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[cjracingpnf]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52732054

Together at Last, Written by CJ Racing

Excerpt:

As the sun begins its daily ascent into the sky, life in Hateno Village slowly awakens for both man and beast alike, like a quiet murmur that slowly grows over time. Farmers taking care of their livestock, shop owners preparing their stores for incoming customers, every man and woman preparing for the busy day ahead.

It was at this moment, up at that quaint house across the bridge, that Link begins to stir, slowly opening his eyes as he soaks in the sun's morning rays that reach towards his face. A look of surprise washes over him, sitting up before looking to his right and realizing that the woman who had been sleeping beside him is no longer there. He can feel his heart pause for a moment, until he hears a calm, soft humming coming from below, that he instantly recognizes as the beautiful and familiar melody that Zelda sings from time to time. Link relaxes, now knowing where she was, taking comfort in hearing her at peace.

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Thank you to Cayla (@dbl_mp1 on Instagram) for this amazing cover art, and to @louwhose for being an amazing beta-reader and for helping me out with so many great suggestions and tips to help improve my writing!!

[catb-fics]

SFW Alphabet: H for Hugs

Just a little bit of silly fluff for my Valentine’s countdown 💗

SFW Alphabet Masterlist Main Masterlist

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

💗 Van is a big on physical contact as he's such an affectionate person - he won't hesitate to pull you into a hug any time, any place.

💗 You'd always found yourself a bit touched out by people who were overly physical, but that just fell by the wayside when you met Van.

💗 The first time you shared a hug you two barely knew each other (although you'd admired him from afar for some time) so you were surprised when Larry formally introduced you and he went in for a hug straight away!

💗 You only felt awkward for all of about two seconds before you melted into his arms.

💗 He was so warm and super-soft and he smelt so good, you were embarrassed as you held on maybe just a little bit too tight.

💗 Van never said anything but the little smirk on his face and the twinkle of mischief in his eye as you finally parted told you full well that he'd enjoyed it just as much as you had.

💗 Fast forward a month, a few outings to the local pub and a couple of cosy film nights at Van's  (and plenty of hugs) and you'd admitted your feelings to one another.

💗 And the hugs just kept coming...

💗 Van can't keep his hands to himself, he always likes to be touching you. He likes to feel that physical connection.

💗 He always feels warm even when it's cold outside. It comes in handy in winter... it's like having your own personal hot water bottle on hand.

💗 But his hands aren't always warm as you find out when he tries to slip them under your jumper to warm them up!

💗 His hugs are never rushed, even when you're late for work and in a rush to leave the house in the morning he won't let you go until you've had your hug and kiss goodbye.

💗 When he's leaving for tour he'll hug you a little tighter and a little longer and you close your eyes, taking everything in, the vibrations of his heartbeat, the scent of his cologne, the way his arms feel wrapped around you. You want to remember it clearly for those lonely nights when you’re apart.

💗 He's just the right height for cuddling... you feel like pieces of a perfect puzzle fitting together.

💗 Hugs from behind, often when you're least expecting it. He wraps his arms around you tight, engulfing you in his warmth, his face buried into your hair or neck.

💗 Neck nuzzling... it's ticklish but when his lips find that sensitive spot you're like putty in his hands.

💗 Morning hugs lying in bed with you as the little spoon, naked limbs entwined whilst he scatters sweet kisses all over every bit of exposed skin he can find.

💗 You especially like this when it's cold and gloomy outside, the rain lashing down on your windows. You can just shut out the rest of the world and get lost in each other.

💗 The best hugs are the ones where you've been apart and you've missed each other so much. It just feels so right being back in each other's arms.

💗 He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in so close and he's breathing in the scent of your hair and you feel like you're positively gonna pop if he squeezes you any tighter!

💗 "Van I'm gonna burst in a minute! You're gonna have to let me go!" He loosens his grip a little but still doesn't let go. "Sorry love, I'm just in my happy place... don't ever wanna let you go. I've missed ya so much."

💗 Airport hugs where he'll drop his luggage in an instant to pick you up and whirl you around, showering you with kisses. You cling to him like a koala bear, legs wrapped around his waist! You don't care if you're in a public place.

💗 Did I already mention he smells good? (Apart from straight after a gig!)

💗 But you still love sweaty post-gig hugs, he's hyper and pumped up on adrenaline and it's such a turn on seeing him on stage that those hugs more often than not end up leading on to more...

💗 And there's definitely a hug for every occasion... Feeling sad? Comforting hugs where he holds you close and gently strokes your hair. Feeling tired? Sleepy hugs where you lie on his chest and the steady sound of his heartbeat lulls you. Feeling horny? Steamy hugs where hot, wet kisses are pressed to your neck whilst he grips your hips and grinds against you. Feeling crampy and hormonal? Caring hugs where you'll lie on the sofa with him behind, rubbing soothing touches on your belly.

💗 There's nothing that makes your feel safer or more secure than when you're enveloped in his warm embrace.

[charamelwrites]

Babysitting with Extra Morbid Steps

pairing: skeleharem

Chapter 38: Posted!

“are ya gonna tap out, sweetheart? ya look like y’er gonna faint and the ride isn’t even startin’ yet.”

“I’m gonna freaking kill you, Red. Once we get back down, I’ll strangle you.”

“loosen up, darling or y’er gonna loosen your seatbelt.”

“Oh my god, that’s not funny!”

Fic Summary Act 2 (Chapter 26-?): Friendship and romance was the last thing on your mind. But the longer you spend time with the skeletons, the deeper you get entangled in their lives.

[purplesweetpotatoes]

tonight's playlist: writing good omens fanfic edition

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Moon Knight Fanfic

Moon Knight

Slow Jams ( Steven Grant x Reader) Smut

What Is The Truth? (Marc Grant x Reader) Angst

My Card

[minisugakoobies]

You said to come give you attention, so 😗👉🏾👈🏾

2, 4, 30, and 38!

Ahaha, thank you for indulging me! 😘

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

LOL, my first 5 tags are so boring:

Smut (29)

Kissing (25)

Fluff (22)

Oral Sex (19)

Swearing (19)

I don't even know why I bother tagging kissing and swearing? Just habit from when I was first posting and unsure how far to go with my tags, I guess. But yeah, that's me, I like to write fluffy smut full of kissing and swearing, and my characters love oral, apparently 😝

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

Oooh, dealer's choice? Ummmm, I'm pretty proud of the Namseok dance routine in chapter 11 of Paradise. I had a lot of fun visualizing that one as I wrote it. 🥴

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

I answered this one here - tl;dr, I had trouble writing the brat mindset in All Wound Up (Harder). I'm just not a brat!

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

I was shocked when All Wound Up (Tighter) popped off! At the time, it was the fastest I'd written a fic (less than a week - now I write stuff in a day occasionally!) and I wrote it thinking it would amuse my friends and that's about it. I underestimated the draw Taekook have!

Ask me a fic writer question!

[luchikigroman]

Создание Фанфиков Часть 2

[stwritings]

Bestfriend!Eddie who has never thought of you in an explicit way. You’ve been friends since middle school and are now well into your 20’s, stunning all of your mutual friends by your consistently platonic relationship (through no fault of your own).

Following a spontaneous night of drinking, you ended up sleeping over, having accidentally gotten a little too wine drunk whilst hanging out. This wasn’t the first time you had spent the night in the Munson’s trailer. Normally, you and Eddie would take turns sleeping on the pull out bed, alternating each time so at least one of you could get a good night’s sleep during your stay.

On this particular night, Wayne was off work, making the small cot unavailable. Despite Eddie offering to sleep on the barcalounger, his uncle wasn’t having any of that.

“Boy, i don’t want you sleepin’ upright in here. Lookin’ like the damn exorcism chick, freakin’ me out.”

He had a point.

You both made your way to his bedroom to get set up. With alcohol flowing through your veins, the prospect of sharing a bed together didn’t seem like a big deal to either of you. You settled in for the night, borrowing an old t-shirt and some clean boxers of his to sleep in.

It was a particularity cold night and you were notoriously selfish in your sleep. You greedily pulled on the blanket throughout the night, stirring Eddie out of his sleep. He woke up shivering, glancing around in confusion until he was conscious enough to remember your presence.

He grumpily turned to face you and quickly snatched the blankets back so he could be covered once more. His rapid movements caused the duvet to slide off of you, exposing your sleeping body as you laid on your stomach, one leg hiked up to your side. This position caused the boxers you were wearing to ride up your ass ever so slightly, really showcasing your figure. Eddie paused for a second as his brain short-circuited. He stared at you, his best friend of 10+ years, stunned and confused by the way you were unintentionally making his boxers feel tight.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

World's Best Dad: Graduation

Summary: It's Gracie's graduation day and a certain Winchester is in his feels about his baby girl not being a baby anymore...

World’s Best Dad Masterlist

Pairing: single parent!Dean x kindergarten teacher!reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: language, mention of a car accident

A/N: Enjoy!

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It was early on the June Saturday morning. You sighed when you rolled over and found the other side of the bed was empty. Today was Gracie’s day and while she was more than excited, Dean had been dreading this day for months.

Because today she was graduating from high school and in his eyes, his little girl wouldn’t need him ever again after today. It didn’t matter how many times you told him that wasn’t true. Dean was convinced today was the start of the end.

You shook your head and climbed out of bed, wrapping one of his flannels around yourself before you tiptoed downstairs. Unsurprisingly, he was standing on the back porch with a cup of coffee in hand, watching the light rain shower come down.

But the thing that made you pause was that Gracie was standing beside him, her shoulders moving as she spoke with her hands. She gave him a hug he tightly returned, making her small body look even tinier wrapped up in him. She said something else as he nodded, kissing the top of her head and then she was coming inside, Dean giving you a smile through the back door.

“Morning, munchkin,” you said when she pulled the door shut after herself. “Sleep okay?”

“Yeah.” She lazily gave you a hug, resting her head on your shoulder. “I told daddy to relax but you know how he is.”

“Yes I do,” you said, running a hand over her head. “You don’t need to worry about him. That’s my job.”

“Our job,” she said. “Remind him I’m literally going to college on the other side of town, not the country. You guys will still see me all the time.”

“I know,” you said, rubbing her back. “Why don’t you go shower and then we can do your hair how you want it, okay?”

“Mhm,” she hummed, giving you one last squeeze. “Are we still going to camp tomorrow?”

“Yup. Now go start getting ready,” you said, letting her peel away. “And Gracie?”

“Yeah?” she asked, looking all kinds of innocent in her AC/DC shirt and pink shorts. 

“You relax too. It’s your graduation day. You have a party to look forward to this afternoon on top of that whole being done with school thing,” you teased. She sighed and nodded. “Don’t worry about the speech.”

“It’s like my punishment for doing well in school. Get the best grades? Congrats. Go give a speech in front of everybody. I wish I was dumber sometimes.” You laughed, pushing her over towards the stairs.

“Oh, munchkin. I knew you were going to be top of your class back in kindergarten. You have some idiots in your class,” you laughed. 

“I am well aware,” she said, heading upstairs, promising not to use all the hot water which was as unlikely as you winning lottery. You went to the back door, finding Dean still on the porch.

“How we doing, honey?” you asked, approaching his side and wrapping you arms around his waist. He sighed heavily, resting his head on your shoulder, so very much like Gracie had a moment ago.

“She’s not a little girl anymore. I miss when she was a sassy little shit making us fall in love,” he said softly, a smile in his voice.

“That child is still a sassy little shit,” you said, Dean chuckling. “Can I give you some advice? As a daughter with a pretty good relationship with my own dad the past decade?”

“Give it to me,” he said, lifting his head, spinning you in his arms, holding you to his chest.

“Little girls turn into women. Those women have careers and fall in love and have their hearts broken. They drink and curse and have amazing sex and shitty sex and will make so many mistakes in life they’re going to wonder when they become a real adult for a long time until they realize all of us are faking it.” Dean cocked his head, brushing your messy hair behind your ear. “But that woman…she’ll always need her dad. When she needs to vent, when she’s scared, when she needs advice on how the fuck to handle adult life. Gracie’s a young woman now and she’s going to change a whole lot over the next four years just like she did in high school and middle school and elementary school. She’ll be a grown woman but she’s always going to be your little girl. Now she just gets to be your friend too.”

He bit his bottom lip, uncurling it so it fell into a smile, pecking a kiss on your lips.

“I like that. I’m okay with being friends too,” he said, swaying you side to side. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a smart cookie?”

“Well between us, this really hot guy has told me I know a thing or two before,” you said. His eyebrows raised, chin lifting.

“I bet he says things like he was in his head this morning and you just used that magic to make him feel excited about all the new things he gets to do in life with his daughter now, huh?”

“He’s a very good communicator when it comes to praising me,” you said, Dean’s smile turning dirty. “But I think he likes when I tell him how good he is even better.”

“He does like that,” he said, curling into your touch when you traced under his jaw. “Want to go tell me how good and loved I am and make me squirm?”

“Alas, we have a teenage girl getting ready for her graduation inside and she has a habit of walking into our room unannounced. Still.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips over your ear. “Alright. But when the kids are having their party, you and I can sneak off for an hour and have a Baby date, hm?”

“Dirty boy,” you teased, squeezing his ass. “I like it.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing your forehead. “Alright. Let’s go show off our little valedictorian.”

You smiled at Dean and the three slightly bored children sat beside him as you walked across the stage two hours later. You stopped at the podium, adjusting your gown for a split second before clearing your throat.

“Good morning everyone. Students. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Mrs. Winchester, a kindergarten teacher at the school district. For these students up here, most of you know me as Gracie’s mom,” you said, getting a quiet chuckle out of the crowd. Dean gave you a thumbs up, a light blush on your face. “I had the privilege of teaching a number of you all the way back in kindergarten if you guys can remember that long ago. Gavin, Derek. Nice to see you guys aren’t arguing over the same blue chair anymore.”

That one got a louder laugh, as you looked at the students, offering a smile.

“Normally we as teachers attempt to offer a bit of advice as you all go on to a new part of your lives. But I’m going to tell you all a secret instead. It’s a secret your parents all know and have never told you. See, adults don’t know as much as you guys think we do. Like we really do not have a clue,” you said, the crowd chuckling. “We’ve just had more time to make mistakes and figure out what works and what doesn’t for us. We’re all still on that journey and it’s a journey you all get to go on now. Be patient with yourselves in the future because anyone will tell you, it’s going to turn out differently than think it will. But that’s the fun of life too. Sometimes you’re a twenty four year old trying to figure out her new job and how to get two boys to stop fighting over the same blue chair literally every day the entire school year when there were twelve of the exact same chair-”

“Mrs. Winchester it was the special chair though!” called out Gavin, several other students nodding in agreement.

“You’re only telling me this now?” you joked, another laugh rippling through the crowd. “Needless to say, you may go to work single one day and then you might have a five year old set you up with her dad on the next.” 

Gracie was giving you a death glare but you saw a tiny smile underneath it.

“Point being, life’s going to happen fast and it’s going to get messy. Have fun. Enjoy the mess. You don’t know where it’ll lead you,” you said, lifting your chin. “Now I’d like to introduce this year’s valedictorian to you all. She’s a bright student, talented volleyball player, was in more clubs than I could count and she has a reputation among her teachers of always being helpful and kind. And as much as I’ve loved being able to watch all of you grow over the years, I’m a little bit biased and have to say she’s been my favorite. Gracie Winchester, come on up, kiddo.”

She still looked nervous, eyes locked on you, ignoring the clapping as she crossed the stage to meet you at the podium.

“Dad’s in the fourth row. Just look at him if you get scared,” you whispered in her ear as she nodded.

“Thanks mom,” she said, giving you a quick hug. You sat back in your seat off to the side with the other teachers, Mr. Colt leaning over in your ear.

“There’s a bet going on if there’s going to be tears,” he mumbled as Gracie shuffled her papers around.

“No way in hell, dude,” you laughed lightly.

“Oh not on you. Dean. Buy in’s five bucks that he does.”

“I’m not an idiot to take that bet,” you said, curious when Gracie stared at her papers and suddenly flipped them over.

“Hi,” she said, voice a tad higher than usual. “So I wrote a speech and everything but I think I want to go off script instead.”

She didn’t bother to turn back and check with the faculty that she could. Her speech had to be approved a few weeks back so you were interested where this was going.

“For the love of god, Y/N, tell me she isn’t going to drop an f-bomb in this,” said Mike, the high school principal sat directly behind you.

“Oh she wouldn’t dare do that. Let her break a rule for once and see what happens,” you said, Gracie gripping both side of the podium.

“At the start of last summer, I was in a car accident with my dad. A lot of my friends know this. The whole school knew but I never told anyone how bad it was. We almost died actually,” she said, Mike leaning forward. 

“Y/N, please tell me this isn’t going to get morbid…” 

“Shh,” you shushed him. Gracie inhaled sharply, putting on a smile.

“Normally in that kind of accident, my injuries would have been much worse, even fatal sometimes, but my dad put his arm in front of me to protect me the only way he could in that split second. I got hurt but I was okay. He ended up breaking that arm quite badly. He was in different casts and braces for close to five months. He was in physical therapy for nine. His arm is still covered in scars. Only recently has he been able to lift the things he used to, work out the way he once did.”

The room was dead silent, Gracie nodding to herself.

“He’s just a man,” she said softly. “He can be hurt. He’s not superman. Our parents, our families…no one’s indestructible. But I think my mom made a good point when she said to enjoy the mess. Life is going to mess with us wether it’s car accidents or our careers or getting our hearts broken. It’s going to get really messy for us really soon. But I think that’s a good thing. My life’s been messy already but good things came out of it. I know my dad might not be superman but he’ll do his best to be that for me always. I know my mom is as scared of public speaking as I am but she volunteered to go before me today to show me it’s no big deal. I know that my dad used to have a fake smile he’d wear for me because he thought I deserved a much better life and father than him.”

Your eyes skirted to find Dean in the crowd, his gaze locked on Gracie, his eyes wet but otherwise his composure solid.

“He was twenty eight years old and he was wrong about that by the way,” she said, giving him her know it all smirk, Dean grinning as he nodded back. “We’re only seventeen and eighteen years old. If people a decade older, two decades, more, are making mistakes, then we definitely are going to. It’s okay that we do. I can’t wait to make them and think the world is ending. We should all make mistakes so we can figure out what we want in life and find the good stuff instead. At the end of the day, I think the good stuff is all that matters. We don’t need supermans in our lives. Just good people. Plus we all know Batman is cooler and he’s just a dude.”

The crowd laughed, Dean smiling proudly, Gracie raising her chin.

“Want to make a mistake with me later dad?” she asked, a mischievous smile on her pink lips. He laughed deeply and nodded.

“Why the hell not?” he said. 

“Alright,” she said. “I’ll hold you to it. So…” she looked over at you, shrugging. “I’m done.”

“Why did I get into education? Even the good ones scare the shit out of me,” mumbled Mike as he stood and put on a smile. Gracie scooted back to her seat with a round of applause, Colt leaning over.

“Always knew the kid showing up to first grade in band shirts was going to turn out fucking awesome,” he whispered. You grinned, blushing as you looked at your lap. “Dean’s never let me say it to his face but I’ve met a lot of dads over the years. He’s one of the best. Those kids are lucky to have him, and you.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “Now tell me who lost in the betting pool.”

The Next Morning

“She is conked out,” said Dean at the highway rest stop. Gracie was passed out in the backseat while you let Chase and the twins stretch their legs over their breakfast sandwiches nearby. You grinned behind your sunglasses as you leaned against the SUV, Dean smirking back as he replaced the cap on the gas tank. “What?”

“I’m just so honored to be in the presence of the best dad like, ever.” He groaned, letting you wrap your arms around his trim waist. “She really fucking loves you, you know. She’s going to be calling you up when she’s fifty years old asking for help. World’s best dad right here.”

“Stop it!” he laughed. “You teased me all of yesterday. You going to torture me today too?”

“You like when I torture you,” you chuckled, batting your eyelashes at him. “It’s payback for not telling me what this mistake Gracie wants to make with you is.”

“Oh it’s nothing too bad. She just wanted to know if we could go get tattoos together.” You raised your eyebrows, Dean pursing his lips. “Mom’s cool with that?”

“It’s her body, honey and she is legally an adult. We told her last night no more curfew, no more a lot of rules. We need to let her start making those mistakes,” you said, Dean smiling softly at you. “But I mean she is a Winchester. I’d be more surprised if she didn’t want a tattoo.”

“She just wants a little dog paw on the inside of her wrist for Toby,” he said.

“She loved him so much. I love that idea,” you said. “We should get another dog. Feels a little too calm in the house the past six months.”

“Let’s look into it in the fall. Maybe a little surprise present for the kiddos,” he said, letting you trace your fingers over the scars on his right arm. “I was thinking of covering it up. Doctor’s say I’m fully healed, no more surgeries needed.”

“You can. Scars don’t bother me though,” you said, Dean watching you dance your fingers up and down. “Just no face tattoos. That’s where I draw the line.”

“Oh well now I have to,” he laughed, nuzzling your cheek as he hugged you. “What about flowers? I can get one for each of the kids and then you’ll have the biggest one obviously cause you’re the momma.”

“On your face?” you laughed, Dean rolling his eyes.

“My arm, smart ass. I’d much rather look down and see a reminder of why I’d get scars in the first place rather than the scars.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder, Dean rubbing your back. 

“Okay. But I’d like you to think of something small I can get for you and the kids. The papa gets protected in this family too.” He hummed, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“Thank you for reminding me of that all those years ago,” he whispered. 

“Always.” You heard a groan and spotted Gracie sitting up in her seat, her braid messy as she stared with narrowed eyes. “Well good morning our princess of darkness.”

“So loud,” she grumbled, opening the car door and sliding out. “I’m hungry.”

“Not surprising considering you survived off of cake and chips yesterday,” chuckled Dean. “Come on. Let’s go get you a breakfast sandwich and a coffee. That’ll perk you right up.”

“Coffee?” she asked, following him as they headed towards the rest stop.

“Oh you’re a Winchester. You’re gonna love coffee,” he said. You smiled as you watched them go, resting your head against the SUV.

You didn’t have time to be sad though, Olivia running over and saying the boys stole her hashbrowns.

“Maybe you guys being adults won’t be so bad,” you laughed to yourself. “Someday.”

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[medic-simp]

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝒹 - A Silco Short

Silco x Fem!Reader Year of the OTP Event: September Prompt "Hurt/Comfort"

Period Comfort!

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences || WC: 561

@yearoftheotpevent

Cover made with Canva.

Another wave of pain sets in and you writhe uncomfortably, wringing your fingers into the comforter, groaning. Despite it rooting so low in your body it feels like it’s constricting your lungs, limiting your breaths, taking the life out of you. All you can feel is the excruciatingly slow rise and fall of this tide of agony.

Silco’s return to your side is of mild notation as the pain begins to retreat, allowing you some space before it constricts again. Gentle hands shift you up against a pillow, and you can’t help the little gasp that escapes you as your heating pad slides under you. On the nightstand you see you’ve been given a glass of water and two medicine tablets and more tears begin to flow as you can’t help but feel like a small and helpless child for Silco to care for.

“I’m so- hic- sorry, Sil,” you blubber, arching your body against the heating pad as it begins to warm up. Your back aches and you can’t bother to try holding back your sobs as you squirm uncomfortably, tears running down your cheeks. Silco frowns and climbs into bed next to you.

“Whatever for?”

Arms come around you and pull you into his embrace, keeping the heating pad snug against your lower back. You sniffle and open your mouth for Silco to give you the medicine, struggling to swallow between sobs. The glass clicks against the nightstand as Silco sets it down and you all but melt into his figure, wiping your eyes.

“I-idontknow...”

Silco holds out his arm for you, usually walled-off and cold features now softened as he offers his sleeve. You grab it gratefully and pull it up to your face, letting your tears and snot sink into the fabric, the latter of which is running quite unceremoniously from your nose. You sob into his arm, at a loss of how to word your discomfort and emotions, and Silco doesn’t stop you, letting you soak his shirt sleeve with mucus; it’s certainly not the first time.

“It’s okay, take a deep breath with me,” he whispers, fingers carding through your hair. Your cheeks heat up with the embarrassment of how calm Silco is and how emotionally volatile you are, but you do as told, lifting your head up from Silco’s arm to take a breath in through your nose, following his slow rhythm. With every exhale, you expel your panic and worry, melting against Silco’s torso as your body finally relaxes, muscles taking a break and eyes beginning to grow heavy.

There’s nothing but the two of you; no other sound, no other smell, no other feeling, just you and Silco. His breath rustles the ends of your hair like leaves in a whisper of wind, just barely disturbed–and even then, only comfortably so–as he too begins to relax greatly.

You’re aware of less and less as the minutes pass, the pain of your cramps and achy back become only far-away concerns that you can deal with in the morning; senses hone in on the subtle cadence of Silco’s heart and lungs.

You mumble an attempt of “I love you” and it doesn’t sound quite right, but Silco’s breathy hum in return is reassurance enough that he understood.

It's not very long before the both of you are snoring.

[artcherontia]

Rating: T Warnings: No Warnings Ships: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas Tags: Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Troll Biology (Homestuck), thats not an nsfw tag right, exploring each others bodies but like literaly /not sexual, Tags to be added

Dave finds himself fascinated with everything about Karkat, because he's an alien obviously no other reason. Karkat has a crush, Dave isn't making it easy. Cuddling ensues... for science.

[des-no9]

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Hey I'm Des <3 Old. Writer mostly, but also artist.

I write a lot about the many shades of love and its beauty, its destruction, identity, grief, loss, trauma. And a lot of things in-between. You'll find a lot of NS FW here.

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[stargazing15]

Can you save me - Chapter nine

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: blood & injury, fluff

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

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“Why haven’t we heard from her?” A now angry Rooster shouted at Tank. “Why isn’t she back yet? We need to find her!” He kept on shouting , almost forgetting to breath. He was angry, at everything and everyone, but mostly at himself. After you had said those beautiful three words, he was in awe for too long, before he had the chance to say it back you were both on your way to deck, surrounded by others. He hated himself for not saying it yet, what if he didn’t get to chance anymore? The chopper was already in sight, he couldn’t help himself to let the tears roll down his face.

“I’m sorry Rooster, she made me promise to bring you home safely.”

“Is that..?” Maverick pointed out at a visibly hurt figure stumbling it way to them.

“Oh my god, Ricochet.” The three of them came running up to you, shocked at the sight of you. There was blood all over the right side of your uniform, there were holes and it seems like you tried to patch up your arm and had a piece of fabric tied tightly around your leg.

“Baby, what happened, are you o-” but his whispering got interrupted by you collapsing in his arms, losing consciousness. “No, no, no, no, stay awake. I love you too.” Even though you were unconscious, Rooster seemed to notice the corner of your mouth creeping up a bit.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Rooster sleeping on your bed, holding you hand. Looking to the other side you, you saw the ship’s doctor.

“Lieutenant Commander, welcome back!” You tried to say something, but he motioned to take your time, get back to your senses first. “I’ve got to admit it’s a wonder what you’ve put your body through and made it back. You must have some excellent guarding angels. That being said, your body took a serious hit, the bullets just missed your major arteries.” Rooster was waking up by the voice of the Doc. “Lieutenant, good time to wake up, your friend has waken up too.” Rooster’s eyes went from sleepy to very big to take your awake form in.

“Hey, you okay? I was so scared I lost you.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You smiled softly. “Rooster, you can inform the rest that I’m awake.” Rooster got the memo that you needed time with the doc alone.

“So, can you still remember everything?”

“Yes, every single bullet and getting whacked to a three due to a grenade.”

“Explains the bruises all over your body. The next phase you’re familiar with?”

“Yes, I’m familiar, I guess no walking yet?”

“Indeed. You’ll be okay.”

“You can say it, I feel it in my leg.”

“You won’t be able to go back as an operator.” You actually smiled at little at his early conclusion. “I’ve never seen this kind of positive reaction.”

“I guess I have been contemplating my future for a bit.”

“Only reason an operator would ever step down, there’s someone special?”

“You can say that.”

“It was him wasn’t it?” Rooster was probably not that subtile when you were out.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you smiled at him “how long was I out?”

“2 days. Can I ask you something Lieutenant Commander?”

“Please Ricochet or Ric, ask away Doc.”

“How did you manage to get back with those injuries? I’ve seen a lot of bigger guys with the same type of injuries but not being able to do what you did.”

“Being a woman," you joked, "Mental strength, I guess those guarding angels were really looking out for me and thinking of him made me stronger.” What you didn’t know was that Rooster had opened the door ajar and quickly stopped his tracks when he heard your soft voice. Hearing what you said made his heart melt even more after seeing your eyes open looking at him.

“Hey! Here’s some water, she can drink right doc?”

“Well this will be her first real test.” The water felt heavenly on your throat, not as heavenly as the feeling of Rooster’s hand had felt on yours, but it felt good.

“My first victory,” you smiled at both the Doc and Rooster, “it will take long, but I am going for many victories.”

“Lieutenant, it seems like you have got a very strong woman, take care of her. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“What? How does he know?” Rooster was watching Doc leave with a puzzled look.

“You camping here made him a little suspicious.”

“Y/N!” A wild bunch of pilots suddenly appeared in the sickbay. It felt good seeing them back, yes all of them. Their faces went from worried after seeing you all patched up to happy when you smiled at them.

“Are you okay Ma’am?”

“Oh sweet Bob, come here,” you pointed to the seat where Rooster had sat all night. When he sat you wiped away the tear on his cheek and took his hand in yours, Bob really became this little brother you wanted to protect from all the bad in the world, “I’m still here, it’s really hard to get rid of me.”

“When the medevac called in someone was badly and Rooster was screaming in the background, I was so scared. You made this family a real family and I don’t know what I, we would do without you.” Bob noticed a slight discomfort in your expression. “Oh sorry I was rambling, are you in pain?”

“It’s just, I think I need to lay down a little,” there was almost a fight to help you, with Bob helping you on your left side and eventually Phoenix winning for your right side to help reposition your cushion to lay down. “Thank you and to answer your question, I know it not an ideal answer, but I’m sort of trained to handle this pain and yeah, it’s not the first time. But Hangman over there, you would be asking to be sedated.” You laughed a little at your own comment, the rest of the aviator almost fell on the ground from laughing, but quickly regretting it as you started coughing. 

“In pain, my ass.” Hangman muttered in between his teeth.

“But Hangman, now serious for a second, thank you for saving our asses.” Rooster said, leaving you dumbfounded. 

“No one has told her yet?” Coyote spoke up.

“Doc was talking to her about her condition and then you guys came. I’ll leave the honour to you Hangman.” Rooster being the gentleman he was, let the man tell his story, also knowing he liked bragging about it.

“Well, as Bob said, we were all shocked after hearing what happened to you, yes even me. So I stayed with my plane, in case. And I was right, there was still one bandit out. I’ve got to admit, your pilot has some serious skills, dodging those rockets and bullets.”

“Why do you think we call him Dodge, he’s not called after the car. Jealous of his skills?”

“Nope, chopper’s too small for me. The guy definitely earned that name. But back to me, your pilot, Dodge, was doing a good job, but until it was getting almost too much, then boom. I came to save the day.” Rooster was right, Hangman needed to tell the story, not only to boost his ego, but also to cope with the almost losses of team members.

“Dear pilots, I think it’s time to let her rest for a little bit.” Doc interrupted the story session.

“Hangman, can you wait for one sec?” Rooster looked you, slightly hurt you didn’t call out him, so you mouthed him ‘love you, need to thank him’ at what Rooster nodded, also knowing once you got home you’ll be all his.

“Yeah sure, what’s up?”

“Thank you.”

“Just doing what I’m good at cupcake.” He gave you the typical Hangman big smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“I mean it, I know it was hard on you that Mav choose Rooster over you. But I don’t think Rooster could’ve saved us like you did. So thank you for saving us.”

“He indeed couldn’t have done that, he was scared after Mav was shot down, but you being hurt, I never heard him scream like that and it was in the background. I was actually scared too when I went after the bandit.” He paused for a second, completely changing the subject. “I really screwed up my chance with you, didn’t I? You really do love him don’t you?” You getting injured made him realise he really did care about you.

“I, uh, yes, I really love him. You’re a good guy under all that Hangman. You will find someone Jake, you just need patience. And be you. Stop all that hunting.”

“Can we still be friends?”

“No.” You were trying your best not to laugh, just to see his expression, but you were not expecting this sad face. And it looked serious. “Oh my god, I was just joking.” Before you could finish Hangman hugged you.

“Oh sorry Y/N I forgot for a second. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, are you though?”

“As long as we can still be friends after what I just said.”

“Are you kidding? Who would I tease, who can take it, if we wouldn’t be friends anymore, life would be boring then. And it would’ve never worked out between us. With Rooster, things are more, I don’t know how to say it.’

“More naturally, I think I understand. But if he ever hurt you, you need to tell me.”

“I’ll put you on the who to call-list. But I think the CIA will be first.” 

“Good to hear, I’m happy for you. I hate to admit it, but you two look good together. Never say this to Rooster. This stays between us.”

“And me I guess.” Doc smiled.

“It’s time to rest now cupcake, maybe time to eat something. See ya later.”

What neither you or Hangman knew was that Rooster was still listening from the other side of the door, not because he didn’t trust you, he just was curious to what Hangman had to say to you. He definitely had not expected Hangman’s confession, but was relieved with your answer and the fact that Hangman actually supported your relationship.

***

“Ready to go home kiddo?”

“Kiddo? Seriously Tank? I’m only 15 years younger.”

“My point. Are you okay on the crutches?”

“I can endure until we’re off the carrier.”

“There’s a wheelchair waiting for you on the dock, so what are you going to do after you’re better?”

“I don’t know yet, I think I’m gonna follow Bradley and see where it takes me. What about you?”

“Stepping down voluntarily? The way you’re saying it, I don’t think you will regret it, adjusting to the new life on the other hand.”

“Yeah I know. My body is saying that it’s been enough, still gotta live a long life after this, so I’m not gonna ruin it more. What about you?”

“I don’t know yet, if I find a fine lady who loves my babies, I think I might want to something with animals.”

“Good for you, do what makes you happy.”

“Come on, let’s get home. I’ll deliver you to your boyfriend.”

“You guys coming to the Hard Deck?”

“No, I’m bringing Ricochet home, I guess I owe her at least that much.”

Once Rooster had helped you in his Bronco after throwing the bags in his trunk, you asked the inevitable question, while taking his hand in yours. “So what now?”

“You’re gonna live with me, I live on the ground floor and my place is trice the size of yours. I will help you with your revalidation.” Had you ever mentioned you were in love with his man? Your place was indeed a no go, too small and on the first floor with no elevator.

“I love you.” You babbled before kissing him on the cheek.

“I love you too baby, you okay with that?”

“Oh definitely yes, but all my stuff?”

“I’ll call some reinforcements and pack up. You can rest for a bit.”

“You’re prepared, I like that.” What would you honestly do without him

“Y/N, there actually one thing I’ve been dying to know, I don’t if you have made a decision yet and I know with everything going on now you maybe haven’t thought about it, but-”

“Bradley, please take a breath. And I made my decision before we left.”

“Oh.” He actually sounded disappointed.

“Why the disappointment? I am actually going to stay with you, I still want to stay in the Navy, just not operating anymore.”

“YES.” Rooster threw his hands in air -against the roof of his Bronco- in celebration.

“Hands on the steering wheel handsome, we still want to make it alive at your place.”

“You mean that what you just said?”

“Yup, I’ll follow you where your new orders will take you, revalidate there further, and invade your personal space.”

“I love the sound of that.”

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obsessed drug maniac

summary: You got a job to calm this fucker down while you try to survive you are able to make something unexpected happen.

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A casual work day you had..well who could cal this occupation casual? You, of course you could you were badass, you were that kind of girl who would get the inhuman amount of chairs when the teacher of your 2nd grade said "i need some strong boys to carry these chairs".

What exactly your job was is rather unexpected. To put it simple, you were like a helper. Someone needed you to do paperwork? You had it. Someone had a wound to clean? You did exactly that. It is not like you were treating executives, no. You were treating the "pawns". the paperwork also didn't contain anything that if it were to be leaked it wouldn't be a problem.

From time to time you got a job like make sure no evidence is at the scene, or make it look like a suicide type of stuff. Heck you'd get even jobs where you told the rules. Of course if you fuck up than your not gonna end well, but to hell with that you took your job as... a hobby poorly said.

Sanzu rushing through the halls visibly high murdering anyone who was in his way. This time you got a rather special and dangerous task. Calm him down -> get him to the car. You see the rich guy of the bonten Hajime to be exact knew he would be not enough for an awaiting task. Yes, he had to do something money brainy like related, but in a building of a rival gang. If a thing would go wrong he'd be dead.

Koko wouldn't dare to ask mikey for help, Rindo and his brother were in a foreign country, Kakucho was still badly wounded from a mission that took place a week ago, Mochi was attending some unrelated business. So Sanzu fucking Haruchiro was the one to go with.

Koko was already out of the building while Sanzus massacre had already begun. You had a team of five people. Unfortunately you didn't get to lead. From the years of working at such job you learned that the safer option is to go with your own rules. You were chosen to be the one who calms down Sanzu..which was oddly dangerous.

You said fuck it to yourself and went to do your job. Walking carefully and quietly to not trigger Sanzus drugged blood shed you were cussing yourself out for not showing more dedication towards being a leader. Well you can't do anything about it now. Your newest priority should thinking how to calm that maniac down.

You stopped logically seeing the first victims to encounter fuckruchiro. Slashes on their bodies. Some died quickly some were toyed with. Well thats gonna be you in next few minutes.mYou crouched to their bodies investigating. You could tell by the brownish blood and the wounds that stopped bleeding that Sanzu was far away. You took a look on the plan of the building. to see possible places he could be at.

Boom! Found it. The bigass room, there would be a lot of people. But in this situation. You knew anybody in their right seance of mind would run the fuck away from that place. You saw the plan had a big structure of hallway so it would take sanzu some time plus he has to murder everybody in these halls.

The halls have on speakers and no alarms meaning that they were packed with people.. well now corpses. You found a shorter way to get around to the room instead of following the corpse trail just waiting to get jumped by Sanzu like an idiot. Patting yourself on the shoulder you sprinted through your selected track.

Stopping right before you have entered the room trying to find a place well hidden so that bastard could not see you a realisation hit you. He was high. You got a set of informations from Kokonoi one of them being that sanzu was high. So now your task got easier and harder at the same time.

The only requirements you had on your hiding spot was for it to be placed so you could see while still not being that visible. Sanzu was out of it so he would not notice you. Sanzu was gonna be hell less manageable. Which was expected from the start.

You looked over to find a good spot, it was dark there so you would blend in just perfectly. You also had clear view on the room and the hallway, you predicted sanzu would rush through earlier. Suddenly all your attention was drawn to the sound of a steel blade sliding across the floor.

You panicked. You thought it wouldn't be that frightening. Dozens of images flew through your mind. You saw the torture top Bonten members used, the worst part was that people were still alive. They where just playing with their corpses. You never got frightened before, but now you knew it was coming. The pain you could have simply overlooked before, but now you were facing it.

You weren't staring death in the face. Nor you were flirting with death. You were sucking deaths dick.

Sanzu.. no... not just him. All bonten executives were way more on top than you were. Just the aura you felt crushed you making you tense in all parts of your body. You were now more aware of your breathing, just to be as quiet as possible even tho that was not a part of your previous plan. His sole presence made you feel powerless.

"Agh" you wanted to slap yourself because of how cowardly you acted. "No, I made the perfect plan." "He will be to confused when nobody is here." "It would even make sence for Koko to wait for him here" "He must be way off to notice you."

Your quick decisions and logic saved you at the moment. If you would stay tense in fear, than Sanzu would notice you in just a matter of time.

You kept focus on the sounds coming from the hallway infront of you. You could hear his stealthy but heavy-handed footsteps being accompanied by the sound of his katana gliding against the floor in a chopped motion echoing his stumbling walking.

You calmed yourself and got ready to put this motherfucker down. You knew you couldn't beat him, so u instead focused on chocking him in attack from the back. You just hoped that he wouldn't swing his katana.

He entered the room. You felt the slight tension in your palms. The same one you feel when you have to present a project infront of people or when you go to the dentist. As you predicted he started turning around in confusion while walking through the room, which lead to him putting his guard down.

Even tho it was just a second, it was enough for you to attack. He had his back turned against you. Which lead to you being in his blind spot perfectly. If you would just crawl to him the most quiet you have ever been, he would eventually notice you creeping behind him. So you had to be fast.

Sanzu turned your way just by pure reflexes by the years of experience in his profession. Your quick thinking saved you as you quickly changed the plan. You put your hand into a fist and struck his upper back where his kidney is right by your knuckles.

He yelped out "FUCK!" This was your time. But now he was aware of you. Chocking him was out of the question now, only thing that came to your mind was his achilles tendon. You crouched and swung your leg as you bashed it into his achilles tendon.

Sanzu came down. He looked at you with terrifying smirk. That was when you realised, that his katana was already in motion. He was high not stupid. Yes Sanzu is reckless but smart as fuck when it comes battle iq. He realised that if you'r in crouch position you won't be able to dodge.

You acknowledged his smirk. You understood that if you could escape this he would rather toy with you than kill you. the only question now is how to escape this hells pawn of an attack. It will slice swiftly through your skull. So you can't just block it with your palms.

Than it hit you. You put your plan to action, you steadily put your hand under sanzus blade just before it was about to put you out of the living. Than with great pressure you pushed it up and slid right below it.

After your successful plan came to an end you took a look at Sanzu who just stood there waiting for you to attack him. He was in the same position avoiding your sight. Your first thought was to attack him. But the fact that he didn't move gave him away. It was just too obvious that he wanted you to attack him.

After five seconds that felt like a minute he turned his head in a swift turning motion. He smiled lightly still showing his teeth. His eyes squinted. In exchange you gave him him a soft smile with closed eyes. "Smarter than anyone i killed tonight" He exclaimed praising you. "But" He peeped with fake worry on his face "what if i would actually attack you?" "What then?" "You could not fight back."

His face returned to grinning and squinting. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" He kept yelling out hysterically. "YOU WOULD DIE" "BOOM" "THATS IT YOU LAME BITCH". You wanted to be afraid, but you just weren't. YOU GOT HIM IN YOUR TRAP.

Your plan was to do something so stupid that would seem smart for a second. That being you closing your eyes. NOW HE IS TRYING TO ARGUE WITH YOU!! NOT ACTUALLY FIGHT YOU. Now just now you could throw him of tracks.

"heh" He stopped giggling to himself and gave you a serious threatening look. Now you were the one grinning and giggling. You had to make him feel worthless. The fight turned from physical to psychological just to your advantage.

He had experience in fighting. You had experience dealing with drugged maniacs and their emotions. Sometimes when getting information from them or just trying not to die.

Now. Now it was your chance. And you gladly took it. You inhaled.. You have dealt with people like sanzu before. Plus he is high so his emotions are for from stable. You had to make him...well...cry. And by your experience the best way to do it was just to put him down by his own acting. By his mistake that was not even a mistake but he was to high to be aware of that. "YOU ARE FUCKING PREDICTABLE!!"

You wanted to call him bitch to his face. But swear words would make him angry not low. You had to make him feel miserable. You continued when his face stopped showing signs of threat but started showing signs of confusion.

"I KNEW I FUCKING KNEW THAT YOU WOULD NOT ATTACK, and guess what" "YOU DIDN'T". He stopped as now he looked terrified that you are above him. You also put the fact that he might be faking it to the case. But from your experience he was truly terrified of your words.

In your brain you thought you were luckier than a god that he was high. He did not make a mistake, nor were you better than him. You just took the opportunity and it worked. "SHAME ON YOU, GOING AROUND CALLING YOURSELF EXECUTIVE..."

Now you couldn't put yourself above him. That would make him angry. So statement like "And you got outsmarted by a unexperienced girl" is out of question. What you had to do was to make him feel that he is not below you but also below other executives...that's why you called him an executive. You just decided to use your previous statement.

".....WHILE YOU ARE SO FUCKING PREDICTABLE." That was his final push.

He dropped his katana on the ground. It making a clanging sound. That sound would scare you before. Not now. You grew braver. His knees dropped to the ground as he put his face into his palms.

Small tears rolled down his cheeks. As he started to inhale exhale frantically. His voice started squealing like he was about to cry out the most hear-wrenching cry of all times.

That is when..

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[kpoppiefanficrec]

Author: andbreatheme

Rated: explicit

Ship: Bang Chan / Han Jisung

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Summary:

What if it wasn't the lion that fell in love with the lamb, but the wolf instead?

"This is Colorado," Jisung said. "There's gotta be wolf packs running around the woods. I'm pretty sure I've heard them at night."

"There's no wolves in Yellow Wood," Hyunjin quickly stated, his voice clipped and irritated.

Felix turned to give him a look that Jisung couldn't understand before turning back around. "What Hyunjin means is there hasn't been a wolf sighted in Yellow Wood in many, many years," he explained. "Word is they moved onto bigger forests further into the state after the area grew scarce for game a long time ago."

Jisung blinked. "But your mascot is the timber wolf," he pointed out.

"I know," Felix said with a small chuckle. "Pretty ironic, right?"

Although it wasn't that funny, Jisung found himself forcing out a short laugh. It sounded strained to his own ears, but Felix and Hyunjin didn't seem to notice. "Yeah, I guess."

A Chansung Twilight Werewolf AU.