#i love my idiot baby 😄

[daedelweiss]

i thought "awww, he wouldn't throw away a good connection like that" and then my other side was like "nah, he would stab someone no problem if he has an incentive to do it, no matter how stupid that incentive is" 🤣

ft. BB!Leo by @trubblegumm

RR!Leo by @red-rover-au

One by @dianagj-art

BETRAYAL!

In my head this is how the two managged to land on 3rd place lmao (One is surprised but not dissapointed)

There's so many branches to this poll now that I didn't know where to add this on so this gets its own post, pls make yourself a favor and check all the reblogs of that poll, there's so much good art and very funny tags from everyone

Bonus with the bestie:

LM leo @daedelweiss

RR leo @red-rover-au

[meowzfordayz]

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: short and sweet, and hopefully a lil funny too. 😆

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: could you write comfort for when Their S/o like absolutely hates speaking up for themselves, like someone could be walking all over them and they'd be like "Oh, its fine" bc conflict= worst enemy? I would like to request Muichiro (love him sm) and Sanemi if that's okay, and the rest you can decide (-if you want to add more.)

~faqs~

Mitsuri will be all over the situation (in a good way, ofc 😌)

“Baby, didn’t you want your drink hot?” —> she’s already staring daggers at the barista who made your drink 😒

“Hm?”

You do your best to conceal the pinch of your eyebrows, as well as the goosebumps raising on your arms 🥶

“I thought cold drinks made you cold, and you don’t like being cold?”

… “Hm?”

She’s not buying your nonchalance 🙃

“That’s it.” Uh oh. “I’m getting you your drink made right.”

😳🫣🫠

“Nonono, Mitsuri, it’s fiiine.” 😭

Arms crossed, her lips purse, eyes narrowed as you weakly grin and take a big sip 😄

“If you won’t let me get you another one, then at least wear my sweater?”

🤯 “Okay!” 🤭

So maybe she’s wearing a cropped tank top underneath — you’re only a mere mortal after all 

— #oops my thirst made an appearance 😅

Short girlfriend = scary girlfriend

And that’s a compliment 😎

Shinobu doesn’t need height, bulk, or a dick to defend you

Her scathing tongue and unnerving stare are plenty

Not to mention, she’ll go full Karen if need be, but the more eloquent, calculating, deceptively sweet version 😌

She can make anyone feel like a complete idiot in 2-3 sentences, give or take 

Which does include you, but you don’t argue too often 😅

Basically:

It’s highkey hot when she speaks up for you 🤭

But it may or may not make you cry when her sharpness is directed toward you 🥲

Fortunately, you in distress is also one of few things that immediately softens her — at least, when she’s the reason for it 🥺

Kyojuro always tries to solve your problems for you

Not bc he thinks you’re incapable, and not w/o your expressed consent/prior communication

But he just hates seeing you unhappy, uncomfortable, unsafe — really anything that isn’t grinning and laughing

He understands there’s a time and place for more difficult and painful emotions, but why on earth wouldn’t he go out of his way to ensure those times and places are as few and far between as possible????? 🤨

So, obvi, he more than willingly goes out of his way ☺️

“Do you want me to say something?” his quiet breath warms your ear, softening the frustration growing in your chest

“I dunno,” you sigh, gesturing hopelessly at the person who’d just cut you in line, ��We’re all going to the same place anyway.”

“True,” he shrugs, “But that was quite rude and noticeable of them.”

“Do you want to say something?” you tease, elbowing his side with amused fondness

“Not if it discomforts you.”

“It wouldn’t discomfort me,” you mumble, cheeks darkening nonetheless, “You’re so cute.”

Albeit, you aren’t sure whether to feel proud or embarrassed when he somehow intimidates the person who cut you into leaving altogether 😅

On one hand, you know Sanemi has your back ☺️

On the other hand, you aren’t 100% positive that that’s a good thing 😬

“I swear, does that bitch even know I exist?!” 😤

… 🫣

“I bet she doesn’t! Otherwise she wouldn’t dare treat you like-” 😤

“And this is why she doesn’t know you exist.” 🥲

“Pardon?” 😐

“Sanemi, I love you, and I so appreciate how ready to go to war you are for me, but-”

“Ooh darling, you have no idea. Go to war? I will be the war for you.” 😤

“So sweet,” your eyes roll, “How about you just let me handle it?”

“And how are you handling it?” he scoffs, “With smiley face emojis?” 🙄

…

“You deserve kindness and honesty. Not her manipulative bitch shit.”

“I’ll block her.”

“You what?!” 😳

“Would that suffice?” 😅

“Actually… yeah.” Sanemi is very surprised. Gushing now, “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 🥰

It’s kind of alarming when Muichiro speaks up for you

Bc you get a faint taste of what he was like before he’d really opened up to love 😕

And that Tokito Muichiro is sharp and cold as steel w/ a -139% tolerance for bullshit

Impossible to impress 😬

But your Muichiro hugs you when you’re feeling low, rests his chin on your shoulder while you do your best to draft a stern, confident text msg to your asshole “friend”, and is more than happy to tell you what he would do were he in your shoes

… you usually ignore his advice 😅

Buuut sometimes he reaches over and hits SEND before you can stop him 🫠

“MUI! I was going to delete some of that!” 😭

“Nah, it’s great as is.” 😎

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Sexy Baby?

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Summary: Y/N is humiliated. Can meeting Jensen make things better? (P.S. Sometimes I hate writing summaries. 😩😄)

Pairing: Jensen x Plus-sized!eader (Y/N)

Warnings: None really. Embarrassed reader. Hurt reader. Body shaming asshole. Kissing. Fluff. Jensen being the ultimate, incredible man. 😁❤️

Word Count: 4,168

A/N: This fic was a request by a lovely anon. It turned out fluffier and less smutty than I was originally thinking, Nonny, so I hope it still works for you. ❤️

This fic also incorporates this gif request sent in by @suckitands33 for my 2K followers celebration. Here is the gif I reference in this fic:

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This was meant to be a drabble request, and looking at the word count you can see that this is most decidedly NOT a drabble. 😄 But I hope you like what I've come up with anyway. ❤️

If you enjoy the fic, please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment. It means a lot. ❤️

A/N 2: As always this fic is about a different, multiverse version of Jensen, who is single. This is a complete and utter work of fiction.

It was one of Y/N’s most humiliating experiences during what should have been one of her most exciting moments.

She'd waited years and years to get to a Supernatural convention. She'd been a fan of the show for a very long time, and she simply adored the whole cast. The camaraderie of the boys and the kindness of the whole SPN Family had helped her through some very dark times. 

So to finally be at a con, and standing in line, waiting for a photo op with her absolute favorite actor of all time, Jensen Ackles? It felt like a dream. 

But she was so nervous. She'd never met anyone famous, let alone the guy she'd had a crush on for nearly half her life. Jensen was beautiful beyond words, sexy and charming, and everyone seemed to fall in love with him. So meeting him was daunting to say the least. 

As she approached the front of the line she finally got a look at him as he posed with other fans. He wore a slightly distressed, light beige sweater and tight fitting black jeans. He was so unbelievably tall in person, so solid, and if possible, even more gorgeous than he was on film. That magnetism he had, the kind that lit up the screen so easily and quickly drew everyone into the characters he played, was on full display and almost too brilliant in real life. She felt her lower belly tighten as butterflies erupted inside her. 

Finally, when Y/N was second in line, Jensen looked over and caught her eye, giving her a little smile and a wave. She blushed beet red and waved back, feeling like a complete idiot, but beaming nonetheless.

The woman in front of her walked up to Jensen and made a suggestion for a pose. One of the handlers seemed like they weren’t sure about allowing it, but Jensen waved away their worries, smiling at the fan and nodding, saying something that made her giggle. Then he wrapped his arm around her back and under her legs, picking her up from the ground. The woman squealed slightly, but then they did the pose. The woman had her arms flung wide in celebration, smile shining, and Jensen had his mouth open in a comically huge smile. It looked like they’d both won the lottery or something.

It was adorable.

Then it was finished and it was Y/N’s turn. She tried to take deep, steadying breaths as the previous fan said goodbye quickly. Before she walked up though, a staff member approached Jensen. He looked like he worked for the venue and not Creation, because he wore a uniform with the hotel’s name emblazoned on the back. Jensen’s smile shrank as he walked up; he didn’t look particularly happy to see him. 

The guy said something about switching rooms for autographs and Jensen just nodded. Then, as he was leaving, he looked over at Y/N waiting to be next, and turned to Jensen with a mocking smile.

“Wouldn’t try that last pose with this one.” He said with a nod towards Y/N at the front of the line.

Y/N felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. All the air left her lungs and her eyes welled up instantly, her chest was immediately on fire from the shame she was swallowing down in big gulps.

She’d been chubby her whole life; she couldn’t remember a time when she wasn’t dieting and desperately trying to lose weight. It was her biggest insecurity that she couldn’t slip under 250 pounds no matter what she tried. She’d been that weight for a decade or more and no amount of dieting or exercising seemed to change that. 

She was also tall for a woman, and so she often felt like…how did Taylor put it?

Sometimes I feel like everybody is a sexy baby And I'm a monster on the hill

And now here she was in front of the man she’d dreamt about and fantasized about for so long, and this was how he was going to see her now - the way this jackass saw her.

She felt sick to her stomach.

She let her glance skitter to Jensen, but he wasn’t looking at her, he was glaring at the guy who was starting to walk away. He followed him and in two long strides caught him, grabbing his arm and spinning the guy around to face him.

They were close enough now that Y/N could hear what they were saying, even though Jensen was speaking in an angry, whiphard, whisper.

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The guy flung his arms out. “Come on, man. It was just a joke.”

Jensen shook his head and his face was like stone. “No, it wasn’t. And you know how I know it wasn’t a joke? Cause it wasn’t fucking funny. You’re an asshole, and if I catch you saying shit like that again about anybody here, I’ll be talking to your boss, and letting them know that we'll be looking for another venue next year.” He gave him a humorless smile. “And I’ll be sure to tell him just who he has to thank for that.”

The guy mumbled something that must have been an apology because Jensen let go of his arm and the guy beat a swift retreat. Y/N watched Jensen take a deep breath and then he approached her at the front of the line. 

She knew the people around her had heard what the guy said because they were calling the guy a prick too and telling her to ignore his bullshit. The woman behind her, who she’d never met, was rubbing circles on her back, trying to soothe the pain the jackass had caused.

That kind gesture along with the way Jensen held out his hand towards her and smiled so warmly, made tears start to fall silently. She couldn’t help it. She took Jensen’s warm hand and allowed him to pull her over to stand in front of the camera, quickly brushing her tears away with her free hand.

She’d never wanted to be in a picture less, and as they approached the spot, she shook her head and tried to pull her hand free.

She cleared her throat and stared at the floor. “Maybe, I’ll just…could I just get the picture with just you in it? Any pose you want to do will be fine.” She said, her slightly stuffy nose muffling her words.

Jensen turned back to her and tilted his head to catch her eye. “I can, if you want, but I’d sure love a picture with you. Whaddya say?” He asked with a bright smile.

Y/N realized it would be physically impossible to say no to this man, so she shrugged and walked into position in front of the camera.

“What pose do you want, sweetheart?” 

Y/N swallowed hard and forced herself not to cry. “Would you just…I’d just like a hug, if that’s okay.”

Jensen nodded. “Absolutely.”

So he opened his arms and Y/N stepped into them. She wrapped her hands under his arms and around his ribcage. His left arm was closest to the camera and he wrapped that one around her shoulders. His right arm came up over her shoulders too, but he used that hand to press her cheek to his chest, and he rested his chin on the top of her head. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

She’d never felt so cocooned in safety in her whole life. His arms were strong around her, applying just the right pressure to make her feel completely protected. After the way her heart had just been pulverized, it felt healing. She wanted to stay right there forever.

She heard the click of the camera, though, and opened her eyes. Jensen kept her wrapped in his arms for a little longer, before giving her an extra squeeze and stepping back.

“Thank you.” Y/N said shyly.

“Thank you.” Jensen responded, cupping her shoulder briefly. “Take care. Hope to see you again this weekend.”

Y/N nodded, grateful for his kindness, but recognizing that he felt bad for her too which brought on more embarrassment. So she just nodded at Chris who was snapping the pictures, and took off out of the photo op area. 

She went to the bathroom immediately and locked herself in the stall, allowing herself to cry quietly at length. For more than half an hour she sat in the stall, covering her mouth to keep from making too much noise. But finally her tears slowed and then dried up, the crack in her heart receding into just another scar there. She stayed in the bathroom another twenty minutes, dabbing at her puffy eyes with cool paper towels.

When she felt she was presentable enough, she finally left the restroom and headed over to pick up her photo op package. As she stood by the table, waiting for hers to show up, one of the women she recognized as a handler approached her. 

She smiled kindly, though she seemed a little frazzled which Y/N could definitely understand. “Hi! We actually picked up your photo op. If you follow me, we can get it for you.”

Y/N thought that was a little odd. Was there something wrong with the picture? But she nodded and followed along quickly as the handler practically sprinted away.

They walked down a hallway in the hotel and then through a couple of doors until they emerged in a mostly empty hallway, just a few employees scurrying around busily. Finally the woman she was following stopped and knocked lightly on a door, waiting a moment and then opening it and showing Y/N into a beautifully appointed suite. The furniture was subtly luxurious and elegant, the floors and fixtures were cool and understated while still being sleek and trendy.

But by far the most beautiful part of the room was the man sitting on the couch, one leg crossed over the other, with what looked like a script in his hand.

He looked up as they walked in and a smile broke out on his face as he dropped the script onto the table in front of him. “Hey! We found you! Thanks Amanda!”

Amanda nodded and shot him a smile. “No problem!” She said as she spun around and took off, closing the door behind her and suddenly leaving Y/N alone with Jensen.

As though he was reading her mind, Jensen pointed towards the door. “If you’d feel more comfortable, we can open it again.”

But Y/N couldn’t have felt less afraid or worried about her safety being alone with the man in front of her, so she just shook her head. She was bound to act like an idiot in front of him and the less prying eyes watching that the better. 

Jensen smiled. “Okay, well do you want a drink? Help yourself.” He said, pointing to a table with coffee, tea, and water bottles. “We could probably get you a coke or something, if you’d rather.”

She shook her head again, but forced herself to utter words this time. “No thank you, I’m fine.”

“Okay, well in that case you’re probably wondering what the hell I tracked you down for.” He said with a soft smile.

Y/N smiled back. “A little.”

Jensen waved at the spot beside him on the couch. “Wanna sit down?”

She took him up on that offer since her knees were a little wobbly and she didn’t really trust them. 

He reached over to the table beside the couch and pulled up a glossy 8x10 photo. “Well, to begin with, I do have your photo.”

He handed it over and Y/N felt herself blush. Despite the fact that she was in it, it was a beautiful picture. Her eyes were closed and so were Jensen’s as he held her protectively cuddled against him. The picture would always remind her of just how safe she’d felt in that moment, and she was grateful to take it home.

“Thank you.” She said quietly. “You were great.” 

“And you were beautiful.” He shook his head. “No, you ARE beautiful.”

Y/N felt her cheeks flush an even deeper red. “It’s really okay, I’m fine. I mean the guy was a jerk, but you don’t have to try and make me feel better. It’s hardly the first time.” She shrugged. “I can take it.”

Jensen shifted slightly closer to her, turning on the couch so he was facing her. “I’m not trying to make you feel better.”

She shot him a disbelieving look and he chuckled. “Well, I guess I am, but that’s just a bonus of telling you the truth. And the truth is, Y/N, you're beautiful.” 

Y/N shot him a slightly wide-eyed look. “How do you know my name?”

He pointed to her picture and smiled. “I got it from the photo op package. Promise I’m not psychic. Or a stalker”

Y/N giggled and covered her mouth at the sound, apologizing. “Sorry.”

Jensen reached up and pulled her hand away from her smile. “Don’t do that. Don’t cover up your laugh and certainly don’t apologize for it.”

Y/N shrugged again and looked down at her lap and the hand that Jensen still held. He came slightly closer and tipped up her chin.

“I wanted to see you because the last thing I wanted was for you to walk away from this weekend thinking less of yourself because of some asshole with a big mouth and a mean streak. It was…”He took a deep breath. “It was bothering me a lot.”

Y/N was frustrated with herself that she couldn’t stop the tears that formed again at Jensen’s kind words. She dashed them away quickly with her free hand. 

“Sorry.” She apologized again. “I know I don’t owe some rude jackass my tears and hurt, but sometimes it’s hard to just shove them down, you know.”

Jensen cupped her cheek warmly and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. “Don’t shove them down, sweetheart, throw them away. His words are bullshit. They’re just wrong. Wanna know how I know?”

Y/N nodded, completely mesmerized by his mossy green gaze as he answered, his voice vehement. “I know he’s wrong, because it’s obvious for anyone to see that you’re utterly beautiful.”

Y/N started to scoff, but he cut her off. “I wanted to kiss you. Still do.”

Y/N choked heartily on the words that sputtered out of her, forgetting how to breathe normally. Jensen looked slightly abashed and it was his turn to stare at his lap. “God, I hope you don’t think I’m some creepy weirdo. I’m not…I don’t expect anything from you…this isn’t…” 

He sighed. “Shit, I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that. I just wanted to try and make you understand that I’m not lying to make you feel better, I’m not just trying to make a sweet girl feel better about herself, though I want you to. But I wanted you to know that I was and am genuinely, undeniably attracted to you. From the moment I looked over and saw you standing in that line.”

He shrugged and shifted back slightly. “But I totally get if I’ve creeped you out and you wanna go. I’m sorry.”

But Y/N just stared at him bug eyed. She spoke softly and slowly, still stammering slightly. “You wa-wanna kiss m-me.”

He gave her a lopsided smile and a shrug. “It’s the truth.”

“Since you saw me in line?” She said by way of clarification.

He nodded. “Yep.”

She blinked rapidly and then bit her lip. She caught the way Jensen’s eyes flickered down to her mouth and the way his gaze heated, setting her body on fire. 

“Oh my god.” She whispered in disbelief. Then she shook her head and grinned at him. “Well, I’ve wanted to kiss you for about a decade…so…” She trailed off and Jensen gave a surprised laugh that turned into a warm and mischievous smile. 

“Well, in that case,” he said slowly, “I think you should go first.” He tapped lightly on his cupid’s bow mouth, indicating that she should kiss him there and Y/N thought she might actually pass out. 

She leaned forward tentatively, her head cloudy and the world around her surreal, and pressed her lips to his very briefly and gently before pulling back.

Jensen opened his eyes and a slow sexy smile spread across his face. “That was sweet, darlin’. But I gotta say, ten years of thinking and that’s all you got? I’ve been thinking about you for barely two hours, and I can promise you, I imagined way more than that sweet little angel kiss.”

Y/N felt her lower belly clench with want. “Okay, then show me.” She said, hardly able to believe her daring. 

But it felt like she was being presented with a buffet of her favorite foods when she’d been starving and there was no way she was going to pass up the opportunity in front of her.

Jensen leaned forward and slid his big hand into her hair, holding her head in place as he pressed his mouth to hers gently, taking teasing sips from her lips and making her whimper slightly. She was embarrassed by the sound, but it made Jensen tighten his grip in her hair and growl slightly into her open mouth, finally sweeping his tongue inside and completely devouring her. 

Y/N grabbed onto Jensen’s soft sweater and fisted it in her hands over and over, reveling in the feel of hard muscle beneath her palms. Jensen kissed her long and lustfully. His left hand stayed bunched in her hair, but he let his right hand slide up and down her arm before he slid it around to push against her back, just between her shoulder blades. 

He pressed her tightly to his chest as he continued to rob her of air. Finally, he broke off the kiss, leaving them both panting as he pressed his lips just beneath her jaw and down her neck. 

Her mind felt like it was on fire, everything was spinning and the world was just going too fast. As though he really was the psychic he denied being, Jensen seemed to know she needed to catch her breath, figuratively and literally, and he pulled back to press his forehead to hers.

“Sorry, got a little carried away.”

She shook her head vehemently. “No, no…that was…you’re perfect.”

Jensen chuckled. “You stole the words right out of my mouth, sweetheart.”

When they’d regained their breath, Jensen kissed her chastely and then tucked her hair behind her ear.

“So, you going to the panel tomorrow?”

Y/N nodded and gave a soft smile. “Of course.”

“Do you have plans tonight?”

Y/N felt like her heart might actually burst. She shook her head. “None that aren’t breakable.”

The next day at the panel, Y/N sat in the third row, feeling as though the whole world was brand new.

She could still hardly believe it, but the night before she and Jensen had gone out to dinner at a very nice restaurant, and the conversation between them had been remarkably easy and laced with laughter and fun. 

After dinner they’d gone for a long walk and talked some more before finding a quiet park bench and making out like teenagers. Jensen’s mouth had branded her skin as his alone, and she knew he owned her now, body and soul. She was pretty sure he felt the same way, or at least something like it. He’d been very open about how much he wanted her, vocal in his desire and need for her. 

It was the first time in her life that she’d felt truly, unequivocally beautiful and it opened up the world around her; colors seemed brighter and she knew that she was glowing.

Barely twenty-four hours after standing heartbroken and humiliated in Jensen’s arms, she sat in the audience, watching him on stage, feeling alive and truly happy in a way that was a little scary, but wholly exhilarating too.

The panel was wonderful; the boys were hilarious and warm as always. As the music started for the last question, Y/N expected Jensen to go off and sing with Rob as he usually did. But instead he looked right at her in the audience, standing up quickly and crooking his finger at her, beckoning her forward. 

Amanda, the woman who’d brought her to the hotel suite yesterday, was standing at the end of the row, and gestured for her to leave her seat and follow her to the stage. Y/N was shaking from head to toe as she followed her up the stairs to where Jared was waiting for her, escorting her over to Jensen who took her hand and led her back to the chair sitting in the middle of the stage, helping her hop up onto it. 

She looked out across the huge audience and panicked a little at the size of the crowd, until she made herself actually look at everyone’s faces. They were all smiling and beaming at her, and she thought of the boys’ oft repeated phrase: “You’re surrounded by family.” She suddenly felt a sense of belonging that was almost unprecedented in her life.

The music ended and the audience’s cheering fell away as Jared looked out at the crowd. “Everyone, say hello to Y/N! Y/N say hello to your SPN family!” There was more clapping and cheering as Y/N waved shyly. It occurred to her then, that she hadn’t told Jared her name, which meant Jensen must have told him about her. At least, enough that Jared agreed to break the usual routine of the last question going to one of the people standing in line. 

Y/N felt a little guilty that she was taking their place, but when she looked at the women standing at the microphones she could see them smiling and clapping along.

Jensen put his arm around her shoulders and she shivered. Raising the microphone, he shot her a mischievous smile before speaking.

“So, Y/N, how was your evening last night? You enjoying yourself?”

Y/N blushed beet red, and just nodded. Jared punched Jensen lightly and took pity on her. “Do you have a question for us?”

She wasn’t prepared at all, having never expected to be in this position, but she gave it a go as both boys lowered their microphone so she could speak into it.

She took a deep breath. “I wasn’t expecting to be up here, so I don’t…I don’t have a question ready, but I’d like to take a moment to say thank you.”

She looked out at the audience. “Some of you were in the photo op line with me when I experienced something really embarrassing. Every one of you were kind about it and supportive, and I greatly appreciate it.”

She looked at Jared. “You promote so much love and support in your AKF campaigns and with all of us fans, and I’m so grateful for that because you encourage us all to be better people.”

Jared put his hand on his heart and looked down at the ground, humbly accepting her gratitude. Then she looked at Jensen and her eyes welled up a little.

“Jensen, you made me feel truly safe and beautiful at a time when I would have sworn that was impossible, and whatever happens in my future, I’ll hold on to that feeling for the rest of my life and keep thanking you, always.”

Jensen leaned down, and for a wild moment she thought he might kiss her right on stage, but he just kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. But his voice was low and seductive in her ear.

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart, and thank you for yesterday, and hopefully, for later tonight too?”

He pulled back slightly and Y/N blushed at the look of hunger in his eye, but she nodded her head quickly. “God yes.”

His smile was wide as he squeezed her hand and helped her hop down from the chair, waving as she left the stage with Jared and tossing her a wink that made her right knee wobble slightly, so that Jared had to steady her.

He chuckled as he helped her down the stairs and then gave her a bear hug at the bottom. He whispered in Y/N’s ear as the band played loudly and Jensen sang joyfully with Rob.

“So you’re the one my boy wouldn’t shut up about last night. I know him pretty well, so I feel completely confident that I’ll see you again soon.” He shot her a grin and squeezed her shoulders.

Y/N moved off to the side, not bothering to go back to her seat, just looking up at the stage and knowing in heart of hearts that this weekend had changed her whole life.

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[demonpiratehuntress]

How would Ace react if his girlfriend, who he is so attached to, doesn't want any physical contact because it is so terribly warm in the middle of summer. But in the winter y/n clings to him all the time because it's so cold and he's practically a walking heater. [Hope you like the idea😄]

this is cute! hope you like the answer :) sorry it took so long!

touch

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - none

Ace hates the warmer months. He swears summer and spring are his worst enemies, solely because they deprive him of the one thing he needs and wants the most. Your touch. He becomes a pouty baby during these seasons, because your need for his warmth decreases and your desire to hold him grows less and less because of how hot it already is.

"Aceeee," you groaned, rolling away from the commander in your shared bed. You were too hot, and as much as you loved him...he was making it worse.

He grumbled and tried to pull you back, "No, don't go anywhere."

"It's too hot!" You complained, trying to ease out of his grip.

Ace sighed and let you go, watching you as he opened his eyes. He knew his body heat could be too much for you in the warm months, but he still wished he could pull you close and snuggle you.

"This isn't fair," he whined, rolling onto his back.

You giggled at his childish reaction, "You're the one who ate the devil fruit babe."

"But-but-"

"No buts," you continued teasing. "Now you're too hot."

He grinned slyly, "That's not a bad thing."

Your eyes widened, "Oh my god, Ace!" You laughed and swatted his arm. "You're such an idiot."

"A lonely idiot," he complained, pouting.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, "Big baby."

But it's not just when you're sleeping that he misses your touch. It's also during the day, when he just wants to hug you and hold you, that you can't stand his heat and end up pushing him away.

"I'm sorry babe, but you're overheating my body!"

Cue another pout, "Can I at least hold your hand?"

"Fine."

You took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently to remind him that you didn't want to push him away like this, that you loved his clinginess and his touch but you were just too hot to take it these days. It was a silent reminder that you still loved him, and still wanted to hold him in some way. That made him feel much better.

Now, the colder months are a completely different story.

They might just be Ace's favourite time of the year. It's when he can be truly useful, and also when you cling to him the most. And he absolutely he adores it, because Ace would die for your touch.

You came out of your shared room one morning expecting more heat, but instead a harsh blast of cold greeted you. You shivered, hugging yourself and frowning as you immediately sought out your human heater boyfriend.

"Aww baby are you cold?" The fiery commander smirked, hands on his hips. His eyes were brighter now, mostly because he knew you needed him now.

"S-stop te-teasing," you managed, teeth chattering as the weather only worsened. "Just h-hug me al-already."

"As you wish."

Ace brought you close to him, wrapping his thick arms around you, shielding you from the cold. His body oozed heat, and you immediately relaxed and sighed contentedly as you melted into his embrace. You closed your eyes, leaning more against him as his body temperature helped even out yours.

"Thanks babe."

He smiled and kissed the top of your head. He held you like that for as long as you wanted to be held, or rather for as long as he could get away with before someone called either you or him for something. You followed him around, going wherever he went because you wanted to stay close to your personal source of heat. Ace had no issue with this, in fact he loved that you clung to him like your lifeline.

"It's so cold," you whimpered later that night, when you were both lying in bed. You were shivering, and no amount of clothes or blankets were helping. "I hate this."

"Come here," Ace pulled you against his body, "Just relax, baby." He rubbed soothing circles onto your stomach as he engulfed you in his strong arms, keeping you against his warm chest.

"Mhmm, this is better," you smiled, cuddling up to him more.

Ace couldn't agree more.

Even during off-ship endeavors, you would stick to Ace's side and grip his arm while leaning into him or he would have his arm around you, keeping you tucked into his side safely and warmly. He was always happy to do so, and dropped whatever he was doing whenever you came to him and complained you were cold.

Ace doesn't really believe in god, but he praises whatever divine being created the cold seasons and curses the one that created the warm ones.

[megu-meow]

all the small things - satoru gojo

gojo x fem. reader

Summary: this is my first attempt at a 5+1 thingy. Basically a lot of fluff, small moments from your relationship with Gojo.

Please tell me if this is any good or I should leave this 5+1 thing for the more talented people on this hellsite. 😄

Gojo Satoru loves you. With his whole heart. He's been in love with you for years now. First he noticed the big things. You being his emotional support, someone he could turn to whenever he felt down or exhausted. He could let go of his childish facade and be himself when he was with you. He loved how you didn't care he was the strongest, you loved him just for him. You loved him through good times and bad times, your adoration towards him never fading, no matter how much of an idiot he was. Then he started noticing the small things.

I.

He came home late at night, his first mission as a Jujutsu Sorcerer didn't go as planned. His uniform was ripped apart and covered in curse goo. You were waiting for him in the small living room of your shared home, something you started doing back in high school when you first started dating, but instead of waiting on the couch cuddled up in some soft blanked you thrifted, you would wait in his dorm, usually hunched over his desk doing homework. His lips curved into a tired smile upon seeing you.

Your eyes landed on him and they turned slightly sad upon seeing him and his shredded uniform.

"Are you okay, Satoru?" you asked lowly, opening your arms, inviting him into a hug. He accepted, appreciating how you didn't care about your clothes getting dirty.

"Yeah, just tired, baby. I want to shower and go straight to bed." he said and he slowly walked towards the bathroom. He wanted the day to be over and cuddle up to you in bed so that he could fall asleep with you in his arms. He finished his shower in record time and dressed up into some comfy clothes. You were waiting for him in bed, looking cuddly as ever.

"Goodnight, Kikufuku! I love you." he whispered softly, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Love you too, Satoru. Get some rest, baby!" you answered lovingly, but you could already hear the soft snores leaving your lover's glossy lips.

In the morning, Gojo woke up to the empty bed beside him, making him grunt lowly. He knew you had to leave early in the morning for your own mission, so he didn't really expect otherwise, however, that didn't make it easier to get out of the unusually cold bed. He stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the day, when he noticed his clean and steamed uniform hanging from the door. He stepped closer, analysing the fabric, observing the patched up rips from the day before. His eyes swelled his tears, he knew you had to wake up extra early to make the two-piece set wearable again. At this point, the two of you didn't have a lot of money. You were fresh out of high school, accepting all the missions the Jujutsu higher-ups were throwing your way. Satoru's family had a lot of money indeed, but he refused to accept any financial support from them, trying to distance himself from the pure-blood fanatic members of his clan. A new uniform was not something the two of you could afford at this point. He imagined seeing you hunched up over your sewing machine, trying to make things slightly easier for him and his heart warmed from the love he felt in that moment.

II.

Gojo was stressed. The higher-ups were lecturing him in a 3 hour meeting after Megumi failed to retrieve Sukuna's finger in time, resulting in the reincarnation of the King of Curses in the body of Yuji Itadori. The mission was assigned to Gojo in the first place, but he had more important things to take care of and you were bedridden for a few days from a small accident that occurred during one of your missions that week, so he could ask you to deal with it. That resulted in him assigning the mission to Megumi, believing that he had the capacity to deal with the whole ordeal. Moreover, he believed it was challenging enough to result in the raven-haired boy's spur in growth. It didn't matter how inhumanly strong Gojo Satoru was, at the end of the day he was still human. He made mistakes. One thing he learned from you over the years was that he also had to deal with the consequences of his mistakes.

So he spent the last 36 hours in his office, trying to finish all the paperwork after the mission so that the higher-ups wouldn't scold him anymore. He didn't want to get Yaga in trouble either, so he was determined to do a good job with the boring bureaucracy. His eyes suddenly shot up from the computer screen, sensing your cursed energy from afar. What were you doing at school? You were supposed to be at home, resting.

"Kikufuku, you are not supposed to be at school. You are on bed rest, Shoko was very adamant about it." he said as soon as you stepped into his office, seemingly bearing gifts.

"I know, Satoru, but I was feeling much better today, so I thought I would bring you dinner and some sweet cookies from that bakery you like so much." you said nonchalantly, like it was the most normal, smallest thing to do and you carefully placed the bag you were holding on the top of his desk.

Gojo looked at you with adoration and tiredness in his eyes. He stepped closer to you, putting his blatantly large hands on your hips, pulling you into a loving kiss.

"Thank you, pretty girl, I love you." he kept showering your face with kisses, making you giggle "Are you joining me for dinner?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course, I'm not gonna let you eat all that exquisite food alone." you scoffed and a large smile appeared on his pretty face.

"Are you gonna lecture me for messing up, like everyone else?"

"Of course not, baby! In your job description it says the strongest, not the smartest."

"Heyyy! I'm also the smartest!" he whined like a kid.

"Sure you are, baby!"

III.

"We should invite the kids over for dinner tonight." you said nonchalantly, while making omelette for breakfast. Satoru was standing on the other side of the kitchen, making coffee for the two of you. He looked at you in awe, appreciating the way his t-shirt rode up on you legs, exposing your tights. Your hair was up in a messy bun, glasses sitting on the top of your nose, no makeup on your face. You were as pretty as ever, all naturally. He loved seeing you like this, he could never get used to this sight every weekend, he swore his heart would beat out of his chest at one point and not from the excessive amount of sugar he kept stuffing himself with.

"Why would we invite the kids over for dinner?" he asked curiously.

"Well, you seem to like this group of first years a lot and they seem like good kids, so I thought it would be nice. Ever since Megumi moved into the dorms I haven't seen him a lot and I kinda missed him. Also, they are all away from family, I have a feeling they could really use a home-cooked meal." you explain truthfully.

Satoru swears he's going to drop on his knees to ask you to marry him in that moment, without a care in the world. Being the star of the Gojo clan caused him to grow up faster than other kids. He didn't really have a childhood, all he remembers from his early days was training non-stop, trying to be the best of the best. The one time he had the chance to be a kid was when he met Geto in high school and even that was stripped away from him quickly by the harshness of reality. That's why he wanted to change the Jujutsu world so badly, so that youngsters like Yuta, Yuji or Megumi could have the smallest chance of a joyful childhood. And you joining him on this quest by offering a small moment of normalcy for his students meant more for him than any gift he has ever received.

IV.

"Baby, can you please fix my undercut? I have an important meeting today and my barber was not available last minute." he asked pleadingly as you were sitting on your bed with a book in your hands.

"Of course, Satoru." you said with a warm smile as you got up from bed, walking towards the bathroom. He already placed a chair in there and got the clippers out of the cupboard. He took a seat and reached out for one of your delicate hands, lifting it towards his lips to press a light kiss on your knuckles.

"Thank you, Kikufuku!"

You smiled at him, bending down lightly to bump your nose into his, causing him to break out in a grin.

"It's gonna be just like in high school." you said as you put his soft locks into a small bun on the top of his head with an oversized light-pink scrunchie. You laughed at how ridiculous he looked and you took your phone out to take a picture. If you didn't have the clippers in your hand, he would have started tickling you, but he refrained from doing so to avoid any kind of injury.

As you got started the two of you began reminiscing of the last time you cut his hair.

"Do you remember when Shoko and Geto sneaked some cheap sake into campus and Suguru wanted to give you a haircut while he was drunk?"

"Oh, he did give me a haircut that night. That was the last time I allowed anyone besides my barber to touch my hair."

"Yeah, it was truly terrible. That was the first time you had an undercut."

"Even though I had it fixed, I was afraid to show up to class the next morning. I thought you would hate the undercut. I had such a huge crush on you at that point, it was killing me from the inside, but I knew you didn't like me more than a friend. I didn't want my terrible hair to scare you off even more." he admitted.

"Baby!! Of course I had a crush on you too, I thought you were so hot with your new hairstyle."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Though I was slightly offended you didn't ask me to cut your hair after that."

"Well, better late than never, am I right?" he said jokingly as you were doing the last finishing touches.

V.

"Can't sleep, baby?" you turned around lightly, your voice laced with sleep. Satoru was sitting on your shared bed with his back leaning against the headboard, phone in hand, some kind of news article on the screen.

"Yeah, I tried everything, but it seems impossible to fall asleep." he says with a soft huff "You should go back to sleep, Kikufuku. You have a mission tomorrow."

You get up and you turn on the lamp on your bedside table. You get out of bed and walk into the closet, putting on a hoodie that belongs to Gojo. He observes as you leave the room and he wants to follow after you, but you tell him to stay in bed before his feet could touch the ground. You return with a glass of water and some kind of medicine in your hand. You give him the water as you start to explain softly.

"I noticed how you've been having trouble sleeping lately, so I walked to the pharmacy today during lunch and picked up some melatonin drops for you, Satoru. I know you don't like pills, that's why are opted for these. They are strawberry flavoured and you're supposed to put them in a small glass of water half an hour before going to bed." you do exactly as you say, urging him to drink all the water.

Gojo doesn't remember falling asleep that night, but he remembers waking up to you cuddled up to his chest with one goal in his mind for that day.

+1

Nanami eyes the blatantly oversized, custom diamond, tinted to be the same colour as Satoru's cerulean eyes.

"You're sure about this, Gojo?" he asks, he is still surprised by the seriousness the white-haired sorcerer shows in that moment.

"Yes, Nanamin. I don't think I've ever been this sure about something in my life. Ever..."

"How do you know she's the one for you?" the blonde follows up curiously.

"It's the small things man. It's patched-up uniforms, it's emotional support when I do something stupid, it's bringing lunch to my office when I'm stuck in there. It's taking care of my students and inviting them over for dinner. It's last-minute haircuts and strawberry-flavoured melatonin drops. The big things, the bad things don't seem that bad when these small gestures are there to make my life better." he explains and Nanami feels proud of how far Gojo has come.

"Then I hope she says yes, Satoru!"

"Me too, Nanamin. Me too."

[tonberry-yoda]

Hi , tonnberry may i ' ve request for final fantasy 😄 for Claude and Noctis with they married female s/o until they had children. I wonder how the two of them became a father to their children like what kind of activities?whether they can spare their time?, and how will they cope when their teenage son acts like a Brat ?

That's all from me , anyway i'm really like your blog don't forget to tag me in your update please!!!🥹🌹😩

Thank you so much for this , love your dear 😘

Cloud and Noctis as Fathers (f!reader)

notes - AHHH HI! Sorry this took so long, I've just been swamped with a ton of stuff, but I cleared out a bunch of requests and am more than happy to do this one for you! It's funny that I don't get a lot of requests even though my name is literally Tonberry lolol. Thanks for much for the request my dear! I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day <3 tag list - @cerezzzita (I remember you being interested in this one love <3), @kawaistrawberry21

CLOUD

he wasn't expecting to be a father when he was young

like being a father was the last thing on his mind

but after everything chaotic in his life, he finally decided to settle down and found the perfect partner, you!

only then was he fully prepared to become a father

you talked about it a lot and told Cloud that he would be a wonderful father

he thought you would be a wonderful mother, so after a while, you found that you were going to have a child! (or if you prefer to adopt, that would be super cute for the two of you)

at first, raising a child was very difficult

it didn't matter that Cloud had nearly fought god in his lifetime, raising a child had to be one of the most challenging things he ever faced

this also made him a little self concious

he was helping, but saw you doing a lot of the work

^ he would always step in though to help, no hesitation

his favorite thing was teaching his child how to grow into a lovely human

lots of playing and just being a kid, which neither you nor Cloud really had, so it meant a lot to be having that with a child of your own

lots of family adventures and traveling

for the first time in a long time, a smile hasn't left Cloud's face <3

NOCTIS

he would be TERRIFIED

he would be prepped, but terrified

you two talked about having a child, but even after talks, it was still scary

and you were a more natural mother, ready to help the child at any cost and already knew what to do

he just felt like some idiot in the back watching you

lets just say he spoiled you a little more than the baby because he felt bad for everything you had to do

he would still be a fun dad though

and the baby would have all their uncle chocobros to hang around

ignis teaches Noctis how to make food for the baby and through trial and error, he actually makes some pretty damn good food for the lil thing!

but having friends around makes raising the baby more fun, especially because you can trust them when you're too tired some days

Noctis though would love napping with the baby

^ you would walk into the kitchen to tell him that dinner's ready and find him napping with the baby on his chest and you definitely tear up and take TONS of pictures

he would be ecstatic, but he was more of a scared dad at first lol

he knew a baby would come eventually with him being king and all later, but he didn't know it would be such a hard thing

he's just thankful to you and his friends for being patient and helping out <3

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[amiharana]

i come bearing a revalink suggestion,, they’re friends?? rivals?? but Revali’s been trying to rile Link up in a more flirtatious way and it all comes to a head when the champaign’s are out on an expedition with Zelda and oops! someone forgot to bring enough bedrolls for the night, enter: sharing a bed

yk what i mean

HI ANON i'm sorry i took so long to answer 😭 but thank you for the suggestion 👁️👁️ i've written about revalink sharing a hammock, but that was them in an established relationship, so this.... and they were hammockmates (oh my god they were hammockmates)

the premise of my canon-based situationship fic (if i ever get to write it LOL) was going to kinda be like this, a pre-calamity revalink who have decided they are no longer going to be rivals, but not necessarily friends, and then somehow revali catches feelings for link 😄 i just love the idea of revali seeing link and being like "this fucking idiot. i want him so bad." and reluctantly attempting to court him even if he knows that link doesn't understand what he's trying to do. my favorite part of this is that link is completely clueless. he has no idea what the hell is going on but he appreciates that revali is nicer to him :D

(warning: long ass fucking post. but we are so fucking back baby)

imagine revali trying his damndest to work up the courage to go give link a bouquet of swift violets, because (1) he knows it's a hylian courting ritual and link is a pretty simple guy, so he'll probably appreciate flowers, right? (2) revali thinks swift violets are very pretty flowers actually, and (3) they have a functional use in increasing link's speed during a fight when cooked into a meal, and with how often link gets injured in battle, goddess knows he needs the extra boost. imagining revali trying to give the bouquet to link on several occasions, but he always ends up chickening out or he waits too long so the bouquet gets ruined or dies so he has to gather more flowers for a new one, and when he finally gets to actually hand the bouquet to link, he gets nervous and insults link like the dumbass he is 😭 ("being the one with more foresight between the two of us, i predicted you would be in great need of something as simple as these swift violets. perhaps you could stand to learn a meal or two utilizing their innate effects on the field.") and then it turns out link is actually allergic to swift violets KJDHFKJSHDKFJH and revali has to take him to the infirmary in shame

just an endless string of the most cartoonish failures of revali's attempts to court link ☝️😹 because it either ends in disaster or link completely misunderstands the situation, and of course revali gets frustrated that link isn't understanding his advances, what an idiot! and it makes him want link even more! so his advances become more and more obvious until even daruk is like. hey man. please calm down now it's not that serious. and revali is like NO he's so stupid daruk how can he not understand that i am trying to court him!!! how much clearer can i make it? (meanwhile daruk is like 🧍)

but revali's desperate pleads are answered when zelda calls the champions early in the morning into the throne room for a mission 🙇 i'm thinking maybe there have been sightings of a lynel up in the northernmost part of akkala and it seems to be much more powerful that the citadel squadrons can handle, so they've called in the help of the champions. not that i'm actually gonna write about them fighting the lynel though 😹 you know me, i just be creating context and circumstances wherever i go

"they couldn't handle one lynel? revali says, when the princess finishes. "you would think a fortress chock-full of hyrule's greatest soldiers would be able to take at least one down."

"well, i don't see you volunteering," urbosa says crossing her arms, a faint smile on her lips. "would you like to show them how it's done?"

revali shoots her a glare and then tilts his beak up, tossing his braids over his shoulder. "hmph. i normally don't waste my time on something as savage as a lynel, but if it could inspire better archers of the citadel, then i suppose my extraordinary skills may be necessary there." out of the corner of his eye, he glances at link; the little hylian doesn't react at all to his boasting, continuing to stand calmly at attention. it irks something in revali, but he blows air out of his beak and turns his head again. stupid link.

zelda sighs. "well, if we are all settled then, i dismiss you all to begin preparations to leave. we hope to leave just past noon and make it to foothill stable by nightfall."

"that'll be right in between our homes, miphy!" daruk says, placing his hands on his hips and leaning backward to laugh heartily. "ah, we've stayed at the castle so long i almost forgot what the heat of death mountain feels like!"

"i feel similarly, daruk," mipha says, giving a small smile. "i wonder if my father and sidon are doing well..."

zelda bows her head in remorse. "i apologize for keeping you all from home for so long. i did not intend for you to stay this long, either."

"it's alright, little bird," urbosa says, stepping forward to place a hand on zelda's shoulder in reassurance. "it's our duty as champions to serve the land of hyrule and protect it from all evildoing. if staying a little longer is what will ensure this era of peace and prosperity, then so be it; we can be patient." she smiles at the princess, and zelda stares at her with wide eyes for a moment before returning the smile.

"thank you, urbosa, i appreciate your kind words," she says. zelda turns back to the rest of the champions and bows her head slightly again. "i will see you all in a few hours. thank you."

SORRY FOR WRITING OUT THINGS THAT HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PROMPT LMAO. ONCE AGAIN. I JUST LOVE TO SET THE STAGE AND CREATE A CIRCUMSTANCE. i also just miss the lack of champions in totk 🥹 but anyways! zelda & the champions meet at the front of the castle and with some extra personnel (hi impa!) & a battalion, they all set out towards the akkala citadel as the sun hits its peak in the sky.

at this point, you might be thinking, why don't they just travel in the divine beasts since they're bigger and can cover more ground in a shorter period of time? and to that i tell you, 🌸 shut the fuck up 🌸 KJDFHKDFJKH nah but in my head in this point of time, the champions all left their divine beasts in their respective regions because they're all still learning to control them and they would rather not go stomping around on random civilians while traversing hyrule. do you know how insane it would be to be a traveler going through hyrule field to visit the coliseum or something and then all of a sudden, a gigantic stone camel with long ass legs nearly squashes you flat? i would die of a heart attack on the spot.

i also think it's important to romanticize the naturalness of traveling on-foot and it would also be interesting to see how they would accommodate for each champions' needs or habits as they travel together; they have to travel near water so that mipha doesn't dehydrate, revali and daruk leave the main group momentarily every now and then to go burst into the sky or roll down further along the path respectively bc they're sick of walking, etc.

the group reaches foothill stable just after sundown; revali complains that they should have just brute forced it to the citadel since it was just further down the road, but zelda insists that it could be dangerous since ganon's power seems to be growing and they could be ambushed by monsters in the night. as safe as the citadel seems, they shouldn't let down their guard! so revali, not wanting to fight with the literal princess of hyrule, just shuts his beak and trudges along after the rest of the group, the calm warm glow of the stable in the distance growing brighter as they approach. he won't admit it out loud but he's a little weary from travel too 😹

link and zelda board their horses at the stable, and everyone else sets up camp just off to the side of the stable, pitching tents, starting campfires and cooking pots, and passing out bedrolls. but as they unpack and pass out bedrolls, they realize that there's not enough for everyone to sleep comfortably through the night. zelda pays for the rest of the beds in the stable to cover for the rest of the battalion, but it leaves out one soldier who link knows happens to have sleeping problems or something. so he decides to give up his bedroll to the dude; it's not like he needs it as much, he could probably fall asleep straight in the dirt right now if he wanted.

"ah, champion link! i couldn't take this from you—" the man starts, but link just shakes his head and pushes the bedroll into his arms, giving him an insistent look. the soldier accepts the bedroll in defeat, but bows his head. "oh... well thank you, champion, i appreciate it very much!" link nods and turns away before returning to the rest of the champions.

"hello, link— where's your bedroll?" mipha says, noticing the lack of one in his hands. link tilts his head back towards the soldier he had given his bedroll to. "oh, what about you?"

he just shakes his head. "don't need one," link says softly. though he's comfortable speaking with the champions, he's still not used to the way his own voice reverberates against his throat; he hasn't used his voice as much as he should since he took his 'vow of silence'.

"what do you mean you don't need one, little guy?" daruk says, scratching his head. "i might be a goron, but fleshy little hylians like you are made for fluffy beds and—"

but link pays him no mind and strides over to a nearby tree (one that happens to be near the two that revali has set his hammock up at 👁️), drops his stuff on the ground and sits next to it, leaning against the tree with his arms crossed. mipha and daruk both open their mouths to object, but urbosa places a hand on both of their shoulders.

"leave him be," she says, as all of them watch link settle against the tree. "that boy is far too stubborn for his own good. once he has his mind set on something, he won't give up."

"you sure the little guy's gonna be alright?" daruk says, face contorted into an expression of concern. "i know he's tough, but i can't imagine that what he's doing is comfortable at all."

"he'll be fine," urbosa reassures him. she glances to the side, where revali is already keeping an eye on link, sitting at the tree where the farther end of his hammock from the little hylian is tied and tending to his bow. she smirks knowingly; "he's already in good care."

so everyone gets ready for the night; the battalion soldiers are already fast asleep, zelda, urbosa, and impa are sleeping in the stable beds, daruk is rolled up closer to the rockier terrain near the stable, mipha is straight up sleeping in the nearby cephla lake, leaving link and revali to be the only people awake. they're both still sitting against the trees, revali making the final tweaks to the great eagle bow and link polishing the master sword. revali has been stealing glances at link the entire time, watching and waiting for an opportunity (and also working up the courage) to say something. even at the base of death mountain, the cold night wind perseveres and revali catches every single tremor that goes through link's body as he shivers. maybe he could offer to...

"why did you give up your bedroll?" revali says finally. to be honest, he could probably already figure out an answer if he wanted to, but he asks anyway.

link pauses and glances up at him, before returning to polishing. revali's feathers ruffle at the lack of answer and he looks away, beak clenching. while he cared not for link's stance on verbal speech, acknowledging him and not giving an answer was rather unnecessary, wasn't it? especially since link had grown comfortable speaking with the princess and the champions, that should have included revali as well—

"i don't need one," link says suddenly, so softly, revali has to hold his breath, straining to hear the little hylian. link's voice is so quiet, it could be carried away by the night wind and revali is borderline obsessed with it, but the answer he gives is the same one he had given to the other champions. so revali says nothing and stares at link, prompting him to elaborate. "torin needed it more than me."

"torin?" revali questions. he wonders how much of the hyrulean army link knows by name.

"the man i gave my bedroll to," link replies, still wiping at his blade. "excellent fighter, great with a sword. but his chronic pain makes it difficult for him on the field." he sets down the cloth he was using to polish the master sword with and holds it up, appraising the blade. it glints in the moonlight quite elegantly. "giving him my bedroll is the least i can do to aid his comfort."

for a moment, revali is speechless; he had known that link was rather altruistic, always offering to help out even if it was inconvenient to himself. perhaps he shouldn't be surprised at all.

"you didn't have to do that though," revali says. he has stopped tending to his own bow at this point, letting it lay across his lap instead. "isn't it 'first come first serve' with you hylians? you were one of the first to receive a bedroll. you could have kept it to yourself, and i doubt anyone would complain since you're their champion."

link only shakes his head. "he needed it more than me," he insists, still in the same soft voice. "as a captain and a champion, it's my duty to care for my fellow knights. we're only as strong as our weakest member."

"then what about you?" revali says, staring straight at link. "if that's true, you're in no better of a situation than he was in previously."

"i'll survive," link says simply, and then, he yawns. at the same exact moment, another cold night breeze passes by, tousling link's bangs and once more does revali watch, completely entranced by the way link's body shivers in reaction. then, he slides the master sword back in its scabbard before raising his arms to stretch and yawn again. "sleeping on the ground for one night isn't that big of a deal."

and revali sees his chance and it stares right back at him like it's a challenge, like an eye glowing bright gold in the darkness; this is now or never.

"you don't have to sleep on the ground," he says quietly, but he looks down at the bow in his lap when he says it. in the corner of his eye, he sees link's arms pause mid-stretch before he slowly lowers them. he can feel the piercing blue gaze of link's eyes searing right through his cheek feathers and in turn, his heart skips a beat. stupid, stupid link. revali wishes he could despise the effect that a hylian of all people has on him.

"what do you mean?" link says in similar volume.

revali looks up to meet his gaze and swallows at the sight of those terribly beautiful blue eyes sparkling at him in the moonlight. now or never. "you could stay with me," he says softly, before he loses his nerve.

and link's eyes widen. if revali lets his vision blur a little, perhaps he can convince himself into thinking that the pink flush on link's cheeks is just the natural color of hylian skin, or just a trick of the moon's light and the glow of lava oozing down death mountain above them. but nothing can change the fact that he can see the entirety of link's irises, or the slight part in his lips.

"with you? in your...?" link whispers, but in this moment, his voice is the only thing the rito can hear at all. revali gives a single nod. "why?" there's not a single hint of mirth in link's voice, only genuine surprise.

revali looks away. "your heroism makes you foolish enough to give up the supplies necessary for your own survival in order to ensure the survival of others," he murmurs. "look at you, you're shaking in the cold like a loose feather. if you were a rito like i, you wouldn't have this problem."

he hears link snort and glances up at him. link is looking at him fully, a small smile on his face, and perhaps they are far too close to death mountain with the way that heat floods revali's cheeks and makes his limbs melt into the ground.

"and we wouldn't want the princess and the hyrulean army to wake up in the morning finding that their beloved champion froze to death in the night," he continues softly.

"no, i suppose not," link replies, still smiling. but the smile fades in the next moment or two, the pink flush revali had tried to pretend was just the color of his skin returning to link's cheeks much darker than before, as if to goad him. "s-so... how are we going to...?" he trails off, staring at revali with wide blue eyes.

revali blinks, and then swallows. truthfully, he didn't think he would get this far, but there's no backing out now. with his heart grabbing the bones of his ribcage and bashing its head against them, revali stands dusting himself off and hangs the great eagle bow on one of the branches of the tree. then, he turns back to face link, who's still staring at him with wide blue eyes and his pretty pink-flushed face from the ground. he walks towards link until he's standing in front of the little hylian, and then offers a hand.

"well firstly, are you ready for bed?" revali says, attempting to sound irritated, like his own offer is an inconvenience to him. but it's all in vain; his voice comes out too soft, too tender, too fond.

link stares up at him for a couple moments more before nodding, so revali extends his hand a little further out. "hurry up then," he says, voice still so unbearably soft. "i wouldn't do this for anyone else."

so link takes his hand and revali pulls him up in one swift movement. but he pulls too hard, because before he can even register it, suddenly both of link's hands are on his chest, his body pressed up against revali's. instinctively, one of his arms goes to circle link's waist, pushing them closer together, and the rito's ears are full of the sound of link's quiet gasp at the pressure; is he depraved to want to push him closer, to hear it again?

"s-sorry," link whispers, just slightly pushing off of revali's chest. "i didn't mean to—"

"it's fine," revali whispers back. with all his will, he lets his arm fall from link's waist to let him step away, resisting the urge to pull the warm little hylian back into his embrace. hylia above, how could revali ever have offered to share his hammock with such depravities rotting his mind?

revali turns away to walk towards the hammock, desperately trying to ignore the electric pull of the string tying him back to link. he looks over his shoulder back at the little hylian. "come on," revali says, feigning all the coolness, all the suaveness he can muster. the show must go on, after all.

revali slides into the hammock easily, settling into a comfortable position, and then he looks back at link. the little hylian stares down at his body and suddenly he feels self-conscious, his crest feathers ruffling. "are you getting in or would you rather stand there until sunrise?" revali snaps, and then cringes at his own tone.

but link only looks at him with the same wide, blue-eyed gaze sparkling in the moonlight. "yeah," he whispers, "i just..."

"just get in," revali mutters, looking away. "i won't fall out unless you're trying to make me fall out on purpose."

and slowly, so slowly, link grabs the edge of the hammock closer to him with hesitant, gentle fingers. he looks up at revali, who gives him a nod of encouragement, so he continues, reaching over revali's chest to grab the opposite edge of the hammock and begins to climb in. with some fidgeting and struggling, link lies atop revali's chest, their legs somehow tangled together. revali hopes the little hylian can't hear his heart drumming its high-strung song against his ribs.

"you're so warm," link whispers. "i didn't think you'd be."

"how do you think the rito are able to live so close to the hebra mountains?" revali murmurs back. "our feathers are insulative and keep us warm even in the most bitter of winters." he pauses, considering his next words, and then continues. "if you ever return to the village... our artisans are working on a prototype of an outfit to help featherless hylians like yourself brave the frigid temperatures of hebra. they are... using some of my own plumage to make it. if you wanted to truly experience the power of rito feathers yourself, i extend an invitation for you to come visit rito village at your earliest convenience."

"i'd like that a lot," link murmurs in response.

the rito hums in acknowledgement and they both fall silent. another cold wind breezes past and this time, link curls closer around revali's body, sighing quietly. instinctively, the rito raises his wings and drapes them around the little hylian's form in response, pressing him even closer than before. they stay just like this, beginning to drift off to the sounds of nature around them.

"revali?" link says suddenly, pulling revali a little bit out of his drowsy.

"mm?" revali replies. he doesn't try to summon the energy to even pretend to be irritated, only wrapping his wings tighter around link's body.

"thank you," link whispers. "for this. you didn't have to."

revali just hums back, letting the drowsiness pull him under. "go to sleep," he mumbles. "there will be more time for gratitude in the morning."

"okay," link whispers back, and revali feels him snuggle closer. there's a moment of hesitation, and in the next, it dissipates as revali finally falls asleep, feeling link's arms circle his torso, embracing him gently.

in the morning, the champions find them wrapped around each other in the hammock, urbosa being the first. she smirks down at them, a hand on her hip and shaking her head in amusement.

"ah, urbosa, where's link—?" mipha says as she approaches the chieftess. but she spots them right away, snapping her mouth shut and blinking owlishly until it grows in a held-back grin.

"i told you, link is already in good care," urbosa says. she looks past mipha to see daruk and zelda walking over, the latter yawning and tying her hair up. when they see the predicament that revali and link have gotten themselves into, daruk has to hold back a guffaw and zelda just rolls her eyes.

"they took their time, didn't they?" zelda grumbles.

"with all due respect, you should not be the one to talk, princess," mipha says, smiling politely. zelda wrinkles her nose at the zora princess, who giggles behind her hand.

"none of you should be talking at all," comes revali's voice, gravelly and hoarse from sleep. the champions turn back to the hammock, where revali gives them a dirty look with only one eye open. he remains in his position in the hammock, wings still wrapped around link who's asleep on his chest. "speak louder than a summer breeze and i'll show you the true strength of a rito's shot."

"my, my, so aggressive," urbosa muses. "has he made you soft for him already?" revali's glare only intensifies, so she holds up her hands in playful surrender. "alright, i'll leave you two alone. everyone, let's go start making breakfast. we have some time before we need to be at the citadel."

the rest of the champions begin to walk over to the cooking pots they've set up, zelda's head on mipha's shoulder and daruk listing off what his favorite types of rock meals are for breakfast. when they're out of earshot, revali relaxes and lets a breath out through the nares of his beak.

"what'd they mean, 'take our time'?" link suddenly mumbles against revali's chest.

revali blinks in surprise, staring down at the mop of dark gold hair atop him. "nothing you need to concern yourself with," he says, eyes wide. "when did you wake up?"

"been 'wake since 'fore sunrise," link mumbles. "jus' too warm 'n comfy to get up. hope you don't mind."

revali relaxes and sighs. "you're lucky i'm too comfortable to care either," he murmurs. he adjusts the way his wings are wrapped around link's body, and the little hylian hums and snuggles closer. suddenly, revali feels wide awake and he swears his heart could jump right out of his chest right now. "do you plan on remaining shackled to my body for the rest of the morning?"

"if you'll let me," link murmurs in response, and the rito feels like the breath has been stolen from his lungs.

"fine," revali acquiesces, once he feels like he can breathe again. "just this once... you'll have to get up to eat anyway. everyone here knows about your voracious appetite. you're incredibly insatiable for a hylian." it's not like he truly wants link to leave anyway... but link doesn't need to know that part.

link hums. "okay." they're both quiet for a couple moments, until the little hylian speaks again. "thank you again for this, revali. i appreciate it a lot."

revali pauses, his heart skipping several beats now. "good to know you possess enough of a developed brain to not take my gifts for granted," he replies, barely keeping the tremor out of his voice. but the rito's voice softens as he continues. "and... you're welcome. my kindness is not a gift i grant as often as you might think. so treasure it now; you may not be so lucky to receive it so freely again."

"i will," link replies, his voice muffled in revali's feathers. the rito swears he can feel link smiling into his skin. "so thanks again."

revali blows air through his nares of his beak. stupid, stupid link. try as he might to reject and dislike the effect this little hylian has on him, he can't help but crave it more and more. perhaps the bestowal of more of revali's gifts onto link are in order...

[29daffodils]

KP Rewatch : Ep #2

okay, I'm here again. I'm lagging behind a little but I needed comprehension skills for starting this episode because my boys vegas and pete will be introduced.

here goes nothing!

lmao pol just waving while on his phone call, what a chill dude

chan's face says : "you've been a naughty boy big, I'm so disappointed" 😂

MY BABY BOY IS HERE AT LAST!!! IN FOCUS!!!!!

at some point someone complained that vegas ate unwashed ass, but, in his defence, have you seen pete's butt???

ahhh that smile!!! forced or not, it's such a cute smile!

bruhhh porsche is being exploited, this is unpaid labour lmao

my baby tay deserves better than this dickwad, he looks so done with time's bullshit

this whole entire show and no one can match tay's pretty 🪻🌻✨ such a pretty fella 😩

I'm only glad that porsche's dumbassery reduces over the course of the show like jesus christ this boy will get himself killed one of these days

considering how quickly pete unties himself in the safehouse, i wonder how good he is at the underwater training. something to think about. he looks almost over confident here, as if he knows no one can beat him at this.

ahhhh big checking ken's bound hands. my little kenbig crumbs 😄

wow okay pete's out, he really is that quick huhhh

how is pete always blurred in the background? i keep wondering about it. it's almost as if he is shown to have no more importance than a background mob character, it's so weird how they set him up as the goofy idiot (with only little tidbits of info) and then suddenly unveil him in the safe house arc.

khun noo is here everyone!! also this shot is so pretty !!!!

i love how regardless of what they do to him or how they behave, pete defends khun here. he doesn't bad mouth him tbh, he does admit that noo is difficult to handle, but thats about it.

ooooh the look kinn sends him

VEGAS MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW IS HERE AHHHHHH

ohhh pete?? are you looking forward to when vegas is coming..?

love how pete's eyes follow the car while porsche keeps talking nonsense. pete are you seriously looking for vegas???

okay, im convinced. pete adores porsche but he is very much done with his stupidity. he probably wants to smack him over the head in this scene lmao

why did god have to make my boy vegas so gorgeous ughhhhhhh

okay! that's it for ep#2!

i have bigger thoughts that i will share later in separate posts! till then, happy watching!

[fieldofdaisiies]

Could you write HC's about like reader has become a new mom and obviously busy with new born twins so she neglect Azriel for quite few months and Azriel start feeling all jealous that reader loves kids more now so he start acting all baby and clingy 🙈❤.....Reader telling him " you're always going to be my first baby " 😄❤

ooh I love this and here we go again with the twins, hehe❤️

so Azriel does not really want to feel jealous, it is somehow silly they are your babies and Azriel loves nothing and no one more than Madisa and Izak

but he is also slightly frustrated, frustrated that the two of you haven't really spent some proper alone time...and that for months

Azriel does not want to think you love the kids more than him because obviously those two kinds of love are wholly different

but still, there is this feeling in his chest

and it only increases when you are just about to cuddle and Izak starts crying in his room

you obviously rush their immediately

and the moment he is calm again Madisa wakes and only wants to be comforted and held by her mother

and when she is finally calm Azriel has to leave for a meeting with Rhys

he feels silly, kissing you goodbye and then his two babies

once he returns there is still a gloomy smile on his lips, his shoulders hunched

Azriel walks to your shared bedroom, wanting to change into his sleeping attire before he joins you in your children's room, helping you put them to bed

he is more than surprised to find you already in bed, lifting you eyes to him, smiling

he is still frustrated and now a kernel of sadness blooms in his chest, making him feel even more silly

he does not like it when he misses saying good night to his babies

and now he has missed it, but then...you are here, with the babies already sleeping, so that means finally some alone time–time with you

Azriel rushes into the bathroom, changing into his sleeping pants before joining you in the bedroom again

you pat the mattress next to you, already having suspected something "what is up, Az? I think we should talk."

Azriel nods and crawls onto the bed, moving under the blanket

your hands move to his, holding one of his hands in both of yours "what is up?"

Azriel shrugs and meets your gaze "I just feel like we don't really spend time together anymore."

there is so much sadness in his voice, it makes a crack appear in your heart

you squeeze his hand, "but we spend all the time together."

Azriel closes his eyes for a moment "I mean just the two of us."

you giggle softly, watching colour bloom high on his cheeks "are you jealous of our babies."

he shakes his head but the blush staining his cheeks and how he averts his gaze tells you otherwise

you let go off his hands and move over to him, crawling onto his lap, straddling him "there is one thing you need to know." you kiss his nose which makes Azriel chuckle. "you will always be my number one Illyrian baby."

Azriel roars a laugh and squeezes his eyes shut

"you should have said something a little earlier." you curl your arms around his neck and kiss brow, before he leans his forehead against your chin

"you must think I am an idiot."

kissing the top of his head you shake your head "never."

"I feel like an idiot."

you cradle his face in your hands and make him look at you "don't. I missed spending time with just you as well. and I love our babies more than anything in this world but you cannot compare the love I feel for them to the love I feel for you, alright?"

Azriel nods and agrees

his babies and this family are the most important things in this world

Azriel lies back on the bed, bring you with him. and letting you snuggle into his chest

you kiss his soft skin and smile up at him "I love you so much, my big Illyrian baby."

[emitowrites]

Hiya, I'm Emi

I really enjoy writing, and am trying to get better at it by using other people's worlds and characters to play around in

I have an Ao3 account under the name Emito where I will be posting everything I write (fan-fic wise)

I'm neurodivergent and queer, so there's a high chance that any characters I write are going to be a little bit of those too

I'm also a musician and tend to write musician characters, as well as song-inspired fics (pls send me your recs!)

So far, I've written some Spideypool, some Drarry, some Dramione, and I'm currently obsessed with writing Steddie (like, I've never been so prolific in my life)

My current hyper fixations are: Eddie Munson lives, procrastinating from finishing my WIP by writing one-shots, and trying to get better at writing angst and smut 🫣

Send me a message if you have any feedback, songfic ideas, questions, requests, or just to scream into the void with me. Just, please don't be too weird about it 😄

Love, Emi 💚

p.s. follows and likes will come from my primary blog @emmaelt which is all my neurodivergent ramblings

Work masterlist below (all available on my Ao3)

Everywhere, Everything - songfic Steddie, Eddie has time-loop (and other) powers and the gang help him save the day, feat. HOH Steve - 24k words, 13 chapters

You’re just another dude (that’s so true) - songfic Steddie, Dustin tells Eddie that Robin is Steve's girlfriend, but Eddie's been hooking up with Steve. Smut from first chapter - current WIP, 20k so far, 6/7 chapters posted

Bonkers - the first fic I ever wrote! Spideypool, identity porn, kind of actual porn too? - 12k words, 2 chapters

Counting Colours - my first ever songfic! Eight year Dramione, accidentally saving your school bully from dying and then falling in love with him. CW: Suicide ideation and attempt - 11k words, 5 chapters

Dimple - Nightmares, sleeping together, and sleeping together - 6k words, one-shot

I am so fucking into you - Spideypool songfic and also inspired by art. Deadpool thought boxes, identity reveal, and an upside down kiss. - 5k words, one-shot

Ceilings - songfic Steddie, timey-wimey fluff, light smut - 4k words, one-shot

You Rule! - Eddie is responsible for Steve finally getting a tally on the 'You Rule!' side of Robin's board in Scoops Ahoy - 3.6k words, one-shot

Apparent - Steddie fluff goodness. Steve comes out right back to Robin in the Starcourt Mall cubicles, then shares a hospital room with Eddie - 3k words, one-shot

We are so doing that again! - Spideypool, just some plot with some smut - 3k words, one-shot

EdPool - ST x Marvel, Eddie lives because he has DP's powers, feat. DP being Eddie's snarky inner monologue - 2k words, one-shot

Chapter 7.5 Out of the void and into your pants - or, I can hold you, baby - Smutty chapter from Everywhere, Everything - 1k words, one-shot

I am flirting with you, you idiot. - flash fic Drarry where they've both oblivious idiots - 730 words, one-shot

[confusedgoldenflower]

Sk8 crew antics

Kaoru/Cherry: *joining Kojiro, Higa and Renga at a picnic table on the weekend*

Kaoru: hello… what?

The crew, messing with him: where’s the baby?

Kaoru: baby!? There’s no baby! What are you—you did not let Reki and Langa drink too!

Higa/Shadow: *throws his twisted tea back*

Kojiro/Joe: haha, no, no drinking, just-just, haha, the baby. You know, the baby.

Renga: lmaoooo yeah, the BABY!

Kojiro: your personality, the baby.

Kaoru: My WHAT!?

Langa: Miya

Kaoru: MIYA!? He’s the baby!?—No, my personality is not a child! What are you talking about!?

Kojiro: *laughing too hard now*

Higa, doing his best: y’know, because the punk’s always with you now. You didn’t bring him with you this time

Kaoru: I’ve never brought him! He can transport himself! We are NOT constantly together! He is certainly NOT my personality. That’s ridiculous!

Reki and Higa: * falling off the seat in laughter*

Langa: you’re always checking on him and helping him with homework and supplies

Kaoru: … I help you idiots too! Does that mean—

Kaoru: do NOT say an entire other person is MY personality, that’s-that’s so dumb! If anything, Carla is my personality!

Crew: *collapses into the grass*

Miya, arriving: what did I miss? What’s so funny?

Kaoru: *sitting there like 😡😡😡*

Carla: why thank you, Master 😄

Sorta more for my one fic bc they bond by going through the same intense trauma. But I realllly like the idea that Miya bonds with MatchaBlossom as SURROGATE parents. It’s just cute and makes my heart happy, he deserves all the love. Hopefully maybe we’ll get more Miya and parents in S2.

[carnelian-pimpernel]

I'm binge watching the west wing and I can't keep bothering my mom with my thoughts so I'm keeping them safe here.

(it's mostly just my reactions to certain quotes)

(ik some things before I should bc my mom showed me like ten minutes of a season 6 ep before just telling me to start from the beginning)

I wasn't expecting them to pull the MS card this quickly. Sobbing crying throwing up

Oh my god THE HOTEL DOOR

The bit about how Donna has to open Josh's hotel door for him transitioning into her seeing him do it on his own WHEN THEY'RE ESTRANGED

The DRAMA

THE JACKAL 😂😂😂

NOT ZOE KISSING CHARLIE IN THE BULLPEN

Wait. Why does CJ end up as the chief of staff

WHAT HAPPENS TO LEO

Let Bartlett Be Bartlett

Fucking. King SHIT.

I love Josh so much

Josh and Charlie make my soul happy

Joey Lucas can bite me

"I'm not sleeping with Al Keefer anymore" GIRL OH MY GOD. JUST OUT THERE IN PUBLIC ?!?!

"are you mad I went on a date or are you mad it was with someone from the same division as the Yankees"

"...honest to God I'm not sure"

COMEDY

ZOE'S AGENT IS LOOKING NERVOUS WHATS GOING DOWN

I love the president trolling CJ so much

Josh falling out of seat .5 seconds after Charlie calls him one of the smartest people in the world? *Chef's kiss*

The president's secretary is my favorite character

IS ZOE ABOUT TO GET SHOT BY A NAZI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

WHERE IS JOSH

NOT MY BABY NOOOOOO

The president, josh, oh my god

Love that this flashback just, COMES UP with a sudden random ex-fiance for Sam

Josh laying there dying

The Outro: 😄😃🎺🎶😁

Sam quit his high paying job bc JOSH SMILED AT HIM I AM. GOING. TO. CRY.

I don't like Danny rn and I am PREEMPTIVELY upset that she doesn't get to stay with Mark Harmon's character.

Like dude. SHE JUST GOT SHOT AT. SHE HAS A CONCUSSION. maybe cut her a little slack?!?!

CJ falling into the pool I am screaming 😂😂😂

CJ is a better person than me bc idk if I could go from 500k a year to 600/week

They were aiming for Charlie?!?!!

SAM SAVED HER LIFE OH MY GOD

Two of you shooting two guns and you couldn't hit one guy???? Were you firing blindfolded????

Y'all's aim fuckin SUCKS

Love that Donna got her job by just. Showing up and starting

"I may have been overstating a little" MOOD

He gave her his lanyard 😭🥹😭🥹

SAM SAVED CJ'S LIFE OH MY GOD

I am sobbing

"why not I saved your life?" askehdjidbdidbdjdhisi

Toby thinking it was his fault and Secret Service Ron reassuring him I'm 😭😭😭

"your husband is a real son of a bitch Mrs. Bartlet" lmfaooooo

Why is this show so good at EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTERS

The scene where Josh wakes up in the hospital 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Jed patting his head :(((

Love that this show was like HEY. when people get shot at, there are PSYCHOLOGICAL CONSEQUENCES.

GO JOSIAH GO !!!! WHAT A KING!!!! INCREDIBLE

CJ bought Josh pajamas 🥹🥹🥹

I really hope this Ainsley chick puts her shitty misogynist boss in his place

Even if it would most likely involve embarrassing Sam

"Please, Please, God let them not be watching"

"Toby come quick, Sam's getting his ass beat by a girl"

LMFAO

I just saw a minor spoiler. Does Josh die?!?! If Josh dies I will murder someone

HER FULL NAME IS DONNATELLA?!? incredible

Cj being punished for making fun of Notre Dame is so good

Josh is JEALOUS and he's being a DICK about it

The Reverend is an.... interesting character

Mrs. Landingham ROASTING the president, I love

🥹😭😭🥹🥹😭🥹 the president giving Charlie his heirloom kniiiiife

These two idiots are about to light a fire in a decorative fireplace aren't they

LMFAO forgetting the president in a seating chart. Classic

These idiots lit a fire in a decorative fireplace

LEON VANCE ?????

One of these times when they say "they'll know what it means" I really want the person on the other end of the message to be like "??? No?? I don't???"

If Jed and Abbey get divorced I am OUT

"all you ever had to do to make me happy, was come home at the end of the day" *tearing up.jpg*

Welp, that's my thoughts for now. There will be more and that is a threat.

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

(pg 97) You idiot baby boy that is not what you're supposed to do!

paused reading after this so idk how valid my concern for this is, i.e. if this is resolved on like the next page

Both poor babies need help and smothering!

🤣🤣🤣

All I can say is that these two are so good to each other and that I've loved watching their friendship unfold. Is this a good example of how strong their friendship is? .....probably not cause it's still early on, but the last two pages of chapter 13 is one of my favorite interactions between the two (besides the entirety of chapter 20 😌) because that whole scene is the official start of their undying friendship in my eyes🥰

The chapter 13 scene is also where the "I'm sorry almost being stabbed" line featured in the Characters Out of Context tag game comes from and it's even better with the whole context*

(*None of my MCs were actually stabbed in the making of chapter 13.....BUT! I can promise they stop being idiots and become utter dorks when it comes to the other😜)

But yes, Nyla and Xander deserve all the smothering and help and comfort💜 My poor babies are working through their emotions, a thing they've never had time to do/have never done before, and they are not coping well despite their witty one liners but their budding friendship will change that😄

[ayekassh]

I've had a purpose of living the live

When I had you

Now that I don't

I just have goals

That can be easily achieved

Hollow just as me

And I achieved them without any problems

But

They feel meaningless

Life with you, was beautiful

Added a bit of meaning in small things

Now after having everything big and broad

It feels useless

Then i've had nothing but you and I felt fulfilling

Now that I've got Everything and not you and I feel empty

It's been three years today

Since we made love for the first time

On this day three years ago

You've stolen my sweatshirt that I really loved but gave it to you

You still wear it

does it remind you of me or not ?

We've seen my name is Khan

The mandira between us has died this year

Which we told each other not to kill since we started talking

We were laughing and crying

After talking about Evey small things that didn't matter but it did in our small little talks

We've had our goshthis

For the first time

Our pillow talks our goshthis

You've seen me sleeping like a baby while you were getting ready for work and I was still tired and restless

Then too we've had morning talks while I've kept my head in your lap and you run your hands in my hairs

Idk where my bb went

I miss her

So much !

I hope she doesn't

Because I know how much It hurts

And I don't want to see you hurting

I miss you

but I can't admit it to you

It's worthless to you I guess because all you're gonna reply is 😄😄😄 is it just a mockery of my idiotic deeds

That I may call love ?

Wtf 😄😄😄 supposed to mean

What does even this supposed to mean

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Only the Strong Survive Chapter 2

Series Summary: Lexie Weston is in a terrible, abusive marriage. In her mind and soul, she feels like she has no way out that won't result in her death. But something changes in her life to make her take the risk. Can she rely on Sheriff Beau Arlen to protect her like he said he would, or will this risk lead to ruin?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N (eventual)

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut, Angst, Fluff throughout. A pretty slow burn, TW: Abusive marriage, Domestic abuse will be talked about throughout. Chapter warnings will be more specific

Word Count: 2,768

Chapter Summary: Lexie learns news that makes it imperative that she call the Sheriff and finally seek safety.

Chapter Warnings: TW: Domestic abuse mentioned, fear and anxiety due to abuse talked about throughout the chapter. Angst, sadness, abusive and demeaning language and behavior. Also Beau being the best and sweetest. That's definitely a warning!

A/N: So this will be my first Beau series. I already have 8,000 series on the go, so I thought, of course, that I had to make 8001. 😄 But this idea's been sitting in my head for a while so here it is. 😁 I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know if you do. Feedback is EVERYTHING to a writer, and I'd sure love to read what you thought.

Hope you enjoy Ch. 2!

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Breathe, you idiot, breathe!

Lexi Weston took her own good advice, and sucked in a deep breath. And then another...

...and another...

...until she lost the dizzy feeling that had begun when she looked at the stick in her hands.

The little pink plus sign had been revealed after a 3 minute wait, tearing away the last of the denial she'd been living in for the past three days. Three days ago, she’d realized she was late, and the only other time she’d been late was two years ago - the last time the stick had turned pink.

When she realized she was late again, the fear had set in, and she’d spent three days denying it, telling herself it was just because she was getting older; she was thirty six, after all, it wouldn’t be impossible for her periods to start getting a bit irregular as she aged. So, she’d pushed the fear out of the way, sure that any day now, her period would start and she could breathe a sigh of relief.

But as the days wore on and there was no sign of her period, she began to do the math and realized that the timing lined up perfectly. It exactly matched the only time in the last six or seven months that Simon had come home, late as always, but for once, not too drunk to fumble at her in the dark, climbing on top of her, thrusting pathetically and coming in record time. Not that she ever complained about his speed. The faster he was done, the better.

Staring at the stick now, she could no longer deny that his drunken orgasm that night had resulted in a baby. She clutched the stick tightly, not sure what her next move should be. 

Burn the stick, fool! Don’t let him see it! Her mind chanted at her.

The thought jolted her body into action and she ran to the woodstove in the kitchen. It burned all the time now, since the electricity had been cut off. Simon claimed he’d done it on purpose because he didn’t want to give his money away to government and corporate people who just wanted to control them. But Lexi knew he just never paid the bill.

So, the woodstove was how she cooked them dinner, and all they had to heat up the tiny cabin. She started to stoke the fire, ready to toss in the evidence, but then she paused.

Right now Simon was outside, ostensibly fishing for their dinner in the nearby stream, but she knew he was just drinking and would very likely come home with nothing. Her fear was that burning plastic often gave off a strange smell, and she didn’t want to take the risk of him coming in just as she was burning it, asking about the smell.

So, instead, she ran quickly to their tiny bedroom in the small, three room cabin where they lived. Her husband had built the thing himself, or so he’d told her. But she highly suspected that “building it himself” meant he and his buddies got drunk and played with power tools.

The cabin wasn’t insulated at all and quite often the wind whistled in through the chinks in the walls. The walls also weren’t straight and two of the “windows” were just cut out holes with tarps covering them. The floor was just sheets of plywood that Simon constantly said he’d finish, but never did.

Before they were married in Missouri, he’d told her that his parents had left him a plot of land in Montana and that he’d built a “homey and beautiful” cabin on it. So when they’d come to live here, leaving behind her few friends and what little family she had left, she’d been expecting to start a whole new, exciting life with her industrious husband. He'd told her he was a carpenter and made a decent living in the trade.

That had been one of his first lies. A lie which she’d begun to suspect when she saw the cabin for the first time; she’d been shocked at the shabby, unfinished appearance of her new home.  That was back, early in their relationship, when he still had the power to shock her, but nowadays nothing he did surprised her. Every harsh word, every lie, every bruising smack with the back of his hand, was expected.

She also knew just what would happen if she told him she was pregnant - exactly what had happened last time, which was why she couldn’t tell him. And why she needed to hide the pregnancy test away until she figured out what to do.

There was a small square of plywood in the corner of their bedroom floor, separated from the rest, a piece that had obviously been shoved in place to fill a hole, but it had never been nailed down, so Lexi could lift it up and hide things inside. 

What she chose to hide was an old shoe box with keepsakes she’d collected, things she couldn’t bear to toss into the woodstove, but that she also never wanted Simon to find.

These keepsakes included a ticket stub from a movie she’d snuck into town to see one weekend when Simon went away fishing with his buddies; a pressed flower she’d bought herself one time at the grocery store; a sonogram, and now a white stick with a pink plus sign.

As she set the stick inside she noticed the white business card with black lettering that she’d stuck inside the box about six weeks ago, and as though a puzzle piece suddenly slid into place, she knew exactly what to do.

But she didn’t know if she could actually go through with it. The idea of doing it made her heart beat out of her chest and made her feel like she was going to be sick.

Looking at the card, the Sheriff’s incredibly handsome face swam into her mind’s eye once again, as it had quite often since the day he’d offered her his help. This time though, his deep voice and the words he’d used to try and persuade her, came too.

“I’ll keep you safe, Lexi, I swear.”

Could he really? Was it possible?

It didn’t feel like it was. Simon had told her repeatedly that if she ever tried to leave him, he’d kill her and she knew it wasn’t hyperbole, he wasn’t exaggerating. If she stood up, he’d knock her back down, if she wounded his pride and made him look like a fool by walking out on him, he’d end her.

But this wasn’t just about her anymore. She looked down at the Sheriff’s card, and put her hand over her still flat, somewhat emaciated stomach. She couldn’t let him do it again.

***

Her chance to call the Sheriff came much sooner than she’d expected. Just two days later, Simon was up early, which was incredibly rare and usually meant he’d found a cash job for the day.

As she set his coffee in front of him, Lexi felt her stomach clench in anticipation.

“So, do you have a job this morning?” she asked.

Simon barely looked up from his phone. “No, I’m awake at seven in the morning for my fucking health.”

She nodded. “What’s the job?”

That made him look at her finally, disgust radiating from him. “Why are you fucking nagging at me?”

“Sorry.” Lexi said quickly. “I didn’t mean to nag. I was just curious.”

Frowning, Simon went back to scrolling his phone. “Yeah, well you know what curiosity did to the cat, so save your questions.”

Lexi was quiet another ten minutes, only speaking again as Simon stood to get his coat. “Are you working with Dixon?”

“Yep” was his only response.

“So, when do you think you’ll be home?”

He turned back to her and yanked her forward with a death grip on her upper arm. “Why are you asking me all these questions?” He was immediately suspicious, but Lexi had known that would be his likely reaction, so she was prepared.

“I’m sorry, I was just trying to surprise you. I wanted to make some chicken and dumplings for you this evening, I know it's your favorite and you're up so early and working so hard for us, so I wanted to do something nice for you. And I was was just wondering what time to start it."

Simon’s frown eased and he let go of her arm. “Well, I never know when I’m working with Dixon do I? Cause I don’t know the job till I get there. So, I can’t very well tell you what time I’m off, when I don’t know yet myself. Can I?”

Lexi just shook her head.

He gave her a patronizing smile and a pat on the cheek. “We know you aren’t what they’d call bright, but for god’s sake, use a little common sense. Save me answering these stupid fucking questions and making me late.”

With that he sailed out the door, and a few minutes later she heard his truck start up and pull out of the gravel drive. She waited a full thirty minutes to make sure he wasn’t gonna circle back to grab something he forgot, before running to the box and pulling out the Sheriff’s card.

She sat on her knees on the floor in the corner for another twenty minutes, knowing that if she did this there would be no going back. Simon checked her little burner phone every night, and he knew exactly how many minutes she had left on her prepaid phone card, and if there were minutes unaccounted for, he’d demand an explanation. She’d learned the hard way to ask for permission before making calls.

She was beyond terrified, but she knew she had to try. She couldn’t let him do it again.

***

"Okay, so we're agreed then, it's Legends of the Fall  tonight?" Jenny asked, as Beau ambled back into his office, apparently having decided with Cassie, what their movie was going to be for this Friday night.

"Uh, excuse me, you guys have picked the movie the last two times by ganging up and ‘out-voting’ me, which means that the last two weeks I’ve had to sit through two Brad Pitt movies, I am NOT sitting through a third!”

Jenny scoffed. “The movies were Fight Club and Snatch, and you loved both of them, don’t deny it.”

Beau opened his mouth to do just that, but then crossed his arms over his chest, legs in a wide stance. “Fine, those ones were….good.” Catching the girls’ expressions, he conceded. “Okay! They were great. But, I know Legends of the Fall is some kind of epic, frilly lace, historical romance movie.”

Cassie chuckled. “Hey, the whole thing is set in Montana, it’s practically required viewing for folks around here!”

Jenny snorted. “Yeah, even though a bunch of it was filmed in Canada.”

Cassie continued, attempting to cajole Beau into capitulation. “Seriously though, it’s got war and cowboys, and pretty ladies.” She patted him on the arm as she grabbed up her jacket to go. “Boys can like it too.”

Beau shot her an unimpressed look as his phone buzzed on his desk. He held up a finger as he picked it up. “This conversation isn’t over.”

He pressed the green answer button. “Arlen.”

There was no answer on the other end, only a buzzing, static noise with the occasional soft breath.

“Hello?” He tried again, but the line went almost immediately dead.

He pulled the phone away to see if it gave a number, but it was an unknown caller. He frowned and shrugged. Probably a wrong number.

He was about to start back in on the movie choice, when the phone buzzed again. He looked at the caller ID this time, but it was once again an unknown caller.

He answered the phone and gave his full name and title this time, thinking that maybe his brusque way of answering the last time had confused the caller.

“Hello, this is Sheriff Beau Arlen. What can I do for you?”

But again there was only silence, except the buzzing of a bad connection, and soft breathing, breathing that sounded more rapid this time, and a bit louder.

“Hello? Who’s calling?” He asked, but there was no response. By this time, both Cassie and Jenny were watching him on the phone, with interest.

Beau pulled the phone away from his ear again, to make sure there was still a connection, but the call had not dropped.

“Hello?” He said again, a bit louder.  This time, he heard a faint, tinny voice, but he’d missed what they said.

“I’m sorry, say again?”

“Help.”

That one word, when he finally heard it, made his heart leap. It was so small, but so very desperate and full of terror.

“Please, help.”

He stood up straight, completely focused. “Okay, I can help you. Who is this?” As he asked the question, though, something told him he already knew who it was.

“Le-Lexi Weston.”

He closed his eyes, relieved that she’d finally reached out, but then immediately scared for her. “Okay, Lexi, of course I’ll help you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cassie and Jenny start calling in the officers and deputies that were in the station. They both knew how much he’d worried about Lexi Weston over the last six weeks since he’d met her, so they knew if she was calling now, they were likely to need all hands on deck.

“What do you need, Lexi? Are you hurt?” He asked, afraid to hear the answer.

“No. No, I’m…I’m okay.”

Her voice was so quiet. “Is he there, darlin’? Can he hear you?”

“No, he’s gone. But I don’t know for how long. He’s working with his friend, and sometimes they’re gone a few hours and sometimes it’s not even a whole hour. And he…he left almost an hour ago now. So, please come quickly.”

Beau was nodding and gave a signal for everyone to move out. Going with him were, the girls, Poppernak, and four other deputies. He hoped it would be enough to get Lexi safely out of the house.

“You at home now, Lexi?” He confirmed.

“Yes. Do you know our address?”

He nodded. “Yep, got it from the file.”

He left out the fact that he’d also tried to casually drive by the place a couple times. What he was looking for he didn’t know. The house was set far enough back from the road that he hadn’t been able to really see anything. But he’d just been very worried about the terrified woman he’d met so briefly, and he was hoping for some kind of reassurance that she was still alright.

He hadn’t received any such reassurance from his two stealthy drive-bys.

But now they were on the way to get her free of that asshole she was married to.

“Okay,” Lexi said now, “Just be careful when you come. He might be....I mean, if he's back by then…he’s…he’s got guns.”

Beau chuckled darkly as he jumped in his big red truck and started it up with a roar from the engine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ve got guns too. And we’re coming right now.”

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Okay, not exaggerating, this might be one of my favourite one shots EVER!! 😍😍😍😍

I was pissing myself laughing at every part of it. It's SO funny, and SO real and perfect!! Add to that a love scene that is hot and fluffy AF, and you just have an absolutely incredible fic!! I will be rereading this one over and over again, I promise you that!!

Spoilers and much gushing and cackling below:

Living with two boys can grow exhausting, honestly, so Y/N has decided to spend her alone time doing a bunch of girly shit she can’t do with Tweedledee and Tweedledum around – at least not without enduring some judgmental looks.

*snicker* I can just imagine! 😜

Regardless, the mention of some self-love reminds her of her third to-do item on her list: sex. Well, technically masturbating to Ryan Gosling’s pictures. Maybe even Andrew Garfield, Sebastian Stan, that hot dude Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy… Leo in his prime. Brad Pitt – young and old. Seth Rogen… Whoa! Don’t judge, okay? It’s not all about looks. She loves when a guy can make her laugh, and his laugh is so sweet, deep, and… bear-y, alright?

OMG!!! I am absolutely cackling over this!! Seth Rogen is a no for me, but I get the whole, funny = devastatingly attractive thing. Cause Andy Sandberg isn't the MOST traditionally handsome guy, but that guy could have me in a second!! Ditto Seth Meyers, Jon Stewart, and Craig Ferguson. Craig's gorgeous Scottish accent doesn't hurt either!

Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him.

Same girl. Same. 🫠🫠

Having the girls constantly locked up in bra prison is no way to go through life.

Bra prison?!!

“Fuck no! I don’t wanna watch a movie about dirt,” the older brother whines, his plump lips shaping into a pout.

Seriously I'm going to bust a rib reading this fic!! 😆😆😆

“Yes, you’re obviously the golden standard for healthy relationships,” Sam mutters sarcastically and rolls his eyes back.

Omg!! The boys banter in this scene is killing me!! I just want to squeeze them!! 😁

With that, the youngest Winchester closes the door behind him, leaving Dean to ruminate in his convoluted misery.

Oh no!! That was the door she heard slam - ah, sweetie, there's one Winchester left behind!! 😬😬

*Waits in delicious anticipation of the naked encounter!*

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…,” Y/N’s panicked voice chimes in his ears as both of them awkwardly avert their gazes in different directions to the ceiling and avoid eye contact at all costs while still clinging tightly onto each other, aware that if one of them moves, it’s game over and they’d see each other in their full glory.

Bahahahahahaha!!!! This was just as perfect as I knew it would be. 😆😆😆 These two poor, awkward babies! 😆

Judging by the precise feeling that’s poking him, she must be somewhat cold.

Yes... it's the cold...and not your body crushed up against hers. This idiot! 😄😍

“Y/N, please… All that angry shaking isn’t helping, sweetheart.”

“Again – I’m so, so sorry,” he apologizes once more, although he’s sure he can’t do it often enough. His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.

I literally choked on saliva reading this!! 🤣🤣🤣

What the hell is he fucking doing? There’s only one rule in the bunker: don’t sexually harass Y/N.

"Don't sexually harass Y/N." 😆😆😆 Love him reminding himself of this VERY simple rule. 🤣🤣 Poor baby! Just breaking all the rules!!

Dean’s hands then begin to travel, his confidence growing as Y/N’s fingers tug slightly on the short strands of hair in the nape of his neck, trying to draw him closer. One large hand cups her neck, the other one smoothing down her spine and pressing into the small of her back. He pushes her closer, deepens the kiss, and both of them moan needily while their tongues dance with each other.

She confirms it with a nod, and Dean adjusts his grip on her body, grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning. The huntress squeals and giggles in his arms as he kicks the door open to his bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress. She lets herself fall back and stretches out on the bed, her shoulder blades indenting the memory foam, and he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.

This entire passage is the cutest, sweetest, sexiest thing EVER! That last sentence just made me swoon!! 😍🫠😍🫠😍🫠

“God, you feel like heaven,” she whimpers and wraps her arms around his neck.

Amen!! 🥵🥵🥵

“Wha-!” Y/N jolts up from the bed at the unexpected intrusion, her elbow hitting Dean straight in the face as he rises behind her. The force of the blow knocks him out of bed, the hunter tumbling to the cold ground.

Of course it does!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Oh God, what have I done…,” Sam groans with a thick swallow.

You've done the Lord's work, Sammy!! 😁

Seriously Wayne - this was absoute GOLD!! Thank you so much for giving me so much entertainment and amusement!!

Perfection, my friend - perfection!!

Love On The Brain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean and Y/N – hunting partners, bunker roommates & idiots in love. Sam is fed up with their constant “will they/won’t they” bullshit and decides to move things along with his own plan until these two fated lovers’ paths finally cross one night – naked.

Warnings: +18, smut (mentions of masturbation f & m, oral f, fingering, p in v), crack of the adorkable kind, nudity, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: Happy V-Day, babes! 💖 The V stands for… Welp, you know me well enough by now to know where I’m going with this 😝 This is a lot of moronic crack mixed with some sweet smut and fluff. We all know how much I love the “idiots in love” trope, and I fully dove into this one. So, grab your glass of favorite liquor & let’s settle in, shall we? ❤️😘 Written for a request by @imagine-all-the-fandoms after making some adjustments. Found Rihanna’s Love on the Brain fitting for this one, so that’s what we went with as a general mood. Hope you enjoy, m’ladies! 🖤

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

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Freedom! Thank fucking God…

Y/N exhales a blissful sigh as she saunters to the Dean Cave with a bag of still-hot microwave popcorn in her arms. The Winchester brothers have decided on a little overnight road trip to the next, bigger town over to see a movie – and for some brotherly bonding or whatever – which means Y/N can finally enjoy some goddamn alone time in the bunker. Not that she doesn’t love Sam and Dean to bits and pieces, especially the latter one. They are like family to her, the only one she’s ever truly known, but even family can grow exhausting sometimes.

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