#okay it's almost guaranteed i'll be in his walls

[cactiaintracist]

One thing I love so much about the 60th anniversary specials is how it shows how much in love the doctor and donna are with each other.

(and no there is nothing sexual or romantic, but they are still so so in love with each other, it makes my heart melt)

[maxlarens]

just a really short oscar x driver!reader thing based on this ask!!! as usual the driving/race events are based totally off vibes and i cannot guarantee any kind of accuracy there.

You don't even see it.

It's a blink and you'll miss it crash.

There's a mess of Ferrari, McLaren and inexplicably a Haas in front of you. Someone goes wide, gets squeezed into a corner, then Leclerc is clipping the back of Oscar's MCL38 and he's in a tailspin.

Ka-thunk. His front end into the barrier.

Leclerc and Hulkenberg whiz around him, spared from a crash, but you can see red pieces of livery already on the track. Could be either of them, or both of them maybe. You respond like lightning, rocketing around Oscar's smouldering car— into the next corner, onto the next straight—

Smoke. There was smoke.

Your heart is beating fast as it is, crashes on track are like that, but you're thinking fire smoke Oscar and suddenly your heart is thundering in your chest. Your hands shake slightly as you press the radio button on your steering wheel.

"Is he okay? Is Oscar okay?", your voice is shaky, from the shuddering of the car, from panic.

You already know a snippet of your radio is going to be on Sky News, or F1 TV. You decide you don't care. Knowing Oscar is okay is vastly more important than potentially betraying something private to the world. You force yourself to breathe. In out. In out.

The seconds you wait for Rachel's reply feel like hours.

Crackle, "That's a red flag. Come in."

You know it's a red flag. You'd already passed the Haas in the gravel, bits of car on the track. Oscar's in the wall. Of course it's a red flag.

"Rachel," you bark, panic clawing up your throat as you slow the car down to a crawl, "Is he okay?"

Crackle. Milliseconds tick by at an unbearable pace. You're heading into the pit lane now, you really need an answer before you get out of the car. Otherwise you're prone to grab the first engineer you can find and demand an answer from them. Or to sprint down to McLaren to check. That would be embarrassing on live television. Plus you'd probably get a fucking fine from the FIA.

"He's okay. He's out of the car."

You roll to a stop in the pit lane outside the Mercedes garage, let out a ragged breath to yourself as the car is spun around and pulled in. In out. In out. He's fine. You're fine. Oscar's fine.

There's the phantom smell of smoke in your nostrils, you almost feel the heat of fire at your back. A memory of something past. Your heart thuds rapidly in your chest, despite the lack of real danger.

God, what you would give right now to see him. Touch him. Put your hands on his face to make sure he's real and alive and here.

send me a prompt/req + driver and i'll write something. please check if my requests are open first 💖

[blingblong55]

Young and Beautiful-Alejandro Vargas NSFW

A/N: so desperately want to kiss him, look at that cute face uggghhh

Based on a request:

Hi Kasper 🖤 If there is a spot available still, could I get an Alejandro Vargas x f!reader with a breeding kink + dbf au?? if you're not doing 2 from the list, either is fine. Thank you, I hope you have a good weekend --- F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dbf!Alejandro, breeding, unprotected!sex P-in-V, age gap, gentle!sex ---

A/N: all characters are of consensual/legal age

It started with an innocent question that now has his hand over your mouth as he fingers you. Your tried to suppress the moans from escaping but his thick fingers kept rubbing your clit and giving you the pleasure you longed for. "Ale-" You try to stop him but all he does is undo his trousers. Your dad and mum are downstairs as he corrupts the daughter of his best friend. "Shhh chula, be a good girl and keep quiet," he kisses your lips this time and slowly pushes himself onto you. His hands under your shirt, neck kisses that guarantee hickeys to be shown.

Clothes were thrown to the side, "I'll take good care of you," he whispers and rubs his tip on your clit. Your legs spread open for him. The bedroom of his friend's 'little girl' now used to have sex in. He gives your clit a few smacks with his tip before slowly slipping it inside you. You gasp, his size too much to take, you let out a whimper to which he kisses you to keep the noise down. "It's okay, be a good girl and take it," he whispers between kisses. Your hands are on his back, holding him close as he thrusts into you with care. His kisses are intense, tongue lapping yours, fighting for that bit of dominance, he can't take back what he said. "I'll ruin you, Chula." A promise he meant to keep.

His thick cock nearly too deep into you, hitting all the right spots, your clit rubbed on by his fingers. "I bet you fingered yourself to me, huh." a cocky smirk on him. Oh, how he loved to know you dreamt of this moment, to get absolutely corrupted by a man like him. His not-so-innocent girl had a vibrator in her drawer, one he planned on using, not tonight, but maybe tomorrow for yet another 'friendly' dinner. "Wouldn't you look so cute, filled with my kids," he kisses you again. His kiss is like drugs to you, addicting yet alluring. You can't help but bite his lip in return, trying to stay quiet for him. His cock now fucking into you with rhythm, and you let out a moan. "Shh, wouldn't want to let daddy know what his friend is doing to his daughter, now would we?" His chuckle is deep and rich with lust.

His back with light scratches from you, your neck with two visible love bites. His hand goes to your tummy rubbing it and looking into your eyes, "Look at you, so perfect and even more so if I fucked my kids into you," his beard tickles the skin of your jaw as he whispers. A knock from the door, "R/N, Ale, you ready?" A surprise he and you were in the room to begin with. Another innocent question he gave you months ago. The surprise in the closet as your cunt gets filled with his cock. You clear your throat, "Almost done Dad, fixing a few stuff." you call out the lie. "Alright honey," your dad responds and heads back to the longue. "mmm, what a bad liar, mi corazon," a smirk like the devil as he notices your hand fly to the one he had on your clit.

"C'mon, let go for me," he ensures. Your head is thrown back as your juices leak all over his thick and needy cock. He smiles, "That's it, that's a good girl," he watches you ride this high. Your hips rocked into his cock, his pre-cum leaking into you. "Oh, what beautiful face you have, R/N," he grins, adoring how you try your best to keep quiet as he brings you to the first orgasm of the night. He holds your hips, thrusts become faster and whispered groans escape his lips. "Ale...Ale" desperate whispers leave your lips. "I know, Chula," his voice soft. The tip of his fat cock, filling your walls with his cum. You can feel him fill you up, cum leaking out as he continues to thrust.

Hard and slow thrusts that turn to whispers of sweet nothings, that's what he offers as he wipes the tears from your pretty face. "Ay mi amor, don't cry," he kisses your forehead before trailing down to your cheeks and lips. He pulled out and laid next to you, big arms holding you. Your head resting on his chest, hair brushed by his fingers. "You really are a dream, R/N." His gaze is on the ceiling. Naked bodies lay together, resting from the high you gave the other. Kisses to his chest before he brings those kisses back to his lips. New promises made, corruption, possession, love and secrecy. The young and beautiful, the soldier and corruptor, kissing to lock the deal.

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[novankenn]

Jaune Arc of Orleans

An Uncomfortable Journey

Seriously?" Jaune whined as he held a device of pure malice and dread in his hands. It was an amalgamation of plastics, metal and circuitry.

"Listen kid." the stubbly, grimy and partially drunk man accompanying him spoke. "You wanted to go to Beacon..."

"I NEED to go to Beacon!" Jaune snapped at Qrow. "I NEED to!"

"Okay, okay, take it down a notch." Qrow lifted his hands in a pacifying motion. "YOU need to be at Beacon and the only way your scary as fuck mom would let that happen is if ONE I escort you there myself. TWO I swear on my life that you will remain physically safe and unharmed."

Qrow took a swig from his flask before continuing.

"THREE that I guarantee that as she put it, some loose legged hussy didn't get her hands on you..." Qrow grumbled, "and FOUR that I make sure when we are not in our private quarters that you wear a chastity belt to preserve your virtue for your future wife."

"This is stupid!" Jaune shouted as he threw the abomination ineffectually against the wall of their cabin. "Girls don't..."

"Exactly. Girls don't, and to be honest most guys don't either... you however are... special."

"Yeah special." Jaune grumbled as he dropped his ass onto the second of the two narrow beds that lined the walls of the private cabin. "So special that I'm being auctioned off to the highest bidder as a husband."

"Jaune I'm sorry that you're in this situation. I am." Qrow offered, "But you are not so stupid to not understand what is going on. You're a male from a reputable and distinguished family."

"I know, and of course that fact that Orleans is not only sitting on massive light dust deposit as well as the largest and most accessible Mutable Dust deposit on Remnant."

"Yeah, both of which your family has controlling interest in."

"But not the capital resources to engage in efficient and full scale mining operations."

"I knew you were smart kid."

"Doesn't change anything." Jaune snapped.

"Didn't say it did." Qrow replied. "Now if you don't have anything else but complaints I suggest we both take this chance and have a nap."

"And if I don't feel like it and want to explore?"

"Put on the belt, and have at it." Qrow had to suppress a chuckle at the sudden downtrodden look that crossed the young man's boyish features. "You know I'll unlock it as soon as you get back."

"I still hate it." Jaune grumbled.

"Then have a nap, or read something on your scroll. Play a game, or pray." Qrow suggested, "Just DO NOT leave this room without that belt on, or your mom will skin and tan both our asses. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah." Jaune muttered as he climbed fully on to his bunk and rolled over his back facing Qrow who was lounging on his own bunk. Qrow remained flat on his back, his head tilted just enough that he could keep an eye on his travelling companion.

Qrow understood Jaune's frustrations. But there wasn't much that he could do to ease them. That damnable plague had forever changed the ratio of male to female... in the favor of females. Which did provide some plentiful opportunities for the more adventurous men of the world. But for those males born into more affluent or traditionalist leaning families, it was a suffocating weight upon their shoulders.

Being male was almost a curse. Your options for employment, schooling, recreation were severely limited by politicians, doctors and officials intent on keeping what remained of the those human and faunus that bore the XY chromosomes.

Qrow was an outlier. HIs skills, temperament and semblance making him much more suited for a role that for the last century and a half was a female dominated occupation. Yet as he watched his young charge, slowly succumb to sleep, Qrow thought that Jaune could be an outlier like himself. That thought caused the often drunken man to sigh, and silently hope that he was mistaken.

==> Table of Contents <==

Mutable Dust = A rare gray coloured dust that when mixed with other dusts takes on the properties of said dust. The ration is 30/70, so if 6 kilos of pure fire dust is cut with 2 kilos of mutable dust you in fact now have the equivalent of 8 kilos of pure fire dust.

[u-f-e]

One Last Glance

Pairing: astarion x fem!reader, 

WC:3.4k

Content: no y/n mentioned, revival scrolls don’t exist here we live for the angst, minor durge reader, not quite canon to game

Warnings: angst, major character death, self sacrificing, hurt no comfort, some gore, 

Summary: As much as Astarion loves to be nosey, he also knows when best to turn tail and run. You on the other hand have always been stubborn to no end. When one of your nosey adventures doesn't go as planned it’s time the ultimate sacrifice is paid. Curiosity killed the cat and no satisfaction could bring this back.

A/N: hi, this is like my first ever one-shot fic that I've done. and also my first time using tumblr. It's rough its angst and something that I accidentally did in my own game and took inspiration from to pop out this guy. I'm really slow with writing altho I do love it so I'll eventually slowly be adding more stuff. But yeah, hope you like tha angst <3ufe

*** Curse your curiosity. When you had agreed to help Grey with avenging her fallen sister you never thought that it would lead to an underground hidden submersible. You certainly never thought that it would lead to one of Gortash’s underwater prisons. But really you should’ve known better by now. You also should’ve known that jackass Gortash wouldn't believe you when you said you had just been curious. Now you’re here, docked at a prison waiting to explode and your damn saviour complex can’t leave without rescuing everyone. The only problem is you don’t know how long you have till the place goes sky high. You’re stuck in your head, you want to save them, you need to. But this is probably one of the most nerve wracking adventures yet. You don’t know what awaits you beyond the hatch or how long the ticking clock has. You have a feeling it’s not long though. You also don’t want to force your friends and lover into yet another dangerous situation because of your damn curiosity. Your rag-tag group has always managed to get out with just a few scrapes and bruises, but this time you’ve got a bad feeling about it. There’s too many uncalculated variables.

Through the time you’ve been together Astarion has gotten good at being able to tell when you’re stuck in your head. When you’re stuck between two different moral paths. Usually he’s one to take the path of least resistance, usually the one involving retreating. He knows you too well now, he knows you won’t listen, he knows that above all else you feel it’s your duty to save the people within these watery prison walls. Something to do with a way to atone for all that you’ve wronged in your dark past. Knowing this he approached you, a gentle hand finding its place on the small of your back, “we’re not leaving without the prisoners, are we, darling?” 

It was less a question and more a statement. He was giving you the push to make the decision you knew you couldn’t walk away from. “I can’t leave them Star. I can’t leave knowing I’ve just doomed them to a fiery watery death. Yet I can’t guarantee your safety this time. There’s so many things I can’t control. So many unknowns-”

“When have we ever walked away from a challenge, away from you?”

You looked back towards him and then at the rest of the group, they all had small reassuring smiles on their faces. Karlach stood in the back, holding up two thumbs ups, her smile the biggest of all. You smiled back at the group and looked up once more to Astarion. After a beat you gave a nod and turned back to the hatch.

“Okay. We got this”

You don’t got this. As soon as you all descended into the prison the place gave a not so reassuring shake. There were lights flashing everywhere, alarms blaring, water leaking already and the place had a nauseating fishy smell that you feared would be glued to your nostrils for weeks following this. If you made it out of this, that is. Not only all that but you could see guards down almost every hallway.

“Sahuagins, ‘sea devils’, vicious and merciless. Watch yourselves around them” Gale warned from the back of the group. You gave a huff and nod as you ran over plans through your head.

“Okay. We don’t know how long we have in here. We need to be in and out as fast as possible. Get as many people out before the place blows. Preferably everyone. We won’t have the time to kill the sea devils so just try to hold them off as much as possible. Keep them away from the prisoners as I doubt they have the ability to defend themselves. Since we don’t know how long we have I’d suggest we split up. Shadowheart, Karlach, you go left, east. Gale, Lae’zel you go south, straight. That seems to be where a big portion of the fishy guards are, from what I can see. I need you both to find a way to keep them at bay while we get everyone out. Got it?”

Those I named gave curt nods before splitting off. 

“You and I to the right then?” Astarion smiled, reaching a hand towards you.

“Forever and always, remember?” You took his hand as he gave you a grin. His devilish teeth shining beautifully in the dim damp light. With your hands intertwined tightly you both ran off down the right corridor.

Since the moment Astarion first held a knife to your throat you both have worked so well together. You worked like a well oiled machine, being able to immediately tell what the other was planning and work with and off of their actions. It’s what made it so easy for the both of you to connect. Through battle, through messing around, or trauma bonding. The only parts you’ve ever had difficulties is where your stubbornness lies. You always wanted to help people, despite all the complaints Astarion would throw your way. You always ignored him on that front, sticking to your morals. You’d appease him later by the two of you messing with Gale anyways. Knowing this and having him willingly running down the hall with you, opening prison doors as you go, with not a groan or whine in complaint to be heard. It was greatly appreciated. It was just another reason why you knew you’d never be able to leave him after this whole tadpole situation was over. Once the netherbrain was destroyed, Baulder’s Gate restored and Astarion free from any past torturer. It’s one complaint that you knew you’d never back down from if presented with. He was stuck with you now. And you stuck with him.

Finding a lover through all this crazed nonsense was not something he had ever planned. If you had told him before that he’d have a tadpole put in his brain, be free of Cazador, and fall in love with the women he’d threaten in first meeting. He’d tell you you’d gone absolutely mad. Yet here he was, following you down corridors, your lives dangling on a thin wire ready to snap at any moment, as you opted to care for others instead of yourself. As annoying as your stubbornness can be, he wouldn’t say it’s something he hates about  you. In fact it was one of the many reasons that made him love you. Your innate ability to stare down the barrel of danger and smile while saying no to backing down. It was probably the hottest and sexiest thing he’s seen someone do. No, he didn’t hate it. What he did hate was the blatant disregard for your own safety that followed that stubbornness. He’s not one to miss how every adventure the group has gone on you’ve always come out with the brunt of the injuries. Always the one to jump in front of your friends, keep them from getting hurt. 

He’s tried to bring it up in the past but you’ve always brushed it off. A coincidence, you’d say. Yet it’d happen every time. It worried him. You were as much a ticking time bomb in his eyes as much as this prison was. Just one wrong move, one move too late and he'll never get to see that smile again, never hear that laugh. He couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t. This adventure he was determined to get you out of here with the least amount of injuries as possible. 

Usually between the two of you it would be you that would hold off any enemies while Astarion was the one to sneak around completing tasks. This time however Astarion had managed to convince you to allow him to hold off the Sahuagins while you went around and unlocked the cells. Let me tell you, these things were ruthless. You felt bad for the amount of groans you could hear coming from Astarion, despite how hard he’d try to keep them as quiet as possible. Thankfully there weren’t too many cells needing to be opened. Once you’d gathered everyone you rejoined with Astarion and helped him knock the last Sahuagin out for now. 

“Go, get them to the submersible. I’ll follow behind and make sure they stay down and that we don’t lose anyone.”

He paused and looked between you and the knocked creatures, he went to protest but you stopped him with a look. He knew the look. It was the look you gave him when you were being stubborn and would refuse to have your mind changed.

“Fine…. But don’t stray too far behind you hear me?” He gave you his own stern look that you could never say no to. You gave a curt nod then motioned for him to go. He gave you one last glance before turning and motioning for the prisoners to follow him. You stayed back and ushered the group ahead, keeping an eye on the Sahuagins on the ground. Once the last prisoner passed you followed. 

Up ahead you could see Astarion helping the prisoners to get up the ladder. Karlach and Shadowheart having joined them as well. Amongst the prisoners you could even see Wyll’s dad. Good. You owed it to him to get his dad back. You felt bad about Wyll. You had been so focused on some of the other group members and their troubles that you hadn’t even noticed Wyll not acting the same. And now he’s been taken, all because of you. Well at least that’s what you believe. Anyone else, even Wyll, would say that it’s not your fault. You would insist otherwise. You could just start to hear the other’s conversation as you grew near, Gale and Lae’zel joining the centre as well.

“We got everyone from the east. A few entanglements with nets but otherwise everyone is fine and out,” Karlach reported.

“We managed to hold back the large group of Sahuagins for the most part. There were quite a few of them. The hallways have heat sensors we discovered. So the south airlock doors have been sealed. It doesn’t seem like they actually know too much about the mechanisms so the doors should hold them back for now.” Gale huffed out, panting from exhaustion. Lae’zel looked hardly affected by the matter.

“We managed to get everyone from our end!” You informed, as you joined the group.

“Another mission successful it would seem!” Shadowheart smiled.

“Yes, now all that’s left is us. If you would be so kind, I wouldn't mind leaving now. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think water and fire would go too well in our situation right now.” Sarcastic as ever Astarion was. 

Everyone gave a small chuckle and nod in agreement and started heading up the ladder. Maybe you do got this. It was just the two of you left to climb the ladder when Astarion reached over and pulled you to him into a crushing kiss, overcome by a great sense of need. His kisses always took your breath away. He always threw everything into his kisses. All his passion, his love, his adoration. He never left anything to the imagination. You could read every thought, every intention, all his love for you in every single one of his kisses. It was intoxicating and addicting and you could never get enough of it. Through this kiss you could tell every worry he’s had during this whole debacle, every stress, every panic. You could sense his need for this, for the accomplishment, for the kiss itself, and for what would be sure to come later tonight when it’s just the two of you laid in his tent. Not only all that but your lips always just fit so right against his. Your lips, your body, your everything. It was like you were made for him and he was made for you. It felt like an eternity and yet like it wasn’t long enough before the both of you pulled away, breaths heavy with desire and passion. 

“I love you,” he affirmed against your lips.

“And I you,” you pecked his lips once more before motioning to the ladder with your head. 

“Now we must leave, Star. Who knows how much time we have left.”

He gave his one last peck to your lips before pulling away to start his ascension to the submersible. It felt almost too good to be true to Astarion. We were leaving here and he had actually managed to keep you out of trouble. He was quite proud of himself really. He thought it would be almost an impossible task. Yet here it seems to have been done. Now all that's left was to close the hatch and pull away from this gods awful place.

You grinned up at Astarion’s retreating behind as you began to follow him up. Lost in the thrill of possibly getting away from this one unscathed you didn’t hear the gurgling near. Not until you felt yourself get enveloped in a hefty net, trapping you against the ladder. 

“Shit,” you grunted, the weight of the blow winding you slightly. Glancing over you noticed one of the Sahuagins the two of you had knocked out was slowly crawling their way out of the corridor you’d come from. 

“Shit, shit-” you should’ve known things had been going too well. You struggled as you attempted to untangle yourself from the net, feeling like every movement only made the situation worse. You glanced back over to the corridor noticing them getting closer. You couldn’t allow them to get past that door. After a decent amount of struggling you had managed to get one hand free enough to throw a fire bolt down the corridor. The fish watched it fly past before looking back at you. A gurgling sound emanating from its gills, as if it was laughing at you before the corridor erupted in flames and the door sealed shut in its fishy face. You grinned at your accomplishments and proceeded to burn the rest of the net away in annoyance with it. As you began to make your ascent once more you glanced down the east corridor at the worst possible moment. What you saw made you freeze. The bolts holding this place together were beginning to pop from their homes. The constant tremors having caused them to start to come loose. In the seconds it took to realize what was happening you watched as the first explosion began down the far corridor, the place immediately beginning to flood with water. 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Panicked, you started to try to climb faster only to discover a part of your foot still entangled in net that hadn’t burnt away. You looked back towards the explosions and rushing water and you knew. It was all too good to be true. Seconds felt like minutes and those minutes felt like hours as you took one last glance up at Astarion. He had made it up into the submersible and was just turning around to greet you, help you up, when he made eye contact with you and he knew. He knew things were wrong immediately by the look in your eyes. His stomach dropped, his breath and heart stopped. He felt a cold chill run through him as he watched in slow motion as you shot a crossbow arrow at the hinge in the hatch, forcing it to close with you behind. With the hatch closed the submersible went into auto-pilot, pulling itself away from the docking station and starting to make its way home.

“No…” it felt like the world was caught in his throat as he rushed from the hatch to the giant window only in time to see the prison explode, the shockwaves pushing them farther away. Away from you, away from his life, his heart, his everything.

“NO!” He’d barely spoken, barley cried, yet his voice already felt like sandpaper when he screamed for you, screamed your name. It felt like he’d already spent an eternity crying for you, crying your name into the loneliness of the dark night. Yet he still had an eternity to live. An eternity to miss your kiss, your breath, your warmth your touch your heart your loveyourkindenessyourbodyyour…everything.

He could’ve done better, should’ve done better. He should have known something would happen. It never goes this smoothly, this well. He should’ve made you climb up the ladder first. Gods, why didn’t he do that??! Everything felt numb, empty. It was all passing in a blur. It was quiet and cold and then it was loud and musty. He could barely register the arguments around him. Something about betraying a sister? Who’s sister? He doesn't remember anyone having a sister. It was cold, damp, musty,and then it was bright, breezy and still smelt like gods awful fish. He could feel himself being led, by who or what, he’s not sure. He wished they were your hands. He loved your hands. They were so small and soft and yet harsh and strong. They were dainty yet they also showed the years of experience you’ve had, the troubles you’ve been through in life with the many scars that adorned them. They were beautiful. He loved the feel of your touch, whether innocent or sinful, he could never get enough. Were….were. Here he was already thinking in past tense. You’d barely been gone an hour, has it been an hour? Less? More? Yet, he was already changing the way he thought of you. It wasn’t right. None of this was right. Where were you? You should be here. Something’s wrong. Why weren’t you here? Why’s everything so cold? So numb? There was a constant buzzing that he just couldn’t seem to get to go away. What was wrong with him? Where was he? He doesn’t remember how he got here. One moment he was underground the next he was walking the streets of Baulder’s Gate alone searching for you. Where were you? It’s not like you to disappear like this. Surely you’d have told him if you were going any-

He froze. His whole brain and world collapsed when he saw you. You, lying on the beach face down. Where one would be after being washed up on shore. He made a mad scramble down. He could vaguely feel his hands and legs being scraped and and scratch during his descent to the sands but he could hardly care. Not when he could see you, or what was left of you really. He skidded to a kneel beside you, hands immediately going to touch you, turn you over. You were so cold. You’ve never been this cold before, you hated being cold. You were always warm, you were his favourite heater to snuggle. You shouldn’t be this cold, especially to him. He could hardly recognize you. Not an inch of your precious skin could he see that wasn't marred in deep wounds, gashes and blood. Your bones shattered to pieces, broken like fragile porcelain. This wasn’t his love, not as you should be. Yet this is what you were now. This was what was made of you. What your last adventure had done. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until he saw the tears falling from his face onto your’s. It was upon the realization that he was crying that turned it from silent sniffles to violent sobs. Sobs that racked his body. Sobs that echoed for miles on end. Sobs that would haunt anyone who heard, who listened for days to come. They were the cries of a broken man. A shattered man. He’d lost his love, his heart. It was something he’d never be able to get back. Something that would take years, if not an eternity, to overcome. He was to face the hardest challenge of them all. Because you were gone. This was real, this was true. He’d never get to see you again. Never get to experience your touch, your kiss, your laugh, your love, your heart. 

 You got to share one last adventure, one last kiss, one last laugh, one last ‘i love yous’, one last glance before this was your end. 

[the-bau-quinjet]

Almost no plot, just sad feelings and a comforting Steve blurb. Trigger warnings are tagged :)

"Are you okay?" Steve whispered from the doorway, but he could tell you heard him. The near silent shake of your shoulders was answer enough, but the sobs really clued him in. "What's wrong?"

Your absence at dinner was enough to tip him off. You were never one to miss a team meal. In fact, you were usually the life of the party.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you whispered, voice breaking.

"What do you mean?" Steve's sincere confusion only made you break down harder.

“I try so hard to be happy. I’ve tried everything. Tinkering with shit in the lab with Tony. I’ve tried Happy’s crosswords. Peter’s obsession with Star Wars. I cooked with Wanda, and tried learning everything there is to know about knives from Nat. I’ve tried reading when I'm bored, even tried The Hobbit like Bucky suggested."

"You just have to find your thing," Steve tried to help, but he felt out of his depth. He'd never seen you like this before.

“I taught myself how to crochet. That worked for awhile, but I haven’t touched my latest project in months. I made a photo collage for my wall. That was good for about two hours until I finished it. I tried watercolors, made two paintings and quit. Puzzles. Games. Embroidery. Writing. Fucking woodburning. You name it, I can guarantee I’ve tried."

Your words were garbelled, but Steve could still make them out. He inched closer slowly, trying not to make it worse.

“Nothing works okay? Nothing works because no matter what I still feel empty. I still feel like I’m missing something… and it’s killing me that I can’t be who I was before. Because I don't even know what it was that made me like this! I don't know what before is anymore because I should be fine! I should be okay! Nothing that bad has happened to me, so why do I feel so empty?"

"Hey, no. Just because there was no one event doesn't mean you can't feel the way you feel. Sometimes, no most times, it's not rational."

"But there should be a reason! I... I need a reason..."

You turned to look at him, the redness of your eyes breaking his heart. Still, you tried to smile at him.

"You don't have to put on a brave face with me." The words seemed to resonate, your mask dropping in lieu of more tears. He finally reached the bed and sat down next to you. This close, he could see the apprehension in your eyes. "Did something happen?"

"A few weeks ago..." you trailed off, still unsure.

Steve thought through everything he could remember about the last few weeks. Only one thing stood out from normal.

"When you visited your sisters?" he asked gently. You nodded, a fresh sob escaping. "Are they okay?"

"They're fine," you whispered. "Well, as fine as usual anyway. I told them..."

"Told them what?" Steve encouraged gently.

"About cutting myself," you said so quietly he wouldn't have heard if not for his enhanced senses.

Steve held back his surprise at the admission knowing it wouldn't help. Still he had to say something.

"That's a good first step. I," he cleared his throat. "I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me."

You smiled slightly, expression falling into more tears when you kept talking.

"They haven't brought it up. Not once." Steve held you as you sobbed. "I know it's... awkward? I guess? And I know they love me, but... but sometimes it feels like it's only when it's helpful for them... Like maybe they don't actually care if I can't be what they need..."

You broke down again, voice cracking as you admitted your fears.

"I'll be here," Steve said quietly, but with resolve. "I'll help you through it."

"How?" you asked brokenly. It wasn't a demand, but a desire for reassurance.

"I don't know..." Steve felt his inadequacies like a physical weight. "But we'll figure it out. You're not alone in this. I'm here. I'll always be here."

[uwukillmenowowo]

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 [Tokyo Debunker X F!Reader]

[ 3 | Stars] 『⭐』

Key's for the story: Insert - Narrative - And then she stared at her reflection in the mirror [Insert] - Author speaking - [Eyyy there- wazzup readers] "Insert" - Talking - "Hey there!" [But can also be air quotes] 'Insert' - Thinking - 'Dame he's cute...' "Insert" - Whispering - "I- I messed up..." [But can also be an emphasis on a word/phrase, or flashback] (Insert) - Inner mind..? - (Deadass doesn't know how to explain it here) *Insert* - Action - *Sighs with their head down*[INSERT] - Magic - [OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!] or [IGGNAIM!]

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 2 | Not Home] 『🏠』

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[Book 0] The Academy of Ghouls

[Chapter 3] Galaxy Train, Riding On the Stars

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{Your POV}

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"Umm... Haku..?" He looked and me and hummed. "the... The train is about to leave.." I pointed at the train and Haku nodded. "Sure is." I watched as the train pulled away from the station. 'If he pulls me to some secret portal I might freak out.' I thought.

Haku was standing hands on his hips in front of an ice cream vending machine. I continued my interrogation. "Shouldn't we have gotten on it if we're headed for Tokyo Bay?" I shrugged, hoping that he wasn't going to say what I think he's gonna say. "This way's faster, actually." Okay- He didn't say the line but that's almost close...

Haku scanned his phone on the vending machine and... the vending machine let out a meow..? I smiled, finding that quite cute. But then... the vending machine slid open to reveal, "S-Space?!" I questioned in shock. "Don't let go of my hand." Haku suddenly grabbed my hand and he dragged me into the space door. "WHOA!" I yelped and kept a tight hold of the hairclip that Prince Rielle gave me.

"E-Eh..? We're... floating? Wait no... We're falling..." I hummed as I cleared my vision. "Haha! I like your energy. That's right. We're falling slowly." Haku pulled me closer to him and pointed to a bunch of stuff. "It's lost property." Haku explained. "Oop- Look out, we're about to speed up." I flinched and braced myself as we fell faster.

*Tmp*

"This is out stop. I stared in awe. "A train station in space?!" I took out my phone and took some photos and Haku laughed. "Don't worry. Unlike the last one, this train comes with a safety guarantee." I just hummed as I heard a train pull up. 'Yup... this is definitely magic...' I sweatdropped and hid my wand in my blazer pockets... Actually I kinda regret wearing my NRC uniform now... The pockets are too small...

"That's out ride." I looked to where the trail whistle was and gasped as I saw a train, riding on stars. "A steam train on stars? It's beautiful!" I awed. "That's the Galaxy Express. You've never seen one before?" Taking his question seriously, I shook my head. "Ahah! I meant in cartoons and comics~" Haku then walked forward to the train while I took more photos. "We're in the realm of non-fiction though. Go on, climb aboard."

I hummed and groaned. "Safety guaranteed, remember? Don't worry~ If anything happens, I'll protect you." Haku offered me a hand so I smiled as I felt a bit safer. "Okay" We walked into the train and I took more photos. 'It's beautiful!' I smiled.

Then I lowered myself into a seat. The soft velvet was so comfortable I relaxed just a little in spite of myself. The levers, switches, and dials peppered throughout the train car were reminiscent of an old age gone by. The warm wooden walls were lit by antique lamps hung from the ceiling. The starry sky outside was visible through the windows. "it's absolutely stunning." I awed more and took more photos. "Meow." I yelped at the sudden noise and looked around to find a white cat with a train conductors cap on. 'SO CUTE!' I thought and pulled Haku's sleeve out of reflex while I took photos of the cat.

"Heheh- Sorry to spring this one on you. Could you take us to the academy?" The cat walked pass us and I started taking a video. Then the cat turned around and meows happily. The swaying bottlebrush tail disappeared into the driver's compartment and I stopped the video. A beat later, the steam whistle blew, and the train chugged forward.

"That's the conductor. Don't worry- he doesn't bite." My jaw dropped. "That cat is the conductor..?" The train began to pick up speed, then entered a tunnel. 'I have to send this to Idia and Ortho!' I smiled. But before I clicked send I thought against it. 'Or... maybe later... they might ask if I got home. If tell them no then they'll probably tell Prof. Crewel... and Crewel will beat Crowley...

'I'll tell them later~' I thought and look a photo. "Ne ne~ Haku. Is it alright if I take a photo of you?" Haku chuckled and sweat dropped. "I expected you to be more nervous than awestruck. But that's kinda cute so why not?" Haku then shrugged and posed, he crossed his right leg over his left and held up a peace sign. I just hummed. "Why was 6 afraid of 7?" Haku became confused and I smirked. "Because 7 ate 9." Haku went wide eyed before he smiled while trying to suppress a chuckle. I took that moment to take a photo of his natural smile. "Aww~ Cute!" I giggled and showed him the photo.

[Srry for low quality]

"Whoa... That's really good..." Haku smiled as he stared at the photo. "You're really good at taking photos [Y/n]." I giggled and scratched the back of my neck. "Thanks. It's a hobby." The roar of the engine fought against the darkness, stirring awake some of the anxiety I'd try to lock away. "Most people'll never get to ride this train, you know. I'm glad that you're making the most of it. Oh look. We're nearly there." At Haku's encouragement, I shifted my gaze out the window.

We emerged from the tunnel, and the inky blackness was replaced by warm sunlight. An enormous building loomed outside the window. The gothic exterior stood solemn and elegant against the blue sky. I felt like I'd stumbled into a fantasy world... For the second time... 'NRC is much bigger but Darkwick seems to have a better budget...' I thought and smiled as I remembered all the teasing moments that Crowley would use the lack of money for stuff.

"We will soon stop of Darkwick Academy"

"This is us. Shall we?" I nodded to Haku and stood up. "I'm surprised that we're there already." The Galaxy Express shuddered to a halt, having reached its destination.

'Please don't be a weird, supernatural, all-boys, school' I pleaded.

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: [ 4 | Academy] 『🖤』

[iamthecomet]

Okay with all the ghoners around here, what are your thoughts about the ghouls masturbation habits?

Oh man, I have lots of thoughts about this--but I'll try to keep it reasonable.

Under the cut to save space.

Mountain: Likes to be able to take his time. So he usually jacks off either late at night (where he can be as loud as he wants) or in his greenhouse where he doesn't think he'll be bothered. He's been walked in on...in both places...a lot (he likes it that way). Rain: Favorite place is in front of a mirror. Likes to watch himself. Always leaves the door unlocked--but if someone walks in he doesn't let them touch. No one does it as good as he does anyway. Cirrus: Has a hard time getting off. It takes a while. So she really only masturbates when she's really feeling it. Has a lot of toys, but really only one that consistently gets the job done. Takes the time to build herself up and enjoy it--since there's no real guarantee that she'll actually be able to cum. Cumulus: Her bed. A vibe. A dildo that presses right up against her G-spot. Candles. Dim lighting. She'll toy with herself for hours. Touch herself all over. Really makes a production out of it. Has to set aside time for it, but it's really one of her favorite parts of the day. Swiss: Is a big fan of drawing it out, but not the same was as Cumulus. Likes to toy with himself throughout the day. Excusing himself to go stroke himself for a few minutes, get close, and then stop. Likes to see how long he can torture himself for. Dew: Generally just wants to jerk off and get it over with. Would prefer to fuck someone...doesn't get the appeal of masturbation for fun. Chases his orgasm viciously. Tucking himself into dark corners of hallway sometimes just to pull frantically at himself until he cums. It never satisfies him for long. Aurora: Size queen. Needs to be full in order to cum. Loves the stretch and the feel of clamping down on something. It takes a lot of time to get really prepared for it--so she doesn't masturbate very often. Preferring to find someone to fuck her instead. Aether: Every day in the shower. Head pressed against the tiles, hand working himself between his legs, eyes clamped closed as fantasies flicker through his mind. Bouncing back on a dildo suctioned to the shower wall. Aeon: Secretive about it. Shuts and locks the door. Clamps his jaws around his pillow so no one can hear him whine. Ruts into his hand, or lays on his belly and fucks against his sheets or another pillow. Always fantasizing about someone or everyone. Almost always cries out someone's name as he cums. Is not as quiet as he hopes he is. Sunshine: Her favorite place is outside, in the sun, just out in the open. Naked in the breeze. Back arching against whatever she's laying on or leaning against. Sunlight catching in her copper hair. Always has to cum more than once--usually so many times her legs are wobbly.

[holly-louisexox]

Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 32

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices...

...But then things changed.

"Looks like Mum and Dad went out." Andy states as he and Delia enter the empty house. "Nevermind, um, right the stairs here can be a bit of a pain because there isn't really anything to hold on to. We'll leave the bags here and I can carry you up to my room and then I'll come back for the bags in a minute."

"I'm sure I can manage to crawl up the stairs without a hand rail Andy." Delia laughs as she carefully sets her backpack down on the floor.

"I don't care you're not taking that risk." Andy declares before carefully picking Delia up in his arms like he had done so many times already; it had almost become natural to Andy at this point. Holding Delia in his arms felt right and like home.

Andy had been wanting Delia to meet his parents since he spoke to them again and he knew his Mum was extremely excited to meet Delia; after all, Amy just wanted to see him happy. Andy had also come up with the idea of wanting to see how Delia would respond to a new place that she did not know after all that had happened. He had been researching PTSD and took note of some of the signs to look out for so that he could best help Delia, one of them being that new and unknown places could become stressful and hard to adjust to. As much as Andy wanted Delia to come to LA with him, he also wanted what was best for her. At least by only visiting his parents' house, if she responded negatively and found it too stressful her parents were a 20 minute drive away.

Entering Andy's room, Delia was immediately met by the many Batman posters that covered the walls, it made Delia chuckle slightly at the thought of a younger Andy being just as Batman obsessed as he is now.

"What's funny?" Andy asks in confusion.

"It's just cute to see that you've always been Batman obsessed." Delia grins looking at him.

"Oh, um, yeah. He's always been my favourite." Andy explains awkwardly before scratching the back of his neck "Knowing my luck, Mum will bring out the embarrassing baby photos of me later and I can guarantee many of them will be of me in some form of Batman suit or Batman outfit."

"Andy, it's adorable." Delia reassures him as she proceeds to sit on the bed to take the pressure of the crutches off her broken ribs; she then looks at Andy in a teasing manner. "Although I can't wait to see these apparent embarrassing photos, I bet sweet, innocent little Andy is super cute."

"Oh behave it you." Andy winks whilst grinning like an idiot "I'm going to get the bags up, I won't be long."

After watching Andy walk out of the room, Delia let out a long sign before carefully laying on one side of the double bed that occupied Andy's childhood room. It was hard for her to imagine Andy living here and being happy, she still found it hard to believe that he had changed his ways at times. Yes, Delia would admit that she fell for Andy faster than she would like to confess, but she had a feeling Andy may have fallen harder than her, after all, he was so adamant on not wanting to date and here he was; he wanted to take care of Delia's every whim and make sure she was okay, he was protective and recently he had been smiling more than she had ever seen him smile on tour. In fact, Delia questioned if she'd ever seen him smile on tour when he was with the group and not playing an act for the fans. Maybe this was all part of the act as well? Maybe there was some truth in her nightmare; maybe Andy just pitied her and was pretending to care.

"What are you thinking about?" Andy asks softly after he had climbed onto the other side of the bed to lay beside Delia. When Andy had gotten there, Delia did not know, how long had he been there even?

"Nothing, nothing." Delia shakes her head slightly to try and get the thoughts out of her head.

"It was obviously something, you had that same look on your face that you always have when you're thinking about something or trying to sort something out." Andy explains as he carefully cups Delia's face to make her look at him.

"It's stupid." Delia sighs looking down slightly to avoid eye contact.

"Tell me." Andy speaks softly.

"How do I know if any of this is real?" Delia asks timidly "How do I know this isn't all some big act of yours before you leave and go back to not caring again?"

"Delia, I promise that this isn't an act." Andy tries to reassure her; this was all part of the doubt running her mind "I never wanted to commit to anyone because I was scared of getting hurt again. I never wanted to give my heart up or open up to anyone, but Delia, you have changed me entirely. I have never felt as attached to anyone as I do with you, being with you feels right and that freaked me out to begin with but I'm not scared anymore. I'm willing to give you all of me because I want all of you whenever you're ready to let that part of you go."

"Andy..." Delia trails off at a loss for words as she feels tears slowly start to fall down her cheeks.

"I'm not about to drop the 'L' bomb because it's not the right time, but Delia I would wait a lifetime if it meant I got to be with you and see you happy." Andy confesses; his heart was now on his sleeve which terrified him but Delia was worth it, she was worth everything to him.

As they stare at each other in loving silence, Andy soon begins to close the gap between the two of them so that he could gently press his lips to Delia's just to show her how real all of this was to him, to tell her through physical touch how much he needed her and cared for her.

Delia felt every emotion from Andy as their lips met and it melt her mentally melt. As much as she was not one for believing in soulmates or any cheesy things like that, if she did have to this is what she imagined it feeling like. The warmth, the familiarity, the safety that Andy brought her. However, as the kiss slowly became more heated, she felt Andy slowly climb above her. At first his presence was welcomed and she felt herself smile into the kiss, but at the speed of a flash of lightning, she had the flash back of Sam hovering over her which made her break away from the kiss in a moment of panic.

"Hey, you're okay." Andy's voice is soft as he carefully climbs from above Delia to instead lay next to her so that he can carefully wrap her in his arms "It's okay, I'm here."

"I'm sorry, as much as I want to, I can't." Delia apologises "I had a flashback of Sam, when he was hovering over me and I panicked."

"It's okay, you don't need to apologise or explain yourself to me." Andy smiles lightly as he looks down at Delia "You don't ever need to feel bad for not wanting sex, you know I'm with you for more than just that."

"I know, but I just feel bad about it still." Delia admits shyly.

"Delia, You don't need to feel bad, I promise." Andy phrases slowly to get Delia to process what he was saying.

"What if I'm stuck like this Andy? What if I can't recover?" Delia asks.

"It's only been a little bit of time, it's going to take a while to move on from this but you will." Andy outlines whilst thinking back to his own experiences.

"Do you think I should see someone about it all? Like a doctor or something?" Delia continues to question; deep down she had always worried about her health and wellbeing after seeing her dad so close to death. Any small bump or lump she found she would always panic about thinking it was something bad.

"That's your choice, I can't decide that for you." Andy explains "However, I know from experience that doctors won't do anything until after 4 weeks, they tell you to track your symptoms and if there's no improvement after 4 weeks that's when they will intervene with either medication or therapy or both. At least that's what they offered to me anyway after Juliet."

"Did any of it help?" Delia questions as she looks at Andy wanting to know more.

Andy let out a long sigh at the thought of it all.

The medication made him feel high for a week, it was a weird feeling. He could recognise everything that was going on around him but he did not feel as if he was a part of anything, he did not feel real; it was almost like some sort of weird outer body experience. He can remember all the conversations that were had with the therapist but none of it seemed real to him. After that week he just remembered feeling numb every single second of every day; he always thought antidepressants were meant to make him happier, but he felt nothing. When he started to turn to drinking, he did not realise the affect the medication would have on him and so the first few drinks hit him like a freight train and he vividly remembers Lonny Jake having to almost carry him back to where they were staying; safe to say he did not drink again after that experience. Another occasion whilst touring, he met a very attractive woman but when he came to going back to the hotel, he was unable to perform; then when he experimented alone, he could never finish. The antidepressants made him feel hollow, made him feel not real, made him not want to do anything; the few support shows they did at this time felt like a chore he was forcing himself to get through. All whilst this was happening, Andy had the overly positive therapist trying to suggest all these 'helpful' and 'healthy' tips to manage his feelings and he thought they were bullshit. After all, how could he manage his feelings if he couldn't even process them from the medication making him feel paralyzed? After stopping the medication and therapy, that's when he swore to himself that emptiness was safe, that he would never get involved romantically or commit to anyone again; until he met Delia who changed something inside him... 

"To tell you the truth, I did not find it helpful, but that doesn't mean it wouldn't help you as everyone is different." Andy stutters slightly "Although I did make some bad choices whilst going through the process of it so maybe that didn't help."

"What sort of bad choices?" Delia was curious now; Andy was on the brink of opening up and, as selfish as it sounds, it made her feel more validated about what she was feeling knowing that Andy did in fact understand her slightly.

"Let's just say I maybe should have listened to what the therapist told me. Also drinking on antidepressants is not a good idea because the first time you do is wild in all the worst ways." Andy is chuckling to himself slightly as he realises what an idiot he sounds. "But whatever happens and whatever you decide, I hope you know I'm going to be here to help you and so will the rest of the band and Shevy, plus your parents. I made the mistake of rejecting that support system and it is probably what made it more difficult for me."

"Is that why you had the act of not caring?" Delia ignores what Andy had said slightly to understand him more.

"Yeah, it is." Andy nods "I turned into a right dickhead and I probably hurt a lot of people, I know it upset the guys more than they ever let on and they eventually just learnt to ignore me slightly and get on with stuff. In a way, I wish I didn't do that because to tell the truth it was exhausting. Even on stage I felt like I was wearing a mask to be the star the fans saw."

"If I ever start to be like that please stop me." Delia begs slightly; she could not imagine ever hurting those around her, nor did she want to.

"You won't, you're so much better than that." Andy confirms before pressing a gentle kiss to Delia's forehead to try and ease her worries.

"Andy? You home?" A voice from downstairs rings through the house.

"Yeah, I'll be down shortly!" Andy calls back before looking at Delia with a huge grin on his face. "Well that's mum and dad back, you ready to meet them? I know mum has been excited to meet you."

"Yeah." Delia breathes nervously as she puts on a small smile "Let's do it."

[layce2015]

John Wick Chapter 4 (John Wick x Female!Reader)

Chapter 3: Ruska Roma

First Chapter

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John and (y/n) make their way to the subway and get inside. They go and sit down on the seats and John pulls out the pin badge he grabbed. "What is that?" (Y/n) asked him. He looks over at her and was about to reply when he sees Akira staggering in, holding her bleeding side. John and (y/n) stand up and they realize Shimazu wasn't with her and judging by the look on her face, he didn't make it.

"Who is he?" Akira asked John as she walks over to them, the train starting to move. "He was a friend." John said and Akira glares at John. "My father is dead because of you and her. Because of what you did." Akira said as she walks closer to the couple. "So either you kill him...or I will." She said. "I understand." John said and they share a look and Akira sighs then turns.

"Do you need..?" (Y/n) asked her but she shakes her head as she goes to the door of the train. The train stops and the door opens. "Goodbye, Mr and Mrs Wick." She said and she walks out of the train and the door shuts behind her.

It had been a couple of days since John and (y/n) had returned from Japan. (Y/n) was sitting on the bed her and John slept on in this hideout The Bowery King offered to them. She looks down at the bracelet that Helen gave her for her 16th birthday. She runs her fingers over the charms until she lands on the daisy charm.

Her eyes fill with tears as she remembers when she opened the present to see this bracelet. She remembers the excited smile that Helen had and how she asked (y/n) what she thought about. 

Flashback

"Hmm...I don't know. I think there's a missing charm." (Y/n) said and Helen gives a worried look. "What?! No, no, no..." she said and she looks at the bracelet, only to see it was fine. "You." She grumbles and she shoves (y/n)'s shoulder, making (y/n) laugh. "Sorry, Helen. Couldn't help it." (Y/n) laughs and Helen rolls her eyes.

​​​​​"Don't do that! Almost had an heartattack!" Helen said. (Y/n) smiles and looks down at the bracelet. "Thanks, Helen. I love it!" (Y/n) said and Helen smiles. "I figured you would. I know in a couple of months I'm gonna be gone to college and I'll be away from you. So, I thought...well, it might be cheesy but...I thought that whenever you feel sad or scared, always look at this bracelet and know that I'll always be with you, even when I'm not." She said.

(Y/n) smiles then laughs a little. "You're right. That is cheesy." (Y/n) said and Helen rolls her eyes again. "Last time I get you a present." Helen laughs, sarcastically, and (y/n) laughs with her.

Present Day

The sound of the door opening pulls her out of her memories and she looks up to see John walking in. "Hey." He said. "Hey." She greets, softly. "We, uh...we need to go. Winston has asked to see us." John tells her and she nods. "Okay..." (y/n) said as she puts her bracelet away and stands up and The Bowery King comes up.

"He said to meet him at the memorial park." The Bowery King said and (y/n) nods then looks at John. "You think we have time to make a quick stop?" (Y/n) asked him and John looks at her then nods at this.

Later, John and (y/n), who was holding one white rose, walk along the snowy grounds of the memorial park while Winston lights a candle for Charon, who had a plaque on the memorial wall. The couple come upon Winston, who had his back to them as he looks at the plaque. 

"Winston." John greets. "Johnathan. (Y/n)" Winston said, still not looking at them. "Our condolences." (Y/n) said, apologetically. "He was a good man." John said. "Yes, he was." Winston said and he turns to face them. "Taken for our sins." He said and John looks down then he steps forward, pulling the pin badge out of his coat pocket.

"Who is this?" John asked Winston as he holds up the badge. "The Marquis de Gramont. Elevated only by his guarantee of killing you. All the resources of the Table are at his disposal." Winston said. "Where do we find him?" John asked him. "Paris." Winston replied and John nods, slightly, and he pockets the badge while (y/n) walks over to Charon's plaque.

She gets right up on it then places the white rose on the ledge then gives a slight prayer for Charon. She didn't know him very well but the little time she spent with him, he was very kind.

"Where will it end?" Winston asked and (y/n) turns around as John comes up to her. "With him dead." John said as he turns to face Winston. "Oh. And then?" Winston asked, condensindingly. John stares at him then back at his wife.

"Have you learned nothing? They will replace him before the body's cold. Hercules had his Hydra. You have The Table except you'll run out of bullets before they run out of heads." Winston said as he walks up to them. "Kill him, but do it the smart way. And get him to give you your freedom." Winston tells him.

"How?" John asked him. "Turn his rules and consequences against him. Challenge him to single combat." Winston said and John gives him a confused look as (y/n) looks between them. "High Table duels are a myth." John said. "Wrong! They're a cold hard fact, and part of the foundation of The Table to stop its more combustible members from outright war. It's also, win or lose, what you say you want, a way out." Winston explains.

"I don't sit at The Table." John said, shaking his head. "Your family does. Get them to issue the challenge and then offer you up as proxy." Winston said. "I don't have a family. The Ruska Roma tore my ticket. She's my only family." John said as he gestures to (y/n). "Then I suggest you get your ass to Berlin and get it mended. Or...pick a plot." Winston said and he turns and walks away. 

"What do you get out of this, Winston?" (Y/n) asked him, curiously, and he stops and turns to them again. "What your husband is so good at getting, Mrs Wick. Revenge." Winston said and he walks away, leaving the couple behind.

A couple of days later, John and (y/n) were walking along the streets of Berlin. (Y/n) looked around and was enjoying the sites, even though where they were going was very important. 

"Kinda sad that we can't take our time." She said and John turns to her. "The sites here are very pretty. Wouldn't mind spending a day or two here." She said and John looks down then back at her. "Maybe one day. When this is all done." He says and she raises her head to look up at him for a moment then smiles. "I'm holding you to that." She said and John smiles at her while she takes his hand in hers as they continue to walk along.

They make their way under a bridge and walk up to a doorway with a symbol that looked like a cross adorn above it. They walk up to the door while across the road, Mr Nobody walks out then pulls his book of information out and looks at it.

John and (y/n) enter the building to see a woman sitting nearby, holding a basket. She holds it out to them as they walk up to her and they start to pull out their guns and weapons. "Cool revolver...Vintage." the woman said as they place their weapons inside.

"Everything?" She asked and they nod and she gestures for them to continue. John and (y/n) walk down the aisle as there were several people at the pews, sitting and praying until they noticed the couple walking. The people raised their heads to look at the newcomers as John and (y/n) come upon the priest that was standing at the chapel.

"Father..." John said. "Yes, my son." the priest said and he raises his head. "I need to speak to Uncle Pyotr." John said just as the priest pulls out a shotgun. (Y/n) lets out a squeal and John grabs her then shields her as the priest fires his gun, making the couple fly back and land on the ground with an ​​oof.

"Nice suit." The priest said as he walks up to the couple and a couple of men grab John while another man grabs (y/n).

Later, John wakes up to see he is in a circular room, surrounded by other members of the Ruska. Two of them had a hold of (y/n), who was struggling in their grip and looked beyond terrified. "John!" She cried as he realized that he was hanging by noose around his neck, sitting in a chair and his hands bound together by rope.

Then a woman and three priest stand before him. "The prodigal son returns..." the woman said and a man behind John moves the crank, making it jerk John up a few inches. "But this isn't your home anymore, is it...Johnathan Wick?" The woman asked. ​​​"You grew up, Katia." John tells her. "And you got old. Then again, it's been awhile." Katia said.

"I need to talk to him." John said and Katia glares at him then nods to the man by the crank and he moves it, making John go up to where it looks like he was standing. (Y/n) struggles again against the men's grip but they hold onto her.

"You are forgetting we are still under The Table. And last I checked, you are Excommunicado and your ticket was torn. You have no business with us.​​​​" Katia said and she nods again and John was lifted up a few more inches. "Stop, please!" (Y/n) pleads but then she was punched in the gut. "That's for Pyotr to decide." John said, struggling with the rope getting tighter and tighter around his neck. 

"Pyotr is dead!" Katia shouts, angrily, and John looks down at the floor. "After you put a bullet in The Elder's head, the Marquis had one put in Pyotr's. And in fine Russian tradition, he sent us the bill." Katia said as she walks up to John, chuckling. "Because of you, I had to kneel in front of the man who murdered my father." She tells him. "Then we have a common enemy. We can help each other." John pleads to her.

"You can't even help yourself or your little woman over there." Katia said as she gestures over to (y/n). "How the hell are you going to help us?" She asked him. "By killing this Marquis." John replied. "They just appoint another. His death changes NOTHING." Katia said and she walks away and the man uses the crank again and John goes up a couple more inches.

"It does if he kills him in a duel!" (Y/n) shouts, hoping that'll make this woman to stop killing John. Katia stops and looks over at (y/n), for a moment, then over to the priest. One of them walks over to her and leans in to whisper. "The Old Ways are clear on the matter...but for a duel to be sanctioned by The Table...he would need to be a member of a family...and have a Crest." 

Katia rolls her eyes then turns to look around the room then at John then over to (y/n). "How many did you kill to get out?" Katia asked John. "A lot." John replied, still struggling with the rope pulling at his neck. "You will only have to kill one to get back in. The bastard who murdered my father." She said and (y/n) gasped then looks over at John. "Give me the name." John said.

"Killa Harkan. You will find him at Himmel and Hölle. When he's dead, I will mend your ticket." Katia said. "And the Crest?" John asked her. "Harkan first, then we talk. Bring proof of death." Katia said and she gestures with her hand and the man releases the crank and John falls to the ground.

"John!" (Y/n) said, concerned, as the men let her go and she runs over to him. "You okay?" She asked him, in a whisper, and he nods before he turns to Katia. "I'll need a way in." John said and two men came up to John, picked him up and placed him on the chair. "I know a way. Klaus will take you." Katia said and an older man with tattoos over his face, lip piercings and a gray beard with long slicked back hair comes up to John and (y/n).

"I am Klaus." Klaus said and he hits John across the face with his cane. (Y/n) yelps in fear as John recoils from the impact then looks up at Klaus. "John." He greets. "I am Klaus." Klaus said again before he strikes John across the face again. "Stop it!" (Y/n) shouts at Klaus before he turns to her. "I am Klaus." He said again and he hits her across the face with his cane.

[fragileizywriting]

mister bug's fear is a delight to all the senses, which, really, is absolutely the type of enrichment experience she needs when taking a bite of someone's skin.

he's not prey. not really. and yet her teeth will sink in all the same.

sinewy golden-brown muscle hides behind an inpenetrable wall of hexleather but the beautiful slopes of his neck are exposed to her teeth, and that's enough for her. she loves how he crawls backwards, trying to get away. he's looking for an escape. quick thinking has him peeking at her claws as she crawls forward— all hexsteel, glittering in the night sky like jewels— and he's right back to looking at her in the eyes as if it'll stop her from pouncing.

his heartbeat is roaring in her ears. pounding. drowning out her own breathing.

"don't," he warns, a little too wheezy for a man twice her size.

"or what?"

"i— just— just don't."

he's pleading for his life.

ah, but he emaciates when she's finally crawled into his lap. strong thighs wrap around his hips in a futile attempt to pin him down— just the man's finger is strong enough to pin her to a wall, her weight is no where close to keeping him on the metal roof of this building if he wanted to actually flee— and her hands are already in his hair. he likes it. his eyes keep closing in delight, lips parted as if he expects a kiss. once she's had her fun, claws find themselves at his adam's apple, tracing it as she stares and stares and stares.

"the bad thing about you being covered is that i can't bite you the way i need to."

she's not allowed to give hickeys. every night, they hope that there will be an akuma soon, so she can bruise the space from his ears to the collar of his suit that keeps him safe and protected, but that's not always a guarantee. even if he distracts her— keeps her busy with a few orgasms— the taste of his skin is always what she's more interested in. that, and what follows— the gush of his breath against her bangs as she sucks in a bruise so purple and so blue that it's almost deadly, with his hoarse voice crying in the night.

she kisses so hard that their teeth click, nipping at his bottom lip until she can taste copper. he's moaning like it's what he's wanted; lady noire, curling into his lap like she belongs, while he tries his best to hold on while she's kissing him. each slide of her tongue against his has mister bug leaning back more and more, until he's flat on his back and she's settled with her hands on his chest.

a lick to his neck has him squirming.

"kitty," he warns.

"just a little nip."

"you're not going to make me bleed, are you?"

"no," she whispers, in an attempt to soothe his nerves. each kiss she peppers onto his skin, a promise: she follows the freckles and sunspots dotted on his neck, going right back up to the adam's apple and giving him a lick yet again.

he squirms harder.

"you promise?"

"i'll do my best."

"okay," he whispers, dropping his shoulders like he's lost the battle. she knows the hardness of his cock, trapped between them both, signifies that he's more than excited himself. fear interlaces every movement he has, strong hands gripping her at the hips and squeezing until she can feel a creak. "go on."

she bites, point glass-like fangs into tan skin.

[popculturebuffet]

Thomas the Tank Engine Retrospective: Series 5: Alec Baldwin Your Worthless (Comission for Lachey V)

Hello all you very useful engines and welcome back to my long retrospective look at Thomas the Tank Engine's golden age. It's hard to belive we're almost at the end. At least of this stretch. After this we only have one more part of this retrospective guaranteed.

The rest is up in the air: Lachey is considering seasons 6 and 7 and i'm considering the rest of the movies, the two more recent series.. seeing where the franchise has been as of late. But whatever wind blows I doubt I'll ever be free of the railway series and i'm okay with that. It can get boring at times binging 25 episodes of a childrens show, and belivie me it does, but the weird highs, production values, and endless material make up for it.

So for series 5 the good Rev Awdry had passed. It was a sad day: While I joke about his weird hatred of Henry being happy.. because it's fun, the guy did have a creative spirit and most of the eps up to this point came from his imagination. We woudln't have Thomas without him.

So with that this is the first season to simply go for all orginal stories. Some were based on real stories by David Maidment, who worked with the railway children charity and had shared some stories while asking the show to donate. They brought him on as a railway consultant, their last one for over a decade. Guess the others wanted to brick Henry back up or something.

Series 5.. is one of the best of the series and probably my faviorite. I've said that before but while it has plenty of the bollocks I love from this fine franchise, the stories are generally really well done and creative children's tales: While their kept acurate to a railway, these tales have more fun with character and it's a bit easier to keep track of who everyone is personality wise compared to previous seasons. It mixes "trains get punished for their hubris stories" with some more adventurous stories: we get a hunt for a lost castle, stepny nearly getting smelted, Percy getting stuck as a runaway, Henry plunging into the sea, and as a finale, a giant sapient bolder trying to murder our heroes

It gives the series something it needed more of: variety. While stupid train children getting punished for their hubris will never leave this franchise on penalty of death, it's nice to break from that and these types of stories play better to an older audience, which while good for the grown ass man who has to watch all these is also good for kids as they might stick with thomas longer if the stories keep their intrest. The messages it teaches are still valid, you just gotta throw a little razzle dazzle in there once in a while. It's why Owl House wrapped a fairly important message about religoius dogma and societal othering around magic, shipping and an owl tube.

This season also shifts things as this is the last time Micheal Angelis did his voice... and the first of two times someone else did in the use. Ladies, gentleman, they's, thems, and that beautiful rainbow in between I submit the glory that is Alec Baldwin narrating Thomas the Tank Engine.

WIth George Carlin retiring the US needed a new voice. Unlike Carlin who largely stuck to the style Ringo Starr and Michael Angelis used, with the voices being kind of samey, Alec Baldwin tried to give each character a unique voice. The idea.. is actually good. It's something the sreies needed and it makes the engines more distinct.

In practice though.. it's very clearly Alec, while a talented actor and terrible, TERRIBLE husband and father... has a pretty limited voice range. Some like Thomas or Toppam Hat, are fine. But then we get the bizzare ones and man oh man are they fun: Gordon and Henry sound like the dumbest cavemen he could imagine, which works for Gordon as he is the biggest idiot ever, but is weird for Henry who while proud never came off as an overly proud brick wall like his buddy. He's the one who gets put behind brick walls.

Then we have other ones like James who has a camp gay voice. There's .. no other way to describe it. Alec just used his sterotypical camp lispy gayman voice he kept in reserve because it was the late 90s, and it somehow works. We also get weird one offs , so many, from his ATTEMPT at doing a woman voice for Lady Hatt, to annie and clarabell being suddenly southren, to a cockney accent for Stepny. It's VERY obvious the show simply had too many voices for Alec's range and he pulled out every stupid acent, every inflectoin and every steroptype he had to make due.

I can however give him credit that.. at least he tried. He genuinely cared. He also had a sense of humor about the james thing

Granted the way they frame it is very... 2000's, but I can give him credit for acknowldging "yeah... yeahhhhh".

So with that let's settle in for a very Alec Baldwin Thomas the Tank Engine under the cut

1 . Cranky Bugs It's a new season and that means a new asshole to harass our stupid train children. In this case it's Cranky

Who i'm still not convinced isn't THIS Cranky in a lovematic grandpa situation. At any rate this Cranky/That Cranky is a crane whose also an asshole.. granted about 2/3 of the cast could be described as "(insert vechile) whose also an asshole". In his case he tries bossing the trains around, and Gordon and James don't help by agreeing with him, causing incidents. As is the natural order of things, god punishes Cranky for his hubris, with Thomas and Percy saving him. While he's still a racist crack ballon, he's no longer dominating.

2. Horrid Lorries

Cranky has learned absolutely nothing and taunts the trains about being replaced with Lorries. Which i'll give the us dub of thomas as I assumed, this being american they'd pull a 4kids and redub the british terms. But nope. Alec Baldwin uses all the british terms you'd expect, which felt weird at first, but I got used to and i'm happy they didn't try to half assedly take away one of the core parts of the show. Kids.. kids aren't dumb enough to need to think that every show takes place IN AMERICA.

Anyways some Lorries show up, are assholes, get smited for their hubris, and i've seen this sort of thing before. They vow vengance though so I can't wait for the sequel: The Lorries Strike Back.... annnnd looking at the wiki their only seen in this one episode.

3. A View for Gordon Gordon gets tangled in some stuff and plows through a wall. You can only imagine my joy. That said this is a solid one: gordon complains about the view at the new station.. and some shenanigans send him THROUGH a wall. And to the Fat Controller's credit he dosen't finish putting gordon through a fucking wall but instead just puts a nice window there. IT's also nice to have a story where Gordon isn't a complete tool just about 50 percent of one.

4. Lady Hatt's Birthday

This is both one of my faviorites for the season and the series in general. It's Sir Topham Hatt's birthday. Aka the Fat Controler Aka Jimmy the Reach. It's a simple fun romp as he tries to get to his wife's birthday party. Also he has a wife now. and kids. Human ones not just his stupid train children. It's just a bunch of fun slapstick as he falls in mud. I've seen this plot before but it's thomas the tank engine: it's introducing kids to this plot. it gets a pass. It's something diffrent from the usual hubris and the ending is sweet as she dosen't raise a fuss over him being so dirty. She just wants to get dirty. And on that horrifying mental image..

5. James and the Trouble With Trees James nearly gets murdered by a tree to be punished for his hubris. I honestly forgot that part of the plot. James also throws a fit about not getting to pull the special express. I will say I do like Thomas rescuing him, for once NOT rubbing the days lesson in his enemy's face. It shows he's a good guy.

6. Gordon and the Gremlin: Gordon is a dick, we get jokes about Gremlins but sadly no actual gremilns. We do meet Toppham Hatt's mother. Also if your curious I'm using his actual name more.. because the shows using it more. It used fat controller before but this season with more of his family appearing they've switched to just calling him Sir Toppham hat. I of course will alternate between their hilarious crass first name and the more respectiable second because i'm a smart and mature adult. And because it's funny.

7. Bye George!

George the racist Steamroller is back... I honestly forgot he existed. But he provides a fun one that I forgot was as fucked up as it was. So George is tearing up some railway and being a racist monster who wants to kill all trains and railways, is delighed. He tars up some to trip up thomas.. but then fucks up by blocking duck... which causes Gordon , who'd already been approved to pass to crash into the guy and murder a car. Shockingly not only was Gordon's first murder unintetional but he feels bad about it... granted it comes off like a large reason for it is he's worried about what his angry fat controlling god will do to him, but the Fat Controller knows it wasn't his fault and will tear the ass off whoever it is. So George is forced to work in lumber for a week, both a shockingly lenient sentence and a fitting one. He's gotten soft in his old age.. do characters here age?

8. Baa! A ram eat's the fat controller's hat. That's about all that's really intresting here. I do like the idea: a station decorating contest but execution wise it's just sorta there. Still a ram ate a man's hat which is more than I can say for other bog standard thomas episodes

9. Put Upon Percy Percy's trucks are assholes and nearly cause him to get killed in a mine collapse. And it's sentences like this that remind me WHY I do this series, pay aside. I also grew to like Percy this season as he grew out of being just "thomas 2" being more of a whiner, but in a relatable way.

10. Toby and the Flood

This one.. dear god. Okay so Toby is sent to inspect a dam. Simple enough.. but then it floods. Again simple enough... while Toby is on a rickiety bridge sending toby up river. This is another faviorite mostly because the sense of tension is real. I genuinley thought Toby could die, and given this series attitude toward death and not being bound by the books it easily could've happened. Granted Toby Toys are still being made I think, so he's thankfully invunerable as long as he has merch, but it's still a pretty harrowing episdoe and the effects work is top notch. how they pulled off an ep this ambitious I have no idea. Probably experince working with water from Tugs.

11. Haunted Henry This episode is dripping with atmosphere is Henry is hautned by a ggghost that turns out to be an old man instead who tried to warn Henry's crew who wouldn't listen. A nicely spooky episode, helped by me seeing it during spooky season. Spoo-ky!

12. Teething Troubles We get a new disel, another one whose entirley friendly. The twins are around and both sound like scratch from adventures of sonic the hedgehog for some reason. That's.. really all this episode has. We've seen a friendly disel before. WE've seen the twins being assholes before. The only thing we haven't seen is Alec Baldwin doing his best stratchy voiced robo chicken.

13. Stepney Gets Lost

Should be "Stepny almost dies". This is another one of those more adventurey stoires I mentioned, as on his way back from working at the quarry, Stepny gets lost and things esclate quickly as two disels, arry and bert, kidnap him, assuming him to be scrap and put him in the smelting shed, where h'es clawed. Stepny VERY NEARLY dies, the second near death in only 4 episodes, and it's incredibly tense. It's only thanks to the Fat Controller getting there just in time the poor guy life. I do like the FC in this one as he's nicer: he gave Stepny the assignment in the first place because he needed a change of scenery. I prefer this later characterization of a guy whose firm.. but also will do nice stuff for his stupid train children over the angry abusive god he was early on. He's still got SOME shady aspects, but he's mostly nice.. just like modern day god.

14. Toby's Discovery This is another personal faviorite and another classic, as Toby is taken by the Hatt's on an expedition to find an old castle someone found on a map. The concept itself is fun but the idea is also great. finding the castle is real easy, they just follow the line bu tthe visuals are beautiful and the castle itself looks fantastic. We also get a nice little ghost story as Toby hears rumors of a ghost.. but it's just Betram, a new engine.. or is he? My fan theory is that Betram, a narrow gage engine whose a fan of Toby's, is actually Smudger. While he has Smudger's face simply because he's a refit of duke with a diffrent face, it'd make sense: it wouldn't be the first time a train was replaced or the first time a train got refitted and Smudger WAS missing. It's better than the idea that the poor guy died rusting to death so i'm going with it. Smudger is reborn bitches!

15. Something in the Air

Henry takes some asshole pills and thus rushes into his assigment.. despite thomas trying to warn him some track had eroded, leading him into a lake. Once again, top notch water effects.

16. Thomas, Percy and Old Slow Coach Now we'r eback to some old fashioned messed up Thomas the Tank Engine logic as Thomas and Percy meet an old engine named , and I swear to train jesus this is true, Old Slow Coach.

Now if you thought the name was bad... your right but it gets worse: turns out she's due to be scrapped.. and they just HAVEN'T GOTTEN TO IT. And as we find out later she's in the fat controller's jursdiction. Look am I suprised the fat controller has done some train murders? yes. Do I think he has saw traps but for trains? also yes. Do I think he mentored John Kramer? Of course. But did I think he scrapped his trains. No I can't say I did.

So our heroes try to think of a way to save her. Luckily for once the angry train god that choo choos his way through this universe and decides to use his smiting powers for good.. I mean mostly. He does casually blow james up for no reason. Maybe Train Jesus was working out his homophobia still. At any rate another fire breaks out with some workman's quarters and Thomas and Percy suggest OSC replace them. Granted it's as TEMPORARY lodgings.. but given a disaster occurs on Sodor once every few episodes, crisis housing will always be needed. Horay!

17. Thomas and the Rumors The children's playground dies and since there isn't a kind old man rethinking his life as he dies from cancer to fight for it, the Fat Controller is using Harold to survey. The trains think he's replacing them, it gets in Thomas' head, their wrong as usual, Thomas learns not to gossip, next.

18. Oliver's Find: Oliver ends up down an old branch line and finds a house the Fat Controller decides to make into a rest spot. I forgot who oliver is between seasons. Next.

19. Happy Ever After This is a fun one. Not much to mock really: A bride is getting married on sodor and needs her bridal package, i.e. something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue. So the fat controller uses his engines to fill in. IT's a really sweet, fun little episode. In the spirit of it, and since i'm not using an image for EVERY episode this time, i'm going to try do this challenge. okay something old

Cocaine with sunglasses, a gag I haven't used in some time Something borrowed

Somone Else's running gag. Something new?

My new oc, Fred the Murder Engine and for something blue

A wholesome marge simpson meme. Woo nailed it. next!

20. Sir Topham Hatt's Holiday

Hey hey hey it's fat controller's vacation. Lady Hatt complains about a suddenly southren annie and clarabelle but is fine after their cleaned. The real show is that FC has Harold take his family to his country place.. and it takes FOUR DAYS TO GET THERE. FOUR DAYS. Does.. does harold Need fuel? did he stop? did they ever stop? where on sodor is only accesible by plane 4 days away? The logistics here will forever haunt me, just like a bi plane haunts the hats. Solid enough episode.

21. Percy's Surprise Percy is burnt out working in the coal mines so naturally his trucks, who haven't fufilled their seasonly attempted murder quota, break one of his cables. What follows is a thrilling ep as percy nearly murders everyone and can't stop. IT's geninely tense with me worried for Percy's safetey and everyone elses as he barely survivies. top notch episode.

22. Make Someone Happy James wants to make people happy, takes Ms Kyndly to see her sister after her transport gets derailed.. not literally for achange. A genuinely sweet little tale. 23. Toad Goes Backwards Toad, the tram train is tired of going forwards. his trucks are dicks, as is their nature, and push him forward so he can't help but nearly run everyone over. like the percy one this is thrilling and I was genuinely worried toad would die. Again I know these trains won't die as long as they have merchandise but whose buying toad merch I ask you? Me. I will. Hook me up.

24. Duncan Gets Spooked

This one sure did happen. And Duncan sure did get scared. And I sure do not care. Next

25. Snow

Scarlowe gets caught up in snow, he really hates the snow. He just needs a song and I think I have just th eone for him.

Also holy shit it took me several decades, and at least a good one and a half since I became a fan of his via garfield to realize that was Lou motherfucking Rawls. This dude is awesome and to help convince you , here's the muppets

... as you can probably guess I don't have much for this one. It's fine and the snow looks fantastic. They've really stepped up their game this season and season 4 had also done it. It just gets prettier each season. Anyways now for our finale... and this one I can't stop thining about

26. Rusty and the Bolder

Okay this one.. is an all time classic and the first Thomas Finale that's felt like a season finale. While my playlist on youtube had snow last i'm going with the wiki. So a giant bolder is precariously perched on a mountain.. it also ocasoinally has an ominus HAUNTING stone face. It's genuinely unsettling.. and then it gets free and proceeds to slasher villian stalk EVERY SINGLE TRAIN IT CAN. No really it nearly runs into most of the lines trains. Thomas gave us a slasher film with a bolder hunting trains. A TRAIN MURDERNIG BOULDER. see this is what gets me up in the morning: while I love writing about really good stuff.. sometimes I just love bizzare nonsense and Thomas is a mixture of geninely good children's entertainment and morbid bizzare nonsense. I'll miss this show whenever i'm done I swear.

This was one of the most fun episodes i've watched and ends with Toppham hat isolating boulder.. but he will hunt again.. HE WILL HUNT AGAIN. HE WILL HU...

So that does it for this season. All in all one of the series best it's just some episodes I really don't have much to say and others are attempted boulder murder. It's a show I dearly love on some level by this point

Next Time: THE MOVIE. is it any good.. i'll see. Will it at least have alec baldwin? Can confirm. Thanks for reading.

[chxrryhxrt]

To Mordor, part 1 - Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Read part 2 here!

Synopsis: You and Eddie’s anniversary is approaching, and you call upon Steve Harrington to assist you in planning it. However, when you’re seen spending too much time with him, how will Eddie deal with it?

Warnings: angst, swearing, alcohol use

Moving this fic over to my new account, so this is a repost. I fear the writing may be a little cringe and the way i wrote Eddie may be out of character but this fic is ancient (2+ years old), I hope you enjoy!

Your head rests heavily against Eddie's denim clad shoulder, his hair tickling your cheek as he looked down at you, credits rolling across the television screen. "What movie d’you wanna put on next, babe," he asks, running his fingers through your hair, "I think Poltergeist, but I can one hundred percent guarantee that it would scare the shit out of you." He laughs, eyes creasing slightly at the sides.

As you sit up your hands wring together almost instinctively, "It's six thirty, Eddie," you murmur.

"So? We have loads of time to watch another, I can order us a pizz-"

"I'm meeting Steve at seven," You wince as you say it; this is the third time you've bailed on him this week. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I promise this is the last time," You stumble as you get up, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together and his face seems to dim.

He diverts his gaze away from you, choosing to focus on his hand as he rolls the tv remove between his palms, "It's fine, just go."

You can tell it's not fine, his jaw clenching and the tears pooling in his eyes tell you enough.

"Baby," You whisper, the soft thud of you foot as you step tentatively towards him making his head whip up to look at you, "I love you, and I promise this is the last time I'll ever ditch you, okay?"

After a beat of silence, you reach out to hold his face, but he slaps your hand away - a gasp of shock coming from both of you.

A guilted look crosses his features briefly before he jumps up, strides to the door, and yanks it open, the sound of his rings clashing with the metal handle making you jolt.

"Go!" He repeats, jerking his arm at the exit, "And you might as well fuck Steve whilst you're there."

You rap your knuckles on the door, your face all different shades of red - the scarf wound around your neck doing nothing to fight the evening chill.

You go to bang your palm against the wood again, your hand falling shy, cutting through thin air as the door is flung open - revealing Steve, who looked unusually smug - even for him.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed, flinging his arms up in the form of some strange greeting. “Come in,” he prompts, guiding you in and pulling the door shut behind you, “wait upstairs real quick, I need to grab something.”

With that, he sped off, leaving you to find your own way upstairs; framed family portraits leering down at you from the walls as you toed of your sneakers, grasping them as you headed towards the staircase.

Unravelling the scarf from your neck, you made your way up the stairs, pushing the already ajar door open with your hip.

You'd finally gotten comfy on his bed, back leaning against the wall, when he stepped into the room, one hand hidden behind his back. "Guess what I managed to find."

"A miracle, I hope,"

"No, two Black Sabbath tickets actually," he replies, revealing to tickets which he proceeds to wave around before pausing, "Hang on- a miracle? Why would you need one of those?"

"Eddie, he- you falter, chewing on the inside of your cheek, "He thinks I'm cheating with you and and I'm not! But it's not like I can just explain it to him is it? Our anniversary is in two days - it would ruin the surprise!"

Steve falls silent, his forehead creasing as he thinks.

"What am I meant to do, Steve!" you plead.

"Okay, okay," he takes a few steps towards the bed, sitting down opposite you with a firm grip on your shoulder. First, you're going to calm down, I mean, I always used to get this with my chicks."

"Eddie's not your chicks, Steve, he's... he's just different. That's why I can't lose him, not over something this stupid."

He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling. "Here's what you’re going to do: tomorrow morning, go over to his and give him the tickets,” you open your mouth to argue but he swiftly shushes you, continuing, “Yeah, it'll ruin the surprise but at least he won't be able to stay mad at you, not when you show him these babies.”

The second Eddie had slammed the door behind you, he span around, hands tightly fisting at his hair. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered, stumbling backwards, practically tripping over the back of the tattered sofa; the trailer shaking at the impact.

He landed face first into a cushion and groaned as he breathed in - it reeked of beer.

Rolling off the sofa, he wondered if his uncle had kept that bottle of whiskey from Christmas. He probably had; he could've sworn he'd seen it the other day. He got down, kneeling on the tiled floor, fumbling with all sorts of cartons and boxes before his hand gripped onto the neck of a bottle - a bottle of bourbon.

As he yanked the lid off and sauntered across to his room, he could hear you nagging at the back of his mind, telling him not to drink it. He would've listened - had he not been attempting to drown any thought of yo uout.

He sunk down onto his mattress, taking frequent sips between thoughts.

Honestly, he couldn’t really say he was surprised. You were absolutely gorgeous – totally out of his league – and – as much as he hated to admit it – Steve Harrington was practically made for you, with his frustratingly perfect hair and charm.

He thought he would’ve seen this coming and Christ did he feel stupid now.

You glance down, twisting your wrist so you can see the watch face without sunlight reflecting off of it. 10:30. That seemed like a reasonable time to wake up someone who was incredibly pissed at you. At least that's what Steve had said.

Breathing in, you swiftly knocked on the metal door, hearing an undecipherable grunt.

“Hello? Eddie it’s me, Y/n.” you called, shrinking back as you finished the sentence.

Blinds flickered next to you, making you crane your neck around,  catching a glimpse of his disheveled hair.

“Go away. We’re over.”

"Eddie, I'm here to apologise." you tried again.

Several minutes passed, and you realised that he wasn't coming out, so you headed back to your car, slipping an envelope into his mailbox.

For the third time now, the alarm next to his bed – which was swamped with his dirty clothes – blared. He sat up, squinting his eyes and glancing around his bedroom. Had you come to see him?

No, he told himself, that must’ve been a dream.

Once he had chucked on some clothes and generously sprayed deodorant over himself, he clambered out of the trailer, heading over to the collect the mail.

There were two letters for his uncle, an advert for some scout event and, a letter for him? He never got letters, so when he ripped it open to find two tickets to see his favourite band and a note from you, to say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“Eddie,

I am so, so sorry. I didn’t expect you to open the door, so I wrote a note. I would’ve explained things sooner, I asked Steve to help plan our anniversary, (which is what the tickets are for) and I couldn’t explain without spoiling it for you. I promise that I would never cheat on you, and that I love you all the way to Mordor and back again.

- Y/n”

Oh fuck.

Read part 2 here!

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​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞ from @leatherfangs

The Five Senses II Accepting

"It's Friday night, girl!" The vampire exclaimed with gusto, jumping down from a nearby wall to walk besides her. He might as well have been bouncing with every step he took, unable to contain the excited energy rushing through his veins. It needed to be released. A low, thumping sound was carried over to them by the sea air; a clear indication of a huge party happening right on the sand. It was tradition. Every Friday night, the boardwalk came alive with various concerts -- and it was guaranteed to be loud. There was no rest for the wicked with the amount of hooting and hollering happening, locals and tourists gathering together in collective chaos to rock out and have fun. Paul never missed a single one, attracted to the massive crowd with the promise of euphoria. From booze, E-bombs, and wicked tunes -- it was almost as addictive as the taste of blood. Almost, but not quite.

"You know what that means, right? C'mon, it's already startin'! Hop on, I'll get us there quicker." He nodded towards his motorbike propped up against a nearby banister, already beginning to swing his leg over the seat and start the engine with a quick turn of a key and kick. It roared and rumbled to life, headlights illuminating the path he needed to take. But he knew every single inch of the boardwalk, setting his sights on the bright lights in the distance. This was his home, after all. "Here's the plan, okay?" He sounded sincere, despite the grin plastered on his face. "Get there, score some beers, and make our way to the front by any means necessary. If you gotta, use those guns of yours, girl! Ain't nobody stoppin' us from gettin' the perfect spot."

@leatherfangs

[phoenix-of-jade]

Suppressing another chuckle, Xuan narrowed his eyes in a playful manner at the younger, biting his lip slightly at that debauched display of lewdness before his eyes. While he usually got bored fast by those who fell at his feet without much of a hassle, there was something about Teru that really stroked Xuan's ego in just the right way. He was definitely the type of sub he would've enjoyed to the fullest and especially because he could toy with him in any way he'd please. "Tight, you say? Judging by the way you are behaving, I doubt there's any tightness left to your ass, with such a whorish attitude! You've probably been fucked countless times before me! But who knows, maybe I am wrong? Anyways, you'd better pray that you're flexible, cause I'm not going to go easy on you, alright princess?~" Xuan leant back in to whisper in the younger's ear. "I'll be the judge of whether or not you've got the best ass I've ever had in my life, but one thing I can guarantee you: this might be the best dick you'll ever get the chance to be fucked by, so don't blame me if you'll end up growing addicted to it, okay?~"

Confident and cocky, Xuan was the type of wan that didn't slack on self-flattery and boasting about himself, but at the same time, he had good reasons to do so. Look wise, he was by all means a gorgeous son of a bitch, with his perfect pale smooth skin, glorious rich set of long black hair, his muscular, toned lean body and symmetrical, almost feline like facial features, of which the most prominent were his sharp emerald green eyes. Adding to that his charming allure, there was no doubt why he was pretty much a master of seduction that never lost in the game of lust. Plus, he wasn't lying about his 'endowment' either, sporting a rather nicely big size for an Asian man.

"That's what I like to hear! Show me what a good boy you can be and I'll reward you just as good!" The raven haired laughed, admiring the little show he was receiving and gloating in the sweet feeling of superiority he was getting from having such a powerful control over Teru. "Be careful what you wish for though, because I might just take you up on that offer of turning you into my slave. It does sound fun and I bet you'd make for a cute toy to have around... Maybe I could even turn you into my little 'accessory pup' I carry around for events and what not. I'm really curious about how you'd look in a suit and tie!" Not even trying to hide his amusement, the young mob let free way to his copious laughter. Oh, he liked this guys, alright? Such a difference from the man that rushed him into the wall just minutes prior and he was living for it!

"Terufumi you say? What a nice name... It can mean brightness and honor, but also beautiful and transparent gem." Xuan hummed and for a moment it looked as if he was actually contemplating Teru's name, as well as enjoying the way his own name sounded off of the succubus's lips. "I guess it does suit you, since you are rather handsome, but also very easy to read.~" Snorting, Xuan then removed his hand from underneath Teru's shirt, redirecting it towards his pants, which he began undoing. "Very well then, I'll free you from this prison, Teru dear!~" Then, without wasting a second more, he unclasped the belt and unzipped the pants, pulling them down followed by his underwear, just enough to actually reveal the other's crotch and ass. "Better now?~" Xuan purred, trailing his fingers over his length in a teasing manner meant to edge the younger even further. "Why waste time going to a motel, when we could simply do it now? After all, there's no one here and I instructed my men to lock the door after you'd come out after me, so that we wouldn't be disturbed. I'd say we just go at it and have fun!" Xuan was actually curious to see the younger's reaction now that he'd also revealed that he'd been pulling all the strings this whole time with the sole purpose of getting them in this very position. It just showed to prove even further what a cunning man this green eyed guy was.

"I must admit, you've really managed to turn me on real bad too, so I doubt I'd be able to hold back long enough until we'd make it to a free room. So yeah, I hope you won't mind the wall for now. Afterwards, maybe we could move the fun to a comfortable bed if you'll still have energy left in you. But we'll have to see." Grinning once again and with an excited gleam in his now darkened lust filled eyes, Xuan freed Teru's hand just so he could properly undo his own pants and release himself. And just as fast as he'd uncovered the succubus, Xuan had pulled down his own pants and undergarments, sighing in pleasure and relief at the nice sensation of freedom and the cold night breeze over his hardened cock. "Hope you're ready. There's no more going back!~" With that said, he didn't even give Teru time to process anything, because the very next moment, he positioned himself to the younger's entrance and slid right into him, deep and rough, straight to the base, groaning and cussing in pleasure under his breath. "Fuck... You're really not bad, princess!~" Chuckling again, the raven haired pressed his full body onto Teru, pushing him into the wall, before starting to pound into him at an intense, yet painfully teasing slow pace. If the succubus wanted him to go faster, he'd have to beg for it!

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Continued from here [X]

Xuan wasn't the type to be easily intimidated or frightened by anyone. In fact, seeing how people tried their very best at inducing fear into those they thought as weak and submissive, kind of amused him. It just showed how weak the human character could actually be at times, since more often than not the very same people who sought to impose their strength and power over others through sheer brute force were, in fact, just some scarred little souls hidden underneath shallow husks.

That's why when Teru attacked him, pinning him to the wall, Xuan didn't sketch the slightest of reactions. He could see right through this feisty man's front and he could tell from the very first glance he threw at him that night that Teru was the submissive type, someone who will appear as stubborn and tough, but will kneel and crumble easily under his boot. Their positions of power were soon going to switch drastically, it was just a matter of time and Xuan didn't feel like rushing this little 'game' of cat and mouse he'd set for himself, at least for a while.

With a slight snort, the raven haired gave the younger another defiant look, before speaking in the calmest of tones, sure of the fact this will piss him off even further. "I think the only wasted one here is you, since you're literally chasing after someone who made a fool out of you in front of your entire group. Shouldn't you be trying to save face and find some drunken idiot to smash on the pool table instead? Or could it be that you actually have a degradation kink and all that humiliation actually turned you on?" Another jeering grin. "Sorry, but I don't mingle with pathetic little hoes. You'll have to do much better than this to impress me."

As an emphasis on how 'unimpressed' he was, Xuan then feigned a yawn and leant back against the wall, feeling the pressure applied by the other's arm onto his chest tighten. "Bold of you to assume I wouldn't be able to handle you, princess! Also, I am curious as to what do you mean by my kind? Do you, perhaps, dare compare me to those lousy fucks inside the bar, who spend their days pimping bitches and ordering idiots around to do their biddings, while they sip on cheap wine and sit all day with a cane stuck up their asses?" Raising an eyebrow, Xuan then tilted his head to the side. "I'm sorry, but in this case, your assumption is wrong. I might be of the refined kind, but trust me, unlike those idiots who try pretending they are something they are not, I actually live up to my status as leader of my organization."

In just a split second, without much of a struggle, the man then used his foot to kick the succubu's legs in one swift motion before he'd even be able to react, just enough that he could make the man lose his balance, before freeing himself and applying three more sturdy hits with his hand and elbow to Teru's side, back and neck, only to finish by grabbing the younger's hand and painfully twisting it to his back, pushing him face first into the wall. The green eyed bastard was soo quick that there was barely even time for an outsider to register when and what happened. "Who's all lame now, hmm?" Back to his conceited cocky tone, Xuan then leant against him to whisper in the younger's ear. "Here's a pro tip: never judge a book by its cover. Your little show of bravery was fun to watch, but unfortunately, you still have room for lots of improvement."

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

I'll Be Home For Christmas

Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, f!reader

Summary: When Jake's plans to come home for Christmas fall through, he promises you he will be there for you next year. But will he be able to keep that promise?

Word Count: 2354

TW: Angst, Fluff, Separated for Christmas, Reunited for Christmas, Happy Ending, Pregnant Reader

Note: Thank you to @heart-0n-fire for looking this over for me!

Written for @notroosterbradshaw's #hello december playlist challenge and based on "I'll Be Home for Christmas" by Andrea Bocelli

Jake continued staring at the phone hanging on the wall before him. He had been standing in the same spot for five minutes now, just trying to gather the strength to make the call. It had been almost a month since they had been given phone privileges and as much as Jake longed to hear your voice, he didn’t know what he was supposed to say to you.

“She’ll understand.”

The voice shook Jake from his thoughts. Turning around, he noticed Rooster standing behind him, a small smile on his face. Normally, Jake would have snapped a witty comeback at him, but he just didn’t have it in him at the moment. Instead, he sighed and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, I know she will. And that almost makes it worse.”

Rooster chuckled softly. “Yeah, it kinda does, doesn’t it? But it won’t be forever, Jake. I’ll make sure of it.” He clasped Jake on the shoulder. “I got your back.”

Jake smiled, thinking about how far their relationship had come since the Dagger Mission a few months ago and how the thought of flying with Rooster as his wingman would have irritated him before then. “Thanks, man. And you know I’d have yours…. If you could ever catch up.”

The two men laughed as Rooster shook his head. “Yeah, whatever, Hangman. Go call your girl.” Then he walked away, leaving Jake to stare once more at the phone. 

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed it and quickly dialed before he lost his nerve. You picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, baby. It’s me.”

“Jake! Oh my god, hi! It feels like forever since I actually got to speak to you. How are you?” Jake could practically see you vibrating with joy on the other end of the line. 

“I’m– I’m good. Hangin’ in there. Missing you like crazy though. How are you?”

“I’m okay. I just miss you so much. But I have everything all planned for you to get here in a few days! I just bought stuff to make those cookies you love, and I thought we could roast a turkey for Christmas dinner, and it looks like we’ll have snow on Christmas Day this year! An actual white Christmas, can you believe it? We haven’t had one of those in–”

Jake groaned as he leaned his head heavily against the wall. You were so happy and excited about all the plans you had made. How was he supposed to destroy that? What was he even supposed to say?

It turned out, he didn’t have to say anything. You knew him too well and you figured it out on your own. “You’re… you’re not coming home, are you?” you asked softly.

“No, baby, I’m not. I just found out about an hour ago. They need the squad to ship out for the next mission immediately.”

“Well… that’s okay. I can just leave the tree up and we can make it a joint Christmas/New Year’s celebration!” Though you were trying to sound upbeat, Jake could hear the disappointment in your voice and that just made what he needed to say next all the more difficult.

“That’s the thing. They don’t know how long we’ll be gone but it’ll probably be a few weeks at least, if not longer. I’m so sorry. I know I told you I’d be home for Christmas but–”

“It’s okay, Jake. It’s not your fault and I know you’d be here if you could. Besides, you spelled out exactly what this life would look like when we started dating and I agreed to it. We’re never guaranteed Christmas, your leave just happened to fall near it this year. So, it is what it is. If you can’t come home, you can’t come home.”

Jake squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “God, I want to be there, you don’t even know how badly. It sounded like you had such an amazing time planned for us, and now… I hate the thought of you being alone for Christmas. It’s not right.” 

“I’ll be fine. I mean, I’m just a little disappointed, but not at all with you. This was going to be our first Christmas together since you proposed and it sort of felt like the first one for the new family we’re building. I was hoping we could maybe start some traditions that we could do every year, but maybe we just need to accept that this– us being apart for the holidays – might have to be our tradition.”

Jake’s head shot up and he gripped the phone tighter. In a firm, clear voice, he said, “No, I refuse to accept that. This will not be a tradition. I swear, baby, next year I’ll be home for Christmas. No matter what I have to do, I will not miss the first Christmas with my wife.”

“You need to make it back here and marry me first. So over everything else, please be careful. That’s all I need from you this Christmas. Don’t make me a widow before you make me a wife, Jake. Okay? Just come home. I don’t care how long it takes. Your presents will still be by the tree when you get back. And so will I.” Despite how strong you were trying to be about this situation, Jake could hear the tears in your voice. 

 Choking back his own tears, Jake murmured, “Thanks for understanding. I’ll make it up to you when I get home. Anything you want, just say the word.”

“I want you. That’s all I ever want,” you said. “But you tell them they better not do this again in May. Weddings aren’t cheap and that shit’s non-refundable.”

Jake chuckled. “I’ll tell Mav you said that. Word for word.”

“Good. And add that if he makes you late, I’m retracting his invitation.”

“I’ll make sure he knows.” Jake was just about to say something else when Hondo walked in and caught Jake’s eye. The Chief Warrant Officer sadly tapped on his wrist and motioned for Jake to hurry up. Taking a deep breath, Jake said into the phone, “Baby, they’re telling me I have to go. But I’ll call or email you as soon as I can. Hopefully I can at least manage that on Christmas day.”

“Okay. Just whenever you can, I’ll be here. I love you, Jake. So, so much.”

“I love you too, baby. And I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just…dream of me,” you whispered.

“I always do,” Jake whispered back just before the line was disconnected. 

Jake’s Uber pulled up in front of his house at 11:53 pm on Christmas Eve. He had cut it a lot closer than he had hoped, but he had made it. Despite all the odds, he had kept the promise he made to you the Christmas before and he was home for Christmas.

He smiled at the inflatable Santa and his reindeer placed in the front yard along with a handful of lights. It was a cute if somewhat quaint display especially compared to the neighbors, but Jake loved that you put in the effort. Especially considering you were alone and were having a harder time moving around lately. Jake took one more look at it before unlocking the front door.

But as it swung open, Jake gasped and his jaw dropped. You had promised you were going to make up for him missing Christmas last year, but based on the display outside, he never expected the sight that greeted him. Strings of lights and garland stretched along both walls of the hallway and paper snowflakes hung down from the ceiling. Ornaments were scattered here and there, and Jake noticed many of them were photo ornaments with pictures of the two of you, including some from your wedding. 

If the hallway took his breath away, it was nothing compared to what he found as he stumbled into the living room. While the normal lights were off, the room was aglow with tiny colorful lights draped across the mantle of the fireplace and encircling the massive Christmas tree with the huge pile of presents in the corner of the room. The live Christmas tree. The kind that would turn brown and die if he didn’t make it home in time. But he had sworn he would make it home, and you had believed him.

However, none of it mattered once his eyes settled on the figure slumped on the couch. You were fast asleep on the far end, 'Twas the Night Before Christmas hanging limply from one hand while your other hand rested on your protruding stomach. Jake hadn’t seen you in person for the last three months and it appeared that there was a bigger difference between four months pregnant and seven months pregnant than he had expected. He knew he had missed out on a lot– doctor’s appointments, ultrasounds, morning sickness –but seeing tangible evidence of it all almost brought him to his knees. He should have been here for all of it, but it was yet another time you had to carry on alone while he was gone. But not anymore.

Walking over to the couch, he carefully slipped the book from your hand and placed it on the nearby end table. It was only then that he noticed the plate of his favorite cookies and a glass of milk that had been left out along with a note. Glancing at it, he read: Dear Santa, All I want for Christmas is for my daddy to come home safely. Thank you, The Seresin girls. It looked like Santa had worked his magic after all.

Kneeling down next to the couch, Jake gently placed his hand on your stomach. Leaning over, he pressed his lips to your bump before whispering, “Hey there, jelly bean. I made it. Have you been behavin’ and keepin’ your mama company while I was gone?” Jake felt a small flutter of movement beneath his hand and he grinned. “That’s my girl.”

Giving your stomach one last rub, he stood up and leaned over you as you continued to sleep. Tipping your chin back, he pressed his lips to yours. For a moment, you moaned and started to pull away. But then, you must have recognized him even in your dreams because you leaned into his kiss and returned it. 

When Jake pulled away, your eyes slowly opened and it took you a moment to grasp what you were seeing in front of you. But when you did, your lip began to quiver as you reached out your hand to cup his face. “J-Jake? Are you really here?”

Jake chuckled deep in his throat as he leaned into your hand. “What kind of question is that?”

“I mean, I’m not still dreaming, am I?”

“No, baby. I’m really here.”

Tears streaming down your face, you threw your arms around his neck as you choked out, “Oh God! I didn’t think you were going to make it.”

Jake buried his face into your hair, breathing in deeply. “I promised you last year I wouldn’t miss this.” He ran his hand over your stomach. “Especially now. Our first Christmas with our new family.”

You sobbed into his neck. “I know, but I still… I wasn’t sure. I hoped though.”

The two of you held each other for a long time. Then in a soft, fearful whisper, you asked, “How long can you stay?”

Jake sat back and wiped the tears from your face. “We’ll talk about that later. Right now, let me just look at you.”

“Ugh, no. I’m a whale.” You tried to cover your stomach with a nearby blanket, but Jake stopped you. 

Taking your hand and placing it over your stomach, he said, “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

You bit your lip and glanced away. But then your smile slipped as you asked again, “How long, Jake? I have to know.”

Glancing at his watch, Jake sighed. “Well, it is now 12:08 Christmas morning, so I guess I can give you your gift now.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a letter and handed it to you. Warily, you took it from him and opened it. Squinting in the dim light from the decorations, you read what it said, your lips silently mouthing the words as you went along. Jake grinned as your eyes grew wide and you stared up at him in disbelief. “Is this– is this real?”

“Yep. Maverick got them to transfer me off the Dagger Squad for one year. Instead, I’ll be working in recruitment here at the base in town. So I’ll be here for all of it. The rest of your pregnancy, her birth, all those first milestones. I know it doesn’t make up for the time we lost but I thought—”

He was cut off as you once again threw your arms around his neck, sobbing harder than before. “J-ake, you didn’t have to– but what about the Squad? You love flying with them.”

“I do, and I’ll miss it. But I love you, both of you, more. And Mav said I can come back after a year if I want. He already cleared it with Cyclone.” Jake squeezed you tighter against his chest. “I’ve already missed so much. I don’t want to miss a second of our daughter’s life or being here to help you raise her.”

“Wow…” you hiccupped through your tears. “You really made up for last year.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Jake laughed. Then he took your face and kissed you, deeply and lovingly. It was the kindt of kiss that said all the things you could never put into words. The kind of kiss that only happened between two people who loved each other fully and completely. The kind of kiss he hoped to give you every day from now on.

And when you broke apart, Jake gazed into your puffy, tear-stained eyes and promised, “This is our new tradition. From now on, I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.”

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