically responsible for Bughead.

The reveal that Alice lived on the south side was also in this episode. 

THE FIRST TIME JUG TOOK OFF HIS BEANIE

their first heart to heart ya’ll I love them

This is the softest scene point blank period

When I said I hated it before? Yeah I lied I love this episode

The episode where Archie and Ronnie also officially got togther kinda?? Wow so much happened this episode

Episode Rating: 10/10

Episode 11:

Hail our fair RIVERDALLEEEE

YOOO you remember when FP literally was an accomplice to MURDER and then they let him become sheriff? Man, what a time

Ya’ll why did they hurt Jughead so much in the first season my heart

Yo THIS is why they have such good communication in later seasons

he’s being FRAMED

Episode Rating: 7/10

Episode 12:

oh my goodness the tollbooth scene 

OW

The second time his beanie is off

he looks so SAD ouch

He just stood there and TOOK Cheryl’s punches someone save my poor boy

THE REVEAL THAT THE BLOSSOMS AND COOPERS ARE RELATED AH

They watched the videooooo

Episode Rating: 9/10

Episode 13:

The camera work around this table is really interesting. It’s literally circling them at the lunch table. SPEAKING OF LUNCH TABLES, why haven’t we seen them eating lunch at school for like two seasons lol 

“I’m with Jughead now”

God Penelope Blossom is so melodramatic

Can i just say thank GOD Fred never sold Andrew’s Construction

Oh my god the locker scene. The way he cups her cheek and takes her away

Jughead going to South Side High without telling anyone I’m

Cheryl on the ice

Remember when KJ literally broke his arm bc of the dedication to this scene

BURN THE HOUSE TO THE GROUND

the I love you scene my hEART

His beanie is off and the way he says I love you I”M CRYING

Oh god this song

I made so many fanfictions about this freaking scene with the jacket I’m

We all thought it was so BAD to be a serpent and yet they all literally become one over the next two seasons I’m. the fandom had NO IDEA

“Juggy”

The looks they give each other I’m laughing

Cheryl starring into the FLAMES

OH MY GOD WAIT THIS CLIFFHANGER IS SO MUCH MORE SAD NOW NOOOOO. This didn’t age well I’m.

HE SHOOK HIS HEAD HE WAS PROTECTING ARCHIE

But also,, Black Hood Intro? Oof.

Episode Rating: 10/10

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If you got this far, thank you for reading my rambles! Season Two rewatch is up next!

#Riverdale #Jughead #Jughead Jones #Cole Sprouse #Betty #Betty Cooper #Season One #Bughead

[loseyoutoloveme]

rare first impressions review

a “first impressions” review instead of a straight up review since my opinions will def change over time

RARE:

i’ve been listening to the demo for over a year and it’s so cool to see how different it sounds w her voice

“burning toast in the toaster” is such an offbeat lyric. almost jarring in its banality, i love it

the glo up from revival to this....... going from wondering “maybe i should be more like her” in perfect to shouting “i’m not gonna beg for you, i’m not gonna let you make me cry, not getting enough from you, didn’t you know i’m hard to find?” we love a liberated queen so much

this is super fun and great but i played the shit out of the demo in 2018 which makes it feel a lil less exciting. i should have waited rip. still love it tho.

9/10

DANCE AGAIN:

“confidence is throwing your heart through every brick wall”

this is so different?????? love to see experimentation, not my fav sound she’s ever tried out i don’t think, but i do like it, v fun

“all the trauma’s in remission” (trauma or drama????? idk)

sounds very starboy inspired at times, at least abelena gave us this

“vulnerable ain’t easy, believe me, but i go there”

actually, almost a return to stars dance at moments???? in a way more mature, fully realized way... which is so cool when the whole theme of the album and its imagery seems to be looking back at your past self and celebrating yourself for overcoming so much, and also, like she said taylor told her, reclaiming the happiness that has been taken from you and letting yourself return to a happier version of yourself, the truest version of yourself that wasn’t being pulled down and abused. like stars dance was her big dance edm record and i know it’s not a celebrated work of hers lol but there is so much beauty in making a song that says “feels so good to dance again” and going back to that sound for 1 song, remembering what it’s like to feel light, to just dance.

(adding this after my second listen: WAY better with a second listen)

7.5/10

LOOK AT HER NOW:

a forever bop

we love her

“of course she was sad but now she’s glad, she dodged a bullet, took a few years to soak up the tears but look at her now watch her go”

8.5/10

LOSE YOU TO LOVE ME:

yes yes yes yes yes yes

we stan forever

“this dancing was killing me softly, i needed to hate you to love me”

absolutely the rawest, most vulnerable track in her discography, which is saying a lot

“in 2 months you replaced us like it was easy, made me think i deserved it in the thick of healing”

i think what i love so much about this era, about the things that she’s saying in interviews, about the messages she’s sharing in these lyrics so far, is like... not apologizing to her abuser, not making excuses for him, not letting his actions destroy her confidence. comparing the lyrics of revival to this, it’s so clear that there’s been such a change in mentality, such a maturing process, that revival was very much still in the midst of it all and that it’s finally over now. no “i’ll always have love for him,” no “everything happens for a reason,” no “i miss you,” no “what did i do wrong?” there is SO much strength in saying “actually, you know what i really didn’t deserve that and i do not love you anymore and losing you is the best thing that ever happened to me” and simply leaving it at that. forgiveness and love is NOT always essential to moving on!! sometimes that chronic forgiveness is just detrimental and the best thing u can do for yourself is say “FUCK YOU” and leave.

10/10

RING:

“i’m one in a billion baby, don’t you agree?”

this sounds SOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOOOOOODDDDDD

nothing else to say like...... period....... 

100000/10

VULNERABLE:

“wrap your arms around my weakness”

this is not at all what i expected and is so good

saw everyone saying this is delicate’s sister and it’s so true

the strength and beauty in being completely devastated by a person and still being like... i won’t let it make me cold....... :(

9/10

PEOPLE YOU KNOW:

now this is camouflage’s sister. i love that nostalgia is at the core of so many of selena’s songs like wow she’s truly a cancer huh...... the pain of growing up and becoming a different person and knowing you need to let go of a person that you experienced so much with in such formative years but letting go of them feels like not only letting go of the good memories but letting go of the self that you were when they loved you, when things were good...... ugh

“i never know when enough is enough” hit me right in the heart

this sounds so good... incorporating the edm sound that she experimented with in the droplets but not going all the way there, just kind of letting it exist in that in between....... love

10/10

LET ME GET ME:

“me and this spiral are done, burn this camouflage i’ve been wearing for months, tryna let a little happy in for once” BEAUTIFUL

“take that tired heart and go and turn it inside out” wow.....

this is so sexy and empowering

noticing ur tendency to self-sabotage and overthink and be toxic towards urself..... when ur so used to toxicity and pain that u forget what it’s like to live without it...... but then breaking that pattern and letting urself just LIVE for a moment......

i’m still thinking about “me and this spiral are done, burn this camouflage i’ve been wearing for months” like wtfffffff 

it’s like a self-aware, realistic me & my girls lol 

i didn’t expect to like this one tbh bc it kinda faded into the background of the tracklist and i forgot it existed, but she snapped

9/10

CROWDED ROOM:

her voice sounds so cute and suits this sound so well

“yeah i was afraid but you made it safe, i guess that is our combination, said you feel lost, well so do i” SOFFFFTTTTT.... TENDERRRRRR

again, honestly didn’t expect to totally love this one but I LOVE THIS ONE!!!!!!

“the world keeps on spinning but i ain’t dizzy yet”

this 6lack feature fits well and is a great addition, his voice really suits the song

1000/10

KINDA CRAZY:

an original sg2 track we stan

“but slowly all the sugar, it went to waste” :(

say my name vibes in the chorus lyrics. love!

“you’ve been lyin just for fun, luckily no damage done” LOVE!

“now you’re treatin me like i’m insane... YOU’RE insane!” SNAPPPPPEDDDDD OMG..... YESSSS BITCHHHH

oh my god the snippet that we’ve been listening to for 3 years lol

this is...... STELLARRRRRR BITCH!!!!!

10/10

FUN:

“my kind of trouble likes your trouble too”

the sigh before the chorus!!!! 

I LOVEEEE THIS

“you get me higher than my medication” we-

this is rare’s hands to myself tbh

this chorus is so good 

9.5/10

CUT YOU OFF:

i was most excited for this one!!! based off the snippets she shared in the trailer

“gotta chop chop all the extra weight, been carrying you for fourteen hundred sixty days, gotta gotta gotta clean my slate” OOOOOOOF

“HOW COULD I CONFUSE THAT SHIT FOR LOVE” AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

this chorus is EXACTLY my vibe tbh this song was made for me lmao

“i imagine all the endless places i could know with a drop drop and i’ll let you go, all the possibilities i got from head to toe, yeah they’d yeah they’d yeah they’d start to show” WHEW BITCH!!!!!!! realizing this dead fucking weight is holding you down... realizing you will be FREE you will be GOOD you will be HAPPY without him. the way that dropping him will be liberating and will open up the whole world for you!!! AHHH! LOVE YOURSELF FIRST!!!!

this guitar solo, ABSOLUTE chef’s kiss! selena GETS me!

10000000/10 YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

A SWEETER PLACE:

“red lips french kiss my worries all away” ummmmmmm *billy eichner voice* GO LESBIANS LET’S GO HERE WE GO LESBIANS HERE WE GO LESBIANS COME ON

“felt what real is like” 🥺

“I CAN’T BELIEVE I CAN BE LOUD, HOLDING HANDS WITH THE DARKNESS AND KNOWING MY HEART IS ALLOWED” THE BEST LYRIC IN HER DISCOGRAPHY THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

tbh i don’t really love the chorus except for the “oo-oo-oo-oo” part at the end but it works with the song and is something i’ll love with time

kid cudi’s verse really adds to the song, i’m glad the features are used to add to the song rather than just being thrown in out of nowhere

8.5/10

#selena gomez #rare #yall don't have to read this i just had to put my thoughts somewhere and i like to write these and look back at them later

[takemealivelh]

If requests are still open, can you do a Luke Hemmings x reader where it’s that cocktail chats, and the reader is the one directing & filming bc she’s known for being good at both so they get her down to do it. Luke has a massive crush on her, either before she shows up or when she does show up and he’s thinking “shit” lmao. So when they get really shitfaced, he says something on camera about her & gradually starts hitting on her until he asks her out lol

ALRIGHT! This took me forever but I DID IT! Proud of this one (I think)

This one’s for ya!

(Luke’s POV)

One of our strong points as a band, besides creating and performing music we believe in, is how we interact with our fans. They know us, they know we're up for a good time and we don't shy away from making fools out of ourselves. The Cocktail Chats seemed like a good idea to get it all together in one project. That was until I found out who was directing and filming.

"She should be here any second" Ashton scrolled through his phone. We were waiting for the crew to set up the cameras, lighting and audio at his kitchen, and we'd gotten there a few hours before just to help him clean up. 

"Who?" I made the dumb mistake of asking. Michael, Calum and Ashton looked at me wide-eyed with the biggest looking frown on their faces. "What?"

"Are you fucking serious? We discussed this weeks ago, mate" Michael shook his head. He immediately started laughing when I didn't reply, "okay, maybe your brain has been pushing it to the back so you didn't shit your pants every day we got closer to filming." Ashton laughed along and high-fived our guitarist. None of them answered my question, though.

I looked for Calum's face, but he didn't help me out either. 

The doorbell rang, "she's here!" Ashton smiled and got up from his spot on the kitchen table. 

"This is going to be good" Michael laughed under his breath before pushing himself off the countertop and walking towards the front door behind Ash. "Hey!" I heard him yell in excitement and a few other voices greeting them. "Hey man, you drove everyone here?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did. I wasn't going to miss this, you four getting drunk and discussing music?" Alex's voice was unmistakable, and I was glad he'd come around, "wouldn't fucking miss it, also I wanted to help. Where are the other two? We need to set all this equipment."

"Cal! Luke! Don't be dicks and come help out"

When I got to the front door and saw Ashton's arm around her shoulders, her hands holding a camera tripod, I felt the colour fade from my face. 

Maybe Mike was right.

-

"Can you move a little bit closer to the mic, Cal? Please?"

I saw her giving directions, saw her being her charming professional self. Carrie seemed to have everything under control but never stopped being the lovely person she is. When Ashton stood next to her, asking her about how they'd bring the concept to life, she explained her vision with such eloquence that I decided I could listen to her talk about her work for hours. She was a smart, creative, kind person. I was crushing so hard on her.

"Keep the drool to a minimum," I felt someone nudge my shoulder and saw Alex with a smug smirk behind me, getting ready the shots and cocktails we were about to drink. "You're not subtle, Luke. And I worry about how you'll act when you've got some drinks in you."

I rolled my eyes, "I can be professional, mate. Thanks for the confidence boost, though."

"I'm just saying," he laughed.

-

"Everyone does a shot and then we start with introductions, sounds good?" Carrie smiled from behind the camera. "Ashton, you go first. And... we're rolling."

The red light lit up and I felt my hands starting to sweat. I only needed to play it cool, just for a couple of hours. I'd been drunk before, and I'd been drunk before around her as well. It never went bad, but maybe because Cal had to drag me out of the party before I embarrassed myself. 

"Let it begin..."Ashton did a shot and the rest of us followed suit. I tried to be cool and impress her by being expressionless as the burning alcohol went down my throat. 

It didn't work.

"Hello, I'm Ashton, I'm the drummer in the band..."

"Hello, for everyone out there who doesn't know who I am, I'm Calum Hood..."

"I'm Michael, I play guitar in 5 seconds of summer..."

"I'm Luke..." my brain completely betrayed me when I saw her smile from the other side of the camera, "I'm NOT 6'4, I'm 6'2 at best..."

The more drinks I got in me, the sloppier I got, the stupider I got, the more I embarrassed myself. 

Oh god, she was so pretty when she laughed at my dumb jokes. 

"Can you tell him to say it without the word genius?" I heard her faintly over the loud mess we had going on. Ashton repeated the question I swear I saw a smirk on her face.

Of course, I messed up, again. 

-

"I think we need a break" 

"I think we need like 3 breaks," Mike was slouched on the floor next to the camera, "I can't concentrate for shit. Hey, man! When did you get here?"

The kitchen was quickly getting more crowded. When Ashton said that he started a party because he got drunk, he wasn't joking. From 8 people, we were now at 25. My words were starting to spill out of my mouth without any filter and I was partly worried that I would profess my undying love for her in front of everyone. But I was also feeling a bit confident, every time I made her laugh or blush -even faintly- I felt good. Maybe she liked me as well.

"You want a drink?" I offered her a glass of some cocktail we were drinking. Carrie smiled at me and showed me the half-empty glass in her hand. "Oh, you already have one. You want another one after that?"

"Luke! Stop giving her drinks, mate! You're so unprofessional"

Ashton laughed from the other side of the kitchen, slurping the rest of his cocktail, "we're discussing music while we're getting drunk, Cal. I think professional flew out the window a few hours ago"

She smiled at me and sipped the rest of her drink. Was I imagining things or was she maintaining a playful eye contact with me? Was it my vivid desires playing tricks to my drunken mind or was she running her hand up and down my arm? "I like you in this shirt, it suits you" she whispered.

I think my heart almost stopped beating.

- 

"Guys, you can do it. Only two more songs, alright?"

Michael and Cal made their way around the kitchen, trying to get everyone either to stay quiet or to go party on the backyard. Ashton was bopping his head to the beat of Empty Wallets.

The first piano part has always reminded me of N'Sync's Bye Bye Bye, and since we were all pretty shitfaced by now, decency had left the room a while ago. 

"I'm not gonna play anymore because that is fire"

"Wow"

"Pure Fuego"

"You're gonna burn down your house, Ash"

I could see Carrie trying to contain the laughter as we all teased Ashton.

"Thank you, audience participants. That was very supportive."

I sat next to her as the rest of the band did their part of the video. I saw Alex's cheeky grin at me, and Mike's eyebrows wiggle at me when Carried shifted in the stool and subtly brushed her body against mine. I thought my body wouldn't be able to take that much heat.

-

We had finished talking about Ghost Of You and now we were doing the Deluxe tracks of the album. But it was likely that none of that footage was going to end up in the actual videos. We were absolutely smashed. Michael had to go out to take some air, Cal went out for a smoke and Alex and Ash followed to spend some time with all the people they had invited over.

It was just me and Carrie.

"Alright, Luke. Monsters Among Men. What's it mean?"

"Er..." my mind was racing five hundred thoughts at the speed of light. Her hair had been put up in a ponytail because the temperature in the room had gone up quickly in the past 20 minutes. She had a few strands of hair stuck with sweat to her skin and the cleavage exposed by her v-neck shirt was glistening. I couldn't focus. 

She gave me a sly smile, "are you gonna talk, or?"

"You're cute" I blurted out.

"You're drunk"

The way her nose crinkled when she teased me, the way the lighting hit the side of her face, the way she wiped the sweat off her forehead with two fingers... I needed to ask her out. "You're still cute when I'm sober, though"

"Wow, real smooth, Hemmings"

"I try"

Her laugh was enough to give me the last boost of confidence.

"You wanna go out with me? Not tonight, I won't be good company if I'm about to throw up all the time"

Carrie laughed and turned the camera off. "Alright, no deluxe," she said under her breath, shaking her head. I could feel my throat starting to close, she was breathtaking and I had asked her out and she wasn't replying and oh my god did I make a dick move?

"I'm free next week," she smiled.

Thank fucking god, "it's a date then."

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