#p.c. answers

[crivalsduo]

I loved how you described c!dream in the "creature creature" fic so I had to draw him

OH LOOK AT HIM!!

he's so adorable <3 <3 thank you so much, i love him!!

[hvnlygrl]

hii can u do rafe cameron

can u pls do soft!rafe cameron or soft!jj maybamk where reader and him get into an argument and then he storms out and then the next morning reader gets her period, and when he comes home he just sees her lying on the bed eith a heating pad so he decides to make her a cookie skillet with nutella in it and ice cream on top of it and when he gives it to her she immediately starts sobbing and covering her face with the back of her hand telling him how shes so sorry and that she wished she never foughr with him and then he just comforts her and helps her eat while they watch a movie

⌞ I TAKE IT ALL BACK ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | rafe cameron x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 1.3k

જ⁀➴ warnings | lotta cussing, reader gets a little mean, argument between rafe/reader, hurt/comfort.

જ⁀➴ synopsis | after a fight with rafe due to your hormones during that time of the month, he goes out of his way to make you feel better.

જ⁀➴ notes | sorry i kinda went in a little bit of a different direction with this i hope that's okay! but the general idea is still the same... thank you for the request! it's such a sweet idea <3

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it had never bothered you before, the sound of rafe on his game in the spare bedroom, but for some reason the loud sounds of him on the headset with his friends were driving you up the wall while you tried to watch your show in the living room. 

you sighed out in annoyance when you heard him for what seemed like the 20th time in 5 minutes, “GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??? TOPPER GET HIS ASS!” 

you clicked the volume up on the t.v. in front of you, head beginning to ache from the loudness of the show mixed with the loudness from the game room. you were unsure of how to handle the situation. you didn’t want to ruin rafe’s fun on the game, and you surely didn’t want to start an argument with him but you couldn’t take it anymore. 

you paused the show, stood from the couch and stomped your way down the hallway. you didn’t bother knocking on the door since you knew he wouldn’t hear it, instead opening it as soon as you reached it. “rafe,” you called out. no answer. he continued clacking at the keys on the p.c., shouting orders at topper and kelce over the headset. “rafe,” you called out again, quite a bit louder this time. still no answer. 

at this point you were fed up. you were unsure of where the blind rage came from, but before you knew it you yanked the headset from his head. 

“what the-y/n? what the fuck are you doing?” he shouts at you, his eyes flitting back and forth between the computer screen and your angered expression. 

“can you shut the fuck up, dude? i’m trying to watch my show,” you grumble at him as if it's obvious. 

“woah,” he cocks his head back at your statement, “chill out.” 

now you’re really pissed. “don’t tell me to fucking chill out!” 

“babe, it’s not that serious,” he continues clacking at the keys on the game. 

“it is that serious. you try watching your favorite show and listen to me hooting and hollering from the next room. it’s fucking aggravating and i can't take it anymore right now.” 

rafe rolls his eyes. “i don’t know what you want me to tell you, y/n, it’s really not that serious. i’m doing my thing and you’re doing yours. you don’t see me busting through the door to get on your ass about the t.v. being too loud.” 

you can hear the oohs and ruh-rohs coming from the headset, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“oh my god, dude, can you just act like a fucking adult for five minutes? you don’t have to play fortnite every single night with your gay ass homeboys. maybe you could spend time with your girlfriend instead of being on the game from the second you get home until hours after i fall asleep.” 

“that is so not true and you know it, bruh.” 

“if you’re gonna play the game and not even interact with me, then just go do it at your own damn apartment. i’m not fucking dealing with this right now. i have a migraine and i don’t want you here tonight.”

rafe can't ignore the pang that shoots through his heart at your words. “seriously? you’re kicking me out?” 

“yeah,” you mutter softly before leaving the room and heading back to the living room. cramps begin overtaking the muscles in your stomach, only adding to your agitation. you breathe out shakily, your throat beginning to tighten as you watch him grab his bag and storm out. 

once the door slams behind him, a wave of guilt washes over you, your eyes watering as you smack yourself for kicking him out. all you wanted was for him to stop being so loud and now he’s on the way back to his apartment, pissed at you for embarrassing him in front of his friends and for sending him home.

you lie down on the couch, allowing the tears to stream freely as your thoughts get darker and crueler toward yourself. you sob deeply, arms wrapped around a pillow until you finally fall asleep. 

about an hour or so later you wake up, shuffling into the bathroom, you notice your appearance in the mirror; cheeks puffy and eyes swollen from crying. the sight only makes you feel worse. you sit on the toilet, letting out a harsh sigh when you notice the blood that pooled in your favorite pair of panties. after already feeling like a piece of shit both physically and mentally, here was mother nature three days early, ready to screw you over even more. 

you couldn't help but tear up again at the inconvenience, suddenly realizing what happened tonight. you wanted to slap yourself for being so stupid and not noticing the signs, but you knew that it was too late now. after heading to your bedroom to find a new pair of underwear and shorts, and spotting the dirty pair before throwing it into the wash, you head back to the living room. 

your heart beats in your throat as you pull out your phone to text rafe. 

after the conversation with him you felt a lot better about the situation, but you were still feeling pretty upset. you rummaged through the kitchen, checking the cabinets and the fridge and freezer for any type of food that would satisfy your cravings. of course, you had absolutely nothing that would help. you sighed as you shuffled back toward the living room, opting to just lie on the couch and watch your show until you fell back asleep. 

you knew the thought was dramatic, but you couldn’t help but wonder when your life turned into this; alone in an apartment that was too big for you with nothing you wanted and no one to share it with. 

and then you heard a knock on the door. despite it being his signature knock, you couldn't stop yourself from checking the peephole, heart fluttering when you saw the blonde on the other side of the door.

you quickly opened it, a soft smile on your lips. “what are you doing here?”

“did you really think i was gonna let you be alone on night one?” rafe raises a brow at you before revealing two grocery bags he’d been hiding behind his back. he had made a run to the local store for all your favorite sweets, chips, icecream, drinks, and anything else he could think of. he even bought you a heated stuffed animal that could be thrown into the microwave and used as a heating pad.

“baby,” your lips curl down into a frown, eyes watering at the gesture, “you’re too nice to me.” 

“of course i am,” he chuckles as he sets the items down on the coffee table, “you’re my girl.” 

you watch in awe as he grabs your favorite cup, fills it with ice and pours your drink into it. then he grabs the stuffed turtle (your favorite animal) and heads to the kitchen to throw it into the microwave for a couple minutes. 

“get comfy, babe,” he calls out to you, “get your show set up, do whatever you gotta do.” 

you smile at him sweetly. “you didn’t have to do all this, rafe.” 

“i know,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “i wanted to.” 

“thank you,” you whisper when he brings the warmed turtle over to you. you moan happily when you stick it onto your lower abdomen, the sensation immediately easing some of the pain. “i don’t deserve you.” 

“sure you do,” rafe huffs as he kicks his shoes off and gets comfy next to you, “how many times have you taken care of me? saved my ass without me even thinking to ask you for help?” 

you nod, “yea, i guess you’re right. i’m sorry about what i said earlier baby, i take it all back.” 

“don’t stress,” he holds his hands up, “water under the bridge, my girl.” 

you smile at him, admiring his features before turning your gaze back to the t.v. and snuggling in closer to him. “i love you.”

“i love you,” he parrots back, hand rubbing at your lower back in the spot that he knows typically bothers you. 

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[words-4u]

mine again - p.c

pairing: andrew 'pope' cody x f!reader

wc: 1.1k

a/n: random fic because i'm currently watching animal kingdom because of my new fav dilf shawn hatosy and i'm obviously very into pope

it was a calm saturday night for you. you had the day off from the surf shop you own. with the heavy rainfall, you couldn’t enjoy your beachfront view as much but the cool breeze coming in from your back door made up for it. you planned on having a nice night in with yourself, you lit some candles and brought out your favourite wine. you’d thought about ordering takeout but opted for a warm home cooked meal for a change.

you’d only stepped out to buy some ingredients for dinner but when you returned you felt uneasy. some of your things were off kilter. your armchair moved slightly to the left, your coffee books opened. your tv, which you always turn off when you leave your house, was on.

with your heart beating a million beats per second, you drop your grocery bags on the kitchen table sneaking across to the cereal cabinet where you kept a gun always loaded.

some sounds were coming from down the hall were your bedroom was. this motherfucker is ransacking you.

taking the gun off safety, you take tiny steps down the hall. you slowly approach the open door to your washroom and cash a glimpse of a dark figure sitting on your toilet. you whip your gun in his direction. 

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” you say through gritted teeth. your finger ready on the trigger. you were scared shitless but you didn’t want this person to know that.

the man lifts his head and your eyes widen.

“pope? what the fuck?” you exhale. you take deep breaths to regain composure slowly lowering your gun.

“you really shouldn’t leave that back door open,” he says casually going back to wrapping gauze on his arm. you place your gun down on the counter.

that’s when you really take him in. he’s all cuts and bruises. a gash runs down his forehead into his eyebrow. his knuckles all bloody.

“jesus christ, what happened now?” you keep your distance leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. pope pauses and looks at you like you should know the answer. “right… we don’t talk about jobs. we never have.”

“what are you doing here, andrew?” you exasperate. you haven’t laid eyes on him in months.

“oh, my real name. now i know i’m in trouble.” he joked trying to lighten the mood. he winced tucking in the piece of gauze he just cut.

“we broke up months ago. a mutual decision. remember that?” you wash your hands, drying them on a nearby towel and bend down to grab your other first aid kit from the cabinet under the sink. “you don’t get to just show up here any more.”

a whisper of a small smile appears on pope’s face because while you’re chastising him you don’t even realize that you jumped right into helping him like you have a hundred times before.

you make your way around him and sit on the edge of the bathtub. “turn,” you command an pope listens, rotating his body to face you. now you’re eye-to-eye with him.

“did I interrupt a hot date or something?” you could hear the smirk in voice as you looked through the kit for rubbing alcohol and your mini-stitches kit.

“you don’t get to know that information,” you say, turning to face him again. “now, stay still.”

you soaked a cotton ball, pressing it lightly on the cut above his eye. he winces in pain, grabbing your thighs. you didn’t think much of it, continuing to clean his cut. “why did you come here?”

“is it a crime to want to see you?” he says, eyes never leaving your face. you know this trick and you refuse to fall for it so you avoid making direct eye contact. 

“it is when you break into private property,” you shoot back, dropping the bloody cotton ball and picking up another. “so what was it this time? another bank? church? random houses?”

“had to fuck some guys up that were messing with j. trust me, they look worse,” he states., not looking proud of it.

“completely reckless,” you mutter.

“completely loyal,” he interjects. “it’s one of the things you love about me,” you were abut to correct him. loved, not love. but sitting here, with his hands on your legs, cleaning his wounds like old time, you felt it all come rushing back. 

tou cleared your throat. “so how is lena?” one of the things hardest things to let go of when you and pope broke up was his adorable niece.

“she’s good. you should she see the pictures she draws. kid’s super talented,” you smile at that. she always drew you the prettiest portraits.

“i miss her,” you admit.

“and she misses you. come by and see her when you want. i’m sure baz won’t mind.”

“it’ll confuse her,” you say and pope makes a face. “me being around all the time when we… you know.”

you pick up the needle and thread it through the cut above pope’s eye. you feel his eyes on you the entire time. his hands start to move your legs and this time you shudder.

“did we make a mistake?” his voice tight and hoarse.

“i don’t know,” you reply honestly. “do you?” you pull on the thread, patching him up slowly. 

“yes,” pope states with a slow nod. “and also… i’ve tried to be with other women and it doesn’t work.”

you finish stitching his eye. your thumb slowly caresses it. his fingers dig deep into your thighs. you look down at his hands and then up at him. “what doesn’t work, andrew?”

“i-are you really gonna make me say it?” he asks.

you lift your eyebrows as if to say ‘go ahead’.

pope leans in and his breath fans your face. “I physically cannot be turned an by any other woman.”

you scoff and tilt your head at the man. “you can’t get it up and that's somehow my problem?”

“not the problem, y/n. you’re the solution," he says now grabbing on on to your hips.

"pope," you breath. your body growing hotter with each moment. he guides your willing body on to his lap.

"you know it. i know i just need to hear you say it," he says kissing up your neck.

"sa-say what?" you squirm. his hands making quick work of the buttons on your jean shorts.

"say your mine again," he leans back looking at you. eyes trailing down your face, fixated on your lips. your strong resolution crumbles and your eyes soften.

placing your arms on his shoulders, one hand combs through his reddish brown hair. "i'm yours, pope. always have been."

his lips inches away from yours, pope breathes into your mouth, "and don't you ever forget that,"

he catches your mouth in a searing kiss, one full of passion and haste. the kiss wild and messy like your relationship with the unpredictable man and for the first time in 3 months you feel at peace again.

[writtenbyan-aries]

Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

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You kept thinking about the kiss.

Maybe overthinking it?

You kept thinking about how soft and gentle it was. How you expect it to be rough and dominating but instead, it was total opposite, which kind of throws you through a loop.

He’s a killer, but does he have a soft spot for me? Why would he do that, to prove a point maybe?

“Y/n.” Cody reaches over and lays his hand on yours, “You didn’t take some of your pain meds before you came did you?”

Oh right, we’re at dinner, “No. no. I didn’t sleep well last night and then I tried taking a nap earlier after we got back from the station and that..” you shake your head, “Sorry. I’ve been itching to get back to work and-“

“Well what do you want to know?” Cody leans back, “I’m pretty well caught up on it, so maybe I can help fill you in on what you think you don’t know.”

You smile, “Yes. Work talk would be great right n-“

Your attention is taken away from Cody, and placed onto Sam who is sitting at the bar.

“What is it?” Cody asks, slowly turning his head to look over. Sam turns around right as Cody looks at him, and with a saving grace, Ben and Nat walk in, giving you the perfect excuse, “Sorry. It’s my brother and Nat.”

“Ben and Nat? I was wondering when they were going to reconnect.”

“You knew?!” You look at Cody, laughing slightly, “Like for certain you knew?”

He shrugs, “I mean, you can read it off of them from a mile away.”

“That’s what I said! Well, something like that.” You laugh, glancing back over towards Sam. He raises his glass to you, giving you a wink before standing up to move somewhere else.

If he’s here, then that means one of the others is here, too.

And you’d be correct.

He meets Johnnie down at the other end, but you turn your attention back to Cody, “So.. work. Sorry.”

He shakes his head, giving you a smile, “You’re good, sweetheart. Ask away.”

“Have the families of the men who are a part of that plan to take down the hospital moved into P.C yet?”

You look at Cody as he shakes his head, almost looking disappointed, “No. Since the murders have been happening in the east side of town, they-“

“They’re waiting until one of them finally loses a husband. A father. A grandfather?” You roll your eyes, “Please. They have all the -“

“Y/n. I’ve been trying. Ever since you said something to me about it in the hospital. A lot of the men, who I have called myself, laughed and said let them come. They think they can take down these assholes themselves. No matter how much we push or try, it’s really on them.”

“That’s actually..” you stop, taking in a deep breath, “I’ll talk to the chief myself about that. I’ll go door to door myself if I have to.” You take a long sip from your glass, “Do you think there’s more to Ben getting shot?”

Cody takes a sip of his drink and tilts his head, “I’m going to need you to elaborate a little bit more. I’m not sure I’m following.”

“Do you think that there was just one shooter? Was this a part of the.. Killionaires?”

Cody is quiet for a moment before leaning in, “Y/n. If he was a target for those assholes..” He sighs, “I hate to say this, but I think you’d be a target, too.”

“Are you saying you think the accident was from them?” You take a sip of your wine and raise your brows as he doesn’t answer, “You do.”

“I didn’t say that.” Cody shakes his head, “What..” He sighs, “What I’m saying is, I don’t know what or who caused our accident, and if you think there’s something more about Ben shooting then take it up with the chief.”

You swallow, clenching your jaw, “Okay. Maybe work talk was a bad topic of-“

“No, no. I just.. I care about you a lot, and even thinking that you could be a potential target.. it just pisses me off. I didn’t mean-“

“Fancy seeing you two here.” Ben says as he walks up.

You smirk, “Yeah, I could say the same thing about you.” You glance to Nat, “Could have told me.”

She laughs slightly, “Yeah, yeah. I just.. wasn’t sure where we stood after.. everything, you know?”

You nod, “I understand.”

“Would you like to join us?” Cody offers and luckily, they decline, making their way over to their own table.

Cody looks from them to you, “Cute couple, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Totally.” You smile and down your wine, “Where’s the waiter? I need-“

“More wine?”

Your heart falls into your stomach at your eyes meet Colby’s, “Uh. Yes, yes please.” You remind yourself over and over again to stay calm, cool, and most importantly, collected.

“And for you sir?” Colby looks at Cody and Cody shakes his head, “Whiskey, please.”

“Coming right up.” Colby turns, giving you a wink before going to fetch your drinks. You take a deep breath, “Didn’t we have a different waiter before?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention.” Cody laughs, “You look really pretty tonight.”

“Thank you.” You smile, looking down, “You clean up really well, yourself.”

You couldn’t lie, you felt weird being here with Cody after you run in with Jake this afternoon. You swore you could still feel his lips on yours, which only made you sink deeper into the hole of betrayal.

“I’m going to run to the restroom quick, if he comes back to take our order when I’m not here just get me what you get.” You give him a smile and turn, your smile disappearing as you walk away.

You walk around the bar, stopping when you see Sam sitting at the end. He looks over at you and you tilt your head, mouthing, “What are you doing here?”

He chuckles, mouthing back, “Keeping an eye on you.” He raises his finger off the glass, pointing at you and you roll your eyes, pushing the bathroom door open.

You walk in, hands gripping the counter as you feel like you’re about to pass out, “Shit. Okay.”

“You alright there, honey?” An older woman asks as she walks up next to you, “You look a little pale, and you’re sweating.”

“I think I drank too much.” You laugh slightly, “Wine doesn’t agree with me sometimes. I don’t know why I drink it.” You reach out to take the paper towel she ripped off for you, “Thank you.”

“I had that same problem, but with tequila. Oh boy was that rough.” She laughs, “Water will help, and a cool towel, and if you need to puke, don’t fight it.”

You nod, “Thank you.”

She washes her hands and exits the room, leaving you alone to calm down.

You make your way back out, bumping into someone as you round the corner, “Oh, sorry.” You look up, seeing Colby as he turns with the tray of glasses, “Not a problem, sweetheart.”

He smirks at you, “After you.”

“Mhm.” You huff as you walk around him, smiling at Cody as he comes into view, “There was a lady in there who told me her life story about how tequila is a no go for her.”

“People are so comfortable nowadays.” He laughs, motioning to Colby, who he doesn’t know is Colby, “Ah, yes. Thank you.”

“Of course. Are we ready to order?”

You and Cody order, spending the rest of the night, not talking about work, mainly so you don’t spew all over the table.

It was a good evening. You became slightly tipsy and giggly, but you could still hold your tongue and not say anything too specific.

Once you arrive home, you hoped Cody would just drop you off and leave, but the alcohol in your system had other plans as soon as he kissed you goodnight.

He walks you back through your door, lips still on yours as he kicks it closed. His hands hold you close to him as he guides you over to the couch.

He sits down and you instantly straddle him, grinding down as his lips trail down your neck. You let out a small moan as his teeth sink into your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin between them.

“I’ve missed you.” He whispers against your chest, “You have no idea.” His hands slide up to pull the straps of your dress off your shoulders, kissing the skin that was hidden beneath them, “You are so beautiful.”

You close your eyes, whimpering out as he moves your hips, grinding his bulge up against you.

As you open your eyes, Jake’s figure appears from within the hall and you gasp, scrambling to stand up as you push yourself away from Cody, “Um. I’m sorry. I’m not..”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. We don’t-“

“No, I just.. I don’t think doing this while I-“ you take a deep breath, “I can’t have this and focus on the current case.”

“It’s fine. Okay? I get it.” Cody stands up, “You don’t ever have to explain yourself, okay? I trust your judgment.”

“Thank you.” You sigh, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have drank with the pain meds probably still in my system anyway.”

“I should have thought about that, I’m sorry.” Cody kisses your head, “Get some rest. Text me in the morning, okay?”

You nod, “Okay. Thank you.”

You walk him over to the door and give him a smile as he turns around to wave. You lift your fingers off the door, making sure he gets to his car before you close the door.

“Well that was quite a show.” Jake breaks the silence, “You didn’t have to stop on my account.”

“I didn’t find anything else out. If that’s what you’re here for.” You press your back against the door, “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, love?” Jake walks up, copying your position, “You tried, right?”

You nod, “He thinks that if Ben was a target for you guys, I would be one too.. and-“

Jake clicks his tongue, “So, you think I shot Ben?”

You shake your head, “Didn’t say that, but I would like to know who did.”

“The guy in prison, was the one who shot your brother, but the person behind it.. he’s..” Jake stops talking and you turn, pushing his shoulders into the door, “Just fucking tell me, Jake.”

“You’re cute when you’re mad.” Jake smirks and you push his shoulders harder, “I swear to god. I gave you what you wanted. You have the names. What more do you want?”

“I need you to stop them from placing them into protective custody.” Jake says calmly, “Your work is far from done, babe.“

“They’re not going.” You mumble as you step back, “According to Cody, a lot of them just laughed and hung up, said something about let them come or whatever.”

Jake laughs, “Oh that’s hilarious. They really think they can take us on?” He shakes his head, “That’s.. I needed a laugh. Oh fuck, is that funny or what.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to say.

“Make sure it stays that way, will ya?” Jake walks around you and without even thinking, you grab his arm, pulling him to you, “What more do you want from me?”

“I think you’re asking that for yourself.” Jake whispers, “What are you doing?” His eyes follow as your hand slides up his chest, “Y/n.”

“Do you want this to happen or not?” You look up at him and Jake takes a deep breath, “I would love for this to happen, but you’ve been drinking, and I do have respect for you.”

“I’m fine.”

“I don’t think you are, baby.” Jake steps back, cupping your cheeks with his hands, “You’ll hate yourself even more in the morning if we go through with this. I’m saying no because you don’t need a distraction right now. You need to sleep.”

You stay silent, pushing yourself away from him before walking back to your room and slamming the door.

You sit on the bed, staring at the floor as your mind races, asking yourself what the hell you’re doing.

Your bedroom door opens and Jake steps in, “Ben is home.”

“You better go. I don’t know how I’d explain you being here after he saw me at dinner with Cody.” You stand up, reaching behind you to unzip your dress.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you can’t grasp the small zipper.

“Here.” Jake whispers as he reaches to spin you around, “I got you.”

He drags the zipper down your back, his head tilting as your bare back is exposed to him. He licks his lips, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “We’ll have our moment, just not like this.”

He steps back, freezing as footsteps and shuffling fill the hall. You can hear him and Nat laughing as they file into the room Ben is staying in.

“Gonna be a long night, yeah?” Jake laughs slightly and you scoff, “uh huh.”

Jake reaches back, locking the door, “I can stay for a while?”

“Do you not trust me?” You walk over to your dresser, pulling out a shirt and a pair of shorts. Jake watches as you drop the dress, revealing your figure to him and he clears his throat quietly, “We’ve been over this, y/n.”

You change into your clothes, “So your minions, following me to dinner was what, to get ahead of me?”

Jake nods, “Pretty much. But I also want you safe.”

“No, you need me safe. You’re scared I’m going to turn on you.”

“Are you scared I’m going to turn on you?”

You stay silent asJake walks over to you, “You may not have done the killing, but there’s blood on your hands, too, sweetheart,”

Your brain was clouded, you couldn’t sort through anything, no thoughts were clear, “Fuck. Fuck.” You lay your hands over your face but Jake pulls them away, “Listen to me. As long as you do as I ask, you’re safe. Why do you think I flipped out on Johnnie for hitting your side of the car?”

“Why did you even let someone who doesn’t know how to drive, drive in the first goddamn place?” You throw your hands up and let them slap your thighs.

“Quiet down.” Jake whispers, fingers brushing your jaw, “and calm down.”

“D-“

“Calm. Down.”

You take a deep breath, the sound of laughter and the bed hitting the wall sounds and you can’t help but laugh, “Oh my god. I can’t.. I can’t believe this is my life.”

Tears form in your eyes, but you continue to laugh, “Oh my god.”

“Are you good?” Jake asks and you look at him, “Oh yeah. I’m great. I might be losing it, but I’m gre-“

Jake cuts you off with a kiss to your lips, which he allows you to deep. His hands squeeze your face as he pulls back, “No, I told myself-“

“I don’t care what you told yourself.” You breathe out, “Just don’t think about it.” You pull him back in for a kiss and walk him backwards, pushing him down onto the bed before you crawl up to straddle him.

“Not like I can tell anyone about this anyway.” You smirk down at him and his hands move up to grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as you grind down on him.

“I probably would have lost it if i seen him fucking you.”

“I could tell by the look on your face, Jake.” You lean down, lips connecting to his.

He rolls over, his hips between your knees as his lips find your neck, “We shouldn’t be doing this.” You groan quietly at his words, “Why?”

“Like you said, baby.” He lifts his head, tilting it as he flicks his brows up, “Might fall in love.”

You smirk, “That such a bad thing?”

He nods with a quiet laugh, “I mean, yes and no.”

“Do you not want to?” You sit up onto your elbows, “I’m giving you full opportunity here.”

Jake sits up, “I know. I know.”

You sigh, “It’s fine. You can go now.” You move up the bed, getting under the blankets, “I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’m going to be gone a few days. I have names that need crossed off.” Jake says as he stands up and you nod, keeping your stare away from him.

“Y/n.” He asks lowly, “Are you o-“

“I’m fine.” You cut him off, pulling the blankets up to your chin, “Just fucking fine.”

Jake nods and lets out a quiet sigh, “I’ll catch up with you in a few days.”

You stay still until you know he’s gone. A part of you is so sad that he left, but the other part or you can only wonder one thing.

Who the hell am I becoming?

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I know this is short, but I honestly felt like this is a good set up for part 4 👀 let me know what you think. I love you so much. Thank you for reading! I’ll see you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[mountmortar]

anyway anyone who thinks that blue is the poster boy for the "jerk rival" trope when silver is quite literally right there has clearly never paid any attention to any of blue's dialogue in the games, where there are Quite Literally Multiple Instances of blue giving red advice meant to aid him on his journey in the same way that many of the later friendly rivals and neighbors do, even if the tone of it isn't as sickeningly sweet as the later rivals are. blue literally, in the game, waited in the middle of silph co. to challenge red to a battle to make SURE he was ready to take on giovanni because he was worried about him. do some of you genuinely think that blue was so mean to red when they were eleven that red is like. still traumatized by it when they're in their twenties or something.

red and blue's whole journey is actually kind of hilarious because you have professor oak very clearly favoring red to the point where blue isn't even an afterthought and blue's clearly decided that he's sick of it and hates red now but he still shows up to give him advice and check on him to make sure he can actually handle fighting team rocket and whatnot. it's just a constant loop of "yo! red! crawl around in grassy areas to find more pokémon! go visit bill (who gives red the s.s. anne pass) and thank him for creating the P.C.! i waited here in silph co. for you because i knew you'd turn up! you collected all the badges, too? that's cool! i was looking forward to seeing you!" that he buries under another loop of eleven-year-old "I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU LOOK HOW COOL AND STRONG I AM" bullshit because again. he's just up and decided he hates red now because he's clearly & understandably jealous of all the attention professor oak is giving him ("you and your rival used to play nicely together when you were little, but lately, he has become mean." -> pokémon blue manual) but that doesn't change the fact that they've been friends since they were toddlers and that never once goes away no matter WHAT happens between them. do you think blue's phone call ("I'm Blue. Man, this guy called Red brought me down in a heartbeat. I haven't seen him in a long time...I wonder where he is and what he's up to… Come to think of it, you look a little bit like Red. Yeah, you do. Just...Just a little bit. Whatever...") came from nowhere. Do you think that isn't the sound of a fourteen-year-old missing his best friend. Grabbing you all by the shoulders here. Do you think they ever stopped being friends. If you answer wrong you get tossed into a volcano

[jenosbliss]

Hi could I request 5 & 19 with Doyoung for female reader please? 😋

pairing. fem!reader x coworker!doyoung | genre. fluff | wc. 1.3k | warnings. none

a/n. hey anon, hope you like this one!

The clock strike 11.09 pm when you clicked the shutdown tab on your P.C. sighing in relief as your work for today and this week was finally over, so you can spend your weekend peacefully now. No more calls to answer, files to go through, screen to stare at… just a weekend filled with sleeping in late, Netflix, junk greasy food, and calmness.

It was pretty late at night and way past working hours which meant that almost everyone on your floor had already left and the only source of light on the floor had been previously from your dimly lit screen and the night lights on the ceiling. There wasn’t a single sound on the floor except for your steps hurrying towards the elevator.

“Y/N? You’re working overtime again?” a deep voice from behind you asked. A voice which made your eye roll out of annoyance as if on cue. “Hello to you to Mr. Kim. And yes, I am working overtime again. Are you surprised?” turning around scoffed at his fake concern. Both of you were now waiting for the elevator.

“Amused. I thought after becoming the head of R&D you’ll cut some slack… guess I was wrong.” he whispered the last part right above your ear, heat spreading to your cheeks at this action of his. “You’re becoming quite bold nowadays” chuckling nervously as you took a step away from him. A smirk unbeknownst to you adorning his lips at your nervousness.

“Guess I’m following in your steps. You’re working overtime too.” Your eyes searched his tired face as you waited for a reply, he looked worn out and eye bags under his eyes reflected the lack of sleep in his daily routine. His skin also looked paler than usual and- why the hell am I noticing so much?

“Well…yes but it’s not because of work.” He turned his head to look down at you sideways. The look in his eyes made you even more nervous, you felt like a prey, and he was the predator ready to pounce at you any moment. It was hot, hell he was hot, the hottest man alive…get yourself together y/n! 

The safe distance you had created between both of you was intruded by him as shifted closer to you, eyes not leaving for a moment. “What man in his right senses would work overtime without any reason?” opting to sarcasm was your defence mechanism, ever in a situation you can’t escape? Be sarcastic or so you thought because what Doyoung said next made your eyes almost pop out.

“Who said I’m in my senses? For a while now I am going insane because of you-” he was interrupted mid-sentence when the elevator doors opened, and you almost jumped inside. “It’s here!” To say the least, Doyoung was disappointed with the timing of the elevator and how you avoided him in the elevator as if he was a stranger.

“Will you please stop staring?” you had tried your best to ignore him but just couldn’t. “Why? Does it make you nervous when I stare?" A devilish grin made its way to his lips, contented with the effect he had on you. “Doyoung please! What’s gotten into you? Did the work toll on your mental health or what? You weren’t like this before.”

A childish glint appeared in his eyes at the mention of the name. Not Mr. Kim or Sir but Doyoung, he never liked the sound of his name like this before. “I was always like this, it’s just you took time to notice.” again he shifted closer to you making you trapped between him and the wall.

“I’m done okay, do whatever you want.” his laugh reverberated throughout the small space as you scoffed. “Sorry, let’s change the topic.” “Thank you.”

“I liked hanging out with your friends the other day.” he confessed out of the blue. It has been three weeks since that unfortunate event and he just had to bring that up now?

Liked meeting your friends even if you had asked him not to? Accepted he meant no harm and was there just to return the pen drive you left behind but his presence and the tension between both of you had led your friends to assume there way more to the relationship you strictly labelled as coworkers.

“I’ll let them know.” you answered in a monotonous tone. “By the way, that Kiho guy… are you two seeing each other?” baffle would be a predicament to his statement, you were shocked. Firstly, because who was he to ask such a personal question, and secondly how could he think you would date Kiho? 

You had better type than Kiho, and thought Doyoung must be aware that he’s someone you’re interested in- what? Is this the moment of realization for me? WHAT!? 

“No, we’re just friends, not even best friends.” you explained while trying to not focus on the feelings which were surfacing for the man beside you. “You know he was being very touchy and flirty considering you’re just friends.” maybe you’re being delusional or was Doyoung actually jealous?

“It’s because he’s single and we met for the first time after long that he suddenly found me attractive to be his girlfriend. You know Glow Up.” You chuckled, remembering his behaviour during the hangout. “Didn’t he have eyes to see your beauty?” Doyoung grumbled. “I- did you just call me beautiful?” unable to believe your ears you questioned. “Pretty cannot define your beauty because everything about you is beautiful.” 

“Are you doing drugs?” you laughed walking out of the elevator. “Y/n believe me, I saw your college pics, your friend showed them to me while you were away and if I had been there… I would have fallen in love with you way earlier.”

“You can’t be serious right now…” it was happening, Doyoung was confessing his love for you, something –no matter how much you try to deny– you waited for all these days. “Do you trust me?” you nodded your head as he pulled you closer to him, a hand resting on your back while he gently placed the other on your cheek, his breath hot on your face.

“Then trust me in showing you how beautiful you are. I’m so thankful to Kiho and every other guy who didn’t see you the way I do, because I can’t risk losing you. Trust me y/n in worshipping you and loving you. Will you trust me?” he was holding himself from showing you just how much he loved you, how he had loved you all this time, he waited for so many days, but these few seconds felt the longest.

“I trust you.” the moment you said this, Doyoung didn’t even waste a heartbeat before he kissed you, pulling you even closer than before, if that was possible. He kissed you with passion, lips against yours in a heated deep kiss, just perfectly showcasing his undying love for you.

You were the first one to break the kiss in order to breathe but he chased after your lips, laughing as you placed a hand on his chest “Leave something for tomorrow.” He placed a delicate kiss –unlike the previous one– on your forehead before pulling you in a hug.

“I have to make up for all the days I was supposed to be kissing you” he kissed the top of your head as you hid your face in his chest trying to hide the blush. “Are you free tomorrow?” he asked, running his hand through your hair. “Why? Are you gonna kiss me all day?” 

“Hmm… doesn’t sound like a bad idea but I was thinking about going on a date.” perking your head up you smiled, “This is the perfect idea.” he leaned down to kiss you again as he whispered, “I love you.”

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[materialsscienceandengineering]

The corners where atoms meet may provide a path to new materials for extreme conditions

How can we engineer materials that are stronger and lighter? What about new materials for extreme conditions, such as in jet engines and spacecraft? The answer, says Fadi Abdeljawad, an associate professor of materials science and engineering in Lehigh University's P.C. Rossin College of Engineering and Applied Science, might be hidden in the infinitesimally tiny regions, or boundaries, where atoms in crystals come together. Along with his collaborators at the U.S. Department of Energy's Center for Integrated Nanotechnologies (CINT), Abdeljawad is uncovering how those tiny boundaries have such an enormous impact on the characteristics of nanomaterials. "Atoms come together to form nanocrystals, which are essentially structures about 1/10,000th the width of a human hair," explains Abdeljawad. "Think of these crystals coming together like pieces of a puzzle, or as tiles on a kitchen floor. Billions of these nanocrystals stack on top of each other to form most engineering materials."

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[scaredycatqlt]

hii!! im back again!! :3 i wanted to request an angsty princess caroline from bojack horseman x fem!reader with a prompt similar to good luck babe by chappell roan? lemme know if this makes sense, lmao ty!

oooo okay okay,,,I see you,, (also sorry this took MONTHS to answer!!)

Princess Carolyn X F!Reader [ANGST]

Mkay…okay..

You guys have known eachother for a decent amount of time. Probably not as long as she’s known BoJack, but whatever.

Close but distant. Always in her contacts but not necessarily always a call away.

Princess Carolyn is a busy woman. We all know this.

Between her obnoxious clients and BoJack, she’s got a lot on her plate.

You two have lunch on the rare occasion she’s got a break from work, she enjoys the brief time she spends with you.

But she can’t spend a whole lot of time with you.

She’s always dealing with BoJack, like she’s his babysitter. Her feelings towards him were..complicated. Really complicated.

She looks for something healthy, but it’s almost like healthy isn’t for her. Almost.

She calls you for lunch one day. She’s really tired and you’re one of the only drama free people in her hectic life.

It might be at lunch one day when she looks at you and feels something. Something she doesn’t recognize at first. A warm feeling, like you’re a comfort. A small comfort in this stressful world.

She calls more, she texts some, you meet up for lunch and coffee more often.

And maybe it’s one night after a longgg day at work when she’s laying awake, restless in bed and alone. She picks up her phone and calls you, because she can’t sleep.

and maybe one day in someone else’s bed she wakes up and misses something, but it’s not the person next to her. For how smart she is, she can’t recognize what she wants.

She’s never considered herself gay. Or straight, explicitly, anyway. She never really bothered labeling her sexuality, it wasn’t her focus. She never questioned her norm.

Over coffee one day she remarks how being around you always brightens her day, and how you’re calming and not stressful. How she maybe hasn’t felt this way for awhile, how nice it is to have a good friend.

I’m not gonna lie it takes her awhile to realize her feelings. For one, she’s SUPER busy, and two; she hasn’t had romantic experience with women before. She’s probably had a crush and not…realized it..basically.

One day she’s laying awake at night and, like in the song, it hits her in the middle of the night when she realizes.

The next day is full of pacing and consistent coffee refills, snapping at her assistant and being inattentive with her clients. BoJack is talking to her but she isn’t even listening.

She’s not..used to this. To feeling so calm and okay around someone, to not constantly be running around and fixing their mistakes, resting her hands if only for a moment.

And what does this mean about BoJack? How does she feel about him? And how will this affect her life? Is she even ready for a relationship? Is this even real?

She thinks about it for a day. Then a week. Then a month. Maybe even longer.

She doesn’t know what to do. It’s almost like she can’t believe it, or like she can’t dare to love someone like she loved BoJack again.

On her day off work, she’s been preparing for the whole week; she gets dressed, she combs her hair, she’s proper and ready for the day. She picks up her phone. She calls you.

You two meet up at a cafe. You grab coffee. She sees you and you see her, talking to eachother. P.C has something to say in the back of her mind the whole time, but she can’t get it out. (Cat got her tongue?)

At one point when you’ve taken a brief reprieve from what you were saying, she can’t help but blurt out what she’s been thinking about for months now. For countless hard days and lonely nights;

“I love you.”

[slovs02blogs]

Did you know that Madic ate ​​OrangeMan? (Vore)

Random facts that will make you question why we like Tf2 freakshow.

Every time Spyper changed personality, you would see his eyes turn white and a neck noise would sound. (watch the original videos, you will find it there)

Painis Cupcakes or all the Freaks of their style, are they in purgatory???

Does heaven exist? If it doesn't exist... Why does limbo and hell exist?

HECU would be committing acts of corruption if you think about it.

Do the laws exist in the Freak-World?

Why do they only attack mercenaries?

Polite Spy could easily be the most powerful being after Sti pidface (and this could be God?)

If there are beings so powerful that they are capable of altering the natural and physical order of the world. Will this not also affect other countries? (usa, mexico, japan, etc)

Technically the Freaks are immortal, no matter how many times they die, they always appear as if nothing had happened. As if they were a plague...

Literally female Freaks are almost a rarity, does that mean they are extinct???

Angels are a mere illusion, nothing is HOLY.

The police never catch the Freaks, they are their victims or they end up being crazy.

What if the victims who survived... are not left with severe and eternal traumas? Do you have any empathy...?

Literally all Freaks, no matter how good, holy, or cute, always commit a crime, even if they don't even know it.

Each Freak is a mere representation of mental disorders, or real drugs. examples:

Painis Cupcakes = Eating disorder, canivalism, binge eating (eating a lot). A drug that works very well for P.C is marijuana.

Spyper =Bipolar disorder. Impulses and traits of sociopathy. Heroin is a clear example

Cbs = It is very obvious how much he suffered that his mental state was horrible.From alcohol addictions to being psychopath, sociopath and impulsive, he has any number of crimes.

Polite Spy, unlike the others, this is a disease = congenital analgesia (not feeling pain, did you know that these people die without knowing the cause?, because their immunity is not very pleasant to say the least... and they possibly have autism)

There is a rapist walking the streets of 2Fort... (Jarate cale dick)

No one will know why Rubber Fruit left their channel.

The creators of some Freaks deleted some or most of the videos where these characters appeared. were they embarrassed?

slowly no one remembers what at least once was FREAKS FORTRESS...

no one remembers them... Nobody, they are not what they were before, right?

Nothing is real?

DON'T WAIT, ANSWER ME!-

...

[primamchorus]

Eyes Forward

Insomnia being backed into a corner is not something that has gone missed. What matters now is how those who wish to make a stand prepare for the future. Though reluctant to take on this responsibility, Mollis must keep her eyes ever pointed forward.

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"Did you speak with Drautos?" Clarus asked Ater once the door had closed to his office. He slowly made his way back to his desk, sitting down within his chair. Both Ater and Mollis moved to where Gladiolus had been standing previously, and remained standing before him.

"We haven't had the chance to do so just yet, no," Ater replied, brow furrowing slightly. "Last I'd been made aware, he had gone away to meet with a Glaive he had recently reprimanded and assigned grunt work to."

"He hasn't looked well lately." A sigh left Clarus' nostrils as he turned to gaze out the window.

"Niflheim let loose that daemon to attack our Wall, and it took many of our own with its attacks…" Ater said, his own sigh escaping him — his was of palpable frustration. "That, coupled with the fact that this proposed alliance isn't making the Glaive happy can't be easy, either. Less so given the fact that Captain Drautos isn't of Insomnia himself — he joined the ranks of the Glaive same as any other refugee."

Silence settled in the air between the three.

Clarus then reached forward on his desk to take up the framed photo of Gladiolus and Iris, looking over it before placing it back down neatly where it had been. His attention shifted to Mollis who had been standing next to her father with a bit of a rigid posture. Her eyes had been drinking in the office details, Clarus noticed. Unsurprising, given that she had not often been asked to come here.

"What do you make of everything, Mollis?" Clarus asked, causing Mollis to look at him with a somewhat surprised look on her face. Ater's own attention drifted toward her, a certain kind of expectation in his gaze.

"Sir?" Mollis began. She pursed her lips for a moment, eyes flicking to the side as she thought over Clarus' inquiry. Taking in a breath, Mollis gave her earnest answer while lifting her attention to meet with Clarus' once more: "This proposal for peace feels insulting. Like Niflheim knows they have us backed into a corner after the losses we've suffered after this most recent attack. Refusing this so-called 'offer of peace' is condemning Insomnia to being attacked."

"Indeed…" Clarus laced his fingers together, resting his arms on his desk. He then looked at Ater. "I trust you've spoken with Mollis about her role in all of this?"

"Briefly… I thought it best that she come with me to hear the rest of it from you." There was this uncomfortable look on Ater's face as he made his response.

Mollis' brow quirked with mild confusion. She looked between her father and Clarus both.

"As you are perhaps aware: all plans have already received His Majesty's approval…" Clarus began, opening a drawer and pulling a couple of manila envelopes. "With the signing ceremony soon, we're entrusting you to House Vox, Mollis. With them, you will be required to memorize the lay of the city — in this, I trust your father's already covered the groundwork in that regard."

"Yes," Mollis confirmed. Her brow furrowed slightly. "The city's layout has always been a topic of study every month with whatever construction alters it."

"Very good. Then the next thing—" Clarus slid the folders forward, indicating Mollis take them, "—these are entrusted into your care until such a time you can pass them off. You're not to look at them. With them, you'll also be receiving supplies that are also to be handed off once the opportunity presents itself."

Taking up the envelopes, Mollis looked at the names printed on them, soon raising both to look between them. The front of each envelope bore the crest of House Chorus. On one, the initials 'P.C.', and on the other 'T.C.'. Layering them back together, Mollis held them to her chest with one hand. "It'll be done."

Again, Mollis furrowed her brow in thought, her eyes becoming downcast. The corner of her lips twitched as if she wanted to speak more on the matter.

"Does something trouble you?" Mollis' shift in demeanor had been picked up on by Clarus.

"I just don't understand why the king isn't keeping the Crownsguard at his side… It's effectively only the Glaive, Royal Guard, and the 113th…" Mollis quietly said, having hesitating only briefly. "If anything happens, our more elite—"

"Cor had the same concerns," Clarus interrupted, his voice holding a firmness to it. Mollis met his gaze, her eyes searching his expression.

Tilting her head ever so slightly, Mollis narrowed her eyes, realization dawning on her face. Her lips parted as she searched for the words. Eventually, she finally replied with, "King Regis is expecting something to happen…"

"His Majesty realized long ago that the options available to Lucis are few." Clarus' expression retained this careful, practiced neutrality.

Shaking her head while attempting to push away the dread that crawled up through her bowels, Mollis quickly looked between her father and Clarus once more, her twin braids swaying noticeably with each shake. Her expression turned to mild worry before she finally turned toward her dad. His expression was unreadable to her, and he reached out before a forced smile spread over his lips. He clasped his hand against Mollis' shoulder before pulling her into a hug.

Clarus remained silent, his attention briefly going back toward the picture of his own children on his desk.

"It is imperative, Mollie, that you do not speak of this matter to the others…" Ater murmured as he kept Mollis in a long hug.

"But Mom—" Mollis began in protest.

"Will be safe. She's already been made aware… She should be out of the city before nightfall with your grandparents and her retainers."

Clarus let out a low sigh. He was reluctant to break up the scene before him, though he finally spoke: "While with the members of House Vox, keep in mind that your priority — should anything happen — is to evacuate the people, Mollis. King Regis wanted only the most capable to see to this task. When such a time an all-clear can be determined, you will need to meet with Cor. Once with him, await further instruction."

Ater gave Mollis an affectionate squeeze before he finally let her go so that she could face Clarus. Though her eyes watered with the revelation set before her, her expression steeled. Mollis looked at her dad once more, then gave Clarus a curt nod, understanding the mission set in front of her.

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"Absolutely not!" Rosea was saying as she got the Clack, gray parrot, moved from the bird cage into his carrier.

"I have to, Mom," Mollis replied, sitting on the couch as she watched her mother. At Mollis' feet was a black dufflebag. She had pulled her sniper rifle from its original case and got it secured within, padded with some extra clothes and rations to fluff the bag up and keep its shape from revealing what was within.

Rosea sighed as she got Clack secured. She straightened her posture, her back turned toward Mollis for the time being. Her hands were settled upon her hips, and she looked up at the ceiling. A few seconds passed before Rosea finally turned toward Mollis and sat down with her on the couch. Reaching for Mollis' hands, Rosea held them firmly within her grasp, looking her daughter in the eyes.

"You don't have to. Leave the city tonight with us, Mollie. Whatever happens out there, it'll be far better than what is sure to happen within the city…" Rosea pleaded. "Just…pack your essentials, some change of clothes… You're too young for this."

Mollis' lips thinned, and she feebly gripped her mother's hands in turn. With great hesitance, she shallowly shook her head. Quietly, she replied, "You knew this would have been required of me one day. You couldn't have married Dad without knowing…"

"I thought we would continue living without worrying about Niflheim at Insomnia's doorstep!"

"Mom…" Mollis held her tongue. She wanted to speak out on how that was naive at best — intentionally obtuse at worst. Instead, she let out a strained sigh. "The 114th are the future of Insomnia, Mom… Whatever that future ends up looking like. It's not like I'll be alone. I'll...I'll have Vera, Lyra, Prim, and Tandem…"

A thread of doubt lingered in Mollis' voice as she spoke, though she reaffirmed herself; "What we're preparing to do is for the best of the people. Please believe that."

"Best for the people, or best for the king?" Rosea pressed, her grasp on Mollis' hands tightening as she shook them lightly.

"I can't imagine that they're that much different at this point…" Mollis muttered, attempting to keep the sass and tone of sarcasm at a minimum. She then looked down at her mother's hands, her brow knitting together as she finally squeezed them back. "The signing ceremony is going to bring about chaos. That's why you, grandma, and grandpa are leaving. That's why Lenis is going with you."

Closing her eyes, Mollis shook her head and then said, "But this is best for the people. It's why the Guard have been spread out across the city. That…That includes me, too. We can't trust Niflheim…"

"Then let the other Crownsguard handle all of that. There are plenty of them!"

"Mom…" The sigh that Mollis had been holding in finally left her. "I can't do that. Walking away from all of it would make me no better than Niflheim. I'm going to be there for the people if things go wrong."

Mollis then steeled her expression, determination in her stare. "You're the one who told me that had your life been any different, I'd be a commoner just like you were before you met Dad. So I'm not turning my back on the people — on what we could've been."

Rosea's eyes searched Mollis'. A frown settled on her lips and she brought one of her hands up to dab at the corner of her eye to wipe away any tears that had formed. She pat the back of Mollis' hand and looked toward the the front door of the Somnium manor. Silence lingered between the two of them, only the occasional whistle and learned words Clack had coming from his carrier as he crawled on the front bars of it.

"… There's no changing your mind nor stopping you, is there?" Rosea finally asked.

"I'm sorry…" was Mollis' quiet response.

Rosea pulled Mollis into a tight hug. Mollis could hear how her mother's breath shuddered, shoulders trembling as Rosea began to sob silently. It was like this for a while — a long while. Mollis could only hug her mother back, trying not to cry herself. Keeping her gaze fixed on the pendulum clock that hung on the wall, Mollis blinked back the watering in her eyes.

"… I'm proud of you, Mollie… I want you to know that," Rosea softly said, her voice warbling as she rubbed her hand on Mollis' back.

Mollis tightened her embrace on her mother before finally easing back and looking at her. Rosea's cheeks had been stained with tears, and while it made Mollis' heart ache to see for herself, she sniffled slightly before lifting her hand and dabbing at her eyes with the heel of it. She cleared her throat before managing a smile, saying, "… Let's get the rest of your stuff packed and loaded into the car. Can't have you all running late on my account."

[crivalsduo]

re H/H, tell me about how dream reacts the first time he realised he just had a day where he didn't think about what happened, if that ever happens.

it's been a little over two years since he was rescued. he's been actually in a relationship with techno for awhile now, instead of the hesitant, very much in love back and forth they had been dancing around.

he woke with techno's arms wrapped around him, his snout pressed into the crook of dream's neck. when he stretches and starts to get up, techno squeezes him and says just five more minutes and dream laughs and tells techno, sure, if he wants him to piss in the bed. techno's quiet for a moment and dream is like ??? techno and techno says 'i'm thinkin' dream' and dream full on cackles before shoving techno off and getting out of bed.

he goes downstairs first. he takes a shower. techno is already making breakfast and dream leans, all wet, against him and techno kisses his head and tells him he smells like wet bunny and dream rolls his eyes and asks for sunnyside up eggs.

they feed the dogs, they take a little walk around the area, dream sits on the fence and watches as techno brushes carl, they warm up in front of the fireplace. they both sneak bits of their lunches to the foxes. dream says techno now smells like both wet pig and horse and techno grumbles and groans before going to take a bath. he's just gotten in when dream climbs in with him, complaining that the water is so hot techno, and techno laughs and dream splashes him. they both come out smelling like soap and each other.

dream helps with dinner. there's no potatoes anywhere to be found and the onions are only a little bit burned at the end. before bed, techno hogs (dream laughs at his own joke) the sink and gently nudges dream away before declaring it all his. when they climb into bed, dream cuddles up right next to techno. his head is resting on techno's chest and he can hear his heart beat and he suddenly realizes not once did he think of what happened. there was no flinching at a sudden touch, there was no random memory that bubbled up, unbidden. he was just happy, all day.

when he starts crying, techno just holds him tight and strokes his hair and asks what's wrong and dream kinda laughs and answers honestly, 'nothing.'

[clockwise-works]

[Royal Ancient Lab, 5 years P.C. (Post Calamity)]

"That should do it, now..." A nearby pedestal rung out, announcing its completion, interrupting Purah in the process. "Aha! Check it! The rune was a a success!"

Link, rising from his seat quickly paced over to the pedestal, watching Purah pull the Sheikah Slate out from it. "You- you mean it? Just like that?"

"Just like that? Why do you say it like that, I'll have you know I'm the top Royal Scientist for a reason!" Purah exclaimed in a fashion Link had come to understand as playful banter, the scientist rolling her eyes at the sound of a scoff from the nearby Robbie. "But yes, just like that. Once we activate this rune, your life will be extended tenfold. Now, are you sure this is what you want? There is no 'undoing' this rune."

"I'm certain." The blond answered immediately, not even the smallest trace of doubt in his voice. For he knew this, to live just as long as his wife, was all he wanted as a 'reward' when prompted by King Rhoam himself shortly after striking down Calamity Ganon.

She never spoke of it, but Link knew their different lifespans was something that bothered, no, upset Mipha. The Zora had made it clear time and time again that she'd choose him, without fail no matter what, as he would always choose her as well. But that creeping sense that by her perspective, his end was fast approaching, always lingered. If there was something, anything, Link could do to circumvent it, he would without hesitation.

"Thank you, both of you, for this. It... it means a lot to me. To us."

"No need to thank us, Linky. This was the least we could do." Holding out the Sheikah Slate towards Link, Purah began typing out... well, something on it while Robbie ran over to them, a multitude of cables in each hand.

Plugging each one into various ports on the slate and different pedestals, Robbie then ran over to Link with a thumbs up. "Now, let's get this going, shall we?"

[Castle Town Central Square, 100 years P.C.]

"And now, the last living Champions, Princess Mipha and her husband, Prince Link, alongside their fellow Champion's families will close this ceremony celebrating our victory over The Great Calamity one hundred years ago!" The announcer stepped off to the side as the crowd erupted into cheers, the largest gathering of every race since the first anniversary of Calamity Ganon's downfall all those years ago.

Taking the initiative Mipha and Link stepped forward, the collective families of the other Champions close behind, their own family not too far off from them. Even King Dorephan himself, despite his reluctance to leave the Domain, was among the crowd towards the back. It truly was a gathering of everyone.

Mipha spoke first. Years of court procedures and speeches made her an excellent public speaker, eloquently telling their tale of how they overcame Calamity Ganon. Their efforts, their struggles, the help from the distant future that seemed unreal to them even still, weaving it into a lesson on knowing when to accept help when needed. That nobody was truly alone.

Link was next to follow up, instead electing to tell the tale of each of the Champions, their friends' lives, the legacies each one left behind. His words were much shorter and to the point, a far cry from how most of the crowd imagined him. The 'Hero of Hyrule' himself, surely he was silver-tongued, leading his men into battle with his articulate speeches. But his people; the Zora population, the Champions' families, they knew he focused on the meaning of his words instead of the length of them.

The service was set to end shortly. A few words from one member of each family, meant for each of their races, finalized with a closing prayer and chant for all the lives lost in the war. It was... it was a beautiful service, both Link and Mipha finding themselves struggling to suppress the bubbling emotions as a result of talking about their long gone friends. The pride they felt for them, the pain at losing them, the years worth of memories both good and bad flowing through their minds.

"You did great with your speech, hun." Leaning over to Mipha, Link whispered near her ear fin, just loud enough for her to hear.

"Truly? That is a relief, I'm glad all those nights rehearing paid off." She replied with, shuttering at the memory of countless restless nights. Link couldn't blame her, he knew she wanted her speech to do justice to everyone, but he would be lying to himself if he wasn't looking forward to simply sleeping in their waterbed tonight. "Your speech was just as good, love."

Link shrugged his shoulders slightly in response. "Thanks, but it wasn't much, just said what... I... was thinking..." His words trailed off as his eyes locked on... something moving in the crowd. Mipha was quick to pickup on this, following his gaze and reaching for the trident slung over back. Link kicked himself internally for not bringing his shield with him, but hopefully he could get by with just his sword. ...Just in case.

"Hold it, hold it!" The figure in the crowd yelled out at the final speaker's closing line, knights of all races instinctively closing in on the area. In a matter of seconds, the figure was seemingly gone, a bright red smoke cloud appearing on the stage at the same moment. "Tada! I'm finally here!"

"Kohga!?" Both Link and Mipha exclaimed, the surrounding families taking a very audible exhale of relief. Stepping forward, Link sheathed the sword on his back. "How the hell are you even alive?!"

"I have absolutely no idea! Besides, I could say the same thing to you, hmmm? ...Ahhh I'm just pulling your leg! Congrats on the marriage, by the way!" Kohga said as he shook an utterly perplexed Link, then turning towards the crowd. "Now then, I can tell the story of the Yiga Clan's stunning bravery! It all began... with ME! You see, I was a young lad-"

Link remained there in shock, questioning how Kohga had survived all these years until the familiar feeling of Mipha's clawed hand gently gripping his forearm pulled him out of his thoughts. "Should we uh, should we stop him?"

He paused for a moment, returning his attention back to Kohga who was currently raving about his plentiful genius plans. Seemingly neglecting to bring up how each one failed, miserably at that. "I... I think we should let him have this. They did ally with us in the end, and lost plenty of people themselves." Link rationalized.

"Yes... I suppose we should, huh." As Mipha spoke she leaned in towards Link's side, him wrapping an arm around her in the process as they listened to Kohga's speech. Even with all the planning and polish, nothing ever truly went right one hundred percent, and yet... that's what made it even better. "...Hey, Link. Did he... congratulate us?"

Looking over at her, Link stopped to recall what Kohga had said. Truth be told, he was struggling to recall anything the Yiga had said, his utter shock nearly deafening the world around him. "...I think so... why do you ask?"

"...He was at our wedding."

[celebritieswithemmab]

What is Robert Pattinsons "Little Pillow"?

Photo from MEL

And, most importantly, how did Robert Pattinson attempt to monetize it?

In the midst of lock-down, when nobody (including celebrities) had anything to do, Robert Pattinson was stranded with nothing but three t-shirts and access to a little corner store. He was supposed to be temporarily staying in a London flat during the filming of Batman, which he starred in (as Batman). Yet in the wake of COVID-19 closures across the globe, he had been stranded with little food other than what the producers would send him according to his regulated Batman diet. Attempting to make productive use of his time, Pattinson decided to try a business concept he had come up with the prior year. He had recognized a gap in the market for fast-food pasta, and says that he “...was trying to figure out how to capitalize in this area of the market, and [he] was trying to think: How do you make a pasta which you can hold in your hand?” Let's not speculate on if this question should ever be answered, or the grammar in which it was asked. Because Pattinson attempted to answer it, and I think we can agree it would have been better off left as a concept rather than a tangible object.

Photo from Glamour

Behold: Piccolini Cuscino

(Italian for "Little Pillow")

According to GQ, at the start of his entrepreneurship journey, "he went so far as to design a prototype that involved the use of a panini press, and then... set up a meeting with Los Angeles restaurant royalty Lele Massimini." This meeting had little success, and Massimini was, thankfully, unimpressed.

Back in 2019, my dad had an idea to create brownie-ice-cream popsicles. He created a ton of prototype batches, much to the enjoyment of my brother and I. His idea was, I can assure you, much tastier and a much more viable concept. So how come he never got a meeting with Los Angeles restaurant royalty? Because he never played the sparkly, blood-lusted love interest in a teen film.

When you have the sort of stardom that comes from helping create over 300 million dollars in profit, you have a lot working for you. You have an insurance to these types of connections. Fortunately, for the good of society, these connections don't ensure a product launch.

Pattinsons unsuccessful meeting in 2019 did, sadly, not deter him from further cuisine pursuits in 2020. In May of 2020, he recreated this pasta phenomenon in his interview with QC magazine. After reading the instructions for creating one of these Picconolo Cuscino dishes, I'm sure you'll agree the world is left much better without it.

Do not try this at home.

Ingredients:

breadcrumbs or cornflakes

pre-sliced cheese

tomato sauce

pasta

half a burger bun

sugar

Other items:

lighter

aluminum foil

microwave

latex gloves

Directions:

Put on gloves (it's about to get messy)

2. Cover pasta with water in a bowl and microwave for 8 minutes.

3. While cooking, create a bowl-shape out of aluminum foil, and cover with crushed up cornflakes or breadcrumbs.

4. Cover with sugar.

5. Place cheese slices on top

Allegedly, Pattinson used nine packs of cheese for this.

6. and then cover with more sugar.

“It really needs a sugar crust,” -Robert Pattinson

7. Cover with tomato sauce.

8. When pasta is finished microwaving, dump it on top of your creation.

At this point, Pattinson says there is "...absolutely no chance this is gonna work. Absolutely none,” But keep going anyways.

9. Pour more sugar on top of the pasta.

10. Hollow out your half of the burger bun, and place it on top.

Before this next step, take off your latex gloves. Pattinson didn't, and it did not go well.

11. Take your lighter and burn a fun design onto the top for aesthetic quality points.

Robert says “I’m just gonna do the initials.…” meaning P.C., for Piccolini Cuscino. The interviewer, Zach Baron, at GQ, says "at this point, he accidentally ignites one of his latex gloves, which promptly melts onto his palm." So take extra caution. This part could hurts

12. Wrap your pasta concoction in more aluminum foil, creating a type of ball.

13. Place the pasta ball in the microwave for ten minutes.

At this point, if you've done this correctly, the microwave should shark, catch on fire, and shut down the electricity, just as it did in the GQ interview.

I don't recommend eating. Robert Pattinson didn't. He figured it was best left ignored, and thats precisely what he did.

He says, “I’m really trying to sell this company... I’m doing this for my brand.”

As of 2024, there have been no official mentions of a Piccolini Cuscino fast-food business. Let's hope there never are.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Blossoms of Love (Chapter 12)

Overtime

Pairing: soap/Ghost

Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, hanahaki

Ao3 link || Chapter 1 || Chapter 11

"You're late." Laswell's voice sounded through the laptop speaker they were all currently crowded around.

They'd finished packing and made it to their original drop zone without much trouble. A second trip had been required in order to haul the rest of their salvaged supplies, which had taken them an extra couple of hours, but all in all they made good time. Setting up camp was easy enough as well. A central tent large enough to fit all five of them plus a table, three tents for sleeping, and finally they were able to set up communications to get in contact with Laswell.

"Yeah, we had some complications." Price informed.

"Mission status?"

"Still on, but we're gonna need a new exfil and some cash. We lost a lot of materials when we crashed."

"Copy that. I'll let you know when it's secured." Laswell confirmed. Price thanked her, and then they were confirming their current intel. The plan would be changing just a bit until they could restock what they'd lost. instead of hitting the location nearest to them, they would hike to the furthest location. It was set a just a bit away from civilization, and would be a covert operation. If they moved fast enough they could arrive by midday on the second day of hiking, then they'd have three days to observe guard rotations, gather what info they could get, and clean all traces of their presence. By the time they got back Laswell should have found them a new exfil and a way to get them their cash. "And one more thing, price. Eighteen hours ago Intel unencrypted information about a separate target near your region. Four hours ago it was decided that you would be taking the job, since you're in the area. Looks you're gonna be off base for a while longer."

"What's the word, Laswell?"

"A multi-national level terrorist, and human trafficking gang leader. No name, only a title. You might have heard of him, he started the arms war in Iraq." Price affirmed their knowledge on the subject. "They call him 'The Seller', Intel says he's flying out of turkey in thirty-eight days. You will have execute authority, but this is capture or kill and we want him alive." Price gave a noncommittal hum.

"We don't have the fire-power, armor, or rations for that. And barely any time, Kate, these things take time. And that's not even to mention that we have no jurisdiction there, we could be starting a war if we're found out."

"I know, John, but you have no say here, it's an assignment from General Durski." A low, frustrated growl came from Price, but he kept quiet, so Laswell continued. "Nik has said he has connections in Turkey, if I remember correctly." she directed the last part to wards the man.

"Yes, ma'am, to my knowledge they are all still intact."

Good. Then, I'll work with Nik to set you up with a private contractor, while you're completing this mission. That should remove some of the red tape for you. Intel is still coming in, I'll let you know when I have more for you." Price didn't say anything for a long moment. "Captain, please confirm your understanding." Laswell demanded.

"How much will we be able to trust this P.C.?" The captain asked, obviously thinking of a similar situation involving a Private military contract, and Soap had to admit he wasn't keen on repeating that experience.

"I'll set it up and employ them myself, they'll answer to only me." Price's mustache twitched as he mulled it over, not that he really had a choice on this, it was either accept or be tried in court for whatever crimes they could slap on them. "Captain, I need an answer." Laswell demanded.

"Fine. What's the plan?" Price gritted out, very obviously not thrilled.

"Sources say he's just outside Simak, just north of the border. You will fly out in thirty-seven days, to meet and confer with the P.C."

"That's not a lot of time, Laswell."

"I know." she plowed on, "the projected plan is simple, you will meet with the P.C., and go over the floor plan. Quietly infiltrate the territory, grab 'The Snake', and bring him in for interrogation."

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[ranger-rai]

Besides Professors of the main regions, who else can give out Pokedexes? Can you buy a Pokédex (actual device not a Rotom Phone/the app)? Can phones even track a Pokémon’s actual moves, like egg moves or does it just show a list of what they can learn? How durable even are they? Can you use still use an older model Pokédex for your Trainer ID?

—Oblivia Native here. I’m genuinely curious about them, but storms make it a pain and half trying to look up things.

Lotta questions with detailed answers so let's get started!

Even though there are various apps and devices that can substitute for a Pokedex, they do have other features that some people want, more in depth stats and real time checking on current pokemon statuses, and it can act as an all in one device for your Trainer ID and other certifications.

Regional professors give them out to kids, but admittedly the ones they give out to kids are kind of cheap and just a way to start them out.

More modern Pokedex devices will have communication built into them and will be built more sturdy.

The cheap ones are super easy to get, even at PokeMarts and Pokecenters.

The more complex ones can be bought at speciality shops and you need to transfer the data at P.C's.

If you're a more serious trainer, having a dedicated Pokedex can help you if you don't want to put your other devices at risk, but if you're just keeping track of basic info, an app or even PokeTch is a good alternative too as they can scan pokemon as well.

If you're looking for a really high end one then you might want to visit a bigger city and find an electronic shop.

When I first started my journey you could only get the cheap ones, but people began modding and upgrading theirs so companies followed and now they are super easy to get.

You have a lot of options, you just need to decide the level of tool you want.