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anon requested shelby!reader getting arrested with the rest of them and alfie getting her out, confronting tommy

It was like the floor fell out from under the room as Tommy reeled off the charges. Everyone was suddenly at attention, raising from their seats and swinging around, looking at each other for an understanding they couldn’t find themselves.

You’d perched against the bookcases at the back of the room, wanting as much distance between you and Tommy as possible. You loved your brother but sometimes you couldn’t stand the sight of him and the last couple of months had been especially fraught. This was the last step. You’d get your share and be out of here. Back down to London with Alfie. Let things cool down, let Tommy sort his head out.

That wouldn’t be happening now.

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The Stand-In Part 4

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it! I’ve been busy with family all weekend, and that’s why I haven’t been posting a whole lot. Anyways, this one is again, not really what I was expecting, but I’ll go with it. Enjoy!

Word count: 2217

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Warnings: This one starts out with some smut so I suppose that earns a warning. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s anything else to be wary of.

Part 1-Part 2-Part 3-Part 5-Part 6-Part 7-Part 8

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When she first wakes, she feels like he’s touching her everywhere.

His warm breath hits the back of her neck every few moments, and his hand is curled around hers as she lays on his bicep.

And God is it a nice bicep.

He shifts slightly, his other hand sliding against the flesh on her stomach, as her shirt has ridden up the tiniest bit. His palm covers her belly button, his fingers splayed out to cover a vast expanse of skin with his pinky just brushing the top edge of her panties.

She wonders what it would feel like to have his hands dip lower, and then she feels her cheeks flush as she remembers that they barely know each other and haven’t even had a proper first date.

She swallows the lump in her throat and exhales, feeling his leg shift behind her.

He gives a little grunt and stretches one leg out, tucking the other between her knees in a way that parts her thighs the smallest bit.

God damn it, Dean. This is not making anything easy.

She shivers as she feels his lips brush the back of her neck, a soft kiss laid upon her flesh just like that forehead kiss what seems like ages ago.

Only this time it’s not just one kiss. His lips move a fraction and he kisses her neck again, his grip on her stomach tightening to pull her close. Another fraction of an inch and another kiss makes her want to dissolve into a puddle, but she manages to hold herself together.

Neck kisses are her new weakness, it seems. At least, when they come from him they are.

“You awake?” he murmurs softly against her neck, his lips resting right at the base of her hairline. His nose is in her hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

She hums in response, and he pulls her in closer, so that her back is pressed flush to his chest.

“Do you want to get up?” he asks gently, rubbing his thumb up and down her skin carefully.

She opens her eyes weakly and lifts her phone, checking the time through a squinted gaze.

“It’s only six,” she whimpers, closing her eyes once again.

“Sorry, I’m used to it,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss, this time to the top of her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Sweetheart.”

“I can’t with you kissing me like that,” she returns, moving her hand in his to link their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and his movements halt.

“I never said you had to stop,” she finally says. “I just said that I couldn’t sleep if you did keep kissing me.”

She feels the smile on his lips against her skin, and he places a kiss just at the base of her neck, working his way up.

She feels his hand move, sliding over her skin like silk as it settled on her hip.

His lips press behind her ear as his hand slides slightly upwards.

“Is this okay?” he asks, lightly scraping his fingertips across the bottom of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes, reaching an arm back to brush through his hair. It’s so soft and fine between her fingers.

“God, you feel so perfect,” he whispers, and she shivers when he leaves his hand under her shirt. “I could wake up to this every day.”

She swallows carefully as his hand cups the bottom of her breast, working slowly up her skin.

“Is this okay?” he asks again, and this time his hand is fully holding one breast, his skin burning her with desire.

He doesn’t pull or twist or even teasingly graze over her nipple; he just holds her while sliding his hand up further.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes to revel in his warm flesh against hers. The feeling of his touch, but not actual stimulation, is driving her insane.

She just wants him to squeeze, to pull, to give her anything that can relieve some of the pressure building in her lower belly.

It’s so intimate with his hand now hovering over her heart. It’s more intimate than anything that she’s ever done with any of her previous partners.

“Dean, I…” she begins, but she can’t find the right words. “If you want… I…”

“Shh,” he hushes against her shoulder, his lips fluttering kisses up the side of her neck.

Finally, his thumb brushes over her nipple, and she gasps softly.

“Is this still okay?” he murmurs, gently squeezing the soft bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, God, yes,” she gasps out, pressing her thighs together as she searched for some way to ease the pressure building between her legs. “Dean, please. I can’t take this.”

His lips move back to her neck, and she cries out weakly as he kissed her and toyed with her gently.

The pads of his fingers are soft, gentle, but the palms of his hands are rough with callouses. The mixture of the texture makes her weak in the knees, as he was skilled in using both aspects.

He’d palm her breast and squeeze it gently before honing in on the peak with careful precision that makes her breath short.

“Dean,” she whimpers, squeezing her hand through his hair while pressing her chest into his hand as he moved from one breast to the other that had yet to receive any attention. “Please, it feels so good.”

He places open mouthed kisses behind her ear, pressing his chest into her back as he gave her breast attention similar to its twin.

The coiling in her stomach is there, and she knows that she’s about to come undone just from him touching her breasts and neck.

Not even any dry humping or similar tactics. She’s never come from just this.

Hell, she barely even came when trying to get herself off. Something about Dean Winchester, though, was capable of making her body do things she didn’t think possible.

“Dean,” she breathes, panting softly. “Dean, I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

“No,” she whimpers, sealing her fate with a single word. “Please, Dean.”

The pinching and rolling grows the smallest bit harder, and she releases a whimpering moan as the spring in her stomach coiled even tighter, until she feels like she’s seconds from exploding.

She clenches his hair as she reaches the edge of the precipice, her body shaking with energy as he strummed her until she could go no further.

And like a flood, everything rushes over her. She lets out a hard moan as she falls apart, her eyes squeezing shut as her body worked her through her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into her hair, moving his hand down to her stomach where he brushes his thumb soothingly over her heated skin. “How’s that for waking up?”

She’s shaking slightly as she exhales, and after a few moments her eyes open once more. She looks over her shoulder to his green eyes, trying to understand his motives for what he has just done.

“Dean, what was that?” she asks, struggling to turn onto her back while keeping herself tucked into him.

“If you have to ask, you’ve been with the wrong guys, Sweetheart,” he says with a half smile.

“No, I know what that was,” she makes a face at him. She’s still slightly breathless. It wasn’t the strongest orgasm, but it’s more than she’s had in quite a while. “But… Why?”

“I wanted to,” he shrugs. “I wanted to see how sensitive you are.”

“Why?” she returns, and he gives her a half smile in the bright light streaming through her window.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good, Sweetheart. Do I need a reason?” he asks, tracing his fingers over her jaw.

“No,” she responds, leaning into his touch. Her body feels tuned to him, like she could face a million people blindfolded and still know which one was him.

“I’ll make us some breakfast and then we can go out, how does that sound?” he asks, tapping her nose lightly.

“I like a man who can take charge,” she admits with a slight blush to her cheeks. “Most guys just ask where we should go and things like that. It’s nice to see something different.”

“Thank you, I think,” he says with a smile that makes her heart flip.

“You’re welcome,” she presses a kiss to his cheek and props herself up on her elbow. “Do you mind if I get a shower?”

“Go right ahead. I’ll get started cooking,” he sits up slowly and lets her stand before he follows her out of bed.

“So um, there’s stuff in the kitchen. If you want I could show you?” she offers awkwardly, suddenly realizing everything that had just transpired. “I don’t know what you can or can’t cook, and I’m not real sure of what I have right now.”

“Sweetheart, I cook for the guys all the time at the station,” he grins knowingly. “I can whip something up easy. I’ll find what I need.”

“Okay. Um, I’ll just be in here if you need me then,” she points to her bathroom door and he nods. “Just knock if you need anything.”

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he laughs lightly. “Relax and calm down a little. I thought you could use the release, I didn’t realize it would make you so nervous.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” she trails off with a slight blush, the tiniest smile on her face. “You’re just a lot different from my usual thing. It makes me nervous.”

“Good different?” he asks, and she nods while biting her bottom lip. “Then that’s all that matters right now. No need to be nervous.”

“Well, when you have to face a Greek god, you try not being nervous,” she mutters as she looks through her dresser for some clothes.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Aphrodite,” he winks and then leaves her room. She watches him go and waits for him to get a little ways down the hallway before letting out a small scream into her clothes.

God, he was so playful in the morning.

She isn’t sure she knows what to do.

She finally makes her way to the bathroom and takes one of the fastest showers of her life. Within a few minutes, she’s watching Dean move around her kitchen skillfully as he cooked something that smelled good.

“What are you making?” she asks as she hops onto the island counter to watch his back as he cooked.

“I decided on some omelettes,” he answers, peeking over his shoulder at her. “You look less panicked.”

“A good shower will do that,” she says wittily, having had a chance away from him to collect her scattered thoughts for a few moments.

“But I still think,” he turns to look at her, pressing in close so that he can look up at her through his lashes, “that your showers are too short and lack a person.”

“Dream on,” she rolls her eyes as she bites back a smile. He grins at her and then moves back to their food.

“They’re almost done, could you get us some plates?” he asks, and she hops off the counter to do as he requested.

Once their food is on plates and they’re sitting together at her little table, they begin to eat.

He watches her silently as she takes the first bite, looking for her approval to be written on her face.

“Oh my God,” she states, but her expression doesn’t give much away. His breath comes out relieved after she smiles. “This is good.”

“I hoped that breakfast might make up for being a dick and moving our date,” he says, and she looks to her plate quietly.

“Dean, I’m not mad about it,” she says, looking up at him. “I was, but then I saw what you did and how you saved peoples’ lives and I realized why you had to cancel. I was mad at myself for being mad at you without knowing the story.”

“It was still a shitty thing of me to do, especially when you were looking forward to our date all week,” he explains, sighing softly. “But I’m hoping that I can make it up to you.”

“So far you’re doing an excellent job, then,” she tells him, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “Do I get to know where we’re going now?”

“Not yet,” he shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”

“So when do I get this surprise?” she asks, as she was now finished with her food.

“I think around one is the best time to go,” he says vaguely.

“You got me up early so you could make me wait?” she pouts.

“It wasn’t the plan, Sweetheart,” he laughs. “But we can at least talk for a little while, or watch a show or something.”

“Only if I get to pick the show,” she says, grinning.

“Of course. What would you like to watch?” he asks, taking her plate to the sink before returning.

She looks him in the eye and feels a little bit of sweet revenge for making her wait.

“It’s a surprise.”

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More pixel practice and characters! Did my best to size the images right this time so they’re not all blurry (at least on the dashboard). I wasn’t able to get the size quite right for the last few, but I hope they still look ok!

I do kinda have a concept for these guys and it’s pretty simple: 

Elowen has moved in with her grandma and has to learn to adjust, as well as get used to her new neighbors. The rest of the characters would be a few of the neighbors she meets. 

I think I’m going to try designing their individual houses next; I did a few sketches and I’m having a lot of fun for a background thing, something I usually hate. So hopefully you guys aren’t sick of Elowen, because she might stick around a bit!

DCMK fandom related peeves of mine (most of them Kaito centric because it’s my list and I’m me):

- “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” - Quote by Kudo Shinichi (Misquotes in general, and especially bad for the words being sharp and can cut deeper than a sword and ruin relationship, it was said in ch561/ep479 by a monk before ever being quoted by Conan in movie 15.)

- Kaito’s violet eyes (for those who are unaware, they’re blue, indigo could be argued for DC animated appearances, but they’re supposed to be blue.)

- ‘Why does Akako even exist in Magic Kaito, magic doesn’t exist in the Conan world, it’s ruining my experience. :/ ’

- Unwarranted Kid hate

- Kaito going into giant panic attacks from even glimpsing a fish

- Kaito and Heiji are somehow very sexually experienced despite a relationship being their first

- ‘Yukiko and Yuusaku are the worst parents’, ‘Chikage abandoned Kaito soon after Toichi’s death’, and generally everyone’s issues magnified to be worse than they are

- No one gets hurt

- Kid apparently having always returned everything he stole, offended at an assumption otherwise

- Anything sexual with Shinichi still as Conan, quite a few issues with abusive relationship ships (canon isn’t really helping with the latter)

- Yumi or Yumi/Shuukichi hate??? Really guys, I know there’s a ton of ships and more aren’t the most necessary, but don’t take it out on the characters, they’re puppets to the author.

- Ignorant hate on characters in general

- Case Closed dub names

California Kingsnake

One of the CTs I run uses low enough doses of radiation to be used with live animals. Every few months I get some mice or other rodents, but this guy was a new one. A California Kingsnake was at the vet school with a suspected hairline fracture near its eye. They have CTs over there too, but they’re big ones more often used for horses and dogs, and couldn’t quite get the needed resolution to see all of the delicate bones in its skull.

A CT scan on this machine takes about 15 minutes, during which a specimen needs to hold absolutely still. We have the ability to thread a tiny gas mask into the system to keep animals anesthetized, but to work, the animal needs to be small enough to go into the scanner butt-first, and that wasn’t going to work with this one. Fortunately, the vets had an injectable anesthetic which worked well. The pink wrapping is holding a small Doppler device to the snake’s heart so the vets could check the snake’s vitals during the scan. 

And now I know where a snake’s heart is.

Thy’re super long! This tube is a little over 1 meter in length, and in the end the snake was looped around so that its tail almost went all the way back to its head. We needed to bend their body carefully so that they were comfortable, and put another cotton pad over their eyes to keep the surroundings dark. (The anesthesia did not put them out completely, it just kept them quiet and mellow. When something wasn’t exactly right, they would move, and you could hear the loud WHOOSH of snake skin sliding over the Doppler.)

I’m not able to share all the data, but this image shows reconstructed data of the region that was scanned, and confirms that they held still–it is perfectly clear with no blurriness. We did find some damage to one side of her head, but it also appeared to be healing. Good news for the snake!

(A side note for anyone who has concerns about the animal: The animal was directly supervised by a vet at all times. That’s not my background at all, so I was not in charge of handling the animal. I did ask a few questions and help with the logistics figuring out how to keep them comfy but most of my job on the animal welfare front was staying out of the way of the experts. Also, I got permission from the nonprofit facility in charge of this snake to share these pictures for educational purposes. Word from the vet is that the snake has made a full recovery in the 2 months since we took these images, and is back in her usual location.)

I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.
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“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”
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Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.

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☞ Quick Note! ☜

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I’m still working on the Search For The Cure and Taken, so hopefully I can post those soon! Struggling a bit with how and where I want them to go 🤔

As of right now, I have 24 stories to work on! So it may take a while for some of you to see yours. I apologize! 

If any of you are at all curious if I received yours, shoot me a message and I can confirm! You can also ask if you sent one in a while back what the status of it is😊

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Old claims - please read

Hi guys! Parry here with a big long post ^^; 

So, there’s been a few asks about this, and now we’re going to trial something. There are some claims - most but not all anon - which have been around for quite some time (Since November last year, to be exact). That’s not a problem at all! Great things take time! However, we just want to make sure you’re still interested in writing them, because if not, it’d be good to free them up for others :)

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Plan of Action + ABO requests

So, I’m gunna start off by saying that I don’t really have a plan of action. Not really

I will be finishing Cry Wolf and A Dog is a Dog within the next few weeks.
I am pretty confident that A Dog is a Dog only has one part left to it (but this is me we are talking about so that could be a total lie. We’ll have to wait and see). It is mostly written, so it shouldn’t take too long to polish off. 
Cry Wolf has a few more parts to it. Possibly 4 more?? I know exactly how it’s gunna end, and I’m quite excited to write it!!!

Beyond those, I have a piece for @littlegreenplasticsoldier‘s CYOSTODA to write, which I’m excited for!!!

I also have several drabble requests still sitting in my inbox from months ago. Not even joking, it’s been SO LONG. But, you guys sent in the requests, and I intend to write them. I even have the list of prompts bookmarked, so I can still find the prompts you guys chose. Those requests came from @likesiriusly, @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday, @luckynumbrnelly, @skybinx-blog and one Anonymous one. I will be bashing those out too  :)

Now, speaking of requests…
I am taking part in ABO Appreciation Day in, I believe, July. The fics I post will be my first proper ABO fics, as I’ve only posted a small drabble of one in the past. 
So far I have two ideas, but I’d like to try and do around 5 fics (cos apparently I’m a freaking nut-job). So, I’d love it if you guys could send me some ABO requests. I’m not promising to write them all, but I could really do with a helping hand for plot ideas. 
So shoot me an Ask with your ABO requests! You might just see them written for ABO Appreciation Day!

Thank you guys so much for bearing with me during my long absence from writing. Uni was a bitch, and I have more or less spent the last two weeks relaxing (even got a massage with my flatmate while we were in Dorset), but I’m so happy to be getting back into it!!!

Love you all!!!

Payback (Pietro x Reader)

Drabble drabble 

Title:  Payback

Requested by: Anonymous asked: 27 and 38 with Pietro please? 💙💛💙💛

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem-avenger!Reader

Prompts: #27 “WHO’S USING MY CONDITIONER?” & 38 “Is that my t-shirt?” || Masterlist

Word count: 541

Warnings: None? I don’t rememberrrrr

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but I needed to write this down and this is what it looks like. I mean enjoy?

Some of the prompts are more drabble material than an actual one shot material. Sorry if that disappoints you guys! And if there are any misspellings or errors… English isn’t my first language and sometimes a few words slips away from my head or something like that.

Requests and prompts are STILL open, I’ll do them even if I’m quite late at uploading them but it keeps me writing and yay I love it. –Lor.

|| I don’t own Pietro Maximoff or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||


At morning the atmosphere in the kitchen while everyone was having their breakfast was quiet, the conversation going just fine, until they all heard an angry scream followed by hard steps on the hall and a wet covered in a tower Y/N appeared through the door. Water dripping from her body and hair, and a face that make some of the team laugh but some others cringe in pain. They were lucky that she didn’t have her bow and arrows close.

She was pissed.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Wanda asked the girl, but she was already reading her mind.

“CUT IT OFF, WHO’S USING MY CONDITIONER?” She yelled at the team.

Natasha bursted into laughs and Steve was looking at her confused, the rest of the team was looking directly at the speedster who was unusually quiet. Clint, who was Y/N’s mentor, shook his head.

“Can I start saying that I’m sorry?” Pietro spoke before kissing her cheeck and running off.

“BASTARD I’LL PUT AN ARROW IN YOUR LEG!” She yelled at him and started to walk to the bathroom and finish her morning clean up.

“It’s not my fault that your conditioner is so good!” He yelled back and they heard a loud crash. That it could mean only two things: Pietro had crashed through something, or Y/N indeed put an arrow on his leg. Or maybe both.

“They’re totally into each other” Clint said.


A few minutes later Y/N came back with a smirk on her face and a long blue and grey t-shirt, which almost covered her entire thighs, letting her short sneak out under it. She grabbed the cereal and milk and poured everything a mug. Soon she was in the conversation with the others about if they should or shouldn’t put a Jacuzzi in the backyard.

A blur appeared in the room and sat beside her. The speedster looked at her from head to toes before he spoke.

Is that my t-shirt?” He asked her

“Yeah, it’s called payback for using my conditioner every damn time”

He licked his lips and smiled at her. “It does look good on you… If I knew you’ll be stealing my clothes as a payback I would have done it sooner.” Pietro winked at her.

“Want another arrow on your leg darling?”

“You know I can cure pretty fast, and if you’re planning on doing it in a wet towel again I might want it and If it slips down like earlier? Way better.”

The team was looking at the two of them interact while they send smiles to each other, they wanted them to be together.

Y/N turned red. “You didn’t see that.” He nodded “YOU DAMN BASTARD YOU SAW ME NAKED!? YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU DIDN’T SEE IT!”

He was laughing when she stood up and reached for an arrow and stabbed Pietro’s leg with it.

“You deserve that.” She said

Once he removed the arrow from his leg, and the bleeding quickly stopped he pressed his lips against hers.

“Yeah I did. And that too.”

Narrowing her eyes at him she patted him in the shoulder, but then sat down once again and started to eat her cereal.

“Yeah that too.” She said smiling at him.

Hey guys,

Glad to see everyone is still here and trying to keep strong. I personally have been reading tons of fanfiction so I thought I would share some of the fanfics. Now, keep in mind, some of these fics haven’t been updated in quite a few weeks (Unfortunately) so I figured that if more people began reading them, perhaps the authors would update more frequently. Other fanfics have infact been completed. Without further ado, I present you:

PUCKENTINE FOREVER’S FAVORITE FANFICS ft. Puckentine and Jori

To The Stars (Puckentine) - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10347659/1/To-The-Stars

Sleepin with a friend (Puckentine) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10375353/1/Sleepin-with-a-friend

Tutors are for Idiots (Jori)  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9726505/1/Tutors-are-for-Idiots

Skipping Ten Years Ahead (Jori) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9213246/1/Skipping-Ten-Years-Ahead

Odd Couple Dynamic (Puckentine) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9781156/1/Odd-Couple-Dynamic

Hey Sam, Come See What I Made (Puckentine) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10328419/10/Hey-Sam-Come-See-What-I-Made

Better (Jori) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7919725/1/Better

Kindergarten (Puckentine) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10255435/1/Kindergarten

Opposites Attract (Puckentine) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10255435/1/Kindergarten

Playing House (Jori) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7911962/1/Playing-House

Real House (Jori) https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8271399/1/Real-House

I hope you guys enjoy these fics as much as I have. If you have any other fanfics that you think I should read, be sure to send them to me. Also please let me know if any of the links do not work.

PUCKENTINE FOREVER

As you can see, I’M BACK!!!!!
And sooo exhausted :’D …. 13hours from poland back home … there were too many traffic jams … it usually takes us around 9 hours … welp .. that’s life ..
But everything went smoothly qwq! Just a few small things left to do haaa …

But I’m happy to be back, gratefull for quite some more followers O0O .. *hey guys* and excited to finally get back to my cintiq !!!
Now I’ll get on to a commission still sitting here .. *sorry I’m so slow qq …*
And a bit for my Echo amv inbetween >w<!!!

So have a small .. sketchdump .. the rest was really .. more of foot, face, hand, and skeleton structure practice ahaha … really .. bad .. practice ..

I like the one with sans .. maybe I’ll make more out of it owo!

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Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Genre: Angst | Jungkook x Reader

Just when you’re ready to give up and nothing seems worth it anymore, life throws you a curveball. And he makes you begin again.


I’d never seen the city like this before. The sky was completely devoid of clouds and instead filled with stars and constellations, the moon shining close and bright. My cheeks were dry for the first time in a long time. I think you can only cry for so long before there’s nothing left. The building’s roof felt sturdy and unmoving beneath my feet, and I was less nervous than I thought I’d be when this moment came.

I edged my toes slowly over the edge, clutching my favorite leather jacket tighter around my shivering body, clad only in a short crushed velvet dress. Might as well go out in style, right? I closed my eyes and breathed in a chest-full of cold, high-altitude air. Lifting my right foot to dangle over the edge, I watched my heel slip off and disappear into the city below, and laughed. My eyes fluttered closed once more as my head lolled back, my toes wriggling into the nothingness of the night. Time to go. As I lifted both arms above my sides, I saw him.

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honestly can we as a whole agree that hating on boys is gross. like. if you replaced the male with the female in HALF yalls post we would be exactly what yall hate. what I hate as well. yes its okay to agree that the patriarchy definitely still exists and that there are quite a fuckin few bad guys in the world. but there are thousands upon thousands of boys on this site everyday that have to see this shit of you hating on them for an aspect of them they cant control. no it isnt sexism i know that because, once again, yes the patriarchy exists, but it is discrimination and its hurtful and honestly pretty disgusting. i, for one, am sick as all hell for being seen as less intelligent, compassionate, and more animalistic, dirty, and mean for my gender. let boys be soft and sweet. let boys be rowdy and spirited. let boys be strong and happy. let boys be human god damn it.
-a very disgruntled boy

I’ve been putting this off long enough.

I’ve fiddled with this damn thing off and on for ages now, so I’m just gonna announce this little project now and have done with it.

As y’all know, there are a couple of Kemetic lists floating around. As far as I know, though, the only one that organizes everyone by the deities they work with is the one curated by Intaier. And yeah, it’s definitely great to be able to find people who work with deities you’re interested in, so that maybe you can learn more. But I know there are quite a few people (myself included) who are pretty…let’s say ‘uncomfortable’ with some of the things Intaier’s been saying lately, as well as the company they’ve been keeping. So, as an alternative, I present The Kemetic Directory.

It’s still pretty WIP-y; I just wanna help out the community and try to make it a better place in what small ways I can, so I’m opening the floor here for any input from you guys. Suggestions? Want to have your info added or changed? Hit me up, yo, I am all ears. But not literally. That would be weird.

Harry Potter Imagine - Jealous

Can you do an imagine where right before Harry is going to ask you to the Yule ball, Draco asks and you say yes, but at the night of the ball you see Harry alone and you decide to dance with him, which leads to a magic duel/battle between Harry and Draco for your affections? thanks x - requested by anon

Hey guys!  Sorry I haven’t posted in a really long time - I don’t have much of an excuse, I’m just absolute trash.  I’ll try to be more consistent in the future.

Also, I have quite a few ships left to do and I will get those done as soon as possible.  Sorry to everyone who is still waiting!

Hope you like it! :)

     For any Hogwarts student, or any student at any of the magical schools, really, the Yule Ball is a huge deal.  And, of course, this year is no exception - I am going with one of my good friends, Draco Malfoy.

     Draco is sarcastic, bitter, and somewhat whiny, but I love him regardless.  He is very protective and can actually be quite sweet - just not when Harry Potter is involved!  Right after I had agreed to go as his date, Pansy Parkinson had told us that Harry had been planning to ask me as well.

     That made for an unpleasant night.  Draco had sulked around and snapped at me several times.  Even now, while I showed him my dress robes days later, I could tell he still wasn’t over it.

     He ran his hand across the satin of my periwinkle coloured robe and said, “y/n, you are going to look beautiful.  I’m so glad you’re my date.  Everyone is going to be jealous.”

     I awkwardly looked away and replied, “Who else would I have gone with?  We’ve been best friends for years, Draco?”

     Draco shook his head almost angrily, mumbled some excuse about needing to do homework, and left in a hurry, probably to go sulk somewhere.  I sighed and sat down on the bed.

     What I hadn’t told Draco - what I never planned to tell him - was that I had been crushing on Harry Potter since my first year at Hogwarts.

xxxx - Yule Ball - xxxx

     I floated across the dance floor, my robes swirling around me.  The positive energy in the room - the music, the laughter, the dancing - filled me with joy.  I thrived in this type of environment, and this had been one of the best nights of my life.  Draco and I danced together for hours; we had barely been apart for the entire night.  I just wanted a moment of fresh air, of reality.  I needed to remember that real life wasn’t usually this perfect.

     I sipped a glass of ice water and glanced over at Draco as the music started playing again, this time, a slower waltz.  He inclined his head at Pansy, a mutual friend, and guided her onto the dance floor.  I couldn’t help but giggle - Pansy was the least graceful person I knew.

     I headed back towards my friends when I noticed a familiar face at a table near the back of the room.  Harry Potter was sitting alone, looking miserable.  The music was still playing, and after a quick glance at Draco (still busy), I headed over to him.

     “Care for a dance?” I asked with a smile.

     Harry glanced up at me, startled.  “Um… sure, y/n.”  He cleared his throat awkwardly and stood up.

     I took his arm and pulled him alongside me, to the dance floor.  He lightly gripped my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we began to slowly sway.  It was only after I gazed into his bright green eyes that I felt my heartbeat speed up.  I was actually dancing with Harry Potter.

     I took a deep breath in to calm myself.  “So, I heard you were going to ask me to the ball?”

     Harry blushed, and mumbled, “Yeah, I was.”

     “I would’ve gone with you, you know, if Draco hadn’t asked me first.”

     Before I could say anything else, I had an awful feeling and turned to look over my shoulder at Draco.  He was storming towards us, scowling.

     “Potter!  Leave y/n alone!”

     Harry laughed bitterly and let go of me.  “Malfoy, she asked me to dance with her!”

     I could see the hurt in Draco’s eyes, but he tried to cover it up as he pulled out his wand and said, “Get away from her!”

     Harry reached into his pocket and retrieved his wand, too.  I stepped in between them.

     “Harry!  Draco!  Please just calm down!  You’re both my friends, and - “

     “Shut up, y/n,” growled Draco.

     “Excuse me?” I protested, outraged, as Harry reached around me, pulled me behind him, and cried expelliarmus.

     Draco flew back with a loud bang and his wand flew up in the air.  When it came back down, Professor McGonagall was there to catch it.

     “Boys!  Both of you!  To my office!  You too, Ms. y/l/n!”

     I shot both Harry and Draco angry looks and trudged after her.  While I appreciated that both of them cared about me, it was probably best that we all stay friends.  I didn’t want to deal with jealous boys, anyways.