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Rambling thoughts post. Won't delete.
I learned a long time ago to stop commenting on the state of the ship war/ SJM fandom as a whole and asking people to be kinder, and anyone who has followed me for a while (which sounds silly to say since I've only been here since March) has likely witnessed my slow disillusionment of the SJM fandom space. As my therapist said, if you keep trying to clean up debris in someone's house who refuses to fix their roof, you'll drain yourself for nothing. (That was about my ex husband but hey I think it applies here.) I've also realized that in the long run, individual creators don't matter, really. There are too many creators in this space who burn out and disappear and even if it upsets or disappoints people in the moment, there is always someone to replace them. I'm very replaceable. My thoughts really don't matter. But here they are anyway.
The SJM tumblr space is extremely hostile and negative. But it isn't all hostile and negative, and the more I filter out the shipwar content and anti content (seriously, I have filters on anti elriel, anti gwynriel, anti elucien, and shipwar buzzwords like delusional, reading comprehension, touch grass, ECT and thank you to my dear friend @yourstarsmyscars for showing me how much more the filters can do than I realized!) the more free I am to see how many kind and wonderful creators there are on here making cute art and amazing fanfics and nourishing a positive fandom ecosystem.
Again, I don't matter in the long run. I'm not sure how many people even still follow me really since I've stopped engaging in the shipwars beyond art, fics, and kind posts. But I do want to let anyone out there who, like me, has had their tolerance for the ship wars plummet to the core of the earth, break through the crust in the middle of the Pacific ocean, and then drift into space, know that there IS kindness in this fandom beyond the noise. There are people doing great work on all sides, who are welcoming to all, and just trying to create something people will enjoy.
I can't say I'll be here forever, or even much longer. But I feel moved to signal boost the positivity. I also know that, although I do believe I tried very hard to be positive and not insulting the majority of the time, I had days that I let the negativity get to me and I was snarkier than I wish I would have been. I'm truly sorry if I ever made a post that even remotely hurt anyone's feelings or added to the negativity. I'd go back and delete them, but frankly they are my most popular posts and still get reblogged so it feels sort of pointless since reblogs don't get deleted.
Although I am an Elriel in my heart of hearts, I want to continue to be a welcoming space for all. If that means my followers get cut in half or only a few people interact with my posts, that's okay with me. I can't try to patch the roof of the fandom, but I can keep my own space toasty and warm for anyone looking for reprieve, regardless of who you ship. I've stated multiple times here that I'm the only Elriel in my IRL friendships, and I love my friends dearly. I tried to speak to Tumblr as a whole the way I'd speak to them, and I didn't always do that. But the world is too abysmal and scary and a lot of SJM fans come online and struggle to find a space that isn't extremely hostile and negative.
Here's to all the goofy little spooks making art, fics, texts, and transcending the shipwars and just trying to connect over the things we love.
In the words of our Lord and Savior Taylor Swift, I want to be defined by the things I love, not the things I hate.
Also still committed to writing a banger Elain Lucien and Azriel throuple once I get through my laundry list of current fics. Maybe a quadruple with Gwyn. Maybe I'll just write a giant orgy, actually.
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your love is sunlight - nicholas ruffilo x f!reader
warnings: unprotected intercourse, swearing
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Heâs all yours for the rest of the year.Â
With the bandâs last show done, youâre intent on keeping Nick as close as you can. And while this year hasnât been as busy as the previous few, you still missed him terribly.
He sleeps so soundly next to you, and you almost donât want to wake him. Itâs still early, he doesnât have to be awake yet. You remain next to him until you feel yourself becoming restless. Unravelling yourself from him is always hard, and you barely manage to tear yourself away from him.
You wander over into the kitchen. Since you found a place together, youâve managed to turn this place into a cosy little corner where the outside world doesnât matter that much.
Lydia hops up onto the counter while you prep your first coffee of the morning. You scratch the spot under her chin, earning you a satisfied little sound. It had taken her a moment longer than the others to get used to you. Now that youâre on good terms, she has become so affectionate with you.
Nick is â as expected â slowly rousing from his sleep when you return to the bedroom with your coffees. He rubs his hands across his face, trying to shoo away the sleepiness that still clings to him. You pause for a second to watch him.
When his eyes finally find you, his lips twist into a soft smile. âGood morning.â he mumbles, his voice still a little rough.
You place his cup on the bedside table next to his side of the bed, before settling down next to him.
âSleep alright?â you ask.
You reach out to brush a few stray pieces of hair out of his face.
Nick gives a nod in reply as he sits up. He reaches for his cup, cradling it in his hands. He sighs contently when he takes the first sip.
âPretty good. Could have done with a little more, though.â
âYou didnât have to get up yet.â
âNo, but I donât sleep that good when youâre not next to me.â he places his hand on top of your thigh, giving it a soft squeeze, âDonât like sleeping without you.â
You drop your head to his shoulder, âLuckily you wonât have to until next year.â
âI really canât convince you to come with us?â he almost sounds a little sad, and you do feel bad for having to say no to him.
The idea of being stuck on a plane for that long simply fills you with too much fear and discomfort.
âIâll hold your hand the entire time.â Nick offers, âWe could stay for a bit longer if you want? See a few things?â
You know what heâs trying to do, and youâre almost ready to give in.
âIâm not going to be in the way?â You feel a little silly asking the question, youâre friends with the boys, you know you wouldnât be in the way.
âBaby.â his hand carefully turns your face towards him, âYouâd never be in the way. Weâd all love to have you there. If itâd make you feel better, Iâm sure we can find something for you to do.â
You lean forward to kiss him, almost spilling the contents of your cups onto the freshly washed sheets. Nick quickly sets his cup back down on the night stand, before he takes yours from your hands, too.
His lips find yours again so easily. His hand weaves into the hair at the back of your neck, keeping you close to him.
You quickly find yourself placed in his lap. Nickâs free hand finds a comfortable home at your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh he finds there. You canât tear yourself away from him, the way he kisses you is just too addicting.
Instinctively, you grind down against him, feeling him already growing hard. Nick lets out a little sigh, prompting you to repeat the motion. He gives a stronger squeeze to your waist, silently telling you to keep going. You bring one of your hands between your bodies, trying to touch him properly.
âScoot back a little?â Nick whispers, barely parting from your lips.
Reluctantly, you move back from him, giving him space to practically tear off his shirt. He struggles with the pyjama bottoms, and you lift yourself away from him to help him, just for you to topple over on top of him. Nicks laugh echoes through the room.
âCareful baby.â he smiles, pulling you in for a quick kiss as you set yourself upright again, âYou wanna stay on top today?â
You nod.
You love watching Nick fall apart under you, and you know that he likes seeing you on top of him.
His fingers quickly find their way between your thighs. Your head drops back when the tips of his fingers dip into your wetness. Nick likes to take his time with this, no matter how much you whine and whimper for him. In fact, you think that it only spurs him on more.
âYou feel so good, love. Think youâre ready for me?â he asks, fingers pushing deeper into you.
You nod, trying your best to choke out a yes.
His fingers shift inside of you a few more times before he carefully pulls them from you. You shift, making space for Nick to reach between your bodies. He lets out a hiss when his hand makes contact with his cock. You brace yourself against his waist, closing your eyes when he traces the head against your folds.
The first stretch is always a lot, no matter how much he prepares you for it. You take your time sinking down on him. Nick wraps one hand around yours, gripping it tightly to ease your nerves. Once you're full seated on top of him, you tear your eyes open, looking down at your love.
Nick gazes up at you with a devastating softness. Your love for him is only growing stronger with every day, and really you canât imagine being with anyone else.
âWhenever you're ready, my love.â he gives your hand a gentle squeeze.
You give yourself a few more moments before you begin your slow grind against him. Nick tries to keep his eyes on you, but he only lasts a few minutes before his head falls back against the pillow, and he lets out a low sigh.
The hand on your waist flexes, twitches as he groans softly.
You trace your fingers across his cheek, gently brushing your thumb across his skin. Nickâs eyes flutter open and he gives you a soft smile.
âNicky.â you sigh, return the squeeze of his hand.
He feels so good inside of you, filling you so perfectly. You grind down against him, slowly increasing your speed.
âYouâre so good, baby â so fucking good.â the breathy tone of his voice makes you tremble too.
Nicks tongue dips out to wet his lips, and you canât stop yourself then. You lean down to kiss him, all the while still moving yourself along his cock. You feel Nick smile against your lips, making you smile in return.
You stay close, and thankfully Nick understands that he needs to help you out a little. He needs a moment to find a comfortable rhythm, but once he does, you know that you wonât last much longer.
âGetting close?â you whisper against his lips.
Nick nods quickly, trying his best to stifle a moan.
Your insides feel so tight already. You let yourself drop forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder. Every thrust into you drags you closer and closer towards your release. His hips stutter and a moment later you feel him spilling inside of you. Nick gasps out your name. His hand tightens against your waist just a little bit too tightly.
You try to keep up the rhythm, but ultimately fail. Nick is quick to pick up on it though and brings his thumb to your clit. You moan out loud when he begins to draw quick circles over you. You follow him soon enough, falling apart around him so easily. You sigh his name against his skin.
Eventually, you let yourself sag against him. Nickâs arms wrap around you, holding you close to him.
âI love you so much.â he says softly, still so very breathless.
In return, you press a kiss against his bare shoulder, âI love you so much.â
You remain like this for a while longer. By the time you manage to separate yourself from him, your coffee has gone cold. Nick fixes both of you new cups while youâre under the shower, and you come back to an almost finished breakfast spread.
Heâs at the stove, preparing your scrambled eggs ready when you enter the kitchen. You wrap your arms around his middle, resting your cheek against his back.
âIâm almost done.â Nick says, and even though you canât see his face, you know that he has that little smile on his face.
âThank you for making breakfast.â you reply.
You press a kiss to his shoulder blade before you reluctantly distance yourself from him.
While he finishes up the scrambled eggs, you carry your coffees and the plate of cut up fruit over to the coffee table. You have to shoo Jerry away from the plate â as always.
Nick joins you soon enough. He kisses your cheek before he sits down on the sofa. Lydia quickly takes her place on his lap.
âWeâll have to find someone to babysit them.â you say as you sit down next to him.
âWhat do you mean?â
âFor when weâre in Australia. Iâm sure they wonât let us bring them. And God knows they canât be left alone.â
You can practically hear the gears in his head turning, before he breaks into that beautiful smile of his.
âYouâre coming with?â
âOf course. I want to see the baby kangaroos too.â
Nick pulls you in for a kiss, jostling Lydia in the process. He presses a series of little kisses against your lips. You canât stop the smile that forces its way onto your face.
âThank you, love. Itâll be even better with you there.â
You canât possibly ask for more than this. With Nick by your side, youâre sure that you can do everything, even a long haul flight.
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Drawing the Line - Amanda the Adventurer fantape
Edit: The title sounded a bit to serious for this silly little fic
Riley takes the next tape and puts it into the VCR. The tape glitches a bit before it starts to play. The episode begins with Amanda holding a bunch of coloring supplies before noticing Riley.Â
âHi Riley,â Amanda whispers, âWanna color with me?âÂ
âAmanda? Where did you go? I think the episode is about to start!â Wooly calls out. Amanda makes a shushing motion with her finger and hides behind the couch. âOh⌠hi Riley. Have you seen Amanda?âÂ
âNope. Why donât I wait here and you go find her for me.âÂ
âHuh? Well⌠okayâŚâ Wooly says with uncertainty. He walks away. Amanda switches the tape to her bedroom. Her dresser is now against her door.Â
âWhatâs going on?â Riley asks.Â
âNothing!â Amanda laughs nervously in an extremely quiet voice, âI just⌠youâre leaving after this tape right? Wooly told me. So⌠I wanted to spend some time with you⌠like⌠just youâŚâ
âOkay? And?â
âI donât want Wooly to feel bad.â
âSo youâre barricading your door and hiding from him?âÂ
âOkay I see how thatâs not the best planâŚâ Amanda sighs.Â
âDid you get in a fight or something?âÂ
âNo⌠itâs just⌠we hang out like⌠almost all the time⌠and like⌠I wanted a little me time you know? I mean he got an episode almost all to himself, why canât I have mine?âÂ
âAnd he doesnât want that?âÂ
âI donât know⌠Wooly is⌠sensitive. He seems to take the littlest things the wrong way. When I tried to tell him I wanted some alone-time he got really upset⌠and we had so much fun yesterday⌠I donât want to ruin it.âÂ
âI think if anything is going to ruin it, itâs deliberately avoiding him and never telling him why.âÂ
âYeah⌠youâre probably right.â Amanda sighs. She teleports Wooly into the room.Â
âWha? Why am- Oh! Amanda there you are!âÂ
âHi WoolyâŚâÂ
âWhatâs wrong?â Wooly asks.Â
âUm⌠Wooly?â Amanda pauses, she looks at Riley nervously.
âGo on.â Riley says.Â
âOkay⌠Wooly⌠remember how I talked about wanting some me-time?âÂ
âYeahâŚ?âÂ
âWell⌠I think I wanna just have an adventure drawing with Riley today.â
âWhat? Why? Did I do something wrong?âÂ
âNo Wooly you didnât do something wrong stop asking me that.âÂ
âOkayâŚâÂ
âLook, you donât like drawing and you donât like hanging out with Riley. Right?â Amanda asks.
âI guess soâŚâ Donât just admit that! Riley thinks.Â
âI want some me-time and you get a day off. Win-win right?â Amanda explains. Wooly looks kind of sad, âCâmon Wooly please?âÂ
âI guessâŚâÂ
âGreat!â Amanda beams, gently pushing him out of the room, âHave fun!âÂ
âAmandaâŚâÂ
âShush. Today, weâre drawing some pictures!â Amanda announces, dropping to the floor and opening her sketchbook and crayons. âCâmon you too!â Riley turns around and sees their sketchbook and colored pencils on the table.Â
âAlright.â Riley smiles. This could be fun.Â
âYou know I really like to draw, do you like to draw?â Amanda asks. Riley types in yes.
âOh please, you donât have to use that. Just talk to me, please?âÂ
âYeah, I love to draw. Kind of what I do for a living actually.â Riley answers. Amandaâs eyes widen and her whole face lights up with curiosity.Â
âReally?â
âYeah I design and rig v-tuber models for people.â they explain. Amanda looks⌠completely confused. Oh yeah⌠v-tubers werenât really a thing back then huh? âI um⌠design characters for people and make animated models they can use to make videos with?â That is the worst explanation everâŚ
âWow that sounds neat! I wonder if I couldâve done thatâŚâ
âIâm sure you could with time and practice. Once you get out I could teach you-âÂ
âIf I get outâŚâÂ
âAh-âÂ
âNevermind⌠forget I said anything.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âLetâs draw! Iâm thinking of making⌠an apple pie! What colors should I use?â Riley clicks on the silver and tannish color. The colors of the apple pie they made together. Amanda smiles and starts to color.
âYou draw something too!âÂ
âLikeâŚâÂ
âAnything you want.âÂ
âAlrightâŚâ Riley starts to draw Amanda being free in the real world. They look up at Amandaâs drawing, now sheâs drawing Kate.Â
âKate was really nice⌠I used to talk to her all the time⌠I really liked herâŚâ
âYeahâŚâÂ
âI miss herâŚâÂ
âMe tooâŚâ Riley sighs. They start sketching Kate into the picture⌠without even realizing it.Â
âHer hair was blond right?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ
âWhat color is your hair Riley?âÂ
âBlond⌠like hers.âÂ
âMmmâŚâ Amanda starts sketching the lonely kitten in a train, âIâd draw you too, but I canât really see what you look like. Itâs⌠blurryâŚ?â
âI seeâŚâ
âAnd I canât.â Amanda jokes. Riley doesnât get it.Â
âAmandaaaaa! Want some snacks?â Wooly barges in. Amanda looks⌠annoyed.Â
âWooly⌠I told you to leave me alone!âÂ
âI know I just⌠thought youâd be hungry?âÂ
âIâm fine.â
âOh⌠okay⌠Whatcha drawing?âÂ
âIâll show you Iâm done.â Amanda says, covering her sketchbook.Â
âOkayâŚâ Wooly walks away, leaving the door open. Amanda reaches over and swats it shut with the tip of her hand.Â
âThat was close, he almost saw my warm up sketches.â Amanda chuckles bashfully, opening a new page.Â
âI know your pain.â Riley whimpers. Amanda starts a new drawing. âRemember that anime I showed you from my phone?âÂ
âMadoka Magica? Yeah I loved it!â Amanda laughs, âBut Wooly was so mortified, we thought we killed him!â Â
âYeah like, what is he a hamster? Wait- So⌠Could you even see it?âÂ
âYeah because it was really close to the screenâŚâ Amanda says.
âSo if IâŚâ Amanda looks up and sees Rileyâs face EXTREMELY close to the screen. She jumps back in surprise.Â
âDonât scare me like that!â she gasps.Â
âWell, can you see what I look like now?âÂ
âI can see your ginormous face!â Amanda shouts.Â
âYeah?âÂ
âBack away Riley youâre freaking me out.âÂ
âAww⌠I thought you could draw me too.â
âDonât worry, Iâll draw you⌠as⌠best I can.â Amanda says, catching her breath.Â
âOkayâŚâÂ
âHey Riley look! Itâs me back when I was still Rebecca!â Amanda beams, showing the rough sketch. In the picture Riley sees Rebecca, getting a big hug from Sam and Kate. On the side of Kate, a somewhat off version of Riley and Sophie are holding hands. On the side of Sam is Wooly.
âWooly looks a bit lonely huh?âÂ
âWhat do you mean, heâs got all of us!âÂ
âAnd⌠heâs still a sheep.âÂ
âWell⌠I donât really know or remember what Wooly looked like when he was human soâŚâ Amanda shrugs.Â
âHe just looks⌠left out.âÂ
âNo no you donât get it at all. See, Sam and Kate are my family, and Wooly is like⌠my brother⌠I guessâŚ? And you guys are all my friends! I care about you a WHOLE lot. But like⌠not as much as my family you know.âÂ
âWell, me and Sophie are holding hands.âÂ
âOh Iâm sorry, did you want me to draw you kissing?âÂ
âAmanda⌠no⌠thatâs not what I meanâŚâÂ
âHmm⌠oooooh! I get it! What if I draw his sister?â Amanda suggests, âRemember, we saw her when Woolyâs memories were showing through the tapes that one time?âÂ
âBut sheâs⌠deadâŚâÂ
âSo is Kate⌠and I still drew her here!âÂ
âI guess thatâs true.âÂ
âSheâs here in my heart! This picture will never come true anyway!âÂ
âWhat do you me-â
âDid you need any watercolors by chance?â Wooly asks.Â
âWoolyâŚâÂ
âI found them in the living room and-â he sees Amanda glaring at him. âSorry Iâll go.â Amanda waits till Wooly leaves and closes the door again.Â
âItâs a picture⌠of when we escapeâŚâ Amanda sighs. âWell⌠my ideal of it anyway⌠you know⌠that I would be able to live with my dad⌠and talk to Kate⌠and hang out with you guys and Wooly⌠I bet in Woolyâs ideal world⌠his little sister would still beâŚâÂ
âAmandaâŚâÂ
âJust⌠let me have this little dream, okay?â Amanda asks, sounding like sheâs going to cry.Â
âOf course⌠but um⌠hey⌠Sophie and I were talking and⌠we were thinking⌠if we get you and Wooly out of here⌠weâd adopt you⌠and you can live with usâŚâ Riley says. Amanda looks at them sadly in silence for bit before saying:
âRiley⌠if it turns out-â she stops. âDonât ever mention this to Wooly okay?âÂ
âOkayâŚ?âÂ
âCan you promise me something?âÂ
âDependsâŚâÂ
âCan you get me out of here⌠no matter what it takes?â
âOf course!âÂ
âEven if it means⌠will we disappear?âÂ
âWhat?â
âIf it turns out that we canât get out of here⌠back in the real world⌠if we canât escape without disappearing⌠you would still let us out of here right?âÂ
âAmandaâŚâÂ
âYou would still set us free, right?âÂ
âIf thatâs what you wantâŚâ Riley sighs, âif that would put your heart at peaceâŚâ Amanda smiles tearfully.
âThank you RileyâŚÂ
âBut⌠What about Wooly?â Riley wonders. Amanda freezes.Â
âWould it⌠be bad if I said⌠thatâs his decision?â Amanda questions, âLike⌠I donât want to be here anymore⌠and while Iâd hate to leave him here⌠I guess Iâd get it if he wants to stay⌠I really am a bad friend huh? Here he is all worried that Iâm gonna leave him behind and⌠if I really had the chance⌠a real chance to get out of this h--- Iâd take it without a second thought.âÂ
âI mean⌠itâs complicatedâŚâ Riley hears a soft thud outside the door.Â
âHeâs got every right to be mad at me.âÂ
âIâm sure heâs not mad at you-â
âHe is though⌠I overheard him talking to Sophie about it. When they had milk and cookies without me.âÂ
âThey did what?âÂ
âIâm not mad⌠Wooly clearly just needed some time to himself too⌠which is why I donât get why heâs so bent out of shape about me wanting some.âÂ
âThatâs Wooly for you.â Riley sighs, unsure what else to say.Â
âAnd Iâve been so patient with him lately. I know heâs been going through a hard time with his memories and all that. I know heâs not okay but like⌠Iâm not either⌠and sometimes thatâs frustrating because⌠I want someone to lean on too⌠It's like he relies on me too much. Like I have to be the strong one all the time.âÂ
âAm-â
âItâs the worst because heâs the older one! I⌠I need someone to talk to too⌠thatâs why I like it when youâre around⌠or when itâs just us⌠those couple tapes we had⌠just us⌠that was great. Not that I donât like having Wooly around⌠but every once and a while⌠Iâd like to spend some time without him, you know?âÂ
âThatâs fairâŚâ Riley says.
âThen why does he make me feel like the bad guy?â Amanda wonders.Â
âI do not!â Wooly protests on the other side of the door. Amanda walks over to the door and opens it. Wooly falls over on his back. âOh⌠whoops. Hi AmandaâŚâ he chuckles nervously.Â
âWooly!â Riley gasps, âYouâre still here?â Riley suddenly panics, noticing Amanda looking angry. Really angry.Â
âONE TAPE! ONE FLIPPING TAPE WOOLY! THATâS ALL I ASKED OF YOU!â Amanda screams, âYOU ACT LIKE THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME! Whenever you want some time to yourself itâs fiiiiine, you can just sneak off without me- but for the love of apples when I wanna have some me-time itâs the end of the world!â Wooly just stands there, kind of stunned. He doesnât look like he knows what to say, he just looks⌠kind of angry.Â
âLetâs talk about boundaries!â Riley interjects trying to stop another potential feud between them. They are just like siblings I swear. Amanda catches on, she takes a deep breath.Â
âIt is very important to respect peopleâs boundaries!â Amanda instructs. âYou see, boundaries are rules we set with our friends and family to let them know how we like to be treated!â Amanda starts poking Woolyâs arm.Â
âAmanda⌠Amanda what are you- stop that!â Wooly snaps. Amanda stops poking him.
âSee, Wooly told me to stop. Heâs setting a boundary.â Amanda explains, âAnd now I am respecting that boundary. When our boundaries donât get respected, it can make us very upset. Itâs important to explain our boundaries so we donât get in fights.â Amanda turns to Wooly. âWooly, I asked you if I could have some alone-time with Riley today. I really wanted to just be left alone. I was setting my boundaries. When you kept coming in and interrupting us, it made me very mad. Can you not do that please?âÂ
âOk-okayâŚâ Wooly mumbles awkwardly, rubbing his arm. âIâm sorryâŚâ
âWhy did you keep coming in, Wooly?â Riley asks. Wooly seems a bit embarrassed by this question.Â
âI just felt⌠kind of left out and⌠Iâm not really used to having time to myself⌠I just got⌠kind of bored⌠and restlessâŚâÂ
âYou could clean the house.â Amanda suggested. âPlenty of people clean when theyâre bored.âÂ
âBut⌠nothingâs messy.âÂ
âThen make things messy.âÂ
âThat sounds⌠wrong.âÂ
âLook Wooly, I donât know what to tell you. All I know is that I really want to be left alone right now. Could you please respect that?â Amanda pleads. Wooly nods and leaves the room sadly. Amanda closes the door behind him.Â
âYou know you couldâve just invited him to draw with us.âÂ
âNo. Iâm putting my foot down. Iâm setting a boundary.âÂ
âGood for you Amanda.â Riley says in a congratulatory way. She smiles and returns to coloring in her picture.Â
âI didnât ask you many questions this episode huh?â
âThatâs fine.â Riley shrugs. Amanda quietly sits there coloring and Riley resumes their coloring. Itâs a peaceful quiet shared between two friends enjoying an activity together. Amanda seems to enjoy this quite a lot, as she is smiling the entire time. Eventually, both their pictures were done.Â
âWell you already knew what I drew! Itâs all of us! When we escape! Far away from anywhere where Hameln could ever hurt usâŚâÂ
âI guess we had the same ideaâŚâ Riley smirks, showing their picture close to the screen. âItâs me and Sophie giving you and Wooly a big hug when we get you out of there.âÂ
âAww RileyâŚâ Riley couldnât see her face, but they could hear the happiness in her voice. âI like spending time with you⌠if⌠so⌠when you go promise me youâll stay safe okay?â
âI promise.â
âGood⌠and if we canât escape. Could you just⌠keep watching the tapes? Keep spending time with us forever⌠I know itâs a lot to ask.â Riley pulls the picture away and sees Amanda crying a bit.Â
âOf course I will. Iâd love to.â
âLetâs hang these up.â She smiles tearfully. Before they leave the room Amanda wipes her tears and shouts: âWooly! Iâm done drawing, do you wanna see?âÂ
âUuuuh⌠Iâm having a bubble bath right now, maybe later.âÂ
âYou better not use all my bubble bath.â Amanda responds. An awkward silence is heard.Â
âUm⌠enjoy your time with Riley Amanda⌠I uh⌠got an errand to runâŚâÂ
âOne of these days Iâm going to drown that sheep.â Amanda grumbles to Riley. The tape changes to the kitchen, where Amanda takes out the drawings from her sketchbook and hangs them up. There are more drawings than what she showed to Riley. Thereâs one of Amanda and Wooly holding hands in front of a big open door. She doesnât explain that one. âThanks for hanging out with me today Riley. Come back soon.âÂ
âI will.â Riley says. Amanda smiles at them and the tape ends, falling out of the VCR. The title has changed to âLetâs Talk About Boundaries.â Riley turns around and finds two pictures on the table. The one they drew⌠and Amandaâs picture that says: To Riley and Sophie. Love, Amanda. Under it is the next tape Stargazing. Riley heads upstairs and hangs the picture on Sophieâs fridge.Â
âSo⌠how did it go?âÂ
âWe had to teach Wooly a lesson about boundaries before Amanda tried to kill him again.â
âOh so you can be a responsible adult sometimes then.âÂ
âShut up.â Riley laughs.Â
âWhat cute pictures. Amanda drew this one?âÂ
âYeah⌠I donât know how she managed to give it to me though. I just turned around and it was there⌠She also changed the episode title.â
âInteresting⌠Iâll have to write that down in my notebook.âÂ
âYeah.âÂ
âRiley? Do you have to go?â Sophie asks, hugging Riley from behind.Â
âThis lead⌠could change everything. Itâs⌠remember when Amanda said that Kate almost found a way for them to leave?âÂ
âDidnât we confirm that it wonât work?âÂ
âYeah but it was close right? If we find out exactly what that is⌠we might be able to find a better solution ourselvesâŚâÂ
âAnd whatâs the end goal here?âÂ
âGet them out of thereâŚâ Â
âAnd defeat Hameln?âÂ
âIâm going to be honest⌠I donât think we can.âÂ
âRileyâŚâÂ
âI mean⌠Kate and her friendâs couldnât beat them. Sam couldnât. The police⌠the media⌠Sophie⌠this cult has existed since the middle ages⌠thousands of people probably tried to stop them⌠if they couldnât⌠I doubt we could. I just want us to be safe.âÂ
âSo⌠whatâs the plan?â
âGet Amanda and Wooly out of the tapes⌠even if it means that the most we can do is just free their souls⌠and the souls of the other kids if we can. Best case scenario we find a way so that Hameln can never do this to anyone again⌠but defeat Hameln⌠no⌠I think itâs best to be as realistic about this as possible.âÂ
âI guess youâre right.âÂ
âI think this is the best we can doâŚâ Riley sighs, Sophie looks at them with worry. âWe can stop if you want.âÂ
âWhat?!âÂ
âDo you want to give up?â Riley asks, âI donât want to force you⌠force us⌠into danger if you donât want it.âÂ
âRiley⌠but what about AmandaâŚ?â Sophie questions. Riley looks at her sadly.Â
âI⌠I donât know⌠I donât know what to do⌠I want to help her butâŚâ they glance at Amandaâs picture and the tears start running down. âI donât know if I canâŚâ Sophie bites her lip.Â
âHey⌠itâs okay. We will find a wayâŚâ Sophie says softly, âAnd Iâll be right here with you⌠through it allâŚâ she glances at the calendar. âActually, why donât you stay here? I have no work this weekend. You finish the tapes⌠Iâll go look into that lead for you.âÂ
âBut Sophie-â
âThese people all knew me through my mom⌠but Hameln doesnât. I wonât be in any danger⌠and I wonât have to worry about you.â
âItâs just a day Sophie-âÂ
âExactly⌠look at you⌠look how tired you are.â Sophie claps Rileyâs face in her hands, âLet me be a part of this.â Â
âSophieâŚâÂ
âBesides⌠Iâm waaaay better at research than you.â She grins, dangling her notebook in Rileyâs face. âIâll be back tomorrow night. Promise. You get some rest⌠play with Amanda some more. She needs you.âÂ
âI need you.â Riley responds. Sophie just smiles and gives Riley a kiss on the forehead.Â
âThis too shall pass. Now letâs watch those secret tapes and see what we can find.âÂ
Authors Note: Riley is still the main character after all. Guess what? I made an apple pie today :3
#amanda the adventurer#amanda the adventurer 2#wooly the sheep#ata 2#maddykpost#amanda the adventurer wooly#fanfic#fanfiction#maddykwrites
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Tophvan post yayy... I wanna explain why I ship it or whatever. Why its silly to me or like how I view their dynamic or whatever. This is gonna cringe so probably ignore this if you don't like tophvan I'm not trying to say its like the best ship in the world or they have a great dynamic or whatever I just wanna explain how I view them. This will probably sound delusional but yk whatever. Cringe and free I guess. Here's some old art
Basically me going on their interactions sorta kinda plus my own headcanons.
Okay so hc wise I've always kind of imagined they wouldn't get along in some way. For obvious reasons, Topher tries too hard and Ivan doesn't try at all. So obviously Topher would at least try to seem like he didn't know him s1 and I don't think he does really know him s1 I feel like they would've followed each other on Flipflop(gah I hate saying that) and Topher just didn't care to block him because he only has two followers and doesn't want to lose one. Anyway I think with s3 I imagine the bleacher creatures met during summer school mayhaps because they all failed gym or math or something? That's my hc on it. I think they do seem close? At least good friends I think that jackĂŠe Ivan and Topher are the three main(vlad and lizzie I still loveee but its harder to get a read on them they don't talk much) anyway I don't think that Ivan and Topher would immediately get along obviously Topher let loose more because he's happier with his friends but still I don't think its perfect obv. so going to actually get into the analysis now I yap so much
Cringe part
I think that based off lines of dialogue like "its a fuck no from me" "a simple no would've been fine Ivan" that Topher kinda keeps him grounded at least a little bit???? Ivan doesnt seem to retaliate I think he does sort of view Topher as the leader in a way. Because Topher talks the most and tbh he does seem a little bit bossy. There's also that one time that I immediately think of when I think tophvan the part where he looks over at Topher as if to see if its approved or not before he agrees with jackĂŠe.
Like hes like 'is this funny? ' though it could be because he doesn't listen to jackĂŠe because female and he's a dumb teenage boy(throws tomatoes at him) I still think that its funny cause he doesn't even look at all the guys in the group to approve it first he just looks at Topher. you can tell by the animation
Anyway before that I think these two do talk more off screen Ivan looks at him when the others don't (even in other scenes though I don't really think that's a big deal imo) okay full headcanon time I think Ivan knows about tophers supposed crush on joan. I don't think Ivan likes Joan but I think he was like "give it a shot because Topher or whatever đđ' but I also feel like he had a bet that she wouldn't be any help. Don't get me wrong I do think ivans dumb obviously but I also do think he just doesn't like Joan. He doesn't full on hate her or anything just don't think he completely trusted her. He does trust her in the vip room thing he thought that was coll but he is also the first to say she ditched us straight up. Ivans very blunt
We are standing in a closet!
Past that I think they do get closer or whatever afterwards. Kind of. We see them in the shower but I kind of ignore that episode and scene altogether so. That's not rlly a big thing I think abt so anyway
Dumb thing incoming I think its also like the way they look at each other or whatever. Like. whatever dude. I think they'd be kind of sweet or whatever. I don't know. Idiots who caresbro.
Overall I think Topher is a complete idiot too like obviously that one scene where he gets bitten by the snake and jackĂŠe says to suck the poison out and Ivan sucks the snake because he's a stupid stupid idiot. Dumb. Tophers stupid too very stupid but that's why I think they're fun together.
Forgot abt that scene where they highfive Topher laughs at ivans dumb jokes. They highfive. (I think Topher laughs way too hard at it like we get it bro. You think its funny. I would say it kinda sounds like forced like haha you're so funnyyy but that's probably a bit of a stretch đđđđđ)Edit: I think he genuinely finds that stuff funny cause he's so stupid like bone high is not that funny he just has dumb humor. Anyway another hc I have Topher does like his jokes alot and at first I van laughs along with him but then Topher laughs too much so Ivan just like stares at him
Akso the thing where he sees Topher as the leader of the group I don't think that's too serious or anything I think its just like okay ill listen to you sometimes they're still a dumb high school friend group.
ALSO THIS ISNT ME TRYING TO BE LIKE ITS BETTER THSN OTHER SHIPS OR THAT "OH THRY HAVE SO MUCH DYNAMIC" they're background characters basically I just want to point out some canon stuff! Its fine if you don't ship them who cares anyway if anyone has any tophvan hcs please comment them I love seeing tophvan stuff!!!
Also I love all the bleacher creatures I'm ocifying them too.....sorry to single out the ship I just wanted to explain stuff
Also is this reaching? Probably but they're two characters with low screen time so. Shrugs
#clone high#tophvan#Topher bus#clone high ivan the terrible#clone high Ivan#Clone high Topher#again feel free to share tophvan hcs I love tophvan#Stupid idiot bromance to me#I think they'd be kinda sweet to eachother. Sometimes. As a treatđ#THEYRE STILL DUMB DUMB IDIOTS THOUGH
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I just wanna take a moment to say thank you for always being around to chat since I don't have many to talk to about TWST. I also suck at characterization so I don't write many fics. But I was very happy when you used one of our discussions for Revel in You. I don't mind if you use our convos to write, just be sure to credit the source.
On that note: saw your smut posts. Here's an idea: Jamil celebrating his promotion to being a Housewarden.
It's Friday, there's an enormous party going on to celebrate Jamil and Kalim's new roles and the successes of the first month with this new dynamic. While Jamil is more accustomed to the spotlight, he still gets "tired out" and leaves it to Kalim to keep the party going and organize the clean up crew. After all, he's due for a more private celebration of his own.
Fun fact: for a good chunk of snake species, the male will bite the females neck to hold them down while mating.
Imagine Jamil relentlessly taking his beloved from behind, deciding they're wriggling a bit too much. Delighting in the sounds they make as he pulls them towards him by the hair, he just bites the back of their neck as his body pins them to the bed. They'll probably be annoyed by morning, but Jamil's already got some concealers beforehand.
Did I forget to mention it's a Friday, Jamil no longer has roomates, and pretty much the entire dorm is still partying to loud music several hallways away?
Also worth mentioning that, as a healthy mature couple, all of Jamil's jealousy and possessiveness is addressed in a healthy manner so the relationship never turns toxic. This statement does not apply to the bedroom.
Aww thank you, always happy to talk with you too đ Plus like, if youâd rather talk over messages sometime in addition to the asks, feel free. (And this applies to anyone else reading this post too.)
Yeah iirc I was thinking a bit if I should ask you about using that ask as a jumping off point for To Revel in You, but I figured I was using it more as inspiration rather than rewriting anything you wrote or anything like that. And that since you sent that ask in the first place, I did kinda assume it would be okay to build off it. But good to hear I wasnât wrong in thinking so, and glad you liked it.
As for characterization & writing: it really is a matter of practice, Iâd say. Plus, like, everyone is bound to interpret the characters in a different way, or focus on different aspects of them. Which can be freeing, in a way, knowing that you can bring to the table something that no one else can, certainly not in the same exact way you would.
Also I was actually thinking of asking for some writing prompts since the current wip seems to need a bit more time to marinate, and here you are with perfect timing.
So letâs see what I can do with this concept.
If it wasnât obvious: smut ahead. Written with fem / afab reader in mind but I think this could be read gender neutral as well since the only specific body detail mentioned is that reader has hair long enough for Jamil to grab.
The day - and the week, and the month - had been such a whirlwind that even Jamil had had trouble keeping up with it all.
Tonight, Jamil had basked in the praises from his dormmates, their congratulations and glowing words - and noted the cautious looks of those who still had not forgotten the events of his overblot.
He had enjoyed food that was not made by him, watched others fuss over the preparations and the serving - well, as much as he had been able to keep himself from giving direction. Still, even he had not been able to oversee every single detail, as much as he wanted to.
After all, both you and Kalim had been quite insistent, in your own ways, that this celebration should be for him, not by him.
So Jamil had danced, eaten, drank, listened, talked, so much so that now when the night was beginning to turn towards morning, he had more than had his fill.
Besides, tired as he may be of the crowd, there was still something on his agenda that he was more than happy to indulge in.
You had been teasing him with promises of a more private celebration - starting from when the party was decided on all the way to when you had been dancing together earlier - and Jamil intended to finally collect his reward.
You were outside for a moment of fresh air and quiet when Jamil found you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nipping your ear.
âI remember someone promising to be mine tonight,â he murmured, voice low and husky.
You shivered, feeling Jamilâs lips on your neck. Youâd half expected him to be too tired to turn your teasing into action. Yet, you certainly welcomed this turn of events, your own tiredness washed away by Jamilâs eager touch and his tempting whispers.
âYou know me. Always love - ahhh - spoiling you,â you said - your words turning into a gasp when Jamil licked the side of your neck.
In no time at all you found yourself in Jamilâs room - as easy as it was to be distracted by each other, you both still preferred the privacy over lingering in the common areas of the dorm.
Jamilâs mouth was hungry on yours, his hands working quickly to rid you of your clothes.
Sometimes you wondered just how much Jamil was holding back in the presence of others, for him to get so ravenous as soon as you two were alone.
Not that you were any different, pulling away that long belt from Jamilâs hips so that you could slip your hands under his shirt, your lips covering every available bit of his skin with kisses.
It was always delicious, your naked bodies tangled together. That heady feeling of each other, both of you grasping and kissing wherever you could, like you could never quite feel enough of the other.
âSo what would mister housewarden ask of me tonight?â you asked with a playful grin, nuzzling your nose against Jamilâs.
There was undeniable hunger in the way Jamil looked at you, yet also the warmth and softness of your lover that always filled your heart to the brim.
âJust all of you, albi,â Jamil murmured, pushing you down onto the mattress.
Youâd entertained ideas of a celebratory blowjob, of taking care of Jamil tonight. But if heâd rather help himself to you, you were certainly not going to say no.
A few orgasms later and Jamil was pounding into you, firmly holding onto your hips while your face was pressed onto the sheets. His cock was invading your insides so hard, so deep, leaving you nearly senseless. You jolted helplessly every time Jamil slammed his way all the way in, the pleasure bordering on pain as it shot through your nerves.
âAhhh, JamilâŚâ you whimpered, barely aware of the spot of drool youâd left on the bed.
âToo much?â Jamil muttered, one of his hands leaving your side to instead trail a soothing path along your spine.
â...No.â
It was a lot, your senses nearly overtaken by the intensity of it all - yet you didnât want anything less.
Still, you couldnât help squirming, your body twitching with every thrust, yelps and moans pushed from your throat no matter how much you tried to hold them in.
âHold still,â Jamil grunted.Â
He gathered your hair in his hand, making you gasp when he tugged. You could feel the pull on your scalp, almost like Jamil wanted to rein you in - or pull your face away from the sheets so that he could hear your cries more clearly.
âYouâre all mine tonight, arenât you? Mine to have, mine to enjoy,â Jamil breathed to your ear.
âYes, yes, yesâŚâ you whined, aroused beyond belief.
Always his, just as he is yours - but you had no time to vocalize that thought before Jamilâs weight pushed you prone on the bed.
Your gasp was cut short, turned into a sharp cry when you felt moist pressure at the back of your neck - a bite, you realized, some instinct telling you to keep still.
Not that you had much of a choice in the matter. Jamilâs hand, still gripping your hair. His mouth, latched onto your skin. His body, holding you down.
The weight of him against your back was almost suffocating, yet in a delicious way. Like you could be closer to him like this, more connected than just skin to skin contact - or penetration - could provide.
You could feel the rolling of Jamilâs hips against your backside, the way his cock was dragging along your insides. Not as harshly as before, yet intense enough to keep you trembling and whining with the little breath you could take.
And Jamilâs mouth, his teeth, never letting go. His muffled groans such a delicious sound, making you clench around him.
Such sweet torture, and you never wanted it to end.
Taglist since this turned into fic:Â @colliope @crystallizsch @diodellet @jamilsimpno69 @jamilvapologist @perilous-pasta @twstgo @cannedpickledpeaches
#twisted wonderland#jamil viper#twisted wonderland x reader#jamil viper x reader#ner talks#ner writes#chatting with folks#lex752#embarrassingly enough I still havenât read Jamilâs bday vignettes and they probably wouldâve been useful for the early parts here#but oh well it is what it is#for some reason Iâm just so used to writing smut in present tense (especially if itâs second person)#so I really kept on going back and forth with the tenses while writing#hopefully I caught all of those and got my tenses in line#but if you see something silly feel free to let me know#banged this out kinda quick as a little intermission treat#honestly just the kind of writing I was craving for for today so ty again for this ask lex!
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after some thinking, iâm going to put a pause on all my jjk wips & work on some other things <3
#thanks for all ur kindness btw#& iâm sorry if you just follow me for jjk :(#i think this is the best thing for me to do regarding my feelings around the fandom & the only way i can truly put some distance between it#which this doesnât mean iâll stop writing for it forever <33 just for at least a couple weeks !!#iâm sorry this probably seems really silly and dramatic but#i just havent been happy on tumblr :(#& i wonât change my url or theme or anything !!! just loving kento from a distance lol#love u all so very much !!!!#and i just wanted to let you know in case you think iâm dropping kento forever (im not) or youâre waiting on something#but also feel free to unfollow if you donât want to see my other work lol#iâll also probably not consume much content of it either very sorry to my jjk mooties :(((
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to all the boys i've loved before !
â genshin men receive your confession letter that you accidentally sent
he doesn't care (HE WON AT LIFE) - albedo, cyno, diluc, neuvillette, tighnari, xiao, scaramouche
His face, although one with his usual stoic expression was now screaming how God had blessed him and when you finally left, apologizing for the inconvenience and asking if he felt the same way. OF COURSE HE DID?! HE LOVES YOU MORE THAN ANYâ
"Yeah sure you're okay I guess."
Nailed it. And as your flustered face starts to run away from him, he was now thinking what place will you guys settle in? When will he buy the engagement ring. You know, the expected. After all, there was no way he would give back the heart you gave him.
teases you to oblivion - childe, itto, kaeya, kazuha, lyney, pantalone, heizou, venti, xingqiu,
"Ho ho.... so you like LIKE me?"
He was hiding his red face underneath the words of teasing and fun. Yeah, he liked you back, but where's the thrill? A letter is just... well, a letter. He wanted to hear it from you, he wanted you to say it so many times for it felt like the blood to his heart. He needed this.
And although it may look like he was not taking your confession seriously, he does. Every word you said embedded in his head, and it's a crime for him to let you forget it. He plans to make you remember that silly letter you wrote at 1:43 AM for the rest of your life.
becomes a blushing mess - bennett, chongyun, freminet, gorou, thoma, capitano
When he read the whole thing, the happiness he felt turned to nervous immediately. What do you mean you liked him? Did the manifestations worked or something? Was he finally blessed with this beautiful angel after beng miserable for so long? YOU ACTUALLY LIKE HIM?
He wanted to party! No, but what if you decided to not like him anymore? After all he had many bad qualities. He was panting, frantically, the whole area heard it. YOU heard it. Will that make you like him less? Oh god... oh god... he was sure to admiring you from afar. But this?
"U...uhm I-I also feel the same way..." And with that he ran for his life.
thinks you guys are now married - alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, kaveh, zhongli, wriothesley
Oh so you like him? When's the wedding? He was now thinking of a designer for your wedding fits. After all, his partner deserves the very best. Do you want to be child free? Is there a need for him to make a planned parenthood account? What will your retirement plan be? Do you plan to be buried with him or separate? Thoughts like these raced through his mind.
The letter gripped by his hand, you were afraid to be rejected. And when you were about to speak and confront the silence he moved and folded the paper and put it in his pocket. Next time, it will definitely be a ring.
"See you at 5, sweetheart."
#albedo x reader#neuvillette x reader#lyney x reader#kazuha x reader#itto x reader#freminet x reader#wriothesley x reader#kaveh x reader#kaeya x reader#alhaitham x reader#xingqiu x reader#ayato x reader#childe x reader#baizhu x reader#bennett x reader#chongyun x reader#capitano x reader#pantalone x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin x y/n#genshin impact x reader
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don't talk about it á°áŠ j.sc
warnings. smut, best friend!sungchan, roommate!sungchan, arguing, it's a dumb argument but you are fighting this man, physical fighting, just shoving nothing crazy but a physical altercation starts this all, unprotected sex, hair pulling, some angst? idk if i missed something let me know! i also did not proofread this because i got out 5k words in one night which is crazy for me. anyways, enjoy!
wc. 5k
summary. your best friend embarrasses you in front of your campus crush. so, of course, you decide to fight with him in the living room and learn some interesting things about him in the process.
Sungchan had always been stupidly large, in your opinion.
He was so large that you couldnât resist the urge to playfully test his strength, curious to see how his fit frame would react to your playful jabs or if he would sway with a gentle nudge. He would playfully push you back, never with full force, but these light-hearted scuffles became a regular part of your friendship. It was a source of joy, a shared silliness, it meant everything.
Except for the times it did.
âYouâre so stupid sometimes, oh my god!â You shouted at your so-called âbest friend,â shoving hard into his chest. This shove wasnât like the ones you usually gave him. This one was harsh and mean. There was not a semblance of anything alluding to happiness on your face as you looked up at Sungchan with knitted brows and parted lips, shoving hard into his firm chest once again, this time with a shout of frustration.
If weâre being honest, you two have been drinking. Itâs not like youâre shitfaced and neither is he, but the alcohol is just enough to make the world blurry at the edges and your words harsher than you typically allow them to be. His chest, solid as a boulder beneath your pushing palms, doesn't yield like it usually would during your fond roughhousing. He stands firm, his expression teetering between annoyance and worry.
"Stop it," he gruffly says, grabbing your wrists mid-shove. Just like that, the playful laughter that usually echoes between you two gets choked in the tension-filled silence. You try to yank your hands-free, but his grip is firm yet gentle. He was never rough with you, even when the fights turned serious like this. It was a rarity for things to turn nasty, but sometimes Sungchan was so oblivious you couldnât stop yourself from lashing out at him, especially with a few mixed drinks in your system.
âLet go,â You snapped. Sungchan leans in with a tilt of his head, letting out a âHm?â as he does so, challenging you.
âChill out first.â That did the exact opposite of chill you out. You hated it when he took that tone of voice with you, as if you were some child that needed to be put into a timeout.Â
There were many things you loved about Sungchan: His kindness, his dedication to anything he sets his mind to, his eyes, you loved a lot about Sungchan, but there were many things you couldnât stand about him. He was oblivious to the simplest of social cues, he got loud when he was drunk, and the way he comforted people was an absolute joke. If you hadnât known him for more than half your life and shared an apartment with him, you wouldâve ditched him when you two graduated high school.
But you didnât. Now, youâre stuck with a big, dumb roommate who loves telling the men you like that you like them. God, Wonbin was never going to talk to you again after the scene Sungchan caused trying to get him to give you his number. You still can feel the embarrassment hot in your veins, making you lurch forward and finally give his chest a shove that makes him stumble a few steps.
âI wonât chill out! I wonât! What you did was fucking rude!â You yelled, pointing a finger in his face to punctuate your words and get your point across. Sungchan scoffed, turning his head away from you, but you could see his tongue press against the inside of his cheek, making the skin push out slightly. It was a habit of his you had noticed when you two went to parties together in college. Itâs what he does when heâs annoyed and holding himself back, beating someoneâs ass. Itâs a rare occasion for Sungchan to beat someoneâs ass, but when it did happen, it was always deserved. Typically, it would be a drunk guy who wanted to buck up to the biggest guy at the party, a one-sided battle of masculinity that Sungchan always won, no matter who came up to him. Youâve only seen Sungchan throw a punch twice in your entire friendship.
Once, when you were in high school, and the last time was at a party during your junior year of college when a man put his hands on you despite you telling him to fuck off. The other times, he had simply told you about when youâd see him in the kitchen with littered bruises on his body. You think about that night more often than youâd like to admit. Sungchan didnât hesitate to throw a punch for you, knocking the man clean out by the time he was done with him. It lit a fire in you that youâre not proud to admit. There was just something in his eyes that rubbed your brain right. You would never admit it, but were desperate to see that look again. You wanted to see him angry, to watch him lose control no matter how fucked up it sounds.
âGet your hand out of my face,â Sungchan told you firmly, looking you in the eyes to get his point across, but you werenât deterred. You step closer to him, finger still in his face.
âNo. Not until you apologize. Admit it was rude. You were rude.â
âI wasnât fucking rude,â Sungchan argues, swatting your hand down when you donât move it from his face. You bring it back up without a care of the consequences, resulting in a game of him swatting your hand down every time you bring it up.
You two look stupid. Thank God this is in the privacy of your living room.
âYou had no right-â
âYou were never going to talk to him if I didnât! Youâre a chicken-â
âIâm not a fucking chickenââOh my god, donât call me a bird.â
âYouâre such a fucking chicken, dude. Do you remember how long it took you to even talk to Shotaro? Months. âTook you months to even say hi to him, and thatâs because-â
âShut up.â
âThatâs because I had to step it! I was the one to get you to talk to him!â Sungchan continued with a shit-eating grin, voice picking up volume as he leaned down to get closer to you as if you couldnât hear him clear enough, pointing to himself like he had won some kind of award. Your already flushed cheeks begin to heat up when you remember the Shotaro incident of 2022. He always brought up Shotaro, and even if it was just to pick on you playfully, it still struck a nerve. You were more shy than Sungchan ever was, always letting him start the conversations or introduce you to new people. Half of your friends are Sungchanâs friends; half of the people youâve dated are because Sungchan knew them first. Every connection in your life could be traced back to Sungchan, which drove you insane.
âNow, you want to talk all this shit because you got embarrassed I had to step in again and help you get some dick,â Sungchan pressed, his grin turning into a smirk as he nodded at his words, feeling them in his being because theyâre true. You stared at him with contempt, teeth grinding as your fists balled up tightly. âYou should be thanking me. Youâre so ungrateful for everything-â
You lunged at him. You swear you donât have control of your body when you do it, you just throw your entire weight into his chest and hope for the best. Sungchan let out an âOof!â sound when you collided with him, staggering back and hitting the ground with you on top of him. You act as if you two are playfully wrestling, but none of your movements have an ounce of playfulness in them. You straddled his hips firmly as you shoved at his hands harshly to get them away from grabbing you. You knew once he got his hands on you, it was over. Heâd flip you two over, and itâd be done. You couldnât let him win this. You couldnât do it. You had to prove it to him.
You donât know what it was, but you had to prove it.
You grab his hair tightly, jerking his head off the carpet to distract him, tugging hard on the brown locks. Sungchan lets out a yelp that sounds pathetic. His eyes squeezed shut as his large hands wrapped around your wrist to try and pull you off of him.
âNot fair-â He started. You shake his head, eliciting another yelp from him.
âShut up. Shut the fuck up,â You spat at him, shaking him again. His face contorted in pain and confusion, groaning softly as he did what you told him for once. You couldnât believe he actually listened. Truthfully, you didnât think youâd get this far. Youâre not exactly sure what to do next. So, you shake his head again, making him hiss when you tugged harder on his locks. âCanât fucking stand you, you know that? Youâre such a jerk sometimes. Just big, stupid, and taking up space.â You shake his head around with every word, watching him drop his hands and put them up in front of him in faux surrender, but he doesnât say anything. He only whined and grunted when you pulled on his hair harder than usual.
You waited for him to spit something back at you, to call you a coward, to say you needed him, but nothing but pants left his plush lips. You furrow your brows in confusion at his silence. Sungchan was never quiet. You shake him again.
âHello? Say something!â You shake his head again, this time back and forth. You wonât lie. It was fun to have him like this. He acted like some kind of puppet that you were the master of, pulling him around in whichever direction you wanted him to go in, and he just took it. Sungchan sighed in defeat, keeping his eyes shut tightly.
âMy dick just twitched.âÂ
Oh.
âExcuse me?â You couldnât think of anything else to say. Your hands, which had been roughly pulling at Sungchan's hair, suddenly freeze. Your heart pounds in your chest as you gaze down at him, cocking a brow at him. His face is flushed a deep crimson, though whether from embarrassment or something else, you can't tell.
"I said," he starts again, much slower this time, swallowing hard, "My... my dick just twitched."
You blink at his repeated confession, not expecting him to repeat the words. Thereâs a tension growing between the two of you that youâve never felt before, making your throat dry as you stare at Sungchanâs embarrassed face, watching his chest rise and fall as he pants beneath you. Flashes of what heâd look like without his shirt flash in your brain, wondering what sounds heâd make as you sink down on him, how his eyes would look, how the muscles would ripple under hisââJesus Christ, get it together, girl. You remind yourself, clearing your throat down at him.
âLikeâŚSeriously?â Sungchan nods at your dry words, opening his eyes slowly to look up at you. A switch in your brain is flipped when you see his big brown eyes. He looks utterly pathetic like this, hair in your hand revealing his forehead, eyes pleading for something silent, and lips in a perfect soft pout. You wanted to take his picture like the actual definition of pitiful.
You chuckle at him, shaking him again and tugging his hair hard to see if it really did anything for him. He whines again, shutting his eyes as his hands lurch towards your hips, holding tightly with a sharp breath through his teeth. You smirk at his reaction, raising your brows in slight shock it was this easy to get him going. Maybe it was the alcohol, you think. Youâve seen Sungchan shove his tongue down girlsâ throats just mere minutes after he met them, but this is you. Youâre his best friend, his roommate, the girl who beat his ass for talking to her crush for her. You know youâre pretty, and Sungchan is just a man, but youâre still caught off guard by it all.
Your palm still cradled his scalp, thumb lazily tracing small circles at the base of his hairline. Sungchanâs hands on your hips squeeze gently, fingers digging into your flesh just a bit more than necessary and causing a shiver to wind its way up your spine.
Without thinking, you leaned forward and claimed Sungchan's lips in a rough, desperate kiss. His taste was different than any guy you've ever kissed - salty with a hint of beer and lime from the drink he had tonight. You wrapped your hand tightly around the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer to you as your other hand found its way under his shirt to feel his warm skin. You didn't let up when he moaned into your mouth, feeling your touch while he tentatively kissed you back. Your anger turned into desperation quickly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, tasting him fully now. His lips were soft and plush against yours as they parted slightly to let you in further. You moaned the moment your tongues slid together, digging your nails into his toned chest as he pressed in further, sucking softly on the slick muscle in your mouth.
Sungchan's hands moved up your body, gripping your waist and still pulling you closer. The fabric of your shirt scratching against his rough palms made you shiver with anticipation for more contact. You grind down on him out of instinct, feeling the bulge in his pants grow as he groans against your mouth, wanting more from both of you. His scent filled your senses - a mix of sweat and cologne and something uniquely Sungchan that made you want more.
The sound of his rhythmic grunts filled the room, a mix of desire and surprise in every breath he took. His fingers dug into your skin through your shirt, and you moaned into his mouth once more. Your breath hitched when he bit down on your lower lip gently, making you gasp and whimper into the kiss before breaking it, desperate for air. You gasp softly when you part, watching with hazy eyes as he pants as well, lips slick with spit and typically wide eyes heavy with lust.
You tug at his shirt, nodding before he has any time to say something that will kill the mood.
âTake it off.â
And he listens like a dog, pushing himself up and pulling his white T-shirt over his head, tossing it aside before wrapping his arms around your torso and pulling you flush against him. There are no thoughts in your head right now, only Sungchan, touching Sungchan, kissing Sungchan, fucking SungchanââHoly shit, you were totally going to fuck Sungchan. That hits you harder than you thought it would. Youâve thought about it before. How could you not? Heâs beautiful, kind, and built like a God. Of course, you thought about fucking Sungchan. It was nothing like this, however. Typically, you thought of him having your face pressed into the mattress, back arched, and fucking you from behind like he was getting paid. You wouldâve never guessed youâd be on top, but itâs not like you canât get into it for Sungchan. Youâd do anything for Sungchan.
"Are you sure?" Sungchan whispers against the skin of your neck, his hands finding your hips again to steady you against him, his bare chest warm and firm. You're taken aback for a moment, not expecting the question. But then you realize that heâs always been considerate, even when heâs on the verge of losing control.
"Yeah," you say firmly, the word slipping out without thought and causing heat to flare in Sungchan's eyes.
Without hesitation, you reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head swiftly. The cool air hits your skin, making goosebumps spread across your chest and arms. Sungchan's eyes widen as he takes you in, his gaze making you feel exposed and powerful. You struggle to pull your jeans off, having to crawl off of him to kick them off in haste. You hate how desperate you look but canât bring yourself to care. Sungchan rolls on his side when you crawl off of him, lingering towards you like a lost puppy. His eyes watch as more of your skin is revealed to him, letting out a groan when he sees the smooth skin of your thighs.
Before you have the chance to climb back on top of him, he leans in, kissing the side of your thigh with a moan. You let out a gasp in shock but watched him with parted lips, threading your hands through his hair again as he dragged his lips all over the expanse of your thigh, leaving a trail of glistening spit as he did. He grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him roughly, making you fall back onto the carpet with another gasp. You donât argue for once; you are too invested in what Sungchan will do next, even if you care.
His lips pepper kisses across the inside of your thighs, nipping at the sensitive skin with deep breaths as he inched closer and closer to your core.
He licks his lips as he hooks a long finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. A moan leaves his lips when he sees your pussy for the first time, looking down at it like heâs looking at a coveted piece of art. You watch him closely, ears turning pink as he lifts two fingers to his lips, licking the tips of them before bringing them down between your legs to rub circles into your clit. His gaze stays on your cunt, watching how the pretty pink flesh moves beneath his fingers, biting his bottom lip when he hears you let out a whine, seeing your thighs tremble at just the slightest touch. Finally, his dark gaze lifts to meet yours.
With his eyes trained on yours, he presses a long finger inside you. A sigh leaves your lips as your eyes flutter shut, gripping the carpet with one hand while the other dug into your side, biting your bottom lip as he pressed another finger inside. You moan this time, feeling your walls begin to stretch for him. You hear him groan quietly, making your eyes open. Youâre immediately met with his gaze that never left your face. He looks like heâs in a trance, staring at you like youâre the most beautiful thing heâs ever seen. You canât tell how it makes you feel, but you feel hot, like youâre boiling from the inside out. It aches, but itâs so intoxicating that you want more of it.
You whimper at how his fingers slickly slide out, then back in, watching him get lost in the sight of your reactions. Youâre so wet for him. Itâs almost embarrassing how wet you got so quickly. You swallow thickly as your chest rises and falls with each pant. His eyes stay on your face as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow circles that make you shiver with a choked-out moan. His free hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back slightly, forcing your lips apart to look deeply into your eyes as he watches you crumble under him.
Feeling emboldened, Sungchan takes his fingers out of you slowly, letting out a long moan when they leave you empty. He lays a line of sweet pecks against your inner thighs, leaving tiny bites and nips on the soft flesh until he reaches the hem of his boxers. With a breathy "Fuck," he tugs them down enough to reveal his hard cock pressing against the fabric. You gulp as it springs from its confines, averting your eyes momentarily before snapping them back up to challenge his gaze. His thick length twitches with anticipation before he guides it towards you, slick with pre-cum leaking from the tip. Your heart stops for a beat before racing wildly in your chest again.
"Wrap your legs around me," Sungchan orders softly, not breaking eye contact even when you hesitate for a second before obeying. He grunts when he feels your folds pressing against his cock, pushing inside without a momentâs hesitation. He slides in so easily, groaning at how smooth the glide inside you is. He sounds as beautiful as he looks, making you moan as well. The way his cock splits your walls apart for him is delicious, to say the least, as a euphoria fills your veins as your walls spasm around him with another moan, this one airier than the one before.
âFuck,â Sungchan curses, fingers digging into the carpet next to your head as he looks down at where your bodies were connected before back at your face. You two lock eyes again, making your heart hammer in your chest harder than before. Still, you meet his gaze with a quiet whimper, hands wrapping around his strong biceps as you bat your lashes at him.
âFeels good, Sungie?â You ask in a too-sweet voice. You rarely whip out for him unless you ask for a favor, like getting something off the top shelf or making him finish your short answer response questions because you donât want to. Sungchan would do anything for you, and youâd do anything for Sungchan. He takes a deep breath at your tone, lips curling into a smirk before he bites his bottom lip, nodding.
Then, his hips roll into yours.
Sungchan's thick cock feels even better than you could have ever imagined, stretching you wide and fulfilling you completely. His hips roll into yours slowly, making you moan and whine beneath him with each gentle thrust. The way he fills you up is mind-numbing, his smirk turning into a grimace as he leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.
Your walls clamp down on him at the contact, purposely trying to get more friction between the two of you. Sungchan groans against your lips, slipping his hands under your back and lifting you up onto his lap effortlessly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling his hard chest pressed against yours. Your heart pounds in your chest as he starts to fuck you properly now, eyes closing at the sensation that washes over you. You swear you can feel his heartbeat against your chest, but you convince yourself youâre just dreaming it.
You feel every inch of him inside of you, making your walls tighten around him with every snap of his hips into yours. A tiny sob leaves your lips when he hits that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You dig your nails into the flesh of his shoulders, jaw-dropping and eyes rolling back at how your body moves like a rag doll and at how sharply his hips snap up into you. He groans into your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin before sucking softly to soothe it with his tongue. You can't help but shudder in his lap; this feels so good that it hurts. His hands hold you in place, one on your waist and the other cradling the back of your head as he takes rough control of the kiss again, teeth scraping against soft skin with every thrust. He pants against your lips, moaning your name softly and how good you make him feel. It's all too much for you; all too real with Sungchan, yet so not real. Youâre fucking your roommate on your living room floorââYouâre fucking your best friend on your living room floor.
Your hands find their way into his hair again, holding onto him tightly as he continues to fuck into you like your his, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck and over your collarbone. You mewl at the feeling, arching your back into his chest as he hits that sweet spot inside you once more. You could feel the warmth spreading through your veins, making you dizzy with need. The room spins around you as he thrusts harder, faster, deeper into your already aching pussy. His moans mix with yours, their tongues meeting in a messy kiss that speaks volumes about how much you both want this.
Your legs quiver as he takes control of the situation, fingers digging into your skin softly before trailing up to caress your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. You let out a strangled cry when he pinches at one of your nipples roughly, making you moan into his mouth even more, looking down to watch him work with a breath through your teeth. Your hands' card through the hair on the back of his head, eyes shutting to focus solely on the pleasure coursing through your veins with every drag of Sungchanâs cock against your walls.
"Sun-Sungchan," you whimper. The sound of his name on your lips is like music to his ears. Your body is sweaty and flushed, a beautiful sight for him to feast his eyes upon. He growls lowly when he finally meets your gaze again, heat pooling in your lower belly at the raw desire he displays.
âYouâre so fucking good, baby. âShouldâve fucked you soon, hm?â Sungchan groans, his voice creased with effort as he continues to pound into you. You canât help but respond with a needy whimper, skin burning under his touch as you nod your head dumbly. You feel him everywhere, and it's overwhelming - the way heâs stretched you wide open, the way he feels pushing deep inside of you, the way his hands are holding you in place as if afraid that you'll slip away from underneath him.
Your heart beats furiously against your chest, matching rhythm with the throbbing ache between your legs. You're close, too close, but not quite there yet. Sungchan seems to sense your growing desperation, the flash of triumph in his eyes telling you he knows exactly what he's doing to you. He reaches down and begins rubbing slow circles on your clit again, thumb pressing against the sensitive nub just enough to make you cry out in pleasure.
âYou gonna cum for me?â He whispers against your throat, teeth dipping into your soft flesh, causing a sharp gasp from your lips. You nod frantically in response, words failing you as white-hot pleasure courses through your veins. He laughs softly - a dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine.
The way you melt against him is intoxicating. He grunts, unable to think straight as he feels his own orgasm building up. His hips move even faster, his cock sliding in and out of your welcoming heat with each thrust. He groans against your skin, panting heavily as he fucks you like itâs his last dying will, wet sounds filling the room that mixes with your pants and moans. You squeeze your eyes shut at the sounds youâre making, cheeks growing more read because of it. Sex is so embarrassing sometimes.
He pulls away from your neck just a little to look into your eyes, panting heavily as they roll back in pleasure. Sungchan's lips curl into a smirk at seeing how lost you get. Your walls tighten around his cock once again as you cum around him, making Sungchan's eyes roll back into his head and tilt his head back with a melodic groan that has you moaning as well. You feel him tremble beneath you as he finally cums inside of you, making you smirk softly as your hands run up and down his back.
You throw your head back and cry out his name, orgasm hitting you hard and fast like a freight train. He watches as you finally hit your peak, jaw-dropping at how gorgeous you look when you feel good. Your walls clamp down around him, and your muscles spasm in ecstasy; even through the haze of pleasure, you feel every drop of his cum spilling into you, the heat of it searing into your core. Your body convulses and shivers under the onslaught of pleasure, your voice breaking on Sungchan's name.Â
Sungchan stays still for a moment longer, his cock still buried deep inside of you. His chest heaves against yours, ragged gasps filling the space between your sated bodies. He blinks slowly, his gaze holding yours captive as he pants out your name. You take his face into his hands with a deep breath, leaning in and kissing his lips without a second though. He moans into the kiss, holding your wrists gently as he does so.
You both stay like that for a while. Bodies joined together in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. The only sounds in the room are your gasping breaths and the rapid beat of your heart pounding in sync. Cautiously, Sungchan pulls out of you gently, making your pussy squeeze around nothing instinctively at the loss, a soft whimper leaving your lips.
He rolls off to one side, pulling you with him so that you're tucked against his side. His arm wraps around you and keeps you close to him, fingers dancing along your sweaty skin lightly. Neither of you speak for long moments, too wrapped up in trying to regain control of your breathing and coming down from your highs even to fathom thinking of words right now.
Eventually, though, Sungchan breaks the silence with a soft whisper, "You okay?"
Your lips twitch into a tired smile against his chest, pressing a small kiss there before nodding. "Yeah," you huff out after a moment, "That wasâŚ"
"Crazy," he finishes for you, making you shut your eyes with a laugh, nodding in agreement.
âYeahâŚThat was crazy,â You whisper, moving your head to rest on his chest to soak up more of his warmth. Your cheek squishes against his chest as you lay there, looking down at his spent cock resting against his thigh. It hits you that youâre both naked and just had sex on your living room floor. This calls for a conversation at the least but you canât drag yourself to start it, completely spent from what just occurred.
So, instead, you close your eyes.
Youâll deal with it in the morning.
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shower talk.
deadpool (wade wilson) x f!reader
wc: 750 (drabble)
tags! established relationship, sexual & murder references (duh)
notes! wade brainrot is so bad idk, logan fic coming soon pls forgive me
wade often barges into the bathroom while youâre in the shower just to sit on the toilet seat and rant about the mission he just went on, or even to ask what takeout you want for dinner. couldnât it wait until you had clothes on? sure, but he wants to talk to you now.
unexpectedly, you decide to take a page out of his playbook.
youâve just walked in the door after your 9-5, throwing your keys and bag haphazardly across the room in frustration. you spy the familiar rumpled up red and black suit on the floor, wade was home. you had complained last week about deadpool tracking blood into the apartment after his âwork.â it seemed your boyfriend had listened and obliged. if it werenât for your bad day, the image of him cupping his crotch as he scrambled naked into the bathroom wouldâve made you smile.
you hear the water still running, but you finally understand how wade feels, this canât wait. you open the bathroom door and throw the toilet lid down, unsure if wade even heard you enter over the sound of his own voice belting hall and oatesâ greatest hits.
you sit down and let out an overdramatic sigh. your boyfriendâs voice quiets down halfway through âout of touchâ
âhoney bear? youâre home! these stab wounds will heal in about two minutes then you can join me. i know how you feel about seeing intestines, and i donât want to make you gagâŚwell scratch that i do sometimesââ
âi fucking hate men.â
you hear the sound of the shower curtain opening slightly, and wadeâs head peaks out, looking at you with wide eyes, âwoah language, babydoll! you know degradation turns me on.â his head tilts to the side, noticing the distress written on your face âbut i have a feeling this isnât about meâŚâ
you spare him a narrowed glance, then watch as his head disappears. the curtain closes and you hear the water hit skin again as he resumes his shower. heâs giving you time to speak. remarkable.
âyou remember that guy i told you about? the one that gave me major creep vibes? and was just an all around dick?â
you get a hum in response, and you canât see it, but you know wade is physically biting his tongue so he doesnât say anything. itâs endearing in a way.
you rub your face with your hands, the memory of what youâre about to say lights the fire of anger again, âwell. guess who got that promotion i was being eyed for? iâll give you a hint, itâs not someone with a vagina! and on top of that, i saw him try to look under my skirt as i was leaving! that fuck.â
you almost regretted telling him that last part, knowing where this was going. but your mind was clouded by frustration, and the water was already turned off. the rings screech against the metal shower rod as wade throws the curtain open, reaching over your head for a towel. âokay sweet thing. where does this cock suck and fuck live?â
your eyes catch a glimpse of red turning pink as it swirled into the tub drain. you shake your head, suddenly realizing the severity of what your mercenary boyfriend was implying. âno no babe please itâs not that serious! and you just got home. not to mention if people found out, youâd get in so much trouble all because of something silly that happened to me andââ
a long finger is placed over your lips. youâre eye level with wadeâs v line, partially covered by the towel now wrapped around his waist. you trail your eyes upward, locking them with the one who interrupted your rambling.
âshhh. nonsense kitten. now. youâre going to tell me this guyâs address, and iâm going to go out forâŚâ wade uses his free arm to look at a make believe watch, âhmm, about an hour. while iâm gone, youâre going to change out of this sexy pantsuit. then have a glass of wine, and touch yourself while you think of me fondly. iâll grab dinner on the way home. yes?â
when you nod with wide eyes in agreement, he removes his finger, bending down to meet your face, âatta girl.â he praises as his lips graze your own, kiss light as a feather. he clears his throat then, patting your cheek a few times as he stands up to walk out of the bathroom. whistling as if murder was all in a dayâs work (you suppose for him it is)
you sit there stunned, wondering if you just got your coworker murderedâŚ.and why you were so turned on.
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âI have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?âÂ
You tilt your head at Lando as he slides back into his seat across from you, curious. He looks uncharacteristically serious. âWhat, did your card get declined or something?âÂ
âThatâsâuh, excuse me? No.â Lando scoffs, scrunching his nose at you at the same time as he flips you off playfully. âMy card did not decline, thank you very much. Iâll say it again, good news or bad news first?âÂ
âGood news first, always,â You insist firmly.Â
Lando sighs, propping his elbows up on the table. âGood news, you got a free meal on me again. Bad news, there's a whole crowd of cameras and fans outside the restaurant right now and no way out the back.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Even just thinking about having to push through the whole gaggle of paparazzi outside has an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. You know you should be used to it by now, seeing as youâve been with Lando for a while and known him even longer, but itâs not something you go through on a regular basis. Youâve tried your very best to avoid it, really.Â
Without him, nobody notices you. You can blend in with others and not have to worry about whether or not your life is being looked at through a microscope.Â
With him, you feel thrust into the spotlight. Even though you know theyâre not here for you, theyâre here for him, it doesnât seem like anyone cares so long as they get a picture of Lando. Of course, not all of the fans are like that, but in your experience, things can get out of hand very quickly.Â
âIâm sorry, love. I know how much you hate crowds.âÂ
âUm, yeah, itâs alright. I can handle it.â Your voice sounds breathy, even to you, and Lando takes notice, his brow creasing in concern.Â
âYou sure? I can leave now and you can wait here til it all dies down. I promise Iâll circle back for you,â He offers, tilting his head. He reaches across the table to take your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Half of you wants to play it safe and take him up on the offer. It would be easier on yourself to take that route.Â
At the same time, you donât want to hide anymore. The greater part of you feels like it's about time you mustered up the courage to embrace the very thing that makes you nervous. Lando has to do it everyday, surely you can handle it once.Â
âNo. Weâll leave together,â You decide, firmer this time. He smiles and stands from his seat, ever a gentleman as he helps you up from your own seat. Your previous confidence takes a rather large blow when you get to the waiting area of the restaurant and actually see just how large the crowd outside is. You stop suddenly.
âIâve got you,â He says softly. âI wonât let go of you.âÂ
âPromise?âÂ
Lando holds out his pinky towards you in a silent promise, a pre race tradition youâve adopted to help him settle his nerves before a race. You study his completely sincere expression for a few moments before letting out a sharp exhale through your nose, hooking your pinky around his. Both of you bring your linked hands up to your mouth, kissing the side of your fists to seal the promise.Â
A silly gesture from way back in his karting days, but the significance it holds now is set in stone.Â
âOkay. Okay, fuck, letâs get this over with!â His fingers slide into yours now, squeezing your hand reassuringly just for good measure.Â
It feels like a full body assault on all your senses coming from all sides the moment you step outside. Flashing cameras, screaming fans, being jostled around even as Lando pushes through the crowd first to try to clear the way for you. You make the mistake of looking out into the crowd instead of keeping your head down like him, and instantly youâre blinded by a series of photos being snapped inches in front of your face.Â
You canât see a thing anymore, vision swimming with white spots no matter how much you blink to try to get rid of them. You stumble on the uneven cobblestones, and Landoâs grip on your hand tightens, his other arm slipping around your waist to steady you before you trip again.Â
âIâve got you, donât worry,â He says into your ear, holding you close. Heâs the only thing keeping you from panicking, your anchor in the ocean of people as he forges on towards the car waiting at the edge of the sidewalk. âHere, step up. Yeah, thatâs it, grab there. Watch your head.âÂ
You scramble into the backseat of the car as quickly as you can so Lando can climb in after you. The door slams shut, and all that remains is silence. No more clamoring, no more screaming, just the rumble of the car under you and the telltale lurch that youâve started to move.Â
Collapsing back against the headrest, you laugh, high pitched and disbelieving.Â
âAre you alright?â Landoâs voice sounds strained, tinged with concern, and his hand squeezes yours again. âAll in one piece? All your limbs still attached?â
âHa ha. Very funny. Iâm okay, I just canât really see anything right now,â You sigh. Your vision is still fuzzy, even in the darkness of the car. If you focus hard enough, you can kind of make out faint outlines of your surroundings, but you know itâll be a bit until youâll be seeing things clearly again. Lando makes a worried sound, and you're sure if you could see him his head would be cocked to the side, brows pinched in the middle. âJust the flashing cameras, probably. Now I know why you wear sunglasses everywhere you go.âÂ
He laughs then, giggles at you like you've said something absolutely hilarious. âI told you why I always have them on me! Did you think I was joking?âÂ
âNo, I just always thought you were being a douchebag.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âOnly douchebags wear glasses indoors, Lando. And blind people, but you're not blind.âÂ
âYou might be after this,â He snickers. You shove him with a huff. Well, your smack hits something firm and he yelps, so you assume itâs him. âOw, jesusâfine, Iâm sorry. That was rude of me. I shouldn't be making fun of blind people.âÂ
âYou shouldnât be making fun of me! Why didnât you bring them today?âÂ
âI did!â He insists. âI justâŚleft them right here on the seat. Whoopsies.â
âWhoopsies.âÂ
The car returns you to Landoâs building, and thankfully by then your vision has returned so you can make your way up to his floor on your own. Landoâs gone quiet on the elevator ride up, which is a bit uncharacteristic of him. After a good meal like the one youâve just had, usually heâs talking about how he wants to dive into bed and sleep for ten years. This time, he just stares at the changing numbers above the door silently.Â
He wanders to the couch as soon as you get into the apartment, whereas you make your way over to the kitchen to grab some water. You grab a glass from the cabinet, not turning around as you ask, âWater, Lan?âÂ
âDo you ever regret it?â Lando sounds small, unsure. You freeze, wait for him to keep going, but he doesnât. Confused, you turn around with the glass still in hand to see him not even looking at you, instead focusing hard on picking at a loose thread at the edge of his sleeve.Â
He fiddles when heâs upset, something youâd learned quite early on in just being around him. Heâs actually quite easy to read, really. Or maybe itâs just because you love him so much youâve become attuned to his body language, what he does when heâs sad, mad, and everything in between.Â
You give an acknowledging noise for him to elaborate, and he drops the thread, finally looking up at you. âBeing with me.âÂ
âNow why would you ever think that?â Youâre the concerned one now, rushing over to sit beside him on the cushions.Â
He shrugs, letting his shoulders drop heavily. âI dunno, justâŚeverything that comes with me, itâs a lot to deal with, yâknow? Sometimes I wonder if you wish my life wasn't soâŚpublic all the time.âÂ
You take Landoâs face in your hands firmly, tilting his chin up so he's looking directly at you. âI will gladly take you and everything you come with. No matter what it is. I never want you to doubt that, my love.â
âI donât,â He says softly, a flicker of a smile gracing his face. âHow did I ever get so lucky with you?âÂ
âI think it was the knobby knees and giant head that really made young me go, yeah, I want that one. I think the sentiment still stands too.âÂ
Lando's smile disppears. Now he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're mean. You're mean and I hate you."
"That was for making fun of me earlier!"
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I think I'd be an avatar of the Eye (I LOVE learning new stuff) or the Spiral (im just funky like that)
I think I'd probably give a statement on the Corruption (I'm currently writing a fan statement on it B] )
ok wait im curious-
which tma entity do you think youd be an avatar of and which do you think youd give a statement on
#cheerios reblogs >:)#prev >#i am cringe but i am free#tma#just me rambling again#this is like. the hogwarts house or chb cabin for this fandom#and like! its gotta be legit it cant just be which one you think youd most want to encounter or be affiliated with#like it has to be genuinely considering your interests and things youre drawn to /#like it has to be genuinely considering your interests and things youre drawn to and have been drawn to / fears that would unsettle you#to like a very specific high degree and hobbies or things you do thatd cause you to have to face it#once again this is probably cringe as hell but idc#i feel kinda like how i did in relation to fandom stuff in middle school rn but its making my brain happy so. i dont give a shit#like one of my friends at first thought would probably be somehow related to the spiral but on more thought n after talking we decided#he would definitely be an avatar of the eye and have an encounter with the stranger! or another friend would be an avatar of the stranger#but would honestly probably give a statement or at least be most afraid of the web! i just think its neat i mean none of the friends ive#rambled to abt this silly little podcast actually have listened to it but its still so very fun to let brain go brbrbrbbrr and explain#things and talk abt plot stuff w them i think (usually pretty boy more than anything that poor dude has to deal w so many rambles)#i think for me we came to the conclusion of avatar of the spiral (fractals and spiraling stuff make brain brbrbrbrbr + hyperfixated#on optical illusions for a good portion of my childhood + deep longing to confuse people + just how i am abt the concept of madness)#(also just a deep love for distorted imagery and audio god anything with audio distorions makes my brain so very brbrbrbrbrbr)#(i feel like this explains my Unnormal Unnormalcore feelings abt mr michael distortion himself)#and one of my friends said they think id give a statement on the corruption which i think honestly makes a lot of sense?#im very outdoorsy and love dirt and being in nature and im usually chill w bugs n shit but the thing they suggested was like.#i seem like i would pry open a rotting log just to see whats there and there would be worms or smth (which shouldnt bother me) but#like theres way too many of them or something about them just sets off the creepy crawly what the hell freak out part of my brain#and i was like shit dude that makes sense bc i feel like a lot of the time peoples statements they start off with like oh yeah btw this#thing has never scared me im chill with this thing or this is common w a hobby i like BUT THIS ONE TIME. IT WAS BAD.#anyways im hyperfixated and know more than i should about the workings and concepts despite having just finished episode 52#like i know the gist of the fears n shit and can put together stuff n see patterns but i genuinely dont know shit abt the actual plot#so like
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I absolutely adore your roommate James series! Itâs so tender and soft and sweet and it feels like the literary version of a hug đ you nail it every time!
Thank you sweetness!!! I am giving you a hug actually <3
cw: threatening with a weapon
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 â part 4 âpart 5 â part 6 â part 7 â part 8 â part 9 â part 10 âpart 11 â part 12 â part 13
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Things have come to a point where James needs to admit to himself that he likes you as more than a friend.Â
The problem is, he likes you as a friend so much. Heâs no stranger to the dilemma of risking a friendship for something more, but heâs not a teenager anymore and youâre not Lily. James knows he wouldnât be able to play it off as a silly, harmless crush with you. And, really, he wouldnât want to. You bully your way into his thoughts all day long. Your sweet voice, the way you talk with your eyes, tiny moments like the way your lips parted when heâd first slipped and called you sweetheart. Youâd schooled your expression into teasing exasperation almost immediately, but there had been a softening in your eyes that made him impatient to do it again.
If he told you all that, James would probably come home to find all your things gone. You can barely handle it when he tells you you look nice. He doesnât want to lose you.Â
So, against his wishes and all his instincts and proclivities, heâs going to let it lie. James wants to be your friend more than he wants to discover what else you could be together. He can love you this way, too.Â
That doesnât do anything to deaden the thrill that goes up his spine when he picks up his phone and hears your voice on the other end, though.
âJames?âÂ
âY/n?â He checks the number on his phone. Itâs not in his contacts.Â
âYeah. Um, are youâare you busy?â Thereâs a wobble in your voice. Jamesâ heart drops straight down to his stomach.Â
âIâm not,â he says, stopping short of the field where his teammates are gathering and turning back towards his car. âIs everything alright?âÂ
âYeah.â Itâs clearly not, but he was silly to ask. Of course youâd say that. âI just, if youâre free, I was wondering if you could maybe pick me up?âÂ
That wobble hasnât gone from your voice. Jamesâ heart trembles in solidarity.Â
He gets back in his car, starting the ignition with perhaps a tad too much force. âIâm on my way,â he promises. âWhere are you, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âIâm outside the Waterstones on Manor Road, you know where that is?âÂ
âI know the one, yeah.âÂ
Your voice sounds held together by fragments. âIâm sorry, itâs far.âÂ
âDonât be sorry,â he says, then regrets it instantly. This is hardly the time for a good-natured scolding. He turns out of the parking lot. âIâm coming. Whatâs wrong?âÂ
âIâveâIâve had my phone and wallet taken. I donât have my key to the apartment.âÂ
âTaken?â Jamesâ head buzzes like a TV turned to the wrong channel. âBy who?âÂ
âA man, IâI donât know. Um, Iâm borrowing this womanâs phone, and I think I should give it back.â
His lungs feel small, panic choking him. âIâll be there in thirty minutes. Be safe, yeah?â Â
âYeah.â A breath crackles through the phone. James wonders if youâd been choking, too. âThanks, James.âÂ
âJust be safe.âÂ
The sun has dipped below most buildings by the time he gets there. It makes it difficult to see you, but Jamesâ eyes work like a compass, finding your shadowy form curled up on the curb. The bookstore looks to be closed or close to it, no patrons walking by you as you sit with your knees bent close to your chest.Â
You see his car pull up, and heâs halfway to you before youâre even standing. Your arms come around James as readily as his around you, your face squished willingly into the fabric of his workout shirt. Your breath seems to stutter out of you.Â
âItâs okay,â he says, grasping the back of your head. Heâs not sure if heâs talking to you, or himself, or either of you. Heâll tell whoever will listen. âYouâre okay, sweetheart, itâs alright.âÂ
âSorry,â you squeak. âI donât know why Iâm crying now.âÂ
âYouâre okay,â James says again, just for good measure. His lips find the top of your head. âWhat happened?âÂ
âI think I was mugged,â you laugh. It comes out warped, completely unlike the sound heâs spent months chasing after. âThis guy showed me a knife, and told me to hand him my bag and phone, and I just gave them to him. It was right out in the open.â Another jagged, heart-aching laugh. âI feel so stupid.âÂ
âWhy would someone else mugging you make you stupid?â James lets you go enough to give you a little space, but his arms stay around you, his hand rubbing firmly over your shoulder blade. âDid you call the police?âÂ
You gnaw on your lower lip. It already looks bitten to shreds. âNo.âÂ
He nods, taking a breath. James isnât typically the responsible one in his relationships. Heâs not good at knowing what to do. It makes him think of being thirteen and seeing Sirius all bruised and broken, feeling his heart break and knowing that he had to fix things despite the both of them being too young to have any clue how to deal with something so huge. James is an adult now, but he still feels too young.Â
âDo you want to go home?â he asks you.Â
You bite down hard on your lip, but your eyes gloss anyway. âYeah,â you say, voice breaking.Â
James pulls you close and gives in to treating you the way he wants to, kisses pressed into your hairline and tender words pouring from his lips. He gets you into the car and takes you home.Â
Throughout the rest of the evening, youâre at once more reticent and more talkative than youâve ever been. Youâll stare into the distance for minutes at a time, but then youâll speak up, seemingly randomly, about some small fact youâd forgotten or a thought thatâs been pushing at your consciousness. You tell him that you donât think you could describe the man well enough to the police. That you have no concept of how long you stood around before you thought to ask for someone elseâs phone. That you sort of wish youâd refused to hand yours over, because really what was the worst that could have happened?
âWell, he could have stabbed you,â James says.
âYeah, but how often is that really fatal? And he might not have. Itâs embarrassing, all he had to do was show me the knife and I turned everything over. I probably would have been fine.âÂ
âI donât think youâre automatically fine if youâre not dead, angel. You were still at risk of being stabbed.âÂ
âIâd still have my phone and everything, though.âÂ
âI think youâre worth a bit more than that stuff.âÂ
âMm, agree to disagree.âÂ
James does things he doesnât particularly want to doâphoning your bank, filing a police report online, texting your landlord about a new set of keysâand several things he really does want to do. Once youâve changed into your cozy clothes he practically swaddles you in blankets, putting a hot chocolate in your hand and that show youâre always watching on the TV. He makes you dinner, teases you until he gets a real smile, puts your mumâs number in his phone and texts her to let her know youâre okay. James touches you amply, lips on your cheek and hand smoothing the hair from your face and one knee pressing into your leg through the blanket.Â
And you let him.Â
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GOOD SIDE - FC43
summary : She hates him, heâs intrigued and doesnât understand why anyone would distlike him. Franco tries to win Charlesâ sister over with coffee and good racing.
listen up : no warnings!! my first franco fic <3
word count : 1067
â・â§Ëâ
All eyes have been on Franco Colapinto for the past three weeks. All eyes including mine.
I watch the boy walk across the pit lane, grinning widely at his team. My arms are crossed in the ferrari garage, Charles is talking my ear off but I'm not even listening.
I miss my paddock best friend. All the boys on the grid are like my brothers, but Logan was genuinely my friend. I didnât even go to Monza and fucked myself while boycotting because I missed my brother win.
I watch the team embrace the boy. I never realized how young he looks until now. Heâs a year older than me, found that out when I was stalking his social media.
Charles noticed my stink eye and nudges me, âHeâs a good kid. Donât be mean!â I know Logan wasnât performing well. Iâm not blind.
But I canât help but be salty for him.
âI wonât be mean.â I turn to see Alex and Franco walking towards us, I try to walk away but the hoodie for my sweatshirt is grabbed by Charles and I'm yanked backwards.
âFranco, This is my baby sister, Y/n!â Charles swings his arm around me, I roll my eyes and look back at Franco.
Heâs cute and as he smiles at me I have a weird feeling that I need to make it stop. I turn to my new favorite williamâs boy.
âAlex!â I smile wide and I can see my brother eyeing me already, âNice Quali! Proud of you.â
He nods, âAppreciate it Y/n.â He glances at Franco, forcing me to say something. I give them what they want and look at him.
âColapinto, is it?â I blink. âYouâve got an interesting driving style.â
Francoâs smile doesnât falter. âInteresting enough to earn me P9.â My eyes narrow at him, âNice to know you were watching me.â
I cross my arms but before I can say more, Charles interrupts me.
He laughs loudly, trying to drown out my voice, âAlright! Don't mind her, Franco, sheâs been a little salty recently- well actually sheâs always like this.â He shakes his head and leads the men in blue away.
Franco looks back at me as Alex starts talking rapidly, and I swear Iâm hallucinating because I think he winks.
â・â§Ëâ
Iâm sitting on the pit wall, Susie is talking me through all the little buttons and graphs. Even though I'm Ferrari till I die, Susie is like family and has always been there for me. I feel an unexpected tap on my shoulder which makes me whip around.
I look down to see Franco holding two cups of coffee. âMorning Mrs. Wolff!â He smiles at Susie, then me. I didnât even know he met her. My eyebrow is already raised, âMind if I borrow Y/n?â
Susie laughs softly, looking at him then me, âGo ahead.â I get off the chair slowly and he motions for me to take the cup.
âCharles mentioned you liked coffee.â I hesitate for a second, taking the cup. I sip it and mentally groan because Iâve been needing to get some today.
âBuying my affection already, Huh?â I glance at him as we walk down the pit lane. I'm wearing a short, flowy, white dress and a Ferrari cap, happy since it's so hot.
âDonât be silly, This was free.â I sip my coffee to stop myself from laughing, âI do have to get on your good side somehow.â
I look away from him, âYou took my best friend's seat.â
âHe lost it.â When I look back at him, heâs already looking at me.
I sigh and keep walking, he catches up quickly, âSo⌠Youâre Charlesâ Sister.â
I flip my hair over my shoulder, âYouâre sherlock?â
âYouâre pretty.â
I let out a dry laugh, âYouâre straightforward. Iâve seen three interviews of you flirting and you havenât even made it to your second race yet.â He laughs and it makes me feel good that I made him do that.
âWhat can I say? The people love me.â He shrugs and it's my turn to laugh now.
âIâm sure your media crew hates you.â
âI can confirm they definitely do.â He stops when he gets to his garage, âI donât want you too though.â
I take a breath, âLetâs see how you do in the race and weâll see.â I hear someone yell his name from inside the garage.
He doesnât move, âYou base all your relationships off of driving results?â
âRelationships?â I scoff as he licks his lips, âDonât get too cocky now.â
Franco shakes his head, a curl falling into his face, âNot cocky. Just a glass half full type of guy.â
â・â§Ëâ
I hug Oscar as he walks out of his garage at the end of the day, âYou fucking rocked it.â He laughs as I pull back, âSeriously, I'm proud and you beat my brother!â
Charles practically spawns, âWe all know your loyalty is not to me.â All the boys have changed and are starting to leave. Carlos disappeared after crashing on the second to last lap but all I can do is smile for Lando who got bumped up to fourth.
Speaking of, Lando joins us with Franco by his side, his mouth running per usual. Everyone starts talking and congratulating Oscar again.
I find Franco by my side, he leans in slightly, âMy result good enough for you?â
I look up at the sky, âPretty good. I hate to say it but⌠you did well.â
He grins, âWell enough to get your number?â
I look to my brother to make sure he isnât listening, âYouâre playing with fire here, Colapinto.â
âBurn me.â He says it so quick that I almost donât register the look on his face. He looks at me so genuinely with those hazel eyes and speaks again, âPor Favor? s'il te plaĂŽt? Please?â
The âPleaseâsâ makes me laugh. One in Spanish, one in French, and one in English to cover all his bases, âYouâre such a flirt.â
âFor you.â
âDonât lie. You flirt with everyone.â I give him a look, he pulls a slow smile.
âIf you were mine I'd never look at anyone else again.â Oddly enough, I believe him.
âIf I were yours?â I step closer and he nods, âHm⌠If I were yours- I think we would see pigs flying.â
He just grins, âI can arrange that.â
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Orange, Baby!
Rise Ramblings #316
When I think about Mikey, this scene always comes to mind.
As soon as they step foot in the library to save Mayhem, Angelo instantly disqualifies himselfâŚhilariously.
On first watch, I found it interesting that he made this decision with no hesitation, especially given the stakes.
At the time I just resigned to him being a silly silly boy, but now I know better.
Yet, before we get ahead of ourselves, letâs explore who Mikey is.
Michelangelo Hamato is the youngest turtle in the family, and it shows.
Consequently, he seems to possess a certain âyoungest brother privilege" that his other brothers just canât help but reinforce. This is the role that Mikey was born into. Therefore, he doesnât have to push himself to be the smartest, or cleverest, or strongest turtle.
Instead, he decides to be the artist of the family. Heâs a creative! He expresses himself everywhere, from stickers on his own shell, to tagging the lair, as well as on paper. The world is his canvas!
Michelangelo also expresses himself in virtually everything he does, so itâs easy to understand why heâs the most open, honest, caring, and emotionally expressive turtle of the bunch. To some it could be seen as a weakness, yet Mikey uses his emotional intelligence as a pillar of strength, of which he utilizes to uphold his brothers when they need support the most.
In the show, Michelangelo often takes on certain personas; Doctor Feelings and Doctor Delicate Touch. (For some reason, they are all doctors, but thatâs beside the point.)
At first glance, the personas could be seen as silly bouts of make-believe. But I think that placing these roles upon himself for his brothers' sake is Michelangeloâs way of helping them cope with the world by offering them what they each individually lack.
For instance, Raph, Leo, and Donnie have trouble voicing their discomforts when someone does something they donât like.
In other words, they have trouble putting their foot down.
But here is Mikey to the rescue!
Dr. Delicate Touch has no such hang-ups.
Similarly, when Donatello runs into trouble, as he is unable to recognize his own emotions, itâs up to Doctor Feelings to help his desperate client in need.
Through taking on these roles, Mikey is able to support his brothers and fill the emotional gaps in his teammates, which, inevitably makes them all stronger.
How is Mikey able to do this and how does he have the strength to take on these roles?
You could think that itâs just in his character, meaning, itâs just how he is. I donât think so, though. Heâs a free thinker, and a creative, but thereâs something about these roles that is specifically catered to the needs of his family.
Then I realized, the only reason that Mikey is able to help his brothers in this way is because they first helped him.
Let me explain.
All four of the boys grew up in the same household. Although Splinter tried his very best (there is no Splinter hate here), a single depressed parent doth not a stable child make. Raphael struggled with the burden of his responsibilities as an ad hoc leader (see Being Big Red), Leo struggled with expressing his natural talents as a middle child (see Being Baby Blue), all while Donnie struggled with carving out his place on the team and his feelings of uselessness (see Being Purple Part One and Part Two).
Well, what does Mikey struggle with?
In my humble opinion, nothing.
The struggles of his brothers all related to each turtle coming to terms with themselves and coming to terms with their place on the team.
Yet, due to the love and support of his brothers and father, Michelangelo never had to ask himself if he belonged, struggle with his role on the team, or make huge life-changing decisions that could affect everyone.
Michelangelo is free to just be Michelangelo.
And as a free spirit who is completely in tune with his own emotions, he is able to do things like this:
and this,
and this.
Letâs get back to the scene in the library.
Angelo sees the high stakes of his friendâs pet disappearing forever if they fail but makes the decision to disqualify himself anyway. Why? Because he knows that no matter what he does, it will all be ok.
He has complete faith in his brothers and their ability to solve the problem at hand, so he might as well have some fun.
This not the first time heâs come to this conclusion.
Through out this entire scene, Michelangelo plays in the background.
Itâs scenes like this that makes me believe that Mikeyâs faith in his family knows no bounds.
Altogether, his brothers and his father were everything he needed to become who he is. Reciprocally, he is free to be everything that they need him to be and more. OverâŚ
and over,
and over again
he trusts them completely.
And through this unwavering trust in his family, he is able to trust himself and his instincts. He knows that with everything theyâve poured into him, he can save them from, well, everything. OverâŚ
and overâŚ
and over again.
Hence, due to all of this evidence, I believe that through the collective love of his family, Michelangelo became the best version of the Hamato spirit, and thus, the best Mystic Warrior of all time.
All because, heâs Orange, baby!
ââââ
Previous | Being Big Red ⢠Being Baby Blue ⢠Being Purple â Part One ⢠Being Purple â Part Two
Finale | Being Hamato Yoshi
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SFW&NSFW Vi HCs
content warning:: itâs kinda a mix of modern!AU and not idk, fem!reader, smut obviously
AN:: I love muscle mommies
⢠ËËË She might look and act tough but donât let her fool you. Sheâs such a silly goober. Okay, at first she might a little cold and distant and take a lot to warm up, but once she does sheâs a sweetheart.
⢠ËËË I think there might be a âyou fell first but she fell harderâ situation. She isnât really that into dating or looking for the love of her life, so when you first met she didnât even think about getting with you.
⢠ËËË HATES when people help her. If someone does, sheâs convinced that she owes them something.
⢠ËËË But she really likes to help other people. She likes to be the one that people owe something⌠and she just feels really stupid when she doesnât help someone she totally could. (as people should)
⢠ËËË Very self-conscious about her hands. Mostly about the scars and bruises that are on her knuckles, thatâs why she wraps them up or covers them with chunky rings.
⢠ËËË Hates fancy clothes. Doesnât remember the last time she wore a normal bra.
⢠ËËË This girl doesnât have any manners!! Thatâs the downside of growing up mostly around men. And the Lanes.
⢠ËËË Her favorite way to spend free time (besides working out) is watching stupid reality tv. You know, the shows that you can just put on in the background and turn off your brain.
⢠ËËË Iâm taking this from the trailer- if sheâs having a really shitty day sheâll take it out on a punching bag, but sometimes that makes her feel even worse so she ends up hugging it instead.
⢠ËËË Sheâs really touch starved but she doesnât know how to ask for affection. Sheâll just silently sneak up on you and hug you from behind or spoon you once youâre already asleep.
⢠ËËË You might think she doesnât know how to do makeup but she does the best smokey eyes in the world!!! Also has the prettiest natural lashes you have ever seen.
⢠ËËË Loves to just lay down and relax. After being on edge her whole life the short moment she can chill with you before sleeping is like literal heaven.
⢠ËËË She could cry every time she gets a gift. Even if itâs something small or something that wonât last- like food or flowers- it just makes her eyes water.
⢠ËËË Her favorite thing to lay down on is your lap. Sheâs such a thigh girl omg. I mean, she loves every single part of your body, but thighs⌠oh man.
⢠ËËË Lord have mercy, sheâs obsessed with them. Her hand is big enough to grab almost your whole thigh. She loves to kiss them, bite them, grope them- anything and everything.
⢠ËËË Her favorite thing to do is using her fingers on you but god fucking damn it- it takes her so long to start. She has to unwrap her bandages, take off all of her rings, wash her hands. Thatâs like at least 5 minutes.
⢠ËËË She genuinely likes the taste of pussy. Maybe itâs because she spent half of her life in prison eating slop, but sheâd eat you out over any food.
⢠ËËË I believe in happy trails on girls supremacy. So hot :3
⢠ËËË She not only has insane strength, her stamina is the same. Sheâll go at it the whole day and night.
⢠ËËË I canât decide whether sheâd hook up with people often or be an inexperienced virgin. Because on one hand if she wants to get laid, sheâll get laid but on the other- maybe she thinks itâs too intimate to do with some random person?? idk
⢠ËËË Loves to finger you in front of a mirror (she just wants to see her own muscles)
⢠ËËË Riding her abs or toned thighs⌠somebody help me.
⢠ËËË Honestly, I donât think she likes to receive that much. I mean- obviously she likes it, but sheâd just rather give.
⢠ËËË Sheâs so embarrassed by her own moans omg. She loves to hear them from you, but when it comes to herself? No way. Maybe a groan or two, but nothing more.
⢠ËËË She would never hurt you during sex. Itâs such a major turn off for her. She saw and caused too much violence in her life to find it arousing.
⢠ËËË Apologies to my scissor sisters, but she will strap you down. Especially from behind- she just loves your ass too much.
my obsession came back
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.đĽ Ý Ë LOOK, MOM! â nanami kento
yuuji accidentally calls you mom
contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059
ânanamin!â yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. âi didnât know you were coming by today!â
kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.
a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.
so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.
âiâm in between assignments.â kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. âmind if i steal my wife away for a bit?â
yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since heâd found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, heâd hardly shut up about it.
âno problem. iâm going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.â he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.
âgood job today, yuuji!â grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. itâs perfect, as always, just what you needed. âyouâre improving a lot!â
he grins, proud of his accomplishments. âthanks, mom! see you later!â
there's an elongated moment of silence.
you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.
all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. âyuujiââ
âoh,â the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what heâs called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. âiâm so sorry. i didnât mean toââ
though, you donât give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, youâve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. âkento, we have a son!â
you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. thereâs some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.
kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. âdo we?â he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. âi'm certain i wouldâve remembered something like that.â
you make a face at him, covering yuujiâs ears dramatically. âoh, donât listen to your dad, yuuji. heâs old, he doesnât know what heâs saying.â
kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuujiâs wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.
âwell, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.â he says drily.
yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but youâre not sure heâs ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.
âexactly!â yuuji quips back to kentoâs blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!
kentoâs trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.
âyes," kento nods, solemn. "iâve heard that as well.â
"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."
kento rolls his eyes, but yuujiâs so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.
though he doesnât say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell heâs grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends heâs made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.
you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. âtell him i said hello too.â
yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. âi will!â his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. âbye, dad.â
kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. âhave a good evening, itadori.â
you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.
"you should be nicer to your son, kento."
kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."
you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.
but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.
"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.
kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."
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