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f1boistrash · 6 months ago

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i have a name | l.s

a/n: so this is an idea i had after the miami gp and its been stuck in my head so im finally writing it. there is some slight jos slander and reader is max's sister

summary: y/n verstappen drives for f1 academy. they find comfort in a certain american when the media gets too much

Your whole life you've always been Max's sister. You didn't hate your brother for it because it wasn't his fault. You hated the world for being so small minded. You hated your dad for not caring. His words stuck in your head like a broken record. 'You're overreacting Y/N. It's not a big deal. You need to grow up.'

But it was a big deal because why couldn't they be bothered to learn your name. Your accomplishments throughout your career always amounted to 'Max's sister' it was never 'Y/N Verstappen'. You were sure if they could your trophies would say that too.

Going into the F1 Academy you thought it'd be different. You were excited when you got the call. The first person you told was Max and he was even more excited than you, if that was even possible. You were at the forefront of the series, watching young girls across the world become interested in the sport you loved. Something you wished you had growing up.

The driving was great. The team was great. Everything was great except the media. Its the one thing you dreaded stepping into the spotlight more. You tried to develop a thick skin like your brother but it was difficult when you constantly got picked at.

"So, Y/N, great day today. You qualified third. How was it?" The interviewer asked.

"Yeah it was great. Obviously we'd prefer P1 but we're still happy with the result and looking forward to pushing it even more tomorrow." You replied, grinning at your result. It might not be front of the grid but you were still proud.

"Your brother Max had a phenomenal season last year. Can we expect the same this year?" And there it was. Your first interview of the weekend and it only took one question before they asked you about your brother. Normally you didn't mind talking about Max's accomplishments. You were so unbelievably proud of him. It's when they start talking about him when they should be asking you about your race and your season that you get annoyed.

You plastered on your fake smile, hoping no one saw the disappointment flash across your face. "It's hard to say what this year will bring but what I do know is that Max will give it his everything. Whatever happens though I'm still proud of him."

Before anymore questions about Max could be asked your manager made a sign that time was up. You thanked the interviewer and left the media pen. She gave you a run down of tomorrows schedule as you were now finished for the day. Your manager didn't need to ask if you were okay because she knew you weren't. Working with you for a few years meant she had learnt all your tells.

You thanked her for today before parting ways, leaving you alone. The night air was brisk but welcoming. You shut your eyes and sighed enjoying the silence. You were supposed to be meeting Max tonight yet you couldn't bring yourself to move. Not wanting to face him just yet.

It was late and you weren't expecting many people left at the grid. Especially the F1 drivers which was why you jumped when a voice broke the silence. "Y/N right?" Logan said, your stomach fluttered when you looked at him. You have never really spoken to Logan before, only seeing him in passing but you always thought he was cute. He also called you by your name and not 'Max's sister' which was a welcomed surprise, used to his friends calling you that. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

"It's fine, just wasn't expecting anyone to be left at the track." You told him. You took in his appearance under the setting sun. He was in his Williams uniform, his hair slightly tousled from wearing his hat all day.

"Yeah, I was just heading out. Had to do a few tweaks before tomorrow. What are you doing here late?" He asked.

"Media." You grimaced. Logan laughed, understanding your reaction.

"That bad huh?"

"Yep." You nodded. "Talked about Max the whole time."

The two of slowly started walking towards the car you have rented this weekend. It was one of the few left in the parking lot. "Seriously? That's so shit." Logan said, shaking his head. It wasn't out of pity though, more like anger.

"You get used to it." You shrugged.

"You shouldn't have to though." He told you, pulling you both to a stop. His eyes, looking at you intensely making you nervous. "You were incredible out there today and I'll definitely be watching tomorrow as you get your first podium of the season."

"Wait, you watched qualifying?" You asked, surprised.

"Don't tell my trainer though." Logan grinned, winking at you making you laugh. It was a sound he could get used to.

"Well thank you Logan. It means a lot." You thanked him, coming to a stop when you reached the drivers seat door.

"You have a name, Y/N. Your not just Max Verstappen's sister and I hope you know that." He said, earnestly.

You don't know what came over you but you found yourself leaning up, pressing a kiss on Logan's cheek. "Thank you."

-x-

"You're late." Was all Max said as you walked through your hotel room door. You kicked off your shoes, walking further into the room seeing your brother lying on your freshly made bed scrolling on his phone.

"Don't you have a sim race or something?" You asked, shoving his feet off your bed trying to change the subject because what else can you say? The reason you were late was the slight breakdown you had about the interview and then you bumped into Logan. You couldn't exactly tell Max that.

He playfully stuck his middle finger up at you, knowing you were making fun of him. "How was your day anyway? Excited for tomorrow?"

"Yeah it was good." You lied. You liked that Max was oblivious sometimes because it meant you didn't have to talk about what people said about you. However, you also hated his obliviousness because sometimes you wanted your brother to comfort you. "Hopefully people won't get sick of the Dutch national anthem." You grinned at Max who laughed loudly.

You asked Max about his day and he told you about how confident he was with this years car, excited to see what he can get out of it. He carried on talking as you got out of your team uniform and into some comfy clothes when he quietened down.

"When were you going to tell me?" Max asked when you exited the bathroom. "About what the interviewer said?"

"It's fine Max." You said, avoiding his gaze on you by putting your clothes away. You were afraid if you looked at him the dam would break.

"It's not fine, Y/N." He huffed, his voice raising out of anger. It wasn't aimed at you though, Max would never raise his voice at you. "It was so unprofessional. Not to mention the commentators today couldn't even be bothered to learn your name. I'm going to do something about it."

Max's reaction reminded you of Logan's. You didn't think anyone would care this much. Especially someone who you never really had a conversation with before. You knew it was pointless to ask Max to leave it alone so you didn't bother. "Just please don't do anything stupid."

"When have I ever done that?" Max asked and you laughed. You would run out of fingers if you counted all the times Max did something stupid.

It was getting late and you and Max said your goodbyes, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts. Instead of the video on repeat in your head it was Logan's words. You reached over for your phone and unlocked it, going straight to instagram to find Logan's profile. You hit follow before going to his dms.

Y/N:

Thank you again for tonight.

His response was quick making your stomach flutter.

Logan:

You don't need to keep thanking me Y/N

Y/N:

I know

I enjoyed talking to you tonight

So thank you for your company 😊

Logan:

I enjoyed talking to you too 😊

I hope we can do it again some time

You were sure you were grinning like an idiot but you didn't care. You had fallen for the American and hard.

Y/N:

I would love to ☺️

Good luck for tomorrow Logan 💙

Logan:

Good luck Y/N 😊

#logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant #f1 imagine #f1

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mystellenia · 8 months ago

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giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

content: nothing much, just ellie being shy

notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its this in between of bullet points????? idk lemme know if yall like it

(wc 0.6 k)

after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work

you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)

after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)

and now we wait for ellie to come home!!

when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear

anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii

you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....

sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"

and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!

then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"

and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you

would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz

she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).

i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.

wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny

but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."

there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching

then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"

pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that

@picklesarenice69

wow i very strongly dislike this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔

can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i didnt mesh with this format

like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle

dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

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edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯

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thegoldensundreamer · 10 months ago

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Love At Last

Onyankopon x black!reader

Warnings: exes, use of n word, squirting, fingering (f receiving), eating out (f receiving)

Word Count: 6.2k

He was a little older than me. A junior, and I, a sophomore. In college, you only had two focuses: have fun and study, and truthfully it helped me. No matter what anyone told me I had control to do whatever I wanted in life and didn't want anyone's opinions on how I'd be living it.

Honestly, that's what made my other ex's love me and even some, hate me. But I mean it wasn't like he was always putting his expectations too high for me. Onyankopon just wanted to see me as my best self. When we broke up and I told him the reason as to why I couldn't do it anymore, it all really didn't make sense. I wanted to tell myself that I knew the reason as to why he was just so terrible but subconsciously I knew I didn't. And it was hard for me these past months. Really hard. I been seeing him on campus like a thousand times and he just keeps getting more beautiful and glowin like the sun.

He's the head of his team now and it never helps me that he didn't ever have any girls he just messed around with. Especially bonding and having a real relationship with his exes. Including me. And Its painful seeing him just living his life and me not hating him for any reason because he is really a great guy. So whenever I see him I make sure to shift my eyes to the complete opposite direction of where his head is at. Or even cover my face with a book or a water bottle to not have that awkward walk past. But I kind of wish he chased after me... and although I know its selfish I'm just as confused as when I left that boy. But I guess we all just have to move on.

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"The assignment is still due this Sunday at 11:59 on Blackboard. I don't want any emails, text messages, or conversations next class about an extension. Period."

I honestly think Professor Rodriguez is tweaking now. No excuses? What if someone is sick or something?

The whole class groans as we pack all of our stuff. I mean, it's just a paper so I'm not tripping or anything. I just got to make sure to do it before the Que party this weekend. There's never been a problem before so I don't think I have anything to worry about.

Me and my girls have been planning to go to one of the Que parties we keep infamously hearing about. It's always wild, lit, and memorable till you graduate. All of a sudden when you get that degree they don't exist no more because you don't want no one to know of the hoe tales.

I haven't been to one of their parties yet, but Im excited. I haven't been outside in a while especially since I ended things with Ony. A few kickbacks here and there were going on this past semester for me but that's about it. I like being inside just as much or even more than I like being out.

When I walk down the university building, I put in my headphones ready to blast some Sexyy Red. That woman music got something in it I swear.

"I'm looking for the hoooesssss" I mouth to myself while I nod my head. Shit, I forgot how hard that bass goes. As I bob my head I can't remotely hear the voice behind me trying to catch my attention.

It was Jaden, one of Ony’s teammates, and he's also in Professor Rodriquez class. He gave up calling my name and just let me go.

•••

When I finally left the building and head to my car I instantly switch my music over to the Bluetooth aux and look at my assignment before I pull off. You see... he assigned it to us last Friday and I for real have just been procrastinating till now. I would say my time management is usually really good but its not.

"Ok so I got to just write about 500 words. I could do this tonight no problem."

I put down my phone and start adjusting my rear view mirror only to find light grey clouds of the day turning darker grey. I really hope it don't storm when I'm on the road.

Driving out of the lot and onto the highway, I continue blasting my hoochie playlist. Shrugging at the random pain in my heart I'm feeling, I call one of my girls talking about how much I think this party gon cut all my feelings from Ony and revive the party girl in me.

Im pulling into my apartment complex excited . I haven't been this joyous to go to a party in a while. The mere thought of shaking ass is bringing me serotonin. Just a sweet release of stress. Plus, it's Friday and the party is Saturday night so I'm definitely geeking.

When I stumble up the steps right before the entrance to my residence giddy and jovial, looking for my key, I slightly looked up. The scream in my head is definitely showing me how much I'm not over this feeling in my heart.

I stopped my movement and fought the urge to back step all the way back into my car and hide. I'm not sure why hes here at this time. It's 5:30 which isn't late for real but just a bit confusing enough to make you question why the hell someone is at your door uninvited. Especially since its here. At my apartment. And it's him. With his aura and skin glistening like oil on a hot body.

He was in some black muscle shirt with matching jogger pants. Shyly smiling at me at first but then noticing my expression, he looked down at the state of his body and cringed before looking back in my eyes. Clearly embarrassed. "Sorry you seeing me like this, I just came from practice so I'm still a little sweaty"

I secretly moaned in my head. He looks so good I had to catch my breath and his voice is still captivating up to now. I still can't forget the way he used to t-

I'm getting sidetracked. Let me regain this composure.

"Is there something you need?" I quietly ask. This is no good. The whole point is out of sight out of mind. You know how you want to block somebody on everything and really go out of your way to not see them in person so you won't have to think about them or double back? Well I feel like I'm breaking that right now. It's not my fault sure but the shame still feels the same.

Ony pulls out an object from his pocket. A white, slightly long but thin figure. He looks at it for a moment before looking up at me again and holding it up.

"I came here to give this to you. Im pretty sure it's yours. At least that's what Jaden said."

I squint my eyes in confusion at what he was holding and hurriedly looked through my tote bag to find that I did not have my Apple Pencil for my iPad.

So that's why he's here.

Apple pencils are expensive so I'm not mad. I would've been more upset if I only figured out I dropped it when I got inside and tried to start my paper. But how did he even get it?

He reached his arm out as I began to walk up to him for my pencil. I thanked him for bringing it to me and awkward silence overtook the little rain droplets that noted the thunderstorm about to take place.

Our hands touched ever so slightly as I grabbed my missing pencil. I withdrew immediately and he did the same faintly after. After a few long seconds, he broke the silence.

"Jaden gave it to me at the locker rooms after practice. He said he tried to give it to you after class but couldn't catch up or something so I guess he just wanted me to carry out the deed especially with some paper he mentioned."

I grinned and slightly nodded in understanding, quickly glancing at his eyes before staring at the Apple Pencil. It's strange. He can't really look me in the eye. I mean, I can't either but he's 6'2" so my excuse is good. On top of that, the nonchalance in his tone doesn't sit right with me. It's either he's forcing it or a part of me wants to believe he is just to delude myself that he still cares. It's unfair of me, especially since I probably broke his heart, but it's the real.

"I'll thank Jaden when I see him next class. Thank you for bringing it to me." I quip and walk past him to my door, beginning to find my keys in my bag with the pencil still in hand.

Damn when did I get this shy?

Onys attempt at being nonchalant somewhat was breaking. He stared at the pencil smiling as he spoke and pointed.

"I'm surprised you still have Chowder on there".

I turned my head around, mid-hand in bag. He was referring to the little sticker I had on my ex-missing item. The one that would help me differentiate my pencil from everyone else's so no one would take it. The one he gave me as a funny gift for the love of our mutual favorite childhood show.

I'm surprised he still remembers these little details about me. About us.

"Well it's still my favorite show. I don't think that's ever going to change." I giggle looking back for my keys.

It's hard to do this. To face him. How do people talk to their exes? This isn't even my first but damn. Now my minds all over the place with him and us all over it. All those memories we share. Good and bad.

I stop fiddling in my bag and spoke under my breath with the same thought, caught up in the idea. "I'm surprised you still remember." I mumbled to myself.

I can feel his presence and his eyes on me, not exactly sure what his actions are. But his voice speaks up with a small sense of fervor in his tone. Something undeniably him. The tone I always craved since it left me.

"Y/n, you can't tell me you don't call to mind how Ive remembered every single thing I've been blessed to learn about you"

I still my hands from roaming once again after I found my keys. At this point, I don't know what's going on. But as I motion my mouth to find what to say a grand lightning bolt flashed down from the sky, hitting somewhere nearby. Thunder that sounded like an earthquake erupted, immediately pouring heavy rain down with it. With that, we instantaneously saw lampposts shut off. All electricity in the area immediately being gone in an instant.

"Ain't no way" I groaned. I can't believe this. I look around at all of the dark areas surrounding the complex except for the emergency lights powered from the generator. Putting my keys in the door, I heavily sigh opening up my residence.

Slowly walking in to the dim natural light from the blinds I turn around to Onyankopon, standing still at the doorstep, and tell him he can come in.

"Are you sure? My car is all good and everything I can still drive."

"In this storm?" I ask raising my eyebrow. I rolled my eyes, "You not gon get nowhere the way this storm going right now. It's fine. Plus, your place is probably out of electricity too."

He nods, "Well thanks, I really appreciate it" He awkwardly steps into the 3 bedroom apartment. My girls usually have class during this time last I checked so we're the only ones here.

I grab some candles to light across my home hoping for some sort of spark to brighten up the place.

Once I withdrew a breath and looked around, the rooms seemed to be lit up enough comfortably outside of the insanely romantic essence it gave off. I stood up from where I was crouched by the living room table where I made eye contact with him sitting up on the couch.

"Soooo could I get you anything?" I awkwardly stand there and he's just sitting... menacingly.

Ugh who am I kidding he looks so geeked out right now.

"It's honestly fine. Once the storm passes I'll be right out forreal you don't have to go through any trouble." He laughs.

With that in mind I obliged and went to my room setting up my laptop and iPad with my now found Apple Pencil. Since the electricity's gone that means I shouldn't have any distractions on focusing on my work.

"Right y/n, focus on the goal. It don't matter that your ex is in the other room. Get on your zoom!" Mumbling to myself as I type in my username to blackboard to view the rubric.

"What the-"

Shit. Of course blackboard and the wifi is down too if all the electricity is out.

As I groan and leave my room to get a glass of water, I'm getting Ony one too. Seeing him roaming on his phone and placing the glass in front of him on the table I sit on the sofa opposite of him.

He looks up from his phone, "You did not have to do this", he began to grin to himself as he lifted the cup and started to drink.

As I began to speak we both got a notification.

ALL UNIVERSITY STUDENTS: ELECTRICITY IS DOWN ON CAMPUS AND ON AND OFF CAMPUS HOUSING DUE TO A SEVERE WEATHER STORM. MORE UPDATES WILL COME SOON. CURRENTLY, AN ESTIMATION OF 3 HOURS WILL BE NEEDED TO REPAIR DAMAGES TO ELECTRICAL UNITS.

"Fuck" I groaned.

"You're not gonna be able to finish that paper huh?" He questioned.

"No and it's due Sunday. I was hoping to knock it out today before the weekend really starts. I don't need to procrastinate anymore than I already have."

"Oh trust me I remember." He laughed. "I can help yknow. There's nothing else we can do here."

"On what though? Blackboard is down."

"Not google docs or notes app though." He smiled, "As long as you know what you're supposed to write about you're set."

"But I like looking at the rubric when I write to make sure my grades solidified"

"I'm hearing a lot of excuses misses honors student. If you wanted to do it you would at this point. Plus, my specialty is writing papers so I can definitely help"

I remember oh so well. This reminds me of when I procrastinated on a paper last semester the weekend before it was due just like this one and we stayed up till 3 AM writing it. So many laughs and double shot espressos from that time. His specialty really is writing essays and all sorts of papers. That assignment was 5000 words and we started the Saturday and still got an A.

"Shit, why not. It's only 500 words anyway" I joke.

He smiled and we got to work. The first hour went by like nothing. It felt like old times. 200 words were typed but the only thing holding us back was that I actually need to have proper cited sources. Professor Rodriguez do not play around either so it's been a painstaking amount of time trying to find anything with no internet and a on and off personal hotspot.

As Ony and I sit next to each other working on the paper, he lifts up his glass and it accidentally slipped out of his hands onto the table.

"Ah damn I'm so sorry. Let me-"

"No it's cool." I put down my laptop and got up to get a paper towel. When I sat back down and handed the paper towel to him our hands touched again. That once jovial, funny and somewhat relaxed mood we had was now gone. We're exes. This isn't what exes do. We're not friends.

But shit we were . That was exactly what we were like before we started anything or knew there was something there. Even during our relationship we felt just like this at times too. Where the hell did we go? Why did I let us go?

The awkward touch we had became more intimate as I decided to gently grab his hand. The eye contact he made was confused but willing. It spoke "why haven't you done this all this time while I'm right here?" Or at least that's what I think.

Our hands interlocked letting go of the paper towel at this point. Eye contact on something serious as we ask questions to each other with them. As I began to lean down on the couch, Ony couldn't stop staring between my eyes and my lips. He eventually and quickly took the dive, trying not to lose the moment. Embers burned and flowed through the air as he began to shift from my power to his. He embarked on leaning my back onto the couch rather than his. Hands splayed in my locs and taking small breaks to breathe before going back in.

Small moans escape my mouth as he's working me. Kisses pressed on my lips were coming down my chin... then my neck as he suckled on my skin. His hands roamed my body slowly. One on the side of my stomach nearing my ass and the other beginning to feel my breast under my shirt. At this point, he's starting to get more vocal, groaning and whispering sweet nothings along my body.

"You know how much I've missed you y/n. How much I've missed this pretty face... this pretty body... and this pretty pussy" he hissed one kiss after another. "Is this all ok? If you're not fine with this of course I'll stop. Tell me what you want."

His asking for consent was always so sexy and those words... damn I missed him and this.

I looked at his lust blown eyes as he looked up to mine from my stomach as he briefly stopped from going lower and lower.

"I want you Q. I'm all yours." My composure is definitely done at this point. He's got me right now.

"Don't worry. You know I will always take care of you." He slurred, slowly sliding my bottoms and panties down and kissing my inner thighs before locking them in his arms. It's been a while since I've been in this position and I've missed it since forever ago.

Slow pecks from my thighs came closer and closer to the apex of them. He must could tell how nervous I was since his thumbs gently rubbed where they laid at to comfort me. Im in love with the way they feel on me.

"So as you can see I do have some hair ri-"

He side eyed me. "Y/n I'm a grown ass man. You know I like my peaches with some fuzz on it. Now can I have my dinner please?"

He can get so forward like this it's making me shy. I rolled my eyes and laid my head back. I never thought I'd be in this predicament.

"Good girl. Just stay just like that baby."

He nestled his lips on my bundle, wrapping them on to gently suck at a slow and smooth pace. His rhythm was gradually fastening and shortly, his lips unattached from my clit to lap at the bundle once more flicking his tongue. He remembers. He always remembers what I like.

Beginning to close my legs from the sensation, he parts me once again lapping at my cunny fervently. Like some undying need that he can't let go. As a "punishment" for me not taking it, he inserts a finger and then a second to make me break even more than I already am.

I plead and moan, "Ony, baby, I'm leaking"

I can barely control my body now. My breath getting fainter as I breathe heavy.

"Good. You know that's what I want." He keeps pumping. Squelching ensues as he becomes infatuated with his doing. "Look at that shit. All for me huh" He asks looking at my fucked out face.

I disappointedly moan when his fingers leave me but he swipes my essence from its trail and sucks his fingers while maintaining eye contact with me. I whimper and squeeze at the sight.

I guess he wanted to finish the job though. I tried to reach over to slip my hand in his boxers just for him to grab my wrist and pin both of my hands down to finish what he started.

It's always like a switch in him when he's like this. So different from the sweet Onyankopon from everyday that everyone knows. So nasty. I love it. I miss it.

He mischievously watches me. "You feel this?" I moan as he pumps his fingers back in me. I roll my eyes to the back of my head and he chuckles. "I'm gonna take that as a yes. Let me make you cum, princess."

He lowered his head down again as he continued pumping into me. Licking a stripe up my honey and continuing the mess he was creating previously. Languid strokes of his tongue were hitting me just right and my moans started turning to desperate whimpers.

Building me up for a while, he then dipped his muscle into my pussy and interchanging with his fingers, curling them with each stroke. His other hand left my thigh and his thumb began rubbing my clit. Faster and faster he went I started to find my stomach tensing and the air becoming hard to breathe.

In between heavy pants I slip out "O, stop, I'm gonna make a mess!" my eyes rolling to the back of my head and legs lifting and coming together.

He didnt stop and pinned me down pressing on my lower stomach. My moans became octaves higher and higher. He lifted his head from my cunny, "you gon take it and make a mess all over my face. Don't hold back nothing."

With that, he continued his ministrations. My grip on his hair became as tight as it could as I could feel my voice go weak. My legs began to shake as clear liquid lightly sprayed out onto his face and a white ring began to form on his fingers. My pants were beginning to rapidly slow down as I came down from my high, un loosening the death grip I had on his head.

He came back up kissing my cheek then licking my essence off his face and fingers, "Always taste so good." Proceeding to take a rag from my bedroom to clean me up and carrying me to my bed.

Before we even got the chance to speak about what happened, my eyes fell. A nap took over both of us and hours that felt like minutes rolled by.

His arm around me as we slept on our sides felt like old times. Like something right that I just ripped away from my body. It's so comfortable.

After a dream I couldn't remember, I wake up in a daze, looking behind me to see him knocked out and his arm still around my waist.

Gently moving it off of me, I slowly get up and walk to the bathroom.

"Shit I might as well take a shower"

To be honest, none of this has settled in my head yet. My ex boyfriend who I'm clearly not over in my bedroom after being nasty on the couch is sleeping on my bed... crazy. Real fanfiction kind of shit.

Pushing the light switch up, I notice the bulb illuminate the room. Thank the Lord almighty. I put on my shower cap and get in. I feel myself let go of a breath I didn't know I had when the hot water hits my skin.

This is insane. I shouldn't be hooking up with my ex. I cut it off for a reason... I think. It's gotta be this way for the both of us so nobody gets hurt.

"Bitchhhh" I think to myself in the shower holding my head.

Leaving the bathroom with my towel on, I see my ex looking over at me from his phone, arm now holding his head up to stare me up and down in awe.

"It's been a while since I seen this view"

I cut my eyes and stand in front of him on my bed. "Look we need to talk- " and my head turned immediately when I heard the front door of the apartment open. Thankfully, my room doors closed, but my girls walked in the apartment gossiping when they called out my name to have our daily debrief of the day.

I cuss at myself and know they probably see the cups of water, candles, and his shoes at the door as they fell silent. Whispering to themselves with words I couldn't make out, I eventually hear a knock at my door.

I looked at Ony, mortified with a finger to my lips, then took a deep breath, opening the door so they can only see me still in my bath robe.

"Heyyy" I greeted with the awkwardest get out and don't make this weird smile I know.

"Hey mookie, we just wanted to check on you and see if you're good with the electricity going off and everything earlier." One of them said, clearly peeking inside my bedroom to see who's here, eyes widening that it was him before he could move himself. She gave me a look and I gave her one back like we telepathic or something.

"Girl yknow I'm good, just trying to finish this paper" I say hoping she takes the message that I know she's getting from me right now.

"Yeah I'm sure it's realll hard" She said acting like a real smart ass.

With a few more exchanges they go to their rooms to settle down for the night. After hearing both of their doors close I rush back to my room.

"Yeah, you gotta go" picking up his clothes and pushing them to his chest.

"But-"

"Look, I wish there was a better time to talk, but you have to go. This... is strange. We broke up. There's a reason why this ended. I know it was probably stupid of me to let you stay here during the storm, but this wasnt my intention." Pointing at the both of us.

I picked his arm up before he could get a word out to reason with me, clothes just tussled onto his body. If he sweet talks me again I really might not double back this time.

We get to the door and with the least amount of strength he has, he turns his body towards me and gently grabs my hand before I could open the door placing it back by my side.

"Y/n...why are you letting go of us... again? This still doesn't make sense and you know that."

I still. I remember this feeling... this sense of regret. But just like last time, I can't tell if it's the wrong choice or because I don't want to let go.

In truth, Ony feels... familiar. He'll always feel like a memory and I don't want to get too comfortable in his light of nostalgia. He brought such a level of solace in my life that I never wanted to replace. It was even more so after we became official....I don't want to become stagnant because of it. I have my own dreams, my own endeavors, and my own goals that I want to reach. It would be so easy to be a trophy wife to him... and he'd gladly let me. As a woman, I don't want that to be the tell all be all of my life when I know that I had a life before him. I didn't know if I could escape from it then and I definitely don't know now. That's the real reason why I keep shutting him out and probably why we broke up... but he can't know that.

"Because I know we won't end well. We're two different people Ony and this idea that you can just up and think everything is picture perfect for us has to stop now"

He looks in my eyes with such disappointment, then slight anger as his eyebrows pushed together. He opened his mouth to speak again but thought about it and decided not to, closing his eyes in the process. With a heavy huff from his chest, he looked at my eyes one last time for the night before turning away and leaving the complex.

When I shut the door, My girls came out immediately like paparazzi.

"You were over him huh?" One of them snarled at me. "It don't seem that way to me love. Maybe you shouldn't even go to the party tomorrow."

I looked down at the ground and they both took notice of my state. We all went to my bedroom and I explained everything that happened tonight. Their eyes looked at mine with frustration and awe. I held my head knowing their reaction just like they've been telling me for the past 3 months.

"You are not over that boy y/n"

"I think you're confused"

And they're right. I am. But I tell them the same thing I told them every time.

"But when he makes it to the league, what am I going to do? Wag my tail like a dog after him and have niggas tell me that I want his money or that I don't have half his talent for anything like them bitches was saying when we were together? And what if he cheats? He gon have hella girls at his disposable and I'll be feeling stupid like "I really wasted my time on this nigga". Y'all know how much I love Ony and I was just getting over him too. This is for the best for me right now y'all know that"

They gave each other a look and got up to hug me.

"Whatever decision you choose to make girl you know we got you. Just remember to listen to your heart sometimes"

With that, we said our little goodbyes and retired for the night. Ony on my mind, I went to bed.

Waking up, he is still on my mind. Getting my laptop, I tried to continue the paper but had no will power to do so. The whole morning and afternoon felt like that... no volition and all a blur. Wasting away in my bed after the three different times my girls checked up on me throughout the day I just can't escape him. It doesn't help having the daydream engrained of what could've been present with our past. In that same thought, I hear a buzz on my phone, too in tune with the delusional reaction thinking it could be him.

I look at it to see the ticket for the party tonight that one of my girls sent. I groan and get up, finally deciding to start my day and also prepare myself for tonight.

Hype hoochie music is playing on my speaker and I hear Looking For the Hoes again. I'm thinking of how good everything was before all that happened yesterday. Do I even regret it? Am I blocking my blessings?

I can't let a man distract me from my life though. There's a life before and after him and I have to remind myself of that.

Finally finished with my look and it finally being an hour after the party started, me and my girls head out for the wild night we been planning for months.

What I didn't know was that the line would feel like 3 miles long and realizing we need our ID when we're finally 5 feet before the security. Why are parties this complicated? I don't know. But luckily we all at least have pictures of our ID and got in.

When we step foot into the party, the first thing we see is purple lights illuminating the entire venue. People are scattered everywhere and in every other corner we see the Ques barking and hopping to their stroll.

"Lawd have mercy" one of my homegirls say in love with the ques. Me and the other laugh and roll our eyes.

After some time just standing, we decided to find a small table and sit down with our small get ups. Our drinks from the pregame were starting to kick in after 10 minutes and we were laughing our ass off drunk when we hear "Girl the way you move it got me in a trance-", and that was it. All of us pulled each other to the dance floor and start to turn up. I'm throwing ass on my home girl and catching from the other.

I needed this. Seriously. I forgot how fun it is to be outside in the streets. Seconds later, we hear a scream and laugh from a girl and gasp from the crowd. One of the Ques picked up a girl and started acting like he was eating her out.

We all looked at each other with our jaws dropped. Ain't no wayyyyy. They were not lying bout it getting wild.

Right behind where I see the spotlight shining, about 30 feet away, I saw a face I didn't think I'd see at all. Just as his eyes set in on the scene before him he also saw my eyes and we made eye contact for a brief second.

I turned my body so fast that I almost knocked my home girl over. In the middle of her fussing me out she asked what happened. Naturally, I told her that Ony is at the party.

"Why is a nigga at a Que party is the real question though?"

"Girl unimportant can we please move somewhere else"

We all move to a separate section of the party venue. This can not happen. I'm drunk and I been dancing? I can not see or be around that man right now.

Before I could even get the nightmare out my head, I hear a "Y/n" near my head. I turn around mouth slightly agape to see him once again. Even finer in his put together party get up than his athlete clothes from yesterday. My mind all caught up in him just like last time I'm in a blur of what he's actually saying to me.

"Y/n, why are you here right now?" He whispers yells in my ear from the loud music blasting from the speakers.

I look to my left and right and my homegirls dashed off like the road runner... traitors.

Looking at him once again, eyes low from the drink in my system I ask, "Ony, why would it matter to you? I'm not your girl and you not my man. We single. The real question is why you're at a Que party." Remembering what my homegirl had said to bite back at him.

He fixes his face, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek looking at me clearly frustrated. Just looking at his face he can't leave me alone. Sorry that's just drunk me talking I don't know whats on his mind.

"Y/n, why the hell you been drinking so much? Don't you got a paper to finish?"

"Ony you are not my daddy get up out my face!" I yell at him. "I'm out here having fun with my girls trying to get over YOUR ASS so why can't you just mind yo business!" Oops. My eyes widened, that last part wasn't supposed to come out. Fuck.

Shit, how did he react to that?

Without time for me to look up and see his face or even hear him utter a word, he has my hand in his and leading me somewhere and fast. I'm trying to keep up but it's kind of hard to have good foot and direction coordination in a party like this and off my ass.

With all of the movement feeling like a blur, I found both of us outside of the party venue from some back door. It's slightly raining by the building and the night sky showed a bright orange street light that was our only light source.

He takes off his jacket and puts it over my shoulders to warm me. It's a bit cold. What a gentleman.

"Y/n ... what did you say?"

He stares directly in my eyes with a sense of fervency and hope. One that I can't deny now.

Part 2?

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Authors Note: Hi y'all! I haven’t written fanfic in soooo long but never stopped reading lmao. I loveeee this one so much. It’s Literally the best fic ive done period thus far. I’m trying to think if I should start writing again fr esp for my fictional anime men.

#onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #onyankapon #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x reader #ony x black reader #aot x reader #aot smut

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velvetvexations · 2 months ago

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i feel really selfish saying this, but i really wish there were more general trans movies with characters who aren't trans women. like, i'm really glad that they're there and there should be more, but on the other hand, its kinda all thats there? obviously there ARE movies like this, but 9 times out of 10 when there's a recommendation to go see a trans movie, its either a trans women or a character heavily implied to be a trans women there. and i'm really glad those movies are there! but i'd just wish there could be a big discussion about movie and there would be a trans man or a nonbinary person representing the community.

(this also goes for other types of media too)

i sent an ask complaining about how the majority of trans movies that the community talks mainly show trans women and i wanna take that back cause a lot of those media are shitty towards trans women. i dont think its fair to complain about that when those media are awful towards trans women. i apologize

anon of the trans ppl in media asks you can publish them! i retracted it cause im kinda emotional rn and i couldn't really remember if i was being fair or shitty

I think what you're forgetting, anon, is that while trans women are depicted badly in a lot of places - less so over the years, people mainly reference things from the previous century - there's still way more positive transfem rep than there is of anything for transmascs, and that doesn't mean transfems have it better, but as always hyper-visibility and invisibility are two sides of the same coin. It's okay for invisibility to not feel good. There should indeed be more media about transmascs.

Now I'm finally doing that. This year I made my first ever hand sewn cosplay. There are definitely mistakes, but it's pretty sturdy and I can't express the sheer sense of pride I got from wearing something I sewed myself. There are some things I wanna tweak on it, like I must have made a mistake when measuring the waistband because it's WAY too thick. But it's functional, it's accurate, and it even has a zipper! It was expensive because of course for my first ever sewing project I picked a character with a pleated skirt (you need 3x your waist in fabric and im fat which definitely adds up lmao, plus i got the fabric custom printed from a print-on-demand company) and the pleats took forever to do. But I'm so so so proud of it. I'm looking into armor crafting with EVA foam for a future cosplay, and it's intimidating but I'm really excited at the idea of working with it. I've seen so many amazing armor sets and props made with EVA foam and I can't wait to make my own. I'm thinking I'm gonna cosplay Maple from BOFURI: I Don't Want to Get Hurt, So I'll Max Out My Defense.. Then again, that might be jumping off straight into the deep end again like I did for the last cosplay since she has a GIANT shield. At least I'm sticking to her main outfit, not the one with giant angel wings lmao. I may have watched several videos on wing crafting but even I'm not brazen (or stupid) enough to try making those for only my second real cosplay lmao. Anyway this has been your regularly unscheduled cosplay info dump. Thank you for tuning in, we'll see you next time!

Ambitious! I hope it all turns out great, it sounds like a lot of big projects to have on one's plate.

My opinions are a lot more nuanced than most takes on 'shipcourse' that ive seen, but I've gathered that im generally included when people say 'proshippers dni' based on how people define it in said dnis. I'm not gonna purposefully interact with someone who obviously doesn't want me there. But that makes it frustratingly difficult to find people to follow who also believe in things like transandrophobia. It happens all too often that I find someone with great takes and go to follow them, then see that they have a dni that includes me. It especially sucks when all the other things in the dni are things like "racist" and "transphobic". I'm sorry, but I just can't see having a nuanced opinion on fiction as being on the same level as being a bigot towards others. It sucks to be put on the same level as actively hateful people because I have concerns about the normalization of censorship. I believe that when you open the doors to censoring media because of morals, you set the groundwork for things like the Hays Code. Censorship has always been disproportionately used to silence marginalized groups. I just can't get behind that, no matter how 'noble' the intentions behind it might be.

If it helps any, I'm also what one would call a pro-shipper but find the word itself beneath my dignity because I think it's ridiculous it's an argument in the first place.

#discourse

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hellhoundnini · 1 year ago

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4d success story

pardon my swag, it’s DBF NENE.

backstory; am new to loa tumblr but i’ve been spiritual since 8th grade. i been been beeennn trynna manifest shifting to my dr, different circumstances or little materialistic things: 2 mans with fine ass 🥷🏿s , parties, money, going out wit friends more, clothes, n no matter what product i use , my edges n hair slick down to the gods.

but then indigo detry’s “i am god rampage” came up on my yt recommended, n i ended up watching it cs i loveee finding n getting to know other spiritual ppl who r spiritual like ME. iykyk i used to be a “hotep” lmaoa but indigo woke sum up in my brain. her vids inspired me so much and i literally only watched her videos for manifestation cs i was literally uninterested in everyone else. i would spend all day binging her videos, cs i enjoy spiritual shit so much, her page was fucking refreshing after being swept up in my 3ds wack ass shit for so long,

(over the years my spiritual journey slowed down n became less lively :( cs i lost myself in my 3ds bs)

now: since then a bad bitch has manifested a couple of tings

-lenient dad who gimme $ n doesn’t give not 1 fuck let alone 2 n lets us eat out more

-being the beauty standard

-these 🥷🏿s luh me

-weight gain

-visions of my manifestations

the chisme

not all my manifestations have appeared in my 3d yet but it’s fine cs ik it’s alr done. today, i was meditating, trynna shift to a boarding school dr that’s hella magical n fun, (it’s summa time n a bitch off work), ended up falling asleep, woke up n tried again but js decided to visualize n why do i get a clear ass vision of me in my car (that i have in the 4d currently) but i look like my dr selfff?? my dr self looks completely different from my OG (old self) so i’m hype asf and in the vision i open my eyes n FINALLY see my new face, im literally so prettyyy, looking at my lashes in the folding mirror in the drivers seat, making sure a bad bitch still look cute. i realize im in control so i decide to smile in the vision n my smile was so cutee i tweaked it to my preferánce.

this is so exciting cs my desired face was only a concept— i based my new look off this youtuber i watch but i look like im her younger prettier sister, so obviously i’ve never seen ms. new me up until this point. before i had my vision i would just visualize a blank face whenever i wanted to imagine, but now i know exactly how my desired face looks n im happy.

#lawofassumption #manifestation #desired face #loa success story

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lunar-lair · 1 year ago

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oh my god i never told you guys abt my disaster twins competitive pkmn players concept. one sec ill put it under a cut for you bc this might get long lmao

so basically. gen 9 came out, and the boys, in their recent-switch glory, were like omg hell yes. game time. donnie and leo both get violet and mikey and raph both get scarlet (theyve got their own games bc they would tear each other apart if they had to share physical copies trust me) and generally trade around exclusives and chill etc etc. also while im on this leo picks quaxly, mikey is a toss up between fuecoco and quaxly, raph picks fuecoco obvs, and donnie picks sprigatito, as does april when she gets her own copy of violet later (which she honestly only chose for the loyalty points lmao she likes karaidon better)

anyways i was saying. donnie is one of those nerds who like perfectly iv trains his normal ass in-game team and builds perfect compositions around typings and looks up the gyms types n stuff and he was SO excited when he learned abt tera types and how they impacted team comps

leo on the other hand has the messiest type crossover and team comp EVER but still manages to thrash his opponents bc he uses really good movesets and strategies

the twins get into watching competitive videos while they play violet in silence together (hashtag parallel play) until donnie eventually starts commenting on weird stat spreads and leo eventually bursts out about shitty move choices and weird sets, or leo starts showing donnie videos abt odd pkmn getting high in latters, and then they start watching showdown battles...

and they lightbulb.

donnie loves building teams more than anything else, loves making them efficient as humanly possible.

leo loves showing the potential of odd pokemon and would kill for a good strategic challenge after all this time (hes been protecting against nemona and using electroweb against gym leaders, poor guy).

and, well, its not like you need anything special to get on the ladder in violet...

they start out simple, donnie building a basic team and leo reviewing it before going at the basic gen 9 ladders.

they kind of wreck house.

they just start going at the ladders with that team in their free time, then a different one when they get bored, then one with a few oddballs when donnie decides to ask leo what pokemon he wants to use, then they get kind of bored of just paldean pokemon so donnie gets to work understanding showdown...

but while its fun, they dont have anyone to brag to, because their brothers have no fucking clue what theyre talking about.

donnie has experience with youtube, right?

so they set up a little joint thing; a channel called disasterx2, no webcam, just videos about ladder battles. they end up specializing both in unique teams and movesets and in just vids about breaking down walls in ladders with a normal team. what makes both nifty is that donnie explains the whole team comp in a separate video to the battles, and the aesthetic quality is improved by donnies sensibilities and mikeys input (he was absolutely excited when they asked him to help with it. leo was no help. so much offense, actually, i have a feeling his fashion sense is good but the moment you try to make him make something look good visually on its own hes screwed.), and leos strategies are batshit, and ofc the boys are the boys, they go on tangents sometimes when they do real-time audio during battles and sometimes they just. dont cut them out. raph and mikey make guest appearances sometimes, april cheers them on on occasion, her and raph are very relieved bc its finally something non destructive they can spend their time on, its all great.

leo very often picks pokemon and movesets out and then donnie provides the pokemon (through breeding and stat spread tweaking, because god knows hed love that nerd shit). donnie likes it because 1. how leo uses those outlier pokemon is very interesting and 2. it gives him an opportunity to think about how to apply the right stats, natures, etc to apply to the pokemon and moves leo chose.

one of my favorite ever headcanons is that leo gets quiet when he focuses. like, dead quiet, and terrifyingly quiet. hes well known in their fandom for being very chatty over voiceover and then pretty quiet whenever hes playing challenging battles. donnie doesnt understand the strategies all that well so when leo gets too focused he just talks a lot abt the stat spreads and they add extra text to the video lmao. sometimes they utilize their clueless family members to have them ask questions they wouldnt have considered due to their knowledge in videos, sometimes donnie snags mikey while leos too quiet when theyre doing real-time audio, etc the fam knows theyre just glad theyre having fun

looks around flips through my mental notebook. nods twice. thats it i think! basically i think itd be fun if the twins played competitive but donnie built the teams and leo played hehe. i thought of it one day and it just stuck with me. anyways thanks for sticking w me through this long post that i need to end before my phone glitches out oops

#i DO have a laptop but. i started on mobile. sooo #hope a post thats just a headcanon like this was fun to read at least lmao #rottmnt #pokemon #lunas lies #for new ppl context thats just my talk tag im not actually lying prommy lmao #disaster twins #ehhh kinda? its the focus/the point at least #rise leo #rise donnie #mom come pick me up im still bad at tags

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professionallydeadinside · 2 years ago

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Okok so i’ve had the idea for a while and just finally decided to actually think of a full au for it. The whole thing is that once you hit a certain age, every once in however you go to sleep and get a glimpse at your future with your soulmate, whether it’s meeting them, getting married, or just a domestic moment where you make dinner or are sleep, just anything. And like that’s it but still. And once you meet your soulmate I’m still deciding on whether you should still get little glimpses of the future or if they should just stop i dunno im still deciding. I also think the glimpses would be tweaked based on the ship, like for spirk i think it’d be interesting if Jim knew his whole life he’d be with a vulcan and spock knowing he’d be with a human, while for narumitsu i think the faces would have to be blurry and unclear because they have to pine for like a trillion years even when they are soulmates. I also like the idea of people being able to tell when they’re gonna have a glimpse like “hey man wanna hang out tonight you can stay over if you want” “nah man i’m gonna have a glimpse tonight” “oh hell yeah man thats stellar yeah we can do this another time”. It could also be a traditional thing to have someone in the room with you when you go to sleep for when you wake up, either to comfort you if your glimpse was upsetting, or to calm you down if you wake up super excited and pumped. Also because it’d be funny to hear whatever your friend mumbles in their sleep when they have their glimpse. Also still deciding if the view from the glimpse should be like a camera on the wall or straight from your eyesight like you’re looking at your soulmate in real time. Anyway yeah i’ll maybe add more but just dreaming of the future with your soulmate (and then the sheer joy of that moment happening and just being like yes!!! This is my soulmate!!! I knew this would happen!!! This is my person!!!!! Im doing the thing with my person just like i dreamed!!!!!)

IM SO SORRY I THOUGHT I ANSWERED THIS ANYWAY THAT SOUNDS COOL AS HELL I LOVE IT WASDHGASDFGHGFDSASDFG

#answered

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espritdediamant · 2 years ago

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𓆩⟡𓆪 | #PHOTODUMP [ february housekeeping! ]

#UPDATES.

happy februaryyy i have finally kicked myself into action to get things rolling properly for the month here. i did a LOT of unexpected cross-continental travelling and moving around last month, which sort of squashed my activity ambitions... (in the mean time, i've been finishing up tweaks to the blog and fighting with posts, mostly. i for some reason have nooo ability to trim posts regardless of whatever extensions i use, so i'm still figuring out how to keep things tidy for everyone. eventually i gave up on that and played with aesthetics and graphics instead, pff. i finally have figured out a vibe that's consistent so i think i can focus on writing instead of just putting filters on photos, now. the muse possess the mun sometimes, lol.) anyway! i had a very satisfying first month as a member of the group and you've all been super welcoming - thank you! i'm eager to continue settling in and interact with more members of nru. last but not least, thank you, as well, to folks who sent cater little birthday greetings. they were warmly received and much appreciated as lil activity boosts!!

#MANIFESTING.

my primary aim is to begin writing with more people! i only have one (1) active thread right now, and so i'm chomping at the bit to write more broadly. i'll probably make a plotting/starter call, since that seems to be the go-to, though i find it tricky to generate ideas that way sometimes. i'll figure out my approach in the coming days, which of course you'll be the first to know! my secondary aim is to finish the memies symbol headcanon prompts, which i'm grateful to have received! they were indeed fun to begin drafting while on any multitude of airplanes. there are five in total that will be finished and queued soon. my tertiary aim is to complete and queue some of the independent headcanon posts i've been working on for cater! i find it easier to commit to actually finishing and sharing these sorts of things if i acknowledge them as they're in progress, so i have the following in the works: 𓆩⟡𓆪 - an analysis of cater's relationship to heartslabyul's ideals & socialization, complete with (unfortunately?) citations from sociological theory. 𓆩⟡𓆪 - a more detailed look into cater's affinity for astrology, and the areas of scholarly study within the discipline that he finds most interesting. 𓆩⟡𓆪 - cater's enneagram & mbti report, because there's nothing the world loves more than more personality tests my stretch goal is to crush that stamp card this month. i'm going to try sOOOO HARD. mark my words!!

as always, my thread tracker is in my pinned post & i'm reachable on discord and twitter for plotting, and a plotting call or open starter or both is on the way soon. now that im no longer larping as a jetsetter and am back to my natural homebody state, i'm excited to have some energy and focus to devote here in earnest hahaha.

#[ remember kids its only halfway through the month bc it's a short one. ]#𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴... | OOC.#𝘊𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵! | HOUSEKEEPING.

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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It’s truly a monster of a work LOL maybe someday….the wc is fr insane maybe it’s what influenced you /j

HAHA “just make an oc” is CRAZY but SO TRUE like guys this isn’t even the same character atp

PAUSEE NAGI TAKING OVER THE YOTD FIC IDEA??? Adapting it to fit the original universe sounds a little complicated but if you ever decide to write that I bet it’d be fire….second lead Rin….haha guys!!

I’m actually living for these peregrine rants HELLO?? I love the angst and drama the three main fights also I’m CRYING reader drunkenly approaching Kira bc she thought he was NAGI IM DEAD stop I live for this shit the orie viral news misunderstanding??? Stop this is literally like one of my favorite types of scenarios

I’m laughing so hard the “damn you’re really that emotional over your friends’ wedding good for you” is so fucking funny and it’s also such a Nagi thing to think but THE CONFESSION AT THE WEDDING AND KIRA TWEAKING and CHIGIRI DUMPJNG THW WINE AND DROPPING THAT LINE??? TOO GOOD >>>>>> I can’t that’s also so chigiri holy cow the red hair comeback line is actually too genius I’m losing my mind thinking about it

Peregrine goes so fucking hard……omfg…GUYS..!!!!! Makes me wanna go reread it rn this plot is fr cooking though

LMAOO REAL tiktok truly has its ways…but omg BAROU NEXT I second that I’m actually so excited for Barou’s version too based off our convo it’s gonna be really entertaining to read….im ngl I almost forgot niko was in peregrine too Lowk him in that sidekick-esque role is perfect

LMAOA bro my grind is nothing compared to your writing grind HAHA im also just gonna put my response here to cut down on asks

LMAOAOA no bc my face when i realized….usually he has his trademark “mediocre/dunce” that’s all the same phrase (romanized to bon) but I’ve literally never seen him use this phrase ANYWHERE except for in reference to kiyora so im assuming it must be specifically set aside for him??? Lmao????? It’s basically the same just means “mediocre/average/nothing special” but the way he purposefully uses a different phrase for kiyora has me going crazy

MY EXACT THOUGHTS I read that and snorted that’s so otoya LMAOO but from that it seems like otoya Karasu (and probably himizu) ganged up on/bullied kiyora LOL bro really had all the opps on his team Nagi’s team adopting him like they’re cps has me cackling they really said “let’s get you out of this hostile environment” but FRRRR can’t wait….speaking of new chapters have you seen the ones for the main series yet? I don’t have all that many thoughts about it but we’re finally moving ig?? LOL

- Karasu anon

LMAOO miraverse fic w an orv word count when??? jk idk if i could ever write something that long…200k words is my sweet spot that’s about how long pomegranate ink and endure are (give or take ten thousand) so if i do end up writing something crazy for bllk it’ll probably be abt that length (one of my aot fics was supposed to end up at 500-600k words but i got out of aot so i never finished it 😓 but if you ever see me posting abt ship in the harbor that’s the one!! people really liked it despite it being hardly related to aot and they surprisingly LOVED the ocs i literally still get asks abt them)

LMAOO NO BECAUSE IT’S SO TRUE making ocs is fun there’s nothing wrong with it but stop misinterpreting kaiser like this bro is not your playboy dom daddy he probably has intimacy issues 😭

OKAY BUT IT RLLY COULD COOK it would be sad asf though like major character death sad 😓 since if i did it it’d be a reworking of year of the roses and in that hak literally kills shinah (cue time travel shenanigans that actually just lead to the same inevitable outcome) so uhhh rin stans and nagi stans alike might hate me (it would go crazy though if my tik tok audios fail me i’ll def consider doing that)

LMAOOOO NO BECAUSE I WAS GIGGLING WHEN I THOUGHT OF THAT like why would nagi even be there?? but yk drunk logic 😭 no but that’s such a butterfly effect moment because if she hadn’t gone to the party and met kira she probably would’ve called nagi during the whole orie misunderstanding and straightened things out pretty fast but because kira was there and ready she just gave up and didn’t even try 😓

HAHA plsss no nagi was just trying to cover for her he kinda picked up that smth else was wrong just because he knew her so well but he didn’t want to embarrass her in front of everyone so that’s why he made the excuse and then asked her again privately why she was upset!! when he’s a considerate king 🤩 he’s had many years to think about what he could have done better so he’s def reformed a bit…and LMAOO miraverse chigiri is truly superior he’s sooo funny and sassy i love him he’s fr peregrine reader’s platonic soulmate they are SO funny in the college era!! because their hangouts are basically may and reo being all lovey dovey and then reader + chigiri making fun of them (also the chigiri and kira beef is LEGENDARY HAHA)

I MISS PEREGRINE it’s actually so fun so interesting so cool one day i will return to the grind for it omg i’ve gotten so many people asking abt when i will update again and i’m just like 😰 idkkk

HELP niko consistently in his sidekick era he’s always there in some way shape or form i can’t help it it’s just the exact vibe he’s always bringing to the function!! BAROU’S VERSION WILL BE SO FUN i am sososo excited for the oaeu imagine i start writing it now even though i still have requests to do…NO I MUSTN’T

THEY ARE SO MEAN TO KIYORA BRO you know it’s bad when barou and nagi seem like cuddly sweethearts in comparison 😭 honestly justice for kiyora no wonder he’s always ready to fight i would be too 😓 and smh karasu bro rlly went from the bullied to the bully…I CAN FIX HIM THOUGH TRUST next epinagi chapter will be me standing there w my hands on karasu’s shoulders like “look at me baby 🥺 this isn’t you 🥺” FJDJDJSJSJ jkjk

yesss i did see the new chap!! okay wait i was joking abt the this isn’t you but why was isagi deadass serving the 🥺 emoji in that one panel w rin i hope yk what i’m talking abt…at least rin finally scored YAYY i’m hoping the match ends soon just one more goal to go!! and then the next arc begins…or maybe we finally get a peek at barcha vs manshine!! rooting for nagi to come back 🤩

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fungusfairgrounds · 6 months ago

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Finally trying spurs design cause i am thinking about artfight also. Im clueless on my lineup this year I dont thiink it will change much but there are definitely some refs I want to update. Fisheye mostly for an alt fit cause I literally never have him in the gear in game...and Elwood cause I want to tweak his design and make him look gentler in a sense + make it more obvious he has boobs so people dont draw him cis.

In an ideal world I'd be able to add all my splat 3 ocs i have currently but only Fisheye has a drawn colored ref of any kind. But also at least for splatoon ocs i dont have to think up outfits if I don't want to... but also thats like 6 new refs or just 3 if I only include the ocs i actually have names for. I kinda really miss making splat ocs but also I have so many I'm feeling guilty about it and idk why. Twitter spaces are ruining the joy of making ocs i cannot lie, there it really feels like ur only supposed to have 1 oc. But i digress.

For pokemon i at least would like a ref for Spur. I have another new oc named Gill but idk I'm really struggling with his design so I'll see. A dlc look for Cole would be nice...hydie honestly needs a new ref but no one draws him wrong either despite the really old art so its like...should i bother. Idk. Probably why i don't update old refs i dont really hate my old art its just...old. but if its still accurate then why mess with it u know. Im not the ref machine i was in highschool where i could make 5 a day lol

Idk where i was going with this oh well. Here are some rambles. Im excited for artfight im glad its still a thing

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kusundei · 4 months ago

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siiighhh im so. so tired i ncnat its bad cuz its threatenijg me again by making me want to tweak out. AGAIN. no cuz i sidnt even fully let it happen ealrier bcuz iii oculdnt. felt bad. cant let thay happen r yoy insane.. im just. so upser. with myself if anything. if he stays or if he goes im realizinf irs the same eirher way id feel bad. hes already condmened gomself to not have a good time and jf he stays gome BECAUSE of me id feel so bad. i feel bad both ways why am i affecting yoyr ability to have a good time 🙂‍↕️ your mom is right and irs okay. if it was meant to be it wouldve been already. cant have everyhtjng j dont think. im jusr. so upser. sorta. ifs always whenever i try too hard. hope for something and then it. falls apart ebcause i was excited or hoped for it j thjnk. just keep feeling bad. i cant do anything for him snd i got his hopes up and i couldnt even do this much 🙂‍↕️ jusr afraid hes tweaking out. he said he wojldnt but im still. scared

realizinf its the same regardless if hes scross the country or not. it truly is worse when he is so close and i dannot see him. wish i called gim or at least tried . i know je provablt didnt want to mostly cuz hes like . passing oht already but . heh. hehehe. this is whag im afraid of 🙂‍↕️ irs okay though. cant be dependent on rhat i need to remember gow to sleep alone like jes not even sctually there hs jusr. rhere. but not there. im jsuf. idk heh 😛 its okay though. im okay. i sont tweak i wont crash out i jusr need to finish my shit but i cant finish it anymore cuz i feel. so. strange. csnt do this if i feel weird bcuz then it’ll seep into what im makinf. yoy know.

no cuz i acknowledge thats jsur like a dumb weird thing bhr jrs just like. errr. jf im making him something i should be filled w love not anxiety 😛 why id always hold off on making things till i was filled fully and completely w love 🙂‍↕️ ar least if i dont go and he still goes ill. finish his yr book. still have so much to do but its okay ill figure it out. i iusr feel bad but i think thats nust my brain trying to get me to tweak out cuz im tired and ive been tired and ive already tweaked out a few times roday 🙂‍↕️ wanrs rje final nail in the coffin. how am i meant to sleep. heh. hehehe. its okay though im good.

saveee yourselffff dont everrr loook backkk 🙂‍↕️

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calehenituse-brainrot · 3 years ago

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Oh my good god.

Cales new outfit in the newest chapter.

Haaaa.

I want to wear it after a nice long session of fucki-

HELLO THERE

this ask was referring to this particular outfit right here but i just got around this🥲 im sorry

ANYWAYS LETS START WITH A MILD SMUT WITH THIS OUTFIT BECAUSE IDK IM HORNY LOL also im tweaking the ask here a bit because uhhh i have an idea ☺️

for this one, we're just gonna need the coat 🏃💨💨💨

@bomiflower our hc that krs cale is a boob man is finally being used 🥲

WARNING : NSFW CONTENT

SOME SORT OF PART TWO(?) FOR "CLOTHES"

Cale already knew of your tendencies to steal his clothes and he lets it go, not minding much of it. After all, you do look good with some of his clothes and the way you can style and accessorize them is always pleasing to look at.

"It's because I'm wearing it," you'd always say with a dramatic flair, something that Cale wholeheartedly agrees on even though most of the time he showed it by giving you silence and perhaps a kiss on the cheek.

You always looked elegant when you donned his clothes and that you talk serious business, something you always consider important because being a woman and being one of Duke Deruth's trusted aides sometimes earn you a lot of shit from other people.

It also sometimes help that people will notice some of the coats you wore are noticed to be Cale's, a subtle way of showing that you were one of his people and to not mess with you.

"Oh, look at this!"

Cale kept his eyes closed, listening to you prattle as you rummage through his closet, only in your bathrobe and hair still wet from your earlier bath.

He heard you shuffling a bit and he kept his eyes closed, still wanting to sleep more despite having sleepiness slowly disappearing from his mind and body as he hears you hum a happy tune while you're doing your own thing.

"Let's see if this fits me," he heard you say, your voice showing that you were excited.

Cale hears the rustling of clothes from where he lays on the bed. He rubbed his eyes before eventually rubbing his whole face, knowing that if he continued sleeping, he'd miss dinner and eventually woke up because of hunger, something he does not want.

"Oh, wow, I look really good."

Cale finally changed positions. He was laying on his side while sleeping but now he's laying on his back, staring at the ceilings while listening to you talk.

"Cale, what do you think?"

Cale forced himself to prop himself with his elbows, barely sitting up. He looked at you for a moment with half-closed lids, his brain processing what he was seeing for a few seconds before his eyes widened.

"W-what—" Cale sat up on the bed, his whole body immediately stiffening as he stared at what you were wearing. "What are you wearing?"

"One of your long coats!" You answered with a bright grin, turning to look back at the mirror in front of you and posing. "I didn't expect it to fit my body so well."

Cale gulped, staring at you who's running both of your hands down the coat, rubbing down some of the wrinkles around your chest area.

You were only wearing your underwear aside from the long coat. You had fastened the belt on your waist, the coat pressing up against your breasts, showing a delicious amount of cleavage and stomach, even down to your navel.

Your underwear being the only thing to cover you aside from the coat made it look cute and it only made him want to rip it away.

"I look good, right?" You asked, turning to show it to Cale and eyes immediately brightening when the redhead let out a groan, sinking back to the bed in defeat.

"Caleeee," you whined, walking over to the bed.

Cale stared at you when you appear by the side of the bed, eyes drifting from your face to your cleavage, his face somehow staying nonchalant as he does so.

"Does it look good?" You asked him softly, almost as if you were whispering. Cale looked at the grin on your face and let a sigh escape his mouth, "You're doing this on purpose."

"So, do I look good or not?" You asked again, flipping your hair back as you lowered yourself to the bed.

"Of course you do," Cale answered, tucking a few strands of your hair behind your ear once you were close enough. "You always look good."

"Mhm, I don't feel good, though," you whispered, leaning closer to Cale.

Cale couldn't help but grin at your words. "Yeah? You need someone to make you feel good?"

You let out an exasperated sigh, completely dramatic. "Oh, if only there's someone out there—"

You yelped when Cale sat up and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you on top of him. He let out a huff when you landed on top of him and while you're giggling, he's placing both of his hands on your hips, placing you on his lap.

"You should dress like this often," Cale commented, one of his hands coming up to caress the coat on your chest area, purposefully pressing to your breast. "When we're alone."

"You think so?" You asked him, a bit surprised because Cale had never been vocal when it comes to these sorts of things.

You yelped again when Cale pinched your nipple through the coat and pulled on them as he answers, "No. You'll catch a cold."

A shot of pain shot up through your body along with pleasure that had you clenching your thighs together, shuffling on the growing bulge beneath you.

"Ow," you bleated, smacking his hand away. "Give me a warning next time."

Cale let out a chuckle. "I apologize. Allow me to help you feel better?"

"Gods, no," you turned him down immediately. "You'll end up getting carried away and I'll have to live with a tender chest for the next few days."

Cale leaned to your sternum, turning his head to the side a bit to let his lips brush against your breast, placing light kisses here and there. "Hm, I won't do it again."

"Liar," you told him so while letting the coat to fall off your shoulders a bit, finally exposing your erect nipples.

Even you can't turn away from Cale if he's asking for something.

"So soft," Cale murmured, hands coming up to the underside of your breasts. He gave them a gentle massage, pressing his lips multiple times on your left breast.

"So perfect," he continued, thumb and index finger pinching at your right nipple and pulling on them multiple times.

Cale opens his mouth, tongue circling around the areola of your left breast before wrapping his lips around the erect nipple, sucking gently.

You let out a sigh, running a hand through Cale's red hair and throwing your head back. You press your clothed cunt against his bulge, moving your hips in tiny thrusts.

Cake bit onto your nipple and pulled them with his teeth, tongue circling around it once before he kissed you up your collarbones. One of his hands stopped massaging your breasts and instead went down to your ass cheeks, helping you grind your cunt to his bulge.

"Good girl," he praised you, his other hand going to your underwear and pulling it aside, making sure your clit was brushing directly to his pants. "Keep moving like that, pretty girl. You're doing great."

You let out a quiet moan, head thrown back as you quicken your thrusts against his pants, the coat has fallen off your shoulders and leaving you with only the belt fastened around your waist.

Cale pushed the pad of his thumb on your clit, helping you to reach your orgasm faster by rubbing your clit with it. He looked at your bouncing tits as you move, licking his lips before he captured one nipple into his mouth, sucking, biting, and pulling the nipple with his teeth.

"C-Cale," you sighed, your hand at the nape of his neck and tugging on his hair. "Cale, I'm—"

Cale thrust his hips up and you bit your lower lip to make sure you wouldn't get too loud. You quicken your hips, feeling the coarse fabric of Cale's pants against your cunt and his thumb rubbing your clit furiously.

You can feel the Cale's pants slowly soaking wet by your fluids, the sounds of wet fabric being pressed and rubbed were lewd enough for you to let out a moan.

Cale suddenly thrust his hips up and you repeated his name like a mantra when you came, more fluids coming out of your cunt and staining Cale's pants.

"Shit," you cursed, controlling your breathing.

Cale pulled away from you, looking down at his pants while you raised your body a bit from him, a string of your sticky cum connecting your cunt and his pants. Cale runs his middle finger along your slit, causing you to curl your toes and wince since you were still sensitive.

You chewed on your lower lip, feeling his fingertip circling your hole and teasing it by pushing a little bit in before pulling out.

"How is it, [Name]?" He asked you with a smile. "Was that enough to make you feel good?"

#cale henituse x reader #trash of the count's family #im sleeping after this hehe #totcf #cale henituse #tcf cale #x reader #answered ask #ask me stuff #lout of count's family #cale henituse smut

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kj-munch · 2 years ago

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!! actno POLEASE! Why wont backspace worjk

DR CHARLES ACTON-DOLLO my bestie. its been a while since ive posted any legit lore with him and some stuff has been tweaked so im gonna do a pretty hefty recap, so forewarning this is gonna be long as fuck

starting in pre-canon, he used to be a high school bio teacher! he has a degree in biotechnology so he was a bit overqualified for the job, but he struggled to find work closer to what he studied for. he felt a little disappointed with himself for that, but he DID love his job as a teacher a lot, plus he had his husband murphy at his side! things werent perfect but they were damn close, and the two of them planned to have a child together in the very near future.

UNTIL the madness hit nevada full swing. plans for a child went out the window with the hellscape nevada was devolving into with no sign of improving. acton lost his job as a teacher, but was quickly picked up by the newly forming AAHW due to his expertise in biotechnology. things were shitty, but he was able to find excitement in finally becoming a respected scientist! one of the leading figures in the development of the MAG program in fact!

some time later, following a close call incident in which acton was nearly a casualty, his husband murphy convinced him that he needed to be there to help protect him. the two of them agreed that the best course of action would be for murphy to become MAG, as those are powerful enough that the risk of murphy being seriously injured or even killed on the job was very low. additionally they agreed to it because it was intended to be temporary (murphy signs a contract to agree to work for the AAHW in year long stints, at the end of each year long period he would be able to either renew the contract or quit and be cloned back into a regular grunt body)

but only around a month after murphy was magnified, he began showing signs of something having gone wrong. acton could do nothing but watch from the sidelines as the man he married rapidly devolved into a bitter, cruel and work-obsessed MAG agent who answered onto to law and snapped at anybody who dared try to compare him to his old self.

obviously watching this happen and not knowing how to help in the slightest, actons own mental state began to deteriorate. being completely loathed by the man who’s still your husband on paper does things to a guy! especially when youre the head of the department dedicated to monitoring him and youre forced to interact with him almost daily! acton began to avoid law in face to face interactions the best he could, but his job position and his own desperate attachment never let him go too far

this went on for months, the tension on both ends only continuing to build until eventually it finally all came to a head. during a standard monitored training session, law snapped and attempted to murder acton. as a heat of the moment decision it was poorly planned. law shatters and reaches through the observation window and manages to kill several other scientists in the project law team in his attempt to reach acton. (important side tangent i shoulda mentioned earlier probably but w/e, when murphy was magnified they implanted a remotely controlled detonator in the back of his neck. as a powerful and dangerous MAG, this was intended as a safety measure in the case he ever turned on his fellow agents. as the head of the project law team, acton was entrusted with the controller)

actons remaining attachment made him hesitate to resort to the detonator, along with a mix of shock at what he was seeing. he hesitated long enough for several other people in the room to die, in which acton finally activated the controller and killed law.

despite everything, acton cant bear to lose law. hes beat down by months of open hatred from him, but he’s still desperately hopeful that murphy has to be in there somewhere. he goes back and forth with AAHW higher-ups to negotiate laws revival, which is eventually granted. learning this news, the remaining members of the project law team (many of which actually good friends of acton) turn on him and are hurt and shocked that he could STILL be defending law after EVERYTHING. many refuse to work with him and demand to be moved to a different department.

when law is revived approximately a week after his death, acton is the one to greet him. the conversation goes south fast and law lets loose how deeply his loathing runs, for acton AND himself. law doesnt attempt to physically harm him again, and i want to depict this scene in art one day so i wont go too in depth now, but actons still left deeply wounded.

with his social circles now COMPLETELY destroyed and having no one to talk to, acton finally just relents under the pressure. barely a week after laws revival, acton quietly dissents and goes completely off the grid. hes working under his own contract and cant simply quit, as a higher ranking scientist he has too much insider knowledge to risk trying to escape to another city where he could still live in some sort of comfort. he’s forced to completely go it alone.

actons time after his dissent is 90% spent feeling miserable and sorry for himself, and 10% scavenging for the bare minimum resources to keep himself alive. hes a weak scientist, he’s not built for surviving on his own out in the wastes, and he only manages to scrape by by laying low and hiding from any passerby. this doesnt always work, a few times he is found by bandits who rob him for what little belongings he has, and beat the shit out of him for the fun of it.

its a fucking miserable existence. but hes afraid to die, so he spends his last days thinking about what he couldve done different. how he couldve saved murphy, or not let it happen in the first place. he reminisces on the good old days quite a bit too. ultimately hes just wasting away out there, a far cry from the bright-eyed respected top scientist he once was.

#holy shit this is long and probably disorganized as fuck IM SORRY #i have to go to work in five mins #but yeah heres a huge fucking summary some parts are a little foggy as im still tweaking them #TLDR science man mags his husband then gets sad about it #dr. acton #madness combat oc #madcom oc #scraps #feel free to ask questions if u have em!#hope this is helpful

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stealforreal · 3 years ago

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Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

#mha #mha x reader #dad au #shoto todoroki #mha midoriya #mha todoroki #mha x y/n #dad todoroki #Twins #timetravel #quirks #Shoto is so cute #futurekids

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Palm Readings {Eruri}

A/N: oughhh i love Levi so much but its so hard to keep him in character omfggg. He slipped out of character several times in this fic im really sorry about that, and i was genuinely looking up online whether or not he SWEARS because im ridiculous(ly in love with him) but i still hope this turned out okay orz. anyways this note got a little bit long, sorry about that, but i still hope you enjoy this one!

Summary: After Eren and his friends decided to mess with Levi’s equipment, he’s in a pretty bad mood. He decides to see Erwin so that he might be able to help out, but Erwin has something he wants to try first.

Word Count: 1.9k (under the cut)

Levi grumbled as he walked down the hallway towards Erwin’s office. He was getting seriously pissed off at that Eren kid and his friends.

They apparently thought it would be funny to sneak into the Scouts armory and gunk up Levi’s gear. Luckily, he wasn’t on duty and didn’t need to use it, but he had spent the last two hours cleaning it up, hearing chuckles from the brats just outside of the armory door.

He sighed, looking down at his hands. They were still a little dirty from the gunk, he hated being dirty. He didn’t want to wipe it on his usually pristine uniform either, though, so he opted to just wait to wash his hands in hopes of it coming off.

“Yoohoo! Levi!” A voice called, and Levi looked up from his grubby hands to see Hange running towards him. He groaned in annoyance; what could they possibly want now?

“Levi! I just found this awesome book! I gave it to Commander Erwin, you should go see him and ask about it!” They exclaimed excitedly, and Levi nodded, grimacing.

“I’m sure it’s great, Hange. I was on my way there just now anyway, I’ll… make sure to ask.”

Hange whooped and nodded, quickly walking off as they were probably off to conduct more of their weird experiments with Eren.

“If you’re gonna see Eren, punch him for me,” Levi called, and Hange gave him a thumbs up as they skipped off. Levi rolled his eyes. If he didn’t see Eren with a black eye next time he saw him, he’d definitely hand it to Hange.

He finally arrived at Erwin’s office, knocking on the door and waiting for permission to enter. Erwin called out that he could, and Levi slowly opened the door, nodding his head politely at Erwin before shutting the door behind him. He glanced over at the thick-browed man, noticing that he was nose-deep in a rather thick book. Levi clicked his tongue in mild annoyance. It was probably that book that Hange was telling him about.

“Good afternoon, Commander Erwin,” Levi said, walking over to his desk and standing in front of it. Erwin looked up at him with a small smile on his face. He pushed out his chair and set the book down, walking over to Levi and holding his hand.

“I already told you, you don’t have to call me Commander when it’s just the two of us,” He said with a soft smile, pulling Levi’s hand up to his lips as he gave it a gentle kiss. Levi remained poker-faced, though his heart rate had a hiccup of excitement as Erwin kissed his hand.

Erwin looked down at Levi, noticing the sour look on his face and quirked an eyebrow.

“Is something the matter, Levi?”

Levi opened his mouth to speak, about to complain about the brats to the captain when something… stopped him. Perhaps it was embarrassment over seeming petty, perhaps it was not wanting to seem annoyed in front of his partner, but either way, Levi closed his lips and shook his head.

“It’s nothing,” He stated flatly, and Erwin frowned.

“It certainly doesn’t seem like nothing,” He said, and he let go of Levi’s hand, noticing a bit of dirt on his own when he pulled away.

“Why are your hands so dirty, Levi?”

Levi felt his face warm in embarrassment. He was known for his neatness, especially with the Commander, and he felt himself humiliated at the fact that his hands were still dirty.

“It’s nothing,” He said again, and Erwin sighed loudly.

“I see we’re going to play that game… come, take a seat,” He said, gesturing to the couch. Levi did so, taking it as an order as Erwin sat down next to him, reaching for his hand again as he pulled out a handkerchief.

“You’ll get it dirty-” Levi protested, starting to pull his hand back, but Erwin held firmly onto his wrist, shaking his head.

“I’ll just wash it later, here.”

Erwin gently wiped off Levi’s palms, so gently that the light sensations caused tingles to erupt from his hand, sending little waves on Levi’s nerves. He bit his lip, hiding a small chuckle that threatened to break through as Erwin finished wiping his hand off.

“Thank you,” Levi muttered, and Erwin nodded, tucking his handkerchief back into his pocket, still holding onto Levi’s wrist. Levi tried to pull away but Erwin wouldn’t let go. He sighed, looking up at the taller man.

“Can I have my hand back?”

“Hm… not quite yet. Hange lent me this rather interesting book, and I want to try out what I’ve learned from it. Have you ever had your palm read?”

Levi looked at Erwin and shook his head, Erwin humming as he brought his finger to Levi’s palm. Levi didn’t pull his hand away as Erwin gently tapped his finger against his palm.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all, Commander.”

Erwin rolled his eyes, tracing his finger along one of the lines on Levi’s palm. “I already told you not to call me that.”

Levi bit his lip as Erwin lightly traced his palm, focusing on it intently before striking up conversation with Levi.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re upset?”

Levi shook his head when Erwin glanced up at him, the blonde sighing as he continued tracing Levi’s palm. Levi choked on a giggle as Erwin looked at him, a small smile on his face as he continued.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Levi shook his head again, a small whimper escaping his lips as Erwin traced over the heel of his palm, a grin growing on Erwin’s face.

“Why do you not want to talk about it, Levi?”

“I-I’m humanity’s strongest soldier I - I don’t get annoyed by petty things,” He said, and Erwin raised an eyebrow, stopping his hand.

“So you’re not upset, but you’re annoyed?”

Levi turned his head away from Erwin, gasping softly when he resumed tracing his palm.

“Are - Are you done yet?” Levi stuttered, trying to contain himself as Erwin hummed.

“Almost.”

He traced one final line on Levi’s hand and let go of him, reaching for his other hand, which Levi pulled away.

“I thought you were done,” He said, and Erwin shook his head, a small hint of a grin on his face as he reached for Levi’s wrist again. Levi pulled away again and held his hand above his head away from Erwin, who frowned and crossed his arms.

“Surely you can figure out whatever my future or whatever is from one palm?” Levi said, an arrogant tone in his voice as he kept his hand far away from Erwin. “Or is the great Commander still a novice in palm reading?”

Erwin looked at Levi, a small grin on his face. He leaned forward, uncrossing his arms as Levi leaned back, a confused look on his face.

“You know, Levi,” Erwin started, cupping Levi’s cheek. “You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish.”

Levi’s eyes widened, but before he could so much as run away, Erwin had already dug his hands under Levi’s arms. Levi’s arms snapped down and he lurched forward, Erwin pinning Levi down easily as Levi gasped sharply, shaking back and forth as he held back his laughter.

“Where’s that laugh, Levi?” Erwin teased, scribbling his fingers in the sensitive hollows as Levi arched his back, huffing as he felt his chest well up with stored laughter. Erwin traveled down to Levi’s ribs, kneading his ribcage as he gasped, biting his lip as a few giggles managed to escape.

“S-Stop,” Was all Levi managed to speak out, and Erwin hummed.

“I’ll stop when you tell me what’s annoying you,” Erwin said plainly, and Levi shook his head. He wasn’t as annoyed anymore, especially after spending a bit of time with Erwin, and he felt embarrassed being annoyed over something so petty.

“I-I can’t tell yoHOhohou! No!” Levi laughed, breaking when Erwin experimentally grabbed his hip, giving it a quick squeeze. Levi spasmed underneath Erwin, squirming harder than before as giggles poured from his lips. Erwin grinned amusedly.

“There’s that laugh,” Erwin said softly, Levi’s laughter echoing through his office as he continued to pinch gently at his hips, the soft touches driving Levi mad. Levi threw his head back, messing up his normally perfect hair as he shook.

“Erwin! Stahahahap!” Levi snickered, covering his mouth with one hand as he tried to pry off Erwin’s hands with the other. Erwin hummed, continuing to knead Levi’s rather sensitive hips as Levi threw his head back, writhing in ticklish agony.

Erwin leaned down as Levi’s head was thrown back, pressing his lips against Levi’s neck as he continued to cackle, shoving at Erwin’s head now with his hand as Erwin peppered his neck with ticklish kisses, driving Levi up the wall.

“Get ohohohohoff! Y-You stuhuhuhupid - GAHahaa!” Levi yelled suddenly when Erwin dug his thumb into his hipbone, wiggling it around as Levi kicked his legs frantically, his laughter doubling.

Erwin pulled away from Levi’s neck, who immediately scrunched up his shoulders to protect himself from further neck torture. Erwin chuckled, moving his hands down from Levi’s hips and tweaked his thighs. Levi gasped, kicking his leg up and almost hitting Erwin, who managed to catch his knee right before it hit him.

Erwin squeezed his thigh once more and Levi choked on a laugh, squirming. Erwin let go of Levi’s knee, using both hands now to knead his thighs as Levi struggled, frantic laughter pouring from his lips as his face grew pink, both from embarrassment and the sheer amount he was laughing. He hadn’t laughed like this since…

Levi was too overcome with his own frantic laughter to think of the last time he had laughed this hard. Even though Erwin had known he was ticklish he only ever pinched or poked him in passing, mostly to get him to smile or get his attention. He also minded to only do it when they were alone, knowing how Levi would’ve hated someone else knowing.

“Erwihihin! I’m seheherious!”

Erwin chuckled. “You don’t seem very serious.”

Levi was seriously going to kill Erwin after this. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, his lungs already felt like they were about to burst from the amount of laughter escaping from his throat. Levi continued to laugh, finally deciding to swallow his pride and tell Erwin what was wrong.

“Okahahay! I-I’ll tell yohohohou! Now stahahap!”

Erwin immediately let up, hands still on Levi’s upper thighs as he panted beneath him, chest heaving up and down as he covered his eyes with his arm so he wouldn’t have to look at Erwin. Erwin waited patiently for Levi to recover, who eventually sat up and shoved Erwin off of him as the taller man chuckled.

“It’s those damn brats, they messed up my gear. I spent almost two hours cleaning it, and I could hear them laughing the whole time…” Levi confessed, and Erwin frowned. He knew how neat Levi could be, and how he wouldn’t let other people touch his gear because of this. Erwin sighed, reaching for Levi’s hand. He gently rubbed his thumb over the top of it, looking down at Levi who grumbled.

“I’ll make sure to take care of it, I’m sorry about that.”

“You don’t need to apologize, you didn’t do anything,” Levi said. Erwin chuckled.

“I did just tickle you until you fessed up, though,” Erwin said, rubbing the back of his neck in a slightly embarrassed way. Levi rolled his eyes and Erwin chuckled, standing up with Levi following him, dusting himself off.

“What say we go and take care of them together?”

“Permission to beat some sense into them?”

Erwin laughed and pat Levi’s back, shaking his head.

“Words first, Levi.”

Levi rolled his eyes again but nodded, walking out of the office with Erwin.

#eruri #erwin #levi #attack on titan #anon #tickle fic

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