#and then i couldnt get this out of my head :/ :/ :/

[shikaizer]

SACRED SINS 002

after dinner, the house buzzed with the soft clatter of dishes and the low hum of your voice the evening had cooled only slightly, the sticky warmth of the day still clinging to the walls, your father turned to you with that usual tone of quiet authority.

“lead Paige to the guest room, will you?” your father asked “make sure shes comfortable.” you nodded and looked to her with a smile “come on, i'll show you.”

you walked ahead, barefoot, your silhouette lit by hallway lamps, paige followed silently, her eyes tracing your movements like shadows dancing behind stained glass, the guest room was neat and sun drenched with fading light, but the air was thick, unmoving.

“gets pretty warm in here” you said casually, brushing your hair over your shoulder “if its too hot, your always welcome to crash in my room.” you turned, watching her hesitate just a little too long.

“i'll be okay” she said, softly “thank you.” you shrugged, giving her a knowing glance “suit yourself.”

later, once your chores were done and the house had gone quiet, boredom mixed with something else, curiosity, longing, maybe something more dangerous, the clock ticked past midnight when you slipped down the hall, the floor cool under your feet, you were dressed in nothing but a faded t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties.

you pushed her door open without knocking, paige stirred, blinking through the haze of sleep as she adjusted to the dim room lit only by moonlight slipping through the curtains, her breath caught slightly when she saw you.

your bare legs, the hem of your shirt barely covering you, the sleepy, mischievous look in your eyes “sorry” you whispered “couldnt sleep.” she sat up slightly, propping herself on one elbow “is something wrong?”

you shook your head, closing the door softly behind you “no, just… got bored, thought maybe you’d tell me more about the city." she swallowed hard “It’s… different, busy.”

you sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that your knee brushed hers under the sheets “different sounds nice” her eyes flicked down your body, just for a second, before darting back up to your face, you smiled, sweet, like always, but your eyes were playful, sharp.

“do you ever miss it?” you asked “when your here, in this house, in this town?” she hesitated, her voice soft “sometimes.” you leaned in just a little, voice barely a whisper now “must be hard, pretending all the time.”

she looked at you, her guard cracking, and in that silence, thick with heat and unspoken things, you could feel it her struggle, her want.

she was trying to focus, but you were making it very hard

you drew your legs up onto the bed, sitting cross legged now, facing her fully, the mattress dipped under your weight, and paige tensed just slightly barely noticeable, but you caught it.

you tilted your head “do you ever think about staying out there? not coming back here at all?” she hesitated "sometimes, but it feels… selfish.”

you let out a soft laugh, leaning back on your hands “selfish? your allowed to live your life, paige.” she looked down at her hands in her lap “not when you’ve made promises, not when people expect you to be someone.”

you studied her for a moment, how tightly she held onto that idea of herself, how afraid she was to let go.

you stayed there beside her, the room warm, thick with silence and heat that had nothing to do with the weather.

then, out of nowhere, she spoke, voice soft, a little nervous “i play basketball now, back home.” you blinked, surprised by the sudden shift “really?” she nodded, glancing down “yeah… for a women’s league in my university pretty competitive, i actually gotten kind of well known, some people recognize me after games.”

a slow grin spread across your face “famous, huh?” she chuckled, cheeks flushing “not like that but, yeah… its different, i get to be someone else out there.”

your head tilted as you looked at her, suddenly seeing her in a new light “so the church girl has a double life.” she smiled at that, a little crooked, a little sad “something like that.”

“you must look hot in the uniform,” you teased, eyes glinting, she laughed under her breath, shaking her head “Stop.”

“i bet they love you out there” you added, softer now “they probably dont see a preacher’s daughter or the girl too scared to break a rule. they just see you, strong.”

paige looked at you, really looked, like she was starting to believe it “it’s the only place I feel real.” you nodded, your voice warm “Maybe that’s the real you.”

[is-on-its-way]

a peek into mulders trauma re raising a little girl…

Inspired by this tweet:

He sighed as he put the key in the door, his face prereddening at knowing what was in store. Emily had been chattering the entire way home about telling mommy the exciting thing that happened at target. He had tried to smile along and be normal for her.    

She poked him in the chin with a tiny slightly damp five year old finger, bringing him out of his gloomy reverie.

“Poppa, are you sad?” She lifted her head off his shoulder and peered around to look at his face.

He couldn’t help but smile at her, she melted his heart. Every word, every gesture, and angle, so like her mother and yet so like her. Freer than Scully, untouched by the trauma and the heaviness of their world. His heart fluttered with the surge of adreniline he felt at what couldve happened to her if she wasnt just innocently lost and the store employee hadn’t found her. 

“No bub, I’m just a little shaken up at losing you in the store.”

“But it was fun!” She kicked her feet on his hip as they walked in. 

“What was fun?” Scully said walking out from the kitchen a spoon in her hand, her face lighting up when she saw her daughter’s smile.

The pang of guilt hit him hard.

She took Emily’s face in her free hand and kissed her cheek. “Hi my baby” 

“I got lost.” Emily said proudly.

Scullys eyebrows shot up “Oh?” 

She glanced at mulder amused, but cocked her head when she saw him ashen faced. 

“Where did you get lost?” She asked jovially her eyes lingered on him for a moment, it felt like enternity. He was supposed to protect her, scullys only child. He almost… he couldnt think about it. 

“Target!” He heard her say through a tunnel.

“Well tell me all about it while poppa puts the stuff away.” She leaned forward to take emily from him. All he could manage was ‘Thanks’ quietly as he helped her into Scully’s arms. He pulled her ridden-up shirt down and then went to the bathroom with the drug store things they’d picked up. A new pink dinosaur toothbrush and equally jarring bright pink toothpaste with cartoon characters on the tube for Emily and some stuff the house needed. 

He stood in front of the sink and held the little toothbrush in his hand. So small the tiny bristles. Kid sized. 

She was so tiny for her age. Just like Scully had been, or so she’d told him at Emily’s first pediatrician appointment after they’d brought her home. 

He sank to the toilet and held the brush in his hand as tears blured his vision. He could’ve lost her. He had lost her. He could’ve really lost her. Just like Sam. Just like Scully. Her joy, and her innocence, and her fierce fearlessness lost. And it yet again wouldve been his fault. Having to come home to tell Scully. He sat up at the thought rubbing his face, trying to escape it.

Visions of fleeing sprang from deep in his psyche as they did whenever the universe made him aware of just how much of a fuckup he was. 

They’d be better off. He invited chaos into their lives. 

They didn’t deserve that. 

He didn’t deserve them. 

A soft knock on the door told him he’d been in here way too long. 

“Mulder” she called through the door. “Are you okay?”

He wiped his tears quickly but more came. “Yeah” his wobbly voice gave him away.

She opened the door.

And when he looked up at her blinking, life falling apart in his hands, she came to him and knelt between his legs and closed hers around them, holding him together. 

A hand to his cheek, her gentle soothing whisper “Its okay.” 

“No its not. What if she had…” His voice shuddered

“But she didnt, kids get lost in stores, it wasnt anything more than that.” She stroked his hair.

“I was so scared.”

“Oh mulder.” She squeezed his fingers in hers. “I know.” 

And he was bending over to bury his face in her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her onto his lap from her kneeling position. And she breathed an “Oh” in surprise, but only hugged him more firmly, as he tried to calm himself down.

When the tears stopped falling, he asked quietly “Where is she now?” 

“Watching Mr. Rogers or…” She checked her watch. “Lamb Chop probably by now.”

He looked up at her bleary eyed “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head slightly with a sad look on her face. “Theres nothing to forgive, except maybe yourself.” She brushed her fingers on his chin. 

“I don’t deserve you. Either of you” He wanted to give her an out.

She leaned her forehead to his. “Of all the people in the world, you are the only one who deserves us.”

He pulled her fingers to his lips, but couldn’t meet her eyes.

“I’ll say it until you believe it.” She whispered, lips at his ear.

He sighed into her collar bone.

@today-in-fic if this qualifies…

[ssahotchnerr]

ooh! i have an ellieverse request... aaron watching ellie take her first steps and then feeling guilty that he couldnt be there for jack plsss

milestones

cw; fem!reader, dad!aaron, food descriptions, fluff and some angst - happy ending but it's also kinda not? aaron loves to self deprecate :( wc; 1.1k

"Pb and J, or turkey for your lunch?"

"Turkey."

"Turkey it is," Aaron grabbed the deli meat from its designated compartment in the fridge. "You like swiss cheese," he thought aloud, grabbing that next. "How 'bout some mayo on it, too?"

Jack's nose scrunched in disapproval over his cereal. "Kids at school don't eat that, Dad."

"Okay I'm sorry," Aaron chuckled, shutting the fridge and tossing the two selections on the counter. He highly doubted that, but who knew what the trends in third grade were. "My bad, no mayo."

It was starting out to be a typical Hotchner morning; getting up, getting the kids up, flowing through the normal routine before the busyness of the day began. That is, until your voice called out from the other room.

"Aaron! She's walking!"

Aaron was already on the move at your initial frantic tone, but picked up as the realization of what you said hit. Ellie's been mobile for a while; crawling, standing, maybe moving an inch before plopping right back down to crawl, but walking wasn’t something she’d shown too much interest in yet. Jack followed right in his footsteps.

Upon entry into the living room, you were seated in the middle of the carpet - Ellie a few feet away, holding onto the couch and oblivious to what she had done as you clutched onto your phone, eyes wide with the camera recording.

"She what?"

"She's walking," Happy tears shone in your eyes, scrambling over to Ellie and setting her up again, "Look. Go see Dada, honey."

You didn't need to tell her twice; she never needed an excuse to see her father, her face lighting up. She stabilized herself before her little feet carried her over. One foot slowly by the other, she reached Aaron, who was equally in awe.

"Ellie!" Aaron grinned, lifting her a foot up into the air in celebration. "What a big girl you are."

"Can I try next?" Jack sat beside you, holding out his arms. Aaron steadied Ellie upright and she began wobbling over to him, babbling softly as she approached her brother.   

Aaron met your gaze; you were beside yourself. Absolutely giddy with the biggest smile on your face. It made one of his own form.

"Alright bud, it's time to finish getting ready for school." You said to Jack once Ellie finished her laps, now making it about halfway across before dropping onto the carpet. "You don't want to be late."

"Do I need to?" Jack whined, "I don't want to miss her walking."

Your gaze shot to Aaron as the words innocently left Jack's mouth, registering what was said the same time he did. As slight as it was - all Aaron would allow - he sobered, a sullen demeanor taking over.

-

"Well, that was an exciting morning." You opened the conversation; Jack had just been picked up by his ride, and Aaron was getting ready to head off to work as well.

"Mhm." He was bouncing Ellie in his arms while he waited for his coffee to brew. She made a grab at his nose. "We really need to baby proof the house now."

He was thrilled, absolutely he was, but he felt bad, an internal battle going on in his head. Today had been a huge day for Ellie, a milestone. He didn't want his guilt to overshadow that - it wasn't fair to her.

But that's how he felt.

"You're not a bad Dad." You stated what you knew was mulling in his brain, and a pain rippled through your heart at the fact he thought such. He was Jack's hero, Ellie was a daddy's girl through and through, but he jumped at the opportunity to believe otherwise.

Aaron gave you a look, strapping Ellie into her highchair. "I saw Jack's first steps through my phone screen."

"That's okay," you sympathized, dropping a handful of Cheerios onto Ellie's tray. "And it's okay to feel bad. But you didn't have control over that; there was no way of knowing he'd start walking then so you shouldn't put yourself at fault."

"I don't want Jack to feel neglected. I'm kinda getting a do-over with Ellie in terms of the mistakes I made, so what's he going to think?" He countered, sitting down at the chair set beside Ellie's.

"He's not going to think anything. Jack? Neglected?" A soft laugh escaped you - it wasn't a laughing matter, but he was so incredibly far off you couldn't help it. "He idolizes you, Aaron."

Aaron shrugged, doubtful.

"You coach his soccer team. You take him to the Smithsonian every chance you get. Or how about all the nights the two of you stay up late reading, or building Legos? That's what he'll remember, not who was there for his first steps. And think about all the other milestones he's experienced."

He stayed silent, so you continued.

"Who was there for his first soccer goal? Who taught him to ride a bike without training wheels? What was his first word?"

"Dad." He conceded, picking up one of Ellie's Cheerios and letting her grab it from his palm. You had him there.

"I rest my case. Although experiencing his first steps firsthand would've been amazing, it's a small part of the rest of his life. And if you know better now, then you'll be there. You'll be right there cheering him on."

He started to protest, but you beat him to it, knowing his next counterpoint. 

"And if for whatever reason you're not - the same goes with Ellie's milestones too - they know their Dad is catching the bad guys, making the world a safe place not only for them, but for others too. It's a good compromise, and we'll be ready to fill you in the second we're able. Like you were there the whole time."

The inevitable missing out still burdened his heart; his work was important, but so was his family. He stated he's learned, but has he? Was he still making the same mistakes?

He appreciated your sentiment, your trying, the way your eyes shone at him with the pure belief that he wasn't a letdown. You'd always seen more within him than he believed was actually there. He saw it in Jack's eyes, and Ellie's too, as young as she was. In return, every day he tried to accept it as well.

But it was hard, the fear of three pairs of eyes someday blankly staring back at him burned in his mind. He'd seen it from a different pair once before.

"Thank you," was all he could get out, nodding his head.

You brushed his hair back, pausing after the first sweep at the realization you'd messed up his styled, ready-to-go-to-work cowlicks, fixing them quickly. "We love you. And we understand."

He found your eyes, a small pinch in his heart. He hoped you always would.

Pushing his self-deprecation aside, he turned back to your daughter, who was now delighting in throwing her cereal onto the floor. Today was about her achievement. He swallowed thickly, exhaling a breath and smiling at her.

"So we have a walker now, huh?"

[spinchip]

I stopped watching ninjago when I grew up, but I introduced my friend to it and she got obsessed even though she doesn't have any nostalgia. She annoyed me for like a year to rewatch it and I'm on season 6 rn, and I'm dying. I love zane so much. I've been thinking about him constantly. I made fanfic, I never write fanfic. I'm this close to picking back up pencils and drawing. How do you deal with obsessions with that robot? Because I do not believe that staring at an old minifig of him for half an hour while zoning out is the behaviour I want going forward

youre doing it, my friend. Write that fanfic. bust out that sketchbook! He's infecting your brain? Time to make that everyone else's problem too. inflict blorbo onto others. Knock Knock, hello, have you heard the good word? About character froim my shows?

Zane is a carbonated soda trapped in the shaken up plastic bottle of my mind. he makes me want to explode. i gotta unscrew the cap and teensy bit ever now and then and let off the pressure.

But theres also something so special about Zane that makes people crazy. i've had my Ao3 account for EIGHT years, the first 3years i wrote 11 fics total for several different fandoms. in 2020 i discovered ninjago and have published TWENTY THREE ninja fics to Ao3 (this is not counting the things ive written here and never cross posted !) My second longest fic i've ever written was for ducktales 2017 with 7 chapter and a total of 12,000 words.(unfinished. rip)

The fanfic that surpassed that? Never the Dark. A ninjago fic centered entirely around zane with 19 chapter and a total on 109 THOUSAND words. (Will be finished.) im not joking when i say i used to be so certain that i didnt have the dedication to write long-form fiction. I used to think i couldnt do it. Zane ninjago changed my brain chemistry !

you gotta get him out of your head you gotta man.

seriously, make that art. write that fic. post 100 million text posts or edits or whatever about your obsessions its the only way to survive.

when you post your first art or your fics you should absolutely send it to me. we'll celebrate the obsession together.

[ilovejb]

| What are we ? |

Pairings : Vicky Lopez x female!reader

Summary : Reader and Vicky were best friends, but what happens when they cross the line of friendship ?

Warnings : Suggestive ? Smut but not really

Authors Note : Around 1.3 k words #morevickyfics

It started a regular day in sunny Barcelona, at 17 playing for the best club in the world you werent a regular teen. You lived with Alexia and Olga. You were know as one of the jokesters on the team, always atched at the hip with Vicky - your best friend on the team - but recently you thought this friendship was something more than that.

As you arrived to the training center, bag slung over your shoulder and in a vivid conversation with Ingrid about today´s plans, you coulndt help but admire Vicky. Her dark eyes,curly hair, the way she was so confident with herself, and that beatiful smil- " y/n are you even listening to what im telling you !? " Ingrid´s voice brought you out of the trance you had found yourself in. "sorry sorry, you were telling me we have gym and then training ? " you said in one breath. But before Ingrid could answer you were suddenly pulled by strong arms and into the locker room.

" Vickyyyy what are you doing ? " you asked your best friend. " Guapa, i wanted to know if you wanted to be my gym partner today ? pleaseee " she begged you in a flirttacious tone. You wanted to say you had already said yes yo being Aitanas gym partner, but you couldnt say no to those beatiful brown eyes. " fine fine, but on one condition, movie night tonight ? " you pleaded, " obviously yes bebé, tu sabes que nunca te puedo decir que no guapa" ( you know i cant deny you ). " Okay my place tonight at 7 dont be late" with a slight frown on your face you headed to the gym.

After training ended, all you wanted was a hot shower and getting under your warm covers. And as you headed to the shower, love sick smile on your face thinking about vicky, a loud voice interremputed your thoughts. " Y/N WAIT UP ! " Cata called out. " Cata you almost gave me a heart atack, what do you need ? "you said, already tired from what ever she was going to tell you. " I just wanted to know if you were up for a dinner at my plce tonight " she asked in a hushed tone, as if she didnt want anyone to hear her. " Oh, sorry Cata i already have plans with vicky, maybe another time though " Cata had a smirk on her face. " your always hanging out with vicky and flirting with her, are you sure your not in love with her ? " again, already tired of whatever she had to say. " callate cata, ella solo es mi amiga NADA MÁS " ( shut up cata, she is just my friend nothing more ) " bit mad are we ?" she asked with a shit-eating grin. You didnt even bother responding, and just went straight for the showers.

After your conversation with Cata, almost everyone had gone home, execpt for vicky. So it what just you and her in the showers. As you slowly got undressed, you felt eyes on you. Vicky´s eyes. With the way she was looking at you, you would think she was a lion and you were her prey. A lot of times you werent sure if your feelings for vicky were reciprocated or not, but thoses hungry eyes told you they were. After a few more looks vicky finally spoke. " un beso para reforzar la amistad lastimo a nadie no ? " ( a kiss to reinforce friendship never hurt anyone right ? ) This was your chance, you couldnt miss it. Like a saying Lucy used to tell you " opportunity doesnt know twice ! ", qoute in mind you gave vicky and knowing smirk, and leaned in. Capturing her lips in a searing kiss, that left you both breathless. After a hot make-out sesh, you pulled back connecting your foreheads " un repitis o dos ? Esta noche ? " ( a repeat or two ? tonight ? ) " obviously guapa, a lot more than one or two repeat " A light smile tugged at your lips at her reply. You slowly made your way out of the showers after that.

Once you arrived home, Alexia told you she and olga would be out for a date night tonight. Perfect, you thought, a night alone with vicky. After that, you went to your room to take your daily nap, which is why some of your teamates joked you were a hibbernating bear.

You woke up a couple hourse later, at around 5. " hourse before your were supposed to hang out with vicky. And you decided to get ready for her, wink wink. You werent a stranger to sex or to relationships, sure maybe you werent as experienced as alexia but you clearly werent a virgin. You took a quick shower, shaving every surface of your body. Then putting on your smallest bra and panties.

Vicky arrived minutes later, Alexia and Olga having left about an hour ago. " Hola Guapa, for you " she handed you the most beatiful bouquet of flowers you had seen in your life. " Thank you vick- ", before you could get another word in, she slammed you against the wall in a brusing kiss. This was going to be a fun night, you thought to yourself. As the kiss deepend and got more desperat, your toungues fighting for dominance, she started to kiss lower and lower. You quickly brought you to her room and pulled you down. She started to get lower and lower.

After you finshed, and had the best sex of your life, it had gotten pretty late. And after taking a shower with vicky you suggested she stay. She seemed pretty skeptical at first but then agreed. " Gracias por darme una noche tan increible vicky, te amo " ( thank you for giving me an amazing night, i love you vicky. ) you quickly shut your mouth, looking over to see if she heard you, you saw she was fast alseep and close to snoring.

The next morning as you looked over to greet vicky, you realised she was gone. The only sign of her was a note that read " sorry guapa, but i had to go. " you really thought you had made a true conection, like in those cheesy rom-coms. But, no this had been nothing more than a one night stand to her. As sad and dissapointed as you were, you still had to go through the day. You went through all the motions, and since it was a rare day-off you spent all day lounging on the couch watching stupid movies. You had a nice dinner with Alexia and Olga and really enjoyed yourself, but as your settled into bed for the night you couldnt sleep.

" 2:30 " the clock read. You had been tossing and turning all night, all the thoughts crossing your mind making it a jumbled mess. You couldnt stop thinking about it, your interaction with vicky, the sex, the kiss, and the way she left you without a second though. You finnaly settled for confronting tomorow, and you went to sleep with thoughts racing in your mind.

You woke uo and got ready just like any other day, but you rmind set on confronting vicky about what she did. You arrived to training fuming, not even bothering to say good morning to anyone, you were hurriedly looking for vicky. Once you found her - talking with patri and pina- you pulled her by her jersey and brought her to one of the empty meeting rooms. " why did you leave me that night, i thought we had something ? " you asked in a panicked tone. " mira guapa, yo tambien crei eso pero talvez solo hay sido algo de una vez no crees ? " ( i thought so too but maybe it was just a one time thing, dont you think ? )

Glancing at your phone your realized you were almost late to training, so your asked hurriedly and anxiously " what are we ? " And for the first time since you met her, she was speechless.

[nagitosstolenhand]

[teethshank]

The mother bamf carries his bamflings around on his back to keep them safe

[kirpichq]

🤨 😰👉

[charliebot-art]

sorry i haven’t posted anything to this account in a william years have some texaid 🤲

[time-woods]

you cant tell me he wasnt holding back any comments

[futuristichedge]

Once again drawing Sonic characters as tumblr posts

[princescar]

DEAD OR ALIVE

[srapsodia]

Ask prompt: 82 with Karasuno boys driving for the first time after getting their license with their teammates along for the ride....to varying degrees of success lol

82: one driving, other passenger

Asahi's first time driving the team around!

[lagergirlie]

"let a thousand pikmin bloom, s'far as I'm concerned! But I ain't spendin any time on it. Because. In the meantime, every three months, a castaway is torn to pieces by a bulborb in blossoming arcadia."

[francy-sketches]

cringe ass family ❤

[citrus-soda]

he's watching diners drive-ins and dives