#our eyes aren't blue also but the face fits

[jealousmartini]

STUFF I CANT WAIT FOR IN MY MHA DR .𖥔˚🎀

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⤷ a bit of FYI

Because I am shifting to my dr during the end of the 2nd school year, I will have already found vigilante Deku with the rest of class 1A, won the war arc against my own personal nemesis, and had my awesome quirk awakening. It's also 5 days before Bakugo's birthday in my dr AND it's the weekend (Friday) so I dont have to worry about patrolling or homework when i literally just got there! So it's free time!

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... Super stoked for!

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my entire appearance!

Not even gonna lie to yall.. I am SO stupidly fine in all of my mha drs actually. But specifically talking about my main mha dr, I literally am so gorgeous. My body is so undoubtedly bomb, my face card is fire, my hair so tea.. no wonder so many people are down bad for me. I know for sure the first thing I'll do when I shift is stare at my reflection, tracing my curves and all.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Wearing my hero costume, using my quirks and my gadgets

My hero costume is so iconic. It's like a mecha space suit centered around a cunty corset with big ass chunky boots like uraraka, a pair of bug eye looking goggles and a mecha headset with antenna. The space theme is fitting for my for my quirk, and my Twilight sparkle ahh hair.

My magnetism quirk is so much fun dude. I can make anything attract, retract or rotate to or from me, and manipulate it to mimic telekinesis. Uraraka wannabe yeah yeah I know but it's unique enough for it to be it's own thing. Using it creatively is gonna be a blast too!

In my dr, I am a pro at creating gadgets, weapons, and upgrading preexisting gear. I work in both the hero and the support course so my class mates get the best of both worlds cus they've got a mini Tony stark in their class. I even got the spare keys to the utility support room.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Hanging out in my dorm room, the dormitory and my best friends rooms

I made slight tweaks to the design of the dormitory, the rooms are a bit bigger and it isn't just green and yellow ew. Also the class rooms in the UA building have big ass windows to the left, the tables can fit 2-3 students and the rooms aren't a cold blue hue anymore.

My room is perfectly customised to my personality, my likes, my needs and all that stuff. I've got my entire pinterest closet in my wardrobe, my makeup, my trinkets and my gadgets on my tables and shelves. The walls are decorated in anime, game and movie posters, drawings and sketches of my gadget plans and polaroid pictures of my family, friends and classmates. My room has a colour pallet of pinks, burgundys and cream with dimly lit off white and orange accent lights. It's very homly, very comforting.

I also have a mini fridge, a ceiling fan and a two screen computer in my room. Each floor has bathrooms and shower rooms of their own. I'm on the same level as Momo, Ochaco, Kirishima and Katsuki. My most visited rooms are Uraraka's, Mina's Katsuki's, Deku's and Kirishima's. I like to welcome myself and relax on their beds. Sometimes I bicker, most times I gossip with them and actually more than most times, they visit me more than I do them. I can't wait to casually hang out with them, go out to eat, go on trips with them, especially since I'm part of "Baku squad"

And btw he dormitory has robot maids and floor cleaners that do most of the cleaning around the building, including the washing in the kitchen.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| The FOOOOOOD

See we've got some bomb ass cooks in our class already, me being one of them ironically enough. But we are actually allowed to order takeaway to the dorms. The house rules are that you shouldn't order food past curfew but most of the time, Aizawa doesn't notice so I do it anyway.

There is also a shopping center close to campus and some convenience stores with my fave foods and stuff I've always wanted to try like tteokbokki, pho, seafood boil, ramen stew all that good stuff🫠🫠

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing my crushes: Katsuki, Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima

Lord. I can't even say too much because I love these idiots so much UGHHHHH. I've got casual crushes of Uraraka, Sero and Kirishima but good GOD I am down bad for Katsuki.

I've scripted that me and Spikes end up together in the middle of the 3rd year but it's initiated by... ME. Yeah that's right bitch I scripted I grew a pair of balls and asked him out😝. I know it's pretty basic for an mha shifter to have cactsuki as their s/o but yall don't get him the way I do and I seriously don't care. I stood on business and pulled that bitch like my quirk was on. Period

I will admit tho Katsuki intimidates so bad but like in a good way. I love an intimidating, scary but funny, brash, stern babe. Like come here and kiss me but also don't cus ill run away.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| THE FAN EDITS, FICTION, GIFTS AND ART

Yall already know as shifters how exciting fan stuff are. Not a day goes by when Im not daydraming about the edits especially. I can't wait to see what my fans are up to, react to their edits, fanfiction, gifts and art on live stream. I scripted my fans are super creative and most of them ship me with people I actually like🤭🤭

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Going patrolling with my bbygirls

I'm so excited to use my quirk in action especially when I've already had my quirk awakening. I scripted I can formulate and act out plans perfectly and quickly. I also scripted most patrols are fun, relaxing, exciting or interesting. I'm always learning something new, meeting new people, going new places and growing bonds with my team mates.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Streaming and being featured on popular streams

One of my hobbies is streaming/vlogging/blogging. I have been recording my experiences as a student in UA and a hero since the beginning and I've got a big following that catch up with me every now and then. I use two different cameras; a high quality one and an early 2000s digital hand cam to make it look like I'm in 2006. I do a lot of eat with mes, I gossip, I do study with mes I draw and anime a lot and I also do gaming as well because I am the biggest game geek.

I'm also pretty siked to appear on popular Streamer lives like kai cenat and Speed. The interviewers are going to be so entertaining since I'm just a British girl talking about my experiences as a British student in Japan and the amount of culture shocks ive gotten.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Seeing me in Horikoshi's art

Fun thing I scripted. Horikoshi made a manga of class 1A which is literally MHA but I'm in it this time. Idk how this is going to work but I thought this would be sick.

Speaking of art I am an artist in my dr too. I've got stacks apon stacks of notebooks filled with me and my friends, even my hw has little doodles in the corner. I'm very excited to draw my friends, myself, my favourite medias in my many art styles onto tiktok and tumblr and they actually get views😩.

ᨳ⊹ ˖ ࣪| Exploring Japan

And lastly exploring Japan has been one of my biggest dreams since forever. To explore the country with my favourite friends or just by myself in the day or night is a dream come true. The peaceful nature of it all motivates me to go walking every now and then. It is such a beautiful place.

[lightinlimbo]

Our smug asses after being branded as delusional hypochrondriacs for years finally after pestering doctors over and over finding out we for real have some rare semi obscure shit going on and haven't been imagining our symptoms or just having anxiety

[ericshoney]

Perfect ~ Sturniolo triplets

Warnings: angst, eating disorders, crying, mental health, mentions of a broken home.

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You had been friends with the triplets since high school and you loved every second you spent with them. As you didn't have the best home life, you found comfort and protection in the Sturniolo home and once the guys moved to LA, you were close behind. You moved in with the trio, saying you'd help with their filming and any meetings.

However, after spending years in LA and now having your own social media fame, you couldn't help but feel bland and simple. You also couldn't ignore the comments on your posts about your weight. You had always struggled with your weight, it going up and down constantly.

But now, it was getting to your head. Your mind was telling you that you wasn't good enough and you were fat and ugly and that the guys only kept you around as you help edit or keep them on track of important meetings. Your mind telling you they didn't really like you.

It then resulted in you skipping out snacks, only eating three meals a day. Which then went downhill. You then cut out breakfast, before skipping lunch and slowly dinner as well. Your mind tells you that eating would just get you fat and nobody would like you.

Your weight then dropped drastically and the guys noticed. They noticed how sunken your eyes looked, how thin you were getting, how your clothes hung off your body and they were worried. They were scared to lose you.

Nick, Matt and Chris sat on the sofa as you were showering, the trio talking about your sudden weight loss. Concern written all over their faces.

"She's not eating." Matt mentioned.

"We need to talk to her." Chris said.

"Yes, but we need to be careful not to hurt her more than she already is." Nick said, agreeing but also thinking logically.

Matt and Chris nodded and when you walked out, the guys told you to sit as they wanted to talk. You nodded, taking a seat between Matt and Nick on the sofa.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"We've noticed your sudden weight loss." Chris blurted out, earning a slap from Nick.

"It's great isn't it. I'm now fitting the perfect LA image." You said, a fake smile printed on your face, which the guys knew was fake.

"Sweetheart, we're basically your brothers. Talk to us, you aren't eating which isn't healthy and we don't want to lose you." Nick softly said, taking your hand in his.

"Just not hungry." You mumbled.

"That's what your mind is telling you. But we know it's not true." Matt said.

"None of you really like me.....I'm only good for helping you work." You mumbled, tears ready to spill over.

"No, that's not true, kid. You are one of our best friends and as Nick said, basically our sister. We love you and care about you. If we didn't, we wouldn't be having this talk." Chris said, sitting in front of you on the floor.

You looked into his blue eyes, the tears now falling freely down your face. You looked at Nick and to Matt as well, all their faces showed worry. You mind now screaming at you for making them upset.

"I'm sorry." You cried.

"Don't be sorry. We're sorry for not seeing the signs first of all." Matt said, rubbing your back.

"We want to help you. Will you let us?" Nick asked softly.

You nodded laying your head on his shoulder. Chris laid his head on your knees as Matt continued to rub your back. In that moment you felt loved and supported and knew over time you would get better, with your friends help.

[saekkas]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: dates with michael kaiser are fun, more so when they turn into a three-hour sanrio shopping spree.

notes: this is my attempt at spoiling him <3 also big thanks to @mirahua for the inspo! go ahead and *grabby grabby*

[wc: 915]

"do you really need to buy that much?" you honestly don't know what you're looking at, and you honestly don't know whether to be concerned or amused. "you're going to rob this whole store clean."

currently, it's the beginning of july, and kaiser, being the lovely boyfriend that he is, insisted on taking you out to the mall. window shopping, he called it.

more correctly, you're taking him shopping. especially with the way he's currently filling up your trolley with sanrio plushies.

"stop judging." kaiser glares, all pout and no bite. in his hand is a small cinnamoroll plush, one that looks suspiciously like him with blue eyes and blue star patterns on its ear.

he's holding it with such love and care, and you have to stop yourself from snorting when he lifts it so that they're face-to-face. "besides, how can you resist? he looks exactly like me!"

"that's exactly why i can resist."

your words catch his attention, and he scowls, playfully hitting your face with the plush toy's hand. "how dare you!"

"i'm kidding," you laugh, nudging him back with the hand that's not pushing the trolley. "but when i see headlines of you robbing a miniso, i'm totally sending them to ness."

his lips aren't the only one smiling. his eyes are bright, his shoulders seemingly light. your boyfriend looks like a child here, comfortably in his element, even with the people staring oddly at him.

it makes you happy that he's happy. it's enlightening to see the mikka that could be. the mikka that should be.

"yeah, yeah, whatever." even his words hold a sweet lilt to them, and you can't even bring yourself to complain when he throws a hello kitty themed soda can into the trolley. "i think i'm done."

you quirk an eyebrow, giggling as you survey every item he's managed to throw in. "aren't you forgetting something?"

you watch the flurry of emotions that pass through his face. confusion, confusion, and more confusion.

his eyes stray behind you, brightening as he extends a hand to show another sanrio plushy, this one modeled with him beside it.

"no," you laugh, wrestling the very cute toy out of his hand. "you've bought enough already!"

he pouts, and it's eerily similar to the toy he was holding earlier. "but don't you want a mini me at our house? a very special, limited addition mini me, part of the sanrio collaboration?"

"nice try but we should get the thing we actually came here for." you hold back a squeal when he tilts his head, looking oddly lost.

his cheeks have grown in lately, courtesy of your cooking, and now he's looking too much like baby mikka from the photos his mom showed when you came over. too cute to say no to.

"the very special, very limited addition hello kitty headband you wanted?" you watch as he perks up at the words, making a beeline to the other side of the shop right after.

you discreetly throw the plushy into the trolly as he leaves.

you suppose bringing your big baby of a boyfriend has its perks. not only does he come with a black card, but his fans are everywhere, letting him cut through the ridiculously long line of adults holding onto stuffed sanrio dolls.

"you should do some fanservice," you hum, holding onto a bag as he holds onto another, your free hands intertwined together. "blow some kisses or something."

there's a ruckus of screams as kaiser does just that, a smug smirk on his lips as he waves to his fans, tugging you to the exit with him. "they love me."

"careful, there." the screaming doesn't stop, not until you're both out of the mall and in the parking lot.

even then, there are a group of girls following you both around, smiling and giggling shyly, trying to catch his attention. "your head's going to become so big it won't fit through our door."

"why are you so mean?" he whines, pinching your cheek when you both finally get into his car. "don't you love me too?"

"nope." the words are out of your mouth in a second and he glares, taking your hand to squeeze it tightly. he backs out of the space, a hand on the wheel and the other in yours but the pout on his lips never fade.

you sigh. "okay. fine. i love you too."

he squeezes your hand every few seconds after that, his head turning back and forth, torn between wanting to look at you and having to look at the street.

when the car meets a red light, he steps on the breaks, leaning over the console to kiss your cheek. "what are you reading?"

you quickly show him your phone, laughing when his jaw falls at the headline written on the screen.

BASTARD MUCHEN'S MICHAEL KAISER SEEN AT LOCAL STORE, HOARDING NEWEST COLLECTION OF SANRIO TO HIMSELF.

"the nerve," he grumbles, continuing to glare at the street when you take your phone back. "what's wrong with me collecting? can't people have a hobby these days?"

he stares when you show him your phone again, this time of a comment someone posted on the article.

user mirahua: can't believe i actually simp for this blue painted red flag. can't believe he looks like hello kitty too. i hate hello kitty.

kaiser can only grumble, muttering curse words under his breath as you laugh the rest of the way home.

[writingoddess1125]

Hair disaster

Just a Brain Blah

Buggy x FemReader + Dee & Bee

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• You all should have known the twins would find trouble- they always did. This was only amplified by their jealousy of the new baby on the way.

• Due to the recent news of your pregnancy (check out here) You had been being watched by Buggy like a hawk, paranoid of all things which made the twins more aggressive in their destructive tendencies.

• So in order to keep the twins busy he had taken the difficult job of letting the twins be his apprentices-

• It was a way to keep them busy, for Buggy to go out to sea for short periods and in Buggy's words 'Teach them to be real pirates!'

• The next morning at breakfast the twins sit down at the dinning room table, Trying to be as quiet as possible and grab some things like they were prepared to run off.

• For the first few weeks they enjoyed it- Till the reality of chores set in. When they tried to throw a fit Buggy was quick to put a end to that and the boys were now just grumpy.

• It had been a week out to sea with the twins before he returned with some spare loot and things needed for the baby. The twins sour faced-

• "How was everything?" You questioned as you sat in the large lounge chair Buggy had gotten you and saw how dirty and tired the three looked.

• "Ask your sons-" Buggy said, However the steeled glare from you made him mutter a 'Our' and that he was going to shower and sleep in the guest room.

• The boys were no better then Buggy as they grumbled as well and climbed upstairs to clean themselves and sleep. Seemed you got the master bedroom to yourself-

• "Whats got you two in such a rush?" You question, seeing that gleam of mischief on their faces and also some guilt-

• "BOYS!!!!" A loud and wrathful yell sounded throughout the cabin.

• "We aren't in a rush mom- Just have things to do since we are 'apprentices' Right?" Dee said calmly as he looked to Bee who grinned and nodded.

• You raised a brow at their words, Going to question them further when a roar sounded through the house.

• You snap your head to look at the boys but see they had already gone- Clearly had run the moment they heard the voice.

• Blonde- So much blonde in his hair- It seemed like half his hair had been dyed in his sleep by the twins. Most likely using Burondo Burondo Oil that Cabaji used in his hair-

• You quickly rush upstairs, Afraid of what you would see and dash into the guest bathroom were you could hear Buggy yelling.

• However nothing would prepare you for what you saw.

•"I-Its pretty-" You try but he glares hard at you, Grumbling and angrily ranting to himself.

• It took every bit of your soul to keep from laughing.

• "Pretty!? PRETTY MY ASS!" He roared as he stomped his foot more and lost his mind.

• "Buggy- It doesn't look that bad I promise" You say grabbing his hand slowly, Knowing he was very mad right night and needed to calm down before he did something he would regret.

• He turned to you like he was going to scream and lose his temper- However he forced his mouth closed and bit his lips in anger.

• "It doesn't look bad Buggy. Besides it looks like it's Burondo Burondo Oil anyway which fades after a few days to the original color. So it's not very permanent" You reason, giving his hand a squeeze.

• Buggy sighs at this- knowing you were right but still angry. You reach out and touch his newly blonde hair.

• "And it looks pretty! Blonde hair goes well with blue eyes" You point out and say cheerfully. Buggy grumbling still but his spare hand just rubbing your unshowing stomach still.

• You let him do this, despite not being in the mood for physical touch. "Better?"

• "Better..." He grumbled, clearly still irritated but better now. You finally ask him to explain why the twins did this.

• "They wanted to revolt because 'being a apprentice is hard!' so I had them sweep the entire deck. Teach them that Mutiny is always punished" He said calmly, a fair punishment by pirate standards as the twins clearly were in the wrong.

• "But since they wanna be petty now- I can do that as well-" He said with a wicked grin.

• Gods help you all..

• Walking down to the docks for some fresh air, you heard the loud laughs of Buggy and the crew. Following the sound you see them all lounging at the docks drinking and watching the Big Top?-

• Getting close you saw it- The Big Top was covered in tomatoes and other random garbage on it like it had been vandalized!

• Rushing over you then see it- The twins on Ropes cleaning off the vandalism. While Buggy amd the crew hand tomatoes and random things throwing it at any spots they felt they missed.

• "BUGGY!" You yell as you see him fling a tomato at his sons head. The Captian turning to look back at you.

• "Oh (Y/N)! Come sit! Join us!" He insisted with a grin.

• "Doesnt this seem too cruel?" You pointed out. Pointing to the clearly pissed off boys

• "Now my Doll, You have been a wonderful mother. But you have spoiled these two rotten! It's time they get a hard lesson" He said as he patted your shoulder and had you sit to watch.

• You didn't know it was possible for two people alone to clean and repaint an entire ship but sure as hell did Buggy have them do it

• It being nightfall when they finished and glaring hard at Buggy- Cleaely this wasn't over. They had lost this battle but wanted to win the war-

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 1: Going Home

In the small barn situated in a quaint rural Wisconsin town, you stood behind the Holstein cow, your task just completed. You carefully peeled off the long blue disposable veterinary glove, a necessary tool for checking if cows, or even horses, were pregnant. With a practiced motion, you tossed the glove into the nearby blue bucket, a routine part of your work in veterinary care. The rustic environment of the barn, the sound of animals nearby, and the smell of hay and livestock created a familiar and comforting atmosphere.

"Well, Hank. She's due any day now," You state, stepping out of the stall. In your jeans, rubber boots, and flannel shirt, you fit right in, despite the stray wisps of chestnut hair escaping your French braid.

Hank, an elderly man dressed in blue jean overalls and a flannel shirt, acknowledged your evaluation with a grateful nod. "Thank you, Doc. I'm not sure how I can repay you…hold on a moment. I recently had a pig butchered. I can offer you some of that meat," he proposed, his weary gray eyes brightening with the suggestion.

"Only if it won't affect your winter provisions. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you in any way."

"No, we're set for now. We still have some meat left from the two deer my sons hunted last fall."

Extending your hand, you replied, "That's more than fair. It'll also take care of any future issues you might have with Mildred."

Gratefully, he clasped your hand in his. "Ever since you arrived here, Doc, you've been a godsend. I can't imagine what we'd do without your help."

You exchanged a firm handshake.

"Remember to call me if there's anything else you need, alright?"

"I sure will. Thanks once more."

Picking up your bucket, you made your way out of the barn and towards your truck.

You positioned your bucket at the rear of your truck, swung open the door, and settled into the driver's seat. Retrieving your cellphone, you noticed a missed call and a voicemail from your husband. As you closed your eyes, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sigh. His communications typically revolved around financial matters, prompting you to wonder about the nature of this particular call.

You tapped the voicemail icon on your iPhone and listened:

"Y/N, it's me. I'm just calling to inform you that I'm on my way back. Not to Texas, though, but to Wisconsin. I'll be landing at Rusk County Airport, aiming to arrive by around 6 p.m. tonight. I'll see you then."

After the message ended, you disconnected the call.

"Fuck," you muttered under your breath.

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin busied himself packing his travel bag, which lay sprawled on his bed.

"Just to clarify," began Javy 'Coyote' Machado, his best friend, with a tone of disbelief, "you've got a place in Wisconsin?"

"Yup," Jake affirmed.

"And you've never actually set foot in it?"

"Nope," Jake responded, keeping his focus on his packing.

"And who looks after this house?"

"My wife does," Jake said nonchalantly.

Coyote's eyes widened in surprise. "You're married?"

"Yes," Jake replied simply.

Coyote took a moment, the weight of Jake's revelation sinking in. "Hold on, Jake. We've been friends for nearly ten years. And in all that time, you've never once mentioned that you were married, or even hinted at it."

"Well, I am," Jake said matter-of-factly, continuing with his packing.

Coyote, in disbelief, threw his hands up and scanned the room. "Okay, then who is she? And how come there aren't any photos of her around here?"

"We've both had a lot on our plates," Jake replied, finishing his packing with a zip of the bag.

"But how busy can a married couple be to not even see each other?" Coyote pressed.

"She's been occupied with her studies," Jake explained.

"Studies? What, is she training to be a doctor or something?"

Jake remained silent for a moment, his face giving away nothing.

"You're serious? She's actually a doctor?"

Picking up his bag, Jake finally responded, "She was studying to become a large animal veterinarian."

Coyote, visibly taken aback, managed to stutter, "I just... I'm at a loss for words."

Jake, shifting his focus to the task at hand, asked, "You still up for driving me to the airport?"

"Of course," Coyote replied, still processing the revelation.

"Great. Then let's hit the road." Jake motioned towards the door, ready to embark on his journey.

Steering your black Ford F-250, you navigated the lengthy driveway leading to your residence. This log cabin, a product of an inheritance and some astute financial decisions, had been your project three years prior.

As the cabin came into view, you admired the expansive structure that occupied thirty acres of farmland you had acquired. Beyond it lay a sizable horse stable, complete with an attached training ring, a testament to your love for animals.

Approaching the house, you pressed the button to activate the garage door. The door of the 4-car garage rolled open, and you smoothly parked your truck inside, ready to disembark.

You reached over to the passenger side to grab your backpack, then opened the door and stepped out of the truck. Heading towards the door that led into the house, you moved with a purpose, the sound of the garage door closing behind you echoing in the spacious enclosure.

This door opened into the mudroom, which was equipped with a fully functional laundry room, a bathroom, a pet washing station, and ample storage space. As you let your backpack fall to the floor, your cell phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was your mother-in-law calling. Pressing the answer button, you greeted her warmly while switching the phone to speaker mode.

"Hi, Cindy," you said, freeing your hands as you continued your entry routine.

"Y/N, how are you?"

"I'm good. How about you?"

"Just fine," she replied.

"So, you understand why I'm calling then?"

You released a sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down. "Yes. He called and left a voicemail."

"Y/N, he still loves you." Cindy's voice carried a mix of hope and concern.

As you settle onto the bench and begin to remove your boots, you respond, "I know."

Cindy probes further, sensing your hesitation, "That doesn't sound very convincing."

With a slight shake of your head, you reply, "Well, sometimes Jake isn't very convincing either."

"Just take things slow," Cindy advises gently. "I believe all you both need is some time together again."

"I'll do my best," you promise, the conversation steering towards a hopeful possibility.

Cindy's voice softened further, her tone imbued with the wisdom of experience. "I understand that it's been difficult, and there might be a lot of unresolved feelings between you two. But remember, love is about finding your way back to each other, even through the toughest times."

You paused, absorbing her words. It was clear she spoke from a place of deep understanding and perhaps her own experiences. "You're right, Cindy. It's just… hard to know where to start."

"Start with honesty," she suggested. "Open up to each other about your feelings, fears, and hopes. It's the foundation you can build on. And remember, you're not alone. We're all here for you, supporting you both."

Your smile reflects a moment of gratitude. "Thanks, Cindy." Glancing at your watch, a sense of urgency creeps in. "I need to go. It's already 5 o'clock, and I've only just got back from work. Jake mentioned he'd be flying in at 6."

"Alright, dear. Please keep me updated on how things go. Oh, and thank you again for the horse fly repellent. It's been working wonders."

"Of course, I'll let you know. And you're welcome. Take care, talk to you later," you say, wrapping up the conversation. After hanging up the phone, you pick up your backpack and make your way to your bedroom, ready to prepare for what comes next.

After managing to squeeze in a quick shower, you slipped into some clean clothes. With the temperature taking a dip, you opted for a pair of jeans, a heavyweight sweatshirt, and hiking shoes to keep comfortable. Your hair was pulled back into a ponytail, practical for the drive. Steering your Expedition, you headed towards the local airport to meet Jake.

Aware that Jake piloted a Cirrus plane—a fact made all the more personal by your having paid off the aircraft this year—you felt a mix of anticipation and apprehension about the reunion.

Turning onto the road that led to the airport, you soon arrived and parked your truck outside your hangar, ready to greet him.

Casting a look at your watch, you noted it was ten minutes to 6. A memory flashed through your mind, a reminder of one of your husband's traits: Jake was always punctual.

As you closed your eyes, your head resting gently against the headrest, a vivid memory began to surface, transporting you back to the moment you first met Jake:

You stepped through the doors of the rustic bar in Austin, Texas. Your college friend Avery right next to you.

"It's only one night. We deserve it after yesterday," she said.

The rustic bar was alive with the energy of live music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was exactly what you needed after the grueling exams that had consumed your life for the past few weeks. Avery, ever the instigator of your small adventures, was right; a night of unwinding was long overdue.

Navigating through the bustling crowd toward the bar, you felt a sudden nudge that almost set you off, ready to confront whoever was behind it. But that impulse faded the moment you turned around, finding yourself looking into the most captivating green eyes you had ever seen.

The surprise of the encounter rendered you momentarily speechless. The owner of those captivating green eyes was quick to apologize, his voice a warm, deep timbre that seemed to echo directly to your core.

"Sorry about that," he said, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "This place is a bit more crowded than I expected."

You found your voice, albeit a little shaky from the unexpected jolt of attraction. "It's okay, really. I should have been watching where I was going."

He chuckled, and it was a sound that made you want to hear more of it, to keep him talking just so you could listen. "I'm Jake," he extended his hand, the action both friendly and bold.

Taking his hand, you felt a surprising jolt of electricity at the contact. "I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Y/N. You here to see anyone in particular tonight?" Jake asked, his gaze still locked with yours, as if the crowded bar around you had faded into the background.

"Just here to unwind with a friend," you replied, gesturing toward where Avery had found a spot at the bar, seemingly engaged in trying to order drinks.

Jake nodded, understanding. "This place is perfect for that, but you're not from around here."

Your curiosity piqued, you tilted your head slightly, impressed by his observation. "Is it that obvious?"

He smiled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It's the accent."

You chuckled, self-consciously touching your throat as if you could feel your accent there. "I guess it's a dead giveaway, huh?"

"Only a little," Jake teased, his eyes twinkling with humor. "But it's a good thing. Makes you stand out." He thought a second. "Sounds a bit midwestern to me almost Canadian."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "That specific, huh? Well, you're not wrong. I'm actually from Wisconsin, so you're pretty close with the Midwestern guess."

Jake nodded, impressed with himself. "I have an ear for these things. Wisconsin's a beautiful place."

"It is," you agreed, your thoughts briefly wandering back to the familiar landscapes of home.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I'm here for a college class."

"College, huh? What's your major?"

"Veterinarian. I'm a large animal veterinarian."

Jake's interest visibly perked up at your answer. "A large animal vet? That's impressive. There's always a need for folks who can handle the bigger animals, especially around these parts."

You nodded, feeling a mix of pride and passion for your chosen field. "Yeah, it's been a dream of mine since I was little. I love animals, and getting to help them, especially the larger ones that require a bit more... let's say, finesse, has always been fulfilling for me."

He leaned against the bar, genuinely intrigued. "Sounds like it's more than just a job to you."

"It is," you admitted. "It's about making a difference, however small it may seem. And the connection with the animals... there's something special about it."

Jake smiled, his admiration for your dedication clear. "I can see that. It takes a special kind of person to do what you do. And speaking of making a difference, my family owns a ranch not too far from here. We've got horses, and every now and then, we run into a situation that could use a vet with your expertise."

The mention of his family's ranch piqued your interest. "Really? I'd love to hear more about it. Working with horses has always been a dream of mine."

Just as you were caught in that moment, Avery approached, holding a beer out to you. "Here's your beer," she said, handing it over before her gaze shifted to Jake. "And who's this?"

"Avery, meet Jake. Jake, this is Avery," you made the introductions, facilitating the exchange between your friend and the man with the captivating green eyes.

The sound of a plane engine snapped you out of your reverie, prompting you to open your eyes and gaze skyward. Above the airport, you spotted the small Cirrus plane, unmistakably Jake's. You watched as it gracefully circled above, aligning itself for a smooth approach before finally descending towards the runway in a well-executed landing.

As the plane taxied closer to where your vehicle was parked, you observed the engine powering down. Stepping out of your truck, you began to walk slowly towards the aircraft. The door of the plane opened and out stepped a figure you recognized instantly – a six-foot tall man with dirty blond hair. He was casually dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and tennis shoes, complemented by a brown leather jacket. It was Jake, finally there in front of you after what felt like an eternity.

But it wasn't the young Jake you remembered, this Jake had turned into a manly Jake. He still had the same piercing green eyes, but his face had turned more rugged, yet still handsome. His presence seemed to exude a quiet strength and a sense of maturity that the younger Jake hadn't possessed. There was an air of confidence about him, tempered with a hint of world-weariness. His green eyes, still as piercing as you remembered, now seemed to carry deeper stories, reflections of experiences and growth. His face, more rugged and lined than before, bore the marks of life's trials and triumphs, adding to his manly allure. Yet, despite the changes, there was an undeniable familiarity in his gaze, a connection to the past that lingered in his expression.

He closed the door when you reached him. "Y/N," he said.

"Jake."

The two of you looked at each other.

You cleared your throat and looked away. "Our hangar is over there." You pointed to the hangar behind your vehicle.

"Our hangar?"

"Yes. I had it built after you purchased the plane."

He looked at you questioningly and then he observed the hangar with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "You built that?"

"Yes, it seemed practical for storage and maintenance," you explained, maintaining a professional tone despite the undercurrent of emotions swirling between you.

Jake took a moment to absorb this information, his gaze shifting from the hangar back to you. "That's... impressive. Thank you," he said, his voice carrying a hint of appreciation mixed with the awkwardness of the moment.

"You're welcome," you replied, feeling the complexity of the situation. After a brief pause, you added, "Shall we get the plane stored?"

He nodded, a silent agreement to focus on the task at hand, perhaps both of you grateful for a momentary diversion from the emotional reunion.

"You can put your bags in the truck. It's unlocked. I'll go open the hangar and get the tow bar."

""How about I assist you with opening the hangar and retrieving the tow bar once I've put my bags in the truck?"

"That's fine," you agreed since you had no clue what you were doing anyways. You watched as Jake went to the other side of the plane and grabbed four bags.

You quickly made your way to Jake's plane and grabbed two of the bags and then placing the bags in the back of the Expedition. Jake did the same with the other two and then started walking towards the hangar. You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. This was all new to you, and the prospect of being involved in something as unfamiliar as handling a plane was both thrilling and slightly intimidating.

After securing the bags, you walked towards the hangar, where Jake was already busy. As you approached, he looked up and gave you a brief nod, acknowledging your presence. You stood there for a moment, watching him work. He moved with a practiced ease, clearly familiar with every aspect of the aircraft and the hangar.

"Need a hand?" you asked, eager to learn and help.

Jake glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "Sure. Could you grab the other end of this tow bar?" He held out one end of a long, metal bar to you.

You took the offered end, feeling its weight. Jake guided you on how to position it correctly, explaining how it was used to move the plane. Together, you maneuvered the bar into place and began the task of towing the aircraft into the hangar.

As you worked alongside Jake, you appreciated the quiet efficiency with which he operated. There was a sense of competence and confidence about him that you found reassuring. It was clear that he was in his element here, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for his skills.

Once the plane was safely in the hangar, Jake secured everything and turned to you. "Thanks for the help. Not everyone would jump in like that."

You shrugged modestly, feeling a small sense of pride. "Happy to learn something new. And it's not every day I get to say I helped tow a plane."

His chuckle resonated warmly in the hushed atmosphere of the hangar. "Well, you did a fantastic job."

"Thanks," you responded with a bashful smile. "Uh, dinner should be all set by the time we get back."

"You made dinner?"

"Not exactly. His name is Chuck. I encountered him during a trip to Wyoming."

Jake's eyes widened in surprise. "Another man is living in my house?!"

You sighed. "I honestly don't know how to answer that because you really haven't even seen our house."

Jake ran a hand through his hair turning away and then turned back to you. "I never cheated on you, Y/N. I came here to work on our marriage. You could've at least told me."

You looked at him. "I'm sorry. I forgot, my husband hasn't really contacted me for four years. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, that I needed help running a ranch."

Jake stared at you.

"Chuck is my chef and, I guess, butler. He helps around the ranch."

Jake's expression shifted from shock to confusion. "You have a chef and a butler now?"

You nodded, trying to keep your tone even. "Yes, Jake. Running the ranch alone has been tough. Throw in my hours as a Veterinarian, you never know. Chuck has been a huge help, not just in the kitchen but around the property too. He's been indispensable, especially with you being away for so long."

There was a moment of silence as Jake processed this new information, his features softening slightly. "I see. I didn't realize how hard it's been for you here alone. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You let out a small sigh, the tension easing a bit. "It's okay. We both have a lot to catch up on. Let's just focus on getting back home for now."

Jake nodded, a look of understanding crossing his face. "You're right. We've both been through a lot, and we have a lot to talk about. But right now, let's just get back home and take it one step at a time."

After closing the hangar, you both walked towards the truck, there was a comfortable silence between you. It was the kind of silence that spoke of mutual understanding and the beginnings of reconciliation. You could sense that both of you were cautiously optimistic about what lay ahead.

Once in the truck, you started the engine and pulled out of the hangar area and started to drive home.

The familiar landscape passed by the windows, each mile bringing you closer to a place that held both memories and possibilities. You glanced over at Jake, who seemed focused on the road but also more at ease than he had been earlier.

"Thanks for coming to get me," he said softly, breaking the silence.

"You would've done the same thing for me," you replied.

Jake glanced your way, a small smile playing on his lips. "Always, Y/N. No matter what happens, I'll always come for you."

Those words, simple as they were, carried a weight of meaning that filled the cab of the truck. You leaned back in your seat, allowing yourself to feel the comfort of his presence and the hope that, despite the challenges, you both might find a way forward together.

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MY ALPHA BOSS - FEMDOM SMUT

I like how he orders around and walks like a Greek god with features of one as well. He's the owner of a seductive smirk, perfect body, and daring clothing that perfectly complements his commanding presence, leaving everyone under his control. He exudes knowledge and confidence, showcasing his intellectual prowess and unwavering discipline.

But he has also an obedient side. A submissive, needy, and greedy side. A side that drives me crazy and needy for him. A side that I always crave for. A side I always end up imagining him in.

He's my boss, my boyfriend, my roommate, and my sub. But not for everyone's eyes. Our powerful connection remains a secret, only for us to share.

From my desk, I often admire his dominant aura as he sits in his office, issuing orders and meticulously reviewing documents, knowing very well that he will end up between my legs.

And as people claim, it takes two to tango. We play a mutual game of seduction. I catch him stealing glances at me too, biting his lips as his breaths feel stuck in his throat. He looks at me like he's about to orgasm, that he has so much to tell and do to me, but can't. It makes me feel wet.

We also have moments when our eyes meet and he quickly looks away, only to glance back, checking if my eyes are still undressing him from a distance.

He's a naughty, daring man, and I revel in the power I hold over him. His actions ignited my passion, making it impossible not to feel a deep connection and love for him.

On that day as well, his blue well-fitted suit was hugging every contour of his body, captivating my attention completely. His sneaky glances and soft touch, whenever he crossed by me or in the meeting, were just adding to my arousal.

I found myself unable to focus, my mind consumed by thoughts of him from morning. And imagining various ways to have him had left me burning with desire until the night came.

I was waiting for him to return from his parent's house after dinner, squirming on the couch with an uncontrollable urge. I felt every passing moment weigh heavy on me, urging me to the temptation to make good use of my fingers.

But I resisted until my frustration took the face of the sound of the door unlocking, signaling his arrival. I sat up, eagerly observing his strong physique, gentle countenance, and confident gait.

"I'm sorry. It took longer than expected," he apologized with a tender tone, burning my heart with it, revealing his pale face and his eyes filled with innocence. "You never need to apologize for spending time with your parents," I replied in the same tone, feeling the torment within me intensify as I stood up, stretching my arms out towards him.

His gaze faltered as he noticed my movement, his hands instinctively gripping his trousers. He seemed momentarily frozen in his bold attire, his lips slightly parted. "What are you waiting for?" I inquired, a soft smile playing on my lips as he finally broke out of his trance and stepped toward me.

"I missed you so much!" he whispered, his voice displaying his yearning as he enveloped me in my warm embrace. "I missed you too, sweetheart," I whispered back, melting his warm breath against my neck.

"It's been so difficult," he lamented, his tender lips meeting my neck and stealing my breath away with it. "Just watching you isn't enough." His desperation was palpable, his trembling body and quivering voice revealing his intense longing for me.

"It's alright. We're here together now, aren't we?" I reassured, halting his lips on my neck by cradling his face in my hands and meeting his teary gaze.

That look was reserved solely for me, revealing a side of him that no one else ever saw and no one could ever see. Those were the eyes of vulnerability and longing. Longing for me.

"I despise it. I hate having to pretend at the office. I hate it so much," he sobbed, eliciting a smile on my face and a surge of desire between my legs while his face burned with frustration and passion.

"Oh, baby, I know you do," I acknowledged his desire with my words, my lips tenderly tracing a path to his neck, and with my arms encircling his waist. "Oh, mistress!" He sweetly whimpered, throwing his head back from the soft pleasure on his skin, and gasped as my embrace tightened around his body.

Having a clear vision of his naked skin, I pressed more soft kisses onto his neck, feeling his arms narrow around my body as well, yanking me closer and closer to his.

I could tell he wanted me so badly. I could feel it in his arms, moans, and breaths. This was the man I knew. This was the man I was craving for all day long.

The tension between our heated bodies was growing, writhing together, until we found ourselves seated on the couch, his body resting on my thighs.

His body was practically burning in my arms, his face thawing with each kiss I landed on his skin. "I missed you so much," he whimpered, his eyes glazed with desire as he rested his hands on shoulders, his body so close to mine.

"I missed you too, my love," I whispered back, returning him the same passion with my eyes, slowly removing his tie from his collar. "Kiss me, mistress!" He begged like a disciplined boy, urging my lips on his.

Kissing him deeply, I tied his hands behind his back with his tie, relishing his grazing body. The kiss, which involved our tongue, our lips, saliva, and lust for each other, abruptly took a halt as I groped his throat, making his eyes peer at me.

I planted my palm on his cheek, pushing my thumb into his mouth, and received an accepting answer. He started sucking my thumb, softly bobbing his head as if sucking a cock, with his eyes speaking a language of seduction with me.

He looked so smitten and horny in a bold attire. Too aroused to think. Who could have thought that a dominant person like him could go weak for his love?

I watched him enjoy my thumb, sucking like there was no tomorrow, giving a delicious sight with a rising temperature and wetness growing between my legs.

But this wasn't enough. Thus, I removed my thumb from his mouth, watching his eyes become smuttier, and had him sit on his knees on the ground, in between my legs. He appeared exactly like my imagination. A boss of many, submitting to me.

I stretched my palm and peered at him cupping his face into it. "My sweet boy!" I whispered, watching a smile of pride form on his lips. "You know mommy loves to see you like that, right?" I questioned, getting a quick nod from me.

"And you know what mommy wants?" I added, getting the same answer. "Good boy." Adding once again I laid back, relaxing as I let his mouth slowly breathe from my thighs to my clothed wetness.

I could tell just by his eyes how badly he wanted to taste me, just how hard he had been through his pants.

I felt his lips kiss my wetness through my velvety shorts, his teeth tugging onto it, struggling to remove them from my skin, while he whimpered and wriggled like a puppy. It felt sweet, gentle, and exciting. His softness always melts and excites me.

"Do you want my help?" I whispered, getting his eyes to flutter and lips biting as he denied. "i will do it. I can do it." He struggled more, fully clothed, a perfect picture of me dominating my alpha boss.

I could not help but smirk, watching him slowly tug down my shorts. "Great job!" I hailed, and his face flushed with my words. Continuing, he advanced to my panties, getting rid of them like he was wishing for it to happen.

His face lightened up, and his eyes sparkled, watching how wet I was. He then glanced at me like a hungry puppy before diving his lips into my wetness.

Swiftly, his lips started sucking my wetness with hunger, his tongue licking my soul away. The soft licks turned into greedy thrusting as he pushed his tongue inside my wetness while his clothed body writhed more and more on the floor.

He was looking so good in that white shirt, messed up, and was struggling with his hands being tied behind his back, making me fall again for his trembling body. He was pleasuring me like no tomorrow, drooling and making me ooze out until I was coming into his mouth.

"I don't think my alpha boss is satisfied yet," I stated, breathing heavily, holding his licking mouth against my wetness. "Yes, mistress. I want more!" He growled with his leaking mouth, not leaving my wetness for a second until he had his fill.

But I halted his greed for a moment and actioned him to stand up by the flick of my finger, ordering him to unzip his pants. I pulled his length out from the zipper, not freeing his length completely, and gazed at his staring and fluttering eyes, smirking at him.

"Mistress!" He gasped, watching my hands caress his leaking cock, and hastily started rolling his eyes and moaning as I started pleasuring his length. "Who will say you are the same person who bosses everyone around?" I questioned, jerking him with just my fingers, and playing with his slippery tip.

"Look at you, shivering before me for some pleasure," I added, urging the loudness of his moans out. "You have no clue how bad I always want to fuck you in that office of yours. You have no clue how much it turns me on to dominate a dominant guy like you."

"But I have to hold myself back in front of all those women who have no idea that you belong to me." A bit of hatred appeared in my tone, out of my control by the jealousy.

"Oh, Mistress! You can fuck me whenever you want." He moaned, biting his lips, his chest puffing up from heavy breathing, his body jittering from pleasure. "I want you to ruin me in everyone's eyes. I don't care about anyone. I want you to do whatever you want to me." He stuttered, enjoying my hands until I stopped.

"What about your alpha image that everyone loves then?" I mocked, showing him that he was nothing but my sub, spreading my legs as I rested back on the sofa. "I don't care! You can make me look however you want." He stuttered breathing like he had run a mile, squinting his eyes as I yanked him close to my wetness by a strong tug on his hips.

"Oh, god! I would love to claim you as mine, but it turns me on so much that your dick is always hard for me. In the office while you're passing orders, in the meeting room while you're listening to everyone with a stiff face, and even in your parent's house. I bet you're always thinking of me."

"That's the feeling I want to have for as long as possible," I added, hearing his whimpers grow as I positioned his cock against my wetness.

"This dominant face that flushes every time my eyes land on it and this throbbing cock comes at the cost of me tormenting myself in that damn office." His whimper grew louder as I tugged his length inside me, making his balance difficult.

"Mistress!" He moaned, throbbing inside me with each inch sliding inside me. "No one knows how you beg. No one knows that this is your favorite part of the day. No one knows how bad you want to pleasure me." I moaned, making his hips start to fuck me.

"Go ahead, pleasure me like a good boy you are." I released my hands from his hips and watched him slowly sink into me with hungry pushes. It was as if he had been waiting for years but was held back because of me.

My moans began to appear as his hips started the strong dance against my wetness, while he looked at me with eyes full of submission.

Every inch was filling me up, each slow thrust was pleasuring my insides. I had gotten what I wanted. I had him just how I imagined him. "Harder!" I growled, making him bite his lips and obey me.

The sight of him thrusting his big dick inside me while fully clothed and hands tied was my present of the day. It was making everything nastier.

"Mistress! Am I doing good?" He moaned, raising the speed of his hips. "Oh, does my boss need to know how his performance of the day is?" I mocked, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him falter above me in the process and shudder inside me.

"Yes, Mistress! Your boss begs to know! Please!" He growled, practically pleading, getting bigger and bigger inside me as I grew wetter and tighter. "Oh, I could feel every inch Mistress! Every inch." He added, pleasure taking over him.

"Then I guess you're doing the perfect job!" I moaned back, this time fully grasping him closer to me by his shoulders. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"I fucking love this pathetic look on your proud face." I moaned, getting closer and closer to my orgasm, as he started shivering above me as well. "I'm just a pathetic boy for you, Mistress! I'm no boss. You're my boss." He moaned, getting me closer.

"Do you need my permission to cum, boss?" I teased again, licking his lips while he nodded, begging to be allowed. "You get to cum when I'm done." He moaned, making me dig my nails into his back and the teeth on his neck.

The width of his cock had fully become grown inside me, shivering and throbbing as he leaked as well. "I'm close! Mistress! Please!" He begged again, finally making me ooze out.

"Can I cum now, mistress?" He begged, watching me tremble and jitter from the pleasure. "Go ahead. After all, you're my alpha boss. How can I deny you?"

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warning: bottom!m!reader || toxic reader? || levi being butthurt || monster fucking || nsfw || minors dni || male bod reader || reader is a slut || oops, made him cry || Modern AU || heavy lemon - I gave Levi a height boost. He is 8 inches taller than reader. ily lol || x Erwin??? brat taming??

You are a very attractive man. Like, get anyone you wanted type of a man. You had an attractive body and a haircut/style that just fit you so well.

You also are very observant. You work at a high class modeling agency and you are one of the world's top paid male models. You are first and someone you work with often is 2nd.

"Good-morning Levi." You said with a smile. "Good-morning, M/n." Levi said avoiding your gaze, tips of his ears red. Noticing this you smirk to yourself.

"Um, Pat needs emergency green screen photo's from you so you should go see him." Levi mentioned still looking away. "Alright talk soon." You said flirty under the cut and walked away. You heard Levi sigh relieved just before the voices in the room slowly faded.

"Pat. You needed me?" You ask, peeking your head into the equipment room. "Yes! I did, we are lacking in photos from you heavily and the people...as bad as it sounds.. aren't that interested in seeing the other models as much as you.

That high-key gave you a power boost but you wouldn't say that out loud. "So, we've prepared some quick outfits from Prada and Balenciaga. Try em' all on. We got work to do." Pat says enthusiastically. You sigh. It's gonna be a long day.

Many hours later, you're finally finished with you photo-shoot and you're heading out to the indoor parking lot. "M/n!" A woman's voice echos through the lot. You turn to see a blonde woman with blue eyes. "Krista!" You smile. "Hey hey! How are you?---Scratch that there is bigger things to talk about." Krista says joyfull. "Well, get to it." You say impatient. "Erwin is hosting a colleague party for the huge skyrocket in revenue. You're our top paid model. You HAVE to be there!" She smiled widely, clearly excited. "I mean how could I say no?" You smile slightly.

"When is it held?" "Tomorrow night at 11:00pm." "Alright, i'll definitely be there." "See you."

The night ended on a good note. You had takeout for dinner, had a h or c shower then went to bed. The next day wasn't very eventful, you went to a couple fashion shows like normal, then shopped online most of the day.

Soon came Erwin's revenue party, you had a very eye catching outfit. (you can choose) You took an uber as you planned on having a couple drinks. You finally arrived at Erwin's penthouse and you knocked. "Hey M/n. Good to see you." You low-key had the hots for Erwin. He was very handsome and slightly reserved. "I was hoping you'd come." He smiled.

"It's your party. I'd never miss it. " Your eyes darkening. Erwin let you in and you were greeted by many colleagues. You felt an intense gaze and soon realized it was Levi. When you noticed him, he looked away embarrassed. You knew exactly what you'd do.

You walked over to Levi, drink in hand. "Hey. You didn't say hi to me." You say with a fake sad tone. "Yeah, sorry. I just-." He stopped. "Hmm?" "I don't know. Can I get you another drink to make it up?" Levi offered. "Sure. Then I can show you something." Levi had a curious look on his face but didn't ask any questions.

"What can I get you?" A woman with short brown hair asked. "Um, 2 Lemon-drop tequilas. Extra tequilla please." Levi requested. You stared at him with lust which Levi noticed many times. "Be right up!"

You start a normal convo with Levi at one of the tables in the penthouse. "M/n!" Marco called from the pool table. "Wanna play?"

You look over at Levi who looks a bit bummed at the sudden end of the convo. That secretly made you want to press it more. You look back over to the pool table. Erwin giving pleading eyes and you give in. "Sorry Levi, talk soon?" "Sure.."

You knew you were an asshole. Not that you cared however. You walked over to the pool table. Those around you began to chant "Illegal shot, Illegal shot, Illegal shot!" You were focused but a bit tipsy. You made the shot anyway. Everyone around the room cheered.

You can see Levi staring in your peripheral view. You took this as an opportunity to stir some more shit up. You look at Erwin and tell him to follow you. Erwin knowing where this is going, takes your hand as you lead him to another side of the penthouse.

Levi begins to shift around the room unsubconsciously following you. When you see nobody is around beside Erwin and Levi who is around the corner, you bring erwin into a heated kiss and begin to grope his cock. Erwin groans deeply and lifts behind your knees so now his manhood is pressing against yours. He begins to dry hump and you bury you head in his neck. You meet eyes with Levi and grin.

Just to overstep, "Erwin, I want it.." "Want what, doll?" Erwin acts oblivious. "Your dick, daddy." You say all this while look at Levi dead in the eyes. The man looks like he could cry. He disappears into the corner and Erwin brings you into the room of the door you were making out on.

You get pounded by Erwin for the next 30 minutes. You couldn't lie and say it wasn't a bit hard to take. You were sore but made your way back to the party. You saw Levi sitting alone at the "bar" and decided to "spill your drink" on him. You made it look realistic too, impressive.

"Shit sorry 'Vi." You say, definitely not just drunk on tequila. "It's fine." Levi avoids eye contact. "Here, lemme.." You say lowly as you attempt to rup the alcohol away with your bare hands. You look up at Levi and he has a certain look in his eyes.

"Maybe you can help me wash it out." Levi says, hinting at something. "Hic- of coursee.." You say, stumbling past people while holding Levi's hand. "Here's the hic- bathroom." You open the door with your back. As soon as you get inside, Levi slams the door shut and holds your waist from behind. His other hand around your neck. "Why're you fucking with me?" He ask in your ear.

"What do you mean, Vi'?" You say sarcastically. "I got something for you.." Levi roughly shoves you onto the bathroom counter. Pulling off your pants and boxers. You knew where this was going which is why you fueled the fire all night. Without warning, Levi shoves himself deep into your ass fully bottoming out. You were stretched out because of your exercise sesh with Erwin. So, it was easy.

That fact pissed Levi off even more. Having to relive seeing the man he liked with a close colleague. Levi took both your hands by the wrists and held them behind you with one hand. The other hand around your neck.

"Gnn..Vi'----" "Shut the fuck up." And with that, he began pounding and rutting his body violently against you. His dick and your ass making a loud slosh and fapping noise. You completely rested your body so you could feel the pounding in your stomach.

Levi gave you no room to move. Asserting dominance over you. You were so well, your ass began to drip on the floor. Groaning and moaning filling the room along with the aggressive shifting of Levi, practically tossing you around.

As Levi pulled his hips in and out with liquids connecting his pelvis and your ass, you came. You came so hard with a loud groan, cum all over the sink mixed with drool. Levi didn't' stop though.

He rammed you through your whole orgasm, not giving you a chance to scream, my coving your mouth. He found your prostate and rammed harder. He began to hear a voice beyond the door and heard Erwins. He slams your body against the door, purposly being louder.

Releasing his hand from your mouth. "--Gkh--!!Levi pleas..e!" You cries, choked up. Erwin stopped and pressed his ear against the door.

Levi rutted more then deep thrusted penetrating your g spot. You came again then began cumming after every thrust. You eyes rolling back, mouth agape, drooling, face flush and hot. Levi loved seeing you like this. All to him. He was being mean on purpose.

He didn't stop for 3 hours straight, only rammed hard, the door pounding along, hitting your cock, now in pain but pleasure, cum all over.

Yeah, it was a long night.

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

The Process of Flawed Creation

or, making a character that's an allegory for disability

Hello my audience of small readers and big-time writers, this is the Secretary making another character that will appear within the story. This time, it's an Augment! If you haven't noticed one of the themes of Drink Your Villain Juice, it's that the superpowered characters (Flares, Genomes, Augments) can all be loosely tied to the struggle of disability (psychological, developmental, and physical respectively). Key word: loosely. But again, death of the author or whatever. I'm a communist so I support it - but I digress!

Let's make an Augment!

The background:

I need to make a character for a specific group with access to the biotechnology used to make superpowered individuals. Well, not Coven. They don't really count. Another group! They will appear in an upcoming chapter, and while they won't have any fun little things going on, we like to shape our one-off villains that may appear later with actual intent. If they appear again, we can showcase how it all ties together. If not, it just means they're swag.

Anyways, it's an Augment! Why? The group has money and access to disabled and maimed people, and they have little morals to inflict mutilations onto a group of desperate people.

Does that remind you of anything?

The base concept:

Since Augments can easily be tied to (physical) disability themes, and since we had a response on the form that made me think about it, it gave me a couple of ideas.

I was thinking maybe a blue-collar worker with a workplace injury. Maybe an electrician who got shocked because of the lack of workplace safety, or maybe a garbage trucker (term?) who found themselves trapped in the gear of a machine. For a little bit, I thought about it, and the electrician might be more interesting, and tie to an idea I had for a while. So there's a couple of things I want to have in this character:

Physical trauma turning external: I think the character needs to have some sort of physical trauma that they can use on others. The concept of electricity, receiving nerve damage, and having an augmentation that lets you do something similar seems to land on the correct line of thinking. The concept of reenacting their own trauma to avoid suffering from their own is also a swaggy theme!

Low-income wage worker: Even with the augments and with who they are working for, they aren't making that much money. They might have a uniform they have to wear, but they aren't in any sort of way part of the management class - which are not augments themselves.

Trading a disability for another one: If you are disabled, you probably know what I mean by this. Many disabled people, myself included, need to make this sort of trade. Do I take this medication that will give extreme fatigue to avoid these symptoms? In this case, it would be losing their nerve damage at the cost of having it entirely replaced with biomechanical wires within their own body, meaning they need to constantly upkeep it and if they ran out of money or contacts, they will not be able to continue to live.

With these three things in mind, I got a concept for an appearance, and a couple of things I could tie all together into a pretty character that might make someone interested in knowing more about them.

The physical manifestation of his psyche, and what it means to be him:

The Augment appears to be someone who used to be fit, but now struggles with standing upright without help of a cane. They walk in such of a way that is sturdy but also clearly controlled to avoid losing face in front of others. Their body has scars but also slits that are confused as scars for the untrained audience. They are around specific articulations: wrists, elbows, neck, and mostly likely underneath his suit that desperately needs to be dry cleaned. His face is covered with a domino mask with wiring dripping down on his chin and with more wires disappearing into his hair. Someone with a keen eye would realize that they are coming out of his neck where his head meets - but that probably means you got too close to him.

His shoes are the biggest tell that he isn't the richest. They are crusty and broken, with holes visible. The uniform was given to him - but everything else he had to supplies. With a closer look, his gloves are also run down by the way the leather seems to have been cracked over and over again from usage.

Tying it all together with a knot:

I don't think he has a Mask name. He might just be called something like Mr. White, which I guess in a way is a Mask name. But he is less a supervillain or a superhero, and more a henchman who is indebted through his power. Mr. White used to be an electrician, and through a workplace accident, burnt his nerves into numbness and lost of mobility. Someone somewhere with the knowledge that Mr. White didn't have any real healthcare, provided him with a solution: work for us and we fix your body. How can someone refuse that? He has children, a spouse, maybe even a mortgage (don't be silly, blue-collar workers don't get those! but imagine!) With his body twisted with his acquired disability, what other options does he have?

Damaged nerves are scooped out and replaced with a biomechanical system of wires, built on top of the healthy remaining nerves. In a roundabout way, this creates a trap: even if he were to stop working for them, who would upkeep his body? The wires might be rejected, leaving him in a worse state than before, and now who would really do anything to help his situation.

His Augments gave him mobility and sensations again, and while it's not perfect, Mr. White gained back a sense of normalcy. Though his Augments gave him a series of tricks: he can expel his nervous system to fry technology, give a nasty electroshock, or even move himself around in a pinch. It comes at the cost that every time he does so, he needs more upkeep, and every time he needs more upkeep, he starts to realize how deeply entrenched he is in this organization. He has lost some of his friends here, someone with a heart that could enlarge and give them more stamina (until it bursted and they bled out) and another that is now permanently bedbound with all of her limbs ran down until they were nubs with nobody really interested in fixing them.

At this point, the best he can do is make sure his loved ones are prepared to take care of him - or move on once it's too late.

His place as a henchman:

Obviously, he plays carefully. He has seen people like him be reckless or unlucky, and die from overusing their Augments. He doesn't want to be like that, but he has an organization that wants him to make these mistakes to trap him further into their maw. He plays carefully, makes himself useful in ways that don't use his Augments, and saves up money, and plans.

He doesn't need to be the best if someone else is, and if someone else is, who cares if he doesn't his nervous system to fry someone's eyes out.

Him being careful comes at a cost, though. People are noticing it. He needs to be a bit more reckless, a bit more proactive. He figures that if he uses his powers at least once per encounter or once, he loses some of that heat from his supervisors. And then, he chooses that if he throws someone else under the bus... then nobody bothers to look at him.

If someone on the field is saying that someone else is not doing their job, they are way more useful than a dead or useless body.

Final notes:

Class traitor much?

[mayuichi]

“I convinced Ruki and Yuma, just for you!„

Kou Mukami x Reader ✩ No warning: just fluff (i think it could've been guessed, it's all i'm doing for the whole december month...)

Official art from REJET.

Sweetly laughing on your way to your boyfriend's house as he sent you a picture of a cat with a Christmas hat. Putting your phone back in your pocket, you let your head rest on the bus window, listening to some music during the ride.

Your stop was still pretty far from his home, so you walked to it. Once his place was in sight, you raised your eyebrow in surprise. A bunch of bright window decorations were on.

Taking the doorknob in your hand, you opened the door to find his brothers on the sofa, Christmas hat on their head. You couldn't contain your laugher. The redheaded one groaned in annoyance under his breath, and the oldest seemed bothered by it too. Only the youngest, which has always been quieter than them, looked like he could actually enjoy it.

But nonetheless, it was definitely not their choice.

Suddenly, someone surprised you from behind, placing his hands on your shoulders. You jumped in fear, as you let out a gasp. And there you caught a glance at your boyfriend, some of his blond locks falling over his eyes.

“Hehe, you are such a scaredy cat~.„ he gently squeezed you against him. You rolled your eyes and noticed he also had a Christmas hat.

“Kou ? Why do you have that hat ? Why do you all...„ He stopped you with a soft kiss. “We don't entirely celebrate Christmas anymore, but... I convinced Ruki and Yuma, just for you!„ he was so proud of himself.

You, however, felt a little uneasy. Has he really done all that just for you? “You shouldn't...„ bringing his fingers under your chin to make your eyes lock. With his honeysweet voice, he grinned; “Isn't it our first Christmas together ? We need to make it memorable for you.„

His eyes were filled with love. You've grown used to his teasing gaze, yet there was none in this time. “Come on, now! I may have done the tree with them, I want you to join us to decorate the rest of the house!„

Taking your hand and intertwining your fingers together, he pulled you to the corner, showing dozens of garlands and lights. Pink, yellow, blue, green, red, white, any color you could think of was here. A bright smile on his face, as if he was back as a kid. It was a rare sight, even for you.

You tend to forget he was once human too. He has to get used to his thirst and that eternity coming with becoming a vampire, compared to that family they despised so much. A sad melancoly washed over you, knowing that his cruel and sadist demeanor has just always been a way for him to protect himself. A sigh escaped you as you wondered.

“... Aren't you afraid to date a human? When I'll die, you'll have to live on.„

That thought alone caused an aching pain in your heart. To which he happily bonked your head with a smile. He loved to bonk or give you little slap for sure.

“Why would I care ? Just you staying with me and supporting my brothers makes you my masochist kitten. And beside, that's why I want those memories with you. To remember them for all eternity.„

A faint blush spread across your cheeks, as you lower your head in half shame. With a gentle pat, he moved his hand to pinch your cheek. “Come on, take the red garlands first. We'll put them on the outside of the windows.„

His demeanor quickly changed as he got ready to decorate everything. Once you grabbed one, he picked up the boxes to place it on the doorstep, so it'd be easier to pick the others. From there, you could see his three brothers gathering and decorating the inside.

Placing little scenes and villages here and there, candles and garlands where they saw fit. And you did the same around the outside.

Red and green garlands on the windows, white garlands around the small fountain and on the roofs (which Kou personally placed on the roofs, he'd never let a chance for you to die stupidly). A deer a Christmas sleigh, as well as a snowman, which all could shine.

And when you were done, it was already past 10pm. You stood there, with him, admiring your hard work. Stepping inside, the aroma of some good food made by Ruki. Azusa had already gone in his bedroom, and Yuma went to the garden. But they have made a great work.

Some fake snow (it was just some glittery sheets) under each decoration. Some garlands on the low bookcases, over the sideboards, even on the coffee table.

And just for fun, Kou threw you on the sofa, scooting closer right away to squeeze you tight against him, purring in your ear.

“I promise you the best Christmas. I'd do anything for my kitten, after all.„

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi’s property. Do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

[slytherinshua]

being all lovey dovey w dongsung (kissing his dimples …. ) despite knowing that the members WILL bully u later for the pda ………. but he just wants to shower u w love …………….

btw did u know hes the only member without ㅎ (h) in his name 🤓☝️

stop i :(( i love dongsung :(( and i just looked up when he's coming back and its literally 1 day after my birthday??!!?!? which means it will be on my birthday given the time difference and i just.... sigh :((( also no i did not know 🤓☝️ also ALSO look at these pics aren't they so cute?? sobbing warnings: pda 😱 also a lil marriage talk teehee wc: ~450

“Baby! You did so well!!” You dropped your phone and opened your arms wide for Dongsung to fall into. The band had just finished their concert, and you were waiting in the green room the entire time, watching the performances from the small screen backstage. Dongsung giggled and fell onto the couch next to you, circling your waist with his arm to pull you closer to him. He kissed your cheek and thanked you, feeling even happier from your praise than when he had heard the loud cheering from N.Fia’s. Getting back into your arms after a long schedule was always his favourite, and as soon as he saw your face it was like the entire world disappeared.

He didn’t pay attention to Jaehyun and Hweseung’s immediate teasing when they saw the sight of their maknae cuddling up with his girlfriend. You had both gotten used to the endless teasing whenever you dared to try to be close to each other. It didn’t matter if you were kissing or merely sitting next to each other— the hyungs took every chance they could to tease Dongsung.

Your boyfriend’s schedule was hectic and if you didn’t take your chance to be close to him in the presence of the other members, you would barely be able to kiss him at all. The teasing was bearable. 

“What song did you like the best?” Dongsung asked eagerly.

“Blue scene.” You replied with a grin. The song would always have a special place in your heart. Dongsung had written and composed it for you, after all. Everytime you heard it, you felt like you were falling in love with him all over again.

Dongsung giggled at your answer, the charming dimples you absolutely adored on him appearing. You took your chance to kiss them. And while your face was still close to his, Dongsung quickly placed his lips to yours, savouring the feeling. 

“He’s growing up too fast— next thing you know they’ll be getting married.” You heard Seunghyub’s complaining and couldn’t help but giggle, breaking the kiss which earned a pout from your boyfriend. You snuggled into his chest instead, listening intently to his steady breath. Dongsung grabbed your left hand, carefully intertwining your fingers with his. You looked at the sight; his slightly bigger hand fitting just perfectly with yours, the calluses on his fingertips from playing the bass brushing against the back of your hand.

“You do want to get married one day, right?” You asked softly, eyeing your bare left ring finger.

“One day. Then I’ll really have grown up.” He giggled, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Seunghyub would cry at our wedding.” You whispered.

Your boyfriend nodded in agreement, “I would too…”

↳ n.flying taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @weird-bookworm,, @seunghancore,, @bananabubble

[aroace-poly-show]

hi more me guessing hw songs.

i learned the lyrics to Snowman by halyosy (lyrics) and now can't stop thinking of it as a potential hw song- not as a song they would cover, but as a song their virtual singer would sing to them (kaito to tsukasa specifically). i don't think you've ever shared virtual singer lore so im making it up drawing influence from the feelings of both the nightcord and wxs virtual singers

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart". -> n25s miku's whole thing is to be there for mafuyu and help ease the pain in her heart. i'd guess the virtual singers of hw would have a similar motivation. (also, the lie in question was that the boy had friends and was talented at school and sports, so that his dying mother didn't worry about him. if this isn't tsukasa at its core.)

"I tried to warm your cold smile, but I can't make a smile with my artificial eyes" -> but the vs aren't actually real (i dont want to think about the implications of sekai so i will leave it there), so what can they do other than provide support? provide a word here or there, a wish of healing? but also- the wishes of the virtual singers have to come from somewhere, right? is this not also the wish of hw- "i want you to be happy, even if i am not yet myself"?

"Neon tubes and monochrome snow" -> i actually don't really know what this line means in the actual song but here- the neon lights of the theater, the colorful world of the stage, and the cold, grey feelings freezing them in place?

"I'll tell you how to do it, I believe you can do it, Soft snow covers our tracks" -> this again as the wish of the virtual singers- i can't change for you, but i can offer advice and push you forward because i know you can (oh also spitball other point- kaito's line in his 1.5 anni card- "when faced with a wall, i don't want to push them up over from the bottom. I want to climb it myself and pull them up with me, so that we can see the other side together"). i had a connection to the soft snow covering our tracks part but i don't know how to say it in words. but in colors it's a soft orange. which i know doesn't make any sense.

"You ran with your friends" -> emu nene rui do i need to say more here. (yes because it never gets old. because of the pain, of the things that tore them down, of the steps they took back up, they found their dreams friends family).

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" -> yes

also raising the point of snow imagery- it alrealy exists in normal n25- mafuyu did chose the name "yuki". and i think there was an event about it. i think that theme also works in hw. but instead of the damp, blue sort of snowfall that feels cold and hollow, it's the warmer, sparkly snow of dawn. it's the snow that was lonely in the night, but beings to feel less so when the light first begins to break.

AADHWJJDNWKDNWKDUSQJOSHISKWUQNDOBWNSNSJ acey are you in my fucking brain. aroace wxs fanatics really do share a brain cell because HELLO??????/silly

i haven’t said shit about the virtual singers yet but ohmygod your guess is so fucking on point. awawawa. this is so fucking hw core and like it fits so so fucking well into the current thoughts i have for both tsukasa and the main story guhhhh explodes explodes explodes

firstly, might as well do a tiny bit of explanation for hw virtual singers. they both have the same overall personalities as canon wxs, kaito being the responsible older brother figure (representing what tsukasa wants to be like yknow) and miku being very childish and all (i. forget her symbolism w tsukasa. whoops). also given that the sekai and they were created from tsukasa’s feelings, they are well aware that tsukasa isn’t quite okay. even if he isn’t entirely aware of it himself. yknow how he is. anyway. you’re very right about hw virtual singers. their goal is both to ease their pain but also to like. revive the bit of hope they all had, and help them not lose it again. given it’s an online theater group, they of course want to help them do shows and find joy in doing again, because despite it hurting them so badly they still hold so much love for shows and the vs want to help them with it, but more than anything they want them all to find joy in living again. like they’ve all been hurt and vs is there to ease that pain and help them find joy and hope despite being given so much shit and having been hurt. yknow. and i don’t have much to add aside from that cause like. you got them so well. my god

"You ran with your friends" throwing UP. i hate these clowns and their stupid loving friendship and love and care they have for each other because who else understood them like they did each other who else did they have aside from each other because who else will drag them back up and cling to hope with them like they do for each other. they’re so. sobs.

"He will be alright now, 'cause there's no winter that isn't followed by spring" YES. YES INDEED. they’re all gonna be okay. they’re gonna be okay. cries.

tsukasa side note:

""I told a lie to my mom", a boy began to cry. I am made to be all white so that I can take away the darkness in his heart" -> also like you said TBIS IS TSUKASA AT HIS CORE and he’s exactly the same in hw. he wants to be that big brother his siblings can look up to he wants to make them proud and he especially doesn’t want to worry anyone Ever and saki and toya know something might be wrong but he won’t tell her (but to be fair. he hasn’t exactly admitted it to himself either) bc he’s tsukasa tenma!! he’s okay!!! he has to be okay!! he’s going to be a star!! and what kind of star would let a lot a few setbacks get him down!! so there’s no need for anyone to worry!! cause he’s a-okay!! (<- lying. to himself as well.) honestly at this rate i’m not even gonna need to do the tsukasa ramble since i’m just rambling about him in asks when i can /lh

[andreabaideas]

Djats beauty : Part two

Aka when my teen cousin (16) ask silly things about our shared fandoms (Djats and Twilight ) and then I transform It into a social genre experiment XD

Disclaimer : No animals were harmed during this process...though a (my) family was bothered with the superficial questions of a teen... helped by the too curious Adult (aka me) XD. 

It was also my experiment , to see if men and women find the same people pretty in the same way...I'm very serious about this kinds of experiments. 

Part two was between the men... Or you thought we were going to ask just about the women??? No,no,no. We're equals in my agenda!!!

We took as pretty source the actors that played the characters : Billy, Graham,Eddie, Warren, Nicky at first. I wanted to include Teddy and Rod, but my cousin said they are too old...I (obviously) won in the end or else I would help her convince the others to listen to her XD.

We divided It into categories (I told you very serious about It XD) :  eyes, face, hair , body, skin, and finally : as a whole (the one with better everything). 

Eyes : 

Women : Billy ("those eyes are wow!" "So light Green" "not they are blue" "no they are Green"...they were like the Golden White black blue dress internet meme issue..."They are beautiful let it be") , then Nicky (light and so pretty), then Rod ("his eyes look like melting caramel", "super pretty Hazel"), then Graham (again blue or green... sigh), then Eddie, then Warren, then Teddy. 

Men : "We don't care". Cousin : the women voted for the women too. M: "You women are mean to one another, thats why you judge,  we just dont give a crap about each others".... Finally they voted XD

Fiiine: Billy, then Nicky. 

Winner : Billy. 

Face :  

Women : tough Battle between Billy (perfect bone structure) and Rod (simetrical and very beautiful).  Then Nicky. Then Graham. Then Eddie. Then Warren. Finally Teddy. 

My mom and aunt liked Rod the best. My cousins Billy. 

Men : as they didn't care particularly they said :  Billy again, and then Nicky. Third was Rod. Graham IS too baby faced ,  Eddie looks "too girly for being a man, like an badly man filtered version of Karen with short hair (🤨?!). Then Teddy and Warren "they aren't hot, you women are weird".  

Winner : Billy 

Body : 

Women: Billy (Six pack perfection, wow. Me: "He said he was starved while shooting". The Girls: "We also half starve ourselves to fit in the bikinis too, he did It for humanity's benefit , he should be proud"... I can't with my family I swear. 

The rest: Nicky , Rod, Eddie, Graham, Warren,Teddy. 

Men: Billy. Rod. And the Gastón mean looking one (Nicky). 

Winner : Billy. 

Hair: 

Women : (with long hair better) Billy, then Nicky, then Eddie, then Graham, then Teddy , then Warren , finally Rod* Note : with the actors real hair Rod goes third position , but with the shows wig not ("Its atrocious kid" XD) 

Men : Billy. 

Winner : Billy.

Skin: We took into account the actors real age VS their skin appearance to judge , the glow , the color shade (uniformness and health) and the texture (acné, wrinkles...) to vote...When i tell you this was super pro XD. 

Women: Graham, Nicky, Eddie, Billy & Rod, Warren and Teddy. 

Graham looks 18, so yeah his skin IS good (1996) Nicky (1992) looks very good too. Rod Its looking fantastic for his age, way younger than his real age. Eddie looks younger too. Billy looks older than the character he plays but looks his age skin wise, not more (listen Twitter listen those wise words)...but not much less :( " Darling he looks in his middle thirties between 33- 35 years" "Yup more or less, Mom, he IS from 1986". "Close enough". 

Winner : Graham. 

As a whole : Let me count.... everything except the skin?...Who am I kidding? 

Winner: Billy. He destroyed the others... There wasn't a competition at all XD. 

It was easier with the men . Also my bratty 16, Almost 17! years  cousin was very surprised about Rod,  but like...My mom, my aunt/ her grandma, her mom (my eldest cousin) and our other aunt (half of the female votes) are his age or slightly older, between 42 to 60...what she expected?🤣. 

Hadn't there been our adopted cousins (our male cousins's wives) between 33 to 39 (I call them cousins too... once you enter my family Its like the Mafia: you belong to us and you can't really escape XD) and her best friend was there too (18), to complete the younger vote  (that voted all for Billy)... Rod would have won. 

Curious enough women can vote about other women (without any sexual attraction) while the men didnt care about voting for other men. 

Weird right?

Thats It! 

[the-pagan-crow]

Deity Spotlight: Freyr

AKA Frey, Yngvi, Ing, Ingwi, Yngvi-Freyr

(Note: Freyr's mother is a highly debated topic. We know that his mother was likely his father's sister, but there is debate over what her name is)

Quick Facts:

Tribe: Vanir

Domain: Fertility, Prosperity, and Peace

Parents: Njörd and Nerthus/Njörun

Sibling: Freyja

Spouse: Gerðr

Child: Fjölnir

Mythologically Backed Facts (VPG)

Freyr is a god of fertility, prosperity, and peace. He was born a Vanir to Njörd and Njörd's sister, but moved to Asgard as a baby after the Æsir-Vanir war. Both his parents were Vanir, with his father being considered ruler of the Vanir. With Gerðr, he had one child, Fjölnir. Fjölnir is said to have become the king of what we now call Sweden, making him the first of the Ynglings, and many people consider Freyr the father of the Yngling dynasty (more on that later).

Lord of Alfheim: When Freyr moved to Asgard as a baby, the Æsir gifted him Alfhiem, realm of the Alfar (elves), as a present when he got his first tooth. While there aren't many attestations about this story, or about Alfheim and the Alfar in general, this is a pretty important part of his mythology. Some people will call him the King or Lord of the Elves.

Father of the Ynglings: Freyr, as the father of Fjölnir, is said to be the father of the Yngling dynasty. To my understanding, this dynasty is the first known dynasty of Sweden, and of Scandinavia as a whole, but they ruled in modern day Sweden. The Ynglings would claim that they were decendants of Freyr, possibly to maintain their rule (although this is slight speculation on my part).

Gullinbursti: Made from gold by the dwarf brothers Brokk and Sindri, Gullinbursti is Freyr's boar. Gullinbursti is said to move through air and water faster than any horse. As a symbol of Freyr's rule over prosperity, Gullinbursti is an important companion of Freyr.

Skídðblaðnir: This magical ship, made by the same dwarves who made Gullinbursti, is Freyr's ship that can hold all the gods and their gear while also being able to be folded up and fit in a pocket. This important item of Freyr's also goes back to his roots as son of a sea god.

Gerðr and Freyr's Love Story: If you're interested in reading about their story, please read our Deity Spotlight about Gerðr located here.

Our Experiences (UPG)

Surtr and Ragnarok: At the end of the world, when the gods must face the Jötunar in Ragnarok, Freyr will face Surtr. However, because he gave up his sword to win Gerðr's hand, Freyr will be slain by the Jötunn.

We have worked with Freyr for several years now. He is a big part of our practice and craft.

He is a very kind deity, but he can push his practioners to be their best selves. He loves nature and agriculture. He likes shades of green, yellow, some browns, and blues.

Like with Gerðr, we'll take nature walks with him. We've offered him sea water, and we've also offered him coins because of his association with prosperity. Also due to this association, we did a good luck spell with him once.

He has a very rich mythology and history, and he is very cool and fun to work with. He can be "quiet" sometimes. For instance, he may not answer questions through tarot unless you word them exactly as you mean. He also might not give as many cards as a "chattier" deity such as Loki.

As always, if we get anything wrong, please let us know nicely! If you have any questions, feel free to ask!!

For further reading, feel free to view this article. Always remember to take things with a skeptical eye and cross reference, but the article has a lot of good information.

[the-sparkling--diamond]

everything to win - 5

poe dameron x black! female oc

warnings: alcohol consumption, mention of arranged marriage

word count: 930

The cantina was packed. Poe had grabbed Cerria's hand as soon as they entered, helping guide her through the crowd of partiers and mourners alike. By some stroke of luck, he managed to find an empty booth. As she sat, Cerria unzipped her flight suit a bit, trying to get the fabric away from her neck.

"It suits you, you know," Poe hummed.

"Hm?"

"The suit," he nodded at the garment.

"Oh. Thanks. I never really thought orange was my color," she joked.

Poe smiled, "Well, it is now." He scanned the cantina, noting that the crowd was only going. "I'm gonna order our drinks before it gets too packed to walk. What do you want?"

"I'll uh...just whatever you're having is fine, thank you," she said, watching him walk off.

Cerria raised her eyebrows as Poe sat the cup of bright blue liquid in front of her.

"What, never had spotchka?" Poe joked as he sat down across from her.

Cerria shook her head. "I've had alcohol before, don't get me wrong. But when you're royalty, there's a standard you have to maintain. Certain things you can't do. Drinking spotchka is one of them." She giggled a bit before sarcastically saying, "It's beneath us."

Poe nearly snorted. "What else is beneath you then, princess?"

"Romance," she shrugged. She paused, taking a sip of her drink. It took everything in her to not make a face at the taste. "Don't get me wrong, I've seen guys...and girls...well, I guess people in general really, that I'm attracted to, but I've never dated or anything."

"That's a shame," Poe hummed, sipping his own drink.

"Maybe. Worked out fine for my parents though. They fell in love after their marriage was arranged."

"Is that what you're gonna have?"

Cerria nodded, holding up her left hand. The intricate gold ring sparkling in the light. Poe took her hand, looking at the ring as she spoke, "Never even met the guy, but at least I got a nice ring out of it."

The ring was gorgeous. It had a stunning central diamond, and leaf detailing on the thin gold band. "He's definitely got a good eye," Poe muttered.

Cerria scoffed, "Oh please. I picked this out. He just bought it. You know, I actually was supposed to meet him for the first time the other day," she paused, admitting, "That's part of the reason why I stayed."

"Can't get married if you aren't even on the planet," Poe joked, letting go of her hand.

"Exactly! You get it," Cerria laughed. "I guess as long as I get to plan my wedding, it won't be so bad."

Poe snorted, taking a long sip of spotchka, "You gonna invite me?"

"You know what," Cerria grinned, "I think I have the perfect spot for you. You could be my flower girl." The two dissolved into a fit of giggles.

Jess suddenly slid into the booth, "I practically had to fight my way over here." Two more people quickly joined them, also squeezing into the booth. Cerria recognized one as Snap, but there was a blonde woman with brown skin slightly lighter than her own that she didn't know.

Cerria reached across the table, offering her hand, "Cerria. I don't believe we've met."

The woman grinned and shook her hand, "Not yet, but I've heard plenty about you. I'm Karé Kun."

"Yeah, Poe was telling us all about you," Snap said, wrapping his arm around Karé's shoulders.

Jessika chimed in before Cerria had the chance to respond, "What are the odds we'd have two princesses in the Resistance?"

The group talked for hours, drinking and laughing like they had no cares in the world. Even though it was her first time really talking with the group, Cerria felt right at home. It was the wee hours of the morning when Snap and Karé left, soon followed by Jessika. Their drinks had been emptied and paid for long ago. As the cantina started to empty, Cerria stood. "I should get to bed," she said, giving Poe a tired smile, "It's been a long day."

"Come on. I'll walk with you."

The stars in the night sky sparkled above them as they walked. Poe glanced over at Cerria, noting how the glow from the moon highlighted her features. She looked positively ethereal in the light. "I'm really glad you joined us," he couldn't help but say.

"I may be a princess, but I'm not so pretentious that I'll turn down a night out at the cantina," Cerria teased.

He rolled his eyes playfully, nudging her shoulder. "That's not what I meant. I'm glad you joined the Resistance."

"Me too...it feels...right," Cerria noted. The halls of the base were empty and quiet. Their footsteps echoed as they walked.

Poe nodded in agreement, "You fit right in. You've already made friends and everything."

That made Cerria pause. She'd never had a real friend before. It wasn't like she was some damsel in distress being hidden away in an isolated tower somewhere, she just never had the opportunity to socialize with people her age. "Friends," she mused.

"Well...yeah," he glanced at her, raising an eyebrow in a teasing way, "You do know what friends are, don't you? Or is that beneath you like spotchka?"

"Shut up," she laughed. "It's just new." They stopped as they reached the door to her room.

Poe leaned against the wall, "Get used to it. People are gonna love you." He nodded towards her room, "It's late. I'll let you get some sleep."

"Goodnight, Poe," Cerria smiled.

"Goodnight, princess."

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RICK PRIME'S BIRTHDAY EVENT || Selectively accepting !

@mcltiples sent:

Normally Rick would've chosen to spend this particular day alone. Since, well, no one else seemed interested in celebrating with him. He didn't have many friends. At least, up until recently.

It was a habit now to just portal into the other's hideout. Unannounced and walking in as if he owned the place. It's just how he was. And his counterpart was the same.

Sliding up next to the workstation, he plopped down a twelve pack of beer onto the surface. Directly in the other's line of sight. As if he were tempting the other to stop whatever it was he was doing.

"Before you get any funny ideas, I'm not going to say anything weird and I'm not wasted," He chuckled. Their last encounter was a blur, but he remembered what he had said far too clearly. "I just want to share a drink with the worst guy I know,"

The words were lighthearted as he took one of the cans and opened it up. "I'm not sure if birthdays are your thing, but, if it's not, we're just doing a hang out, and if it is your thing -- happy birthday."

As he said those two words, those bright blue eyes of his sparkled in a certain way. A certain emotion that he would keep locked away. For now, at least.

{ To your Weird Rick from my Weird Rick xD }

For once, Rick had been expecting his counterpart's unannounced visit. He had guessed that the other would have paid him a visit, considering what day it was, and maybe he had even been hoping for it.

Of course, he would have ever admitted that last part, not even to himself. However, after what had passed between them on Thanksgiving, he felt a little freer to crave his mirror image's company. They were...friends, sort of, now, weren't they? And there was nothing weird in wanting to spend some time with a friend.

Never mind all the other feelings and thoughts he had. About his counterpart, but also about them.

It took him a conscious effort not to openly grin when the twelve-pack was set on his work desk and, especially, not to instantly look away from his project to put all his attention on his long awaited company. They had a silent agreement about what should not be acknowledged, after all. And that also went for too explicit or revealing reactions.

...Did they?

The doubt bounced around his mind for a few moments at the mention of that night, confused and caught of guard, and perhaps a little anxious too, but he forced himself to stomp his inner turmoil down. Better to let it slide and pretend it hadn't happened. It was easier and more fitting for them.

And it was safer.

"Oh, aren't you sweet," he teased, lifting his gaze to finally look at his counterpart. The words held not real malice or mockery, but were instead fully good-natured. "Stopping by just to see me. And fully sober. I should mark this date on the calendar!"

And who knows whatever reasons to secretly remember that day he would have by the the end of the night. They might both be fully sober now, but that wasn't going to last. He knew from experience by now.

Were birthdays his thing? Good question. He had never thought about it, not seriously. It was an excuse for him to indulge in his own whims even more than he usually did, but there had never been anything more to it. As for how it used to be in his old life...That was something he preferred not to think about.

However, maybe, for this once, he could have decided that birthdays were his thing. Just to get to celebrate their shared one with this man.

Swiftly, he stood up from his chair, leaning forward into his counterpart's personal space. He made sure that their bodies didn't touch at all, even if their faces were so close that they could feel each other's breaths against their skin.

"I believe we still have a couple of movies to watch on our list," he went on with a hum, easily dislodging two bottles from the package with one hand. "Soooo...let's hang out."

He handed one of the beers to his other self and offered his own for a toast.

"Happy birthday. To us."

And if that last two words could have more than one meaning, he would pretend to be completely unaware of what they might have implied.