#happy 1025

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upd8 just dropped apparently

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Not me thinking abt drawing one Pokemon a day until I drew them all

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ANOTHER DEATH BY INMOLATION???? ENOUGH!!!!

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Truth or Dare | bob x reader drabble

synopsis: a night down at the Hard Deck with the Dagger Squad. Drinking, playing pool, trying to stop Rooster from playing Great Balls of Fire one more time, and Bob feeling shy and staying on the sidelines. Until he’s roped into a drunken game of truth or dare. 

word count: 1025

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use of Y/N, dn reader, nervous Bob, alcohol (brief mention), drinking games

It was a fairly typical night down at the Hard Deck. Drinking, playing pool, Rooster trying to get his hands on the piano but being constantly pulled back down into his seat. 

There were only so many times any of you could listen to Great Balls of Fire.

It didn’t take long before the squad began playing drinking games. You weren’t sure who suggested playing a game of truth or dare. But here you were, sipping on your drink and listening to your squadmates playing a classic from your teen years. 

Most of you had been drinking for a few hours now. Well, expect for Bob. 

The poor spectacled man had been strong armed into playing by Phoenix. He’d been quite happy watching the game of pool between Payback, Bagman, Coyote and Fanboy sipping on his water and munching on his snacks. But he couldn’t say no when you joined in, backing up Phoenix to get him to play with the rest of them. 

Setting down a new round of shots you’d picked up from the bar, quickly passing them around, Rooster cleared his throat and called out “So, Y/N?” from where he stood by the pool table, shot in hand.

“Yeah?” you called back standing between Hangman and Coyote.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Alright, alright.” He paused looking around the group as if for inspiration before whipping his back dramatically towards you. “I dare you to kiss the hottest person here.”

Shrugging, trying to act nonchalant, “Hey Hangman?” you asked, turning to the man beside you. Bob felt his heart drop into his stomach. He hadn’t thought that you’d pick him but it still hurt seeing you chose Jake.

Jake smirked cockliy, “Yeah?”

“Could you move I’m trying to get to Bob?” the smirk dropped instantly from Jake’s face.

“Bob?!” he asked at the same time as Bob choked and spat out the mouthful of water he’d just sipped. “W-What?” he spluttered.

Y/N sighed good-naturedly, patting him on the shoulder, “Now, move out of my way Bagman.”

Jake raised one hand to his chest “You wound me, Y/N! I thought what we had was special.” Stepping aside as he quickly downed the shot in his other hand.

As you stepped closer, Bob gulped nervously and sliding his glasses up his nose to avoid your eyes. 

No way this was real. No way could you think he was the hottest person in the room. This had to be some sort of practical joke… right?

But you were still moving closer to him. One second you were sliding past Hangman and the next you were standing in front of him. “Hi.” You greeted quietly.

“Hi.” Bob breathed, his heart hammering in his chest a mile a minute. Palms sweaty he tried to wipe them on his thighs. Mouth dry, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth. Everything had turned into a blur. Everything except you.

“Is it alright if I kiss you?” you whispered to him, your own heart hammering, your own palms sweaty and your mouth feeling dry. You licked your lips. Bob followed the motion of your tongue and swallowed loudly. Not sure what to say other than “Yeah.” as he nodded, his voice sounding unsteady to his own ears. Without hesitation you swooped in and kissed him softly on the lips. It was short and sweet. Over before it could truly begin. But that didn’t stop it from being met by a chorus of catcalls and cheers.

You quickly sat yourself down on a stool on Bob’s right side. He didn’t take his eyes off you as you sat and downed the shot still clutched in your hands. You wiped your mouth the back of your hand before setting your shot glass down.

“Right,” you stated, slapping your thighs “Javy; truth or dare?”

“Uh, dare.” He answered quickly.

“I dare you-”

“Hold up, hold up.” Jake interrupted “Are we really going to just gloss over Y/N kissing Bob?”

“Well, if you want to know why you’ll just have to wait your turn.” Turning back to Javy you started again.

The game carried on a few more rounds, until Rooster tried to make a break for the piano again. Everyone seemed to have forgotten you and Bob sitting off to the side, the game now seemingly finished.

Despite your earlier burst of confidence, you had no idea what to do now that you and Bob were alone without the others or the game to act as a buffer. 

Bob cleared his throat breaking the silence that had descended over the two of you. 

“So, um, about earlier…”

“I-I know. Just-Just, um, forgot about it.” Feeling nervous and a little bit worried the reason why Bob hadn’t said a single word since you kissed him was because he didn’t feel comfortable about what had happened. You didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable and were mentally kicking yourself.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” he asked quietly, turning to look intently into your eyes. “Because I know that if I’d been dared the same thing I would’ve kissed you, Y/N.”

“Oh.” You breathed as your face flushed with heat. Then a light bulb went off in your mind and a devious smile spread on your face. “Well then Bob, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He answered lightning fast.

“Then I dare you to –” you didn’t even get to finished before his lips were on yours.

Bob’s hands cupping your jaw as his soft lips descended on yours. The kiss started off gentle until you brought your hands up to grab a hold of the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Crushing your chest to his. Your mouth opening with a small gasp and you felt his tongue licking lightly at your bottom lip asking for entry. You open your mouth just a little more, letting Bob slip his tongue inside. His hands had moved to wrap around your waist pulling you practically on to his lap.

Moving away reluctantly from Bob, feeling a little lightheaded. You could feel his lips against your as you whispered “So, your place or mine?”

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Hi, it's me! I wanted to request another Price fic because I don't see much of him being written here and I really liked how you did him.

This is the request! Price with M!Reader who wakes up from a nightmare (You can decide if they're part of 141 or not) and Price is comforting him and stuff. Sorry if this is random but I hope you find what you can do with it! If you don't take it that's fine too no pressure!

Also, have a good day/night!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG MY FRIEND 😭😭

You’re Safe

Pairing: John Price x Male Reader

Summary: You had a nightmare and Price helps you through the night.

Warnings: Not much but it’s comfort and fluff all the way.

Word Count: 1025

It was absolute hell for you, despite being here and breathing.

Recently you had been rescued from the gulag a little too late, of which you fought and saw the horrors that seemed to haunt you even after you’ve left.

Even after it all, you made it, you fought and you killed, battled and bruised, despite being a strong guy who could handle himself pretty well, it didn't mean you always came out scotch free. Your boyfriend, Price, swore to protect you after that, seeing how scared and vulnerable you looked after leaving there.

It’s been days and you’re still paranoid from it, here you were, laying down in the comfort Price provided, getting your hair cleaned and your body rubbed down in a nice intimate bath.

It’s nice to have them every now and then, it was relaxing the way Price massaged your scalp, caressed your shoulder blades from behind with gentle hands, it was like he was handling glass.

You enjoyed the pampering, feeling Price rinse your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your nape. You chuckled softly at the feeling of the man’s beard tickling your skin. “Water’s getting cold my love.. wanna get out and get some rest?” Price peppered soft kisses to your neck, watching you smile.

“With you, anything my love” You replied as you got off him, standing up with the help of the tub sides before stepping out and helping your man up as well. Price thanked you lovingly, taking the back of your hand and kissing it gently before he grabbed a towel and wrapped the two of you up.

You went to your room, putting on a thin shirt, your boxers and some shorts before settling on one side of your bed that you shared, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to get in with you.

Price laid down next to you, taking your body into his strong gentle arms while you snuggled up against him. You smiled as you felt his lips against your forehead, leaving a soft kiss.

You yawned, leaning up towards his lips and kissing him lazily, your legs finding themselves tangled between one another. Price’s hands found their place caressing your waist while you held him close with your arms gently massaging the man’s back.

“Sleep now my love.. I’ll make you breakfast the next morning this time alright?” Price coaxed you gently, his hand finding its way to your hair, massaging your scalp while brushing fallen strands behind your ear.

You found yourself relaxing into his safe haven, eyes growing heavy with all the touch. Each second more weight could be felt on your eyelids before you eventually let them fall shut, lastly seeing you man so happy and calm was truly something perfect that you could take in.

The darkness that loomed welcomed your tired body into a deep slumber, you drifted upon dreams and wonders till your dream bloomed to life.

You were in a cell, a familiar one with blood stained walls as you heard the cries and screams of other men, soldiers begging and crying out in pain while gunshots and grenades sounded through the pit.

This couldn’t be.

Not again.

You panicked as you went to stand, the chains bounding your wrist dag into your skin, tearing it slightly open but enough for blood to rise up and out.

You found yourself running in a matter of seconds down hallways with stinging risks, it was almost like these were just glimpses of what you remember. Your legs buckled beneath you, your arms stung, everything felt sore.

The building shook but it was violent, you don’t remember this happening. The walls began to crack while the roof above you crumbled, the floor rattled as pieces of the roof began to fall.

You ran and ran but the hallway seemed endless, the further you ran, your surroundings became more restless, till a large piece of the roof fell right on top of you, you watched the large debris fall and fall till-

“Love!”

You woke up, gasping for breath as Price was quick to sit you up, taking you into his arms as you gripped tightly on his shirt to stabilize yourself.

“Hey hey.. it’s okay, you’re here, safe my dear” Price whispered, you shook as you realized you had begun to cry from the distressful panic.

You let out a sob you didn’t know you’d been holding back as Price held you tightly to his chest, telling you to take breaths to stable your breathing.

“Hush my love.. it’s okay.. nothing ain’t gonna hurt you as long as I’m alive” Price hushed, kissing your tears as you loosened your hold on him, sighing.

The two of you continued to hold each other till you finally pulled away a bit, looking up to meet Price’s worried gaze. He took a hand to wipe your tears before kissing you ever so gently.

You sighed, leaning your body against your strong man as he swayed the two of you side to side a little, helping you calm down more.

“Was it that bad?” Price asked softly, his hands rubbing your back as you nodded. You let your head rest on his shoulder, a small hesitant smile on your face.

“It was me, back in the place you know..? Price it still haunts me, I don’t ever wanna go back” You whispered, moving your head to the crook of his neck, your hand still holding onto him.

“And you won’t. Ever my love. I swear to it, you’ll be safe, far away from it” Price promised, kissing your temple before moving to lay the two of you back down again.

He threw the covers on again, hiding you in his arms while you sighed contently, knowing that now, you could rest without worry. With Price beside you, nothing could hurt you while you slept, not even the nightmares that haunt you.

You were about to bid Price good night but you were interrupted by a loud snore, leaving you to chuckle to yourself before you kissed his jaw, falling into a comfortable dreamless sleep this time, knowing you’re safe.

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darlin, i'm falling 31

for @jegulus-microfic prompt takeout, wc 1025, violence, death, mcd, suicide

James is ordered to takeout anyone who gets in his way or tries to cause problems during the raid. So that’s what he does. He is under a disillusionment charm that only affects Sirius, Remus, and Regulus. The rest of the gang members can see his betrayal in plain sight. 

And they’re angry with him. They attack and hurt him more and try their best to kill him. It’s painful. Because only a day ago, they were family.

James kills them all and does his best not to feel anything. He’ll have time for breakdowns later. One fight is particularly rough. James knows her. Her name is Jennifer. She had invited them all to her house once. James had played Mario Kart with her kids. He had laughed with her husband. 

She had told him that he reminded her of her brother, who had passed away a long time ago. 

It feels like losing a limb, killing her. He thinks of the kids who don’t have a mother anymore. A husband who has lost the love of his life. Suddenly, his wand flies out of hand, and he turns around to see who took it.

He immediately freezes. 

Regulus is standing there, looking at James like he hasn’t seen anything more horrifying in his life. James realises with a rush of dread that the disillusionment charm must've fallen during the fight. None of them say anything for the longest time. 

Then, Regulus whispers, in a broken voice, “You used me.”

James feels his soul quiver. It hurts. The helplessness in Regulus’ voice, the pain in his eyes, the tremble in his hands. Everything hurts. James knows there is no point in lying. That’ll only make things worse.

“Yes,” He says, as softly as he can. Regulus’ expression crumples even more, if that’s possible, and James panics. He tries to think of ways to make it better somehow, his alarmed mind not understanding that he can’t, “I’m sorry. Please, I’m an asshole and–and an idiot, but–but I won’t do it again. Reg…Reg, please, I love you,” James takes a step towards Regulus, but he flinches so violently that James doesn’t dare move another muscle. His eyes well up, and he bites his lips against a whimper. 

Regulus has wonderful eyes, grey with hints of green in them. They’re beautiful, like the rest of him, and James loves them, like he loves everything about him. Right now, James is seeing all light vanish from those eyes. It scares him, reminds him of the time when he first met Regulus, and he was someone who didn’t smile much, who wasn't happy and who didn’t see the joy in being alive.

“Reg…” James mumbles. His whole body is trembling. He’s scared. Something terrible is about to happen, and he’s so, so scared. 

Regulus’ fingers tighten around the wand in his hands, and James’ stomach twists sharply. Before he can even think of something to say or do, Regulus lifts his wand. He doesn’t hex James. He knew he wouldn’t. James tenses. He reaches out to Regulus, though it’s late. He messed up. God, he messed up so badly. 

Instead, he points the wand at himself, and the green light of the damned spell is spilling out of it. James runs to Regulus even though he knows that it’s futile. 

James holds Regulus’ limp body before he crumples to the ground. He kneels down on the floor with shaky limbs and just…looks at Regulus. 

James can’t breathe. He can’t move, he can’t speak, he can’t do anything. Regulus’ body is still warm under his hands. So maybe…maybe–just, he could—

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

The first sob wrecks out of him. And then James can’t stop at all. He looks down at Regulus, at his pale cheeks, chapped lips, closed eyes, dark curls. He’s beautiful. Even in death, he’s beautiful. James leans his forehead against Regulus’. His skin is turning cold and James clutches at him tighter. He can’t let Regulus go. Please, not him. Anything but him. 

James brings Regulus’ head to the crook of his neck and rocks their boy gently. He never thought about it. Losing Regulus. Even when everything was falling apart and James was torn about what to do, he didn’t think he would lose Regulus. 

The worst he could think of was Regulus hating him. But he will take Regulus hating him over this any day.

James buries his face in Regulus’ hair and doesn’t care about the sound of his wails. He can’t bring himself to care about being too loud and someone finding them like this. It hurts so much that James thinks that he’s dying. But he’s not. Because dying would feel better than what holding Regulus’ dead body feels like. 

He hears rushed footsteps coming towards the room. By now, he’s sure everyone knows that he’s the traitor. He should run. Hide. but he can’t let go of Regulus. 

Then the footsteps stop right outside the room. He reluctantly lifts his head. Sirius is standing there. His eyes fixed on Regulus, expression crestfallen. Then he looks at James and thinks of explaining himself. Of telling Sirius that he didn’t, that he could never, in a million years, hurt Regulus. 

He doesn’t need to. Sirius sees him and knows. His pained eyes harden and he looks at James with such vicious hatred that James thinks that he might kill him. And James…he is relieved. Because death is easier. Death is much better than to continue living and death means being near Regulus again. 

But Sirius doesn’t even lift his wand. Rather, he says, “You’re gonna live,” James shakes his head with a cry. “No, you don’t get to get out of this. You’re gonna live with his death and you’re gonna carry it with you for the rest of your existence.” Sirius is crying too. Tears fall from his eyes, his body is shaking and he’s breathing too fast. He walks up to them and kneels. He whispers, in an empty voice, “You’re the worst thing that ever happened to him.”

And James knows.

He knows, he knows, he knows. 

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Feel free to ignore this prompt/request if you don’t like it!

How do you think Andorians/Aenar feel about interspecies relationships between humans/vulcans/ect and Andorians/Aenar? Is it culturally taboo for either species, or is it socially accepted? Are there any specific mating/courting rituals that have to be altered for non-Andorian/Aenar partners? Do you think interspecies relationships between Andorians/Aenar and humans are common, or are they virtually non-existent?

Ok!! Yay! Thank you this is lovely!!

Also this is gonna be long 0-0 prepare yourselves haha:

I can't speak on Andorians, (@indignantlemur) maybe can! But I can certainly speak on my headcanons for the Aenar!

-Yeah, not a single shred of this is canon btw save for the pacifism bit :)) Hope you enjoy!!

interspecies relationships are fine, although the Aenar generally are very very wary of other species. They hate violence and see other societies as still figuring themselves out as they haven't managed to move past violence as a solution like the Aenar have. If an Aenar brings home someone who's not an Aenar, it's a process.

Hilariously enough, they hate the Andorians the most. If an Aenar were to bring home a Vulcan or a Human, they'd be met with relative joy and welcome. Andorians...the Aenar don't like them because of a bloody history that goes back ages. If an Aenar were to bring home someone Andorian it'd be a mess. Not horrible enough for outright discrimination, but very passive-aggressive stunts would be pulled by the family. (Hence why the Aenar are isolationists and why Aenar and Andorian cultures are so different. If they liked each other and were constantly getting married then there'd be a lot of cultural shifts!)

Yes. Aenar can create bonds with people (much like Vulcan-bonds) although these bonds can be shared with multiple people, both platonic and romantic. They can be made with non-psychic species, but only with practice, patience, and time (in most circumstances). The rest of the rituals and ceremonies are easy for everyone! There's an Aenar disability that is basically 'psychic deafness' and is comparable to being a blind human. So, of course, Aenar rituals accommodate and fluctuate for everyone, regardless of psychic ability/physical ability or origin. (I can and will go into stupid detail abt this if asked)

Ok ok, it's a personal headcanon that Hemmer had a human wife (I know, I know- it's cheesy) and she's the first person to actually see the Aenar capitol and do the courtship rituals that's not an Aenar. But yes, human relationships with the Aenar 2100s-2250s is basically nada. I feel like there'd be maybe a few after that though? 0--0 my 'specialty ' is the Aenar yrs 0-1025 (Human yrs 1233-2258) soo anything beyond 2258 is kinda out there for me. (again, can and will go into stupid detail abt timelines) Future Aenar relationships post 2258? hmm, idk if they'd be less isolationist or not. Possibly :))

Thanks for the ask!! If you want more in-depth wedding stuff I'd be happy to share :))

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June 13 1025 am

Omg yay!!! Next week my part time hours start just in time for school!!! I’m absolutely elated. So I can work and still take care of the house and school work!!! I have to say that working at Ross is like having 7 different jobs in 1 and full time work here is fucking hell. It’s funny the CEO of Ross made record breaking profits last year and our stocks are amazing yet they keep their stores operating on a skeleton crew while completely abusing its employees. Ugh anyways. I’m happy for once 😂 yay small wins

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𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇 — 𝐃𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒

-> OCT. 07 : SENSORY DEPRIVATION

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. ball gag use, eye mask, removal of hearing, spanking, fingering.

WC: 1025

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The pressure of Leto’s fingertips adjusting the elastic band of the eye mask around the back of your head to keep it in place and the heaviness of the ball gag in your tongue are the only sensations that you’re aware of. He’s gentle, ensuring that you can’t see at all before removing his touch from you entirely.

The two of you had established hand signals before Leto began the sensory deprivation. A simple wave of your hand to gain his attention, and a thumbs down as a request to stop. He was sweet enough to refuse to go ahead until you were happy with your simple commands.

These signals were important. Not only had Leto taken away your ability to speak, he’d also restricted your hearing. Gurney Halleck would be furious to know that the Holtzman Shield belonging to the Duke of Caladan and ruler of Arrakis in order to protect his person was being used in such a context- to block out the sound around you in order to take full control of your vulnerability.

Two taps on your forearm, a simple ‘are you okay?’. You responded swiftly, putting your thumb up to ensure that Leto knows you are comfortable with continuing. He withdraws his hand, and there is a long period where nothing happens at all. You lean back into the wooden chair you sit on, attempting to get comfortable. It’s tense at first, awaiting his first move. Your breath is shaky in your chest, and you’re no doubt it’s deafening in the silence of the room around you. He’d be able to hear your anticipation.

Then, as you begin to settle into the quiet, you feel Duke Leto’s leather clad fingers drag achingly slowly down your sternum. You can feel the seam of the glove over the tip of his finger, the ridge catching on your skin as it trails down your front. Your breath hitches, sitting up at attention.

That digit drags to just above your naval, pausing for just a moment in order to build your expectations. Whatever you had in mind, he went the complete opposite way. His leather-clad hand slaps the inside of your naked thigh, catching you off guard without the spanking sound, pin-like stinging tingling across the skin as you gasp out around your gag. It feels good, to be utterly at his mercy like this.

“Mhmmph-“ you moan weakly as his fingers trace gentle circles across the prickling skin. He makes a few circuits, one, two, three, before trailing up the inside of your thigh and teasing at your pussy lips. It’s not enough to build any pleasure, touch delicate and barely there. You whimper, raising your hips slightly to meet his touch.

You’re punished with another brutal spank to the inside of your opposite thigh. You choke out weakly, tilting your head back over the chair-rest, but it appears that Leto ignores your desperate whimpers and returns to his plan, just barely touching at your cunt in a way that has your skin tingling, screaming for more.

It’s only when you ease up, behaving yourself as Leto would say, that he rewards you. What you assume is his index finger circles your clit just perfectly. The butter-soft material of the leather is delightful against your sensitive clit, the seams and stitching adding just enough texture to have pleasure building needily in your abdomen. Your knees raise slightly, body curling inwards almost at how good the sensation feels.

It’s like this, while you are so invested in the delicious, swirling pleasure between your thighs, that Leto presses a feather-like kiss to your shoulder. His beard is rough against your skin, but his lips are like velvet. You tilt your head the opposite way, exposing more of your throat to him in order to appease him. Once again, your obedient nature earns you a treat.

Leto sinks his teeth gently into the delicate skin above your pulse point, sucking at your neck with enough pressure to almost certainly leave a hickey just above your neckline. The scandalous nature of it all, along with the consistent pressure and speed of his fingertip against your clit has tears welling in your eyes, pleasure building and building.

You moan his name. You can’t hear yourself, but you’re almost certain you sound as though someone had slipped far too many sachets of Spice into your wine goblet at a state dinner, slurring around the ball gag. Leto appears to understand, however. His finger works just slightly quicker now as his mouth is removed from your neck with a soft ‘pop’ sensation.

Whimpering weakly, your body begins to tremble. He has you right on the edge, your thigh and abdomen muscles threatening to snap in two with how good it feels. You’re not entirely sure what tips you over, the pressure on your clit, the third spank to your skin just at your hip, or the sensation of his teeth sinking into your skin again, but you cum with a devastating wail, body crumpling inwards at the force of your cataclysmic orgasm.

When Leto is kind enough to shut down the shield in your afterglow, the first sound that hits your ears is your heaving breath. The orgasm had expelled the air from your lungs entirely, and you fought to return the oxygen he stole.

As Leto’s finger, now having removed the leather, worked to clean up the drool that had slipped down your chin, you can hear him chuckle. He doesn’t remove the blindfold yet, but he’s gentle with you, pressing a delicate kiss against your temple, followed by your cheek and nose.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, clearly impressed with your reactions.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” you pant softly, leaning into his touch as he gently cups your cheek in a tactile display of pride. It’s when you finally catch your breath that the blindfold is removed by Leto, and the first thing your eyes are drawn to is the wide smile on his lips, only just preceding the swirling desire that had settled in his irises. You’d need to be a good girl and do something about that.

END

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[curseoftheeel]

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[alexblakeisgay]

Wait for the Signal

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary: It’s been twenty-three years since anyone has seen a zombie.

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

Word Count: 1025

Author's Note: Let me know if you want to see more of this, I'm just testing the waters atm. Also lmk if you want to bounce ideas with me.

It's been twenty-three years since anyone has seen a zombie.

Emily knows this because Alex keeps track, even though time is less critical now that the world they'd once known was essentially gone. But it helps Alex to keep track, so Emily doesn't complain.

Besides, it's how they know their granddaughter was turning one that day. The first of what Alex had dubbed the 'Aquene Generation', using the Native American word for peace – the first generation born who would (hopefully) never know the fear that had been everyone else's normal since the outbreak that had changed everything.

It's been twenty-three years, but Emily still wakes up every day and checks the trail cams she'd rigged at the fence. Every day, she prays to a God she can't help but hope exists that their granddaughter will never know anything but happiness and gentleness, that she would never be hardened by war.

She was flipping through the screens, looking for any sigh of movement when she felt Alex slip her arms around her neck and drop a kiss beneath her ear. "Come back to bed," Alex husked, lips brushing along the back of her neck.

"You and I both know that if I go back to bed know, I'll be at least forty-five minutes late to town hall," Emily pointed out.

"So?" Alex challenged. "You've been late to every town hall since Hotch turned. I think it would be more surprising if you weren't late..."

When Emily failed to react, Alex huffed, muttered something about her being stubborn, then sat on her lap and snuggled into her chest.

"Jesus Christ..." Emily nearly growled, suddenly very distracted from the screens, "You're early this month."

You could have set your watch by Alex's heats which, thankfully, allowed Emily to quite effectively schedule the town's many needs. The town, though, was going to have to wait because Alex too had needs and now that Emily had smelled that she was ovulating, she had needs as well...

When Emily stood from the chair, Alex wrapped her legs around her waist, continuing her quest to mark Emily with as many bites and hickies as possibly. Dropping her on the bed, Emily toed off her boots, unzipped her jeans, all while wearing an almost predatory grin.

"Ass up, Princess," she coaxed, shucking off her jeans, then strapping on Alex's favourite cock, stroking it a few times as she watched Alex wiggle her ass tantalizingly.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, Emily leaned in to trail her tongue along her soaked cunt. "God, you taste so sweet when you're in heat..." She spent several long moments making out with her pussy, until Alex was nearly sobbing. Only then did she give in and thrust into her.

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"What's your excuse this time?" Derek asked during the chaos of the town hall meeting letting out. Every month, when Emily was inevitably late, he was forced to cover for her, as her second in command.

Emily glanced about to make sure no one was eavesdropping, then shot him a mischievous smirk.

He rolled his eyes. "Nope, no way," he refused, "You already pulled your one free 'I was getting laid' pass this year."

"Okay, but in my defence, Alex is in heat," she said, holding up her hands as if to say she had no choice in the matter. Derek chuckled, though it wasn't really all that funny. "So, what'd I miss?" Emily asked.

He shrugged. "The usual."

The usual, in this case meant at least two people squabbling over resources, someone not happy with the chore rotation, someone unhappy that the previous person wasn't pulling their weight in the chore rotation, and on one particularly memorable occasion, someone accusing someone else of being a witch. Emily had come to expect irritations of the sort, given the close proximity in which everyone lived...it was only natural that tempers would flare on occasion. (Which was also the reason they held a monthly airsoft game...it got some of the aggression out while also giving people tactical training – their town might have been free of zombies, but the world as a whole surely wasn't.)

"How's Reid's hybridized nut tree research coming?" she asked. Reid, surprising no one, had spent the past twenty-three years developing an agriculture program that would provide a diet as nutritionally dense and complete as possible, given their limited resources. Now, he was just showing off, in Emily's opinion, having successfully hybridized kale and broccoli (which failed to earn him any fans in the under ten category).

He shrugged again.

Rolling her eyes, she said, "Let me guess: you weren't paying attention."

"What do you want from me?" he whined, "He talked for like twenty straight minutes without taking a breath."

Much as she would have liked to fault him for that, she too had been known to zone out during Reid's rambling. That didn't mean she was any less grateful for his genius brain, though. Reid was one of the major reasons their settlement was as developed as it was and everyone knew it.

Changing the subject when it became clear to her that she wasn't going to get any information of use from him, she asked, "Are you coming to Jenna's birthday party?"

"Did Alex bake the cake?" he answered her question with a much more pressing question.

"Double chocolate with caramel icing," Emily answered. She might've been annoyed that his first motivation was the cake, rather than celebrating her granddaughter's first year of life...but Alex was a spectacular baker and cake was a rare delicacy these days, so she couldn't exactly blame him.

He licked his lips in anticipation. "I'll be there."

In the next moment, Hank came up behind Derek, clapping him on the shoulder and asking, "Ready to go, Dad?"

He nodded, then turned back to Emily and, with a salute, said, "See ya later, Sheriff."

"What's happening later?" Hank asked, glancing from his father to Emily and back.

"It's Jenna's first birthday," Emily replied. "You should come."

"Alex baked a cake," Derek supplied with enough enthusiasm that he missed the laden glance Emily and his son shared...

[ao3feed-dadzawa]

He Needed Help, but Couldn't Ask

He needed help, but couldn’t ask by You dont know

Eraser head is out on patrol, it's almost over actually he's thinking about the family movie night the others have planned for later. Then he sees it. A head of fluffy green hair down an alley. It couldn't be his student. His student is always smiling. It wasn't just an act right. -or- Izuku got kicked out again and goes to one of his old haunts to sleep for the night, but crosses paths with eraser head on the way

Words: 1025, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Izuku, Shinsou Hitoshi, Eri, Midoriya Inko

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Midoriya Izuku, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Adopts Shinsou Hitoshi, Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Mentioned Midoriya Inko, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku is Not Okay, He gets kicked out, Chance Meetings, Homeless Midoriya Izuku, Sad with a Happy Ending, My First Work in This Fandom, Trans Male Character, Trans Male Midoriya Izuku, Bullied Midoriya Izuku, Neglected Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Midoriya Inko Bashing, Bad Parenting, Abusive Midoriya Inko

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45939820

[juvian]

how did I not notice you already diD BULBIES SCREAMSMSM— thanks for the link ehehe

but I just kinda thought since you make edits and take requests you might have a tip jar going- sometimes people do it but you don’t have to if you don’t want to!!

do you plan to do all 8-9 generations?? I have a book of all the pokemon, if you’d like to go through it I could send you some screenshots! ^^

You’re welcome ! 🥰 I just never thought about it cause I thought no one would give I’ll think about it 🥺👉👈

I plan on doing all 1025 pokemons existing and all the futur ones when they’ll be here ! I know them all by heart but thank you for the offer ! You can continue to send request though ! I’m really indecisive so I like when others choose for me hahaha and I can make them happy !

[sullustangin]

Fluffy February Day 3: Anniversary

Rating: PG

Fandom: SWTOR

Time:  26 ATC

Pairing: Theron Shan/Smuggler, guest starring Jace Malcom

Words: 1025

~~

Jace Malcom did not want to screw this up.  

His relationship with Theron had always been…thready at best.  There would be a time when they got along fine, saw each other semi-regularly….and then they wouldn’t see each other for months.  Then they’d reconnect… and then nothing.

Jace had done enough reading to know that was a consequence of what happened to Theron when he was a kid.

Jace was still angry about that – angry at that Jedi that just abandoned the boy and didn’t tell Satele.  He wanted to be angry at Marcus Trant, but he really couldn’t reasonably justify it; he didn’t know until Jace did about Theron’s whole parentage.    

…somehow, Jace let Satele off the hook, every time he thought about the situation.  He got her logic – so did Theron.  It didn’t stop the hurt when Jace thought about Theron as a state’s ward or how little Satele thought of Jace’s ability to be a better man – better than his hate and his trauma and –

But then she’d never seen him with his friends’ kids, and she didn’t know how many times over he was someone’s godfather. 

She’d met Kal, which probably hadn’t helped his cause, but they both laughed about it later.

She never met his mom or his dad, who Theron probably would have spent a lot of time with if –

Mom and Dad were gone now. They weren’t the same after Kal died. Jace was all by himself for a few years there.  He supposed it was better that Mom died before the war kicked up again.  He didn’t think she’d be able to take the worry of him being deployed again like that...

Especially since he went right back to Alderaan, almost sixty years old at that point.

Then there was Theron…and Jace had to admit, he’d been a high-end clinger to the poor guy.  He sent him a holomail randomly, once, to ask about his birthday cake for his seventh birthday, because Jace didn’t know and desperately wanted to know… because he would have wanted to be there.

Theron, by that point, was turning 27, and simply didn’t answer the message.

Then came Theron’s whole defection from the Republic to go save his not-girlfriend after she died in the Eternal Fleet Incident…

Ok, so Jace was wrong about that one.  Really, really wrong.  

The Alliance was now a third faction in the galaxy, and the dead girl was his daughter-in-law.  They were safe.  They were happy.  Theron finally seemed anchored by someone.

Jace Malcom did not want to screw this up.  

He never thought that a piece of parchment could weigh so much.

“Happy anniversary!”  Jace greeted them as they entered one of the numerous meeting rooms in the Alliance’s command complex.  Eva’s droid had ushered him upstairs while the pair had finished handling business in their war room.  

Eva and Theron both slowed down and looked at each other.  “Did we--?” she asked.

“I don’t think we did,” Theron replied as he pulled out his datapad.  “At least both of us forgot, so no hard feelings –”

Jace gestured with his hands in the negative. “No, no, I’m early.  Really early, honestly.  I don’t know if I’ll see you again before the actual day.”  Then he flexed his fingers nervously as he lowered his hands. “… I have a gift.  For Eva.”

Jokingly, Theron asked, “What about me?”

“I’m still happy she didn’t kill you; you can wait til your birthday, son.”  The smart response sent Theron a step backwards--

Dammit.  His temper –

But Theron didn’t leave. He let out a rough guffaw and smirked. “Valid.”  Crisis averted; Theron still had that sharp sense of humor that verged on the gallows.  It came with years clocked in service, Jace had to admit.

Eva silently watched the exchange play out between father and son.  She only became animated again when Jace extended a hand with a sealed –

“Parchment?” she asked aloud as she took his offering.

“First anniversary is meant to be flimsi, but … that isn’t available on flimsi” was all Jace offered for an explanation as she pulled her boot knife and carefully sliced through the wax seal.

The dark eyes raced across the page as she read through the document.  Every word.

Jace knew she wasn’t formally educated, but he also knew that she was bright; she wouldn’t have been able to hold Theron’s attention if she wasn’t.  

Her breathing shifted, and Theron was at her side in a split second.  “What --?”

“It’s all right.”  A sad smile finally came across her face.  “It’s… finally all right.”  She passed the document to Theron.  Then she turned her gaze to Jace.  “Thanks.”  

It was a simple word, but the depth of gratitude in her eyes – Jace sniffled, despite his best efforts.

“Exonerations?” Theron stared at the words on the page, puzzled.  “But they were never –”

“Brought to trial, formally? No.  Not for the smuggling.”  Eva gave a little sigh, and Jace thought it sounded like a small child’s little frustrated huff—a ghost of the little girl she’d been.  “…the Republic used to try to save labor by putting fugitives with known children on trial.”  She ran a tongue along lips that had gone dry.  “The charge that stuck best was child abuse – don’t take your kid to the doctor, don’t enroll them in school, what kind of parent are you?”    

Realization dawned on Theron, brutally, and he stared silently at the paper in his hand. 

Jace said, gruffly, “They don’t do that anymore.  Stopped... maybe fifteen years ago.”  The Pub finally got it right... took awhile, but it always did, in Jace’s mind.  He knew better than to mention that to either of them.

“Convicted in absentia, if they ever got collared, the Pub wouldn’t have any problems removing the children from the parents.”  Now Eva crossed her arms – no, she hugged herself.  “Your father got my parents exonerated.  Records expunged.”  She gave a little sigh.  “Athene and Hadrian are officially not bad parents.”  Then she shrugged. “Already knew that –”  then she fell silent, her emotions playing across her face.

Jace had nearly a foot-and-a-half and close to two hundred pounds on Eva Corolastor but she still managed to almost knock him over with the ferocity of a hug.

When Eva let him go, Jace saw Theron standing there, those olive-gold eyes of his gleaming bright.

When Theron hugged him, that’s when Jace got all weepy.

He was such a softie, as Kal had said.

~~

@fluffyfebruary

[ricknmaklan]

Hello the World! Here I am rising from my ashes: 1025 days to overcome that disease and settle down in that whole new life. I’ve adopted a new mindset and live my dreams one after the other, even the oldest, even the pretty risky. One of them was to make a living as an artist. So I am announcing you that I will be drawing full time from now on. My main subjects are animals, nature and portraits but I will most likely save some time for TV series/movies which includes GOT and our dear Jonerys.

Commissions are welcomed!

I do not have a website yet but you can find the 2020 fanarts on my Etsy shop:

It is just a start; I am still looking for the best value for money, the correct balance between cost and the high quality I want. So, more products and options are to come. Your ideas and whishes are very most appreciated; do not hesitate to contact me. If you know international carriers cheaper than our national mail systems, please share!

Happy New Year to all!