#the lighter one is bc...... sparks

[mrsmarlasinger]

I can always tell I'm having a work dream because I wake up with the fucking schedule still in my mind's eye

[jaylalolz]

,,BEST PART’’ nicholas chavez

a/n : since none of yall wanted to make a fic about this lovely man.. imma do it myself

warnings : none

summary : in an interview, actress Madelyn Kennedy reveals her celebrity crush on actor Nicholas Chavez, sparking excitement among her fans. It quickly gets attention on social media, with fans buzzing about the potential chemistry between the two.

Madelyn Kennedy adjusted her microphone and smiled brightly at the camera. The vibrant buzzed with energy as the host, Jake Harrington, settled into his chair across from her. The air was thick with anticipation, not just for Madelyn's upcoming projects, but for what might unfold during the interview.

“Welcome back to Hollywood Spotlight! Today, we have the incredibly talented Madelyn Kennedy with us,” Jake announced, his enthusiasm infectious. “Madelyn, it’s great to have you here!”

“Thanks for having me, Jake! I’m so excited to be here,” Madelyn replied, her heart racing slightly. She loved these moments, sharing her passion with fans who tuned in from all over the world.

“So, let’s dive right in! Fans are eagerly awaiting Outer Banks Season 4, which is set to premiere on October 10th. What can you tell us about it?” Jake leaned forward, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Madelyn took a breath, her excitement bubbling over. “I can’t wait for everyone to see it! This season is going to be the biggest yet. We’ve really upped the stakes with the storylines. There’s more adventure, more twists, and a deeper exploration of our characters. I think fans are going to be on the edge of their seats!”

“Sounds thrilling! Any hints you can drop about what to expect?” Jake pressed, a grin spreading across his face.

“Well, without giving too much away,” she said, playfully biting her lip, “let’s just say the Pogues face some serious challenges that test their friendships and loyalty. It’s a wild ride!”

“Now that sounds like something to look forward to! But let’s switch gears a bit. On a more personal note, do you have any celebrity crushes?” Jake’s tone turned lighter, inviting her to share something more intimate.

Madelyn paused for a moment, a playful smirk creeping onto her face. “Actually, I do!” she said, leaning in slightly as if sharing a secret. “I have a crush on Nicholas Chavez. He’s just incredible!”

The studio erupted with a mix of gasps and excited chatter, and Madelyn’s cheeks flushed slightly. She could feel the buzz of energy in the air as Jake’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Nicholas Chavez! That’s a popular choice! What is it about him that draws you in?” Jake asked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Madelyn laughed, her confidence returning. “I mean, he’s such a talented actor. I loved his work on General Hospital and recently Monsters, and he just has this amazing energy. Plus, he seems like a genuinely nice person. What’s not to like?”

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user the crossover we didn’t knew we needed

user wait bc they would be such a hot couple…

user madelyn forgetting that she’s on her main instead of spam LMAOO

user oh i’m living for this

user i ship

user white boy of the month

user no bc that one scene in monsters when he only had a towel on… DROP IT😫

user need him in a romcom w mads

user nicholas just pulled the baddest bitch

[xoluvx]

I adore every single piece of work u put out. If u still take requests I would love a fic where Billie and reader share a room on tour and reader waits for Billie to fall asleep so she can get rid of her bulit up tension. But Billie wakes up and kind of joins her and it turns into a quite relieving experience for both of them.

no bc i was ✨foaming✨ at the mouth when i saw this request. thank u anon this is all i ever wanted. i-

The one thing about sharing a room with Billie during tour was the inability to take care of your pent up sexual tension. It was a frustration you carried around daily. Slowly building from a small spark to an untamable forest fire. You’d smile through it, clapping and cheering her on, but all you wanted to do was go back to your room and just let it all go. But of course your room was her room and if you were there she was there.

“You okay?” Billie asked that night as she crawled into bed.

You were standing by the foot of the bed probably staring off into space. Every imaginable thought had ran through your head. It was wild.

Your glass was full, you were spilling at the seams. Your underwear was uncomfortable and you were aching. So when you got into bed and she drifted to sleep, you had to do it.

You sighed quietly, inhaling and exhaling fisting the sheets near your face. The internal battle brewing. You glanced at her side. You could hear her soft breathing, her back facing you. You wouldn’t take more than five minutes tops with the way you’d been feeling lately.

You slid one hand under the covers finding the seam of your shorts. Your hand wandered under the fabric pushing your underwear to the side.

The touch was electrifying.

Finally days and days of tension were unraveling right under your fingertips. It’s was so gratifying. Like a veil lifted, you felt lighter and fuck you were almost there. So close you could almost taste-

“Billie,” you breathed. Your hand frozen between your legs. The sheets pooling around your body. She was facing you. Eyes fixed on your face, shining even in the dim light sneaking through the curtains.

“Fuck,” you muttered taking your hand out of your shorts and pulling the sheets up to your chin. Oh fuck no. No, no, no. Your head was pounding with all sorts of possible outcomes.

All but one.

The one where she was inching closer. Her hot breath lingering near your ear. Lips brushing your skin.

Her hand found your thigh. Fingers spreading over your bare skin wrapping around the back of your leg. Sweaty and hot.

“Please,” you begged and you didn’t even know what you were begging for. But your body knew and so did Billie.

Her hand cupped your pussy and you moaned. There it was. What you were searching for. Billie smiled with satisfaction. She moaned when your arousal started seeping through your shorts. You opened your legs wider and finally her hand slipped under your shorts, finger separating your folds.

Desperate to touch her, you turned your body and your noses brushed. Your breaths mingled as your hand disappeared in her sweats.

A small moan passed between your bodies as you found her clit. Finger moving, eyes searching for signs on her face. When she bit her lip and moved her hips, you knew you had her. She slipped two fingers in your pussy as you rubbed her clit.

You gasped and moaned and whimpered in sync. Hips moving rhythmically. You both closed your legs feeling the burning desire ignited by your hands touching in places no hands of friends should touch.

“I’m gonna cum,” she announced first as your bodies pressed closer and your limbs tangled in the soft sheets.

“Cum with me,” you moaned rubbing harder on her clit, fingers wet and sliding. She whimpered and nodded her head curling her fingers burying them deeper in your pussy pressing on your g spot.

The room was hot like the temperature of your bodies.

And when your lips finally touched the whole world stopped. It was what you both needed to push you off that cliff into the trashing waves. Bodies shaking and tangled. Mouths clinging to each other as you shared this moment and orgasms.

[asliceofzosan]

i've seen figure skater sanji and hockey player zoro before. idk if its been explored but i'd love to put it out there:

hockey player sanji (specifically goalie bc he desperately wants to avoid being checked) and then pairs skater zoro.

pairs skater zoro's long time partner has been nami. though many people ship them together a Lot, they just know each other super well. Well enough to try dating and both of them realized they don't swing that way. in fact, it makes them a really good team. they fought long and hard to claim top spots in competitions because they portray a chemistry that's separate from the rest. plus zoro can carry nami like she weighs fucking nothing. so their lifts are so much more dynamic. they even have a whole next to impossible combination that they're trying to get the ISU to name after them officially.

sanji plays for the East Blue Straw Hats in the Grand Line Hockey League – a formidable rookie group that took down lots of big names in the preseason. they want to make it all the way to the postseason playoff finals but always seem to fall short. but theyre so determined. they reignited a lot of old sparks that were no longer there for old fans and brought in new and curious fans. sanji is the starter goalie and a damn good one at that. it makes sense bc goalies are often doing splits on the ice just to make a save. he's perfected the technique that utilizes just his legs to make saves that make the crowd go fuckin insane.

we have the usual "i booked the rink to practice before you did" trope but a little more spice. in actuality, sanji loves watching pairs skating competitions. his favorite pair rn is franky and robin (mostly for robin). and he adamantly does not want to admit to anyone that he watches zoro and nami's routines much more frequently. (and if anyone asks, he always says its bc of nami. its never just bc of nami.) and zoro's besties with luffy so he always watches their matches even if he barely understands the rules. and he definitely does not stare at a certain blond starter goalie most of the match thats fucking ridiculous

one day zoro and sanji are invited to do one of those comparison videos between hockey players and figure skaters. both get to laugh at the other even Attempting to do their sport. zoro frankly looks ridiculous in all of sanji's usual goalie get-up. and sanji couldn't land an euler to save his life. the video producer suggests they try a simple pairs skating routine. sanji is like "oh i couldn't do that–hEY WHAT THE FUCK MOSSHEAD PUT ME DOWN" because zoro lifted sanji and had him sat on his shoulder like it was normal.

zoro smirks, "you might be lighter than nami, actually. wanna be my new partner?"

sanji knees him in the stomach before skating away while blushing so hard he could melt the ice beneath him.

[deatheless]

oh, shit, he's right. when she looks over where directed, the pile of pizza boxes sitting by the register practically stares her in the face. it was totally obvious. ( so obvious, in fact, that when she turns back around, she can spot felix over ben's shoulder already halfway through a slice. ) ugh, she must be more in her head than she thought.

❛ oh, no — don't worry about that, we'll be fine. ❜ mina says quickly, and offers him what she hopes is a trustworthy smile. she tries to tamp down the flare of embarrassment that he mentioned it at all — he seems tired, so it was ( probably, hopefully ) not because he thinks they specifically would make a mess and more just out of desire to not have more work to do. she hopes. they don't give off that vibe, do they?

despite everything, she doesn't move. she's not really that hungry, if she's being honest with herself. she can thank the nervous pit in her stomach for that. instead, mina taps her fingers against her thigh, glancing down at her guitar for another long moment, before looking back up with a sheepish smile. ❛ any shot you're good at tuning? it's very quickly becoming kind of the bane of my existence. ❜

what he had thought he'd made very clear (and in hindsight was probably too clear and this is his boss being purposeful because she loves him and also likes to cause him grief) when they first started hosting these was that he didn't want to be on shift when they were happening. not to set up, not to tear down, not to deal with any of the logistics, not to even sit there and listen to the bands. whatever.

it's been a long night. it's far after the time the store usually closes because that's the only time they could guarantee none of the other shop owners would complain about the noise, but it's also been going on three hours of listening to music. (some of it fine. some of it not so much.)

"i don't care. there's like, four boxes left." which isn't an exaggeration. the pizza's probably a little bit cold and picked over, but there's a stack there towards the front, near the registers. "but i have to clean it up if you make a mess, so. don't do that."

[ayylovley]

i’ve read somewhere that Sam’s aftercare would be the best so <4 - What their aftercare is like> for Sam, please? 🥹🥹 also Jake if possible bc he’s the sweetest boy ever 💕

Depending on how he feels about you and to me I’d think Jake would be the sweetest (Vasco too but I say Jake cuz he’s one of the only Lookism guys that would fuck you like a slut and then you’d have the sweetest aftercare)

4. after care with sameuel and jake

Samuel Seo

The small flame lights the end of Samuel’s cigarette when he pressed his thumb pad down on the lighter’s spark-wheel, letting him inhale a long good drag of the nicotine after that amazingly good fuck that made his ego rise even more. Tipping his head back, his lips make a ‘O’ shape to blow out the thick cloud of smoke in the air. You could hear your boyfriend practically groan from that hit, as you lay next to him with your hazy eyes looking up at smoke fade and disappear into the musky bedroom.

Finally he speaks, “was it good enough to get you in the bath, baby? How’s your legs?”

He asked that question with some condescension that can’t be ignored. Still, you appreciate how sweet he is to you after being with you long enough to make him take care of you however you’d like afterwards. “No it’s ok I don’t need a bath tonight. My legs do hurt though. I like it when you massage my inner thighs, babe.”

A grin pulls on his lips, “You got it, baby cakes.”

Sticking the cigarette in between his teeth, he watches you roll over slightly spreading your legs for him to rub the places you felt the most pain in.

A soft moan escaped her lips, despite your core throbbing from how many times he’s made you cum, you can’t help but want more of his touch when his inked hands rub so hard against your skin yet knows how to be gentle. Hearing your sounds encourages Samuel to keep going, using the thumb that was just on the spark-wheel to light the cigarette that remains in his mouth to really dig onto the space dangerously close to the folds.

Using one hand to slip the stick away from his lips, he leans down in need of kissing your opened mouth when you’re moaning from his massages like that. His strong hands roam up your body, still being gentle and caressing places that left you just… euphoric.

The little sounds of both of your lips sliding, you feel his fingers lift your chin a little bit to have your eyes open and glance into his with a hazy sight.

“You’re so sexy, baby. I just can’t help but fuck you so hard that you’d barely form words or make a sound.”

Ugh! Moments like this, when he uses his cockiness with being so gentle yet making it clear he still wants you, it does something to you. Especially the long, slow, wet kisses in times like this just fold you. You didn’t want to lose this moment but your body screaming for him to go again, you want to savor this moment like you always do.

Because it’s rare when Samuel is soft like this.

Jake Kim

Jake was such a sweet boyfriend to you, you’d melt in his hands and arms after a long hardcore fuck session that left you not being able to move. But with his treatment and aftercare you can feel almost completely fine the next day.

After all, he’s a romantic through and through.

As you lay there absolutely exhausted and sweaty, he knew that you wouldn’t be able to stand in the shower. So with his strong arms, you’re scooped up from the bed having his muscles flex a little. You blush as you’re lifted up from the ground to be taken to the bathroom where down the hallway you can hear soft music playing, and already spot the lights off, but a flicker of candles were in your vision. You gush hard at this gesture that leaves your heart aching.

“Jake…”

Jake smiles softly hearing the appreciation in your voice when he took you to the tub and played you carefully in the bubbly water. The heat kissing your body makes you moan a little when the soreness that was taking over your inner thighs felt better instantly. The soft sultry music playing on his phone increased the relaxation. “Aren’t you gonna join me?” With a chuckle he nods and you shift your body slightly to let him step in with you. With you on his lap, you melt into him when your arms rest on his, his muscular arms wrap around your waist protectively. Just setting the mood for this romanticism more.

Jake looks at you with heart eyes, he never thought he’d find someone honestly and let alone someone he got so lucky with. Using every love language in the book, his lips lower to your ear to whisper sweet nothings. Making you practically lovesick.

“Your eyes just make me forget about the world around us. And I can just beg you to let me kiss those lips.”

Gushing and putty in his hands, your eyebrows thread softly. “My god I, I love you so much, Jake.” He knows what you’re feeling in this moment because he feels it too.

“I love you more, (Y/N).”

[herlittlel0ve]

Jealousy? No.

Regulus has a drink in his hand that Mary had so graciously taken upon herself to make for him. He was sitting on a couch in the middle of the Gryffindor common room next to Barty and Evan. Sirius was cuddled up to Remus on the couch across from him.

Barty leaned over Evan to talk in Regulus's ear. "You do know that Potter is being talked up by a girl next to the portrait right?"

Regulus turns to look at his face "Hmm? Oh yeah she's been talking to him for a while now"

"And? You're not gonna go over there?" He looks at him confused and reaches a hand over to feel his forehead. "Are you feeling alright?"

Regulus scoffs and slaps his hand away. "I'm fine. I trust James besides even if she's been talking to him this whole time his eyes have been on me all night"

Barty sits back and still looks lost. "So you're not gonna go over there? Not gonna say anything?"

"No?"

"That's mental I don't think I would be able to breathe if a girl was all on Ev like that" He looks put out just thinking about it.

"That's bc you're a possessive bastard" He rolls his eyes "I need a smoke, do you have anything?"

Barty shakes his head and gestures towards someone on the other side of Regulus. "Ask a Puff"

Regulus gets off the couch and in less then a minute he has a blunt between his lips and a lighter in hand. He flips it open and spins the spark wheel again and again... But nothing happens. "Fuck it's dead, do you have another one?" But the curly headed Hufflepuff just shakes his head, Henry? was that his name? "Sorry mate, ask around? 'ts all yours" and turns around to walk away.

"Lupin! Got a zippo?"

"Sirius had it" Regulus turns to him and opens his hand palm up. "Give it, I just got a free blunt and I'm not gonna let it go to waste just because you're a git" Sirius who is now tucked away in Remus's side just shrugs sloppily and mermers "Gave it to Prongs"

And with an eye roll Regulus is gone to find his boyfriend. He doesn't speak, doesn't need to they've been dating for almost a year now. So instead of asking James for the lighter he walks behind him and feels his back pockets for it. No interrupted conversations needed. Well that's what he was hoping for.

"Excuse me what do you think you're doing?" It doesn't come from James so Regulus doesn't look up to answer or bother to stop. "Looking for a lighter" He responds sounds bored. He pulls out what's in the right pocket, a container that has a bunch of roches that could probably amount to one full blunt but no lighter. He places it back in the right pocket and feel in the left, empty.

"Don't you find that quite rude?" She's still talking? As if on command James lifts his drink up so Regulus can swing under his arm to get to his front. He sticks his hips out towards him also. "Find what rude?" He finally responds feeling the left front pocket of James's jeans.

"Feelings around in someones pocket without asking" the girl says. Regulus rolls his eyes and looks up at James. "Do you mind?" "Not at all" James says with a smile and lift his drink to take a swig. Regulus turn around to the girl with a cocky smile. "See? He doesn't mind" and whips back around to the pocket, empty. He moves onto the right pocket and places his hand in it and come out with a silver lighter engraved with a sun. He rolls his eyes, it's his own lighter. The one he and Sirius had gotten into a argument about when it went 'missing'.

He flips it open and spins the spark wheel finally lighting the blunt. He does a sigh of relief and takes a puff then releases the smoke and fans it away from his face. "Well then don't you find it rude to interrupt someone's conversation because of your own selfish reasons?" Ah, that's what she's really upset about. Regulus continues smoking the blunt and leans his back into James chest while an arm comes up to hold his waist right above his hip. "I was trying to avoid that" He slips the lighter back into James's pocket. "Well then, I'll leave you so you can continue to flirt with my boyfriend" He's about to push off from James chest and leave the two alone again but before he can the girl backs up and points her finger at Regulus.

"He is not your boyfriend" "Yes he is" He replies bored. Truly there was no reason for this he just wanted a lighter. "Than why has he been talking to me this entire time" The girl props her hip out and put her hand on it. Oh this is getting good now. Regulus smirks and takes another long hit before answering. "Because you were talking to him?" "He didn't say he was in a relationship" She responds. Is she trying to fight with me about my own boyfriend? He rolls his eyes and passes off the blunt to James. "Did you ask? Or were you to busy trying to get his dick inside you?"

The girl turn bright red but it's uncertain if it's from embarrassment or anger. "Listen I don't have time to fight with you over my own boyfriend. He's hot I get it" The girl scoffs "He's not your boyfriend" He rolls his eyes and turns around. He reaches around James waist to pull out the container and takes the blunt from James's lips. He puts it out on the top of it then places the remainder inside before shutting it and slipping it back into his back pocket.

"Like I said I don't have time to argue with you about my own boyfriend" He's talking to the girl but isn't facing her instead he places his hands on either side of James' face before continuing. "If you want to flirt with someone's boyfriend go find a different one this one's busy" He leans in and connects they're lips it's starts off soft but turns more rough the longer it lasts.

He briefly hears a cup being passed off before two hands encompass his waist and pull him in hard. He's pressed up against a wall. The kisses grow more heated until they break apart for air. However James seems to think he's immortal because he starts kissing down Regulus's neck without a breath inbetween. Regulus moves his hands up into James hair before tugging gently only getting a groan in response so he tugs harder. James finally detaches from his neck.

"What?" He doesn't move his breath is hot against Regulus neck. He laughs. "What was her name?" "Hmm?" James asks he's leaving what's supposed to be innocent closed mouth kisses on Regulus's neck but they are growing hotter. Regulus tugs on his hair again "What was her name?". James looks up finally "uhh Jes? Jessica? I don't remember. Why'd you make me stop?" The last question came out more whiny as he continues to kiss his neck up to his jaw and then to his lips again.

"Mm" is the only response Regulus can get out before his lips are getting pulled into another rough kiss. He pulls away and lifts his lips up to whisper into James ear. "How about you take me upstairs and show me how good you are with that mouth of yours? Since you're so eager" That earns him a bite on the neck before he is all but dragged upstairs. He doesn't see that Jessica girl on the way there.

[articskele]

Woe, Pony Town Oncelers be upon ye!! Plus more pony-ified versions with different coat colors ouo

The Onceler always struck me as an earth pony, maybe a mule? I considered giving him longer ears

Both bc of his farming background, in reference to Melvin, and for the idea of making your way to the top through sheer hard work and innovation, not having to rely on any fancy powers!

And he's just so cute- I like how you can see the brown part of his gloves when he lies down ouo

He EEPY, featuring messy wet hair

And the Biggering AU version has his fancy peacock wings!

Biggerler, the man himself! Featuring a little trick that makes it look like he's got those long curly coattails ouo

Also an earth pony! I think the greyscale look really fits him, and that dark marking between his eyes makes him look especially serious

(There is a shark plushie in Pony Town that I would've added in reference to Viktor, but it's one of the Halloween collectables I don't have yet :pensive:)

A note about his neck, you can make things the same color as the in-game grass to create the illusion of it being invisible! So it's like his head is floating ouo

Pony Bitter's got a light green coat with darker ends of his ears, a lighter snout, and mark on his forehead that may or may not be foreshadowing-

And I made him a unicorn! I like the idea that an infected unicorn's magic turns yellow and unstable, so I'm picturing him lashing out at someone and his horn sparks

Which would add extra emphasis to the idea that he's dangerous, and something needs to be done fast.

ROCKYYYYYY- Sporting his skull bandanna and the little star on his goggles and everything! A pegasus this time, since those kinds of classic rock songs tend to use wing imagery

And the markings make him look like a bird ouo

And his second outfit! I looove love love how he goes from a nice blue to this murky blue-green, with the markings turning dull. The fiery wings are a reference to this post!

And lastly, have pony Artic with a little Onceler plushie ouo

[atopvisenyashill]

Does anyone really think that the Great Green Boom isn't coming? Like the capital is a tinderbox, it is a time bomb and Dany has the world biggest lighter?

Regardless of her intentions or interests, it is all going to blow up. Literally.

yeah that’s one thing about it too is that okay so dany is queen….do you think king’s landing isn’t still going up in flames?? why would we introduce chekov’s nuke if it’s not gonna explode later on?

i can point to plenty of people and theories that centered around the idea that dany would ~accidentally~ blow up king’s landing and then also potentially maliciously blow up the water gardens that existed well before the show, said by people who still think she’s gonna be the hero. it’s not new bc it’s sooooo incredibly obvious that, on purpose or on accident, dany is going to come up against either someone she can’t beat or another dragon rider and spark the wildfire. half of her visions point to her being there and being an active participant in the destruction of king’s landing. and there’s plenty of narrative tragedy in the idea that dany accidentally finishes her father’s work and destroys the city, never aware that using her dragons on the city will spell its doom - but that’s the point of the dragons isn’t it? when you use the weapons of valyria to conquer like valyria, the doom follows you home. it happened during maegor’s rule, it happened during the dance, and it’s gonna happen again when all our modern day dragon riders get to westeros and start relying on dragons to crush their enemies.

[graylinesspam]

Rex sits down on a create on the edges of the camp. He sets is datapad down for a moment and fishes in one of the pouches of his belt until he pulls out a paper wrapped stick.

Its oddly glued together from two pieces of rolling paper that have been meticulously cut down the middle and rolled back together into a cylindrical shape glued with his dry spit. This unholy concoction is a mix of a caf stick and a nic stick.

The medics advise against mixing stimulants and depressants but frankly, Rex doesn't care. He has files he needs to fill out and process and a deep ache in his shoulder from a nasty fall a couple of days ago.

He needs this time to himself, to have his smoke and do his work and not be physically responsible for another person for a few minutes. The battery pack on one of his blasters slides easily from the stock of the gun. One press of cycle button activates the metal connectors and without a blaster and a gas canister attached the metal heats uselessly.

He touches the end to the hot metal and the paper sparks and ignites.

A couple quick puffs of air draw the fire down the line of chem sprayed herbs and they smolder with a dry heat.

He pinches the smoke between two fingers and draws in a long breathe.

After the inadvisable mix of stims starts saturate his blood he holds the smoke between his teeth freeing his hands to retrieve the pad and begins his word.

the white stick hangs low from the corner of his mouth and occasionally ash falls off to powder over his thigh plate.

Across the camp he can hear the Anakin and Ahsoka bickering. Hardcase laughing at something. The medics dragging another crate to their tent. The scuff of the guards boots as they walk the perimeter on watch. The tap of his own fingers against the screen.

He lets the time tick. The occasional draw of breath through the smoke notching the passage of it until the fire burns close to his face.

The red flash of the low burn bobs in the bottom of his vision.

When the smoke is too short to hold in his mouth he removes it, the little nub almost too small to pinch between his fingers. His small slice of alone time is up. The do not disturb light burning out as he fails to draw oxygen through it anymore.

He crushes the thing underfoot and turns to leave as the head medic, Cadaver, walks up to his smoke spot.

Rex braces for a reprimand but the surly man does little more than lean against another crate across from him, hand fishing around in one of his pockets until he pulls a smoke of his own out.

His dark eyes cut to Rex, a challenge in them as he pulls a makeshift lighter of his own out.

Rex cuts a smile and turns away, letting the other man have his break. Rex has responsibilities he must return too after all. And he'd never begrudge another man for finding a moment of peace.

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@circadianaa, tagging you bc of the boy

[i-speak-for-the-universe]

(READ TAGSSS… pls) Dropping another chapter bc late night motivation got me in a choke hold last night (Logicality Siren AU fic)

Patton woke up on sun-warmed sand, him flipping onto his stomach to cough up non-existent water, all he could remember before being thrown overboard was the hurtful chant’s overwhelming his ears.

He was still thoroughly confused, dazed by the quickly warming mid-afternoon summer sun into another spell of unconsciousness.

He wasn’t expecting to wake up for the second time, already anticipating himself in some type of afterlife until someone shook him, jolting him into complete consciousness.

He yelped, a name almost coming to his lips before it disappeared on his tongue, leaving him panting in the oddly empty air.

“Oh thank the gods, he’s alive.” A relieved voice spoke, followed by a rougher, more scruffy and teasing one. “Ugh, boo! No fun!”

“Remus!” The first voice scorned, Patton blinking as his eyes adjusted to the wonkily distributed candle and lantern light. “Hello? Are you there?” Patton heard words being spoken to him, a hand waving an inch or so away from his face.

He swallowed, getting his breathing under control before answering. “Y-yeah. Where… Where am I?” He asked shakily, giving himself a shake before rubbing his nose bridge, realizing his glasses weren’t there and quickly checking for his conch shell, which was luckily still secure around his neck.

One of the voices snorted, the one Patton assumed was Remus. “Somewhere safer than out their baking on the beach like a human gingersnap.” Patton turned to look at Remus as he spoke.

Remus was tall, his head covered in a mass of long and thick dark brown curls. He had emerald green eyes and a scraggly (yet it was obviously styled to look that way) dark brown mustache. He was wearing black leather pants, boots, and fingerless gloves, covering his chest with a black-dyed deer hide tunic.

“Yes, my brother is at least somewhat right.” So the two were brothers. “This is our humble abode, and we have brought you her in the hope that you are not dead.” The other voice explained, Patton turning to look at that brother.

“And, my apologies, we have not yet introduced ourselves. I am Roman,” Roman put a hand to his chest respectfully. “And that,” He gestured to Remus. “Is my twin brother, Remus.” Remus mimicked the hand-to-chest gesture his brother did, there seeming to be at least an ounce of respect in the man.

Patton took a second to examine Roman before introducing himself in turn. Roman was an inch or two shorter than Remus, straighter and lighter brown hair cut shorter on his head, eyes a shade of brown that sparked a deep red at some angles.

He was wearing brown leather pants and boots, the boots stained darker than his pants. His shirt was an off-white cotton and he seemed to have a leather quiver strapped to his back.

“Oh, it’s alright, I’m Patton by the way!” Patton finally introduced himself, offering a hand for both of the twins to shake.

“Don’t worry, we’ll show you around our small beachside town after we get you something to eat.” Roman said after shaking his hand, smiling confidently as he spoke. “I’m sure you’ll make friends fast, you seem to be a good fellow.”

Roman helped Patton get off of the small bed he woke up on as Remus scurried off to get Patton a change of clothes. Once changed into simple horse leather pants and an off-white and blue striped shirt (though everything was slightly baggy considering the twins both had slightly larger statures than him), he was happy to eat nearly anything set in front of him.

Thankfully, what was set in front of him was a simple spaghetti, though obviously made by Roman due to the twin’s comment on his brother’s inability to not set fire to something when cooking over the three’s meal. The two feuded for the rest of the meal even after they both finished.

Eventually, the argument defused, leading Remus to comment on what to do. “Oo! Ro-bro, we should show Patton around the city!”

While Roman agreed and the twins started deciding where to take Patton, he was internally struggling. He literally just washed up to this town no more than a day ago and now they want to show him the town already?

He was on the fence but it was clear they weren’t going today, so the twins set Patton up with a cot and other sleeping materials before explaining where they would be going tomorrow.

The twins went upstairs to bed, leaving Patton downstairs with just a little lantern and a teddy he was given to snuggle for the night to keep him company.

Something just felt… wrong. The twins were very hospitable, don’t get him wrong, but he just felt like there was an inexplainable gap in his memory that he just couldn’t piece together.

Well, there wasn’t much he could do right now. So, he simply brushed it off the best he could, blowing out the lantern before settling down for bed.

[ebodebo]

okay so basically, it’s f readerxprice (he’s so bbg) and they’re secretly in a relationship like no one on the 141 knows and right before this mission they eloped. But BASICALLY bc the angst is angsting they get caught in a huge fire fight and Price runs to lead the bad people away from where she was hiding to protect her but shes like “fuck that we are not separating” and goes after him but she’s too late and can’t save him

(Screaming, crying, throwing up submitting this but I know you’re gonna do great shawty🥰🙏)

Recon By Fire

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"I mean it, you know?" Price whispered into her hair, leaving a light kiss on her head. His arms laced around her waist as she lay on his chest. "Mean what?" She questions, gently running her pointer finger across his bare chest. "About getting married." He says matter-of-factly. 

"You're still drunk, John," She laughed, lifting her head slightly to look at his face. She was met with a stone-cold expression, eyes full of seriousness. "I'm serious." Her eyes widened as she sat up quickly. "John." He gently grabbed one of her hands, massaging her palm with his finger.

"I mean it." Her mouth opens slightly. "You want to marry me? What about all the complications?" She continues. "You are my superior. People already talk and don't even know we are dating." He grunts. "So let them." She lets out a breath. "John, are you being serious?"

He lets go of her and rummages through his shirt pocket, pulling out a simple silver band with a small diamond in the middle. "Very." She straightens her back, letting out a quiet laugh. "I know it's not the most magnificent ring, but I can get you-" He's cut off by her springing towards him and encasing him in a tight hug. 

"I love it." She says, her eyes brimming with tears. "I love you. Of course, I'll marry you." He releases a breath of relief. "Oh, thank God." She pulls away and watches as he grabs her hand and slips the ring on her finger. "Fits like a glove." She looks up at him. "You did good." 

"I always do good, no?" He cheekily smiles. She rolls her eyes, with a smile on her face, and reaches her hands out to cup his face to kiss him. 

After lazily lying around for a while, they decided to get some takeout. Although all they wanted to do was laze around, their hunger overrode their tiredness. They reluctantly dragged themselves out of the cozy bed and slipped their shoes on to head out. Price grabbed her coat and slipped it onto her. "What a gentleman." She beamed. "Only sometimes." He said, causing her to hit his bicep gently.

Her and Price wandered the city streets until they reached a whole-in-the-wall diner. They opted to take their food to go to enjoy the apartment's warmth. 

On their walk home, Price pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. "Were those just sitting next to my ring?" She questioned, cocking an eyebrow. He chuckled raspily, getting the lighter from his pocket to spark the smoke. "John." She urged. He turned to face her and rolled his eyes at her aversiveness. "Fine. Fine, Your Highness." He said, courteously bowing his neck to her, tossing his cigarette on the ground and stepping on it. "I quite like that." She hummed. He smiled at her comment, and they both continued walking.

As he was glazing over the surrounding building, one stood out. An old, desolate building. It was built with white bricks and had red accents. The only thing that caught his eye was the sign in the shape of a heart with two cherubs on either side that read, "Honey Magnolia's Wedding Chapel," in the middle of the building. He halted.

She turned her head to face him. "Everything okay?" She questioned. He turned to face her. "Do you see that over there?" He gestured to the little chapel. "Yes. I have eyes. I can see it." She laughed. He rolled his eyes. "Can we detour?" 

"The food will get cold." She remarked. "It will only take a second. I want to go look on the inside." She grudgingly obliged. They crossed the road to go into the chapel, almost getting hit by a bike in the process but getting there unscathed. Price pulled open the door for her and was met with the noise of a little bell. He followed suit after her. 

It was small on the inside. It was mainly white, but there were pictures hanging around of what they assumed were couples who had gotten married there. 

As they continued looking around, a woman's voice echoed off the walls. "What a beautiful couple we have here!" The woman walked over to them and gathered them in a hug. She let go of them and walked behind the desk. "What special would you like today?" The woman questioned, her smile taking up her whole face, pulling out a laminated book containing the various offers available. 

Price's fiance's eyes went wide, quickly correcting the woman. "Oh. No. We're just looking around." She smiled. Price glanced at her and then at the woman. "What were the specials?" He questioned. His finance swiveled her head to face him, her eyes going wide. "Can you give us one moment, please?" Price pursed his lips as she dragged him by the arm to a nearby corner.

"John." Her voice carried a warning tone. "I was just wondering about the specials." He insisted. Her eyes narrowed. "Quite the coincidence you asked me to marry you only a bit ago, no?" He shrugged, a smirk taking over his face. "What are you proposing?" She questioned, speciously. 

"I mean, we're engaged."

"Yes."

"This is a wedding chapel."

"Clearly."

"We are going to get married."

"Naturally."

"Well.." He continued. "Why don't we just do it here?" She let out a soft laugh.

"Oh come on." He smiled, grabbing her hands. "Marry me." He looked into her eyes. "Right here. Right now." Her face plastered an unsure expression. "What will everyone say? A secret marriage?"

"Stop worrying about everyone else. This is about us." He brought his hands up and gently grazed her cheek with his thumb. "You and me." He continued, lightly shrugging. "Also, did you see those deals? Can't beat 'em'." She let out a soft laugh, bringing her hand up, resting on his hand resting on her face. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. This is insane." 

"Eh. Could be crazier." He remarked. "So..a firm yes, right?"

"Of course."

With that, the two reached the counter and picked out their special. "If you'll follow me this way, sweetheart." The woman says to her. "I'll get you all ready." They separated from each other and made their way to two separate rooms so they could get dressed.

"Wow. This is a beautiful dress." She said to the woman as she ran her fingers over the fabric. "Where did you get it?" She questioned as she lifted her head to look her in the eyes. "I made it some time ago." The woman said as she gathered the other woman's hair in an updo. She made a shocked expression. "Get out! You did not." She exclaims, smiling. "Oh yes. Took about six months in total." The woman smiles. "I couldn't tell you how many times I nicked myself with my needle." Both women laugh. "Let's finish getting you all ready. I can tell that one you have is quite antsy." She snickers. 

Once she was done getting ready, she stepped outside the door and stood behind a closed door that opened into the chapel. Price's beaming face greeted her. Her steps were slow and deliberate until she eventually made it to him. "You look so beautiful." He chimed as he reached for her hand, which did not have flowers. Her face pinkened as she returned the compliment. 

In hindsight, the ceremony was quite lackluster some would consider it to be tacky, but, at that moment, it didn't matter where they were; it mattered that they were there doing it together.

"Do you take this woman to be your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The officiate proclaims to Price.

"I do." His lips curl into a smile.

"Do you take this man to be your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until death do you part?" The officiate proclaims to her. 

She stares into his eyes, so full of love. "I do."

"By the power vested in me, it is my great privilege to pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!" Price swifty brought his hands up to cup her face and pressed a soft, deep kiss onto her lips.

They walked down the aisle, hand in hand, in pure marital bliss. Once they stepped out of the chapel doors, the people in the central portion clapped and whistled. She handed the bouquet to the woman at the desk before they stepped outside.

"Oh. The clothes?" She gestured to the white gown she was wearing and the tuxedo he was wearing. "Don't worry, honey. I bought them. So we could always have them." Her teeth tugged on her lower lip as she smiled. "I love you, John." She said as she grabbed his hand. "I love you too." He smiled as his fingers laced through hers. 

One week. It had been exactly one week before they had to leave their new matrimonial bliss and return to the real world. They knew it couldn’t be that blissful forever but, only for that week, did they chose to live in blissful ignorance. 

They were both on the field with Laswell and the rest of the task force in Spain, attempting to find out what operation Hassan was working on. It was a shit show.

Her and Price were scrambling up the steps of the second warehouse building with Hassan's people on their tails. This was because the heart rate sensors they had all aided in seeing how many enemies were near, where they were positioned, and how close they were malfunctioned, causing an ambush.

“Get the door open. I’ll try and hold them off.” Price said in a stern voice. She made her way up the remaining stairs as he prevented them from coming up. She reached the door and tried to push it open but was unsuccessful. “Fuck.” She gritted as she attempted to open it again, but to no avail. She continued this until she heard steps approaching her, which caused her to grab her weapon and point it toward the stairwell quickly. 

“Christ. It’s me.” He said, quickly walking towards her. “I thought you were one of them.” She lowered her weapon. “The door won’t budge.” He looked at her. “Did you shoot the handle?” She made a confused expression. “Won’t they hear?” He brought his weapon out. “They already know we are here. Fuck the noise.” He shot the door, and sure enough, it opened. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

As they ran out the door, they noticed a massive fire engulfing the main building. She turned to Price. “Oh shit. The guys are in there.” Price cursed, pulling out his walkie. “Ghost, Soap, Gaz, do you copy?” 

“We copy.” She and Price let out a sigh of relief as they heard their voices. 

“Where is your 10-20?” 

“In the woods behind the main building.” Soap says.

“We are coming, stay put.”

“Copy that.”

They continued running, dodging gunshots, until they finally reached where the guys were stationed. “Are you guys okay?” She questioned, checking them for deep injuries. “Nothing too serious.” Ghost replies. They stand there for a bit before Price’s radio goes off.

“Price. It’s Laswell. Need help.” Her voice sounded drained.

“Laswell. Can you hear me? Where are you?” 

“Building one.” 

“Stay there, I’m coming.”

Price grabbed his backpack and turned his body to head toward Laswell’s location. “Price.” His wife said. “You can’t go by yourself. Are you fucking crazy?” She said, grabbing his arm. Soap’s eyes widened at her tone, and her grabbing their captain's arm. “Uh. Sir.” She quickly added, dropping his arm. “I’ll be fine.” He insisted. 

“Just let me go with you.” She pleaded. “No, it’s not safe.” She huffed. “Stop being such a stubborn ass.” She whispered to where only he could hear. He sighed, knowing she would follow him regardless of his wishes. “Fine. But you better follow my lead. I mean it.” She nodded her head, and they both headed to the building. 

They managed to make it to the building unscathed. They sneak in through the back and hide behind a wall, their eyes locked on Laswell, tied to a chair. “Is that Hassan?” She whispered to Price. He peered over the wall a bit. “No. Just some of his soldiers.” She turns to him. “How do you want to do this, captain?” He eyes her. “No one is around. You don’t have to call me that, you know?” Her lips slightly curl into a smile. “You like it.” He quietly laughs. “We have to be stealthy. I was thinking you could sneak around the back-” He’s cut off by her firing her gun at the soldiers surrounding Laswell. Killing all three of them. 

“Got 'em’.” She runs over to Laswell to undo the rope around her wrists with her knife. “Christ.” Price huffs, making his way over to them. “I had a plan.” He grabbed a knife from his vest and cut Laswell’s ankles free. She placed the knife she was using into her mouth as she used her hands to tear the duct tape off her mouth. “I got the job done, didn’t I?” She says as the KA-BAR in her mouth muffles her voice.

“We need to abort the mission,” Laswell says as she gently stands up from the chair. “They have backup coming with nuclear bombs and missiles. Too many of them, too little of us.” Price nods, and they head out of the building. 

As they are running, Price notices a man on the roof of a building aiming an incendiary weapon at them. “Duck.” Price yells at her and Laswell. They all slam on the ground as fire roars around them. “This way!” Price shouts, gesturing to a small opening out of the fiery circle. They managed to run out of the flames, quickly consuming the area but noticed a massive group of soldiers around it. “We need to hide.” Price leads them to a slightly elevated place where they can camouflage themselves and escape the spreading fire.

They lay low briefly, often hearing the incendiary weapons and seeing new flames arise. The soldiers begin to flood around where they are hiding, posing a threat to their safety. “I’m going to lead them away.” He whispered to Laswell and her as they lay on the ground. “Are you crazy?” She said, staring daggers at him. “Do you realize you are just one person?”

“Listen, if I lead them away, both of you can go find the rest of the team and get out of here.” He said smoothly. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth parted slightly. “Stop. You aren’t doing that. Tell 'em,’ Laswell.” She glanced over at her, but she remained silent. “Laswell?”

“It’s our only choice,” Laswell says reluctantly. Her eyes go wide at Laswell’s answer. “No. No. You aren’t going.” She utters, her voice sounding like it's full of gravel. 

Laswell has always had suspicions about Price and her; everyone has. However, Laswell only knew for sure at this moment. She was showing so much care for her captain. But, she remained silent on that matter; it wasn’t the time or place. 

“As soon as we make it out, we can call for backup and send a search team,” Laswell says to calm her. She looks at Price. “What if you don't come back?” He slowly reaches for her hand and squeezes it lightly. “I will.” He assures. “You better.” 

With that, he quietly stands up and maneuvers to a space away from their hiding spot, yelling to draw the soldiers away. As they make their way away from them, Laswell and her quietly make their way over to the woods area behind the main building, where the rest of the team is taking cover. 

“Where’s Price?” Soap questions. She looks over at him. “He caused a distraction so we could get away.” His eyes widened as he went to say something before Laswell lifted her brow at him, warning him. “Oh. Price knows what he’s doing. No need to worry now.” She nodded at him and gave him a soft smile.

Laswell pulled out her walkie and called for backup. They waited until they saw two helicopters soar over their heads. They slowly landed both choppers in the middle of the field, which immediately began ejecting soldiers wearing all black uniforms, with a bulletproof vest on top, each carrying heavy-duty rifles. Within seconds, it became a bloodbath, with soldiers killing soldiers. 

After ages, they were finally given the all-clear to leave their hiding spot. However, Laswell instructed them all to wait there. Laswell walked over to the Field Marshal to assess the situation.

She couldn’t distinguish much of what Laswell and him were discussing. She only caught the end, “We found one of yours, Laswell.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his words, not noticing his or Laswell’s facial expressions. 

Laswell made her way back over to the team. “You guys can come out now.” They all made their way over the chopper where the Marshal still stood. She released a melancholy sigh. “We have some unfortunate news.” Laswell stopped, looking at her. She just stared back at her, the pit in her stomach dropping. “Spit it out, Laswell.” Laswell dropped her head. “Captain Price was KIA.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz released a sigh, dropping their heads while her heart sank. “No.” She told Laswell. “No. He’s not.” She shook her head in denial. “I’m so sorry.” Laswell reached out to grab her hand, but she quickly pulled it away. “Don’t apologies, he’s not fucking dead.” She spit, venom coating her throat.

Laswell pursed her lips, blinking away tears, nodding towards Soap. “Let’s go over here.” He gently pulled her off to the side. “He’s not dead, Johnny.” He just listened to her. “He can’t be dead. For Christ’s sake, we just got married.” Her eyes become glossy, tears spilling down her cheeks. “He can’t..die.” She choked out in a sob. He gathered her into his arms. 

“Hey..hey..shh.” He gently brushed his fingers through her hair to try to soothe her. “It’s all my fault.” She said in between sobs. Soap immediately stopped his movements and pulled her up to face him, her face still looking at the ground. “Look at me.” She slowly met his eyes, her face puffy and red. “This is not your fault. Nowhere near.” She brought her hands up to cup her eyes and began to sob again. He wrapped his arms around her.

She cried in his arms for hours until she was forced to head back to the base, where she was bombarded with the legal questions that came with her husband dying. Though, Soap and Ghost made them hold off because “he just fucking died,” Soap would snarl. 

The day she had been dreading finally arrived: John’s funeral. She wanted to skip it altogether, but she eventually decided to go. 

Once she arrived, she found a seat in between Laswell and Ghost. “How are you doing?” She looked at Ghost. He tilted his head a bit. “What do you mean, “how are you doing?” He continues. “I should be asking you that.” She stared at him. “He was your friend Simon. I know you cared about him, and he you.” She gently grabbed his hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t do anything, but for what’s worth, I am.” She lightly smiled. “Thanks.” She released his hand and reached for Laswell’s. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” She breathed, trying to contain her emotions. “I just..” Laswell cut her off. “I get it. It’s fine.” Laswell gave her a reassuring squeeze.

The ceremony was beautiful, fit for a man of his stature. Although she tried to hold in her tears, they all spilled out when she went to stand in front of the dressed coffin. Her fingers lightly grazed the wood, careful not to mess up the flag. “I prepared something, but I know how much you hate long speeches.” Her comment caused the others to laugh along with her, lightening the mood. “So I’ll keep it short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “John, you have always been one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. Always lending a hand to anyone and everyone.” 

She paused. “I know you thought I regretted getting married to you on a whim, but it was truthfully the best thing that has happened in my life. I wanted to grow old with you and bicker at the kids next door for being too loud. I know you’re probably snoring right now, but you’ll always be for me. Always my captain. Always my friend. Always my husband. Always my everything. I love you so much.” Light claps filled the silence as she went back to her seat. “Beautiful speech.” Soap says. “Thanks.” She says as she fidgets with the ring she placed on her dog tags, right next to Price's she got from Soap.

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[aalissy]

Fragile

Anddd here's day 22 :). A lil bit of Ladrien hurt/comfort bc they're my babiessss. I hope y'all like it <3

AO3

Adrien Agreste sat at his desk, staring at his math homework without truly seeing it. The numbers and symbols blurred together, a testament to his lack of focus. His mind was elsewhere, wrapped in the complexity of emotions he didn't quite know how to handle.

It had been a long week. Photoshoots, fencing practice, schoolwork, and the constant pressure of being the perfect son for his father. And, to top it all off, there had been an akuma attack every day this week. God, couldn’t Shadowmoth give them a little break? Seriously, it was like the man never slept. 

Three of the latest akuma attacks had woken him up in the middle of the night. Adrien had barely managed to stumble out of bed, let alone try and defeat an akuma. Seeing Ladybug’s grinning face had helped some, as it always had done before.

Either way, the juggling act had left him feeling stretched thin, fragile even. He tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like a second skin. He tapped his pencil against his homework, trying desperately to focus. He was supposed to be good at this. Why was it suddenly making no sense? Adrien groaned with frustration, tearing a hand through his hair as he leaned back against his chair.

A gentle tap on his bedroom window drew his attention away from the frustrating equations though. Ladybug. The sight of her always brought a smile to his face, and tonight was no exception. He hurried over, opening the window to let her in.

"Ladybug?" he asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Adrien," she replied, her voice soft and warm. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning his face with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed kinda... off lately."

Adrien's heart skipped a beat. Ladybug, his hero... his biggest crush, was here, in his room, concerned about him. He tried to muster a reassuring smile but felt it falter. "I'm fine, really. Just a lot on my plate."

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "It's okay to admit when you're not fine, you know."

Adrien looked down, the weight of her words pressing against his chest. "I guess I just... feel a bit overwhelmed. Like I'm being pulled in too many directions at once."

Ladybug nodded, her expression understanding. "I understand, Adrien, you have so much to do. Being a student, a model, and everything else you do isn’t easy. It's alright to feel fragile sometimes."

That word echoed in his mind. It was the perfect description of how he felt, like a delicate piece of glass ready to shatter at any moment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I could find a balance."

Ladybug's grip on his arm tightened slightly, offering silent support. "You're stronger than you think, Adrien. And you don't have to do it all alone. It's okay to lean on your friends, to ask for help."

Adrien looked up, meeting her eyes. The kindness and determination in her gaze gave him a small spark of hope. "Thank you, Ladybug. That means a lot to me."

She smiled a genuine, warm smile that made his heart feel a little lighter. "Anytime. And remember, even supermodels need a break. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Adrien nodded, feeling a bit of the burden lift from his shoulders. "I will. And... thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this helps."

Ladybug gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "I'm always here if you need me. Just call, and I'll be there."

As she turned to leave, he felt a surge of gratitude. "Ladybug?"

She paused, looking back at him with a curious expression. "Yes?"

"You're my hero," he said, his voice earnest and sincere. "In more ways than one."

A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she smiled once more. "And you're mine, Adrien."

With that, she climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night. Adrien watched her go, feeling a newfound strength. Maybe he was a little stressed at the moment, but with friends like Ladybug, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way. No matter what.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Thoughts on "In a week" by Hozier because @rainerestored has infected my brain (like a bastard (affectionate)) (I blame you)

I have many many thoughts on this, and they're all competing, and not all of them go together so... vvv

Also idk how to explain this but Hozier is a Ghost-coded soapghost artist and The Crane Wives is a soap-coded soapghost artist

Ok onto my poorly strung together thoughts

(1)

So this song give me what I like to call "fatalistic love" vibes. And by this I don't mean that they love eachother so much that it kills them or that it kills each other. I mean I think that when they die it will be with them too young, but side by side.

I think when they die it will with bleach white skeletal hand in bleach white skeletal hand. With just the barest layering of rich, dark, earth- soil ocvering their bones. It'll stretch over their bones like a layer of earthen skin, connecting them together forever.

They'll have the most peaceful-unpeaceful death. It'll be on a battlefield of death that won't ever be touched after the last stray bullet is fired.

Their bodies will be forgotten, holding eachother. They will be a moment of peace in the midst of chaos. The earth around them will be torn and scarred, and tragic. Grass will grow over their skeletons, claiming them for the wildlife now.

And then when the earth reclaims it's ruins, rainbow beetles will become their new eyes. And a pair of mated red foxed will nest between their ribcages. And as the foxed grow they will move on to a bigger home, to a burrow. And a pair of lapwing birds will build a nice nest atop their hearts amongst the lush grasses that have grown around them.

Life will move on and it will whisk them along as well, even after their deaths, ESPECIALLY after their deaths.

(2)

Also I think about them running off base for like 2 days or something without telling anyone, even price.

They go to alaska or somewhere, where they can see the stars for like 90+ percent of the day. (This is important)

They pack a car-load of snacks and drive out to the middle of nowhere. The lay in the dew-damp grass, stargazing for hours on end.

They just needed to get away from the battlefield, all the noises, and bloodshed, and protocols, and responsibilities.

Neither can remember who planted the spark, but they took it and ran, coaxing it into a raging bonfire until they couldn't fight the urge to just GO

They both shed their titles, and technology, and namesakes for a bit. They're just john and simon out there. They become a part of nature for a bit.

They watch little lightning bugs flying around. And the little nighttime creatures creep out to say hello to the world.

They lay in the grass, hand in hand, breathing in the dew-y breeze, and they could both imagine laying here for eternity.

Eventually they do have to go back. They take their time. Lingering and taking as many stops as possible.

I think, when they get back, price was gonna yell at the. For leaving without notice, but then he sees them and he just smiles. Because they look... lighter. Simon looks the happiest he's ever seen him be. And soap is leaning his head on Simon's shoulder, and Simon's head rests on soap's. Price just welcomes them back, and redirects as many missions as he can to other task forces because he's never seen his boys so as peace.

[This one kinda ran away from me and I forgot what I was saying but you get it...]

There's more to this but I'm gonna make it a pert 2 bc this got kinda long

[uselessmicrowave]

hey i wanted to request a match-up since i saw your match-up requests are open, if that's alr!!! id prefer MTMTE Lost Lighters and/or G1 or TFP Decepticons

Appearance: thick 2C/3A curly dark blond & purple hair at shoulder length. buglike blue eyes and lip piercings ; vertical labret + dolphin bites. 2 tattoos, one of my passed away kitten and 1 of a praying mantis on my arm. im tall and awkwardly portioned due to ehlers danlos. lots of keloid scars and a bit fuzzy. slight baby face. pale as frick frack and translucent skin with veins showing.

Pets: 7 CATS. 2 dogs. 1 ball python and a small colony of madagascar hissing cockroaches. i am an avid animal lover and a nerd about all their behaviors, biology and habitat preservation.

Fav foods: RAW GREEN BEANS, vegetable fried rice, hashbrowns and eggs, s'mores, pesto pasta ; not vegetarian / vegan but prefer ethical sourcing of food and have my own garden.

Style: flexible but usually comfortable hippie goth / casual 70s . almost everything i own is green and brown, but I also have lots of purple stuff (fav colour)

Hobbies & interests: chalk art, painting, drawing, metal bands lead by girls, dubstep, entomology, mycology, dragons, robots/ai, TRANSFORMERS, aliens/ufos, lucid dreaming, tarot cards, a solarpunk society, anti-capitalist

Smarts: bugs, animal and human health + biology, fungi, symbiotic relationships in nature, communication, being a mediator, giving advice

Bad habits: I've picked at my skin since I was a baby, as I have ocd + dermatillomania. because of it i am littered with bumps, scars, and can't shave due to ingrown hairs or risking making a scrape and then scratching until im sent to the er weeks later with cellulitis. i also have problems focusing and have a dissociative disorder that makes me not myself. i have bad anxiety that i cope with well, but if i stay up late i can overthink myself into a sobbing fit for no reason.

My personality: my friends describe me as WEIRD. my mom says im an alien. i would say that the people i know and i all agree i am creative, artsy and kind of an old soul. im patient sometimes but also get overwhelmed by certain situations because im autistic and can't multitask. i love helping others and when spending time with friends i like to make them gifts or play outside with them and look for bones or cool plants, or roleplay warrior cats with my besties. i have "childish" interests but am mature and independent, and am a caretaker. i had a rough upbringing and as an adult i feel like i heal my inner child everyday by living as autistic as possible.

whew that was long. anyways, thank you, feel free to ignore!!!!!! just wanted to shoot a shot bc these match up things always look fun lol. thanks!!!!! XP

Hello! Apologies I only wrote for one of the continuities. I’m matching you with TFP Megatron!

Megatron

He’ll get you more purple clothing to match him.

Grabs your hands and holds them when you’re picking at your skin, then he’ll carry you to the medbay for Knockout to patch you up.

Megatron believes that seven cats is a bit… obnoxious, but nevertheless will make room for all of your pets.

Jokes about your bug colony being an army… he thinks it’s hilarious that you have an insect army of your own.

Megaton holds you close to his spark when you overthink things/start to cry.

Everything is weird on the Nemesis, so you’re not out of place on the ship to him.

He does his best to appreciate and support all of your interests, even if he sees them as childish.

At least once a week he’ll take you to a new foresty area, where you can “observe all the different types of mushrooms and squirrels you want.” He’ll usually sit in a clear-ish area and watch you frolic through the trees.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

boo! i'm alive! i told nobody about this :D but i can't get through the season without giving a lil winter fic, can i? i had a christmas fic all planned out but i didn't get around to writing it. i also decided to post this today on christmas eve insead of christmas day bc i know i'll forget dsjfgdjs

i got this idea from a stray cat i saw out in 20-30 degree weather and we felt absolutely terrible for it-- we gave it some food but had to drive off cause some ppl in my family are allergic to cats,, anyways creative brain strikes again! even when i do not want it to! :"D

ANYWAYS

still the wild winds blow

tw: vore (sfw), swearing

wc: 1990

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Tommy shivers, pulling his blue-ridden fingers across his torso and burying his frosted pink heap of chilly skin into his raised knees, his teeth chattering rhythmically. The winter wind paws at his ears, each whip of it feeling like a prickling scream that played dangerously with his ear drums. His body is an uncontrollable bundle of shivers as he sits against the brick wall that towered above him.

Moonlight covers his body, making his inchling body almost invisible.

The late-night streets of Nottingham are quiet and riddled with tourists, and the slurred speech of American and English crowds fill his senses, but they're ultimately drowned from the wind.

Snowflakes drift from the atmosphere above and land on his head, breaking and turning into large pellets of water that drown his clothes entirely. As it does, he shivers once again, shuffling his position in the frosty pavement that was ankle-deep for him. 

Everything stings around him, his skin numbing with every passing millisecond. 

The sound of crunching snow catches his attention and he looks up, curiously gazing at the oncoming human. He shuffles to his feet and stares blankly at them. He can see little but their figure in the moonlight, though the streetlights do offer a fair grasping of the person’s silhouette.

They—or more noticeably he from the lanky and masculine structure Tommy notices—stare over his shoulder for a moment before taking a seat against the wall, just moments from Tommy. 

The man shuffled around. Tommy, in the newfound light now that the human no longer was blocking the main stream of it, could see the fluffy hair of the tall male beside him, holding a hint of what he could assume to be brunet, though in this time of day, any color was appliable.

He could also make out a very subtle outline of glasses that curved at least at the top if not all around. The human seemed to be oblivious to Tommy’s existence, as was the rest of the world, but he still was alert and wasting his energy by standing watch.

Another few snowflakes had seeped into his hair and skin and clothes and left him a nearly frozen-solid mess before the human started moving again.

Tommy fought the discomfort of his frosty corning and stared ahead, meanwhile the human shuffled for a moment before pulling out two things, both of which are indecipherable.

Curious, he wraps his arms around himself and continues watching.

Tommy shivers again as one of the of items sparks and emerges is a small and dainty flame that rushes around in the harsh wind.

Some awkward maneuvering from the guy’s hands and Tommy is left recognizing that the things said guy is working with is a cigarette.

Tommy wrinkles his nose, though something has entranced him with the way the lighter and the butt of the cigarette are a pristine orange color. A flame, a fire, a source of warmth.

Tommy wants that lighter, but the human pockets it before the beginnings of his diabolical plans could be debated.

Tommy frowns and purses his lips to the side, watching irritably as the human draws the tube of drugs to his lips.

He watches as the butt of it lights up a color he craves to be near.

Again, Tommy shivers and is only reminded further of his situation.

He hunches over and with calculated movements, creeps through the snow, just a few healthy inches toward the sitting man. He still seemed so towering even from a position like that.

A sting of jealousy washes him when the guy tugs at his sweater and coat as he sneaked ahead just another few centimeters. 

Tommy freezes up as suddenly a human head that sizes greatly against his own is turning in his direction. He cannot see the facial expression of which the man has flashed, though he can only imagine the look of twisted immorality.

He retraces his steps exactly, backing up to where he’d been moments before, buried in the shadows. As he does so, the human shuffles. Tommy is not entirely sure if they can see him or if they’re simply just aware of something’s presence, and while both are unfortunate and could end not dissimilarly, he hopes the latter. 

“Hello?” the man calls, now no longer facing the other wall of the alley but instead crouching so he can look down the entirety of the shadowed alley. Tommy takes a few more steps back for better measure. The man huffs, scanning the world. “Is somet—one there?” he asks again, taking a moment’s pause to burn his cigarette out.

Tommy swallows, watching with pristine caution. He stays silent as the human continues his desperate search around the sliver of ground that’s visible.

He is right past the line of easily seeable, though he could go for another several steps back. Another bead of water falls from his damp hair into his parted mouth, and he swallows on compulsion to his nerves, and chokes. It clogs his throat and he coughs with wide eyes.

Although he’d been prominent in keeping himself hidden, in the sudden panic, Tommy goes several steps forwards, hands clamped gently over his throat as he tries to get rid of the weird feeling in his throat. In doing so, however, his mind had gone absent and he only became aware of his obviousness when he looked up in relief that quickly turned into regret. 

He stands with his mouth agape, the tingling still in the back of his throat as he swallows yet again.

Shit.

The human stares at him with a crooked smile, looking terribly forced. The lighting is only slightly better now that Tommy had a clearer view of the comically large being.

“Are you alright?” he asks, and Tommy tremors.

His voice is so loud, and it just mixes in with everything else he’s hearing. As he shivers again, he's left wondering if the culprit may be the wind, or this fellow right here.

And he shivers again, and again, and again, and his teeth are chattering furiously.

The human clears his throat, putting emphasis on his need for a response. 

“I’m fucking fine, okay?” he murmurs out, above his chattering teeth. He scoffs to himself.

He tugs his lanky arms around his torso yet again and feels the chilly tips of his fingers hit his numb back through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Tommy wishes for the human to leave him alone, like all humans do—to simply let him remain cold and in deep risk of death by frostbite.

He’d prefer that than anything a human would have to offer. Then again…he remembers the nice sweater and coat the human has, maybe it’d be warm, warm enough for him … just for a bit … he could—no. Prime, no.

Suddenly, a hand is crunching in the thin layer of snow.

It pierces his weak ears, and his attention snaps to it. There’s an oncoming urge to continue on as the man clearly intends, but instead he looks up. He can't see anything beyond the outlines of a face, but he can detect a firm nod, and the gentle words trying to reassure him. “Hey, you can trust me. I think you could use the help, can’t you?” 

Tears are pricking at his eyes, and he pitifully agrees and nods. “Please, I want you to let me help you," the guy urges.

Hesitantly, Tommy lets go of his morals for just a little bit so he can let his body, and probably his mind, (after all he can feel a slickness in his thoughts that remind him aversely of the icy streets), rest.

He lets himself go, scrambling quickly onto the skin of the human.

It's cold, but it’s so much better than what open air could provide. He’s lifted from the ground, which the feeling of is something to get used to, so much to the point where he’s considering un-deciding his fate.

Tommy shuffles a bit and startles when he comes in contact with a wall-like structure that he’s immediately recognizing as four tall fingers that’ve curled around his frail self. He finds the gesture comforting though ultimately deflating. He can…he can handle himself.

The slow ride to the air stops abruptly and he’s now face-to-face with the human. “Hello,” the guy greets. Tommy mumbles a response and shrinks against the new warmth he’s soaking in comfortably. “How can I help you? Are you cold, or sick, or—” 

“I’m cold,” Tommy interrupts while he has the courage to. His teeth chatter as a gust of chilly air finds him through the heated makeshift canopy.

“Okay,” the human replies as if he’s taking notes. He looks a little unsure of himself now that Tommy can see him better. “I could take you to my flat in a pocket, or, uh,” the man trails off, the next option jammed in his throat.

Tommy’s gut churns at that, but he has the common sense to know that being stored would do wonders compared being in a pocket that’s probably drenched in moisture. Prime, he can not believe he is about to ask this.

“...could you?” he asks, hesitantly. He blows his breath into his cupped hands in the meantime, rubbing them together in a weak attempt to get warm faster.

“Pocket you?” the man asks, and Tommy senses that he is trying to stall, or at least sway his mind in a way other than storing the tiny.

“No, uhm,” his voice runs dry. A mutual understanding clicks and the guy’s eyes widen.

“You trust me to do that?” 

Tommy shrugs. “I am fucking freezing, man. If I didn’t I genuinely would not give a shit.”

The man cracks a smile, and nonchalantly offers him his name. “I’m Wilbur.”

“I’m Tommy. Please—” he pauses and shivers, “–fucking hurry, I don’t care about the chitchat, big man,” Tommy finishes.

Another nod and Wilbur is beginning, bringing his hands closer to his mouth, to which he parts his lips, quickly for the smaller’s sake.

A warm breath of air smothers his body and he's eagerly finding his way inside, careful of very subtle predatory teeth that nearly puncture his hand from where he used it to hoist himself over the incisors.

He stumbles on sleek gums before finding a temporary seat midmost on Wilbur’s tongue. The humidity does wonders on his dazed skin, and he can sense that his clothes will defrost within a few moments. 

Wilbur is oddly careful with him, making dramatized moves. He shifts him softly to the corner of his cheek, over his row of teeth. Tommy wrinkles his face at the texture of the muscle on him, running up and down his body to coat him with saliva before he’s sent down.

He’s being prodded at and Tommy nervously calls out his state so he can continue. He’s warmed up, but his fingers are undoubtedly still frosty and his clothes are freezing to the touch. 

He’s maneuvered around to where he’s sitting near Wilbur’s throat.

A soft hum echoes around the humid cavern, to which Tommy replies with a similar comment to before. The gravity soon shifts and there’s an odd feeling in his stomach as he’s swallowed down through the tight gullet and directly into Wilbur’s storage.

If Wilbur's mouth was any good, the cavernous storage was almost like paradise, not so easily cold but instead sealed off to everything and so comfortable. Tommy relaxes against it and allows the relief of not having to rely on himself to provide himself warmth, and he can instead let Wilbur—a complete and utter stranger to him—take care of it.

He knows his life shouldn’t be tossed around like that, he knows that he’ll probably die in this storage. But he is so focused on everything but problems right now, the concern melts away, just as the ice on his clothing does.

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