#I will give the last gift o.o

[kezibun]

Here, a moondrop sticker bc how could I not repay you for the lovely little gobber you’ve gifted me :)

Fine have another fibish!

This lil solar guppy is a big drama queen XD He once saw little mermaid through the tank and has never been the same, I think it resonated with him lol he should get along with the luna clownfish despite his antics. Just don't leave the tank open >_>

[amuseoffyre]

Fyre's Convention Adventures - Day 3 - A Great and Terrible Acte of Piracie 😁

A bonus surprise on the last day was that we got gifted a cast photograph and there was a second session of autographs for the people who had missed them on Saturday, but also for everyone else to get a second round :)

Since we’d come out of the last panels, I was piled high with my muppety crew and figured it would be a nice last chance to let the squad see them. Honestly, no ulterior motives going in, which made all that came next all the more delightful :D

Nathan was the first table and could see how many of the squad I was juggling and said it was fantastic that I’d brought them down for the con itself because “they’ve brought everyone so much joy”.

Rhys had a little giggle at the next table when he saw me coming with a pal bearing Calypso because between the photo, the sack of mups, the general goodie bag and everything else, I was quite the pack mule.

Con, Vico and Kristian, however, had been so very excited about the muppets at the fanmeet and photo session that I figured I would have each of theirs out when I got to their tables and then, alas, I was assailed by marauding pirates and came home empty handed XD

Me, with Izzy muppet on my arm: by the way, I was wondering if you’d like me to ship him to you, since you’re off to the US tomorrow Con: o.0 Con: wait, you were serious about giving him to me? Me: I mean, if you want him– Con: *wheechs Izzy right off my hand and into his arms, cradling him like a baby* Con: Everyone go home, this is all I’ll be doing now Me: 😂 That’ll be a yes then XD Con: :D :D :D

He leaned over to show his handler Izzy’s poseable hands, which were arranged to flip the bird and solemnly told him “That’s my favourite bit”. After my hype-man told him I was undercharging for commissions, he told me “yeah, charge more for your commissions” and I can’t not now, can I?

Needless to say I was a bit giggly and vibrating in place after that, because technically, I didn’t give anyone anything (first rule of the con – don’t give guests things directly) and by the time I got to Vico, I hadn’t been given a smack on the nose with a rolled-up newspaper for breaking the rules.

They were so giddy to see Jim muppet again.

Me: I was serious about you having them if you want them Vico: O.O Vico, to their handler: … can I… do that? Vico’s handler: *shrugs a bit* Me: If I just… lay it on this table, it would be very bad if something happened or someone… took it. So bad. Vico, giggling like a fiend: *bats Jim off the table and down beside their chair* OH NO. IT’S GONE Me: OH NOOOO. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED. SOMEONE HAS THIEVED ME. HOW SAD. Vico: Noooooo :D :D :D Me: *flips another of the Jim costumes over the table, down beside the mup* Vico: OMG IT CHANGES CLOTHES!?!?! :D :D :D :D

And, of course, Calypso, my grand lady. I made her especially for Kristian since most of my muppet designs have a very narrow neck and I wasn’t sure if he would be able to put his hand in it. Instead, I’d redesigned and rebuilt her from the base up, with a wider opening in the back of her head and making her free-standing as well. Top of head to bottom of her skirt, she’s around a metre compared to the rest who are about 50cm.

He gave her such a doting look when I got to him and hell, if I could be banditted by 2, why not make it a hat trick :D

Him: she’s so gorgeous Me, keeping an eye on his handler: I can’t technically… give her to you, but hypothetically, if someone stol– Kristian: *across the table with both arms and has her gone and out of sight beside him in a blink* :D Me: Oh nooo :D Kristian, catching my hands and squeezing them: Thank you *so* much for this :) Me: Absolutely my pleasure :)

Nothing like ending the weekend by being robbed by pirates :D

According to a pal who was stewarding, when they finished Con had Izzy whispering in his ear and then carried him out the room, level with his shoulder, and Kristian told Nathan off for almost standing on Calypso then made him carry her :D

I can’t express the sheer dizzying joy of experiencing their excitement and delight with my lil crew and how eagerly they tilted into to full silly play with them. I know the cast have been liking them on IG when I post them but this was another level and I am so utterly overwhelmed by it. Every so often, I think about it and have a happy little giggle about it all.

[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 49 Author Notes

Page 49

Here we go. o.o

On Laudna’s shelf are two tabaxi dolls, either inspired by this guy

and his little sister or intended to be gifts for them. Unfortunately, some people just don’t appreciate a little hut in the woods being populated by handmade dolls. :(

Laudna hiding under the bed in fear is something tenuously connected to her backstory in scenes that may or may not actually show up in the comic depending on how much information I have when I get there. In the original draft of this page she was just sitting on the bed holding Pâté and waiting but since then we’ve learned that she spent some time in what was implied to be Lord and Lady de Rolo’s old bedchamber, either hiding or imprisoned there. (Matt and Marisha seemed to give conflicting accounts on this, unless it was both?) Either way, if she was using it as a refuge or being kept there by the Briarwoods I thought she’d probably have felt more secure underneath the bed than in it.

Regardless, Laudna tends to regress to a childlike mindset when she’s scared or upset and hiding under the bed seems like something she’d do. (Tangentially, I have wondered where Laudna slept for the few days after the gnarlrock incident, if she’d be too afraid to impose on Imogen by sleeping in what she’d perceive as her bed while she was still mad at her, and where else she’d sleep if so. I thought probably the floor next to the bed, so she could remain close to her without disturbing her, or maybe under it, which like a lot of Laudna-related details seems amusingly creepy until it’s sad, so that’s my headcanon.)

This panel of Imogen running through the woods to rescue Laudna in her jammies is one that I’ve had planned pretty much since the genesis of the comic. I didn’t give a lot of thought to her coat (other than intending for her to be wearing one) until I had to draw it and since Laudna making her a new coat when they’re living in the mountains in the next chapter is a detail mentioned now in two fanworks I have posted she can’t already have one that she cares about or at least thinks to bring with her when she leaves Gelvaan. So I thought maybe it was an old coat of her dad’s that she just throws on when she needs to do chores outside in the winter or even currently belongs to him and she just grabbed it when she ran out the door. So that’s why it’s too big on her.

I'm really bad at estimating distance but I'm pretty sure I'm breaking the rules on the limits of the message spell here. But it's an intentional callback to page 21:

Laudna: Now my thoughts will be with you even if I can’t be. Imogen: If you ever need me, you just call out to me, and I’ll come runnin’, okay? Laudna: Is that a promise? Imogen: It’s a promise.

so I feel it is justified.

Throughout this chapter Laudna has owned exactly two shirts and I knew whichever one she's wearing for this last plot arc is going to be the one she takes into the next chapter because everything else in her house gets burned, and I decided I liked the grey one better but I'd put her in the red one for the scarlet fever arc because she had been wearing the other one for several pages before at the harvest festival so I intentionally had her tear her sleeve on the fence in the last page so she'd have a reason to change.

[asgardianhobbit98]

Never Alone - Boromir X OC

relationship: Boromir x OC

fandom: Lord of the Rings

word count: 1421

story summary: alerted something bad might happen to his love, Boromir attempts to soothe his anxiety by ensuring she knows no matter the distance, he will always be there with her. His actions might just save her life.

inspired by Bram Stoker's The Chain of Destiny.  

notes: this was written for @heilith to try and cheer her up a little bit <3 she prompted me to publish it and I’ve finally gained the courage to do so too! It’s my first Boromir fic and on top of that, I haven't written anything in AGES o.o please be gentle with me

Made a little AU, hope you all enjoy it! reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated

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As the only female soldier in the ranks, Elydia had her own private room to get dressed in. Chainmail rattled as it poured over her bosom, before crinkling together around her waist as she put her belt on. She let her hands slide down her thighs a bit, for no reason really other than the fact she knew she had an audience; an audience, mind you, that liked the sight of his strong woman.

Grabbing a gauntlet, Elydia turned to offer a knowing look to the man whom had attempted to sneak in, but had failed incredibly due to his squeaky boots.

Boromir, son of the steward of Gondor, stood leaned against the doorway to the small room. He didn’t look surprised upon being caught, but he also did not reciprocate her smile.

Starting to tie her gauntlet so it sat taught against her arm, she tilted her head in a silent question to him. His continued silence prompted her to voice the question: “What has my beloved warrior looking so pouty?”

“I do not pout.”

Smirking slightly at succeeding to cut through his silence, Elydia focused her green eyes down at the gauntlet once more. “Mm… I did not want to say you were ‘brooding’. It gives away too much of my thoughts on you. After all, brooding is the sexy man’s pout.”

Boromir looked away from her only to try and contain a chuckle. This was not a time for light-hearted conversation. “I wish to talk to you.”

“What of, my love?”

“I had a disconcerting dream.”

Gauntlet finally tied as tightly as she liked it, she turned her gaze to him once more. “Disconcerting? How?”

“It was of you. You did not make it back.” He stepped inside the little changing room fully, and reached out to her waist, calloused fingers moving over chainmail shakingly. “You fell. You were alone, no one near to offer you courage to keep fighting. And you did not return home to me.”

“We promised each other we would not have these conversations. That we would trust in each other’s abilities. That is what you said when I worried for you last time.”

“I know.” His fingers stopped shaking as they grew heavier on her waist, trying to offer a gentle gesture of reassurance. She understood, and nodded her head to let him continue. “It was not your abilities that failed you. It was your belief of whether you could make it out. And…” He pulled out a little handkerchief embroidered once by a far smaller Boromir. His initials were in the corner – a rough job meant only to teach him how to mend clothes should he need it when out and about. The fine skills were usually only taught those seeking work within the artistry of sewing. This was the work of a warrior, and a precious gift to offer.

But the imagery…

Elydia could not help but giggle at it.

“Are you offering me a lady’s favour?” she joked.

“Please be serious.” The heaviness of his words shocked Elydia into letting her smile fall. “I wish for you to have it, so you know you are not alone. So you know, you are fighting to come back home.” He shoved it into her hands and then backed up as if to avoid her shoving it back at him.

Despite finding it beyond silly as this was nothing but a dream, Elydia did not motion to give it back to him. Instead, she stared at the handkerchief for a while, then moved to tie it around her wrist, initials in facing outward for her to see. Without a word, she turned away from him and grabbed her other gauntlet, putting it on over the little favour he had offered her.

In silence, he watched her ready the gauntlet, then the rest of her armour, and lastly attaching her sword to her belt. Only then did she turn to him and smile. “Maybe I don’t believe dreams can tell the future, but I can tell this will calm your anxious mind.” Gently, she placed a gloved hand on his chest, fingertips over the white tree embroidered onto his noble clothing. “I will keep it. And I will come back.”

He took her hand in his to lift her knuckles up to his lips. “Be safe, my lady.”

“My lord,” she greeted back, smile and blush a heavy indication of her feelings for him and her appreciation toward his gentle gesture.

…

A village within the borders of Gondor had reported issues of Orc attacks at night. Of course Elydia, one of their greatest warriors, was tasked with going along with her men. It would have been foolish to send anyone else.

But this Orc pack was not like the others. They were smarter than expected, and having taken them for granted, Elydia was mortified to find herself in the exact situation Boromir had described he’d dreamed about.

One by one her men fell around her, the darkness of the night allowing for only their screams to reach her ears as they fell – which only amplified the fear this situation caused her.

Her horse squealed in fear, and she did not blame him for throwing her off his back and bolting to safety.

But she was alone now. Truly alone.

The last of her men’s screams had died out a while back.

Orcs were surrounding her, taking their time with the last soldier standing (or… lying down, really) for their own sadistic satisfaction. She could easily reach for her sword and fight as it was not far away, but one arm was definitely broken from the fall, and she had a nasty gash on her leg – there was no way she could make it out alive. There was no reason to fight.

With a sigh, she let her helmeted head rest in the grass, ready for the slow and agonising death these Orcs were going to give her… when her eyes caught sight of her wrist. There, underneath the gauntlet, a little piece of fabric was visible… a tiny sliver of white amidst the dark of her surroundings… the white city… Boromir…

The favour!

“I will keep it. And I will come back.”

She clenched her jaw to face the pain, before reaching out to her sword to fight.

Fight to get back home.

To get back home to Boromir, as she had promised.

…

For how long she had been unconscious, Elydia did not know. All she did know was that when she next awoke from a hazy adrenaline rush of pure survival instinct and dissociation so the pain would not stop her from fighting and walking, and moving home, fingers were brushing through her hair.

Not her fingers though.

There was pain, yes, but she was comfortably wrapped up in a warm sheet on a fluffy bed and pillow. The fingers running through her hair offered a calming sensation that dulled the pain for a moment enough for her eyes to flutter open.

The fingers stilled, almost as if in shock, before another hand touched her cheek and turned her head ever so slightly to the side – her eyes reached those of Boromir sitting beside her bed. He looked tired, pale even… knowing him, he’d stayed by her side since the moment she was rushed in to have her wounds treated.

“My love…” Elydia whispered through a dry throat. Relieved she had made it, she attempted to move in some way closer to him, but the pain stopped her and so did Boromir’s hushing.

“Relax… You’re home.”

“Thanks to you.” Boromir’s eyes flickered down to the handkerchief still around her wrist. Despite her half conscious state of mind, she’d refused to let anyone touch it, not even to wash it of filth and blood. It was too precious to her, now for two reasons. “I should have listened to your dream…”

“It is alright. You made it back. And you will recover.”

“I will.” Elydia’s words were filled with determination, her stubbornness not going to let her body do anything but recover.

It made Boromir chuckle a bit. His beloved Elydia.

“Good.”

He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, but as he went to straighten back up, he regretted it halfway and instead leaned down to press another kiss to her nose… then her lips…

“I wasn’t alone…” Elydia whispered, sleepy once more. “That’s why…”

“And you will never be either,” Boromir promised before kissing her lips once more, lulling her to sleep...

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[kfanopinions]

Sehun as a Boyfriend (Astrology)

i’ll be looking into sehun’s moon, venus, and mar signs for this. there will also be a below the cut section. if you are not 18+ please ignore it. enjoy!

okay this is the softest shortest and just wow reading ever lol

responsible

patient

"hopelessly devoted" he's a very devoted partner but with his two taurus placements it will take him time to get there -- once there it's all devotion

affectionate

passionate

LOYAL this man is not going to be big on cheating -- like not at all. he wants a simple life. as long as he gets that lovin' he's faithful ^^

i've got you babe wants to make partner happy

emotional

loving

long-term he prefers long-term relationships over short-term

dependable

"i can be your hero" wants to be seen as the hero in his partner's eyes

protective

"fine dining and breathing" his taurus side likes more luxurious things while his pisces side may want to make things a little simpler and cook. either way his partner should feel all the feels ^^

jealousy! this came up twice. so he could have jealous moments every now and then

"slow and steady wins the race" wants to be able to take things slow and get to know his partner to ensure a long lasting relationship

love language gift giving could be part of his love language

below the cut

if you are not over the age of 18 do not interact

foreplay

give into the five senses candles, oils, feathers, music, etc. -- anything that can stimulate the five senses he could like

sensitive

seduction i feel like instead of his partner pouncing on him saying "i want to f*ck" it would be better to get him in the mood. so they'll need to get in touch with their inner seductress ^^

erogenous zones hands, feet, and neck could all be sensitive areas

spiritual intense, deep, and passionate sex. more like a spiritual connection/transformation between him and his partner

wet and wild sex overall could be "wet" or he may want to have sex in water (pool, shower, ocean, etc.)

morning glory if talked about beforehand he may be interested in being woken up with oral sex

cute and cuddly seriously everything is just super soft with him O.O like super super soft haha

[blackjackkent]

Started wandering south of the Waning Moon and the dream guardian, who's been pretty quiet for a while, suddenly piped up: "We're close. I can feel it - the Absolute. Its power is strong here." We're definitely getting close to Moonrise Towers.

Not going there quite yet though, as there's one more big building to look into in the corrupted Selunite village, which upon approach pops up the label "Reithwin Tollhouse". As with the other buildings, someone is shouting inside.

There's also a floating skull, because of course there is:

"You should leave now," it intones when spoken to "I should have left when I still could."

Believe me, Hector would very much like to be anywhere but here.

Panning the camera around, we once again get a sneak peek at the local monster, and wouldn't you know, it's another Thorm!

Goodie. Holy shit look at that health bar. O.O That's almost three times what Malus and Thisobald had. Looking at her detail screen, it's because of all the coin armor, which is increasing her health considerably. Wonder if the idea here is going to be to somehow convince her to take her clothes off.

Anyway, no way out but through, Hector, let's go get this over with.

---

The huge, ungainly woman wheels around with a sniff of the air as they crest the stairs. Coins clatter around her, falling off her armor and out of the heavy bags attached around her waist.

"What do you BRING?" she bellows without preamble. Her face is hidden behind the golden mask, but her voice rings with undirected greed and rage.

Once again we have a few entertaining options here:

3, 5, and 6 are all certainly things Hector would like to say, but he doesn't think they will get him anywhere. And, while he hasn't really done a good job of gathering it at the last two Thorm encounters, they really do need information.

Hector blinks very rapidly at her, thinking fast. "What do you require?" he asks carefully.

"I REQUIRE GOOOOOOLD," the latest Thorm monster bellows.

Could have expected that, I suppose, Hector thinks. "It seems to me you have enough," he says, looking the creature up and down.

"NO," the creature roars at once. There's a strange sort of desperation in the cry, some urge driving her beyond human understanding. "NO. NOOO! YOU MUST PAY!"

They've no shortage of gold, but what is the point of indulging this monster? "If I give you gold, what do I get in return?" Hector asks.

"YOU CAN PASS..." The roar is oddly conversational now, but still bellowed from the bottom of the creature's range. "BUT FIRST YOU MUST PAY."

Hector hesitates, then reaches into his pack and pulls out a gold piece, flicking it into the air towards her.

She catches it, stares down at it in her palm. Then with an abrupt, spasmodic movement, she shoves it towards her masked face. There is a flash of light around her fingers and the gold piece sizzles into dust, absorbed into the great bulk.

She wheels on him, the desperation back in the booming voice. "AGAIN!"

Hector reaches into his pack again, then pauses, his hand around another gold piece. "How much do you want, exactly?" They could be at this all day at this rate.

"ALL THAT YOU HAVE," she roars hungrily.

Hector considers. A fair amount of their gold is stashed back at camp as it had been becoming unwieldy; this horrifying adventure has been surprisingly lucrative overall. But what he is carrying on him is a significant amount - and he has no doubt this creature would be able to smell it on him if he tried to keep anything back.

But what does he need gold for? What remains at camp is plenty for their supplies, and he has no need of it for more material pursuits. A few small gifts for Karlach have been the extent of his purchases beyond the needs of their survival.

And...he would really, really prefer not to fight yet another of Thorm's blasphemous offspring. The misery of the encounters with Malus and Thisobald is still very much with him, churning his stomach and prickling his skin.

He pulls the whole coin pouch from his hip and drops it with a heavy thunk onto the floor between them.

She scoops it up, buries her masked face in it like a wild dog ripping into the corpse of its prey.

Then she leans back, turns her face to the ceiling, and lets out a low, sated growl. "ENOUGH. YES," she rumbles. "YOU MAY PASS."

And then she turns and walks away, leaving Hector and his companions standing there looking bemused.

----

"Hope that was a good idea, Hec," Karlach mutters. "That was a lot of gold."

"Roughly six thousand," Gale agrees. "If I've been keeping a proper mental ledger."

"And? We have nearly as much back at camp," Hector says moodily. "Did you wish to fight that monstrosity?"

A slight pause. Then Gale shrugs. "I don't know that it would be high on my list of activities for the day, no."

"So." Hector nods, running a hand down his face. "We give her the gold and move on."

"Just as well," Shadowheart comments, startling all of them. It's the first time she has spoken since Hector's explosion at her back in the House of Healing. "My Lady would no doubt call it a curse of avarice to carry so much. Better to pass it back to the shadows."

Hector blinks, turns to glance at her thoughtfully for a moment. "I suspect my Lady would agree, although not in the same terms," he finally says slowly.

The flicker of a smile touches her face, almost invisible in the dimness and immediately replaced by her usual stony caution. "Let us see what we have bought with our passage through this place, and then be done with it."

[theflagscene]

Hello!

Would you be able to share more about the issue with Zee and Saint? I have never heard about this before and I really thought they had great chemistry. O.o

You’re right, they had great chemistry. Zee was a fan of Saint long before he ever started acting and credited Saint for helping him learn the ropes and really bringing his acting skill up to a professional level while they worked together on Why R U? They had a great behind the scenes friendship and often showed up to support one another at events, Zee even surprised Saint on his birthday with a cake and gifts at a fan meet before the pair went out for dinner together. Zee waited until 11:59pm to tweet out his birthday message to his ‘Nong Bunny’ because he wanted to be the last one that got to say it to Saint before the day ended, so clearly their friendship was great.

Then the downfall started, Saint playfully joked in a couple interviews about Zee falling asleep during a photoshoot they were doing, which was honestly a sweet story about a poor overworked guy, but Zee’s management did not take kindly to it and according to bts sources, started to treat Saint coldly because they thought he was trying to paint Zee in an unprofessional light. Considering Saint’s history with being treated like shit by his acting partners management team (ie: Perth’s manager claiming the only reason Saint was so being offered so many roles after LBC aired was because he was being ‘offered’ up to powerful men in the industry by his management team) Saint and his management team did not take kindly to Zee’s team trying to drag him, they weren’t going to let it get to the level of scandal that had happened with Perth.

Just a note: Perth’s manager rescinded his claims and apologized on his IG for claiming that Saint - who was still just a teenager at the time - was selling his body for roles, which there was never any proof of him doing. And even if he had been some sort of sex worker, that would’ve been no one’s business but his own to begin with. 

Back to Zee, because of this, Saint pulled back slightly and was less chatty about Zee. Although a lot of Zee’s fans saw this as Saint attacking Zee and his work ethic, so they started harassing Saint online which again just caused Saint to step back further. Then a pretty damning 2017 video of Zee harassing women on the street as part of a hidden camera DMD segment surfaced where he asked them if he could ‘milk’ them, leaving people pretty disgusted. Zee and his people tried to do damage control and put out a statement about how wrong it was that he had taken part and that he’d grown as a person, etc. By that point Saint had pretty much stopped all public communication with Zee for not only his own mental health but also to keep his career as far away from that misogyny as possible. Whenever asked about their relationship, both claim nothing is wrong and that they were friends and everything is fine behind the scenes. Although Zee’s lack of attendance at Saint’s graduation did not go unnoticed, as he had many of his Why R U costars and Idol Factory actors there with him to congratulate him.

They did a couple more meets together, although they were distant and there is no fanservice at all. They are very professional and kind, but the comfort they once had with each other was clearly lacking. To this day, Saint will often get asked about both Perth and Zee. He and Perth are still very good friends, because it was neither of them that started the issue back during the LBC era, instead it was Perth’s then manager. They both talk often, according to them. Whereas when asked about Zee, Saint gives a generic answer of how Zee is a busy man, talented and of course he and Zee get along. Although it seems as if they haven’t had any actual one on one contact in quite a few years, and any time Zee is asked about Saint he tends to change the subject pretty quickly.

Considering Zee is the older of the two, I was shocked at how badly he handled everything at the time. Saint was hardly perfect, he vague tweeted a few times and did pout a bit, but he was still barely in his twenties at the time while Zee was already in his mid/late twenties and should’ve handled the hurt feelings of a kid better than he did. I like Zee as an actor, but as a person, he seems sort of smug and self important. Which makes me worry about Nunew’s future with their ship, because he’s so much younger than Zee, I hate to think of yet another kid getting crushed under his boot as a stepping stone for bigger and better things.

[islib]

Hermitcraft S10 Starting, here's pretty much every thought I've had while watching the first batch of first episodes that seemed worth writing down

ZombieCleo first

Why do they keep making Mumbo give the starting speech lmaooooo

"It's a Skizz!" "And a Joel!"

X first on fire. It's season X time. "That's a really bad start - noone punch me."

...wait what - oh they ARE playing Demise!

MYSTERY GIFTS!

they're so professional you guys

oooooh coop caving!

why is Joe on a horse that's Bdubs's job

what is that team name, Ren, why

"mustard milklies" thanks Beef for making it worse, thanks Cleo for trying to intervene

oh this is gonna be fun from multiPOV "I found a massive hole" "where's the big hole you promised me Cleo" my gods

Doc has a bed thing and bloodthirst, love it

oh the mustard milk team is going for lies, NICE

"Willage" is a very funny concept

"Huh, who mocked my accent?" "Nobody, I don't know what she's talking about!" "...hm? Canadian? Eh?"

Cleo's already resorting to threats against her own team!

"Oh, milk tots!"

oh no, Wels's power went out right before the recording?

lapis is now dubbed "french blue stuff"

"I am a child and so are you!" Cleo @ Doc

"OH IMPULSE IS GONE!" *cue celebration* FIRST DEATH

"Cleo, lie to me and tell me you believe in me." "I think you're a beautiful person, Skizz." "...that hurt even more!"

mustard mouse pads - or whatever it was

Ren's dead! We get all his stuff!

15 minutes left milk moustaches!

how did Ren already manage to name a place "The Hillock"

Doc is only PC for salmon, worried about "the salmon twitter mob"

season 10 stands for X-rated, according to Beef.

Doc doesn't understand cooperativeness. Doc needs to win things. "It's non-competitive- why am I even here?" "Remember: he doesn't like to DO anything." (ref to previously misheard "I don't like to do editing")

Skizz's first impression of Doc on the server, simplified: "So you guys are my team? So I kill you guys?"

Cleo is the only person to play "real Hermitcraft" last season on the mustard m-whatevers. By their own words. Beef believes her definition of "playing real Hermitcraft" is debatable.

Doc just dug a hole. He doesn't do anything.

Suddenly, "not doing anything" is, I guess, a redstoner trait in general? Ren accused Mumbo.

Mumbo needs someone to hold his heels and earrings so he can clobber Ren, I think

Cleo's being a horsegirl? What is this season?

Bdubs really trying to invoke Clethubs in order to get a saddle, huh

noone is scared of Ren.

False-Ren-Cleo plateup reference!!!

Statue book acquired. Priorities in check for Cleo.

gosh I hate Nether early game, I'm so tense just watching

oh that is tragic. RIP.

Cleo's looking to base with people! Yays!

Nice to meet you, Jason Pendergast! What a name!

oooooh new outro music? I think? fun!

Xisuma second (because it's season X)

half a heart during the intro. what a start, X. (tbf, totally cub's fault, he nudged him, I saw it!)

...what the heck is the Hillock, Ren?

Zed's doing things going "No hands!"

oh dear, chat errors o.O

"hey Ren! I totally forgot what group I'm in." what a derp.

wonderful intro, Ren, thanks for the professionalism

my gosh it's the X guys together

AND joehills? this group can't do any wrong! AND THE KERALIS MAN YAYS

"some funny clips" *insert cave-in*

"Hazardous terrain!" "Hazardous teammate, you mean!"

X stop playing with lava, it's not your friend

...dear gods the caves don't like Xisuma

so many Xisuma noises

"I was trying to jumpscare you... but I'm bad at that" Xisuma you make so many random noises, nobody gets shocked anymore <3

nobody remembers to check for Keralis - and this forgettability transfers to the teams Keralis is on. how dare, Ren?

Ren can't count! and everyone else forgot!

doc's doing a communal starter village? everyone's gonna be endgame next week! (probably sooner!)

wonder what the purple wool is for

...not vampires, X. reapers aren't vampires. I don't think anyone's drinking blood yet XD

I think X has some misconceptions about this Demise variant. Might just be me though. (I do know Skizz didn't "get" Cleo, however)

X is starting at a villager house!

StressStressStressStress

first Hermit to capture an attempt at coordination (Ren's being very serious)

hypno is better than everyone (already working)

"I don't wanna die... wait, if Ren can do it, I can do it!" that's right Stress

"I think if you die you should be punished" Well, Ren. We'll see how you feel in a few minutes.

[I took a break to make waffles, don't mind me...]

this team is not creeper-friendly

Mumbo is so brave

why is there just redstone on the floor. who's decorating the camp with bloodstains.

...they've decorated with an OR-gate. yeah this sure is the team with Mumbo and iskall on it.

Ren's adding chairs. On brand.

do not let Ren go caving, why would you do that?

"kill them! kill Etho, he's washed." I see we're keeping that joke xD

iskall's washed now. Etho's washed him. with a water bucket. (yes I do think I'm funny)

Ren's organising (he does not want to cave - Ren, you're the one organising the caving. why.)

cat is a good funeral song for RentheDog

they've buried a pig's head, a lever, a sunflower and two raw chicken. RIP RentheRandomItems

WHAT IS THE HILLOCK

...I think Stress discovered world's tiniest cherry biome. It's well cute though.

oh gods iskall's poor voice right the week of both VH and HC recordings, poor man

love the way cub's apparently a hermitcrab who's given up his shelter for greener pastures

if this was anyone but iskall and stress, I'd be worried about this cave expedition

iskall and stress shared spawner, I'm having flashbacks

why are you two counting blocks. you can tell each other the coordinates. the ever efficient duo! (love them to bits)

HOUSE SKELETONS!

wait sorry iskall "you can fortune potatoes" ? I think you may have case of modbrain. I may be wrong, but I don't think that's a vanilla thing...

season of the horsegirls

Hello sir Meepalot!

Stress survived the scary eyes man (Keralis has no lava)

oooooh aesthetic animal pens!!!! that's the stuff!!!!

...not the Ren Mound, the 10 does stand for X-rated after all

Ren: "I notice you don't have much armor on." *Stress suits up* We continue the trend of "noone is scared of Ren"

peace and love in the neighbourhood

"You're welcome in my mound whenever" why does it sound SO WRONG

Stress's farms are so cute I'm gonna die

Stress getting ready to breed (the villagers. get your mind out the gutter.)

Ren was next on my list, but I'm out of time. I probably won't do this for the rest of the vids just on account of time scarcity T-T

[maranull]

Okay that gif's a lot bigger than I expected it to be O.O ~Prompt Delivery!!~

Your options are: 1) Write a scene including these three things: a candle, a shooting star, & a rose. 2) Silver and Gold: What's Marika's favorite thing about Rennala? & Rennala's favorite about Marika? 3) & a prompt sentence I'm just straight-up yoinking from an enemies-to-lovers prompt list I have saved: "No one has to know about us; I know this could ruin you."

^_^ Have fun! (& I hope at least one of these inspires something!)

Lex! Hellooo!! Those are wonderful prompts, thank you! I thought about writing them all, but I have absolutely zero ideas about no3, and no2 would be spoiler-y for the fic if I wrote it as a scene :P

So! I wrote something for no1, and threw my ideas for no2 as small notes after that.

1)

The night was dark, the new moon and stars hidden behind thin white clouds. It was silent too, with only the rare clunking of armoured boots coming from the town's watchtowers. The silence would last for long though. In a couple hours, the bakers would wake up, and with the warm scent of their work, the town would gently follow.

Not her though.

She hadn’t slept at all tonight. She had faked drowsiness, of course, when her husband joined their bed, but she was up and out of the covers as soon as she heard his breathing relax. She was still sitting on the bed, her feelings pushing her to get up but her thoughts fighting back.

She was looking towards the dark nightstand, where she knew his wedding gift was. A rose in a small glass dome. It was a polite gift and one that her husband had always been considerate of. They had closed 10 years together, and in all this time, he would replenish the rose each time it withered. Of all the ways an arranged, loveless marriage could go, theirs had probably gone the best. Both of them did their part, and both respected each other's decisions. The woman was grateful for her luck.

Yet, as she looked towards the imprisoned rose, something inside her was screaming. It was irrational and even childish. Her mind dreamed of new places, the fear and joy of new experiences, new faces, places where she could unshackle herself, free of the manners a married woman of the town should keep. She wanted to run, she wanted to laugh without thought, she wanted to scream.

She wondered if the rose felt the same way. It had sun and water, it was sheltered from the wind and frost. Yet it felt not the touch of wind, the caress of rain or the hug of the soil.

Taking a deep breath, she stood to her feet. In the dark, she walked to the dresser and picked a few travel clothes she deemed necessary. In her activity, her mind still trailed back to the rose and also, to her sleeping husband. She wondered how his days would change from now on. Would he wake earlier to make breakfast, or would he prepare something cold the night before? Would he feel relieved that he would now only have himself to provide for? Would he miss her? Would she miss him? She shook her head. Questions for another time.

It didn’t take her long to gather most essentials. She took some of the salted meat, one of their big water jugs and the last day’s leftover bread. She packed them all neatly in a sack and let it rest next to a lantern by the door.

As she walked down the stairs to the cellar where their candles were stored, an idea struck her. It would risk waking up the man, and it would only give her fleeting satisfaction, but the moment the thought came to mind, she became dead set on doing it. Rushing a bit, she grabbed two handfuls of candle sticks for the lantern and quietly rushed up the stairs again.

After repacking the sack, she took hold of one of the candles and walked outside. She shivered in the sudden cold. Quickly she made her way to the light pole closest to home, borrowing its flame with the candle.

Then she was back in her house again, returning for the last time.

With gentle quiet steps, she entered the bedroom, her eyes shifting from the man to the rose and back to him again. To her relief, the light only made him turn away and pull the covers over his head.

With more confidence now, she took the dome off the rose. It was at its first stages of wilting, and a lone petal fell to the floor. She picked up the rose, with a gentleness that its thorns didn’t dare pierce, and she placed it on the stone floor next to its lost petal. Then, she ran the flame throughout the stem, lighting the flower on fire. She hoped the man would get the message.

Exiting the house for the final time, she looked to the sky, looking for something. Reassurance? Strength? Blessings? Willpower? She didn’t really know.

And she didn’t know what the shooting star she saw across the sky gave her, but it was enough to get her moving.

Like it, she would cross the world. Like it, her dreams would shine brighter than the mundaneness of her past. Like it, she would move forward.

~End

This probably counts as multiple scenes, and I'm not 100% sure that I communicated the story as well as I wanted to, but I spent a couple hours being lost on how to improve it, so... This will have to do. Hope you like it!

2)

And the Silver and Gold notes are:

Marika’s favourite thing is how Rennala takes on her leader duties. Neither of them was raised to be a Queen, but Rennala took on that duty naturally, with ease and composure, while Marika still struggles to keep up the appearance of regality.

Rennala’s favourite thing is Marika’s sincerity and bluntness. Granted, Marika is only sincere towards Rennala and her kids, anyone else is fair game for deceit and manipulation. But even in her most untrustworthy moments, she is as blunt and direct as she can be and Rennala loves it.

~

Thank you so much for the prompts!! no1 actually made me really want to write some original fiction, there's something really cool about the freedom you can have with it. At least compared to the way I personally write fanfiction. I might start exploring an idea or two I had in my old notes...

But yeah! Really, really loved these prompts, thank you so much! <333

(￣︶￣)/

[tirsden]

Today in Sims 4 home makeovers ala Wednesday Addams, we have another episode of "Which Big-Name Townie Is Mysteriously Dead Now?" It would seem that Malcolm Landgraab kicked the bucket, on his home lot this time because I found his tombstone. Nancy also just had/adopted a baby recently, and since the renovation was for a room of my choice, the top floor office became the new toddler's room. Thankfully I noticed before doing too much work, that for some reason deleting certain objects in that office clears out every stick of furniture on the second floor. Riiight, that happened in the last Dream Home Decorator playthrough... sigh. Using the moveobjects cheat fixes that, at least, and I'd saved just prior to editing the lot.

After giving Nancy's new kiddo a very red Queen Anne-ish paradise, we headed to the Harris house for two gigs. Firstly, a room for their own kiddos (which used to be the office) and for me, an exercise in one of my challenge colors: yellow. It's a hard one for me to work in, but the end result gets a thumbs-up from the aesthetic sector of my brain so we’re calling it a win. For the second reno, the next day the Harrises wanted a nursery addition. I think this might be the first time I've added on to a house, because I don't remember the original outer wall being uneditable. To take the final screenshots, I switched to the family's household and fixed up that wall so it looks nice, instead of the out-of-place paneling that was stuck there during the renovation phase. The last pic shows the outside changes to the first floor, with the nursery being the new bit closest to the camera. They wanted 22 tiles of room exactly, so that's what they got.

Everybody liked their stuffs and Wednesday got a promotion. Omnomnom, moving up in the world... and making way more money selling gifted promotional furniture that’s been coming in the mail than from her actual decorating gigs. o.O;;

[bemylord]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴜꜱꜱʏ

characters: yuuji, 'gumi, toji, satoru, kento, sukuna.

warnings: smut, aged up, oral, creampie, multiply orgasms, sitting on face [?], edging, squirt, toys or boys who know how to make you squirt.

butler's remark: ( ◕▿◕ ) hello ¿ i'm here with another smut hdc. nothing new: sukuna being sukuna, nanami is a daddy and satoru being mr. steal your girl. well, toji is a toji too <3 enjoy reading, lord!

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

sit. on. his. face.

like really, pure boy would be crying for the sake of tight hole. literally, yuuji having a facesitting kink: without any wobbling or hesitationhe'd be well-fed by your cum.

the type of boiz who would to be glad be choking by your thighs as you barely holding yourself back from flattening his face.

it may seem as he enjoys that more than you by seeing his complacent face as he's masterfully flicking his tongue on your clit and making shrill fondles your dripping hole. you haven't got any other option but to sit on his face.

your morning starts with his mouth on your pussy or kisses on the pubis as he greets on with his morning, husky voice: 'just wanna say good morning to your pussy if you don't mind'

sorry, but.. who doesn't mind..?

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

the case when the son takes after his father.

at first, he didn't know how to please you. don't get him wrong, he knew he should lick your sensitive area and play with your nipples. but, you know, the puberty period is over and he still a baby in sex.

give 'gumi his time and you'd cry over his tongue as he starts from your lips to the pussy, shattering you using one finger and tongue.

like yuuji, megumi will lick every last drop of your oozing little entrance as you got lost in paradise.

gets insatiable of it if you'd pull his hair to see his mouth has being messy of your cum as he quickly licks his fertilized lips with your juices.

he might summoned his divine dogs as gets addicted to your hole. 'i can get enough of your juicy place, my love'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

the daddy knows how to do it. when he's in the mood to play or destroy you and your pretty cunt, he doesn't need his dick, girl.

his pads of fingers playing with the place you're needy for, contemplate as to how you wriggle like a snake underneath his fingers.

will whisper some dirty phrase such as: 'such a pathetic whore you're' or 'can't wait for my dick, huh?'

toji won't hold back if you will squirt on the bed. your mind being mushed and you have lost the clarity as you came on his mouth by your third time.

the perfect timing for thrust in your swollen cunt with his cock.

but nah, this daddy for sure will turn your mind off, literally and fucking literally, as you're illegible pleading for his cock.

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

heaven has sent you a divine gift and a hellish torment, and the name is satoru fucking gojo.

his tongue has a target in the swollen spot, his slender fingers inside your gooey pussy.

into toys, i guarantee you this point. the vibrator, flogger, vibrator panties. about vibrators - is more likely to tie you up and turn on some vibrator while wanking his dick. o.o i... you.. just pretend..

he's kind of like all the other guys, like yuuji or nanami but he's sort of being a gojo satoru.

huge teaser. teasing and teasing and teasing you while railing and spinning nimble tongue on your pussy.

probably likes to do it at the technical college, in his office as you're quelling any sounds that letting out from your mouth with every thrust satoru's tip on your hole. 'be a good girl and stay quiet when you cum'

but how you could?

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

daddy kento is certainly into the fingering while licking your clit.

he'd relentlessly leave abrupt strokes against your entrance as spanking your butt cheeks. he makes sure he's brainwashed you enough for his cock, meticulously staring as a stripe of your cum oozing down towards your asshole.

although he's making out with your pussy if you were a good-good girl for your daddy, obey his order.

mostly it's about sucking his properly, touching his pubis with the tip of your nose, being choked by it.

if you disturbed or interrupted him in his office, kento with precision will edge you in his little room.

minor hickeys on your inner thighs as he teases you, compelling you to plea as his ears being in heaven by your celestial [?] whining.

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

after dinner there's dessert, right? i mean, i know you wanna read about him.

if we're talking about the place who'd lick you - everywhere. in his domain? you'll squirt on his throne. if itadori switches the body with the king? itadori's bed will be soaked by your juices. somewhere in the public? you should be quiet.

certainly destroy with his tongue as he's fluttering over your drooling hole, eliciting your mooing as you're practically shaken, reaching the highest.

loves to watch as your juices oozing on your inner thighs, licking that area, as you stuck your ass more, pleading for his big cock.

the king definitely into making you squirt.

ok, but, i know it's silly, but.

imagine sukuna with four arms?? i mean, his dick is better than arms but if sukuna would somehow switch into his previous form, you'd have overdosed with fingers. imagine the next one: sukuna tied your hands above your head, holding ankles on his shoulders as his other two hands are on your hole. whilst one palm is stretching your walls, another one is making circles on your clit.

( ◕▿◕ )

well. yeah. do you think sukuna is a cat person or pussy person? hehe, sorry ;)

also abt satoru: there are very, very many different vibrators, i think you even have your own red room ;)

[starsofmilos]

Wow (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request:Hi! I saw ur requests were open and i love your adrian chase fics kzkzskdk is it okay if you make a fic with vigilante meeting quiet black widow reader and he's really like o.o when he sees her being brutal on the battle field 💛

Synopsis: Adrian has really never met anyone like you before.

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, minor angst, mentions of sex, violence 

If there was one word Adrian could describe you with it’d be wow. That was the first thought that came to his mind when he saw you. It had been after he joined the team. His first time seeing you. You were so quiet, but so beautiful in his eyes.

You had been part of the IT team helping John with your knowledge in hacking and computers. Your first interaction with him, he had to ask you to speak up because he couldn’t hear you say hi to him.

Now Adrian had finally managed to break down some of those walls and become friends with you. You were still quiet sometimes, but that was okay. He had no problem filling in most of the conversation. He knew you were listening. You always listened to him even though you didn’t really engage that much. He liked that about you. 

He liked pretty much everything about you. You still called him Vigilante though. Adrian had asked you many times to call him by his name and you said out of respect for him and his need to keep his identity secret you’d only ever call him Vig. If he was out of his suit in public, you would call him Ad.

It worked out for you. His main goal was to get you to have a conversation with him and for you to say his name. You were one of the only people to tolerate him and not think he was weird. It wasn’t hard for him to fall for you and he fell hard. He’d go out of his way to make you smile. Chris had noticed too. 

“Dude don’t be a pussy and just ask them out.” “Not until I can get her to say my name! And I’m not being a pussy I just think I’d intimidate her.” He wasn’t usually good on picking up on social cues, but he had studied you enough to figure out when you were getting overwhelmed.

He still needed help on somethings and you more than happily agreed to help him. You both had your own codes. When you felt nervous, you’d reach for his thumb. Scared?, you’d tap his thigh twice. When you were happy, you’d just give him a smile that you had only reserved for him. 

His heart basically leaped out of his chest, when you had handed him a small gift one day. You didn’t say much just a simple ‘For you.’ Letting him open it excitedly, he gasped seeing two magnetic friendship bracelets. “Does this mean I’m your friend!?” He asked excitedly as you nodded. 

“You are my best friend...I know Chris is your best friend and that’s fine..but you’re mine.” You mumbled out before getting back to work. He grinned wildly sliding it onto his wrist as you wordlessly handed him your wrist letting him put it on. John and Emilia had been shocked when you spoke to Adrian. That was the most they’ve ever heard from you. 

It was then they figured out, you had a soft spot for Adrian. They were happy to see you slowly climbing out of your shell. So it wasn’t a big surprise to them when they saw you losing your shit once Adrian had been taken along with Chris and Leota. Adrian had been worried sick wondering if they had gotten you three as well. More importantly you. He wanted nothing more than to protect you. 

Now as he sat here tied up with Chris and Adebayo. He was really regretting letting his last conversation with you be about Shrek the Third. You had been making a game plan with John and Emilia. “So it’s in agreement Y/N goes in alone while we set up out here.” John asked them.

They nodded as you readied up angrily. “They’re gonna be okay.” Emilia tried to console you. “They better be or I swear I am going to burn the whole place down.” 

“You sure you don’t want backup in there? You haven’t been out in the field for a while?” “Trust me I work better alone. You take out the ones outside.” She nodded as you loaded your pistol sliding it into your belt. 

Adrian struggled once more as they kicked Chris in the chest. “What do you know about the black widow?!” “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking about?!” He yelled out angrily as Leota grimaced seeing them punch him. They were asking about you. She knew all the information they wanted.

Chris and Adrian weren’t told anything. You didn’t want them to know for their safety. “Bullshit! We know you all work with her!” They yelled out before stopping pulling out a knife heading towards Adrian. 

“If you don’t talk, we’re gonna start cutting up your friend-” “I wouldn’t do that.” Leota cut them off. “Look I know what information you’re looking for, and I can honestly tell you. You all dumb idiots pissed her off. If- No not if, when. When she comes here and sees you hurt us, she’s gonna kill you. I promise you. And It is not gonna be a quick death especially if you hurt that one.” They smirked dragging the knife along Adrian’s cheek. “So it’s a girl...let her come.” Adrian groaned out as they cut his cheek. 

You had crawled in through the vents dropping in. One by one each one you ran into died as you shot precisely. You grabbed your knife jumping on a guy as he raised his gun wrapping your legs around his head stabbing him repeatedly before rolling off of him grabbing his gun shooting the other two men who came after you. 

Adrian and Chris looked at each other in confusion hearing all the groaning and gun fire outside. “Go check it out!” The guy who had been torturing Adrian yelled at his partner. He nodded running to the door gasping out as it was kicked open.

He choked as you shoved a gun down his throat pulling the trigger. The man shook in fear as you looked up glaring at him dropping the gun you had just shoved into the mans mouth. “Guard-” 

“They’re all gone buddy.” You growled out heaving. “There were thirty-” “I know. I watched this place for the past hour to get the intel I needed. Eight men on the outside. Twenty-two inside. My friend got the eight. I got the rest.” Adrian’s mouth fell open in shock. 

You had never looked more beautiful to him than now. Yes you were covered in blood, but it was the hottest thing he had ever seen. You smiled a bit seeing Adrian look at you with an awestruck expression. “Wow...dude your so hot right now..” Adrian mumbled out as Chris looked shock while Leota smirked.

Glaring at the man as you saw the wounds on Chris and Adrian. Leota had only suffered a minor injury to the head. Pulling out a knife, the man panicked grabbing Adrian by the throat threatening to kill him. 

“Get away from me! You bitch!” Adrian struggled a bit. Tensing up you laughed a bit seeing a loose piece of the lights hanging from the ceiling. “Okay look I’ma throw my knife away. Just don’t hurt him.” You threw your knife up running quickly as he looked up tackling Adrian out of the way as the light structure fell crushing him. Grabbing the gun he had on the small table where the torture tools were, you stalked to him before emptying the clip in his head.

Adrian’s mouth hung open as you ran untying Leota. She helped you by untying Chris as you ran to Adrian. “Hey you okay? They didn’t hurt you too bad right? Because backup is coming and I’m probably gonna need your help.” You chuckled seeing him look at you in shock. “Dude?” Adrian sat up as you cut the ropes off of him. “Wow...” He quietly mumbled out standing up with you. “Adrian? You’re kinda freaking me out-” Adrian cut you off pulling you into a deep kiss.

You made a muffled noise as he pushed his tongue into your mouth.Panting heavily as he pulled away feeling your saliva hit your chin. He didn’t care that you were covered in blood he needed to kiss you.  “You said my name!” Adrian yelled out in realization.

“That’s what your hung up on!” Chris yelled out as he grabbed their stuff. “Yeah she finally said my name!!!” You stood frozen in shock as Adrian hugged you. He pulled back feeling you shake. “Oh no was that too much for you!” You nodded a bit getting nervous grabbing his thumb. 

“She just killed an entire group of men and a kiss made her nervous?!” Chris handed Adrian his helmet looking at you in shock. Hiding behind Adrian, you grumbled feeling Chris and Leota’s eyes on you. “Dude my girlfriend is just hot like that.”

Whining a bit, you buried your head in his back hearing him. “You haven’t even asked her out.” “Uh I just did and I know she said yes to it because I felt her write it on my back.” You nodded smiling a bit. 

“Okay we need to get out of here.” Leota mumbled out grabbing some guns laying around. Adrian looked in awe as you four fought your way out by the backup that came running in. 

Once in the van, Adrian sat next to you holding your hand letting you play with his fingers. “I’m glad you’re safe Adrian and about what was said in there..Do you really want me to be your girlfriend?...” He chuckled a bit seeing you suddenly so nervous. You went from a killing machine to overwhelmed mess really quick.

“Of course I do Y/N. Man I will never get tired of hearing you say my name. I can’t wait for when I hear you scream it.” Choking a bit, you stared at him as he smiled setting his hand on your thigh. “Adrian..” You whispered out embarrassed. “Gross...” Leota and Chris mumbled out as Emilia and John smiled happy, disgusted, but mostly happy for you. You found someone to finally be yourself around. 

[passmethatcokezero]

How’s Seungcheol in bed? 👀

I wish he'd let me know himself 👀 lmao ALRIGHT, here's how I would describe Seungcheol in bed:

(no warnings; read at your own risk. no sensitive topics tho ^^)

Firstly, he demands ZERO distraction.

"But, it's my boss..." You spoke in between breaths, peeking at the vibrating phone on the bedside table. "C'mon, that goddamn son of a bitch is the reason I'm relieving your stress!" "Language, babe!" He then pins your hand against the bed when you tried reaching for it. "It's outside working hours, he should know his place, and you better prioritize yourself for once like how I do, understand princess?"

Quiet. Not that him moaning hurts his ego - well a good 2% of it maybe - but he would always rather focus on your pleasure than his. Although, he does let out the hottest growls and sweetest whimper as he gets his release, or every time you give him...

P R A I S E S. Oh how he loved hearing your moans mixed with compliments that feed his energy. You just have to give him all the praises he needed to hear if you wanted to last longer.

"Babe, ahh. Your thighs make me so, so weak," you cried, feeling the curling of your tummy as you humped his hard rock thighs with your bare pussy. "That leather pants you wore this morning, oh god," a moan escapes his mouth, and you felt his muscles contract. "Did daddy made you wet seeing me on stage?" "So, so wet I had to touch myself - humph - I-I'm coming!"

It's a no-brainer, he totally is a dom. He would be so cute during your date, whining at how you ate that last piece steak he reserved for Kkuma, and then turns a 360° once he gets you by himself.

His voice would go one and a half pitch down as he rams his thick cock into your hole.

Loves kisses (so much, and sloppy, deep kisses make him go crazy) and groping. I mean, for what are those biceps if he doesn't use them on you?

most of the time would rip your clothes (well, he can always buy you one, he protests.)

He wanted to top you most of the time (he owns the position), but he'd take into consideration your beg to sit on his dick just like tonight.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking big," "Do I stretch you good, princess?" "You always do, babe - fuck!" You were already seeing stars, as he hit the spot while under you all the while entertaining your erect nipples, trailing licks and kisses.

can make you come in three minutes :) or less if it really needed to be quick o.o

ASS-LOVER. He had said it once, and can never confess to saying it: it was your thick ass that got him crazy about your body. He loves squeezing them, leaving hand prints on the cheeks; slapping them if he gets to fuck you from behind; or sandwich his length between you luscious buns; or even bury his face on it as he makes you feel good with his mouth.

finds you really hot on every lingerie he gifted you but more when bare naked, no matter how many times he have glorified it.

definitely knows how his thighs ALONE can make you CUH-RAY-ZYYYYY

....and would take advantage of it by wearing shorts whenever he comes over, or in tights after working out.

you never catches how he makes you the one to initiate. (or maybe you're just always horny when you see his thighs.)

Would prefer lights on, dim that is. He'd love to see your face contort to every pound, and how your face and neck would moisten with sweat, trailing down your chest.

Fan of biting, but not if he does it. He does not want to hurt you like that so unless you beg for your life, he doesn't let his teeth (nor his huge hands) tarnish your beautiful skin.

Would throw you to bed if the sex was out of jealousy, though. Still careful not you hitting anything that can hurt.

You gasped at the force as he your body sprung on the mattress. "You thought I did not see, huh?" "Wha-what are you talki-" "So you let Joshua blow your neck right when I was gone to get us some drink?" "Our FRIEND is treating a mosquito bite for fuck's sake, Choi Seungcheol!" The night dawned with him having thoughts of breeding you, nonetheless. he just can't wait to have an actual baby Choi - a living proof that he is yours and you, his.

Does not approve toys because he is determined he is much better than those and he is enough. Which is true, actually. Although, one time you introduced him to a vibrator Jeonghan has gifted you as "something essential"

"I'd use that if I am not with you," He kisses your neck gently, not showing a bit of interest in the idea. "But, it'll make you come instantly!" "Exactly why I don't like them!" "For me, please babe." You kissed him on the lips as he gives in to your request. And yep, he definitely enjoyed it, and you more, having him writhe yet still powerful to send you to nirvana.

would he curse? of course! but only does it behind his lips.

loves saying and hearing dirty words.

has a fetish of commanding you to touch yourself in front of him

or would watch an erotica with you as you both feel yourselves.

LOVES. TASTING. YOU. cos you are so damn sweet, so smooth under his tongue. once he was just eating you out all night as his supposed punishment and you squirted and came thrice you were so embarrassed. he has been teasing you about it ever since.

HE GOES HARD. like H A R D. always. he has pride on his dominance and power in bed.

...and would last for a number of hours. you cant believe his endurance! earlier in the afternoon, he was sulking at how Soonyoung had to insist changing many some parts of the choreography to spice up their performance for the upcoming awards show. and yet he just whispered to your ears he can drill your pussy all night you can't stand next morning to take some day off.

sometimes would fuck you helplessly, mercilessly - just as how you wanted.

once suggested recording - which has now a growing library that you marathon when needy of your boyfriend's attention.

hickeys ;) he loves proving you are his, physically.

kinks: daddy kink, breeding kink (but will not do it without your consent), praise kink, orgasm control, crying kink(?) (if there's such thing, but he can be dacryphyllic but wont say it; like what i've said, he would never want to hurt you ever, wont even succumb to your BDSM desires that easy and if he does, he'd be so crazy worried from time to time BUT if he hears your cries and sees your tears falling because of his power, he loses himself and his control over his speed and strength

aftercare: :((( so soft and calm as if you have just tamed a beast and now you're looking at an angel sent down to bring you the VIP care in paradise. would bathe you in warm suds, lavishing the fragrance of ylang-ylang all over you to further ease your stress, and massaging your temples as you rest - your back on his chest.

"Feeling any better, hmm?" This voice, this soft voice only you, his mother, and well you daughter Kkuma only has the privilege to hear, envelopes you like the coziest blanket. "Much, much better than what you promised." nested between his legs in the tub, you already felt your lids double their weight. "Of course, all the comfort for my one and only." he leaves a smooch on your ears as he tightens his legs to as if to support the sides of your body. "But don't you dare sleep on me again or you won't see me when you wake up." "--Yah!" He chuckled to your reaction to his tickle which caused you to jolt - fully awake in an instant. "Can you stop sulking about it! I said I was sorry!" "Were you about to sleep on me again!?"

a/n: hmm well these are just top of the mind. i would love to add more but... we wont see an end to this if i did... so im saving you some time i guess.

now go forth with your agenda for today, anon ;>

p.s. im not entirely sure how you want this to be and im so sorry abt it so i just mixed bullet points with some scenarios in between. hope you like it!

- Lee x

[sam-frasers]

Oh god here comes the sameena brainrot all over again (did it ever fully disappear... no)

first of all why does it looks like kiana and olivia are the same height i am confused

the blue screen makes it easier to edit the background....looking at you fs video edit makers yeah.....

deena was originally gonna give the mix tape 😭 but the box with the pics & gifts def hit harder

sam having a step mom and step siblings hello????

(kiana and olivia—esp kiana—with the soft heart eyes even in the audition tapes i am a mess)

revisionist history sounds like a teylor swift lyric

DEENA'S LAST WORDS TO SAM BEING "stay the fuck away from me" GOD (imagine if sam's last words to deena was "i love you" GOD)

SUMN ABOUT WHEN SAM SAID "I didn't bail. You pushed me away" AND HER FACE WHEN SHE SAID IT AND HER VOICE BROKE A LITTLE 😭😭😭

deena: "so give it back then" sam: "no, i want it" deena: 😐 JSKWBWN PLS ITS SAD BUT ALSO KINDA FUNNY

peter and sam not even being officially together O.O why tf was the boy groping sam so much then nasty

deena's face when she said "are you like...together" and the "wow" JSKWJSN SOBBIN

"don't fucking touch me" GOD. DEAR LORD.

We're already freaking out over a 5 minute video what more if they release the whole 6 hour chemistry test 😭 i REALLY want to see more of deena and sam's backstory i hope they release more <<</3 THE ANGST YES

also kudos to kiana and olivia they're both SO GOOD and theur chemistry is unreal. they're perfect im so happy it's them:(

[araveticazx]

dressed to the nines tonight 

levi ackerman x fem-reader (modern! au)

tags: suggestive, car make-out :), fluff, comedy, romance, your batchmates go O.O

word count: 2200+

a/n: this is pretty much self-indulgent because i miss going to school events. chose 'i have a dream' by abba because it referenced levi's code name during the uprising arc which is 'engelchen' or 'little angel'

You find it unbelievable that it has been 15 years since you tossed your cap and went your separate ways. Time flies so fast and before you know it, you are already halfway through your life.

You’re still living the moment right now. You’re still in your early thirties, relatively young, and entering into your prime years.  

You also can’t wait to spend the most and the rest of it with your boyfriend of six years, Levi Ackerman.

The moment the invitation landed on your hands, you had mixed feelings about it. Still, you want to see what your friends have become over the years. The past years didn’t really give you the opportunity to catch up since you are focused on balancing your career and your relationship with Levi.

“Alright, I’ll be your date.”

Despite disagreeing with the idea of social gatherings, Levi agreed to be your date to the reunion. He also figured that this might be a great opportunity to know what you are like and the people that you are with during high school.

Weeks before the said occasion, you two hopped from store to store to pick out outfits with matching colors for the occasion. Levi wasn’t really into it but did enjoy seeing you try on one dress after another-each one better than the last-until he finally settled on one.

His hand is on your thigh while he keeps his eyes on the road. Already on your way to the event. You traced the visible veins on his pale hand to distract your nervousness.

You released a deep sigh and started to fan yourself using your hands.

Altering from the steering wheels, you feel Levi’s palm cup your cheek, turning your head to face him. You leaned against the warmth of his palm until you relaxed. “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be there for you, remember?”

Levi’s eyes traced the lines of your face. To your styled hair, the makeup around your eyes, and dropped down to your lips.

Your eyelids fluttered and you shifted in your seat. Is there something wrong with your face? Did you put on too much makeup?

Your breath hitched and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when Levi closed the distance between the two of you and captured your lips with his. Starting an enticing dance in the process that never fails to leave you breathless.

“Shit, since when did I get so lucky.”

Levi just can’t resist the way you look right now. An apparent goddess figure. A burgundy dress that fits you in all the right places reached a bit above the knees. Levi’s anniversary gift also lies comfortably on your chest. A gold plated nameplate in fancy cursive that he had specially personalized for you was hung securely by a gold chain.

You and Levi sighed into each other as your make out session started to get even more intense when suddenly your phone vibrated and saw that it was an incoming call from your friend, Marie.

Levi didn’t stop what he was doing. He continued his way down the side of your neck.

“H-hello Marie?”

“I’m here by the lobby! Let’s go in together!”

You try to push Levi away but he doesn’t let go. He continued didn’t go to an extent where it would leave a mark. Your dress is sort of revealing by the neckline. He chuckled when you released a soft whine which you immediately covered up with a cough.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes! I mean… Yes, I’m okay.”

You hung up and shared one last kiss before both of you exited the car. You helped him smoothen out the surface of his formal suit before checking that you have your invitation that can be used as an admission pass.

Even though Levi is not the kind to initiate public display acts of affection, he will make an exception for this night. He can also notice that you keep fidgeting with your fingers so he linked your arms together and started walking up the steps to the lobby with you at his side.

“So glad to have you here!” Marie warmly embraced you after she marched towards you excitedly. When she let go, her eyes wandered to Levi at your side and widened her eyes. “Wow.”

You laughed at her reaction. People’s first expression upon meeting Levi is something that you really find fun for some reason. The way their eyes would widen and how they would gawk at your boyfriend for an awkward minute.

Sure, there are handsome guys in your area, but Levi’s foreign beauty can’t be overlooked.

As if knowing his cue, Levi held out his hand and smiled softly to ease out the awkwardness, “Levi Ackerman, you must be the best friend she keeps talking about.”

Marie shook his hand with such energy and introduced herself. She started blabbering about how you two have been friends during high school and how she has witnessed your moments the same way you have witnessed hers.

“Would you like to hear about the creative excuses she makes up whenever she sneaks out?”

“Marie…” You glared at her to make her stop but her smile just widened further. “Stop it.”

“What? I think your ideas are brilliant. I even used some of them during my college days. Took a bit more effort though. Levi, when she was-”

You groaned and stomped your heels at the teasing. In truth, you are not actually sneaking out to cut classes. In fact, you would only sneak out to fetch something you forgot in your locker, which is not allowed during class hours.

When you turned to Levi, his head was facing you and the corner of his lips turned upward in a smirk. “I can’t believe you’re finding this funny.”

“You’re no fun.” Marie huffed her cheeks and playfully rolled her eyes. “Is she always like this?” Her question was directed at Levi then.

Levi shrugged his shoulders, “I guess you could say that.“

”Levi!”

You three shared a laugh together before you strutted towards the Warm Cabin Room, where it was reserved for your class reunion.

You can already sense that the organizers didn’t go easy on the decorations. Especially when fairy lights decorated the walkway’s ceiling made it look like stars in the night sky.

Large wooden double doors led you to a room enclosed in wooden walls and the warm white lights gave it its aesthetic. Overhead, chandeliers shone like raindrops hanging midair while the disco balls sparkled like a globe of stars. Round tables were set up which had a relatively intricate setup of glassware and flowers. With pictures of captured memories displayed in the middle.

The banquet table was situated on the left side along with the champagne tower. Servers are also present to assist you in your food, assuring that no one would be sticking in their used utensils into the food trays. Something that Levi dreadfully hates.

A stage was then set in the far end of the room and in the middle was the dancefloor and people were already getting started.

There is also an outdoor dance floor, with more fairy lights and a huge glass beverage dispenser on the corner. You can already predict that’s where you and Levi will be going to later.

Levi finds watching your reaction at how everything unfolded before you.

Especially when you would gasp excitedly and wave at the familiar faces that you encounter along the way.

Whispers were discreetly passed as questions started to arise, “Who is that hot date of yours?”

Curious head-to-toe looks were specifically directed at Levi, and yes, he is aware of it all. He then dropped a hand on your hip, wanting to feel you closer.

“You’re right, it’s a lot of people. Can’t lose you in this crowd.”

You feel a warm feeling rush up to your face despite that cold night breeze rushing in from the open-air room.

Marie led you and Levi to a round table near the stage. Where you reconciled with a bunch of your former classmates and got introduced to new faces.

You also introduced Levi to them which led to a friendly conversation which mostly consists of filling in on the details of the past years.

You feel proud seeing the achievements of your friends. Some of them already have houses, own successful businesses, and even have kids!

“Tell us, Y/N. How did you bag someone like Levi?”

“Actually it was a very interesting day … ” You started already smiling at the memory. In fact, you are not meant to meet Levi that day but rather another man whom you’ve met on a dating app. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, he didn’t come to your agreed meeting place. A hearty tea shop in the middle of the city.

You were upset about it, you were really looking forward to meeting them. However, that led to an unexpected encounter that would change your life forever.

It started off as small talks until it extended beyond usual hours, late into the night. It wasn’t intentional but you just really enjoyed Levi’s calming company. The kind that makes you lose track of time. Everyone was fascinated by the tale. You may be upset that you shelved that day but you might have to thank that person for ditching you that day.

The rest of the event was filled with exciting events and activities that somehow brought some nostalgia to your senses. Guest teachers were also invited to tell stories and share funny moments about your batch. A compilation video was then shown containing captured memories.

Levi’s face would glow up when a footage which features you shows up for a good minute on he huge display. “Was that you?”

It was footage of you singing on stage. A large smile plastered on your face as you vibe along to the background dancers. You remember that time, you were forced to participate in this singing contest because all the other event slots were already filled. Joining an event was mandatory so you have no choice but to accept it.

Levi would encourage you to take the microphone when the host-the former Student Body President-requested you on stage to sing for the audience. It was an impromptu moment and it has been a while since you have performed in public. Your voice is now reserved for Levi behind closed doors. You eventually agreed to it anyway.

“Eyes on me when you get nervous.” Levi squeezed your hand before you accepted the microphone. You hear Marie squeal taking in the sight of the two of you. Amused by your couple’s banter.

“I didn’t know you had it in you, Y/N.” The host teased you as you walked up on stage, her eyes going back and forth to you and Levi. “Why don’t you sing a song for your dearest over there. Would you like that, Sir?“

Levi sheepishly nodded, a smile hinting at his lips and a blush creeped up his cheeks.

The next few minutes felt like heaven to Levi as your voice filled the entire room. The entire time, your eyes were on him, and would turn away to the audience for a moment and then back again.

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels

And then there were just the two of you, in a huge spacious room, in your beautiful burgundy dress and him in his sharp formal suit.

When I know the time is right for me

I’ll cross the stream, I Have a Dream

The awards ceremony came next. Fun awards such as ‘Best Dressed’ and the ‘Highest Heels’ were given to those with the highest votes.

Levi also won his own award. He was bearish at first, saying it’s ridiculous but you proudly brought him up stage with you. A flame shaped plaque award with the words, ‘Hottest Date of the Night.’

“Hottest Date and Songbird, just the perfect match.” That’s what they say.

You also got the opportunity to converse with your former classmates who also brought their dates and exchanged advice and shared unforgettable relationship moments.

The warm environment eventually made Levi loosen up and even made acquaintances along the way.

You and Levi didn’t linger for too long indoors especially when the dancing started. Things started to get chaotic once they turned the lights down and artificial smoke started filling in.

Levi swooped you into the outdoor gardens and saw that the sky was filled with stars. He started to slow dance with you in contrast to the disco happening inside the Warm Cabin.

“‘Hottest Date,’ huh?”

“Shut up, I might just give that award to you.”

You and Levi continued to dance underneath the canopy of stars hovering above you. Stealing kisses whenever he feels like no one is watching.

When Levi feels that you are getting tired, he suggests going home already, he has more plans for you tonight.

You agree, you want  to get out of these heels as fast as possible. You said your goodbyes to your friends and thanked your organizing batchmates for inviting you.

“We’ll make sure to stop by one of your tea shop branches in the city.”

You left the event with a smile on your face, glad to be given the opportunity to rekindle past friendships and even began new ones. Although seeing how everyone looked right now turned out to be an entertaining aspect during reunions.

Levi learned a lot about you from this event and he is glad he accepted your invitation. Knowing how you were like in your youth, how rebellious, talented, and smart you are. It just makes him fall for you all over again.

© araveticazx, all rights reserved

[reidgraygubler]

I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas (spencer reid/reader)

Title: i’m dreaming of a white christmas

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/baker!gen-neutral!reader

Category: fluff

Content Warning: literally nothing, unless there’s swearing (but I don’t think there is this time)

Word Count: 2414 

Summary: Spencer is away for a work trip and might not make it home in time for Christmas, leaving the reader alone for the holidays. Until Spencer comes home with a surprise

A/N: i literally re-wrote this and made it work for spencer. it was written from when i hardcore stanned queen (written for roger taylor) o.o so please bear with me. Also, who said it was too early for christmas/holiday one-shots… anyways, thank you everyone for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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“I’m dreaming of a white… Christmas,” I whispered to myself, mixing in chocolate chips to the plain dough, “Just like the ones I used to know,” I cocked my head to the side before sticking my pinkie into the dough to eat some. I’m sure if Spencer were here, he’d tell me that raw egg can get you incredibly sick. But, he wasn’t here, so who’s to stop me from doing it? 

“Where the treetops glisten and children listen,” Bing Crosby continued as I began humming and scooping the dough onto a cookie pan. “To hear sleigh bells in the snow,”

“The Snow,” I whispered before turning to look at the oven. I slid the pan into the oven before making a mug of hot chocolate. The only thing that would make hot chocolate better would mini marshmallows and a God-Awful cheesy Christmas movie (or keeping the Chistmas Music on instead because I’m lazy).  

With my mug in hand, I walked back to the living room… Where a small pile of gifts sat on the ground beside the coffee table, waiting to be wrapped by yours truly. In all honesty, I hated wrapping presents… For anyone even. I just can’t wait to see the look on Spencer’s face when he opens his present. 

My present wasn’t anything special… Jennifer had taken a candid photo of Spencer and I at one of Rossi’s infamous get togethers at his place. I was sitting on his lap, with his arms wrapped around my waist. We were both laughing, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was at something Penlope said, or Luke said. It was one of my favorite photos. Thrown into a nice photo frame, it should be his favorite present. 

 “I should get on that… Before Spencer gets home… if he gets home in time for Christmas.” I whispered, sitting on the ground behind the coffee table. I set the coffee mug on the coffee table before grabbing the first gift.

“I saw mommy kissin’ Santa Claus,” Michael Jackson's, of the Jackson 5, high pitched voice played through radio. “Underneath the mistletoe last night…”

I picked up my mug and the wrapped photo before standing up. I placed the gift under the small tree and smiled softly, looking at the perfectness of my life. The tree, the perfect tree that I had to fight Spencer to let me put up, was lit up with white lights and decorated with perfect ornaments. The pile of gifts that sat under the tree was slowly expanding, from one gift to eight.

“More hot chocolate,” I sighed deeply, dumping out the chunky, no longer hot, hot chocolate into the sink and turned the tap on to rinse out the dirty mug.

“Something something something, Christmas,” I smirked and shut the water off before dumping the nasty water into the sink and making another glass. The timer on the oven behind me started ringing, causing me to turn around and pull the cookies from the oven. 

“Christmas Cookies, for the gift-bringer,” I looked at each cookie before scooping one on to a napkin and returning back into the living room, continuing to wrap the stupid gifts. One for Jennifer, one for Emily, one for  Matt, one for Luke, one for David, one for Tara, and two more for Spencer. I returned to my spot on the ground behind the coffee table before taking a bite of my cookie and sipping my hot chocolate. I picked up a small box that contained a present for Luke.

“I'll have a blue… Christmas without you,” Elvis Prestley's voice came smoothly across the radio. My smile slowly turned into a frown and I could feel a certain sorrow grow in my stomach. 

“And I'll be so blue… just thinking about you.” I softly sang along before pushing the box to the tree. I sighed and let the music continue on it’s own. The mess, paired with the pile, just kept growing. And I still had a mess to clean in the kitchen from the cookies. I lulled my head back so it was resting on the couch, and I closed my eyes.

“You've always had a pretty singing voice,” A voice came from behind me. I jumped lightly at the voice, because I wasn’t expecting anyone other than me in the house. I opened my eyes before turning around to see who was in my home. I should have just know who it was, because the only person who has ever heard me sing was Spencer. 

And, I was right, Spencer was standing in the doorway, holding a red and white bag in one hand and a smaller, wooden box in the other. His hair was pushed under a Santa hat, loose strands of hair were hanging in front of his face. His face was turning a light, rosy pink color because of how cold it was outside. And it honestly took everything in me not to laugh at him.

“You’re home!” I exclaimed as I struggled to stand. Spencer laughed at me once I finally stumbled to my feet.

“You know they won't care if their presents are wrapped or not,” he spoke as he looked at the pile around me. I ignored his comment before running up to him. I threw my arms around his neck and laughed into the nape of his neck. He laughed as he shoved his hands into his pockets, 

before wrapping his arms around my back. He looked at me and smiled. 

“What are you doing home?” I asked, placing my hands on his cheeks. The palms of my hands were hot as the pressed against his very cold cheeks. He looked down at me with a joyful glimmer in his eye and a smile on his lips. “When did you get in? Penelope was supposed to text me! She was supposed to let me know so I could… So I could clean!” I gestured behind me to the mess in the living room, ignoring the mess in the kitchen.

“We just got in a little while ago, I told Penelope not to tell you,” Spencer smiled at me before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed against his lips and smiled. “Figured I'd surprise you for Christmas,” he pulled away from me and whispered. 

“Well, you're just in time. I made cookies,” I stated, going to step away from him but failing when he held onto me tighter. I looked at him and placed my hands on the center of his chest. He looked down at me with a small smile.

“Oh, I missed your baking,” Spencer whispered, bringing a hand to stroke a strand of hair away from my face. I smiled and cocked my head to the side. “But I missed you the most,” he poked my nose. I wrinkled it before sticking my tongue out.

“I missed you too. You were gone for 3 weeks!” I scoffed, reaching for his hand and pulling him into our apartment. Spencer stumbled over the threshold as he followed inside me. I could just hear him mocking me for how well decorated our home was for the holidays. I smiled to myself.

“Emily kept telling me you guys weren't going to be home till well after Christmas,” I pointed out as I reached to grab the two presents I just wrapped. I sat on the couch, the two gifts still in hand, and looked at him. Spencer smiled at me as he placed the bag and box on the coffee table. He sat down beside me and looked right at me. Where as I eyed up the small box on the table for half a second.

“I may or may not have instructed her to tell you that we weren't going to be home till then. I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled at me. I felt butterflies grow in the pit of my stomach. That feeling never went away and I love every moment I have them because when I have them, I’m with Spencer. He’s honestly the only person who can do that to me too.

“Well, if I had known you were coming home early, I would’ve made dinner! We’ll just have to have cookies to eat!” I exclaimed, looking around at the slight mess in the living room from my wrapping of presents. Spencer laughed as he looked around. 

“If the mess doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me,” he whispered once he looked back at me. Part of me knew that was a lie… Okay, all of me knew that was a lie.

“Everyone got you something. I just barely had time to get you something,” he stated as he struggled to get his jacket off. He threw it over the back of the couch. 

I smiled as I watched him stick his hand into the bag and pulled out a large box and placed it on the table in front of the wooden one. He then pulled out a stuffed unicorn with an assortment of colored things and placed it on the couch between us, “Well, this one’s from Penelope,”

“I wish she got me something useful,” I laughed as I picked up the gift. 

“This is from Matt and Kristy, he said Kristy picked it out so he doesn’t even know what it is,” he pulled out a box. I raised an eyebrow before pulling the lid off. A mug with a blend of tea was sitting wrapped in some tissue paper. 

I don’t really know why everyone on the team got me something. It really wasn’t necessary. I suppose I am giving them gifts, so it’s only fair. Along with the mug and tea, and the unicorn, I got a small bottle of whisky from Tara, a fancy cookbook from Emily, as well as a not as fancy cookbook from Jennifer, and the only really practical gift was from Luke, which was a knife and can of pepper spray.

“What about Dave?” I asked as I placed the pointy knife down on the coffee table.

“Uh, well, this is from Dave and Krystall,” He pointed at the box on the coffee table. I furrowed my eyebrows before picking up the box. I pulled the wrapping paper off and tossing it to the ground with the rest of the mess. A brand new kitchen aid mixer.

“He’s out of his goddamn mind, I’ll tell you that.” I rolled my eyes as I looked at the box. I was happy for the new stand mixer, but I wasn’t expecting to get one from a close friend.

“He was buying stuff for Krystall and Joy and asked me if you needed a new one. I was too busy thinking about what I was going to get you… So he didn’t get a real answer,” Spencer cringed as he looked up at me. I smiled and laughed.

“Well, its appreciated either way.” I chuckled as I looked back at the box. I honestly couldn’t wait to use it to make something from one of the two cookbooks I got. “I can’t wait to use it,” I chuckled to myself. Roger laughed.

“I’m not entirely sure why he went so… out there with gifts for you. I told him something simple would have worked,” Spencer looked at me with a smile.

“Probably because I’m his favorite baker,” I looked at Spencer and smiled. He laughed and shook his head.  “Well, my present to you is probably better than what you got me,” I smirked before handing over the two gifts to Spencer. 

“I seriously doubt that,” he snickered. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He’s always been secretive, and I’ve always hated it. But he always knew how to surprise me.

“I have something else, but this one’s more important,” I waved of the box with his name that was under the tree. Spencer smiled before looking at the brown paper package. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, picking at the seams. I smiled and nodded, getting impatient with him playing with the paper instead of ripping the thing open. “Alright,” he smiled at me, nodding lightly before pulling the paper off the box. He gently wiggled the lid off and picked up the photo.

“Jennifer sent it to me, it’s one of my favorites,” I smiled as he looked at the photo. He smiled as he ran his finger over the photo. His fingers lingered over my face for a moment before he looked up at me.

 “It was right after a case. You guys were gone for forever! Rossi invited everyone, significant others and kids included, over for dinner and relaxation,” I looked down at the photo and smiled, “Someone had just said a really stupid joke, so we were just laughing at it. But, we literally couldn’t leave each other alone,” I looked at him and smiled. Spencer smiled back at me before pressing his lips to mine. “It’s my favorite picture,” I whispered against his lips.

“If it’s your favorite picture, then it’s also mine,” He smiled at me, setting the photo up on the coffee table. He grabbed the box and looked at it a few times before looking back at me. “I love you,” he smiled at me, keeping his eyes on me and his voice a soft whisper. Clicking from the lid of the box caught my attention, causing me to look down, but not for very long.

“Wha-what is it?” I asked with a small smile on my lips. He looked at the box and let out a sigh. “I love you too, Spencer, but you’re killing me with this anonymity,” I laughed as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer to me before kissing him again. Spencer laughed before pulling away from me.

“Marry me,” he flipped the box open and lifting it to show me what sat inside. A perfect ring sat in the middle of it. A small diamond was embedded in the center with a pearl on either side.  I blinked at him, my mouth opened slightly. I slowly brought my hand to my mouth, nodding slowly. He smiled before sliding the ring on my finger. 

“Of course I’ll marry you,” I whispered as I looked down at the ring before looking back up at him. He smiled before pressing his lips back to mine. “Is it even a question?”

“I just had to make sure,”

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