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dokoni-mo · 2 years ago

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Warm Water || William Afton x GN! Reader

summary: you find yourself exausted, but he knows just what to do.

mostly SFW // Fluff

word count : 3773

warnings: age-gap relationship (reader is 20, Will is almost 40), dom/sub undertones, secret relationship, will is obsessive but not as much in this one, fluff, kisses, non-sexual nudity, cuddling, Willy has scars, pet names, exhaustion, hickeys, swearing, Will likes being called sir i just know it, cuddling, non-sexual intimacy, not very proofread, also just laregly a lot of rambling adfjafk idk im so tired, very very slight sexual themes so minors dni

a/n: i'm tagging my normal people for Crave (aka the peepaw chronicles) for this because it does take place in the same universe, but i'll leave it up to interpretation on whether or not you deem it cannon to the story (so im sorry if you didn't want to be tagged!!),, this is probably the most-self indulgent thing i've ever written so please bear with me,, i'm just very tired from school LMAOO and wanted to write smth more fluffy with willy and his lil bun

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William Afton fucking hated baths. He hated a lot of things, but baths were probably towards the top of the list.

Even thinking about them made his skin crawl. Just the thought of sitting there, in your own dirt and grime? In a stuffy, humid room next to where the toilet is? Disgusting. He didn't consider himself to be a germaphobe, no. That wasn't it at all. He worked with children on a Monday-through-Friday basis. He wasn't scared of germs or getting sick. He'd built up quite the immune system over the years of working at the diner.

He just found the notion of sitting there like a big, sweaty dumpling inside of a soup comprised of water and your own dirt, sweat, and germs revolting.

But you liked them. You liked them a lot.

It was one of the few things William didn't quite understand about you. How could you like something so gross? You had explained your reasoning to him before when he had first found out. Something about how the warmth all around you was comforting, as well as the various different soaps and scents you could use to spruce it up. But, try as you might to explain it, he still didn't understand. Couldn't a shower do the same thing? Without you having to sit in your own filth?

Whatever. He wasn't going to argue with you about it. His bunny enjoyed many strange things, but he wasn't going to take any enjoyment away from them just because he didn't understand. He loved you. He'd never do such a thing.

As out-of-character as it was for him, he found himself buying more bath-related things to secretly store away in his bathroom. For when you came over, of course. You seemed to appreciate it when he gave the array of soaps and other liquids to you, giving him a nice kiss on the cheek. As much as he didn't understand your reasoning, your little smile was all he cared about at the end of the day. He could tolerate your conflicting views. That's what love is all about, isn't it?

William didn't share too many disagreements with you. Not as much as he initially expected when he first made you his. You were soulmates, after all. It's only natural you share similar perspectives.

It was both a blessing and a curse, however. As much as William liked how similar you were, there was a few things he wished he kept for himself and himself only. Such as the work-ethic the two of you shared.

The older man was somewhat of a workaholic. While he reserved the weekends for you and only you, he was much different during the week. He would spend extra hours at the diner frequently. And, when he wasn't at his restaurant, he was tinkering away at some side-project down in his cellar. It wasn't very healthy, but it's how he liked to do things. Gave him character, but also made his hair turn grey.

You liked his grey hairs, though. And he was still handsome with it.

But, his bunny was the same way. You being in college, you had a lot of work to do. Sometimes so much that you'd have to bring your assignments over to his house on the weekends and do them there, even though the two of you agreed long ago that the weekends were couple time. You were a driven little thing. William could see it when he got to watch you work, in the pain in your lower back and shoulders, and in the dark circles under your precious eyes when you fell asleep next to him.

Poor bunny. He didn't want you to work so hard. It hurt his heart seeing you so stressed all the time. Your schooling is important, yes, but you mustn't be so hard on yourself. You're a clever little rabbit. You don't need to devote so much of your time on work, surely not.

Besides, sometimes, William couldn't help but feel a little jealous when all your attention was on your books and papers rather than him.

This was one of those times.

With the turn of the seasons, your professors had also swamped you with several different tests and assignments to turn in sooner rather than later. You never really liked to complain about it to William, he found, but he could tell that the pressure was weighing on you. This had been the third weekend in a row that you had brought your coursework over to his house, your nose buried in the pages; your eyes on the words rather than him.

William kept you company while you worked to have himself nearby, but he couldn't help but be a little peeved. The weekends were sir and bunny's time. Not boring old college.

The brit was watching your back as you scribbled away in your notebook, sitting on the floor in front of him with his coffee table used as your make-shift desk. You had been at it since the moment you finished the breakfast he made you this morning, and now the Utah sun was just starting to creep below the horizon. Worry was in the older man's grey eyes. When was the last time he saw you stand up? Or even scurry yourself to the bathroom? Or get a drink of water? He couldn't remember. And that wasn't good.

He was a patient man, yes, and did value a college education. But William was tired of waiting for you. He barely gets to see his adorable bunny during the week. He'd rather spend this time with you curled up in his bed, closer to him on his lap, or just talking to you. But you hadn't said a word in hours. Even though you were right in front of him, he missed his bunny. And the amount you were working was getting a little ridiculous for his tastes.

"Love?" He asked you through the silence, gently reaching out a hand and rubbing circles into your back, "Are you almost done? It's getting late, little one."

He watched as you looked over your shoulder towards him, but not enough to have your full attention. You seemed just a tad annoyed with him, but he understood. When you were concentrated, you didn't much like him disturbing you.

But he didn't much like not having you in his arms right now.

"Umm..." you breathed, "I dunno, Will. I have, like... two chapters left? To take notes on? So just a little longer, okay?"

The older man felt his jaw clench, "You said that three hours ago, bunny."

"I know, I just... I need to get this done before the deadline. I'm sorry."

"And when exactly is all this due then, hm?"

"Uh... friday?"

"It's Saturday, love."

"I know, I know, just... Just gimme one more hour. Then I promise I'll be done."

William let out a sigh. You had said that three hours ago, too.

The brit watched as you went back to scribbling away in your notebook, finding himself more annoyed. Not at you, of course, but by the situation. You didn't need to work this hard, no. You were William's bunny, after all. You shouldn't ever need to lift a finger around him. But, you were a workaholic just like he was. You liked doing things yourself

He loved and hated you for it.

His fingertips still on your back, William felt his other hand reach up to smooth your hair away from your face. Even though he didn't get a direct shot of you, he could tell that you were tired. He could see the dark circles under your eyes from his spot on the couch, and the slight redness that had crept into them. Hell, your back must be aching too from sitting on the ground for so long. And didn't your pretty little head hurt? Surely it did.

Sweet bunny. You needed a break. You needed to be done for the day. Plain and simple.

Reaching forward, William pressed a few soft, warm kisses to the side of your cheek and hair as he took your pencil away from you, laying it on the table. When you turned around at him to protest, he seized the opportunity to capture your lips into his, lingering on your sweet taste for perhaps longer than he should have. He pulled back and brought his hands close, cradling your jaw a few inches away from his face.

"I think you've done far enough for today, little one." He said to you, using his thumbs to caress your cheeks, "Wouldn't you agree?"

He could feel your cheeks heat slightly under his touch, "Will, if I finish today, I'll have time to visit your office during the week. So I really need to finish."

William let out a chuckle. He always did like having you in his office. It was cute you were thinking of him.

"But you're here now, my love." He said, "And I want you now."

"I... I want you too, but-"

William shushed you before you could continue, leaning in and giving you another sweet, long kiss.

The brit pulled away, looking into your tired eyes again, "You work far too hard, bunny. You'll burn yourself out. And I want my little rabbit to be happy, yeah?"

You nodded in response.

"Of course I do. And I'd hope you'd want the same for yourself, yes?"

You nodded again, "Yes... sir."

William's soft smile widened as he let out a pleased hum, "Good bunny. Now, why don't we relax a bit, hm? You've definitely earned it, my darling."

He watched as your cheeks heated up some more, your eyes flickering downward, "I... I think I'm gonna be too tired to-"

The brit chuckled, "No, love, no. I'm not talking about that. I was thinking of something a little different for tonight."

"Like what?"

"You still like baths, right bunny?"

"Yeah? Why?"

William couldn't believe he was saying this. But, he knew it'd have to be something special to get you away from your work. Luckily, he knew just what to do. Even if it wrecked his pride just a hair.

"Would you care to join me for one?"

You furrowed your brow in confusion at his words, but a soft smile still remained out of amusement.

"Join you? For a bath?" You asked.

"Yes, love."

You let out a little laugh, "Will, you hate baths. You've made that really clear over these last few months."

William let out a hum, brushing some more hair away from your face, "Yes, I do. But I love you far more than I hate them. And I know they're always relaxing for you, love. And I want to help you do just that. You're tired, bunny. I can see it."

He leaned in and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Just let me take care of you." He continued, "Like I promised I would. Can you do that for me, love?"

The older man saw how your smile widened at his words, "Fine, fine. Just promise me you're not gonna complain the whole time."

"Of course not, bunny. Now, come here. Let me pick you up, yeah?"

William took you wrapping your arms around his neck as you accepting his invitation. Leaning down a little more, he scooped you up into his arms and held you close, pressing a kiss to your blushy cheek a you giggled as his strength. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he carried you all the way from his living room into his master-bathroom, placing you down so you could sit on the lidded-toilet.

Rolling up his dress-shirt sleeves, William opened up the cabinet under his sink and looked at the vast array of bath materials he had collected for you. He pulled out each one and laid them on the ground, making sure the labels were pointed towards you so that you could read them.

Once all of the products were out, the brit closed the cabinet and took a knee in front of you for you to discuss with him which ones you wanted to use.

"Do you even know what these things are?" You asked, picking up a clear bottle to read it more closely.

"If I'm being honest, love," he said, "I have no idea. The woman at the shop helped me pick a lot of them out."

You giggled again, "Well, this here is a bubble-bath. You put it in the water while it's running and it makes a lot of bubbles. And that baggie is bath salts. It just makes the bath, like... mineral-y."

The older man quirked a brow, "Mineral-y?"

"It's hard to describe! It's just good for your skin."

"I see." William reached down and picked up a pinkish jar, "What about this? It doesn't look like you've used it that much."

"Oh, those are petal-soaps. They look like flower petals but they're actually soap. They dissolve in the water after a while. They make the water smell like roses too! I was saving them for a special occasion."

"Well, is this a special enough occasion?"

"Getting the Mr. Afton into a bath? Hell yeah it is."

William chuckled, "You flatter me, bunny."

You smiled back at him, "The petals and the bubble-bath will be nice. That's what I wanna use."

"If you say so, love."

With your final approval on the products being used, William shifted himself over to his large, porcelain-white bath, reaching in and stopping the drain before turning the hot-water valve on. The sound of the water hitting the dry tub filled the air, the pipes creaking just a tad at the rare usage. While the water poured down, the brit used the opportunity to pour in some of the bubble bath liquid. William then let the water run for a few minutes more, leaving his fingertips under the water until it warmed up.

"Is this too hot for you, bunny?" He asked. You reached forward past the older man to feel the water.

"Nah, it's good. I like it to be real warm."

"Perfect. Wait here then."

Shaking the water off his hand, William stood up from his kneeling position over to one of the longer, taller cabinets nearby. Reaching inside, he pulled out a few of his favorite soft, lush purplish-grey towels, walking back over and handing one to you.

"Here, love." He said, "So you don't freeze to death before the bath fills up."

You took the towel with a soft thank you as you stood up from your seat on the toilet. You turned away from the brit as you pulled your shirt off over your head, his eyes fixated on your bare back as he unbuttoned his dress shirt. As you slipped off your pants and underwear, William could see the ghosts of former hickeys he had given you past weekends on your shoulders and thighs. You were a good bunny and didn't try and cover them up with any makeup or anything, just like he wanted. The more recent ones were fading, though.

He'd have to fix that soon.

He continued to watch as you kicked all your clothes into a pile by the foot of the bath and wrapped the towel around you. Your nude body no longer available for him to see, he went back to removing his own clothes.

Once they were all off, and neatly folded on the edge of his sink, William wrapped his towel around his lower half and stepped closer to you. You were watching the water fill up and he snaked his long, scarred arms around your middle, pulling you close to his chest. He could feel how you smiled as he pressed his kisses into your hair.

"I love you, bunny." He mumbled against you, feeling your little hands glide over the scars on his forearms as you leaned back against him.

"I love you too, Will." you responded.

He continued his assault of kisses onto your cheek and jaw, "Are you feeling any better, my love?"

"Definitely. I didn't even realize how tired I was."

William let out a hum as his kisses found your neck, "You have been working for almost 12 full hours, bunny."

"Oh my god, really?"

"Mhm."

You let out a groan, "Oh my god, that's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, Will. I didn't even realize. You must've been so bored."

"Don't apologize, little one. I know how much your Uni means to you."

"Yeah, but still... I feel bad. I don't want you to be bored. And we only get to see each other on weekends. It doesn't help I already pissed half of it away."

"It's not your job to entertain me, love. You know just having you here is enough."

"But I don't wanna be just enough. I wanna be like... better. Because you do so much for me. I... I feel like I don't try hard enough sometimes. And I'm sorry."

William let out a sympathetic hum and he lifted your chin up to him, giving your lips a sweet, reassuring peck.

"Everything about you is perfect, bunny. I wouldn't change one thing about you. You try more than you realize."

"How?"

"Well, you did say you were working so late because you wanted to see me in my office, yeah?"

"Yeah..."

"And why is that?"

"Because I know you like it when I do."

William gave you another kiss, "See?"

You smiled at your own silliness, standing on your tip-toes to kiss him one last time, "Fine, fine. You win."

William smiled to match your own, "You worry too much, bunny. I understand what's going on in that pretty head of yours. I love you, and nothing's going to ever change that."

"What if I was ugly?"

"You're not ugly, love."

"But what if I was?"

"I'd still love you."

"What if, like, I only spoke in rhymes or something?"

"It'd be... odd, but I'd still love you."

You giggled, "What if I burned down the diner?"

"Well... you know, I never really liked it much. You'd honestly be doing me a favor, love. So I'd probably love you even more."

"Should I go do it then?"

"Maybe later, bunny. Looks like our bath is full."

Giving you one last kiss on your cheek, William padded over to the running faucet and turned off the valve. In his peripheral, he saw you grab the can of the fake petals and open it up, grabbing a fistful and throwing the small soaps on top of the bubbles. The reddish-pink hue contrasted greatly over the white bubbles and water, making the bath look rather pretty. William was impressed.

William allowed himself to step into the bath first, unwrapping his lower half, folding and placing the towel on the ground nearby. The bubbles dispersing around him, William made sure that water was still a good temperature for you before he sat down in the bath. Once situated, he held out his hand for you.

Placing your soft, small palm in his, you let your towel drop to the floor as you got in the bath yourself. Using his hand as a balance, you sunk your legs in beneath the bubbles as you sat down in the water as well. William spread his bare legs apart beneath the water to make room for you, holding onto your waist and guiding you to lean back against him. You followed his silent order, your bare back against his scarred chest as you rested your head on his strong shoulder. The man pressed a few kisses to your hair as he wrapped his arms around you beneath the water. You relaxed against him easily, and your eyes fluttered shut at the warm feeling around you.

"Is it too hot, bunny?" He asked you, already knowing what you would say, but still wanting to make sure.

"It's perfect, Will." You mumbled, "Thank you."

The brit felt himself smile, "There's no need to thank me, little one. I'm just happy I got you to myself now."

You breathed out a laugh, "Didn't like third-wheeling my textbook, hm?"

"Not at all." He pressed another kiss to your cheek, "You're mine. I should never be the third wheel."

"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to."

"I know. It's alright. Just relax, bunny."

Leaning down to press more kisses into the back of your neck, William lifted up his wet hands out of the water, making a splash echo through the bathroom. Steadily, he grabbed onto your shoulders and rubbed firm, massaging circles into your back with his thumbs and the heels of his palms. You shut your eyes tighter at the feeling, a few low groans escaping the back of your throat.

"Feel good?" He asked. All you could do was nod as he chuckled, "Good. I'm glad. Your muscles are quite firm, love. You shouldn't be sitting on the floor like that for so long."

"If I got on the couch," you said, "I knew you wouldn't let me get off it again and back to work."

William laughed, "You know me far too well, bunny."

"You're just very predictable sometimes."

"Oh? Am I now?"

You nodded again, "Only sometimes though. Like today when I woke up, I would've never guessed you'd be in here with me right now."

"I can't say I predicted that either, love."

You breathed out a laugh, "If you don't like it, you don't have to stay, Will."

"No, no." William pressed more kisses to the back of your neck, rubbing deeply into your more firm muscles, "I actually think it's rather nice in here."

"Really? Or are you just trying to not make me feel bad?"

"I mean it, love. It's nice. But, perhaps I'm biased. How could I not enjoy being so close to my precious rabbit, hm?"

Your smile grew as you leaned back against his chest again, making his arms return to their home around your waist. You had scooted down so that your head rested more so on his collarbone, allowing you to look up at him more clearly, and him at you.

"Along with predictable," you said, "You're also really cheesy sometimes."

"Oh, you love it though, don't you bunny?"

"I do." You leaned up and gave the brit a kiss on the jaw, "And I love you too. Thank you for everything tonight, Will. I really appreciate it."

The older man felt his heart swell in his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Anytime, my love. Anytime."

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thehollowwriter · 5 months ago

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Some NRC Silas hcs cause I can't stop thinking about it:

•The smallest uniform size is too big on him, he's so malnourished that most of it just hangs hangs off him, and the pants need a belt like it's a lifeline or it'll just slide off him

•His hair is in a DREADFUL state. It's dirty, knotty and greasy and full of split ends. It'll make Vil burst into tears smh/hj

•He creeps a lot of students out cause he looks like a cryptid (pale, so skinny you can see his cheekbones/ribs/etc, some inhuman features, etc), mostly lurks in the dark and stares at you with huge pupils (is it just me who finds blown pupils creepy... ok)

•Silas barely says a word. He's even less talkative than his adult self, and some people even thought he was either deaf or mute until he spoke once or twice ("Wait, you can talk???")

•He takes a really long time to write tests and do work or homework cause here he would have learned to read and write JUST before coming to NRC

•Uses a cane due to his injury and has hit many a student in the back of the head with it for trying to kick it out from under him (they end up knocked out cold)

•He ended up in so much pain he was unable to walk after his first week there cause he didn't mention his disability to anyone and he spent most of the time just pushing past the pain like he usually does (then he was given a cane fjgjgjgjg)

•He's oven worse than Morrigan in regards to obedience because to him, the only thing that matters is having food and staying alive. Stop telling him what to do, more than half of these rules are pointless

•His dorm leader has no idea what to do with him because no punishments seem to fix his behaviour

•He cannot conprehend duels. What do you mean he's not supposed to use lethal force? What do you mean we're attacking each other for grades?

•The first time Silas ever duelled with someone, he straight up stabbed himself in the palm and used the blood to start casting abyssal spells because he thinks they're more effective than "normal" magic

•Sits by himself during lunch and ignores everyone all the time

•Do not come up to him and suddenly start talking or try to scare/surpise him. His default reaction is slashing your throat open

•He sleeps a lot during the day and does most of his work at night

•His favourite subject would be astrology because he likes looking at the stars

•He's genuinely interested in learning even if it doesn't seem that way

•Silas will wander off to the beach and go swim or visit Emrys (I think Emrys would stay near Sage Island for Silas) and doesn't care if it's past curfew or if he hasn't gotten permission

I'll probably come up with some more later, idk Silas interacting with kids his own age but also in a place like NRC is so interesting to me

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@offorestsongs @kitwasnothere @elenauaurs @boopshoops @inotonline

@1dont-really-know @kazumify @minteasketches @elysia-nsimp @skrimpyskimpy

@casp1an-sea @offorestsongs @tixdixl @poisoned-pearls @the-trinket-witch

@ramshacklerumble @ghostiidasponk @thegoldencontracts @the-banana-0verlord @cloudcountry

@skriblee-ksk @twstinginthewind @lumdays @theolivetree123 @natsukishinomiyaswife

@authoruio @jewelulu @raguiras @honeynclove @moonyasnow

#quinn quips #silas clearcove #twisted wonderland #twst oc

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sophiesbookishthings · 3 months ago

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August Reads

Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson

This book reminded me a lot of Ella Enchanted for some reason. It had a very similar vibe with the love story and the adventure. Wit/Hoid was the narrator which was delightful. I always love a good immortal silly guy who's actually wise and powerful that shows up all the time. Also this book has pirates, so big selling point for me. And I thought the whole spore thing going on with Tress's planet was really cool. 12 moons is a bit excessive though lol. I really liked this book a lot, it was fun. Definitely a book I'll be rereading at some point I think.

5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Book of Bill by Bill Cipher Alex Hirsch

Oh Gravity Falls my beloved. This show is still like top 10 for me tbh. It just fits my brand of weird so well. And idk if I was always like this or if I'm like this because of Gravity Falls lol. I can't believe we got new content in 2024. Also, Ford and Bill are totally exes. Mabel's right.

5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Circe by Madeline Miller

I will always love a good greek mythology retelling. I was (and will always be) a Percy Jackson kid at heart. I will admit, though, I didn't know a ton about Circe going into this, as I often confused her and Calypso. But as per any mythology based book I read, there were a lot of ventures to wikipedia to learn a bit more about who's who and what else they were involved in. Oddly enough, though, I hated The Odyssey when i had to read it in high school. If there's 1000 Odysseus haters, I'm one of them, etc., etc. or whatever. But Penelope (my beloved) was done right in this book. I also liked that Circe is a morally grey protagonist in the story. She does a lot of stuff that is not really very good, but I support women's wrongs so I thought she was super interesting. And altogether i just really liked this book. There's something about the way Madeline Miller writes that hits just right for me.

4.5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️✨️

In an Absent Dream by Seanan McGuire

I love the Wayward Children series so much. I was a lot like Lundy as a kid. Very about rules and books and pretty alone. I really found the goblin market super intriguing and I think it's one of the worlds from the series I would do best in. It's all about fair deals so it can be harsh at times but it was always fair. I knew the end of the book was coming since Lundy was a character in previous books but it did still hit hard.

4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Across the Green Grass Fields by Seanan McGuire

More Wayward Children! The main character of this book was intersex, which I didn't actually know going into it, but it was neat cause I don't think I've ever read a book with an intersex character before. I really liked the setting of this book. The Hooflands seem to be one of the least harrowing worlds in the series. I loved the centaurs that took care of Regan. They were fun.

Belladonna by Adalyn Grace

4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Elantris by Brandon Sanderson

This one was really good. I've had this book for a while now and I just haven't got around to reading it until now and I'm so glad I finally picked it up. I really liked both the main character and the love interest, which is kinda rare for me. The whole concept of a girl that's quite literally followed by death was really cool and very well done. I'm excited to read the rest of the series, which I believe is recently completed.

5/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm trying so hard not to finish all the Sanderson books (but mostly the stormlight archive) before Wind and Truth comes out in December. So I'm reading standalones and definitely not Rythm of War. Tell me why this book took me so long to finish though. I've read stormlight archive books in less time than this took me. It wasn't even that I disliked this book in any way I just don't think it grabbed me as much and I struggled to make myself sit down and read it. This book was super heavy on the politics and religious aspects of the plot and I think that may have been what caused it to drag for me since I tend to be a bit more interested in the magic aspect of fantasy books. But luckily that did pick up a bit more toward the end. But anyway! I loved Sarene in particular. I thought she was so cool. She was manipulating the hell out of people the whole book and I loved it. The end did make me interested see what Sanderson will do in the sequel.

3.75/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️✨️

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plasmasimagination · 1 year ago

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Greetings ! I saw your match up event and I don't know if you're still up to it but I'll give it a shot anyways !

Fandom : Honkai Star Rail

Characters I don't want to be paired up with : Blade, Sampo (sorry boys)

Ahem, I'm an ISFP who's rising sign is Scorpio, moon sign is Aries and solar sign is cancer.

I absolutely adore writing, reading and exploring outside, urbex is the best thing I've ever known in my entire life. I'm also trilingual ! I just like languages so I'm studying them, probably to travel later although I might just change and get a bachlors degree in psychology just so I can help people. I also love swimming, favorite sport ngl. I forgot to mention, my pronouns are she/her and I'm bisexual though I lean a little more towards women (bless them).

In terms of personality I'd say I'm pretty shy and quiet with strangers but once I know them I'm a goofy dumbass and seem pretty extroverted because I become rather chatty. People have mentioned how intimidating I look, I'm about 5'8 and fairly fit with broad shoulders. So some have approached me out of curiosity and because I look mysterious (their words not mine). Though I'm a big teddy bear, my love language is physical touch and quality time after all.

Aside from my height I have middle length wavy (mb fluffy too ig) brown hair and brown eyes. I wear glasses or else I can't see crap. My clothing style is rather tomboyish, I prefer brown and beige colours and wear pretty simple things (tho I make them stylish).

Some details about myself are that I really like a good challenge and annoying the heck out of someone, some say I seem a little sadistic with my teasing lmao. Despite being chatty I'm rather laid back and quiet.

Have a good day btw ! I hope it was enough.

HELLO THERE SWEETHEART YAYAYA, so you didn't mention which gender you want to be paired up with so i just decided to give you uh...both? Bisexual problems frfr anyyyywaaays, matchup go!

March 7th!

Okay okay I know you might be asking why and stuff, so first off, who are you to question my way? (/J) and second here's why!

I always like to pair up introverts and extroverts together so they can balance each other out

And you two would fit so well, like-

Intimidating girlfriend that looks like she could beat your ass, and cute smol girlfriend protected

IDK I JUST FIND IT ADORABLE

You might say that you see her more as a friend but I think you two would start off as friends and then turn into something more

Also two chatty cuties would be a blast to be with one another, like I like to imagine march would enjoy chatting with you even if it's just random ranting about insignificant stuff and then be excited to hear your opinion on the insignificant stuff😭

Welt!

Calm collected and reserved

A complete opposite of march yet still a fit for you

This time two introverts together, who enjoy each others company

He prefers to listen to you talk rather than talking himself, but he does enjoy making small comments or chuckling at your stories

Very interested in your writing hobby

Will ask you to show him the newest thing you wrote, he gives constructive criticism but also praises, a tiny bit ;)

Your annoying won't work in him because he will just see it as your personality (ouch) and will sit there with a small smile on his face

Also enjoys different languages and will be fairly impressed by your knowledge, sometimes will ask a thing or two about a certain thing he's unsure of

Doesn't mind your displays of affection, quality time and acts of service are his so he's completely content and happy with spending time with you

About physical contact, he's rather not the one to initiate it, but if you do it first he'll have no trouble ab it

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fishklok · 2 years ago

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Hey I hope it's okay to ask you this but do you have any advice for writing quickly? You always seem to update your fics fast.

Sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for a while ;0; ironically defeating the purpose of your question lol.

I'll see if I can explain it to the best of my ability.

The most helpful thing to me by far has been incorporating writing into my daily routine. It has gotten to the point where I feel weird if I go to bed without writing. That's just a matter of perseverance. If you use Discord, the bot Sprinto has been incredibly helpful. Even if you're not in a Discord group with a lot of people, it can still help you a lot. I have Sprinto in my personal server and just being able to block out set chunks of time to write can be all I need.

But here's some more advice. Idk how universal this will be, so I'm just going to detail my process.

I used to over-plan as a writer. As in, I would plot out every trivial detail before I ever started writing. This was just a fancy form of procrastination.

This is part of my proto-outlines from 2013 (this would later be expanded into another outline). Not only would i plan out each story beat, but I would color coordinate the scenes based on what the main character was feeling during them. Maybe this method works for someone, but personally I found that it just prevented me from writing. It also tended to push me into a corner. As in "my character has grown and evolved since my outline, but my notes say they feel sad in this scene so...." It can lead to inconsistent characterization.

What has worked for me recently is to keep my plans as rough notes at first, and only write a formal outline once I'm deep in the story and it's too big for me to keep track of without a road map.

Here's my outline for one of my Metalocalypse fanfics.

My columns are "chapter, date chapter takes place during, ages of main characters, key moments". I also use a spreadsheet so I can easily add/delete chapters. I only make spreadsheets like this for fics that are so long that I need to keep track of the story. I also only include the dates if the time frame is relevant. Don't let yourself get bogged down in too much detail. Also you don't need to list everything that happens.

This is literally the only plot point I have in my current fic chapter:

That's it. That's all I have to go off of. But I'm currently 2722 words into this chapter and I'm still not done. Give yourself all the information you need to remember where the story is going, but still give yourself room to play with. Again, I only make these outlines once I feel grounded in the story I'm writing. Basically, treat your outlines like a map -- not a gps. As long as you know where the major roads are and where the destination is, you don't always need to plan out each turn.

That's the biggest piece of advice I have. Plan your stories out, but don't let your plan overpower your writing. Remember why you're actually writing in the first place. Having an end goal is the number one thing that keeps me motivated to keep working on a story.

And here's some general unorganized advice.

Find a reliable place to keep all of the writing ideas that plop into your head. Sometimes I get ideas for dialogue exchanges 20 chapters from now, but I know I won't remember them when I get to that point. Personally, I have a separate channel in my personal discord for out of context writing stuff, but even just a notebook will work.

Go out and experience life, and think about how you'd write it. I'm not just talking about major life events. The mundane details of your life can provide so much ammunition. Even if you're not physically writing, just the act of noticing things can really strengthen that muscle. Practice noticing senses you don't usually incorporate into your writing. What does the food you eat feel like in your mouth? What goes through your mind when you walk down the street? Really dig into everything you feel. Were you bummed that your favorite restaurant closed down? That might feel small, but if you take that feeling and expand on it, you can use it to express your own characters' sadness. Notice the world around you. View every experience as a potential piece of writing. You can easily milk 2 paragraphs out of that.

Your rough draft doesn't have to include every detail. If your first draft simply says "he felt sad", that's fine. "He felt sad" is three more words than you would have had in your wip if you didn't write that day. As time goes on, you can expand that sentence into exploring the nuances of how that character experiences sadness at that specific moment. Boom, 2 more paragraphs.

Think about which projects you want to see to completion. If you're only working on a story because it's popular or because you think you have to, it's going to feel like a slog. Now, I've definitely stuck with some fics even though certain plot points felt slow, but I continued writing because I was excited for what came after.

Reread your stuff. Not only is this useful for continuity, but it can be a great motivator.

If you find yourself struggling with a wip in a way that can't be excused to just writer's block, delete the last few sentences and see how it goes.

If you're feeling especially inspired, stop mid-thought/sentence before you end for the day. That way, if you're not feeling as motivated the next day, you can easily finish the thought and sometimes that's all you need to get the juices flowing again.

I hope I can make my advice more useful and specific than "just practice lol", but that's really the best advice I could give. I have slow writing days too. Lately, I'm lucky if I can get 200 words out of me. I've been really stressed lately so my daily word count has taken a hit. But the amount of words you write doesn't matter as long as you're consistent. It's a muscle. And like working out, doing reps with 5 pound weights is much better than forcing yourself to do 100 pounds and hurting yourself in the process. Just write a sentence. Just write a word. Maybe that's all you need.

I'll probably add more to this, but I hope this is helpful!

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may-bonne · 2 months ago

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Lmao I'd never give you a virus I prommy 👉👈 I found that site through another tumblr post ages ago

I'm gonna wait until I finish Bloodrayne to send another long anon with all my thoughts 🫀 But I will say that I want to put Katarin and Holga Kilgore in a room together. Have you ever seen either of the Machete movies? They're both dumb fun. The first is way better than the sequel imo though

SOMEBODY should have ripped that fake mustache off. Thinking about that one interview where Mrod talks about how bizarre filming that sex scene was for her. She says something like "Frank has a very different idea of that than I do" lol. Since that was definitely the first time he got laid without coughing up hit money first, I doubt he knew that you don't want a girl looking at you like that before you fuck

I'm hard pressed to think of a single decision made by any character that makes sense. By the end of the movie, it feels almost pointless? Nothing really changed. Frank came away with a dog and gender dysphoria. He shot a bunch of dudes like he always does. Got the revenge. But there should have been forgiveness for Johnnie. He couldn't bring himself to shoot her and for a cold blooded assassin, it feels like that should have gone somewhere more significant than just sending her away

"Buddies" activated the dog part of Frank's brain. He's like a sad street dog that got out of a shelter and won't let people approach him

Idk anything about writing a screenplay either so you won't hear any complaints from me. It sucks that the only other person I've seen that likes The Assignment doesn't have anon turned on. I found your blog through theirs though so can't complain

i want to watch machete!! resident evil is the next thing on my list but then i def will. i gotta finish season 2 of lost, too. i kind of go back and forth between mrod and jordana brewster and i'm really swinging back towards mitchie right now lol

in the interviews i read she said that to get into character she went on tinder as a man and i would fucking love to see what that profile looked like. (also this just occurred to me but i feel like frank should definitely be jerking off in the shower pre-op. i'm gonna go add that in right now)

frank has major runt-of-the-litter energy. i saw a post on here the other day that was like "he's got that abandoned shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to sit quietly beside you on the couch while you watch tv" and immediately thought of this pic:

very much frank's vibe. i want to towel him dry and pinch his nose until he stops trying to spit out his estradiol

mrod plays all these tough chicks and then i am immediately seized with visions of them rain-soaked and shivering with sweet little kitty ears. holga is the lone exception and i think it's because she's the only one of them who doesn't seem like she's on the verge of a massive sexuality crisis. i guess katarin's would be more along the lines of "my people need me! i can't fuck this vampire!" i would love to see her talk to holga. my personal dream is a d.e.b.s. sequel where mrod plays some kind of european villain doing that exact same accent. or she could just be a jersey mobster. i'm not picky

while we're exchanging mrod media i feel compelled to share this spoken word piece she posted on tumblr in 2014 because i feel everybody should know about it

this reply is already too long but whatevs i'm going to ramble about the rewrite now. i wrote dr. jane's big villain monologue yesterday and it was fun as hell. i've changed her motivation for doing the surgery on frank to wanting to prove that she was such an incredible surgeon that she could create an altered body so perfect it would triumph over the mind and he would eventually come to see himself as a woman. but she tells dr. galen she failed because frank was never a man in the first place insofar as he never formed any sense of self beyond being a killer so it was like trying to perform surgery on a gun. meanwhile we see frank slowly starting to realize other people have lives by clumsily expressing sympathy for prostitutes etc. i also had johnnie give him some ace bandages after watching him almost take his nips off with tape 'cause good lord. in the last scene he's in a sports bra. character development!!

i cut all the shakespeare and poe and just have her quoting the hippocratic corpus and stuff. i was talking to myself in the shower yesterday (in my dreams i am invited to appear on national television to share my opinions on mrod movies while america watches raptly) and had more thoughts about the literary allusions but i'll save those for later

also if you're talking about who i think you are, her mainblog is missin-you-already and she has anon on there! i haven't talked to her that much about the assignment, though, so i dunno if she has thoughts. although it's hard to imagine anyone wouldn't

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ellieswaifu · 3 years ago

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first of all i just want to say i LOVE ur writing and i've been wanting to request this AND i think you're the PERFECT writer for this, so there's this sound on tiktok where's the guy says "i'll do anything to fuck you." and the girl replies with "you're so sweet, but no." can u PLEASE write a smut fic from THAT with confident!ellie and the fem!reader who's playing hard to get? omg i need to take a break from tiktok istg

study date | ellie x f!reader

summary — you and ellie are paired up together for a class project.

word count — 5.14k+ (HUHHHHH)

genre — college!au, smut, fluff

warnings — mdni pleasee, slow burn ?, ellie is horny, smut; rough sex, top!ellie, pet names, praising, oral (f!receiving), strap-on sex, semi/light choking idk, hickeys, overstimulation, multiple orgasms ;) not proofread, this is filthy guys beware

a/n: : > i decided to do it as a college!au fic if u don mind bc i felt like ellie would hav more confidence in that au— i always feel like ellie is always so angsty in tlou LMAO ;-;

rules | m.list

You were always a work of art to Ellie. Beautiful, smart, and always so nice to everyone, and she wanted to ruin you so bad. Everyday, she can’t help but stare at you and undress you with her eyes. On her lucky days, you wear short skirts and all she does is gaze at at your legs and thighs, watching how the fabric sits comfortably on your ass. She thinks your thighs would be so much prettier around her head.

And of course, you never fail to notice her stares. For some particular reason, whenever the professor calls on her, she always seems so distracted, so inattentive. That is, when you turn to glance at her, her attention is always on you.

You know who she is. Ellie Williams. She’s in school trying to get some science degree you don’t know too much about. She’s also popular with the ladies, no doubt; she’s got the brains, the looks, the confidence. God, you practically write a whole book about her huge ego. Reason being that no girl has ever rejected her. She had a different girl in her bed almost every week, always falling for her ploy. She’s basically got a ninety-nine percent success rate.

And the last percentage she was missing, was you.

Ellie always greets you with a flirty smile on her face each morning before class starts, complimenting how you look each time, and as always, you always choose to ignore her charms.

It’s frustrating for her; how someone as stunning as you hasn’t been in her bed yet. Oh, the things she would do just to have you scream her name, laying in her bed with your legs spread just for her, all hers to enjoy. It drives her crazy each day, seeing you in class in your pretty, little outfits. She wonders who you’re trying to look good for. She imagines it was her.

“Ellie, can you repeat what I just said?”

Ellie snaps out of her trance and turns to look away from you. She meets the professor’s gaze, smiling sheepishly as she leans back in her chair.

“Uh, well,” she scratches her head and at the board, where the powerpoint shone in big letters. “Project?”

The professor rolled his eyes and started repeating said project briefly for everyone to hear again. Ellie pays attention this time, listening how he explained that the project will be done in pairs and she sighs. She always wishes she’d be able to do one of them with you, but all year, the professor’s been pairing her up with some nerdy kids she could care less about.

The professor shows the last slide of the powerpoint, where he shows the list of pairs who’ll be working together. Ellie can’t help but groan, preparing herself to read some unfamiliar name right next to hers.

But, to her surprise, it’s your name that was spelled out.

Ellie reads it over and over again, double checking multiple times just to make sure that she wasn’t imaging things, that she wasn’t hallucinating. She stares at the board until the professor shuts off the projector, almost saddened by the fact that she wanted to look more.

She turns her head to look over at you, and you meet her eyes in surprise before turning away quickly to avoid her gaze. She smirks as she stares at the back of your head, thinking about all the ways she can convince you to come to bed with her. She can’t let this opportunity go to waste.

When class ends, Ellie sits back in her seat and doesn’t move and inch, just watching you pack your books, folders and papers back into your bag slowly before standing up.

You stare at the board only for moment, contemplating what you’re about to do next. Turning around, you look over at Ellie, sitting in her chair with her eyes already on you, seemingly waiting for you. A sigh leaves your lips as you walk over to her desk, causing her to lean forward a little bit as she taps the bottom of her pen against the surface.

“Hey, babe,” Ellie greets you, her lips curving into a small, devious grin. “Study date? My dorm? Preferably on my bed?”

“Library, Ellie,” You correct her, rolling your at her and tightening the grip on your bag, “Four o’clock.”

She smiles at you, “Yes ma’am.”

You nod, looking at her for only a moment. Her gaze intimidates you almost. You’re not going to deny that you’re attracted to her and was clearly showing interest in you. If you were every other girl, you probably would’ve given in to her acts of seduction, but you were you, and you weren’t planning on giving in just yet.

Ellie watches the fabric on your ass as you walk away with a faint sway of your hips. It’s almost like you knew you were driving her crazy to the point where she can’t stop thinking about you.

When you’re sitting in the library this afternoon, right on time, Ellie arrives about fifteen minutes later.

The library was quiet with occasional light chatter and the windows were wide and big, suppressing the sunlight behind these grey curtains. It was a clean, modern library with tall shelves filled with a vast amount of books and you’re sitting at a table with a book in your hand, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently, clearly waiting on your late partner. With another smirk, Ellie walks up to your table and sits right across from you.

“What’re you reading?” Ellie rests her head on her arms, leaning over the surface of the clean wooden table.

“What do you think?” you say, not even giving her a glance.

Ellie stares at you then looks towards the stack of textbooks right in front of you. The corners of her lips tug into a small smile before pulling out a notebook out of her backpack and grabbing one of the textbooks you picked out. Ellie wasn’t a bad student or a delinquent or anything. She pays attention to her studies at the right time and does her work ethically.

As time passes and as the sun begins to set, Ellie drops her pen onto her notebook with a tiny thud, curling her hand into a fist before stretching it out. Her green eyes land on you as she rubs the tattoo on her arm.

You’re still reading and writing notes in your flimsy notebook with an old mechanical pencil. For a second, Ellie just stares. No sexual thoughts or anything. Your eyes focus on the words in your book, eyebrows furrowing slightly when you stumble upon something you don’t quite understand and your nose scrunches up a bit sometimes, she notices.

And all Ellie just thinks about is how pretty you are.

“Staring isn’t gonna get any of this research done, Ellie,” you say, this time with a smirk on your face, not looking up from your book.

“I know,” Ellie reassures you and continues to study you.

She can see the heat rise up to your cheeks, flushing them in a soft pink and she would say it might’ve given her butterflies. You’re hiding your face from her, feeling a little embarrassed under her stare as the need to get away from this shyness comes up in your brain.

“I need another book,” you say, standing up immediately.

“Oh, I can come with—“

“No, it’s okay,” you shake your head immediately. “I can get it. Stay. Stay right there and don’t move.”

You almost feel like you’re talking to a puppy and luckily for you, Ellie listens and doesn’t stand when you walk away, disappearing into the vast array of book shelves.

Standing closely in front of a bunch of books you don’t even need, you stare at the bindings and book spines that were lined up against each other.

Ellie drives you crazy. You find it quite maddening how the smirk on her lips fit her so well, along with that undeniable charm. You almost want to give in. Let her do whatever she wanted to you. All for her. It’s driving you insane.

You jump slightly at the feeling of something pressing against your back. Immediately, you recognize that it’s Ellie as she places her hands softly at you waist, playing with the shirt that’s tucked into your skirt. You can feel her warm breath on your neck, her lips grazing your skin only slightly.

“I think you’re in the wrong section,” she whispers.

You tense up a little, your grip on the shelf tightening slightly, “What are you doing, Ellie?”

“Just helpin’ you out,” she says.

Her voice gives you goosebumps and you almost, almost just want to lean back a little and the back of your head on your shoulders, letting her do whatever she wants. Fuck.

“This isn’t really helping,” you breathe out.

You can feel a breathy chuckle escape her lips on your neck, as if she knows you’re lying. Her hands travel painfully slow down from your waist to the top of your thighs, giving them a small squeeze before playing with the hem of your frilly skirt.

“You know,” she starts, as her mouth gets closer to your ear. “I’ll do anything to fuck you.”

Fuck. It was a miracle you didn’t give right then and there, but you were so close in doing so. Turning to face her, you wrap your arms around her neck and she smirks, thinking she has you wrapped around her finger.

“Anything?”

Ellie nods, hypnotized by the way you’re leaning in slowly at an agonizing pace. She can feel your breath on her lips and starts leaning in towards you.

“You’re so sweet, Ellie,” you whisper slowly, a smirk tugging at your lips, “but, no.”

Ellie’s smiles fades away quickly as you pull away from her, walking back to the table. You can feel her gaze on you as you walk. Rejecting Ellie made you feel like you could do anything at that point.

When Ellie takes a seat in front of you once again, a little embarrassed, she can’t help but stare at you. Your nose is back inside your book but this time she can you unable to suppress a smile. She’s not going to lie when she says it wasn’t attractive the way you walked away from her. Fuck, you’re so attractive. It only made her want you more. She wanted you in her bed so bad. And she couldn’t even explain it herself.

Two weeks has passed since the two of you have come to meet at the library everyday after all of your classes. You’ve noticed that Ellie was actually a diligent worker and does her part for the project.

You’ve also learned to enjoy her company; mostly consisting of a few jokes here and there, complimenting you each time she gets a chance, and of course, the occasional sexual comments that would never actually go away— not that you’d like them to. Sometimes she’d take a nap, resting her head on top of her tattooed arm, and you can’t resist the urge to watch her for a moment, observing her features.

Then in the evening, when it usually gets dark after you guys finish studying, she walks you back to your dorm building.

You like Ellie. There was something about her that was just so attractive and you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

But, today, Ellie arrives at the library with a phone pressed to her ear, chatting away with some other person you don’t ask about. She acknowledges you with a simple smile before continuing her little talk.

You find it pretty hard not to eavesdrop when she’s literally sitting right in front of you, taking her laptop and books out while the phone is still against her ear.

She’s talking to a girl, you notice, and it sounds like they’re talking about some party that’s going down tonight. You stop typing on your laptop, giving their conversation your full attention, not that you can even hear the other side. You can’t help but feel a little jealous, wondering if that girl she was on the phone with was going to be her date or something.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, “Ellie.”

“Hm?” She looks up at you in concern before realizing how loud she’s been, “Oh, sorry. Uh, hey, Dina. I’ll see you later. I’ve got some work to do.”

Ellie bids her friend a small goodbye as she looks at your face, noticing how your eyebrows are furrowed and the light clicks of your keyboard had ceased. She wonders what it was that was bothering you. Did she annoy you when she was on the phone? Or perhaps, are you jealous? She hopes you’re jealous.

You spend another couple of hours at the library until the clock hits thirty minutes past seven. You can’t get your mind off of the phone call she had. You barely got any work done because of it. Jealous. That’s what you were, and you just accepted it, thinking that there was nothing you could do.

Ellie was popular— had many girls chasing after her already. You don’t know how to compete with that. Even if she told you she’d do anything to fuck you. You wondered if she’d just forget about you, if and after that happens. You almost don’t want to be jealous. It was practically eating you a live.

But, fuck, you don’t want her to be with someone else right now.

The sky was dark and the night was cold. You’re walking on a large sidewalk on campus with Ellie right by your side, walking you back to your dorm room. She had on a large flannel over an oversized shirt and You take a few glances at the person right next to you. She was scrolling on her phone nonchalantly, not saying a word.

Eventually, the two of you reach the front of your dorm building. Ellie puts her phone into her pocket and smiles at you, prepared to wave you a goodbye before you walk into the building.

To her surprise, you don’t move an inch.

“(Y/n)? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah, yeah,” you nod your head vigorously. “Um, what are you gonna do?”

Ellie stares at you curiously, putting her hands into her pockets, “Well, there’s a party someone’s throwing tonight. Not sure who, but I told my friend I’d stop by…”

Friend. You don’t want to think into it too much but you can’t help yourself.

You’re staring down at your shoes, already thinking to yourself that this was a bad idea. You can practically feel Ellie’s gaze on you as you shuffle to find he right words to say.

“Is everything okay, babe?”

You nod again, blushing at the little name she called you.

“Okay… I’m gonna go now,” Ellie smirks at you. “Goodnight.”

It takes you a second to snap out of your trance, watching Ellie step away from you. She’s not far, but she feels like she is and you can’t help but think about the outcome of her going to that party, meeting a girl, going home with that girl, taking her to her bed. No, you don’t want that.

You want that to be you.

“Ellie!”

The girl immediately turns around with a smile, walking back towards you. She still has her hands in her pockets along with that playful smile that’s been on her face this entire time. Ellie swears her heart is beating faster than it normally does. She’s excited.

She knows. She knows what you want. And she wants to hear you say it.

“What’s up?” she asks you, leaning down to your eye level.

You look into her eyes and all of the fear and nervousness you felt goes away in a matter of seconds and finally, you open your mouth to ask, “Can I… Can I stay with you tonight?”

Ellie can hear her heart pounding in her chest. She almost felt like she was dreaming. She takes your hand and tightly interlocks them with yours, eyes not leaving your face. The way you pinked your cheeks and licked your lips has her imagining all the things she would for you.

“I’m not sure I heard that,” she says, a soft and playful smirk donning her lips, “Say it again for me?”

Oh, were you so unprepared for what she has in store for you.

Ellie drags you all the way to her dorm room, which is at a whole other building, pulling you past her door. She pushes you softly with your back pressed up against the surface of her door, arms at either side of your head.

You can feel her warm breath against your lips as she leans in slowly, watching you close your eyes immediately, waiting for her lips to touch yours. You’re adorable, she thinks. But, that moment only lasts for a second before she’s thinking about all the ways she’s going to have you screaming on her bed.

“Are you sure?”

Ellie stares at you with a look of seriousness, realizing that she wants you to confirm your decision before going any further.

“I’m sure,” you say, gently wrap your arms around her neck and smile softly. “Are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Don’t you have a party to get to?”

“Fuck the party,” Ellie stares at your lips; the only thing she has her mind on was fucking you until the sun comes up.

Tucking your hair behind you ear, Ellie places a hand at your waist, untucking your shirt roughly from your skirt. She looks up at you before she does anything else before hungrily pressing her lips against yours. The kiss is soft but eager. Her hands run up and down your waist, frustrated with the fabric separating her from your bare skin as she swipes her tongue at your button lip, practically begging you to let her in. You open your mouth wide and your tongue immediately meets hers, a muffled moan falling into her mouth.

Her rough hands travel down under the fabric of your skirt, playing with the hem of your panties. Fingers pressing against your clothes cunt, Ellie moans into your lips as rubs against the wet fabric.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she groans, lips trailing down you jaw and your neck, leaving soft, pink bruises on your skin. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I’d do anything to fuck you.”

Before you can even register what happens, Ellie drops to her knees, face to face with you skirt. She looks up at you, making sure you’re watching her as she pulls your panties slowly down your legs. She slowly litters soft kisses on your thighs as she feels your hands drop onto her shoulders, gripping at them slightly.

“Ellie,” you breathe.

“Yes, baby?”

You shiver at her voice, “I– I need you.”

Ellie presses a smile against your inner thigh and pulls the fabric of your skirt over her head. She pulls your folds apart with two fingers before delving right into her meal. Ellie’s tongue traces your clit hungrily with before traveling down to slip her tongue inside of your hole.

Your moans fill the room and Ellie can’t help but groan into your pussy, the vibrations helping you feel more than just her slick tongue. Ellie eats you out voraciously, trying to edge you on as close as possible. You taste so good, so sweet to her and she quickly becomes obsessed with your taste. Her tongue licks up and down your slit, lapping at you clit before going back inside your leaking hole. Your moans and whines let her know how well she’s doing.

Your hands have a tight grip on her hair and you love the way she groans when you pull on it slightly. Your pussy and dripping right on her tongue and she can’t get enough of how you taste. You taste so fucking good. Your pretty pussy is driving her insane. All she can think about now is fucking you to the point you can’t even remember her name.

“Ellie, fuck!” you moan, the back of your head pressing against the door.

Ellie can feel you tightening around her tongue as she brings her fingers up to play with your clit. The overwhelming pressure makes you feel dizzy. Ellie’s hand are squeezing at the fat of your thighs, silently telling you to let go. Your moans ringing in her ear as she listens to you get closer and closer to your climax.

You come on her tongue, whining her name as your legs shake against the sides of her face. Ellie pulls away from you and smiles, a small but clear shine right on her chin.

Before you could say anything else, Ellie slowly pushes her middle finger right into your pussy. The gasp you let out drives her insane, causing her to add a second finger into your dripping cunt. Your legs started to tremble and shake, sensitive from coming only a moment ago, almost like your legs were going to give in at any moment.

“You take my fingers so well, baby,” she says, pressing her thumb on your clit and rubbing it in slow circles.

Ellie’s fingers pump in and out of you at a unrelenting pace as your grip on her shoulders tighten. Her stares at the way your pretty pussy drips for her, obsessed with the wet squelching sounds it’s making. Fuck, it looks so perfect.

You gush right on her fingers the moment you hear those words come out of her mouth, at the same time when she hits that right spot inside of you, leaving you trembling against her door. She brings her fingers to her mouth, sucks on them, drunk on your juices.

And you’re slipping— your back slides slowly down the smooth surface of her door only for a second before Ellie reaches to grab your hips to stop you from sinking.

“We’re not done yet, babe,” she says against your skin, leaving kisses on your neck.

She brings her mouth up against your lips again and kisses you with fervor. You can taste yourself on her tongue as she pulls you away from the door and onto her bed, your back against the mattress.

Ellie climbs over you and smiles. She has you in her bed, finally, and she’s practically bursting with joy on the inside. She stands at the edge of the bed, right between your legs and pulls her shirts off along with her pants.

You stare at her, her abs on display with some scars on her skin as she moves to pull your skirt down your legs slowly. Once your skirt was off, she starts unbuttoning your shirt, opening it up like you were a present; present being you and your body.

“You’re breathtaking,” she lets out, staring at you making no sudden movements.

You’re a little embarrassed under her stare until her hand grazes your stomach slowly up to where your bra was. Reaching from under you, Ellie unclasps your bra and pulls the garnet away from you with a content sigh.

To your surprise, Ellie steps away from the bed and goes to the corner of the room where her drawer is. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch her curiously.

“Ellie?” you call out. “What are you doing?”

She digs through her drawer for a moment before pulling out her big, black strap on. Your breath hitched as soon as she started walking up to you. Ellie watches your face, watching your eyes widen and start to panic.

A hand caresses the side of face for a moment, before traveling down slowly from your draw, wrapping it around your neck softly.

“You’re fucking perfect,” she says, hypnotized by the way your body looked underneath her.

Her strap presses against the lower part of your stomach. You’re a little intimidated you the size but you trust Ellie. You watch her grab her cock slowly, resting thick and ready in her hand as she observes your face.

“Spread those pretty thighs for me,” she says and you swear you could come right then and there with the sound of her voice and the sight of her seconds away from fucking you into oblivion.

You spread your legs apart for her and she steps closer, the underside of your thighs pressing against her legs. She massages your soft thighs with an innocent smile on her face as you look down between your legs, seeing her strap laying on your stomach. You feel nervous. And she can sense it.

“Don’t worry, babe,” she reassured you. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You nodded as you watched her as she dragged her the tip of her strap up and down your sick pussy. She pushes the tip into your cunt but not enough until she pulls back entirely.

"Mmm, I want you to look at me when I'm inside you,” she says, bringing her hand up to play with your nipples.

“Ellie,” you breathe, moaning her name before you can even feel anything.

“I’m here, baby. Look at me,” she whispers slightly, watching the way you look up at her face.

Ellie smirks at the way you prepare yourself for her strap. Your hands are already gripping at her bed sheets and your eyes giving her the green light to push into you.

Her thick strap slides in easily with a squelch as Ellie eyes your moaning face, watching as you roll you head back against her bed. Your back arches slightly, feeling the girth of her cock filling you completely. The sight of you was enough to make her come.

Ellie waits for you to adjust to the size, groaning impatiently. And as much as she wanted to give you time to adjust, she wanted to start thrusting into you at an aggressive pace. Ellie moved only slightly inside of you and you moaned and whined at the small action. Her heart is beating fast and wonders how loud you would be when she actually starts moving. Fuck, she was impatient and she told herself to wait, to wait for you to adjust, to wait for you to tell her to move.

But she can’t.

“Baby,” she warns you, rubbing your thighs with her hands. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

Ellie thrusts into you right after those words leave her mouth. You gasp, hands pulling on her bed sheets as she drills her cock into you. You cry out her name, watching Ellie clench her jaw at the sight of her cock glistening each time she pulls out as some of your wetness drips on to her bed. She’s obsessed with the way your sucking her inside your pretty pussy, thrusting way too hard into you.

Your eyebrows turned up in pain as your mouth hangs wide open, whining and moaning as Ellie fucks you. Her thrusts are hard and fast, giving you no time to take a deep breath. All Ellie could focus on was the way you moan for her, tits bouncing up and down, and your pussy sucking her strap inside with wet noises. Fuck, it was all driving her crazy.

Ellie tilts her hips to an another angle, hitting a spot that makes you scream and attempt to squirm away from her. Her hands grip onto your thighs and pulls you down on her cock, combining it with her unrelenting thrusts, successfully making you scream for her.

“Pretty girl,” she calls you, “Are you gonna cum?”

You struggle to speak, unable to stop moaning so you nod your head vigorously and call out her name over and over as she thrusts into you over and over. You feel her thumb press against your clit, rubbing it in fast circles as you thrash around, screaming into her pillow.

And she can feel it. She can fucking feel it. Ellie knows you’re about to come— it gets a little hard to thrust into you, your pussy tightening around her strap.

Fuck, you’re taking her so well.

And after a couple more thrusts, your body twitches as you gush around her strap. You shudder on her bed, trying to catch you breath, but Ellie doesn’t stop. She keeps going, fucking you through it as you squeal against her, so sensitive from the previous orgasm. You gripping her shoulders before wrapping around to dig your nails into her back as she groans.

“E-Ellie, p-please, I–“ you babble, an attempt to try and tell her to slow down a little bit, but you don’t finish your sentence and decided to take whatever she was giving to you.

She’s so distracted by the way you look when she fucks you, the delicious sounds your pussy is making. Her cock drills in and out of you mercilessly as she listens to your whines. Fuck, you look so pretty like this.

“(Y/n)… Come for me again, baby, please, fuck,” Ellie groans, hips speeding up as she rubs your clit again.

You melt at her touch, whining at the stimulation on your bundle of nerves. She fucks you hard, thrusts knocking a little breath out of you. Ellie leans down, her elbows at each side of you head as she pistons in and out of you, your face right in front of hears. She can’t help but think that your whines are the prettiest thing she has ever heard.

Her last thrust pushes you into oblivion as your back arches, front pressed against her torso while you release, making a mess all over her strap once more. You are sure you left scratch marks on her back with the nails you’ve been dragging all over her skin.

Her forehead laid against your shoulder and smiles, the side of her face pressing against the skin of your neck as she listens to you catch your breath. You’re still twitching and trembling, legs still spread wide as Ellie lead in between them. She keeps her strap inside of you comfortably, not moving an inch.

Ellie feels your hand tracing the tattoo on her arm as she pulls her head back to look at you. Her free hand tucks a some of your hair behind your ear before bringing her thumb over to trace the bottom of your lips.

“Fuck, (Y/n),” she breathes. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Ellie is obsessed with you and the way you look under her. You’re so beautiful. She doesn’t even want to think about pulling away from you and finding someone new.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you laugh, thinking she said that as a joke.

But if only you knew how serious she was and how the only one she wants now, is you.

a/n: i’m srry this is so long for like no reason LMAO but i hope u liked it :-) also i have a sub!ellie smut coming!! vv excited

#ellie x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlouii #ellie tlou #ellie imagine #ellie smut #imagines #the last of us part 2 #gaming #video games #playstation #smut

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dreamiesdotcom · 4 years ago

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celestial | h.rj

Summary: To attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else.

Word count: 2164

a/n: idk whats up with me and midnights

Renjun's first question goes like this: "What does the pool look like?"

Naturally, Jeno panics; how do you explain a pool to someone who's never seen it? He's been so used to seeing it on a daily that he didn't even pay mind to the details. He debates on describing a rectangle, and then describing the waters, and then whatever the hell his 12-year-old mind could come up with. Naturally, he fails.

For him, you saved everything that day. You grabbed Renjun's hand, intertwining your fingers before grazing the water. "Do you feel that?"

"What exactly am I supposed to feel?"

"The water. Do you feel that constant flow and the relaxing cold?" you laughed then, patient even for the moody boy. He huffs out his cheeks and nods, you let go of his hands. "That's blue, Renjun. The water reflects the sky, and a pool is like a little ocean. An ocean is like a world filled with blue."

He tries to think of it, vast and endless fields of freedom. He couldn't, though; all he's known about the sky is that it was blue, and that blue is associated with sadness. He takes advantage of the fact that someone's willing to answer his question, and he asks again, "Is it scary?"

"Mhm, for some, it is. I'll let you in a secret, come here." You nod, and then he tilts his head to the side. He hears a splash, and doesn't expect it once he hears your voice after — "I'm actually scared of swimming pools."

"Didn't you just go in?"

"No, that was Jeno. I'm here." You poked a finger on his left arm, and he could tell you're wearing that cheeky grin. His stance softens. "I'm just beside you."

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It was morning, the sun was shining and the scorching summer heat was kinder than everyone expected it to be. Somewhere around the room, Chenle and Jisung successfully trapped a sleeping Jaemin in a domino prison, Jeno's trying to convince them why this is such a bad idea and Mark is getting scolded by Hyuck. The TV fades to background noise, the plan of cooking extra pancakes long forgotten. Renjun leans his head on your shoulders, "What does the night look like?"

It felt like an odd question to ask as the sun is halfway to its peak, but Renjun's curiosity piques in no time. You hum for a bit to think, "The night is very different to a lot of people."

Very different for a lot of people... yeah, many things in the world are like that. He figured it out years ago when you told him about the swimming pools, and the airplanes, and the rollercoasters. He figured it out when you talked to him about books, when you taught him about colors, about shapes.

He still doesn't know what different looks like, and what importance it holds.

"Hyuck loves the night. You hear his laughter, right? He likes going on adventures and feeling the wind. I think, to him, the night looks like a harsh passing of the breeze you felt when we went out on a drive." He takes in your words. These days, he gets better with understanding metaphors — he learned that blue is not just a shade of sadness, and that sky doesn't always mean blue — he understands your words better. "But me... I just sleep. I don't like the night very much."

"Huh?"

"Have you ever been in a silent place, Jun?" you asked softly. "Not the silence you can fill with music. I'm talking about blank, emotionless silence; the one that echoes. The one that haunts you. The one that makes you feel alone. That's what the night looks like for me."

Renjun wanted to nod, and he wanted to say yes because he's been in that silent place for the longest time. It's all he's ever known, and it's all that he's ever seen; it's the only thing he sees — black, echoing, loud nothingness.

He didn't, though.

Instead, he asks a question, "What do you think about the night?"

"I think it's a question." comes quickly in a reply. "I still don't know how a nightmare town gives life to dreamers, but it does. It's a question I do not want to know the answer to."

Renjun knows of the stars and the sky, and you'd tried to explain their light by telling him what blinding comfort was — think of all your loneliest moments being washed away by the fire I told you about, and that's pretty much it, 'jun — and he knows of the big, gazing moon that changes shape now and then. It's what makes up most of the night, Jeno had said, so he knows that too.

What he doesn't know is why it seems so vicious to you, and what he doesn't know is that if he could see, would he have chosen to close his eyes to not witness such complex sadness.

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It's at times like this when solace blooms in his heart. The rest of the world seems to be fast asleep, but he's so awake, so aware, so alive. You sit beside him, yet again brought him to the place you and Jaemin frequents in, and he ignores the jealous feeling in his chest. It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling.

"Your smile must look beautiful," he wonders out loud. "Can you please tell me how your smile looks like?"

"Me?" You replied nonchalantly. Your chuckle passes as cold as the night breeze, and he wonders how the poet would write themselves as poetry. The blankness of your words dulls the hope in his eyes, "I... don't like it. My eyes... they always look tired. I always look tired. I hate myself."

For a moment, he dwells on his thoughts — Jaemin's brought you here, and you're more frequent here together, and he's seen how you looked against the glimmering stars. Did he fall in love? Did he want to keep you all to himself, like a little secret? Did he want to kiss you until all spite of yourself vanishes from your soul? Jaemin must've, Renjun knows. He knows because even blind, he's aware of how beautiful you truly are; not only he's heard it from his friends, but he feels it strongly. He couldn't see the city lights that he's heard of so many times, but he knows you shine brighter than them.

Hell, he couldn't even see you — he couldn't even see anything, but he knows you do. He knows you are. You think he's wrong, that he's more gorgeous, but he reaches for your hands.

He doesn't know what beautiful looks like. He just knows that it's breath-taking, soul-stealing, ethereal, and you.

"I think you smile like euphoria. I think you smile like the sound of music boxes, those with lovely tunes," he says, eyes closed and breathing fast. "I think... "

'I love you.' oh, how he wished it's easy to say those words. He purses his lips. "...you're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, right next to my mother."

Beside him, you chuckled and held his hands. "You're sleepy."

"I am. Right now, I'm sleepy and I know you're beautiful." He squeezes your hands, looking at the direction he knows you're at. He lets out a shaky smile, "Tomorrow, I will be wide awake and I'd still think you're stunning."

It's at times like this that Renjun realizes he's falling. It's at times like this that he fears how much he can't wait to crash.

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Renjun's biggest fear among many is that he'll never feel like this again.

He fell too hard. He fell too quickly and too harshly and he's only noticing it now when the impact makes itself known and he couldn't stand up. He knew that he was scared, he knew that he was afraid then, but only now did he know what it truly meant to be terrified; when he's sitting beside you on the roof, feeling the wind pass by, and he couldn't help but wonder what if it's not us, but I can never love the person meant for me because they're not you?

It's a silly thing, maybe. He did not believe in many things and fate is not one of the few he believed in. He thinks that love is something you choose for yourself — it's something you decide on your own. He thinks that the only problem in 'not being made for each other' is that you relied too much on what the stars wrote, and didn't write your story on your own. What even are these stars, aside from unknown giant speckles of light? Why should they decide someone's life?

He adores them, he knows, and now he can't help his curiosity: "How do the stars look like tonight?"

"They're bright. Very bright."

He swoons at the content sigh you let out before speaking, and he lets himself indulge. It's at moments like this when he lets himself feel, where he relishes in the adoration he nestles.

"They ought to be," he whispers to himself. "They gotta be bright if they're trying to outshine you."

Giggles fades to laughter, and genuine words burn forced. He could almost taste the bitterness of your words, "You haven't seen me."

Does he need to?

"I don't need to," he concludes. "There's so much more to you than what I couldn't see."

Because it's true. All those years you held this something in you, a piece of an old soul and an unknown heavenly something you ignored just so you could spite yourself. You had this way with words, this certain understanding of the world that he's never found in someone else. Renjun thinks that to attribute full sight and still have the ability to describe things to someone who's never seen them means that you've felt the world deeper than anybody else, and to know that the world is cruel but still choose to keep your eyes open is something that should be admired.

Right now, you're the closest to him you've ever been, and he bathes in the feeling of your lips hovering above his.

"I'm a mess, Huang Renjun."

"You're an art in progress," he whispers back, eyes fluttering shut as you close what little distance you have left. "But even half-made, you're a masterpiece."

###

If somebody asked Renjun if he ever saw this coming, he'd say "Why the fuck would you even ask me that question?"

Alright, jokes aside, never in his mind did he think life would turn out this way. First of all, a lot of unexpected things have already happened, but he's stubborn so of course, that doesn't convince him. He should've felt it coming, but of course, he refused to. After all, why would he even think of his best friend laying beside him on his bed, talking about random things all night in every way domestic? Why would he even think of you two being together, whispering sweet nothings to each other? He's guilty of doing those, yes, but that doesn't mean that he knows the answer. In a spur of the moment decision, he asks another question — "Why'd you choose me?"

"You're the only one who wanted me—IT'S A JOKE! Hey, hey, I was only kidding," you laugh, finding so many things entertaining about the fact that he's unamused. He preens at the soft kiss you placed on the edge of his lips, and then even more when you whisper, "You're the only one I wanted."

Normally, this is where his heart would do those weird flips and antics. This is the time where he'd feel like he's in another world, like he's invincible and oh so lucky to be thoroughly adored by the person he loves so much.

It's only that sometimes, Renjun feels unreasonable. He's sensitive and insecure and it's so much easier to find flaws in himself than to appreciate the things that made him who he is. Sometimes, he needs to ask some things he's not exactly sure of, things much like: "Even with... even with my eyes... like this?"

And it's you, and it's never dull when it's with you, everything is always beautiful and poetic. He doesn't know where that voice was coming from, but he hears it in his mind, and it tells him to trust you.

A butterfly kiss on each of his eyelids. A hand warm on the top of his hands. The rain pours heavily outside but it's muffled enough that it's calming, and all that he can think of is warm, so warm, so loved. You hold your foreheads close and keep them close for seconds, before you press a soft kiss on his lips, "Your eyes are beautiful, my love."

And for once, Renjun's not afraid to ask — "How do they look like?"

Beautiful and so much more.

"As if something straight out of a magical dream, because you are. You are magical," you whisper, breathing in slow intervals. "You are the closest to celestial a human could be."

#nct dream #nct dream drabbles #nct dream blurbs #nct dream scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct dream one shots #nct dream fluff #renjun #renjun drabbles #renjun scenarios #renjun blurbs #renjun timestamps #renjun angst #renjun fluff #renjun imagines #blind!renjun

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stylesann · 4 years ago

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Stark’s retirement plan

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Steve looks for his happy ending.

Warnings: none?

A/N: idk what this is… I just felt excited about writing and apparently the only thing I’m able to do is twist Steve’s ending 145 times because I did not enjoy cannon version hihi, and welll this is the results tho it might be really bad i still wanted to post lol, bear in mind english is not my first language so there could have some mistakes anddd to finish, any comments are appreciated 💕 💕 -> written and posted 16/06/21 ->I do not own any marvel characters or anything really

Masterlist

“You're a good man, Sam. This one's on me, though” Steve answered his friend and directed himself to Bucky. “Don't do anything stupid 'till I get back.”

“How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you” they both chuckle and hug. Bucky knows something is up with Steve, he knows him and he sees all the signs that something is making him nervous, unsettled. “Gonna miss you, Buddy.”

“It's gonna be okay, Buck” Steve assures his friend. Truth is, he is not sure it will. Steve’s been anxious, every since he saw her that day he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache. All he wanted was to go straight to her and hug her and never let go. He knows he has a decision to make, an important one in fact, but he can’t help but wonder the consequences that the deepest desires of his heart would cause in the timeline, and that itself makes him pray everything will work out as planned for once in his life. Steve goes over to the Quantum portal and activates the time-travel suit.

“How long is this gonna take?” Sam asks.

“For him? As long as he needs. For us? Five seconds… Ready, Cap? Alright. We'll meet you back here, okay?”

“I’ll see you in a minute” Steve tells his friends before he disappears on the platform.

***********

“Steve!!”

“Steve, answer the coms! Are you seeing this??” Steve hears the voice screaming at his past version while you’re all fighting the Wakanda Battle. It’s you. God, he has missed you so much during the past 5 years. He almost cries knowing what is to happen in the near future to you. He can’t let it happen again.

Steve knows his past version is too far from where you where fighting many aliens all by yourself. He knows that what you where referring is a few alien ships arriving from the sky, and normally he would go directly to you but Thanos is about to show up in Wakanda and take all of his attention. Back then, he couldn’t have reached you on time to stop that alien from stabbing you seconds before half the universe is turned to dust. But now, damn him if he wouldn’t be there to take you out of the battle alive.

Steve knows he had to act quickly so that everyone would assume you just got dusted too. When people were to show up in 5 years and you didn’t… well he would worry about that later.

The soldier sees the aliens trapping you in the middle of them and they start to close the circle, leaving you with less and less space to defend yourself from their attacks. You were losing. He could see your movements slower and you were clearly tired. Your breath was heavy and you had injuries on your arms and torso. Steve decides now is a time as good as any to get you out of here. He steps out of his hiding place and runs to you.

With Steve there you both manage to get the aliens down. You seemed to be ready to thank him when the atmosphere changes. What was before a chaotic battle noise, now was silence. That was it, Thanos had snapped his fingers, and Steves time gap to act was getting smaller. He grabbed your hand and dragged you to where he was waiting before. The confusion was evident in your face but he didn’t have the luxury to explain it to you in the moment, so he just asks you to trust him and you both wait until it’s safe to leave without people seeing you or him.

************

Steve could hear the raindrops outside while he prepared a tea for you. He looked out of the kitchen window and spoted you sitting in a small couch that you both decided to put on the front porch of your house. You were wearing his big sweatshirt and had a blanket covering your legs, the perfect description of cozy if someone ever asks Steve.

The weather was chilly but Steve couldn’t feel any happier. He had you, he finally had you in his arms after spending so long without hearing your voice or feeling your touch. He spent 5 years missing your presence, your quirks and your habits. He felt so empty, like a man out of time again. He was out of time with you, except that now he wasn’t.

As soon as you both had been able to leave Wakanda without being caught, he told you what had happened. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t realised his face seemed more tired and older than hours ago, when you had last seen his past self. To you it was obvious when you looked at him, at his eyes that carried the weight of the world, that he was there for a reason. It was clear to you that you wouldn’t had made it out alive if he hadn’t interfered with the aliens and so you understood beforehand what he would tell you, but Steve still had to explain everything else, and he did.

The soldier cried a lot when he told you what life without you was like and it broke you heart to see such a strong man in such a fragile state. Steve then mentioned Stark’s plan of retirement, of moving out of town and starting a family maybe, and he said he wanted that with you, which you agreed.

And now you both lived in a simple house in front of a small lake, that had a lot of trees around which provided the most beautiful sight wether it is a sunny or a rainy day. The house was far away from the avengers compound, you both pretty much spend 5 years secluded without seeing your friends in order to not mess too much with the timeline. But there was one change that couldn’t be avoided and you as much as Steve knew that he would have to reveal in a couple of months, when the avengers were supposed to bring everyone back from the dust.

“How is my two favourite people in the world?” Steve chants from the door. He hands you the tea and hugs your side while you accommodate to his body.

“We’re good, the baby is sleeping I guess, he just stopped moving” you chuckle lightly as your hand goes to your belly to caress you 8 month bump. You feel Steve’s hand on your bump and you see him sporting the biggest grin.

“You sleeping there J?” He lowers his head and whispers to the baby, receiving no kicks back.

“Yeah, definitely sleeping. Probably tired from the party that he threw this morning on my belly. I swear I couldn’t sleep 3 hours straight” you yawn tiredly.

“One more month and he’ll be here with us, honey” you cuddle closer to him as you drink your tea. One more month and your baby James will be here. Just one more month and you both are gonna be the happiest ever.

************

“And returning in, five, four, three, two, one–“ Bruce activates the Quantum platform, but nothing happens.

“Where is he?” Sam asks nervously, wondering if something went wrong.

“I don't know. He blew right by his time stamp. He should be here.”

“Well, get him back.”

“I'm trying.”

“Get him the hell back!”

“I said, I'm trying!

“Sam...” Bucky calls, he’s looking at a man sitting in a log. They both walk closer to see Steve, a few years older, wearing normal clothes but caring a round bag with him.

Sams the first one to approach. “So did something go wrong, or did something go right? You look older, no offence”

“Well, after I put the stones back, I thought, maybe I'll try some of that life Tony was telling me to get.” Steve answers, he knew the past few months made an impact in his appearance, considering the baby wouldn’t let you or him sleep for too long. It’s almost laughable that the great Captain America was taken down by his baby son.

“And how'd that work out for you?”

“It is beautiful. And that’s why I can’t have this anymore” Steve hands the shield to Sam. “You’re the best man for the job, and I know you’ll make it proud… How does it feel?”

“Like it belongs to someone else.”

“It doesn’t.”

“You wanna tell me about her?” He asks seeing a wedding ring on his friends finger, and Steve smiles getting up to go back to you and your son.

“Eventually, but for now, I don't think I will.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #steve rogers x you

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atiny-piratequeen · 3 years ago

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Oh okay, in the story I'm writing the character who is being penetrated is the dominant one, and I think it would be really hot for her to train him gradually over time to adjust and be able to accommodate her body, moulding and conditioning his dick as well as his mouth to be able to take her, purely for her own benefit. I'm into d/s and powerplay so I assume this is why I like it. I into everything that comes with it, her "training" his dick to adjust to her pussy including being made to have his dick inside her for extended periods of time as part of his training, as well as him being told to use toys to size train himself on his own. And then slowly introducing different sizes (could be bigger or smaller, honestly I was kinda confused when you immediately started talking about smaller sizes cause in my head I was actually imagining size training to take larger orifices like how you were saying about in my first ask with larger insertions), and how it would be slightly painful/uncomfortable for him at first but she praises him and tells him how good he's being the whole time. I have some sadist tendencies I'm also into the idea of him getting to confident and trying to take more than he can handle at that moment and going to rough and hard and it being painful for him as a result and ending up "bambi walking" as you put it lol (although I feel like this is a different topic to gradual size training, and also even though I find the idea hot I don't actually want to send anyone to the hospital by fucking them, I don't find sexual injuries sexy in real life). Maybe it's weird, but I find the idea of his body literally needing time to physically adjust to her extremely hot, as well as his body being trained to take something it couldn't before and her needing to spend time on with him to help him and prep him properly to take her without being in pain and not risk hurting him if he's not ready for it, I like the vulnerability of him possibly being hurt so she has to help him prep and be gentle with him.

I'm not talking about if the partner being penetrated isn't turned on enough or isn't wet enough, or if they're uncomfortable or in pain, I'm just talking about them training their partner to take them before actually fucking them. Also, what if it's a demon au like with your fic and they literally have a different biology to humans and their genitals are different and so their dick needs to be trained to get used to it (this is not what I'm currently writing, it's just another thought I had).

Obviously using a toy that's way too small can be uncomfortable and cause injury but like you said, that's also true of someone who just decides to insert a 12 inch dildo up their ass no?

"there’s no real reason to train someone’s dick for insertion" "i suppose the only 'training’ you can do is with fleshlights that are a bit small for your dick size but like…thats a bit of an extra step when you should be prepping your partner" Idk tho isn't it kind of weird to prescribe what is the "right" way to do things or what "should" be done or that there's no reason to do something because surely that is down to the people involved and what they like/prefer? It seems you're saying that size training is necessary if you want to have sex with a toy/dildo that is larger than average? And quite a few people liked it so I'm assuming they agree, but what I don't get is what do people do if someone with a larger than average dick and/or their partner don't like or want these roles? Like I assume this must have happened before? You said that words of praise are important but what if the other partner doesn't particularly like to receive praise and would rather give it? What if the person with the larger dick likes the idea of being trained by their partner more than their partner being trained? What if the person being penetrated prefers to be the one to give foreplay and help prep their partner for sex and the big dicked person prefers to receive foreplay and be taken care of and be gently and slowly prepped by their partner?

Like I like having vaginal sex and I'm not into painful sex or receiving pain during sex but if I meet a partner who happens to have a larger dick, does that mean I have to do this if I want to have sex comfortably? Honestly I hate the idea of needing to be "trained" or "prepped" to take someone's dick, just thinking about it is kind of making me feel sick to be honest. I would much rather be the one doing the training and prepping, I want that role instead, but I still want to be penetrated at the same time, so where does that put me?

It sucks that it's not called size training, because for better or for worse the more edgy or obscure the kink or tag is the more attention and notes it tends to get and size related kinks in particular are usually very popular. I guess it just sucks that I see so many writers writing for these kinds of kinks like with your demon au fic and they get so many notes and comments from people who just love it praising them and gushing about how hot it is and it sucks to know that I'll probably never get that kind of attention because like your saying it isn't possible for me to write those kinks in reverse or if I can it won't appeal to as many people because there's no real reason for the act or doesn't make sense like it does the other way around and then I just, feel like I can't compete because I can't write stuff like that or write those kinks because it doesn't work that way around. And then I feel bad for feeling bad or for wanting that same kind of popularity or attention because I feel like I'm being ungrateful or bitter and I don't know how to deal with it. But thank you for talking to me.

I...m not gonna lie like the end of this ask really has a kind of vibe that rubs me the wrong way tbh.

I was going to try and tackle the several points here but on fucking god the way you came at me over this and how shit in here is worded really comes off as fucking rude. I never said every single time someone takes someone larger they need to be trained for it. Your first ask was literally "what is size training" not "does someone always need size training to take a larger person"

People always write things that may not be 'common' or have a specific name for it but the fucking passive aggressive (whether intentional or not) "I'll never get as many notes as you/people who write it like xyz" really rubs me the wrong way and felt like a fucking punch in the face to someone i was trying to help in earnest based on the questions you asked me.

Write whatever you want. But you dont go into someones fucking ask box and basically guilt trip them because of note count just because of a difference in the content you make and how you make it and the way readers consume it.

I cannot tell you how many times I've written something maybe my readers have never seen before or dont quite have a popular niche but people end up loving it. If you're that passionate about your work, write it the fuck anyway but don't ever go into someone's box sideways with the way you spoke to me at the end there.

By the way, what you're talking about sounds closer to cock warming with a submissive male and possible orgasm denial. Because like i said in both asks, you cant really train a dick for tighter things. If HES too uncomfortable taking a partner thats too tight, his partner should be looser. If your female character sits on his dick to get him used to her vagina, thats still her body slowly loosening up and eventually it'll be easier on him. And obviously size training isnt needed in every case and people are different. I never said anything was a hard line in how sex should happen.

#bruh ngl this shit fucking killed my whole vibe and ruined a bit of my night #the absolute fuck is that tone and wording what the fuck?#asks #anontiny

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mermaid-nebula · 4 years ago

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Can you write something from this with Wilford and Dark? Maybe they're boyfriends, husbands, or just close friends? I'm a big Darkstache shipper, and love angst, fluff, nsfw- basically everything, lol. Anyways though- You know how in the vid "Wilford Motherlovin Warfstache" Wilford is able to hear thoughts and communicate telepathically? So maybe he tries doing that with Dark to see why Dark is acting more distant, gloomy and/or edgy than usual? Idk. I'll just like to see what your mind comes up with from this prompt. ^^

I’m super sorry this took so long to get to! I’ve been super busy and since this is one, if not, my fav ship, I wanted it to be good. Also this prompt is gold for them, angst fits them so well.

Word count: 890

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Wilford hums as he hears the door to Dark’s room slams down the hall. It had been one of those days for him. If by days you meant weeks. Everyone knew of the other man’s temper, and it was never really a surprise when he would sometimes leave a meeting in a hurry to go to his room in frustration.

It’s just...happening every day now. Meetings usually last about 2 hours, but now it’s barely 30 minutes before he leaves.

It confuses everyone to no end, including Wilford himself. Sure, he may know a little more about what the other is thinking in any given moment, but he never used his mindreading powers on his old friend because he respects him too much. But sometimes thoughts Dark’s leak through his barriers. Just like the one’s he heard just as he left to be alone.

Idiot.

The word was really the only thing that could be made out in the vast sea of Dark’s thoughts that plague his mind. It was loud, repeatedly shouting, yet melancholy, like a cry for help. Who the idiot of the group is, Wilford doesn’t know. Though he suspects it’s himself, because that answer’s obvious he feels.

Still, he feels it’s best to at least talk to him, so they could manage to get at least some progress done on projects. So, he goes to his door and slowly opens it. He never really knocks anyway, he knows Dark won’t hurt him for it.

He pokes his head into his room and sees Dark at his desk. He was hunched over, with his head hidden in his arms on the desk. It was really odd seeing him like that. He looked...vulnerable.

He tip toes over to him and places a gentle hand to his back. Dark jolts, then quickly straightens himself.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” He asks, accusatorily.

“I just wanted to check on you. You’ve seemed very tense lately. May I ask what’s bothering you?”

“Don’t.”

Stupid Idiot

Wilford sighs. He’s pretty used to insults, even from Dark himself sometimes, and he played them off because they didn’t ever mean anything to him. But now it was hard to come to terms with the fact that Dark thinks of him this way all the time.

“Why am I an idiot Dark? Have I done something, and you’re mad at me? I’m sorry for whatever it was.”

“...What?” Dark blinks and looks up at him in confusion.

“I can hear you thinking it.” He replies calmly. Dark stares at him, unblinking. Then scoffs, smiling angrily at himself and shaking his head,

“Of course you can.” He turns away from him, “Just don’t listen then.”

“How can I not listen when you’re thinking about me?”

“I’m NOT thinking about you. And get out of my head!”

Just leave me alone. You always do. You don’t care. No one does.

I’m such an idiot.

So stupid for thinking you’d ever would.

“What do you mean? I care about you Dark. You’re my best friend!” He moves his hands to Dark’s shoulders, but Dark quickly pushes them away. He looks up at Wilford in rage, growling slightly.

“Don’t EVER try to get inside my head.” He yells at him. The silence that follows is almost louder, and after a while Dark turns his chair away from Wilford, “It’s too dark for you.”

Wilford huffs and sits on his desk, placing his legs to the arms of his chair so he could pin Dark to make sure he won’t turn away again. Dark curls in on himself to make sure he doesn’t get touched. Wilford leans forward so he can meet his eyes.

“Please? I know that you’re always angry, but please talk to me. You’re feeling bad because of me and I want to help. I always do.”

“It’s really not you.” Dark replies, looking away from him.

“You’re a very bad liar for a former politician.” He chuckles out softly. Dark still doesn’t look at him though.

You make me feel like an idiot.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know why.”

I do know why.

“Dark, please.” Wilford huffs out.

I think I love you.

I don’t know how to act around you anymore.

I feel obvious sometimes.

I feel ashamed of these feelings.

I’m not worth it.

Please get away from me.

All these thoughts hit Wilford all at once, panicky and quickly changing to the point where it begins to hurt his head. He shakes it off and puts his hands on Dark’s shoulders again. He flinches.

I’m sorry, Wil.

Don’t be Dark.

Dark looks up at him.

Wilford smiles at him.

“Of course you can do that as well.” He grunts and looks away.

Wilford lets his hands travel up to his neck, slowly turning his head to have him look at him. Dark inhales sharply and his eyes look everywhere but on the man who has him trapped.

He presses a kisses to the bridge of Dark’s nose, smiling excitedly.

“I love you too Dark.” Kiss. “I always have.” Another kiss “Can you say it to me Dark?” He kisses his cheeks. “Please. I want to hear it.”

“I love you.” He says, bringing his head up to kiss Wilford’s lips shyly. He was smiling into it.

I love you.

#darkstache #darkstache fanfiction #darkiplier fanfiction #wilford warfstache fanfiction

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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If i had to pick an American Cookie that can be bought in the store today, hands down it would be this one.

Living in New Mexico for 20 years, i rarely see a black person. I can go 785 days without seeing an African American. Because i have.

So, it's shocking to go to Arkansas or even Oklahoma and see large groups of Black People and i stare. I don't forget they exist due to the internet.. But I never see them so it's like visiting Mount Rushmore or the Grand Canyon. Its this natural amazing marvel. And I just stare usually with my jaw dropped like some social retard. Which I'm not typically. And Hey -- I'm not the only New Mexican that does that shit. We simply have a serious minority of African Americans here. I understand places like Mississippi don't think they're a minority. But if i can leave my house every day and not see a African American, then you're a minority. Just as in higher areas of African American Domination, i like to call it, there isn't many Latina or Hispanic or Mexicans as there are here. In Mississippi, they're a minority and here they're all "bitch we rule this shit! We own New Mexico!"

So due to actual minority being true of African Americans (in the 90s i picked it because it was always claimed officially so I just accepted as NYC is a huge vast mix of all kinds of culture. I figured they actually went out and counted them. But i wanted to explain to those whom don't travel and don't experience life in other places in the United States.

So in the 90s the Harringtons and I and as he preferred to be called, Captain Negro, his super hero name. Captain Negro del ela Ponte if you wanted to get legal about it. Decided to pick an "American Cookie" we could easily purchase for Sunday nights. And of course it had to be absolutely perfect.

"Taste Great but Look the Part as Touched by a negros heart and soul" said Captain Negroponte as I called him or Captain Negro Party or Captain Negro Parte especially when i didn't know how to explain something.

I tell you. I've always been smart. Miss Leena always hides and plays dumb and just tells history. But to compare and contrast and make analogies i truly learned from this man whom was my English Compilation Teacher, a True Super Hero.

For the cookie experiment. I talked to Miss Leena but she wouldn't explain. She just gave me the type of cookie and told me I would know what to do.

William Harrington said, "I dont know to me a cookie is just a cookie and my wife makes them great!"

And Willingima. we called her, Harrington, at the (jokingly) threat of our own lives said she did not know either she just had to bake she had said as when quietly embroidered under the table a gift for the Captain Hero's family.

So he came over and we told him and his eyes lit up and he was bouncing around with excitement at the table. "So the cookies are.... But I sure don't know how to explain anything but the chocolate"

"Okay explain me"

I did

"And these are just regular old fashioned chocolate chip, not chocolate on chocolate dough or white chocolate chip?"

"I could ask miss leena but im sure it's the old fashioned."

"Lets call her"

She said that the Chocolate dough (black/dark brown dough) with white chocolate chips would be An African cookie -- for their culture here in America and in actually Africa.

So we were all at the phone all listening in, the phone turned all the way up. Now this is the 90s wall phone no speaker phone ability.

So Captain Negroponte told me back at the table, "so you know the old fashioned. Idk why she wouldn't explain the chocolate on chocolate because of the two different browns. But you know I'll stay out of it. I think i do know the sugar but let me just check. What did she say on the phone to you when she called?"

"Well she called just out of the blue. Asked for Sabrina and i thought she was asleep and so i said she was as she hadn't came down (stairs -- our bedrooms were up and i was just living there For the summer or however long until i had to go back to work into the city i moved out October 9, 1991 due to riots in Brooklyn because i had to go help as i spoke about this last week. Officially moved in July 4th of the same year) and she said and i quote "well just tell sabrina this, that i called and she needs to do a cookie experiment. A white old fashioned cookie of chocolate chip flavor and a sugar cookie. She should know what to do with all of your help" she sounded old and she said her husband wasn't home and she was just resting. So i said "well ill let you go" and she said no and wanted to know all about our enterprise feeding the Street neighborhood kids and asked about money and she said "well Sabrina can help" do you -- do you have money? I sure am tired of eating hot dogs myself. This is getting expensive! I mean for us"

I replied "i do have some... Ill talk to Steve to see what we should do and how much and the best way to go about this"

"No now you seem nervous and she said you have a lot"

"Billions" she said the same time I said "millions"

"And you said some.. You said what? What you got now hon?"

"You said I'm a billionaire and i wouldn't ever lie to anyone but Steve explained to me, hes my lawyer, he said that i needed not to explain how rich i am but if someone needed money I'm to say i only have one million dollars and that is it. And i said "but that is a lie!" And he said "but no it is not not when I'm not allowing you to give out more than thousands without my approval" and i was mad!!! But in the end i saw what Steve said i should see. Its dangerous to advertise how rich i am"

"Bull shit! We probably have the richest girl in the world here sitting at our table and im telling her to penny pinch! Babe! We're having steaks next week! Put that on the list!"

"I'll pay you guys all back!"

"No!" "No!" "No!"

"No. Yes i mean i know you all did it from the goodness of your hearts but you shouldn't suffer. And i didn't realize that you were. I mean i thought you just wanted to eat hot dogs. I didn't know there was any difference"

"Blah!"

"So what I'll do. Because Steve said I'm allowed up to thousands and you're still in hundreds last i checked. $991 for the last three weeks for the entire house budget. So I'll at least double that and give Captain Nero the same. For the time y'all have spent working and then what i meant i would have to talk to Steve is that I would have to design a plan for the future. What he's talked about is supplying a credit card with a limit capable of exceeding the design purchases. So like if you need $900,000 a month then the credit card would allow $1 million. That's what hes explained to me. Then he would supply 12 blank checks for the year then all you would do is call the number on the back of the card once monthly to find out the balance and get the address, write the check and then mail it to the credit card company. Easy as that. He would get the bills to look over to see you're not scamming me. Then he can stop payment on the rest of the checks if you are and cancel the card. That goes for everyone. So for this i think that is what he would pick. It sounds simple. Of course, I don't pay bills or anything like that. Steve always handles it for me. But I'll still have to talk to Steve to get that program under way. And I'll make sure he pays you and you and of course you for past supplies and your time"

So they agreed to the extra payment but wanted to do work free. Mrs Harrington got $15 per day for taking care of me. And still does although she doesn't take care of me anymore, her influence still lives within me and is what made me who I truly am today.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't ever asked criminals how they wanted their ending to be. I would have ripped them off the streets and tortured them one by one ripping off pieces of their body while injected with a chemical that made them highly alert and aware of what was happening. For 6 years and 600 days. Them never knowing when it would be the day to lose something they deemed important.

Instead of dungeons and torture chambers, they have a chance at luxury and happiness.

Those asking for death instead have a right to live in peace and make their amends and do as they need. The miserable are killed first to stop their pain and suffering. 72 wanted vacation before. They got that.

If it wasn't for the Harringtons and Captain Negro, never would that occurred.

They saved a wretch like me and in turn, I saved those worst than me. As Jesus would. She taught me all about the belief of Jesus and who they believed he was

Over Captain Harrington's right shoulder was a cross with me looking down or asleep. They eyes were closed. I felt it was the most accurate representation of me. It even had lumps on it's chest. And I always felt so much responsibility. She believed the Unorthodox Jewish ways with a Catholic overcoat. She was non-religious before marriage so she had a mix of views and dabble in all spirits of religion. Also, the occult.

So when her cheeks were pink and her bright blue eyes lit up, and she told me about Jesus. I always prayed to the Lord in Hevaen that I would live up to her expectations.

And often I would look at that cross and feel the thorns cutting into my forehead. "I hope we can do it. Change the world as expected" I would say.

There were times i would take it off the wall "i feel Jesus should watch some T.V., too" i didn't want to say who i was. Mrs Harrington thought i felt that crown of thorns because Jesus was telling me that i knew things and i should act. Of course I didn't really know who I was, either, at first. Mommy thought it was too much but Daddy told me and said I should keep it secret. But I could tell who or what I want. So I decided to honor mommy and not say. But incorporate Jesus since he was such a big part of Catholicism and decor in the house, daddy said that would make Jesus alive in the house and keep my secret. But allow my full powers to bloom.

And it worked.

So Captain Negroponte said that day that he kept getting questions from one particular kid as tall as me about White Supremacy and how his family taught him that all white people were bad and "only play with nigger kids" so he was certain he knew how to explain the white sugar cookie as long as i could do "the chocolate chip without fail then it would all be good and life would be perfect for this particular child"

"I can. I know just what to do. It will be perfect"

"Okay don't tell me. I dont want to hear until that day"

So he left with a bounce and his eyes glittery. His soul full of tears for this young man, looking back where he left all his hope and faith, walked down the short dark hall and into the sunlight of a cool brisk Saturday afternoon.

"Hey now i might need some help. I know i need to show the white dough and then how it tans when baked. I got that talking to her on the phone"

"Well she didn't say --"

"She said Bake. And i was transformed back into her kitchen and had a white plastic bowl which i put into the oven -- it was empty and out it came a clay not crystal like ours but ceramic Brown bowl with the white inside. So i know what to say about White people tanning to make 2 races so we all have to support the black"

"You you get!! So not all white people are the same!!! Good good!!"

"Shew! Thank you! So I was at the kitchen in the sink.. I mean -- i said that backwards -- so anyway I'm in the kitchen and i see the silver sink and the bowl appears before my eyes and suddenly im holding it in my hands and i went to hand the phone to you as i tried to hand the bowl to her in my standing hands and she didn't sound old like she did in the phone, she sounded very young and sing song. And she said "no the children" so what we have to do is give the bowl to each of the children and let them mix it themselves. That will help white supremacy in however that means. So then the black kids all add the chocolate chips. And then when we bake. That will represent the Muslims that i used to help when in was younger and who framed me to be as i am today. But the kids don't all know that so it will represent all the darker but lighter skin than black you know like Puerto Riccans and Vietnamese and Chinese and all those sorts of people and how the African Americans have inserted their "language" into us to make the world such an amazing place. Without them we wouldn't be the cookie we are today here in 1991. Isn't that right, Jesus?"

"Oh don't look at him so harsh. What do you need me to do?"

"Bake the cookies. At the start we will mix then he will tell a story then we will do the baking. We can do two days in a row or we can help you here in the kitchen. Megan and i can take turns like we always do and so if we wanted to spread the word for two weeks since its getting so cold, we can start in the afternoon instead of dusk. And do the two different cookies the same time -- No i mean in the ssme day"

"Okay that could work. We will just let Captain Nero know and I'm sure he could come up with two great stories to pass the time. And you will pay?"

"Oh yes. Yes of course. And when I talk to Steve I'll ensure Miss Harriet Tubman is getting her cut although she always paid on her own and said she was on solid woman and could make it doing all she pleased, her husband is still working. But he's a police sergeant so I know its not for money. But she could buy her something nice with his pension."

"Pension?"

"Oh he has two. He works a lot. One thinks she's like 80 and the other 102 or 103 i think it is. So one will be cut surely i assume. She said she doesn't think she can make it to 120 without them getting onto her"

"And his paycheck?"

"Oh he donates it to science. They own their own trailer and car and BBQ"

"BBQ?"

"BBQ Grill. Of course though if i gave her money she would probably just clothes the whole entire neighborhood. I'll ask Steve if thats what she wants or that i could do. She said that was the only thing she had left in life to apply for. I guess she always knew i had money thats why she gave me the evil eye. She always provides them gloves in the winter -- except she buys them in the summer when they're cheaper and puts them in a box to save them till it gets cold again. I tell you. She is smart. So about these sugar cookies. I sure hope it works. It seems the opposite of what we set out to do. All white with beautiful crystals on top. She said to make them look so worthwhile and be as perfect as possible..."

So while the White Supremacist cookie is after all just a cookie that we used to explain to a child that was deeply courageous to learn more and actually educated his parents and they hugged me with forgiveness, myself being white.

I have explained the example. And to further educate, the Sugar Cookie in all other reality when not used for a demonstrations, is just a cookie we bake when we have no other additives.

But as Captain Negro (you may call him Captain Nero as Mrs Harrington would as she refused to "see" any color other than the colors of the rainbow") explained we should always try to find something good to add to something that is empty of extras. Be it fruit from like the Garden of Eden or be it nuts or seeds like Big Bird from Sesame Street, prefers, we should always fill our life and our cookies with as much goodness as possible. But some days, he said, some days its okay to have just a plain ole bit of sugar. As long as it's full of love and not hate.

So please do enjoy your plain white sugar cookies that are made with love. Black Panthers nor "all" white people do not encourage prejudice -- even if it's just against a cookie.

God bless us.

So we picked for our "American Cookie" the cookie below: because of the way it looks and the way it tastes. I encourage you to buy some today. As you can see the chocolate chips are hidden just as African American Heritage is hidden. And when we take a bite a beautiful explosion of chocolate erupts and elivenes our spirits.

And to top the cookie off, all of this occurs inside. Hidden away. Just like our souls are.

Thank you for listening. If these people could touch you just one percent how much they changed my life and gave me love and education and pride and so much faith in other people. Then you will be so better off

I hope you allow them to touch your souls.

Now here is the cookie you all have been waiting for:

We would laugh. And call it the "Soft Bitch" we may be going hard and fighting loud but we always have time for a tear, a hand to hold, a face to hug.

Because this is The United States of America. And she ain't all that bad. Not her citizens. Her government. Yes. But her citizens are blessed by her rich history of which she had no control over.

The American Cookie. A brown cookie, like a white person tans with perfect pieces of Black African American heart and soul baked in. Cookies of the United States of America. I always called them "American Cookies" We even had kids sit and mix up chocolate chip dough from scratch, each child getting to mix and have an ingredient added while they mixed. They all got to see the raw dough was White. Then They were baked with love by Momma Harrington and they came out tan. Like white people do in the sun. So they could see for certain how the African American were and are in the souls and minds of white people. And how without the African American pieces of love they were not complete. To prove this we made cookies without the chips and they were bland. "But What about White Supremacy? Because that was just America without us. But What about how they think?" I was asked. "I guess we could try Sugar Cookies then and see what happens. So we made beautiful sugar cookies with sugar crystals on top. Thank God our Black Panther Leader knew the words because i was at a loss.

"We all mixed and made those cookies. We saw what was in them! Sugar! We made them appeasing to the eye and different looking and more special looking than an old Chocolate Chip with those crystals. But those crystals?!? They ain't nothing. We got them in chocolate chip and that is all they put in the White Mass cookies. Then we sprinkled a little on top to make them look clean and beautiful like a real treasure. But the Treasure is Truth!!! They're missing the real thing! Sure they look beautiful especially in the sun, the crystals reflecting the lights all over but those crystals are Blinding us to the Truth!!! They are all a fraud!! But go ahead, eat them. I would too. White supremacist and all. Now let's growl!!"

Reminder Established in 1991:

Miss Leena has a different fund called ""Harriet Tubman's Self Worth Working Still Today" and she has 778 users of my funds whom also feed the people of their neighborhood and streets. They do collard greens, steak and potatoes soup daily. Saturday and Sunday add hot dogs and Sunday Morning they do their African American Heritage Stories. Of course 68% are certified Black Panthers as well but no one has to pledge to an organization to feed children with love m they just follow their hearts.

The account labeled "Black Panther Food Allocation - For the Street Kids" 962 people across the globe do this on their personal streets nightly. Feed kids collard greens, hot dogs and/or hamburgers (with cheese and iceberg lettuce, tomato, onions, relish and so on). And on Sundays tell the stories of Black American Leaders that intended to destroy prejudice and mistreatment and succeeded and the listeners all get cookies.

Of course I bought the secret Cookie to represent our Nation. The United States of America.

The United States was founded officially on July 4, 1776.

Due to this i requested our policy be to employ no more than 77% of African American and no less than 76% the remaining percent be of at least 4 different shades of white.

We start at $18 per hour as that is the adult age in the USA to represent freedom. We employ 2020 in each factory setting arena.

Then we changed the recipe, to take out the lumps. To promise a better and smoother future for all.

The Original cookie to represent the past is gone is pictured on the box as well as an elf. It is not misrepresentation of what is inside, unless you expected to find an elf as well. In no way is there any identifying words that says that is the what the cookie looks like inside. But it is the Original cookie artwork packaging as i bought it in 1991.

We have been sued over the artwork not representing the contents. Once i sued myself and won. I got good game. Y'all. Persuaded everyone to see it my way! It was a mock trial. And so it was to prepare for a real trial which did occur and we did win. We simply told the truth of our packaging and said we were not ready to reveal it. It was 2007 and we hadn't done a full reveal since 1991 and so why not leave us alone as we couldn't promise the change?!?!

We did word of mouth and some soft T.V. programming to indicate it. But never The full storey as I have today in pulic.

So again here is the Original cookie it did actually look like but did crumble more -- we kept that chocolate chip explosion. But bake them twice to have an outer coating of smoothness.

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