#EC Land

[sandythereadingcafe]

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TOUCHING DIABLO (Satan's Keepers MC 8) by EC Land at The Reading Cafe:

'The premise is captivating, engaging and interesting'

[spotaus]

Thinking I might redesign and/or finally design a smarter base for ec-4o!Dust. Because a farm-house is funny, but doesn't make much sense anymore.

So, I think it's smarter to have an old government base as his location. It'd have good space for storage when Blue eventually comes along, a bunch of old firearms for Dust's obsession, and would be a safe and defensible location as long as Dust's Paps keeps an eye out for intruders. It makes sense for a lot of plot points too, and adds an extra symbolic layer?

Like, Dust being there, he wasn't familiar with the government so he just clears out and burns whatever is left in the "office space" so he can make it into a house. He patrols the other two or three buildings every once in a while, but for some reason he doesn't know, folks avoid the place like the plague. He lives the solitary life he wanted.

Then Blue shows up, and he lets him and Rust share the space with him, for supplies and money in turn. Society is rebuilding, and Dust is gonna need to catch up. Blue has no clue why it's intimidating for his shop to be set up in an old government lab. He's unaware of the implications, but he's such a friendly guy that customers eventually warm up to him. The scariness of the government is lessened, because the old government that destroyed the country is gone, and now there's a kind soul helping others in its place. Rebuilding trust and comradery unknowingly.

And later on when other characters interact with the space, it gets Life in a way it never had. When Ink gets his hands on it and paints murals on the walls of the workshop in vibrant colors. Saejun is my favorite, because when he moves in, the other extra workshop is transformed into a garden, a green-house. He does hydroponics and breathes life slowly but surely back into the dead dirt, flowers cracking through the concrete style. It's a bright green spot that branches out in all directions like veins. Plants grow up the sides of the office, and harmless nature-creatures reside there.

When Cross, and Error, and Night and Dream find this place, when they're repaired, it has very little life. They're afraid of the war just as the organics are. Will it happen again? Are these people tampering with our codes? But no. They get to see this place turn into a home. Shelter others. Recreate lost things from scratch. It's a paradise they never got to see in their lifetimes. It was never in their calculations.

And then when Geno and Reaper show up. Geno, a guy who'd been stripped of his whole life, forced to start and finish a war that took millions of lives. The answers he seeks are all in an old government building, a place that ruined his life. He swore he'd see things to the end, though, so he approaches it expecting the worst. And instead of government officials that somehow escaped his vengeful wrath, he finds a ragtag group of monsters and robots, who are living peacefully in the location. Some of them resent him for what he did, but others accept him with open arms. He's not sure how to react for a long time. The belief that something good prospered through the war us unthinkable.

Then Reaper. He's under the belief that tech is his enemy. He was raised to resent the robots, even before the war. The war only proved his family right. And so seeing this place, with robots living freely? It made him furious. He'd been stripped of his weapons after attempting an attack, though, so he had to bide his time. And yet, the longer he stayed, the more he heard of each robot's story. How they were manipulated, and had their very essence altered. Their bodies and functions forced to do something they never wanted to. That struck a bit closer to home. But it was Saejun and Axe that really hit hard for him. Axe was raised in a Cult. That was what he'd called it. One that made him believe things that harmed him. One that forced him to do things against his will. For everyone else this was a place of relaxation, but for Axe it was a place of healing. And Reaper realized, begrudgingly, that Axe's story felt a lot like his own. And maybe, just maybe, he might've been in the wrong.

And idk this place that once brought so much fear, a place where robots were customized for a horrible war? One that Dust barely survived, one that Blue was too young to remember, one that everyone either participated in or was forced to live through? The place that started it all heals the damage done by it. Smth smth story symbolism?

Oh, one last thing: Lust's recovery was initially meant to be in a hidden room of the farm-house, but now I'm thinking there was a scrap room in the warehouses that no one ever got to, and Lust was put in there because his model was just too impractical for the remodeling for war-machines. There's a lot in that room like him, but he's the only one with his files still in his ecto. So, his experience with this place is jarring too. Last he remembered, he was being ushered into a building with other ectos, and they were being scrapped. Now he wakes up in the same location, but none of that horror is to be seen, instead replaced with a bright workshop and even brighter eyes looking him over worriedly. He was freed from his programming constraints while Blue worked on him, so he has to learn to be an actual person, and this place he was sent to to become a pile of scraps became his first real home.

[fan-of-the-cave-bear]

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[thatweirdtranny]

you know? it’s really fucking wild that my actual opinions about israel/palestine — not the opinions people assume i have based off bad faith interpretations of my posts or what others have said my opinions are — are so fucking controversial???

my opinions:

a permanent ceasefire that everyone involved will adhere to needs to happen, and this ceasefire needs to at the very least include bringing the hostages home and allowing distribution of aid to palestinians

on that note, aid needs to be given to palestinian civilians in a manner that ensures they will actually receive it

netanyahu needs to go (not controversial but it needs to be said)

hamas needs to go (somehow this is a controversial statement?????)

tokenizing jews who agree with you while demonizing the other 80+ percent of jews is bad

palestinians and israelis are both entitled to this region of land and ideally a 2-state solution should be the goal, but any solution that a) respects the humanity and safety of both jews and palestinians, and b) is based in reality, is acceptable

the land of israel is the homeland of both jews and palestinians and both deserve to live there in peace

jews and palestinians deserve to safely visit their holiest places

people in general deserve not to suffer through wars, and i’d personally love if the next ceasefire doesn’t get broken and if this cycle of violence could be broken

the antizionist movement has a problem with antisemitism

there is an extreme amount of misinformation surrounding this conflict that gets spread widely without any consideration or scrutiny

oct 7 was a heinous and disgusting act of evil, and anyone justifying it as an act of resistance needs to understand that most jews are terrified of you and rightly so

NOT my opinions:

palestinian children deserve to die

palestinians don’t deserve a state

islamophobia is okay

anti-arab sentiment is okay

anything that could be described as kahanism

antizionist jews deserve to be targets of antisemitism

anyways!! i am once again begging people to support solidarity organizations that promote peace between israelis and palestinians like: standing together, allmep, eco peace, etc

[mariacallous]

For the first time since World War II, one of Prague’s most historic synagogues has held a Jewish worship service.

Kol Nidre, the introductory service of Yom Kippur, took place in the Klausen Synagogue on Friday night, ending a hiatus that lasted more than 80 years and encompassed both the murder and suppression of Czech Jewry.

Originally erected in 1573 and rebuilt after a fire in 1694, the Klausen Synagogue is the largest synagogue in Prague’s Jewish Quarter and once served as a central hub of Jewish life. It’s known as the home of several prominent rabbis and thinkers, from Judah Loew — a 16th-century Talmudic scholar also known as the Maharal of Prague — to Baruch Jeitteles, a scholar associated with the Jewish Enlightenment movement of the 18th and 19th centuries.

But for more than 80 years after the Holocaust decimated Czech Jews, the Klausen Synagogue held no services.

That was until Friday evening, when about 200 people poured in for a service led by Rabbi David Maxa, who represents Czechia’s community of Progressive or Reform Jews. That community was joined by guests and Jewish tourists from around the world for Yom Kippur, according to Maxa. He saw the moment as a sign of Jewish life resurging in Prague.

“It’s quite remarkable that there is a Yom Kippur service in five historic synagogues in Prague,” Maxa told the Jewish Telegraphic Agency.

Under German occupation in World War II, the Klausen Synagogue was used as a storage facility. Although the Nazis and their collaborators killed about 263,000 Jews who lived in the former Czechoslovak Republic, they took an interest in collecting Jewish art and artifacts that they deemed valuable enough to preserve. The Jewish Museum in Prague was allowed to continue storing those objects, and the synagogue became part of the museum’s depository.

After the war, there were not enough survivors to refill services in the synagogues of Prague. The country became a Soviet satellite in 1948, starting a long era in which Jews were often persecuted and surveilled for following any religious practices. The last Soviet census of 1989 registered only 2,700 Jews living in Czech lands.

“During Communist times, it was very difficult to relate to Jewish identity,” said Maxa. “People who visited any kind of synagogue were followed by the secret police, and only after the Velvet Revolution in 1989 did it become possible for people to visit synagogues without the feeling of being followed and put on a list.”

After the end of communism, some synagogues returned to use by the few Jews who still identified as such. Two of the six synagogues that still stand in the Jewish Quarter now are in regular use as houses of worship.

But the Klausen Synagogue, which was added to the UNESCO World Heritage list in 1982, remained part of the Jewish Museum, hosting exhibitions about Jewish festivals, early Hebrew manuscripts and Jewish customs and traditions.

Museum director Pavla Niklová said returning the synagogue to use for Yom Kippur happened almost by accident. Maxa was asking if she knew about a space large enough to host his growing congregation, Ec Chajim, for the holiest day in the Jewish calendar — its own space, which opened four years ago about a 20-minute walk away, could not accommodate the crowds expected for Yom Kippur.

Since the museum had just taken down its exhibition in the Klausen Synagogue after 28 years, she had an answer. The clean, empty space was ready to be refilled with Jewish life.

Visiting the synagogue just before Yom Kippur, Niklová said she was awed to see the building returned to its original purpose. She hopes that it will continue to be used for large services.

“I felt like the synagogue started breathing again,” she told JTA. “I believe it was a good move to take down the old exhibit, and now we can start anew.”

For many in Prague’s Jewish community, which is largely secular, Yom Kippur is the single most important service of the year. Even Jewish families that suppressed religious practices under Communism often passed on the memory of Yom Kippur, said Maxa.

Maxa founded Prague’s Progressive Jewish community in 2019, responding to a growing number of people who sought to explore their Jewish roots. The community currently has 200 members and adds about five more every month.

“Often, I meet people who simply want to learn about the culture, tradition and religion of their grandparents,” said Maxa. “They say, my grandmother and grandfather were Shoah survivors — can I come and learn more about Judaism? We offer a wide range of activities, including of course regular services, but also educational courses to help these people reconnect with the tradition.”

Maxa, who himself grew up in Prague with little connection to his Jewish roots, wants to revive some of the rituals that threaded through Prague’s pre-war Jewish world — including a tradition of organ accompaniment in the city’s synagogues. On Friday, Jewish organist Ralph Selig performed during his service.

Like many of his congregants, Maxa’s family history intertwines with the losses of the last century. His father came from Prague and survived the Holocaust. He does not know if his father visited the Klausen Synagogue, but he knows it was a familiar part of his world.

“It means a lot for me that the tradition was not exterminated, and that this is coming back, even to a place where no services were held since World War II,” he said.

[novaursa]

Bloodline

- Summary: Gods see fit that they show once again their favor for his line.

- Paring: cousin!reader/Maegor I Targaryen

- Note: This is a continuation of Fire and Blood.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Previous part: fire's legacy

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The day was still young, the sky outside now fully constructed Red Keep painted with soft hues of pink and orange as the sun began to rise higher over King’s Landing. You were in your chambers, surrounded by your handmaidens, preparing for the day ahead, when the sudden, piercing sound of a child’s scream reached your ears.

It was unmistakable.

Your heart clenched, and you froze for a moment, the blood draining from your face.

“The twins!” you gasped, already moving toward the door.

At the same time, across the castle, Maegor had been on his way to you, flanked by two of his Kingsguard. He had been intent on discussing the next steps in securing the realm for his new dynasty, but all thoughts vanished when he, too, heard the screams—his children’s screams. His face darkened with sudden concern, and without a word to the knights, he broke into a run, moving through the halls like a storm, the Kingsguard struggling to keep pace behind him.

Maegor’s mind raced as he neared the nursery, where his children were always closely watched. No one would dare harm his heirs. No one. His blood boiled at the thought that something might be wrong. As he reached the door, he threw it open with a force that made the wood crack against the stone wall.

What greeted him was not at all what he expected.

There, in the center of the room, his son and daughter sat on the floor, their eyes wide with awe. Surrounding them, amidst the remnants of the still-smoking eggs, were two small dragons, their scales glistening with the wet sheen of their first moments outside the shells. The creatures cooed and chirped, wings trembling as they tried to steady themselves.

Baelon, his son, was staring wide-eyed at the small, sleek black dragon that had wrapped itself around his arm, its molten-gold eyes blinking curiously up at him. He looked from the dragon to Maegor with a mixture of surprise and excitement, his tiny hand resting on the dragon’s head as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

Rhaelys, your daughter, was sitting calmly as well, her violet eyes fixed on the dragon that had curled into her lap—a stunning creature with shimmering pale blue and silver scales, its wings twitching as it snuggled closer to her warmth. She, too, looked at Maegor as if asking him what it all meant, but there was no fear in her expression, only fascination.

In that instant, Maegor’s breath caught in his throat. His eyes, usually so hard and impenetrable, softened for just a moment as he took in the sight before him. His children—his strong, Targaryen-born heirs—had their dragons.

He could hardly believe it. He had always expected their eggs to hatch one day, but to witness it now, in such a way… It stirred something deep within him, something primal and proud. His blood, his legacy, was secured in more ways than one.

Before he could step further into the room, you arrived, your face pale with concern. “What’s happened?” you demanded breathlessly, your handmaidens hurrying behind you. Your eyes scanned the room in a panic until they landed on your children and the small dragons now nestled at their sides.

You stopped, stunned.

The fear that had seized your heart began to melt away as you slowly approached them. You fell to your knees beside your daughter, your hand trembling as you touched the soft scales of the newborn dragon in her lap. The creature made a soft, crooning noise, almost as if it recognized you.

“Rhaelys…” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. Your daughter smiled up at you, delighted by the little creature she now claimed as her own.

Maegor watched you, a quiet satisfaction growing in his chest as he saw your reaction. He stepped closer, his heavy boots echoing off the stone floor, but the dragons did not flinch. They were of his blood, and they would know it.

“They have bonded,” Maegor said, his voice low and filled with awe.

You looked up at him, still processing what had happened. “So soon?” you breathed, amazed.

“A sign,” Maegor murmured, his lips curving into a rare smile, his eyes glinting with fierce pride. “The gods themselves smile on their birth. On our children.”

You turned back to the twins, who were both already running their small hands over the scales of their new companions, the dragons cooing and nipping affectionately at their fingers. The sight filled you with wonder, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest, knowing that your children were truly Targaryens in every sense.

“What shall we call them?” Baelon asked suddenly, looking up at his father with wide, eager eyes.

Maegor knelt beside him, placing a firm hand on his son’s shoulder. He glanced at the black dragon, a creature with sleek, obsidian scales and molten-gold eyes, and nodded approvingly.

“We shall call him Valyrax,” Maegor declared. “A name worthy of a dragon that will one day burn for our house.”

Baelon grinned proudly, holding his dragon closer. Rhaelys, too, turned to you, her soft silver hair falling over her shoulders as she gazed down at the pale blue dragon in her lap. You smiled softly at her and touched her cheek.

“What name do you think would suit her, sweetling?” you asked gently.

Rhaelys thought for a moment before whispering, “Vesperys.”

You and Maegor exchanged a glance, and he gave a small nod of approval. “Vesperys,” you repeated, testing the name on your tongue. It felt right.

The nursery was quiet for a moment, save for the sounds of the dragons’ soft chirping and the rustling of their wings. You could feel Maegor’s presence beside you, solid and unyielding, but in that moment, there was something different. Something that felt like hope—a future where your children, and their dragons, would shape the realm in ways none could foresee.

Maegor stood, his eyes hardening as he turned back to the door. “Summon the lords,” he commanded the Kingsguard who had followed him. “They must know my heirs have bonded with their dragons.”

As the knights hurried to obey, you looked up at him, your heart swelling with pride. Maegor, the fierce conqueror, the unyielding king, was not just the ruler of Westeros. He was the father of dragons, and with these two children, the legacy of fire and blood would burn even brighter.

You reached out to him, taking his hand, and together, you stood over your children, watching as they held their dragons close.

The Great Hall of the Red Keep was resplendent that evening, decorated with black banners embroidered with the three-headed dragon of House Targaryen. Long tables groaned under the weight of the finest foods the realm could offer—roasted meats, spiced wine, exotic fruits from Essos—all arranged in lavish abundance. Servants moved swiftly between the courtiers, filling goblets and refilling platters as the guests indulged in the extravagant feast Maegor had ordered in honor of his heirs.

It was a night meant to mark the strength of his bloodline, the promise of House Targaryen’s continued rule. And everyone knew it.

You sat beside Maegor at the head of the table, your eyes drifting across the hall. The atmosphere was alive with nervous energy, the lords and ladies present offering carefully crafted smiles, their gazes occasionally darting toward your children, the twins who had just days ago bonded with their dragons. Baelon and Rhaelys were seated at a smaller table nearby, but it was clear that their attention was elsewhere.

They were swarming Visenya.

It was the first time you had seen your aunt in such a light. Normally, Visenya's presence loomed over the court like a shadow, sharp and cold, as if she were a dragon herself—always calculating, always watching, as though the weight of the realm rested upon her shoulders. But tonight, as Baelon tugged at her hand and Rhaelys leaned against her arm, she looked... content.

The twins, unaware of the usual formality expected of them, had attached themselves to their grandmother with the innocence only children could possess. They climbed into her lap, chattering away, their voices high and eager as they told her stories about their dragons and all the grand adventures they imagined. Valyrax and Vesperys, their newborn dragons, were back in their pens, but in the minds of Baelon and Rhaelys, their presence was always with them.

Visenya, for once, didn’t brush them aside or maintain her distant, stoic composure. Instead, she smiled—a rare and gentle expression that softened her usually hard features. She listened with surprising patience as Baelon gestured wildly with his little hands, recounting how he had "commanded" Valyrax to breathe fire (though it was merely a puff of smoke), and Rhaelys added her own embellishments about Vesperys’s growing wingspan.

You watched, captivated. You had never seen her like this. For all the strength and severity Visenya projected, there was something in her gaze now that spoke of a deep and hidden well of tenderness—something you never expected to see from her, least of all toward your children.

"They adore her," you murmured, half to yourself.

Maegor, seated beside you, followed your gaze toward his mother and his children. His face remained impassive, though there was a slight lift to his brow, a hint of curiosity. Visenya had always been a formidable force in his life, a woman of steel who had shaped much of who he was. To see her in this softer light was unusual, even for him.

"She raised me," Maegor said, his tone low, "but I was not like them."

You glanced at him, the hard edge to his voice reminding you of the distance between him and the rest of the world, even his own mother. He had been raised in war and bloodshed, forged into the man he was by Visenya’s relentless drive. But Baelon and Rhaelys… they were different. They had brought out something unexpected in her.

For a moment, you wondered what Visenya might have been like if she had been allowed to nurture rather than conquer, if she had been given the chance to be a mother without the weight of a crown pressing down upon her. But tonight, that distant past didn’t matter. What mattered was the sight before you now: Visenya, a dragon in her own right, being drawn into a simple, familial warmth by your children.

A small smile tugged at your lips as you watched Rhaelys tug at one of Visenya’s braids, giggling when she leaned in to whisper something conspiratorial in her grandmother’s ear. Visenya nodded, her expression softening even more, as though she had been momentarily swept away from the iron burden of rule and was simply… a grandmother.

Your gaze returned to the hall. The lords and ladies, though engaged in conversation, couldn’t help but glance at the scene as well, their whispers full of speculation. What did it mean, to see Visenya so at ease with the twins? What future did it promise for House Targaryen?

Maegor raised his goblet, the movement sharp and commanding. The hall fell silent almost instantly as every eye turned to him, waiting for his words.

“To the future of House Targaryen,” Maegor’s voice boomed across the hall, his tone leaving no room for uncertainty. “To my heirs, Baelon and Rhaelys, whose dragons will carry our bloodline into an era of unmatched strength.”

The gathered lords and ladies raised their own goblets in response, though you could see the hesitation in some of their eyes. Maegor had always ruled through fear as much as through power, and tonight was no exception. But no one would dare defy him. Not here. Not now.

You lifted your own goblet, though your eyes remained on your children. Baelon and Rhaelys had paused their chatter to look toward their father, their wide eyes taking in the grandeur of the moment. They were still so young, so unaware of the burdens that awaited them, but tonight, they were celebrated as the future of your house.

As the hall echoed with the sound of toasts and the soft clinking of goblets, you glanced back at Visenya. She met your eyes for a moment, and in that brief exchange, you saw something in her gaze that you hadn’t expected: approval. Not just of the twins, but of you. It was as though, in this moment, Visenya acknowledged the strength you had brought to her son’s legacy, the role you had played in securing the future of their bloodline.

For the first time, you felt a strange sense of kinship with her—a bond forged not by battle, but by family.

As the night wore on, the feast continued in all its splendor. The twins eventually tired themselves out and were led away by their handmaids, but not before giving Visenya a kiss on the cheek, a gesture that left a rare, fleeting smile on her face.

You sat back, feeling the weight of the evening slowly ease from your shoulders. For all the dangers that lurked in Maegor’s reign, for all the enemies that still whispered in the shadows, tonight had been a victory. Not just for him, but for all of you.

And as Maegor’s hand rested on yours under the table, you allowed yourself to hope—for the future of your children, for the future of your house, and for the quiet moments of peace you could find within the storm.

[slushycoookie]

Between Two Worlds ~ Miguel O'Hara x Stripper! Reader (Pt.5)

★ Word Count: 3.9k

★ Content: Miguel is so smitten, it's serious. You two also go on a few more dates. The topic of the nature of your relationship comes up. Dana appears...again...

★ A/N: Hey, hey sorry this chapter took so long to come out. And is short! But I wanted to make sure I put this out before I start Kinktober. So enjoy!

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Miguel couldn’t stop thinking about the date last night.

Even as he mindlessly scanned the row of paint cans, looking at his phone for the exact color his mother wanted. Eggshell white and Bahama blue. Yet, he was seeing none of those colors.

It didn't help that his mind kept lingering on you. Reminding himself about how pretty you looked last night. Your beautiful body hugging that dress. How soft you were when you kissed, taking in your full lips to sear it into his memory. It took Miguel almost a hour to convince himself to remove the trace of lipstick from his lips when he settled down last night.

He missed you. He wanted to see you again.

It was clear you did too when you sent him a voice message this morning, saying those words after the usual good morning. Your voice low as if you just woke up, but still sounding just as beautiful.

Miguel needed to focus. His mother wouldn't tolerate him messing around in the store, especially since the exact colors he was looking for were in front of his face the whole time.

He couldn't help but be grateful to his mother for giving him something to do. Otherwise, Miguel would be lying in bed thinking about you all day. He needed you to occupy his space day and night. Be close to you. Touch you.

It gets so bad he wonders what it would be like if you helped him shop.

Would you be able to tell the difference between the paint colors his mom wanted? Would you start looking at colors yourself to prepare for your house? Miguel would be on board to help you, making sure you don’t carry anything heavy. He didn’t want your nails to break. He’s sure you’d wear something on the verge of cute and comfortable during the shopping trip. And he’d try not to stare while he was picking out paintbrushes.

Miguel had to do another date with you soon, or else he’d do something drastic.

He dropped off the materials his mother needed, not wanting to be there longer than he had to. Miguel didn’t want to get into the reason why she was fixing up the house. He caulked it up as her wanting not to mourn for her abusive husband.

Conchata checked off the list as Miguel brought the items inside the house. He wasn’t listening when his phone vibrated. He wondered if it was you. He hoped it was you.

“What's going on with you?”

He freezes when placing the paint cans by the wall in the house.

“What? Nothing.”

“I could've sworn I saw you walk faster.”

“No, I didn't.” Miguel glances at all the materials, paint, caulk to patch up the walls, some roller brushes, etc. Enough to start the home improvement process. “Do you have everything you need?”

“I think so.”

His eyes land on the tarp on the floor, “You’re not planning to do all of this by yourself, right?”

“I’m not. I hired some people to do it for me. All I have to do is push them around.”

Miguel tries not to shake his head when she holds up swatches along the wall. “Call me if you need anything else.”

He gave her a gentle kiss against her head before taking his leave. When he did so, he checked his phone and felt disappointed when it was just a notification reminding him of the time he went to the museum with Dana. The picture showed both of them at a high-end event, with neutral smiles and dressed up.

When he dated Dana, there was a vast difference between you and her.

Although the incident with her wasn't fresh in his mind anymore, he still remembered what it was like being with her. When they were engaged, everything was relaxed and quiet despite them taking the next steps in their lives.

You were the opposite.

Not chaotic, but ecstatic about the newfound relationship status.

You'd send him messages while Miguel was at work, telling him to have a good day with a swarm of emojis. You'd send him more voice messages, which're filled with various topics. About your own day, what you saw while browsing social media, and he'd listen. You reciprocated too when inviting him to talk about his interests and his day.

Dana hardly did any of that. She'd settle on a good morning before not getting into much detail about her day. Almost bored about the topic. Her eyes were on the verge of disinterest whenever Miguel had a chance to talk about himself.

Then there were the dates.

Dana was more fond of high-end luxuries like five-star restaurants, museums, and theaters. The more expensive, the better. Miguel didn’t have problems with it; he was known to indulge in those pleasantries from time to time. But with you, it was the opposite.

The two of you went to the mall.

You insisted that hanging out for a few hours and window shop would be fun. Miguel figured you'd want to go into one of the luxury stores to browse. Only for you to hardly go into any of them.

He watches you point at a cute handbag on display or dazzling shoes that would fit with your aesthetic at the club. So imagine his surprise when you walk away to look at something else instead of buying it.

“I thought you liked it.”

“I do…” Your eyes skim across more pretty shoes, “But I don't need them.”

“You want them though.” You shrug, and he steps into your line of sight. “I can buy them for you.”

“No, don't do that. I'm good.”

You try to get out of the shoe aisle, but Miguel blocks your path. “I want to. I'm your boyfriend. I want to give you nice things.”

“Did you not see the price tag?” You return to the shoes and pick them up, the price of almost two hundred dollars. “I've rarely bought shoes for that price.”

“I got it.” Miguel takes the shoes, but you hold them close to your chest.

“Hold up. If you buy something for me, I'll buy something for you.”

“I don't need anything.” He tries to take your shoes again, but you turn away.

“You don't have to need anything. But if there's something you want, I'll get it.”

“No, really I'm good-”

“I'm not taking no for an answer, baby.”

Miguel sucks his teeth before agreeing with your proposal. You squeal, more excited to continue your trek around the mall, your new goal being to buy him something he wants.

Dana hardly offered to buy him anything the whole time they were together. She did go out of her away to buy him things, mainly chains or designer watches, but that's for his birthday or Christmas. Not during a random day of the week.

You pointed out multiple stores that fits Miguel’s aesthetic. He decided to go into one that had button down shirts he liked to wear for work. As he browsed through the shirt racks, eyes were on him. Yours were following his movements, ready to grab a shirt that caught his eye.

“How's this?” Miguel holds up a powder blue shirt and you inspect it.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, let's get it!”

He can finally relax when satisfying you with his choice, but you notice the tag. “Wait, it's only thirty bucks.”

Miguel also glances at it, “Oh, is that too much? I can get something else-”

“Miguel.” You give him a look, “First off, don't insult me like that again. Secondly, you just spent two hundred dollars on me, which is not the same.”

“Oh.” He looks at the shirt and then back at you. “So, I can get a few more?”

“Yeah, you can.”

Miguel puts more effort into his search. He gets a few more shirts, but the total is still less than what he spent on you. You don't say anything as he thanks you with a bright smile.

Taking a quick break by eating at the food court, Miguel's phone vibrates from Gabriel's message. Without completely looking at it yet, his eyes roll at knowing what the message was going to say, asking the daily question of when he was going to meet you. Sure, it's been two months since he started dating you, but he didn't want to rush you.

Miguel tried to hide his disdain by so much as you were feeding him macaroons. His lips grazing your fingers while taking a bite. Your thumb wiping off the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. Your eyes connecting and you shoot him a wink, the action shooting down to his lower body. He gets a strong urge to pull you back to the car so he can kiss you all over.

He groans when the phone vibrates against the table again.

“Is there a fire somewhere?”

“The fire being my brother. He keeps texting me about wanting to meet you. I keep telling him it depends on when you want to.”

You take a sip from your Boba tea before outstretching your hand. “Gimme.”

As Miguel places his phone in your palm, you casually press video call.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm saying hi to your brother.” You hold up the phone, making sure you were decent for the camera. When the call connects, you flash the biggest smile on the planet. “Hi, Gabriel.”

“Hi? Uh, who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

You purse your lips, “He’s munching on some macaroons. Say hi, Miguel.” You briefly turn the phone to Miguel, making him wave before turning the phone back to you.

“Oh. My. God. You're who my brother is dating? Do you know how many times I've been asking to meet you?”

Too many times.

“A lot. It's okay though I've been wanting to meet you too. You're the main one blowing up his phone.”

“Somebody’s gotta do it-Hey, babe!” Gabriel shouts through the phone, making you and Miguel snort. “Come here real quick and meet Miguel’s girl!”

You're laughing when Kasey approaches the phone, waving hello to her.

“Whoa, you're the woman who's dating Miguel? Damn, you're hot.”

Gabriel held his hands up. “My girlfriend said it, not me.”

“Okay, that's enough out of you two.” Miguel reaches for the phone, but is stopped by Gabriel's protest.

“No, wait not until Xina sees her! I know she's not busy. She just told me she was binging that zombie show.”

“Ooh is it the one where if you die, you come back as a zombie?” You ask and Gabriel snaps.

“Yes! That's the one.”

“I lost interest after season four.” Kasey inputs.

“I liked that season!” You add in, “In my opinion, it goes downhill after season eight.”

To Miguel’s surprise, Xina picks up, seeing a bunch of faces on the screen.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bother me because I'm vegging out on my couch?”

“Stop vegging out and meet Miguel’s girlfriend.”

You wave once more, “Hi! It's very nice to meet you.”

“Oh, likewise.” Xina sits up, angling herself to not subject you to her binging phase.

“I'm sorry they sprung this on you. I just wanted to say hi.”

“It's fine. Maybe this will get Gabri to shut up for a while.”

“It won't.” Gabriel interjected, “Because I'm not able to touch you yet. Give you one of my famous hugs.”

“You don't want that.” Miguel whispered over to you.

“Huh? What did he say?”

“Nothing!” You change the conversation: "I want to meet you guys too. It would be best if you all came to the club. Enjoy yourselves.”

Xina raises an eyebrow, “You'd invite us to your job?”

“Yeah. There's good drinks, food…”

“And half-naked dancers.”

“Well, that too.”

Xina lets out an unsure hum, and Miguel slots himself back into the conversation.

“Okay, we have to go now.”

“Aww no.” Gabriel pouts.

“Send me your number!” Kasey shouts. "We have to put you in the group chat!”

“Okay.” You say goodbye to them all before hanging up and giving him back his phone. “They seem nice.”

“They act worse than this.”

“But they love you. That’s always nice to have.”

Miguel couldn’t hold back his smile when you slip your fingers through his across the table, creating small circles on the back of his hand.

The anxiety he never knew he had lessened after you took the initiative to meet his family. And he wasn’t worried about the face-to-face meeting after the positive reception you received from everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

“She seems nice.” Xina said through the phone call.

Miguel nods as if she can see him, tapping his thumb against the steering wheel after dropping you off, “She is. I can’t wait for you to meet her.”

“Me too…” He notices her trailing off, and anxiety starts pooling in his stomach.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Not that serious.”

“Well, I’m suspecting it as the way you trailed off.”

Xina hums and he hears movement on the other line. “I’m just wondering, how is your relationship going to work?”

“What do you mean?”

“You and your dancer. You two are dating now. And you blow a lot of money when you go over there.”

“It’s not a lot of money.” Miguel mumbles, “Well, we’re acting like everything is normal. We don’t want anyone to suspect anything.”

When Miguel steps foot in the club, he tries to act like his usual self. A customer who wasn’t dating one of the dancers. It was for the best since you didn’t want anyone to find out. Especially Jess.

“I get that, but you know your relationship can be seen as…odd.”

“Odd? What do you mean by that?”

Xina remains silent. How convenient when he’s at a stop light, hanging on to every word she said to him so far. His hands getting clammy against the wheel.

“Miguel, you have a fairly decent, well, almost powerful position at a huge company. And you’re dating someone who shakes their ass at a popular nightclub. You also give them a lot of money in exchange for what, a private dance? Please tell me you’re catching on to what I’m saying.”

He almost crashed into a car at the realization. After swerving into the right lane and reassuring Xina, who panicked, Miguel pulled over to gather his thoughts. He didn’t pick up on the slight power imbalance you two had when you started dating. Miguel thought it was harmless.

“I-I’m not taking advantage of her or using her. Does it look that way? Oh god, it does look that way.”

“It can also appear that she’s using you or taking advantage with you. Because of your money. I brought this up with you before. When you told me Dana was buying a bunch of expensive stuff when you got that head geneticist job-”

“I told you Dana isn’t like that. And neither is she.” During your first meeting, you weren’t adamant on taking more of his money. Sure, he knows about you wanting to save up for a house, and part of his money is being contributed to said house. Miguel didn’t think like that.

“Okay, fine. You know her more than me. I still think it’s best to clear up any confusion by having a conversation. So you two are on the same page.”

Xina was right. Having a conversation would help you two in the long run, especially when your relationship starts to get serious.

He tried to call you when he got home, but you didn’t pick up. You were probably still too busy at the club. That was for the best since the conversation was better to have face-to-face.

The next time, Miguel’s stomach twisted when he sat down in the private room.

You greeted him with a wave, closing the door behind you. The click from your heels matched the pounding in his head. He rubbed the sweat from his palms against his pants, holding in the urge to throw up. As you picked up the remote to decide a song, he grabbed your hand.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah. Let me pick a song first-”

“No, no song.”

You squint, “What do you mean ‘no song’? What’s wrong?”

“Am I taking advantage of you?” Miguel blurted out. He didn’t give you a chance to speak as he continued, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize my position would make our relationship odd. And I’m realizing that I’ve still been paying you a bunch of money since we started dating and I know you’re trying to buy a house, but I don’t want anyone to suspect you’re using me to help you buy one, which I know is not your intention-”

You silence him with a kiss. He accepts, his shoulders relaxing when he tastes your mango-scented lip gloss. You look directly into his deep eyes when you pull an inch away.

“Calm down.”

“Okay.”

You toss the remote to the side. “You’re not taking advantage of me and I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“But I give you almost a thousand every week.”

“You do, but I didn’t ask you to do that. That’s all you.”

“Because I want to support you. Now, I realize that throwing money for you to give me dances isn’t the best look. And we’re dating so…”

“I don’t care.” You say, hand on your hip. “Our positions don’t matter. I like you. You like me. What’s the problem?”

“I’m giving you money every time I come here.”

“So stop coming here if you have a problem with it.”

“I…”

He can’t. Seeing you in your element is one of the highlights of his week. What else was he supposed to do if he didn’t see you as much with your job? Miguel loves the dates he goes on with you, but he also enjoys watching you dance.

“I’m sorry.” You run your hand through his hair. Miguel leans into your touch, soothing the impending vomit in his throat. “I don’t want you to stop coming, but I don’t know what to do if you’re struggling like this. You know how Jess is about people not spending money in here.”

Miguel lights up.

“Can I speak to Jess?”

Your face twists with confusion, “Why?”

“I have an idea.”

Jess was in her office, in the back of The Weave, right near the locker rooms for the dancers. When you knocked, the door opened to Kaine, another of Jess’s security. Miguel always thought he was more intimidating due to the scar on his face and the buzz cut. He pays both of you no mind when he brushes aside you two.

“Jess? Your favorite customer wants to speak to you.”

“Which one?” Jess peers up from her computer, lighting up when Miguel comes into view, “Oh, Mr. Science Guy! What you need?” Miguel glances over at you and you give him the ok sign, leaving to return to the floor. “You finally gonna tell me that you’re dating one of my dancers?”

His eyes widen, “Wait, how do you know that?”

“You and Silk be giving cute glances at each other every five minutes. And don’t forget the private rooms have cameras.”

Miguel cleared his throat, not expecting to get hit what that. Now, he wasn’t sure if the idea he came up with was going to work.

“I really like her.”

“And that’s fine. As long as y’all don’t fuck in the club, I don’t care what you two do.” He nods at her words. “I will say this though. If you hurt my girl and you decide to show your sorry ass in the club, I will ban you for life and kick you to the curb.”

He gulped, fixing the collar on his shirt. “I understand.”

“Good.” Jess's tough demeanor returns to relaxed. "Now, what did you want to talk about?”

Miguel pulls out a grand and places it on the table. “Is it okay if I pay you this amount weekly? This is the same amount I give to Silk when I come here on Tuesdays and Thursdays.”

Jess inspects the money, letting the bills fly across her thumb. “What’s the deal?”

“I want to keep coming here, but I don’t feel comfortable handing money directly to Silk since we are…an item. I still want to support your business and the dancers so, would that be enough?”

“Did you two fuck yet?”

“Huh? N-No! No, we didn’t…”

“Okay, just wanted to make sure you weren’t pussy whipped.” She places the money to the side, “That’s fine, but what do you get out of this?”

Miguel plays with the ends of his shirt, “I still want those forty-five minutes with her.”

“…that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

Jess stares at him, inspecting his frame. The silence between them lingers as the pulsing beat from the club bangs against the walls. Miguel’s palms start to coat with sweat again, and he casually rubs them against his pants.

“Okay. You got a deal.”

He shifts with his feet. “O-Oh okay. Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” She shakes his hand as if this was the start of a profitable business deal.

Now, everything was perfect.

You two have stabilized the foundation of your relationship. Miguel just arranged plans for his family, excluding his mother to meet you at The Weave for an official meet and greet. And he was going to ask you if you wanted to go to the Banquet with him.

A brief doubt occurred that maybe it was too soon since the relationship was new. You could always say no. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.

He wishes you could see the smile on his face when you text him saying yes. Your messages are filled with excited GIFs and reaction pictures.

“You're very happy today.” Dana interrupts and Miguel quickly puts his phone away.

“I-It's a good day today. Got a decent amount of work done…”

“Because Tyler stopped messing with you. I told him to lay off on you since you do so much.”

Miguel was too busy being happy about his relationship to realize that Tyler hasn’t bothered him lately.

“Really?”

Her nod and smug face said it all. “Even after everything, I'm still looking after you.”

“Thanks…” He moved over, letting her pour enough coffee into her mug. While passing her the usual cream and sugars, their hands brushed together. Miguel's muscles tensed while Dana giggled at the sudden contact.

“You excited about the banquet? Sure, it's about a month away, but…”

“I am. Even though it's work-related, it'd be nice to get away for the weekend.”

Dana nods, taking a sip of her coffee while Miguel pours himself another cup.

“Are you going to be okay?” His brows furrow at her question. “I mean, we usually go together every year since you started working here. I know it's going to be a change.”

Miguel holds back a grin, “Yeah, yeah I'll be okay.”

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[reidsaurora]

"Apple Pie Proposal" ~ S. Reid

Summary: In which You and Spencer make your yearly trip to the apple orchard an official tradition.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,144

Content Warnings: heavy food references, honestly i think that might be it? lmk if i missed anything though!

Extra Notes: crappy summary as always, live laugh love 🤪

Originally Written: 10/16/2023 through 10/24/2023

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Apple cider was on your tongue, Spencer's oversized sweater was on your skin, and fall was in the air. Your stomach did somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

This was the fourth year you and Spencer had gone to the apple orchard together. Still, it never lost the same magic that it had the first time. Nothing gave you more satisfaction than spending the entire afternoon together, filling up your wicker baskets with locally grown apples, then baking the first pie of the season with them.

Many people didn't know that Spencer was quite the baker. While neither of his parents had taught him many skills in the kitchen, his Home Ec teacher had taught him how to bake up a damn good pie.

The orchard wasn't far from your shared apartment, a quaint little place just outside Mount Vernon, Virginia. Luscious trees spanned for what appeared to be miles, filled to the brim with bright green pears and apples that were every shade of red. The owners were an older couple that Gideon had known in college, whom he later introduced to Spencer and you.

After your baskets were nearly overflowing, the two of you made your way back to the car, starting the journey home, Spencer's favorite CD playing quietly as the two of you talked over it.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, insisted on you heading inside first, saying he'd grab the baskets from the car while you got started on collecting the ingredients for the pie. So, you did as asked, grabbing your apron from the hanger and getting to work.

"I think we severely overestimated the size of our pie," he chuckled as he brought in the second, heavier container of apples.

"Nonsense," you giggled from your spot at the island, where you were currently peeling and cutting the apples from the first basket. "Penelope will want a pie, Hotch will ask us to make him one for Jack, Gideon's coming over tomorrow for the football game. These apples will be gone in days."

He gave you a look of agreement, though you could see there was an unspoken emotion behind his expression. Admiration or love, you figured. And with that, Spencer was grabbing another apron, joining you at the bar and getting to work on the pie crust.

Soon, a batch of apple tartlets was in the oven, while Spencer finished up the last of the work on the pie. You sat down next to him again, giving him a similar look to the affectionate expression he'd given you earlier.

"Hey, do you remember the first year we did this?" he asked randomly a few minutes later, a faint nostalgic smile tugging at his lips.

A smile of your own crept up to your mouth. "You mean the year you threw an egg at me?" you answered, a laugh settling on the edge of your tongue.

"Hey, I only hit you with an egg in self defense. You're the one that threw flour on me," he rebutted.

The aforementioned laugh rolled off your tongue, a sound that Spencer told you almost daily was his favorite noise in the whole world. "Of course I remember. Why do you ask?"

He sat quietly for a moment, as if pondering the reason himself. Eventually, he landed on, "I guess I wonder how many years you think we'll be able to do this together."

The uncertainty in his words was almost enough to break your heart. Since the first time you'd visited the orchard, you'd hoped you'd continued the tradition every year for the rest of your lives. Maybe even eventually rope your children and then their children into it too. You weren't sure where along the line you'd led Spencer to believe otherwise, but the unsure look on his face let you know that he was nervous about your answer to the question.

"I'm hoping forever, if you'll have me that long," you answered, placing a comforting squeeze on his sweater clad arm.

He leaned over, giving you a soft and sweet kiss. "That sounds like a plan to me."

As if on cue, the oven beeped, Spencer heading to grab the pan of tartlets. While he began placing them on the cooling rack, you headed over to the oven, placing the pie inside.

It took you a moment to register what was happening as you turned to face him again. At first, you thought maybe he'd dropped something or his shoe needed to be tied. But then, you realized there was something in his hand, one of the apple tarts. And then, examining the scene further, you noticed something shiny atop the treat in his hand.

The words were shaky as they exited Spencer's mouth, his hands trembling as they held up his creation. "I really hope you were serious about your answer to my last question. Otherwise, I'm gonna look very stupid," he chuckled nervously.

Tears slipped down your cheeks at the display in front of you, your heart thumping a thousand beats per minute. "That certainly doesn't belong in dessert," you managed to laugh, your tears nearly turning to full-on waterworks.

"I suppose it doesn't," he chuckled nervously, holding the tart up further. "I'm hoping you can overlook it just this once though."

"I'll try," the joke came out weak, tears still falling from your eyes.

As if remembering why he was down there in the first place, he shook his head and gave you a more serious expression. "Y/N, I have loved you for over four and a half years. But when I think of how long I wish to love you, four years seems like the smallest sliver of time. I guess what I'm trying to say is… I want this—the orchard, the pies, all of it—every year for the rest of our lives. If you'll have me, I'd really like to be your husband."

The words came out stuttery and nervous, random breaks in his sentences, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Especially not when the prospect of spending a lifetime with Spencer was on the table. "Of course I'll marry you," you answered, your own words somehow shakier than his.

He stood from his kneeling position, sliding the ring onto your finger and leaving a delicate kiss over the digit. "Thank goodness you said yes. That would make for some awkward conversation when Gideon comes over tomorrow."

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, pulling him in for a long and romantic kiss. This time, Spencer was on your tongue, an engagement ring was on your finger, and love was in the air. And again, your stomach did absolute somersaults at the feeling of joy rushing through you, wishing you could capture this moment and stay in it forever.

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STRIKER’S YIELD (Devil’s Riot MC 12) by #ECLand at The Reading Cafe.

‘Fast paced, dramatic, twisted.

[eddwardharrison]

I WANT THAT EMO HUNK OF MICROWAVE WASTE DEAD.

ALL LOVE / NO HATE • SPOILERS FOR TODAY’S TSAMS EPISODE: “How Ruin Found The WITHER SHARD! In VRCHAT”

DIE DIE IN A FUCKING PLANE CRASH I HATE THAT BITCH I FUCKING HATE HIM. “AWW AWWW NOO BUT HE’S STRUGGLING WITH GRRIIEFF I SHOULD FEEL BADD…” KILL HIM. I WANT HIM DEAD. KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM. PUT HIM IN ALL YOUR GORETOBER ART. I NEED THAT MAN ON THE GROUND CRYING BECAUSE OOOOOOOHHHH MY GOOOOODDD. RUIN’S CREATOR TOO, I WANT HIM SHRIVELED UP LIKE A NEWBORN FETUS DEPRIVED OF WATER. NEXUS YOU ARE A WASTE OF MY EMOTION AND ENERGY YOU BACKSTABBING, SADISTIC, SUPERIORITY COMPLEX, TIM BURTON LOOKIN’ ASS, LACK OF BROTHER HAVIN’ ASS, SAD MOPING GRIEVER LOOKIN’ ASS, “WHERE MY SHARD AT”, SOMEHOW ROLLING A -20 IN CHARISMA, APATHETIC, HOPELESS LOOKIN’ ASS. I WANTED TO CARE ABOUT YOU I REALLLLLY DID BUT OH MY FUUUCK YOU ARE JUST A HEARTTTTLESS PIECE OF SHIT.

I came to the realization today that Nexus may be abusing Ruin because Ruin was directly responsible for Solar’s death. Which is Y’K, I CAN UNDERSTAND THAT, BUT I CAN ALSO UNDERSTAND NEXUS IS A PIECE OF SHIT. We all need to know by now that Ruin ISN’T A VILLAIN, he’s an ANTI-HERO where he’s fully based in MORALS OF THE OVERALL PICTURE., he’s either trying to keep someone ELSE alive or keep HIMSELF alive. After his past with his creator, OF COURSE HE’D NEED TO ERASE THE COUNCIL?? HE’S BEEN SHOWN FIRST HANDEDLY THAT HE CANNOT ALLOW THESE CREATORS TO LIVE. Ruin is THE MOST INTELLIGENT CHARACTRR IN SENSE OF EMPATHY AND LOGIC.

The fact his Creator used to also call him “Good Boy” is actually burning me inside Star-Eclipse-Arc style. Clutching my chest right now SCREAMING. OHHHHHGGHHH I’VE BEEN /WAITING/ FOR EC UNIVERSAL TO GIVE ME THIS ROLLERCOASTER OF PURE EMOTION. (VERY POSITIVELY)

RUIN DOESN’T DESERVE LITERALLY ANY OF THIS. HE HAS /ALWAYS/ HAD THE BEST INTENT IN MIND AND IS HARDLY SELFISH. By far the best devil on the show i SWEAR ON MY /LIFE/.

I’m about to write myself into canon so I can SQUEEZE THE LIFE OUT OF THAT DAMN ANIMATRONIC. NEXUS YOU HAVE GOTTEN ON MY FUCKING DNI LIST, AND AS AN ECLIPSE KINNIE, THAT’S AN FUCKING INSANE HIT FOR YOU TO LAND.

MOON, SUN, SOLAR, ECLIPSE, SOLSTICE, FUCKING ANYONE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SAVE HIS LIFE, PLEASE!!! HE /NEEDS/ TO BE RESCUED OR ELSE HE’S GOING TO FUCKING DIE.

I love EC_Universal so much he makes me so happy with his work and acting. I love feeling emotions, I love feeling invested and immersed. Thank you EC_Universal for this MEAL you have served us.

There’s so much dissecting I need to do later ommmggg…..

Please share my anger guys let’s all dance in a circle in cosplay and sing about how we’re going to literally boil nexus alive

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[yunebtc]

Hiii ! Could you please do a Rainbow Dash x fem! reader oneshot? Nothing specific! Hope it’s not a bother, thank you! 🥲

OFC I CAN ITS NO PROBLEM AT ALL YAYAYAYAAYA

!!NOTPROOFREAD MIGHT HAVE MISTAKES

-Fem reader

-Reader is a but on the athletic side as well preferably vollleyball

-Reader x Rainbow Dash

IF U DONT LIKE GAYNESS GET OUTTA HERE

-Fluff

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Are you sure about that? RAINBOW DASH

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You and Rainbow have been dating for 10 months now and you couldn't have been happier, you had found someone who changed your life, Today You and Rainbow had been busy with classes and you were just heading only class with rainbow, PE, Rainbow loved PE you liked it as well especially volleyball which is what you were doing today, You were excited since you enjoyed volleyball and you were extremely well at it, you went to the locker room and changed and as you finish you see dash enter the locker room and you walked up to her "Hey!! Where have you been?" You ask she usually never was late, she grabs ur hand and says "Heh my bad AJ helped me clean up the mess in home ec" You weren't surprised since she definitely didnt seem like the type of girl for home ec, you hear the whistle and you wait for Rainbow to leave the locker room as you both talk about what happened during the day your coach said you were playing volley ball and place you and dash on separate teams, Yous see your girlfriend smirk and walk up the the net and says to you "Your so going down babe, you know how I am with sports!!" You laugh and say "Are you sure about that??" And she look at you like your crazy "UH duh!! Just wait" Rainbow said not knowing she was gonna regret it

You and Dash were neck on neck with points and the game was about to end as Rainbow served the ball your teamate went for it and shot the ball in the air and you went to go spike the ball which landed on Rainbows side of the court as your team cheered you on Rainbows team groans in disappointment and you see Rainbow with a frown on her face and you Coach says "Alright girls head totally he lockerrooms before the bell rings!!" And everyone heads into the locker rooms some girls took a light shower, you being one of the and some left already waiting for the bell, you got out and the locker room started to fill with more steam, You change into your clothes and you see Rainbow with a towel around her body, her body still being damp and you were able to see her muscles and how the towel hugged her body just right made you blush slightly but you could tell Rainbow was still salty about the game and you laugh out loud grabbing her attention "What's so funny huh?" She says with a pout and you laugh even more " Baby your being ridiculous it's just one game of volleyball it won't hurt your winning streak!" You exclaim as rainbow huffs finishing putting her skirt and you decide to mess with her and bring her hands to her sides "How about I give you a reward because your such a good sport?" Rainbow turns red and she looks away "--- W-what do you-" you cut her off with a kiss which she returns as she puts her hand on your neck her thumb on your jawline deepening the kiss you both fight for dominance and she eventually wins and she smirks in the kiss and snakes her other hand around your waist and breaks the kiss "I think I like the reward" She says and you blush even more she laughs and her mood was easily lifted and you both finish getting ready to head to see the others

You and rainbow were still red from just coming out of the steamy locker room and as you approached the girls they all begun to give knowing looks and giggle "What are you guys laughing at??" Rainbow asks and Sunset says "Some girls came by and saw you guys getting at it in the locker roooom~" She singsonged and you and Rainbow blush even harder "UHHH WE GOTTA GO SEE YA!!" Rainbow panics and she drags you to her motorcycle turning the engines and drives off and they were left laughing so hard years went by "What in tarnation!??" Applejack laughs

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[mykuup]

Of bone and bloom - Cryptid!Eddie Munson AU Part 4

Moodboard + summary + Serie Masterlist

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Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary : Despite all your efforts, the hunters decided to act to finally kill the beast. And because of your father keeping an eye on you, you arrived a little too late.

wc : 1,3k

Warnings : monster romance // fluff // smut // MDNI // unprotected piv (wrap it irl guys) // mention of injuries // mention of blood // size gap // no mention of y/n // porn with plot // afab reader (but no description)

A/n : @saphirmoraitie you're the best, thank you for helping me with this! To everyone who read this, thank you for being here 💜

Taglist : @jasminelafleur @maedesculpaeusoubi @sassidykassidy

The hunt

The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the anticipation of what was to come. The men of the village had gathered at the edge of the forest’s edge, their torches flickering in the darkness, weapons ready. They were hardened hunters, men who had faced the dangers of the wild countless times, but tonight there was a different kind of fear in their eyes—a fear of the unknown, of the creature that haunted their dreams and whispered in the shadows.

You stood on the outskirts of the group, heart pounding with a sickening dread. You had tried to find Eddie, to reach him before the hunt began, but the men had moved too quickly. Driven by a mix of fear and anger, nothing you said could dissuade them. Your father had kept a close eye on you, ensuring you stayed far from the hunt. But your mind raced, desperate to find a way to prevent the inevitable.

The leader of the hunting party, a grizzled man named Harven, stepped forward, raising his torch high. “Tonight, we end this!” he declared, his voice firm and resolute. “This creature has haunted our woods for too long. We’ve lived in fear, but no more. Tonight, we take back our land!”

A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. The men steeled themselves and moved as one, plunging into the forest with grim determination, their torches casting eerie shadows. The forest seemed to close in around them, the usual sounds of the night muted as if the very woods held their breath.

You stood frozen, helpless as you watched them disappear into the darkness. You knew the forest better than most and had walked its paths since you were a child, but you had never felt so powerless. The weight of what might happen pressed down on you, suffocating your thoughts. You had to do something, but what? 

Time dragged on, each minute stretching into eternity as you waited, praying that Eddie would sense the danger and escape before it was too late. Deep down, you knew the odds were slim. The hunters were skilled and relentless. They wouldn’t stop until they found their prey.

Then, faintly, you heard it—the distant sound of shouting, the clash of steel, and the unmistakable roar of something primal, something not of this world. Your heart lurched a cold fear gripping you as you realized the hunt had found its target.

Without thinking, without caring about the consequences, you broke into a run, racing toward the source of the noise. Branches tore at your clothes, your breath coming in ragged gasps, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t. You had to find him, to save him before it was too late.

The sounds of the struggle grew louder as you neared, the shouts of the men mingling with the guttural growls. You burst into a clearing, your heart pounding in your ears, and what you saw made your blood run cold.

Eddie was surrounded, his massive form hunched and bleeding, the torches casting a fiery glow on his dark fur. He fought with a ferocity born of desperation, his claws slashing through the air, but he was outnumbered. His strength was fading. 

Harven and the others circled him like wolves, weapons gleaming in the torchlight, faces twisted with determination. One of them lunged forward, thrusting a spear at Eddie’s side, and he roared in pain, the sound echoing through the forest like thunder.

“No!” you screamed, your voice cutting through the chaos. But your cry was lost in the din, drowned out by the frenzy of the hunt.

Eddie turned, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief, agonizing moment. In that instant, you saw in them the same fear that had gripped you when you first encountered him. But there was something else there too—recognition, and maybe even a plea.

Then, with a powerful swipe of his claw, he moved, faster than any of the men could react. He knocked two of them to the ground, their weapons clattering uselessly to the dirt. Harven shouted orders, trying to rally the others, but Eddie was already gone, melting into the shadows of the forest with a speed that defied his size.

The hunters cursed and scrambled after him, but it was too late. Eddie had vanished into the night, leaving only the trampled grass and bloodied bodies in his wake. 

You didn’t hesitate. You plunged into the forest, following the trail of blood that Eddie had left behind. The shouts of the hunters faded behind you. Your only thought was to find him, to reach him before they did.

The trail led you deeper into the forest, the trees thickening, the air growing colder. Soon, you were alone, the darkness closing in. But you pressed on, heart pounding, guided by something beyond reason. 

Finally, you found him.

Eddie was slumped against a large oak tree, his massive form barely visible in the shadows. His breathing was ragged, each exhale a struggle, his fur matted with blood. He had fought bravely, but the wounds were too many, too deep. He was dying.

Your breath caught in your throat as you knelt beside him, tears blurring your vision. “Eddie…” you whispered, voice trembling.

He lifted his head weakly, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was no anger or rage there, only pain and resignation. He knew what this meant, knew that his time was running out. But he didn’t move, didn’t try to flee. He simply watched you, waiting.

You knelt beside him, your hands trembling as you reached out to touch him. His fur was warm beneath your fingers, the pulse of life still faintly beating beneath the surface. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks. “I tried to stop them. I tried…”

Eddie made a low, rumbling sound, not quite a growl, but something softer, almost comforting. He closed his eyes, his breath coming in short, labored bursts.

With shaking hands, you tore a strip of your skirt, pressing it against the worst of his wounds. “Stay with me,” you begged, your voice breaking. “Please, just stay with me.”

You worked quickly, your hands moving with a desperate urgency as you tried to stem the bleeding. You knew you were no healer, that these wounds were beyond anything you could truly fix, but you couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. You had to try.

Eddie winced as you applied pressure to a deep gash along his side, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he watched you, his eyes softening as you tended to him with a tenderness he hadn’t felt in centuries.

Time blurred as you worked, and the outside world faded away. It was just the two of you, alone in the dark, the only sounds were the soft rustling of leaves and Eddie’s labored breaths. 

After what felt like hours, you sat back, hands covered in blood, your heart pounding with fear and exhaustion. You had done what you could, but you knew it might not be enough. Eddie’s wounds were too severe, his strength waning with every passing moment.

But he was still alive, still watching you with those intense, dark eyes. And in them, you saw something you hadn’t expected—gratitude, and maybe even a flicker of trust.

You reached out, your hand resting gently against the side of his skull, your fingers brushing against the cold, smooth bone of the mask he wore. “I won’t let them hurt you again,” you whispered. “I’ll protect you, I promise.”

Eddie closed his eyes, a low sigh escaping his chest. It was as though he was surrendering, not to death, but to you, to the warmth of your touch, to the strange, inexplicable connection that had formed between you both.

You heard the horn ringing far far away but this time you would not follow its call. You stayed there, your hand never leaving his, offering comfort to the ancient, wounded soul beside you.

[dandelionsresilience]

Dandelion News - October 22-28

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1. Industrial wastelands to wildlife oases: Five nature wins that have actually worked

“[An archipelago in the Indian ocean] experienced a major whale comeback after signing up to a debt for nature swap[….] In Sri Lanka's capital of Colombo, local efforts have transformed what was once a rubbish dump to a wetland teeming with [wildlife….]”

2. Louisville launches America’s first 100% electric garbage truck fleet

““These innovative EV collection trucks will fulfill our trash, compost and recycling needs, reduce noise pollution, and include larger windshields to increase each driver’s field of vision and lower greenhouse gas emissions[….]” [The trucks are equipped with] audible devices that alert nearby drivers and pedestrians to compensate for their quieter operations.”

3. How a nearly extinct crocodile species returned from the brink in Cambodia

“By the late nineties, [Siamese crocodiles] were thought to be extinct. […] Today there are about 1,000 Siamese crocodiles in the wild[….] The first crocodiles were reintroduced into the wild in 2012 and they have begun breeding in the wild: over a hundred eggs were discovered in the forests in July, the most so far.”

4. Before his death, this conservative combat veteran filmed a PSA advocating for his transgender son

““Eric [“a conservative South Carolina U.S. Army combat veteran and father of a transgender child”] believed in the importance of freedom for trans kids — the right to live authentically and without fear,” [his widow] said. “He saw this not as a political issue but as a human one, recognizing that every child deserves the chance to thrive and feel whole.”” [Curator’s note: obviously, utmost condolences to Eric’s family; I’m including this as good news because it’s impactful to see a respectable member of the political party more often known for transmisia instead publicly advocating for his son’s human - not just political - rights]

5. Azores to create largest Marine Protected Area in North Atlantic – and a 'blueprint' for the rest of the world

““The Azores’ waters are a hotspot for marine life, hosting a third of the world's whale and dolphin species,[…” and harbouring] “cold-water corals and sponge fields that act as nurseries and feeding grounds for countless species, from deep-sea sharks to commercially valuable fish stocks.””

6. ‘It’s a big lever for change’: the radical contract protecting Hamburg’s green space

“Citizen power forced Germany’s greenest city-state into a binding agreement balancing housing and nature[….] The authorities signed an agreement with the citizen’s initiative to protect 30% of Hamburg’s land area – 10% as untouchable nature reserves and 20% with a looser conservation status – and ensure the share of public green space in the city rises over time.”

7. Behind the Scenes at the Federal Bee Lab Powered by Native Plants

“Once native plants reappeared at the lab, he says, the impact was dramatic. In the first year, many of the region’s 200 native bee species arrived in droves. [… B]irds Droege had never before seen on the premises began to turn up to feed on the native plant seeds[….]”

8. Atlanta neighborhood hired case manager to address rising homelessness. It's improving health and safety for everyone

“Michael Nolan, an Intown Cares social worker, is trained in an approach that emphasizes individual autonomy and dignity, recognizes that being homeless is a traumatic experience, and prioritizes access to housing. [… H]iring a social worker has enabled East Atlanta Village to resolve conflicts gently, through conversation and negotiation.”

9. Loggerhead Sea Turtle Nests Make a Remarkable Comeback in Greece

“As long-lived and migratory species, [loggerheads] contribute to the health of seagrass beds and coral reefs, which are vital habitats for many marine organisms. Their nesting activities also contribute to beach ecosystems and help promote biodiversity.”

10. Rapid genome analysis of a Whippet sighthound sets new standard for biodiversity research

“[Scientists] have sequenced and analyzed the complete genome of a Whippet sighthound in less than a week. […] Rapid analysis is increasingly important for the conservation of endangered species, [… giving] insights into their biological relationships, evolution and adaptations to environmental conditions.”

October 15-21 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)