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finniestoncrane · 4 months ago

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2.5k Event Request - Cecil Stedman x GN!Reader word count: 900 a/n: am i unhinged? yeah. but i'm at peace with that. and i think i should be rewarded for my self-awareness by being pushed under a desk and asked to suck cecil stedman's fat cock u-u cw: hair pulling, blowjobs, praise kink, instructed oral sex, risky location, choking on dick 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie2.5k (to follow or to block)

Employee evaluations and boot licking were very much not your thing. You didn’t need the praise, a boost of incentive to work at a job you’d rather not have but rather required to have in order to exist. But there were things you were willing to do, even begging to do. And you were more than happy to degrade yourself for the opportunity to do them. It’s why you so often found yourself on your knees below Cecil Stedman’s desk, staring up at him with wide, thankful eyes, your mouth filled with his cock, average length but surprisingly thick.

From under his desk, strategically hidden and subtly indicating your status as lower than him, you stared up into Cecil’s steely blue eyes, a glimmer of affection behind them, far more than he offered to anyone else he looked at. His fingers laced through your hair, pads pressing onto your scalp as he pushed you, mouth open expectantly, towards the tip of his cock. Slowly, but still forcefully, he inserted himself past your lips, groaning as his head hit the back of your throat. Your chokes and splutters made his heartbeat quicken, abdomen tightening as his muscles tensed in arousal.

“Breathe through your nose… and put your tongue underneath- yep, yes… just like… Oh, that’s it… that is it! You’re a fast learner.”

Your drool was pooling against your bottom lip, eyes watering as he bucked the tip against your throat. In a move of genuine care, he tugged at the knot of your hair he held in his clamped fist and pulled you off his cock, watching your saliva spill from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin.

He steadied himself on the edge of his chair, one hand firmly planted at the based of his cock, just enough uncovered by his hand for you to wrap your lips around the tip. As you began sucking again, running your tongue around his head, taking more of him in as he removed his hand, his trust that you could do this without straining yourself renewed. Despite what you might have believed, this was only pleasurable for him if you enjoyed yourself too. But not wanting to seem too soft, he offered another instruction.

“Don’t be afraid to use your teeth a little. You think I’m soft? I deal with these assholes on a daily basis, I can handle a bit of rough play.”

You tightened your jaw a little, letting his shaft graze along the bottom row of your teeth, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth as the slight tingle of pain coursed through him.

“You know, if everyone listened as well as you did, we wouldn’t have so many god damn problems around here.”

Cecil’s warm palm held your cheek, thumb caressing your skin in a display of affection, the likes of which only you ever saw from him truly. There were others he cared for, but you were the only one he seemed to feel anything deeper towards. It made you feel special. That he could have at his behest the most incredible superheroes on the planet, and you were the one he chose to spend his time with.

He tapped his thumb against your cheek, drawing your eyes up to his as he spoke.

“Hollow them, it shows your sucking as hard as you can, you know I like that ah… aha ha… wow, you are a very good listener…”

His thumb went back to skating back and forth over your now flushed and warm cheeks.

“… such a good employee, we’ll need to negotiate a bonus for you.”

You could feel your eyes, half-lidded and wet with tears, sparkling with excitement at his praise.

“You’re so good… you’re doing so good… gimme a second though…”

His slender fingers pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it before he took it off completely, flicking it over your head and letting it rest at the back of your neck. He held the two ends between his clenched fists, tugging at them, using them to pull you towards him on your hands and knees, freeing you from your spot under his desk. Now you were exposed, risking anyone walking in, though you knew no one would. Cecil Stedman decided when people spoke to him, not the other way around. The same way as he decided when you would take a breath, or when you would switch techniques, or when you could stop. You were under his control, like everything else in the world. Another plate for him to spin.

As he leaned back in his chair, shifting his pants down further on his thighs and placing his hands on top of his head, you pressed forwards, easing yourself up and resting your palms on his knees. He was silent, taking the time to just appreciate your efforts as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hungrily, desperate to please him, wanting so bad to continue to do a good job for him. With one hand running over his head and through his long hair, he let the other hover over your shoulder, not wanting to push you any further, wanting to let you take control instead for these last few moments. He was close, and he wanted you to earn his load of your own accord.

You could coax it out of him, he was certain of that.

#finnie writes #cecil stedman #x reader #cecil stedman x reader #cecil stedman fic #invincible fic #invincible fanfic #finnie2.5k

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dirtyoldmanhole · 6 months ago

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feelsy gunter/corrin pregnacy headcanon(s) that were torturing me this last weekend (route agnostic) ~

so i wrote them smarter about protection in YRMR than they they would actually be because i don't know if the senior nohr generation have ever heard about such a thing given garon and his ....many..... concubines exist (lol). both of them kinda... just assume that his swimmers are too old?

.............i'm not even sure corrin thinks that far?

listen gunter was corrin's combat instructor, not an obgyn. anyway they've been fooling around. uh. a lot.

more than a few dedicated fuck marathons leaving them absolutely exhausted but so satisfied, best endurance in the army amiright

the first time corrin gets morning sickness they both just assume she had a bad piece of meat or something

and it's not until corrin gets morning sickness a few times a row that it suddenly dawns on him, maybe he's distractedly looking over her cabinet for something to help the nausea and an old memory of him doing this before (for his late wife) hits him.

and he goes sheet white.

cuz

the thing about nohr

is i really get the class difference is a big deal. less so with a casual fuck or fling, but when it comes to royal heirs? twice-thrice-over? him as not just a commoner but the whole [gestures]?

and he's thinking oh shit oh fuck i fucked up her life

and he's a long term thinker he's thinking as her knight-guardian every worst case scenario possible all in a blitzkreig (not unreasonably), and almost immediately gets the notion that he's gotta. get rid of this stupid fucking mess his fucking feelings have gotten into (there's ways, maybe niles knows)-

and his chest is tight, there's a tiny frail part of his heart erupting into a blinding grief, struggling, and not even allowing himself to the mourn the what-if-

what if again (this tiny precious miracle of a little one and having it torn away again)-

brutally shoving any thoughts aside he sort of brusquely nudges her to go visit a doctor real quick to confirm, she senses something's weirdly spooked him just by how curt and iron-brittle-tense and almost snappish her beloved authority figure of a black knight is all the sudden and it's. not a great feeling. she's spooked, stomach's squirrley still, spooked enough that she misses the way how he looks at her with the kind of terror of having lost before.

he gets her to a doctor without incident, leaves them to their thing and paces like a madman outside. doctor just ironically thinks that he might be the first one to know, (never the father) of course.

(gunter, upon being let back in, ignores the comment about 'when the father hears-', but it's a. it's a dig. one of many many unintentional digs he ignores, and ignores and ignores-)

but when they're alone again - corrin won't let go of him, she's suddenly very touchy/needy and genuinely concerned about him, she's tentatively happy, she kind of always in the naievity saw them as having kids, it just happened ehhh kinda earlier than they assumed?

and corrin mentions this in a stream of nervous consciousness and -

he grabs her. not hard- there's a vaguely rough-edged strangled weakly incredulous tone to his voice she's never ever heard before, never as him as a combat instructor, never as a lover-

'you want them?'

and it hits him here-

she wants his children.

she wants him as their father, she doesn't want to just have it as a footnote and a badly ended fling, she wants him and their child as a real future.

he is not a very emotional (or emotionally demonstrative) man but i think he leans his forehead against her shoulder for a very long time and just.... buries his face against her.

and corrin doesn't completely get the depth of why, but she holds him, her beloved, and they break there, but in that healing, whole way.

;a;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

#[smiling so much with the head in my hands] my brain will not shuuuuut upppp about these two oh my goooooood

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eddiethehunted · 2 years ago

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I'm asking about ooga booga and beep bop because I'm a menace and exist to humiliate you >:) (but also if you genuinely don't want to talk about them pls don't it's ok mwah I love you)

ok i know i marked beep bop as nsfw but i actually haven't. written the smut yet. so. anyway it's based on a RP gwen and i did forever ago that is still living in my head and just bc i adore u i will also put ooga booga under the cut. that one is uh. definitely very nsfw.

beep bop (post-vol 2, vamp eddie)

He strained his ears, his breath coming shallow and quick. It was quiet outside, except for the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle evening breeze. No other noises came, and he breathed in deep, letting it out slow, trying to calm his heart rate down.

“Just an animal,” Steve whispered to himself. He was trembling from head to toe. “Just a squirrel or a raccoon. It’s fine.”

He managed to relax his shoulders, the hysteria blurring the fringes of his vision receding slightly. Fuck but he was on edge. He knew a good night’s sleep would help, but how was he supposed to sleep when every little thing sent him into a panic attack?

Swallowing a frantic laugh, he turned back to his bed to grab another cigarette. He’d smoke the whole fucking pack tonight, probably. As he grabbed his lighter, he made the mistake of lifting his gaze to the window, and his heart stopped in his chest.

There was something looking back at him. Watching him. He could see it there, in the tree right outside his window.

ooga booga (im sorry but saying this right before i post some smut is so funny) also eddie has a tongue piercing

“stay still,” eddie orders, letting it come out a bit mean because he knows what it does to steve. sure enough, a glance up shows steve shutting his eyes as they roll back. for good measure, he adds with a dry chuckle, “you’re so fucking easy, steve. it’s been like one minute."

“fuck,” it’s punched out of him, “please, please, i’ll stay still, i promise."

cute.

with steve’s whiny please ringing in his ears, eddie dives back in, taking as much as he can at once without choking again. a rough tug on his hair makes him groan, earning a frantic gasp from steve as the sound vibrates through his mouth. steve's hips twitch forward but he stills them quickly, clenching his jaw tight.

it’s fucking crazy, eddie thinks vaguely, breathing deeply through his nose as he works to bury his face in steve’s happy trail. the fact that he can just tell steve what to do and steve listens like he’s made for it. it’s insane.

steve can hardly keep his eyes open, shuddering with each bob of eddie’s head, thighs trembling on either side of his shoulders. eddie grips his hips harder, pressing him hard into the couch, letting his spit drip from the corners of his mouth as he hollows his cheeks again, suckling hard around the tip, flicking at the slit with the tip of his tongue, letting his piercing drag over it roughly. it must hurt a little, but he knows steve gets off on it, loves tempting the thin line between pleasure and pain.

“fuck, fuck fuck, eddie, yes,” steve babbles, free hand coming up to grab his own hair, one leg kicking out in his effort to stay still. eddie shoots a watery look up to watch him, unable to quell the moan that shudders up his throat at the sight. steve’s throat bobs as he swallows a whine, the sharp angle of his jaw softened as his mouth falls open on another moan.

#once again no one look at me.#steddie #notsfw #u will notice that i cannot decide what tense to write in #theres no rhyme or reason its just about the vibes #writing wip tag game #catfishofoldin99colours

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pookacangetit · 3 years ago

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Disney Song!Yuu [Halloween Edition: Pumpkins & Villainous Medleys]

It’s Halloween and Yuu has a treat in store for their audience at the Monstro Lounge. The trick? Yuu's singing the Disney Medley Villains' edition.

Also big thanks to the anon who brought me gifts in the form of It's Tough to Be a God and reminded me of the existence of Disney medleys :D

☆HAPPY HALLOWEEN☆

Masterlist

Yuu was performing for Monstro Lounge that night, extra cash to be earn with the influx of visitors on the island visiting NRC due to spooky season.

As a playback to their performance a few months ago, Yuu wore a black slinky dress with a slit in the middle, dark purple stilettos and a pair of lace gloves embroidered with roses. Their hair strung into a braid decorated with fake spiders and spiderwebs.

A dead mermaid haunting the sea, Yuu had described their outfit and appearance.

The mistress of Death disguised as a beautiful siren, Azul and many had boldly assumed in the beginning.

The ghostly background music started up as Yuu gently grabbed the mic. The students hadn't tensed up when they noted the lack of backup instruments and singers even though Yuu was the only one onstage. The outsiders who never seen Yuu singing though...

Poor unfortunate souls~

In pain, in need~

This one's longing to be thinner~

That one wants to get the girl~

And I do help them~

Yes indeed~

Ignoring the loud gasps from outsiders who didn't know the Ramshackle prefect knew the lost lyrics much less be able to sing them. The students tensed in their seats and waited for the magic to work, and it did.

From the low classic lights and giant aquarium of the Monstro Lounge, greyish smoke curled around the feet of the listeners like tentacles as the landscape slowly transformed itself into the dark caves hidden deep within the ocean, illuminated with a sheen of purple glow.

The air rippled and engulfed with a dense energy as though they were underwater, with bubbles forming midair and created twinkling lights when popped.

Those poor unfortunate souls~

So sad, so true~

They come flocking to my cauldron~

Crying spells, Ursula, please~

And I help them~

Yes, I do~

Yuu grinned as they sang the last verse, wearing an angelic-looking smile which highlighted the pinkish sheen on their lips and made them resemble a dark angel beneath gold-illuminated lights.

Jade leaned forward to whisper to Azul, "You're not going to faint because how similar Yuu looks to the Great Sea Witch, are you?"

Azul pushed him away flushing, "That was once, I'm not going to repeat that embarrassing incident-"

So PREPARE FOR THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME~

Yuu smirked, hands stretched forward and pulled upwards as the smoke rose to the air with a green sheen. People started shrieking when they saw ghostly visages of green fire appearing and surrounding the room while the air turned thicker with a fog the colour of brimstone.

The ocean caves from before faded slightly from sight as the walls became jagged and rough at the edges.

Be prepared for a sensational news~

Jade destroyed the champagne glass he was cleaning, "This didn't happen the last time they performed that song."

"No, they're singing a completely different verse from before- what are they thinking?!" Azul frowned.

A chair cluttered noisily to the ground, drawing attention to the pirate-dressed Savanaclaw on the ground, "The- the great one's singing two great seven simultaneously?! Oh seven save me I need to get to the sacrificial pumpkins to appease them-"

Jade broke the second champagne glass he was holding, Azul's glasses cracked at the edges.

A shinning new era~

Is tip-toeing nearer~

(̷̨̛̘̦͕͕̬̽͗͗̈̀́͑̑̇̈̈́̅̾̀Ą̷̧̻̗̇͝ñ̶͙̐̏͆̋͌̇̅́͝͝d̷̨̼̜͎͙̪̝̲̗̘͔͇̹̺̎̾̍͜ ̷̧̨̢̠̺̮͚̥͚̓͋̅͊̈́̆͜͜͠ͅw̵̹͎̺͓̼̞̜̘̉̔ḥ̵̛̙̦͈͓̿̅̆̓̒́̏̄é̷̡̘̝̺̮̰̱̜̬̊͊̑̀̌̐̍̆́̄̅͆ͅr̵̦͉̗̫̙̄̄́̕ḛ̶̡͗̉̐͂̽̽̀̀̋͘͘ ̶̡̢̠̲̯̮̥͈͚͕̹̎̏̈́̈ͅḑ̵̛͓̞̫̟͍̫̰̰̤̠̰͌̆̔̽͗̔̓̅̋̏͠ơ̴̧͍͇͉̙̜̝̫̝͛͋̉̍̌̀̇͋̕͝ ̸̻̲̣̣̻̠͓̩̜͈̖̥̑̈́̉͘w̵̧̛̗̼̯̯̞̘͇͓̓̊̀e̷̛͓͐̓͆̈̐̆͋͒̎̓͘͝ ̵̢̡̰̤̳͕̱̗͓́̈̏̀̿͋̈́̔͐̐̑̈́́͝f̸̢̨͓̣͔̗̹̈́͂̄̃́̓̔͛͘͜͠ͅë̷͎́̌̑̕ḁ̷̢͓̫͈̰̖͙̃̓t̶͎̤͆͛̑͑̆̔̍͐͗͛̀͜ͅṵ̶̢̧͖̼͖̰͙̟̦͔̪̂͂̅̓̒̈̈́͒͂͛̉͜͝ͅṟ̴͍͒̀̿̌͛̾̾͝e̷͇͉̖̫̙͎͔̾̿͂̌̀͌̒͝ͅ?̷̛̛̥̈̌̌̔̒̈̊̑͛̕)̵͖̏̀͂͜~

Just listen to the teacher~

If the Savanaclaw's words didn't inspired mass panic, the clearly disembodied voices filled with manic energy singing the verse which was booming across the lounge did.

People were stuck in their seats out of fear and awe as their surroundings were a dark mixture of smoky caverns and deep ocean caves irradiating emerald and purple lights blended together and centered on the impossibility onstage singing their heart out.

Azul felt his knees go weak, "T-two songs by the great seven combined?!"

I know it sounds sordid~

But you'll be rewarded~

When at last I am given my dues~

An injustice deliciously squared~

Be PREPARED~

Azul and the Leech twins were the only ones to see the light of mischief dancing in Yuu's eyes as everyone else panicked. Grinning, the prefect made a twirl with their arms outstretched to the sky, crooning the rest of the lyrics with a feral smile that sent shivers down the Octavinelle trio's backs.

Beata Maria~

You know I am a righteous man~

More screaming ensured as the room mutated into the catholic version of Hell with a burning volcanic landscape. Yuu was simply grinning as they did a little spin on the stage with their arms outstretched.

"ANOTHER LOST LYRIC??!"

"THE GREAT ONE IS MAD!!"

"SACRIFICE! SOMEONE GRAB THE SACRIFICIAL PUMPKINS PREPARED TO APPEASE THEM-"

Yuu: trick and treat!! (σ`∀´)σ

Azul: isn’t it supposed to be ‘trick or treat’?

Yuu: *preparing the Disney Villains Medley* I said what I said

#twst #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst halloween month 2021 #disney song yuu

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prophelise · 3 years ago

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hi i was wondering if i could request a comfort headcanon, my anxiety and depression has gotten worse since an anniversary is coming up, can it be of iwaizumi and akaashi and if possible hinata (hes my comfort character) where they are comforting their s/o after an anxiety attack or after a depressive episode if that makes sense??? thank u !!

Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji and Hinata Shoyo comforting their S/O after an anxiety attack

comforting their S/O after an anxiety attack + Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji, Hinata Shoyo

genre/warnings: anxiety attack mentions, comfort, fluff, worried boyfriends

a/n: as someone with social anxiety I just wrote from my experience and also reading about other people's experiences. make sure to take care of yourself and stay hydrated, my roses!

buy me a coffee?

haikyuu m. | general m.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

♡ so iwa is pretty rough around the edges as we all know

♡ He's grumpy and sometimes a bit harsh

♡ but never with you

♡ ever since he met you, he's just so enamored with you

♡ and he can't help but be gentle, speak kinder than he has ever done, hold your hand in his firmly but still like you're oh so delicate

♡ for him you're the most important thing there is

♡ And he may not be the best at this relationship thing, but he tries and he gets better

♡ So if he sees you having an anxiety attack that man will be beside you in a second

♡ "Hey, hey! Breathe, love, breathe," he says quietly as to not startle you or overwhelm you, his eyes showing nothing but worry.

♡ Whatever you need, he will get it or do it

♡ You need some space, but still want him to be with you? On it!

♡ Need some comforting and hugs? On it!

♡ This man is so devoted :')

♡ He won't go until you are feeling better and only then, he will go and get you guys some food or prepare a bath or the bed for some cuddling session

♡ After your anxiety attack is over, he will be there to ease your worries even more

♡ "You know you can talk to me, right?"

♡ He's a great listener and he will be there for you, no matter what ♡

Akaashi Keiji:

♡ he is grace, he is balance, he's the boyfriend material

♡ he is very respectful in all occasions and very much knows what to say

♡ his stoic appearance and mood breaks one thing though and that's you

♡ to be fair, he wasn't really looking for love?? if it's the right way to say that, like yeah he wants to fall in love and he loves all good love stories, but kinda never thought about it in a way that includes him

♡ so having you is a blessing, talking with you is a blessing + that added bonus of all the romantic date ideas he gets

♡ He's here for the long run

♡ So the last thing he expects is to walk in on you having an anxiety attack

♡ Akaashi will be shocked for a bit, but he will get over it pretty soon. Because the priority is you and your well being, he cares about you oh so much

♡ "You're okay, it's okay love. I'm here, breathe," he's drawing circles onto your back, being very mindful of your feelings and expressions.

♡ he will breathe with you and probably will have read somewhere to name the five things you can see or feel to ground you

♡ He's very smart, but also compassionate

♡ gradually as your breathing begins to calm down, he will be very relieved

♡ it was a bit stressful and worrying for him

♡ he won't force you to open up as it might make you anxious again, but whether you wanna talk or not he's staying with you for the rest of the day

♡ cuddling, watching movies, taking a bath, reading, he's down for everything

♡ he will be very worried for the next days after your anxiety attack, so he will check up on you often

♡ he just really loves you ♡

Hinata Shoyo:

♡ a human sunshine™

♡ His love for you is just so pure and he can't help but be really happy around you all the time, your existence gave him so much more than he could've ever asked for

♡ yes, he was and still is volleyball crazy, but now he also has you, who is his ever shining motivation to wake up every day, support before his matches, last thought before going to sleep and the first one as he sees a text of a "good morning!" from you

♡ In other words, he's great!

♡ He really panics whenever he sees you even relatively distressed, so you can expect him to not know what to do for a sec

♡ He's just really surprised and well, not used to comforting someone through something like this even though he has a little sister, she's pretty happy and calm

♡ But he jumps right in like with most things in his life

♡ "Y/N? W-What is it?" And yeah he's not the best at this, but he holds you close just enough to still leave you some room to breath.

♡ He breathes with you and tries to ground you, he whispers constant rushed reassurences that in his mind would calm him down and that you use when he's overwhelmed with his own nerves before matches

♡ And he makes it work, he's a fast learner so if it ever came to it again he's right there and possibly amazing at comforting you

♡ he's a very energetic person, who can't possibly sit still for 8 seconds, but he stays there with you in his arms as he dries your tears with his thumbs and as he listents to you

♡ If you're not up to talking, he will usually be up to sitting there with you and talking about his day to get your mind off things

♡ often times he will just hold you to his chest so you can hear his heart beating with love for you and you end up falling asleep in his warmth ♡

#🥀 — rose scented notes #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq headcanons #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo headcanons #hinata shoyo x reader #iwaizumi hajime headcanons #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji headcanons #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji imagines #iwaizumi hajime imagines

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lokiondisneyplus · 3 years ago

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Sophia Di Martino was launched into the pop cultural consciousness thanks to her role as Sylvie – AKA the Loki variant on Marvel Disney Plus series Loki, where she trades barbs and shares background stories with Tom Hiddleston's God of Mischief.

Episode Three of the series found Loki on a wild adventure with Sylvie, after he accidentally sent them both to the doomed moon Lamentis-1, on a collision course with a planet. Facing an apocalypse, the pair hatches a plan to find the escape vessel that some of the moon's wealthier residents are hoping will carry them to safety and, while on the train to the ship, they discuss everything from the nature of love to their respective magical abilities.

When the opportunity arose to talk to her, we naturally jumped at it, so here is part of Chris Hewitt's conversation with Di Martino, who was frank and funny while chatting about getting the job, Loki's sexuality and more.

The last two weeks in particular must have been a heck of a whirlwind for you. What's it been like being at the centre of the storm?

It's been a strange one. Because I feel like I've been waiting in the wings for quite a while. And I haven't been able to talk to anyone about this until today. So, it's been a really strange few weeks, just watching the show start and listening to people's reactions, but not being able to talk about it. I don't feel like I've been in the centre of the storm at all. I feel like I've been watching it play out.

Have you been able to say anything to anybody, family friends... Postmen?

Absolutely no-one! My mum has no idea where I've been for the past two years. It's been really difficult. But to be honest, I'm actually really good at keeping secrets. So, I've perhaps been too good and haven't told anyone, anything. My agent, no one knows anything! I’m taking it really seriously, maybe a bit too seriously!

You and director Kate Herron have worked together in the past. Is that how it began for you?

Kate and I worked together on a short film of hers a few years ago now. And we stayed in touch, we're mates, we'll go out for coffee and do a bit of improv. We exist in the same circles in London. I'm trying to remember how exactly it happened. I was shooting another film in the UK, and I think I got a message from Kate saying, “I'm on this show, I'm not allowed to talk about what it is... There's a role, we'd like to see what you do with it. I can't tell you any more. Just wanted to give you the heads up...” A really vague WhatsApp message. So, then I got a request for a tape through my agent. But obviously, my agency also couldn't know anything about what was happening and what it was or anything. I was given a really short scene, made a tape of this scene and just had to guess what it was about. I think it was actually what ended up being the scene from Episode Three, which is Loki and Sylvie on the train. I think it ended up being that scene, but it was very different when I did the audition tape for it.

Did it have the word Loki in the script at any point?

No, no, no names! I think it was Bob and Sarah or something completely different. I didn't have a clue what it was.

I was really interested in how angry she is and how sort of laser-focused she is on this mission that she's given herself.

At what point did the penny drop? At what point did you realise that you were auditioning to play a Loki on Loki, and then this incredibly complex character?

I can't remember what happened first. It might have been the news that Kate was directing the new Loki came out. And then I was like, “Oh, maybe that's what I read for...” Or if it was that I was just offered the job, and they told me what it was. But yeah, it was a surprise. And I had a chat with Tom on FaceTime because he was in New York. I never actually met anyone because I was nine months pregnant, I couldn't fly anywhere. So, I was in London, everyone else is in the US. So, it was just that tape, it was all based on that. And obviously, I've worked with Kate before, so she knows that I'm not some weirdo. And she must’ve convinced them to cast me!

Let’s talk a little bit about Sylvie as we now know her. What's clear is that you're not doing a Tom Hiddleston impression. This is not your take on a Tom Hiddleston Loki, this is a very, very different iteration of their character. So where did you start?

Well, probably exactly there, making that decision that I didn't want to go in and do an impression of Tom, because that would have been awful. I'm really bad at impressions for a start! Sylvie’s very different to Loki in a lot of ways. There's the chaos and there's the mischievous, which are very, very Loki traits. But for me, I was really interested in how angry she is and how sort of laser-focused she is on this mission that she's given herself. And I think that plus the playfulness really helped me get into the character. And, and so that was the way I started.

The stunt training and the fight training really helped me with her physicality, and we were all really keen on her being a really strong, sort of street fighter, almost. She's not as elegant as Loki. She's fit and rough around the edges, she's had a harder time, in a way, she's been on the run for the majority of her life, getting into scraps. And I like the idea that she really enjoys fighting. And she'd really get something out of it. Because she knows that she's probably going to win. Right? And that's where her cockiness comes through, maybe. And so that was part of it as well. And then as soon as you put the costume on, you're there.

What was that like? Because the costume says so much as well. There's the headpiece, which obviously has a missing horn, which says a lot about the scrapes that she's gotten into in the past. And also says that this isn't the Loki we might be expecting.

We were really keen on making the costume look like it's been through the wringer a bit. And she's sort of gathered bits of it from places that she's been throughout her journey. We didn't want it to be too clean and shiny. And it was also important to me that it was a really comfortable costume and that I could actually fight in it, and I could kick in it and just do things that I needed to kick not have to worry about breaking it or being uncomfortable. And then Christine Wada, the costume designer, was amazing at just making it super comfy. But I still felt like a badass when I put it on.

The train scene has that wonderful moment where you’re talking about your romantic pasts, and Loki confirms that he is bisexual, which has been received rapturously since the episode came out. Did you get a sense of how momentous it was when you were filming it?

I knew how important it was, yeah. And I'm just so pleased that it's been received so well. And people are super happy to have seem that scene. And like I said, the show is inspired by the comics, and the comics for a long time have alluded to Loki being bisexual or pansexual. And his sexuality is not straight. And even back to Norse mythology. So, it was important to Kate, and it was also important to me and Tom, that this was represented in a six-hour story about that character. Because representation is important.

It's such a beautifully written scene. Can you just talk about your memories of filming those exchanges? Because we've only just met Sylvie, and we haven’t seen Loki consider the idea of love or falling in love or being frail or vulnerable in that way before.

It’s a super important scene. And it was interesting to shoot it because it's the first time that you see Sylvie vulnerable. And it's just a really important moment for the two of them to understand each other in a different way, and not just be miffed by each other for the first time. And when we were filming it, it is quite a long scene. And it just felt really good to do a long, talky scene. It didn't feel long when we were doing it. But it was nice to get into those characters, and it sort of felt like doing a play, when you go a bit deeper and it’s great. It's just another way of understanding the character that you're playing. And listening to Tom singing was also an experience! Didn’t he do such a good job of learning all those words? I was just amazed that he could learn a song in a different language. And he did it so quickly! Like, one day he got the words and the next day he was fluent in Norwegian! That’s Hiddleston, isn’t it? He’s just so smart!

#Sophia Di Martino #Sylvie #Loki #Tom Hiddleston #interview

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agentfreckles · 2 years ago

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Hehe glad I have the honour of gracing your ask box for the first time in a while, but yeah I'm dying for the new book! Who wouldn't be? I only discovered Wayhaven after book 2 came out though (due to some incredible fan artists) so I feel like I should be more patient because I haven't had to wait as long as older fans for content. But also I've pretty much spent the last two days doing nothing but rereading any Wayhaven content I can find 😅

To be honest with you my first impression of A was that he was going to be a stoic, militant, serious kind of guy aka not really my cup of tea, but then I read through the other LI's routes and it's like oh shit he cares. So I haven't actually played through his route yet, but I just listened to Stay and maybe I should put myself through the terrible heartache of a slow burn romance with a stoic man who actually cares a whole lot...

The song makes it all sound so bittersweet, the longing for connection even though he isn't ready to fully admit it to himself yet. From what I've learned in the other routes the way he acts makes sense, but to be alone for so long before he got to be with unit bravo is heartbreaking

(also hope any of that makes sense, it's definitely too late in the AM for me to be overthinking this, and yet,,)

I can relate to you there! I first found out about Wayhaven about a week after Book 2 came out, in late May 2020. So it’s been an interesting journey that started off with the instant gratification of being able to jump from Book 1 to Book 2 and every day since has been a long waiting game. But Mishka’s asks and the Book 3 demo have definitely helped keep me sane while I wait. And I’d wait forever if it meant the book was top tier, which I know it will be.

I mean A really is a stoic, militant, serious kind of person lol. I get a lot of people’s hesitancy when it comes to their route because A is definitely a little rough around the edges, especially in the beginning. But why they’re that way has always been interesting to me, even more so now that we’ve gotten some pretty big hints about their backstory (particularly in the Book 3 demo if you’ve read it). There seems to be a lot of trauma and guilt there, which we have to remember A has been carrying with them for a near millennium. And it’s that guilt in particular that has them constantly putting duty and practicality above emotions, even at the cost of their own happiness as we see in their route. But you’re so so so right! A cares quite a lot actually. Especially when it comes to Unit Bravo. Some of my favorite scenes in the series, A’s route or otherwise, involve A letting their guard down and giving us (both the detective and the reader) a glimpse of that camaraderie and trust that exists between A and their team. You can really feel how much they all mean to A, even if they don’t always show it as freely as say F does.

And you hit the nail on the head. A’s route is all about keeping their distance and denying themselves the love every bit of their mind, body, and soul is screaming to have. It’s heartbreaking and frustrating and awful, but god does it make for one hell of a read.

#adam du mortain #ava du mortain #oh A my little emotionally constipated bean #if you haven’t noticed I love A very much #though if I’m being honest M’s route is my favorite so far #but A will likely always be my favorite LI #though they’re all fantastic #I’m glad the song hit you with that good angst!#ask freckles

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Loki: Sophia Di Martino Talks About Songs, Sexuality, Scoring The Role Of Sylvie And More

The last two weeks in particular must have been a heck of a whirlwind for you. What's it been like being at the centre of the storm?

Have you been able to say anything to anybody, family friends... Postmen?

You and director Kate Herron have worked together in the past. Is that how it began for you?

Kate and I worked together on a short film of hers a few years ago now. And we stayed in touch, we're mates, we'll go out for coffee and do a bit of improv. We exist in the same circles in London. I'm trying to remember how exactly it happened. I was shooting another film in the UK, and I think I got a message from Kate saying, “I'm on this show, I'm not allowed to talk about what it is... There's a role, we'd like to see what you do with it. I can't tell you anymore. Just wanted to give you the heads up...” A really vague WhatsApp message. So, then I got a request for a tape through my agent. But obviously, my agency also couldn't know anything about what was happening and what it was or anything. I was given a really short scene, made a tape of this scene and just had to guess what it was about. I think it was actually what ended up being the scene from Episode Three, which is Loki and Sylvie on the train. I think it ended up being that scene, but it was very different when I did the audition tape for it.

Did it have the word Loki in the script at any point?

No, no, no names! I think it was Bob and Sarah or something completely different. I didn't have a clue what it was.

"I was really interested in how angry she is and how sort of laser-focused she is on this mission that she's given herself."

At what point did the penny drop? At what point did you realise that you were auditioning to play a Loki on Loki, and then this incredibly complex character?

Let’s talk a little bit about Sylvie as we now know her. What's clear to me is that you're not doing a Tom Hiddleston impression. This is not your take on a Tom Hiddleston Loki, this is a very, very different iteration of their character. So where did you start?

What was that like? Because the costume says so much as well. There's the headpiece, which obviously has a missing horn, which says a lot about the scrapes, that she's gotten into in the past. And also says that this isn't the Loki we might be expecting.

The train scene that wonderful moment were you’re talking about your romantic pasts, and Loki confirms that he is bisexual, which has been received rapturously since the episode came out. And it's such a huge moment and I know it was important to Kate, as well. What can you say about that? First of all, about filming that moment? Did you get a sense of its momentousness when you were filming it?

And it's such a beautifully written scene as well. Can you just talk about your memories of filming those exchanges? Not just seeing Tom singing in what I presume is Norwegian, and what that was like for you? But also, just that exchange about love and how important it is for these two characters. Because we've only just met Sylvie, of course. And we haven’t seen Loki consider the idea of love or falling in love or being frail or vulnerable in that way before. So, it seemed like a fairly important exchange...

#sophia di martino #interview #article #loki #loki series #empire magazine

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 4 years ago

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Jonathan//and the heart i know i'm breakin' is my own

hey! if you haven’t already noticed, i’m posting quite a lot of christmas themed things for stranger things. i’ve done nancy, robin and now jonathan! so keep your eyes peeled for steve because i have something big planned! have a great day/night!

For Jonathan, Christmas isn’t a time for celebration. It hasn’t been for a long time now.

For years now it’s just been another time of the year ruined by monsters, both human and other-worldly.

The first Christmas he remembers, he spent the majority of it in his room. Playing with the very few toys his mom got him while awful Christmas music played over his parents screaming and shouting at each other.

The next his mother served Christmas dinner with shaky hands and a fake smile as she tried her best to make sure Jonathan had the best day ever.

He spent the one after that with Will, the two of them hiding underneath Jonathan’s bed as they shared toys.

Christmas never really got any better after his father left. He thought for a while they would. There were a good few years that The Byers had an actual happy Christmas. With presents and food and real, proper smiles.

And for a while, a small part of him thought there was hope. That they could pick up whatever was left of this ruined tradition and stitch it back together, no matter how rough the edges were or how close it was to unravelling again.

But then Will disappeared and he watched his mom slowly spiral, and as he stood in his dark house with Nancy by his side, watching the Christmas lights flicker around him, he knew this would be the last time he’d see them up.

And he was right. After the Christmas of 1983, the lights never went back up. Joyce tried her best to make every Christmas after that the best she could, but it was never good enough. They were always one loud noise and wrong word away from someone breaking.

And when he got his own apartment ten minutes away from his mom’s new home, he let out a deep breath. He’d never have to see another Christmas decoration ever again. He could go through the month of December, happily denying the existence of anything jolly and accepting the fact that he’ll be fighting for any scraps of sleep he could get for a whole month.

But then again, it’s no different to October or July, so really, he’s used to not getting enough sleep, especially after him and Nancy broke up.

Two lovely Christmases he spent not celebrating. He was happy being the only person in his apartment complex not to have a wreath hanging on the door or a piece of mistletoe hanging above it.

He went home to see his mom, Will and El, they exchanged small presents and talked about what new things were going on each other’s lives but then he went back home and spent the rest of Christmas day alone, lying in bed and listening to music.

He thought this year would be the same. He’d see his mom, engage in small talk while eating and then go home.

But then he met you.

His new downstairs neighbour, who for some reason thought it was a brilliant idea to move into a new apartment on Christmas Eve and decided to keep with the holiday spirit by adding huge, hideous bows to each and every one on your boxes.

Because he didn’t have anything else to do and welcomed any distraction he could get, he agreed to help you move the rest of your boxes in. Maybe it was because it was a good distraction, or maybe it was the way you smiled at him...either way he was glad he agreed.

And as he hauled the rest of the boxes into the bare apartment, the smell of new paint and old furniture flooding his senses, he swore he’d never seen anybody smile brighter at a dingy, falling apart box apartment than you did.

A small Christmas tree sat in the corner of the room, sparsely decorated with one present sat underneath, but the sight made something inside him stir. It looked almost depressing. A Christmas tree with one present, three baubles and half broken lights, but in a way it was nice.

Hopeful even.

You decided to celebrate Christmas, despite being alone in a what he assumed was a new city.

You ate takeout together on an old blanket with hand-me-down cushions being the only thing to separate the two of you from the hard wooden floor. Candles lit the dark room, casting shadows that danced on the walls and your skin and made you look like you were glowing, despite the very awful lighting.

Snow fell on the darkened street below, as you told him stories of your hometown and your journey here. How you almost didn’t make it in time due to the weather, and how as soon as you saw the bright lights of the city you could have cried, finally the future you’d dreamed of was becoming a reality.

The date changed to the 25th and the two of you were still sat on the floor. Only one candle remained still burning and the snow had stopped but you two were still talking. Still talking about your past, about what you were hoping for, about the things you missed about home and the things you were glad to get rid of.

Of course Jonathan didn’t say much, he just listened to you talk and sleepily sing an incredibly off key Christmas song.

And for the first time in a long time, Jonathan Byers smiled on Christmas day.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers x y/n #stranger things #stranger things imagine

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years ago

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Hello El!!

I bring my exchange info for an matchup. If say creepypasta/marblehornets matchup for this.

So my name is Shay, I go by Whiskey because it's a preference in liquor on my end. I go by they/them pronouns, AFAB and I'm bi and omniromantic, I do have an mild preference for men or masc aligned people. I'm a Libra sun, Virgo moon and Aquarius rising. I'm also introvert (INFJ-A) and I'm constantly sleeply. I do have C-PSTD, Bipolar II and GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder).

I'm Caucasian/White and I stand at 5'9. I have celtic and Danish heritage, My family where vikings. I'm really tall and legs double the size of my torso, as in my thighs are as big as my torso in length, same with my calves. I call myself spider legs because of that. I have this natural like wolf cut going on that is this dark green with my roots be my natural dark chocolate brown hair. My eyes are hazel with gold flecks that shift in color which I found out is normal for people with hazel eyes. I paint my nails black a lot because I find the color pleasing. My build wise is like a rectangle like shape with broad shoulders. I'm pretty strong and I'm proud of my strength. I'm currently starting to get into shape and lose weight so I have fit shape but not like over for. Just the right amount of fat over my muscles. I have a lot of stretch marks,, mostly around my waist and my biceps. I call them my stripes or lighting marks. I have plans to get snake bite piercings and wear like the ring ones in them. I'm getting an tattoo soon that is like this and then I want a burning match tattoo on my color bone. My ears are piercing and I like wearing fake gauges, spirals and then the ratings that have the dangly stuff and cuffs with them. I also wear like those stereotypical hot topic chokers. I wear a lot of long sleeves and skinny jeans, I do like ripped skinny jeans. I also love flannels and black boots like doc martins or converse.

I think you can assume by the statement of me liking whiskey I am the rebellious sort which is true. I have drank a bit and tried weed, I don't do it anymore tho.I have been told if people don't know me and see me from afar I'm intimidating to approach. Even being spooky and intimidating, I promise I'm just a big softie. I usually assume the mom friend of the group with my friends. I always worry about them and make sure they take care of themselves. Sometimes I do it so much I forget to take care of myself. I'm really gentle and compassionate, along with being extremely empathetic. I can be stubborn and bit judgemental at times, mostly working off first impressions myself when getting to know each other. I have an hard time being insertive and putting my foot down with my boundaries, scared to lose people even if the hurt me. I'm an introvert through and through, liking to watch from the back and observe the way things go on around me. I do my best to be an optimist because I can't see the point in see everything wrong in this world, it helps me to see the good. I love going on adventures with my close friends and love being a chaotic bastard with them. My dnd alignment is chaotic neutral and I'm Hufflepuff. I do live by the saying do no harm but take no shit. But I won't hesitate to fight someone for the right causes.

I do always constantly look like I am going to funeral of some sort because I own nothing but black. The color makes me feel really comfortable but it's not my favorite color. My favorite color is green but I like sage green, forest green, mossy green, etc. The earthy greens are my favorites. I have a love for the forest and woodlands, finding a sense of home in the woods. I do love archery and something I'm definitely going to be picking up along with playing the drums. I also smoke herbal cigarettes as well as alternative to smoking.

You know that I often get called a cryptid and at this point, I am just one. Cryptidcore, Midwest Gothic, and Pacific Northwest Gothic are my favorite aesthetics. I have a huge love for cryptozoology (the study of cryptids), parapsychology (the psychic phenomena and other paranormal claims), original creepypasta stories and to be honest anything like spooky and creepy. I want to be a mortician and I'm attending school for that. I also really love the dark, especially if I have some good music blasting through my earbuds. I am a sucker for long road trips and seeing things, filling the adventure heart I have. My favorite animals are coyotes and I also like horses. I like to write a lot as well. My favorite cryptids are The Beast of Bray Road, Not Deer, Jersey Devil and Jacklopes.

Thank you so much and I'm so glad I got a chance to reach out to you. It all started with me wanting to send memes to you and being a little 🌲 anon.

Also here is what the tattoo I'm am getting done looks like ↓↓↓

Your matchup is... Jeff!

Sorry this took me a hot minute, I've been out all day! But here's my part of the exchange :}

In general:

Alright, I read this over and just immediately thought about Jeff, mostly because of your personality!! I have so many things I want to get into and want to say though. SO, let's get right into that.

Things he likes about you:

Physically speaking, as that is how I always start, Jeff really, really loves your height and your legs make him fuzzy on the inside. He just loves it SO MUCH. Your hair is gorgeous, and he's never going to stop wanting to run his fingers through it. Whatever color it's dyed as becomes his new favorite, and he loves seeing your natural hair poke through as well. Your eyes are so gorgeous in his opinion and he finds himself getting lost in them. He thinks your nails being painted black is nice because honestly, he's prone to painting his nails black as well. He finds your body so great!! Wants to hold you and loves feeling new muscles when they get built up. Regardless, he just physically adores you. Your stretch marks are also something he adores as well, and he will fondly call them your tiger stripes and admire them in their entirety. He would love your piercings and the tattoo you want to get. Also really, really loves your choice in jewelry. Chokers are hot in his opinion lmfao. Ripped skinny jeans, flannels, black boots, converse!! just everything about your style works so well with him. And your personality!! That slight rebellious edge am slightly intimidating nature??? PLEASE

General cute stuff:

I feel like the two of you are going to spend some evenings in painting nails. Jeff is slightly touch starved and will absolutely run his hands over your body and just adore everything about you. I can also see Jeff working out with you as well!! He will be your number one supporter regardless of what you're going to be doing. He finds it so sweet that you take care of other people. Jeff also understands you being an introvert, because he's kind of the same way. He would absolutely would hang back with you and just exist. He likes observing as well. However, he also can be a bit of a chaotic guy and will go on adventures with you! Scary places, nature, wherever you want, Jeff will go with you. He'll also read up on fun little places and then go with you. He will absolutely get you green things just because he knows that you like that color. Jeff will also take you on walks in the woods, and he'll also let you wear his clothing!! Jeff actually smokes weed semi-regularly, so while you smoke herbal cigarettes, he's going to be lighting up alongside you as long as you're comfortable. He'd probably like the herbal cigarettes as well. Jeff would love to hear about your love of cryptozoology! He's met so many beings in his life that fit that that he'd just go buck wild being able to tell you about his stories and experiences as well. Parapsychology is also something he'd love to listen from you. He finds you going into the mortician business so incredible, and that you like the dark. Your music?? Please share that with him!!

You two as a couple:

Jeff knows that you are intimidating but so, so sweet. He finds you so admirable and honestly, he needs that kind of caring, loving influence in his life. He finds you being the mom friend of your group super fun and while he's not a dad friend, definitely loves saying things to remind all of your shared 'kids' to listen to you. He wants you to take care of yourself!! He wants you to be kind to yourself!! You being stubborn is something he understands because honestly he can be stubborn. Judgmental? He gets it but honestly might challenge the notion from time to time. He will remind you about boundaries and how important it is to set them. Time to time, he may step in just to help you out. He will also remind you to be assertive, mostly because he would hate to see anyone take advantage of you. Jeff will read up on C-PTSD, Bipolar II, and your anxiety simply so he can be more prepared to help you in any way he can. He deals with some things himself, but he doesn't always know how to handle others. So, he would definitely read up for you and end up becoming your rock when you need it. Honestly, just let him take care of you in his own way. Rough around the edges?? Absolutely. But he's so soft for you. He will help you in any way he can, whether it be weathering the bad days and loving the good ones. Let him adore you.

Closing Thoughts/Other Things:

Hi love bug, or as I will often fondly refer to you as, Dr. Cryptid! I was so happy to read all of this about you. Thank you so so much for sending this in and once again doing mine! I loved reading all about it, and I love talking with you. Thank you so much for that lil pine tree emoji and memes. Also, please take care of yourself!! There's only one of you in the universe and it's so important to love and cherish yourself. It's always okay to say no or know when to bail. Never take care of so many people that you leave all your energy with them and none for yourself. I look forward to our future convos and just friendship in general. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta matchup #matchup #jeff the killer x reader

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wolferals · 4 years ago

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🌍parallel universes**🌍

arón piper imagine

!SEXUAL CONTENT!SMUT!

„Hey you." you greeted Arón the second you walked in the door and saw the handsome actor sitting on his bed busy with his phone. He looked up for a quick second and nodded at you. Apparently he was VERY busy.

You went straight to his kitchen after putting down your bag in his room to just grab a quick snack after class.

His kitchen was always super messy so you spend some good five minutes cleaning before you actually went on to make yourself a sandwich.

But as you looked into his fridge you figured, simple toast with jam would have to do. How did this guy not starve?

Then you grabbed your sandwich and walked back to his room where you sat yourself down next to him just to see what he had been up to. While eating your sandwich you were watching him scroll through twitter. All the posts were in Spanish so you didn't quite know what was going on but Arón seemed pretty stressed out about something.

„You okay?" you carefully asked and scanned his side profile. He didnt look at you, he just kept scrolling. You noticed his uneasiness. His left hand had grabbed the sheets rather roughly, you could see the veins on his hand popping out.

„Arón?" you asked again but didnt get a response at all.

You kept on watching him internally freak out for a couple of minutes until you were done and grabbed his phone and slammed it next to you on the mattress.

„Whats wrong?" You sounded pissed off but you were actually just concerned.

Arón leaned his head back against the wall before finally looking at you for the first time this afternoon. „I fucked up." he simply said and ran his hand through his curls.

You looked at him in confusion and then responded:"What happened? What did you do?"

He gave you a sad look. After, he took a deep breath and turned around to face you completely.

„When I was dating Juliana (sorry if thats your name), you remember? I sent her this one picture. Only one! And she leaked it and im fucked. Everyone saw it."

You could see the tears forming in his brown eyes.

„Okay." you spoke and grabbed his hand. „Dont worry! Its gonna be fine. Its just a damn picture. What exactly was on it? Your face too?"

He shook his head. „But my tattoos."

You breathed in heavily before continuing:"Its okay, Arón, really. Its just a picture. Doesnt say anything about you. They know you're not sending shit like that to random people."

He laughed a fake laugh and said:"Y/n its a fucking nude. Its my chest and my fucking dick. Do you think they're gonna forget about it? No."

You just looked at him for a while because you werent sure what to say.

„You have to ignore it. They will stop talking about it tomorrow because something else will be more interesting, thats how twitter works. Just calm down please."

He nodded slowly and took another deep breath.

„Just please dont go on Twitter and ignore anything related to that. I dont want you to see that."

You nodded understanding and pressed his hand a little tighter. „Its gonna be alright." you spoke quietly and pulled him in a tight hug. He seemed to appreciate it since he pulled you really close to his chest and placed his flat hand on the back of your head.

„You're a good girl." he whispered and dug his head in the crook of your neck. To be honest, not the smartest choice of words since all you were thinking of now was this picture.

But the way he said it sounded so innocent, he wouldn't have meant it to be dirty.

„You wanna watch a movie?" you suggested as you let go of him. „Hm. Im not really in the mood. Can we listen to some music por favor?" he pouted and looked at you with big eyes.

„Of course." you replied and lied down on your back.

He did the same and put his arm around you so he'd be more comfortable.

„You okay?" you asked once again after he was just staring at the ceiling for a moment.

Arón simply nodded, his eyes not leaving the wooden ceiling. It felt good to be with him. Alone for the first time in a while, it was always someone around, you never got to talk to him, only him.

You then decided to put on some comforting music to maybe calm him down a bit since he was so drained.

Over the course of the first 3 songs you guys were just laying there, no one said a word. Until Arón suddenly spoke up.

„Do you ever think about if theres another world somewhere where all the people we know, and us are different people? Maybe we're friends in this other universe, or we dont know we exist at all."

You turned your head in confusion to his sudden philosophy.

He turned his head as well and you both ended up looking deep into the others eyes.

„Maybe... maybe we're older in the other world. Maybe we're even a couple or married. Maybe we have kids together, got divorced after 10 years and now we only see each other because of the kids. And maybe you've had another guy after the divorce who's treated you better than me. Because I'm sure I'd be the reason for our divorce."

On the one hand you were touched by his cute words but on the other hand it made you laugh how deep he suddenly got, talking about the both of you being an old divorced couple.

„You're crazy." you grinned and looked back at the ceiling.

Slowly you closed your eyes and fully concentrated on the music.

It was silent for a bit until you heard his voice again.

„Maybe i messed up in the other universe, maybe the other Arón ended up alone because he missed his shot, maybe he didnt use the chance to kiss the other y/n when the perfect moment had come. You'd be happy with another man and I would regret not kissing you all my life."

You opened your eyes. Just to see his face inches away from yours.

None of you said a word.

You kept staring into his deep brown eyes while they got closer and closer. He carefully leaned in and you were more than ready to feel his kiss.

„May I?" he whispered against your lips.

With a little nod you accepted and a moment later you felt his plump lips softly pressing against yours.

You expected his kisses to be rougher but you loved the way he kissed you that moment.

The kiss didnt last long, he pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

„You're all Ive ever wanted y/n. And im sorry, if you dont feel the same way thats okay. I just didnt want to regret not doing it." he explained in a soft tone before looking at you again.

You didnt know what to think that second but all you knew was that your body craved him. Your soul was screaming for his touch.

So you did what you had to do.

You pulled him down on the back of his neck to kiss him a little harder this time. He seemed surprised but kissed back immediately. He made you feel alive again, after your last sad relationship you didnt want to be in love again. But this boy made you fly.

After making out for a bit, you wanted more. You tugged on his shirt, telling him to take it off. He pulled away quickly and looked at you. „Are you sure you want to do this?"

You just nodded, your body shaking from the inside. You wanted him to love you the way no one ever did before.

Arón skillfully tore off his shirt and threw somewhere in the room. He then carefully took of yours, looking down at you in awe. „Bonita." he whispered and started planting soft tender kisses on your collar bones, neck and your boobs.

„Joder." he cursed as he kept kissing down your exposed stomach.

You started moaning quietly when he reached the hem of your pants. „Can I?" he asked again.

It killed you how sweet he was. You always thought he'd be the kind of guy to rip your clothes off in a second and fuck you rough but he wasnt acting like that at all.

Slowly he slid your jeans down your legs and threw them on the floor. Afterwards he climbed back on top of you to kiss you softly again. You could feel the passion in the kiss.

„Are you ready?“ he whispered while grabbing a condom from his nightstand. Quickly you pulled down your panties and sat up so he could take off your bra for you.

„You‘re so beautiful.“ arón murmured and grabbed your boobs carefully just to place a kiss on your lips again.

„Lie down bebe.“

You did as he said and lied down on your back. You looked up at him with lustfilled eyes. He looked so beautiful kneeling inbetween your legs, in just his boxers. His abs were glistening in the light and his curls were falling perfectly on his forehead.

You just waited for him to start you didnt notice that he took off his underwear meanwhile.

„Ready?“ he asked again and looked down at your exposed body while he was holding his surprisingly big dick in his right hand.

You nodded and couldnt stop staring at his cock that was already leaking precum into the condom.

„Alright babe.“

You were so horny by now you couldnt wait to feel him inside of you.

Slowly and very carefully he pushed his length in your pussy. You hadnt had sex in a long time so it did hurt a little bit. But nothing you couldnt handle.

He was staring into your eyes while his dick drove further into you inch by inch.

„estás bien?“ he whispered and held onto your waist.

With a simple nod you agreed.

„Can I move, does it hurt?“

You sat up a little bit. „Yeah you can move. Its okay.“

He lied fully on top of you just to see you closer.

„If it hurts tell me.“

You nodded yet again.

And then he pulled out an inch just to push his dick back inside of your walls. And it felt so damn good.

He continued in a slow pace and you softly moaned out. But eventually you needed more and told him.

„More.“

He grinned and started fucking you faster. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you moaned our.

„Yes please.“ Arón grabbed your left hand just to place it next to your hand, intertwining your fingers.

„You‘re perfect.“ he groaned while his thick cock was pistoning in and out of you.

With a moan you replied to his statement.

„Baby you feel so good.“ he moaned out loudly. Very loud to be specific. His deep raspy voice threw you over the edge. Your back arched, your eyes rolled back and a loud high pitched moan left your mouth.

„Cum for me baby.“ he encouraged your orgasm and placed kisses on your neck as it hit you like a wave.

He really did make you feel like you were in heaven.

„Im close too honey. Ride me please.“ he suddenly begged after you had calmed down from your orgasm.

You just nodded and watched him pull out and you both switches positions. Carefully you sat on his dick and leaned forwards to hold onto him.

„Hmm fuck so pretty.“ he moaned and bit his lip when you slowly started bouncing up and down his thick shaft.

This angle made it possible for him to go even deeper.

„Bebesita. Faster por favor.“ he groaned and threw his head back. You tried to fuck his dick as fast as you could, just making yourself moan out loud.

Arón had grabbed onto your waist with one hand, and bit his other hand to stop himself from screaming out loud.

You could hear his muffled moans which only encouraged you to go even faster.

„Baby fuck im gonna...“ he tried to speak but his high was faster and his hips started to twitch and his mouth fell open.

A long deep scream left his mouth the second his orgasm hit him. You could feel his hot cum fill up the condom inside of you and it satisfied you to the max.

His body sank down into the mattress again and all you could hear was his hard breathing and your own heartbeat.

Without saying a word, you got off of him and lied down with your head on his chest and his arm around you.

He breathed out loudly and turned his head to face you.

„Joder.“ he laughed still out of breath. You smiled at him and replied:“I know.“

He pulled your sweating bodies closer together before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

„Thank you.“ you smiled at him.

„What for?“ he looked at you in confusion.

„For kissing me.“

He laughed, grabbed your face and kissed your lips once again.

#elite #cute #preference #aronpiper #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #imagines #smut

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nicwritesfics · 4 years ago

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Don't mind me, I'm just here with a piece to add onto @deanmonsandangels series about Dean in heaven. Apparently we still have some trauma to work through but it'll get better. He deserves it.

Recommended listening: Dig - Incubus

We all have a weakness

Some of ours are easy to identify

Look me in the eye

Lightning crashes as a it rages outside and electricity crackles through Dean's pores. There's something cathartic about a summer storm, and the way the rain hits the usually placid water outside their home. The sea is rougher that day, a little more aggressive. He understands. Sometimes, life is just that way.

But this isn't life anymore and even in death, there's a sort of contained chaos. It's comforting, really. Some things truly never change.

The change comes from the tangle of limbs that never even made it to bed, wrapped up in sweaty bliss that made him think it was about fucking time, really. That's a major change, and he's glad for it. Shimmering in the after effects of the storm, thunder matching his own heartbeat as he watches the sleeping angel. Leg thrown over his hip, arms over his head, cradling his skull like it's the most precious thing in this world, and to Castiel... it is.

Dean bows his head, a silent prayer and a thank you to no one because he still believes this might just be far more than what he deserves.

We all have a sickness

It cleverly attaches and multiplies

No matter how we try

He wraps the angel in himself, satin on sandpaper. All the smoothness in the world covering his own rough edges, masking them in the coolness of it all, balming his mind in waves of comfort that borders on nostalgia.

He can't bring himself to move. He just wants to exist like this forever. But, he trembles. It's always night and always a storm, but even heaven can't break through the habits of his mind. Darkened vines creeping out to wrap their thorns around his face, blacking out his eyes and forcing him to see what he was. What he had become. A shudder rolls through him, as violent as the thunder outside, and the angel stirs.

If I turn into another

Dig me up from under what

Is covering

The better part of me

It's as if Castiel can feel his turmoil, and he reaches deep into those darkened corners of his mind, showing him just how much he deserves happiness. Contentment. He has earned his place in heaven, and he finds it as Castiel buries Dean deep inside him. Dean was never a man of words. Castiel understands that and speaks his love language. Communication can be heard, and heaven can't heal all wounds. But, it's a start. Antibiotics straight to the infection in his core, healing and soothing.

Reminds me that we'll always have each other

When everything else is gone

Maybe it's minutes, maybe it's hours, but time passes as they have sloppily moved from the floor to the couch. Still sweaty, still glowing, but that darkness is gone now. Cas understands. He always has.

He built this heaven for Dean, and Dean alone. He will make sure he knows.

Dean Winchester deserved the world, and Castiel is determined to give it to him, so he softly strokes that messy crop of hair he has always loved until the fierce man falls asleep in his arms.

We'll always have each other

When everything else is gone

#i wrote this and it went somewhere dark #i did not mean to but #here we are #spn fix it #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #fix it fic #dean winchester deserves better #destiel #spn coda

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cancerbiophd · 6 years ago

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hey julia, im really sad because after a year or so of writing for a published paper, the prof analyzing the data found an inconsistency in my database and when he fixed it the new results he got changed the outline of our paper in a big way. i'm still getting primary authorship because i did all the data collecting and initial writing, but pretty much all i wrote is gonna have to be scrapped :( i was really proud of what i wrote and having it go through editing because it was mine (1/2)

(2/2)I feel so disappointed with everything though and i know it’s my first ever real writing experience but i was hoping it would work out a bit better :c im still gonna have access to see how the paper evolves and be invited to the talks about it, but it just isn’t mine anymore and i kind of feel like i failed, i was banking on this paper to apply for grad school because being published gives me an edge but it doesn’t feel like its my work anymore :( what do u do when u have a sad science day?

Oh maria /biiiig hug/ i’m so sorry to hear you’re going through a rough time. it’s ok to feel sad and disappointed because i know it’s tough to watch something you’ve worked so hard on get scrapped like that. but you know what? you’re tougher! and i know you’ll get through this.

Firstly, give yourself a warm hug for completing the monumental task that is writing a manuscript, regardless of what ended up happening. Finishing something so challenging is not trivial! And you know what, all those experience points you gained by going through this journey are yours to keep. So when it comes to writing another manuscript in grad school, you’ll know exactly what to do! And that’s pretty great, yeah?

Secondly, I know you feel bad, and that’s ok, but I want to slip a note into your thoughts that you have not failed, my friend. You have not failed. Mistakes happen, even to seasoned professionals, because mistakes are a part of life. I guarantee you that every single research lab in existence right now (and have existed) has had to go back to square one or two and start over at some point. And they did, and fixed what needed to be fixed, and then carried on to do great things. Sometimes you gotta erase what’s already on the paper to make room for something more beautiful.

If you feel this paper doesn’t feel like your baby anymore, that’s ok. I totally understand why you would feel that way, and if squishing and squeezing your emotions into accepting the paper like it was before is adding to the bad feels, then you don’t have to. You can just focus on and own the black and white facts of the paper: the experimental design, the science behind the data, the major conclusions, the impact on society, etc. There doesn’t have to be an emotional attachment to go with it if you don’t want to.

And you know what, the changes to this paper doesn’t change who you are. Maria: you are still the smart, funny, caring, kind, and passionate person that I’ve gotten to know you as. You’re still the awesome person who took the time to put together the most in-depth and hilaaarious powerpoint of fish and fauna to see while snorkeling in the Bahamas for me. You’re still the brilliant marine biologist who has a (really impressive!) CV that 100% reflects your passion and commitment to your work. You’re still a person who will leave the world a better place, and I know this because you’ve already made my world a better place. I feel so lucky to have you in my life.

I hope you’re starting to feel better now :) If not, here are some things I do if I have a Bad Science Day:

Cry it out. There’s an odd sort of comfort that comes after a good cry. So sometimes if I feel like I’ve been holding back, I exhale softly and let it all out. It doesn’t solve anything, I know, but I do feel a teeny bit better and a teeny bit more whole.

Write it out. Something I’ve learned about myself is that my brain tends to over-exaggerate things when it’s just swirling thoughts. But when I write it out and everything gets organized, it turns out things aren’t so bad after all. So give it a go, either in a word doc, an actual journal, or even a tumblr post (that you don’t have to publish, of course).

Talk it out. Related, going on a verbal rant (or even written rant to someone) helps in a similar way. Even if it’s in private to my favorite stuffed animal or a pet. Just anything to get the thoughts out!

Listen to “comfort” music. I have a playlist of my all-time favorite songs and I listen to it on the drive home and I always feel a lil better. It’s hard to not feel a little happy and carefree when your favorite jam comes on.

Sleep it off. Sometimes all I need is a good night’s sleep (or even a nap) to clear my head. Also I love sleeping, so it always feels good no matter what.

Do something comforting. Anything to release those sweet sweet endorphins. My ideas of comforting routines are: eating whatever I’m craving at the moment, watching a favorite TV show or movie (usually something I’ve already seen), curling up with a good book or magazine, scrolling through Tumblr, doing my nails, hugging my dog and/or husband until I feel better, and walking around Homegoods, my favorite store (I’d honestly live there if I could). Doing these things also helps in that it takes my mind off whatever’s bothering me, even temporarily.

Give myself a pep talk. Ok, oddly enough, the pep-talk-voice in my head is Gordon Ramsay. I don’t know how it manifested as him, but when he’s not yelling at chefs to get their shit together, he has a really encouraging and soothing voice! Anyway, sometimes he sits me down and tells me that everything is going to be ok, and here’s what we do next alright? Just one step at a time ok? That’s it. Good job. Good job.

Just keep working. Sometimes my Bad Science Day starts at 9 AM in the morning, or it’s just a continuous Bad Science Week/Month/Year. So I put those feelings on hold and just stick to my schedule and try to be as productive as I can. Because even if Experiment 1 didn’t work, Experiment 2 might, and if it does, I’ll feel a little better! And if Experiment 2 doesn’t work, well, at least I finished it, and I’ll still feel a little better! And in any case, my projects aren’t gonna do themselves, no matter how I feel. So in the wise words of Dory: “Just keep swimming, just keep swimming!”

I talk to my PI. I’m super lucky to have an understanding PI, and I’ve talked to her about my frustrations on more than one occasion and she’s worked with me to come up with good solutions, or have said things to make me feel better. PIs are full of wisdom from experiencing their own fair share of Bad Science Days so they have lots of advice on how to feel better, such as looking at my results a different way so it goes form :( to :)

I let the passing of time lessen the hurt. Time doesn’t always heal, but it does make things that were terrible at the moment not so bad anymore. So if nothing else makes me feel better, at least I know “this too shall pass”.

I hope this helps. I know things are ugh right now, but you’re going to be ok. And I’m here for you, ok? Feel free to reach out via chat or email. I would very much like to help you feel better

#skinny-little-nobody #life advice

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