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little-miss-dilf-lover · 8 months

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(I feel kinda shy but I rllly need smt smutty jsjs)

Imagine the reader purposely buying some sort of pheromone perfume (ik they dont rlly work in real life but for the sake of the request they do🫡🔥) and cause matt has high senses he is quite turned on by that. She works at the law firm, and he tries to control himself, but after some weeks, he can not do that anymore. (The reader and Matt are already dating, and she does this as a way of teasing him).

UwU mercii

hii!! never be shy around here, ask for whatever it is you wanna read. also I feel kinda mean sorry in advance, this drabble is like im gonna edge you all (sorry if that’s gross to say😭😭) not necessarily smut per-say, just teasing and kinda suggestive. but I have wrote office smut if that’s more up your alley, I just don’t remember what it’s called😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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(un)lucky number seven

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 601

warnings: suggestive and teasing

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You love to tease Matt. It's simple, really. Nothing else to it. You loved to work him up and have him wrapped around your finger.

So, two weeks ago, when you browsed the perfume department, you stumbled upon a selection of pheromones. You knew that they were often iffy, but with Matt's heightened senses, you were sure to get some kind of a reaction. You picked it up with a mischievous grin and went to the checkout to pay.

Since then, you've been wearing small amounts of the perfume when you were around Matt- which was almost all the time, considering you worked together too. You increased the spritzes every few days to see how much you could get away with before getting a reaction.

Today, you were wearing seven sprays of the alluring perfume and were hoping to get a response, something, anything. You wanted Matt to crack, so you pulled out the big guns.

Foggy and Karen were out collecting lunch, so it left you and Matt together at the office, left to your own devices.

You knock on the inside of Matt's door. "Where do you want these papers, boss," you tease, purposely wafting the papers against you as you walk into his office. "Finished them, just like you asked."

"Thanks," he nods, avoiding you and your games. "Put them with the others."

"I think we should have a break," you suggest, dragging a chair to sit in front of his desk. "You seem a little tense today."

"No, I'm fine," he brushes you off, ignoring your advances. He loosens his tie and then rolls his sleeves. "Just warm."

"Yeah, it is pretty hot today," you say, a slight breathy tone to your voice. "Meant to be like it for a few days." You tempt, ignoring his counter attempts of turning you on.

He stands, walking around his desk to sit at the edge facing you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say weakly, swallowing thickly when he pushes back his hair, subtly flexing his arms. "Supposed to be very hot," you say almost pathetically, steading your breathing.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he grins, head cocking to the side in amusement.

"Nothing, nothing," you reply, shaking your head as you gathered your things to leave. "I'll let you be."

"Stay," he whispers, halting your movements with an open palm. "You wanted a break, right?" he stands again and places his hands either side of your shoulders, gently pushing you back into your chair. "What's wrong? Don't like being on the receiving end?"

You slowly shake your head. Your breaths grow heavy and strained, looking up at Matt as he leans over you with his signature smile slapped on his face.

"Is that no?" he mocks, quietly speaking as he hovers against your lips. "Not so nice, now is it?"

"No," you admit, whispering.

He lingers to your lips, mimicking a light kiss as his hand faintly trails up your throat. "Exactly," he whispers back, grazing his spare hand over your thigh. "Better get back to work. They're back." Matt nods to the door, counting up on his fingers until the door swings open.

You mumble a curse under your breath and stand, collecting yourself and your papers. "So that's the part I need to correct?" you lie, speaking loud enough for Foggy and Karen to hear.

"Yeah, change those parts, then it's perfect," Matt nods. "Mine. After work." He whispers to you, hiding his mouth behind his fist.

"You got it," you reply, your tone perky and upbeat as you leave his office. "Oh, hey, guys, I didn't see you there."

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#matt murdock #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matthew murdock #daredevil

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doubleddenden · 3 months

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The topic of Palworld is pretty charged, but often times I see people be shamed for liking it because the CEO tweeted stuff about NFTs and the company using AI art in a separate game. Acting as if that's the most damning thing ever for a gaming company in an industry filled with similar people.

Make no mistake, I dislike both AI art and nfts, but do you realize how many gaming companies have involvement with that?

To begin with, Pokémon used AI art in a promotional piece for Pokémon Go in September, and nobody gave a shit because uwu Pikachu. The Pokémon Company also put a job listing some months back seeking an expert in NFTs. That's not quite damning evidence, but if I were a betting man, no "NFT expert" will willingly say "yeah nfts suck are bad for the environment, man, I'll take my paycheck and fuck off now." There's also a strong argument to be made that Pokémon has stolen ideas from fakemon artists (Finizen and Palafin, Scovillain, Dipplin, etc) and other franchises (kaiju movies, Dragon Quest, Megaman, final fantasy, western cartoons and food mascots, etc), a dubious legal statement that claims they own all fan art from the remixes and fakemon made on youtube to the pikachu your kid drew at breakfast; they have yet to apologize for the state of Scarlet and Violet while charging full price to millions of paying customers for a clearly unfinished and barely functioning game (which i did enjoy, but you can't tell me it was finished baking when it struggles not to shit itself just to run), and a bunch of other things people shit on Palworld for, but A. It's Pokémon so people don't care and think it's fine, and B. That's not the point of this post.

You know who else does NFTs and AI art? (Yes I heard Muscle Man from Regular Show in my head just now, too, moving along)

Square Enix sold several of their IPs for NFTs and claims to have used AI art "a minimum amount" in Foam Stars, yet I see nobody yelling for boycotts of Final Fantasy 14, 16, Kingdom Hearts, Dragon Quest, Life is Strange, etc etc etc.

Sony has invested in both, they want to implement AI into gaming, and has a patent for nfts to be used in games and consoles, yet there's no movement to throw out your playstations.

Bandai Namco- you know, that company with a hand in pretty much most anime games on the market and popular games such as the Dark Souls games? They have a game called RYU that's essentially a virtual pet game that uses the blockchain, and its AI driven, among other projects. Yet there's no outcry to stop playing the many, MANY games they brand with. This also includes quite a few Nintendo games (btw they just partnered together to form a special studio quite recently) like Smash Wii U/3ds and New Pokémon Snap. Nobody gives a shit though.

Android, Microsoft, Google, Apple- I don't even need to explain those, they have whole teams dedicated to both. Even popular VPN companies accept crypto.

I'm just saying an awful lot of you guys that scream and shit bloody murder about Palworld's company being involved with that shit are either the biggest "It's okay when my favs do it" type of hypocrites, or you're sorely ignorant to just how evil and greedy most corporations are. You'll be hard pressed to find a game company with popular AND fun games that DOESN'T have some interest in either, let alone movie and show studios. That's the awful reality we live in.

You have 2 options

1. You basically stop doing anything involving most modern tech, including throwing out your pc and smart phone. You could probably live a comfortable life with tech circa 2010, but you have to be aware that any thing you buy may go towards a cause you don't like.

2. You accept that people can enjoy a product while not necessarily agreeing with the CEO of said product. Most CEOs tend to be jackasses anyway, that's kind of the shared trait they all have. You can also discourage companies from using them while understanding it is everywhere.

Palworld at the end of the day is just a toy, that's it. From the looks of it, it's not even actually hurting anyone, and it seems like the company at least treats their employees pretty decently- at least according to a few things I've seen here and there that seems rather progressive for a Japanese studio (with room for doubt obviously, it's a company after all and as we've established, they're all evil). At the least its not like when people supported Hogwarts Legacy and directly put money into JKR's wallet so she can openly hurt more Trans women. In fact, the only people seemingly hurt in all of this Palworld drama are obsessed Pokémon stans that can't accept a parody, or the Pokémon Company themselves, who rightly deserve some punching up tbh.

You can just say you dislike the game, that's fine, I totally get that. Even though I personally think The Pokémon Company deserves a few nut shots after the way they've treated fans these last few years with the state of their games (and you know, stealing ideas from fans without credit), I can see why someone would be turned away from a parody that's literally meant to be Pokémon with guns. I can totally understand all of that, personally I'd prefer if the game was MORE like Pokémon with turn based combat.

But if you're going to defend Pokémon because you think its perfectly innocent because of Wooloo or something like that, just be sure you're aware you're defending the World's Richest Franchise and their own attempts at AI and NFTs while calling out an indie company (a real one thats learning as they go, not the fake "We're totally indie" franchise that hasn't been indie since gen 3) for having a ceo that also seems interested in the same stuff. And remember, you don't become number 1 without hurting people somehow (we could dig up receipts about certain partners Pokémon has teamed up with, such as Tencent with Unite, but I'd rather not right now.)

Just saying. I don't think you're an irredeemable person for still liking Pikachu, cuz I do too believe it or not. I've been a life long fan and still have fun with the games despite the clear scummy business practices towards their paying customers. Just maybe extend that courtesy to the millions of players just trying to have fun in this awful, putrid, shithole planet that just keeps getting worse and worse with each passing day.

Plus... you know, think about it. Do you think Pokémon would ever get around to making a gunless Palworld? Probably not. Do you think Palworld would exist if The Pokémon Company and Nintendo were the slightest bit chill about Pokémon fan projects like SEGA is with Sonic? Also probably not. From what I've read, the devs just wanted to make a fun game that happens to mostly be ARK with Pokémon adjacent monsters. That's not really a bad thing, all things considered, and it seems like the worst they've done is reference official Pokémon when making their own models.

Palworld being successful is actually beneficial to Pokémon fans, as well. It'll never really truly compete, but it has outsold Legends Arceus in terms of units sold (not as much financially because Palworld was only $30 plus a sale recently, but still impressive), and it is enough that Game Freak is aware of its existence. Let Palworld light a fire under their ass, and maybe GF will actually finish their next game before releasing it for full price (and no, we're not bringing up the tired imaginary ball and chain game devs, game freak owns 1/3rd lf the franchise and can easily take methods to get more dev time, they just haven't because money). Just saying, at least the Paldevs were honest enough to sell it in early access for half the price.

#palworld

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miam0re · 2 years

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Aftercare | Demon Brothers

Warning: Uhhhhh Implied Sex? Mentions of whipping, rough sex, pet play

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor X Fem!Reader (separate)

Summary: How he takes care of you after he's fucked you nice and hard

Mia's Notes: Okay finally some proper obey me content!! I've been wanting to write stuff for them for a while wahhhhhh now I finally have hafjngakjfa. Will I write for the side characters, I'm thinking about it eheheh. Well hope you like this! mwah mwah

Lucifer knows that sometimes he takes it too far, to the point where you can't even speak properly

He knows you enjoy it but still, you are his responsibility, his everything. And Luci is not one to slack in duty

You're in his arms, nuzzling into his neck as he hugs you. His first priority is your comfort so he brings out oils of different scents and magical abilities, anything to make you feel better

His fingers knead your sore muscles and gradually heal any of the harsh impact marks (he's teetering on the edge of pride and sympathy)

The red lines where he whipped you, he's most gentle around those areas. The way you're squirming, he can tell it hurts :(

He's carefully when he's turning your body around or helping you sit up against the pillows, holding a glass of water to your lips as you drink. Hydration is important for your throat to feel better after how much he made you scream

"My lovely pet, I love you dearly. You've made me so happy...and so proud. Now let me take care of you."

If there is one thing Mammon prides himself in, it is how he's prepared to pamper you when you feel the fatigue and exhaustion hit

He's ready with these really expensive scented candle (did some research and bought some which he knew were relaxing scents) and some silk robes for you

and how can we forget, the softest, fuzziest socks in all three realms

Mammon is a big softie and even though he's all like "Mammon the great must have been so rough that you can't even move", he's freaking out on the inside

You're his precious love, he's going to wrap you in the soft blankets like a sushi and kiss you all over your face

His way of praising you is by telling you how worthy you are to stand by his side. Might slip up and straight up tell you how much he loves you and values you

He’s really vocal with his love for you, he’s just mega thankful you’re here with him

Thousands of kisses for you from him uwu

"Only you are fit to be with the great Mammon! Because... Of how amazing you are. I love you, Treasure- whatever!"

When the sub-drop hits, you feel emotionally distant from him, and he doesn't like that at all :(

He loves you more than all his collectibles, even more than ruri-chan!

Sure he may not be very experienced with sex and stuff, but he knows that you need him there with you. So why not do the one thing he's good at

Two player video games. Bonus if it's his favourite game 'It Takes Two'. Any co-op game for the two of you to play together <3 (what if you played genshin impact)

He'll hold you in his lap, arms hugging you tight as you get through the puzzles together. One kiss on your cheek because he can't handle more than that

He's delicately caressing the red lines across your thighs, where he may have squeezed too hard with his tail while cumming. Can't help it if you make him feel so good

"We work so well together, I bet we can finish the game in half the time. I love you so much, my Player 2."

He's shushing you softly while wiping the tears from your face as he guides you to lay on top of him

You've done so well for him, he'll be there with you and care for you when the exhaustion his and the adrenaline subsides

He's petting your body, stroking your hair and taking off the cat ear headband, massaging your neck after unclasping the collar

He's dragging a hand down your spine, chanting spells to calm the pain as he carefully pulls the cat tail butt plug out

He loves holding you close and whispering poetic phrases of love into your ears, kissing the top of your head as you drink some water

You're still so caught up in the scene that you're meowing and purring on top of him.. he doesn't dislike it though

As rough and mean as he can be, he has a sweet side for moments like these.

"Shh, Kitten, rest. You're so wonderful, a story more passionate than any I've ever read. I love you."

The avatar of sex himself. He can write a whole book on what come before sex, during sex and after sex

He knows everything about how your hormones go crazy but once everything is done, the sudden drop in the levels bring in the shallow depression

And Asmo baby is all about the after care!!

What better way to relax your senses and aching muscles and get you cleaned up that a nice bubble bath

Want lavender? Jasmine? Or maybe you prefer a nice citrus scent. Whatever you want, Asmo is filling the tub with warm water and bubbles

He’s massaging your scalp with shampoo and lathering your body with soap, laughing with you as you play with the bubbles floating on the surface

And when you’re done, he’s carrying you to his bed once again, only to rub some lotion on your skin. It’s really sweet how he’s using jade crystals to massage your face as you lay your head on his lap

You though you were glowing from the sex? But it’s really the aloe vera in the cream he’s using. Your skin is just as precious as his :p

“My Cutie Pie! Your skin looks so soft! I love you so much! Did you like the bath, because I know I did.”

Beel knows how his hunger for you can leave you heaving for breath, body burning from the exhaustion.

You’re groaning in discomfort, crying about how your body and tummy hurts

A light bulb flick in his head and he thinks of a sweet, romantic gesture for you that is sure to make you feel better

Please wait for him just one second as he runs to the kitchen and brings you chocolates and fruits and some warm tea

He’s quickly got you seated on his lap as you curl into the warmth of his chest. You look so comfortable like this, don’t you dare think he’ll let you lift a single finger now

He’s holding fruits and pieces of chocolate to your lips, wrapping his hand around your frail ones as you take small sips of the herbal blend. His heart elates when you sigh in happiness and rest against his shoulder.

“Open wide, Cupcake. I love you and I want you to get your energy back up! Thank you for being with me.”

In all honesty, he’s too tired to do anything quite grand. The way your bodies moved together, he’s exhausted.

How about some cuddles? He knows how much you must be craving innocent physical affection and cuddles are right up his alley

He’ll scoot closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and tangling your legs together. His embrace is so tight and warm, you’ll find yourself slowly falling asleep

With your back against his chest, his nose buried in your hair and your neck as he kisses up and down your skin

His arms are snug around your waist, fingers rubbing mindless circles on your tummy

He isn’t one much to talk, but he’s concerned about you, whispering a question here and there in between the sweet words he breathes into your ears

Your sleepy mumbles make him smile and he’s finding your hand, intertwining your fingers together, snuggling closer to you till your bodies were pressed together.

“Go to sleep, my Star. I’ll protect you, here and in your dreams…because I love you, so much.”

#mia.smut #mia.writes #obey me smut #lucifer smut #mammon smut #leviathan smut #satan smut #asmodeus smut #beelzeub smut #belphegor smut #after care #obey me

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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@lesbiancartoonlover : Hey I just read that waaaaay too cute scene where Y/N finds a toddler and brings her home to Alcina. Can I request that with Donna please? Also I've been reading your works for some time now and I love them, but I was too shy to ask for something😅

Thank you! Yeah, that request was really cute uwu I’m just going to use the same character name for the toddler that I did in the last one. I’m lazy. (Also, please don’t feel like you need to be shy with me, I’m just a silly gal <3 I love getting requests!). Post this ask is talking about here! Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Leaving Donna’s house* Bye, babe! I’m gonna go hang out in the village.

Donna: *Currently having a tea party with the dolls because they insisted* Be safe, cara mia! *Holds her teacup out to Angie* Two sugars, no milk please.

Angie: *Happily scooping sugar into Donna’s teacup*

In the village

Y/N: *Breathes in* Ahh, what a somewhat not completely horrible day in bumfuck Romania!

Y/N: *Feels something grip onto their leg* Hmm? *Looks down to see a little toddler clinging to them* Oh, hello! What’s your name, squirt?

The toddler: *Giggles at Y/N* My name Eliza! I’m thwee! *Proudly holds out three fingers*

Y/N: *Laughs* Wow! You’re so big! *Crouches down to her level* Whatcha doing out here all by yourself?

Eliza: *Crosses her arms* I don’ know!

Y/N: *Concerned* Do you know where your grown-ups are?

Eliza: *Shakes her head, furrowed brow* They lef’ me! They not nice!

Y/N: *Alarmed* They left you all alone?!

Eliza: *Nods her head*

Y/N: *Thinking* I need an adult! Donna will know what to do! *Clears their throat* Well, why don’t you come home with me, half-pint! My wife is a doll maker, do you like dolls?

Eliza: *Eyes sparkling* Dolls?! Yeah, yeah! *Makes grabby hands at Y/N so they’ll pick her up*

Y/N: Nice! Let’s get going! *Picks Eliza up*

Y/N and Eliza: *Make their way to Donna’s house, cracking each other up and singing songs*

Y/N and Eliza: *Get to the house*

Y/N: *Carries Eliza inside* Donna! Special delivery!

Donna: *Finishing her tea party with the dolls* Cara mia! I thought you were- *Sees Eliza* A Baby! *Puts a hand to her chest* Mine. She’s mine. Give her to me, Y/N. Now. *Holds out her hands to Eliza*

Eliza: *Wiggles so hard Y/N nearly drops her, gets put on the floor, eagerly runs over to Donna*

Donna: *Scoops up Eliza* Hello, tesoro. What’s your name? *Nuzzles Eliza*

Eliza: *Immediately feels safe with Donna, snuggles into her* I’m Eliza! I like dolls! *Squeals happily and points at Angie and the dolls*

Angie: Of course you do! We are pretty amazing. *Gently pats Eliza on the head*

Eliza: *Giggles at Angie and the other dolls who are curiously watching*

Y/N: *Walks over to Donna* Babe! What should we do? *Whispers in Donna’s ear* She was left alone in the village by her folks. I don’t think they’re coming back.

Donna: *Outraged that someone could leave a little cutie like Eliza all alone* Well, we’re obviously keeping her, Y/N. *Runs a hand through Eliza’s hair, places a kiss on her head*

Y/N: *Shocked* Wow, she can stay?!

Donna: Absolutely, cara mia. *Looks down at Eliza* Would you like this to be your new home, bambina?

Eliza: Yeah! *Hugs Donna*

Donna: *Gives Eliza a tender squeeze* Why don’t you go introduce yourselves to all of the dolls, bambina. They’re excited to meet you. Mamma will make you some food, okay? *Gently places Eliza on the ground*

Eliza: *Waving to all of the dolls and saying hi*

Y/N: *Feels their heart melt at Donna’s sweetness* Angie, could you keep an eye on Eliza? We’ll both be right in the other room.

Angie: *Salutes* I’m on it, boss!

Y/N: *Follows Donna into the kitchen* Wow, you’ve got this mothering thing down pat, babe! *Hugs Donna from behind as she starts cooking*

Donna: *Giggles at Y/N* You act surprised, cara mia. I’m already the mother of all of the dolls in this house.

Y/N: *Laughs* Oh yeah, you are! *Starts to help gather ingredients* What are you making, anyway?

Donna: A meal fitting for a new family member: Spaghetti with bolognese. I’m going to use my mother’s recipe.

Y/N: *Licks their lips* Yummy! But Eliza would probably be just as happy with the spaghetti that comes in those little cans. Maybe we can stock up on them the next time I go to Duke’s!

Donna: …

Y/N: …

Donna: *Turns and stares daggers at Y/N* You should leave my kitchen before I say something I’ll regret, Y/N.

Y/N: *Yelps in terror and runs out as fast as they can*

Note: Y/N never learns their lesson about how picky Donna is when it comes to Italian food.

Masterlist

#donna beneviento #re8 #re8 village #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x y/n #angie beneviento #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes

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l-ii-zz · 7 months

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I think I'm going to stop doing art for some time.

I have too many ideas for posts and comics but I need to put it aside and focus on writing my AU's summary. It urgently needs an update and it's gonna be a HUGE one since I'm putting more details about the story. I just started with the first arc and I'm already reaching 6 pages, so you can imagine it will take a while to finish it all. Not to mention that I'm going to do some redrawings for the new update too.

I have some pics ready to be posted for Halloween and after that I will be on hiatus so I can work on the summary. I'll try my best to finish it as soon as possible because I have 3 comics to work on after that and one has to be ready for December AND I'm also planning to do a summary of the summary of my AU lol please someone stop me I have no control over myself I have so many WIPS I'm going to die.

Anyway, I'm a mess and I need to focus on one thing at a time, so no more art stuff for a temporary time :')

In exchange, I'll share with you some WIPs that I haven't touched in a while because I'm a disaster, tee hee. 🤡

Stuff for the summary of the summary lmao

Comic I have to finish for December :)))))

Dad Nar comic? Dad Nar comic.

Road trip AU thingy I never finished

Amygdala San uwu

Miyuki!!! (And her traumatized son)

Odi and Lu. I hope I can post something for them for February :')

More Road trip AU stuff

another comic :''')

Not exactly a WIP, I just wanted to let it out of my system

These are not WIPs either, I just wanted to practice battle poses using boss fights from the Souls games as reference :)

And that's it, I have many more but If I don't cut it here we will never finish this post. Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go cry and scream in a corner 👍

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winter-sol · 1 year

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still with you

word count: 1,5k pairing: GN! reader / Leviathan contents: GN reader, SFW. angst and loneliness.

After MC time travels in Nightbringer, they find themselves longing for their loved one's presence and affection. But in the past, things are different, and their relationship with Leviathan is not the same.

Short angsty one-shot. uwu. also at ao3 here ♥

For some reason, the walls of the corridor seem endless today. Your pace is slow, you’re not in a hurry since his invitation pointed at you to come exactly at 10:20 pm. You were ready to end your day and rest at Cocytus Hall, but apparently this new DLC for a game of his promised to be really good and he wanted to try it with a second player because “It’s not like I’m asking you to play with me, ok? I only need a partner. Though, not that kind of partner!”.

That was slightly nostalgic, but also oddly… disheartening. For him to be so ambiguous and nervous again.

That’s the way things are right now. May as well do something about it and not just keep him at arm length. You could never, not when you miss him so much, even if you see him every day.

…

“Hey! Another victory for me, LOL, you suck at this game, MC.”

“I- Ah! It’s not fair, you’ve played this one much more than I have!”

“Nope. No excuses, hehehe.”

Yes, you lost again, but not that you really care. You barely know this game, and to be honest, it’s not becoming one of your favorites. Leviathan is a pro at basically every game he lays a finger on, statistically speaking, yes, you were going to lose.

But to think you’d be able to play this game one day… In the present, as he told you once, it had been discontinued for a couple hundred years.

It’s hard to believe, but that’s the reality you had to accept.

The screen is passing some cutscenes recapitulating the fight both of your characters went through, the loud music turning into background noise as your attention has gone to the aquarium. It lacks a certain member. But so do many things in this room, in this house.

Most of them look the same, though. Turns out that the House of Lamentation and every room have looked the way you remember them since the beginning, with small adaptations of course. But you can’t decide if it’s better or worse, to see it all look the same but for everything to be that different.

“…in there… that kick… was not…”

…

Even that voice. It’s the same tone, the same color. It’s as soothing and pretty as ever. But it’s not his voice. It’s not… your Levi.

“… even there?... MC…”

Of course he is, and you know you’ll fall in love with him again (if you aren’t already), and with enough luck he may fall in love with you too. But it’s not the same…

Right?

“MC?”

Shit.

What.

“What? Ahh… Sorry, I got distracted. You were saying?”

“Oh. Don’t worry” A short pause, and he adds in a fast speech. “I’m not boring you, right?”

Ah…

Ah.

You haven’t heard that one in a while, since before you two were a thing. In the present, that is.

“No, of course not. Sorry, I’ve been kinda spaced out today.”

“Oh, s-sure! Uhmmm…” Another moment of silence, a bit more tense. “I’ll go grab some drinks! I think we finished the last can of soda. Uhm, I’ll be right back, stay here!”

“Ok.”

Clearly uncomfortable, Leviathan stands and hurriedly leaves his room, leaving you there to wait for him.

Even this awkwardness… It’s been so long since Levi felt that way with you. You two had come a long way, from the demon who tried to kill you for losing a stupid quiz, to your friend, to your best friend, and to your lover.

And now, it’s like everything simply was taken away from you. And you can’t do anything about it, not for now. You can’t even confide in him; share the pain you’re going through like you used to with all your concerns and burdens in the present.

You can’t snuggle with him in his bathtub, closed space making you stay too close to each other while one of you rants about their day, about the council, the exams, the other brothers, about anything and everything.

You can’t hide beneath the covers of your bed when it’s too cold and text him to come with you, to spend the night with you so he can warm you up. To fall asleep in his arms, with the dim lights of the tree and the heat emanating from his body lulling you into your dreams. Such a simple act, to cherish his company just because you can, just because you want to.

But now, you can only look at the bathtub you forced him to accommodate for you in the present, unable to even think about stepping a foot in it.

You can only look at the similar lights you’ve placed in your new room every night, looking for a sense of familiarity, before you cry yourself to sleep.

…

Suddenly overwhelmed, you close your eyes.

A strange wave of sadness makes its way into your brain and your heart.

Can you even take this? Deal with this for who knows how long?

How is he even doing in the present? Does he somehow know you’re in here? Or is he worried, anxious and depressed at your disappearance?

He always worries a bit too much, let his thoughts go to the darkest places, expecting the worst. If only there was a way to send him a message, to let him know you’re ok, that you’re right here by his side, even if it’s not the same, even if his past self has no idea who you actually are.

It’s such a lonely concept, to be in the same place as your loved ones, but for them to be unable to see you. You love all of them, in different ways, but you do. You long for those days where everything was lively and chaotic, and they were your family, and you were theirs.

You open your eyes before you let your thoughts consume you.

Right now, there’s nothing you can do but stay right there for them, right there where they need you, and hope you can be a positive presence for them again. For now, you can only confide in Solomon, and that gives some peace to your heart.

But still, if only…

As if on cue, Leviathan enters the room carrying a bunch of cans in his arms.

“Hey! I’m back. Oh? That’s still on the screen?” He points out at the same sequence repeating, clearly indicating you hadn’t touched the game since he left.

“Ah, yeah, well, since I don’t know the game at all, I didn’t want to press anything and mess it up.” You tell him that instead of saying something like ‘I’m so sad I forgot it was even there in the first place.’ He doesn’t need to know.

“Right. Don’t worry, I’ll press it. Here. Also, I brought these ones, do you like that flavor? I heard it’s popular in here.”

You honestly have no idea what flavor of soda that is, as it doesn’t exist anymore in the present. But you can’t tell the truth since you’re supposed to be a native demon.

“It’s ok, but I prefer that other one”.

“Sure! Take it!”

He seems fine now, not uncomfortable anymore so you hide your true feelings at the back of your heart and end up playing again with him.

You guess you can’t really complain, you’re right here by your beloved demon’s side, enjoying your time together. Hopefully, Leviathan will remember a that certain someone used to spend time with him in the past, and that he was never truly alone during such hard times.

You look at his face and you can notice how bright he looks. He’s enjoying his game, laughing, making jokes, trying to sound cocky but ending up teaching you a few tricks. This scene where both of you are sitting right here, in this place, it’s so familiar. It’s nice. He’s happy with you.

He’s still the same, so you shouldn’t be sad, right?

…

“That was so cool, you got really good at this, you know?”

“Meh, I guess it’s thanks to you. You gave me all those tips. Also, who wouldn’t get better with such a handsome and cool Player 1, right?”

“MC, shut up! Hahaha.”

He laughs and tries to hide his blushed expression at the flirty comment you just threw at him. After he notices you smiling as well, he circles his arms even tighter around you, pressing his head on your shoulder, and gives you a tender kiss on your cheek.

“MC… Don’t ever leave me, ok?”

That was slightly unexpected, but you notice a sweet warmth enveloping you at his honest words.

“Idiot. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, you’ll end up looking for ways to get rid of me.”

“-! No, don’t say that! I would never!”

You only smiled and kissed his lips, reassuring him you won’t leave, not if you can help it.

That was a conversation you two had one lazy afternoon, in the same place you are right now.

But he was behind you, holding you tight against his chest while you played some stupid game together. You were loved by him, not trying to get his trust and friendship all over again.

Turns out you didn’t keep your word. You weren't powerful enough.

What a joke of a sorcerer.

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thanks for reading ♥

#obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me sfw #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #leviathan x reader #leviathan x gender neutral reader #leviathan x mc #obey me nightbringer #Winter writes

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ivorryskies · 7 months

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Dazai x reader coworker besties

After completing a mission in France. Dazai and the reader they still have one day remaining before leaving for yokohama. Dazai suggests they should tour around Paris. But the reader is low in energy and gets tired easily and dislikes rollar coasters. she finally agrees to dazai. Basically, take pics, visit the eiffel Tower, go to amusement parks,gets ice creams.

(Also if it'd be nice dazai having a lil crush on her uwu)

YOU WRITE SO GOOD BTW

➼Authors note: THANK YOU SO MUCH AAHH! I love your reqs so much their so unique I enjoy writing them, you ask and I shall deliver!

➼Pairings: dazai x fem!reader

➼Summary: a trip to France, an unexpected confession

JE T'AIME

"no"

"Pleaseee Donna!"

"no" you had been saying this for 2 days ever since you both completed the mission in France, today is your last day, it's 9 am the day hadn't even started Dazai started begging to go tour Paris.

"We have only a day left here and I'd say it would be a waste of time to just stay in a hotel room" dazai reasoned.

"We can just relax here I'm already drained after the mission and my legs cannot take another long day out" you told him, it was true you got tired easily and your legs already hurt alot. Though you think he was right about it being a waste to sit around in Paris. You sighed and said eventually giving up. "Fine we can go, but you will leave me alone in Yokohama."

"DEAL" it didn't take long for dazai to accept that offer.

You both got dressed and left to tour Paris and Dazai said they had seen an amusement park, you could go to. You weren't sure about that since you HATED rollercoasters but it would be fun to sit on the teacups or carousel.

Dazai was mostly dragging you across the whole thing, you sat on carousels, teacups, the Faris wheel and more rides that you actually enjoyed as you only had to sit on them. But Dazai begged you to come to atleast one rollercoaster. To that he got a strong no. there's NO WAY you're sitting on a rollercoaster no matter what he says-

"AAAAHHHH WHY DID I AGREE TO THIS" that was you screaming even before the rollercoaster dropped. You don't know how this sly man even convinced you but it happened. Meanwhile Dazai was over excited squirming in his seat and teasing you relentlessly "ride hasn't even started yet [name]~" and like the after a few minutes the rollercoaster started. You were screaming like 95% of the time and the minute it stopped your head bumped on the back, you were tired after just screaming your lungs out. Dazai laughed so hard at that and pat your back once you made it out, he also teased you on how your legs were still shaking after the ride but you smacked him on the head.

To make up for it you both left the park and Dazai took you to an ice cream vendor and you both got a huge ice cream glass with scoops of ice-cream and shared it. You both went on a bridge area nearby and sat down on the bench with the river view. Dazai let you eat the toppings as he felt bad for you. You both rested Abit there and took pictures of the view and of yourselves to show your colleagues. Dazai also took a photo of you after the rollercoaster but you don't need to know about that.

After you relaxed Abit and finished your ice cream you both took a cab and with a terrible attempt at french you both ended up at a museum. This was more your type you really enjoyed this and we're excited. You took alot of pictures of the relics and Dazai posing next to them. Dazai gladly took some photos of you next to the art their too and he thought you looked mesmerizing in them. Though he would never tell you that seriously.

After a quick snack break you resumed your journey to a long awaited spot of Dazai, the Eiffel Tower. You both could see it from a distance and took another cab there. The sun slowly began to fade as you both approached your final destination. You were captivated by the view of the pink/orange sky and the Eiffel Tower standing Infront of it. The sounds of people chattering away and taking pictures. You and dazai went to a waffle cart that was there and took two delicious waffles and stood on the bridge leaning on it where you had a perfect view of the sky and the Tower.

"this was definitely worth it" you smiled "thank you for bringing me here"

Dazai looked at you with a calm expression, he looked relaxed and said "thank you for accompanying me here".

You both stared off into the distance as the sun slowly faded into the horizon and he spoke up. " I bought you something" you looked at him in surprise. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a hair pin which was full of tiny gems. It was in shape of a butterfly and it was champagne colored.

"Thank you! This is so...Pretty" you looked at it observing it's details and how good it looks. Dazai slowly raised it and pinned it on your hair at he side pulling them back out of your face.

"I thought you didn't want to come here donna~" he broke out of his serious expression and his playful demeanor was back. "Well I didn't want to, and I still think I would be much well rested at home, but this was a new experience thanks to you and I actually enjoyed". He laughed at that and you both ate your waffles staring into the distance.

Dazai excused himself for some time while you clicked a few pictures. He returned back after some time with 2 champagne glasses in his hands. "I saw this bar at the corner there so I thought I might get them!" He said cheerfully. You gladly accepted the glass and he had the other in his hand. "This is the perfect place for a suicide.." he with sparkles in his eyes. "And I thought I'll have a day without hearing you talk about suicide" you sighed. "There's no stopping you I guess" you chuckled.

"Je t'aime"

"what??" You looked at him curiously. He looked ethereal looking into the distance like that before he turned to you and spoke

"nothing you'll learn"

He toasted your champagne and took a sip out of his glass as you did the same.

What did he say? You'll find out eventually if you remember.

A.n: I THOUGHT IT'D BE NICE TO HAVE A FRENCH WORD IDK, but I got this off Google so I don't know if it's right or wrong but je t'aime means I love you! I don't know I apologize if it's short! I had fun writing this!

#dazai scenarios #bsd imagine #dazai x reader #bsd #mafia dazai x reader #bsd scenarios #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai headcanons #dazai imagine #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #osamu dazai #osamu x reader #osamudazai

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still-a-morosexual-help · 9 months

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Here's MY thoughts on the love island the game's seasons, for no reason other than I want to:

Also because the majority of the people following me are here for OM! & I want to drag more people down into the litg hell with me :)

Season 1: why is everyone so bitchy for no reason????? Talia & Jake are okay but other than that it's meh... don't really like the art style either

Season 2: Immaculate. Chef's kiss. They hit a high they never reached again. Somehow managed to balance the drama & the found family aspect and created a dynamic where you can actually believe everyone is friends and having fun even if sometimes they try to kill each other. Characters are flawed but generally decent people who are allowed to grow throughout the season. You get the option to make MC a bi gym-bro who can devour an entire cake in one sitting and bench press her partner. There's a reason this got two sequels.

Season 3: It's fine ig. Short and kind of boring. Nothing much happens. AJ is so cute though she almost makes up for it.

Season 4: Honestly a close 2nd favourite. We get a lot of character backstory and like s2 it touches on some serious issues. The season with some of the funniest moments/lines of dialogue - multiple moments where I just laughed out loud. I'm still only half way through it but the "villain" is just straight up mean for no reason and doesn't get any character development like the characters in S2 but makes up for it by having some of the funniest interactions with other characters and I was so sad to see her go. Also the season where I desperately wish MC was allowed to be in an open relationship till the very end and finish off the season in a polycule with every other islander who was in the love "triangle"s of the the season because this was the hardest season to pick a LI - Najuma is just all around amazing, Bruno is sweet & funny, Tom is so pathetic* MC & Thabi's friendship is also the best thing? It's great seeing a platonic relationship that is as loving (if not more so) than the romantic relationships. It's literally:

Season 5: Psychological horror. The producers said 'hey wouldn't it be funny if we torture this woman on national tv' and then committed to the bit. My memories are hazy because even though I only played it earlier this year it upset me so much I did my best to block most of it out but also I'm 100% sure there was actual galighting happening. Don't know why MC stuck around till the end because all she's gonna be able to use the money for is to pay for her therapy. Anyway I think MC should have been allowed to brutally murder everyone, she deserved it <3

Season 6: I liked the concept but I think they should have utilised it more. I'm still right at the very beginning (around ep 9) and I KNOW the general consensus from everyone who has reached the last eps seems to be that Amelia sucks MAJOR ass. But look, this is the first time a game has given me a MC with a canon family member who is also part of the game so in my opinion Amelia could commit war crimes and she's still be the most precious little uwu ever because I'm activating MC's insanely overprotective oblivious to all faults ""big"" sister mode

Edit:

*I just played more of S4 and holy shit someone needs to get this man away from his parents and also maybe get him some therapy jfc

Edit 2:

** youcef, mc & valentina helping tom figure out he likes flowers and pink and tie-dye clothes and makeup and being complimented and called pretty and getting hugs is getting to me okay his parents better watch the show and see their adult son finally discovering himself and what he likes instead of what they think he should like and finally being able to let loose and have fun without worrying about what others think of him and finally being happy and they better get some sense knocked into them OR he should go to therapy and realise that no matter how much he loves his parents their love and regard being so conditional to the point that he's hidden his entire personality and is now so extremely self-conscious of it whenever it does manage to peak out, that he nearly cries on national tv after a practical stranger compliments those hidden bits is not good. Also the man has some of the most insane repressed queer vibes???? What do you mean he sees a canon nonbinary person wearing a floppy hat and is reminded of the floppy hat he loved as a child that his father threw away and replaced with a baseball cap and then when he "lost" the baseball cap his father bought him the exact same one again

Edit 3:

*** i was 100% sure i was going to get mc to stick with najuma (dorky mischevious goth who is so so bad at flirting hello!!!?) but i got caught by "sad & shy with serious self-worth issues hidden badly behind an overconfident exterior (who blushes & gets flustered easily because he so rarely receives genuine praise/compliments) experiences postive regard for the first time and loses his shit" for the third fucking time

Edit 4:

Okay but why does Dylan get (rightfully) called out by everyone in S4 for all the bullshit he does to MC from blatantly lying to her to not listening when she says "No" But in S5 when Suresh (admittedly, more subtly) pulls off the same shit no one says anything, even MC's "friends" don't believe her.

In S2 when Luke/Henrik gets a little too forceful after MC says no, he gets called out by MC's partner and immediately apologises

In S4 when Dylan does the whole "stop pretending you don't want me" routine after MC rejects him multiple times, the rest of the islanders band together and basically chase him off the island

In S5 when Suresh pulls literally the same thing from the very first episode itself but none of the other islanders believe MC, and Suresh keeps getting to do this until almost the very end while also managing to constantly play hot & cold with MC and chase away all of MCs other romantic interests

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celenawrites · 9 months

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TW - just a vent about fandom stuff.

I feel kinda sad about how some creators in the CoD fandom have now abandoned creating content for the game series due to the demanding nature of other fans who used to consume their content. (fics, art, etc)

Like, these artists/writers in the fandom write fanfics/create art, FOR FREE OF COST and dedicate SO MUCH TIME AND ENERGY to their craft despite not getting much in return, only to deal with senseless hate, ignorance, stupidity and get treated as content generation machines; instead of actual human beings with jobs and studies and friends and families that need their time and attention as well.

A lot of us folks who write or draw do this as a hobby. As an outlet for our creativity, and we find this community for the media we are currently fixated on and we create things inspired by it cuz it brings us joy. IT MAKES US HAPPY SO WE CREATE CONTENT FOR IT!!! And then to see the same fandom/community and their horrendous behaviour driving away the creators from the fandom and the media itself is just....sad. Very disheartening.

Like I miss so many of the creators who have just given up on CoD cuz of this issue. Their works have inspired me to start writing again. They make me wish I start learning how to draw and paint again too. Their works have touch my soul, and made me happy - gave me something to look forward to every day.

But I'd much rather they leave the fandom and take care of themselves and their life, than to succumb to this weird pressure fans and fan-content consumers put on them, y'know?

Plus recently, I've seen a lot of racist and stereotypical prejudices from some CoD fans (and even some creators). I know a lot of them are new to the fandom, I was too. But I took an active effort to learn more about this game series. (and it's an ongoing effort cuz I cannot afford to play the games so I have to settle for wiki articles, gameplays, and comics) And I see so many fans not give a shit about it. They treat these characters as blank canvases to fulfill their hypersexual fantasies. (I like me a good smut fic or two, don't get me wrong) But that just makes it impossible for newer fans to get to know more about the lore and the characters. I had just finished watching the campaign for MW, and let me tell you, there are so many complex missions, characters and storylines to explore and depict through fanfics, and it's insane so many people disregard it for their whimsies so easily. That will just stunt your growth as an artist/writer! Read up on the lore, watch the game plays(the OGs and the remakes!) , maybe even read the comics!!! I promise you won't regret it ever!!!

Also, please! For all that is holy, stop putting these complex fictional characters into restricted boxes and label them. That just makes them so one-dimensional. Like -

Soap is not always cheery and bubbly and your fellow bestie. Simon is not an abuser/emotionally dead asshole just because he has a hard time expressing his emotions like everyone else. König, despite the lack of storyline/lore we have on him, isn't an uwu social anxiety babygirl, damn it. Stop excluding Gaz from your HCs and fics! He's a complex man with so many interesting things to explore about his overall story and psyche as a part of 141. He's not always begging for Price's approval either, he can and has objected to how questionable their methods have been regarding their field/work. Stop excluding Gaz from 141 stuff! It makes you look like a POS, and a lot of the people who exclude him are doing so for....pretty racist reasons. As a POC, this shit sucks balls. Also stop stereotyping POC characters in CoD - Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria, Gaz, Farah....just stop. Their ethnicity or race should not deter you from writing about them in a way that doesn't come across as prejudiced and ill-informed.

Also, not necessarily a rant, but please consider/remember the fact that the military has always been a bit of a morally dubious field of work irl, and just cuz CoD is military-centric and features characters who work in the army or PMC and take out bad guys - that doesn't take away from the violent history military has and how they have contributed to the deterioration of many countries (mainly in the Middle East). Heck, even these characters in the CoD games have done extremely unethical things and employed treacherous methods in order to get the job done. These characters may be good people in fiction, but that doesn't mean that they have done great things or have always stayed morally pure. Explore the dubious nature of it all - explore how dark and harrowing it can be for them and for the people that unwittingly or knowingly get involved in their work. It's dark and twisted but it's crucial since it's inspired from our world and it's necessary for us as humans and as artists to explore such themes and analyse them! It's crucial for the soul!!!

#call of duty #cod:mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #alex keller #farah karim #cod #alejandro vargas #valeria garza #rudolfo parra #fandom #tw vent #celena.rambles

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spookyghostbunny · 1 year

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ooooo okay hmmmm how about 11. “How can someone not be ticklish??” and 20"C'mon. Smile." with Lee howdy (he desrves more love) and Ler(s) of your choice? If thats alright with you?If not feel free to switch it around uwu -pandabuna

Fluff fluffy fluff fluff :3

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"What! How can someone not be ticklish!?"

Howdy shrugged, putting the last of the toppings onto Barnaby's hot dog. "Not sure what to tell you, mate. I'm not ticklish." He handed the hotdog to the beagle with a teasy smile. "Unlike some other residents that I know~"

Barnaby accepted the treat, quickly chomping into it choosing to ignore the comment.

Wally stared at Howdy from his place on the counter. "I don't think that's true, neighbor." He said, innocently swinging his legs.

Howdy nervously scratched the back of his head. Sometimes Wally's intense gaze got to him. Luckily, Sally and Julie walked in to save him from an answer.

"Why is Wally on the counter?" Sally asked.

"He likes being tall." Barnaby replied, patting the smallest puppet's head with a chuckle.

Wally squeaked and batted Barnaby's paw away from his gorgeous hair. He turned to face the newcomers. "Howdy says he isn't ticklish, but I don't believe him."

"What!" Both girls shouted in unison.

Oh Wally. Always straight to the point.

"How can someone not be ticklish?!" Julie exclaimed, staring at Howdy in disbelief.

"That's what I said!" Barnaby mumbled through another big bite of hot dog. Wally covered his face to avoid getting hit from the specks that flew out of the dog's mouth. "Barnaby!"

Barnaby swallowed his food before apologizing. "Whoops! Sorry kiddo," he chuckled awkwardly.

Wally grumbled deciding to hop off the counter and join standing next to the girls. He had an important scheme to conspire with them. They lent over as he beckoned them closer, whispering his plan only for them to hear.

Howdy rolled his eyes at his friends antics. "Like I said earlier: I'm just not ticklish. Never have been and never will be." He said this confidently. He was lying of course, but the others didn't need to know that. He was the number one ler in this close-knit neighborhood. Him being lee seemed impossible.

Or so it seemed~

"If you'll excuse me- I have to finish something in the back." Howdy darted quickly for the caterpillars only room. He hopes he successfully escaped the conversation and that they would drop it since he left.

Barnaby had finished his hot dog so now watched the smaller trio curiously. His ears perked up, trying to catch what they were saying. What was so hush hush? Why couldn't he be in the loop?

Julie giggled and bounced In excitement while Sally was rubbing her hands together with an evil look. They got into position, acting normal until given the signal. Now Barnaby was really confused.

His confusion didn't last long.

Wally looked around, making sure Howdy was out of sight before walking back over to the blue pupper. He tugged on his vest, motioning him to lean down so he could whisper in his ear.

Barnaby's tail wagged at being included with whatever the mischievous puppets were up to. He leaned down, listening carefully as the bluenette told him the super secret plan. He smirked and nodded once Wally finished telling him all the details. "You got it, bud!" He winked, hopping off the stool to hide.

Now it was time for the master plan to begin.

"Howdy! Hurry! Wally is trying to steal your apples again!" Sally called, putting as much urgency in her voice as she could.

Howdy sighed in annoyance. This was the fourth time today! He hurried out to stop the little apple obsessed thief. "Wally! I told you-" He was cut short when something behind him restrained his top arms. "Get him!" That was Barnaby's voice! What on earth was going on!? The other three puppets surrounded him, each sporting identical impish grins. "What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded, struggling against Barnaby's strong hold.

"You said you weren't ticklish! We wanted to find out for ourselves if that's true or not." Sally replied causally, her excitement increasing at seeing Howdy's eyes widen in realization.

Oh dear.

Howdy tried to shoo them away with his free hands, but was rewarded with Julie's hands shooting to squeeze his sides. "Mmfff!!" He lurched forward with a muffled squeal. He closed his eyes shut, struggling to keep his smile down and laughter at bay. The caterpillar wasn't going to give these tricksters the satisfaction of a reaction. His hands grabbed Julie's wrists, but Wally and Sally took it upon themselves to both tickle his stomach.

Wally snickered. "Not ticklish, eh?"

Howdy shook his head. He was wiggling around like a- well- like a caterpillar at this point. But no amount of wiggling he did dislodged the skillful fingers seeking to free his laughter. Sally went all out with tasing the sides of his stomach. Wally on the other hand chose a more gentle approach, lazily tracing shapes like he was painting a picture. And Julie switched from squeezing to scribbling his sides up and down. It was a lot to take, and surprisingly the shop keeper was holding on pretty well.

"You're a tough cookie, aren't ya? C'mon! Smile~" Barnaby purred, nuzzling Howdy's neck wanting to get in on the tickling action too.

Howdy couldn't fight it anymore. His face instantly broke into a wide, wobbly smile. He scrunched up his shoulders, but it didn't protect him from the beagle's fluffy snoot.

Howdy was getting dangerously close to breaking.

"There you go, Howdy!" Julie cheered, her fingers wandering up to Howdy's armpits. "Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!" She chanted.

The others joined in on the chanting

"Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! Laugh!"

That did it. Howdy couldn't hold the ticklish butterflies in any longer. He exploded into loud laughter from holding it in for so long. (and because maybe his armpits were his worst spots shhhhh) "PFFFT- HAHAHA FINE! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!!!" He cried, his whole frame shaking from the force of his laughter. His legs grew weak, but with Barnaby holding him up, he just kind of went limp in his hold.

Sally whooped in celebration, slowing down her tickling to make it gentle like Wally's.

"This is what happens when you lie to us. Neighbor." Wally teased, removing his hands altogether.

Some enough, Julie also removed her hands after noting Howdy's laughter turning a little wheezy.

Sally wanted to keep tickling, but one stern look from Julie made her stop with a disappointed pout.

Barnaby adjusted his hold on the shop keeper so Howdy was leaning against him while he recovered from the phantom tickles plaguing his nervous system.

"You alright there, pal? We didn't go too hard on ya, did we?" Barnaby asked with concern, rubbing his back soothingly.

"N-no. You're all alright." Howdy gave them a weak, but genuine smile. "That was.... actually pretty fun." He flushed at the chorus of "awws!" That filled the bodega.

Perhaps being the lee sometimes wasn't so impossible.

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We need more lee!Howdy in this house. Sweet boy deserves it. This is a bit longer than intended, but I'm happy with it☺️

#welcome home tickle #lee!howdy #ler!barnaby #ler!wally #ler!julie #ler!sally #bonus points for whoever gets the hidden reference #wally is a little shit #just like a cat #wally is a cat #roman writes things

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 1 year

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Hi Atlas :0 i have new request but for BAU team with teen!werewolf!reader?

Hotch & Rossi are the only ones to know about reader being a werewolf when he is put on the team bc government wanted to keep him under the eye and recruited him in the end, his records are sealed so Penny doesn't snoop around the important stuff lol. And Rossi being his handler and the main person to see after the boy, to do a report to Hotch about his performance etc. And the reader mostly being there for scent search ( like the reader has a sharp nose for scents and us able to distinguish them with ease even if old and somewhat able to even if masked under fresher scents or added scents) but he's in general a lot faster with more stamina and energy to burn unlike humans .

So the team gets to know the reader's so called secret by seeing him action just zooming past them to catch up with a escaping Unsub in a mountain-like scenery and they're having a hard time catching up to them bc Rossi gave him the go ahead bc the Unsub would otherwise be able to escape in-between the trees and rocks.

Just imagine reader being big enough in his werewolf form(doesn't matter if 4- or 2-legged form to me (as in folklore or twilight type lol) ) that he can just plop all his weight down on the Unsub and pin them to the ground. Possibly disarm them by grabbing the thing in their hands or biting their arms/wrists.

How would the team react? Would they have had some suspicions on the topic?

Sorry the request's a bit long again lmao. Please if the request is too much, your requests are closed or you just don't feel like it, don't feel pressured to do it! Stay hydrated, have a nice day and keep your head up! uwu

Okay, so I wasn't going to write this originally because I wasn't sure how to, but then I started thinking about it and ideas kind of just came to me aha. I hope you like it, I'm posting it now because I just finished writing it and I'm giggling and I just wanted to post it because I think it's funny, but not like a funny funny like a stupid funny if that makes sense?

Warnings: Bullet wound, blood, make shift first aid

Word count: 1385

“A handler?” You asked in disbelief, you scoff, shaking your head at the director with a laugh, “I don’t fucking think so, I’m not a dog-”

“We need someone to monitor you who’s on the team.” He said, pausing before continuing, “Like a mentor,”

“Then call it a mentor. Not a fucking handler,”

“Could you give us a minute?” Rossi asked, speaking for the first time. Hotch, Strauss, and the Director look at each other for a minute before leaving the room.

“The prick may as well ask me to roll over,” You muttered bitterly, wiping the frustrated tear that had made its way down your cheek.

“Look, kid, all I’m going to be doing is making sure you’re settling in okay,” Rossi said with a shrug, “I don’t care about what else they’re saying. I’m only concerned about if you’re okay.”

That’s how you were introduced to one: the fact that you would be working with the BAU, and two: that you’d have a ‘handler’ constantly monitoring you.

When you met the team, an hour or so later, they noticed that you seemed to be full of energy and, despite only having met Rossi an hour ago, seemed to be pretty loyal to him already. Over the next coming months, your secret (as promised) was kept between you, Rossi, and Hotch. All the team knew was that you ‘had good tracking skills’ and that’s why you were recruited. You knew the truth was going to come out eventually, but you didn’t think you would ever be prepared.

There wasn’t much difference with this case then the others, an unsub who was a horrible person, lashed out at people, the usual. He even had a lair surrounded by woods. When you found him and the team confronted him, he ran (also not unusual) and he was fast (unusual), really fast (definitely unusual).

You stare at Rossi until he nods, giving you approval. You pelt your legs fast after the unsub, even if you did lose him, you’d be able to find him quickly. He stunk of the familiar scent of blood, mixed with cigarettes, and Jack Daniels. You let yourself shift as you run, the familiar feeling of your bones resetting subtly as you did so - more energy and strength seeping through your body as you changed, clothes tearing as your body transformed. Soon enough, you’re ready to drop down on all fours, a growl crawling up your throat you do. It doesn’t take you long to catch up with him, maybe thirty seconds. When you do, you tackle him to the ground, keeping him pinned with a heavy paw, you lift your head into the air, howling loudly to signal to Rossi that he’s been detained.

The team stared at you in absolute shock when you walked back over to them, now dressed in the spare clothes Hotch and Rossi always kept close by (as a just in case).

“What the fuck-” Derek’s the first to speak.

“It’s sort of a long story?” You reply, unsure.

“There’s been numerous sightings of werewolf individuals throughout history, not to mention clinical lycanthropy,” Spencer chimes in.

“So you’re a-?”

“Say it,” You say dramatically, you hear Rossi and Hotch sigh deeply, already knowing where this was going. “Say it. Out loud.”

Derek and Emily share a confused look. “Werewolf.” Hotch mumbled, hoping to get this whole thing over with.

You turn around dramatically, “Are you afraid?”

“No.” You grin, you had never heard Hotch sound so done with you in your life. This was brilliant.

“This is the face of a killer, Bella.” You say, disappointed when none of them get your reference. “Really? None of you? JJ, come on, you know what Cullen means, surely you get it?”

“Sorry, I’ve never actually seen Twilight,”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Penelope would get it, you all need to be more like Penelope and laugh at my jokes,”

“No need to bite back so hard, kid,” Derek grins.

“If this becomes a frequent thing, I might actually kill you.” You state.

“You’re all bark and no bite,” A growl sounds through your throat and your eyes flash. Derek puts his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, no more jokes. Can you eat chocolate though? Serious question. Rossi, why’s he looking at me like that? Rossi, Rossi-!” Derek yelped as you tackled him to the ground.

“Yes I can eat chocolate, it makes me feel sick though.” You answer, you hadn’t shifted, you just wanted to scare him a little. “Nice yelp though, sounded like a little girl.”

“I did not!”

“Yeah, you did,” Emily answered with a snort.

Now, months later, you stand in a warehouse, locating the unsub with Rossi whilst you wait for backup. “He’s definitely here,” You mumble, “Jesus, he eats a lot of fast food,” Rossi gives a small snort, “I think he’s in here,” You say, pointing at the room just ahead of you. Rossi nods, raising his gun slightly as he begins to enter the room, you’re close behind.

You watch in horror as the gun cocks into place, you let yourself start to shift - knowing that you wouldn’t be able to make it in time in human form. You weren’t going to let them get hurt. You were nothing if not loyal. Rossi waits for the bullet. He knew it was going to happen eventually, it was inevitable in this line of work. But the bullet doesn’t come, instead, the crack of the gun in heard, as well as the sound of impact. Then nothing. And then the small whine comes. It’s pathetic and sounds like a wounded animal. A wounded animal. It clicks and Rossi looks around, spotting the form of a wolf, he watches as the fur shifts, slowly turning to skin in order to preserve your energy.

Another shot sounds and the unsub drops down dead. Rossi sends a brief nod of thanks to Morgan as he rushes over to you, shrugging off his windbreaker to place over you. Morgan joins him, peering over you, eyes widening when he sees the bullet wound. He reaches for the radio, “We need a-” Rossi puts his hand up and Derek stops.

“What do you need us to do?” Rossi asked, turning back to you.

“Rossi, he needs an ambulance,”

You shook your head, “My body will heal, I just need to get it out,” Rossi nodded as you lifted your head, the bullet wasn’t too far in. You could probably just reach in and grab it, you’re body would flush out any infection or bacteria that was in the wound and you’d be as good as new within a day or two. Your fingers hovered above the bullet wound and you let your head drop back to the floor. You take a deep breath before you plunge the fingers into the wound, feeling for the bullet. Your back arches and you ground your teeth, you clench the bullet with your finger tips and force yourself to take a deep breath before you pass out or something. And then, when you’ve got a good grip, you yank it out. And fuck it hurts. You groan loudly through your teeth, throwing the bullet to the floor.

“You okay?” Derek asked, you huff a small laugh as you nod.

“Just peachy,” You mumble. “I’ll be fine. The outside of the wound will close within a few hours anyway,”

“Won’t you bleed out?”

“Should be fine,” You said with a shrug, “This is hardly the first time I’ve been shot,” And with that, you force yourself back on your feet, clutching a hand to the wound as you walk.

When you’re back on the jet, now with a gauze over your wound, you lay slowly on the couch. “I know what will help,” You say, lifting your head up slightly, “I’m going to make you all watch Twilight. You need to get my jokes - they’re like over half of my humour and none of that can be appreciated if you haven’t seen it.”

“Is it any good?” Emily asked, you shook your head.

“Nope, it’s absolute horse crap,”

“Then why make us watch it?”

“Because you all need to suffer to get my humour,” You said, before adding, “And I’m injured so you can’t say no,”

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #emily prentiss #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #aaron hotchner #david rossi #spencer reid #erin strauss #werewolf #werewolf reader #teen reader (although I picture reader at like 20-ish)#male reader #x male reader #Bullet wound #blood #make shift first aid

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lastoneout · 2 years

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Got asked if I had any tips for new artists during my stream today and I figured I'd put them here too:

Draw, seriously, just do it. This is the hardest part and also the most crucial. Just run at it screaming and refuse to back down. You just gotta do it.

Always do your wrist/arm/shoulder stretches before drawing and make sure to take breaks to stretch/re-center yourself if you've been going for a few hours or more! (Here's the stretches I do, and they help with gaming and writing and desk work too, they're just a good idea all around!)

Try to draw less from the wrist and more from the shoulder(move your arm more and your wrist less basically). That and stretches will help you avoid carpal tunnel which is never fun.

Consistency is only something you need to worry about if you're like, working in the industry/doing some types of commissions(like an twitch emote bundle or a comic book). If you're just starting out or only drawing for yourself it literally doesn't matter. Like, I don't think I've ever drawn a character exactly the same way twice, it's fine.

Don't do warm up drawings, do warm up scribbles. Doodles circles and squares and lines and swirls until you feel nice and lose, then start actually drawing.

If you're between 50-90% done with something and you REALLLY start to hate it, keep going. You just gotta power through, cuz chances are it's perfectly fine(or even really good) and your monkey brain is being a jackass coward chugging that impostor syndrome juice.

If you finish and you still hate it put it away until tomorrow or the day after and then look again. Never EVER trust your negative opinions about your art(or anything) if it's after like 8pm.

Re: the above points, as an exampke last night I HATED my new pngtuber model that I'd spent literally all day on. Went to bed and in the morning was like "oh this is good actually". Trust me, tired burnt out you is not a good judge of quality, especially the quality of something you've been staring at for like 4-5 hours.

If, after all that, you still hate it, that's okay too. It's a bummer, but don't try to force yourself to like something just cuz you spent a lot of time on it. Chalk it up to experience and move on to the next thing!

Do everything in your power to not compare yourself to others. It won't get you anywhere. Instead learn to look at other people's art and find what you like about it and try to break it down or do it that way yourself. Dont fully copy/trace ofc, but really think about how something looks and see if you can figure out why you like it and/or how it's done.

OH MY GOD USE REFERENCES. Anyone who says not to use references is talking out of their ass. You think figure drawing classes are bad?? That artists draw from life just for shits and giggles?? No, its because you need to know what shit looks like to draw it!!! USE REFERENCES!!!

Same with youtube tutorials, especially for learning to use digital art programs. Do take everything with a grain of salt ofc(we've all seen the "masculine vs feminine eyes" shit or the trash trend of "I fix my viewer's bad art uwu" ignore that crap) but you can learn all kinds of shit for free on youtube.

If you can feel yourself burning out fucking stop drawing a take a break. Even if you're in the middle of something, or part of you wants to keep drawing. Burn outs suck and it's gonna take a lot longer to get over it if you push yourself until you crash instead of just acknowledging that you're hitting your limit and stopping for a few days. The art will be there when you get back, your health should always come first!

If someone tells you thick line art or anime style or whatever is bad, ignore them. All art is subjective. Draw what you want how you want. Even if it's all thick line art or you stick to sketches or only do anime stuff or chibis or humans or furries or goddamn stick figures just draw literally whatever. If this is just a hobby for you there's no reason to push yourself. Draw what makes you happy, fuck everyone else.

Anyway that's all I've got for now, might add more tomorrow when I'm less tired(and I encourage additions for other artists as I'm self taught and had to learn most of this the hard way and thus I'm sure I've missed stuff) but yeah, just draw my dudes, this is supposed to be fun. You deserve to have fun.

#art

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niphredil-14 · 1 year

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Heyhey!! Can u pls write a fluff story about Brahms Heelshire x f!reader who suffers from migraines? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I rly wanna see the gentle caring Brahms worrying about the reader at such moments uwu

This is my first time writing for Brahms, so I decided to do a drabble/hcs just to get myself accustomed to his character. I hope that's alright c:

Brahms was rarely bratty. Usually, so long as they followed the rules, and did everything as he liked, he was very well-behaved, if not a bit playful and mischievous. When he started noticing that they were straying from the schedule, even though it was only by a little bit, he decided the best course of action was to remind them just how much of a pest he could be.

It started with moving their things around, only slightly though. When he noticed that it hadn't changed their behavior, he moved on to flickering the lights on and off. That obviously bothered them, yet it only made their tardiness worse, and so begun his musical tantrums. At all hours of the day and night, he began cranking his record player's volume all the way up.

His shenanigans came to a close, however, when they burst into the music room, absolutely fuming, where not only the music was extremely loud, but the lights were flashing. Rushing to turn the music player off, they shouted at him, demanding that he stop. He had no intention to, until he noticed them swaying, and then, almost in slow motion, collapsing to the ground.

When they awoke, they found themselves in their bed, with the Brahms doll sitting in a chair by their bedside, glassy eyes staring at them. A residual headache throbbing when they went to sit up, they resigned themselves to a high-reclined position against the pillows. Only moments later, Brahms walked into the room, carrying a tray with a glass of water and some nearly burnt toast on it. Pulling up a second chair at their bedside, he placed the tray at their feet and gently moved them into a sitting position. He gave them the tray, muttering a small apology in his little voice. The toast was far from good, but with the way he was watching them expectingly, they forced it down regardless. He continued to stare at them, standing opposite of the doll, even after they finished eating. Catching on to the curiosity and worry behind his silence, they began to explain. “Brahms, Honey, it was a migraine. I’m gonna be fine.” Brahms stayed silent, still staring. After a few moments of his silence, they vaguely explained migraines to him, and how they affected them. A rare feeling of guilt crawled it way into Brahm’s chest, scraping and clawing at his insides.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, please don’t leave me.” He practically whined. The sight of such a large man, that was usually such a brat, so easily submitting and apologizing was endearing, but they knew the importance of structure and rules to him.

“I’m not going to leave you, Brahms. And it’s okay, you didn’t know any better. But you need to understand that if you do that again, there’ll be consequences, alright?” Slowly and gently crawling into the small space next to them, he pressed his masked face into their neck.

“Alright, just please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you, I promise.”

#.#brahms heelshire #the boy #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire x you #brahms heelshire x y/n

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bratshaws · 5 months

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through the hourglass 313.brb x oc

a/n: another shorty but hope yall like it!(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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She knows she should wait when he’s free,she knows it, but she couldn’t wait especially after what happened??? After Miranda? She chews her lower lip as she looks down at his contact number on her phone, gardening gloves have been tossed aside as she walks back inside.

She was surprised her fuming hadn’t woken Shells or the kids up.

After a moment of internal debate, Beatrice made a decision. She couldn't wait. She needed to hear Rooster's voice, to share the strange occurrences that had unfolded in his absence. Pulling her phone closer, she took a deep breath and pressed the call button.

The phone rang a few times before Rooster answered, his voice groggy from the late hour. "Bea? Everything okay?"

“Hey…I know it’s late out there,sorry for waking you…”

“No,hey,” he grunts and the bed creaks as he sits up, “Don’t apologize gorgeous. You know I love hearing your voice especially when I’m deployed.”

Beatrice smiled, the warmth in Rooster's voice providing a comforting embrace, even across the miles that separated them. "I just... I needed to talk to you. Something happened, and I couldn't wait."

Rooster's tone shifted to alertness. "What happened? Are you okay?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to relay the events without causing unnecessary worry. "Miranda came over today. It was... strange, Rooster. She was saying things, trying to create tension or something again. I don't know what her game is…"

“ What did she say?"

Beatrice recounted the encounter, detailing Miranda's cryptic comments with detail, and Rooster listened attentively, remaining silent so his wife could let everything out without being interrupted.

When Beatrice finished, Rooster let out a heavy sigh. "Damn. I wish I was there, Bea. I don't like the sound of this. What did she want?"

"I have no idea," Beatrice admitted, frustration creeping into her voice. "It felt like she was trying to get under my skin, questioning your abilities as a pilot. It was bizarre, Rooster."

Rooster's tone shifted, a mix of annoyance and concern. "Questioning my abilities? What does she have to do with that?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out. It's like she's trying to stir up trouble again… I don’t know, is…well,is Mark bothering you guys too?”

A pause.

“You…could say that,gorgeous.”

"What's happening with Mark, Rooster?" Beatrice asked, her voice laced with worry.

"...I can’t say over a call baby" Rooster explained. "Too risky.”

“Are you all safe? Right now?”

"Yeah, we're safe for now. Just dealing with some internal issues. I'll fill you I can,I promise.”

Beatrice exhaled a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Okay. Just...be careful, Rooster. I don't like the sound of all this."

"Me neither,gorgeous…we’ll be okay," Rooster reassured her “I promise. We can handle…whatever this is.”

Beatrice nodded, even though Rooster couldn't see her. "I know. But it doesn't make it any easier when you're so far away."

"I know,gorgeous…did Miranda…said anything else?”

"Nothing else."

Rooster's voice softened. "I see… Shells is there with you, right?"

"Yeah, Shells has spending some time," Beatrice acknowledged, a small smile touching her lips. "But it's just... I don't want anything jeopardizing the peace we have at home, especially with you away on a mission."

"I know baby. I wish I could do more. Just remember, we're a team, no matter the distance. If anything feels off, trust your instincts, okay?"

"I will, Rooster. Always." she sighs, “I should probably let you go back to sleep.”

Rooster's voice held a comforting note. "I'm not going back to sleep until I know you're okay. Talk to me, Bea. What else is on your mind?"

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, debating whether to share the weight that had settled on her heart. "I just miss you, Rooster. And with all this happening, it feels like the world is a bit shaky."

"I miss you too, Bea. More than you can imagine. But we need to weather this storm, and then I promise I'll come back to you."

Tears welled up in Beatrice's eyes, the longing for Rooster magnified by the distance between them. "I know, Rooster. I just... I worry. About you, about us, about everything."

Rooster's voice softened, "We'll get through this, baby. I'll make it back to you. Just keep our home fires burning, okay?"

"I will," Beatrice whispered, a sniffle escaping her. "I love you, Rooster."

"I love you too, gorgeous. Now, get some rest. We'll talk soon."

After exchanging a few more words, Beatrice reluctantly ended the call. The weight of the conversation lingered in the air, a mix of concern, love, and the underlying uncertainty of the situation. She wiped away a tear, took a deep breath, and dropped her head on top of her folded arms as she rested on the kitchen table.

Jolene whined under her, her huge head plopping on Bea’s thigh as her paw landed on the human’s knee.

Beatrice absentmindedly ran her fingers through Jolene's fur, finding solace in the comforting presence of her loyal companion. As she sat there, Beatrice's mind danced between the happenings of the day.The encounter with Miranda left a lingering unease, like when you swallow bitter medicine. She couldn't shake the feeling that something ominous lurked beneath the surface, something she couldn't quite grasp.

But why?

Why?

Why were Miranda and Mark so obsessed with them? This has been happening for so long she couldn’t even figure out a fair reason to.

"You doing okay, Bea?" Shells finally broke the quietude.

“Ah!’ Bea jumped, turning around to see Shells standing by the kitchen door, holding the twins to her chest while Nicole wobbled over to her mother. Bea sighed, picking Nicole up and standing to check on the other two, “Sorry,I…didn’t hear you.”

Shells grinned, gently rocking the twins in her arms. "No worries, Bea. You looked lost in thought. Everything okay?"

Beatrice sighed, her gaze drifting towards the window as if seeking answers in the starlit sky. "I just had a chat with Rooster. Miranda's visit today... it's been lingering on my mind. I can't shake this feeling of unease."

“...Miranda was here?”

“Oh,oh yeah you…were all asleep on the couch…you didn’t hear me by the door?”

Shells shook her head, a perplexed expression on her face. "No, I must've been out like a light. What happened with Miranda?"

Beatrice recounted the encounter with Miranda, and Shells listened attentively, her brow furrowing as she processed the information.

"That's weird," Shells commented, her eyes narrowing in thought. "But…considering everything,I’m not surprised.”

Beatrice shrugged, her eyes reflecting the weariness that had settled into her bones. "I wish I knew what she wanted, Shells. Rooster mentioned some internal issues in the squadron, and now this with Miranda"

Shells gently rocked the twins, a thoughtful look on her face. "Maybe we should beat her up."

“Shells!”

“Beat er up!” Nicole giggled, throwing her little fists up.

“No-Shells,please don’t mention violence in front of my kids.”

Shells chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright. No violence in front of the kids. We'll just have to outsmart her. Maybe throw her off with kindness or confuse her with some gardening trivia."

Beatrice rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "I appreciate the sentiment, Shells, but I just want things to settle down. Between Rooster being away, the breach, and now Miranda's mysterious antics, its a lot."

Shells nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's a lot to handle. But if Miranda wants to play games, she'll soon find out she picked the wrong opponents."

The twins, sensing the shift in energy, began to squirm in Shells' arms. Aurora reached out towards Beatrice, her tiny fingers trying to grasp onto her mother's hair.

"Looks like they want you, Bea," Shells chuckled, carefully passing the twins back to their mother as Bea but Nicole down. "I'll make some coffee. We might need it for our plotting against Miranda."

Beatrice cradled the twins in her arms, planting a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. "Thanks, Shells. I’d like that."

"Any word from Rooster?" Shells asked, as she marched over to the coffee maker, letting Bea handle the babies for a little while.

“I called him a few minutes ago."

“Yeah?”

“What did he say?”

“That I should listen to my gut if something feels off,” Bea smiles softly as she places the twins down on their bouncers a bit before preparing herself to feed them while Nicole walked over to her high chair, waiting to be settled.

Shells looked at her from the coffee maker,smirking a bit, “Well he doesn’t have to worry about that,does he? Gut feeling is our specialty.”

“It is?”

“I mean,I had a gut feeling you and Rooster would end up together, and surprise to no one, I was right!”

"Yeah, well, your gut feeling about Rooster and me was probably the only one that worked out."

Shells returned to the living room with two steaming mugs of coffee, handing one to Beatrice before taking a seat across from her. "True, I might not be the best fortune teller, but I make a killer cup of coffee. So spill, what's the plan, Bea?"

Beatrice puts Nicole on her high chair and then tilts her head ‘Plan?”

Shells took a thoughtful sip of her coffee, her eyes locking onto Beatrice's. "You know, for dealing with Miranda. What's our strategy? Besides not beating her up, of course."

"I'm not sure, Shells. If she wants drama, let's not give it to her."

Shells leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Ignoring her works for so long. Then what?"

Beatrice sighed, the weight of the situation settling back onto her shoulders. "I don't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she's getting to us. Let's focus on our own circle.But for now, let's not let Miranda's games distract us."

“Hmmm…”

“I know you hate that idea.”

“You are absolutely right.” Shells says, “I hate it.“I’m just sayin’ we need to be proactive.”

“I know…”

“Yeah..” Shells pulls out her phone, “Good thing I called Aunt Penny then! She can give us some advice,” if she noticed Bea’s wide eyed look she ignored it and kept on talking “You know she can help us out.’

“Shells.”

“And Mav.” oh God. “He can help us too!”

“Shells….”

“Yeah,we have this in the bag!” Shells laughs, “Anyway,coffee,right?”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

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softie-rain · 2 years

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Hehe if you are taking requests could you do one w peter maximoff where he finds his s/o stressed out and anxious due to examinations? I'm burnt out and really need some peter to help lol ty love your work so much!!! <3

Stress Relief

pairings: peter maximoff x gen!reader

warnings: non fluff uwu

summary: finals can be extremely hard, and Peter just wants you to forget all about it

a/n: hey! thanks for the request, and sorry if this came out so late 😭 also you didn't specify the gender so i went with neutral :) Also i know i said i was taking a break from x reader stories, but this was an old request and i wanted to finish it.

Any spam likers will be blocked. If you like what you read, REBLOG.

"Peter?" You called in the dark, after hearing wind moving your hair. "Damn, how did you know it was me?" He asked faking shock, hugging you from behind.

You chuckled, closing your arms around his. "Instinct."

"What are you doing?" He observed the papers on your desk, where you were currently sitting at. Last weeks of school, that meant final exams. Completely useless, if you were asked, who's only purpose was to give you stress, all the time.

"It's almost midnight, you can't seriously still be up studying." He commented. You rolled your eyes at him. "Yeah well, I have to make a plastic of the cell and for now I have only studied the components, and still have to do the whole thing. Plus Mrs. Kelly wants this ready for tomorrow, so either I do this now or I fail."

Peter looked at you with sympathy. You were so stressed over school work lately, withou taking any break. And yes, maybe you had the time to do one. But you knew that if you stopped, then starting again would be way harder. Especially at midnight.

"I can do it for you, if you want." You started laughing, even if you knew he was dead serious. "I appreciate it love, but I'm fine."

"You're clearly not. And if you don't want me to do your work, then let me help you forget your stress for an hour.

Or two."

You rolled your eyes. "Peter, no. I can't have any breaks now- Peter!" He completely ignored your protests and grabbed you bridal style. "Ready?"

You knew anything you would have said could never brought Peter to stop his actions, so you just shook your head and said "I never am." And then clinged into him as he sped out of your room.

He brought you in the forest, laying you on the fresh grass. "And now?" You asked. He smiled and layed down next to you. "Now you look up and admire the stars."

You did as he told you, and smiled widely. The sky was simply beautiful, and living outside the city without light pollution made it even better.

"That is the Big Dipper, there, you see it?" He said, pointing his finger up. After a few seconds you spotted it, and nodded at Peter. "And more on the left the Little Dipper. It's a bit harder to spot, but without all the lights you should be able to see it."

It took you a full minute to find it, but finally yoi saw it too. And so you spent the time like this, between Peter pointing out stars and planets as you tried to find them, and awful pick up lines.

"Y/n, you know what's more beautiful than the sky?"

"If you finish that sentence I'm breaking up with you."

"I was gonna say me but ok."

Almost one hour and half later, you were fast asleep. Tired from the exhausting day and with Peter's voice as a sweet lullaby, sleep came over you pretty easily.

When you woke up next morning, panic washed all over you.

The project. You haven't finished it yet.

You rushed over your desk, maybe you could still finish it, somehow.

But at your desk, you saw the project done, perfectly closed in a box, ready to be brought at school. Next to it, a note.

I know what you said, but you were exhausted and I didn't had the heart of waking you up. I love you, good luck with the project <3

You smiled and brought the note to your heart. "Love you too, Peter."

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