#automatic speed gates

[oatmealaddiction]

Okay but the weirdest thing about the whole "Brotherhood is better you should skip 03" discourse that's become commonplace now, it sort of forgets the world Brotherhood came out in and why you should watch the original Fullmetal Alchemist. When Brotherhood came out, the original Fullmetal Alchemist was one of the most beloved and most watched animes of all time. Brotherhood assumes you the audience have already seen it because of course you have, everyone has seen it, so it skips important information and speeds the story up because it doesn't want to bore you with things you already know. Have you ever wondered "hey why does the first episode of Brotherhood kind of suck, and why am I being introduced to like 50 new characters, and why are they acting like I know what the hell an alchemist is?" It's because Brotherhood thinks you've seen 03.

The first 7 or so episodes of Brotherhood constitute dozens of chapters in the manga, and the first 25 or so episodes of the original Fullmetal Alchemist. The Nina Tucker episode in Brotherhood, in FMA 03 takes up nearly three episodes. Yoki gets a backstory in 03 and it's genuinely one of the best episodes and taken directly from the manga and Brotherhood glosses over it because: duh, you've already seen it. And so if you skip the original you miss out on dozens of really great character building episodes like Ed and Al meeting Hughes for the first time and getting to spend a whole episode helping him free a train from terrorists, or Ed and Roy having a duel that expands on the relationship they have, or episodes where the brothers just help out random people in towns before the major story gets going.

The original also paces itself quite a bit better than Brotherhood and is more in line with the mangas storytelling. In the manga we don't find out about The Gate until nearly two dozen chapters in, and the same goes for the original anime. Like, that's a twist reveal in those stories, and it's weird that the most watched series is the one where they tell you all about The Gate in the first two episodes because they assume you've already seen the original show.

What's more, people don't know that Hiromu Arakawa helped write for the anime while she was still in the middle of writing the manga, and as a result was inspired to write scenes in Brotherhood that the anime did first. That scene of Edward getting impaled by a falling beam? Directly inspired by a similar scene in the original anime. There's a lot of little instances of that and they're great when you can recognize parallels and things in Brotherhood that are direct references to the original anime, but people don't notice any of that anymore. Because the original anime is just an automatic skip these days, and it's a bummer because people don't realize what a giant it was back before Brotherhood was released. They treat it as *bad,* not realizing it was one of the most beloved anime of its time and the problems people take issue with have a lot more to do with personal taste than any kind of actual flaw in the writing. Brotherhood was never meant to dethrone it, and the original anime was always supposed to be part of the viewing experience which is why those first few episodes of Brotherhood are so fast paced. So like, please stop telling people Fullmetal Alchemist 2003 is a skip, or it's bad, or you don't need it because Brotherhood is better. Regardless if you think Brotherhood is better or not, the original wrote Brotherhood's check. It was huge, it was beloved, and Brotherhood is *banking* on the knowledge you've seen all of it and loved it. And trust me when I say there is so much to love about the original series. It's still my favorite branch of the FMA franchise, and it's worth your time, I promise you.

[rssecurityspeedlaneturnstile]

1: dc brushless speed turnstiles barriers

dc brushless speedgate turnstiles barriers is a typical door type, which generally consists of door frames, door leaves, door handles and locks. Door frames are normally made of steel plates or wooden boards, and door leaves are made from cardboard, plastic plates or glass plates. The door manage is a gadget that pulls or pushes the door leaf open, and the lock is a gadget that avoids the door leaf from falling out of the door frame. There are normally 2 methods to open a door, one is to pull the door and the other is to press the door. The moving door is opened by the door handle pulling the door leaf away from the door frame, while the moving door is opened by the door deal with pushing the door leaf far from the door frame.

2: dc brushless swing barrier gate

dc motor wing barriers doors and dc brushless speedgate turnstiles barriers In comparison, train flap gates door is developed to block water flow through its horizontal position. In contrast, dc brushless wing barrier gate merely controls the circulation of water by altering the vertical position of eviction. train flap turnstiles Eviction of doors is made up of two gates that can be moved horizontally to manage the circulation of water. dc motor wing turnstiles Eviction of door is made up of a gate that can control the flow of water by moving vertically.

3: city flap turnstiles gate

subway flap turnstiles doors, also called movable gate, is a flood discharge facility that avoids the water level from being too expensive or too low. When the water level rises to the set value, subway flap barriers gate will instantly open. When the water level drops to the set value, train flap turnstile gate The door will close instantly. train flap barrier door uses a water level sensing unit to keep an eye on water level changes and controls the opening or closing of the gate to accomplish the purpose of automatically controlling the water level.

4: What's the difference?

dc brushless swing barrier doors normally refers to closing the gate, while servo motor speed turntsile barriers describes opening eviction. city flap turnstile doors and dc brushless swing barriers doors is different from servo motor speedgate turnstiles barrier. It is a gate set up on the water. And servo motor wing turntsile gate and dc motor speed gates barrier are gates installed on the wall.

[rssecurityswingturnstile]

1: servo motor speed turntsile barriers

dc motor speedgate turnstiles barriers is a typical door type, which generally consists of door frames, door leaves, door handles and locks. Door frames are usually made of steel plates or wooden boards, and door leaves are made of cardboard, plastic plates or glass plates. The door manage is a device that pulls or presses the door leaf open, and the lock is a gadget that prevents the door leaf from falling out of the door frame. There are normally two methods to open a door, one is to pull the door and the other is to push the door. The sliding door is opened by the door handle pulling the door leaf far from the door frame, while the moving door is opened by the door manage pressing the door leaf away from the door frame.

2: servo motor swing barrier doors

dc brushless swing barriers door and dc brushless speedlane turntsile barriers In comparison, subway flap barriers gates is created to block water flow through its horizontal position. On the other hand, dc motor wing turntsile gates merely controls the circulation of water by changing the vertical position of the gate. city flap turnstiles Eviction of gates is composed of 2 gates that can be moved horizontally to manage the circulation of water. dc motor swing turntsile Eviction of gates is made up of a gate that can control the flow of water by moving vertically.

3: metro flap turnstiles gates

city flap turnstile gate, likewise referred to as movable gate, is a flood discharge facility that prevents the water level from being expensive or too low. When the water level rises to the set value, subway flap turnstile doors will instantly open. When the water level drops to the set value, metro flap barriers doors The door will close instantly. city flap turnstile gates utilizes a water level sensor to keep an eye on water level modifications and controls the opening or closing of the gate to accomplish the purpose of instantly managing the water level.

4: What's the distinction?

servo motor wing turntsile doors usually refers to closing the gate, while dc brushless speedlane turnstiles barrier refers to opening eviction. metro flap turnstiles gate and dc brushless wing turntsile door is different from dc motor speedgate turntsile barriers. It is a gate installed on the water. And servo motor wing turnstiles gates and dc motor speedgate gates barriers are gates mounted on the wall.

[szrssecurity]

Swing Gate Barrier Turnstile is normally called a slap door in the rail transit market. Its barrier body (gate pendulum) is in the form of an airplane with a particular area, perpendicular to the ground, and swings through rotation Implement blocking and release. The materials of the blocking body are frequently stainless steel, natural glass, and tempered glass. Some also use metal plates covered with unique flexible materials (to minimize the damage caused by hitting pedestrians). Bridge Smart Swing Gate Gate The more popular name has been acquired from the original bridge-shaped structure. It includes a main chassis and two movable swing bars. The swing bars can swing 180 ° or 90 ° to attain the function of dissuading or releasing. Column Swing Gate The look of the main devices is in the type of a column, which can carry out the same functions as the bridge type Swing Door Turnstile. It is characterized by lower cost and less space. RS Security Co., Ltd Main Products: tripod turnstile gate, flap gate, complete height turnstile, swing turnstile, hydraulic bollard, roadway blocker, access control, face acknowledgment, barrier gate and so on. Application of Swing Gate Turnstile It is generally used for passage entryway and exit management. Generally, only individuals are permitted to go through, or people dragging baggage, and disabled people. Thinking about that Swing Gate can accomplish broader channel qualities than wing gates. The majority of Swing Gate passages can be blended with pedestrians, bicycles, mopeds, disabled automobiles and other non-motorized vehicles. component Swing Turnstile structural structure: Swing Gate includes chassis, motion, swing arm, control system, infrared sensing unit, It consists of control equipment and other parts. High-end brake Swing Barrier Gate consists of: chassis, brake motion, control system, infrared sensing unit, control equipment and other parts (high-end brake Swing Barrier The advantage of Gate is that it can stop rapidly and smoothly, there is no shaking, no mechanical stuck structure, and the swing arm automatically opens after power failure. It completely adheres to fire defense requirements).

[prokopetz]

Metroidvania where each upgrade modifies or disables a particular form of game-mechanical bounds-checking.

For example, one upgrade might disable underflow checking for the player character's heath meter; most damage sources only inflict one "unit" of damage (assume a very coarse-grained health system, like Legend of Zelda hearts), so this isn't terribly useful in the general case, but against any damage source which inflicts 2+ health units in one go this can be exploited to make your health wrap back around to full if the final value would be negative. Apart from its situational applicability in fights against bosses with highly damaging attacks, this also serves as the game's equivalent of a hellrun mitigator; damaging environments knock off two units of health per tick, so as long as you ensure that your current health value is always an odd number it will just keep wrapping around indefinitely.

Another upgrade might uncap the player character's falling velocity. Mostly this just lets you get places quicker, but in locations where it's possible to fall long distances it can get you going fast enough to clip into the floor. The game's progression logic explicitly incorporates these floor clips, and several areas are gated by long vertical shafts with one-tile-thick floors at the bottom where the only way to pass is to use your uncapped fall speed to clip through.

Late in the game you pick up an upgrade which disables flag checking for scripted events, making all events available regardless of whether you've satisfied their prerequisites or not. This is mainly useful for completionists, since it allows map areas gated behind "permanently missable" flags to be freely explored during the 100% cleanup phase, but it also grants access to several events whose prerequisites are impossible to satisfy during normal play, including story events which require multiple mutually exclusive outcomes to have happened simultaneously. The narrative implications of this are not addressed.

The last upgrade, of course, disables the map position check that automatically kills the player character if they're out of bounds. This is necessary to reach the final boss.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Teenage Dirtbag III

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Teen!Reader

Summary: You get a job

The mural appears on the building in the middle of the night but it's on the morning news show that moment the sun comes up.

You stubbornly ignore the screen as you stare down at your bowl of cereal, the smallest of smiles on your face as you offer a dry cornflake to little Vince, who takes it and scampers off to eat it at the other end of the table.

"I wish you wouldn't let him up there," Mapi says and you roll your eyes.

"You let Bagheera up here."

"That's different."

"Is it because he's a boy? Is that it?"

Mapi lets out a little bark of laughter for a moment before flicking you in the ear. "I'm worried he's going to fall and hurt himself."

Your kitten peers over the edge of the table after eating his cereal, little legs wiggling in preparation to leap as his half ear flicks happily.

"I think he's survived worse."

Mapi rolls her eyes, plucking Vince off the table and placing him on the floor before she makes her morning coffee.

Ingrid's the one watching the news, her brow furrowed as she listens to the report.

"Well," You say, pushing out and up from the table," I'm going to head to school. I'll see you later."

Ingrid's eyes narrow at your abrupt exit and you don't slow down enough for her to open her mouth.

The path to your school is a familiar one, a fancy private school that Ingrid probably pays an extortionate fee to send you to but is still leagues above the boarding school you used to attend in Norway.

But you've still got a blazer to wear and a shirt and tie - not even one of those clip on ones. It's a proper tie that you've got to tie everyday.

Your skateboard wheels roll over the pavement, earphones thumping with music, as you approach the building. There's a teacher at the gate and they give you a look of disapproval as you come rolling past.

"Hoodie off, Engen," They say," You know the rules."

You roll your eyes as you continue on your way, making a show of stripping off the hoodie you've got on under your blazer just as you make it through the double doors - where it goes straight back on again.

School in Spain isn't really that different to school in Norway apart from the fact that everyone's speaking Spanish.

That's not really difficult either - Spanish that is. You've already got Norwegian and English, and Spanish wasn't really too complex of a language to learn either.

Sure, you've got a bit of an accent and sometimes have to take a moment to think through your grammar but it's nothing that makes it impossible to communicate.

"Off the skateboard, Engen," Another teacher says as you ride down the corridor on your board.

"Will do," You lie through your teeth.

The speed of your skateboard is the only thing keeping you away from the gaggle of girls that follow your every move.

Back at home, Mapi thinks it's hilarious. Ingrid says it's sweet.

You think it's annoying. It's bad enough to appear in the middle of the school year and have everyone automatically know who you are. It's worse when a group of giggling girls try to follow you around all the time. You kind of just want to fade into the background.

"I thought the teacher just asked you to get off that skateboard?"

You roll to a stop in front of one of the prefects.

"I mean...they didn't exactly say when I was meant to get off the skateboard? Just that I should get off it?"

She rolls her eyes, arms crossed over her chest. "You know what they meant."

"Do you ever get tired of being so stuck up?" You ask with a cheeky grin.

"Do you ever get tired of pushing boundaries?"

You shrug. "It's part of my charm."

"Yeah, charm," She scoffs," Let's call it that. You know, I should write you up for dress code. You know you're not meant to wear hoodies to school."

"So I've been told."

"Or trainers."

"They're comfortable."

"Or leave your tie undone."

"I don't like the feeling on my neck."

"And that hairband? Black only."

"What? So I can't wear a red hair tie but you can wear pink ribbons? How's that fair?!"

"So now you're trying to fight with me about it?" She asks, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards," I really should write you up."

Your eyes narrow, nose scrunching up. "You're teasing me."

"What gave it away?"

"I hate you."

"No you don't, Engen. But I do have a note that I was meant to give you during registration. Here, you're excused after lunch. Your sisters are picking you up."

You stare down at the note from the office in your hand as she walks off with her stupid pastel pink hair ribbons.

"Hey! Mapi's not my sister!" You yell after her but she doesn't stop to argue with you about it.

You kind of wish she did.

You shake that thought away though, tucking your skateboard safely under your arm as you make your way over to registration.

School is boring like it always is, even though Ingrid's insisted on them giving you challenging work in the hope of keeping you engaged. She doesn't need to know that you're still skipping classes to hang out in the art rooms with that one eccentric art teacher that can't remember your name but does know the exact brand of spray paint that you love.

You're more than happy to sign yourself out for the day with your hood flipped up as you make your way over to Ingrid's car.

You take a glance back at the building, up to the second floor where that girl is sitting with her stupid pink ribbons, staring bored outside of the History class window.

You know she sees you and you know she sees you put your middle fingers up at her.

"Do you have to do that?" Ingrid asks as you slide into the back seat, slamming the door closed behind you. "You're going to ruin my doors."

"The club will just give you a new car," You say dismissively, plugging your phone into one of Mapi's many chargers. "So...Why am I being let out early?"

"We can't want to do something nice for you?" Ingrid hums, pulling out of the school gates and onto the road.

"Not at lunchtime on a Tuesday," You reply and Mapi snickers in the passenger seat," Don't you guys have training or something?"

"It's almost like you want to be in school," Mapi teases," We can always turn around and drive you back."

"I'm good," You say," But, you know, I haven't eaten yet. Can we grab something first?"

It's hours (and one burger) later that has Ingrid watching you from her passing exercise with Esmee.

Your white school shirt is stained with spray paint and she's ninety percent sure that it's never going to be white again. Your blazer is a heap on the floor and your hoodie sleeves are pushed up to reveal a pastel pink ribbon tied around one of your wrists.

You're totally in the zone though as you adjust your hastily made stencils and step back to review your work.

Ingrid's pretty sure someone could scream your name and you wouldn't even notice, too preoccupied with setting up base layers and a few shapes.

"How it's going?" Mapi asks," It looks..."

Well Mapi can't quite tell how it looks because it's just a bunch of colours and vague shape blobs to her.

"I think I'm going to make the focal point the Champion's League trophy," You say," And then everyone spread out around it."

Mapi tries to picture it but the vague blobs and splashes of colour look just like that to her, no hint of what you can clearly see within it. "Cool," Is all she can say in response.

"It'll look good," You reply," I promise."

"I trust you," Mapi says," I'm just a little sad that I'm clearly not seeing what you're seeing."

"Give it a few days," You promise," And it'll come together."

"I look forward to seeing it," Ingrid says as she approaches.

She's with Mapi, unable to see what you can in the splash of colour and swirls but she's seen enough of your work to know that it all starts off like this.

"Besides," Ingrid says, slipping her hand into yours," Maybe with this to work on, you won't go around tagging random buildings that make it on the news."

"You can't prove that was me," You reply, not taking your eyes off the wall in front of you," They were saying it could be Banksy or someone else trying to make a statement."

"Don't be stupid," You sister says," I can recognise your work anywhere."

[hollyseb]

BARTENDER (PART 4)

You need to make ends meet. How far are you willing to go?

Warnings; violence, blood, swearing

No permission to copy my work

AN; thank you for all the love. And the story will get saucier i promise!!!! Also, happy new year :)))

Part 3 here: https://www.tumblr.com/hollyseb/738091620032987136/bartender-part-3

“There’s been a hit placed on your girl. $10,000. Dead or alive.”

Fuck.

The mobsters from the other night, the ones he beat, must’ve seen him shield you from their attack. Fuck.

The blood in Bucky’s ears was thumping. He could no longer hear Steve. They were going to kill you.

Bucky pushed past Steve, shouldering him out the way, running to the lift. He was disgruntled, fearful, his hair sticking to his forehead, before turning around to Steve.

“Steve, I need you and Sam to organise a watch schedule. She will be surveilled 24/7, and then I need you to contact Rumlow. I’m going to kill him with my bare hands.”

Bucky couldn’t get out of his office fast enough, rushing into the underground garage and into his blacked out Mercedes. He tried to ignore the way his hands were shaking as they locked onto the steering wheel, speeding towards your apartment block.

You had just gotten home, unashamedly lightly touching your lips. He’d kissed you. That was the best kiss you’d ever had. You’d just sat down on your sofa, reaching for your phone to message Nat about the encounter. Your front door was kicked down with a bang.

What the fuck? Your head whipped around to the door, practically jumping out of your skin at the commotion.

It was Bucky. You could tell he was distraught, “you know you could’ve just knocked, right?”

“Honey, you need to come with me right now”, he rushed over to you, cradling your face in his hands. Relief was pouring from his body, his eyes raking over you for damage.

“W-what? Bucky, I’m fine? What’s going on?” Your eyebrows furrowing at his panic.

He was lifting you from your sofa, “go and pack a bag, you need to stay with me for a little bit”.

You pulled your hands out of his, “Bucky, what is this? You can’t just bust into my apartment and-”

“Go and pack a bag. And come with me. Now.”

What the fuck? You didn’t like this. The way he was pushing you. But he had a desperation you hadn’t seen in his eyes before. Was he… scared? You just nodded, grabbing a duffel bag and packing your clothes.

Bucky was scoping your apartment, checking outside the window, his hand on his left trouser pocket. He was erratic.

You emerged from your bedroom, Bucky grabbed the duffel bag from your shoulder, his hand wrapped around your waist as he guided you out of your apartment, he was holding you plush to him. You were finding it difficult to walk. He couldn’t take his hands from you.

He placed you in the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt for you. He rounded his car, before speeding off.

“Bucky, I want to know what’s going on.”

“Just… just wait okay. We’re going to my house. I’ll tell you everything when we get there, okay? The most important thing is that you’re safe”, he reached across and gently laid a hand on your knee. A sharp, calm contrast to how he was acting.

He was just so relieved he had managed to get to you.

The drive to his house was quiet, other than his mobile ringing off the hook.

He pulled up to this house, you couldn’t see it at first. It was completely gated, and the garden fenced with tall trees. The driveway was long, and you couldnt help the gasp that escaped your lips when his house came into view.

It was huge. Gorgeous. Simple but eloquent. The garage opened automatically and again, he helped you out of the car. You tried to stop yourself from ogling his other cars. God, how rich was this man?

He guided you into the foyer, a high ceiling with a huge chandelier. Sam and Steve were standing in the centre of the room, around a table, pieces of papers scattered everywhere, both completely enthralled in what was in front of them, lifting their heads to give a stern nod to Bucky when they saw you.

They were looking at maps, blue prints, criminal records, identifiers. You’d never seen them so serious. You knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. You were itching for Bucky to tell you.

Bucky guided you up the stairs, into the master bedroom. It was simple, but cozy. Grey hues, with books scattered around. A huge wardrobe with you assumed held all of his suits.

“Please sit, and I don’t want you to panic”, you could only nod in response as you sat on the edge of his bed.

He kneeled between your legs, rubbing circles into your knees, “Honey, those men from the other night. They have… they want to … take you.”

“W-what are you talking about?”

“They have placed a hit on you. They saw you with me, and they are using that as leverage”, the words barely sounded in your ears, he could see the panic rising in your face, “but look, you’re here, I’ve got you. You’re safe, as long as you’re with me”

Bucky explained the security system in his home, the bodyguards, the cameras, the protection. You were overwhelmed. And scared. What would they do if they got their hands on you?

You couldn’t help the fearful tears that threatened to fall.

“No, no, no honey, don’t cry”, Bucky stood up, still crouching to meet your eyes. His hands rising to cradle your face, and wipe your tears with his thumbs.

“I’m just scared Bucky”, your hands shaking.

“Shhh”, he pressed sweet kisses into your hairline and he wrapped his arms around you. He hated how scared you were.

Bucky whispered, about how he was going to protect you, how Sam and Steve were tracking down the assailants to take them out. He instructed you to get changed, still sitting in the skirt and sweater you wore to meet him earlier. That felt like a lifetime ago.

You tugged your clothes out your bag, a cozy set to try and smooth yourself.

Bucky left the room so you could change. You didn’t want to admit it but you felt a little less safe with him just standing outside the door.

Despite the weight of the topic at hand, he couldn’t help the stiffening of his cock at the sight of you sitting on the edge of his bed. So innocent, so small. He wanted to devour you. He could see your nervousness, the way you lightly perched in the corner. God, he wanted you in the middle of the bed, spread, your hair falling around you like an angel.

When he knocked on the door, you were tugging your hair from your sweater. He thought you looked beautiful.

You followed him downstairs, back to the room where Sam and Steve were scheming.

“How you holding up, bartender?” Steve said, a soft, supportive smile on his teasing face.

You couldn’t help but smile, “I’m fine, really. I think it’s this guy that you need to be worried about”, you motioned to Bucky, standing in the kitchen, shoulders drawn with tension and jaw constantly twitching.

He looked over his shoulder and sent you a small smile while Steve smirked. He had never seen Bucky so stressed.

He walked over and pulled out a chair and motioned for you to sit down, returning with a hot cup of tea in his hands and placing it beside you with a hand on your shoulder. He rounded the table to sit with Sam and Steve.

It was magnetising, really, the way he was so involved in his work. Instructing Steve to produce blueprints of the warehouse they assumed the opposing mob was inhabiting, and the way he instructed Sam to devise a discreet plan of entry. He was so… dominant. Leading. It was… hot. I wonder if he’s like this in the bedroom.

You tried to shake the thoughts, and the way you couldn't take your eyes off of him, reminding yourself the reason you were here. You turned your focus to the tea.

Bucky was constantly looking towards you, checking you were okay. He smiled when he noticed your eyes becoming droopy. You were tired. You felt safe enough with him to let yourself drop off. He adored it. It was… unexpectantly domestic.

He nudged you, “come on honey, let’s get you to bed.”

You nodded into his chest as he guided you back to his bedroom, peeling the covers back for you and helping you step in, “I’ll be downstairs, come down if you need anything, okay?”

You could only nod, your eyes heavy with sleep. You were exhausted, overwhelmed… and very comfortable. The sheets smelt like his cologne, as if he had his arms around you.

Meanwhile, Bucky, Steve and Sam were downstairs, quietly discussing and scheming how they were going to take down this mob once and for all. He knew they would never stop coming for you after they had seen how much he cared.

Tonight. It had to be tonight. Before more people recieved wind of the hit, and to show others what happened when they messed with Bucky.

They stacked up their guns, loading them into the back of the matte black SUV. Sam and Steve were built for these moments.

You softly drifted off to sleep, until you heard the floor creak open. You barely opened your eyes, assuming it was Bucky back from the warehouse. You expected to feel a kind hand rub your shoulder, or maybe a kiss pressed into your hairline. When a hand was placed over your mouth and nose, your body instantly kicked into overdrive, gasping for air and flailing under the hand.

Your legs kicked out at the tall man, as his other hand worked to grab your wrists.

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitc-“, the gritty voice seethed.

You could feel yourself becoming light headed at the lack of oxygen. No, no, no, no. You began to pass out. Where the fuck was Bucky?

AN; next chapter is ahhh!!!!

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[littlexdeaths]

wild horses - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: established relationship, fingering, public sex, reader is referred to by pet names

a/n: another little repost from my old account, it’s one of my favorites 💕 inspired by that one scene from fear, enjoy xx.

word count: 971

“don’t tell me you’re scared, darlin’.”

eddie chuckles, draping his arm over your shoulders to pull you in closer to his side. his plump lips graze the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver in his embrace. you clutch tightly onto the cuff of his leather jacket before quickly shaking your head.

the rambunctious chatter and laughter echoing around you does nothing to calm your already shaky nerves. having waited over half an hour in this long line for hawkin’s newest attraction has only made you more anxious. but your boyfriend is practically buzzing with excitement.

“i’m n-not scared,” you huff, “but why do we have to sit in the front car?”

while you try to put on a brave face, your shaky tone doesn’t convince either of you. eddie carefully tips your chin up, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose as your frown deepens.

“it’s the best seat in the house baby, trust me you’ll like it,” he grins, mischief sparkling behind his irises.

you don’t have time to answer him as the gate suddenly opens in front of you, the attendant motioning you both forward with a bored expression. eddie takes your hand to guide you towards the cart, swallowing the last of your nerves as you slide onto the hard plastic seat. you carefully tuck your skirt under you as eddie climbs in beside you.

the brunette reaches over your lap to grab the seatbelt, letting his fingertips graze along the bare skin of your thigh for a little longer than necessary. heat pools in your lower belly at the simple touch, your thighs parting almost automatically. the hint of a smirk plays on his lips as he finally pulls the strap over you both and clicks it into place.

your shaky hands wrap around the metal safety bar, pulling it down onto your laps until it locks. just in time for the attendant to come by to make sure you both are securely fastened. the teen steps back from the tracks as he gives a thumbs up to the operator, the press of a button causing the coaster to jolt forward.

you instantly grab onto eddie's bicep, nails digging into the faux leather of his jacket as he rests his hand on your inner thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze. the sun had set while you were still waiting in line, the colorful lights of the park now a sharp contrast against the night sky. it offers you a nice distraction as the coaster continues to climb even higher.

the cheers of the people in the carts behind you has your heart leaping into your throat as the coaster finally reaches its peak. everything suddenly stops then, the cart delicately teetering on the edge of the slope. your breathing becomes labored as you feel your boyfriend's warm palm slide in between your thighs to cup your clothed cunt.

the action causes you to gasp, feeling the coaster slowly begin to tip forward. his plump lips are at your ear then, his wild curls tickling your cheek.

“now— don't be afraid to scream, sweetheart."

eddie's fingers slip past your lace panties to find your clit as the coaster rushes downward at a rapid speed. your hair is flung back off your shoulders from the force of the wind, a strangled cry leaving your lips as he pumps his calloused digits inside your wet heat. his low groan is barely audible over the screams of the other riders.

your eyes flutter shut, hips jutting forward despite the metal bar confining you to your seat. he eagerly slips another digit in, your wetness surely dripping onto the seat below you as he buries them to the hilt inside you. your boyfriend grasps onto your chin with his unoccupied hand to press a searing kiss to your mouth.

“open those pretty eyes for me, baby,” he mumbles against your lips.

you do as you're told, lashes fluttering open to catch a glimpse of his dimples as his mouth lifts in a mischievous grin. eddie begins to curl his fingers up as the coaster suddenly flips upside down in a loop, causing your ass to lift slightly from the seat. you grip onto his wrist in an attempt to keep his fingers from slipping back out.

a scream leaves your lips as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, the motion of the coaster only aids him in fucking you deeper. his thumb continues to rub harsh circles over your swollen clit as your body trembles. between eddie's skilled fingers and the constant motion of the coaster, it doesn’t take you long to meet your end.

that final descent has your thighs pressing together and a drawn out cry to slip past your lips. the sound only intertwines with the screams and shouts of excitement from the other riders. a mixture of fear and arousal courses through your veins as the male continues to pump his fingers inside you. working you through the intensity of your orgasm.

your chest is heaving by the time the ride begins to finally slow. your half lidded eyes watching when he slips his fingers out from between your thighs. eddie brings them up to his lips just as the coaster rounds the final corner into the station, sucking your juices off them with a large smirk. no one but the two of you know the reason for it.

by the time the ride comes to a complete halt you've barely recovered, knees wobbling as you climb out the car onto the tarmac. eddie follows behind you, eagerly scooping you up in his arms and lifting you off the ground. a small squeal escapes you as he carries you towards the exit.

"see, sweetheart?” he hums, nipping at your ear.

“rollercoasters are fun."

[miaoua3]

(pairing: jun x f!reader)

i miss my junnie so much

speed walking through the airport, there’s only one thing on jun’s mind.

he rounds up the corner, exiting the gate. he looks around a bit, feeling a little lost because he can’t find the- oh, there it is. the thingy that bring the luggage.

impatiently standing right at the start of the machine, jun waits for his suitcase to show up on the conveyor belt. after another five minutes, it finally shows up.

the second he sees it, he’s grabbing it before he starts speed walking to the border control.

the entire time the lady behind the counter is checking his passport, jun is squirming, messing with the strap of his backpack, checking his phone for the new messages as well as for the time, looking around. he’s so squirmy, that the lady starts to second guess if she should stamp the passport after all.

after she finally does it, jun takes his passport and suitcase before he starts running for the exit.

the entire time, there are only two things on his mind.

how loud his own breathing sounds in his ears and you.

the automatic door opens and a second later, jun runs out from behind them. stopping in place, he starts frantically looking around for you.

and then there you are. with a big sign that says “welcome home!” with cutouts of his face from the promotional posters for his new drama glued onto it, holding it above your head, excitedly jumping up and down.

and then he’s running again.

a few meters in front of you, he lets go of his suitcase and lets his bag fall off his shoulder.

the moment he wraps his arms around your waist and can feel your own wrap themselves around his neck, he can finally feel himself breathe again after months of being apart and seeing your face only on the screen of his phone.

feeling your tears on his skin, he repositions his hands so he gets ahold of your legs before he pick you up, wrapping them around his waist.

sobbing in his shoulder, you say “you’re back.”

letting out a sigh of relief, he lets a few tears of his own slide down his cheeks.

kissing your hair, he never felt happier saying the following words out loud.

“i’m home.”

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

The Cowgirl and The Aviator Ch12

WARNING: Character harm, blood, hospitals, ranch hands being protective, hurt, comfort, trust building and fluff.

Jake didn’t even pack a bag as he booked a flight to Austin and a rental car for when he landed. Bradley even volunteered to take him to the airport. “When you get there tell her we miss her here, and you better apologize on your knees because she won’t accept anything less”, Bradley said. “I will do anything and everything to get her back”, Jake replied. Bradley watched as Jake fidgeted in the passenger seat and he decided to speed a little to get him to the airport.

Once Jake made it into the airport he went through security and ran to the gate only to realize he had to wait thirty more minutes before he could board the plane. He tried your cell phone several times but it would ring before rolling to voicemail. He begged and pleaded for you to give him another chance that he would do anything for you. Even admitting he would go AWOL from the Navy if he had to.

They announced boarding and to Jake it felt like the longest boarding he had ever sat through. You on the other hand were helping Bull and the other ranch hands brand and castrate the young calves. “Nothing like being outdoors and working like this huh”, he said. “I wouldn’t mind having a ranch like this one day”, you replied. Bull noticed how happy you were and he knew that even though you loved Jake you would be okay. 

It was late afternoon by the time you got done and the guys were setting up to cook some dinner. “I’m gonna walk Rebel down to the creek”, you told Bull. “Don’t be gone too long once these guys get the food done they don’t hesitate to eat it all”, Bull jokes. You nodded and walked the mile to let Rebel cool off and get a drink. While there you noticed someone walking down the creek. You figured it was one of the guys coming back from getting cleaned up in the creek as you relaxed.

Jake had just made it to his sisters front door where he knocked incessantly. Evelynn opened the door with a frown on her face and a glare in her eye. “What do you want?”, she asked. “I need to talk to (Y/N)”, Jake explained. “And you think she came here? Even if she was here, why would I tell my jackass of a brother where she was?”, she scolded. “I know she’s here and I have to get her back, Ev. Ever since breaking up with her all I see when I close my eyes is her. I hear her in my dreams and I messed up. I’ll get down on my knees for her. I know now that the photo was all a trick and I should have let her explain”, Jake rushed.

Evelynn had never seen her brother so distraught, not even when he found the girl he was planning on marrying was cheating on him. “She isn’t here right now, but she’ll be back tomorrow afternoon. Until then you better think about what you’re going to say to her”, Evelynn said. Jake was at a loss so he walked out to the barn where he found your cot with your duffle bag. He noticed a picture poking out of the bag and when he pulled it out he noticed it was a picture of him. 

It was an old photo of when he had just joined the Navy, and he knew that Evelynn had given it to you. It was nice to know you still somewhat cared about him. You were taken by surprise when the person that had been walking stopped beside you. “Hey (Y/N) long time, but I told you that I was going to take you back home”, the person said. You knew that voice right away and when you looked up there stood Jackson pointing a gun at you. “Look I don’t want any trouble”, you said. “Well I just wanted you to come home and now I have to resort to making you come home”, he says grabbing your arm. 

You automatically let Rebel go and slapped him to get him to run. To your relief he started heading back to the camp. Bull was helping put more wood on the fire when Rebel came running into the camp. When Bull grabbed a hold of him his eyes were wide and seemed panicked. He knew something was wrong, Rebel wouldn’t have left you otherwise. He told the boys to mount up as he was the first to saddle up and ride off. 

Jackson was dragging you along the creek when you could hear a horse approaching. Before you could distinguish whose horse or who was coming you heard a cry and before you understood you hit the ground hard. When you were able to find your feet Bull had leapt from his horse and tackled Jackson to the ground. They were scrapping and Bull was winning until Jackson pistol whipped him. Jackson got up pointing the gun at him when you leapt into action. 

You had just hit Jackson when the gun went off the first time. You fell on top of him as you both scrapped knowing now that this was life or death. You could hear the rest of the ranch hands on their horses approaching as you continued. You reached for the gun in Jackson’s hand when it went off and you felt the burning in your abdomen. Jackson pushed you off of him and ran, but one of the ranch hands lassoed his foot bringing him down hard as the gun went flying out of his hands.

Bull was by your side in a second as you could hear Jackson yelling for the guys to unhand him. “You're hurt”, you told Bull. He had some blood coming down from his gray hair. “Hun you’re worse than I am. Someone give me their shirt and ride hard and as fast as you can for the house to get help. They might have to call in the airlift!”, Bull bellowed. A shirt was handed to him when you looked down to see the blood soaking your shirt. “This is gonna hurt hun, but I got ya’. Hold on”, Bull soothed. He used the shirt to put pressure on the wound as you cried out and grabbed his arm. 

“Boss, what do you want us to do with him?”, one of the ranch hands asked. “Rough ‘im up”, Bull growled. That’s all they needed to hear as Jackson started screaming for you to help him. Jake was talking with Colton when one of the youngest ranch hands came riding in like his ass was on fire. “There’s been an accident (Y/N)’s been shot and Bull said she might need an airlift to the hospital”, the young man rushed. Jake felt his blood go ice cold as the ranch hand told them what field they were in.

Colton called for emergency services and explained as he handed Jake his truck keys. “They are sending emergency services”, Colton relayed. He told Jake where to go and when the ranch hands came into view he saw you laying on the ground. He barely put the truck in park as he ran to you. “(Y/N) darlin’ I’m so sorry”, Jake said as he kneeled beside you. Somebody had put their saddle under your head to keep you somewhat comfortable. 

“Jake what are you doin’ here?”, you asked. “I’m here because I messed up. I was coming to beg you to take me back. I know now that I should have listened to you when you tried to explain about the photo. I’m a jackass and I love you”, he tells you. The whole time he is stroking your hair and crying. He worries as you start looking tired and too pale. “I love you too. I never stopped loving you even after everything that happened”, you sigh. He sits with you as you start to feel weaker and weaker.

“Jake”, you whisper. “Yeah darlin’ “, he replies. “I feel cold and tired”, you admit. “You gotta hold on darlin’ the ambulance is on its way. You have to hold on for me. I can’t live without you please hold on”, he panics. Bull is on your other side as you glance at him and notice even he is crying. The ambulance finally arrives as they get out to assess you. Jake insists on riding with you in the ambulance as they load you up. 

“Jake”, you whimper. “I’m right here darlin’ I’m not goin’ anywhere”, he tells you. “Jake I’m scared”, you say right before you slip into unconsciousness. Jake loses it at that moment as sobs take hold of him. The EMT tries to assure him that your pulse is strong as he checks the blood bag he had hung up. Jake is overwhelmed at this point and everything is a blur as he walks into the ER and nurses have to hold him back as you're rushed to surgery.

Bull and the others wait for the police to show up and when they do Jackson is in need of a hospital as well, but once the officers hear what happened they insist on taking everyones statement on what happened. When they find that he has a restraining order they automatically read him his rights and take him into custody. Colton, Evelynn and Bull show up at the hospital where Jake is sitting in the waiting room pacing.

“Jake I’m sure she is gonna be fine son”, Bull tells him. Evelynn tries to get him to sit down as Colton tries to get him to talk. Hours go by when a doctor comes to the waiting room to find them. “How is she please tell me she is going to be okay I can’t lose her”, Jake pleads. “She is going to be just fine. The bullet was removed and internal bleeding dealt with. She is still asleep but I can allow at least one family member back to see her”, the doctor announces. “I’m her husband”, Jake blurts. 

The doctor raises a brow, but walks him back to the room you’re in. He pulls a chair up to your bedside and pulls your hand into his. He doesn’t know how long he sits there just watching to make sure you’re still breathing, but eventually he falls asleep. When you open your eyes you notice that you're in a hospital room and that your abdomen is painful remembering being shot. Then you look to your right to see Jake sitting in a chair slumped on your bed fast asleep. You also notice that your hand is in his and you can’t help but smile. 

A nurse comes in to check on you and make sure that the morphine drip is doing okay. “Your husband was so worried about you. Paced in the waiting room the whole time you were in surgery and hasn’t left your side since he came in here”, she says. “That sounds like him”, you croak. “Here honey, let's get you some water. Ya’ sound parched”, she tells you. The nurse pours you some water and hands it to you making sure you have it before letting go. You drink enough to wet your dry throat as she sets it back on the small rolling tray. “I’m going to come back in a little while to check on you”, she tells you.

After she leaves you squeeze Jake’s hand and call to him softly. He stirs and wakes immediately looking up to lock eyes with you. Tears fill his eyes as he lets out a relieved sigh, “I thought I was gonna’ lose you”. “Oh, well I couldn’t leave my husband”, you tease. He smiled and got up to kiss you. You reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes. “Here I am crying while you're comforting me when it should be the other way around”, he says. “I’m fine you look like a wreck. How did you know where I was?”, you ask.

“Well Penny after hearing me confess that I would beg on my knees to get you back told me where you were”, he says. “Well I’m glad she told you and for the record I will wait for you to beg on your knees”, you say. “I get it if you want some space”, he says. “I think we have spent enough time apart”, you reply. “I hope you can forgive me”, he says. “It might take a while, but I’m sure I can in time”, you tell him.

“I can live with that. Oh Rooster wanted me to tell you that they all miss you”, Jake says. “I should probably call them and let them know what happened”, you yawn. “Don’t worry about that now darlin’. Right now you need to rest up”, he tells you. You both sit and talk as Jake tells you how he found out that the picture was set up, and you tell him about working on the ranch. He listens intently as you talk until you start yawning. 

“Get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up”, he tells you. You fall asleep quickly as he watches you for a while before catching some more sleep himself. The next day Evelynn came up to visit and bring Jake some clothes since he came without any. The room you were staying in had a shower, but Jake would only get in long enough to wash his body and hair. Your stay in the hospital was a week to make sure you were healing properly. 

When it came to leaving the hospital you swore Jake was worse than a mother hen with new chicks. He helped you into the truck that Evelynn and Colton had lent to him. Then he drove ten miles per hour under the speed limit. “Jake honey you can drive the speed limit. The doctor discharged me and said as long as I don’t lift anything until the sutures come out I’ll be alright”, you protest. “Absolutely not, these roads are bumpy and I will not risk hurting you”, he replied. You roll your eyes as he continues to be passed by angry drivers. 

When you finally make it to the ranch you tear up when you see that Colton, Evelynn, Annabelle, Georgia, Bull and the rest of the ranch hands are there to welcome you back. Bull gives you a hug much to Jake’s worry as he rants about being careful. “He’s worse than my wife God rest ‘er soul. She used to fuss over the smallest things”, Bull laughed. You laughed along until pain caused you to stop and slightly double over. “See this is why you should rest”, Jake said. 

“I’ll be fine”, you tell him. He continues to watch you to make sure you aren’t over exerting yourself. After everyone welcomes you back Evelynn goes to cook dinner as you offered to help. “Now I hate to be like my brother, but I feel you should sit down and relax. I do have a job that requires sitting down”, Evelynn says. You follow her to the kitchen where she has potatoes that need peeling. Jake had followed you both in as you felt like you were suffocating. “Honey I think I can sit and peel potatoes without a problem”, you told Jake. 

Annabelle came into the kitchen being careful not to hurt you as she hugged you. “I’m happy that you’re okay”, she says. Georgia comes toddling in and climbs right into your lap as Jake tenses. “Wuv you aunt (Y/N)” Georgia said. That brought tears to your eyes as you hugged her then asked her if she wanted to help peel the potatoes. She excitedly clapped her hands as Evelynn handed you the potato peeler. 

Jake finally relented and walked out with Annabelle to find something to do as she pulled at his hand. “I swear he has done nothing but hover since I got shot”, you say. “Pray you don’t get pregnant anytime soon”, Evelynn laughs. “Oh I could only imagine how that would go”, you snort. “I know my brother is a jackass, but he does have a heart of gold”, she replies. “I still love him, but I can’t forgive him just yet”, you whispered. “I understand me and Colton had a moment like that. It took some time, but we overcame it eventually. Now we can laugh about it”, Evelynn confides.

You smiled at that then giggled a little when Georgia got impatient waiting for you to help her with the next potato. Once dinner was done Jake made your plate bringing it to the table for you. You leaned over and kissed his cheek thanking him for being there for you. He seemed to be more relaxed now than he had been all week. “We need to head back to San Diego, but I don’t know if you can handle the drive”, Jake announced. 

“I’m fit for travel besides you can drive my truck this time. Now I’ll admit it isn’t as fancy as yours”, you reply. The next couple of days Bull helps you pack up your gear, and you start to cry. “What’s wrong hun?”, Bull questions. “You’re the closest thing I have had to a father since I lost mine and I hate goodbyes”, you cry. “Oh hun you’re gonna’ be just fine and if ya’ ever need anything I’m gonna’ be right here on this ranch”, he sniffles. “I thought old cowboys don’t cry”, you laugh through your tears. 

He laughs along with you as Jake comes to make sure you’re ready to head back to San Diego. You had already gotten a doctor appointment set up for a check up back in San Diego so you were ready. After hugging everybody and saying goodbye you and Jake hit the road. You received a phone call from the police asking when you could give a statement. You explained that you were going to be staying in San Diego and the officer took down your information so they could come to you.

“I’m probably going to have to testify at the trial”, you say. “I’ll come with you as long as I’m not on deployment and I guarantee that Bull will go with you if I can’t”, Jake replies. The rest of the ride is calm other than the frequent stops that Jake was taking. He told you it was to get snacks or bathroom breaks, but you know that he is trying to make sure you are okay. Jake eventually books a hotel since he wanted to make sure you got the rest you needed.

When you arrive at the hotel you call Bradley to let him know what has been happening while Jake goes out to get food. When you tell him about what had happened he loses his mind. He continues to ask if you’re okay and starts to sound like Jake. The only way you get off the phone with him is telling him you need rest as directed by your doctor. When Jake comes back with food you let him know about telling Bradley.

“Great I bet he is going to hate me even more now”, Jake says. “Honestly I told him that you're a helicopter boyfriend and he agreed that you should be right now”, you laugh. Jake just stares at you as you open your bag of food until you notice him staring. “What?”, you ask. “You called me your boyfriend”, he says. “Well the way I see it I never broke up with you”, you smile. In one swift moment Jake is sitting beside you pulling you in to kiss you. 

“I love you so much. I made the dumbest mistake of my life when I did what I did”, Jake rambles. “I love you too, but you're taking the couch tonight”, you tell him. You hadn’t let him sleep in bed with you as a sort of punishment and he had obliged without protest. You have had some time to heal, but you want to see if he is serious about you. After staying in the hospital and how he has been by you since then it wasn’t going to take long to convince you he was all in. 

That night he slept on the couch as you took time to think about the last couple of months. Even with him being on a couch, but in the same room brings you comfort. The next morning when you wake up Jake is sitting at the small table with breakfast. “Why didn’t you wake me?”, you ask. “You need rest and you looked peaceful”, he tells you. You smile as you get up and sit beside him to eat. Jake waited for you to finish up then went to the front to check out once he got you to the truck. 

While sitting in the truck you could see Jake peeking through the doors checking on you. You smile when he comes out looking absolutely gorgeous in his jeans and t-shirt. When he gets in and starts driving you scoot to the middle and buckle up. It feels like forever, but eventually you both make it to the apartments. You are both tired and before you know it arms wrapped around you and you could smell Bradley’s cologne. 

“Bradley”, you laugh. He pulls away and asks how you feel, to which you respond. Jake waits patiently as you both catch up. When there is a lull in conversation Jake makes his move. “I know you probably haven’t thought about it, but where are you wanting to stay?”, Jake asks. Bradley looks to you waiting for your answer before Bradley takes you aside. “(Y/N), I know that what he did was wrong, but he has been a mess around here without you”, Bradley confides. You look back to Jake as he watches the ocean while you talk with Bradley. 

“You wouldn’t be upset if I go back to staying with him?”, you ask. “It’s your decision”, he tells you. You ponder it for a moment then smile as you realize that even though he had hurt you, you had missed everything about Jake. “Even though he hurt me I still love him. He has some trust building to do, but he is making up for it. I mean he never left my side at the hospital”, you say. Bradley respects your decision as you hug him and head back over to Jake. “Bring me home cowboy”, you grin. Jake smiles and it feels as though the last couple days fade away.

Once inside Jake helps you get ready for bed like he has for the last couple of days. Everything smells like him and your tension just melts away. He goes to walk back towards the living room when you call out to him, “Where are you goin?”. “The couch I figured you would want your space”, he replies. “Not tonight Jake I want you here with me tonight”, you reply. He hesitates at first until you pat the other side of the bed. The apartment is quiet as you both settle in to sleep.

[fictioonbanger]

speed racer eren being jealous pleaseeeeeseee

race car driver eren!<3 [2]

[just now seeing this so hopefully it hasn’t been LONG, and literally FABULOUS req..]

warnings; jealousy, smut, riding, missionary, etc >

speedracer!eren; who was standing next to his racing car on the track, talking to his crew members. eren had a big race today, it’s not like this was something new though. eren had been racing for awhile already and won so many of them, with you being at every single one. you never missed one, so why didn’t eren see you in the stands yet. usually you’d be there right in the front leaning over the metal low gate keeping the race on the other side, waving to him with a big smile and blowing kisses. but you weren’t and eren had began getting a little worried, still looking around in spots that you wouldn’t usually be in. hearing your soft laughter bounce of his ears, eren whipped his head in the same direction with a big smile plastered on his face. there you were, looking beautiful as always, with a big smile on your face as you laughed more. it confused him a bit that you were in the entrance way instead of sitting. eren was so caught up in your beauty that he hadn’t realized the muscled arm that peaked over the wall as you spoke to the person infront of you. his mood changed quick, who were you talking to? why were you talking to them? who’s fucking arm was that? and what could be so funny that you’d laugh out loud like that? only eren made you laugh that way, or so he thought. eren began to march his way towards you, his crew members very confused. “m-mr. eren! where are you going?! the race is about to start!” one of his members spoke up and instead of acknowledging what they spoke, he turned to give them a deadpan look, them nodding their heads as a “sorry” . eren turned and began to finish his way towards you, you finally had realized eren and smiled even bigger. doing a small run to him wrapping your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. eren didn’t look at you or even acknowledge the kiss you gave him. automatically you knew something was wrong, looking at erens eyes that were starring at the wall. seeing the flick of a lighter and a hand covering it to light his cigarette the person walked from behind the wall. it was his opponent, jean. all dressed in his racer outfit taking a drag out his cigarette.

speedracer!eren; who quickly turned his head to look down at you expecting a explanation. now, it was pretty obvious on how much jean and eren hated each other. trying to push each other off the tracks of the race, bumping heads anytime they’d both have to sit for a double meet and great, trying to be better than the other at anything and everything. you felt a bit uncomfortable with the tension as the two starred each other down. “eren..i was just telling jean about your recent win last race!” you smiled at eren, that dropping seeing how worked up he had seemed. “how come you look so pale renny boy? scared you’ll lose the race.. and your wife.” jean mumbled those last words hitting a long drag of his cigarette before dropping it to step and twist his shoe on it to burn it out. he walked up towards you two, eren slightly moving a hand infront of you and making you step back a bit. “thanks for the company sweetness.” jean smirked at you, all you did was nod not looking at him. you could see how eren was acting and really didn’t want to add onto it. “race’s about to start, we should get to the track yeah renny?” he chuckled loudly before smiling at you again and walking toward the track. eren didn’t say a word, silent the whole time as you both stood there. “ren-“ you tried to speak up, grabbing his shoulder. eren looked at you deadly, now walking up more on you and starring down at you. he grabbed your chin and peered into your eyes pulling your face closer to him. “i’ll see you after the race.” was all he said in his rasped voice as he let you go and walked off. not speaking another word following behind jean to reach the track. you didn’t understand the issue, i mean you DID know about their history.. but didn’t think it was such a big issue.

speedracer!eren; who of course won the game without breaking a sweat, people in the stands cheered for him behind you as you leaned over the gate. waiting for eren to come to you as he usually did after winning. he didn’t, instead walking off the track and going to collect his medal. you were dumbfounded, he was ignoring you, like you weren’t there. why? cause you spoke to his stupid rival to brag to him about eren. it’s not like you were flirting with the man god no, jean was a good looking man, his personality just not so the same. you left the stands to find eren, finding him talking to the owner of the stadium the race was at. accepting his trophy for winning and taking pictures with fans, once again eren had not even glanced at you. you stood there arms crossed as you watched him finish up, eren sighed as everyone left his sight and looked at you with a smirk shaking his head. you were really confused now, what was he smiling at? like he didn’t just death stare and ignore you. eren walked up to you trophy in hand and stood there looking at you for a bit. he slid his free hand on your waste to pull you closer to him, him leaning down to speak into your ear. “i’m gonna fuckin ruin you tonight pretty.” you were shocked from his words, but also a little (lot) turned on. eren moved back up so you could see his face as he let a smirk creep his lips. you didn’t say anything, only walking beside eren as he held your hand bringing you to his car. the parking lot was empty as the last cars began to leave, eren hadn’t cut the car on. sitting there and watching out the window, seemingly looking around to see if everyone was gone. and when the coast was clear he unbuckled his seatbelt, groaning from exhaustion and stretching out a bit. he leaned his hair chair back too, you watched all his actions not having a single clue of what he could be possibly doing.

speedracer!eren; who was tapping the arm rest like he was thinking, looking out at the empty lot. you looked at him and decided to speak up, shifting in your seat to face him. “ren.. are you upset at me?” you asked in a hush tone to not disturb his thoughts. he stopped taping and looked at you and didn’t speak, just taking in your appearance. eyeing your body and your helpless face. “cause if you are i-“ “suck it.” you looked up at him with wide eyes confused on his words. “w-what?” eren sighed and started unbuckling his belt, your eyes adverting towards the bulge pushing from his pants. “did i stutter? suck it.” you swallowed at his words, starring at him then looking at his print. you slowly moved to lean over the seat placing your hands on erens pants to help undo them. he watched you with low eyes, tangling his fingers in your braids waiting for you to take him. you finally released his dick, his tip pink and plush already glistening from pre cum. you looked up at eren once more, turning your attention back on his dick. you rubbed your thumb on his tip to spread his pre cum, placing soft kisses on it. eren was breathing hardly watching your every move with a fist full of your hair. you took him fully into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace. eren groaned loudly once he felt your lips on him, tilting his head back to rest it on the seat. starring at the roof of his car with a mouth wide open, soft moans leaving his lips as you jerked him off. he looked down at you, hair infront of his eyes, he saw you just slowly jerking his dick. eren gripped at your hair more causing you to wince, he tilted your head back to look up at him. “did i tell you to stop?” eren tilted his head waiting for your response, you slowly shook your head no. eren hated when you didn’t use your words, you knew that. he guided your head back to his dick, taking it in his own hands and giving soft taps on your cheek with it. “what’d we say about using our words baby?” eren said holding his leaking dick infront of your face, centimeters away from your lips. “mm, no ren..you didn’t tell me to stop.” you spoke out softly starring at his dick waiting to put it back in your mouth. “then suck my dick like i said beautiful, you know it’s yours. act like it.”eren smirked before pushing your mouth fully on his cock.

speedracer!eren; who never took you both home that night instead fucking you silly in his black tinted car. having you ride him all night for talking to jean, yet alone be around him. “he couldn’t fuck you like this baby i s-swear.” eren moaned out as he fucked himself into you, balls slapping against your ass with every quick thrust. you had your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him closer towards you as you grind on his dick. both your cum mixing under where you were sitting on eren. “o-only you make me feel good ren..” you whispered in his ear, that’s all he needed to hear before flipping your back onto the backseats. he did a slow deep stroke before you could process the position change. you’ve came with eren more than 4 times it was so obvious you were both so overstimulated with the pleasure of each other. eren was a moaning mess above you, telling you how good your pussy is and how no one could ever make you feel the way he makes you. “h-hate when you talk to other men..especially l-like jean. he’s no good.” eren said this falling into your scent now leaning down to place wet kisses on your neck and the crook of your collarbone. thrusting deep into you, his strokes were reaching for something. to come inside of you, making you a babbling mess under him. “i-mm! i won’t ren! fuck!” you tilted your head back as your eyes rolled you were gonna cum and he could feel it. the way you clenched around him, keeping him in as he kept rutting into your dripping cunt. “good baby..fuck! now cum on my dick yeah? with me please..” you moaned out a loud response, hands gripping on erens flexing arms. eren did a loud sigh and began pumping into you faster, shooting all his cum inside of you, moaning your name loudly and not with a care in the world. “f-fuck baby! ‘m cumming ren!” you squirmed under him, cumming and clenching on his dick. moaning and leaning up to kiss ren passionately, it seemed he was wanting the same. he slowed his pace, still thrusting in while you moan each stroke. he finally pulled out and placed peppered kisses all over you, as he smirked. he seemed so achieved, especially with his win today. mans pride was through the roof, but it didn’t bother you.

[rssecurityspeedlaneturnstile]

1: servo motor speed turntsile barriers

servo motor fastlane turntsile barriers is a common door type, which primarily consists of door frames, door leaves, door manages and locks. Door frames are usually made of steel plates or wooden boards, and door leaves are made from cardboard, plastic plates or glass plates. The door deal with is a gadget that pulls or pushes the door leaf open, and the lock is a device that prevents the door leaf from falling out of the door frame. There are usually 2 methods to open a door, one is to pull the door and the other is to push the door. The sliding door is opened by the door handle pulling the door leaf away from the door frame, while the sliding door is opened by the door deal with pressing the door leaf away from the door frame.

2: dc motor swing turntsile doors

servo motor wing barrier door and servo motor speedgate turntsile barrier In comparison, train flap barriers door is created to obstruct water circulation through its horizontal position. On the other hand, servo motor swing turntsile door just controls the circulation of water by altering the vertical position of the gate. train flap turnstiles Eviction of doors is made up of 2 gates that can be moved horizontally to manage the circulation of water. servo motor swing turnstiles The gate of door is made up of a gate that can control the circulation of water by moving vertically.

3: subway flap barrier gate

subway flap barrier gates, also called movable gate, is a flood discharge center that prevents the water level from being too high or too low. When the water level rises to the set value, metro flap turnstile door will immediately open. When the water level drops to the set value, city flap barriers doors The door will close instantly. city flap barriers gates uses a water level sensor to monitor water level modifications and manages the opening or closing of eviction to achieve the function of automatically controlling the water level.

4: What's the distinction?

dc brushless swing turnstiles gate normally refers to closing eviction, while servo motor fastlane turnstiles barriers refers to opening eviction. subway flap barrier doors and servo motor swing barriers doors is various from servo motor speed turnstiles barrier. It is a gate set up on the water. And dc brushless wing barriers door and dc brushless speedgate turntsile barrier are gates installed on the wall.

[rssecurityswingturnstile]

1: dc brushless speedlane turntsile barrier

dc brushless speed turntsile barriers is a typical door type, which primarily consists of door frames, door leaves, door manages and locks. Door frames are normally made of steel plates or wooden boards, and door leaves are made from cardboard, plastic plates or glass plates. The door handle is a gadget that pulls or pushes the door leaf open, and the lock is a gadget that prevents the door leaf from falling out of the door frame. There are usually two ways to open a door, one is to pull the door and the other is to press the door. The moving door is opened by the door deal with pulling the door leaf away from the door frame, while the sliding door is opened by the door handle pushing the door leaf away from the door frame.

2: servo motor wing barrier gates

dc motor wing turnstiles gates and dc motor speedlane turntsile barrier In contrast, train flap turnstile gates is created to block water flow through its horizontal position. In contrast, dc brushless wing turnstiles gate merely controls the flow of water by altering the vertical position of eviction. metro flap barriers Eviction of door is composed of two gates that can be moved horizontally to manage the flow of water. dc motor swing turnstiles The gate of gate is made up of a gate that can control the flow of water by moving vertically.

3: metro flap turnstiles gate

metro flap barriers doors, also called movable gate, is a flood discharge center that avoids the water level from being too expensive or too low. When the water level rises to the set worth, metro flap turnstiles gate will immediately open. When the water level drops to the set worth, train flap barriers gate The door will close automatically. train flap turnstiles gate uses a water level sensing unit to keep an eye on water level changes and manages the opening or closing of eviction to accomplish the purpose of instantly controlling the water level.

4: What's the distinction?

servo motor swing barrier gates usually refers to closing eviction, while dc brushless fastlane turntsile barrier describes opening eviction. metro flap turnstiles gates and dc motor swing gates is various from dc motor speedlane turnstiles barriers. It is a gate installed on the water. And servo motor swing barrier gate and dc motor speedgate gates barriers are gates installed on the wall.

[queenofmoons67]

stitching up the loose threads of his soul: 1/15

Master Post

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, some cursing

Link is wrist deep in blood and viscera when the message arrives: Seven strangers have arrived at the castle gates with their eighth companion hanging onto life by the last threads of a life spell. They need a doctor urgently, and Zelda has asked for Link.

Link looks at the messenger, then down at his bloody hands—still in a soldier’s guts, two fingers pinching an artery closed while five more hold a needle—then back at the messenger.

“Go,” Nurse Kaori says. She closes her own fingers over the artery delicately, then elbows him away. “We’ve seen you do this a dozen times; we’ve got it.”

The other nurses and doctors nod, each stepping up around the operating table, and Link wastes no further time in stripping his hands of their bloody leather gloves, grabbing a field bag from the counter, and gesturing for the messenger to show the way.

The man is a sergeant, high enough in rank to have served in the war, and it shows in the speed at which he turns corners—this is a man who has run the castle halls while Ganon knocked on their doorstep, let alone while a single man threatens to die there.

Link matches his speed with ease. He may not have run messages through the castle, but he has fought here and ordered troops into different positions. By now, he knows the castle better than he knows the village he grew up in.

They rush around a final corner to find that the main doors are already braced open by two guards, letting Link and the messenger hurtle out. For a moment, the afternoon light is blinding; while the operating room was well-lit, the rest of the castle relies largely on window lighting during the hot summer months, preferring to let their eyes adjust than to bake in both the heat of the day and the wall sconces.

Link’s eyes adjust now, clearing to reveal enough heavily armored strangers that his hand automatically flexes for his sword hilt before he tracks the eighth stranger bleeding out on the two hundred year old stones of the castle entrance.

Four of the strangers turn to look at him. One, in a wolf pelt, has been pacing, while another in a white cape trailed him. A boy with a war hammer slung over his shoulder stands beside a person with pink hair, both of them talking with Zelda.

A man in a four-colored tunic holding gauze and a teenager continuously pulling items from a slate kneel across from another teenager, whose glowing hands are pressed to the head of their injured party member.

The injured man wears armor from neck to toe. Link would be impressed at the show of strength, except someone has clearly taken advantage of his lack of helmet and led him to where he is now: Lying on the ground, unconscious, surrounded by worried friends.

Link advances into the huddle and kneels so that his knees bracket the injured head, giving him the best access to the wound possible. He drops his field bag next to himself and takes only a moment to pull on clean leather gloves before snagging gauze from Four-colors and reaching for the injury.

“Let me see,” he orders brusquely.

The healer looks up and blinks away tears. “It won’t stop—”

“Head wounds bleed,” Link reassures. “I know what I’m doing; trust me.”

Link doesn’t expect anyone with the life of a friend in their hands to trust him right away, but he does expect them to recognize when they have no other choice, and the healer does. His hands retreat, and Link inserts his own swiftly, pressing gauze to the wound. From there, he eases back in increments, revealing only parts of the wound at a time until he has a complete picture.

Link’s not surprised the healer is in such a state. Even for someone experienced with healing, head trauma is scary, and this wound… he can see where healing has begun, where blood vessels have knitted back together and cracks in the skull have fused. A red potion, he guesses, plus the magic of the healer, covering what must have once been a gaping head wound.

“You’ve done well,” Link praises, and flashes the trio a smile. “I think he would have survived even if you hadn’t gotten him here, but I’m going to make sure of it, ok?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before focusing back on his patient. The various tissues covering the skull haven’t healed yet, but that will happen with time. Even the blood seems to be remnants from before the blood vessels healed, now leaking out with no where else to go.

Link’s main worry is contamination. He knows well from the war how even a small cut can become infected if left open to the environment, and if the man’s brain becomes infected, his chances of survival are minimal.

Link tosses the used gauze to the side, takes fresh ones from Four-colors, and presses it around the most blood-soaked areas, cleaning up as much as he can. Then he nods at the slate-wielding teenager.

“My bag has a small jar inside it. I need one of the needles, and also the suturing thread next to it.”

Slate-wielder jolts into action, and even goes the extra kilometer and threads the needle.

“Good,” Link says, taking the supplies. A small spell slips from his fingers and over the needle and thread, cleansing them, and a secondary spell does the same for the injured area—and then he bends to the task of stitching a man’s head back together again.

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