#my brain is on auto-pilot most of the time

[01may1994]

fairly certain I was dissociating for most of Wednesday and Thursday

[bereft-of-frogs]

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[magical-regical]

Night Blooming Flowers

A Leona Kingscholar x f!yuu fic

Word count: 1273

(ok I know I usually do gn!yuu but this one's for me especially, capiche?)

The incident at Styx didn't leave many people unscathed and even though the majority of those involved made a full recovery, a certain prefect wasn't so lucky.

She didn't realize it until it was over. She just saw Grim being flung off of Ortho's shoulder and Vil trying desperately to grab him while also holding on to Idia. Her body moved before her mind and she barely had time to shout at Rook to keep her afloat before her body was free-falling through the air, one arm outstretched to grab the direbeast's paw.

She remembered holding Grim against her chest and the sudden change in momentum knocking the wind out of her chest. She remembered solid ground beneath her feet, people talking, getting on to a plane, and the sound of someone wailing until they touched down in the NRC sports field. It wasn't until Deuce shouted,

"Yuu, your face!"

that got her body out of auto-pilot. She moved to lift her right arm to touch her face when she realized she'd lost all feeling in said arm.

There was nothing to be done. Lilia surmised that because she had absolutely zero magic in her there wasn't anything stopping the underworld from directly draining the life from her cells and no room for magic to restore it either.

Now she's lying there in her room for the n-th sleepless night, her entire right forearm replaced by a styx-made prosthetic. The amputation procedure was unbelievably quick and painless and the top-of-the-line prosthetic that responded to her brain's signals just as well as her real arm would made the rehabilitation period practically negligible. No, that wasn't the problem. The problem was on her head, literally. The underworld had killed off some of the cells in her face and hair. The doctors were able to prevent the cells from going necrotic but you could still tell where they were from the white tips of hair and patches of skin on her face.

After tossing and turning for who knows how long she gave up and got out of bed. Not wanting to wake Grim who was snoring peacefully on his side of the bed, she left the room, closing the door as quietly as possible.

She walked with no particular destination until she reached the botanical gardens, which had been perfectly restored in record time thanks to the diligent efforts of the Shrouds. She was making her way through the temperate zone of the garden towards the subtropical zone where most of the night-blooming flowers grew when she stepped on a strange branch.

"I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose."

She jumped like a cat seeing a cucumber. Leona's tail retreated towards him as he sat up, letting out a yawn,

"What are you even doing here at this hour?"

"I could ask you the same question."

Leona growled, "I was sleeping, obviously. Until I was so rudely woken up."

"Well pardon me your highness." She said while rolling her eyes, "Please forgive this peasant's transgression and go back to your peaceful slumber."

She turned to walk away when Leona called out to them. When she turned around the lion was on his feet, his face a mixture of annoyance and something else she couldn't make out in the dark.

"You never answered my question."

"I couldn't sleep." she sighed, "and there are flowers in here that only bloom at night."

She tried not to stare as Leona approached her. Bathed in the moonlight like this, she was reminded that the lazy lion she has a crush on was actually a prince. A part of her wanted to run away but her feet stayed rooted in place, all she could do was try not to make eye contact until he was stood right in front of her.

She didn't see the way his eyes drifted to her forearm nor the pained expression that clouded his face for a split second.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No. It did the first few days but not anymore. It's like I never lost it really. These on the other hand..." Her hand reached up to touch one of the white patches on her skin.

"I mean they don't hurt but... they look kind of grisly don't they?" She said while letting out a dry chuckle.

A silence fell between the two of them. Neither one really knew what to do. Leona was the first to speak up,

"Ipomoea alba"

She looked up at him in confusion. Leona just kept going as he started to walk, leading her towards the subtropical zone.

"Agave amica, Zaluzianskya ovata, Gardenia jasminoides. You don't even know the names of the flowers you're going to see?" his tone was playful but not mocking.

He explained how most night-blooming flowers are white because they don't 'waste' resources to color their petals instead, their only goal is to reflect the light of the moon.

"Where are you going with this?" she asked.

They stopped in front of one of the blooming gardenia bushes. Leona let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face them again, "Do I have to spell it out for you? You're like those flowers. You didn't waste any of your resources and had one goal, to save that weasel. These marks—" his hand reached out, hovering just above her cheek, "—are just proof that you succeeded."

Every word he said was steeped in his unshakeable confidence. As if the patches on her cheeks couldn't possibly stand for anything else. Maybe it was that confidence that made her grab his hand and press it against her face.

"Thanks, Leona." she muttered, closing her eyes.

"Hey, look at me." He gently tapped a finger against her cheek, making her open her eyes again, "I want to kiss you. May I?"

He could feel her blush through his gloves. She gave him a shy nod but that wasn't enough to satisfy the lion prince,

"No. I need to hear you say it."

Of course he did. She was currently face to face with one of the princes of the Sunset Savannah and if she couldn't hold her ground, she would surely be devoured. So she swallowed her embarrassment and, for the first time that night, looked him straight in the eye,

"You may, Leona Kingscholar."

He smiled, "That's my girl."

Then he closed the gap between them. The kiss was filled with feelings that no longer needed to be spoken out loud. When they broke away Leona kept his forehead pressed against hers, one of his hands tangling itself in her hair.

"I love you." she said, her gaze once again filled with that spark that had the audacity to twist his arm into helping her with her plan lest she made a racket in front of his room for the rest of the year.

He couldn't help but laugh, a deep, warm laugh that echoed through the empty garden.

"Took you long enough." He said, pressing another kiss on to her cheek.

"Stay at Savanaclaw with me tonight?" he mumbled.

"I'd love to but I can't. Grim would freak out if I just disappeared like that."

"Damn weasel..." he growled, burying his head into the crook of her neck. "Fine."

But despite saying that, he didn't let go of her. Instead, he picked her up and took her back to his usual nap spot before getting comfortable on her chest.

"Leona, I said—"

"I heard what you said." He huffed, "You'll be back in Ramshackle before the sun rises, I promise. For now just, stay here with me. Okay?"

She sighed, using her left hand to stroke his ears while the other one rested on the small of his back, "Alright."

A/N

Surprise! You thought you were reading a normal fluffy fic but it is actually! Thinly veiled OC lore! Now you are forced to look at my yuusona!

Pre-book 6 (L) and post-book 6 (R)

Her name's Oyuki McGuffin. She's 18 y/o and would like a nap.

Current concern: Does a potion count as soup?

Ok that's all I wanted to say. Thank you have a nice day.

[xiaq]

i’m constantly so impressed by all the projects you do and how you’re able to juggle work with writing and renovations and etc etc. do you have any tips on how to have like…actual hobbies? i don’t know if my brain is just rotted from my phone but i get home from my tech job and all i do is eat and sleep and watch something. i’m not sure how to be creative or active anymore

(Answering public since I get this question a lot) I’m going to tell you a not-so-secret.

I’m tired. All the time. Sometimes that tiredness hits a breaking point. I have a small breakdown and a big cry. I back off from all but the essentials (work) for a week or two until I no longer feel like I’m held together by duct tape and the softness of my dog’s ears. And then I pick everything else back up. And I keep going until I can’t. And then I do it again.

This is probably not healthy. But it’s also my only option to set myself up for the future I want. I want to have friends so I make myself socialize. I want to have a house that makes me proud and comfortable so I make myself work on projects. I want to be healthy and not develop osteoporosis so I make myself go to the gym. I want to retire early from my tech job and only write books so I make myself write even when I’m exhausted because if I don’t I won’t continue to improve and I won’t continue to publish and then I won’t get to live that dream.

I’m burnt out! But I’m stubborn. And it helps that I actually do enjoy most of the above things, even if my burn-out often makes them feel like chores. I force myself to do so many things outside of work because I only have this life and the things that exhaust me now are setting me up for a less exhausting future.

I don’t know if that’s at all applicable to you. But if you want advice other than “be a stubborn bitch” I guess it’s to set time commitments for yourself rather than productivity commitments.

And by that, I mean that I tell myself I’m going to the gym to work out for thirty minutes and swim for thirty minutes. Whether that’s a hard workout/swim or lifting the dinkiest of weights and doing a dog paddle, is up to me. But I have to spend that hour at the gym. Typically, once I’ve started something, my brain wants to Do The Thing Good, and auto-pilot kicks in. Same with writing. I say I’m going to write for an hour. That means opening the doc and getting down words. Or editing. Or staring at the open doc and listening to my music and daydreaming. But I have to sit there for that hour with that open doc. And typically that hour turns into more than an hour once I’m started.

Anyway. No idea if this is helpful but mostly I’d like to convey resigned solidarity! This is what the world has done to us and it sucks.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 21

part 1 | part 20 | ao3

“Right?” Steve asks, scratching his head as he glances back at the door. 

“No, I meant you, dingus! What the fuck was that with you?” 

Steve feels his face go hot. “What? What do you mean?” 

She throws her hands in the air, stomping over so she can get in his face and say, “Don’t ‘what do you mean’ me. Your faces” —she lifts her hands like she’s about to applaud, palms hovering an inch apart— “were like thiiis close to just…”

She claps them together, and Steve feels the blood drain right back out of his face, dread pooling in his gut as she twists her palms this way and that, like two people tilting their heads to kiss deeper. Oh, god. Oh, god. Were they—? 

“Mwah,” Robin says helpfully, mashing her hands more tightly together. “Mwah mwah mwah mwah—”  

Steve grabs her by the wrist. “Dude. Stop.” 

She drops her hands and stares at him — one of those Detective Buckley looks, combing over every inch of his soul for missed clues — and then her mouth does some horribly self-satisfied thing that he hates. “If I didn’t know any better,” she draws, “I’d say someone has a crush.” 

I’d say someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a crush someone has a

Steve’s gonna pass out. The words feel like bile in his brain, acidic and sharp; like puking right after chugging a glass of orange juice. It’s not like he’s— 

Look, he knows that he’s— but—

The bell dings. Thank fucking Christ. A big family group, three generations of people talking and laughing and fussing over a baby in a stroller and carrying leftovers from the Italian place down the strip. 

Steve sags in relief. 

Robin hisses in his ear, “We are so not done talking about this.”

—

He doesn’t want to talk about it.

About Eddie, about the word Robin lobbed at him like a lit bottle rocket, about any of it.

Just thinking about it is giving him a stomach ulcer and a migraine and maybe an aneurysm, too. 

He was hoping he made that obvious enough during the last hour of their shift that Robin would just drop it, but that girl has never dropped a single thing in her life. Worse than Nancy, the little bloodhound. Steve saw this documentary once about crocodiles; remembers how they can lock their jaws shut after clamping down on their prey with up to 4000 PSI of pressure. 

That’s enough pressure to cut a person’s arm off with a jet of water. 

Damn, nature’s cool.

“Steve!” 

You know who’s not cool? 

“Steve!” Robin hollers again over the song he’s currently blasting to drown her out on the drive home. “Steve, you can’t use ABBA against me like this!”

Steve ignores her protests, responds by shout-singing “DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN, OOH OOOOOH” at her in his most nasal falsetto because he absolutely can and will use ABBA against her like this, and it works like a charm. He’s pretty sure this song has, like, hypnotic power over her or something, because every time without fail she gives the answering “ooh-oo-oo-ooh-ooh-oooooh” as if on auto-pilot.

“HEY!” she shouts when she realizes what she’s doing. “No sir!” She reaches over and mashes the volume button. 

Silence falls over the car. Sucks the air out of Steve’s lungs in the sudden void; his ears adjust slowly, picking up the quiet thrum of the engine, the whispered whoosh of the wind outside. Is he ever going to get used to being kind-of-sort-of-deaf? This shit sucks.

“...Okay, look,” Robin says tentatively. She’s staring at the side of his head, and he keeps his eyes on the road; tightens his grip on the wheel. “We don’t have to talk about you, okay?”

“There’s nothing to talk about with me.”

“Right!” she rushes to agree. Playing along like they don’t both know that’s bullshit. “Totally.”

Steve risks a glance at her. Her expression is earnest, some full-paragraph silent communication like: whatever bathroom-floor-confessional crisis you’re having, we can leave it alone for now. We can let it stay hidden in the dark corners for a little longer; I promise I’ll put my flashlight down. 

“Totally,” Steve echoes, nodding at her. 

“Okay. Cool. Cool…”

She lets out a long breath, cheeks puffing out as she sits on her hands. Oh, my god, just spit it out. “Can we please talk about him, though?”

—

part 22

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[rosenclaws]

Lacy || Joel Miller x Reader

Like ribbons in your hair My stomach's all in knots You got the one thing that I want

warnings: jealousy, angst, drinking, light injury, happy ending

a/n: SO. I used to write Joel fics on here but deleted my account bc my mental health was suffering but it's been like a year and I'm in a better place and I really liked some of these so I'm going to post them again. Also my pedro obession had dwindled but with tlou s2 and f4 it might come back sooo. My old handle was toxic-seduction (its cringe I know I'm sorry). So if you feel like you've read it before you might have lmao.

Perfect Perfect Perfect. She’s just so. Fucking perfect. Your body moves on auto pilot as your brain spirals into the depths of hatred and loathing. All because of Joel’s new girlfriend.

Your mind is torn between raging jealousy and embarrassment. You and Joel were nothing. Just friends. You worked odd jobs in Jackson and would cross paths with Joel often. He wasn’t very friendly at first but soon enough you managed to break down his initial suspicion. You became closer than most. At least you thought you were. You’d only seen him joke and smile around Ellie so when he laughed at one of your jokes you felt your stomach flip.

He brought you little trinkets he found on patrols too. Small things, things that most people wouldn’t care about but Joel brought them to you so of course you cherished them like they were gold. Then she came to town. It was embarrassing how much you let your mind turn to jealousy and resentment.

Lacy was beautiful, strong, and the nicest fucking person in town. She’s sweet and helpful and so smart. She’s everything you feel like you’re not. So why wouldn’t Joel be attracted to her? They’re patrol partners too. You see them every morning and come back every afternoon.

You don’t go on patrol. Not anymore. Joel knew that, he never asked and you never told him. He doesn’t care though. You pull your weight just as much as everyone and Joel respects that. Some people don’t. So to have Joel tell you he doesn’t care what you do, it always makes you happy.

Still you wonder if he’d like you if you did go on patrol. If you could spend hours with him outside the walls, just the two of you. Maybe he’d compliment your shots or offer his jacket to keep you warm. Like he does for her. You saw them once coming back inside the gates. His jacket was draped across her shoulders and your heart cracked. You bet it was romantic too. He noticed she was cold and so he happily gave her his jacket. How cute.

You walked away from them and buried yourself into kitchen work. Helping stock and prep for dinner. Your brain is still thinking of her. The worst part is she isn’t someone you can even hate. She’s only ever been kind to you. Always offering her help to anyone who needs it. Her smile is so perfect and she makes everyone happy.

Especially Joel. Joel always seems to be talking with her which is a big deal for the man who only communicated in noises the first time you met. For fucks sakes she even bakes cookies in her spare time. You try to avoid seeing them but somehow it’s like they always pop up where you are. Tonight they’re patrons at the bar where you’re serving as bartender for the night.

“Hi there darlin’” Joel’s voice makes your heartbeat a little faster but you see Lacy standing right beside him.

“Whiskey on the rocks, right?” You blurt out without thinking. He looks surprised at first but nods.

“One for me too please.” Lacy asks nicely. You give her a tight smile and nod silently. It doesn’t take long to pour their drinks and Joel takes them both, gesturing to her to go sit.

“Thank you,” He says with a small smile.

“Anytime.” Though other people come and go, you can’t help but keep your eyes on them.

Every time they laughed or smiled or got closer, it made your blood boil. You were jealous, you hated this feeling. You hated feeling the anger that burned inside of you. You hated how much you hated her. It made you sick but you couldn’t get yourself to look away. It’s like you secretly wanted to watch your whole world burn. You watch as she says something and Joel leans in closer, his lips barely ghosting her ear as he rests his arm on the booth behind her. The chatter of the bar stops as the sound of a glass shattering.

It’s only when everyone’s eyes land on you do you realize you made the noise. The wine glass in your hand is now in pieces on the counter and your hand is covered in small cuts from the glass. You could feel Joel’s piercing gaze on you as someone moves to help.

“I’m okay,” You say quickly, grabbing a rag and putting it around your hand.

“I uh, I’ll be back.” You mutter, humiliation growing as you shrink under the looks of everyone.

You rush out the back door. Sighing you put your head down on your knees as you slide down the wall. Your jealousy got the best of you and it feels so ugly. You slowly pick the glass out of your hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine.” You look up and your eyes widen. There stands Lacy, the last person you expected to see.

“Are you sure? I can go get you some gauze.”

“I said I’m fine.” You snap. She takes a step back and you immediately feel the guilt.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I…I’m sorry.” You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping she leaves you alone so you can wallow in your misery.

“It’s okay,” She says gently. Lacy walks closer to you and you look up at her.

“I can’t help but feel like we’ve never really gotten along and I just wanted to say that I’m sorry if I did something to upset you.” Her words are so genuine that it makes you sick. She’s just so perfect and nice and it makes you feel awful.

“No no, you did nothing wrong. I promise. It’s all me.” She looks down next to you and you offer her to sit.

“I’m sorry if I came off cold, you’re really nice and It’s something to do with me.” You explain.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d really like to get to know you better if you want. Joel talks about you all the time.” She says. That catches your attention.

“He does?” You ask. She giggles and nods her head.

“Don’t tell him I told you but he really likes you, he just won’t admit it.” You can’t believe what she’s saying. It doesn’t make sense. He's so happy with her, and spends time with her. They’re perfect for each other.

“What? I thought you two were dating.” You look shocked as she shakes her head.

“We’re not. Me and Joel were both from the Boston QZ, I helped him out from time to time so we were kind of friends.” You guess that explains why he warmed up to her so fast but still.

“He won’t admit it to me but I know he likes you. He always wonders what you’re doing in town that day and when we go on supply runs he tries to subtly ask about things for you but he’s not very subtle.” She says, smiling as she remembers the shitty excuses Joel would make for picking up the tattered journal. He told her about you, that you used to keep one before the outbreak and you missed it. 

“I don’t know, I haven’t really seen him much lately…” You know it's partially your fault for avoiding him but he didn’t really make much effort to see you either.

“I told him to talk to you but he started to get nervous.” She says while rolling her eyes.

“Joel nervous?” “I know! He totally denied it when I asked. Said he doesn’t get nervous in that crabby voice he does.” She says while laughing.

“Oh my god he really does do that voice doesn’t he. Especially when he’s trying to reprimand Ellie.” You say while laughing with her.

“And she never listens.” Lacy adds. It feels nice to laugh with her. Though now you feel silly for feeling so jealous.

“I think I owe you an apology Lacy, the truth is I was jealous of you. You’re just, so amazing and cool and nice. I thought you were perfect for Joel and I just, I wanted to be perfect for Joel.” You admit sheepishly.

“You are perfect for him.” She hugs you and it takes you a moment before you hug her back.

“Everythin’ alright?” Joel’s voice makes you jump.

He’s come to check on the two of you. The butterflies you felt before come back in full force as you see him standing there. His eyes darting to your cut up hand.

“You should really get that fixed up.” He kneels down in front of you and checks your hand over. Lacy gets up and winks at you.

“I’ll leave you to it Joel,” She nudges him and he grumbles about something.

She smiles and gives you a thumbs up before disappearing back inside. Even though his hands are rough he handles yours with such care. Making sure not to hurt you as he checks for glass. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a rag and wraps it around your hand.

“This’ll be okay for now but you need to put some salve on it and wrap it with a bandage.” Joel finishes wrapping your hand but he doesn’t let go of your hand.

His hands are so warm. You notice how tense he seems. He’s nervous. With the boost of confidence from Lacy you bite the bullet and speak.

“I like you. A lot.” You confess.

“I uh-” He doesn’t know what to say as you take him by surprise.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go to dinner.” Your voice gets smaller as you speak. Worried that you were right and he doesn’t feel the same.

“I got you somethin’” He reaches into his little bag and pulls out a small book.

“You told me about keepin’ a diary and well I found this and thought you could start again, if you wanted to.” He hands it to you, it's a little ripped but still intact. It’s clearly been patched up. The leather cover has been cleaned and there's a new ribbon around the center.

“Oh Joel, it’s perfect.” You run your hands along the spine in awe.

“I would love to go to dinner with you darlin’’” He takes your hand and kisses the back of it. Helping you up he takes off his jacket and places it on your shoulders.

“Let me walk you back.” He places his hand on the small of your back.

You glance in the window of the bar and see Lacy talking with a few people. She makes them laugh and this time you smile. She catches your gaze and smirks, seeing Joel’s jacket and him so close. For once it feels like you can breathe, the bitter feelings are gone. It’s a new start, a new friend gained in Lacy and hopefully a new love that will last forever.

“Are you okay?” Joel asks as he notices you in your head. Looking over at him you smile and he pulls you closer.

“I’m perfect Joel, just perfect.”

[hotwritergf]

I have a habbit of messing up peoples names, ive called my mom my brothers name. Sometimes ill start with someone elses name and correct myself like sara-mily or i get it early so its just the first letter like saying ch-steve

I was just thinking about bestfriends eddie x reader where reader accidentally calls eddie daddy because theyre so similar. She goes to say a d name but catches herself and says eddie. She was talking fast and didnt even catch herself saying it until eddies like "did you just call me daddy?"

Accidentally calling Eddie ‘Daddy’. Eddie Munson x female reader. Blurb. Fluff.

I hope this is okay, I’m sick at the moment so it’s kinda self indulgent but I tried to personalise it a bit for you!

The night was like any other of yours and Eddie’s movie nights. Bags of candy spilled out on the floor, blankets swallowing you both up and a blunt being passed between you. Today was tiring, work couldn’t be more stressful and of course you were understaffed. Eddie came to pick you up at closing time, he already had your cup of tea in his cup-holder. It was the small things you appreciated the most from your best friend.

You had your head on his chest, because Eddie said “it will help your migraine I promise.” You wanted to believe him but the smirk on his face just showed he wanted to look after you. Eddie held his palm to your forehead, “you’re burning up a little, I’ll get you some medicine. Wait right here.” He ushers himself out from the blankets and into the kitchen. Rooting through the cupboards as you pause the movie, he reappears holding a bottle and a medicine spoon. Pouring the contents onto the spoon, “open up darling” he smirks as he feeds you.

You wince at the taste of the bitter medicine, swiftly taking a swig of your soda to wash away the taste. Wiping your mouth you whisper, “thank you d-daddy” “e-Eddie I meant Eddie!!” Your face flushes immediately, wanting the ground to swallow you up as you blurt out your sentence. Your brain was on auto pilot and Eddie and Daddy sounded far too similar for your mouth to comprehend whilst you’re suffering so bad with your migraine.

“What was that? Did you just call me daddy?” Eddie smirks, teasing you as he pulls your hands away from your blushing face.

“I- no! The words got scrambled in my head m’sorry I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” You pull away from Eddie’s touch, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on them. Terrified that you’ve ruined your friendship, how could Eddie not see you differently after calling him that? A word so not-inherently bad but turned kinky and shameful, he could assume you’re into that. Not that it would be a bad thing to be kinky, you just weren’t.

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie pulls at your arms, “just look at me.” His voice is like velvet, so comforting but you’re shaking. Wishing you could be ignorant and never face this issue. “Come on princess, just want to see you smile.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You stick to your guns, refusing to move and face him. “You leave me no choice then, I didn’t want to do this sweetheart. But you asked for this..” Eddie coos into your ear before teasing his fingers over your neck, ghosting over your skin and down to your sides. He pokes and prods your ribs, flailing back into Eddie’s chest, trying to swat at his hands to put an end to his ticklish assault.

“Okay! Okay!” You plead, holding on to Eddie’s wrists and looking deep into his eyes. He stills his hands, holding yours and dropping them into his lap. “I didn’t mean to say it Eddie, honestly.” Your voice stuttering as you whimpered. “It’s not a big deal. Seriously, I understand. You do that a lot with words, I’ve seen it. You’re okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.” A mischievous smile spreads over his face when he sees you let go of the breath you’ve been holding for the entire moment. Sighing, you let yourself smile, feeling safe knowing that Eddie doesn’t judge you.

“There’s that smile. Gotta hear that laugh too, you know, for daddy?” He teases before jumping on top of you and tickling you again.

[emeritusemeritus]

Ughhh i cant stop thinking about soft soft sex with Fred after a long, tiring day. Just turning your brain to mush and then pampering you and holding you close... ♡

Hi Anon! My dear, this is on my mind near constantly too so here we go! My own personal HC that after the war Fred would grow his hair longer again, kind of like James in real life so I snook that in 🖤

Warnings: smut, graphic smut, soft sex, piv, fingering. Tooth rotting smut- is that a thing? Fluff, use of petnames, kind of a smutty comfort fic?

Word count: 891

You feel like Home.

You hadn't had a bad day necessarily, just a long day. You felt you were going through the motions, entirely on auto pilot, counting down the minutes until you'd be back home. Both you and Fred had the day off together tomorrow and there was no better feeling. All day you'd held on to the hope of a nice dinner, preferably one that you didn't have to cook, putting your comfiest clothes on and mindlessly watching muggle Tv whilst you cuddle up to Fred or even better, completely naked and cuddled up to Fred in a very different way.

When he first slips inside of you, a blissful sigh of relief escapes your lips. Your hands stroke down his naked. muscular back, legs locked tightly around his waist as his hips lazily drive into you, stroking deeper and deeper with each thrust.

“Fuck, you feel like home baby,” Fred whispers into your ear as he thrusts into you, burying his cock deep and staying there for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size.

“Always so tight,” he whispers, as if he’s talking to himself. You reach up and pull back the few strands of hair that have fallen into his face, making him look at you as he lifts his head. You share a sweet, meaningful smile as you look at each other before he leans down on bulging arms to kiss you. It’s passionate and loving but lazy with no rush to it, as if he’s savouring the moment just as you are. When he draws back his hips and thrusts into you again you can’t hold back the moan that escapes you. It’s quiet and subdued, muffled into his shoulder but so powerful, like a secret shared between you.

His pace is slow and steady with perfectly angled thrusts, taking his time to make it blissful for both of you. Your hips meet his, rolling in time with his thrusting and each time he seems to get deeper with every stroke.

“Roll on your side sweetheart,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulls out of you and moves to spoon you on your big, soft bed. He kisses your neck and shoulder as he settles behind you, free hand wandering across your breasts as he rests his weight on his other arm. His hand trails down your skin, purposely dancing around that spot on your waist that tickles the most and he chuckles as he watches you squirm. His big hands part your legs and begin toying with your clit, spreading around your wetness and reigniting that fire in your lower belly. He pulls away and grabs hold of his cock as you lift up your leg, allowing him to slip back inside of you. It isn’t your favourite position, usually reserved for lazy mornings when you’re both still half asleep but still need each other, but right now you’re enjoying the intimacy of it.

“Fred,” you sigh out in bliss as his pace quickens, your hand rising up to grab your breasts as his fingers slip back to your clit and circle the little nub perfectly. You turn your head to the side and he captured your lips with his almost instantly, each of you sensing the increasing intensity as his hips thrust harder and quicker.

“Want you to cum sweetheart, want to feel that perfect little pussy squeezing me,” he says in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your body as his fingers speed up just slightly on your sensitive nub.

“Fred, Fred,” you breathily chant, chasing your building orgasm as you move your hips to Fuck yourself back on his cock.

“Will you let me cum inside you baby?” He says, beginning to pound into your harder just like he knows you need.

“Fred, cum inside me!” You cry out, reaching your peak under his skilled fingers and perfect cock. Your pleading is enough to hurl him right over the edge with you and he grabs your hips with astronomical force as he pulls you down onto him one last time, sinking deep inside as he spills his load inside.

You’re both breathless and sporting with matching smiles on your face as you come down from your highs. He pulls you in for another kiss as he slips out of you, smirking against your lips as he hears you gasp. His hand comes up to rest on your breast as he pulls you into his body, his flaccid cock resting against the curve of your bum as he holds you in his arms.

“I love you, so much,” he says quietly and you smile, reaching up to entwine your fingers with his where you can reach.

“Love you more Fred Weasley,” you say slightly dreamily, still amazed that you get to say those words even after being together for so long.

After a few minutes of bathing in the post-sex glow, you hear Fred’s breathing steadying and know that he’s undoubtedly fallen asleep. It’s too late for a nap and too early for bed but you don’t care, cuddling down into the muscular plains of his chest where your head fits perfectly under his chin. Dinner can wait, chances are you’ll just order in anyway and so you let yourself drift off in Fred’s arms, the day forgotten.

[futurepastme]

God save... the president!?

Reincarnation au

Of all places Merlin thought he would find Arthur once he came back, a random American airport was not on the list.

Merlin was running. Not only had his alarm failed to wake him up on time, but he somehow also managed to enter the airport through the ‘arrivals’ instead of the ‘departures.’ So now Merlin ran, willing his flight to wait for him.

He dashed through the groups of people like a madman clutching his briefcase tightly, thanking whatever deities that were still out there for blessing him with the smart decision to only pack a carry-on. If he still had to go through check-in, he would 100% miss his flight.

Merlin kept his unplanned cardio exercise at a fast but steady pace until his eyes landed on a flight monitor. He stopped dead on his track, looking for his flight number, when he felt the sudden shock of a body colliding with him.

“Holy…! Do you not look where you're going?”

Merlin almost ignored the annoyed voice in favour of his fleeting chance of going home, but something – destiny, probably, as it often were – made him turn around to face the rude man that had almost toppled him over.

“Won't you say anything? Do you even know how much this shirt cost?”

Arthur Pendragon glared angrily at him. It took Merlin a while to move his gaze from the familiar face and fully take in the scene. Arthur held his blazer jacket open away from his shirt that was now drenched in something that looked suspiciously like coffee.

“Well then? Are you an idiot or something?”

The familiar insult seemed to rewire Merlin's brain and he found himself automatically responding with a shrug. “Takes one to know one.”

“What?” The blond looked back at him with a frown.

“Besides,” Merlin continued, “you're the one who bumped into me, so you don't get to be a rude asshole over your own mistake.”

“Rude…? My own…?” Merlin's disrespectful attitude seemed to throw him off, leaving him a confused mess. He let go of his blazer and recomposed himself. “Do you know who you're talking to?”

Merlin felt the wave of familiarity rushing through him, it seemed that some things never changed.

“Of course I know,” he felt a little smirk growing as Arthur's expression went back to bad concealed confusion. “I'm talking to a royal prat.”

Merlin was delighted, he could feel the waves of irritation and indignation that seemed to irradiate from Arthur and they made him want to giggle.

“Who do you think you are to…”

“Martin.” Merlin interrupted.

“Wha…”

“Martin Emerson.” He interrupted again, and offered his hand.

Arthur looked at his hand for a few seconds as if it were some kind of criminal offense that it existed, and then looked back at Merlin like he was some lunatic.

“You don't have any idea who I am, do you, Martin Emerson?”

Merlin smiled like it was Christmas as Arthur stared at him.

“I already told you that I do.” Merlin smiled sweetly. “You are the condescending jerk who almost killed me and then tried to blame me for it. Me! The victim of the crime!”

“Killed…” Arthur looked astonished, but the frown of irritation never left his face. “You know what? I don't have time for this. Get out of my way.”

Arthur pushed through Merlin nearly causing his fall. Again. “Who do you think you are? The president?”

“No, I'm his son, Arthur.” Arthur answered without looking back.

Merlin watched as Arthur walked away, leaving him gaping at the back of his head as Arthur went on his way like he hadn't just turned Merlin's world upside down with a five minute interaction.

“Last call for the flight G4014 to London.”

The metallic voice from the speakers shook Merlin out of his daze and his body auto-piloted him back to his mad dash through the airport.

It was only once he was safely sitting on his seat at the economic class – he had barely made it – ready to go home, that the full realization of what had happened dawned on him. Arthur was back, he was a complete prat again, and the most shocking news of all: Arthur Pendragon, the legendary King of Camelot, was American.

[bookdragon6127]

Some hazbin hotel thoughts and theories because I still have brain rot. These might just be the sleep deprivation but they’re stuck in my brain:

1. Alastor is bound to Lilith or eve right and the deal is to dethrone Lucifer and get Charlie in power (because she's the most naïve) which is pointed to by Alastor's lines in the song with the cannibals

1.5 Lilith betraying Lucifer and Charlie is going to be *gut wrenching* both because of Charle loving and looking up to her mother and then Lucifer being turned on by the woman he fell with

2. Alastor's power is restrained because he sold his soul to one of the above and part of the deal was that he couldn't be a heavy hitter because then he wouldn't have been able to gain Charlie's trust when the time came. Hence why he had to disappear. It's also so he didn't just destroy the entire hotel/have collateral damage

3. Alastor is going to force Lucifer into making a deal holding Charlie as leverage and that is how he gets out of his deal- both/either fulfilling his end of the bargain or it's just more powerful and overrides it essentially

4. Lilith/Eve will be the main big bad and Charlie will have a mental breakdown because this woman she idolized really is evil. Lucifer is just a depressed lil guy but Lilith/Eve saw being banished to hell as a way to get power but she's a smart mfer She's playing the long game

5. The series will end with Charlie as an Angel but still serving hell. Idk it's a hunch

5.5. Maybe they’ll explore more of Charlie being half angel especially after seeing her full power and all the fun tricks she can do. How cute would it be with Lucifer to teach Charlie

6. Vox looked up to Alastor when he was a baby overlord and once he got power, he tried to go to Alastor because he was his idol but Alastor pulls his "do I know you"shit (iconic)

7. We’re going to either meet god in season two which will lead to tensions with Lucifer obviously or find out there is no god and the system in place is running on auto pilot

8. Emily will either fall or overpower sera/take over to help Charlie and redoing heaven’s whole system and that’s why/when Charlie ends up an Angel

9. Alastor was referring to Eve when he told Adam “you should know better than anyone what can happen when a soul takes charge of their fate”

10. Lucifer cannot defend sinners as part of the whole extermination thing but once Charlie was actually attacked he was able to intervene (because she is hellborn and they aren’t part of the extermination)

11. Lilith’s deal with Adam is driving me crazy and I’m so curious what it is but my thought is that it’s as simple as she would stop rallying the sinners but she wanted to stay in heaven for it (which maybe meant she got to learn more about it so then she can influence Charlie as her almost figure head on the throne OR when she takes the throne herself)

[misswhowrite]

A Surprising Breakfast

Summary: Remus didn’t thought his breakfast was going to be like that!

(English isn’t my first language!!)

The morning began like every other one for Remus, he woke up early because he knew how much time James and Sirius took in the bathroom and headed towards the great hall to have breakfast. He scanned the table for a good place, saw Lily and the others girls near the middle and decided to go not too far from them. He also got a good view of the Ravenclaw table and that brought a small smile on his face.

Y/N was so tired, she has an exam potion next week and this subject isn’t her best subject, so sleep wasn’t her priority these days. When she woke up this morning, it was like she was in auto-pilot, she got dressed, woke up Luna and headed to the great hall. Only when she arrived she saw her boyfriend, well technically her secret boyfriend but her tired brain forgot that, and decided to go see him. She knew he was with his friends but she just really needed a kiss from him.

She approached him by behind, her arms around his neck and kissed him. Remus was shocked, his darling, secret darling, who he hid for three months, just kissed him. He kissed her back obviously but what made him realize what she did was the gasp that Sirius did. The Black Gryffindor released the most dramatic gasp of his entire life, he even began choking a bit. And James, poor James fell of his chair and when he didn’t got up they understood he passed out… Yes James passed out when he saw his furry bestie kissed the Ravenclaw girl. The girls near them were giggling like crazy at the scene before them. Lily was dying of laughter because of James’ reaction, Marlene and Mary snorted at Remus’ blush. 

After her much needed kiss, Y/N just said “see you later my love” and left, like she did the most normal thing in the world. Remus stuttered a reply while trying to search in her eyes an answer for her behavior. But she didn’t turned and left to her table. She made small talk with Luna for a bit and excused herself to study before her first class. 

When she left, Remus saw James wake up confused and asked what happened, but what really surprised him was at the teacher table. He saw Minnie extend her hand to Dumbledore, where he deposed some galleons in it with a small smile.

[milfs69420]

You Belong With Me - Part 1

Natasha ran from her home country when she was 18, and has since been working at a stripclub in NYC. One night she spots a woman who seems all too familiar and turns out to be her childhood lover. While getting to know each other all over again, they discover new truths and old lies.

- Natasha Romanoff x Katya Petrova - Wordcount: 3K - Warnings: none I think - A/N: Sooooo, I wrote a fanfic about a fanfic. This stripclub AU idea has been floating around for a while, but I finally managed to get a part done. Thank you @katyaromanoffpetrova for letting me borrow your babies🫶 I hope I did them justice. If you're curious about who Katya is, check out the forgotten ghost series here!

Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!

The bright light above the mirror casts its hideous yellow hue down on Natasha’s face. She could hardly tell the shades of her various lipsticks apart in this setting. Some days she hardly bothered with her makeup, the dark circles around her eyes were far too visible for any concealer to hide. Today though, something told her to put in some extra effort. Who, or what, was telling her, she didn’t know. Very few things harnessed the power to make Natasha Romanoff listen, but she would never go against her intuition.

The redhead stepped out of the dressing room and into the dimly lit hallway. After sitting under that bright light for so long she had to squint her eyes to see where she was going. She hardly needed the ability to see here at all. Natasha had walked this very path so many times that she was doing it on auto-pilot by now. She knew every crease in the dirty, stained carpet. She knew exactly where to place her heel adorned feet as she made her way to the stage area.

Natasha liked dancing, loved it even. As a little girl in Russia she had danced nearly every single day. Even the extremely strict ballet teacher hadn’t been able to break her and her passion for letting the rhythm guide her body. Of course, this wasn’t the type of dancing career she had imagined for herself while growing up, but it’s what paid her bills and kept her alive.

Moving, or rather, running away to another country when she had just turned eighteen hadn’t been easy, and it certainly hadn’t been cheap. So when she met Clint, her best friend and one of the bartenders at the club, she took the opportunity she was offered and started working there as one of the dancers. Originally it had been a temporary solution, just to get her on her feet in this new life. However, she quickly realised these people were much more than just coworkers, they’d become her found family before she even realised it.

So here she was, in her high heels and the skimpy bits of fabric you could hardly call clothing. She heard the music start and let her body take over from her brain, as she made her way to the centre of the stage, complete with pole and all, she took a quick and subtle look at the crowd. At first glance it was the same as every other night, young guys who’d just gotten their paycheques, middle aged men who most likely told their wives they’re working late, and the same old men smoking cigars and eyeing her up.

But as she was about to shut her brain off and let her limbs move themselves, she spotted a woman. All alone and mysterious in the darkest corner of the club, with what looked like a martini in her hand. Thanks to the darkness, Natasha couldn’t make out any clear features. All she could see was dark hair, seemingly brown but she wasn’t certain. And all that she felt was an overwhelming amount of familiarity, like she hadn’t only seen this woman before, but like she knew her. Natasha could not see the woman’s eyes in the darkness, but she knew they were focused on her.

Whether she meant to or not, Natasha’s dance was focused on this woman now. If she looked into the crowd at all, she looked at her. She put some extra effort and seductiveness into her movements, and she enjoyed doing it. Dancing for men whose attention she hardly wanted in the first place was just a job, and not one she was always happy to do. But this woman brought out her true passion for dancing, motivated her to truly let the rhythm guide her and just enjoy the moment.

When the redhead finished her dance, she left the stage almost immediately and made her way towards that dark corner. The crowd didn’t let her through nearly as fast as she wanted, and she was disappointed to find the seat empty when she finally got there. If this had been any random person, Natasha would’ve assumed they got flustered by just being in the club and ran. However, something told her that wasn’t the case here. Her mood now having been ruined by not even catching a glimpse of the woman, she didn’t feel the need to stick around.

She went to the backstage area, walked that barely lit hallway again until she reached the door to the stairs. She was one of three people living above the club. Her, Clint and Maria each had their own spaces and enough privacy to not be bothered by each other, they did however share a kitchen together. The rent was incredibly cheap due to their employment and it was a nice spot in the city as well. Unbeknownst to their boss, Fury, Natasha had a dark haired, four legged roommate upstairs.

She found Liho in the street when she was still a kitten. She was looking about as miserable and hopeless as the redhead was feeling at the time, so the only logical option was obviously to take her home. Part of Natasha had been afraid that the cat would abandon her over time, but Liho seemed better than the humans who’d let the woman down time and time again.

That night, sleep did not come easy to Natasha. She overanalysed everything she saw, or didn’t see of the mysterious woman. For some unknown reason, she was a hundred percent sure that she knew this person. When or how they met, she didn’t know, but she was certain that they had.

………

Every night that she was on stage, Natasha looked at that corner, hoping to see the person who’d been keeping her up for weeks now. She’d almost lost hope that she would see her again at all, until today. As the redhead went through her entry routine on stage, she spotted that mystery person in the corner. Before she could stop it, the slightest smirk appeared on her face.

You see, Natasha had spent her sleepless nights coming up with a plan to prevent this woman from escaping again before she could truly see her. So she made her way to the front of the stage, which had stairs connected to it, and she went into the audience. Now obviously she couldn’t just walk straight to the corner, so as she moved through the various seating arrangements, she stopped a few times. She danced at some tables and gave some extra attention to men who seemed well off enough to throw her some extra dollar bills, until she finally approached that corner.

The lighting in the club focused on Natasha, and therefore started lighting up this usually dark area. As she moved closer, the redhead could see the woman more clearly by the second. The first thing that got her attention wasn’t the clothing that she was wearing, but rather the skin left exposed by it. Tattoos that Natasha couldn’t make out quite clear enough yet, decorated smooth skin as far as she could see. She found herself imagining how many more of those she could find underneath the black slacks and white dress shirt combination. The black blazer had been hung over the chair, and her white sleeves had been rolled up. As her eyes made their way upwards, she didn’t fail to notice the amount of buttons that had been undone on the shirt, before finally getting a look at the woman’s face

Brown, shoulder length hair surrounded what may just be the most gorgeous face she’d seen in a long time, if not her whole life. Piercing blue eyes had locked onto her green ones as soon as she’d left the stage, and hadn’t looked away since. Now, Natasha was by no means shy or introverted, but she found a surprising amount of difficulty just to hold eye contact. The woman however, seemed to radiate nothing but confidence.

Where most, if not all, men would be eyeing her up like a piece of meat by now, she found what seemed an awful lot like admiration in the brunette’s eyes. She was definitely staring at Natasha, but in an oddly respectful manner. There wasn’t just lust in her eyes, she seemed enticed by the way the redhead moved her body. The way this woman was looking at her made Natasha feel good. It made her feel sexy in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time, and it filled her with newfound confidence.

Since the brunette was situated in a single chair and not in one of the booths they had in the club, Natasha took the opportunity to circle around her before settling in front of the chair. As the redhead moved her body to the music, the woman uncrossed and opened up her legs in a swift, but elegant, movement. Natasha took this as an invite to get closer, and as she did so she bent over just enough for her mouth to end up near this woman’s ear.

“Are you planning on running away again, darling?”

As she moved back to stand up straight again, she held eye contact with the brunette and found a smirk adorning that mesmerising face. Natasha could’ve, and had, imagined many different responses to her question. She’d thought about it far more than she should have probably. However, what came out of the woman’s mouth was far from anything she had expected.

“I think I’ll stay this time, I’ve missed seeing your face, Natalia.”

Shock and confusion overtook the redhead, and it was a good thing her performance time had ended at this moment. The spotlight went out as she made one last gesture to the crowd before turning around to face the woman again, what she found was that same smirk still on her face. Now though, Natasha didn’t think about how attractive that face was, she only focused on how the hell this person knew a name she had left behind all those years ago.

“How do you know that?” Was the first of many questions she wanted to ask, but for now it was the most important one. She recognised the features of the brunette’s face, but had a feeling that the time they knew each other was far in the past. What was starting to get to her though, was the smugness all over the face opposite of her. She seemed to know nothing about the person in front of her, who seemed to know a whole lot about Natasha.

“You really don’t remember me, do you?” The brunette started to get on her nerves now, Natasha wasn’t in the mood for any of these games, she wanted answers right now. “Am I supposed to recognise you? You seem to think you’re quite memorable.” At that, the woman smiled, not a smirk, no smug looks, a genuine smile.

“I thought people always remembered their first kiss.”

Now seemed like a great moment for Natasha to sit down in the chair opposite of the brunette, mainly because the shock of this all gave her some difficulty with standing up straight. “Katariina?” She couldn’t find the right words to say, so instead opted for just her name. She hadn’t seen that gorgeous face since they were both teenagers, so it made sense she didn’t recognise her right away, so many years later. Now that she knew though, she couldn’t stop the flood of memories that came over her.

Natasha had moved around Russia far more than she would’ve liked when she was a kid. Her mother had passed away when she was a baby, and her father just left her on the doorstep of the nearest orphanage. Little Natasha was far too rebellious for her own good, and this resulted in being kicked out of foster homes time after time again. The longest she ever lasted was a little over a year, and it wasn’t the family she was staying with that got her through that time. No, it was that beautiful face she found looking back at her now.

“It’s just Katya now actually, but good to know you remember, Natalia.” And remember, she did. She recalled the first time that she saw Katya, her foster parents quickly tugged her the other way and told her not to play with the girl, to never even go near the huge house on the other side of the street. But something about her had already intrigued Natasha, even if she had only seen her for just a second. From that moment on, all that she wanted to do was get to know this girl. As she did so, she found that she craved to be much closer than friends were supposed to be. She wanted to know her in far more intimate ways than society deemed acceptable for them.

“It’s probably my hair. It’s not blonde anymore” Natasha looked at her, took her time to take in this new appearance. “I can see that, the ink wasn’t there either.” Now it was Katya’s turn, to take in her own appearance. Smiling, she looked back at the redhead. “I suppose you, of all people, would’ve known about any ink on my skin.” At that, Natasha couldn’t help but blush. Memories of their secret meet ups filled her head. Some nights had been spent exploring the rural areas around their town, where nobody would find them. Other nights, they explored each other instead.

While they were both enjoying this seemingly light-hearted conversation, Natasha had questions to ask. “So I guess it’s not a coincidence that you found me, is it?” Katya smiled at her now, no longer hiding behind a facade of smugness and false confidence, powerful as she was, she’d been terrified of how the redhead could’ve reacted. “No it’s not, though I’ve got to give you credit where it’s due. You didn’t make it easy to track you down.”

“So how did you manage to find me anyway?” Natasha had changed her whole identity, finding her was supposed to be nearly impossible. “I have my ways.” Is all that the brunette gave her.

“Still being mysterious, I see. Nice to know you didn’t change too much.” She hadn’t meant to let that out as angrily as it did, but this was a lot to handle.

“I couldn’t afford to tell you anything back then, it would’ve put both of our lives at risk, Natalia.”

“And you still can’t tell me now?” For some reason, Natasha didn’t feel the need to correct the brunette when she used her old name. She was sure that Katya knew her new identity anyway, but simply chose not to acknowledge it. Plus, she didn’t mind the way her name sounded, rolling off of her childhood lover’s tongue.

“I could, and I might, but this isn’t the time or place. I’m sure you understand that, don’t you?”

“So when and where do I have to be, to get some answers out of you?” Again, Katya smiled at her, and this time Natasha couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous she looked as she did so. It seemed as if that magical charm that had intrigued her when they were teens, was still there all these years later.

“You seem quite eager to spend more time with me milaya(милая).” To hear that term of endearment coming from the brunette, seemed to bring back far more than just memories. Natasha felt as if her stomach did a backflip as soon as the word reached her ears. It shouldn’t be that easy, for Katya to make her feel anything at all after all this time. But neither of them could deny that they had a special connection, one that ran far deeper than just childhood love.

“I’m just eager to know how you found me, and why you wanted to in the first place.”

Katya just looked at her, a more serious expression on her face now. She seemed to be taking in every detail of Natasha’s appearance, studying her so attentively that the redhead started feeling shy under her gaze. Before she realised what was happening, Katya started getting up. She put on her jacket and Natasha would never admit how much she hated seeing all that skin being covered up. Right as the brunette was about to walk away, she turned around one last time.

“Saturday night, nine PM, be ready and wait outside. I’ll have a car pick you up.”

With that, Katya walked towards the exit, leaving Natasha to gather her thoughts as she made her way upstairs. The rest of the night was spent thinking about Katya, and that damn smile of hers. The brunette was the only person she’d met in their home country, who didn’t hurt her. The only person who made her feel like life may not be all that bad when you have someone to share it with. Leaving that town had been one of the most painful things she’d experienced, and she’s been through a lot. Being forced to leave the only person she had truly loved and felt connected to up until then had felt like someone ripped apart her heart. The worst part was that she wasn’t given a reason, her foster parents seemed to have decided overnight not to want her anymore.

She’d since learned to live with all the abandonment she’s had to go through, and she’s worked on becoming a better person ever since she left her home country. While she was well aware that this was much too early to think about having Katya in her life at all, she couldn’t help but feel excited at the prospect of getting to know her again.

That night, Natasha went to sleep feeling hopeful. Maybe she would’t end up alone, doing this job, after all.

[brattypagansub]

John Price and Simon Riley headcannons (they’re undefined but act like a couple)

Fight like an old married couple and more than once Soap and Gaz have expected them to punch each other

They’ve each seen the best and worst of one another

Price has ended up in bed with Simon so often that at this point it’s expected after Simon starts drinking

In full surfer voice went ‘dude stoichiometry in my head can’t talk’ and the look Soap gave him was fucking priceless. Meanwhile Price had to explain that this is as close to the old Simon as they’ll ever get.

Price looks to Simon whenever he needs most languages translated that’s not Spanish or Urdu or Russian.

Simon likes to channel Soap and annoy the ever loving fuck out of Price on a duo op. Like singing Uranium Fever while in Chernobyl.

Price told him ‘fuck you’ recently and Ghost auto piloted forgetting they’re part of task force 141 now. Because he said ‘fuck me yourself coward.’ Soap nearly had a stroke and Price had to remember he’s supposed to be the leader and not laugh.

How Simon acts around Price is very different than how he acts around Soap. He’s a lot more prone to mischief and squirrel brained bs.

Price is so used to anticipating Simon’s wants and needs that it’s second nature.

They both sit up ramrod straight when someone mentions MacMillan. Excepting to be chewed out by an angry Irish man for acting up.

Both would commit war crimes to protect Soap and both of them love to fuck with him every chance they get.

Overheard from the rec room

Price: Jesus fucking Christ Simon how does it feel to be six degrees of Kevin bacon in the chart of who slept with who in SAS?

Simon: you’re just mad that your body count is rookie numbers.

Kissed Price in front of 141 in order to steal his French fry. The agressive make out that ensued was them trying to steal it back from each other.

The first time they met to fuck with Price, Simon told him ‘no one will believe you.’ Then peeled off his mask and took out his contacts kissed Price. Then made him endure everyone thinking Price snuck some random blonde onto base.

Price is fairly sure Si is getting too comfortable around him again. Because last week he told him ‘I’d whore myself out for a shot of whiskey.’

[screamlet]

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1. 558 notes - Nov 9 2024

Another hospital room. Buck takes a deep breath and closes his eyes again, letting it out and hoping he gets back to sleep. It doesn’t happen, though, because his brain catches up to his eyes: Maddie, wearing a yellow paper hospital mask, a hand anxiously on her belly, sitting in the chair next to him with that too-familiar oh-thank-god-you’re-finally-awake face… and Tommy leaning in the doorway.

this is from break and be mended, the 4.5k bucktommy fix-it fic i vomited up literally two days after the breakup aired. the spirit (of anger and spite) moved me i guess

2. 406 notes - Sep 17 2024

so imagine: s8e1, many bees, zero tommy until another last 5 minutes of the episode, the jeep pulling up to this small house...

this little whatever from a week before the s8 premiere when we thought the bees would be something and/or tommy would do anything and/or we would ever see tommy’s fucking house. the dodgeball of apollo missed me on every count.

3. 400 notes - Oct 4 2024

“well we’re so happy the co-pilot’s awake! everything’s gonna be just fine and we can land this plane now” god don’t they know they’re in part two of a three-part season opener, they did this to themselves

this random post from an episode live blog and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere without @dadvans​ and the assist, god this still makes me laugh

4. 232 notes - Dec 8 2024

It’s not until the elevator starts moving that he hears it through the doors: “Tommy! Tommy, wait—Tommy!”

the fic post for a wolf without a foot, my 34k bucktommy fix-it fic that just... 😐 i might write a buck interstitial to this one because buck’s (lack of) presence in it continues to bug me. no promises!!!!

5. 222 notes - Aug 28 2024

The plan doesn't involve kissing Evan, this man he's met three times. Disaster rescue, work tour, basketball disaster, Evan's apartment right now—four times. This is only the fourth time he's ever laid eyes on Evan Buckley, but Evan Buckley hasn't fucking blinked since he stepped into the room. Has Tommy?

for a random wip wednesday, i posted the whole tommy pov scene of The First Kiss from what are your intentions? and it’s still getting notes four and a half months later. this poor man!!! what’s a terrified gay to do!!!!!

6. 214 notes - Dec 11 2024

Tommy has one arm firmly around Buck and one finger pointing at Sal. "I'm from LA. When the hell would I have seen a live chicken?"

aw, this cute @118dailydrabble​ where buck learns about Maurice the Chicken while hanging out with tommy, sal, and bobby.

7. 213 notes - Dec 20 2024

Buck reads to himself: If my grief is violent enough, perhaps he will come back to life again... "Mayday, mayday, mayday, companies respond to an explosion at Harbor Station."

the beginning of blow up that chopper!!!!

8. 204 notes - Nov 16 2024

"Yeah, pretty much. You got some good parts, though. The really good ones." He swallows past the lump in his throat, and means it when he says, "I wouldn't give you any less." "But I wanted all of them," Evan says. "You gave me less, Tommy. Don't think you did me some favor, here. You didn't. You gave me less."

a wip wednesday excerpt from a wolf without a foot, gahhhhhhh yes it still kills me, too

9. 201 notes - Nov 26 2024

my favorite part of the bucktommy breakup fic explosion is seeing each writer focus on THE thing that bugs them most about this breakup and/or breakups in general...

"confessions” aired almost exactly two months ago and man has this fandom been a fucking ride since then

10. 198 notes - Dec 9 2024

unfortunately kinley cafe posits a REALLY interesting coffee shop au where the fluffy gay owners break up and a whole neighborhood has to scheme to get them back together so they don't sell the cafe

where is this coffee shop au!!!!!!!!!!!

tagging: YOU, YES, YOU

[daintev]

Sanders? you alright?

Getting into your own head aren't ya buddy?

Something I've noticed in the past couple of pages in chapter 4, Sanders has been tapped out, like he's on auto pilot and not really speaking all that much.

He's gotten caught up in doubts and what those pair of old folks said to them. While it doesn't really get to Jock (due to growing tough skin from dealing with shitty people a lot of his life, discussion for another time though) It really gets to Sanders, he's started going non-verbal and shutting down, maybe even dissociating. This isn't much of a surprise considering how we've seen him deal with situations and emotions like this, when he starts losing a sense of control over himself and his situation he'll start distracting himself. The entirety of chapter 3 we see him do this, focusing on some random wedding to distract himself and attempt to gain some sort of control to avoid dealing with a scary situation.

So, we've seen his struggle with confronting difficult feelings or practically any negative emotion. But thanks to that thing called character development he's getting better! but, not quiet there yet. While he's no longer attempting to avoid the situation all-together he's still struggling to deal with and talk about these negative feelings. He's swayed by his emotions, leads with his heart and such. So, he doesn't think things through on a logical ground as Jock would. I've said it before: they bring out the best of each other.

But when being an emotional person he feels everything very strongly, so, when it comes to any form of negative emotion he really feels it. He's started spiraling and as a way of coping his brain has shut down and gone on auto pilot mode.

It sort of reminded me something I do, I'll be staring at nothing and letting my mind just wonder. Of course, when I'm feeling/or something makes me upset it's amplified and becomes less-so relaxing and more-so spiraling as my mind wonders to bad places. I think that's what's happening with Sanders here, to put it simply: he's freaking the fuck out. And he doesn't know how to deal with it, his brain shuts down, most likely as a defense mechanism.

Eventually, he'll get there. Both Jock and Sanders are learning from one another and constantly improving, growing and changing. I'm just interested to see how it'll play out.

[localkittycat]

my therian experience QnA

but i give wayyy too long answers. i will let it all out here. warning for a yappathon. potentially sad.

1; when did you find out you were not human?

long, long before i knew the word therian existed. i knew i wasn't "human" like that ever since i could think. partially due to the way i was raised, treated and how my brain formed. i started out as a void, a walking space of nothing, on auto pilot. in survival mode for many years. i have never recognized myself in a mirror. i have the intelligence to know thats me. but its not. i was a shifting void, attaching onto the things i loved. cats, lions, tigers, snow leopards, lynxs, opposums, isopods, owls, foxes. too many to list. it helped me cope. i took on their shape temporarily. i still struggle with attaching myself to things, its who i am. but ive evolved, finally taken shape. at the very least i know that i have wings, i know that i was meant to glide and fly along the clouds. my shape was that of a seagull, then a pelican, then a duck. and back to the void i went- forgetting my nature, every time i stop attaching myself, its like i fall apart. it's involuntary. ive tried to stop caring as much. and thats where i am now. i am a crow shaped void.

2; how did you find out you were not human?

like mentioned, it was always like that. i was often something akin to a humanoid pet to people who called me a friend. well, i also played the pet in house, i loved playing nonhuman characters in games, i especially remember loving the legend of zelda: skyword sword for its mechanic of flying through the map on a loftwing (large bird). i also liked twilight princess, for both epona and wolf link. midna will forever give me gender envy. i roleplayed alot too, sometimes warrior cats. most of the time just whatever came to mind, always nonhuman. ive always been nocturnal, and my body always felt off. it was phantom limbs, which i basically have permanently now. i always felt so disconnected from my peers, my family. i dont have a great upbringing when we're talking about this body, but i feel i am not quite from this planet, perhaps. a wanderer. maybe ive had many lives. who knows.

3; what's your identity and how do you feel?

i am a creature. sounds vague, but that's the point. i am me. the secret evil third thing. i am a very scattered person and through this my identity takes a heavy hit. this, what soecies i am, is the only thing i am still questioning at all. ive got my gender, my sexuality, my life goals all figured out. it just feels like something's missing inside of me. i am a deeply mentally ill individual, as you can tell, of course this has an impact. i know I'm not human. i am not human to the point its my objective reality. no matter how this body seems to onlookers, it is in truth not human. whatever this feeling is, it will haunt me for life. i am a shifting, shaping creature and may always be. i just take on forms i like, that feel right, even if not for long. i feel,, neutral about it at the end of the day. not much i can do. maybe I'm plural! could explain alot of the back and fourth. but who knows.

4; how do you express your nonhumanity?

my lovely lovely boyfriend is a big support in me finding myself as a creature, as a person. i pet regress, i have shifts, and express myself as an animal "after hours" too. getting to let go as i regress in some way helps with alot of mental anguish and keeps me grounded. tho, i dont have regular shifts. i am always animal, perma shifted one would say. however i notice that full regression is a different state of mind for me. i regress to the creature i once was. ive grown alot. i enjoy wearing collars, i like taking back that aspect of myself, its a power move for me. i have little socks with realistic paws printed on them. i used to wear paw gloves quite a bit. but most of the time my phantom limbs are enough to feel...whole. also my sensory sensitivity makes it difficult to wear more than necessary when i have these 24/7. otherwise i go for dark, oversized clothing. the loose feel remind me of a layer of feathers and wings. i like keeping legs mostly exposed, very similar to how birds dont have feathers on their claws. windy weather makes me feel extra comfy. i feel most at home during autumn usually. other ways are, of course, art. as you can see on my profile. i draw every little feeling that comes up. also character customisation makes me very happy (think the sims). any games with nonhuman characters front and center (splatoon, pokemon, nonhuman mario characters).

5; favorite media relating to your nonhumanity?

it definitely used to be five nights at freddys. it was perfect, i felt represented. a childs soul inhabiting a weird, animalistic robot? it was perfect. it still means alot to me. another, funnily enough, is spongebob squarepants. i felt so much more connected to him than any human kids cartoon on air. that series raised me. next up, my little pony deserves a spot. magical little horses in a cute utopia, some which fly?! you know who my favorite used to be. derpy, rainbow dash and moon dancer is the answer btw. i also listened to alot of fan music made for all of the above. nowadays, an artist named horsegiirL i tend to listen to (when I'm not balls deep in metal), because she's a horse. she makes songs about this, unsure if she's actually a therian or not tho. uhh, the sonic movies also make me very euphoric. i like the "sentient animal meets human" trope.

6; how does your queerness relate to your nonhumanity?

its intertwined for me. i care little the same way an animal cares. i do what feels right, thats it. and that is how ive always expressed myself. i do not have the concept of gender the typical person has, i was never really taught or made to perform any of it. i knew what i preferred tho, since humans care so much. so i gave them what they wanted, but i guess it wasnt what was expected of me. their loss. i only label myself because humans put such an emphasis on it. i mean, its nice, like a little bow ontop. but i dont mind either way.