#ok well we’re not perfect but more often than not i love them

[dear-ao3]

i don’t see enough of this on tumblr but it’s ok to have a great relationship with your family. i love going home. i love going to the grocery store with my dad on a saturday morning. i love driving aimlessly with my sister. i love calling my mom after work. i love waking up in my childhood bed. i love making pancakes while everyone is asleep. i love sending memes to the family group chat and having to mansplain them to my parents. i love watching hallmark movies together. i love surprising them with little gifts and treats. i love calling my parents when i have good news. i love my dads cryptic texts. i love having 5 hour phone calls with my sister. i love asking my mom how to get rid of stains. i love it.

#appreciation for good family dynamics #ok well we’re not perfect but more often than not i love them #not a tag #from saph

[justice-maul]

Jason Todd x Top Werewolf Male Reader | Headcanons Part 2

Word count: 1,595

Request(s):

I like the thought that werewolves can go into heat, on that note what if the dug or medicine if used to often their body refuses to take it kinda like reacting to poison? But if werewolves haven't had their heat in a while than it can be pretty intense. Leading up to werewolf reader completely railing Jason? - @xweirdo101x

Author Note: I love this idea and this gif is perfect for it, ugh 😩 I love Jason Todd and it shows. Read part 1 in order to understand this one.

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YALL

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Jason, porn with plot, manhandling, intense sex, animal like features, Reader has a big dick, fingering (Character receiving,) slight biting, making out, and last but most definitely not least… Breeding.

Ever since you’ve told Jason about what you really were, things have going well in your relationship for the past few months and you two have actually built a good bond of trust which just made your love for each other much stronger. But it also arises some new feelings that we’re racing in Jason’s mind

Now that he knew, you felt more comfortable showing your true strength, speed, and resilience, and while he’d never admit it to you, he couldn’t help but feel a little aroused every time you showed it off, knowing what you could so easily do to him was just such a turn on to him something he never expected would be before you

You told Jason about your heat cycle and how they can get really intense and pretty rough so you use suppressors for them which he was completely fine with but when your heat cycle came around, it seemed that your body has finally gained immunity to it at the worst time possible,

Jason was out doing his usual patrols and work at night and you were in pain and need to breed something but you wanted to hold back and not worry him, but when Jason came home that night, he called out for you and only when he walked in your shared bedroom he could finally see everything in full display

You were on the bed breathing heavily and panting as you fisted your cock desperate for release for the sixth time that day but no matter how many times you came you only felt worse, the sweat on your body was glistening, your load was twice as much, and your mind can only think about one thing and that was to relieve the aching pain in your body that was in desperate need to rail and fuck someone with your cock

Jason was frozen in place, he watched feeling completely turned on by the view in front of him, they have done many things but Y/n looked… different like this, almost animalistic and the thought of his boyfriend using his strength against him was just such a turn on to him as he just couldn’t help himself. He shifted in his weight making a floorboard creak and the noise immediately caught your attention chasing you to snap your head and toward him

Jason’s knees almost buckled at the sight of your eyes that looked exactly like a wolf’s were full of desire and absolute hunger which made his body shiver in anticipation as he slowly approached the bed with your eyes following him, not at all leaving his body for a moment, you were fighting every thought in your head that told you to pounce on him and fucking him mercilessly even though you knew that both of you wanted it

He closed the door shut and slowly got on the bed “You mind if I…” he gulped as his eyes trailed down to your length that was throbbing between your hands “Help you?…” for a second you both stayed silent, the atmosphere being very thick in the air as you both looked into each other’s eyes before you suddenly grabbed his hips flipping him onto the bed pushing him ok his back with thick muscular thighs spread out beautifully and you immediately dived between his thighs

You opened your mouth to say something your wolf fangs getting flashed to Jason which only fueled his arousal but instead of talking you leaned forward and softly bite his inner thigh, not enough to hurt but just good enough to send shivers throughout his body “Oh- god…” a whine came from his throat as he felt his cock twitch and slowly harden creating a small pool of cum on his stomach as your teeth lightly move along his inner thigh, grazing his skin as you move deeper between them

He felt your tongue loll out of your mouth and slowly begin to trace over the thick meat of his strong thighs as he practically teased both him and yourself just tasting the sweat on his skin as you inhaled the musk on his body practically tasting his scent the more you pressed into him which only made your length wetter with anticipation, he could feel your fingernails that were much sharper and longer than normal, they looked like they could claw right through him as you lightly pressed them into his skin before you finally had enough and couldn’t take it anymore rubbing your tongue over his hole before immediately pushing it in his puckered pink hole causing him to let out a choked whine

Your tongue pressed against his hole pushing in and out to tease the rim only to push your tongue further in his hole watching as he swallows the spit that gathered in his mouth and let out soft little whimpers as he bit his lip to try and muffle the noises, he watched as you pressed a thumb in and began to push it further down his hole, stretching it open and pulling it out only to watch as it clenched around nothing, you suddenly put in two fingers and scissored his heat causing him to elect a louder moan, impatiently trying to open it up enough for your cock that was throbbing in your pants and rubbing against the bed sheets

The friction only increased your lust as you fingered him faster and you can feel his patience running thin as well “Just please… fuck me already…” he begged helplessly as you stretched him open, watching as his hole squeezed down on your fingers only for you to add another finger and fuck his insides with them faster, a loud string of cusses words and moans left Jason’s lips as he felt your fingers graze against his prostate which only made him grow more impatient as a loud moan elected from his throat and you decided you both had enough so you pulled your fingers out causing him to whine from the emptiness and you wrapped your hand around your aching cock that was throbbing from the lack of attention

Jason took notice of how your cock looked somehow bigger while you were in heat and his cock twitched at the sight imagining how it would fill up his insides and completely wreck his hole only for him to look at your wolf-like gaze that pierced through his soul and the look Jason gave you right then and there was pure want and need as he reached over and gave your arousal a slow long pump feeling how it pulsed and somehow got harder in his hand, his lips parting as if he wanted to taste it but you were, long done with waiting so you grabbed him by his waist flipping him over so his face was pressed up against the pillows and his hips were raised giving you access to his wet gaping hole

Looking at the sight of Jason splayed out like this right in front of you, a complete mess you couldn’t hold back anymore and began to slowly grind your too against him before you finally pushed in his heat causing him to let out a string of cuss words at how much bigger your cock felt inside of him as you slowly began to stretch him out before finally bottoming out inside of him “Shit! Your so f-fucking big..!” He moaned out pathetically his hands clawing at your back eyes watering with tears and his jaw was slack as you leaned in to give him a sloppy kiss your tongue tasting his lips before pushing into his mouth as you drank in his moans before softly biting his bottom lip pulling at it before letting it go, electing a whine from his puffy lips

Your tongue was much longer than before he swore you could’ve even deep-throat him with how long it was now and the way you were using your tongue on him felt as if you were fucking his mouth the same rough and passionate way you fucked his hot stretched out hole railing him as if you were truly just an animal causing his mind to fall blank as he threw his head back and arched into your large cock feeling as it rammed against his prostate over and over again. Your thrusts only quickened as you felt your release coming near and you began to rut into him letting out a deep moan/growl from your throat as you felt the heat growing inside of you and you leaned down biting his neck

Although it wasn’t hard enough to break skin it made Jason let out a loud moan as his cock twitched before finally spilling all over his stomach his orgasm only causing him to clench down on your length making you groan before you spilled your own load inside of him making him whimper as he felt your seed seeping into his hole deep inside of him, some of it spewing out of it because of the intense amount of build-up from your heat and you pulled out watching as it all spilled out only for you to thrusts your hips back into his wet sticky mess and beginning to pound him all over again making him let out a yell as he couldn’t even keep up with you anymore and he knew that this night was far from over and him getting any restraint that night was very unlikely, but he couldn’t complain for a moment

#answered asks #answered #male reader #dom male reader #dom reader #dom!reader #male reader insert #dc x reader #robin x reader #red hood #red hood x male reader #red hood x reader #red hood headcanon #red hood x you #dc x male reader #dc smut #dcau #jason todd #top male reader #x male reader #male!reader #top reader #seme male reader #batfam #batman universe #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanon

[dutchdread]

Hey Dutch what is your opinion on crises core reunion ? I had few ca tell me it didn’t do anything for zack and aerith relationship it just made things worse ? I don’t know we’re they get that belief from but it’s there opinion. Did you think the story was ok and gave good context on what they mean to each other?

People give too much flack to Crisis Core. I only played the original CC back on the PSP so I can't say anything about whether or not Reunion made it better or worse, but I enjoyed the original. But part of that is because I simply had lower expectations for portable games than I do for AAA pc or console titles. I won't deny that the game has a bunch of stuff that could have been done better (Cough, genesis, cough), but it had its strong points as well. I think some of the basic concepts of Crisis Core are good in principle, like theme of hopes and dreams, and watching how Zack through adversity unwillingly becomes the hero that he always wanted to be. But the execution was often lacking. I love the idea of watching a several friends slowly break, and I think there is potential in tying that story into them being "monsters" and exploring what it really means to be a monster vs being a hero. But again. The way it was handled made it rather ridiculous and overly obtuse. The constant quoting of Loveless, ESPECIALLY without it ever getting a clear meaning that allows the player to connect with it, Angeals random dramatic self-pity, and a bunch of other stuff just made it so that storywise a lot of the bad overshadowed the good. But I played CC for Zack and Aerith, and they were perfect in my opinion.I loved seeing Aerith like an actual 16 year old girl and how her time with Zack rubbed off on her and caused her to start living every day to the fullest. I still think that the scene with Aerith hugging Zack from behind is one of the most romantic scenes in FF, simply because of how viscerally real it is. Her trying to make small talk, him just being there, choosing to mourn in the presence of the woman he loves, not needing to be consoled, but just needing her presence. And then that hug "sometimes you don't need words to tell a person how you're feeling" indeed. This is also a part of the reason I am convinced Aerith was still projecting Zack onto Cloud at the end of Rebirth "our place", "the church", Yeah right. For Cloud and Aerith the church is just a place they happened to spend about 5 minutes at one point, not even the place they met. Meanwhile Zack went there to see her for I think about one and a half years. He goes there instantly in intergrade, he goes there in Rebirth, we see him waiting there for Aerith at the end of rebirth, the core visual for Crisis core was changed to TAKE PLACE IN THE CHURCH. But the Church is Cloud and Aeriths place.....yeah right. Either that is an intentional hint that Aerith is still projecting, or the writing has fallen off a cliff. Then we have the other character moments, Cloud and Tifa pining for each other, the parallels between Cloti and Zerith. Zack promising Aerith he'll come for her underneath the water tower. And my favorite Aeriths "23 tiny little wishes", all encompassed in the one with to "spend more time with Zack". Which is then ultimately fulfilled via Cloud in the OG/rebirth. And then of course there is the ending, my favorite ending of any game ever aside from Nier:Automata. Man I bawled my eyes out. So yeah, I like Crisis Core, it's messy, but it's messy with a lot of gold in it, and for a portable title I think that's not half bad.

#ffvii #cloti #ffvii rebirth #ffvii remake #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #ff7 #zerith

[pensat-i-fet]

Wrong team (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**I got this cute little request and I like to think I managed to match the cuteness. I hope you agree and that you enjoy reading it ❤️**

Word count: 1216

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Waiting for your boyfriend to come back home so you could show him the surprise you got for him was torture. It happened to you every time. If you bought a birthday present for someone a week before the birthday, you spent all seven days desperate to give it to them and see their reaction. So even if there was a whole month of waiting between today and the GP, you just had to tell Rúben about it.

When he opened the door, you could hear him on the phone talking to someone.

“Yes, that’s great. Just me and her. Yes, perfect. We’ll see you then, thanks”.

“Hiii!”, you said, walking to the door with a huge grin on your face.

“What’s going on?”, he asked, smirking. He knew you were hiding something but were about to tell him because you were a terrible liar.

“I got a surprise for you”.

“Ok, what is it?”

“So, remember how you went to the Monaco GP last year?”, you waited for him to nod. “I thought we could go again, but together, and I bought us the best tickets. They cost me a fortune so don’t say now that you already got plans”.

He laughed too but there was something odd in his expression.

“Would they be easy to return?”

“What?”

“I just got a call from the people that invited me last year and they want to invite me again. So there won’t be any need for your tickets. I’m getting them for free”.

“Oh my God, that’s amazing!”, you jumped into his arms. This kind of ruined your surprise but who cared? This was better.

“And I know you don’t love Red Bull but…”.

“Wait, what? You’ve been invited by Red Bull?”

“Of course. Who else would invite me?”

“Well, my tickets are for Mercedes. That’s where I want to be”.

Rúben laughed but then saw how serious you actually were.

“You’re kidding, right? You can see the cars just the same from the Red Bull area”.

“I can see the football just the same from the Old Trafford VIP area and you don’t see me there when you play United. I’m on the away end”.

He sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to convince you.

“So what do we do?”

“Easy”, you said. “You thank Red Bull for their generosity and come to the GP with me and stay with the best team”.

“But I like Red Bull”, he said, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.

“Then date Verstappen”.

“Do you think I’m his type?”

“Ugh!!”

You left, annoyed at him and at his silly jokes that were going to make you laugh. But it was ok. There was a month to convince him to do the right thing.

                                      **

“It’s your last chance to do the right thing, Rúben”, you said when you were about to land.

“I could say the same to you”.

“You know, my whole family supports United. It would be so easy for me to do the same but no, I support City because of you. You should support Mercedes because of me”.

“I would if you worked for them”, he tried to reason.

“I support Benfica because of you”, you tried, changing tactics.

“You’ve never watched a match from the Portuguese league in your life”.

Seeing how he was trying not to laugh made you roll your eyes.

“I’ll see you at the after parties then”.

He followed you laughing, and making everyone look at him.

“Come on! Don’t be like that”.

“We’re enemies this weekend, Dias. Just deal with it. And give me a kiss before I leave”.

“Do you kiss your enemies often?”

“Yeah, it’s really sexy. You should try it…right now”.

But you were mostly all bark and no bite and spent a lot more time with Rúben than what you told him you would. Obviously staying together at the hotel, having meals together, attending the after parties with him…but when it was race time, he went to Red Bull and you went to Mercedes.

He didn’t care about most of the behind-the-scenes stuff that went on so he used the pre-race time to walk around seeing people and checking how the atmosphere was. You, on the other hand, were making sure you didn’t miss one thing the Mercedes team was doing. You were surprised they didn’t think you were spying for their rivals or something.

And that’s how Rúben ended up on the grid being interviewed for Sky Sports. There were more football players there but he was with his City teammate Phil Foden when the presenter asked them if he could talk to them for a second as part of their pre-race coverage.

“Rúben, you were here last year too. Getting addicted to the sport?”

“I’ve been for a while”, he laughed. “Actually, my girlfriend is a crazy Formula 1 fan so I have to always watch the races, the Netflix show, the interviews on Youtube…I might know more than you by now”.

The presenter laughed before asking the obvious question. “Where is she then? Don’t tell me you got invited and didn’t bring her as your plus 1. And if you did, I hope you have a comfortable sofa at home”.

“She is here…but not with me”.

“How so?”

“She’s a Mercedes fan and refuses to be anywhere near Red Bull, so…”.

“Oh boy…”, said Foden, trying not to laugh too much at his teammate’s words.

“Yeah”.

“Well, I hope you don’t get in too much trouble for supporting the wrong team. Have a good time, guys”.

“Thank you”.

The race ended up being as intense as most GP in Monaco were. And, unfortunately for you and Rúben, neither Red Bull nor Mercedes won the race. It was Aston Martin's Fernando Alonso that worked his magic once again to win the most iconic GP of the season.

"I lost and you lost", you said to Rúben when you found him at the restaurant. "My cousin must be thrilled, though. She loves Alonso".

"Do you want to eat something before we leave?"

"Not really".

"Let's go then".

Rúben took your hand and you walked towards the boat that was going to take you back to the hotel.

"Come here. I've missed you".

He made you sit on his lap, hugging you tightly. And you just relaxed looking around at the beautiful views.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I did. I missed you, though. Can we not support opposite teams next time?"

Rúben laughed and you remembered what was on your bag.

"Oh, I bought you a gift".

"Really?"

You took the cap out of the bag and he laughed again seeing you bought a Mercedes one for him.

"I can wear it if you don't like it", you said, putting it on your head and messing up the updo you had spent half an hour on that morning.

"It does look better on you. No surprise there".

You stayed quiet for a couple of minutes, not really minding the silence.

"So…next GP we invite your cousin and support Aston Martin? Maybe that's the solution to our little problem".

You laughed at how silly he could be but loved that he was already thinking about what GP you'd attend next. "Yeah, maybe".

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fluff #footballer imagine #footballer one shot #footballer fluff

[the-bisexual-a-genda]

(This is self indulgent fic there’s blood mentioned but idk any other trigger warnings)

The Thistlespring tree shakes as Gorgug’s head connects with the top of the doorframe. Windows rattle with the force of impact. And the truly massive stack of books clatters from his arm in a rowdy cacophony. 

“Whoa, there bud,” Digby says rushing into the room. 

“Been awhile since you bumped the ole’ doorframe. What’s going on? Do ya need some ice? Or-”, Wilma says fussing over her son.

“No, I don’t need ice. I should actually get to work I didnt get it all done at Fabian’s”, Gorgug’s voice was tired.

“Get to work? Well, jeez there kiddo I love the hustle but it’s the first day! Come, come sit a bit let’s talk about it”, Digby says.

Gorgug puts up no resistance as his parents shepherd him into the kitchen. His chair sticks out like a sore thumb from the set sized for his parents. But it’s still a bit too small. 

“So what’s going on? How can we help?”, Gorgug can't tell whose saying what. They both use this phrase so much that it blends together. Help. Gorgug needs help. He knows he needs help. But what can they actually do?

“I just had a long day. I’m fine”, Gorgug cringes as the lie leaves his mouth. 

“Well, bud-” They know. “ Your Mom and I know-ya know. You’re a young man. You’re entitled to your privacy-”

“I think I hate Porter. And I know what you’re gonna say. Hate is a strong word. And you need to use your words and all that and I do! I did! I told him- I told him,” Gorgug’s face was hot. His eyes going black with rage, as tears stream down his face. 

“Hey, I know you tried kiddo. I know”,  Wilma’s voice is soft.

Gorgug tenses as she reaches out a hand. The Thistlesprings share a look at this, full of concern and a desperate need to help. Gorgug knows this look. The look accompanies his rage more often than not. A strange bittersweet reminder that while his parents love him they do not understand him. He sighs. 

“Sorry. Ok here’s what happened.” Gorgug is careful as he recounts the event. Keeping the rage in check as he tells them everything. Tells them about his MCAT being denied. About the 4 years' worth of classes he has to take. About how he’s still the kid from freshman year who sings songs.

As Gorgug mentions their song, a change begins. In perfect harmony, the looks of concern fall from his parents' faces. Replaced with a look he was intimately familiar with. Dark dilated pupils that swallow their irises. Blood pumping hard enough in their veins you can see it move. And each of their tiny hands curled into fists. 

A chill runs up his spine as he watches them become unrecognizable. Any trace of the kind, patient, loving parents he knows so well is gone. Replaced by these stone-faced automatons whose purpose is to contain this emotion. Rage.

“Hey, hey it’s ok. I got it. Artificing is all about perspiration. I can handle it. And you guys can help w-with stuff,” Gorgug’s voice has never been this soft.

Digby is the first to return. Shaking his head slightly like he’s brushing something away. His smile is shaky but sincere as he reaches for Wilma’s hand. 

“Mom?”, Gorgug reached for her other hand.

“I’m gonna take care of it,” her smile was unnerving with her eyes still so dark. She hops down from the table and turns toward her son. “Here’s what’s gonna happen you’re gonna go straight to bed and get some rest. And then tomorrow we’re going to go down to the school and have a chat.”

“Mom, are you sure you’re ok?”, he’d never been scared of someone else’s rage before.

“Think we’re gonna have a lot more to talk about from now on,” her smile is different than it used to be. The devotion there is no longer blind. There’s knowledge there that she didn’t have before. Allowing mother and son see each other in a new light.

🛠️

Gorgug’s alarm doesn’t go off the next morning.

Or rather it does but a tiny clockwork toy muffles the speakers. Gorgug’s sleep is uninterrupted as the bells of Augefort chime. And two gnomes slip out the back door.

Wilma stalks forward clad in armor that hums with energy. Adjusting the calibrations on her gauntlet as she walks. Digby scrambles behind her looking guiltily between her and back toward their home.

“I just think ya shouldn’t have lied”, Digby insists

“I didn’t lie. If Gorgug wakes up before noon and comes down that’ll be just fine. If he’s mad at me for gettin’ a headstart that’s fine too. But I just wanted some one-on-one with this Porter first.”, Wilma’s lip curls as she says his name.

“Now I don't see why you’d need all this armor just to talk to the man.”, Digby says.

“Oh, I’m gonna talk. I got quite a bit I wanna say.”, Wilma brings out a set of whirling ion stones as she speaks. They swirl in a dark halo around her head. Just as agitated as their master.

“Wilma I think we should take a minute before-”

“I’ve taken plenty of minutes. I got a full eight hours, made my breakfast, and now I’m on my way to meet the man who made my son cry. Made him cry, Digby! Do you know how many times our son has cried in his life? Six. And we have been there for him every single time! And that’s not gonna stop now!”, Wilma’s voice raises with every word until she is screaming.

“Please just let me take the lead. I know you don’t wanna do anything to embarrass Gorgug. It’s his teacher Wilma he’s gonna see him all year! We gotta at least try to keep things civil”, Digby says placatingly.

“You wanna take the lead on this you can take the lead on this. But I’m not taking the armor off.”, Wilma says walking through the school's doors.

Digby knocks on the door hoping silently no one is there. No such luck. A powerfully built stone genasi opens the door before the second knock. The barbarian looks down at the pair and raises his brow. The silence is violent as Digby struggles with what to say.

“Mr. Cliffbreaker hi I uh my wife and I wanted to talk to you about our son. Gorgug Thislespring.”, Digby’s voice squeaked.

Porter barely bothers to hide his smirk. 

“This is about the MCAT I denied I take it”, Porter says walking back towards his desk. Digby spares a glance back a Wilma before following. Her smile is a tightly coiled spring, tense and metallic.

“It sure is! We just don’t quite get what it is that’s going on here. We were hoping to hear it from the horse's mouth”, Wilma pipes up.

Digby chokes. Porter laughs. 

“You know if your son showed a little bit of that kinda fire in class we wouldn’t have this problem”, Porter chuckles.

“But we do have a problem Porter. We have a problem and a little thing about me. I’m quite good at dealing with problems”, Wilma’s voice is ice cold.

“Is that right?”, Porter says.

“Well! I think we just gotta, we gotta start chattin’ and figure it out huh gang!”, Digby is desperate.

“Alright, I’ll put it plain. If Mr.Thistlespring has what it takes to multiclass I haven’t seen it. Now if he wants to break his back doing all that Articifer stuff I can’t stop him. But I haven’t seen the rage I need to believe that”, Porter says kicking his feet up onto his desk.

“And that’s fair but what we’d love is just some clear-cut goals that he could be working towards. Cause he’s a straight A student, so from our standpoint, he’s doing plenty already”, Digby says.

“I’m sure you all feel that way but I don’t. So we’re done here.”, Porter says walking towards the door.

“Well now wait a minute! I’m not done talking!”, Digby insists.

Porter keeps his pace carelessly bumping into Digby. A slight he’d experienced a thousand times. It doesn’t bother him there’s still a chance here if he could just make him listen.

🎶”If you just give this song a chance

Our words will do the conversation dance

Let’s talk it out, let’s talk it out, let’s”-

“Enough”, the strings of the ukelele snap in Porter’s grip, “I’ve heard enough of these fucking songs from your son.”

“I don’t think you have”, the office door locks behind Wilma.

“Mrs.Thistlespring what is it you think you’re doing here?”, Porter says.

“Funnily enough I find rational thought quickly leaving me”, Wilma punctuates her words with a snap of her fingers. 

Chains streak from Wilma in a silvery blur. Porter barely manages to bring his hammer up in defense from them. When Wilma herself flies at his face gauntlets rippling with electricity. He snatches her from the air a second before she reaches him, hand wrapping around her throat. 

A ukelele splinters across the back of his head. Wilma tumbles from his hand. As Porter whips around to his second opponent. Digby tosses the ruined instrument aside as their eyes meet. 

“What the hell is wrong with-”

“Enough talk!”, Digby cuts him off with a wild punch.

Porter loses hold of his hammer as Wilma gives a powerful yank. Porter stumbles and growls. Sending Digby careening across the room with a backhand. He wheels around kicking Wilma hard in the gut. She grabs his ankle sending a vicious current of electricity into her adversary. 

Digby bleeds, turning on a white hot blowtorch. A look of dark determination on his face. Wilma giggles. A mirthless noise is as sharp as the sawblade she brings out. They work in perfect tandem. Taking every injury in stride as they go to work.

They analyze his weaknesses and exploit them mercilessly. Their movements brutally efficient as they take him apart in every sense of the word. They are mechanists and he is nothing more than a pile of parts. 

⚒️

Gorgug has never been late to class. Worry fills his stomach as he rushes into Porter’s office. 

“Sorry Mr.Cliffbreaker my alarm, it didn’t-”

Gorgug stops speaking as he sees his gore covered parents in the middle of casting revivify on what looks like a pile of rubble.

“What the fuck is going on?”,Gorgug had never been more confused in his life and he’s been pretty confused.

“Hey there bud! We’re just about finished up here!”, Digby says finishing up the spell.

The pieces snap back in place in a flash of light. Porter gasps back into life. Jolting to his feet as he looks around wildly. 

“We just wanted some time with your barbarian teacher here”, Wilma says patting Porter's arm. 

“Uh, Gorgug why don’t you and I talk about that MCAT?”

#dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #gorgug thistlespring #wilma thistlespring #digby thistlespring #porter cliffbreaker

[kjack89]

Back to Where We Started (Chapter 1/?)

For @theworldfallsup for my 10 year/4k follower anniversary, who requested a Mr. & Mrs. Smith-type AU.

It's gotten long, so I'm splitting it into multiple chapters, largely to force myself to actually finish it.

E/R, modern AU. CW: Mentioned character death, gun violence, everything you'd expect from an action movie AU.

Cosette offered the two men sitting on the couch in her office a tight smile. “I’m sorry for being late,” she said as she sat down. “My last session ran over.”

“It’s fine,” the blond man sitting on the left assured her with a faint accent she couldn’t quite place.

She nodded, giving them both a quick once-over as she pulled her pad of paper close to her. For as long as she’d been doing this, it would never not surprise her how much she could learn about a couple before they even got into whatever issue had ostensibly brought them in for couple’s therapy. In the case of the two men sitting in front of her, the tension between them was palpable, mostly based on the fact that they were sitting at opposite ends of the couch rather than directly next to her. And based on the way his knee was bouncing at about ninety miles an hour, the darker-haired man was particularly unconvinced that this was going to work.

“So,” she said, “my name is Cosette Fauchelevent. Which one of you is Enjolras?” The blond raised his hand and she smiled at him before switching her gaze to the brunet. “And you must be Grantaire.”

“I assume these incredible deductive reasoning skills explain the exorbitant price we’re paying for this,” Grantaire said in lieu of an answer.

Cosette didn’t so much as blink. “Then let’s get right into it to justify the cost,” she said pleasantly. “What’s wrong with your marriage?”

Both Enjolras and Grantaire stared at her. “Who said something was wrong with it?” Enjolras asked, his brow furrowed.

“Mostly the fact that you’re sitting here,” Cosette said, still pleasant. “But if you’d rather, we can back up a little. How long have you been married?”

“Three years,” Grantaire said.

Cosette nodded. “And how often do you have sex?” This time, she didn’t wait for either of them to protest. “Sex is a cause or symptom of larger issues more often than you might think, so better to get it out in the open.”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “Sex isn’t really our problem,” he muttered, the tips of his ears burning red, as Grantaire crossed and recrossed his legs, studiously avoiding looking at him.

Cosette just nodded again, scribbling a note on her pad of paper. “On a scale of one to ten, how satisfied would you each say you are with your sex life?”

For the first time all session, Enjolras and Grantaire glanced at each other. “Eight,” Enjolras said, and Grantaire looked back at Cosette.

“Wait, is ten the best or is one the best? Like is ten mind-blowing sex every day, and one is bad missionary once every six months, or—?”

“Just answer instinctively,” Cosette said.

Grantaire jerked a nod, looking back at Enjolras. “Ok. Ready?”

“Ready,” Enjolras said.

They both looked at Cosette and said in perfect unison, “Eight.”

Cosette jotted down another note. “And how often do you say ‘I love you’?”

The question was met with a stunned sort of silence. Then, Enjolras leaned forward, his brow furrowed. “I don’t understand the question.”

“Yeah, I’m lost,” Grantaire added quickly. “Is this a one to ten thing?”

“It’s really not,” Cosette said, circling something in her notes. “But how about I make this easier: do you love each other?”

Again, silence.

Cosette let it linger for as long as she personally felt comfortable with before clearing her throat. “Maybe we should back up even further,” she said, keeping her tone as neutral as possible. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourselves, like what you do for a living? Sometimes that can be a sore spot between couples.”

Enjolras looked visibly relieved at the change in subjects. “Oh, well, I’m involved in local politics—”

Grantaire snorted derisively. “I think she meant, like, your job.” He glanced at Cosette. “Which is a sore spot, because he doesn’t have one.”

A muscle worked in Enjolras’s cheek. “We’re very fortunate to not need a second income, which allows me to focus on things that matter,” he said, something warning in his tone. “And I don’t know that I’d consider photography a real job, anyway.”

“Is that what you do?” Cosette asked Grantaire, ignoring the murderous look he had just shot Enjolras. “Photography?”

“Yeah,” Grantaire said gruffly. “I used to be a wildlife photographer. Traveled all over: Sub-Saharan Africa, the Middle East, the Korean Peninsula, Siberia—”

Cosette cocked her head. “I wouldn’t think there’d be a lot of wildlife in Siberia,” she remarked.

Something shifted in Grantaire’s expression. “You’d be surprised,” he said before clearing his throat. “Anyway, now I mostly do, like, weddings, senior portraits, stuff like that.”

“I’m sensing that you’re not particularly enthusiastic about the type of photography you’re currently doing.”

Grantaire jerked a shrug. “It’s fine. It’s steady. It’s – well, I mean, it doesn’t quite compare to traveling the world, but…”

He trailed off and Enjolras shifted impatiently in his seat. “But we both agreed that we can do a lot of good right here in this community, right, honey?”

“Absolutely, sweetheart,” Grantaire said, saccharine sweet. “Of course, if it weren’t for traveling, we never would have met, so…”

“Oh, where did the two of you meet?” Cosette asked.

“East Africa,” Enjolras and Grantaire said, again in unison.

Cosette nodded. “Were you on vacation?”

“Something like that.”

Three Years Ago

Enjolras wasn’t naïve about what he looked like, so the fact that he managed to slip unnoticed through the crowded market in Bujumbura spoke to how much effort he’d put into learning how to blend in. It was a necessary survival skill, after all, given his line of work.

It was also a skill put to the test when he overheard a snippet of conversation between two men in police uniforms patrolling the outskirts of the market, and more specifically, the name General Lamarque. Enjolras’s step slowed, and he lingered longer than was wise to overhear what they were saying next, hopeful that it would be about the continued rumblings of revolution that Lamarque was stirring in the former capital city.

Instead, what he heard next made his blood run cold.

“Le Général Lamarque est mort.”

And then: “Assassinat.”

Enjolras was immediately aware that these two were not the only police in the market, and that the police he saw were much more heavily armed than usual. And scanning the crowd as if looking for someone.

He backed away quickly, his heart pounding in his chest as he rapidly thought through every exit strategy he had developed over the past few weeks living in Burundi. But he hadn’t thought that this would happen, at least not this early on, so the vast majority of them wouldn’t work, especially if the police were looking for anyone they could reasonably accuse of being involved.

Like anyone foreign, and traveling alone.

He couldn’t do anything about the former, but he could try to figure something out for the latter.

Plan decided on, he turned on heel and strode back in the direction of city centre and the few hotels in the area, hoping he could find someone friendly. It wasn’t exactly a tourist-heavy part of the world, but there were bound to be a few NGO workers who wouldn’t have been evacuated yet.

He managed to make it inside a hotel lobby before he was stopped by two men in paramilitary uniforms who spoke to him in rapid French. Enjolras only half-listened, looking over their shoulders into the bar he could just see, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he locked eyes with a dark-haired man sitting by himself at the bar.

Not that Enjolras particularly cared at the moment, but the man wasn’t much to look at, though judging by the way his shirt tightened across his chest as he moved, he was well-muscled, and that mattered far more given everything. “Cet homme là,” he said, interrupting the man speaking. “C’est mon ami.”

He didn’t wait to hear what they said, just brushing past them and making a beeline for the man in the bar, who smiled when he approached. “I was wondering when you’d be back,” he said, with a kind of warm familiarity that Enjolras wouldn’t have appreciated under any other circumstance. “I was beginning to think I was going to spend the evening drinking by myself.”

“You’re traveling together?” one of the military officials asked sharply.

“Of course,” the man said, as if it was obvious, and Enjolras thanked whatever higher power might exist that he was rolling with it. “Do you need to see our visas, or…?”

A sudden burst of gunfire came from the street, and the officials exchanged glances. “You should get to your embassy,” one said shortly before they both hurried outside, leaving Enjolras alone with the man who just might have saved his life, or at the very least, kept him out of a Burundi prison cell. 

“I hope you don’t think that was, uh, forward of me,” the man said, almost a little sheepishly. “Only the bartender just told me that someone was assassinated and the military police are looking for anyone traveling alone, and then I saw you, and, well, you looked a little desperate, so I just figured—”

“You figured correctly,” Enjolras said, cutting off the man’s ramble. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of more gunfire. “And while I thank you for your assistance, we should get out of here.”

The man nodded and turned back to the bar, grabbing whatever he’d been drinking it and downing it in a single gulp. “To the embassy?” he asked. Enjolras hesitated, because of course he had absolutely no way of explaining that going to any embassy was as dangerous for him as staying put, but thankfully, the man then offered, “Or I have a connection that was going to take me to Kenya tomorrow anyway, and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind an extra passenger.”

“Are you sure?” Enjolras asked, surprised.

The man shrugged. “He owes me a favor,” he said breezily. “Or ten.” He looked at Enjolras expectantly. “So what do you say?”

Enjolras shrugged as well. “It’s as good a plan as any,” he said, aiming to match the man’s breezy tone.

The man laughed. “Not exactly brimming with enthusiasm, but I’ll take it.” He held his hand out for Enjolras to shake. “My name is Grantaire.”

“Enjolras,” Enjolras said, shaking his hand, but before he could say anything more, there was the sound of a distant explosion. “How would your connection feel about moving our trip up to today?”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” Grantaire said. “I need to grab my bag from upstairs. Do you…?”

“No,” Enjolras said, thinking of his clothes, forged passport and array of weaponry currently stashed in what had been General Lamarque’s camp outside the city. “No, I never travel with anything I can’t afford to leave behind.”

Grantaire smiled at him. “Well,” he said, “just as long as that doesn’t include me.”

Enjolras laughed as well. “Don’t worry,” he said, and it was only after Grantaire had left for his hotel room that Enjolras added, “it absolutely does.”

— — — — —

Three nights later, Enjolras slipped out from under Grantaire’s arm still draped across his waist and held his breath when the other man shifted in his sleep. But Grantaire didn’t stir and Enjolras breathed a sigh of relief before standing and heading over to his bag to grab his satellite phone. He glanced at Grantaire before stepping out onto the balcony, closing the door softly behind him.

Then he called Combeferre.

“Thank God you’re alive,” Combeferre said by way of greeting, and Enjolras half-smiled as he leaned down to rest his elbows on the balcony railing.

“Alive, and made it to Nairobi,” he reported. “Wish I could say the same about Lamarque.” 

Combeferre sighed. “I know. It’s a tough loss.”

“Tough?” Enjolras repeated. “It’s going to set back progress in the region by at least a decade.”

“Unfortunately, we’ve got bigger problems than that,” Combeferre said, a little grimly.

“Like what?”

Combeferre cleared his throat. “The Burundi government evidently recovered some of your personal effects, and after connecting your most recent alias to some of your other ones, well…let’s just say you’re being blamed for the assassination. Meaning you’re also now on every terrorist watchlist in the world.” Enjolras had expected as much, not that it made it easier to hear. “Speaking of which, how did you make it all the way to Kenya on your own?”

Enjolras glanced back over his shoulder to make sure Grantaire was still sleeping. “I’m not on my own.”

“You – what?”

This was the part of the conversation that Enjolras had been dreading most. “I met someone,” he said, and when Combeferre was silent, he added, “His name is Grantaire. He’s an American, a wildlife photographer, and he used his connections to get us both out of there.”

“And then you immediately abandoned him in Nairobi, right?” Combeferre asked, and Enjolras could just picture him pinching the bridge of his nose.

Enjolras traced a finger along the balcony railing as he hedged, “Define abandoned.”

“Enjolras.”

“He’s very nice,” Enjolras assured him. “And he thinks he just saved my life.”

“Courfeyrac and I wouldn’t have let—”

“You know that, and I know that, but…”

“But what?” Combeferre demanded, exasperated. “Enjolras, you can’t just sleep with a random American you met in a war zone without us thoroughly vetting him!”

Enjolras made a face. “Tell that to Courfeyrac,” he muttered.

He could practically hear Combeferre roll his eyes. “Courfeyrac doesn’t exactly have the same international profile that you do. And this guy could be CIA, he could be INTERPOL—”

“Or he could be my ticket out of here.”

Combeferre was silent for a moment before asking warily, “What do you mean?”

Enjolras cleared his throat. “I mean, it’ll be, what, three to five years before the heat dies down enough that I can get back to work, right?”

“At least.”

Enjolras nodded. “So I’ll spend the next three to five years with Grantaire,” he said, looking over his shoulder again before telling Combeferre, “He asked me to marry him.”

“He – what?” Combeferre said weakly. “It’s been three days!”

That had more or less been Enjolras’s reaction, though he at least had the benefit of seeing how amazing the sex was before Grantaire asked him the world’s dumbest question. But while Enjolras had demurred at the time, he had also been thinking about it. And now he needed Combeferre on his side. “What can I say, almost dying together has a tendency to accelerate the timeline.”

“Enjolras,” Combeferre said, with the kind of patience a parent used on a misbehaving child, “you can’t marry him.”

Enjolras shrugged. “After a thorough background check, I don’t see why not—”

“Because you are wanted by INTERPOL, the FBI, the CIA, Mossad, Hezbollah, the Russian SVR, NYPD, LAPD, and the Cook County Assessor’s Office for $5,000 in back owed property taxes!” 

Combeferre practically shouted the last bit, and Enjolras cocked his head. “I’m pretty sure Courfeyrac added that last one to my file as a joke,” he said mildly, “seeing as how it’s the plot of the Blues Brothers.”

 “That’s not the point—”

“No, the point is, I need to lie low until the heat from any and all of those dies down,” Enjolras said, with conviction. “And the sane thing to do is to flee to a non-extradition island somewhere and wait it out.”

“Exactly, the sane thing—”

“And the predictable thing.” Combeferre fell silent and Enjolras paused before asking, “Can you honestly tell me that you think the CIA is going to come looking for me in a suburb in middle America? Let alone Mossad, or the SVR?”

Combeferre sighed, and Enjolras knew he had already won. “I think we can safely assume that the CIA is going to come looking for you wherever they pick up your trail.”

“Then we’ll do whatever we can to make sure I don’t leave one.” Enjolras half-smiled. “Come on, you have to admit, of all the asinine plans we’ve made, this one actually might work.”

“Maybe.” It was Combeferre’s turn to pause, and Enjolras knew he was readying his most convincing argument. “But what happens to Grantaire after three to five years?” Enjolras was silent, and Combeferre sighed again. “I have always supported you, and I’m not going to stop now, but this is a mistake.”

Enjolras shook his head. “I don’t think it is. Combeferre, you know me. You know that I’m not…sentimental. But Grantaire…” He trailed off and shook his head again. “He’s different. No questions, no demands, it’s like he already knows the truth about me and doesn’t care.”

“Then it’s even more of a mistake,” Combeferre said heavily.

“Maybe,” Enjolras echoed. “But the worst that can happen could happen anywhere, with anyone. So why not?”

Combeferre was silent for so long that Enjolras almost checked to make sure the call didn’t drop. Then, reluctantly, he said, “I’ll talk to Courfeyrac. We’ll get started on the arrangements. Let me know when you’re back stateside.”

“Thank you,” Enjolras said softly. He hung up and turned the phone over in his hands, removing the SIM card with practiced fingers before casually dropping the phone off of the balcony.

And just in time, as moments later, Grantaire stepped out onto the balcony, yawning widely. “What are you doing up?” he asked sleepily, wrapping his arms around Enjolras waist from behind and dropping a kiss onto his bare shoulder.

Enjolras turned to face him. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said. “I was thinking about what you asked me.”

Hesitation flickered across Grantaire’s expression. “I know it’s only been a few days—”

“Yes.”

Grantaire blinked. “Yes – yes what?”

Enjolras smiled. “Yes, I will marry you.”

A grin spread slowly across Grantaire’s face. “Seriously?” he breathed, and when Enjolras nodded, he let out a whoop before pulling Enjolras close and kissing him. “You’re not going to regret this, I promise.”

“I know,” Enjolras told him, closing his eyes as Grantaire pulled him in again.

He’d had worse covers, after all.

And how bad could three to five years of marriage be?

>>Read Part 2>>

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

I meant it when I said for better or worse

Pairings: Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell x reader

Warnings: mention of miscarriage, infertility, terminal illness, dying

Summary: Pete reminds you that he is there for the long haul.

Massive thanks to @callsign-phoenix for proof reading this for me. Congratulations on 500 followers.

Standing by the window, the world seemed to move by so fast. Everyone was out enjoying the 4th of July weekend. The sun was shining, the smell of cooking meat filled the air and you could hear the occasionally misfiring firework that had been let off. The world seemed so alive and yet you felt trapped, stuck inside while everyone went on without you. 4th July celebrations had always been your favourite but now it just reminded you of what you had lost.

“Honey, come on, you need to rest. The doctors said you need to keep your strength up.” Pete came up beside you and rested a hand gently on your frail shoulder. “Sweetheart, have you eaten anything today?”

“What’s the point!” You snapped at him, “I’m dying, Pete, so what’s the fucking point.”

Pete looked hurt, more from the fact that you were dying than your outburst. He knew you were hurting. After the diagnosis you’d shut down, you shut everyone out, including him. Eventually, you’d let him slowly back into your life and he had been your greatest gift. He took care of your every need from hospital appointments, to assisting you in the shower. Pete was there for the long haul. When you’d started losing your hair, he’d shaved his head so that you were matching. How could you not love this man? The doctors seemed to be positive and thought that your treatment was going well, but some days you just felt like it was over. Those were the days you needed Pete the most.

“Come on love, let's get you something to eat, ok.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and supported you as you made your way back to the sofa. “Rooster and the others are coming round later. We’re still gonna do 4th July, alright love.”

“Thank you, Pete. I’m sorry,” you mumbled, he’d gently helped you sit down before heading out to the kitchen to grab you some food. Rooster had become like the son you never had and he looked at you as his mother after Carole died. Your diagnosis had hit him hard but you all supported each other through it and he would often come to hospital visits with you if Pete had to work.

After eating, you two sat down to watch a movie before the others were due to arrive. You watched a rom-com and although you knew Pete wasn’t a fan, he knew you loved them. The couple in the film had a perfect life. They went on holiday, they did sports together, they loved their job, and they had kids. That was the hardest one, not having children. Yes, you’d loved your job as an aviator and you missed it dearly, but you had always wanted to be a mother. Pete was ecstatic when you’d told him you were pregnant, both of you couldn’t believe you were going to have a little family of your own. But life had other plans and after multiple miscarriages, you’d realised that maybe you weren’t meant to be a mother. It broke you but Pete was there to pick up the pieces. Just like he was when you were diagnosed with cancer. He’d always been there and he never asked for anything in return.

You hadn’t noticed you’d been crying until you spoke, “I’m so sorry, Pete. I’m sorry for everything.”

Pete looked down at you shocked, “what are you sorry for love? Hey, what’s wrong? Are you in pain? Do you want me to get your medication?” His face was riddled with panic and this only made you cry more.

“You don’t deserve this.”

“Oh Angel, it’s you who doesn’t deserve this. You are the kindest, most generous person I have ever met and I am lucky to call you my wife.” This only brought more tears to your eyes and Pete pulled you in close, holding you as your shoulders shook. “We will get through this darling. I meant it when I said for better or for worse. I’m not going anywhere.”

You’d stopped crying by this point and were gripping hold of his white T-shirt.

“I love you, Pete Mitchell.” He smiled brightly at you. “I love you too (y/n) Mitchell.”

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[hollybell51]

Maps room

Series masterlist, masterpost

Minho x fem!Reader Maze Runner (2009 novel - James Dashner, 2014 film - Wes Ball)

Word count: 715 

Summary: nothing better than a nice spicy makeout sesh after a hard and frustrating day of mapping the maze, amiright?

Content: flirting, kissing, pretty spicy kissing tbh, heavily implied more than kissing but not explicit (that’ll come later)

Notes: shorter, shittier. But that’s just my opinion, maybe you guys like this kinda stuff idk

You pushed open the door to the maps room, setting your pack on the ground and grabbing a sheet of paper, a ruler, a pencil and an eraser. You dropped into one of the chairs surrounding the table, and began to map out your section for the day. You loved this, the quiet moments where there was nothing but your mind and your hand with the pencil tracing the lines your legs had carried you along. You could get lost in the work for hours, and often did. 

When you were done, you shuffled through the papers until you found your map from the day before, setting the two side by side, looking for any differences. There were plenty, but it was still the same goddamn pattern, repeating over the weeks. You sighed in frustration, getting up to put the two maps away in the chest.

“Nothing new?”

You turned to see Minho leaning against the door, his arms crossed and one eyebrow raised.

“No, everything changed, and we’ve had a revolutionary breakthrough,” you said, laying as much sarcasm as you possibly could into the short sentence.

“Sarcasm is hot on you,” Minho remarked, pushing himself off the doorframe and crossing the room.

You blushed. You could only keep up the confident and suave front that came so naturally to him for so long, and even though you’d been together for months, you still got flustered when he said things like that.

“And embarrassment is adorable.” He rested his hands on your waist, lightly kissing your forehead.

“Whatever you say, boss,” you laughed, looking up at him.

“Shuck, (Y/N), stop calling me that! It makes this so weird!”

“But you are technically my boss!” you protested, sliding backwards out of his grasp and jumping up to sit on the table, swinging your legs.

“I know,” he said, “and that’s why it’s weird!”

“Well,” you bit your lip, looking at him from under your lashes, “what do you want me to call you, then?”

“Call me yours and I’ll be the happiest shank in the Glade.” He stepped towards you, tucking a piece of your hair behind one ear. His hand lingered on your cheek, then moved to under your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“Ok,” you whispered, your lips barely an inch from his.

“You’re so damn beautiful, (Y/N),” he breathed, and you smiled.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Your lips brushed his, and you closed your eyes, moving a hand to cup his cheek. You could feel his warm palm pressing into your lower back, and you wrapped your legs around his waist. The table really was the perfect height.

His kisses deepened, becoming fiercer and hungrier. His hands moved under your shirt, sending tingles along the bare skin of your back. You kissed him back, matching his fervour, pushing your body against his. Minho’s hands were just brushing over your bra clip now, and you felt a bolt of want shoot through you. 

“Fuck, Minho,” you whispered. He pulled you closer still, something between a moan and a grunt reverberating against your lips. “Lock the door,” you panted. 

“What?” he broke away, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark. 

You sighed impatiently. “Do you wanna get walked in on?” 

A slow smile spread over his face, and he nodded. He crossed quickly to the door, glancing around outside before shutting and locking it with the familiar “clunk” sound. Minho and Alby were the only ones with the keys, and you couldn’t think of a reason why Alby would be visiting the maps room today.

You reached out, taking Minho’s hands and placing them firmly on your hips. They slid down your thighs, then up again, and you sighed. You were itching to feel him. 

“We’re back early,” he murmured, his breath skimming your face. There was barely an inch separating the two of you. 

“How early?” 

He grinned. “An hour and a half, maybe two.” 

Your breath hitched in your chest, your heart thudding. “Lucky us,” you whispered. 

“Lucky us indeed.” 

Yeah, you were lucky alright. This boy made you absolutely crazy, and it was moments like these -- where you could see how you made him crazy too -- that pulled you through the worst days. “Lucky” was an understatement. 

Note: like I said in the content warnings, smut will come later I promise, just didn’t wanna have that as literally the first thing I write/post for this fandom/these characters lol but if you wanna get your hands on that go ahead and turn on notifications, or I could probably just tag you (if I ever work out how to actually do it)

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[deepspacedukat]

Ok, but what about gentle s** with our favorite blue boy because we’re sad as f and we need this man riding us

I can totally do this, but you really don't have to censor words on this hellsite. This webbed site is where you can say all the Forbidden Social Media Words™ and have no consequences. Welcome from Instagram or whatever site trained you to censor yourself. It's much more fun here lol.

Also, I haven't posted about Thy'lek since JANUARY??? WHO AM I?? I'M SO SORRY, COMMANDER, I STILL LOVE YOU!! 🥺💙

*ahem* Anyway, here's your request, nonny! 😇

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Solace

Thy’lek Shran (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Andorian sex, soft!Shran, unprotected sex, gentle sex, non-graphic sex, Thy'lek is good at comforting his lover.

~*~

He’d been good to me - a perfect gentleman who held me as I sought his comfort. From the moment I returned to our quarters, Thy'lek knew something was wrong. He could always read me like a book, even if I never said a word.

"What is it, sweet girl?" He'd asked as he got to his feet, but I couldn't make myself answer. I didn't need to, though. He knew exactly what was wrong. Like Captain Archer, he had his fingers firmly on the pulse of the ship's crew. Whispering soothing little words to me as he pulled me into his arms, the Commander placed a soft kiss on my forehead.

The tears started slowly, but once they had, I couldn't stop them. I was so tired, and this mission was weighing so heavily on me. Nearly the entire crew had been pulling double shifts, and none of us were sleeping well. We desperately needed a break, but until this mission was complete, we couldn't afford to take one.

I'd made so many more mistakes on my last shift than I normally would have. Being berated by my section's commanding officer didn't help my mental state. All I wanted now was to bury myself in bed with Thy'lek and sleep for about a decade.

Moods like this didn't happen very often, because missions that were as demanding as this one were extremely rare. Still, Shran was incredibly patient. He never once told me that I was being silly or that I should just suck it up and move on. Instead, he rubbed patient little patterns on my back and allowed me to ride out my emotions. At some point, he'd carried me to our bed and tangled me carefully in his arms.

When the last sniffle finally escaped me and I took a deep, steadying breath, a soft smile stretched his lips.

"There, now. Did that help a little?" He nuzzled my nose as he asked, and I nodded my head. "How can I make the rest of it better?"

I didn't even need a moment to consider my options. Tilting my head slightly, I placed kisses across my lover's jaw. When my mouth finally reached his, the Commander hummed, sliding his hands down my back to my hips. As the kiss grew gradually more heated, Shran pulled away far enough to look me in the eye.

“Are you sure this is what you want, pretty girl?” He was always so careful, so respectful. God, I loved him.

“Yes. Please, I need you,” I breathed brushing my nose along his. He needed no further encouragement. With a gentle, burning sort of passion, he held my head in place and kissed from my lips down to the dip between my collarbones. I couldn't keep from whimpering at his sweet ministrations.

“Shh, let me take care of you,” Thy’lek murmured nibbling lightly at a hickey he'd left beneath my jaw a few nights before.

“You always do.” He smiled as he started unzipping my uniform, and soon our bodies were entwined in a familiar, intimate dance.

Soft, careful nights like this felt like a sacrament - a convergence of two souls alongside that of our bodies. Slow and steady, leisurely and deliberately we drank of each other. This game of give and take sent shivers up my spine in the wake of his gentle, seeking fingers. For a fighter like Thy’lek to be so unhurried, so painstaking about every touch...it always brought tears to my eyes, and tonight was no exception.

"Am I hurting you?" He whispered as he flipped me onto my back, but I shook my head. Wrapping my arms around him, I surrendered to the sensation of his body melding with mine and his love surrounding me. By the time we fell asleep, we were both out of breath and very much a part of each other.

~*~*~

Taglist:

@bigblissandlove1 @darkmattervibes @emilie786 @horta-in-charge @toebeans-mcgee

#deepspacedukat fic #thy'lek shran x reader #commander thy'lek shran #commander shran x reader #established relationship

[hoodie-buck]

from my newest wip, the first in my christmas ones, aka the one april forced me to write

thanks to all my loves for the tags: @dickley-buddie @buddierights @eddiediazisascorpio @monsterrae1 @prettyboybuckley @rogerzsteven @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz mwah <33

“One of the two models cancelled last minute, but we have any easy replacement.”

Another model cancelled? He got that it was the holiday season, but weren’t people desperate for work this time of year?

Seeming to hear his unsaid question, Maddie answered with, “the guy had a last-minute family emergency and said he could do a re-shoot, but we’re already behind on time.”

Yea, Buck was aware.

He shook his head out, trying to right himself.

“Ok. Fine, whatever. Why are you telling me all of this anyway if you’ve already found a replacement?”

Maddie often kept him out of the loop if it meant more stress, so he wasn’t sure why she was laying all of this on him last minute.

She smiled brightly to him, something mischievous about it.

“Well, Chim and I were talking, and we thought, who better to model for the covers than the one who wrote them?”

No, no, no. He was so not getting roped into this!

“Mads, no way! I’m already way in over my head with all these bonus chapters. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about modeling.”

His answer only made her smile wider.

“Well that’s perfect, seeing as our other model doesn’t have any prior experience either.

Before Buck could protest further, Maddie was dragging him along, May coming up to pat some powder substance over his face. He tried to brush them all off, stopping when Chim came into view.

“Man, what the hell did you let my sister get me into?”

Chimney gave a chuckle with a pop of his gum, motioning with his hand. Buck followed his finger, stopping when his eyes landed on a man, one that was dressed in firefighter attire. Well, almost; the man was missing everything but his shirt.

There was the signature work boots on the man’s feet, followed by the standard blue work pants, Buck watching with almost baited breath as the man slipped the shirt over his head, pulling it down over his taught muscles, Buck just catching sight of where his happy trail disappeared. And—was that an eight pack?

Buck wrinkled his nose, turning back to Chimney as he hitched his thumb at the offending man.

“Uh, what do we need him for?”

Both Maddie and Chimney snickered at that, as well as his other team members on location, Buck refusing to give the man another look.

Bobby came sauntering up then, Buck suddenly reminded of the chapters he was supposed to turn in by the end of the day. He clapped Buck on the back of the shoulder, pulling him along.

“C’mon kid, I’ll introduce the two of you. He likes to be called eight-pack.”

Suddenly, Buck’s books didn’t need any new covers at all; no, the old ones would do just fine.

tagging: @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @justsmilestuffhappens @loveyourownsmiilee @honestlydarkprincess @onward--upward @masterminddiaz @panicatthediaz @jacksadventuresinwriting

#buddie #buddie wip #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #maddie buckley #chimney han #bobby nash #911 fox #my wips #coming soon <3 #christmas wips 💚❤️ #author!buck

[sarahhillips]

This is a Children’s Cartoon From PBS FFS

Honor and Compromise

Imagine if Disney made a movie of this in the 90s instead but f Pocahontas.

Little dogs are my weakness hey lets follow that guy

Oh they’re note passing

A woman and a minority walk into a room full of old white men.

Rabble rabble rabble

Ya’ll need to get along if you wanna win this war

“Sort of like a king?” 😮

Henri just charged into him like a rhino

James is not going to expose the spies

Henry said ooooo feathers

We’re going to hunt for feathers

Henri forming a battalion of Turkys

“It’s too windy IN here” 🌬️

Henry 0 Turkeys 1

Hamilton getting heated

“They shame their French blood!” Lol

Henry 0 Turkeys 2

How are Sarah and Moses allowed in there.

Redcoats coming this way!

Lee you bitch

“WE ARE GONNA ATTACK”

Attack poodles 🐩

Sarah is sending messages to congress on behalf of Washington girl that’s treason right there

Henris risking his life for a feather

Lee didn’t listen to Washington and it backfired

“Lee, you’re fired! Get out!”

Go back inti battle guys, it’s not over k

Ok that last shot with the turkeys, and Henri sleeping

The New Frontier

We get to see Sarahs dilf of a father

“And you, Sarah, are you an American?”

Sarahs like omg forgot about me looking for my dad

Boooooooo children are starving

I love how James wants her to be safe and Sarahs confident in her safety.

How often does Sarah have to sleep outside?

Why did he just straight up desert her?

Imagine passing out in the forest and waking up in the log cabin of a stranger.

Sarah why are you scared of them they’re people

What is that pig eating, pizza on a baguette?

Sarah was definitely not expecting that

Papa Phillips is an outdoors nature men at heart

“It all started when these rebels started throwing tea off the ship I was sailing on.”

Rich people ruined everything in every era of time

Damn. That’s a hell if a debate club meeting.

Because most white people are bad people.

Tarring and feathering is way too extreme

Well James congrats on your first tar and feathering threat

“I fell in love with this country just like I fell in love with her.” 🥲

This is when Sarah finally doubts her views

These men didn’t deserve to be warned

This was the last straw for Sarah that made her say fuck this shit I’m out.

James, you are a writer. That was poetry.

“I lost you for six years”

Papa Phillips really is dad of the year all in one day

These scene would have been perfect for Sarah to go on a passionate and tearful rant about all the men who have mistreated her and how they’re both patriot and loyalist.

“I have been chocked, slapped, bound and gagged, spat on, ridiculed, threatened, and nearly had my virtue taken away more times than I can count! These are the exact kind of men who would have a prisoner executed even if he’s only just a boy! And the worst part is, the men who do this, come from both sides!”

Sarahs very anti-violence. I need to remember that for my writing.

Oh Sam, she’ll lovvvvvvvve that beard

James doesn’t want a goodbye hug

Poor Henri

Not Yet Begun to Fight

Omg yay the pirate episode

Omg is Jones a ginger

Sarah and Jones forming a friendship off of hair color

“Ah, another ginger.”

Sarah what are you doing above deck.

Ok but how did she survive that?

So no scene with Jones taking off his hat coat and boots to jump into the water and save her and while he’s holding her he says ‘Ay, whas ye name lass?’ but Sarah only responds with heavy coughs?

Just two gingers bonding over ham.

*Instant concern when Sarah says she doesn’t write anymore*

200 English prisoners!?

“Take my first riding teacher, Alec Spencer.”

Jones teaching Sarah a sea shanty.

Yesssss Sarah.

“I cannot write what I do not believe in” “Forgive me Ms. Phillips, but you strike me as someone who believes in liberty.”

Bros just sailing a burning ship like nbd

And then Sarah switched views right then and there. Treason complete.

“Serve our cause with your eyes and your pen.”

And she wrote the article on a plank of wood. Amazing.

Great idea with the grenade

Cue Titanic theme

“Ms. Phillips, I look forward to many more articles under your name.”

I bet Sarahs still getting used to shaking hands with men after having her hand taken and kissed so many times.

The Great Galves

So Sarah was a townhouse kind of girl in England

Why is Sarah being carried? Her being unconscious makes no sense here.

I wonder what books Sarah has on her shelve

I know James acts unmoved about Sarah leaving but I think he misses her.

Where’s Henri?

Oh jfc not the skunk

Who’s this chubster

“The war is already lost bro.” “But for Britain, America is lost.”

“Boys who’ll not be forced to fight other poor boys.”

“I’ve seen some shit mom. Anyways, I wanna go back.”

No article from Lady Whistledown about Sarahs surprise return?

“Log up ahead!”

Ooos Henri fell in the water can he swim

James stfu they can hear you

Time to steal a boat

“Hi one way ticket to America.”

“And your America will be different?” Yes, it’ll be so much worse.

I would be uncomfortable af if I saw shackled prisoners walking past me like a slow sad parade

*looks at captured American boy* “Courage.”

“Mom, I’m American.”

In Praise of Ben

I feel like this was just a filler episode but Sarah coming back is a yay

This would have been the opportune episode for James and Sarah to finally start flirting and because they have so much pent up, they find themselves kissing each other shamelessly.

So she switches sides in 1780

“Probably that I’m a silly girl who keeps changing her mind about who she really is.”

A lady like Sarah has ti have more than one bag I mean c’mon. I bet her mom bought her new clothes

Moses is so happy 🥹

James is like hmmmmmmm

Ope Henris gettin into fights

Imagine Henri was short when Sarah left but had a growth spurt while Sarah was away

Moses is in full dad mode

Kid, time for a history lesson

Wtf is that thing a glass harmonica

That’s sounds kinda annoying though

Lightning doesn’t strike that damn slow

Everyones just stanning Ben

Is the turkey laughing at him?

Bens mom was a slut too

Everyones infodumping

Imagine sharing a hospital room with 20+ people.

Noooo poor Ben

“Slavery is the economic foundation of the south” bish shut yo ass up

Ben Franklin as a mall Santa

Ben in a shirt that says 🐱🧲

#sarah phillips #libertys kids #james hiller #liberty's kids #henri lefebvre #lafayette #john paul jones

[antichrists-plus-one]

little ep 3 rant

ok so I know everyone loved the ep but I really resent seeing people say that bills and franks story was meaningless in the game.

almost every character in tlou is introduced in pair to contrast or mirror Joel and Ellie in some way, and I really seem b&f as their polar opposites. while j&e are about going from hate/antagonism to love, despite wanting everything but f&b go from love to hate despite their best intentions.

in the middle of the actual apocalypse they both glimpse something in the other that makes them latch on: for bill, as selfish as he is, is the prospect of company which he craves despite himself while for Frank its the sense of security Bill’s situation can provide. they both think that they can turn their relationship in their own ideal situation, the way they would’ve tried to in the normal world. but pretty quick they figure out just how impossible it is to make those world views compatible, seeing as the only thing they won’t compromise on is the one they can’t seem to agree on.

within that fight, Frank discovers the worst of bill, which is the selfishness we’re shown as j&e in the game. he is only willing to do things if they serve him somehow, his ultimate goal is always to protect what he has. that’s why frank leaves: he realizes he won’t ever make this into what he wanted.

but by the time he does, they hate each other for not living up to expectations, for being selfish, for being naive, for letting themselves think something into existence that had no hope of surviving.

in his letter, frank is so angry he says he’d rather die than live with bill another day, despite the fact that they’ve been together a while. and when bill hears of it instead of being sad or upset, his only reaction is to I-told-him-so him.

it’s the story of two people who tried to love and tried to be happy, but found there was no space for that in the apocalypse.

their story, in conjunction with many of the others, also goes to show how rare what j&e have is. throughout the story the player is always confronted with people attempting to love each other and survive, and often missing the mark by an inch. that’s why seeing Joel and Ellie succeed is so special (then again it doesn’t last because that’s the nature of tlou, but lulling you into thinking they’re the exception is important to the story for now).

every aspect of their story reinforces something. the fact that bill did not, in fact, have the perfect life shown in the show makes it so much more bitter that he won’t give it up for Frank. all he has in a couple of blocks of an abandoned, infested city and he loves it more than the prospect of companionship. the fact that they are not in any way meant for each other, brought into something beautiful by something terrible, 1) reminds you just how horrible the pandemic was and 2) reminds you how rare it is to find someone to love earnestly.

bill being the way he is is also serves the narrative by fixing points of morality. every character is shown to be complex and parts bad parts good, and bill is one far end of that spectrum. he doesn’t share what good he has because he kind of sucks, and he only really takes care of Frank because it serves him because. well. he kind of sucks. he doesn’t go out of his way to hurt, but he doesn’t go out of his way to help either.

tldr: don’t shit on the game version of bill and frank. they were very different in what they were trying to get across but their dynamic was complex and added so much to game at large. they were tragic because tlou is, but it doesn’t make them meaningless

#the last of us #they weren’t just lazily put in there for no reason #they were good characters with points to be made #I have some other thoughts that are just critiques but i think this really is just a preference thing #I liked it better in the game but I see the value in this version too #but you don’t have to say one is terrible to prefer the other #ya know #mine

[m1ckeyb3rry]

hii i have returned with my ramblings on SITH like i do every chapter lol :))

omg the mention of friedrich being “scary looking” reminded me of that time u said that only the mc genuinely finds him handsome & i still have not recovered from that /pos

I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABT THAT TIME FRIEDRICH BEAT HER UP DURING TRAINING, THE MEMORIESSS

i love how much falco looks up to the mc & how this chapter kinda showed her being a mentor to him, it was so sweet <3 falco being out of breath from JOGGING is so real, like he’s just like me fr we’re both terrible at running

I CALLED IT THAT FRIEDRICH WOULD INHERIT THE JAW, ALL THE SIGNS WERE POINTING TOWARDS HIM LMFAO

the irony of colt being the first of the trio to inherit his titan & also being the first who will die. idk if u plan on diverging from the canon plot & having him live or just sticking with canon plot, but the “i’ll be the first” line rlly hits hard either way, & it’ll hit especially hard if he still dies.

now that i think abt it, the trio rlly is just the found family trope & im gobbling that shit up bro, i love them with all my heart 🫶 i feel like they’re not only soulmates, but also the “our fates are intertwined in every universe” trope as well. so even if one of them dies & the other two have to live on w/o them or two of them die & the last has to preserve their memory, all 3 of them will meet again in another lifetime. they just can’t be separated (they come in a set LMFAO). that’s my take on their relationship at least.

i hope u like my theories & takes lol. when im super invested in smth, i always like talking abt it & going in-depth bc that’s just what i like to do. even if i get some shit wrong (when theorizing or analyzing), that’s ok, bc im just having fun & enjoying smth im interested in :))

hope ur doing well & taking care of urself!! remember to hydrate & get lots of rest. and dont overwork urself (even tho that’s prolly easier said than done). <3

— 🪐

HIII I love your ramblings I always smile when I get the notifications!!

LMAOOO I would like to slightly revise that and add that friedrich isn’t really considered ugly by anyone either he just always looks 0.5 inches away from snapping so people are too busy being scared of him to think he’s handsome. Ofc the mc knows him so well that she sees past that and can appreciate him for what he is <3

HAHAHA IT WAS SO LONG AGO THEY WERE SUCH LITTLE BABIES BACK THEN!! So much has happened since then 🙁

I wanted to somewhat show Y/N being a good person again since we’ve seen so many chapters of her struggling and overcoming her faults and traumas. She’s definitely not a perfect person but she can be very kind at times and she is canonically super good with kids so I thought showing her and falco bonding and her doing something for someone other than herself would balance out the heaviness of everything post-athyae. falco is so sweet I actually love him sooo much but I was lowkey dying writing him in this chapter because he’s just so hopeless 😭 I would like to add that in the running scene Y/N is the one jogging…my man falco is SPRINTING to keep up with her 😩 up to interpretation whether it’s because “slow” for Y/N is fast for like anyone else or because falco is just really not athletically blessed.

I feel like friedrich being the jaw titan is the most obvious choice. He’s way too slippery (does that even make sense?? Idk how else to describe it) to be the armored titan and way too independent to be the colossal, he could be the cart but tbh Y/N just exemplifies the cart to me I couldn’t see anyone else inheriting it, colt being the next beast has been a thing since like the first chapters of the fic, and he just…is not a girl so I can’t imagine him as the female titan.

I won’t spoil the trio’s fates, but writing that scene knowing their futures was definitely painful. I’m trying to write and update more often so you don’t have to wait years to find out what happens to them because there is SO much planned for the future of this story. I’ve been struggling because the past two mini arcs (which were titled return to liberio and warrior’s welcome if you were wondering) have been the hardest to write so far. They’re a lot more introspective and focused on Y/N’s mental development, conflict, and recovery, so it was a lot of just “people visiting houses” with inner monologues as opposed to plot and external conflict. The next mini arc is very different though so I’m excited to get to that!! One more chapter of warrior’s welcome and then I’m finally free 😭

I ADOREEEE FOUND FAMILY!! That’s why endure and SitH are my favs, I feel like they both have their own versions of the found family tropes that make me feel so 😫 but the trio and the endure crew are definitely super different. like the endure found family is just a bunch of siblings (case in point Y/N and Jean) but the trio defies categorization. They’re in love but they’re best friends but they’re somehow more than that?? Idk their dynamic isn’t something I’ve written before but it’s definitely one of the most interesting I think!! (I’d say it’s my favorite but my favorites are endure jean and y/n, endure eren and y/n, and promise y/n and tullia, with an honorary mention to endure y/n and tullia)

I LOVE YOUR THEORIES SO MUCH!! I won’t confirm or deny if they’re right because I don’t want to spoil but I love reading them and responding to them so much. It makes me sosososo happy that you’re so invested in this random story I decided to write on a whim one day and that you’re having as much fun with it as I am. Your asks motivate me sm because with a story like SitH it can sometimes feel like I’m only writing for myself (which is good because it gives me creative freedom but sometimes demotivating as there’s no engagement)

Thank you so much and remember to take care of yourself as well!!

#ship in the harbor #answered asks

[pan-but-meh]

Uhm, hi... This is gonna be my first story, so don't mind. I hope you enjoy this, and I'm gonna try to write for the other boys and how they'd propose. No promises for a schedule, but I'll try 😅 ok, enjoy.

Warning: None, just pure fluff. Mentions of his "A Romantic Picnic Under the Hot Sun With Your Werewolf Boyfriend" audio

‘Ok ok ok, you got this Asher. We love each other more than anything. We’re mates! No way they won’t say yes.’ Asher was thinking all of this while driving his partner to the picnic he had planned for them. Meanwhile his partner didn’t even know where they were going. “Ash, handsome, baby, you know I love you, but why the blindfold again?” They ask, looking in the general direction they think he is. “Well because it’s a surprise for you. And besides, I didn’t hear that much complaining last time this happened, you seemed to enjoy it. A lot actually” He says with a sly grin. They hit his arm and he lets out a laugh. “Hush. And stop telling the truth! In any case, I'll admit, I did enjoy the surprise the last time. But it was only because of the deserts you brought, understand?” They say, failing to sound serious. Asher lets out another laugh and says, “Babe, that smile you’re wearing says otherwise, so quit lying.”

After a few minutes they arrive at the spot. Once Asher puts it into park, he gets out to open the door for them. “Ok, now this is just getting familiar. Are we-?” “Babe, hush and just pretend you don’t know where we are, ok?” Asher asks as he brings them out and starts walking them up the hill. They roll their eyes under the blindfold but don’t say anything after that. He brings them up to the top of the hill. He stands behind them, and says, “Now, be amazed!” and unties the blindfold. They look around, and then they dramatically cover their mouth. Amping up the amazement in their voice they say, “Oh Asher, this is amazing! It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before! Oh wait…” They turn towards him with a teasing look on their face. “Oh ha ha ha, very funny babe. But hey, welcome to your surprise. Now, let's sit and enjoy the view. Although…”He says turning to them, “with you around there’s always a view to enjoy, ey!” He laughs and dodges the hit they tried to land. That laughter gets cut off as they give him a kiss.

They lean back, arms around his neck, and smiles. “Seriously, thank you Ash. I always love it when you do surprises like this.” They give him another kiss and say, “Now let's eat handsome.” They sit down on the blanket and start eating.

As they were enjoying their food, Asher kept staring at them with a loving look in his eyes. He barely touched the food he made. “Hey Ash? What’s up? You keep looking at me, and you’ve barely touched the food. What’s wrong?” His partner says putting down their food. He snaps out of it and lets out a nervous laugh. “Sorry, just like looking at you is all. After all, you are my favorite view.” he says, moving a piece of hair out of their face. They lean their face into his palm. “Ok. But my view isn’t that bad either. Could I get a closer look?” They ask with a teasing smile, leaning closer to him.

He smirks and says, “Oh absolutely. I think the perfect view of me would be right here.” He pulls their head forward and kisses them. They let out a short squeal that turns into laughter as they return the kiss. They grip his shirt and lean back. The squeal returns as they both go tumbling down.

“Babe! Again, hahah, you really are trying to recreate that last trip.” Asher says, trying to stop his laughing. They were laughing as well, both of their faces red. “Shush! I swear to god this hill has it out for me!” They keep laughing, hiding their face in Asher’s chest. He’s laughing with them, burying his face in their hair.

Asher grabs them and turns them over so they're on top instead of himself. “Why hello there. Come here often?” He asks with a smirk. They roll their eyes and laugh. “You are such a dork.” They give him a peck on the cheek. “But you’re my dork,” and another peck on the other cheek, “and I love you.” They give him a kiss on his lips, both of them smiling into it. They close their eyes, resting their head on his chest.

    Asher looks at them, every bit of love for them in his eyes. He rubs their hips, thinking about all of the fun they have together. They’re the one. They’re his forever. He doesn’t want to hide that from anyone anymore.

“Will you marry me?” 

Their eyes open and they slowly look up at him, smiling in his loving daze. “What?” they ask, their smile growing. His eyes widened. “Wait, ah shit! I had this whole proposal planned out perfectly, then here you are, being hella cute, making my brain all mushy, and you ruin the whole plan. I was gonna ask that at sunset, like in those cheesy romantic movies you watch all the-” “Yes.”

He pauses his rambling and looks at them. They’re smiling, eyes slightly watery, looking at him with as much love he looks at them. “Did you say yes? Did you seriously just say yes?!” He asks sitting up, making them slide into his lap. “Yes, I did. Yes, yes, a million times yes!” they say throwing their arms around his neck, slightly crying now. His eyes tear up as he holds them tighter than he has before. “Thank you…OH, wait wait wait, stand up, lemme do the thing!” They let out a laugh and oblige. He hurriedly stands up, grabs the box in his pockets, and gets down on one knee. They’re smiling the whole time, tears streaming down their face. He opens the box, and there’s the ring. It wasn’t anything too intricate, but it was enough for both of them. 

He slides the ring on their fingers, and kisses it. He moves up, kissing their hand, and they keep moving up, kissing all over their arm, getting to their face, showering them with kisses. They were giggling the whole time. He took their face in his hands and leaned their foreheads together. 

“Thank you babe. You just made me the happiest man in the world. As cheesy as that sounds, you will say.” They let out a laugh and weakly slapped his chest. “Shut up.-

“I love you Asher.” “I love you too babe”

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted asher #redacted babe #proposal #i love this man so much #so sweet #first story

[feelsofhiraeth]

@algizkali​ : you followed me, but i followed back for the amazing writing, but stays for the p.... i can't the same to ur name bc it just says pol-ussy. that's so unfair. ok that being said. i followed back bc of the amazing writing. i stayed for the amazing person behind the writing. i stayed for the amazing friendship that's come from meeting you. someone i can be completely open with, talk about absolutely anything. have you noticed we don't even talk about rp that much anymore? we're always talking about life, mythology, tarot cards, crystals and whatever else is going on. i confide in you, and you are truly one of my closest friends on here. i'm glad you took the chance to follow me, bc i probably would have never followed you first, i saw you writing with mob for a while before you followed me and i was always like *sigh* look how good they are. your ocs are amazing, reina best girl. i always have muse for our lil lesbians. todo and carletta are literally my otp for her. im not even playing. i didn't not expect her to have a boyfriend but god damn, he's her other half. would have never thought about it if you didn't bring that wonderful idea to the table. you are another one who sees through the bullshit, and really does always understand where i'm coming from. when we have little disagreements, we handle them like full blown adults. not like 97% of the rpc. we just get each other, and im happy to help you through your spiritual journey as well. we can talk about anything and everything, and your anya is absolutely perfect. a little hellion. your characterizations are amazing, and i always just- 'ye that tracks.' when you post a headcanon. you are just a wonderful individual and i'm thankful to have met you, thank you for being my friend.

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF MY BLOG !

we actually don’t and that’s so funny bc i don’t remember the last time we ever actually spoke about a rp???  we just talk absolute nonsense most of the time and that’s even more fun than only talking about threads or tumblr bc that can get a little tireing but i never feel tired talking with you!!!!  also ngl i think it took me a whole day to pluck the courage to follow you i was a coward fr.  IT WAS THE SAME FOR ME LMAO I SAW U WRITING WITH MOB AND WAS LIKE WHAT IF I FOLLOWED SPACE... and i did after a day of gathering the courage wriuhfwerg.  AND REINA, AHH never forget her trying on ahmya’s dress and ahmya getting hearteyes, we love the gays.  and todo and carletta... i deadass suggested it bc i thought it would be so funny and it actually is but it’s also very cute when you take away the memes, you’d think he’d act all romantic and lovey dovey with his gf but todo acts like his gremlin gf’s bestie bc she’s more chaotic than him and there can’t be two unstable people in this relationship can there? NO and i love him for that.  you’re also very right i remember that 1 disagreement we had and you were flabbergasted when i apologised sincerely and explained myself i often think back on that and giggle because that’s honestly how people should resolve their issues.  ILY SM OKAY I WILL BE UR FRIEND ALWAYS!!!!!!

#general / answered #algizkali #when u sent this i almost passed out #theres more i wanna say but my brains broken #but i can express my undying love to you any day of the week on discord IUHFEGFU

[writteninscarlet]

🖤 Clint ;)

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy ("Don't tell him though. Not with that ego.")/ beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that ("Not the words I'd use.")/ perfect ("Though who could be closer to perfection than Clint Barton?" the sarcasm is strong in this one)/ godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

“He’s lucky purple is his colour considering how often he’s bruised,” she mused, smirking. “But really— he’s capable, determined, smart and creative. And he does have good looks. I believe he’s attractive.”

personality:

grating / irritating ("The jokes can be bad. All I'm saying.")/ frustrating ("I don't know anyone who gets injured more. Look after yourself, damn it.")/ boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

“Bad jokes and quips aside? He’s accident and danger prone, and incredibly reckless,” she remarked, everything coming to her quickly and easily. Not the first time she’d said such things. “But he can be really amusing. He’s easy to talk to. His creativity and ability to make those arrows? It’s impressive. As is his dedication. You’re not an archer able to keep up witches and gods for no reason. He might be impulsive but he’s kind and generous, too.”

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that ("Not my words...") / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

“Well, I’m not sure you’re supposed to think of team mates in that way?” Says Wanda, who’d married a team mate and dated more. But this being Clint… “Well, he’s not hearing it from me, but YEAH. He’s attractive. He has a good personality. I trust him and we have fun together. So, yes.”

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends ("At least, I view him that way")/ fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

“There’s not many I trust or like more than Clint,” she remarked, sincerely. After all, they’d been fighting alongside each other for… a long time. Joining the Avengers as a teen, going into her twenties? Was weird. And scary after being a villain. But Clint had been there. “I trust him with almost everything. He’s a brilliant friend.”

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

“Annoying. Loud. Making bad jokes.” She thought back to joining the Avengers, the first time she’d really come to know Clint. He had been loud and obnoxious. But…. She’d trusted him. Because he was a good man. And they’d gotten along well. She’d been curious, maybe. Sometimes his humour was what they had needed to get through things, and from the start she’d gone to him with issues.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

“Like I said, there’s not many people I like more than Clint. He’s had his issues in the past,” who hasn’t, “and can still irritate me with a single look. But he can make me feel better with a look, too. When I want to gossip or vent or I’m looking to catch up, I’d be happy to go to Clint. He’s really important to me.”

#fave avenger??? pffftt #yes #but she's not gonna admit it #ᗢ ⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ once and always a witch ; ic #normaltothemax