#This is actually Amazing i'm eating this up with a fork and knife.

[moon-blanket]

I Finished the Imperium-- here are my findings.

Welcome to the Imperium / Your Place Amongst Magic

Not much to note, Echo wasn't as scary as I thought. I was more so "oooooh"ing and "aaaah"ing about the cool set up. I love me a good tragedy.

Hunted Down by an Obsessive Water Elemental

Kody why do you sing for so long. Please stop.

Blake's "But I'm not-" when being referred to as a Dreamwalker. That's clever, I see what happened here.

VINDEMIATOR !!!! WOOO !!!! I was So afraid that he was gonna be Mean the Whole Time. But I get putting up appearances. He slayed though.

A Desperate Incubus Asks For Your Help

The immediate tone change from Vindemiator oouugu guh YEAH.

Him apologizing if he scared us i'm going to Weep and Sob. The comeback of "living and being alive are two different things" had me shaking the bars of my enclosure. Oh yeah, that's my baby.

I will do Anything for you sir. I will die for this cause.

Hell YEAH getting Kody's ass. Get the fuck outta here baby !

"What are you gonna do, fuck me to death?" return also !!! we love callbacks.

At an Enforcer's Mercy

Vin's little thing about Not wanting to talk about what just happened, how it's just another means of survival :(((

HUXLEY NOOOOO. Huxley baby this isn't like you. Where are your mothers.

Freelancer standing up for Vindemiator when Huxley starts to punch him !!!!! Soulmates in every universe I'm tellin' ya.

Alone with the Fanatical Academy President

Would you hate me if i said I was kinda into it. I was a little Scared, but I get it a little bit.

His whole story about how he got where he is, golly ! that's a little frightening !! And his condescension when Freelancer keeps asking about Vin !!! ouu u ugh that was Something.

Uncomfortable Truths with a Hopeless Demon

Avior !!! Hi Avior. I didn't know that the Haven was a sort of ploy ! It does make sense in the long-term. The Imperium can take any power it gets huh.

And it's Starlight !! can these two not get trapped in a hell for like 5 seconds.

Oh there's the kicker !! an apocalypse !!! I knew this was happening, but hearing the characters acknowledge it !! uhoh !!

His little speech about how No One listens to him and how he goes to the roof to scream at stars :(( What if i Cry.

Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial

I knew Damian was King-Imperial. I knew Angel was his Consort. Still in awe.

Angel has Very Valid concerns and Damian just brushes them off with "I'm the King" !!

Him freezing/tracing them so they couldn't move during their argument >:(( What the fuck sir. This is not love !!

Turned by a Devious Vampire

Do you think this is what Sam is going to do now that he's kinda left the Solaire Clan. The dentist part, not the mass-maker part. Could you imagine.

Regardless, he seemed nicer than I thought. A little nerve-wracking for sure, but there was Some kindness there. Poor Baby though, and Poor Ivan afterward.

The fucked up cycle of mass-making is crazy. No wonder the Meridian is Dying.

Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

This one i was Most excited for. Imperium Pack Fics are some of my Favorites. I did kick my feet a little when Milo showed up. Sweetheart still being his mate :') once again soulmates in every universe.

ASHER !!! EJ, I understood before but now. I see the whole picture now. I immediately folded.

Him mentioning David and Darlin' OUCH !!! He misses his mate so much. I didn't know it was bc Christian and Amanda were off fucking !! what !!!

Babe asking if he's okay after chewing Christian out, and actually holding a conversation with them-- even if it's an interrogation a little bit. And once he finds out their agenda he takes them to the Den oh my god it's happening guys.

I ate this audio up. I think it's my favorite so far.

Claimed by Two Sadistic Vampires

What the actual fuck is happening right now !!! I mean good riddance Adam, but what !!!

Welcome Back

yeah yeah Echo thank you so much. I do now understand why everyone is afraid that it's constantly raining in the Prime Universe now though !! I get it !!! I'm afraid too !!!

The little bit at the end with Asher and David, and how David just wants to spend time with his best friend before the E&E Games :') that was a really nice touch and also. hurts a lot after the Inversion and Imperium !

It's time for the Cataclysm. I'm sure all of my thoughts will Drastically Change lmfao.

I gotta re-read some Fics first though ;)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted imperium #moon's thoughts #This is actually Amazing i'm eating this up with a fork and knife.

[intoanotherworld23]

Love On Camera IV

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mild smut in this chapter there’s dirty talk, and lots of dry humping and thoughts of sex

Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish it as your own or I will have you reported✨

Part 3 Part 5

Scrambling around in the kitchen as you tried to prepare a nice meal for you and Chris. Extremely nervous to have him over, and to think this was somewhat of a date.

Making sure your makeup and hair looked good enough for him. Wanting nothing more to impress this man, and make him fall head over heels for you. Although that seemed like a dream you still couldn't help but hope for a romance to blossom.

Stirring the chicken around in the sauce before placing them on a big plate. Shuffling the rice as you sprinkled some spices on top of it. The aroma of the different scents hitting your nose making your mouth water.

Just then a knock came from the front door making you jump. Straightening your outfit out which was extremely casual and comfy since the two of you weren't actually going anywhere.

Opening the door to see Chris's smiling face as he wore a white knit sweater, and dark blue jeans. His hair perfectly slicked back making you want to run your fingers through it. It was crazy how hot this man could be easily make you.

"Welcome." You greeted as you opened the door wider indicating for him to walk inside. "Perfect timing the food is ready."

"Smells amazing." He complimented as he sniffed around the kitchen. "Turn on for me when a woman can cook."

"Thanks to all those cooking shows I watched." Scooping up the rice and putting it on each of your plates.

Once you had the plates smothered with food you placed them on either side of the table. Chris took his spot licking his lips as he looked at all the food in front of him.

"Would you like something to drink?" Asking he you opened up the cabinet to your liquor bottles.

"I'll take some red wine if you have it." Grabbing a bottle you filled a glass for him and yourself. "Thanks."

As the two of you sat in peace eating your meal you started to feel a sense of calm. Nothing felt awkward or uncomfortable. Things felt right between the two of you like this is how it was meant to be.

Making small talk in between mouthfuls of food. Cracking up a couple of jokes making you laugh trying not to spray wine across the table. It was obvious he felt comfortable being around you.

A part of you was hoping after tonight this would become a daily thing. That he would want to start seeing you outside of work more. Or that the two of you would quit the adult film industry, and pursue another way to make money.

"The food was absolutely delicious." He spoke after he placed his knife and fork on the plate. "I'll have to come over more often."

"I would absolutely love that." Sounding a little more excited than you intended. "I mean sounds wonderful."

"Are you okay?" He asked out of blue knowing he was referring to earlier. "I mean after your session with Johnny."

"Yeah I'm okay." Nodding your head as you looked down at your hands in your lap. "I'm not used to stuff like that, but I'm really okay."

"Good because you and I are going to really start drinking." He clapped his hands together as he walked over to your liquor cabinet.

Grabbing a bottle of tequila as he walked over to you with a mischievous grin. Sheepishly smiling back at him as your mind was starting to race. Surely this night was going to end in something happening between you two.

"Cheers." Clinking your shot glasses together before he downed the liquid. He made it look so easy.

Quickly downing yours feeling the burn running down your throat. Scrunching you're face up making him chuckle at you. You were never one to handle your liquor that well.

He was quick to pouring another one and this time you took it at the same time he did. His eyes were glued to yours the whole time making you feel a little flustered. Your cheeks felt enflamed right now from his intense stares.

"Let's play a game." He spoke after you both downed your fourth shot you glanced over to him. Shrugging his shoulders at the suggestion. "Could be a way for us to get to know each other."

"Why the fuck not." You don't if that was more of a question or statement. "What game did you have in mind?"

"How about twenty questions?" He suggested and you thought to yourself that was a simple and harmless game.

"Yeah sure." He beamed when you approved of the game. "How do you play again?"

"I'll ask you a question and then you ask me a question." That seemed simple enough. "But if you refuse to answer a question you have to take a shot."

You knew this wasn't going to be a simple game. It seemed like he had a hidden agenda behind everything. Maybe he really did just want to get to know you or see what kind of person you were. Knowing him so far things were going to become dirty.

Hearing the rules you downed your fifth shot of the night. The buzz was already taking in affect, and he could tell. He just laughed at how much of a risk taker you were trying to be right now. All you wanted was fun tonight, and he was going to give that to you.

"I'll go first." He stated and you just nodded sitting back nervous as hell. "What's your favorite color?"

"Uh it's Y/F/C." His question threw you off you expected him to go with something dirty. "What's your favorite animal?"

"Wolf." That answer didn't surprise you what so ever." What's your favorite movie?"

"Y/F/M." These questions were easier than you expected them to be." What's your favorite movie?"

"Lady and the tramp." You looked at him like he had grown two heads and started to laugh. You never expected that to be his answer.

"Really?" It really did come as a surprise that such a heart felt movie could possibly be his favorite.

"Shut up I like Disney movies." This time he started to laugh with you. He playfully pushed your shoulder making you laugh even harder.

"Wow how manly of you." Puffing out your chest and striking arm poses like a body builder. He just shook his head at you to which you stopped laughing. "I promise I won't say anything scouts honor."

"Alright you little shit let's keep playing." He downed a quick shot. "What's your favorite hobby?"

"I like to read." Feeling embarrassed by your answer but he seemed to like it since he smiled. "If you could live anywhere where would it be?"

"I would have to say Paris. The most beautiful city in the world." That sounded absolutely romantic and you weren't expecting that. "Do you masturbate?"

If your cheeks weren't on fire before they were now. He just sat there with a smug grin on his face. He had you right where he wanted you. This is was the game he actually wanted to play with you. Otherwise how could these questions go from innocent to dirty.

You really shouldn't be shy when he asked this question. The two of you fucked people for a living in front of multiple people. If anything you would have no hesitation to answer these type of questions.

He was staring at you so intensely right now you just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. You were kind of drunk right now, and somewhat turned on by his question.

"Yeah I do." You answered honestly thanks to the five shots that were now hitting you. "Do you use handcuffs?"

"Yes I do." He winked at you making you take another shot. The room was getting hotter all of a sudden. "Do you like to be spanked?"

"No." He looked shocked at your response making you look down at your now clammy hands. "I mean yeah I do."

"I could always spank you." He remarked making your eyes go wide making him laugh. "Don't worry I won't do that to you."

Not understanding why suddenly you were cowering in a shell around him. It was something about him that had you feeling shy and innocent. You wanted to impress and attract him so he would want you back.

"I mean unless you really want me to?" He started to lift his hips up like he was about to approach you making you gulp.

"No I'm good." You answered rather quickly making him smirk at how he got to you.

It seemed like the room was getting smaller and smaller. The longer you looked at him the more you started to realize just how beautiful this man really was. He had such soft looking skin with a little bit of scruff across his chin.

His eyes were like a light blue with a hint of green. It reminded you very much of the ocean. Eye lashes so thick he could blow you away with them. Small freckles sprinkled across his face giving him more of an innocent and sweet appearance.

Chris coughed breaking you from your trance of staring at him like a weirdo. Looking away from him wanting to avoid the judgement he probably had across his face of you basically checking him out.

"Okay my turn what's your favorite position?" You wanted to cover your face but frayed from doing that.

"When a girl is riding me cow girl." That had your heart beating faster, and you clenching your thighs together. All you could picture was doing that with him.

"Are you picturing doing that with me right now?" A huge smirk across his face as he was looking into your eyes.

"Yes." Slapping a hand over your mouth with how quickly you answered that. You just wanted to get the attention off of you as soon as possible. "Do you watch porn?"

Instead of answering the question Chris reached across grabbing you pulling you onto his lap making you squeal. Your hands landed on his shoulders to keep yourself balanced. Legs on either side of his, and your chest practically in his face.

Both of you staring into each other's eyes, and there was clear sexual tension between you two. His hands on your hips that started to make your body move against his. Taking the hint that he wanted you to start grinding against him.

"Don't get shy on me now Y/N." He shook his head at you teasingly with a smile. "Show me what a vixen you really are."

Slowly moving your hips against him feeling him harden beneath you. His eyes were glazed over and all you could see was hunger and lust. Your panties were starting to become wet with desire. The fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit making you moan.

"Yes baby moan for me." He groaned in your ear as his hands squeezed the skin on your hips. He was probably trying to control himself, and not completely take over scaring you.

Although you would have no problem with him taking over you completely. Your insides clenching at the thought of riding his cock right now. Feeling him slam his hips up into you hitting your pelvis.

This felt like such an intimate moment right now. Something that a couple would be doing to keep that spice in their relationship. It felt like you two were the only people in this world, and nothing was coming between you two.

"The things I wanna do to you." He growled he watched your hips moving against his lap. "To have you all night."

"Begging for my cock until your in tears." The thought of crying just for his cock had you whimpering.

Feeling the liquor completely take over your body you started to really grind against him. Pressing down harder on his crotch so it was his turn to moan this time. Leaning his head against your shoulder the faster you started to hump him.

"Oh god." You moaned when the pressure of your clothes and his jeans pressing against your clit made your lower stomach tingle.

"I want you to cum at the thought of my cock going inside your pussy." His words had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Just feel me baby."

His words encouraging you a lot more than you were expecting them to. Between his hands, his dirty words being whispered into your ear, and his extremely hard cock pressed against your crotch you were probably going to cum sooner than you thought.

Your hips moving in a way almost as if you were really fucking him. Both of your moans filling the room making it echo. Thank god you didn't have any roommates or else this would have been incredibly awkward.

"Bet your pussy is soaked for me." Feeling a shudder rack his body at the thought of feeling you in this moment. "Tight little pussy sucking me in."

His lips attaching themselves to your neck sucking on the flesh lightly. The blood rising to the surface of your skin. He was probably leaving his mark.

"Just like that sweetheart." Feeling his hands gripping your hips tightly surely leaving a bruise. "God I wanna fuck you so bad."

"I know you're getting closer sweetheart." He mumbled against your neck. Sweat forming on his forehead, and on the back of your neck.

"I want to feel your cock." You have no idea where this horny girl came from, but you surely were enjoying her.

You were never the type of woman to become this horny. It was different being horny for work, but to be this way in real life was a whole new person. Intimacy was not something you were used to. It was rough sex you were used to.

"I know baby next time right now you need to focus on you." Hearing that encouraged you to move faster.

You probably looked like a mad woman the way you were moving on top of him. Grinding your body against his like an animal in heat. Rushing to reach your release and using his body to get to it. Neither of you cared though since you were both feeling good at this moment.

It felt like you were living in a fantasy right now. Grinding heavily on top of a man that was way too attractive for you. Maybe it was the liquor and it was just making you two horny. Or maybe it was true feelings that were coming to light.

Either way all you could do was bask in the moment right now. Having been a long time since anyone has touched you like this. It felt nice to be touched like this, and it felt nice to be wanted and feel attractive.

At one point you were just straight up teasing him. You would slow your movements then by lifting your hips up and slamming down on his crotch making him growl. He gave you a couple spanks on your ass cheeks making you squeal.

"Watch it darling." Making you look into his eyes giving you a warning. "I will bend you over my lap and slap that ass till you feel it into next week."

By the look on his face you knew he wasn't joking, and you could tell he wanted you to try and do it again and test him. The thought of bending you over his lap got him all excited again.

He did seem like the type of guy who loved to punish his girl by spanking her, and than rubbing her cheeks soothingly with ointment. Everything about him scream physical touch and affection. Like he wanted rough sex, but then he would spoil you after.

Breathing heavily on the top of his head as you felt that familiar burn in the pit of your stomach. Your head falling back the closer to your orgasm you were getting. Chris was close to when you felt his cock twitch under neath his pants.

"Cum for me sweetheart." That was all it took for you pushing hard down on him your sensitive clit becoming over loaded. Your release hitting you hard and fast.

Both of you moaning and groaning at the fact you just came in your shorts from dry humping him. Leaving your head down so your face was pressed against his shoulder. His hands rubbing your back up and down soothingly, and you were still coming down from your orgasm.

You just sat on his lap feeling yourself becoming tired from what just took place. Still breathing heavily the amount of alcohol you consumed in a short amount of time was not helping either.

In this moment alcohol or not you really could stay in Chris's arms forever. It was just something about him that you couldn't wrap your mind around. You wanted to be around him all the time.

You just couldn't believe all that happened. Feeling your sensations heightened, and you just wanted more of him. Just praying and hoping that nobody ever found out ,and that it wouldn't come between your work and friendship.

"We should get you to bed." You just nodded your head already feeling your eyes closing.

Instead of lifting you off of him he somehow moved yours and his body so he was still holding you when he stood up. Carrying you to your bedroom bridal style. It was the most sweetest most romantic thing a man has ever done for you.

Placing you under the covers then pulling them up towards your neck making sure you were comfortable. He gave you a peck on the forehead making you shut your eyes with a smile.

"Stay." You whispered when he started to walk away.

Looking and sounding like a lost puppy dog. You probably looked pathetic to him, but you didn't want to be left alone right now. Plus all you wanted was for Chris to hold you in his arms all night.

"Alright lady but just for tonight." He referenced to the lady and tramp scene making you snicker.

Pulling his jeans down but leaving his boxers on so he could get comfortable. Then pulling the covers back so he could get into bed. Thinking that he was going to stay away, but surprising you when he pulled your body flush against his so you were spooning with him.

His strong arms wrapped around your body keeping you close and warm. Snuggling his face into your shoulder leaving light kisses against the skin. Your heart was practically swooning and how cute he was being with you right now.

"Good night beautiful." Was the last thing you heard before you felt the slumber or darkness consume your body.

#Chris Evans #Chris Evans smut #Chris Evans imagines #Chris Evans fic #Chris Evans fanfiction #Chris Evans series #Chris evans x reader

[kushblazer666]

So my bratty children have grown up in an era in which it is a perfectly normal and everyday thing for ordinary families to have chopsticks available in the house.

They have no idea the absolute accomplishment it was to be sixteen and *proficient* with chopsticks when you took your annual school trip to an exotic location that was just the one Chinese restaurant in town.

Like, I was the shit, because I had lived in Europe and my parents had taken me fancy places and taught me fancy things like how to eat with sticks.

At home, though, we ate every meal with a fork and a knife like every decent middle class American family (excepting, presumably, actual families from places where chopsticks were a normal thing to eat with, but I didn't know anyone like that personally).

And the only thing approximating "Chinese" food that we had available on a regular basis was Cup of Soup ramen noodles (YES I KNOW RAMEN IS JAPANESE IT WAS THE 80s AND WE WERE ALL CLUELESS AND UNINTENTIONALLY RACIST (I'm so sorry, I do regret that in fact)).

Which noodles in a styrofoam cup we ate with a fork. Because DUH.

So, imagine my absolute let-down recently when I discovered the most amazing, innovative breakthrough. I had run out of clean forks, you see, and I was hungry, and there are Cup of Noodles (lime shrimp flavor, the best one - we didn't have fancy LIME flavor in our Cup of Noodles back in the day so "with shrimp" was the preferred style but you gotta move with the times and LIME is it, now) in the house, so I prepared myself a cup of noodles and then had to figure out how to eat them without washing a fork (oh, the humanity).

And my eyes landed on my big box of chopsticks.

And I realized.

OH MY GOD I COULD EAT MY CHILDHOOD COMFORT FOOD WITH CHOPSTICKS HOLY SHIT.

Needless to say, I was excited. So I set up my cup of noodles, let it steep in the boiling water for the required time, peeled back that limp, wet paper topping that you always eat some of in every serving no matter how hard you try to keep it out of the cup, and dug in with my chopsticks.

My son, who, as I've mentioned, is spoiled rotten, walked by at exactly that moment and I PROUDLY showed him my discovery. I held up the cup of noodles, held up the chopsticks, dug in and lifted noodles out of the cup, and said, "DID YOU KNOW YOU CAN EAT RAMEN NOODLES WITH CHOPSTICKS OH MY GOD"

He stood in my door for several moments, struck dumb with wonder, I'm sure.

And said:

"Mom. It's ramen. That's how you're SUPPOSED to eat them."

Then shook his head and continued down the hall to the kitchen. Presumably to eat MY food with that disrespectful mouth.

Anyway.

I feel old.

[gravitycavity]

Sunshine is like one of my favorite Ragpom fanfics!

It seems that the amazing digital circus fandom really likes art, and doesn't really do fanfics quite as much. So I eat this up with a fork and a knife and a silver freaking platter!

Also your description of the beach day idea gave me such an urge to draw that, I know that I would never be able to finish it because motivation. T-T but imagining was so cute!!

ANYGAYS I love it PLEASE keep it up!! You are warming lots of hungry Ragpom lovers!!

Ahhh! Thank you so much for the compliments -- you made my day! It makes me so incredibly happy to know that my writing can bring other people joy.

I'm glad you enjoyed that goofy little detail with the sandcastle building contest -- hopefully we'll get something similar in the real show (since it already looks like there's an actual haunted house adventure! With a bisexual blue ghost lady!!!) If you ever do decide to draw anything, it would mean the world! <3

#pomni x ragatha #pomnitha #lesbian #ragapom #buttonblossom #jesterdoll #ragatha x pomni #tadc fanfiction #tadc sunshine

[booksandchainmail]

Pale 4.x

SNOWDROP CHAPTER!!!!!

Then a cat had sniffed her out, picked her up by the scruff of the neck, and carried her away to a life of adventure.

I am thinking about that tumblr post that's like "humans are to animals what fae are to humans". Or possibly that critical role post about the adventurers treating their pets the way various divine patrons treat adventurers

He stood a little straighter.  “Don’t let me keep you.  If you’d please just make sure your master gets those.”

:|

I'm assuming Snowdrop's graphic novel is a reference to another wildbow work, though not sure which. It sounds like something that would happen in twig though

They were partners.  Sisters in arms.  Like spotter and sniper, scout and runner, lookout and looter, trash and treasure.  There was no master.  Ugh.

boon companions!

I hadn't realized how much Snowdrop's lying thing bothers her.

If she could talk to the ‘staff’ face to face, then maybe there was a chance.

fuck. this seems like what you're not supposed to do

Fruit was the closest thing she could think of, but according to Toadswallow, fruits and vegetables were sort of like the sex organs of plants. It was only sort of by weird design that they became delicious. Animals ate the plant’s private parts, sort of, then they crapped out seeds and the plants got to spread. Or the plants were made so they didn’t have seeds and it was kind of like eating a juicy dick with a condom on it, Toadswallow said.

hate that!

She straightened, rubbed her stomach, repositioned her fork at her waistband, and checked her injury. She was bleeding where the knife had gouged her before falling to the floor, and it was soaking into her t-shirt. She picked up the knife and added it to her waistband.

is she going to collect a full dining set

Dad: They’ve had me waiting at the emergency room for two hours now.  They say it’s serious but won’t move me ahead.  There’s a lineup of patients who are getting priority of the CAT scan machine.

fuckfuckfuck. this is exactly what Verona was worried about when she used the connection blocker. also amazing that he's guilt tripping her over text from the emergency room

Miss had had to use tricks to keep her stuff. If she didn’t come back, then maybe Snowdrop would take over the same position.

I hadn't realized Miss and Snowdrop had had time to get to know each other. Makes sense they'd feel a kinship though. And the idea of Snowdrop growing up to lead the Kennet Others is interesting.

Everyone has time to read. They convince themselves that other things are more important.

wise words

Lucy’s voice dropped.  “I’m thinking Alexander works subtle.  And what Charles said.  He surrounds himself with strife.” “You think Snowdrop’s thing is Alexander?” “I think…” Lucy said, reaching out, touching Verona’s phone. “That. Ray picking on me in class. Avery, I don’t know if you-” [...] “What better way to put us on the back foot and make us dependent on him, than to make us think this school is rough going right from the start?” Lucy murmured.

ohhhhh. Going back to what I said about how Alexander controls Nicolette through setting up a bad environment he can offer protection from

“Maybe you’re strife resistant, because of who you are,” Verona said.  “Or because you’re a Finder and that makes you more detached, or because it deflected onto Snowdrop.” Verona sounded almost happy, saying that, which was weird.

i'm assuming because things targeting avery deflecting onto snowdrop is a familiar thing, which leaves alpy open

“You guys are so smart,” Snowdrop said.  “This is cool.” “You guys got this,” Snowdrop said.  “You’re smart.  You’re great.”

nice to get to hear what she actually means :)

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

[disneyanddisneyships]

20! @gyubby99

"Oooo fish!" Loreley exclaimed as she dug in, not even bothering with the cutlery on her plate. Mia looked at her, slightly scared and impressed at the same time. Loreley realized she was being watched and she immediately stiffened up and wiped her hands. "Ahm.... s-sorry..." she murmured. Mia smirked as she picked up a peice of fish with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Loreley's eyes were wide as she admired the girl in front of her with a small blush. "Ugh. Savages." Alruna grimaced as she cut her fish with her knife and fork, silently judging Loreley and Mia for the chaotic couple they were. Deena sat and stared at the fish with a look of semi horror. "Deena? You okay?" Ella asked. Deena looked up with fear in her eyes. "You dont think they'd do that to me if they found out what I was right?" She asked timidly. "Dont worry. we'd never let that happen." Ella stated. Deena visibly let out a breath to calm down. "Thanks." She stated before eating the fish. "Wait you're actually gonna eat that?" Alruna asked with disgust. "Well yeah.... do you think I just eat people? You know how hard it is to hunt on land for a good meal? And it's not like I have the teeth set to eat seaweed." Deena replied. "Good point." Alruna replied as she went back to eating her fish as well. Ella shook her head in amusement at her friends as she ate silently the rest of her meal. Minutes later ella was finished before everyone else. Ella got up, setting her plate behind her on her seat before walking over to the other side of the boat to look out at the ocean. "What is it my love?" Elias asked as he came to stand next to her, leaning forward on the boat as she did. Ella sighed. "Do you think my mother liked it back home?" Ella wondered. "What do you mean?" "I mean.... this.... this life... it's full of adventure, excitement, treasure.... all the things I read about as a little girl...." Ella stated. "Do you think she ever.... missed it?" Ella asked as she looked at the moon illuminating the ocean. Elias was thoughtful for a moment. "In all honesty.... I think her love for you, your father, and your sister outweighed her need to have adventure." He stated as he put an arm around Ella's shoulders and hugged her close, kissing her head as he did. Ella smiled and leaned her head on Elias, giving a small contented sigh. "Maybe.... but even so.... this life is amazing.... it gets boring being the queen sometimes... so many problems... such little freedom...." ella spoke. Elias nodded in agreement. "Yes I know...." He trailed off. Ella gave a yawn. "Mmm... sorry. I had no idea how exhausted I was." Ella stated as as rubbed her eyes sleepily. "We could go to bed now. I'm tired myself." Elias stated. Ella nodded and the two made their way down to their rooms after bidding goodnight to everyone.

#my original writing

[yourheartonfire]

A continuation of this:

The door hissed open and the protagonist jolted up to their feet. The Supervillain paused in the doorway with a polite, amused smile, waiting to see what the protagonist would try. Turning red, the protagonist sat back down again on the bed in a jangle of chain.

After their exit from the party at knifepoint, the Supervillain had whisked them off to a penthouse apartment that was not the address on file for their fictional company persona. In the back of their closet was the hidden door to this saferoom - bigger than the protagonist's actual bedroom, they noted to themselves with fury. The first night the Supervillain had handcuffed them to the bunk. A few hours later, they'd returned with a bag of groceries and longer chain and shackle - just long enough to reach the necessity on one side and the mini fridge on the other. Not long enough to reach the control panel by the door. Or to reach the Supervillain as they set up a little folding table in the center of the room and laid out take out boxes. Two place settings. Plastic forks only, no silverware and not even a plastic butter knife.

"Why aren't I dead?" the protagonist said. Their voice, embarrassingly, cracked and the Supervillain chuckled as they pulled up a chair for themselves.

"I win," they said, hitching the table just close enough for the protagonist to reach. "I had a bet with myself that would be the first thing you said."

The protagonist clenched their fists and tried to ignore the amazing smells wafting from the table. It had been a long time living on cold cuts and fruit. "How long have I been here?"

The Supervillain laughed. "And that was the second thing."

"Oh, very impressive," the protagonist snapped. "Something happens and you go 'Ha ha ha I knew that was going to happen, I'm so smart, blah blah blah.'"

The Supervillain cocked their head. The protagonist went silent again, heart racing.

"To answer your second question," they said mildly. "Three days. To answer your third question," they said louder, before the protagonist could do more than sputter, "No one's missed you. You emailed out sick. Your poor mother's health again. Everyone's being very respectful. To your face," they added. "You should see what they're saying about you in the office chats. Are you going to eat?"

The protagonist swallowed hard but took the fork and a foam box. It was salmon over a bed of rice pilaf. The protagonist loved salmon. They glared at the Supervillain and dug in. "And the first question?" they said through a full mouth.

The Supervillain didn't seem bothered. They twirled noodles around their fork, stabbed a piece of shrimp. "Frankly, darling, I don't quite know myself," they smirked and took a bite. "You are an unexpected complication, and you've forced me to acceler - well." They cut themselves off, took a sip from their bottle of water. "Never mind that. Do you know, I fully intended to kill you once I got you down to the garage. But I didn't!" they said cheerfully. "It has been so long since someone surprised me - even in such a small and ultimately meaningless way."

The protagonist reached for their own water, locking their fingers around the bottle to keep their hands from trembling. The chain rattled embarrassingly loud. "And it wasn't because of that kiss, of course," they said softly.

The Supervillain paused again mid gesture. Looking decidedly less amused this time. They put their fork down, laid those super strong hands flat on the folding table. "There's so many possible uses for you," they said silkily. "Hostage. Ransom. Scapegoat. Captive audience when I need to do a bit of gloating." They picked up the table, food and all, and slid it to the side. The protagonist flinched back, suddenly without the barrier - however flimsy - between them. "But it is interesting that you bring that kiss up," the Supervillain went on, eying the protagonist up and down in a way that made them blush again. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in being seduced to my side?"

"What? No!" The protagonist bolted up again. "You're - you're amoral and vicious and you kidnapped me -!"

"Ah!" the Supervillain said. "You'd just like to be seduced then."

For a split second the protagonist froze. That was all the time the Supervillain needed to catch the chain, to yank them into their arms.

And then they were kissing again. This time the protagonist was kissing back. It was self- defense, really; they couldn't afford to be overwhelmed again. The Supervillain seemed to like it, making a pleased hum as the protagonist fumbled their free hand under the villain's shirt, against their skin.

This time it was the Supervillain who broke it off first, eyes gleaming in the harsh florescent light. "You are full of surprises," they murmured, strokely a finger gently along the protagonist's cheekbone. And then abruptly they shoved the protagonist back against the wall, pinning them there with a hand to their neck. "But I won't underestimate you twice. Give me back my phone."

"Hm?" the protagonist croaked, wide-eyed. But the Supervillain was already plucking the slim box from the protagonist's fingers, where they'd been trying to slip it into their pocket. The Supervillain chuckled and tucked the phone away again.

"You can't do things like that and expect me not to want to keep you," they said, relaxing their grip. "I haven't had this much fun on a date in years."

"This is not - You can't keep me here!" the protagonist protested. "Someone - my friends - will notice I'm gone!"

The Supervillain smiled and leaned in. "By the end of the week," they whispered in the protagonist's ears, "Your friends aren't really going to be a concern."

They strode out without a look back, the door hissing shut behind them.

The protagonist gave it about tennish minutes, curled up on the bed in defeat, before sliding out the real thing they'd stolen off the Supervillain - a ballpoint pen. They got to work disassembling it under the covers. This would help breaking into the wires running through the back panels behind the bunk and - if the Supervillain wasn't lying - they didn't have much time.

They definitely were not still thinking about that kiss.

Now wrapped up in Part 3 here!

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[helloliriels]

Prompt #2: Allergies

February 2021 Johnlock prompt challenge, hosted by @ohlooktheresabee. Daily entry by 🐝 @helloliriels🐝 *** 🐝🐝🐝 Gonna have to cheat on this one, down sick, but since bees & allergies go together, here it is. Enjoy! 🐝🐝🐝 ***

Do Bees Kiss? or just Sting? 

Q: Do bees "kiss"?

             Why do bees "kiss"?  I went to Wikipedia.

A: When bees "kiss" they are actually passing nectar to other bees.

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Sherlock kisses John.

It was early morning. And John was getting ready for work.

Sherlock bloody Holmes of course, pays no attention to people's privacy or morning routines, and can't be bothered to explain why he's standing in John's way as he makes his toast and goes about his business...  but there he is. Every place John needs to be. Waiting for something.

John is just about done and ready to head out the door - No thanks to Sherlock for making him late again - when he gets the shock of his life.

Sherlock kisses him.

A small peck on the lips. Almost chaste. Like those kisses you give to your crush in kindergarten. Or to your mum. When she insists.

John thinks it's an experiment. He knows it is. 

It must be. 

He gives Sherlock a 'you done now?' look, then goes around him when he gets no reply. 

Sherlock heads off to do his own morning routine. John sighs. Dropping the butter knife in the sink with a loud clank. Exasperated. He doesn't have time for this shit. 

Why do I bloody put up with it? 

He fumbles with his keys and jacket. Noting now that the genius has decided to get OUT of his GOD damn way of course, he is twice as late!!

He heads out the door in a rush. Slamming it, just a little in revenge on the way out.

***

Talking to Greg later that evening - around the corner from a crime scene where Sherlock is currently arguing with Anderson - he tells him about it off-hand. Confession of a sort. Get it off his mind. Greg will think it's damn funny.  "Pompous git, gave me a kiss earlier..."

"Wha???!!!....," Greg mouths a mock 'O' in awe as he turns to look at John, eyes wide in amazement...  a look that fully says, 'finally! It's going down!'

"I know right?" Playing it up, John laughs it off. Great joke. Were not a couple! He shrugs.

"What else happened?? What did he say?" Greg was dying to know now, taking his hands out and shaking John for more details. The man wanted details?! John could see this was the happiest moment of Papa Lestrade's life. It was almost a bummer to have to disappoint him...

         🐝   ***REST UNDER THE CUT***   🐝

"No, no, nothing like that." John reassured, "God I wish!" (It came out before he had time to stop himself). And Lestrade looked taken aback.

He added a little "Haha," like he had meant it as a joke after all.

He really didn't.

         Sobering thought.

Thinking better to explain himself, he added - "Hey, don't tell Sherlock I just said that?... by the way. Bit not good. It was just an experiment after all, I'm sure. You know how he is."

Greg was still just... flabbergasted. A balloon deflating. Open mouthed staring at John. No words.

John's half sad-smile said more than he probably intended. Shouldn't have mentioned it after all, he thought. "Well!" He added cheerfully, slapping Greg on the shoulder. "Was a fun case tonight. Sherlock will be happy. Solved it in under 5 minutes!" He prepared to leave, and shot off a parting, "See you round." With a half-smile. He bowed his head and walked off to follow Sherlock who was now leaving. John had his hands in his pockets now. Quite unlike him. Shuffling along. 

Greg watched as John kicked some debris in his path in frustration, mindlessly, as they left. He had never seen the man looking so downtrodden...  

At least, not after such a brilliantly resolved case! John was usually on cloud nine after watching the curly haired genius work. It was rather embarrassing really. The puppy eyes that looked up in worship at Sherlock as he dished out deductions, it was almost criminal. But lately he was getting more and more moody... Greg wondered.

And here, with this new evidence, Sherlock had managed to...   He stopped. Shaking his head. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable...

Greg took one last look over his shoulder at their retreating forms, before heading out himself. 

 "Unbelievable."

*** 

The week goes on.                       

Sherlock continues to kiss him, Randomly. Small pecks mostly. But sometimes a smooch. Nothing more. No explanations. Just kisses.

Experiment.

Must be. John kept telling himself.

Experiments require further data. It was the only possible explanation...

Sherlock had never shown any signs of wanting... relationship in his life. Mister 'girlfriends aren't his area' and 'married to his work', and... 'alone protects me'...  had never expressed any interest in any men either (that John knew of?). Hell, he'd even turned down some of the most bloody gorgeous ones they had met so far, both men and women. So John doubted that he was interested in that sort of thing. Some people just aren't.

The only really odd thing about it, is - Sherlock isn't saying anything to address the kisses.... 

It must be like having toes on the kitchen table, to him. John thought. A dummy hanging itself from their rafters. Or penicillin growing in the bread box. I'm just a thing. A dummy for this latest experiment.

At that last thought, a realization dawned on John. A horrifying, terrible realization. How had he not seen it sooner?!

Was Sherlock going to break out some rare dye, or some insane chemical powder he'd concocted - to dust and test John's lips for lip prints left at a crime scene next?? John could just see himself going to work with purple lips and a chemical burn that would take weeks to heal. Perhaps even suffering an allergic reaction...

All because Sherlock did not realize the exotic stuff would not COME OFF!!! and was actually quite dangerous.

He pinches the bridge of his nose at the thought. Exasperated. 

His brain hurts now. 

    This was happening a lot lately. 

The thought of what he was going to be subjected to next....the worry. Was almost worst. Well, it is worse - than the kisses, John thinks.

The kisses. 

Damn. Need to stop thinking about this.

John did his best to push it out of his mind. Not wishing to upset the equilibrium of their friendship. Crazy as it might be right now. At least this is one way, he was getting what he wanted? Or something like it. Gift horse and all. One doesn't ask...

He is tempted to ask however, about how you would go about setting up a mind palace? Just so he could keep the memories locked forever away in there to return to. But that would be more than telling.

So he just closes his eyes most of the time, when he knows it's going to happen; and stores it in the best way he knows how. Memorization. Skills learnt in public school. Repetition. 

Sherlock was certainly giving him that. 

John smiles despite himself. He gives it about a week before the worst will come out.

           He isn't wrong.

***

The height of ridiculousness comes one morning, almost exactly a week later. 

John is there in the kitchen, fork in hand - eating his breakfast, and reading the paper out of the corner of his eye. Completely non-plussed, while Sherlock continues to dive in for a small kiss. Between. Every. Single. Bite. The paper rattles a bit each time. 

John isn't even looking at him anymore.

Or acknowledging that this is happening.

At all.

He's got his back to the cabinets, facing out. And his slippered foot keeps tapping away.

Sherlock, as anyone watching would have seen - was acting as childishly as could be imagined. Not unlike when you see two kids who won't stop hitting one another, while say 'I'm not hitting you". If he hadn't been the recipient of it, John might have thought it was quite funny.

He wasn't sure how long this was going to go on. And clearly had decided to take the saint's role and be above it all; when Sherlock dives in for one more kiss. 

This time, he presses in deep, and opens his mouth a little. Holding it there. Breathing his air. 

  Waiting.

  Watching with a perplexed furrow of his brow,

                  for John's reaction.

Oh god. John thinks. Feeling the warm breath, and the warmer lips pressed up against his own.

What is now a very REAL, albeit awkward, kiss.

Sherlock does not have much experience in this area, after all.

John's breathing stops. He swallows hard. Tries to remember not to drop his fork.

His heart has just jumped out of his chest. And is now screaming at him. Pumping and pulsing like it's running a marathon. And his eyes scan around the room, as if someone might materialize from thin air, who could help, or at least explain all of THIS to him?!!!

     ...WHat the HeLL wAs GoiNg On??!!!

Lips still connected, breath shared, he looks up at Sherlock at last. Unable, really to avoid it at this point. He makes eye contact. 

His eyes full of fear, his eyebrows raised in question.

And showing... Honestly showing something else entirely, he hadn't meant to show at all.

Longing.

He looks like he is about to cry. He is about to cry. This. THIS. Is too much.

Sherlock can't have THIS from him. Not without a relationship. 

He pulls away. And turns his head, his lips out of reach. Closing his eyes. His signal, that he is DONE.

Done with this bloody experiment. Done with his stupid, unfeeling, selfish flatmate. Just done.

***

He feels, more than sees, Sherlock grin his way out of the kiss. Backing off just the slightest bit. But still not going away. 

When he looks back a few moments later, having calmed down his own breathing. And collected his feelings. Sherlock is still standing there. Looking down at him. A wicked grin on his face. At that look, John is stunned. Has this all been a JOKE to the man?!! 

He has only a moment to think before Sherlock's lips are on his again.

John drops everything this time. Throws, more like. Literally - newspaper, plate, fork, all of it - down. And pulls down on Sherlock's neck, forcibly dragging him closer. If Sherlock wants to kiss, then GOD DAMN IT, he is going to get fucking KISSED! And John releases everything that has been pent up inside of him, all week. All month. All of the years he has known and been in love, with Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock was now holding onto him also, arms wrapping around his middle. Keeping him upright, somehow. While John was snogging him senseless.

That should teach him. John thinks as he pulls away. Completely out of breath and panting with the exertion he had just enforced. And glares up at his flatmate. Absolute daggers.

But Sherlock...  is now blushing, and looking pleased as punch. The response John sees, is also the kindest, and gentlest look in his eyes.

More love than he has ever dared to hope for from anyone, let alone, from his companion. More love than John thought the man standing before him, was capable of feeling. 

Contrary to everything Sherlock had tried to tell everyone, loudly, since the day John had met him. This was Sherlock being human. 

And it was all for him.

It was like a wall had come down. And the great genius' emotions were laid bare - exposed before John, for what they really were. Insecurity. Inexperience. He was offering himself up as a gift to be taken. A student to be taught. And John had... Oh.

Oh.

John blushes. He had just taught. Hadn't he?

Sherlock smiled. Glad to see John finally catching up. A puzzle at last, solved. 

A sweet little shrug of, forgive me? but this was the only way I know how... accompanied his smile. And John found himself laughing with relief at the expression. Giddy with it.

He pulled Sherlock back in to himself, gently this time. And gave him more of a sweet, first-date kiss.

With Sherlock's permission, it deepened it into a full, gorgeous, lovers kiss - His hand gripped tight in the expensive fabric of Sherlock's shirt, to keep him in place. Buttons be damned.

This kiss was;

Full of all the things John had wanted to say; 

Full of all the things Sherlock had been trying to say;

Full of all the things they had both held back for so long.

When it ended, John felt Sherlock lick a tiny bit of honey off of the corner of his mouth. Humming as he did so.

A little like a buzz.

🐝🍯🐝 Not unlike a bee.🐝🍯🐝

John shivered in anticipation. As Sherlock led the way...

If this was what loving Sherlock Holmes was going to be like... Watson smiled, then sign him up as beekeeper.

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posted on AO3 by helloliriels

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[ptergwen]

you're doing great love ❤ you've written and tried your hardest through studying ily and whenever the next blurb or fic comes out, I'm eating that shit up 😌 take care of yourself in the meantime, okay? you're amazing and ily 😍 💗

thank you so much ahhh i honestly really needed to hear this :,( love u

i’m actually working on a oneshot right now btw! i’ll prob get inspo from the trailer later and write something based off of that too so get your knife and fork ready hehe

#chat with val

[anonthenullifier]

Hiii!!! I just finished reading your Snapshots fic on ao3 and they're all amazing!!! I love how you write the family dynamics between the kids and wanda/vision, they're all vv sweet and I'm here for it!! Do u think tommy and billy ever did a parent trap kind of switch for some reason?

Thank you so much! 😁 This was a fun ask and I hope you enjoy! 

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The sizzle of butter in the skillet provides a lively accompaniment to Wanda’s aggravation about the morning’s latest headline - one claiming that Tony Stark was personally responsible for the matchmaking that brought Vision and his lovely, currently scarlet eyed, wife together. It’s a claim not without some merit, if not for Tony’s involvement in Ultron’s creation and then in Vision’s own birth, he never would have been alive to fall so deeply in love with Wanda; however, as with most claims involving Tony it is also inherently hyperbolic. Had the billionaire actually been involved in Vision’s romantic pursuits, there is a very high probability that Wanda would have run the other direction.

“And you know what else it said?”

Vision scoops the pancake batter carefully into the buttered skillet as he responds, “What?”

“That he’s the reason Billy and Tommy want to be Avengers.” The only reason Wanda’s tea does not spill over the edge as she gesticulates out her anger is because she has wrapped it in a sheen of red. “Him!”

Grandiose sense of self worth is a rather glaring fault in the Stark family, a symptom Vision thankfully bypassed, no doubt due to the humble yet confident influence of Dr. Cho. “It is an unfair and misleading statement,” this diffuses her ire enough for her to take a sip of tea, “all that truly matters,” momentarily he turns from the stove to wrap his fingers around her upper arms and stare intently into her eyes, “is that we continue encouraging our sons to be their best selves, even if our work is never publicly acknowledged.”

Finally her face softens, the disdain etched into the lines of her forehead smoothing out with the roll of her eyes, “Fine.” Vision lays a peck to her forehead before turning back to rescue the almost burnt pancakes, “but wouldn’t it be nice if someone praised us for once?”

“It would.”

“Morning mom, dad.”

“Good morning Bil…” Vision’s mouth stops mid-greeting, brain a bit frenzied at the mixed signals he is receiving. The voice that just greeted him registers as Billy and yet the boy in front of him is sporting Tommy’s signature snowy hair and athletic clothing. “Um…”

“Tommy,” Wanda’s acknowledgement of their son should clarify everything, yet he can sense an odd amusement in the way she says the name, “why don’t you sit down, your father’s almost done with breakfast.”

To further add to the confusion of the moment, Tommy merely flashes them a grin (no snarky comment nor demands for it to cook faster) and then slides into Billy’s seat at the table.

Wanda’s hand comes to rest on Vision’s back, her voice low and a bit giddy, “This is going to be entertaining.”

“What is?”

“Just wait…” No further information is provided other than a wink.

Vision attempts to shove his curiosity and need to ask for more clarity down, instead channeling all of his energy into the pancakes and not burning them. Success at this repression endeavor is fleeting, the moment he turns to put the plate on the table, he cannot help but ask a question. “Where is your brother?” A glance up confirms it is three minutes past their usual breakfast time. Billy, like Vision, believes in punctuality and that being five minutes early is on time and being on time is late. For him to be late by normative standards is concerning. “It is unlike him to be late.”

Tommy chokes on his orange juice, eyes a tad wild as he twists around to look at the clock. “Um, I’ll go-“

“Good morning everyone!” Billy waltzes in with a cheery grin, his overall presence gregarious and brash, neither a word typically associated with him. His unusual mood  is highlighted all the more by  the uncharacteristically sloppy way his sweater is buttoned. “I’m famished.” A sentiment rarely shared by Billy.

Vision is torn between staring at his sons and seeking out Wanda’s reaction to whatever is happening in their kitchen. “Tommy,” his brother's name is overly enunciated, and the question, “Why are you in my seat?” asked with annoyance.

“Oh, sorry,” Tommy apologizes quickly, a first for sure, and then slides over to his normal chair.

This is, for want of a better word, weird.

Wanda, somehow, is making everyday small talk with their sons but Vision doesn’t process what is said, too focused on studying his children and the bevy of possibilities for why they seem so off. The initial fear is that they are Skrulls or some other shape shifting creature, a possibility they have sadly lived through before, not with the boys but on a mission with the Avengers. A vitals and physiology scan disconfirms this hypothesis (thankfully), the two bodies across the table are his sons. Despite this Tommy is eating at a snail’s pace, knife and fork working with precise movements to portion out perfect sized bites while Billy is going fast and loose with his fork, each bite different from the last. It also seems like Billy’s hair is a slightly different shade than usual, a tinge of cinnamon in his typically chestnut hair. Perhaps they have wandered into the multiverse yet again, though Wanda is his Wanda, he is certain of that and she seems to be more amused than concerned. Which means there must be a logical explanation.

Vision decides perhaps listening to the conversation at the table will better aid him. “Are you ready for the big math test today?” This is directed at Tommy, a pre-algebra exam Vision has spent several nights helping him study for.

Contrary to the numerous breakdowns that informed Vision that his son was going to fail so why bother trying, this morning Tommy seems...optimistic. “Yeah, dad’s prepared me well,” and overtly gracious.

“And Billy,” Wanda nudges Vision’s foot as she talks, always a sign he needs to get out of his head and pay attention, “today’s the mile run in gym, right?”

“Yep,” Billy answers while shoving a pancake into his mouth, continuing to talk while he chews, “gonna beat my record for sure.” This comment, and the smarmy confidence behind it, sets a new hypothesis into motion.  

Vision runs a second vitals scan, this time focusing on heart rate and brain waves. The results are surprising yet informative, but just to be sure, he recalibrates his sensors, scans again, and re-analyzes it, not wanting to make an erroneous conclusion if his sensors were off. The results match his last scan and the oddities suddenly make sense. Finally figured it out? He turns towards Wanda, her face set with impish victory typically reserved for when she bests him at training. A dip of his chin affirms her telepathic comment though his own mood is nowhere near as bubbly as hers because despite knowing the truth now, it does not actually alleviate any of his concern, in fact it breeds several other pathways of uncertainty. Follow my lead.  

The devious undertone of his wife’s comment transforms into an innocent smile as she addresses their sons. “Well boys,” both of their sons look up, “since it’s such a big day, we should celebrate later.” A shared look occurs between Billy and Tommy, one that Vision can’t quite label appropriately, a mix of excitement, bafflement, and victory.

‘Billy’ prods for more, his fork tapping the plate at roughly 200 clinks per minute. “Like what?”

Wanda is so natural at uncovering their lies that Vision can only sit back in awe at the way she effortlessly teases out the truth, “I need to meet with Strange later today, so Billy you can come along and we can ask if he’s finally willing to start training you to be a sorcerer.”

The current Tommy stares mouth agape at the offer, while the current Billy seems unimpressed, “Oh, um yeah, that’d be cool.”

“And Tommy,” Wanda reaches out to grab Vision’s hand, a gesture that is blissfully common but is right now no doubt meant to really drive home the offer, “Your father was going to do some speed trials this afternoon, maybe he can call the school so you can leave a period early and join him.” Vision was not going to do this but he withholds that knowledge so he doesn’t hinder his wife’s plan.

Tommy and Billy turn towards each other, no verbal words exchanged but Vision can easily recognize one of their telepathic conversations—bodies tense, their faces fluttering through a range of emotions, and eyebrows moving in emphasis of whatever comments they’re making. They break and ‘Tommy’ addresses the offer, “Billy has gym in 8th period.”

“Which is why he and I are going to meet with Stephen after school.” Wanda takes a deliberately long sip of her tea to let the information really settle in.

Their tactics switch to the other offer.“Isn’t uh truancy a pretty big deal, you know, if I,” ‘Billy’ catches himself, “Tommy were to leave early.

Vision decides he should aid in some way, voice matter of fact as he responds, “I do believe Tommy has a free period at that time. Plus,” thankfully this next part is not a lie or else Vision would feel guilty saying it, “I have to attend the PTA meeting tonight so we cannot wait until school is out if we would like to get a full session of training in.”

Another deep, very animated mental conversation occurs across the table, one that leads to an exaggerated roll of his wife’s eyes. “What if…”

Wanda cuts off the next suggestion, clearly done with the game, “Just accept that you’ve been caught.”

The two faces across from them are polar opposite, one shining with defiance and the other defeat. With a sigh, Tommy’s white hair darkens into chestnut, the real Billy slouching deep into his chair. His brother is not amused, “Are you really breaking that easily?”

Vision checks the time, noting their bus will arrive in less than 10 minutes. “Boys,” there are several things he wants to say, from questioning Tommy’s brown hair to why they thought they’d get away with it, but he decides those can wait, “perhaps instead of our planned celebrations tonight, we have a discussion on the harms of deception.”

Tommy, the real one, executes a perfect Maximoff eye roll, never one to appreciate the life lesson evenings that correspond with poor behavior. “It was just a joke.”

“I do not find it humorous.” And Vision does not, a deep despair blossoming in his chest at what his sons have attempted and what it means for how their sons view them, whether they think they are not loved enough nor noticed enough to be recognized by their own parents. “You intended to utilize this...joke for personal gain.”

Wanda cuts in, hand coming to rest on Vision’s thigh with a light, reassuring squeeze. “Why don’t you both change. The bus will be here soon. We’ll talk more tonight.” Muttered yes, mom s are lost in the scraping of their chairs against the wooden floor. “Tommy.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you dye your hair?”

“Yep,” Tommy runs his hand through his darkened locks, “the box called it chili chocolate.”

Wanda smirks, finding this far more endearing than Vision. “Just promise to use it responsibly.”

A not fully convincing salute goes along with Tommy’s, “Roger that,” and then he runs off in a blur.

“Wanda,” Vision waits until she looks at him, a bit unnerved that she does not seem to show any of the same concern for what just happened. “Are you not troubled at their flagrant disregard for honesty?”

Her eyebrows arch up, lips pursed the way they are whenever he has misassessed human nature and she needs to find a way to gently talk him through it. “It’s kind of a twin rite of passage.”

This is not forthcoming nor satisfying. “Did you and Pietro do this as well?”

“Once or twice.” His confusion must be evident, her lips curving up into a reminiscent mischief. “We weren’t good at it, especially once we were older. But you have to try.”

“Do you?”

A nod confirms the apparent necessity of such an experiment, though no further explanation is provided for Vision to comprehend why it is required. “You’ve never seen the Parent Trap, have you?”

“I have not.”

Scarlet energy entangles itself around the dishes at the table, floating them into the sink and away from their responsibility for now. “Come on,” Wanda stands and tugs on Vision’s hand, drawing him up out of his seat and then leading him into the living room. As she lightly pushes him to sit in the couch, a rush of feet, a banging door and a quick bye! marks the start of the school day, leaving them alone until this afternoon. “Want to watch a movie?”

“I suppose,” he wraps his arm around her shoulders after she sits next to him, pulling her closer and relishing the comfort of her head on his chest, “if it provides adequate research to understanding this cultural necessity of deceit, then yes.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

Vision considers the comment a touch longer than needed, just enough for her to look up at him in anticipation, “if it means a day spent with you,” he kisses her deeply, mirroring the soft curve of her lips as he pulls away,”then it is still a yes.”

“Good.” The tv turns on and his education begins.

#Scarlet vision #wandavision #wanda jackson #vision #billy kaplan #tommy shepherd #the maximoffs #ask anon #replies #mine

[mikaa-exe]

Demon hunter au | Demon!Hyunjin x DemonHunter!Reader

Requested by @jung-snoopy-woo, thank you so much for your kind words ^^

•Gender neutral reader

•fluff uwu

•some swear words here and there

•might have some typos but I'll fix them asap if I find any

Ok

We don't want to brag here but

You kinda were the best demon hunter of your area

Those naughty creatures got nothing on you

You were always one step ahead

You've been doing this for so long that you already knew every trick they would use to mislead you, every action and almost every face and name -_-

And you could see that they were scared of you, even if they didn't show it

You're basically a whole badass reader damn!!

Let's give some context here

So there's been demons around since before you were born

They aren't the evil bloodthristy creatures that you normally find in books or movies

Well most of them aren't

Some of them kill and do that whole satan thing but the rest are chill most of the time

They're just a pain in the butt jesus

The demons love to be mischievous and play tricks on every one

They steal not because they need money or products but because they love chaos

They go to peoples houses just to mess with their closets and dishes

They eat your food before you can even finish cooking it

They even steal candies from children >:( those bastards

So it's your job to capture these creatures when they get too out of control

You're amazing but there is one specific demon that haunts your nightmares

Hwang Hyunjin -_-

This demon has been YOUR pain in the butt for almost 6 years now!!

The first time he appeared was in your bedroom, you were about to fall asleep when you felt your hair being pulled from behind you

Boy you were hella fast to jump from your bed and grab the closest thing to you in that moment, which was YOUR GUN- no I'm joking, it was a knife, you don't bring guns to bed, that's gross

You looked around but it was too dark to see anything so you sneackly walked to the switch and BAM

No one was there

The fuck

-_-

Now at this point you were positive it was a demon but why wasn't he showing itself or attacking you again? That's not common of them

-"Did you lose something?"

JESUSWTFISHAPPENINGBITCHIGOTAKNIFEANDIMNOTAFRAIDTOUSEIT

The voice behind you made you jump and hit your head in the light that hanged from the wall

Well ouch that was really unecessary

You looked up and--

Wow hello cutie

NOP

WHAT THE FUCK READER IT'S A DEMON AND IT JUST PULLED YOUR HAIR GET YOUR FEELINGS TOGETHER

The little shit had the audacy to l a u g h

Bitch

- "Aren't you supposed to be the best demon hunter here?"

You gave this little shit your scariest gaze

At least the scariest you could while sitting on the floor with your hair all over the place

-"WhY? dO yOu hAvE A pRoBlEm SiR?"

-"Mmh idk... Thought you'd be taller"

And just like that he desapeared, leaving you on the floor still trying to digest what the heck had happened here

So there you go, that's how you two met

From that day on he made sure to visit you almost everyday

He's the one who switches your socks right before you go out just to see you wearing mismatching socks like an idiot

He puts salt on your morning cereal and sugar on your lunch

He goes to school with you and just follows you everywhere

-"Is this what you chose to wear to school? Geez"

-"vxhdbxvvx can you not"

-"That girl is looking at you funny, you should spit on her"

-"WtF sPiT?!"

-"Omg the teacher asked you a question and you're taking this long to answer?"

-"Shut up I'm thinking!!!"

-"What if you stood up right now and started dancing the floss?"

-"Why would I do that?"

-"Why aren't you talking to me? :("

-"Hyunjin I am in class and I don't want to talk"

-"Why do you keep responding then?"

-"I'm about to punch you so hard--"

-"You can't, you're in class"

-"ARHHHHHH"

You would laugh at how ridiculous this situation was if it had nothing to do you with you

BUT IT HAD UFFF

You tried everything to get Hyunjin to leave you alone

Demon traps, boxes, holy water because why not

You tried violence once but the best you managed to do was throwing him some cookies

Guess what

You missed

And you waisted some perfectly good cookies :(

You're not a violent person in general bUT THIS BOY AHH

You even tried talking to him at one point about this whole situation but he was too busy drawing on your kitchen walls with tomato sauce

It was starting to get to you so you reported him to your superiors but they said they didn't have any complains about a demon named Hyunjin

So that means this idiot is only here to mess with you and you only

WHY CRUEL WORLD WHY

Ok

Let's be fair

He never seemed interested in actually hurting you or doing anything too mean

He just seemed to want your attention God knows why

So if you're stuck dealing with him might as well try and enjoy this situation

What do people usually say?

If you can't win, join them

Instead of yelling at him or throwing him your book collection for the third time you asked how his day went and even offered him some cookies

Let's just say he was s h o o k

He just stood there, mouth open and completly lost

JSHDJDBBDNSNVDKD

READER YOU BROKE HIM!!!

You?! Being nIcE to him?!

Is this a joke, where are the cameras?!

The only thing he managed to say was a shy "Good.." and a mumbled "no thanks"

O M G :o

The demon that's capable of spending the whole night talking about God knows what is out of words .. WOW!

The next day you found him repainting his old masterpiece on your kitchen wall but with mustard this time

You quietly walked up to him and replaced the mustard in his hand with a rug

-"I like this smell better"

HE WAS SO CONFUSED THE POOR THING!!

He looked down with the face of someone who was having an existential crisis and started cleaning your wall

You smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to which he responded with a blink and a worried smile

SJBDJSMBDJE HELP

So yeah, from that day foward you tried being nice to him and understanding his needs and actions

And if we're being honest here

He wasn't all that bad when you got to know him better

Aparently the other demons didn't like him that much so he tried to find other ways to entertain himself

You thought maybe boddering you was his way of expressing himself??

He thought that was the only way he could get your attetion

So you tried teaching him how to help instead of being annoying

He still went to school with you but now he insisted to help by carrying some of your stuff

He was quieter during classes and even started answering some questions on a notebook that you offered him

Maybe it was out of boredom but you were so happy!!

He was learning and that was so good and adorable! ^w^

He asked for your help sometimes with the things he couldn't solve

And you thought he looked so cute when he would bite your pencil whenever a harder question came up

You two started doing homework together and he was getting so much better at each subject

You felt like a proud mother :')

He would now watch you while you cooked for you both and would occasionally ask some questions like why did you put that in there or why were you mixing the ingredients with a fork and not a spoon

So you tried teaching him how to cook

Let's just say he was a whole m e s s

So after hours of intense baking you ended up with a weird red mix and some mashed potatoes

Your kitchen was dirty, sticky, slippery and oN FIRE OMG!!!!!!

After a visit from the fire department Hyunjin promised he would be more careful and ask you before turning on anything

You also discovered he was a whole teddy bear

Omg this boy was so soft and cuddly

He's such a clingy demon but he was also kinda shy, specially at first

THE UWUs

THEY EXPLODED

He started by getting closer to you until your shoulders touched but if you looked at him with a questioning gaze he would immediately push you to the ground and run away with a evil laugh and some flushed cheeks

Whenever you had free time you two would do a movie marathon that always ended up with holding hands or falling asleep on each other

He once had the brilliant idea that you two should definitely watch a horror movie one night

He thought it would be the perfect opportunity to prove you how strong he was and how he could protect you

But it didn't go like he had hoped to

You two ended up a trembling mess of limbs, cuddled up to each other as Hyunjin whispered how bad of an idea that was and how it was all your fault

THIS BITCH I CAN'T-

Some days you would just arrive home totally exhausted and Hyunjin would make you some warm tea and cuddle you on the sofa until you fell asleep

He'd try to stay awake in case you wanted to move or go to your room but you were so warm and cozy that he was gone not even a minute after you

He'd also insist on doing your hair when you were going out

He loved it and he had a lot of fun so anytime he had the opportunity he would ask you to let him help

At first you ended up with a mess of braids and accessories that formed a weird nest on your head

BUT HYUNJIN LOOKED SO HAPPY WITH HIS PUPPY EYES AHH

You ended up going out like that

But he got better with time

Whenever you had to leave him alone at home you would write him a list of things for him to do and others that he shouldn't even attempt to

You arrived later and found your house a little messier than before and Hyunjin cleaning a weird green goo that mysteriously fell on the floor

Y o u r f l o o r

But you couldn't be mad at him now, specially because when Hyunjin saw you he tackled and trapped you in a big bear hug that immediately melted all your anger

How can someone be so cute Hwang Hyunjin wHAT IS HE DOING TO YOU

How dare he mess with your feelings this way

You two started opening up more and more to each other and BAM that's how you got your super demon best friend :D

His mischievous side wasn't all gone, he still pranked you once in a while but now you were sure it wasn't for the sake of being mean

And he made sure to compensate you with cuddles, an attempt of a meal or a gift made of things he found around the house

It so was weird

At first you couldn't handle him but now you two are inseparable!

It's unusual but you both make it work

Your own way ^^

#stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #stray kids chan #stray kids woojin #stray kids minho #stray kids changbin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids jisung #stray kids felix #stray kids seungmin #stray kids jeongin #kim woojin #bang chan #seo changbin #lee minho #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #jeongin #this is my first fic im so nervous i hope you like it ahhh

[stormtodoroki]

Happy Pi (Pie) day

Warnings: lots of fluff, teasing, some implied smut so read at your own risks and I'mma just say 18+ to be safe.

Pairing: Crowley x Oc, Sam x sister, Dean x Sister

Words: 2,871

Summary: Beth, decided to surprise the brothers with some pies on Pi day,and make them be okay with her dating Crowley.

Beth had just woken up and ran to the kitchen to start on the pies, today was national pie day and she wanted to surprise her brothers by making them each something special. She had just started chopping the apples when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket, she set down the knife before pulling out her phone and she read the text with a small smile. She thought for a moment before she texted him back telling him she was making pies and if he wanted to help he could. Within seconds Crowley was right beside her and took some flour and placed it on her cheek he let out a small snicker with a smug like grin plastered amongst his face.

"I must say kitten you look amazing in white."

Beth's cheeks turned a light shade of pink before her face turned serious and she continued making the pie.

"You'd better not waste any more of my flour Crow. I need to make three pies with this bag."

Crowley tsked and shrugged his shoulders before he gave a light kiss to her flour stained cheek. When he pulled back he took off his overcoat and suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt with a smile.

"Guess I'll help you bake some pies then my love."

With Crowley helping Beth make the pies it actually took longer than expected as Crowley would keep stopping every other minute or so to try the mixture, put more flour on Beth, or distract her by kissing her. She fought all the urges in her to take the pie and throw it at him, but she decided to wait till later, after all, she did fancy the king, why not make the revenge fit for a king?

"Beth doll, the silence is killing me, can we please strike up a conversation? Perhaps about how come Moose and Squirrel are still in bed?"

Beth smirked while remaining silent, Crowley was getting antsy, she knew how badly he loved the sound of her voice, he's told her countless times that if given the chance he would play it over and over in his head all day and not grow tired. Well, she wasn't gonna let him have the pleasure of hearing it until they got the pies finished.

"Come on Love, I know just as well as you do that you can't keep quiet all day, you love running that mouth of yours."

Beth smiled and she put two of the pies in and set the timer, she then pointed to the unfinished one in front of Crowley and then pointed to the timer on the oven. Once Crowley got the hint he let out an exasperated sigh and became serious as he began to make the pie he was tasked with making.

"You know Beth, you seem extra enticing when you're all serious and in command. Gotta say it's driving me mad."

Beth gave a triumphant smirk and sat on a chair and watched Crowley intently as he began to finish the pie. After about 15 minutes Crowley clapped his flour soaked hands together and put his pie near the oven, being careful to not put it too close.

"Well, I do believe I'm done, Love. Now I just got to wait for your pies to finish before I can put mine in the oven. So let's say we relax a bit and you can answer my question from earlier."

He turned around and saw Beth with her eyes closed, her head slowly making its way to her right shoulder, fearing she'd fall he poofed the two of them onto the couch and rested her on his chest. He had a soft smile and listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart. When the oven beeped he snapped his fingers and the pies were on the counter, and with another snap, the last pie was put in and the timer set. Surely she can't be mad at him for using his powers to make sure they didn't burn right? At least he didn't cheat and make them automatically cooked to perfection, which was definitely easy enough to do.

After the final pie was done Crowley thought it was best to wake Beth up. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead before he began to tickle her sides, within seconds she was a laughing mess and smiled up at Crowley before she bolted up and ran to the kitchen.

"Holy Crap! The pies they're gonna-"

Crowley walked into the kitchen behind Beth and snaked his arms around her waist with a smile and he leaned to her ear and whispered.

"Gonna what? Burn? I'd never let that happen love."

Crowley smiled and nibbled her ear lightly before he spun her into his chest and kissed her passionately. He only stopped when he heard someone clearing their throat, turning around with Beth still against his chest he faked a smile.

"Moose, Squirrel it's a pleasure you two finally decided to join us. Where's your little angel Squirrel?"

Dean rolled his eyes with a groan and he looked over to Beth.

"What is he doing here Beth?"

Beth smiled and told the brothers to wait where they were, she ran over the pies and carried them over.

"Well Dean, Crowley was so sweet and decided on making pies for you two for national pie day that I decided to help him."

The three men stood shocked in front of her, Sam and Dean were shocked Crowley would actually come up with such an idea and Crowley was shocked that she told the brothers it was his idea when it really wasn't. The brothers thanked the both of them and went to the kitchen, nearly dropping the pies as Beth yelled for them to not touch the last one.

"Love, why'd you tell them it was my idea? We both know it was you, and I think your brothers know it too."

Crowley was looking at her, the confusion still plastered upon his face as he held her cheek in his hand, he kissed her gently and gave a wink. Beth's cheeks immediately turned pink and she smiled softly as she looked into his eyes.

"Cause you are sweet, and even if you are the King of Hell you still helped me make the pies. That said I'm grateful you had helped and my brothers are gonna enjoy the pies and they'll hopefully dislike you less."

Crowley pulled her into a tight embrace, his face in the crook of Beth's neck with her hair hiding his small hint of blush.

"This is one of the many reasons I love you Beth."

He looked into her light blue eyes as he took in her every detail.

"I love you too Crowley, and to prove it I have a special date night planned for us soon."

She stood on her tippy toes and gave him a quick peck and she went to the kitchen, she saved the final pie for her and Crowley, and she honestly wanted to eat it.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Crowley watched her walk away and soon followed close behind Beth, never wanting her to go out of his sights.

“And what surprise would that be?” He asked a little smile on his face as he followed her back into the kitchen.

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?" She smiled as she turned around and shot him a playful wink. "I'm really excited to taste the pie you've made though.”

“ I do like surprises. Wonder what delights you have in that head of yours.”Crowley said as he sliced the pie, smirking as he caught her wink, “I only helped, luv. Now let’s taste that pie.”

Beth smirked. "Yeah, sure you helped." She hopped up onto the counter and fixed her tank top making sure to send Crowley a mischievous wink this time around. "You made this pie on your own cause I made the other two. You took your time and kept throwing flour at me." She giggled lightly hoping he was getting antsy.

“Well I love keeping you distracted luv,” Crowley’s eyes darted to the flash of exposed skin of her waist as she oh so teasingly adjusted her shirt, throwing him a wink for good measure. Oh, such a tease indeed, making him oh so subtly lick his lips in anticipation. If she kept this up, who knows how long he’d last before giving in to temptation.

Almost forgetting about the pie in general, he unwillingly dragged his eyes away from her beautiful frame to stick the fork down into the top of the sliced piece of pie and offered her a piece,

“Taste see if it up to your standards.”

He asked innocently enough, although his eyes were focused on her lush, full lips.

Beth bit her top lip as she smiled, the blush creeping onto her cheeks, she looked down and giggled softly. "I wouldn't pass up tasting anything you cook or bake for me Crowbear." She ate the piece offered to her from the fork and she moaned pleasingly.

"Crowley my dear you've made one Hell of a pie. It is so delicious, if I could I'd probably eat it all." She leaned towards him with a seductive look in her eyes. "Of course then I'd need you to help me make room for desert." She kissed his cheek and smiled.

He watched as her lips pulled the sweet desert from the fork, all the while such sinful thoughts entered into his mind.

He smirked from her praise, and the rather cute nickname she called him when they were alone. But her moan of delight only added to his rather fiery thoughts and made a silent promise to himself that he’d make her pretty voice utter it again...and again. He felt her lips on his bearded cheek and looked at her, his eyes holding something akin to adoration although there was something as always, lurking behind that gaze of his.

He tore his attention away from those little thoughts in his head, bringing the fork back down for another piece,

“I’ll make note of that kitten, every word.” This time he brought the fork to his lips and tasted the pie,

“It’s good, sweet, but it pales in comparison to the taste of you.”

Beth blushed and hid behind her hands as she looked down, her dirty blonde locks covering her face. She crossed her legs over each other and she mentally cursed at herself for not holding out and took a deep breath determined in trying to keep this little game of hers going.

"Oh, is that so Crow-Crow? Please do tell me just how much better I am than this magnificent pie."

She looked up to him and raked her hand through her hair, pushing it away from her blueish-grey orbs.

"Maybe if I like your answer I could help you with your," She leaned forward towards his ear whispering seductively. "problem in your pants.”

He kept his gaze on her, the scent of her, sweet like the pie but the hint of her perfume, delicate like rose petals penetrating through wafting into his nose, so perfect, combining with the imagination, fueling the warmth in his stomach.

“You skin as soft as velvet cake, that voice of yours is as sweet and soft like honeysuckle.”

“Oh words can never do it justice, the sweetest thing. Pie may be dessert for you, but you’re mine. And I can’t wait to taste ever inch of you.” He said, his rough husk whispering into her ear, his hand resting on her mid thigh.

Beth's hair rose up and she quivered slightly when Crowley rested his hand on her thigh, to her it was like sparks of electricity had made her notice how much of an effect he was having on her and just like she was having on him. She reached her hand to his scruff and smiled.

"My voice is like honeysuckle? I must say I'm quite impressed with your answer Crowbear."

She traced her fingers gently along his jaw, enjoying the feeling it gave her. She then traced them down his neck to his chest where she grabbed his tie and pulled him flush to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and smirked as she traced a few circles on his chest. She then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"So why don't we go somewhere else and you can show me just how much I mean to you Crow?”

Crowley pressed closer to her, indulging in the kiss as his hands was wandering huger to her waist, his finger spread out across her thick thighs before pulling her hips flushed against his.

He lifted from the counter to his hips, “Darling, I could show you how much you mean to me, anywhere...” He said walking away from the counter with her. It seemed like Crowley was going to lay her down right on the kitchen table but he teleported with her instantly laying her down on red expensive sheets on a California King sized lavish bed, his bed. They were in Hell, “But I’d rather have you in my bed.” Crowley said deep and husky abandon her lips as he kissed her again.

Beth smiled into Crowley's chest, when he had a better hold on her, hiding the evident blush on her face. She loved how much Crowley was affected by her and her teasing. As soon as he teleported her to his bed she kissed him back and ran her hands in his sheets.

"Well you have quite a lovely bed, and it's quite obvious why you brought me here out of all other places you could take me, I mean your bed quite soft and to be honest your room feels quite homey. I couldn't dream of anywhere better, more personal."

With blush still sprawled on her face she grabbed Crowley's tie and undid it, she then put it on her shoulders with a smirk before she played with his scruff.

Crowley smiles softly, one of those very rare, rarely expressed genuine smiles. It was small but the his emotion he felt for Beth was so powerful behind it.

“You ought to be lavished and spoiled in silk sheets and sleep in the finest beds. You don’t know how much I hate seeing you sleep in decrepit shady motels and sub par twins at the bunker. I want only the best things, the softest sheets and the finest clothes to grace your skin.” He brushed a lock of her hair back from her face.

“You are welcome to sleep here anytime you please... although I can guarantee tonight there won’t be much sleeping...” He as he lifted up her shirt, sliding it gently off her beautiful chest.

“Well, I've gotten quite used to those beds cause I've been hunting for quite some time now, but just being here for this short amount of time I already don't want to ever leave this bed.”

When Crowley removed her shirt Beth’s face became beet red as she realised she was wearing her red and black laced bra today, thinking quick she struck a pose, one hand was on her hip and the other was on the back of her head.

“How do I look?”

She then smirked as she started to unbutton Crowley's buttons, she purposely stayed close to him and every other button she would accidentally graze his bulge.

“From now on luv, you can sleep here.” He chuckled as she did a quirky pose underneath him, hands on her hips and head.

Crowley loved her quirks, her little spontaneousness. Beth certainly wasn’t like other women, and he believed it was her kind heart and uniqueness that drew his attention to the Winchester.

“You look stunning luv, more beautiful than Aphrodite.” Crowley of course had not missed the sexy black and crimson red lace that adorned her bra, the lace intricately designed framing the bra and accentuated Beth’s rather beautiful features, “Did you wear this just for me?” Crowley smirked slightly, his fingers brushing ever so slightly down her side, brushing across the lace of the bra, down the soft supple skin down her, until his hand rested on the dip of her waist.

Crowley lost his composure just slightly, his brown eyes dark with lust as Beth teasingly started to undo his buttons, every so often, rubbing against him and his constrained hard member, giving him the tiniest bit of friction.

Crowley kissed her lips soft and sweet like the cherry pie filling. He stroked her cheek lovingly, swiping the pad of his thumb over her cheek as he continued his soft kiss, showing her how much he loved her even though he struggled with the words.

He wanted to take his time with her, show her his unyielding and strong feelings for her. He wanted to show her bliss, passionate and slow and sweet, just as they slipped beneath the silk sheets and spent the night tangled in sheets and each other bodies.

#supernatural #pi day #pie day #pie #Crowley #sam #dean #Winchester #baking #fluff #flour everywhere #teasing

[kly-vertical]

excerpt from an interview with Sascha Rijo

Had the opportunity of interviewing the one and only Sascha Rijo. We sat down to talk about a myriad of topics, the crux being energy. Here is something we talked about:

Kly 24:55

Does knowing about renewable energy sources and understanding the dangers surrounding climate change give you any hope for the future that we can maybe pivot from natural oil or coal to instead use cleaner sources? Do you think it's possible that we can fully switch? Do you think it can happen quickly?

Sascha Rijo 25:24

I hope [but I know that the answer is] no, no, no, no, no. Do you know what I mean? Like, yeah, I would 100% want to say yes. I don't know. I think it's also so political. It's really fucking sucks. like I am not into politics. I think it's a dirty business. You know, it's just, it's so emotionally tied to people's preferences, period, you know, and I keep on seeing whatever, like Biden and this green act, and I just see how people will shut it down without even caring to understand. And I remember watching movies like [An Inconvenient Truth], a great documentary, and has a lot to do with climate change. And a lot of people were just like, ‘oh, this is a liberal shit,’ like, that's not true. Trump is like: global warming doesn't exist. And it's like, bro, what are you talking about? All of these–for me, the base impact and why it makes me feel so emotional about it is because so many natural places are disappearing. Can it stop? Can we change it? Is it too far gone? I feel like big, deep, big things need to change. I always had this conversation with my boyfriend. He likes to buy bottled water. And he does it when I'm not at home. So I'll be here and I'll see the case by the door. Don't you want your children to live this amazing life? [He responds with]: Oh, why can't we just recycle? But, Sunrise Florida doesn't have [an efficient] recycling program. Like, but it takes [one] person. It just takes you to make different choices. And he's like: 'Oh, that's not gonna happen.' He's like, 'it's not just one individual, Sasha.' I said, what if you have that mentality? How is it ever going to get better? And I think maybe 70% or 80% of the earth feels that way.

The film industry, I have never in my life. Even [worse] than hotels, I've never seen an industry produce so much waste. Single-use plastic at another level. And every time I go to have breakfast with them or lunch with them, they give me the plastic silverware. You just feel so bad. Because everybody gets a plate and it's like a plastic plate or like then you get your fork and your knife, you eat it in two seconds, and then you throw it out. And I see these bags and bags and bags of trash. It's [the same thing] with energy. How can I change it? How can we make this shift?

Kly 28:10

So, there's like a little bit of a chain when it comes to putting the blame on people. We have corporations that come up with websites: hey, calculate your carbon footprint to see how much you are producing. And then we have governments imposing taxes on corporations who are either emitting a lot of carbon or are forcing corporations to become carbon neutral by certain year. A lot of European countries are already promising to go carbon neutral by 2030, 2040. The United States is sort of in a weird limbo. Right wing politics is like corporations can do whatever they want. Left wing politics is like the government has the right to impose [rules] on corporations to force them. So I'm just curious if we're looking for a viable solution, one that will actually work, do you think it is more on the individual, these free enterprises, these corporations that can promise to become carbon neutral or governments that have the power to actually force lifestyle change? For instance, we're in [somewhat of a war period], where the US actually today just just banned Russian oil imports. So I think Russian oil imports make up about 8% of our oil consumption. So that would hurt the Russian economy as much as it would hurt us. Another thing is that the US would have to negotiate with Venezuela for oil. So it's a little bit weird to think about, but they can really control--if oil prices go up, gas [prices] go up. Majority of people in the United States have a gas powered stove, car, anything like that [and this] might prompt them to resort to something like electric power. You know what I mean?

Sascha Rijo 0:21

Let's get a little Prius. Yeah, a Prius situation. I can do that. Yeah. So my cargo [will fit]..

Kly 0:28

Or, it'll force you to make public transit electric, however expensive that may be.

Sascha Rijo 0:35

I think not so much for me about how expensive it would be about the accessibility, right. So you think about places like Florida, where public transit is close to non-existent? Yeah. It's so bad if I could, like get on the metro, you know, like [here in Chicago or New York] and just [ride public transit] then I wouldn't have a car. Yeah, I would just sell my car. I hope that that would make so many people sell their cars. And I'm always sad about it. If you live in a little town where you could just walk everywhere, why don't we just do that? Yeah. I think in the population is about to freak out in the US because these oil prices like are already going up. And I think that people don't want to sacrifice their comfort or their lifestyles. Especially, I think deep down inside, it really sucks, but ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ with the American population. And to them, it's like: ‘Well, why is my gas going up? Oh, it's because we're, you know, putting sanctions on Russia? Well, I don't give a fuck, I'm not Ukrainian and I'm not Russian. I just want my gas to be low.’ Yeah, I think that's gonna be really tough. And I think that the government will come under a lot of fire because of it. But I support what's happening. Like, if it's gonna make me take a bike, I'll take a bike. But maybe we're helping out on the other side.

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Elgang reaction to Mexican food ( yeah I'm Mexican so I'm curious) (~•_•~)

(Fair warning – I haven’t hadtrue Mexican food in a long time I know, I’m a terrible Arizonan, soI’m so sorry if any part of this is inaccurate or, God forbid, offensive!)

Elsword scoffs, reaches forthe hot sauce despite Raven and Elesis’ warnings, and applies itliberally.  He regrets his entire life after one bite.  He didn’trealize tamales were naturallyspicy-!

Aisha decides to be the mostvanilla person ever and asks for a burrito.  She can’t fit her moutharound it and ends up eating with a knife and fork.  Elsword laughs. She hits him with a shot of guacamole.

Rena is amazed and pleasedat all the vegetarian options, and how goodthey taste.  She resolves to figure out how to cook it herself later.

Raven used to love Mexicanfood when he could eat with both hands.  He’s… sort of more limitednow, with a giant-ass claw instead of a left hand.  He ends up eatinga sopapilla or five and watching everyone else enviously.

Eve is a Nasod and cannoteat.  However, she analyzes the food, and is amazed at how well theflavors seem to combine.

Chung is timid to try it atfirst, especially when he sees the serving size.  Once he tries it,though, he ends up clearing his plate with a smile.

Ara is probably the mostreluctant.  This is way different from the food she’s used to… Sheorders tacos and doesn’t actually try the taco itself, just eatingthe meat out of it.  Eun grumbles at this.

Elesis has tried Mexicanfood before.  Elesis loves Mexican food.  It’s spicy, yet smooth,perfectly flavored and at the same time with plenty of bland add-onsjust in case the flavors are too much…. She’s probably the one thatdrags the Elgang to try it, honestly.

Add stares at it, scans it with his Dynamo, and then flatly says it doesn’t have enough sugar.  He’s much more interested in the spicy chocolate.

Lu is mostly confused by theway humans combine food, at first.  Then she actually tries it. Everyone else is amazed at how fast her food disappears.  She alsosteals some of Raven’s sopapillas.

Ciel is analyzing the foodthe entire time, trying to figure out how to replicate the tastes. He can’t figure it out.  This both intrigues and annoys him, becauseit’s really really good, and he doesn’t want to have to convince Luto come back to this particular place later.

Rose is dragged by Zero toactually eat a proper meal and stop being obsessed for once. Everything is way too spicy for her.  Zero cackles, watching herdrink like five glasses of water, and decides not to tell her thatbread is better at cutting the heat.

Ain tries it mostly out ofcuriosity, since Celestials don’t actually need human sustenance andit sort of damages his ability to transition to his Celestial form. He’s fascinated and delighted with it for the same reasons as Elesis.

#hopefully nothing's wrong-! ~ash #mod ash #anon #ask #elsword #elboy #aisha #rena #raven #eve #chung #ara #elesis #lu #ciel #rose #ain #feel free to correct us if we got anything wrong btw! ~ash #elsword imagines