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feetinthewaves · 4 months
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Swimwear Season - Laura Freigang
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Summary : You finally teach Laura how to surf (I don't actually know how to surf so this is not a reliable guide but i do love the sea and spend all my time in it !!"
Warning !! This is nothing like what i normally write !! I have never written anything like this before so feedback is encouraged and let me know if you wanna see more or if I should just quit while I'm ahead !!
The sound of Laura's alarm going off brought you out of your sleep, only to notice the blonde laying on top of you made no effort to move and turn her alarm off. After turning her alarm off for her, you decided that getting up and starting the day by yourself whilst she continued to sleep was probably your best option, the blonde had never been a fan of mornings.
"y/n/n" She grumbled, obviously disagreeing with your plans as she felt you wriggle out from underneath her, "Schatz, please just 5 more minutes"
Giggling you continue to get up, leaving the room. The small cottage you were staying in was gorgeous, like Laura you thought. Turing on the stove, you began to cook you and Laura porridge, the same meal you had eaten for breakfast every morning before a day in the sea, ever since you were a kid. Laura knew of your love for the sea and joined you on trips to visit it every chance she got. And thats why today, to repay here, you were finally gonna teach her how to surf. Laura had been nagging you since before you had even gotten together to teach her, you had just never found the time. But today was going to be different.
Oats of the porridge finally softened, you began putting it in the respective bowls. With bananas, strawberries, 2 squares of chocolate, and a sprinkle of sugar, (same as when you were a kid).
Just as you placed the bowls on the table the blonde finally emerged from the small room in just one of your t-shirts on her that was far too long. Side by side you sat, thighs touching under the table, laughing about your day, until you'd both eaten as much as you could of the porridge, placing the bowls in the sink filled with water, letting them soak.
"y/n? What are you doing?" she asked as she noticed you packing her wetsuit as well, Laura normally opting to sit on the shore capturing your antics in the sea with whatever camera she was sporting around her neck.
"packing your wetsuit?" You answered like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Well yes i can see that sonnenschein but why?"
"Because we're going surfing?" You watched as her face dropped with disbelief.
"Really? Are you actually gonna teach me? Because normally you just say you are and then you never do, we never actually make it to the beach normally-"
"Schatz. I'm going to teach you this time I promise." You watched as her face lit up, before she buried it in your neck as she held you tight.
"Thank you liebling" She mumbles into your hair, feeling your chest rise up and down with laughter.
By the time you actually made it to the beach it was about 11am, so the little cafe on the beach was finally open, Laura buying both you and her an iced coffee claiming that you were gonna need it for the energy. Laura didn't own a board and you really didn't want to rent one cause of how expensive it would be, opting to let her borrow yours, explaining to her that it would be fine due to her only being one inch shorter than you. Luckily there was only one other surfer in the water, so you only briefly explained to the blonde the etiquette of surfers owning waves and riding them one at a time. The german slowly became eager to get into the water rushing your explanations of what to do. Meaning that as you both began to walk towards the water, you forgot to mention one slight thing.
The coldness of the English sea.
You watched as the blonde squealed as it hit her feet, you choosing to just run and dive under, popping right back up claiming to the german forward that it wasn't as cold when she fully dunked herself. Even after refusing to dunk herself due to the cold, Laura soon found herself under the water after being wiped out by a wave, you just diving under it. By the time she stands back up you're loosing it, doubling over with laughter at the fact her hair was all messed up.
3 hours had passed by the time Laura had managed to pull herself into a standing position while riding a wave, falling straight off afterwards and claiming she wanted to go back to the cottage. after helping her strip off her wetsuit and wrapping her up in a towel and leaving her to sit in the passenger seat, you stripped off your own wetsuit, got changed and got in the drivers side. Smiling at the blonde before starting the car and beginning the drive back. Not before she whispers a small "thank you", placing her hand on your thigh as you drive. Happy to of gotten to share one of the things you love most with her.
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spicy-cucumber-salad · 2 months
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Has this been done yet
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sharkysherbetz · 5 months
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Sorry about the lack of new art lately I've been sick
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rockcat2112 · 5 months
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FUCK YOU
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MAKES YOUR KETCHUP SEE-THROUGH Trans Ketchup! Trans Ketchup! It's gender fluid and it's beautifully homoerotic <3
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literallyjusttoa · 10 months
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I was gonna do it. I was gonna finally sit down and read through my direct translation of the Iliad. And now I can’t FUCKING FIND IT
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tilebytiles · 2 months
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giggling and kicking my feet over a 38 year old man ……… i think i need something stronger than therapy
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olivenight17 · 11 months
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Well, uh, it’s been a while, hi! So, maybe the lil caption on my blog is a lie, I may still write just a little bit. Mostly for my pleasure though and not for requests, although I might open them back up if I revamp the fandoms. Anyways uh, have this cause the Lackadaisy fandom grabbed me by the throat and ran off with me. @a-libra-writes surprise! I’m the sugar baby anon. Lol hope you enjoy what feels like a bunch of headcanons tacked on in a one-shot fashion lol, Asa Sweet man.
Asa Sweet x GN!Reader
You enjoyed the life you had with Asa Sweet.
It was a comfortable one. Not oftentimes cozy, filled with the hazy, golden lights and constant chatter of the speakeasy. It’s where you spent most of your time, after all Asa liked seeing you having fun in clothes he bought you in a place he worked hard to create, even if he wasn’t always in the room himself. It was hard to pass up, the Marigold Room had become a hotspot nowadays, and there was always interesting conversation flowing from one person to another.
And you remembered distantly being in bed with him after a long night, his paw trailing over your tail, and hearing him mumble, “you make the lights shine that much brighter, darlin. Some nights get so unsavory, and then I see you in a booth or a chair, smiling with that brightness to you, makes it all disappear.” It was a touching sentiment, and with him being so soft about it, well, who were you to refuse him that bit of comfort?
He always seemed at ease with you, you had noticed. Not much ruffled his fur, visibly anyways, and he made sure to stand tall no matter who it was he was dealing with. Plenty of times you had sat with him on his lap with his arm steady around your waist as he laughed and talked with various patrons and investors over a game of poker or black-jack. He made sure to tuck you right against his chest, an extra, glittering accessory to add to his charisma and power while he cut deals and traded hands. To you it was nervewracking, while you weren’t quite aware of every bit of the under-belly of Asa’s business, you knew a threat when you heard one, and you’d heard many veiled in honeyed words thrown at him over a game and drink. You’d never even seen him so much as flinch at one, just that charming grin he wore in public as he passed his own threats back.
Maybe you were biased from all the nights you’d spent with him, but those sweet threats sounded a lot better coming from his mouth than his business partners. The grin on his face turned just a bit sharper, just a bit more dangerous, and he looked more like a lion than a regular cat.
Although, as enticing as the danger of that smile could be, you liked it best when it was just the two of you in his office late at night.
“You don’t have to stay with me for this. I know it gets boring,” he told you every time you offered to stay. It could have been just because he wanted to be a gentleman, or because he wanted to keep you at arms length from any important information. You never really knew.
But you smiled up at him all the same and placed a paw on his suit. “What, and miss some time alone with you? Perish the thought, Mister.” You responded playfully back at him, a determined glint in your eye. Plus, he rarely refused you anything, and he craved the softness of your company most of all.
So, you were sat back on his lap, straddling his thigh in a bit more improper manner now that it was just the two of you. Most of all, you just liked taking the time to observe him in moments like these. The act he put on for others disappeared, melting into something a bit more real, less of a figure larger than life, and more like someone you could grasp onto. The smile on his face had gone into a more concentrated frown as he studied the papers in front of him(He was careful, he never handled paperwork that was overly sensitive when you were around, both for your safety and his comfort). His tie was loosened, courtesy of you and he gave you a gentle kiss as a reward, and his shirt held a few more wrinkles from the stresses of the day. His shoulders were hunched over his desk, tired after the constant meetings, and he always rubbed at his forehead with a quiet sigh when something was really perplexing him.
He looked like a man, not a terrifying gangster. Though you had seen both sides of him, it was the man who needed your attention the most, usually because he was never let out. Although there was a small glow of pride in your chest that you brought the man out of him the most. You were a good deal younger than him, and he was more than happy to show you places you’ve never been before. Fancy restaurants, shows in the theater, even allowing you the pleasure of opportunity to photograph yourself. You had managed to pull him into one of the photos once, he looked positively awkward and shocked in the picture, but you kept it anyways. It was a nice momento, and you smiled at the memory.
You sat back against his chest with a little sigh, letting his scent fill your nose. Soft and sweet, with the powdered grit of his cigar smoke tangling with it in the perfect combination. It was hard to catch it in the speakeasy with all the drinks and cigars everyone else was having pouring into your nose. But you liked his scent, it was masculine without being completely overwhelming like most men could be.
“Gettin tired, darlin? I can call you a car to take you back,” Asa’s voice drifted into your ear. It was lower than usual with the quiet atmosphere of his office.
You shook your head, turning slightly to fiddle with his tie some more. “Just reminiscing is all,” you told him before chuckling lightly. There was more of a sparkle to your eye as you looked up at him. “Honestly if anyone should be tired it ought to be you. It’s not as draining to just be your ornament, Asa.”
That pulled a more sardonic smile to his lips and he shook his head, taking a puff of his cigar, and you watched as it curled around his nostrils like a dragon. “Yeah, well thank goodness for that, being so tired doesn’t suit you. You can leave that work all to me.” The arm he had around your hips tightened as his golden gaze flicked over to you.
You just let out a hum, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his face. “Leaves me the work of having to drag you to a bed and make sure you get some rest though, which I’d argue is harder,” you pointed out teasingly.
That got a chuckle out of him, and the sound rumbled in his chest against your back. “Hardly, all you gotta do is bat your eyelashes and I am humbly at your mercy.”
“That works when I ask for a new hat, not when I need to drag you from your desk at five in the morning. Clearly, you’ve never had to deal with yourself in peak work mode.” You huffed jokingly with crossed arms, though you couldn’t fight the smile crawling onto your face as he pulled you even closer against him.
His head dipped down to nuzzle against your cheek, then pressing into your neck, and you could feel the way he smiled at the resounding purr you gave him at the contact. “That’s what I have you for, honey. I appreciate you, you know I do. Unless this is your way of saying I need to show it a little more.” His breath ghosted along the fur of your neck, and he laughed at the flustered noise you made from it, pulling away to take another puff from his cigar.
You whined his name with a pout on your lips. Your arms crossed and you continued giving him a disapproving glare until he shook his head with an amused smile, leaning down again to press his lips to yours. The kiss was longer than the gentle peck he had given you earlier, and you could feel the smoke unfurling from his mouth and into yours, giving an even more heady sensation. His smoke was the only kind you could stand entering into your lungs, although the nicotine itself wasn’t quite what you were addicted to. Your eyes closed, and you pressed closer for more as you kissed him back. His lips were always so soft against yours, there was never a time where he didn’t treat you delicately, and he tasted as sweet as the candy he kept around on his desk.
You laughed into the kiss as an idea crossed your mind, and you snuck your paw into his inner coat pocket, grabbing a candy out of it as you pulled away. He kept some hidden there in the offchance he came across a kid or two. It wasn’t like he went out of his way for children, but if one crossed his path and he liked their spirit, he tossed a candy their way, and you found the little habit cute.
He gave a disbelieving snort as he watched you pop it into your mouth, and you simply grinned back at him. “You have your addictions, I have mine.” You shrugged nonchalantly, settling your head back against his chest. Your eyes flicked to the clock, it was getting late. Just late enough that you would have to start performing your duty of getting him to bed. “Although if you’re gonna tease me so much, maybe I will need you to show your appreciation more.” Your tail flicked up and across his lap, settling over his other thigh, and you grinned more at the little cough he made. Yet another habit of his, hiding when he thought he was more interested in something than he should be.
“All you need to do is ask, but you’re gonna have to ask me nicely. Think you can do that?” His perfectly manicured claw reached out to tilt your chin upwards, having you look into his eyes.
You could find yourself lost in those golden pools if you tried hard enough. Even so, you relented, sitting up a little more and adjusting yourself in his lap to face him more head on. Conveniently, your figure blocked the view of his mountain of papers, and he merely leaned back to enjoy the image before him. “Please, Asa? It’d be the gentlemanly thing to do to escort me personally to bed, and you’ll already be there so you might as well stay, and I sleep a lot better next to you.” Your tone was light with a practiced softness to it as your fingers trailed up through his fur gently. You’d learned quickly how to pitch your voice in just the right way to convince him of things when you needed to, whether it was to pull him from work or otherwise, it just slowly became part of what you had to do.
He looked you over for a moment longer, head leaning in slightly to the way your fingers brushed at his soft fur with a rumbling purr before he sighed. For a moment he looked older and more weary, but it was gone as soon as it came as he smiled down at you. “Alright, it’s getting unfair how good you are at persuading me, you know.” He gently ushered you off of his lap, and there was a resounding pop as he stretched his back out.
Mindlessly, he gathered his papers into as neat a pile as he could manage for his energy levels, before he shuffled over to grab your coat, taking care to slide it along your arms and up your shoulders. “Although, I bet you’d feel a lot comfier in my bed than yours, darlin. It’s bigger and you’ve already left your night clothes on my floor anyways.” He chuckled at the way your fur bushed up in embarassment at the comment, and he straightened to grab his own coat onto his body. “Just a suggestion, I’ll happily make sure you get to a bed either way, just name the place.”
You shook your head with a grin at his words, but did consider his offer as he finished putting his coat on, grabbing at his hat and briefcase next. Well, it couldn’t be helped, and secretly you did have a bigger preference for his bed given how much softer it was, the springs didn’t poke into your back as much. “Well, it’d be cruel to make you drive so far out of the way to my place when yours is a lot closer by. It defeats the whole purpose of getting you to sleep if you’re kept awake that long anyways.” You slipped your arm into his as he extended it out to you, and pressed yourself tight against him. “So, if you’re offering your place, I certainly won’t refuse.”
“Anything you want, you get. How can I deny a pretty little thing like you?” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and you couldn’t help but smile more at the affection as he led you out of his office, locking the door behind him.
The relationship between the two of you was just meant to be an arrangment, a transaction of enjoyment for money. But Asa liked mixing his business with pleasure, and through the time you spent with him, you found yourself enjoying his company outside of what he paid you.
You didn’t find yourself wishing it to end any time soon.
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frog-0n-a-l0g · 6 months
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‼️Summit shit‼️
Omg sh was LITERALLY IN THE ROOM WHERE IT HAPPEND.
Ok but if they know what happened what then? WAITEAITWAITWAITFUCKWAIT
BENNET and the prince heard them move smth??? They knew someone was in there. And Ik that sneaks is one of the best in their field but they also said that vamps have better detection then wolves(I think). And Milo can still feel the slight traces of their aura and he’s a shifter. That might be bc it’s amplified bc their mates but it can also be bc werewolves are good detectors.
And if he can sense them then a vamp can. So if the vamp know there’s someone ease dropping on them while talking abt starting the inversion and closeknit shit that is VERY MUCH CLASSIFIED. What would they do to them??? Omg I’m planing on a brawl in the next vid
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feetinthewaves · 5 months
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I think we both knew
I wrote this with a bunch of stuff I found on pinterest... its loooooooong...anyways.
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I think you're my person,
But I don't think I'm yours.
I hate that I still think you're a good person,
and our little stupid conversations mean more to me than you think.
But how can we speak?
When I have no voice, and you have no ears?
It kills me to imagine you with someone else,
But I shouldn't be jealous,
You aren't mine.
Sometimes I sit and think about what I look like in your eyes.
I wonder if you ever stop everything you're doing when you think of me.
I do.
I still repeat the things you said to me in my head,
And I wonder what goes through your mind when someone mentions my name to you.
One day you're nice to me,
But the next day I don't even exist to you,
There we go with your mixed signals and my overthinking.
I wonder if we ever overthink eachother at the same time?
However I doubt it.
And it's not fair that I'm still thinking of you and you probably havent even stopped to think of me at all.
I think you're my person,
But I'm not sure I'm yours.
I realised that the more you hide your feelings for someone,
The more you fall for them.
You have no idea how badly I want your name to light up my phone.
Why regret something you once wanted?
Am I that easy to forget?
My biggest mistake was NEVER falling for you,
It was thinking that you had fully fallen for me too.
Why can't you just tell me what you feel,
Because the way you act is confusing me.
I hope one day I'll pop up in your head, and you'll think,
"I shouldn't of let her go"
I want you to know,
But I don't want to tell you.
I need to let go of this false hope,
That you'll change your mind,
and come back to me.
I know you're my person,
But maybe I could be yours.
We're closer now,
But not in the way I'd like.
But not in the way I think you would like.
We play dumb but we know exactly what we are doing.
I don't know really why I am still hoping.
And although we never said it to eachother,
I think we both knew.
Atleast everyone else seemed too.
I know you're my person,
But I hope I am yours too.
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maxinfactoid · 3 months
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MY FRIEND THOUGHT SHAPEY WAS STEWIE.
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fipindustries · 4 months
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im just going to have to cope with these kinds of eyesores the entire fucking manga wont i?
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rockcat2112 · 7 months
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In the future, gas giants can be settled, as such there have been new techniques of movement developed.
For example there is one said to be effective, but strains your bottom.
It's called:
A Pro Leaps of Uranus.
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muffledexplosion162 · 6 months
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I was looking through my old sketchbook and found this
THIS ABOMINATION IS SUPPOSED TO BE A HORSE
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breadthecat · 2 years
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AvA pop figure concept
I’m sorry
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yesloulou · 24 days
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Ok did I just buy 18 strawberries for $6.99 what’s going on with these grocery prices…..
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citrusinicake · 9 months
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i was busy and haven't had time to visit tumblr
whY is it genuinely turning into twitter
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