#don��t take some of these seriously

[somethingthing]

Warm Up

Rafe Cameron x pouge!fem!reader

Warnings: none really, just fluff

Word count: 630

A/N: what is happening?? Two fics in like three days?? I must be sick or something.

No but seriously, I’m so in love with Rafe and I just need some fluff so this is just something short and sweet that took me way too long to get down.

Hope you enjoy!! <33

You were cramped up on a sunbed, it was a tight fit but with Rafe laying half on top of you it was comfortable enough. His head was laying on your chest, using it as a pillow. It was still warm out, the last bit of sun warming up your bodies.

"This is nice" you reached your hand out to get the drink on the small table next to you, taking a sip "Want some?" you held the glass at his level.

"Thanks, but that means i need to move" he squeezed his arms tighter around you "And I´m way too comfortable" he finished.

"Suit yourself" you downed the last bit, leaving only the ice in the glass.

"I´m sorry about what went down on the beach" he mumbled. Your hand that had been stroking his back stopped for a moment "I know I should’ve said something"

You shifted a bit, making him look up at you "I know you are honey" you had been mad at him, but you understood why he hadn´t said anything. With all the whispering behind his back about his dad and family he was scared, scared that if he wasn´t all in with the rest of the kooks they´d turn against him.

"I´m sick of it, the whole kooks and pouge thing" he laid his head down on your chest again "But I did hate them, especially those idiots my sister keeps running around with, but i like you" he nestled his face into your neck "Really like you" you could practically feel him smirking as he placed lazy kissed on your neck.

"Rafe" you giggled out. You sank deeper into the sunbed, placing yourself directly under him. He was hoovering above you, making the sun hit your face.

"You really are something, you know that?" you felt your face heat up. It wasn´t too often he was like this, the rare moments you got, you cherished "Pouge and all" he teased, grinning down at you.

Just like that, the peace you just felt was replaced with mischief "And you are an asshole" you shot back, placing a playful kiss on his nose "You know, if you like me and I´m a pouge, you might like the others too"

He huffed "Pfft if they´re not you, I don´t like them" you scrunched your face in dissaproval "But-" he sighted deeply "but I`ll try and tolerate them" he finished, kissing your lips softly.

"I can live with that" you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. The sun had gone down and the lack of the previous warm rays made you shiver slightly "Is the hot tub running? I´m cold"

"Don´t think so, but it doesn't take long to heat up" he sat up, pulling you with him. Your legs draped over his knees "But in the meanwhile I think I know a few ways to get you warm again" his hand ran up your leg, grinning at you, your cheeks fluster again.

"My saviour" you said dramatically, swinging your legs to the ground you stood up "I´m gonna go and get my bikini while you heat the tub up" standing up as well he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Bikini? No no, no need for that" he once again placed lazy kisses along your neck, making you lean your head back against him "I told you, I have a plan to keep you warm" he slowly started to walk towards the hot tub still with his arms around you.

"Mhm, right" you giggled out, turning your head to place a kiss on his jaw. You wished you could stay like this forever, just you and Rafe, away from everyone and everything. You knew that tomorrow would be back to the usual chaos that seemed to curse the island, but for now, you were here. Just here in the moment with Rafe, not worrying about anything.

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Not sure I like this but it just feels good the write I guess so here we are. And as always feedback is always welcome and thank you for reading!! <33

[ask2012donnie]

Hello there! Donnie again, obviously. Halloween at the house--we take our costumes very seriously (sans Raph).

Leo used up a whole roll of gauze to make his mummy costume. Raph was sulking and dragging his feet, but he dressed up (but the tuxedo t-shirt for Dracula is in poor taste, tsk tsk Raph). Mikey hoarded Sensei's fur shed and glued it together into a werewolf costume...points for creativity, but that's disgusting, Mikey. Leo did some light decorating and Mikey was in charge of the spread...until we smelled what was coming from the kitchen and ordered pizza instead. And we watched some B-horror movies!

@lydiadeetzfan Yes, and Halloween was very fun. Beetlejuice, eh? I've always thought the concept was silly; sounds like a name Mikey would throw out. Well, hope you had fun as well!

@big-teddy-bear17 I was Frankenstein's monster, and I decided to call my costume Franken-Don. Mish-mashed a number of loose hardware/spares and I painted some sutures and put some nails on. I'm not sure if I can look as terrifying as the original monster because of my adorable face, hah!

@jessicakeffer995 Happy (belated) Halloween!

[livwritesstuff]

Eddie is holed up in the office of his and Steve’s home working on some writing when he notices an odd kind of commotion coming from upstairs.

Now, he and Steve have three daughters under the age of ten, so commotion is pretty much a baseline for them, but it’s odd because it sounds like Steve might actually be involved this time, and that makes it especially weird because Eddie was pretty sure that Steve was taking the kids to see a movie to give Eddie a few hours to maybe hit that word count goal (he probably won't, but whatever).

It's just about odd enough for Eddie to go investigate further and, indeed, he finds a very much ticked-off Steve standing outside of their middle daughter Robbie’s closed bedroom door.

“What the hell is going on?” Eddie asks.

Steve rounds on him. 

“She’s driving me insane,” Steve says, “That kid is you in a seven-year-old’s body, and I’m going insane.”

“Wait, can you…” Ed shook his head, “What’s happening?”

“I thought it would be fun to take the girls to that new Nanny McPhee movie because they liked the first one, right?” he starts

“Sure.”

“The second – the second – I suggested it, Robbie starts ranting and raving. Ed, do you know what she said to me? 

“Oh god,” Eddie said warily, “What’d she say?”

“She said sequels aren’t passion projects, Papa. They’re just for money. Who the fuck do you think she learned that one from, Ed?”

And yeah, shit, that might be Eddie’s bad.

“Whatever,” Steve says before Eddie has a chance to respond, “So she doesn’t wanna go – that’s fine – but, shocker, the other two still want to go, and just as we’re walking out the door, Robbie demands that we wait for her because she actually does want to come and now,” Steve pauses to hold in a laugh as Robbie scutters out of her room in the direction of the bathroom, one shoe on and an earring half-in, “Now we’re gonna be so fuckin’ late because this one can’t just throw on a sweatshirt and get in the car.”

Eddie knows for a fact that Robbie had spent the entire weekend in the same pajamas she’d worn to bed on Friday night, but now she’s donned a denim dress with a red t-shirt and black tights underneath. She’s got black combat boots on her feet (just one at the moment, actually), and she’s wearing the leather jacket Eddie had found at a thrift shop in New York to complete the ensemble.

“Look at this kid,” Steve says, following Robbie into the bathroom and watching as she tried to fix her earring with one hand and her hair with the other, “Robbie, it’s August. It’s almost ninety degrees outside. Maybe think about ditching the leather.”

“I don’t care,” she fires back, “It’s about the look, Papa.”

“We’re going to a movie theater. It’ll be pitch black. Nobody will be looking at anything other than the movie. Let’s go.”

But Robbie is already pushing past him with a belligerent, “Outta my way. I gotta get another necklace.”

Steve manages to snag Robbie by the back of her jacket and swing her up into his arms.

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” he says as Robbie furiously tries to squirm out of his grip to no avail, “Oh, I’m Robbie and I’m four feet tall and I get up-in-arms about everything and I’m gonna wear a leather jacket in August even though I once got heat exhaustion at the mall and gave my dad a fuckin’ heart attack.”

Robbie is in giggling hysterics by the time Steve ends his onslaught of mockery and puts her down.

“What do you think?” Steve asks, “You ready to go?”

“Yeah,” she says, and then she asks, “Can you help me find my other shoe?”

“And now she’s asking me for shit,” Steve comments in disbelief as Robbie ducks back into her room. He looks at Eddie, “Seriously, you need to call Wayne and apologize for everything you must have put him through.”

“Alright.”

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Ace

Ace would pretty much find any excuse to have a sleepover with you at Ramshackle dorm. He envied how you were a single freshman with a huge, yet rickety, dorm all to yourself. Granted that you had Grim to keep company, you were still a singular human in a big building nonetheless. As the Prefect, you had the greatest benefit in not having to deal with a super strict Housewarden.

Having Ace come to your dorm with a collar around his neck was one thing. Having Ace freely come to your dorm with a full bag ready for some fun was a pleasant other. Other than his essentials, his overnight bag was loaded with a bunch of magic trick equipment, which included the required deck of cards. For the first hour, Ace pleasured his hosts with a bunch of tricks that he'd been working on back at Heartslabyul and between class breaks. Grim could never get over how one simple scarf can become tied to a multitude of them tied together with one scrunch of Ace’s fist.

Then, a few simple rounds of blackjack quickly turned into a game of how Ace was able to cheat his way into winning as the dealer each round. Seriously, with every single game that you had played with this guy, you had become more used to figuring out how Ace was able to do it, despite your inability to produce and conjure magic yourself. Ace had become more slightly annoyed at that, but at the same time he was more so impressed. 

After two and a half hours of fun gaming, Ace went to go take his shower. You knew by then that the heart mark that Ace always wore on his eye wasn't actually a real birthmark, but that didn't mean that you were getting more used to his bare face at night. Once his evening wash was done, he caught you in the middle of setting up his guest bed. Instead of asking to help you with that, he insisted upon himself to finish the job. As you straightened out his sheets, he patted on his own pillows. When Ace was done with that, he looked back at you, noticing that you were staring. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ace asked as if he had been transfigured into a lopsided rabbit.

“Sorry. I didn't mean to,” you replied. “It's just that I'm not used to you without your heart makeup.”

“Oh, you thought it was a birthmark?”

“I'm not too familiar with folks who are from the Rose Queendom.”

Ace scoffed. “The only people born with any birthmarks in the Rose Queendom are the people born to the Royal Family. Any common person born with a shaped birthmark means that something weird has happened.”

“When you say weird, you really mean…”

“Exactly.”

Ace opened his overnight bag, and he pulled out two tops. One was a white t-shirt, and he threw it on over his torso first. The other was a red hoodie with an image of a card soldier army marching on the front, which he donned over the t-shirt. Ace had explained to you that he got cold sleeping at night, so wearing layers always made him comfortable. You knew how Ace would tease you if you made any comments about the clothes that Crowley provided you, which was only the bare basics. You were grateful to get spare blankets as gifts from friends, but in the deep of winter, sadly, it wasn’t enough. You envied Grim for having fur to protect his little self.

“Are you going to be alright there?” Ace questioned.

“As I can be,” you said. “Why are you asking all of the sudden?”

“Part of me thinks that room gives you the heebie-jeebies.”

“I've had months to get over that.”

“Well you know me. If you ever need a big strong man…”

Chuckling, you playfully punch Ace in the arm.

However, he wasn’t all that wrong. With the lights out, Grim was snoring to the side as usually, and you were staring up at the ceiling, counting the tiny cracks. You had been twisting and turning, trying to ignore the breeze. Your fretting comes to an end when you get a whisper at your door.

“Hey, Prefect.”

You turned over, and there stood Ace, slightly hunched over. “What are you doing up?” you questioned.

Ace sighed. “I couldn’t sleep. I had a feeling you’d be up.”

“That’s so unlike you.”

He admitted that it wasn’t really fun to sleep in separate rooms. At Heartslabyul, he was used to having the company of Deuce and two other roommates. If he ever wanted to say something, he’d have three other sets of ears. In a spare guest room, Ace didn’t have anyone. Ever since gaining a friendship with you, Ace didn’t like being separated in the same building.

With that said, you opened your heart and allowed Ace to take the right side of your bed, which had always been empty. He graciously took your offer and immediately snuggled up against you. When you asked why he was being so hasty, he quickly replied that he was going to guard you from the cold. He thought you would appreciate it. Though you didn’t say it, little did he know…that you did.

[ferrstappen]

max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

[thatshadowcomic]

tbh there's a scene thats so clear in my head, just gotta iron out the details:

Sonic is sent off to find Shadow, claiming he can talk to shadow and get this mess sorted out (were still in classic style btw).

At the cave:

Maria lay sick in a makeshift bed, hidden in a dark cavern with a hole at the top, moss hanging down. There was some kind of battle, after Eggman attack Knothole, and Shadow/Gerlad/Maria were spotted, assumed to be in cahoots with Eggman. Sonic doesn't think they would have done something so brutal and this its a misunderstanding. He wants to hear Shadow's side, but all he finds is maria, laying sick, pale and seemingly in a coma. Maybe he find shadow by her bedside instead? Shadow spin dashes him/tries to chase him off, but sonic warns him that maria needs the royal's help. that she's seriously sick. Shadow wants nothing to do with them, convinced they'll jail them both for their relation to Eggman and Gerald. By this point, Gerald's been captured and will likely be sentenced to treason/death.

"You might not want my help, shadow... but she needs it..."

"I was created to help her, just go away!"

"I'm your friend, shadow, Im not going anywhere."

"I didnt have friends before, I don;t need them now...!"

"Well sucks for you, doesn't it--"

Maria tenses up, likely in pain, stopping them from fighting. Shadow moves to help heal her, but his powers are depleted after whatever fight went on, so he struggles to help as Maria slowly fades away. He begins to tear up, desperately pushing himself, but he doesn't have any energy left. I feel like she'd apologize, maybe this is where the promise scene occurs?

"Shadow..." He looks up, surprised she's awake again,

"I'm sorry I broke my promise...I couldn't support you like I said..." She smiles.

Obviously he could care less, telling her it's okay, "But Please promise me Shadow... promise to protect this planet for me... That you'll appreciate everything it has to offer..."

"M...Maria?" The moment of clarity makes shadow's stomach drop.

"Shadow, you gotta let me take her!"

"Promise me... you'll bring hope to all of Mobius..."

As her eyes close, Shadow panics and breaths heavy, like right before you start to cry kinda breathing. "Sonic...!" He abruptly turns, desperately crying out,

"if youre really my friend-- p-please! Please help her...!"

Sonic doesn't argue with him about joining, instead quietly nodding and taking maria back to the castle.

At the castle:

Sonic brings maria and tries to convince Sally's father, who's shocked,

"Are you insane?! That monster will already be desperate and full of rage when he realizes we captured his creator! Why would you bring her here?!"

"He's gonna be pretty desperate and angry if anything happens to 'er too!"

Sally joins and says something like "He trusts Sonic, maybe this is a perfect time to establish a line of trust with us, get him on our side before Eggman gets to him!"

The king reluctantly agrees, having her taken back. He decides to give Shadow space for now and formulate a plan, avoiding pressuring him... or so he tells Sonic and Sally.

That night, at the cave:

Shadow lays in the makeshift bed, noting the dried blood. He curls up in a ball, tense, all alone for the first time. He has to trust sonic... Sonic knows he wouldn't hurt people...right? He hears a sound and thinks sonic finally returned, but it's guards, who used sonic's communication device to track where sonic went. He tries to escape, but his powers are too low to warp away and they over power him. He tries to explain he never hurt anyone, that he was trying to help. The scene ends with Shadow Crying out for Maria, for help. Sonic would return after a day or two, not finding Shadow, no matter where he looked... He would have assumed Shadow went back into hiding considering Eggman seemed to know nothing about him... In reality, the King couldn't kill him, so they held him up, deep under the castle with specially made shackles/capsule. They wouldn't connect for years... maybe 8 or 10?

I can't decide if he'd be awake or not, maybe partly awake? Like he wakes up years later, after they stop maintaining his capsule? Myabe once Chaos is defeated, that energy passes by him and he escapes? Myabe Eggman finds him like SA2?

Maybe after Perfect Chaos is defeated, all that energy passes through Shadow, reinvigorating/awakening him. I have such a clear visual of sonic and shadow meeting again as he rips the castle apart...

based on this:

[theturtlelovers]

Hi! May I request, for the sentence prompts, number 5: “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” For a female reader with Donnie who are bf and gf, and the reader is saying it to Don?

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Pairing: Donnie/GN!Reader Rating: Everyone Contents: The reader is implied to be female in request but can be interpreted otherwise, Donnie licks icing off of pop tarts Warnings: None Wordcount: 666

Notes: Hehe, getting back to knocking those requests down! It'll be a while before I even consider reopening requests, though.

What you were doing wasn't particularly new. It had become a routine to lovingly annoy your boyfriend until he had no choice but to turn his attention to you. Because miraculously, the moment he did, he would see you fluttering your lashes and sending him a sickeningly sweet smile dripping with feigned innocence. If it were his brothers, Donnie would be ready to scold them to the point they'd regret even being in the same proximity as him. Yet, because of that victory grin you would flash when you got him to look at you, he couldn't bring himself to do so.

And it was very interesting because you'd always find new ways to grab his attention.

One time, you texted him that you needed assistance at your apartment. Being the helpful lover he is, he came over ready to lend a hand, only to find that you had lied and just wanted to have dinner with him. Although annoyed as his mind was already recalling his list of tasks, he realized how hungry he was and how much he yearned for your touch. So, he ate the home-cooked food you made and then stayed even longer for movies. 

Another time was when he hadn't emerged from his lab for nearly an entire week. While you absolutely respected the effort and dedication he put into his work, you missed him, and he seriously needed to take care of himself. So you sat next to him and started reading. Out loud. Very monotonously. And it was the Bible! "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth," you began, your voice droning on in a blank tone. "And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”

Donnie didn’t register it at first, but then he looked at you in absolute confusion.

"And God said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light," you continued, not missing a beat.

“What are you doing?” If he had eyebrows, they’d definitely be raised right now. In his confusion, he was trying to fight a smile creeping up.

You looked up from the overly thin pages of the scripture, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “What do you think? I’m reading till you love me again.”

The self-taught scientist rolled his eyes, his annoyed confusion forgotten. “Okay, okay, come here.” Then there was that smile.

This time, you decided to employ the most annoying yet basic tactic to garner his attention: poking him repeatedly. Leo had once again clumsily broken the toaster, and it was out of commission. Donnie wanted to be able to toast his Pop-Tarts before licking the icing off later, so repairing the toaster was an absolute must.

It was hard to do that, though, when you slid in like a worm (he’d still love you as a worm; you’d be beneficial in different ways) and started poking him.

The first few pokes didn’t bother him at first. They were so fleeting and feathery he didn’t really care that you were touching him. They weren’t impeding his work.

But then they got a bit harder. And longer. And it was actually affecting his ability to think since you were choosing to poke random spots.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Donnie took a deep breath and slowly turned to you. You blinked at him blankly. God, he was so lucky was madly in love and your cute face and pretty lips- Donnie’s eyes closed for a moment. He took another deep breath and released it with a small shake of his head.

“Well, you certainly have it now.”

You did your little weird giggle as if you were some sort of gremlin. “Hehe! What’d the toaster do to Leo this time?”

While he recalled Leo’s version of the grand battle he had against the appliance, Donnie couldn’t help grinning when he saw the same smile you always have. Victory once again.

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[ashtheketchum]

Comfort Bayverse TMNT

A/N: Somehow I only see stories in which the turtles are comforting us, but here it's the other way around! How would we make the turtles feel better? (Picture from Pinterest!)

Warnings: Maybe alittle bit of angst, fluff, Injury, GN.Reader

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Leonardo:

Leo had argued with his brothers again, but it didn't end as well as it should

He was angry, but above all disappointed, so he went into a quiet corner

You had heard them arguing and you wanted to comfort Leo

You saw him meditating, so you quietly walked over and sat next to him

"You wanna talk about it, Leo?" "No, not really..."

So you just sat quietly next to him and watched him meditate

However, after a few minutes, he sighed loudly and started talking about what had happened

You comfort him by telling him that arguments are normal and that he shouldn't always take everything to heart

You then hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, which made him relax

Thanks to you, he can think about something else

Raphael:

Raph was seriously injured on a mission and was now no longer allowed to go on missions (for a certain time only).

It made him angry and he even argued with you, with the end result being sent to his corner

The other three were off on a mission again while you were supposed to look after Raph

You had made him something to eat and taken some bandages with you

"Raph... are you hungry?" "... yeah, maybe..."

You had put the food in front of him and while he ate you had taken care of his wound

As you tended to his wound, you had hugged him tightly

Raph returned your hug and apologized to you for the argument

Of course you forgive him and then he finishes eating

While he ate, you explained to him why you insisted he rest and he promised you to take more care of himself <3

Donatello:

Donnie had spent an entire week working on a project that was very important to him

However, it went completely wrong and he was completely devastated

Leo had told you and asked you to take care of your boyfriend

So you had bought a few puzzle books and filled out a few things

As soon as you didn't know anything anymore, you made your way to your boyfriend

"Dove, not now... I don´t feel so good..." "But I need your help, please..."

So, unmotivated, Donnie sat down with you and you showed him the puzzle books

After only a short time, Donnie had forgotten about his old project and he enjoyed spending some time with you again

When you had finished all the puzzle books, you kissed him lovingly and hugged him tightly

Afterwards you always took a little time to fill out a few puzzle books

Michelangelo:

Mikey was a little sad that he couldn't go out on Halloween

It was the only day he could go out without being called a monster, but Leo had forbidden him

You didn't want to spend Halloween without your boyfriend either, so you decorated everything in your house and put on a costume

You then invited Mikey over while you ordered food and got out a few snacks

When Mikey arrived he was incredibly happy and he could already smell the pizzas you had ordered

"Happy Halloween, Mikey!" "That's awesome, Babe!"

You had spent the whole evening together and also looked outside to watch the others

One time even small children rang your doorbell and Mikey gave them candys

You also took a lot of selfies together and watched a few movies together

He wants to do this every Halloween now

[starcrossedreaders]

HELLO! I noticed that your requests are open AAAAH! BUT before i will tell you mine i need a silent minute to appreciate your work. ......

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR WRITING STYLE, YOUR CREATIVITY, YOUR MIND, YOUR BODY, YOUR FAMILY, YOUR MOM, YOUR DAD AND OF COURSE FOR YOU!!!! because your writing style?! Im always kicking my feet how you picture Leon skdjdkdnrekekddjfj. So umm yeeah my request, if you will so kindly agree with writing it down, your majesty. KABEDON!🧎‍♀️ Yeah you saw right KA-BE-DON. I, because i love, once again your writing style, let your fantasy bring out the best of you! Love you and now i will, finally take my leave. (I dont want to pressure you so, if i can, feel free to ignore this! And sorry if there was some kind of a mistake! English is not my first language tee hee) SENDING LOVE 🦫

Author's Note: KABEDON!!! Whenever I think of Leon and kabedon I can only picture a cocky RE2 STEP BRO LEON. So that's what I just wrote :) and Im not sorry. ENJOY!

Warnings: StepBro!Leon, stepcest Fem implied reader. Oral male receiving, sloppy toppy, cursing, uses of names like whore and slut Leon being a meanie weenie :(

Summer was always a dreadful time for you. Divorced parents were nothing to take lightly, especially when your mom packed her bags and moved across the country. In that short period of time, she found a wonderful husband who just also happens to have a son your age. Leon, the biggest asshole you have ever met in your lifetime.

These first few weeks have been awful, the teasing and bullying were getting on your nerves. Today was going to be no different. Your mom and Leon's dad went off to work in the early hours of the day, leaving you two alone once again.

Rolling over in your bed you could hear Leon's loud music playing in the garage. Looking at the time on your phone you groaned. 8:30 in the morning and he's already working on that damn Jeep. Whoever told him that building a Jeep was a great idea is stupid.

Rolling out of bed you lazily put on some shorts. Swinging your door open the cool A/C greeted you. Basking in the cool air you took your time to walk to the connected garage.

When you opened the door loud music spilled into the quiet house. Scanning the garage you were met with Leon's back contorting with each movement. The garage door was open and his Jeep was parked half-way into the garage. Leon was ducked under the hood as he worked on something. His t-shirt was tucked into his jean pocket. His other pocket had an assortment of tools. You watched as a bead of sweat ran down his neck onto his back, entranced by his tan skin and muscled back.

Cringing at the thoughts that ran through your head you walked down the few steps and stormed over to his speaker and slammed down on it, abruptly stopping the music.

"Good morning to you too," Leon wasn't phased one bit. This wasn't the first time you've done this to him these past weeks.

"Seriously Leon, you're going to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood." You watched as Leon worked on the engine hands on your hips.

He twisted his arm to tighten a bolt before he carefully ducked out from under the hood. Grabbing a work rag he turned around and leaned on the car. Leon gave you a look of annoyance but you were too busy admiring his arms.

As he wiped the grease off of his hands his forearms would twist causing his veins to reveal themselves. Trailing your eyes up you tracked his defined collarbone and dragged your eyes down to his chest. His v-line hid behind his boxers. His jeans hung off his hips showing the elastic of boxers. Sweat dripped down his chest down to his grease-covered stomach. He had noticeable abs that moved as he pushed himself off of the car.

Leon watched as you practically undressed him with your eyes. The smirk that adorned his face was almost cocky if it weren't for his boyish features that still remained. To enamored by your thoughts you didn't notice Leon push off of his Jeep and stalk over to you.

Before you could chastise Leon again your back hit the wall as a soft don rang to the left side of your head. Leon's musk scent wafted to your nose as his body heat radiated into you. Your nose bumped into his chest as you looked up at him. Leon was already looking down at you with that stupid smirk on his face.

"Y'know it's not nice to stare, especially at your own brother." His voice was deep and husky. His hot breath fanned over your face.

Scoffing you crossed your arms and rolled your eyes. "You're disgusting, besides it's not like you're my actual brother."

Leon clicked his tongue. "I wasn't the one staring sweetheart." The name made your stomach twist and thigh squeeze together.

"Whatever, just keep the music down." You tried to duck under Leon's arm to leave this awful situation.

Before you could make your escape Leon's hand wrapped around your hair and shoved you to your knees. The hard cement bit into your knees as you slammed to the floor. Leon's hand held the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. He angled your head so you looked up at him. His other hand came down and cupped your cheek. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip before he pushed it into your mouth.

"God, you look so good on your knees little sis." A groan lay dormant in the back of his throat.

Your eyes scanned over his body trying to avoid his icy blue stare. Trailing down to his groin you were met with his member tight in his jeans. Your eyes widened at the sight.

"See what you do to your brother. Walking around in those skimpy shorts. You're practically begging to get bent over and fucked." His lewd words made your pussy clench around nothing as the hot arousal made your head heavy and full of want and need.

Pulling his thumb out of your mouth his hand went up to his jeans and unzipped them. He pumped his dick a few times before he pulled the raging cock out of its confinements. It sprang out, tip red and oozing pre-cum. The sight made your mouth water, but everything about this was wrong. So so wrong but in that moment any and all reason went out of the door.

Grabbing your jaw he pried your mouth open with ease. "Stick it out," His voice was dark and filled with command. Your nipples harden against your shirt as Leon's uncut cock neared your mouth.

Listening to him you stuck your tongue out and looked up at him, eyes glossed over. The sight made him twitch.

“What a good girl you are, helping your big bro out.” He tapped his tip on your tongue twice. 

Strands of salty pre-cum stick to your tongue before Leon slowly slid his dick in your mouth. It was huge, to say the least. He stretched your jaw wide open leaving it to soon ache.  For Leon though, your mouth was heaven to him. 

Your tongue wrapped around his dick closing your mouth around him as the tip hit the back of your throat. Gagging tears brimmed your eyes before Leon quickly pulled out of your mouth.

Hissing Leon’s deep voice rattled through you. “Fuck you’re such a fucking slut. Now suck it.” He tapped his dick on your mouth once before he put both hands on the wall above you for stability.

Doing as told you gripped his cock. He was so thick, the thought of him being inside of you sent stars to your vision and slick between your legs. Bring his dick towards your mouth you kiss the tip. This simple action had Leon groaning and throwing his head back.

“Fuck don’t be a tease.” Rolling your eyes you left small kitten licks along him.

You wish his pants were down, you wanted no, needed to taste his balls. Moaning you sucked his tip in your mouth. Your moans vibrated up to his balls, Leon let out a shaky breath curling one of his hands into a fist. He was just so big in your mouth. Your jaw ached as your clit pulsed with need.

“G-god, your mouth.” His words were shaky. He rolled his hips pushing his cock further in your mouth.

You move your hands on his thighs for support as you take him deeper. In one go Leon grabbed the back of your head making a makeshift ponytail as he shoved the rest of his dick in your mouth. He moaned at the overwhelming feeling as you gagged. His tip kissed the back of your throat, gagging you. Your nose was met with his curls at the base of his cock.

“Look at you, taking my big cock so well.” He watched as you coughed. Pulling your head back he watched as his pre-cum and drool fell dripping down your chin. 

Pulling you off of him he gave you a moment to breathe before he was shoving himself right back into your mouth. His tip teased the back of your sore throat once more. Salty tears ran down your cheeks as your hole turned syrupy. You grinded down on nothing with need.

“Goddamn. Look how pretty you look, letting me throat fuck you like the whore you are.” Leon’s hungry eyes pierced into you.

“Didn’t know my sister was such a slut.” His words had you squeezing your eyes shut the further he fucked down into your throat.

“M’gonna cum.” Your muffled moans clouded Leon’s vision.

“Yea? I’m gonna paint your pretty little throat and you’re going To .Take. Every. Ounce.” WIth each word he slammed his tip in the back of your throat.

“Fuckfuckfuckkk.” With one last thrust his cock was throbbing as white cum spurted out painting the back of your throat as promised.

He slowly slid his sensitive cock out of your mouth leaving a trail of salty cum in his wake. When he pulled it out his dick went limp as his blue eyes went soft. Cupping your cheek he wiped your tears away as your cringed, swallowing his seed.

“Such a good girl.” Wiping your mouth Leon helped you up and even handed you a bottle of water.

The cold water soothed your sore throat, turning towards Leon you pointed. "What happened just now stays between us. Our parents can't know." Your voice was stern and laced with a plea.

Leon only scoffed before he smirked. "What? It's not like I'm your actual brother." His mocking tone pushed each one of your buttons.

"Besides I'm sure the neighbors heard you choking on my big fat co-" You were quick to cut Leon off.

"Stop!" You groaned in embarrassment and stormed off to the few steps leading into the house Leon hot on your heels. Before you could twist the door knob he grabbed your arm.

"Hey," His voice was soft as you turned to look at him.

"I promise this stays between us, no one will know not even Chris." You scanned his face body sagging before you said. "Thank you."

Smiling he took one step up to you. Cupping your face in between his hands his blue eyes scanned over your features before he leaned in a pressed a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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[startrekbookshop]

Is there anyhting more heartbreaking than Spocks dying scene in Wrath of Khan?

YEP!

Welcome to the "lets fuck u up more than u already were" post

Star Trek: The Original Series - 007 - The Wrath of Khan by Vonda N. Mcintyre

McCoy cried: "No human can tolerate the radiation in there!"

"But Doctor,"

Spock said, feeling a certain terribly un-Vulcan affection for the man who opposed him,

"you yourself are fond of pointing out that I am not human."

McCoy: "You can't go in there, Spock!"

Spock smiled at Dr. McCoy. He was so completely and comfortingly predictable. Spock could go through their conversation in his mind and know everything the doctor would say, everything he himself would reply. The result was the same.

After Spock nervpinches Bones, he "gently" lowers him to the deck, and tells him:

Spock: You have been a worthy opponent and friend

McCoy seriously does everything in his powers to stop Spock, knowing damn right that Spock is incredibly strong.

These three man belong together, and when one has been separated, its hard for the other two to go on without the third. Kirk is seriously hit by Spocks death, he lost one of his dearest friends, same McCoy. But even thought that you would say that Kirk and McCoy are best friends, they don´t go and share their pain together. They each keeps it for himself.

To the picture above:

When Kirk reaches for Spock, and touches the glass, to shield away the light and to see Spock. He does not care for the good of the many (he no longer belives in it). But he wants to touch Spock:

" as if somehow he could touch Spock´s mind through the glass, take some of his pain upon himself, give hsi friend some of his own strenght, But he could not even touch him"

I am not crying you are.

This is a thing Spock did for Kirk in the worst moments of his pain. He erased his memories to help him from sadness, but he also gave him strenght, even thought he himself was hurt (The Black Fire). Spock took extreme care for his capitain, and now Kirk could not help him back, and that shatterd him.

Spock sees Kirk as the one and only capitain of the Enterprise, as his friend, a man who save him and a T´hyla.

Mabye even Spock does not give a shit about "The good of the many". Mabye he just wants to save his T´hyla and his friend, but says its for the good of the many, to aflict less pain on them than needed.

[cosmicschmidt]

Dating Mike Schmidt HC’S

Mike Schmidt x fem!Reader

Word count: 2,7k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, punching, smut (NSFW/MDNI), tell me if I missed anything <3

Reblogs and requests are always welcomed <3 (just like pointing out grammatical mistakes :))

Mike is the type of guy to show everyone the cold shoulder before letting them in

Even when it came to you, right at the beginning of getting to know each other he ignored most of your attempts where you tried talking to him.

But you were stubborn, and kept on trying, ignoring his hard shell that had yet to be cracked by you, and when it did, ugh that guy was all over you.

That´s how most of works, you´re strangers, then friends and love follows shortly after.

Although with Mike the road had been a little bumpy. He's the type of guy to never ask for help, like ever.

There was that one time when he desperately needed someone to look after Abby for a few hours while he was searching for a new job, it almost ended with him taking her with him. But luckily you just came to visit them and were able to take care of him.

Although Mike wanted to pay you, you assured him that he didn´t have to, and that spending time with Abby was enough, she loves you, like LOVES you.

That ended with him forcing money into your hand and you pushing it right back into the palm it just came from.

He´d sigh at your stubbornness, and eventually accept your gesture.

Mike mostly shuts himself up whenever he´s asked if everything is okay, like how he slept or how work went.

You know about his trouble sleeping and his problems with running from one job to the next, only to be fired a week right after.

And over the time you spent together, you´re always able to read him, his gestures and the look he sometimes gets when he´s sad.

And the only thing that ever calms him down is your touch.

The simple feeling of your skin against his is able to slow his breathing and his quickening heartbeat.

And his sort of. let's say small anger issues come hand in hand with jealousy and this urge to protect you.

So you can imagine what happens when the both of you walk down a street hand in hand, and some guy decides to call on you, telling you that you could do much better than Mike, and commenting on your body.

That doesn´t end well for him though.

Within a blink of an eye, he's on the guy punching him square across his face, grabbing the collar of his shirt that then is painted in small droplets of blood that spilled from his nose.

A small crowd of people would gather around him, some urging him on to punch harder, some screaming at him to stop with his punches.

And when he doesn´t seem to let up on it, you can´t help but step in, not with words though you know they won´t get to him, you just quickly put your hand on his shoulder before he seriously hurt the guy beneath him.

With the softness of your touch on his shoulder, he stops in his tracks, his eyes meeting yours within a second and quickly lets go of the barely conscious guy.

There were other times when his jealousy showed, they don´t always end in bloody messes, just some of them do.

There was this one time where he waited outside of the store you worked at, your shift only lasting for another five minutes before the both of you could go home.

He always did this, even before you got together, he always picked you up so you didn´t have to go home all by yourself.

So when he was standing outside and got bored, he decided to look around in the shop, looking at all types of clothes, rating them in his hand and imagining you in some of them.

And when your sweet honey voice reached his ears he quickly spun around, his eyes searching for yours, although you didn´t call out to him, you talked to someone else.

A guy, a little taller than him is standing in front of you, smiling at you and sometimes trying to touch your arm, but you seem uninterested, yet your polite smile is still plastered all over your face.

Mike can´t help but notice the way he looks at you, and from the distance he can still hear the faint words that fall from his mouth.

"You´re like really pretty, you know that?" the guy says while leaning against the counter.

"My boyfriend thinks so too," you reply with a fake smile on your face, as you keep putting the stuff he bought into a bag.

"You´re boyfriend? I don´t see him anywhere, why don´t you come with me and I show you a good time, hmm?" the guy dares to touch your arm again, but that only causes you to pull it away.

Mike can´t help but clench his jaw at the situation that plays out before him, his hand tightening around something he picked up, it cracks in his hand but he couldn´t care less.

He throws the broken pieces onto the floor before him and takes rather quick strides toward him in order to close the distance that separates him from you.

"Hey asshole, back off," he says, choosing a slightly louder tone.

"Who are you? Don´t you see I´m occupied?" he turns his head back to you, and now touches your hair, smirking in the process.

That alone crosses the line even further, without thinking Mike´s fist collides with the guy's head.

I lied, actually all of his jealous moments them end with a bloody face. (not his tho)

Moving on, Mike is as already mentioned cold with everyone around him, but with you it´s different.

He has this soft spot for you, which makes it possible for you to get through with almost everything.

Whenever you ask for something from him all you need to do is smile at him and his knees go weak.

This leads him to not being able to say no to you when you begged him to take you with him to his new job, yes, the new job.

In all honesty, Mike had no idea what awaited him at his new security guard job, he thought spending some time with you could make it easier so why not, when Max was available to keep an eye on Abby, the was nothing stopping the both of you.

Although the old restaurant got the creeps and definitely caused a shudder of fear running down your spine, with Mike you always felt safe.

After taking a look around the worn-out and old building, the both of you settled in a room full of computers that showed the most important rooms he had to keep an eye on.

You knew about his past, about the guilt that haunts him in his dreams ever since, and how to ease his mind.

So when you both sat in front of the small T.V. you somewhat grew tired with time passing, until your eyes fluttered shut and you gently rested your head against Mike´s shoulder.

With you near him he doesn´t need his walkman and the sounds of nature to fall asleep, with you he feels safe and knows he still has the chance to go back to his dream in order to solve the still open case of his little brother's disappearance.

Yet, if he ever does stir awake from his dreams, some end with him waking up with tears streaming down his face and a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, you always wake up at the same time, ready to comfort him.

He´d tell you about it over and over again, with tears not stopping and small cries leaving his lips, but you listened every single time.

If he´s by himself he never falls back asleep, no matter how hard he tries to.

But with you by his side, everything seems so much easier.

You´d let your hands glide through his brown locks of hair, and scratch his head softly to lull him back to sleep, he´d rest his head against your chest and hug your waist, in order to be as close as possible to you.

Those moments might just be the most bonding moments of your relationship, the fact that you were always able to lean onto each other at your lowest points.

That´s one side of your relationship, the sweet and reassuring one, and then there's the other one, the one with the constant thirst for the other one.

Seriously, he can´t get enough of you, the way you scent sticks to his sheets or how he always feels agitated when you´re not by his side for two hours.

And when you do get back his hands would be all over you.

Like that one time, you worked an extra shift, covering for your friend that called in sick.

He sat on his couch, his knee bopping up in nervousness, he knew you´d take longer, considering you have to stay another 45 minutes.

But he just couldn´t wait for you to be in his arms again, this job he´s currently attending wearing him out more and more with such little payment.

His eyes stared at the T.V., some show he´d been watching for the past 20 minutes playing, but he stared right through the screen, in his own little world thinking about all the things he could do to you.

So when your keys jingle right outside on the front porch signaling him you´re finally home, he can´t help himself but jump up from the couch, move over to the door and pull it open.

There you stand, your eyes on your hands as you´re occupied with finding the right key for the door, but his sudden action of ripping the door open causes you to look up.

"Oh, hey Mike-" you start to speak, the view of your boyfriend washing away all the stress within seconds.

But Mike doesn´t let you finish the phrase, before he pulls you through the door and slams it shut, shamelessly pushing you up against it, the dim light of the room shining against the side of your face.

His lips easily find their place on yours, a feverish kiss breaking out, your lips fitting against each other like puzzle pieces, his eager and desperate need to taste you again, -he just did this morning- growing with each passing second.

The kiss caught you off guard, a small sigh which could be counted as a soft moan causes your lips to part slightly, Mike can´t help but use that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, and his skilled muscle meets yours.

Eventually, you have to part, your burning lungs screaming at you to fill them with oxygen again.

Soft puffs of air leave yours and his mouth, your chest raising quickly with how breathless you become.

You open your mouth slightly, the words at the tip of your tongue before you´re yet again cut off by him, his head disappearing in the crook of your neck, his lips meeting the most sensitive spot right under your ear. His sudden action makes you moan, his lips delicately sucking on your skin until it hurts a little, only for him to ease the pain by gliding his tongue against the spot.

Throughout your small moans and whimpers, you quickly shove him off of you, your eyes widened in realization.

"What about Abby?" you breathe out with a gasp, your upper body leaning away from him and take a step to the side and walk all the way to her room, when you´re about to peak through the door, Mike somehow made it right behind you, his body warmth all the way over your back.

His only response is his lips, he presses them against the right side of your neck his eager pace yet again returning, you feel his hands sneak down to your waist and lower to your hips before he whispers against your neck;

"She´s at a friend's, some sleepover.", his words make you breathe out in relief, the fear of her catching the both of you quickly washed away, your mind now finally consumed by him.

His appetite grew the more you leaned into his touch, his hands quickly unbuttoning your pants and pulling down by the hem of them.

"I- I need to-" he starts, but you´re quick to respond;

"Again?" you giggle, searching for amusement in his brown orbs, but he´s more serious than ever,

"I can´t Y/N, I need to taste you." his words make your arousal grow.

He waits for your consent, and you quickly nod your head at him to continue, he does as he´s told without wasting another second, your pants now roughly pulled to the ground as you kick them off.

You´re facing him again, he´s on his knees before you with his hands firm around your hips, your hands tangled into his soft brown hair, combing it gently.

He won´t wait another second, he wanted you again ever since you left his house for work, so he´s eager to kiss his way all the way from under your breast to the side of your hips, his thumbs now under the thin fabric of your panties, gliding his hands down and taking them with him. His eyes never leave yours, he´s quick at pulling them all the way off, his mouth immediately making contact with your heat.

The sudden contact of his warm mouth against you pulls a moan from you, your head falling back against the wall in pleasure, he groans at the taste of you, his tongue sliding through your folds and dropping once or twice down to your hole making you squirm against him, your hands pulling at his hair.

He is quick to react and pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, spreading you further and pushing his tongue into you, now deeper than ever at the newfound angle.

A high-pitched moan falls right to his ears, his left hand tightening around your hip and the fingernails of his right hand softly dig into the fat of your thigh, making sure to leave a mark he could lick over in the morning.

His tongue left your pulsating hole, making you clench around nothing.

"You taste so fucking good." he hummed out, before licking a strip through your folds again and dragging his muscle all the way to your clit, roughly sucking on the nub, making you arch your back of the wall, your hands tightening in his hair.

Your moans echo through the hallway, as you mindlessly grind yourself against his face, causing him to suck again, with his tongue now flat against your heat.

Mike was completely drunk by the taste of you, as he whimpered and moaned against you, the vibrations of his sounds running all the way through your body, your orgasm quickly building with each drag of his tongue.

His mouth and chin are coated by your slick, but he doesn´t seem to mind, he just buries his face in you again and sucks softy, groaning at your taste on his tastebuds.

As his licks grow longer and deeper, your moans grow louder, the hand that was previously on your hip slides up to the small of your back and he holds you there, steadying your body with his tight grip.

"Common baby, make me happy and cum for me."

Your groan at his words, your hands pulling at the back of his neck to pull him deeper, he moans at the sensation.

You start to see white, your eyes rolling back your peak almost overtaking you whole, and with a final suck you do, he pushes you over the edge.

"That´s right, you´re mine.."

He moans against you at the view of you falling apart in his hands, the vibrations he sends through you heighten the orgasm.

He keeps licking, taking hold of all your juices, until you have to push his head away gently, the overstimulation setting in already.

The both of you breathe loudly, you more than him, desperately trying to grasp a hold of the air, as your chest starts to move slower, your heartbeat slowing down.

"Abby needs to attend sleepovers more often," Mike admits before he kisses the inside of your thigh, his words make you laugh.

[sabine-smitten-obviously]

Good Omens - December reads part #2- fanfics recs 🤓🩷🎄

I ´ve decided to write a short summary each month about the books i read. I need this to let go of the stories, its a nice way of saying good-bye to them and to spread the love to the authors and to you. 🩷

I only read finished stories and rarely one-shots. You will find no WIPs in here, as i really like to dive deep into the plot and i keep losing track of WIPs. Also you will only find happy or at least hopeful endings here - i couldn´t handle anything else.

Also i try to find every author here on tumblr to link-to, but sadly some times i am out of luck. If you happen to know them, please tell them, write to me in the comments or DM me and i will update the post!

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Multichapter Fanfics

Devour (E) by @tastymoves

Human AU. Ok, look here. I started with That´s what happens when you sign on the line - thinking it is a completed fic of 4 chapters. Turns out it actually stops kind of midst-story, because its a whole series. So i had to keep going through and read all the other (10!) fics to get the whole series, right? Crowley is in search of a professional dom and Aziraphale is not whom he would have chosen but very much who he needs. The stories are mostly about them having sessions in one or another way, their relational development is only a background-telling. Consists of 10 fics with timeline and another 10 oneshots with no clear timeline. Smut:Plot-Ratio = 90:10!

The Angel´s Gambit (T) by @dragonfire42

Crowley questions his angel, why he has a chessgame put up in his shop. So Aziraphale tells him, that he plays chess with Death. And why. A tale through their shared history. And an explanation, just to why Crowley slept as much as he did.

Artwork by @theeinkibus

Artist in residence (E) by @caedmonfaith

Human AU. Crowley is a famous glasblower and has a 1 year residency at the Ineffable Museum. Aziraphale is a shy preservationist with a secret crush on Crowley. They meet and the rest is ineffable. Besides the typical plot there is a great part dedicated to dealing with anxiety and neurodiversity. This was very informative for me and i will have to take a deeper dive on ND too.

Most funny quote: "Pardon me, sir, but I think you might have lost your halo." 😇😅

Seriously, @caedmonfaith is an incredible writer, everything they put out there is just a safe read. Go ahead and if you like her work just hit the subscribe-button to be on the safe side.

Beyond Understanding and Incapable of Being Put Into Words (E) by @beet-feet

After the end of S2, Crowley stays in the bookshop - more or less just to keep him occupied. When Aziraphale shows up months later, they talk - but not only. And it has consequences ... A little bit of angst, a little bit of smut and a little bit of plot - nicely put together. Mind the tags!

Most funny quote: "Someone help me, there are two of them, he thought to himself as he stood in the doorway to the kitchen shaking his head." 😅

Call me, my Dear (E) by @MimiRay

AU, though not only human. Aziraphale is a priest in a small town. One dark night on his way home he stumbles upon a starved and frozen creature and takes it in. Unbeknownst to him, Crowley is an incubus - a demon that feeds on sex. At least usually. But the priest has a secret on his own, too. As the walls are quite thin, it doesn´t take Crowley long to detect it.

A soft and hot and somehow still tender story.

Most touching quote: "Immortal or not, he was, after all, a human at heart." 🩷

Drive me to the moon (E) by @captainblou

Human AU, Crowley is a rally driver and Aziraphale is a professional dancer. For a charity event they get to drive a rally together. Wouldn´t be any problem, if they would like each other. Which they don´t. Enemies to friends to lovers-story you really can dive in to. 🤓 What i really liked about it: Crowley has a vulv🩷 but wears a binder and goes by he/him. Gave me a lot to think.

Caramel delight (E) by @ajconstantine

Human AU. Crowley is happy, when his shitty neighbours finally move. He is even more happy, when he sees his new neighbour moving in. It is only polite to welcome him with a glass of homemade caramel sauce, right? Or to show him the best restaurants nearby or how to cook the sauce himself. Lucky for him, Aziraphale has an other strength than cooking ... 😅

I just tumbled upon this author but will definitely read more of her/him/them!

Oneshots

All i need, darling, is a life in your shape (G) by @mortuarybees

Set after S1, the angel and the demon find themselves spending more an more time together. But what does it mean? Aziraphale wonders.

A nice and possibly acurate story about them getting together. Christmas and only-one-bed-trope included! 🎄😅

Remember us just like this forever (E) by @HazelSage

A while after they saved the world, the demon wants a baby. Aziraphale books a holiday at a beautiful resort for them. Sun, Sand and S🍆. More tender than expected!

So that´s the next 9 fanfics and makes 22 so far this month. I don´t like it when the list gets too long, therefore i will post a part #3.

My lovely co-readers, GO-lovers and ineffable loves - have a wonderfull christmas-time! Keep your hearts and minds safe🎄🩷🤗

[caerbannogmochi]

Limbus Company: Canto 7 Theorycrafting

FIRSTLY: I will be assuming you (the reader) have completed Murder on the Warp Express (MotWE), as well as Time Killing Time (TKT), and are at least vaguely capable of remembering the events of each. This post will discuss spoilers for these intervellos.

Still here? Good. Note that I will refer to the version of Don that we meet at the end of MotWE as "Cervantes"; Even though Project Moon is fairly likely to have a separate character named Cervantes show up at some point, I feel that clarity in the present should take priority (so any time travelers, please try your best to divorce that character from the ideas mentioned in this discussion).

Now, even though this is not the first time there have been two intervello events between Cantos, I believe there is a critical difference between Christmas in District 20/Yield my flesh to claim their bones and TKT/MotWE. With the former two, the first focused on Heathcliff and Don (the former of whom was central to Canto 6) with the second focused on T-corp and how it shaped its associated sinners (Yi-Sang and Heathcliff). However, TKT spends more of its time focused on Rodion, with Don being used almost as a side character (who, granted, gives the main investigative trio supplies for their investigation, which does provide some characterization). MotWE continues this focus on Rodion and how she's doing, even as it establishes Bloodfiend lore, introduces us to Cervantes, and gives Don Quixote fans several smoking guns to be fired at some point.

It is for this reason that I believe this canto will use Rodion as a foil for Don Quixote, in order to characterize both.

Even though this is fundamentally Don Quixote's Canto, Project moon has been putting too much focus on Rodion's personal struggle for the latter to be thrown out into the cold. Besides: using a formerly self-righteous sinner whose literary counterpart grew to regret it as contrast for a currently self-righteous sinner who is downright delusional? Why, it's like adding espresso powder to a chocolate cake. I will even go so far as to theorize that it won't be Don who distorts during this Canto, but Rodion.

Cervantes will almost certainly be forced to reveal herself to the sinners at some point during this Canto, but how this internal reveal will interact with Rodion's mental state is obviously unknown at this time -- but I do believe they will be connected. Don Quixote and Rodion are very likely to fight if this theory is true, and it will likely be a bloody one, although the why and when are also unknown at current. I do suspect that Ryoshu ('artist' as she is) will be the one to comfort Cervantes when this happens, at least in part due to Hong Lu being preoccupied with the impossible task of trying to keep Rodion from distorting. Sinclair's reaction at this point will be indicative of exactly what direction Project Moon wants to take his character (psychic powers, hiding in the closet, or both).

Another thing I'm going to take note of is the contrast between Hubert and Cassetti: although both are placed in positions of power, Hubert starts TKT in a state of apathy (which is eventually dimmed as he travels with Dante before he is revealed to have power) and Cassetti starts MotWE as an overconfident bastard (whose last words are spent begging Cervantes for his life, immediately before she killed him). I seriously doubt that Project Moon threw these two in willy nilly, especially since Hong Lu mentioned Hubert during the intro to MotWE. Rather, I believe that this theme of power and how it is used will continue into Canto 7 proper, although what exactly Project Moon will do with it, once again, remains unknown. All I have are two examples of leaders: one of whom seeks good for others, burned out, and chose to hide his position of power from us; and the other who flaunted his power, reveled in its abuse, and had it taken away.

[sari-artworks-schyzotypalmind]

Some Clannibal headcanons.

-Hannibal loves his coffee with milk and two tea spoons of sugar.

-Clarice likes black coffee, no milk, no sugar.

-When they went to South Korea on holidays, Clarice wanted to eat the ultra spicy fire noodles, she could take it and love it, Hannibal on the other side, cannot handle spicy food.

-They both play Just Dance, but Hannibal gets perfect score because he moves just right to get the perfect combination of moves, not really dancing, thing that Clarice hates because she does in fact tries to dance the coreographies. But you see Hannibal calculating how he has to barely move the arms and legs to trick the console.

-They fuck in museums at the blind spots where cameras don´t reach, is a mystical and erotic experience that they love to have.

-Clarice is into calisthenics and Hannibal loves watching her while she exercises.

-Hannibal plays the piano or the violin every single night for Clarice.

-Clarice has jumped into the bandwagon of smut literature and fantasy, thing that fascinates Hannibal who never has read such thing. So he often buys whole packs of sagas for Clarice.

He studies this behaviour and often tries to replicate or try different things in bed with Clarice to feed her fantasies.

**I´m seriously thinking about writting fanfic of this two hahahaha

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

Chapter IV

Xaden had the same thoughts in Battle Brief because his question was kind of based on mine. The fact that we were thinking the same way gives me a boost of confidence. Not that I would rely on his opinion but since he is the wingleader (and that for a reason) it kinda makes me happy.

“You two are seriously something else. You knew everything in history and in Battle Brief you were badass, especially you Arya.” Rhiannon says with an exciting glint in her brown eyes.

Clad in our sparring clothes (a short sleeved black shirt with tight trousers) we’re currently standing next to the sparring mat where Aurelie and Ridoc are fighting each other. Today is just assessment, that means we figure out where everyone’s skills lay, or if some even have skills.

Sawyer found his way next to me, Violet and Rhiannon on my other side. I quietly observe the match but it`s obvious that both of them already had their fair share of training in the past.

Violet and Rhiannon talk about helping each other out, Vi with academics, Rhiannon with sparring. Sawyer joins the conversation. “I could give tips to survive combat training.” Right, he already has some experience.

A tooth goes flying. Ew. “Enough!” Professor Emetterio shouts.

“What about you, Arya?” Rhiannon asks curious, her eyes not leaving the match in front of us but it's Violet who answers her. “She is good in everything. No, not just good. Magnificent.” I scoff as Emetterio calls out the next match. “Hardly. I may have some training, but there are always fighters who are more dangerous than I am” I say to Violet. A certain cadet from First Wing for example.

A tall, bulky guy from our wing, but second year from another squad stands on the mat. Since we have an uneven number of cadets in the squads someone will have to step into that match with him.

A sickening crack echoes through the hall as Jack Barlowe snaps the neck of his squad mate. Sweet “-Malek” Violet whispers horrified. He seriously is crazy, more than that. I don’t even want to know what goes on in that head, but what I know is, that he is dangerous. We really have to watch out, especially if he’s after Violet.

Emetterio scolds him but Barlowe obviously doesn`t give a flying fuck about what the professor has to say.

Emetterio turns back around and his eyes find mine. Shit. “Melgren, your turn.”

“That will be good. Don`t hurt him too much, Arya” Violet says with a exiciting grin while the others wish me good luck.

I walk over and step onto the mat. “Must be my lucky day to be the first one here to have a chance beating you up, Melgren. Are we allowed to break bones beside the neck?”

Is he- is he dumb?! Even though it's just assessment and Emetterio wants to see what we can do, it is not forbidden to break some bones. We just shouldn`t overdo it, that`s what the challenges are for. Best example of what we shouldn’t do is Barlowes match, if you can even call it a match. Was pretty one sided if you ask me.

Emetterio must think the same because he scoffs and but looks unimpressed at him. He explained the rules of assessment two times before.

I decide to rile him up a bit. “Why? You want to make an appointment with Nolon beforehand for you? You know, just in case.” The right corner of my mouth lifts up. A murmur goes through the crowd and a few laughter can be heard.

Pissed, he turns my way and takes his position and god help me – that must be the worst starting stance I have ever seen. “Don’t worry. I`ll make it short” I tease him further.

That gives him the rest and he storms towards me like an angry bull. I dodge a few of his punches which he clearly doesn`t like and only makes him madder. He may be tall and muscular, but he lacks agility. His movements are uncoordinated, he moves with pure strength, not with logic.

Okay, enough of that. Time to show what I can do.

He takes a step forward; I dodge his fist and punch him square in the face onto his nose. A sickening crunch can be heard, and with the way his nose is deformed, it is definitely broken, but I don`t care. I smack my fist into his jaw, hard, and he falls over, unconscious. HUH?!

Well fuck, that was not the plan. Did I really punch that hard? I stand over his unconscious figure, eyes wide open, mouth dropped in disbelief.

My stunned face finds Emetterios with a similar expression and notice how most of the other cadets stopped what they were doing. Violet looks proud (she saw me sparring more than just once), Rhiannon, Sawyer and the rest of our squad are wide eyed, speechless. “What the fuck?” Someone shouts.

“Well … I think he yields.” I say with a confused smirk on my face.

Emetterio scoffs but I can see the proud glint in his eyes. “Damn Melgren, that was certainly a new record but next time, please let them stay awake.” he says.

I step down from the mat and walk over to my squad. Aetos is the first one to greet me. “That was really good, Arya. I have to give you that, you seem to be an excellent fighter.” A compliment, from Dain Aetos? My face must show the confusion and amusement because he just rolls his eyes but doesn`t say anything else.

Ridoc gives me a fist bump. “That was incredible” Sawyer says, still in awe. “The way you were assessing him and kept your focus on the way he moved. You studied him during the fight and never lost control,” he adds. It was something my father taught me personally when he had the time (which wasn`t often) to fight with me.

“And the way it only took you two punches to knock him unconscious” Rhiannon grins. “Yeah, that was certainly not the plan. But you just have to know where you have to punch” I explain. “I can teach you, if you want.” All four of them nod their head furiously at my offer. Laughing I turn around and find Emetterios gaze fixed on Violet, Imogen Cardulo, a pink haired second year with the relic adorning her arm, next to him. Uh oh.

“Sorrengail, your turn.” Shit.

[kaciidubs]

Lucky Charm

❣ For my sweet love @sweetracha - thank you for indulging me in this AU, I hope you like it! ❣

❣ Summary: Racer! AU - Its the first race of the season, and what's a better way to start it off without a little visit from Jisung's lucky charm? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.1k ❣ Warnings: Racecar Driver! Jisung, Racer Crew! OT8, Jisung's a bit cocky but in a lovable way, established relationship, hinted smut, fluff, humor, kissing, Seungmin is a menace to Changbin, Jeongin is a menace to Minho, Jisung is a menace to Reader ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Han, and Mr. Flirt, sort of slice of life style but I love it ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

“Seungmin, stop hiding my tools!”

“I’ll stop hiding them when you stop calling me a dog!”

You watched as Changbin wrangled the younger into a chokehold - putting no power behind it, of course - and continued spewing on about how he’ll continue being a dog if he keeps hiding his stuff. 

“They’re still at it?” 

Breaking you from the ever so entertaining view, you turned your head to see Chris walking over to you, black headset donned around his neck in preparation for the race. 

“Mhm - you know, for the pit leader and star of the crew, they really can’t get past this fake sibling rivalry.” 

“It keeps them entertained and out of my hair, as long as they don’t kill each other then so be it.” 

Nodding in agreement, you snuck a peek at the pair once again; Seungmin now, miraculously, out of the hold and taunting Changbin over something entirely new. 

It was race day, the first race of the season and the starting line for the journey to the silver cup, so it was understandable why they seemed to have more energy than before - honestly, you were surprised they weren’t chasing each other around by this point. 

“Where’s the rest of the gang?” You mused, noting the lack of a few familiar faces amongst the pit crew that filled the assigned stadium garage. 

Chris leaned against the table you were sitting on, crossing his arms over his t-shirt clad chest, “Well, Minho’s doing a pre recorded interview - he brought Jeongin along to ‘show him how it's done’, Hyunjin is out getting some pictures of the stadium, Felix is getting the final lineup of the race, and I’m sure you know where Jisung is.”

Ah, right - the man of the hour and the reason why you’re all gathered today - Han Jisung, the person taking up this season’s race in the SKZ name. This was far from his first race, or course, but it still held importance; this was his shot at a third consecutive win following his overly successful season last year, taking over for Minho as he took on the responsibility of training Jeongin with Chris, and you were here to hopefully witness his first win of the circuit.

Picking aimlessly at the fabric of your skirt, you regarded the eldest with a soft look, “You think he’s nervous?”

“Yeah.” He unfolded his arms, resting his hands on the edge of the table, “But you know how he is, nerves are only fuel to him - keeps telling me how he knows what he’s doing and that he’s bringing back another trophy for the garage.”

You stifled a laugh, shaking your head in amusement - cocky as ever.

The sound of the door squeaking open drew your attention, easily recognizing the faces coming through the door.

“You can ignore me all you want - that interviewer was so into you!” Jeongin beamed, following closely behind a nonplussed Minho.

“Chan, get this child away from me, now.”

“Seriously! How could you not see it?! She was a hundred perfect fucking you with her eyes-”

“Chan!”

“Shit- okay! Innie, you keep testing him and he might actually kill you this time.” Chris launched himself from his position on the table, leaving you to watch as he dragged the youngest driver away from the veteran - but not without attracting the attention of the two lead pit crew members eager for the tea.

In the midst of the action, the door opened once again - Jisung walked through wearing his racing jumpsuit decorated in various sponsorship patches he’d earned throughout the years. He went to jump into the ruckus until he spotted you on the table, laughing at whatever threat Minho famously came up with this time, his heart fluttering and feet leading him straight to your side.

“You must really love me if you’re willing to deal with these guys,” he hummed nonchalantly, not missing the way you jumped at his sudden presence, head whipping toward him in surprise.

Rolling your eyes, a soft smile quickly replaced your shock, “You must really love me if you’re willing to let me deal with these guys.” You watched as he saddled himself in front of you, caging you in against the table with a sideways smirk.

“Of course I love you,” pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, a bright smile blossomed on his lips, “you should’ve told me you were here already, I would’ve gotten ready faster!”

“Today’s an important day, you really think I’m gonna rush you just to see me?” Your fingers danced their way up the fabric of his jumpsuit, tracing along the various seams and straps before finding home on his shoulders.

“I’m always in a rush to see you, why do you think I always finish in first?”

You scoffed out a laugh, eyes glittering with mirth, “Okay, Mr. Flirt, let’s get our heads in the game here.”

“Han! We’ve gotta start getting ready soon!”

A wave of anxious excitement washed over you at Chris’ time call, and you could see the spark of determination flash behind Jisung’s eyes - this was it.

“One last kiss from my lucky charm?” Jisung hummed softly, his hands sliding to cradle the outside of your thighs, fingers fiddling with your skirt.

Nodding curtly, you took his face in your hands, gently turning his head to the right, “Be smart-” you murmured before kissing his cheek and turning his head to the left, “be safe-” planting another kiss, you turned him one final time to face you, “be fast-” pecking his lips, you leveled him with a soft stare, “and come back to me.”

“Always.” He promised, as always, finishing the ritual with a solid kiss to your lips in return, pulling back with a cocky grin, “I’ll make sure to come back for my second checkered flag, too.”

Your eyebrows furrowed for a second before your gaze dropped to where he was currently squeezing your thighs and- of course, in addition to wearing a custom shirt with his racing number and name, you’d opted for a black and white checker patterned skirt to tie the look together.

A new rush of heat ran through you as you mushed his face with your hands, embarrassed giggles escaping you all the while, “Han Jisung get away from me!”

You could feel him kiss the palm of your hand with a triumphant laugh, taking your wrist to move your hand, “You know you love me!”

“Yeah, I love you, now go!”

Successfully shooing him away, you watched as he went to huddle with the rest of his team - now noticing the arrival of Felix amongst the group, and Hyunjin with his camera in hand, snapping pictures of the first huddle of the season.

You knew he’d give it his all, he always did, but a little intentionally unintentional enticement never hurt anyone - you were his lucky charm after all, and if that helped him have another reason to bring back the gold then who were you to stop it?