#(*whispers* if you're based you'll choose both)

[peppermintquartz]

Rocker's team has gone home and 60-squad is out, so there aren't many people at HQ. Rocker should have gone home too, but he is instead gloving up. Deacon waits at the heavy bag for him.

When Rocker finally gets to the bag, his face is closed off and his eyes stormy. Neither of them say anything; Deacon braces the bag and Rocker starts jabbing and punching, really laying into it.

He hits and he hits and he hits and he hits, and Deacon takes the muffled impact of the punches. Rocker keeps going, sweat pouring from his brow, and he suddenly roars and punches so hard that Deacon staggers back and the entire bag sways dangerously.

Arms hanging limply from his sides, Rocker is taking deep, heaving breaths, and the moment his gaze meets Deacon's, the older man quickly gets to Rocker and wraps his arms around him before they both sink to the floor.

Rocker is crying now, silent and gasping sobs, his entire body shaking from the emotional turmoil. He presses his face into Deacon's neck. Deacon cradles Rocker's sweaty head, fingers rubbing circles at the base of his skull, and his other hand pats him between his shoulders.

A couple of newer officers take one look at the scene when they turn the corner and raise their brows. Deacon glares at them and they immediately backtrack, choosing to detour. Then Luca comes into view, slapping a folder against his thigh. He cocks his head and points to himself and then to Rocker.

Deacon nods before whispering to Rocker, "It's Luca. It's just Luca."

Rocker's crying doesn't subside fully, but he murmurs, "Okay."

Luca joins them, squatting down behind Rocker to pet his head and help him remove the gloves. Neither Luca nor Deacon say anything when Rocker reaches around Deacon to hug him back.

It takes about ten minutes before Rocker regains enough composure to let go of Deacon. Luca helps him to his feet.

"Thanks," Rocker says thickly to them both.

"No need. It was a rough day for your team," Deacon replies. "And you got the bastards."

"If Stevens hadn't been there, I don't know what I'd have done," Rocker confesses quietly. His eyes close again and his jaw tenses. "They were so little. Barely more than babies."

Being SWAT means sometimes seeing the worst of humanity. All three of them know this fact too well, but sometimes nothing can prepare a person for the depths of depravity some people can sink to.

Luca embraces Rocker tightly. "Take a couple days off. I'll pop by with some lunch from the truck, my treat."

Rocker sniffs. "Thanks. I'll be here, actually, finishing up the paperwork." He smiles as Luca lets go. "I still want that free lunch though."

"You'll get it, pretty boy." Punching Rocker lightly on his shoulder, Luca tilts his head and studies them both. Deacon feels like Luca is looking right into his soul. Then Luca shrugs and picks up the folder he set on the boxing ring. "Deac, come on. I need some help with these."

"You sure you're okay?" Deacon asks Rocker, unable to hide his concern.

Rocker manages a small smile. "I'll be fine. Do your job, Deacon."

As they walk away, leaving Rocker to put away his gear, Luca says quietly, "Is there something there I'm not supposed to see?"

Sometimes Deacon wishes Luca is less perceptive. "I don't know what you mean."

"Deacon." Luca pauses, halfway up the stairs. He looks at Deacon and Deacon meets his scrutiny, lets his defenses fall away. Maybe there is something in his expression that tells Luca exactly what he wants to see. Luca exhales and shakes his head. "I'm telling you, Deac. It's not worth it."

"I still don't know what you mean."

"Yes, you do, and I'm gonna stop talking about it." He hands his folder over to Deacon. "Help me narrow down the list of recruits."

[enchantedchocolatebars]

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Always Thinking of You

Apologies for yet another interruption of the usual Astarion Ancunin programme. I swear I'm still very into our beloved vampire idiot, it's just that the Transformers brainrot has invaded once more.

Summary: As the base burns down all around him, all Optimus Prime can think about is you. (set in TFP universe)

Optimus couldn't get the look in your optics as you turned away from him out of his processor. You didn't say a word, you didn't need to. He knew you well enough to tell exactly what was on your processor, he knew you were disappointed in him for choosing the humans over Cybertron, he knew you were hurt by his decision to destroy the Omega Lock. Most of all, he knew you were angry that it had come down to this.

Still, he watches as you disappear into the swirling vortex that is the Groundbridge, an emptiness filling his chest. He didn't know where he had sent you, didn't know what the future held for you, but that was for you to figure out. His job here would be done in a moment, and seeing you again…he futilely clung onto that silver of hope, knowing that such a day would never come. He would die here, leaving you alone on this Earth. No, not alone. You would still have the other Autobots, and whoever the Matrix chose to be a Prime next.

A single tear slides down his cheek as he turns to face the console, raising the Star Saber high. In the face of imminent death, he finds that he regrets a rather long list of things. He regrets that he parted ways with Ratchet like this, that he parted ways with you like this. He regrets that he'd never get to bring you to the top of Iacon Tower to see the view from there at night, that he'd never get to see how you'd react to the crystal gardens. He regrets that he'd never be able to feel your touch again, to feel your lips on his, to hear your laugh, see the way your optics light up when you lock gazes with him.

But he has to do this. The Autobot cause is far greater than his personal relationships, the both of you knew that. By doing this, he's ensuring your safety as much as he can, he tells himself, even if it's at the cost of his life. He'd meant it, every time he said he'd give his life for you. He feels his Spark constrict, a pang of guilt for being unable to uphold his promise to you.

As he swings the Star Saber downwards, he whispers one last prayer to Primus. He prays that you'll find someone new, someone better, someone who could give you what you needed, not a failure of a Prime who couldn't even keep his loved ones safe.

Then all he feels is the searing heat, followed by white hot pain. The entire base collapses on him, steel beams twisting in the flames and he feels one run through his abdomen as he crumbles beneath the weight and pain of it all. He can feel Energon leaking out of him as rubble cuts through his armour, opening the wires beneath. Everything hurts, his vision is getting fuzzy, he can barely breathe now. Sparks crawl along his arms where his wiring is exposed and he can't feel his legs anymore.

He never thought this was how he would go out. Sure, he'd thought about martyring himself many times over, before and after you came into his life, but the martyring usually came in the form of an execution by Megatron, not…whatever this was.

He finds his thoughts starting to wander to you as his life ebbs away, wondering what you're doing right now, if you've found a safe spot to hide for the time being. He wonders if you'll mourn his death, or if you'll only remember the time he doomed Cybertron with his own servos and hate him for the rest of your life. He hopes it's the former, it pains him to think about the latter. He's enjoyed all the times the both of you had spent together, especially all the stolen kisses in the dead of night when everyone else was asleep or on patrol. Those moments had made him feel like Orion Pax again, his Spark racing as he snuck out to meet you, tingles running up his backstruts as he held your servo, starry eyed and lost in your optics.

He remembers the time you'd thrown yourself in front of a missile for him, screaming for him to move as you slammed into him, taking the full brunt of the impact. He'd been so afraid for you, panic seizing him as he shouted for a medic, cradling your bleeding form. The Decepticon the missile belonged to made the mistake of trying to finish off what they started, and found themselves on the receiving end of his ion blaster. He had never felt such rage in his life before then, was it the same kind of rage that fueled Megatron's conquest? A shudder runs through him at the thought, would he wage such a terrible war for you? Would you do it for him?

At least 70% of his system has shut down at this point. Everything is muffled and his throat feels dry. Fear wraps its tendrils around him, squeezing tightly as thoughts he believed he'd long locked away hear cloud his processor. He doesn't want to die, he wishes he'd never been made a Prime, he wishes he could have a normal life with you, continue to be friends with Megatron, he wishes he wishes, but this is the reality he's in. He hates how he crumbles beneath the burden he's made to carry, hates the way he breaks down in front of you when the burden overwhelms him, hates the way you're made to carry his burden alongside him. Most of all, he hates the way his burden turned friends on each other and destroyed the planet he called home.

Black is creeping around his vision, threatening to devour the world around him. Just before it consumes him, he pictures your smile, the warmth in your optics, and the cold regret of never being able to see them ever again.

When he next opens his optics, the sound of your voice washes over his audials. There's an edge in your tone, and Ratchet says something but he doesn't quite catch it. Wait…your voice? Is he not one with the Allspark yet? Why would you and Ratchet be one with the Allspark? Had he failed?

"He's awake." The ringing in his audials stop.

"I can see that. I'm not blind." You're still as snarky as ever.

"Good. Then watch him while I go and retrieve a couple of items."

"Tch." He hears pedsteps fade away as you come into view. There's not a hint of anger or hatred in your optics. The only thing he can see in them is worry, concern, and love.

He doesn't know what to say. He didn't prepare for this, he didn't expect any of this. You gently touch his helm, gaze soft as you smile at him.

"You're safe now."

"I'm sorry," he rasps. It's the only thing he can say, the only thing that lingers on the tip of his tongue. He feels the lubricant gathering at the corners of his optics, his chest constricting and you simply hold him in your arms, cradling him.

"I forgive you." You murmur, and he clings to you in response. He was so afraid back then, but the moment you said those words, all his fears melted away.

"Thank you, my spark."

[veltana]

Mutual Satisfaction - Avengers!Bucky x Avengers!Reader

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

✦ Word count: ~3k

✦ Rating: Explicit

✦ Warnings: One shot, pwp, A LOT of dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bucky, sub!reader, manhandling, piv, slight dumbification, pet names (angel/master), safe sex, condoms, cum shot, aftercare, fluff (because I neeeeed it!)

✦ Summary: "Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"

✦ Note: This is nothing but pure self-indulgent smut, that's heavily dialogue-based. Let me know if you like it! (It's also posted on AO3)

Masterlist | AO3

The chime from your phone makes you look away from the TV screen.

"Sorry, one sec."

You find it buried under some pillows but the excitement you initially felt quickly turns sour when you see the response. With a sigh of disappointment, you drop it and return to choosing a movie together with Bucky.

"Bad news?" he asks as he flips through the list.

"Yup," you conclude.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"It's honestly nothing, just scheduling issues."

"With your boyfriend?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"He's not my boyfriend. We just sleep together," you point out.

"I'm sure you can find someone else, you're an avenger now. Bet they're lining up to get a chance with you," Bucky shrugs.

You scrunch your nose. "I'm tired of being disappointed. I'd rather wait and have my needs met, even if it's frustrating."

"That long huh?"

"Between all the missions and not being free at the same time, it's been months."

"Yeah, same." Bucky murmurs and stops on a movie. "What about this one?"

"Yeah, sure."

You settle down against the numerous pillows you have been bringing to Bucky's room since you started having these movie nights a couple of months ago. His TV is bigger and his couch is much softer than yours. Plus the two of you fit comfortably on this one, with enough room for both to stretch out.

"So why won't just a regular guy do it for you?" Bucky asks and takes a fist of popcorn, stuffing it in his mouth.

Shrugging you say "I need someone I can trust, with my body and my mind. Takes a lot of talking in the beginning, but now it's almost as good as therapy for getting out of my head."

"Don't like thinking?"

"Not during sex. I just need someone else to make decisions for me, use me however they like. Not ask me what I want, just flip me over, make me come until I can't see straight, and fuck me until they're satisfied. If I pick someone up at a bar, all they do is slap my ass and finish a minute later."

Both of you are silent and watch the movie before you ask.

"What about you?"

"Look at me," he chuckles. "The metal arm scares the majority and the ones that are left usually can't handle what I want."

"And what do you want?"

"Control, over something, someone. Watching as they go dumber and dumber the more orgasms I can force from them. Until they can't speak. Just owning their warm body for a moment, taking as long as I need because they don't want to be anywhere else than on my cock," Bucky laughs.

The laugh gets stuck in your throat because there is no denying Bucky's words have an impact on you. Hopefully, he doesn't notice and you refuse to move and rub your thighs together. Then you both continue to watch the movie, but it's hard to concentrate. All you imagine is Bucky using your body and finally getting the release that you've been longing for. How much would it fuck up the team dynamic if you started sleeping together? You force yourself to watch the movie and not entertain those thoughts anymore.

Two hours later, after the table has been cleaned off, you're heading for the door, mind already back in your own room and the toys you'll undoubtedly need to take care of yourself to be able to sleep. Then you feel a hand on your wrist, and in a flash, you’re pinned with your back against the door, Bucky's hand securely holding both your arms above your head. You're not sure if the breath that leaves your lungs is because the force pushes it out of you or because you're instantly so turned on. Either way, there is no denying the impact his closeness has.

"So, are you going to tell me what you've been thinking about the whole movie?" There is a knowing smirk on his lips.

"What? Nothing? I was watching it."

"Don't play dumb with me, you were far off somewhere else for most of the time."

You swallow hard, opening and closing your mouth a few times. It's embarrassing that you've been on his couch, thinking lewd thoughts about him when you're not even that close—something between coworkers and friends.

"Was it because of what I said," he leans forward to whisper into your ear. The warmth of his body pressing against yours even though he's not touching you. "Did your tiny little brain think of all the ways I could fuck you until you're a mess?"

A whine crawls up your throat unbidden and you turn your head to the side, shame making your ears warm.

"All you have to do is ask," he prompts. "Or tell me to let you go and we can pretend this never happened."

The last thing is out of the question. You just need to work up enough courage to tell him what you need. Everything about him pierces your senses, making you high of his smell, touch, and sound.

In the end, all you can come up with is, "Bucky please." And bucking your hips up in the hope of finding some friction for your throbbing core.

But he just makes an unimpressed sound.

"No, you have to do better than that." Then he pauses and uses his free hand to turn your head until you're looking into his blue eyes.

"We'll go over everything properly before next time," his voice is calm and to the point. Making it clear he expects you to listen. "But right now I think we need each other. We'll use traffic lights or you'll tell me if it's too rough or too much. Understand?"

"Yes Bucky," you answer.

He releases your face and your arms, placing his hands on either side of your head instead. With a smile that makes you wetter than you already are, he says, "Good girl. Now do a better job at begging."

He is effectively displaying his whole body for you and in seconds you have your palms on his chest, caressing carefully up and down, feeling his corded muscles beneath the fabric of his t-shirt.

"Bucky please," you beg in a delicate voice. "I need you to touch me. I want to feel you everywhere. Please help me come, it hurts so bad."

His pupils dilate, almost eclipsing the blue in his eyes. Then he presses his knee up between your legs, lifting you off the ground enough that only the tip of your toes reaches the floor.

"Here, use my leg and hump it. We'll see what you deserve after that."

Oh, he's got a mean streak, you realize, and you're all for it. Wiggling on his thigh to get a better position you grab a hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and try to move. It's difficult and not nearly enough to get you where you wish but you're absolutely enjoying the way he's playing with you and speaking to you.

"Look at the innocent little angel using my leg. What else can I make you do to get off huh?"

With a whine you work faster, chasing something barely there.

"Something you'll learn very quickly, little angel, is that I don't share, but I do like showing off my property. Let everyone see but not let anyone touch."

"Yes!" you moan. "I'll be anything you need, just help me, please Bucky!"

"I'll hold you to that," he promises. Suddenly his knee is gone but instead, his body is pressed hard against yours and his lips descend. The kiss is filthy and needy, your hands grab onto his head, trying to get more of him even though he's already as close as he can come. You suck on his tongue and lips and he does the same to you, before mouthing his way over your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking. His beard pricks you but it's a mild discomfort to the one between your legs.

A string of needy noises tumble out of your mouth and you're about to start begging again but right then he lifts you and turns around, heading over to his large bed. As your body touches the sheets his hands start pulling at your clothes and you do the same to him. Moments later both of your are naked on the bed, making out like horny teenagers, rutting mindlessly against each other. His fingers find your hard clit, gently circling it a few times before dipping into the wetness at your opening. You mewl into his mouth in delight, thinking he's going to start filling you with his fingers, but instead, he spreads the slick back up to your clit and starts flicking it slowly.

Throwing your head back you moan his name loudly, no thoughts if you can be heard through the walls, everything is focused on the way he's touching you. His mouth finds your nipple and you get impossibly hotter and wetter. The months-long dry spell quickly catches up to you. Bucky fingers are expertly playing with you, never too hard or too light, hurling you towards the climax.

"Can I cum Bucky? Please can I cum?!"

His laugh tickles your skin, his fingers slow and he looks up at you.

"Yes, you can this time, just because you asked so nicely."

His fingers gather more of your wetness before picking up speed again. The band in your stomach quickly snaps and you scream out your release, blabbering "Thank you-thank you-thank you!"

Without getting a second to breathe you're flipped onto your stomach, then his hands lift your hips and you fold your knees in under you.

"Grab me a condom in the drawer angel," he directs and with unsteady hands and a complaining whine you open the drawer and rummage around until you find a square package.

"Don't whine when I'm trying to do the right thing," he growls and smacks your ass. "I know a little slut like you wants to be pumped full of cum until you're dripping." He leans down over you until his mouth is next to your ear, his raw dick rubbing against your sensitive cunt. Plucking the condom from your fingers he whispers, "You'll have to earn my cum, angel."

A jolt of pleasure-filled electricity shoots through you, just imagining yourself on your knees in front of him, doing anything he asks.

"I'll do anything, master," the name slips out by pure habit. "I'll be good, let you use me in any way you like, any hole. Anything to earn your cum, please, master."

A groan can be heard from behind together with the sound of the foil being torn open. Impatiently you wiggle your ass, arching your back even more, presenting yourself. In reward you get several more slaps, making you cry out as the pain shoots straight to your cunt.

"Oh, angel, keep talking sweet like that and you'll earn yourself another orgasm."

His dick notches at your opening and you still obediently. Both of you moan in unison as he presses inside. He's clearly on the bigger side but there is hardly any resistance since you're dripping with slick. In moments you're fuller than you've been in months, clawing at the sheets in front of you.

"Good girl, taking me so fucking well," his hands spread your cheeks. "I wish you could see how your greedy little pussy is swallowing me."

"Wa-want it, master, want it so much, feels so good!"

A wail leaves you as he starts pistoning his hips into you. If it weren't for the fact that he also pulls your hips back towards him every time, you'd end up with your head in the wall.

"Give me your hands," he instructs and you put them behind your back quickly, folding them and gripping your underarms. His vibranium hand closes around both your wrists while the other grabs your hair, pulling your head back.

You love his harsh grip on you, how he does what he wants with your body while he fucks you. All you can do is moan and whine and cry as he thrusts without any sign of slowing down any time soon. Usually around this time your FWB is about to come, and even though you're always satisfied in the end, sometimes you wish for more. The serum in his veins must give him superhuman stamina when it comes to everything.

Without warning he releases your hair and pulls hard on your arms, raising your body from the bed, his free hand coming round to grab your neck.

"Color?" He grunts, never missing a beat with his hips.

"Green! Bucky it's fucking green. Please! More!"

"You dirty little slut! Can't get enough of my cock huh?"

"No, master, want it always!" You cry.

"That's fucking right, god you feel so good. Next time I'm going to fuck you raw and watch the cum pour out of your pussy. How about right before Tony's big party? Put you in a short little dress with no panties so everyone can see my cum running down your legs."

The image of yourself, flustered and embarrassed while Bucky parades you around makes you keen, pushing back against him. You are nothing but his toy, he can do whatever he wants and you would gladly say 'Yes, master.'

The incessant need to come makes your legs weak, trembling from being held up and fucked within an inch of your life.

"Master, can I come? Your dick feels so good, can I please come on it?"

Releasing your wrists, his vibranium arm comes around your waist, pulling you flush with his chest before traveling down to your aching clit.

"This what you need, angel?"

The unrelenting metal against the softest part of your flesh pulls more desperate sounds from you as you try to rock against it, the pleasure eating you up from the inside, erasing every trace of cognitive thought. When you don’t answer he chuckles next to your ear, "I think my cock has made you dumb, angel. No thoughts left in that tiny little head of yours."

Your hands land on his arm, needing something to hold onto. He hasn’t permitted you yet, the orgasm is shimmering right underneath your skin, threatening to break through any second. The only thing you know is that you don’t want to disappoint him.

"My angel is doing so good, go ahead and come for me, make sure you scream my name when you do. Let everyone hear that this cunt belongs to me."

Instead of continuing with his fingers, his whole palm lands on your clit, a few slaps that don’t hurt in the slightest, only enhancing your pleasure, before the heel of his hand presses against your clit.

"Come on, show me how you look when you let go. Be a good little angel for me, come on my cock."

In a blinding light of pleasure, you scream his name, just like he wants, bending your head until it rests against his shoulder, shuddering and shaking from the release.

"Looking beautiful my little angel, so fucking pretty, strangling my cock." He hugs you tightly towards him for a second before pushing you forward. Your arms only cushion the fall lightly, there is no strength left in your body. Looking over your shoulder you see his eyes, blazing with lust, his mouth slightly open. Then he pulls out and you watch him tear the condom off, jerking himself, and with a loud groan of your name he finishes on your ass and back. As the spurts of cum hit your skin you close your eyes and sigh in contentment. Owned. Used. Satisfied for the first time in months.

With a giggle you fall to the side, uncaring if you're messing up his sheets. He lands on his back in front of you a moment later, chest still heaving.

"That was…" he begins, turning his head towards you with a small smile. Before continuing he rolls over on his side, reaching and pulling you in towards his naked chest, tilting your head up, and placing a small chaste kiss on your lips.

"Amazing? Wonderful? Mind-blowing?" you suggest with a smile to finish his sentence.

"All of the above angel."

For a couple of minutes, you lie there, just content with what just happened, before Bucky says,

"Come on, we need to clean you up."

He stands from the bed and picks you up with no effort, carrying you to the small bathroom and turning on the shower. Carefully he places you down on the tile and the warm spray is a harsh contrast to the cold sweat that has dried on your skin.

"How do you feel?"

Your only response is a happy humming noise that makes him smile, before he reaches for a bottle of shower gel. He makes you turn around, leaning your arms against the wall as he begins to clean you. His touch is firm as he washes your back and ass, giving you a light massage before he moves on to the rest of your body. Then you help him, even if what you do is mostly smear suds over his pecs. When he's done the both of you stand under the warm spray.

"Any immediate soreness?" He asks.

"No," you sigh happily. "Might feel something tomorrow, but we'll see then."

He finds you a clean towel afterward and dries you off, before handing you a t-shirt and a pair of his boxers. Without questioning you put them on.

Fortunately, the sheets have minimal staining and both of you are too exhausted to care about changing them. Suddenly you realize you've just fucked Bucky and now you're staying in his bed for the night, with your head resting on his chest.

"What is this Bucky?" you mumble, even as sleep is dragging you down.

"Whatever you want it to be, angel, we'll work out the details in the morning," he assures you.

And if the other people at the compound heard you the night before, or notice that you're wearing one of Bucky's t-shirts to breakfast the next day, nobody says a word.

[arcane-vagabond]

Victorian Era!Jake has a huge mansion house right? And I imagine they both have a separate bedroom, even though they always sleep together. But Jake's is more open, a tiny bit bigger, with bright, light colours, Dearest's is more cozy, more "mysterious", with rich, dark colours. They choose which one to use based on their mood.

No because like yes???

I think more often than not, Dearest ends up in Jake's room, and he just starts referring to it as "our room" when talking with her.

But sometimes he'll be off with his friends late into the night, and he comes home totally NOT drunk (yes he is, you can smell it on him), and he'll go to his room only to pout when he doesn't see you there.

Then you'll hear him stumbling down the hall with a muttered curse as he runs into the end table before appearing in your doorway looking like a lost puppy with those adoring green eyes.

"Why're you'n 'ere?" He mumbles, bracing himself against the door frame and looking at you through his lashes. You set your book down with a soft smile.

"I wasn't sure when you'd be home."

"'m home now," he'd rasp, frown plastered on his lips as he pushes off of the frame and walks forward, collapsing into bed beside you, his lips already covering whatever skin they can reach as you giggle in his hold.

But then there are other times when maybe you two have had an argument and you decide that you are NOT sleeping in bed with him tonight.

He locked himself in his study to cool off, going through some paperwork before looking at the clock sitting above the mantle, cursing at what time it is. He hadn't meant to stay up so late, and he knows he'll have to do some serous groveling in the morning if you aren't asleep already.

He'd open the door quietly so as not to disturb you, only to frown when he sees the bed perfectly untouched. He'd then notice the light filtering out from beneath your door into the hall, letting out a sigh before making his way over.

The knock is soft, but you're not surprised when the irritatingly handsome face of your husband suddenly appears. Your eyes stay pointedly trained on your book as he enters the room, silence passing between the two of you.

"You're not in bed."

You snort, turning the page. "I am in bed."

"You're not in our bed."

You drop the book onto your lap, arching a brow at him in a challenge. He lets out a sigh, stepping into the room before shutting the door behind him. He wordlessly crosses the room to the opposite side of the bed, kneeling on the duvet as he takes your hand gently in his.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, pressing a lingering, gentle kiss to your knuckles, and despite yourself, you feel your anger melting away.

"I'm sorry too," you reply softly. He nuzzles his nose against your palm, his kisses turning headier as he makes his way up your arm. Your heartbeat quickens as he looms over you, his other hand sliding up your leg and pushing your nightgown up.

"How can I make it up to you?" he murmurs into your ear, his lips brushing the shell and sending a shiver up your spine. You can't answer as he smirks against you, cupping one breast in his large palm as he nips at your pulse point. He drags himself down your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses until he was planted between your spread thighs.

"I can think of a couple of ways," he teases, smirk growing bigger as leans forward.

[nayucristal]

6 studio ghibli movies for beginners ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

hello! ^^ this is my first text-post here so i decided to write about a topic that i am totally obsessed with!! but before we begin, here is a brief introduction:

i think it's important to balance between the more complex and simple Studio Ghibli films so that you can have access to both facets of Ghibli. after all, not all of them are extremely complex and metaphorical, sometimes you can just choose a lighter movie to watch!

what is the difference between studio ghibli's movies and other movies? studio ghibli has the mastery of dealing with everyday and essentially human issues (as well as environmental ones) that we are all familiar with seeing in films.

but what makes it unique is the delicate, engaging and accurate tone of humanity and intimacy that studio ghibli brings to the films, making them all special and capable of generating a unique connection between the viewer and the work.

so let's get start it!

p.s.: everything mentioned here is based on my opinion and preferences! feel free to kindly & respectfully disagree <3

Kiki's Delivery Service (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

one of my favorite studio ghibli movies! i believe it has the most relatable protagonist of all the studio's movies. the film deals with several subjects such as burnout, identity, "what is my talent? what makes me unique?", among others!

the soundtrack is unique, catchy and memorable (sometimes i find myself humming the main theme throughout the day lol)

i think it's a great film for those who are just starting to get to know Studio Ghibli and might fall in love with it!

2. Whisper of the Heart ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

this is usually one of the first Ghibli movies i recommend to someone (also is one of my favourites)! it has a light and human romance; "no magic, no enchanted beings, no spectacular plot, just the appreciation of life"

the film also features a completely relatable protagonist, shizuku, who searches for a sense of identity, albeit in a different context than kiki.

shizuku is a teenager who is about to start high school but still doesn't know very well what the future holds for her and what she plans to do with it. she ends up meeting her great life partner, seiji, who has a great dream and life goal.

3. Howl's Moving Castle ⋆˙⟡ —

one of the classics! you've probably heard of this masterpiece before or come across the soundtrack online.

unlike the last films mentioned, this one has a much more elaborate, deep and even certainly confusing plot as it contains a lot of symbolism (in addition to being an adaptation of a book!).

however, i think it's a great movie to recommend when you're starting to watch studio ghibli because even though it's slightly complex, it's mesmerizing and engaging. in addition, it shows the purest essence of studio ghibli, which is to portray humanity, human insecurities and feelings with the complexity and subjectivity that they have.

i'm absolutely sure you'll fall in love!

4. My Neighbor Totoro ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

another extremely classic that you've probably heard of! my neighbor totoro will take you back to sweet childhood memories, even if you didn't live in a country house or encounter a mystical forest creature!

this is another story that doesn't have a crazy plot, but it is wrapped in nostalgia, comfort, animation and soundtrack, which makes the experience totally immersive.

my neighbor totoro is without a doubt one of Studio Ghibli's biggest brands, even forming part of the studio's logo and selling several products. it's a film you can't miss!

5. From Up On Poppy Hill ✮⋆˙

maybe this one will generate some disagreement but HEAR ME OUT!!!!!!!!! this was the first Ghibli film i showed my father and he simply fell in love with everything: the animation, the story, the soundtrack, the characters; and all of this made him want to see more of Ghibli!

unlike the other films on the list, this is the only one that was not directed by Hayao Miyazaki but by his son. the film has a curious and incredible story, focusing on one subject: the preservation and veneration of the past so that there may be a future.

the characters are delicate in their essence and each of them tells their own life story and how it built who they are in the present. a great movie for you to watch on a Sunday afternoon!

6. Spirited Away ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

did you think i wouldn't talk about it? simply the most emblematic movie from Studio Ghibli and i believe the most popular too!

this is another film full of metaphors and symbolism as well as a fantastic protagonist. it's a super fantasy film but it deals with extremely real themes of our world, based on the adventure of an 8-year-old girl: "the world will not be kind to you at any time, but you will need to find the strength within yourself to grow and face it"

completely addictive and charismatic in its own way i'm sure you'll love this studio ghibli masterpiece!

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Everyone's Fate Is Up To The Saints, Except Hers - Tolya Yul-Bataar

Prompt: “If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off her.”

Warnings: Canon Compliant Threat

This is really just a drabble but what can ya do.

Not proofread because "no beta we die like men"

Had anyone asked, Tolya would have made it very clear that he 'never doubted her for a moment', that 'her capability was easily beyond that of the task at hand' and he knew, given the opportunity, 'she would've likely taken it on alone'. But Sturmhond, in a brief moment of clear insight, had drawn the conclusion that Tolya would have been very little help carrying out his duties if his mind had been following someone out on the mission. Waiting, wondering and worrying were three things not very conducive with carrying out duties to their requirement. So Sturmhond sent the both of them. No one questioned him, everyone else because he is the captain, but Tamar because she held the same knowledge that Sturmhond had based his call on: her twin for all his openness and cheer, was not letting on quite how deep the river of his care flowed when it came to one particular crewmate.

The she in question, had picked up a pace while Tolya had been somewhat lost in his thoughts.

"Falling behind there sesh?" You ask, turning around with a wicked grin, continuing to walk in the direction you both were headed, but now watching Tolya instead of the path. Walking backwards was something you had gotten very good at with the years of sword training, if you lean to step back with balance enough times, learning to follow the pattern is easy. Yet now, it was certainly more to show off than for practical use.

"You're still not using that correctly," Tolya smiled, an abundance of laughter in his voice. His shadow was being cast by a far off light and the distance made the silhouette looking deceivingly small, compared to the reality. Tolya was just as tall as he was handsome, which is to say more so than anyone really hard the right to be.

"Well if you gave in and told me the word I am looking for," you tease, the sentence hung in the air, feeling unfinished and incomplete. But the years have taught Tolya that sometimes you spoke in half, and it was up to the one hearing the words to decide if it was their turn.

"I will not teach you words in Shu just so you can mock me," he means the words he is saying but his tone is far from mean.

"I'm not mocking you," you defend. "I'm attempting to describe you."

"Describe me in your own language," he pulls his graze away, hoping that maybe if he stops staring, you might start looking where you're going, but to no avail.

"So you'll read me poetry in a language I do not know, but you shall not teach it to me?"

"Not when I know your interest lies in different intent, if you wish to understand the poem I'll happily explain it-" he is suddenly silence by a quiet and quick whistle, a signal that stops him in his tracks.

You look on edge, looking around the dim lit street with such concentration and apprehension that Tolya notices how small it makes you look, the fear. He isn't used to seeing you look afraid.

"Sorry," you say pulling yourself back in, raning it back and composing yourself. "I didn't mean to interrupt you when it's about poetry."

"I don't take it personally," he says. "You know Tamar well enough."

"Exactly, I try to let you talk about it as much as possible when there is no one to tell you to stop," the comment is offhand and absentminded, you hadn't meant much by it. It was a truth, and you did not choose to shy from the truth often, but it wasn't something you had meant to declare in any kind of way. Yet the look in Tolya's eyes makes you run the words back, trying to find the secret of the universe, the strangely powerful compliment that had to be hidden in the words you'd spoken without a second thought.

"Thank you," he says, his voice so soft, it hits like whisper.

"There's no need, there are few ways to show someone how you matter to them, and this is mine," if you had to break it down, the moments before, the reasons that this moment unfolds, you could lay out each factor in pieces. The light being so low. The quietness being so rare that sound is a welcome visitor and therefore can lull into a false sense of security. Maybe even your own foolishness, having not turned around despite your previous scare. But if you were honest with yourself, truly honest, it was not your ego or your environment that betrayed you in this small moment. It was your heart. Had you not been searching for something tangible in the unspoken distance between the two of you, there was no way someone could have gotten close enough to place a blade into the small of your back before you reached for your weapon.

"I wouldn't try it," the blade is pushed closer as you move for the weapon, the voice is dark and quiet, but the accent isn't from around here, and there's a gruffness that shows the man's age.

"I am guessing you are exactly who we are looking for," you reply. Tolya reached for his own blade the moment the assailant had stepped out of the dark, he holds it tight and his eyes are fixed over your shoulder. "We aren't here for a fight."

"Tell that to your friend," the man replies.

"Tolya," you say calmly. Tolya is reasonable, Tolya is smart and above all Tolya knows better than most, much better than his twin, when there's not a need for a fight. But he doesn't look willing to backdown.

"Perhaps I might be more inclined to step down if you remove the blade from my friends back," Tolya says slowly.

A hand grips your shoulder tight, and the blade moves from your spine to your side. A much more defendable position, but a still a threat. "Better?" The man asks.

"If you wish to keep your fingers, I’d take your hands off her.”

You watch him and your heart, against your practiced calm, races in your chest and his eyes flicker to meet yours. It dawns on you why he hasn't calmed the situation, why he is defensive and not quite like his normal self. He senses your confusion, your fear and he is not used to that in you. He isn't paying attention to the man's heartbeat or his emotions because he is still fixed on you. And that realisation makes your heart jump in a way you should know better than to let it do, and Tolya feels it. "He won't repeat himself," you tell the man, and he drops the blade to his side. "We were sent to get you, alive was the preference."

"Who sent you?" The man asks.

"Sturmhond," Tolya explains, listening to his heart now, sensing the fear, the anger, the loss. "We are here to help." Tolya's expression softens, he has been in the world and really seen enough of it to know that there's danger in the most unexpecting of places, but one of the many things about him that is never unsurprising, is how he still sees the opportunity for kindness and grace amongst them.

Sturmhond stares at the two of them and is quick to dismiss Tolya, who walks out on the deck and is soon shoulder to shoulder with Tamar.

"You seem tense brother," she muses, eager to hear what had happened.

"I shouldn't have gone," he thinks aloud. Tamar frowns.

"How did you come to that ridiculous conclusion?" She asks, pulling at a piece of the bread she is eating.

"Because it was my presence that made her vulnerable," he explains. "She was scared, I've not seen her scared before."

"Are you sure it was fear, and not anxiety?" Tamar asks nonchalantly. "Besides, Everyone's fate is up to the saints, is it not?"

"Not hers," Tolya says without pausing to think. Tamar gives him a side glance and he shoves her shoulder.

"Not hers?" Tamar echoes. "Not if you can help it."

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

I Hope That You Burn

Pairing: Platonic Spencer Reid & Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: uh just cheating really

Genre: kinda fluff, mostly angst

Summary: What happens when you learn your husband has broken your vows

This story was requested by @lucreziaq2001

A/N: I didn't get a chance to properly edit this one be kind &lt;3

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Working for the BAU has been such a whirlwind to say the least. You joined the team pretty recently and it took you a little bit to get the hang of things but you'd say at this point you're definitely starting to find your place among the team.

"We're totally gonna miss you in the field on this one." Spencer says. You'd definitely consider yourself closest to him, always whispering to each other, chatting late into the night- he's like your best friend. It's nice to have someone close to out here as you aren't from the DMV tristate and only moved here because of your husband becoming a senator.

"Aw I know Spence but with Adam out of town at that summit for a month I'm just not comfortable leaving Bella with a nanny indefinitely like that." You tell him.

"I mean I totally wouldn't have minded watching Bella she's adorable." Penelope chooses that moment to walk passed the two of you. She ranks second closest you think. She reminds you of your friends from college, colorful and bold and unapologetically herself.

"It's not your job to watch my kid Pen, plus she'll only be this small for so long and with this job we're away a lot so I wanna take advantage of this and spend time with her." You shrug.

"That's so cute." Penelope says.

"You're a great mom. This case won't be the same without you though." Spencer says.

"Spencer I'm still on the case. I'll just be running point from home base this time. Like Garcia. You guys can and probably will call me as necessary." You say.

"What're we talking about over here?" Derek joins the small group at your desk. You and Derek get along great, although that's because he and Spencer are like brothers. You find yourself in the middle of their spats like this all the time.

"Just Bella and the fact that I'm staying back to take care of her." You tell him.

"Ah yes- the joys of motherhood you say. Can't believe you're staying behind." He shakes his head.

"If someone is ever gracious enough to deign you worthy of fathering their children, by some miracle, I'm sure you'll understand." You hum.

"Ouch! Need some ice for that Morgan?" Spencer hisses dramatically.

"You'll need ice in a minute Reid." Derek steps forward as if to threaten him, albeit playfully, but Spencer runs behind your chair, turning you to block Derek from getting to him.

"Hey! Just because I'm not going doesn't mean I'm not watching Morgan. You behave, both of you. Don't y'all stress Hotch out because I'm home." You warn.

"Hiding behind Mommy are you, Spence?" Derek taunts.

"I am not hiding!" Spencer huffs.

"Mommy?" You scoff.

"Reid, Morgan, wheels up." Hotch comes out of his office and the boys head off to grab their things. "You're sure about staying y/n?" Hotch asks you.

"Absolutely. I can't leave Bella. If it were Jack would you leave him with a nanny you didn't have time to properly vet, especially given the job we do? Not even factoring my husband's job into things."

"Could never." He says.

"There ya go." You say.

"Alright, well keep your phone on. We might need you."

"Of course. Consider me a hotline." You wink.

"Good." Aaron nods and turns away.

"I'm being hyperbolic! Don't like- call me at 3am or something with case updates!" You call after him.

"That's more Reid's thing don't ya think?" He spins to ask you.

"True. Safe flight! Someone let me know when you land!" You wave him off as you're sure the rest of the team is waiting for him at this point. You turn your attention back to the paperwork you were doing before. Penelope is still at your desk though and after a few moments of waiting for her to say something you chuckle to yourself.

"Did you want to talk about something Pen?" You ask her, eyes still glued to the document in front of you.

"What's it like to basically be Wonder Woman?" She asks.

"What?" You blink at her.

"You've been here a few months and you're already amazing, everyone loves you, you have the perfect daughter and a husband who couldn't be more obsessed with you I mean I would kill to have a life like yours."

"Well- my daughter is 2 that's not- never mind. I'm- flattered you feel that way Pen really but I'm not doing much of anything different. I work hard just like the rest of you. Trust me balancing a full-time job and raising a toddler is no easy feat plus being married to a politician is certainly not a walk in the park." You scoff.

"You make it all seem so simple."

"Well if I came in here screaming every morning one of them would surely have me committed and we can't have that." You wink at her.

"True. But I mean you're like always killing it."

"I try my best Pen, thank you. I worry sometimes- with Bella, ya know." You shrug.

"Why? You're a great mom." She shrugs.

"I like to hope so but the thing with kids is- well it's kinda like coding a neverending program that you aren't the only person adding code to and you have no idea what each new line of code will actually do regardless of your intentions." You tell her.

"Woah- I see. Well from over here I'd say you're a coding wiz." She winks.

"Thanks Garcia. I wanna finish this up before the team lands in case they need me so-"

"No problem, I have some things Hotch definitely expects me to do that I forgot about til the last minute anyway." She smiles. You chuckle and tell her bye and then she's gone, leaving you to your paperwork. Your least favorite part of the job. By the time the team lands somewhere on the west coast, it's about time for you to leave the office but Spencer is sure to let you know they've made it safely and promises to update you in the morning unless something urgent happens in the next 4 hours. You pick your daughter up from daycare and head home to wind down for the day.

"Alright Bella baby, let's get you fed and then bathed." You hum pulling her out of her car seat.

"Din din?" She blinks at you from in your arms as you shift to unlock the door.

"That's right my love din din. It's time for dinner." You kiss her head. You set Bella up in her high chair with some coloring pages to keep her busy while you get dinner going. Tonight you've got fish on the menu with steamed broccoli and some grapes you cut in half. It takes about 20 minutes but soon she's got food in front of her that she's getting down without much issue. Bella isn't the pickiest eater luckily and you've learned what flavors she does best with right now, of course that could change but that's something you'll test years down the line. For now, whatever keeps her fed is what you'll give her. When she's finished you bathe her and read her a bedtime story before tucking her in for the night. A couple hours after, you've showered and eaten and are climbing into bed yourself when your phone rings. You check the ID and pick it up.

"Hey Spence, how's it going over there?" You ask. He lets out a frustrated breath that makes you chuckle a little. "So not great?"

"I'm frustrated because these cops are incompetent but-"

"We always have to make sure we maintain a friendly relationship with local police." You finish the thought for him.

"Which is incredibly difficult when the Backyardigans would be more helpful than these guys."

"I think you're spending too much time with Bella. The Backyardigans?" You laugh knowing full well he only knows about the show because your two-year-old loves it.

"To be fair it's a good kids show." He says.

"I know that Spence but to say a group of animal children are more helpful than the local law enforcement is hilarious."

"You're only laughing because you don't have to deal with them. I am in no way exaggerating y/n."

"Oh I know. You don't really do that." You smile.

"Anyway, on more pleasant subjects, how is Bella? Easy night?" Spencer asks.

"Pretty easy yeah. Adam called to say goodnight to her."

"Did he? That's good. I know how much she hates when one of you has to be away." He hums hoping you can't tell over the phone how his mood soured slightly at the mention of your husband. As far as Spencer could tell Adam was a fine husband, on the rare occasion he was around and came to visit you at work he was always singing your praises. His only problem with Adam, which he would never admit, is that he's your husband because knowing you're married didn't stop Spencer from developing a crush on you. One he works very hard to hide from you and the rest of the team. He cares too much about you as a friend and as a colleague to ever risk that.

"Yeah, he missed the last couple of nights so it's lucky he called this time or I think Bells might've held it against him til the end of his trip in two weeks." You chuckle.

"Sounds like her." Spencer laughs along with you.

"Anything else happen so far? Anything I should know?"

"Nothing that can't wait until morning. Hotch will call you. I'm sick of talking about work." Spencer says.

"Okay well, we'll talk about something else then." You tell him with a giggle. You stay on the phone for another hour or two before Spencer lets you go for the night.

It takes the team over a week to return from that case. It was a rough one, even with you and Penelope helping as much as possible from the office but eventually, you solve it and the others make their way back home. By the time they land, it's already pretty late and you've left to get Bella so you'll simply see everybody in the morning. 

Night routines are done and dusted rather efficiently and you find yourself in Adam's home office after Bella's in bed. Well technically it's just the home office and not Adam's but he uses it way more than you do, you only really come in here to print things. Still, you keep a lot of extra supplies in here, and right now you're looking for an eraser because you can't find one big enough to erase the scribbles Bella has done in one of her books. You sift through the drawers on the desk and pause with a frown when you realize one is locked. Why would your husband lock a drawer of this desk? I mean- you're in the FBI you have higher security clearance than he would as a senator, what could he possibly need to lock up? You don't like invading his privacy but there's a terrible nagging feeling that tells you to open the drawer so- with a bit of careful picking you manage to get the lock open and find the drawer full of- letters. Letters between your husband and his secretary. Handwritten letters. You pull out the top few and scan the words on those pages, your heartbeat thundering louder with each line, each paragraph, each page. You read each letter with excruciating care, it takes you hours to get through them all, and by the time you're done, the sun has already started to light the night sky. You put all but 3 of the letters back into the desk and close the drawer but don't bother to lock it before forcing yourself up on your feet. You should kill him. Adam. You should hop on the next flight to that stupid summit and kill him in his hotel room. The hotel room he's probably sharing with his desperate secretary. You know the fault is his though you see red remembering all the times that woman smiled in your face while screwing your husband who knows how often. She probably thinks you're a fool, that you're so easy to trick and lie to. You slam the door to that office so hard thinking about it that the door rattles on its hinges. You're too angry to sleep- you need to decide how to make him pay for this. Stewing in your thirst for revenge, you hardly realize how much time has passed you until Bella comes toddling into your room.

"Mama." She waddles over to you and you struggle to flip the switch but you do it. You have to. Your baby. You have to do what's best for her. You always have to do what's best for her. Maybe nailing your husband to a cross is too reckless.

"Good morning my darling girl!" You coo happily picking Bella up.

"Mornin!" She beams back at you.

"Ready to get started with your day huh? Let's get you dressed for daycare!" You say kissing her cheek. You get her ready for the day, then yourself, feed her breakfast and drop her off at daycare all keeping it much more together than you feel. It's almost more frustrating to know you can't in good conscience take him down as he deserves because your daughter doesn't deserve that kind of exposure by association and when you leave him, you want it to be simple for her, or as simple as you can make it. You have a week to figure out your game plan before Adam returns and you plan to make the absolute most of that time. By the time you're walking into the office, you've already looked up several reputable divorce lawyers and plan to call them each during your lunch.

"Good mor- y/n, what's wrong?" Spencer frowns when he intercepts you before you reach your desk.

"I- I really don't wanna talk about it Spence." You say shakily. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes and if you start crying now you don't think you'll be able to stop all day. Spencer seems to recognize the unshed tears too, if the shocked look on his face tells you anything. He wraps his arms around you tightly.

"If you decide you wanna talk about it, please come find me." He whispers before he lets go of you. You nod and make your way to your desk. Spencer spends the whole day watching you work. I mean he does his work too, or tries to, but he's so worried about you he can hardly focus. Before the end of the day, you've called all the lawyers you found and scheduled a meeting with one. You'll be seeing her tomorrow. When you're packing up for the day and preparing to head home Spencer walks over to you. "I know you didn't want to talk about it this morning, but since the work day is over I thought maybe you could tell me what's going on with you now?"

"Adam's cheating on me." You say flatly as you enter the elevator with Spencer.

"Wait what?"

"Has been for months. With his secretary. I found out last night."

"Why didn't you call me?"

"I spent all night reading their correspondences." You mutter.

"Y/n I am so sorry." Spencer breathes out.

"It's fine. I'm meeting with a divorce attorney tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"I have to be ready when he returns. On Sunday. I want all my ducks in a row so I'm not there when he gets back." You say.

"Where are you going to go?" Spencer asks.

"I don't know yet. But it won't be that house."

"You and Bells can stay at mine if you need." He offers.

"Thank you. I'll let you know if I'm gonna take you up on the offer. Right now I'm focusing on getting divorce papers drawn up." You mutter exiting the elevator as soon as the door opens.

"Y/n hang on-" Spencer grabs your arm gently.

"I have to pick up Bella." You say.

"You have to process this."

"NO. Not right now. Right now I have to protect my baby. Bella needs me and she needs me whole."

"Y/n you're not just Bella's mom. You're a woman whose trust has been betrayed and you're allowed to feel that."

"Spencer I am all that she has here. I can't fall apart there's no one- we don't have- if I fall apart there's no one looking out for her."

"Don't do that. The whole team is here for you both. I am here for you both. If you feel yourself falling apart find us, find me. I'll put you back together again." He tells you.

"Thank you, Spence. I have to get Bella." You make your way to your car and pick up your daughter. Six days. You have six days to get everything in order because god forbid you have to be here when he returns from his summit. It's practically robotic as you make dinner, feed Bella, and get her ready for bed. You don't even realize you're climbing into bed until you're shutting the lamp off beside you. The day was not easy but you made it through, and you'll continue to do so until you sort through as much as you can before Sunday.

You spend the entire week meeting, exchanging emails, and talking on the phone with your divorce attorney, and by Saturday papers are completely drawn up. You take Sunday to pack up as much of your and Bella's things as you can because you decided earlier in the week you would take Spencer up on his offer, at least until you found a new place for you and Bella or Adam moved out to find his own place, that choice would be his. If he wanted the house you were not attached.

"Alright Bella my love, we're going to have a sleepover at Spencer's house for a little while, sound fun?" You say to Bella as you give her a bath after dinner.

"Spency?" She smiles.

"That's right baby. Spency." You smile back. Once she's in her pajamas, you get her in the car and make the 20-minute drive to Spencer's place with your mind mostly on the clock.

"Hey. You made it." Spencer says when he opens the door.

"Yeah, I wanted to get Bella ready for bed so she could crash. I still have a few things to take care of before Adam returns but I didn't want her too off schedule." You explain.

"Do those things have to be done tonight?"

"Adam's taken a redeye flight, he always does. He'll be back before morning yes it has to be done tonight." You say.

"Alright, do you want me to put Bells to bed so you can get whatever it is done quickly?" He asks.

"Would you mind?"

"Of course not. I've done it before."

"Thank you Spence. I'll be back in like- an hour." You pass Bella, half asleep into Spencer's arms and give her a kiss before returning right back to your house. You have one last thing to do before you can consider this phase of your plans complete. You pull open that drawer in the office where you left those letters and toss them into the office bin. You strike a match and take a deep breath before tossing it into the collection of papers.

You saved three. Those you need for divorce things but when the time comes you'll burn them too. The rest you watch be engulfed in the fire now. Not to save him, no, you hope he will receive every wicked thing he deserves, but to save Bella. You've seen this before. Politicians in scandals are never isolated. It affects everyone around them and you won't have that happen to your dear Bella. She should not be any more harmed by her father's sins than absolutely necessary.

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[rougedragoonreaper]

A doe

Marilyn Thornhill X Female Teacher!Reader (legal age)

Summary: You knew things between you and your boyfriend/girlfriend changed when you stopped feeling that you loved them or that they loved you. Yet, you'd never imagined feeling comfortable enough to turn as you slept in your co-worker's arms.

Characters: Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill, NPC (Lyida), Y/N

Warning(s): You can turn into a doe (shrugs). No cheating, just falling out of love. Darkish thoughts. Y/n has depression.

A/N: This story is based on a dream I had during my before-work nap. I changed things and left them out because they are irrelevant to this story. Consecutive criticism is appreciated. Thank you for reading.

A/N2: sorry for the shitty title. I dk what to call it.

It's been a long week for you, between working and trying to see your boyfriend/girlfriend. But you were happy. Nothing was wrong; you were overthinking things. Like you always do. Shaking your head as you gather your supplies, ready to start the weekend.

Initially, you had plans with your boyfriend/girlfriend. You would spend the night watching movies and cuddling on the couch. But they canceled on you. You squeezed the strap on your bag, trying to ignore the twinge of pain in your heart. That was the fifth time they canceled on you. It would be best if you didn't have to keep track of who canceled date nights. You were just as guilty of canceling on them, too. You couldn't help but feel that you two were drifting apart. The dark part of your mind told you it was your feet that they could do better and find someone that doesn't turn into a mini-doe. They deserved someone who could turn into a predator instead of prey like they could.

"Stop thinking like that, y/n. You are fine, just the way you are. And if no one likes that, you can leave or give them a hoof or two in the shins." You chuckle, remembering your older brother making fun of your doe form. You got so mad you nailed him in the shin with your hidden hoofs.

Thinking you were going to be in trouble for hurting him. But your dad said he missed around and found out. And that one should never make fun of someone's animal form. It chooses us, and we don't pick it.

Signing as you open the door to your room, knowing that you should try harder to remember your dad's words. Yet it's hard to ignore when the dark part of your mind starts whispering. And it doesn't help that some have the ability to choose which animal form they can turn into. Most of the students and staff understand this. Some can't comprehend that concept. Like a few of your exes… and your current boyfriend/girlfriend. However, they are trying to be understanding. You'll have to talk to them sooner rather than later. All you wanted to know was where you stood in their future if you were even a part of them.

But for now, you need to get ready for ladies' night. Once your best friend Lyida heard that your plans with your boyfriend/girlfriend got canceled, she told Principal Weems and Ms. Thornhill. They both agreed to have a ladies' night in. A little wine, a corny movie, and food would brighten your mood.

After a quick shower changed into comfortable clothing, you headed to your best friend's room. Both of you were heading to Larissa's place.

"So… how are you doing?" She asked.

"I'm alright, just a little tired. It's been a long week. My head is spinning a little between Wednesday, Enid, and Bianca." You laugh, "But I think the entire school would agree with me."

"You're telling me. I feel like I'm part of a teen sitcom sometimes." Lydia replied.

You look at your friend, "For the record… I need to speak with them. I can't talk about it. Not yet." You say, knowing that Lydia was asking about your relationship.

"For the record, I'll be here for you when you are ready. Same with Larissa and Marilyn." She said, giving you a side hug just as you arrived at Larissa's place.

Lydia knocked on Larissa's door. "Ladies, it's nice to see you. Come in; Marilyn is already here." Larissa said as she ushered the both of you inside.

Marilyn was sitting on a vast, comfortable-looking couch. She waved at you and Lydia. "Hello, Lydia and Y/n."

You smiled at her, "Hello, Ms. Thornhill."

Marilyn held up her hand to stop you. "Y/n, how long have we been working together? You can call me Marilyn." She said, her smile lighting up the room.

You could feel Lydia roll her eyes at you as she pushed you to sit next to Marilyn.

"So, what movie should we watch?" Larissa asked.

"Let y/n decide," Marilyn said.

"ME… are you sure?" you asked.

"Yeah, YOU… We are here because of you," Lydia replied as she sat on your right. "I mean, we younglings would be having a movie night anyway," Lydia said with a shrug before Larissa gave her a look. She was making Lydia cough a little.

Marilyn laughed at their behavior before saying, "We wouldn't have a lady's night if your plans didn't fall through."

Marilyn placed a hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry your boyfriend/girlfriend canceled."

You felt your heart stopped when she squeezed your thigh, or maybe your brain was freezing, or you forgot how to breathe?

"Okay, just don't make fun of me. But how about we watch Hocus Pocus." You said. Lydia chuckled, "Even though the movie knows nothing about real witchcraft. It has it's charm."

"Yeah, for you, it's in the form of Sarah Jessica Parker." You said with a smirk. Lydia rolled her eyes as Larissa raised her eyebrow. Marilyn played with her glasses, shaking her head.

"So, are we all alright with Hocus Pocus being the first movie tonight?" Lydia asked. Marilyn and Larissa agreed.

Once the movie started, a comfortable silence filled the room. You didn't realize how tired you were, not even when you felt your body slowly leaning toward Marilyn.

"Y/n, you can lean on me. I don't mind." Marilyn whispered as she adjusted her position on the couch.

She was making it so her body was facing yours. Marilyn wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to her. With your head resting on her shoulder, you started to drift off. You couldn't make out what the others were saying, and you didn't notice Larissa move from the couch to a chair that was close by. You only saw that you felt genuinely safe in Marilyn's arms and that her heart bet was lulling you into a more profound slumber. You never truly felt this way, not with your exes or current boyfriend/girlfriend.

At that realization, you woke up. Noticing that you were now entirely lying in Marilyn's arms. Your legs were on Lydia's lap. No one seemed to mind that you passed out for most of the movie. You looked up at Marilyn, worried about things to come. Lyrics popped into your head, 'Let your arms be a place she feels safe in.'

You felt sad knowing you didn't have a future with your boyfriend/girlfriend. You were not in love with them anymore, and they probably (you hoped) felt the same way. You also hoped that maybe Marilyn felt something for you, too. Even if you both don't know what it is at this time. You can figure it out together. But for now, you'd worry about those conversations for another time. You just wanted to hold on to that feeling of safety. Marilyn squeezed you as she tucked your head under her chin.

You drifted off to sleep again. Not realizing you felt safe enough to turn into your mini-dose form while you slept in Marilyn's arms. You only realize that you change when you wake up. But you didn't feel like it was a big deal. Marilyn was fine with cuddling with you even when you became a doe. It must have helped that this happened while you all were at Larissa's place and that Lydia was around. You made a mental note to ask your dad if this typically happens. Because it's never happened to you before, nor have you read or heard about it.

"You two are awake. Lydia should be back with some food." Larissa said, smiling at Marilyn and you.

Looking at Marilyn, you tilt your head to the side. "You fell asleep too?"

Marilyn figged with her glasses, "I couldn't help it. I think anyone would have fallen asleep cuddling with a mini-doe."

"Oh… sorry about that." You replied, ducking your head down, trying to hide your blush.

"Oy My God!!!! Finally!!! We should eat this food before they fall asleep again." Lydia said as she came back into the living room. She was making everyone jump a little.

Larissa glared at Lydia. Lydia shrugged it off as she set the takeout on the coffee table. "You know I'm right."

You rolled your eyes at your friend but knew she was probably right. "Okay, we'll eat… and sorry for you know. Passing out on you guys."

"It's alright. You must have been tired." Larissa said as Marilyn nodded in agreement.

"This is your first year of teaching here, and you have a lot on your mind. Try not to worry about it." Marilyn added.

"Says the woman that passed out too." Lydia teased. She was making Larissa shake her head.

"Okay… how about we feed the witch before she curses us with a horrible music number." You say, teasing Lydia.

Soon, the room was filled with a familiar silence. Only small conversations, powers, and planets were made. All of you avoided talking about work and family, which could be for another day. You enjoyed the night even though you passed out and realized you fell out of love with your boyfriend/girlfriend.

When it got late, Marilyn left first, saying her goodnights to the group; you left shortly after saying goodnight to Larissa and Lydia before heading to your dorm. You thought of Marilyn, wondering when you started feeling for her, shaking your head, and realizing Lydia would let you know when. She would have been the one to notice that.

Stopping as it dawned on you that this could have been a set-up by Larissa and Lydia. Mostly Lydia. She was not happy with most of your exes. You'd make sure to speak with her later. But right now, you want to get back to your dorm and sleep before making a phone call that no one likes making. The rest can wait. You entered your dorm room with mixed emotions, good and bad. It was knowing that this was the beginning of something new made you feel confident. You just hoped you could hold on to that confidence when the time came. Laying on your bed, you remember how it felt to be in Marilyn's arms and start to drift off for the final time that night.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Moist Corner saw me going feral over this dynamic yesterday but now I'm assigning it to Bailey and the orphan that paid off their debt but refuses to leave.

Because they're obsessed, of course.

He's intelligent. Charismatic. Pragmatic. Knows his limitations and how to use them to his advantage.

He's handsome. Takes care of himself, both his body and clothes perfectly alluring. Yet an air of danger hangs over him that commands respect.

And then there's you. The one who fell for the ruse, the one who thanked him every time he came for your debt money, the one who took care of little discrepancies within the orphanage before Bailey could even learn of them just to make his day easier.

The one who couldn't leave even when the front door was left wide open for you, the fresh air and new start beckoning so sweetly.

It's not your place though. Not out there. Not away from him, the benevolent ruler in a kingdom you called home.

So you'd begged. Gone to his office after just a week away and pleaded to work under him - whatever he needed. You'd do it all, so long as Bailey commanded it.

It's always "Sir." Never Bailey. Always showing your respect, always bowing your head when he walks into a room, always standing straight with your hands behind your back.

You're his... personal assistant? His gopher? His whatever he needs right now. His convenient little pawn. It's a position you take pride in, filling out your duties knowing that Bailey chooses them based on your skills and expects the very best results.

It's hard when he takes you out of the work place. Hard when he's at that smoking parlour, taking hit after hit and encouraging you to do the same. Your cheeks feel hot as you battle with yourself to keep up the proper image, to not let your obsession show.

Bailey just looks so good like this, his neat dark hair tussled, the top buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a toned chest adorned with tattoos. His eyes half-lided as a lazy smile graces his lips.

You're far more sober than him as you help him up to his apartment. Far more aware of how his body pressed against your own, how it sets you alight.

"Goodnight, Sir, I'll see you in the office," you nod your head once more as you go to leave, Bailey lounging on his couch.

The fingers gripping your hair stop any attempt to leave.

They pull you back, push you down as Bailey silently fumbles with his belt and pulls out his half-hard cock. It's beautiful to see, with the piercings running down the shaft reflecting the light from the lamp.

"You'll do everything I tell you?" It's muttered, almost as though Bailey doesn't care even though he's running the head across your lips.

"Yes..." You whisper, your breath and soft lips eliciting a shiver from your boss. Your ethereal, heavenly boss wrapped in the shroud of a devil.

He hums as his head falls back, eyes fluttering closed. "This job'll be a reoccurring one. I'm counting on you to get it done right."

You will. You'll never fail him - you couldn't even imagine it.

[shoto-chann]

The UA Easter Games

My Hero Academia

Description: At the request of the Class 1A and 1B girls, UA is hosting their first ever UA Easter Games. Everyone is so excited to participate and celebrate the day with their friends. Of course, what's a celebration without a little mischief?

*Contains mild swearing

Happy Easter, everyone!

"COME ONE, COME ALL! GET READY FOR A DAY YOU'LL NEVER FORGET!" Present Mic continued on his rant about how excited he was and how excited everyone else should be. As everyone gathered to the meeting site, Aizawa (forced by Present Mic and All Might) took over. "I'm sure you're all aware by now why you're here. A couple of students from 1A and 1B made a request a couple of months ago to hold an event for the school on this day. With the approval of Principal Nezu, the teachers are happy to announce that today marks the official UA Easter Games" Aizawa said with his usual monotone and unenthusiastic voice. Some of the students started clapping, others were whispering about the way Aizawa delivered the news that was supposed to be exciting, and some (*cough* bakugo *cough*) didn't care about the news at all. "The Games will hold three events, just like the sports festival. The first event will be a cook-off. The second event will be a fashion show. And the third will be an Easter egg hunt. The class with the most points by the end of the day wins" Aizawa was just about to walk away, but a student raised their hand. "Mr. Aizawa, how does the point system work for the Games?" The student asked. Aizawa looked over at the student and spoke up. "Seeing as how it's a team effort for entire classes, the teachers have a scoring system. A rating system from 1-10. Each event is worth 10 points, and based on how you and your class do during each event, you could earn 8 points, 9 points, or 10 points. Any scores that are a 7 or under is immediate disqualification."

Some of the students murmured to each other about the whole thing. Yaoyorozu spoke up next. "I see. So the lowest amount of points needed per round would be 8. But there would be other factors to consider for points besides winning, right?" "Correct. Besides completing the event, the teachers will watch out for three factors: communication, coordination, and completion. After scoring you on those categories, the teachers will average your scores, and whatever score you get will determine if your class passes or fails. As you mentioned earlier, Yaoyorozu, the lowest you can get is 8 points. That's the minimum you need to pass the event." Aizawa said. The students started talking about how excited they were to do this and win. "What are you all standing around for? The Games have already started" Aizawa said. And with that, every student rushed out to prepare for the first event.

The entire day was a huge blur of fun. The first event was a little rocky since everyone spent half the time trying to find stuff to make. It ended with more than half the school getting eliminated. Them came the second event: the fashion show. This one ran more smoothly and had the teachers choose the finalists carefully. Eventually, it all came down to two classes: class 1a and class 1b.

"Okay, our selected finalists are class 1a with 19 points and 1b with 18 points. Now on to the final event." Aizawa said. Both classes waited with anticipation for the last event, the one they were most excited for all day. "The teachers went ahead and hid Easter eggs all around UA. Your job is to try and collect the most for your class. Feel free to do whatever, but you're not allowed to physically hurt the other class in any way, or else your entire class is disqualified. Now get lost and have fun." And both classes zoomed off in search for the eggs.

*FIVE MINUTES LATER*

After a while of searching, Monoma and Tetsutetsu sat down. "This is so boring," Tetsutetsu said with a huff. "This stuff is for babies. I'm a man. Men don't go around searching for Easter eggs." "Oh, calm down, Tetsutetsu," Monoma said. "Although I agree that this is beneath us, it's important that we beat class 1a and prove that we're better than them." "And how do we do that?" "Easy. We take the eggs that they found." Tetsutetsu perked up. "But isn't that cheating?" Monoma chuckled. "Oh not at all, my friend. Mr. Aizawa said so himself. We're allowed to do whatever as long as we don't physically hurt anyone. All we'd be doing is crushing their spirits and making them see that we're the better class!" Monoma laughed. "So, Tetsu, you in?" "Hell yeah! Let's do it!"

The rest of the game, the duo took some eggs from class 1a without them noticing, and class 1b started to win. Now, they were hiding inside the dorm rooms, waiting for someone in class 1a to walk by so they could take more eggs. And as luck would have it, two members of class 1a walked in: Hunter and Ojiro. Both seemed to be chatting about something, but Monoma and Tetsutetsu couldn't tell what until the 1a boys sat down on the couch. "What do you think the prize will be?" Hunter asked. "Who knows? It could be a trip to the beach, a free movie night, no homework for a month" Ojiro said. "Nah, Mr. Aizawa isn't that generous." "Well, you never know, Hunter." The two continued to talk while the hiding 1b boys took their eggs from their Easter baskets. The 1a boys were oblivious to what was happening and continued talking. "You have any plans after this egg hunt is over, Oji?" "Not really. Why do you ask?" "I was thinking maybe we could hang out and play some games instead of having to stay in our rooms the rest of the day doing nothing." Ojiro thought about that for a moment. "That doesn't sound too bad. Would it be okay if I brought my own game?" "Of course, Ojiro. What's the game called?" Ojiro slightly smirked. "It's one I made up with Midoriya. It's called...TICKLE ATTACK!" Ojiro used his tail to quickly tickle Hunter's back. Hunter squealed and quickly caught Ojiro's tail. "Ohohojiroho!" Ojiro laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist the opportunity." Hunter playfully rolled his eyes. "Whahatever" Both 1a boys laughed. Just then, Hunter felt something was off. It was as if someone was watching them. Or rather, it was multiple someones.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop on others, you know" Hunter said as he quickly got up and grabbed Monoma and Tetsutetsu from behind the couch. Both 1b boys grunted as they landed on the couch. Ojiro jumped in surprise at this. "Monoma? Tetsutetsu?" "What are you two doing here?" The 1b boys looked at each other and exchanged a silent message. "We're just looking for Easter eggs" Monoma chuckled as he pulled out an egg that was in Ojiro's basket. "Hey, that looks like the egg I found" He said. Ojiro looked over behind the couch at the 1b boys' baskets. "They've been stealing our eggs!" Hunter looked over and saw that it was true. "That is messed up. Both of you are gonna give us and our friends the eggs that you stole" Hunter's demanded. Monoma laughed. "As if we'd do such a thing. This is a competition. We'd never give up the chance to win against your class and destroy you!" "I'm serious, Monoma. You have one chance to do it" Hunter said. "You can kiss my ass!" Monoma bit back. This time, Hunter and Ojiro exchanged glances and a silent conversation. They smirked and looked back at the 1b boys. "Well then, I guess we'll have to convince you to give them back."

With one fell swoop, Hunter and Ojiro pinned Monoma and Tetsutetsu to the ground and started tickling them. "Hahahahahaha! Stahahahap! Stahahap thihis!" Monoma laughed as Ojiro targeted his sides. Hunter went for Tetsutetsu's hips, making him squeal and wiggle like crazy. "STAHAHAP! IM SOHOHORRY!" "Damn. I'm barely touching you, and you're already begging for mercy. You must be one extremely ticklish baby" Hunter teased. "IM NOHOT A BAHAHAHABY! IM AHA MAHAHAHAN!" "Last I checked, men don't squeal and giggle like a toddler when they see the tickle monster" "DOHOHON'T SAHAY TIHIHIHIHICKLE!" "Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle" Tetsutetsu only laughed harder. "You must like being tickled if you're not activating your quirk" Hunter pointed out. Tetsutetsu tried to tell Hunter to shut up, but his words were replaced with cackles. Poor Monoma wasn't fairing any better. Ojiro was using his tail to lightly tickle his knees and used his hands to target his belly. "STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS HUHUHURTS!" Monoma lied. "You laughed when you get hurt? Strange" Ojiro responded as he tickled faster. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Then give us the eggs" "NEHEHEHEVER!" This went on for about ten minutes before Tetsutetsu caved in. "FIHIHIHINE! I GIHIHIVE UHUP! MEHEHEHERCY!" "You promise to give back the eggs?" Hunter asked, slowly dragging his nails across Tetsutetsu's abs. "YEHEHEHEHES!" "I don't believe you" Hunter started tickling Tetsutetsu mercilessly, aiming for his belly button and thighs. Tetsutetsu screamed and kicked and squirmed, trying to fight back on any way he could, but he felt trapped under Hunter's wiggling fingers that seemed to be all over his tickle spots at the same time. Ojiro picked up on what Hunter was doing and started tickling Monoma mercilessly, targeting his hips and feet. That barely lasted a few seconds before Monoma started begging. "WAHAHAHAIT! IM SOHOHORRY! I'LL GIHIHIHIVE THEHE EHEHEHEGGS BAHAHACK! JUHUST STAHAHAHAP! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! OHOHOJIRO!" Ojiro smirked and looked over at Hunter. "Should we show mercy?" "Yeah, we should. Any longer, and we might actually hurt them" Hunter said as they both stopped tickling the 1b boys. Monona and Tetsutetsu got time to catch their breaths after nearly 30 minutes of torture. Hunter and Ojiro stood over them and watched. "You two done giggling like four year olds yet?" Hunter teased. Monoma and Tetsutetsu just glared at him with a goofy grin on their faces. "As you agreed, you'll give us back all the eggs that you stole" Hunter said. "Plus some of your eggs just for making us go through all that trouble" Ojiro added. "So if you don't mind-"

Hunter was cut off by Tetsutetsu tackling him onto the couch. Ojiro tried to help Hunter, but fell to the ground cackling immediately when Monoma grabbed his tail and tickled it without any shred of mercy. Tetsutetsu dug his now cold metal fingers into Hunter's ribs, causing him to shriek and squirm violently. "WHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHELL?!" "Did you think we weren't gonna get our revenge?" Tetsutetsu asked as he tickled Hunter faster. Ojiro was rolling on the floor dying of laughter because of Monoma's relentless attack. "MOHOHONOMAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "I don't think so, tail boy. You made a fool out of us, so it's our turn to do the same to you" Monoma laughed evily as he continued to tickle the hell out of the tailed hero. And unlike the 1a boys who showed mercy, the 1b boys went for their worst spots instantly and never let up for a second. They had the 1a boys crying with laughter by the time they stopped tickling them. Before the 1a boys could recover, the 1b boys left with the eggs. Class 1b ended up winning the UA Easter Games and won a free paid vacation. Hunter and Ojiro ended up paying the price later for losing.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my first holiday tickle fic. I may end up posting a new fic before I post the requested demon slayer one I'm working on, but it's undecided. I'll keep you all updated on what happens.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

[secret-third-thing]

Woody Fragrance Recommendations

for @unlikelypersonalknight1 by @secret-third-thing

This was a lot of fun to put together! Let me know what you think and we can make adjustments based on your thoughts! Sorry I wrote a novel <3

If anyone else wants perfume recs, just give me a shout! Tagging @areyoudreaminof b/c you're my only other acotar perfume buddy <3

So the base I was given was Woody (or Pine-sol which in itself is a VERY unique scent). I took some big creative liberties and started us on some different brands that have different types of woody.

Some quick terminology (used mostly correctly-ish):

Fragrance - what I mean when I talk about cologne, perfume etc

(Scent) Family - You'll hear me refer to Woody as a scent family. This comprises of different notes (ex. cedar, pine, sandalwood)

Notes - in this case, I'm talking about specific scents. A fragrance may have Top notes (what you smell first) mid/heart notes ( what you smell mostly after an hour, and base notes (which really come into play after an hour or so. You can smell them all to a degree when you first spritz something, but the fragrance will evolve over time.

Brand No.1: Replica | Maison Margiela (also @ Sephora)

These scents were created to replicate/evoke memories of fairly universal experiences!

Autumn Vibes - Starts off with a burst of sweetness, but settles into a deep woody note. It's earthy and warm, like hugging a tree.

By the Fireplace - You're hit with smokey notes, and then it becomes a delicious spicy/sweet combo. The sweetness comes from the Vanilla, while the Cloves and Sweet pepper give you that burst of spicy. Real LoA vibes here.

Now it's a bit of choose your own adventure here. Both of these aren't woody, per se, but have woody or wood adjacent notes:

Aromatic, sweet , coffee shop vibes? -> Coffee Break

Leathery, sweet, and a little spicy -> Jazz Club

Brand No.2: Imaginary Authors

Literature inspired scents that are mysterious, broody, and truly unique.

Whispered Myths - This scent is considered sweet, woody and animalic, which is hard to describe other than fur, skin etc. (it's not that gross I promise!) There's also some distinct melon in there.

Cape Heartache - This may be the closest scent to what you requested! It has notes of pine and fir. The light, barely there sweetness comes from fruit (and you guessed it...vanilla).

Memoirs of a Trespasser - another sweet, woody scent, but more of a gourmand (i.e. it's that vanilla!!) If you liked By the fireplace but wanted something a little more sweet and less spicy, try this.

Brand No.3: Boy Smells (also @ Sephora)

A brand that puts a twist on traditional scents. These are VERY unusual and contain a lot of notes that you don't see in a lot of commercial fragrances.

Tantrum - this is woody and GREEN. There's a little bit of citrus in there, but I think the green pepper (aromatic note) really shines here. It's SO different than anything on this list

Hinoki Fantome - deep, woody, smoky, very, VERY earthy. This is what I'd consider a DRY wood. If you like Autumn vibes but wanted something deeper, this may hit the spot

Marble Fruit - If you want something way more floral and fruity but still with woody vibes upon dry down, this is a lovely scent. It also leans into aquatic (my fav). But this is definitely the LEAST woody scent on this list.

Brand No.4: The Harmonist

The love of my life probably. Perfumes based on alchemy. Unfortunately, a bottle is so obnoxiously expensive. Get the scent kit first.

Royal Earth - do you want something creamy, powdery, and woody? This combines everything great about traditional perfume with wood. But it's more floral than woody at first.

Magnetic Wood - this definitely starts out with a kick of citrus and floral but then dies dries down to a lovely sandalwood, cedar base!

Golden Wood - another more citrusy wood, but it leans more into fruity (imo) than the above.

Desired Earth - if you want something herby and fresh, but with some cedar vibes, this is for you. You may like this because it's got similar clean vibes as Pine-sol

Anyway, I hope this helped. I had SO much fun putting these together. It forced me to catalog my collection and revisit some favorites. If you find that you're changing your mind or want to try something else, please let me know. Happy fragrance hunting!

[atlasscrumpit]

I loved your recent Ghost from cod fic and was wondering if you’d write something about him like saving a civilian reader?

Ruins

Soap and Ghost were walking around a destroyed town when they heard a noise, like someone was walking.

They quickly froze and gazed past the broken buildings to see a girl walking around and placing flowers on the burnt remains of the people that lived here.

"It's alright, it's just a civilian." Ghost grumbled as Soap nodded.

They lowered their guns and cautiously approached as you looked up in shock, you dropped the flowers you were carrying and backed away.

"Hey, it's alright. We're not going to hurt you. We aren't apart of the group that did this." Soap reassured as you stared at them.

"We can get you somewhere safe, get you something to eat even." Ghost chimed in as you thought for a moment.

"No... No I can't, I know what you'll do to me." You whisper, not looking at them.

The two soldiers sighed sadly.

"We can promise that's not what we're doing. We can get you back to our base, contact some people and get you somewhere safe." Soap said as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"You swear on each other's lives you won't touch me?" You questioned as they looked say you sadly.

"I swear on Ghost's life. And he will swear on mine, probably a little too eagerly." He said making you chuckle softly.

"We have a car close, we can get you somewhere safe." Ghost said as you nodded and cautiously stepped forward and began to follow them out of the town ruins.

You stayed silent until you made it to the car, Ghost helped you get in the back seat and you finally relaxed.

When they were both in the car you wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Can you stay by my side? Soldiers scare me... I can't fight back." You muttered as Soap turned around and smiled.

"Don't worry, you can count us as your private guards." Soap replied making you chuckle softly.

"What's your name?" He asked before turning back around.

"I'm Y/N." You said as the two soldiers nodded.

"I'm Ghost, this is Soap." Ghost said as you nodded.

"Those are weird names." You said making them chuckle softly.

"Don't worry our parents didn't choose them, they're field names."

--

It took about two hours to get back, by the time they arrived you were fast asleep.

Soap went ahead to warn Price about what they'd found. Ghost opened the door and gently shook you awake, your eyes slowly opened.

"I should've just died with them..." You whispered, you couldn't tell because if his mask but his face had tensed up.

"I know this is going to be hard, Y/N. Everything is scary and unfamiliar right now, but I can promise you're in safe hands here." Ghost said as he held his hand out to you.

You smiled and took his hand, letting him help you out of the car.

“Let’s get you some clothes and food.” Ghost said as you began to walk, you noticed he didn’t let go of your hand while you walked.

“That sounds good.”

[findyourrp]

[M4F] ⚠️ESOTERIC STUFF AHEAD⚠️

... Let's try something different, shall we?

Aren't you tired of bland roleplays that only consist of one liners? Or extensive paragraphs of nothing filled with endless descriptions as if it was a school book? Do you want to play a real story and not just two characters fricking each other but also develop an interesting relationship? If so, you're in luck!

Why choosing between a plot-based rp and a smut-based one when it can have plenty of both?

Creative spurts come out of nowhere, and apparently the one I had came in the form of a longing for a literate roleplay with ample room for character interaction, dialogue and often some buildup before things go lewd. That kind of story that makes you invested in fictional characters, and constantly makes you want to see where the story will go. Those fascinating tales that back then always filled my head of daydreams and characters... Years of d&d tend to have this effect ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

if you get what I'm talking about, you'll be a perfect partner!

Enemies to lovers, an unlikely friendship, rivals... Every kind of character dynamic is accepted no matte how tropey. As long as it'll make for an engaging story, I'll call that a wonderful experience! After all, geeking about shared interests is half the fun ^^

As for the spicy stuff, when I said esoteric, I really meant it, as there are so many ideas that it's different to list them all... Plus hypnosis, for which I'm paritucularly fond of. So, if you're willing to play a witch, succubus, spirit, human, thief, kitsune or any character in posses of entrancing abilities of any kind, or simply a seduction so strong to render one helpless, consider this offer! A myriad of methods are allowed, from an intoxicating perfume, the use of voice and whispers to soothe and subdue the mind, a magic kiss that drains energy, a hypnotic powder blown in the face... Your imagination is the only limit!

Apart from that, if you want an even weirder one, long hair have always been a fascination for me: the best example I can come up with would have the use of long, silken tresses being elegantly tossed someone's face, smothering it with their silken locks and perfume... or even use it as a whip to constantly slap it and alternate between pleasure and pain, if you're more on the sadistic side. Tying it in a braid or a ponytail in order to use it as a pendulum or the aforementioned whip would be equally interesting

I told you it would have been odd :)

That said, I have a LOT of other kinks that can complement those mentioned or simply offer an alternative if nothing of what I've said picks your interest. Plus, there's an ample selection of characters that I'm available to play, each with their respective info sheet containing backstory, personality and whatnot. So, for a complete picture of all the possibilities, feel free to ask!

⚠️ One last thing that might be important to know is that I'm TERRIBLE at playing dominant roles, even though by now you probably already got that

What else to say? If you too want a story to remember, and want to venture in a world of narrative, intrigue and that sweet, sweet sexual tension, hit either the chat or pms~✨

"𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝..."

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[linuxgamenews]

Blizzard & Valve's Team-Up: Play Diablo IV on Steam Deck

Diablo IV action RPG adventure game launches and is Verified for Steam Deck and playable on Linux via Windows PC. Valve and Blizzard Entertainment have teamed up for something exciting. Available now on Steam with solid Deck reviews. Alright, so you've probably heard Diablo IV was due to launch Steam, Verified. It's also the latest entry in the Diablo series and has garnered a lot of attention. In fact, it’s broken some records, becoming the fastest-selling title from Blizzard, both for those playing on consoles and on their PCs. Since the Diablo IV early release on June 1, players around the world have spent a combined 93 million hours in its universe. Being immersed in this world non-stop since ancient civilizations began! Now it's playable on Linux and Steam Deck via Proton. According to the reviews, it runs flawlessly on the Deck. Now, let's dive into the world of Sanctuary, where Diablo IV takes place. The setting is 50 years after the events of its predecessor, Diablo III: Reaper of Souls. So the story unfolds, as Lilith, known as the Daughter of Hatred, is summoned back to Sanctuary. And, as you might guess, that's not good. Sanctuary now faces a new horde of nightmarish creatures, therefore it's up to the heroes to restore order. You can choose how your hero will evolve and shape their abilities. While building our your character to deal with the creatures you'll face. Want to throw ice? Command the undead? Transform into a beast? It's all possible. Diablo IV offers five different classes you can explore: the Druids who can shapeshift, and Rogues known for their speed. While Sorcerers who control elements, powerful Barbarians, and mysterious Necromancers.

Diablo IV | Story Launch Trailer

Sanctuary itself is vast. So you can venture across five unique regions, each with its own feel and set of challenges. Beyond that, there are over 120 dark dungeons, many side tasks, and powerful bosses that dominate the landscape. You're not on a set path, either. The game lets youexplore, enhance your abilities, and decide how you want to face challenges. Once you feel like you've seen the main Diablo IV story through, don't hang up your gear yet. There's more awaiting adventurers. Delve into activities like the intense Helltide or tackle the daunting Nightmare Dungeons. Seek out the Whispers of the Dead for coveted rewards, or head to the Fields of Hatred where you can challenge other heroes and build your reputation. And don't worry, there's always more content on the horizon with regular updates introducing new features, characters, and treasures. While many purchased Diablo IV primarily because of its compatibility with the Steam Deck. They appreciated the significant updates that came with the Steam launch, including improved gameplay features and the game developers' renewed commitment to enhancing the game. The game now runs seamlessly on the Steam Deck with stable performance. While there were concerns about microtransactions and the game's high cost, the recent changes mark a positive direction for the game's development. Diablo IV is an expansive universe, brimming with opportunities to explore, grow, and battle alongside friends. Both Linux and Steam Deck players can now play, thanks to the title being Verified. Available now on Steam priced at $52.49 USD / £44.99 / 52,49€ including the 25% launch discount for the base game. The prices are the same on Blizzards website, should you prefer to use Lutris.

[stillyour-sweetheart]

going to the wedding I was supposed to go with you to tomorrow

I feel so embarrassed for some reason? to not bring a plus one?

even though my friends are going to be there at the wedding too, why do I feel so... dumb? we were supposed to match somehow... in sage green, since that's the dress I ended up choosing. Now you'll never know what it looks like.

it makes me so sad to think that if we were still together you would be driving me bc my dress is kinda constricting. I'd be introducing you to my dental school friends and we'd all get along bc you're easy to get along with and my friends are friendly yet all have common sense. You would've gotten along with Brady the best because you guys would've both talked about sports and you deemed him as the 'chillest' based on my stories. You were kinda hesitant about Kevin just because you thought he sounded kinda sketch (he's not), but you two would get along. Kevin is a good talker and I think he'd really try to extend himself bc he knows you're important to me. You'd see that. You'd reciprocate. We'd be with Kaylee mostly and she'd just be laughing like she always is. You'd meet Andrew oppa and his wife. I think they'd think you and I are cute together. I think they'd look at us fondly. they'd think you're reliable and sturdy, while I bring the light and fun. they'd think we're a good match, kinda like them. You don't know Lucian, but he's the groom and you'd like his mustache, I know it.

we'd take photos, our first all dressed up! and we'd probably sit there silently thinking about how funny and strange it is to be at our first wedding together. thinking about ours - which we did often and talked about almost on a weekly basis. you'd probably make some sort of joke like you always do and whisper in my ear, 'we're next!' you may have even said nothing and just winked at me. you used to do that a lot when you knew I knew what you were thinking. I'd usually roll my eyes and look away, but I'd be blushing to be honest. you were always so confident we'd get to that point. you always said you'd marry me.

I'd tell you whether or not I liked the bride's dress and we'd eat all that was available. You'd ask me if I'm okay in my heels (you're quite attentive) and I'd say I'm fine but would still take your hand just bc I want to. your hands would be sweaty tho, not because of the weather but bc that's what would happen whenever I held them. one time I asked you 'why are your hands always so sweaty!' and you looked at me and said, 'do you really not know????' I paused. we laughed and I hugged you. that made me smile. it still does to be honest.

I think my dental school friends would've found it interesting to watch me lean on someone for once. not be in scrubs, not have my hair tied back the way I do when I work in clinic. to be dependent on someone. to be dependent on you.

I like to think they would've been happy for me.