#I’m going absolutely out of my fucken mind

[jeonqbunny]

sounds like denial

megumi fushiguro x reader smut ♡

summary: megumi & you never got along as roommates, until one day you found him using your panties to get himself off.

content warning: dom!megumi x sub!f!reader, degradation, pussy slapping, choking, cnc if you squint, edging, use of petnames (slut, whore, good girl) MEGUMI IS AGED UP!

word count: 3.7k

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!

megumi fushiguro was the absolute bane of your existence. his cold shoulder was one that made you fume with anger. he was a neat freak, constantly moving your items from the place where you had left them to leave you frantically searching for them in your time of needing them.

“megumi– i swear to god if you move my keys again, i will strangle you.” you growled under your breath as you snatched them out of the top drawer in your shared kitchen. he shrugged, not paying much mind to your anger as it didn’t intimidate him like you thought it did. his spiky raven locks fell into his face when he snapped his head to look at you scurrying out of the kitchen and heading towards the front door.

“yeah yeah ye– wait, where are you going? don’t you have something better to do? like y’know.. study for your finals?” he crossed his arms over his chest, his dark blue orbs burning holes into your skin. you reached up to tug at your hair in annoyance, shooting back the same glare he gave you.

“god, is what i do really any of your business megumi? you’re my roommate, not my fucken dad.” you spat, adjusting your stance as you rested against the door frame. “you’re in a pissy ass mood and i’m not having it. if you’re gonna go, just go.” he barked back, a hint of annoyance coating his words. kicking his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, he rested his arms behind his head as his eyes closed as if to instigate some more.

he tried his very best to act nonchalant, but you were genuinely striking a nerve at this point. normally, as much as he hated to admit it, he did enjoy getting a rise out of you, but only when it really benefited him. and right now, you weren’t benefiting him in the slightest.

you swallowed thickly, biting back the venom that your thoughts threatened to spit at him. you let out a scoff, pivoting on your foot to leave the apartment dramatically. you had a meeting with your teacher to go over your exams, and no thanks to megumi, you were now running late. when megumi heard the door click shut, one of his eyes opened to the side as if to make sure you were really gone.

he hesitantly stood to his feet, a thought weighing on his mind as he lugged himself to his bedroom. he threw himself onto his plush mattress, a small ‘squeak’ sounding from the extra weight added to the wooden bedframe. he let a soft sigh fall from his pretty lips, his eyes closing once again as he tried to gather his thoughts

suddenly, memories of his friends constantly teasing him about his supposed crush on you filled his mind. it angered him to think about, there was no way in hell he would ever find you, of all people, attractive. at least that’s what he told himself every time he took a huff of your panties while fisting his throbbing, leaky dick.

the view of you walking around the house in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear began flooding his mind, his member stiffening and straining against the fabric of his sweats. the way your hips swayed with every step you took, the moans he would hear coming from your room late at night when you felt lonely. god, he wished he was the one to make you moan so prettily like that.

his hand ghosted along the expanse of his toned abdomen, slipping under the waistband of his sweats to palm at his needy cock. a whine bubbled in his throat, his hips gyrating forward into his hand to cause more friction. his hand shot over to his nightstand, haphazardly tugging the drawer open before stirring around his belongings. that’s when he felt it, the fabric of a fresh pair of your panties he stole from your dirty laundry hamper the night before.

he gripped it in his clutch tightly, slamming the drawer shut before sniffing them. a wanton groan fell from his throat, his eyes closing tightly as he inhaled your scent. his hand moved against his cock faster, pants and moans of your name filling the air as he continued his more than sinful ministrations.

the lustrous fabric of his boxers decorated with precum became increasingly more annoying, causing him to huff in frustration before tugging his pants and boxers down. he sighed in relief when his needy dick sprung free, the tip flushed a shade of angry red as his precum dribbled down his shaft to his balls.

a pang of guilt filled his chest as he began to fist the tip of his cock, his thumb brushing over his aching slit. he used his precum as lube, a loud squelching sound following each swift stroke of his hand. he ran his tongue along the fabric of the panties where your pussy would sit, shivering in ecstasy as his head flopped back in pleasure. “i’m so sorry y/n.. i– i’m so sorry..” he whimpered under his breath, gripping his member tighter and thrusting it into his hand.

he felt this climax approaching rapidly, the scent of your pussy lingering on the panties he was lapping at so desperately. the knot tightening in his abdomen and threatening to burst at any moment, and just as he was right about to finish.. he heard his door slowly creak open as you began to talk.

“sorry for wh– oh. oh my god?” there you stood, looking like a deer in headlights as you took in what laid in front of you. you chortled in shock, your palm smacking your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to come out. you didn’t really know what to say or do at this point, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you stood there, entirely unable to move as it all processed.

those were your panties, a pair you’ve been trying to find for a hot minute, in fact. megumi ceased his movements all together, scrambling to try and pull his pants over his hips as he tossed the panties to the side in an attempt to hide them. but it was already too late, he had been busted jerking off with your panties pressed to his face. his cheeks were just as red as yours, the both of you exchanging a look of ‘what the fuck’ for a brief moment before you padded over to sit on the edge of his bed.

“that’s literally humiliating, i would not want to be in your shoes right now.” you mocked, a toothy grin growing on your face as you watched his chest heave in anxiety. he didn’t know what to say or do, wanting nothing more than to just disappear from existence in that moment. “shut the fuck up oh my god. just– just get out!” stammering, he sat up in bed and huffed at you in exasperation. this only caused you to giggle under your breath, shaking your head gently as you slide your hand up the length of his leg before reaching the erection twitching in his sweats.

“well you started, might as well finish it.” your head was spinning in confusion, you never in a million years would have thought that megumi saw you like that. you were palming at his erection teasingly before his hand flung down and gripped your wrist tightly. you gasped, slightly taken aback, your eyes flickered into his with confusion written all over your expression.

he wasted no time in pushing you to your back, crawling on top of you before he made the decision to let go of your wrist. “listen, if you think that i’m actually attracted to you, you’re–” you cut him off swiftly, letting out a scoff and smirking at him. “oh, so you only find me attractive enough to sniff my panties while getting yourself off?” you retorted, your head tilting to the side as his body caged you in. “sounds like denial to me, ‘gumi.”

this only provoked him further, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration before looping his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and yanking them off with little to no effort. you shrieked, squirming to escape his grasp as you began to protest. “stop bein’ stupid and let me go, you asshole!” you whined, your body writhing underneath him only stroking his newfound ego all the more.

“oh, so your little pussy soaking your panties means you don’t want this? sounds like denial to me.” he snapped back like a rubber band, a cocky smirk gracing his glossy lips as he looked down at you. you rolled your eyes, a slight pout forming on your lips as your legs quivered. his hand reached in between your legs, pressing two fingers against the outline of your soaking wet folds through the panties. he didn’t expect you to give in so easily, but it didn’t exactly surprise him, either.

he rubbed up and down your aching slit with two of his fingers, entirely neglecting your swollen clit as if to tease you even more. you struggled a bit more, bucking your hips on his fingers for at least some stimulation on your swollen nub. he tsked, leaving a harsh smack on your sloppy cunt before rubbing his palm against it to soothe the sting. “you’re such an annoying slut, even in bed.” he husked out, his steel blue eyes eating up the way the thin fabric of your panties stuck to your pussy.

you mumbled out a small ‘sorry’ as you bucked your hips forward, in urgent need to get your pussy touched by him again. “not so hard, now is it? i just knew you were a cock hungry whore, scampering around the house in your dirty little panties to tease me..” he trailed off, two of his digits ghosting over your clit. “just admit it, you need me to fuck you.”

“i hate you.” you hissed back, your eyebrows furrowing in anger from the way he teased you. he pulled his fingers away, throwing a glare your way before shaking his head. “nah, i don’t think you do, y/n.” he cooed, his fingers running along the edge of your panties to provoke you further. “but i could make you hate me, if that’s what you want.” he snickered, his eyes darting between your angry expression and your throbbing core.

“fuck you, disrespectfully.” you still tried to show even an ounce of control, but deep down you wanted him. you knew it, and he did too. “so that’s how you like it?” he asked in a low grumble, slowly sliding your panties down your plump thighs. his gaze never left yours, your panties now hanging loosely at your ankles before you kicked them off to the end of the bed. 

megumi felt his breath catch in his throat from the sight of your leaky cunt, swallowing thickly, causing his adam’s apple to bob in its wake. he visibly shuddered in excitement when he finally made contact with your bare heat, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip in concentration as he swiped the pad of his thumb over your clit.

you let out a whiny yelp, reaching up to grip his shoulder as he continued pleasuring you. his chest was swelling with pride at this point, his pretty blue eyes fluttering closed as he felt your grip tighten with every movement of his finger. “such a pretty pussy.. i wanna taste it..” he groaned, his eyes snapping open to look at the way your arousal dripped down to your ass and onto the bed sheets below.

“i thought you said you weren’t attracted to me.” you snorted, batting your eyelashes at him with a knowing smile pulling at your lips. with this, megumi wasted no time in grabbing your panties and shoving them into your mouth. “do you ever shut your whorish mouth up or what?” he shoved them further into your mouth, causing you to gag and whine. the sight of you choking on your own panties made his cock twitch in his pants, a dark stain bleeding through his gray sweats.

“doesn’t feel so nice does it? choking on your panties, and you still need more. now you really understand how i felt.” still rubbing quick circles on your aching clit, his other hand gripped your inner thigh, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin and holding your legs open with ease.

“can’t say much now, can you?” your reactions amused him, his thumb never relenting from the pace he set on it. he reached up with his spare hand, spitting on his middle and index finger before swiping them against the edge of your needy little hole. he pushed them in slowly, his forearm tensing up from the way you gripped onto his digits.

“fuck, you’re so mmnhh– tight. for a greedy slut, that is.” he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat, his jaw falling slack as he watched his fingers slip in and out with a loud ‘squelch.’ you mewled at the feeling of his fingers sliding against your gummy walls, your eyes closing tightly as a sheer coat of sweat started to grow on your forehead. “please ‘gumi.. please fuck me.” you cried out, your syllables breaking with every thrust of his fingers.

the sight was absolutely marvelous from megumi’s point of view. the way your lips parted, your legs trembling and the way your eyes slammed shut in pleasure as he ravaged your insides with his fingers, fuck it was all almost too much for him to handle. he was finally able to put you in your place after months of torture with your bratty and unbearable attitude. 

“now you’re begging, such a good little whore.” he chimed, his fingers curling upwards into your g-spot, his wrist moving back and forth rapidly. your body tensed up, your hands gripping the sheets below you until your knuckles turned a pearly shade of white. “i’m so close.. i’m so close.. please..” you sobbed, your hips lifting off the mattress to match the thrust of his fingers.

megumi halted his movements, watching you writhe and cry from your orgasm fizzling away. “you’re not gonna get to cum that easily, sweetheart. you gotta work for it. you can do that for me can’t you, slut?”  he chuckled deviously, his fingers moving inside of you once again, you immediately clenched around his fingers, that familiar feeling building in your tummy again.

“gonna cu–” you were immediately cut off, his fingers pulling all the way out and leaving you empty. you squealed in displeasure, a flood of frustration filling your veins as your hips stuttered forward in a desperate endeavor to reach an orgasm. megumi tsked again, biting the inside of his cheek briefly before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your clit. 

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum. eventually.” he goaded, running the tip of his tongue up your slit to lap at your juices. this elicited a blissful groan from megumi, his tongue diving into your throbbing hole and licking upwards to gather more of your slick. your hands shot down to tangle in his jett black hair and pull him closer to your pussy, your moans unwavering as he slurped up your cunt like his last meal.

“me– megumi!” you gasped, your thighs slamming closed around his head. he removed his tongue from inside your cunt, licking up your folds to your clit and sucking it into his mouth. he swiftly pulled your thighs apart, pinning them down to the mattress as he continued to suck your clit hungrily, his tongue sliding against it. your eyes rolled into your skull, your head falling backwards onto his silken pillows. “i’m– fuck. i’m gonna cum.” you choked out, your voice muffled from the panties in your mouth as your fingers grasped at his hair tighter, your hips grinding against his lips.

he let out a hum of approval, the vibrations of his voice shooting through your mound as you squeaked out in pleasure. your long awaited orgasm finally crashed over you, your back arching off the bed and your legs trembling as your tight walls pulsated and fluttered continuously. megumi collected your cum on his tongue, swallowing down every last drop that dripped from your pleasure-ridden cunt.

your chest heaved as you finished riding out your high, looking down to find megumi already slipping his painfully hard cock out of his sweats. “your pussy tastes better than i could have imagined, the panties didn’t do you nearly enough justice.” he said, his voice laced with pure and utter arousal. he gently plucked the panties from your mouth, shooting you a devilish smirk. you whined, your head falling back again as he pressed the tip to your entrance.

“now it’s my turn, greedy slut.” he pushed the tip in, your walls struggling to accommodate his length as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. he trembled, taking a deep breath through gritted teeth as he pushed in to fill you up to the hilt. you shrieked, a sting shooting through your inner walls from the sudden stretch. you reached upwards, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold yourself together while you adjusted to his size.

he remained still, his patience running thin as he felt your hot gummy walls coil around his cock. “i’m gonna move now, so be the good little slut you are and take it.” he growled, reaching up with one of his hands to grip your chin firmly. he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, letting your slick cum coat his dick entirely before setting a pace.

his hips slammed into you ruthlessly, the bulbous tip of his cock grazing over all of your sweet spots with every thrust of his hips. he fucked you like his life depended on it, he’d rather die than have to stop fucking you. months of fantasizing about your tight pussy, and he was finally getting it.

your cum from your previous orgasm splattered with every harsh thrust into your pussy. still reeling from the way your walls gripped him like a vice, megumi let out a strained moan and slammed his eyes shut tightly. his hand slid down your chin to your neck, squeezing the sides lightly while his other hand grazed your hardened nipples through your shirt.

“i want this off, wanna see how pretty your tits look when they bounce.” he grumbled, his hand getting closer to the hem of your shirt to pull it over your chest. he gasped slightly, his eyes drinking up every curve of your breasts before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking softly. you wiggled underneath him, the sensitivity making your head feel like it was going to explode. he pulled off your sensitive bud with a subtle ‘pop’, his dark eyes finding yours to send you a threatening glance. you immediately knew what it was for, trying your best to hold still as you clamped down on the cock that was currently splitting you open. 

“that’s more like it, good girl.” he praised with a hum, running his slick hot tongue across your nipple again before sucking it between his lips. he drifted the hand that was gripping your neck tightly down to your other breast, kneading at the flesh. his hips began to stutter from the way your gummy wet walls clenched around him, an exasperated huff coming from his chest.

you could tell he was getting close from the way his manhood twitched inside of you, and you really weren’t far behind him. “i– i’m gonna cum ‘gumi.. ‘m so close..” whimpering and moaning, megumi rutted his hips into you faster. a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as he looked down at you all fucked out on his cock.

“i– fuck. i’m close too. go ahead and cum for me, slut.” he permissed harshly, his hand gripping your tit tighter as he felt you unravel around him. your second orgasm hit you like a truck, your head light and spinny as it rolled to the side. sobs and moans tore through your throat, pleads of his name rolling off your tongue as your slick absolutely drenched his dick.

this threw megumi over the edge, gritting his teeth, his thrusts became a lot less calculated and a lot more sloppy. “gonna cum inside of you, make sure you really know your fucking place.” he mumbled in finality– his cock now pushed right against the entrance to your womb as he filled you up with his load.

you hissed, sucking in air through your teeth as you felt his hot cum paint your walls. megumi’s arms shook as he held himself up, choking back moans as he came down from his high. once you were both finished and panting, you looked at each other in a certain way that had you both holding back laughter.

he pulled his softening dick out of you, hurriedly getting up from the bed to grab a rag. “fuck fuck fuck such a mess.” he stammered, reaching you to wipe up the cum that was beginning to leak from your insides. you cackled breathlessly, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he cleaned you up, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

“you literally just came in me, and you’re worried about the mess?” provoking him in your fucked out state was the wrong idea. he laid another harsh smack on your clit, causing a loud shriek to rip out from your lungs. he smirked, swiping your leaking slit once more before tossing it in the dirty bin.

“you just became a slut for my cock and you already forgot how to speak to me?” he paused, sliding on a new pair of boxers as he looked down at you all sprawled out on his sheets. “i thought you were pretending to be stupid, but maybe you really are.” you scoffed, your hand gripping your chest in faux offense before speaking. “i hate you so much.” you mumbled, your lips forming into a small pout causing a throaty chuckle to bubble up in megumi’s chest. “i promise, i hate you more.”

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[nobody7102]

Family: Chapter 2

Pairing: Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw X Reader

Warnings: None

Callsign: Plum

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Chapter 1. Chapter 3

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The clock ticked away on the wall as Jake looked around the room. Eyeing Natasha, Bob, Mickey and Reuben before his eyes landed on Pete. “Alright Maverick, what the hell is going on?” Jake raised his arms “Something happened last night at Rooster and Plums place, no one will tell us anything and now we all get called here with no reason on our day off? You have to know something?”

Letting out a sigh, Pete moved to sit down. “Honestly… I really don't know, Cyclone called me and said to get the five of you here… he said someone called him and that Plum would explain” 

Furrowing his brows Jake shook his head “Well then where is she?”

Just as he finished his sentence, yelling could be heard down the hallway before the door to the room opened “Bradley you are supposed to be resting!” Y/N’s voice called out as Bradley stepped into the room.

“Baby I’m fine, it was a clean shot all the way through” he turned back to Y/N before motioning around the room “Look we’re here now, can we please just do whatever you said you needed to do?” As Bradley walked further into the room, everyone’s eyes widened seeing how even though his normal Hawaiian shirt, his left shoulder was wrapped, taking a seat between Pete and Jake. All the eyes then turned to Y/N, casting her eyes to the ground she locked the door before making her way to the front of the room. Looking fully at who was all there, Y/N’s mind drifted to the night before.

Leaning against the wall outside of Bradley’s hospital room, Y/N rubbed her temple as the line rang. “Come on… pick up” she grumbled.

“Hello” 

“I want in,” She quickly said. “What do you need me to do” 

Dom chuckled on the other side of the phone “Eager to get to it I see, I’ve got my team now you need to get one for you”

Y/N’s brows knitted “Dom I’ll be fine, jus-” “Y/N” He started “I wouldn’t be telling you to find a team if I didn’t mean it, this is a whole other level than stealing radios and DVD players” he sighed 

“Dom, I am not putting other people’s lives at risk!” she looked around after raising her voice before whispering “… someone came to my house last night asking about you” Y/N said firmly “whoever she was, that bitch shot my boyfriend” 

“She?” Dom questioned, not letting Y/N finished her explanation he continued “Find a team, then get here”

“How will I know where-” 

“It's summertime, where do you think we’ll be?”

Y/N took a deep sigh before opening her eyes “Last night, there were people who broke into Bradley and I’s house, and one of them shot Bradley” she watched as fear and anger flickered through the eyes of her fellow aviators “I need your guys help” she swallowed “All of you can absolutely say no, because what I’m about to ask of all of you is crazy and stupid…” she sighed “I had a friend… a family friend contacted Admiral Simpson, all of us other than Javy due to his deployment, have been granted time off…” she paused “If you choose to help me, I can not guarantee when this will be over, I can not guarantee your safety, and I can not guarantee that you will come back from this” her eyes closed as she finished her sentence. 

“Sounds like another day at the office” Natasha stood from her spot and walked up to Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder “Plum.” she started “You’re my wingman, whatever this is. You and I are gonna go at it together.”

“To the depths of hell” Bob stood.

Shaking his head with that signature Seresin smirk, Jake and Pete nodded to each other and stood “We’re in” he motioned to Pete.

Leaning forward in his chair Mickey smiled “An actual real like Top Secret Mission, abso-fucken-lutely I’m joining” 

Shaking his head Reuben sighed “If this dumbass is doing it” he clapped a hand on Mickey’s shoulder “I can’t let him be a dumbass alone” 

“So Baby” heads snapped to Rooster “What are we doing?” 

Y/N’s eyes softened upon seeing how willing her friends were to help her without even knowing what they were signing up for. “How do all of you feel about LA?” 

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Adjusting her rearview mirror, Y/N glanced at the two cars behind her. Bradley and Maverick had taken to riding with Y/N, Bob and Phoenix in the middle car and Mickey, Reuben and Jake pulling up the rear. 

Biting the inside of her cheek as they passed the ‘10 Miles to LA’ sign, Y/N leaned over to Bradley “Tell everyone that we’re gonna take a detour” Bradley nodded and sent off a text to their group chat as Y/N pulled off onto a dirt road.

“Fanboy wants to know why we’re going into ‘Bum-fuck no where’ as he described it” everyone watched as the highway became vast dessert.

“Ummm…” Y/N hummed turning a corner “He’ll see in a few more miles” 

As their tires kicked up dirt, Y/N eventually pulled up to a little shack with a steel warehouse behind it. 

Putting the bonnie in park she exited the vehicle and put her sunglasses on the top of her head. “Alright kids… this is where it gets complicated” she announced once everyone had piled out of their cars. Walking to the warehouse she motioned for everyone to follow her. 

“Fanboy, you wanted to know why we came here” she took a key out of her pocket and walked over to the main garage door and took off the lock and chain that held it closed. Throwing the chain to the ground she moved to the middle of the door and shoved it upwards “This is why we came” 

As the giant door flew open, the pilots were met with a sea of cars, everyone's eyes practically bulging out of their skulls. 

“All…” Reuben started “All of these are yours Plum?” 

Y/N nodded “Yup…all 32 of em” 

Looking between the cars and Y/N Natasha was the only one to ask what was one everyone's mind “How the fuck do you get 32 cars?” 

Y/N slowly nodded “And that-” she motioned for everyone to follow her to an open area “Is where it gets complicated” 

The area was dawned with a couch and two recliners, along with a table surrounded by chairs, and a workbench. Approaching the work bench, everyone took note that the area was decorated similarly to Mavericks hanger, covered in photos and blueprints, patched, and stickers alike. 

Y/N stared at all of the photos before taking down a photo and placing it on the table for the aviators to look at. A photo of a younger Y/N being embraced by a girl who looked a few years older than her. “I grew up in Los Angeles with my sister Letty… we are car people” 

“Clearly” Jake mumbled

Rolling her eyes, Y/N continued “Letty’s boyfriend Dom owned a shop” she turned to pluck another photo from the wall and set it on the table. A photo of Y/N and the girl who presumably was her sister and a man, standing in what looked to be a garage “He was the one who got us into cars… Letty and Dom created the street racing scene here in LA. Whatever Dom and Letty had, everyone wanted. I was lucky enough that Letty and Dom taught me everything I know about cars and racing” 

Pete raised his brow, knowing the girl liked her adrenaline rushes but he never would have imagined this “Is that why when your recruitment officer recommended you to me, he said to ignore your records?”

“Records? What records?” Bradley furrowed his brows 

Y/N sucked in a breath of air “Umm… I had a juvie record… and spent a few nights in holding…” she watched as shock flashed across her friends faces “Nothing serious… just joyrides and getting picked up for racing… and maybe a carjacking, but it was only once when I got left in Oakland by some asshole” she quickly added

Reuben motioned back to all of the cars “That still doesn't explain the 32, unless you jacked all of these cars?”

She immediately shook her head “No, god no. Letty would have kicked my ass” she started “In the racing world most people race for three things” she held up one finger “Respect” then another “Money” and finally the last “and Pinks” 

“You race for what?” Bob hummed.

“Pinks… pink slips, the certificate of title to a car. I always raced for pinks, if you win the pink you keep the car” she crossed her arms. “but my rule always was if you wanted your car back, you pay me out for it” she smiled recalling how some racers would come up to her after races with money, begging for their cars back, before her smile slowly faded “Dom, Letty, and I were a part of a crew… and we did things..”

Hangman’s brows furrowed thinking back to the man he saw the other night “Holy shit, you mean Dominic Toretto as in the guy who was on the FBI and CIA’s most wanted list?! That's who you were talking to the other night at the Hard Deck?!” 

“Hey, his record was wiped clean and he was granted a pardon” Y/N was quick to defend.

“And the things you would do… you were a part of the team that hijacked all those trucks back in the early 2000s? What did you help with his jail break in 2009 too?” Jake questioned only to be met with silence. “Well shit Plum” he sighed

“Hey, you chose to be here Bagman, she said you could say no and you still can” Bradley placed a hand on her shoulder

Raising his hands in defense Jake shook his head “no no no. I’m fine… just shocked that sweet little Plum here is a former criminal who knows other former criminals” 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N picked up the photos and walked over to place them back up before grabbing a shoe box from a shelf. “Now…” she rested the box on her hip and sorted through it. “My gift to a select few of you” she tossed a set of keys to Reuben and Natasha. “Payback. Three rows back, fourth one in” she watched as Reuben, Mickey and Jake all took off for the car before she turned to Natasha “Nat, two rows from the top, fifth one in” Natasha and Bob took off like kids in a candy store

“That’s not fair” Bradley crossed his arms, pouting.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N held up one last set of keys before she set the box down and walked over to Bradley, wrapping one of her arms around his waist and planted a kiss to his cheek and pressed the keys into his palm. 

“Can I go see what I got?” Y/N laughed at the question before nodding her head and releasing Bradley from her hold.

“You’re in the same row as Payback”

Walking back over she placed the box in its original spot before taking a seat next to Pete, who had decided to acquaint himself with the couch. “And I thought I was the only one on the team with a wild streak” he chuckled “So what’d you give them?”

Y/N smiled “Reuben got a ‘69 Yenko Camaro, Nat a 2009 Nissan 370z, and Bradley a 1970 Ford Escort”

“PLUM!” Screams filled the warehouse as the group came running back “PLUM!” Natasha screamed “These are too fucken nice for us” she kneeled in front of Y/N, placing her hands on her wingman's knees and shook them “Are you fucken kidding me?! What are they for?!”

Y/N laughed “I’m giving you the LA experience” she smiled

“Wait, you’re taking us racing?!” Jake’s eyes widened

Y/N shook her head “I’m not taking you racing, I’m taking you to Race Wars…and, none of that cocky pilot shit talking tonight okay? Promise me? I dont wanna have to scrape any of you off of the concrete” she looked at everyone “Because if you talk like that you’re gonna get your ass handed to you”

Everyone nodded at the sentiment as she continued “Now” she crossed her arms “House rules” everyone looked at her in confusion “not only is this my garage, it's also my house… only rules: you can have food and drink in the cars but if you make a mess you’re cleaning it, the interior is custom. If something breaks on the car or feels off or funny, just tell me so I can fix it or get you a new car. And lastly” she walked over to a wall that was lined with four doors, she opened the first and pulled out a rolled up sack “I’ve got two bedrooms” she motioned to the other to doors once she set the sack down “two people can take one room and two can take the other, the rest are gonna have to suffice with the couch, recliners and an air mattress” everyone just nodded in agreement mumbling something along the lines of ‘can’t be worse than on carriers’.

Lastly she pointed to a door on the far end of the wall “I only have one bathroom” with that groans filled the group.

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Taglist: @shawnsthighs @caswinchester2000 @hopefulinlove

#rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun imagine #top gun x reader #miles teller imagine #miles teller top gun #miles teller x reader #miles teller #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick x reader #fast and furious #the fast and the furious #fast and furious imagine #fast and furious x reader #the fast and the furious x reader #the fast and the furious imagine

[blissfali]

heres a little comic of a scene i drew from my AU thinga that i cant seem to write but i can draw for some reason

transcript because my handwriting is god awful:

Image 1: Post Dre Death. Tommy: You were s’posed to tell me your plan, Ghostbur.

Ghostbur: To be fair, I wasn’t anticipating it. But he hurt you.

Tommy: He does it all the time anyway, why’s it matter this time?

Ghostbur: I dunno, but who cares? We don’t to go back to him anymore!

Tommy: He still has more LIVES, Ghostbur! He’s gonna come back and look for me, then what do you want me to do?!

-Uhh theres a skip here. basically before this scene ghostbur impulsively takes one of dreams lives after dream hits tommy really hard. tommy goes into shock and while hes kind of catatonic ghostbur drags him in the direction of technos house. tommy calms down for a bit and then this scene happens, and then the next page is from when theyve made it to technos-

Techno: So wat brings you Ghostbur?

Ghostbur: What about Tommy?

Techno: Oh, he’s actually here? I thought that was just another gapple-induced hallucination.

Tommy: What the fok??

Techno: Welcome back to the land of the living, Tommy.

Tommy: I wasn’t dead.

Techno: Wait, really? ‘Cuz Dream told us you were a goner.

Tommy. Yeah, well, Dream’s a fuckin’ liar, isn’ he?

Techno: So where’ve you been all these years, then?

Tommy: First off, it’s been a year. And second, i’s none of yawr god damn business, INNIT?

Techno: Woah, chill. Was just curious.

Techno (to Ghostbur): *loud whispering* Why do you hang out with this guy, Ghostbur?

Tommy: Bruh, what the fuck. Wateva. Dos’n matter.

Tommy (leaving): N e way thx 4 tha tea, Te’no, but we’ll be going now!

Ghostbur: Wait, Tommy! We can’t leave yet!

Tommy: Ok, I’ll just leave you here then. Cya, Wil.

Ghostbur: Wait, thas not wot i ment!

Tommy: You’re either with me or you’re nat, Ghostbur. Make u’ yoor mind.

Techno: Just leave ‘em, Ghostbur. We got catching up to do anyway, don’t we?

Ghostbur: Wait, but Tommy—… I’m sorry Techno, I’ll come back later, but I have to stay with him.

Techno (shrugs): Suit yourself.

Techno: *whisper* Glad to have you back, Tommy.

(Meanwhile)

Tommy, holding a pack of cigs: Ah. shit. i’m almost out. *puts them back in his pocket after lighting one*

Ghostbur: Hi, Tommy! Where are we going?

Tommy: We gotta sneak into the mainlands again. Im outta cigs.

Ghostbur: but they’re bad for you, remember? and what about Dream!

Tommy: It’s fine, man. Dream’s at Logst—

Tommy: Dream is dead.

Tommy: D-Dream is… dead. Oh fuck, oh FUCK.

Tommy: I cawn’t believe I fucken fergot! Shit, shit, shit!

Ghostbur: Wait, Tom, no, I’m sorry!

Tommy: Its ok, um. We’ll figure this out. We can’t go to the mainland… he’ll see us.

Tommy: I can live off 3 cigarettes. I’ll ration ‘em.

Ghostbur: Are u sure you can go that long?

Tommy: absolutely fucking not, Ghostbur. but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

(end.)

#doodles #ask to tag #dsmp #dream smp #I just realized youcan see my nails Umm haha dont look at them ^_^ik theyre bad #Anywyays

[thatonedelusiongirl]

About me + My blog

𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊𓋼

My names A an my pronouns are She/her

I have BPD ( kara is my favorite person )

I love art, to read, i love music, animals an i play lots of games an i write poems :)

TC BLOG MAINLY

17 I will be 18 in march ☆

15 years between us with both ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I do NOT agree with pedophilia !!!

I understand that i’m a minor they are adults I understand the laws an danger i can be in but i’m ok im not in any unsafe situations :)

I am strongly against teacher student relationships that aren’t legal so please be safe an careful !! it’s not hard to be MANIPULATED :/

But this is just a place to share my thoughts without worrying ( i am not with any of these people nor do i plan to be with them now maybe when i am 18 ) I do love Kara a lot she’s very special to me as i’ve said but she is :)

anyways this is a judgement free zone if you don’t like my content or my blogs you may leave but don’t hate because i’m just a person who is trying there best anyways thank you :)

★ ✻ ❥ ♬ ✿ ✈ ∞ ☾ ♠ ❖

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 her prettiest problem

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★ ✻ ❥ ♬ ✿ ✈ ∞ ☾ ♠ ❖

a back ground of my tc’s

Kara- my ex tc also was my art teacher when I was a fresh man we are now besties an im going into my senior year this year she is my biggest supporter an best friend in this entire world ( i am so down bad for her ) she’s very special an important to me like very important. I love when i get to sleep over her house an just stare at her for hours i love watching her sleep…. i know that’s totally creepy lmao but she’s cool an absolutely breathtaking an pisses me off so much sometimes but that’s ok lol i probably piss her off too.

I'd like to give some back ground knownloge on her she's so intelligent has a beautiful smile she's very talented at art she is so uncensored like the one time back when I was a freshman she was talking to me after class an I had said that stupid Fucken kid won't leave me the fuck alone an she said woah heavy on the fucks today huh? but no she has no filter will say absolutely anything that comes to mind she's into crime stuff like ( YOU 'the show' The dhamer show she loved she's into like horror an true crime typa stuff she's also struggles with a lot of the same mental illnesses I do but yeh there's not much more I can say with out sounding like a Werido lmao

i will be calling her kara on her because she reminds me a lot of supergirl an i love super girl so her name is kara

♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧

she loves art, tv, sleeping, an music.

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my other tc is my Sunday school teacher who just makes my daddy’s issues act up but he’s actually so handsome he’s got blue eyes an a beard an glasses an he’s just perfect i am obsessed with this man i don’t know anything about him really not yet at least.

his name will be D or glasses im not sure yet

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he loves his wife, kids, jesus, an hes a bit of a jokester.

♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧♡₊˚ ・₊✧

B he’s my dads best friend i have a thing for he used to be a teacher he’s 33 an i am borderline obsessed with him rn ( i don’t know how long this will last lol)

he’s cuts trees down an he smokes weed an has a pool an lives in his mom and dads basement 🧍🏻‍♀️

#teacher x student #tc crush #tc feelings #tc struggles #teacher crush #tc blog #tc thoughts #teacher attachment #teachers pet #interducing myself. #my blog #intro #shall be changed if i wanna add to it

[xamaxenta]

I’m brain dead and still sending you camboy ace thoughts so this is a cont to the ask I sent you like 3 hours ago because I need the horny out of my head.

Tbh I see Marco as kinda an incidental endurance fucker and sabo as a sprinter if that makes sense? Like Marco can go for aces and doesn’t seem to know what a refractory period is so is the overstimulation king but just isn’t into being rough? Idk if I see that as a personal choice or a hip muscle thing but especially with his special session with camboy ace he is basically a human fucking machine because he does not stop despite coming like 5 times and does seem to go soft. The chat is questioning if he used something but sabo pipes up that they were all hanging before this and he did not take anything apparently this guys just a weirdo. Marco just replies “we both paid an ungodly amount to fuck this pretty little thing we’re both weirdos. As for you substance accusations I’m just ‘like that’ when I have proper motivation.”

Meanwhile sabo is a sprinter in that he rails ace hard and fast and nearly blows his brains out with it ace is loosing his mind but is done in like 30 min and needs some time to regroup before jumping back in. Course he’s a sadist so he uses that time to play with ace using his mouth and hands but yeah. Can outclass Marco but doesn’t have his stamina. That being said he doesn’t stop talking and that’s driving ace as mad as everything else because ‘dear god I’m the pornstar here how are you making me blush like a virgin’

Marco staying inhuman and mythical no matter the au is always top tier 👏🏽 let him give Ace the insane endurance fuckening dickdown he deserves and vice versa because even tho Ace’s brain checked out half an hour ago his body is still limber and wanting

I love the substance accusations being met with Marco’s steadfast confidence like hm, think what you like but i have a pretty damn good reason to keep it up dont you think, Sabo snarks at him like didnt know old guys like you had in you tbh

Marco eyeing Sabo disdainfully like constantly racing to the finish line wont be as beneficial as you think, you’re a hedonist Sabo, you care about your immediate pleasures rather than the long game

Sabo: r u saying im selfish? (Absolutely is)

Marco: im just saying it how it is

And meanwhile Ace is already seven layers deep into emotional overstimulation if he isnt careful he’s gonna be stuck with a perpetual ahegao face lmao

#MAS

[ordinary-eternalmachinery]

On Femininity - Pt. 1

One of my very first memories is related to femininity or rather, becoming aware of it.

I must have been 4 or 5, and my mom was picking me up from school. I vaguely remember her talking above my head, chatting to another girl’s mom who was – I think – bemoaning the amount of money she spent on these shoes or that dress or whatever.

My mom said “oh, mine doesn’t really care what she wears.”

The conversation is wrapped in the hazy mist of early childhood memories, but I can still remember clearly that in that moment, I felt a jolt of pride. “Yes,” I thought, “this is me, I don’t care what I wear. I’m not a girly girl.”

I doubt my mom ever meant to give me the message that femininity is bad - in fact, she spent the following decade and a half begging me to please take her money and go fucking shopping for something presentable to wear on Christmas dinner.

Regardless of her intentions, though, I had already internalised a certain idea of femininity at that early age - and my mom’s remark sparked the realisation that I didn’t have to be girly just because I was a girl.

At that point in time, girly, to me, meant the following:

Girls are proper, quiet, demure, they don’t get dirty, they wear uncomfortable clothes, they’re preoccupied about their looks, always put other people first, sigh while looking out the window and dream about having babies and will most likely end up shackled to someone else. Girls wear pink and frilly dresses. Girls are whiny and stupid and vain.

Boys had all the fun games and cartoons and comfy clothes and whatnot. I mean, I'm talking about the mid-90s, when videogames weren't exactly marketed to girls yet. Hell, I'm sure dinosaurs weren't girly at the time.

I remember my mom coming home from work and my babysitter telling her, in a hushed voice "she's been good today. she's been watching boy cartoons!", half amused, half asking "is this okay?"

I am pretty sure I proclaimed to my entire family, multiple times, that I’d never have kids, never get married, and never even have a boyfriend. I might have gone as far to say I’d never even have sex with a man (one does wonder what would’ve happened if someone told me about lesbians at that age).

I remember reading Little Women and being absolutely smitten with Jo March's character and equally disappointed when she ended up getting married and giving up on her dreams.

I had a period of intense obsession with Greek mythology and obviously, my absolute favorite goddess was Artemis, because she was a virgin huntress who lived in the woods surrounded by nymphs and hounds and only ever did whatever the fuck she wanted.

Knowing what I know now, I’m not even sure whether I was rejecting femininity or heteronormativity or both, but at that point the two concepts were very much conflated both in my mind and in the public opinion.

And after all, why would I want to buy into the traditional package? Did it do any good for any of the women I saw around me, both in real life and in media? All married women were someone’s supporting actress, in my experience. Working behind the scenes for someone else’s glory.

I remember being absolutely fucking pissed when I realized that at one point I would go through puberty and get a period and grow boobs. It's strange to think about that now that I know what gender dysphoria is, because what I was experiencing was not dysphoria. I've never had any doubts about my gender identity: I have never liked being a woman, but I’ve always known I am one. But to me, acquiring what I then considered the physical markers of womanhood meant I would’ve had to become a real woman, with all the trappings that entailed.

I unsurprisingly grew up to be a tomboy (hate the word but bear with me)

I refused to wear dresses until I was 16 or so. You wouldn’t catch me dead with make-up on.

This is probably sounding like I was a cool teen, but it was pretty much the opposite - I was very much fucken uncool. What I was going for wasn't just "not feminine". It wasn't necessarily masculine either. It was... not planned or thought out or in any way intentional - my whole vibe was “I don’t give a fuck about how I present myself and I want to make it clear to everyone that I don't spend half a second in front of the mirror (because that's cringe)”.

(No, seriously, I had an XXXL grey hoodie that got down to my knees. For a while I had a single nail painted bright green. I had a ginormous headset that for some reason had a 3m long cable that I kept together with a zip tie. I walked around dressed like a fucking anime character except this was 2008 and anime wasn't popular. Maybe Gen Z can get away with the clown aesthetic now. Idk.)

Did I feel comfortable like that though? Was I confident in my looks and in who I was?

No. I didn't and I wasn't.

A while ago, I discussed this with a dear female friend of mine (hi I love you!!) who was also a tomboy. We met in our late teens and among other things, we bonded over our mutual mistrust of extremely feminine, conventionally attractive girls.

A couple years ago, I asked her, were we actually happy with ourselves back then? Did we like what we saw in the mirror?

No. No, we both weren't.

See, all the women we saw in media were at least pretty. This is a whole other can of worms - suffice to cfr this meme.

This is a whole can of worms in and of itself, but it does apply to the “tomboy” archetype.

All of the cool non-girly girls we wanted to be like were thin (but ate a lot), wore baggy but flattering outfits (that they obviously didn't buy themselves), had perfect winged eyeliner (but you wouldn’t spot them within a 5-km mile from Sephora).

We wanted to be like them. We wanted to be attractive and get validation. But working towards that ideal (learning to do our make-up and buying actual clothes instead of stealing our dads' sweaters) would have compromised us ideologically.

Like all other teenage girls, my friend and I also had an unattainable beauty ideal; unlike the other girls, though, we couldn’t even attempt to get closer to it, because putting an effort in our appearance would’ve made us… vain. Shallow. Girly.

Just like other girls.

Femininity was something I just couldn’t try my hand at. If I didn’t care about being feminine, I couldn’t fail at it.

It was a weird cage to be in.

(to be continued)

#femininity #heteronormativity #feminism #gender #womanhood #gender roles

[dollwritesarchive]

here’s a list of my current WIPs !!

below the cut, you can find everything from current writing events to which requests i’m working on, to which commissions i have coming up! this masterlist will be updated as often as i can remember to do so :) ya girl is heckin’ forgetful so please be patient with me! also, if you don’t see your request, it probably means i’ve just got the others on my mind; i do not do requests in order, i follow my muse.

current ongoing events

three’s company event

fluffy prompts list

kink roulette game

dark prompts list

current aus

galaxy’s edge au

double vision au

the puppy trap au

neon moon au

upcoming single fics

tba!

upcoming parts / series

bring me a dream ( 1, 2, 3 )

i obviously have more requests in my inbox ( there is over 1k messages in there ! ) but these are the requests that i keep coming back to, keep thinking about, or have started working on.

my requests are open for dc & twisted wonderland only atm!

anonymous asked: Doll my absolute beloved, I would be over the moon if you wrote anything involving teasing dom!Trey Clover! Maybe involving some light bondage? Please and thank youuuu - 😴

anonymous asked: I’ve come bearing a Hal Jordan request in my little simp basket!!! (But only if you want it.) 🥰🥰🥰 He comes home from a really long mission out in space, fucks you silly, and tell you he’s gonna fuck a baby into you because you’re so good for/to him!!! 💖💖💖 Thank you!!! 😘😘😘

anonymous asked: Heeeey doll! How are you doing?May I request some Klarion Bleak's headcanons with a gender neutral s/o who is a witch as well but they are a superhero and against the Light? How would it play out between them? Thanks a lot!! And take care ♡♡♡

anonymous asked: Great! Can I please request adult!Damian x f!reader where he takes her virginity? I loved the dick Grayson one but would love to see it with Damian. Thank you so much!!

anonymous asked: hey bb can you do jason or connor x a virgin! reader :)

anonymous asked: Could I request a Hal fic where he has you cockwarming him and whenever he feels like it starts thrusting into you but stops so you can’t get off. he does this for a while because he finds it amusing when you turn into a mess because of him and then just absolutely rails you until you almost pass out and he’s more than satisfied you won’t be able to walk properly for a while. I just love the idea of mean but soft Hal, it makes me go soooo fucken feral! thanks!!! you can make it more darker if you want, I wouldn’t mind dark Hal at all.

anonymous asked: Hello I just wanted to say that I love your writing and if you want, for the neon moon can you write a case where Jason has to go somewhere and your left alone with Dick and he really happy cause he gets to torture you without Jason complaing thanks

agentofkrypton asked: 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 that puppy trap inspiration….doll, I am trembling at the idea of this au, I need dark!superman to tied me up and use me as he pleases

anonymous asked: hey can I request silver from twisted wonderland w/ lingerir kink? I just think he'd look sooooo pretty in frills y'know

click here for commission info !!

maximoff twins x reader smut

conner kent x reader smut

frank castle x reader smut

brahms heelshire x reader

#wips #wip masterlist

[whump-queen]

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?

:)

(for this ask game)

first off this is absolutely a leading question and i’m calling you on it.

current obsessions, an incomplete list, off the top of my head:

myself

fire. yeahh gimme those flames babeyy

the song movement by hozier I played it literally on loop in my car today

my lovely anons on the sideblog and the cinematic universe that had sprung from that whole thing

on that note— obsessed with the mind blowingly beautiful and heartbreaking comic @unorganisedalienrubbish just made for the anon cinematic universe, as well as the story were writing together to go along with it 💖💖

obsessed with the insanely cool pin of my oc Seven that @kira-the-whump-enthusiast made me today aaahh 💖💖

alright fine yes river, you’re obviously on the list ok i’m god damn obsessed with hurting you 😘

obsessed with @hidden-dreamland’s precious blorbo and all their art 🥰

fcknf,, mouth whump

fangs, biting people, idk just anything that bites people I wanna chomp some flesh (yours)

the wendigo oc i’ve poorly sketched a couple times but have yet to draw a quality piece for yet.

the plots of my stories that are still living in very long google docs because I Cannot Write Chapter 1 despite having the whole thing planned out and later chapters fully written.

im still obsessed with making squash yeah im still on that ok. that’s the food obsession rn along with mf pearl couscous ok it fucken SLAPS.

#thanks for the ask my love #💖💖💕💗 #my yandere fiancé #this tag makes me laugh cuz my brain thinks it sounds like 90 day fiance #oh man I think we had even less than a 90 day courtship #my several day fiance ig #river #love u

[gasha40k]

Progress is being made, slowly but surely, as per usual! I’ve been getting VERY into kitbashing and converting minis recently, so I’ve got some cool stuff to show off this time around.

This is my old Primaris Apothecary. I bought and built him nearly a year ago, when I was still very new to kitbashing and conversions. He’s unique, which is good. The sword and tilting plate makes him stand out, but it’s a largely uninspired kitbash that doesn’t have a lot to it. The paint job is also… not great, to put it lightly? It wasn’t my first time painting white, but it was my first time painting Corax White, and it obviously didn’t go well. To put it simply, I kind of hate this model, and stopped using it largely because it simply did not really make me happy to look at.

My own fuckening isn’t the only reason I dislike my Primaris Apothecary, though. The stock standard model that GW sells for this unit has so much shit going on that it’s kind of hard to look at to me. There’s fifty thousands fucking baubles on him, and it’s very distracting! It’s a fine enough model, don’t get me wrong, but it’s way too busy for my tastes.

The Firstborn Apothecary, specifically the one depicted in Dawn of War 2, on the other hand, is simple but distinguishable. It’s very pleasant to look at, and not just because I’m a Mark VII enjoyer. There’s a certain level of visual clarity present here that the model really lacks. The paint scheme on the Firstborn model looks better in my opinion, as well, since it fits more cleanly into a uniform army scheme.

Because of all this, and the fact that I’m already reworking the majority of my army, I decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to did my least favorite model by cannibalizing it and making a new one.

This as of yet unnamed Primaris Apothecary is my take on what that Firstborn Apothecary would look like if he crossed the Rubicon Primaris, and didn’t look like the stock model. This model is a mixture of Intercessor, Assault Intercessor, and Primaris Apothecary. I really like how he looks! Simple but distinguishable, just like the Firstborn model, with a clear visual clarity. This was an incredibly basic kitbash, but one with incredibly satisfying results, and I’m much happier with him than I was with the old one.

That’s not the only kitbash I’ve done recently! Meet Inquisitor Nullhame, the Ordo Malleus Inquisitor currently investigating the Calthradia Crusade. Inquisitor Nullhame is an overly heroic, fanciful fellow with a small but close cohort. This was my first time building a custom model wholly from scratch, subsequently being my real first time using greenstuff. Nullhame isn’t a Psyker, but he’s a charismatic warrior with a keen mind, naturally resistant to the whispers of Chaos. On the tabletop he’s represented by the Ordo Malleus Inquisitor in Terminator Armor datasheet, and he’s equipped with a force stave (more of a glaive), a storm bolter, and psyk-out grenades. Interestingly enough, though, Nullhame doesn’t actually wield a storm bolter.

He leaves that to a little goon in custom human sized power armor. This guy’s entire purpose in life is to follow the Inquisitor around and shoot aliens for him. He doesn’t have wounds or a datasheet and is purely decorative on the tabletop. Obviously, the mini isn’t done, but once I slap a Skitarii Vanguard helmet on that dome, it will be, and Nullhame will be ready to battle even the biggest of daemons.

Beyond this, I’ve been working my way through getting the Thunderbearers battle ready again. It’s going slowly, as a recent move has me lacking both time and table space, but I got a good half of my men primed today, which is pretty exciting.

In the time between now and the last post, I also read the entirety of Horus Rising. Good ass book! I think I like it more than Helsreach (the only other piece of 40k literature that I’ve read), which I thought was absolutely not going to happen. Dan Abnett, however, has an incredibly vivid way of painting scenes. He strikes me as a very detail oriented author, which I appreciate immensely. ADB, however, seems to focus much more on punchy, jargon-based scenes, which is equally captivating and makes for a lot of very intense moments. I’m currently at the beginning of False Gods, and after I finish the trilogy, I’m going to read as many World Eaters books as possible, and there’s no ulterior motives behind that decision.

And on the subject of Horus, I’ve been doing a lot of very chaotic shit recently. Some evil is happening around here. The end of 2022 was suitably Chaotic. I’m biting my tongue for now, but I’ll just say: new year, new army.

#warhammer 40k #miniatures #building #kitbash #calthradia crusade #adeptus astartes #inquisition #thunderbearers #bookposting

[notfknapplicable]

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I tried to talk to my homegirl about her shoehorning her new boyfriend into our living agreement but it didn’t go well in the sense that we didn’t really talk about it.  I think she’s picked up on the fact that I’m worried he’s taking advantage of her.  She made a few comments along the lines of “I don’t have to justify my relationship with him” when I wasn’t asking questions of that nature, so yeah.  I feel bad that I somehow let my feelings slip when I prefer to be honest with people to their faces.  We both just kind of kept repeating “well it all worked out” because I think we were both thinking “this would have been an absolute friendship-ending nightmare if we’d gone through with it.” Another thing is that she got really stressed out trying to clean up her ex-husband’s horde from their previous home together, and she’s said repeatedly that she went super hard at the cleanup for my sake. Edit to add: I didn’t know she was going that hard and getting stressed out until she told me so after the fact, FYI.  I didn’t ask her to take an entire week off of work and hire junk removers, but she did.  She moves out of her apartment and back into the house on the 25th, which is only 3 days later than when I would have had to move in (July 22nd).  She’s clearing up that horde for herself more so than for me, so I kind of resent her trying to “blame” all of her stress on me.  That’s how it feels to me, at least, and I don’t think that’s fair of her at all.

If I wanted, I could do the same: everything was fine until she told me she wanted to move an unemployed father of 4 into the house, and it sent me into a crazy stressful tailspin of trying to find a home before she became my only option.  The pickings were very slim and it had me feeling poor and unhousable and without hope and contemplating suicide.  The stress was so much that it unlocked a bunch of other shit for me and soon I didn’t even want to live anymore.  That’s my brain chemistry, my responsibility, my reaction, and I wouldn’t blame that reaction on her at all.  But my trust has been shaken by all of this and it has me contemplating pulling back from our friendship.  I can’t handle the chaos of it all and this feels like navigating friendship when I was in high school or college.  She’s obviously been re-energized by her divorce and new love in her life, but I don’t think I can join her for the ride.  I value peace and calm so much these days.  Apparently they’ve been doing mushrooms every weekend too, and the idea of having two roommates tripping balls in the house while I’m trying to sleep also makes me wanna fucken kill myself.  I know we can scroll back and see me posting in this same blog while up to my tits on molly or shrooms (sometimes both at the same time), and that’s exactly WHY I am not trying to live with people who do psychedelics every weekend.  I’ve done it, ya know?  I’ve taken the psychedelics, I’ve snorted the coke, I’ve drank the alcohol, I’ve smoked the weed.  I’ve expanded my mind and made art and danced topless and been polyamorous and connected with the universe and all of the things. That is very much the moment that she’s in right now and I guess I’ll see her on the other side.  My advice to myself is to take the space I need.

#tales from scumbag city #maintaining friendships in adulthood is not easy

[sunrisetune]

Hi Goose. Another Dragon Age prompt -- I was trying for angstier, but I'm too sleepy, so here it is as it is: Anders attempts to fulfill a patient's last request, with or without help from Hawke (or anyone else you wish).

(ID: An edited ‘The Office’ meme, of a man looking off into the distance with a determined expression. The caption says, “I’m going to make this way angstier than it needs to be.”)

So I actually have more of this bc I can’t write short-fic to save my fuckening life, But I wanted to give you something before the new year! Therefore: Please accept this slightly reworked excerpt of a thing; hopefully it should stand mostly on its own?? \o/

- 740-ish words - Dashes of Hawke/Anders; Anders was right but he still absolutely did things wrong - And you know when sometimes people write a friendship route Hawke and (or / ) Anders where both of them are completely okay with Kirkwall being destroyed, or where Justice and Anders are chill with the amount of death the war causes because it's a ~needed price to pay~? Fuck those two interpretations specifically.

CW: The end of Act Three - violence, brief gore, mass / crowd death, children in dangerous situations, fire, suicidal ideation.

~

‘Pyre’

The chunk of what was once Chantry wall careened out of the sky and cracked the street in front of him. He flinched, his arcane shield flaring for a moment before the dust cleared. When it did he wished it hadn't, but forced himself to look. Stone, and flesh. A trail of blood seeping from underneath a wrinkled hand stuck out from the wreckage. Anders felt sick. Then he heard the wail, and went to them.

The poor elf woman caught under the wreckage refused to accept his healing, or his frantic instructions not to move. Instead she inched closer to her husband and pressed her cheek to his bleeding skull, murmuring comforts. There was nothing Anders could do for them, he realized-- half his face was gone, and with her chest in that shape, she had only minutes. She looked up at Anders through the mess of her hair. "Please," she said. "The baby." He turned. There, a few feet away-- she must have thrown them-- a bundle of rags the size of a young elf child. The bundle was breathing.  Anders looked back at the poor mother and nodded. Her eyes filled with tears of relief and pain. “Thank you.” He had no elfroot or lotus to ease their passing but she put her face to her husband’s and closed her eyes, and he cut her throat as fast and smoothly as he could.

Anders’ hands were shaking and still covered in gore, but he picked the child up, carefully. He checked their breathing, turning their face to his chest to give them some small measure of protection. At least there wasn’t any darkspawn blood on him. They’d make it to the alienage, Andraste willing.

He wove through the broken streets with his arcane shield shimmering dimly around him, his aura stretching as far as his concentration could spare, healing those around him for the few seconds they were close enough. It wasn't much but he could hope it might give someone another few minutes. Mechanically, he stepped around the corpses. All but ignored the screams coming from the burning stacks of hovels euphemistically called 'apartments' throughout Lowtown. The buildings were too cramped, too close together, and the fire spread like a ravenous beast. The most he could do was pray that they'd die quickly of the smoke.

It felt almost like he did on his worst weeks: everything so loud, the air itself ringing cruelly, nothing getting through to him. But something was keeping him just above that, like treading water in a freezing lake. Justice, trying to protect him. They were one now but nonetheless Anders hadn't felt the spirit so present in a long time; not furious, burying him in his own mind, but simply there. Sustaining. They probably wouldn't have been able to continue at all if it wasn't for Justice. Back in front of the ruined Chantry, after Hawke had thrown her dagger to the stones, Anders certainly wouldn't have been able to stand. (She shouldn’t have let them go. They should be dead. They should have paid--) They were hollow but for a viciously twisting rage; a great, helpless guilt. Rage at the templars, at himself. Them both. How dare his heart ache. How dare their eyes burn with more than the ashes?  How could they grieve when they were responsible for the suffering of these people? He'd lit the fire. Their home was burning. What could he possibly do for them now?

Something. They must do something.

It’s a monstrous thing, feeling such sorrow and certainty they'd do it again.

Amid all the chaos, his siblings face down their oppressors. More and more of them twist grotesquely into abominations as the fight continues-- Anders wants to scream at them in betrayal. Still others fall on their knees and beg before the steel struck through their throats. What kind of a way was that for mages to die? They were meant to fight! His fingers tighten on their staff until they're nearly claws of his own. It-- didn't matter. The world would know, no matter how many were dead. And he'd help them, he'd join the battle with or without Hawke, and do what he came here to. ('Without Hawke'. Anders couldn’t linger on that thought.) Maybe they could still save some of them, or maybe he could slaughter enough templars that some of this rage would ease.

Just not yet. The child in his arm breathed, fragile, still unconscious. If he could be a healer still-- even once more-- he had a promise to keep.

~

#Five BILLION years later hello #syrupwit #For you! [I am holding a dead rat] #Goose's writing tag by Goose #gore cw #fire cw #death cw #child harm cw #depression cw #Dragon Age #DA2

[inkybirdy]

I’m kinda worried, you talk about being tired a lot in recent posts. Please take care of yourself!

oh dear - I don't mean to worry anybody, but I really appreciate your concern! It's been a rough year but I'm okay, I promise. I'm working on taking better care of myself, even if the last few months have been fighting against me.

(though now that I'm thinking about it, I feel comforted when I find people with similar situations to mine that are open to offering their perspectives, so if you want an update/some frank conversation on lifelong chronic illness I'll put it under the cut)

I was super sick as a little kid (like, NICU ill, with RSV) and my family has a genetic cocktail of nonsense, so I've never been physically sturdy - and I didn't really have a consistent physician or medical care schedule so I ended up blindsided by a lot of things that got a lot worse as an adult because. Well, when you've always been chronically ill to some extent it's difficult to gauge what's normal.

(please keep in mind i'm absolutely an expert regarding medical stuff, and my medical care history has been... a varied patchwork with a lot of different people doing a lot of tests and guesswork.)

According to the doctors I saw when I started going in for regular check-ups in college, I was living with lungs and an immune system that weren't great to begin with and were otherwise kind of a time bomb. Basically, around the time that I moved out to live on my own and go to college, my health got significantly worse.

For instance, at one point one of my (extremely common) upper respiratory infections turned into pneumonia that lasted for over a month. I had to go in for breathing treatments and had to argue with my doctors against hospitalization because of insurance/school/work, etc. By the time I started recovering I was on a regular inhaler for the first time in my life and my reactive airways were more 'reactive' than ever with then-diagnosed asthma. Anything can set them off - changes in temperature, humidity, a cold, stress, exhaustion, dust, aerosols, etc. It's kind of like I'm one of those classic Victorian waifs ready to waste away from Ill Humor (tm), but I've got shit to take care of so I can't afford to lay around on a fainting couch.

Anyway, it kind of evened out to a new 'normal' for me for the last couple of years with minimal progression, until I got super sick again in December of last year. I never tested positive for COVID, but my doctors were pretty sure I had a fun salad of flu, upper respiratory and sinus infections, and pneumonia that lasted until like. February.

The fun part about being chronically ill and having an immune system that is constantly panicking is that it doesn't really like. Recover. Or, it takes a long time to bounce back. I have long-term damage from the pneumonia I had in college, and this was like that x4 - I've come to terms with the fact I'm going to be sickly for a long a time, and so far there isn't a whole lot that can be done about it.

Another doctor told me that when your immune system gets set back like that it can trigger other, 'dormant' conditions too - for example, a new thing that's developed since The Great Fuckening of December 2021 is a hypersensitivity to vitamin deficiencies and thyroid levels, which is a thing in my family but not something I've dealt with. Further, according to my latest doctor, straight-up narcolepsy. (Which like - I dealt with chronic fatigue a lot in college to the point that became a joke, but it was a lot less funny hearing it while sitting on an exam table.) But, because I'm already taking the highest amount of adderall that I possibly can for my weight, which I'm told is a pretty common treatment for it, there isn't a whole lot to be done about it at the moment to improve from where I already am in that respect.

So, altogether that means that at 'default' I'm very tired all the time, and I get sick pretty easily and pretty often. Like, oh-shit-another-bad-cold-every-three-weeks sick, or worse. It doesn't help that I have a pretty demanding job, which takes tolls on even very sturdy and healthy people that get into it. But. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

I've managed to keep it from impacting my ability to do my job too much, but it takes a lot out of me. It impacts my ability to keep in touch with my loved ones, my responsibilities outside of work, my hobbies (I can't even count at this point how many times I've been too sick to run D&D or slept through it, or gotten really behind in my planning because I've been sleeping) etc. I have to be pretty careful about how I budget the energy that I have in a day if I'm trying not to overexert myself - it can be pretty demoralizing.

That all sounds very depressing, and some days are a lot more difficult than others - but it's also not all bad. For example, I was able to pick up writing Crown of Calamity initially while I was super sick, and being able to get into having fun with LoZ again has been great and something I've been able to do without a lot of time pressure.

And, most importantly, I'm an extremely lucky person. My two siblings are absolutely incredible. We have a lot of common ground with our struggles and a lot of understanding for one another, and I'm grateful that we're able to live close enough to one another that we can be there to help when one of us needs it. Not only that - but I have a job, and a place to live, and three annoying cats that I love, and very sweet online pals who check in on me.

So, while things have been difficult with my health stuff and everything outside of it that's been going on, I'm okay - or, I'm going to be. Every day I'm learning a bit more about my new iteration of 'normal' and I'm trying to get into better habits so I don't overwork myself, and I have family that I can ask for help when I need it.

I hope that this wasn't a big depressing dump - Instead, I hope maybe some of you guys can relate to it, maybe take some comfort in the idea that you're not the only one dealing with dumb chronic health stuff that doesn't really have a clear 'fix.'

And, I hope that you guys know how much I appreciate you! Whatever difficulties you're facing in this current iteration of "Oh Goddammit Why Can't We Have A Good Year" - please know that I'm rooting for you, and I care about you, too.

I don't really know how to end this, but - thank you again. Really, truly.

#text #asks #long post #cw chronic illness #tbd? maybe? i don't know #i'm really not used to talking about it honestly ahah #but also i don't wanna worry anybody - it could be better but it could be worse!

[nobody7102]

Hey 👋

I love your Charlie blurbs and I was thinking about Charlie being a personal assistant and slowly falling in love with his boss (his boss finding it cute)

I just know he would be flustered most of the time :)

God what a soft boy, he wouldn’t even realize it either.

Charlie’s voluntarily staying late, even after you tell him he can go home for the third time. “Nope, you are my boss and as your assistant it is my job to make sure you don’t overdo it” he claims.

So the two of you start having mini Dinners together, one of you orders food for the both of you and you eat it in your office while Charlie asks about what you’re doing that’s making you stay so late. It’s such a weekly ritual for the two of you that Harper and Duncan start to become concerned that it’s another “Rick” situation but he cuts down that tree right away.

“No no no, they’re not making me stay. In fact they told me twice last night to go home” he reassured as he sipped his beer.

“Okay then why didn’t you come home?” Duncan hummed “not that I fully minded” he muttered

“Well I did mind” Harper interjected “you said we were gonna check out that new bar and you totally ditched me”

He just shrugged “I didn’t come home because I felt like staying, they even ordered food. For the both of us. And we ate the food, in her office” he emphasized the last part “it was the greasiest and most delicious pizza I’ve ever had” he exclaimed

“Oh my god” Harper laughed looking at Duncan “do you see that’s what’s going on” she smiled as Duncan nodded

Furrowing his brow, Charlie looked between the two before Harper let out a long sigh and placed her hand on his shoulder “dude, you’re whipped for your boss”

Scoffing Charlie shook of her hand “I am not” he huffed “I just like to make sure they don’t stay too late, and that they eats something… sometimes they’ll talk about why they’re staying late bu-“

“Holy fuck Charlie” Duncan laughed cutting him off “You’ve absolutely got the hots for your boss- no I wouldn’t even say that. You’ve got a total fucken crush on them”

And from that moment Charlie slowly realized he did have a crush on you. He’s getting you things you didn’t ask for, double checking stuff to make sure that you absolutely didn’t miss or need anything that’s small and ultimately unimportant to your day but he makes sure you have it.

“I am so sorry I’m late” he’ll run into your office holding coffee and a small paper bag

Shaking your head you wave it off “Charlie it’s perfectly fine, I was just getting responding to some emails”

“Oh I was totally gonna get those I-“

“Charlie” you stop him “it’s fine” you chuckle as you watch him set down a coffee cup and the paper bag on your desk “what’s this?” You ask as he started to leave your office causing him to turn around.

He looks surprised at the question “that’s your normal Matcha… and the bags a chocolate chip muffin and a bear claw”

Taking the bag you pull out the muffin and set it on your desk before getting up with the bag in your hand and walking over to him, “Here” you hand him the bag

“Bu-“

“Nope” you chuckle “you bought it, you should get some of it” as soon as the bag was in his hand you lean even closer placing a kiss on his cheek “thank you Charlie” before turning back to your desk to get back to the emails as if nothing happened.

For Charlie a blush crept onto his face as he stood stunned for a moment before getting back to work.

And your ‘late night mini dinners’ slowly turn into just dinners in the office.

“Charlie.” You call out as he passes by your office causing him to stop and backtrack to the door “do you wanna do pizza or sushi tonight?” He furrowed his brow “unless you have plans” you quickly add “in which case go have fun”

“Plans?” He hummed “tonight?”

Nodding you look at your calendar “yeah? It is Thursday isn’t it? It’s just we normally do dinner here” you look back at Charlie to find that he’s got a soft smile on his face.

“No, I don’t have anything going on” he smirked “umm…. You pick tonight”

“Sushi it is” you smile back

#charlie young set it up #charlie young #Charlie young x reader #set it up #set it up imagine #set it up netflix #set it up x reader #glen powell set it up #glen powell imagine #glen powell x reader #glen powell

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

for the writer asks, 4, 11, 17?

Hi!! Thanks for the ask!! Love these things.

Referencing this post.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

Full disclosure (again): I saw this question and promptly forgot every word I’ve ever known. When they started slithering back into my brainpan, the one I latched onto was “shambling,” because it makes me lose my mind and always gives me a very visceral reaction (in horror headspace, whomst?? Not me….*sweats in starting to think about Driscoll revisions*).

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I’ve actually come full circle on the Darlings front: As a baby!Writer, it sounded like bullshit to me, and then I leveled up some and was like "Oh Absolutely I Can Do This, Look At Me Go As A Mature!Writer," and now I’m back to Consider Why It’s A Darling And Perhaps Reevaluate Your Revision Priorities (or, rephrased: If it’s a Darling, what is your story ACTUALLY about??). Darlings are, like, my Fundamental Writing Building Blocks—those are what I use to shape a story. If it doesn’t spark joy, it doesn’t get to stay, but what are Darlings if not Joy Sparks Incarnate?

I do, occasionally, have to transplant a Darling, because it doesn’t fit with the rest of the story after all (I frequently move around puns, or sometimes a character), but honestly not as much as the kill-your-darlings adage would have you believe? I think this is partly because of how I magpie all the pieces of a new project before I dive into writing it, and partially because I have, uh. So Many, Very Different WIPs—I’ve deffo got a Brand and Faves, but I like to play, too, and Darlings can always find a place to fit in.

tl;dr: Darlings are Good, actually, and it’s good when writing Sparks Joy, and it’s okay to build a project around things that Delight you without feeling obligated to ruthlessly murder them.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Uh oh, nerfed myself by reblogging the original post while between projects XD I spose I shall answer one project Forward instead of Backward, because I have more lore stacked up about Driscoll than Rell. So, about my purple monster child living in an interstitial liminal space:

Turns out this kid is gonna be immortal (they absolutely do Not realize that, where we leave them at the end of book, although Astute Readers may suspect something along those lines, given the parallel Crimson situation). Fortunately: Tam-Tam can ALSO be immortal, as long as nothing eats her when she’s a tiny spiderling. (“Tiny spiderling” referencing how large she is in-book, which is the size of a four-slice toaster.) (Because she’s buddies with Driscoll, she will absolutely not get eaten.)

Both Tam-Tam and Driscoll, they longer they’re around, undergo Physical Changes. Turns out raknids (Tam-Tam’s spideresque monster variety) continue to molt and grow their entire lives, so eventually she’ll end up Shelob Size or Bigger, except more neon and friendly, which I love for her. Absolutely a rideable amount of monster. (Driscoll likes walking too much to ride her, but it remains an option.)

By the end of the book, Driscoll (spoilers) has already started to get cooler monstery parts, like vertical beaded purple eyes (Google gecko eyes, they’re so cool) and some sharper teeth to go with their once-dyed hair that’s grown purple since they got to In Between. When they’re much older, they are also gonna get some impressive antlers, and they stretch out even longer than their currently gangly teenage self is, and they turn purpley-silver with skin like lightning, and they blur into and out of the landscape, and their eyes fucken glow (because that’s also so cool). I wrote a whole two-page short story/descriptiony drabble thing about the gradual transformation, and I had a grand time doing it! (Said discriptiony drabble is also soaked in sadness, though, because Driscoll’s human second family is not, in fact, immortal. Losing people one by one sends Driscoll wandering for a while, and every time they come back a little stranger.)

When they’re that much older, they still do the Leading Misplaced Humans To Town thing, but they no longer need to be physically present to do so (honestly: For the best, because they hit a point where they no longer look passably human before the hit the “worth trusting anyway” point). Instead of walking people physically back to town, they can lead them there with strange purple wildflowers sprouting up in a trail from where the misplaced person is to where town is. The flowers get weirder, the longer Driscoll is In Between—like distorted memories of flowers instead of the real deal.

….turns out I have a lot more lore about my purple child than I thought I did, so I’m gonna stop here before this gets out of control. But thanks for asking!! Love talking about this kid!!

#text #answered #ask game #ask meme #writing #in btw #driscoll #tam-tam #kill your darlings #seriously thanks this was so fun!!!

[mavrintarou]

Once Again

Writemyseoulaway > mavrintarou

Paring: Suna Rintarou x you (f-reader) Warnings: none in particular? None Y E T. Summary: Your biological clock is ticking and Rintarou offers to help you. 

Note: something new with this new account - I’ll slowly migrate my other works over eventually. This will be a mini-series.  .

“Absolutely not.”

You sat there like a child getting scolded by their parents. After trying to explain a quarter way through- Suna Rintarou already cut you off many times repeatedly telling you no.

A big part of you held back your amusement, you’ve never seen Rin lose his shit before over anything.

He had invited himself over to your condo unexpectedly when you had all your paperwork and laptop out with the procedure of artificial insemination. You had three profiles laid out with notes scribbled in red ink with the pros and cons.

His visit took you off guard and distracted you and you forgotten your whole ordeal that was sprawled all over your dining table. You asked him if he was hungry because he was always hungry. You told him to help himself to whatever was in the fridge while you stepped away to use the bathroom.

When you returned, you froze in place seeing his back is faced to you and he’s peering down at all paperwork.

His head slowly turns, and his jaw is sharp. He holds the paper, partially now crumpled by his fist. “What the fuck is this?”

After sitting there quietly listening and telling you how dangerous this procedure is, you finally realized, you didn’t need his opinion nor needed his approval. “Rin, you have no say in this. If anything, you’re my best friend, you should support me.”

“You can’t-“ he shouts, standing up abruptly and running his hands through his chaotic hair. He takes a deep breath before turning around to face again, “this is a complete stranger we are talking about.”

“And?”

“You’re going to go and sleep with a complete stranger and have his baby? Absolutely not!”

You weren’t even sure why he was so upset.

“Rin,” you pat the spot beside you, but he sits on your coffee table instead in front of you. You grab his hands in yours, “I’m not sleeping with him. This is all artificially insemination, meaning I’ll get his sperm-“

“Absolutely not.”

You sigh before continuing, “and it will be frozen and ship to the clinic I’m going to, and a procedure will happen where the sperm is then inserted into my eggs and then the---”

“That sounds horrific.” Yes, you knew that.

“I know.” You answered tiredly.

The concern on his face is something new to you, “then why are you doing this?”

“Because I want a baby!” you blubbered out desperately and then exhaled deeply. You break away from his eyes and apologize, “I’m not getting any younger, Rin. My biological clock is ticking and…”

“Then have my baby.” . . .

Your mind is hazy the following day at work.

“Think about my offer.” He said quietly before leaving your place.

You couldn’t lie, you thought it was a dream that Rin offered to give you a baby. His baby.

“Are yer’ fucken crazy?” you blurted, accent coming out and all. “That’s hardly anything to joke about.”

“I’m not joking,” and you knew he wasn’t. Rin might tease you all your life that you’ve known him, but he has never joked about anything that was a serious matter. “I’m serious, I’ll help. Don’t do this shit.”

The paper that was half crumpled is now fully crumpled up into a ball and tossed somewhere.

You pull away from him, pressing both sides of your temple to ease the tension in your brain that’s trying to comprehend what just happened.

Rin calls your name, “think about it, what if this person you choose, he’s not even 100% honest with what he wrote in that shit. Do you really want to risk it?” He grabs your wrists, pulling you until you’re sitting upwards again. “You know me. You know who I am. I can give you a baby.”

. . .

For a couple of nights in a row, you could not sleep without hearing Rin’s voice repeatedly saying then have my baby. You had countless dreams of either being pregnant or having a male figure there with you though you cannot see their face. Or it would be a dream of you holding a baby in your arms with another faceless male holding his arms out and saying, “come to daddy!”

“Wow Director Y/l/n are you okay?” you secretary asks that morning when you made it into the office.

You gave her a tried smile and assured her you were fine. Makeup failed to cover the dark circles around your eyes.

As soon as your second meeting of the day was over, you were greeted unexpectedly by a visitor waiting outside your office. He leaned against your office door casually with one ankle crossed over the other and his phone in his hand as he scrolls through it. He finally looks up, sensing you and stands up straight, waiting for you.

“Mr. Suna has been waiting here for you for 20-minutes now,” your secretary informs behind you.

You walk up to Rin and even with your heels, he seemed taller than you remember. It was obvious why he is at your workplace, a place that everyone seems to now welcome him since he comes often.

Walking around him you opened your office door with him trailing right after you. You kicked off your heels and sit on the arm of your couch. Your hand claps on your lap as you look at him, “Rin,” you greeted, “what are you doing here?”

He is dressed casually, khakis with a black shirt and a sweater over. “You weren’t picking up my calls.”

“But I texted you back, right?” You had high hopes that if you didn’t speak about this topic with him, he would forget about it.

Wishful thinking.

He walks towards you and sits down on your coffee table. “I couldn’t trust you that you wouldn’t go head and choose a sleezy guy to give you a baby since you weren’t taking me seriously at all.”

“You’re right, I’m not taking you seriously at all because Rin, you matter too much as my best friend than the father of my baby. How will I live the rest of my life hiding that from my child? And… you have to take it into consideration to what if, my child looks identical to you.” You pause to allow him to absorb that information. “What will your future wife say if she saw my child. And wouldn’t you think it will be weird if my child calls you uncle when you clearly know you aren’t their uncle?”

“Okay,” he agrees calmly, too calmly, “you have a point, I don’t want to be their uncle.” That struck your heart, how do you have a child and not have Rin be a part of their lives. This was something you weren’t prepared for.

Rintarou was your friend since middle school. You two were troublemakers together, always getting stuck cleaning the classrooms as punishments for being late to class for over-sleeping in the study rooms. When you got into a physical fight with some girls of a different school, he was the one tending your wounds afterwards (while scolding you). Three months before graduation, you discovered your feelings for Rin after he dates his first girlfriend. Rumors spread after his girlfriend confronted you. You didn’t deny nor admitted to the rumors until Rin asked you, and you said yes.

For almost 3-months, neither of you spoke to each other. It was the Miya twins that forced you two to talk it out and at last, things went back to normal.

Even after almost 8-years, your feelings stayed the same and you never brought it up again. You carried on with your life, dating only once in those years while you lost count how many relationships Rin had.

Rintarou is your friend, and you won’t tarnish that.

He smiles, “let me be their father then. Let’s get married and we can start a family.”

Your heart pound hard against your chest and the cogs in your brain has stopped spinning. You stood up and walked away, putting distance between the two of you. Was he crazy? He is crazy. First he offers a baby and now he is offering to marry you?

Your long-held breath expelled, “thank you for your kind offer, but I cannot accept.” You shook your head in disbelief. “You are crazy.”

He mirrors your expression, “you’re crazy for choosing a random stranger. You know me inside out.”

You inhaled sharply, you had to take a deep breath before you carefully speak your next words. “I like you, Rintarou. Still. Since high school days.” You look at him straight in the eyes, so he can see exactly how you feel spilling your feelings. “But you’ve made it clear that you don’t see me that way and that’s completely okay. So please,” you pleaded, with your voice and your eyes, “don’t make it hard for me.”

He is silent and that’s what scares you.

“If this is some sort of guilt you’re feeling, stop it. I don’t need it. I don’t need you to feel obligated to help me. I don’t want you to help me.” He watches with his sharp fox-eyes. “You have a wonder career that you have worked hard to get where you are now. But your career also requires more than 100% of your attention. Just look at how many of your teammates are married with a family? None.” You pointed out, “I don’t want to marry, but if I do, it’ll be someone who will be able to give me more than 100% of their time and commitment.” You offer a small smile, “I like you, Rintarou. You’re my best friend and someone I hold close inside my heart, but I cannot choose you for those reasons.”

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks and your breath hiked. You knew that look, that’s the look that he is about to say something ludicrous.

“So,” he says again, catching your eyes this time. They illuminate and it makes you shift on your feet, “100% of my time, eh?”

You tilt your head in confusion watching him say a brief goodbye and leave without another word.

. . .

E/n: no editing yet. 

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[milqueandsugar]

Different MCYTs reacting to you wearing their hoodie/cape/clothing! If you write a scene with any of them please use He/Him pronouns if you can't use those then They/Them!

🏵 Your Tea Is Ready 🏵

Warnings: None

Genre: fluff

| Ghostbur |

it was common for the two of you to go for midnight walks 

Ghostbur didn’t sleep, and you were a night owl, so it made sense most of your activities occurred after hours 

this night was no different 

okay it was a little different, the weather that was 

it had been nice all day, arguably it was rather hot 

however it seemed that the nice weather was only a facade as the wind and rain were quick to pick up a little after one am 

while the two of you were in the middle of no where

luckily Ghostbur was able to take some cover under a nearby tree, unfortunately it wasn’t big enough to shelter the both of you 

“Oh, Y/N switch places with me, you’re going to catch a cold!”

“And you’ll melt, I’ll be fine Ghostbur” 

“I’ll be okay!”

“shh! I’m not taking a no on this one, I’ll be okay! I have a great immune system thank you very much” 

despite how much you would like to pretend the cold wasn’t causing you immense amounts of discomfort, your body had betrayed you 

you could hardly keep still as your teeth chattered and shiver wracked up and down your spine 

feeling incredibly guilty Ghostbur found himself shedding himself of his sweater

Ignoring the stinging pain of the water splashing against his skin he wrapped his sweater around your shoulders

“Huh?”

“If you aren’t going to switch places with me I’d rather you be warm”

you let out a little chuckle and slip the dampening sweater over your head, it fit almost perfectly on you, a little loose in the sleeves but it was nice

Ghostbur thanked the gods that it was so dark out and you couldn’t see the blush overcoming his face, he never knew how good you looked in his clothes before, he should give you his sweater more often

“Thanks ‘Bur”

“Y-you’re welcome..!”

| Punz |

you had always been a fan of the merchants jewelry 

the golden chains and ocaasional gem stones always captured your eye 

and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit jealous 

luckily enough you were friends with the man, so surely you could jsut ask to borrow some right? 

his fit of uncontrollable laughter was enough to shatter your heart, let along the words that followed it 

“You want to what?” 

“Wear your jewelry! There’s a ball coming up and-”

“AHAHAHA! You’re kidding me right? You want my jewelry?”

“Well I’d return it of course-”

“Sure you would, Y/N, sure I’d let you borrow them” 

“h-huh? Really?”

“- with a price of course”

You’re face dropped as Punz ran one of his hands over the rings on the other, taunting you 

he had more shit then he’d ever wear! 

he doesn’t even like them! All he does is complain about the ‘hinderances ’! 

In your humiliated brooding an idea suddenly came to mind, well, more of a scheme then anything

“How about I challenge you for them?” 

“Oh?” 

It didn’t matter what the challenge was

Nor did it matter whatever silly rules Punz made before hand 

what did matter is that you absolutely crushed him, and now not only was he driving you to the ball, he also had to lend you whatever jewelry you desired 

Knocking begrudgingly on your door it didn’t take long for you to answer and when you did, oooh boy

The way the gold glittered in the moonlight, the rings decorating your fingers, slightly to big for you 

You’re glamourous suit, he could’ve sworn he had died and went to heaven 

“Ready to be my personal driver?”

his words fall flat as he opened his mouth to retort, all he could focus on was... well you 

“Punz, you okay?”

“You look so fucken hot” 

“PUNZ!” 

| Awesamdude |

With Sam’s work as the warden, he didn’t have much time for self care 

let alone house care, and the neglect showed

deciding you could no longer allow you’re friend to live in such disrepair you had taken it upon yourself to clean up after him 

he did so much for you and the rest of the server, he deserved to be taken care of as well! 

That’s how you found yourself spending your days organizing through the mans chests, files, even keeping his garden up to date

no plant went unwatered, no cobweb left up for more then a day 

and although he insisted you spend your time on your own projects it was easy to break him down 

being a warden was hard work afterall, in his defense he was exhausted when you came up with the idea! 

Eventually you’re cleaning spree lead you to his bedroom, a place you seldom enter to respect his privacy 

that being said the glimpses you caught of it were horrific. how he didn’t catch some sort of sickness was impressive, though certainly worrying 

You had just finished clearing the floor of loose trash and clothes when you began to fold what you hoped was clean laundry back into the drawers of his dresser 

soon enough however you had stumbled upon a crown, one of his older ones seeing as there were many a redstone stains and gouges in its still shiny surface 

maybe it was curiosity 

more so the boredom of the repeated tasks 

but you soon found yourself taking in you’re figure in his mirror, crown sat above you’re head 

just as you were about to do a twirl for yourself a voice caught your attention 

“It looks good on you” 

“Ahh! Sam! I’m sorry I didn’t know you’d be home so early” 

“Don’t worry about it, I took the day off, seriously though it looks good on you, you should keep it” 

“oh, are you sure?”

“Of course” 

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