#emma fried

[atimeodyssey]

[4/6]

[erzivy]

Fic prompt: The Hacketteers meeting a baby. I'll leave the baby's parentage up to you.

To be fair, Jacob had warned them that he'd be bringing his two-year-old niece to the group arcade night.

But Nick had not warned them that he was downright terrified of babies.

It's one thing to see your friend nearly shit his pants at a haunted house, or a rollercoaster or something, but Kaitlyn didn't think she would ever see a grown, 6-foot-tall Australian man hide from a toddler. It was probably made even worse by Abi's constant proximity to the kid--- she'd always loved babysitting and the like--- and how willing she was to let the little girl tug her around.

Said little girl--- Jacob's brother's daughter, named Sophie--- toddles around in little shoes, her dark curls bouncing, switching periodically between following Jacob and Abi, with the occasional French fry Dylan smuggled off his snacking plate for her clutched in her tiny fist.

Kaitlyn and Ryan tend to keep their distance, instead focused on a deeply competitive Mario Kart tournament, usually kindly shooing Sophie away for fear of her hitting her head on a steering wheel or something, but every time they turn her away she strays toward the nearby Galaga machine Dylan is frantically button-mashing at and tries to climb onto his lap. (Lots of real estate there. Long legs.)

Sophie ends the night with her uncle Jake carrying an armful of small plushies won for her by a shockingly skillful Emma at a claw machine, and a couple extra tickets in her pocket to keep as a souvenir.

[freckleslikestars]

You’re a beautiful writer Maeve. You can have more expansive dreams than four chairs and some windows. Think about it.

Sex Education | 2.02

[defendglobe]

well then, bones, i bet you would absolutely LOVE the depression beard spock had in his twenties!

[emmanuellececchi]

So... you know...

that I have this a$$ long novel I want to finish?

Well, this week (and probably the next but lets talk about this week) is crazyness. Hubby is in a field trip, so I am alone taking care of the kiddos, working and the house. My time to write has drastically dwindled. And, to top that? I received a request from my job to do something that only I can do... Which put some stress on me, and is taking more of my hours (don't worry, I'm getting paid and I can add that to my vacation so... bonus).

Still... my story is not moving very fast.

And so... my brain short circuited yesterday with this prompt/idea for a new fic... which is stuck in my mind. And I hear their voices and see their faces...

So, rather to finish my novel in the very short time I have? I am now writing a fanfic... yeah.

[mikereads]

“You’re my fucking heart”

[vasfasan]

who would be the pickiest eater on ouat do yall think?

[ilovedyouinsecret]

I deserve to get paid to play my silly little video games and not have to traverse the already fucked world of post-university job searching as a disabled person with a fucking sociology degree

[leaving-fragments]

fresh ginger just elevates a dish <3

[barrenstars]

❛ do you trust me? ❜ // hanma to emma

@sociieties / angsty question prompts.

the large plank of wood slips from her grip and hits the ground with a gentle 'thud', and her chin drops even further. what the fuck? emma stands there, stanced up, ready to bite, claw, dangle from his neck like a chihuahua if he attacked because now she knows to expect it. and she can see him. no drive-by attacks, no sneak attack, nothing. only, the words that slip by his lips leave her completely dumbfounded. kisaki could have come up behind her, slit her throat, pull a plastic bag over her head and she'd just stand there and let him, that was how surprised she was. too bad kisaki was dead, huh. mustard hues blink several times in attempts to get the cogs turning once again, but nothing coherent comes to mind. ❝ oh my fuckin' god, ❞ the sano eventually mutters, moving to stand up straight after determining he was being completely serious.

emma didn't know this guy very well, she's only seen him a few times around the city, a few times in the gang, and his name floated around for a while. hanma shuji, or something like that. she knows draken doesn't like him, he's fought him a few times. but standing here, before him, after what he did? what he helped kisaki do? for some reason she just wants to burst into laughter, but also scream. and also tackle the big idiot and rip the flesh off his body.

❝ you're, like, totally batshit insane, ❞ part of her can't believe the question he's asked, but another part of her can. she's been surrounded by insanity for a good while now. ❝ i thought kazutora was bad, you know, because he killed my older brother then tried to fucking kill the other one - but you - you take the cake. ❞ there's just no way this guy can be serious... surely not? was he trying to intimidate her? maybe he wanted her to make a statement to the police and help him out, given the fact he was a wanted fugitive.

backing up a few steps, emma grips her bag and furrows her brows. ❝ if i were you i'd look into getting a therapist, you're clearly a fruit loop. ❞ a therapist or even just giving up and going to jail - just going somewhere no sane person would need to come across him. ❝ never talk to me again! or i'll call the cops and tell them where you are. ❞

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Madoka magica was trending for a bit and now I have “some French fries my yuri lover” stuck in my head again

[caffeiiine]

Yeah that gif is don see

Phil is leetle

mini don + big don

are they brothers

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SHELLHEAD GETS DONE FROSTY -- OUCH!!

PIC(S) INFO: Mega spotlight on textless & published cover art to "IRON MAN" Vol. 5 #5 [Emma Frost, a.k.a., "White Queen"]. June, 2023. Artwork by Kael Ngu.

Resolution at 1804x2774 & 1665x2560.

Source: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Invincible_Iron_Man_Vol_5_5.

[bedcorpse]

SURPRISE FREE FRIES

[tvintedspvrkarc]

have you been naughty or nice ??

[honorhearted]

Although by this point, Benjamin supposed he should be accustomed to her affection, Emma's hand on his neck and her mouth on his instantly subdued him, his hands shakily cupping her face as he angled in with boyish eagerness. He was upended, clumsy, and only withdrew again once she did, a certain dizziness lighting up his eyes as he offered a bashful smile.

"We'll see if I can't make you lose track of time with just kissing, mh?"

"I...think you already have," he stammered, his shyness spreading into a soft grin. "If I don't go now, I'll be late." A look of reluctance filled his face, and then he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead, fond and lingering. "Try and stay out of trouble."

The warning was half-hearted at best, and squeezing her hand in farewell, Benjamin spared her one last lopsided smile before ducking out of the tent.

--

He was late. He'd promised her one hour, and yet that hour had quickly multiplied into five.

Guilt-stricken and practically tripping over himself through camp, Benjamin kept one hand on his saber while he strode, his free arm swinging as he attempted to pick up the pace. Hopefully, Emma didn't believe he'd changed his mind... And furthermore, he wished he'd had time to grab some wildflowers -- women liked flowers when menfolk made a mistake, didn't they? -- but with the grounds bustling with life, it didn't seem practical to go on a deep woodland search.

At long last, Benjamin reached Emma's tent and nodded to James, who nodded back in greeting. The man tried to give him a fair warning, but the major barreled on in, brightening in an attempt at alleviating any disapproval before he realized...well...

"Oh!" Benjamin skidded to a stop, his eyes wide. "Uh...apologies," he stammered. "I didn't realize the princess had company."

Awkwardly, he looked between Emma and a young, fresh-faced couple, both mid-embrace with the princess. Surely, it couldn't be...? Were these her parents?

Unbidden, an uncomfortable warmth flared up beneath Benjamin's collar and he offered a courteous, but fumbling bow. "Major Benjamin Tallmadge, at your service," he greeted. "I apologize for the intrusion, but...well...official matters can wait. I trust His Excellency is aware of your arrival?"

And if so, why had he not felt the need to bring it up during their damnable meeting?

"Oh?" Emma lit up, "I see, well, challenge accepted, my darling. You'll do your best... I'll do my worst." Her grin held all sorts of inappropriate promises, and she thought of all the ways she could fluster him with nothing but her words. And perhaps show him one of those pretty things she had suggested she could wear - if only to find out whether he was truly immune to them like he had seemed to think.

When trying to offer her help in carrying the hope he was afraid of holding, truthfully she had expected a little resistance. He was a man, after all, wasn't he meant to point out she was being childish or unpractical? It would have hurt her a little, but she'd have understood. Instead he seemed to find comfort in what she had said, taking it without a protest, and it brought a lump in her throat that she couldn't explain. She gave a little attention to how her first instinct had been to expect mockery, and instead pulled him closer with one arm and pressed her lips to his cheek with all her gratitude and affection. Not a seductive move, but she'd make up for it later. "Good. Because I mean it."

He got worried about James, and it drew a laugh out of her, the lump dissolving. "No! After one night? And he thinks so highly of you he'd likely expect you to have better taste in women as well. Ever since he has realized that I am, apparently, a grown version of his little sister, he has lost any ability to see me as a prospect for anyone... And I'm careful," she pointed out, before adding, "Now, if Grace had been visiting with my parents, we'd be in trouble. She'd know. One look at our faces and... I can just hear her voice: you were naughty last night! She's an awful human being," she had started grinning again when imitating Grace's horribly indecent tone, feeling another pang of longing for her best friend. "Just beware of Caleb, who knows you just as well."

She raised her eyebrows at 'just kissing', suddenly remembering that had in fact been her plan the night before, which he had casually twarted. She got up as well, and just as he pointed out that he was the one who had gotten himself in trouble last, she pulled him down for another kiss, head tilting and her lips parting so she could have another taste of him; it was slow and demanding, her hand firmly on the back of his head so she could explore to her heart's content, sighing when she pulled back feeling the familiar thrill from the night before return now in full force. "Yes... and then we'll see if I can't make you lose track of time with just kissing, mh?"

Since she did, she had to make him too. "I'll eagerly wait for you," she let go with a wink, thinking that one hour was going to be excruciating.