#lemme know if you want me to tag you in future i think i made a list somewhere but i can't find it

[saintslewis]

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 — 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

˖ ࣪⭑ - pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!oc

˖ ࣪⭑ - summary: the first meeting. new neighbourhoods bring back old family friends after many years of being apart. dinner at the Hamiltons somehow manages to make new ideas spark.

˖ ࣪⭑ - warnings for this chapter: none

˖ ࣪⭑ - saint’s team radio: omg it’s literally been ten/eleven days since i released the masterlist and i’m only posting the first chapter rn??? sorry about that baes but pls do enjoy the very first chapter of renaissance!!! mwah! Taglist is down below babies 😚 lemme know if you wanna be tagged 💗

masterlist

next chapter

Turning the sounds of Future down just a little bit as she drove into the street of her parents new home, Nadia closed her car window and eyed the grand houses that she drove past in her 8 year old Honda. Sighing, she parked into her parents driveway, seeing both their cars parked outside and decided to park behind her mother's car and watched as the house gate closed shut.

Stuffing her phone into her hoodie pouch and fixing her blonde and pink ombré hair, knowing very well that her mom will find a way to comment on the new colour, she got out of the car and locked it.

The Buckinghamshire sunset was slowly approaching, the wind not too harsh to even lift a couple of hairs but yet the Friday afternoon was quite chilly. Trees were becoming more and more green the more she looked at them and the birds definitely weren't silent. Hearing the front door open with a bit of a creak to it, Nadia's tired smile grew on her face as she saw her mom replicate the same emotion.

"Nads!" Thembi, her mother, expressed as she watched her daughter walk towards her on the pathway to the front door. Thembi definitely had an off day, wearing an ever so colourful sundress with the charm necklace that Nadia's younger cousin made. She carried something small in her hands as she extended her arms to Nadia.

"Hi mom." Nadia tiredly greeted as she leaned into her mother's arms. "2 weeks since I've seen you, nana. How are you?" Thembi said to her daughter, leading Nadia into the house. "I'm tired, there was an extra class I had to take up after school. And just thinking of the grocery shopping I have to do tomorrow just tires me even more." She sighed, looking around the grand home that her stepdad, James, had built for her mom.

Gosh, just thinking of the love that her mom and stepdad share just makes her want to cry. Moving to the Uk was an extremely difficult challenge that Thembi and Nadia had to endure, not sure how they were going to survive with just the two of them but James had met her mom and made the lifelong promise that they would build their life together and they did exactly that although wanting to care for someone as their own after Nadia. In a few days, Nadia's younger cousin would be moving in with her parents for a scholarship she received back in South Africa.

"But enough about me, does Rea need a lift from the airport?" Nadia asked, beelining towards the soft couch in the living room and immediately relaxing onto what feels like clouds. "Yes, I have a meeting the moment she lands and James has to watch over his project. I also gave her some money so maybe you guys can get some ice cream?" Thembi rushed all her words out, walking all over the place looking for something.

"Mom, why are you rushing? What's going on?" Nadia sat up properly from the couch as she watched her mom move frantically.

"Oh we've got a dinner with our neighbours, surprisingly moved from Stevenage with us. Doubt you remember them."Her mom said, hurriedly putting her earrings on in the large hallway mirror and checking her short afro. With a stunned expression in Nadia's face, she looked down at the outfit she had on then looking up at her mother who was all dolled up. "But ma, don't you think I'm underdressed for a dinner?" She asked, unconsciously holding the pouch of her hoodie.

Looking at her daughter once, Thembi shook her head before turning back to the mirror. "Please, these neighbours are super, what's the word you use? chill. We've been friends with them since your primary days." She smiled at Nadia before heading to the base of the staircase. "James! Finish up! Nads arrived so let's go!" Thembi shouted.

"Wait, how long has this been planned?" Nadia looked at her mom confused to which she just smiled at her innocently. "It just slipped my mind two weeks ago, sorry. Now, let's go wait by the front door to make James feel bad for making us wait." Her mom ordered with Nadia following after her, holding her car keys.

"I'll follow you guys there, I'll go home afterwards because I've got too much work waiting for me back home." Nadia informed her mother as she heard footsteps coming from the hallway. "Nadia! It's been too long. How's everything?" James greeted with a huge grin, side hugging his stepdaughter.

"Who knew high school kids would have so much energy when you mention a free lesson?" Nadia said, tilting her head back at the memory of her day and how it drained her. James just smiled and squeezed her shoulder as Thembi opened the front door, leading them to their cars.

-

Turning into the street at least two minutes away from where her mom and stepdad live, Nadia rolled her eyes at the thought that they could've just walked but knowing how her mom thinks, walking at night even in their neighbourhood was never safe.

Following James' suv through the large black gates, a much grander yet modern home came into the view of her window shield leaving her mesmerised, so much so that she even turned down her music to look at the fairy lights lighting up the driveway to the house. Looking forward, she saw a few cars parked outside of the garage onto the gravel seeing a trend of Mercedes in this household.

Finding a decent parking spot next to her parent's car, she climbed out of the car and fixed her hair once again and clicked her gel nails, trying to hype herself up to be present at the dinner. Hearing quite loud greetings behind her, she shut her car door closed and locked it and walked to the enthusiastic group at the neighbours front door. Two children ran outside as well seeming to be chasing each other with their laughter filling the air.

A gasp came from the woman with the white short hair, walking around what seemed to be her husband with her arms out. "My goodness, Nadia! Is that you? Thembi, you didn't say anything about her beauty!" The woman that she had yet to recognise stood at an arms length with her hands clasped as she examined Nadia with a large smile. Nadia was trying her hardest to remember who exactly this woman was but she put that aside and walked forward to briefly hug the woman.

"Hello." She greeted with a smile, feeling herself go back into her bubble as all the attention was directed at her. "Well, welcome to our new home! Stevenage cannot separate us!" The older man said as he turned to welcome Nadia into the house home as everyone followed in. She immediately recognised the man to be Anthony, a good friend of her parents. Everytime she would see him back in Stevenage, he was always very nice yet reserved. She's very sure that she's seen the older woman before but for the life of her cannot remember.

A much younger woman had turned the corner holding a child's hands and Nadia internally sighed in relief as she realised that she wasn't the only young person attending the dinner. "Oh hello!" She happily greeted Thembi and James, hugging them as they exchanged kind words to each other. The younger woman turned to her with a stunned yet animated expression as she smiled at Nadia.

"Hi I'm Nicola, your parents have told me so many things about you." She introduced herself then her hand pointed towards the kids. "These are my kids, Willow and Milo. Come say hi guys." The children immediately running to her with the boy being a little shy but the girl, Willow, hugged Nadia's leg and looked up at her with the largest smile she's ever seen on someone. "I love your hair!" The girl exclaimed happily, examining the blonde wig with pink ends.

"Come on everyone! The pasta will get cold!" You all heard the older woman from before voice out.

"So Nadia! My goodness, you've grown. I would remember seeing you leave for school back in Stevenage." The woman, who's name was Linda, expressed and looked over to Thembi with a smile. "So do tell, how's everything going with you?" Anthony spoke up after taking a sip of his juice.

Putting down her utensils, Nadia looked over the table to see everyone focused on her. "Well uh where do I begin. After high school, I went to Cambridge for Law but eventually switched to Education for personal reasons. Spent quite the time away from home but i would call and visit when i could. I teach at Preston Manor in Wembley, where i live as well and the past few years have been quite uneventful. I do dabble a bit in fashion from time to time." Nadia spoke, watching as the table took in all the information.

"Mum, Sir uncle loves fashion!" The young boy vocalised to his mom. "Speaking of him, let me find out where he is because we know he's always late for everything." Nicola chuckled as she took her phone to make a call.

"Cambridge? Wow! Now that's something to brag about!" Linda smiled at Nadia, giggling over to her mother who looked proud of her daughter.

Not being able to take compliments as easily as others would, Nadia shyly put her down and glanced at her manicured nails, wanting the conversation to shift from her to anything else. Luckily for her, the attention switched to Nicola walking rather quickly to the front door to welcome someone into the house. Wanting to escape the very cheery welcome of the newcomer, Nadia politely asked to go to the bathroom.

"Why the fuck is this house so big?" She whispered to herself as she dried her hands on the hand towel, exiting the guest bathroom to get back into the dining room. Hearing rather heavy footsteps seemingly walking into her direction, Nadia opted to walk faster to avoid a possibly awkward encounter with anyone at the dinner table even though she's already grown fond of Nicola and her kids.

About to turn the corner, a soft yet musky scent wafted through the air, encircling Nadia's space. What entered her vision were brown air jordans, similar to those some of her students constantly spoke of usually with grief that they were expensive. Lifting her head to look at the individual in front of her, they seemed to slow their tracks.

Setting her eyes on the man in front of her, she tried her level best to not take in his facial features all in one moment. Seeing the tattoos that decorated his arm and hands, the woman grew speechless at the amount he had. Granted she had a few of her one but his were well kept and gorgeous. The graphic shirt he had on sat very well on his body, the perfect fit that is 'oversized' and his shorts showed the athletic build he had. She tried to snap out of it and so did he.

Lewis didn't want to say he was completely entranced by the woman in front of him but this was a face you couldn't get out of your head even if you wanted. Firstly he admired the choice of colour of her hair, seeing how it suited Nadia's face so well. Moving down to her face, her nose piercing was shining under the hallway light and the lipgloss had clearly been freshly coated. The outfit was very chill, the hoodie and cargo pants combo seemed extremely comfortable on her, blanketing her in a way. As if one blink could change everything, Nadia had blinked and turned her head, looking away from him.

"Oh sorry, you can go right through." She said with a small smile on her face as she moved out of the way so he could walk past him. "Thanks.. I'm Lewis." He introduced himself and the equally as small smile was as soft as he seemed. "Nadia, nice to meet you." She responded, blinking rather slowly as she was still as sleepy as she was before. "Likewise." Lewis answered, the small crinkle by his eyes showed that he seemed a bit tired as well but he clearly did not want to show.

With that, they both excluded the conversation with one entering the bathroom with the other heading in the direction of the dining table.

Willow had opted to sit next to Nadia as she piqued the young girl's interest, quite the colourful woman with not much to say. Nadia could not ignore how the child already began to adore her, her heart aching at the thought of possibly not seeing her new best friend that she made. Creating relationships with people other than her family was tough but to see herself become comfortable with neighbours she hadn't seen in years was odd. Willow's attention clearly went somewhere else as Nadia was in her thoughts, the man from before taking the child's seat. "Hey, that was my seat!" The young girl pouted at Lewis. "Yeah, that was my homegirl's seat." Nadia jokingly said as well, looking at his amused face.

"Sir uncle, you can sit on the couches." Willow ordered as she had a staring contest with her uncle. "But that's so far?" He had giggled, completely amusing Nadia who was watching the whole interaction. "Exactly." Willow sassed, making Nadia laugh.

A small gasp came from Linda's lips as she and the others had been watching the cute scene in front of them as everyone was getting ready for dessert. "Thembi, would you look at how precious this is." The older woman gushed, eyes focused on Nadia playing with Willow as Milo and now joined the scene, Lewis and Nadia having a conversation (mainly Lewis being curious on the hoodie and earrings).

"Are we sure about what we're going to do?" Anthony looked at Nicola with her nodding her head. "I feel like it's going to work. These rumours have been off the charts these past few weeks." Rightfully as his half-sister, she was worried about her brother. Everything seemed to be hurdled at Lewis, all types of untrue things and his pr team were working hard but had not found a solution or anything to put good attention to the driver. Reaching out to the family, Nicola, Anthony and Nadia's parents had managed to come up with something, unsure of whether it would work or not.

"You guys have been huddled up together for a while now, is everything okay?" Nadia spoke up, suspiciously looking at the group. "We're discussing the true crime shows that I've recommended to them." Thembi lied straight through her teeth, surprised that Nadia bought it. All she did was nod her head and continued playing with Willow, finding Lewis a very interesting person and someone she could definitely be friends with.

taglist: @non-stop-imagines @folkloresthings @flowerchild-96 @userlando @lorarri @thisismeracing @thatsdemko @myescapefromthislife @slytherinjimin3nthusiast @jamie2305 @like-fire-love-blog @sugardontbesweet @simpfortoomanymen

dividers by: @cafekitsune

faceclaim for nadia: @/unclewaffles_ on ig!

all pictures from pinterest and ig!

#☆ ‧₊˚ saint’s media pen #x black reader #x black fem reader #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton x oc #lewis hamilton x black reader #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x black!reader #f1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x oc #f1 x you #formula one x black reader

[howdoyousleep3]

If the mood strikes, my dream fic from you would be about Daddy Ari lovin’ on a lady who is thicccc (with at least four c’s…and some accompanying triple D’s) but also able to handle him just right, if you know what I mean. 😈

It became a thing, I couldn't resist. This felt very therapeutic for me and I loved every second of it. Shoutout to Husband for making me two espresso martinis that inadvertently pushed me to finish this. Shoutout to the espresso martinis for making me extra horny for this. Thank you bby nonnie for this blessed Ask. 😮‍💨❤️‍🔥

notable tags: reader insert, plus size reader, size difference, size kink, nipple play, sexual awakening (of sorts), daddy kink, multiple orgasms, love at first fuck sight, comeplay, dirty talk (this man 😤), a bit of a subby daddy ari word count: 1.7K song inspo

"Baby...baby, you're gonna kill me. Fuck, have mercy, sugar..."

You can't remember a time when you've felt this powerful while in bed with someone else. Your fingers dig into the meat of Ari's hairy pecs as you rock your hips selfishly, mouth dropping open when his cock, every deliciously thick inch of it, stretches the walls of your pussy out.

Rarely do you ever agree to ride someone. Rarely do you enjoy it, rarely do you feel sexy on top, rarely do you get lost in the swirls of confidence and desire and eroticism of it.

But Ari is different.

You can count on one hand the amount of times someone has made you feel wanted, has made you feel craved like he does. You aren't the type of person who can easily find someone so compatible that you end up in bed together. You have high standards brought on by insecurities, ones that most people aren't willing to meet.

It took one look at Ari Levinson as he walked into your boss's office, big and burly and openly flirty, to know that he'd set the new bar for any future lover.

"Fuck, m'gonna keep you," he hollers and growls almost to himself, leaning up onto his elbows to get a better look at the show you're putting on. "Gonna keep you here all for myself, pretty girl. Ain't ever gettin' rid'a me after this, not when you take my cock like some sort'a goddamn professional, fuck me."

One paw for a hand comes up to smack at your ass, fingers digging into the meat of your hip so hard it forces a whimper from your mouth. You love it.

You don't think about your body as you bounce on him, about his hands as they continue to grab and squeeze you all over. In fact, you find the headiness of it hot, his touches going right to your head as much as they do your swollen pussy.

He's already made you come once all over his beard and you're well on your way to a second one. You can't see an end in sight though; there's no way your hunger for him will ever dwindle.

"Ari," you whine, long and pitiful, a pout of a noise that hits him right where you want it to, just as his cock does inside of you. You whine again when your rocking turns into frantic grinding, reveling in the stretch of his cock and the rub of your clit. He groans, thick and gravelly, hands coming up to squeeze at your tits. Fuck.

“Yeah baby, yeah you better take it, take what’s yours. Come all over my cock, lemme feel it. Fuck, you’re perfect, look at you just take it like it's yours. Don’t make me beg for it, sugar. Come on…”

His mouth on your nipples is what does it, the way he sucks each sensitive nub into his mouth, suckling on it hungrily as you fuck yourself in his lap. It sparks deep pleasure within you, stirring in your tummy and spreading to your clit. He holds you over him, paws squeezing your tits together to better glide his mouth between each nipple, his muffled moans sounding like pleas and making you ache.

The scratch of his beard on your sensitive skin, the selfless way he lets you take, the ache of the walls of your pussy as your grind in tight— you shatter apart within seconds.

Your ears ring with the force of your climax, your body stunned by the intensity of it. No one has ever made you come like this. You sound like you’re sobbing as you shake apart on top of him, thighs trembling, elbows locked as you continue to let him suck loudly at your heavy tits. Your pussy trembles around his length, milking him for everything he’s worth, desperate for his own release alongside yours.

You’re about to collapse on top of him, dizzy with the aftershocks of your orgasm, when you’re suddenly moving, being turned and flipped easily onto your back.

No one has ever manhandled you either. You smile before you can process your thoughts, already knowing that you like it, no— you love it.

Even given your size, a size that has scared cowards away in the past, he still manages to make you feel dainty and teeny.

You swear you aren't going to let him go after this either.

“Look at’chu smilin’ while you get dicked down, you pretty fuckin’ baby. My cock put that smile on your face? Huh?” Ari huffs out against your lips, nipping at your chin when you giggle, laying himself out on top of you. Your giggle morphs right into a throaty moan when Ari reaches down and takes his cock in hand, slipping it back into your pussy without hesitation.

When you squeeze yourself around him the moment he’s pressed in to the hilt, greedy for him and slipping your fingers through his hair pushily, Ari growls.

“You’re gonna make me fall in love if you keep up shit like that, sweetheart.”

You squeeze yourself around him again, once and then twice, a smile spreading across your lips once more even when he wraps one of those big hands around the front of your throat. If it's supposed to be some sort of threat, he doesn't know who he's up against or who he's unleashed inside of you.

And he falters within a few pumps of his hips.

"Fuck baby," he groans, pressing his forehead against yours as his hands slip back down to grab and squeeze at your tits. They've always been sensitive, almost too much so, but when Ari touches them in the selfish way that he does, it takes your sensitivity to an entirely new level.

“It’s like you were made for me," he pants out as he fucks into you, the slick noises of your pussy hitting your ears and making you flush. "No one can just…just take this dick. Can take me. You know that?"

You don't have the energy to slow your little fucked-out noises long enough to tell him that very few people have what it takes to deal with you as well. Instead you tug at his hair and widen your legs further around his burly waist, welcoming him deeper into your body.

"And you're out here making it look easy, like it's a privilege, like it's what you're meant to do."

Your head spins as he kneads at your tits hungrily, growling as he mouths at them before pulling back to sit up. The fluidity of his movements, the way he continues to dig into that sweet spot inside of you with his cock, is almost masterful.

"Ari...Ari, you feel so good, you—"

"Oh baby, make a man's dreams come true," he interrupts you in a rush, rumbling as he squeezes at your belly, the new angle making you damn near squeal. "Call me 'Daddy', sugar. Tell Daddy he feels so good stretchin' your pretty pussy out."

His words light you the fuck up. He has continued to run his mouth about how perfect you are when he's straight out of your dirtiest, most wettest of dreams. And you don't hesitate to give him exactly what he wants.

You bring your hands up to cup your shoulders, smushing your tits together and letting them bounce with Ari's harsh thrusts, and let out the prettiest whine you can manage when you're this close to passing out from getting the best dick of your life.

"Make my...make my pretty pussy feel so good, Daddy."

"Oh my god," Ari raggedly moans, his eyelids falling closed and his hips stuttering as your words are processed. And you can't help yourself, not when you so obviously have this great of an effect on Daddy. Not when you're both so incredibly close to sharing an orgasm.

"Come in my pussy, Daddy. Want you to drop that big Daddy load in my pretty pussy."

Ari’s holler almost startles you, the guffaw of disbelief coupled with a throaty groan making you giggle into your own moan. Your moan leaves you in a rush when he shoves at the back of your knees, pressing you further into the mattress. The movement tightens your channel up to the point where you feel tears well up in your eyes.

Everything feels so hot as you watch him watch your pussy get fucked.

"M'gonna come on those fuckin' tits," is what he moans raggedly, thick chest heaving as he pants. "Let Daddy come on those pretty tits, baby. Let him save this sweet...sweet pussy for next time."

You nod your head eagerly and find yourself pleading with him as soon as you hear his request.

"You touch yourself and make yourself come with me, you hear me?"

"Mhmm yes, Daddy."

"Fuck me..."

The moment Ari's jaw drops open, his fist flying over his cock as he looks down at you, you feel the burn of an orgasm in your core. How could you do anything but come when he's looking at you like this? Your fingers swirl over your clit just as requested, the poor, abused numb, swollen and achy. It's the perfect sensation to go along with your view.

This has to be the hottest thing you've ever witnessed.

"Fuck, ask me one more time, baby. Please, please tell Daddy—"

"Daddy, please! Come on these titties, Daddy. They're yours, they're all yours. Make them messy, make 'em—"

"Jesus Christ, m'gonna come. Daddy's comin', baby..."

You're going to come. You're going to come at the same time as Ari is, legs spread wide in the air, rubbing at your clit.

It seems this is a night of firsts.

The first splash of hot come across your chest does you in this time around. Instead of your ears ringing, your ears are filled with the noises of Ari coming, his grunts and gasps, his bitten off curses and your name.

You eagerly press your chest out in a display of complete submission as you come, your climax feeling less like waves and more like shocks of pleasure, some almost painful. You manage to moan out Ari's name, his newfound title as well, and when he lets go of his twitching cock, his fingers quickly find his mess on your tits.

The last shocks of your orgasm leave your system the moment his come-covered fingers slip between your willing lips.

You suck them down greedily.

Ari's moan sounds like thunder all around you.

"Yeah, there's no way in hell you're gettin’ rid'a me, pretty girl..."

#askK #my writing #daddy ari #ari levison x reader #plus size reader #fem reader #i personally have such a torn relationship with plus-size reader/character fics/books but #when i read this my bits went bananas so... #here we are lol

[alieinthemorning]

Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"

You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.

He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.

"Man, I'm glad I married ya."

It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.

"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.

"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.

"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"

"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up  and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.  

His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.

"Man, yer ma is a good cook."

You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."

"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."

You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.

"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.

"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.

Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.

This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.

You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.

"Feedin' a friend of yers?"

You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."

She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"

You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.

"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.

But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.

You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.

You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.

"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."

He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"

"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."

"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."

I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it. 

Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

#alie ficlets #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu x reader

[piningprecussionist]

Howdy, Pine! Can we get three headcanons for all your favorite Scott Pilgrim characters? :-)

Oh absolutely!!!! Lemme think for a minute...

((FUTURE FUTURE ME: I LITERALLY JUST PROCESSED YOU SAID THREE HEADCANONS IM SO SORRY--- YOU WILL UNDERSTAND 😭))

Okay I had a whole thing here, but we're gonna try this again but slightly more Hinged-- forcing myself to format so things don't get out of hand again. I will HAPPILY elaborate, though!!

((Whoop this is future me. This post is going to be so long if I dont do this, so I'm going to put this all under the cut! I'll try to remember to come back up here with the characters I talk about- alternative, should I not do that, maybe check the tags! I'll try to only tag the people I'm directly talking about))

KIM PINE

sexuality: very likely canonically Bi, I am a very big fan of her being a comp. het. lesbian, though (I get this both from my read of the comics/her character and just me Injecting myself into my favorite characters ✌️)

pronouns: she/her usually, but I think she'd be very open and vibe with they/them (me injecting myself again, but also she's just chill like that. I think she prefers if strangers use they/them for her, and her friends or partners use she/her. I'm undecided if she prefers her partners call her their girlfriend or their partner, though.)

Characters I think she has feelings for: RAMONA FLOWERS, Lisa Miller, (MAYBE Scott Pilgrim, still)

Elaboration on that:

I honestly think I can just. Point at some comic panels for Ramona. And the goat thing again. They make me Unhinged that's how canon that is.

Lisa!!! My beloved!!! I think she had a tiny crush on her in high school and had no idea that it was a crush until way later in life- maybe shortly after seeing her again, actually. But like. She's so obviously smiley and happy when she's around, I really can't help but read it that way! She, at the very least, gets an extreme mood boost in her presence, so she really likes having her around.

Scott Pilgrim.... *scrubbing at my face* okay. Okay. So, I have a couple different reads on her feelings for Scott, they're kind of complicated for me to dismantle. Especially since I haven't started my reread of book 6 (I've been giving my thumbs a break, which I am currently prolonging but I have been DYING for someone to ask me to talk about this series.) I'm going to go with my more canon read and leave it at that I think, because it's already becoming this text wall.

Scott was really important to her, I think. She's this aloof, sullen, bitchy girl and she knows it- and then this dorky idiot walks into her life and they really hit it off! They date, they have really sweet, private moments together- it's everything to her. It's someone loving her in spite of the hard shell she initially puts out, and managing to reach her soft, easily bruised heart in ways no one had before. But then he left so abruptly, and that heart was crushed under the weight of her own ribcage. I think she carried that hurt with her every day from that point- I don't imagine her having a particularly roaring love life after that. I think she kept that hurt bottled, and it made any relationships she DID attempt fall apart. It's a wound she's been nursing for way, way too long, and I think she knows that- that's why she wants so badly to forget about it. But then she goes to Toronto and runs into Scott again at the lowest point in his life, and she can't get herself to step away, because this is the only person who ever claimed to love her in a way she felt. I think her decision to stay was sort of... detrimental to her moving on. If she'd detatched herself and stepped back, maybe she could have moved on eventually- she could have worked on herself, or maybe lucked out and found someone who could get through those walls without a sledgehammer, and she would have been better for it. But that's not what happens. She stayed, and I think the longer she stayed the harder it became to keep herself completely shielding from him, because he's still that same goofy guy at his core- he's just a bit worse than she remembered him being. But damn near everything he does throughout the comics just continues to crush her until she HAS to leave- he can apologize, and she can accept it for the version of him she loved, but he's not enough to convince her to stay anymore. I'm going to cut my canon analysis there until I reread their next scene, rather than just continuing incase my thoughts have slightly changed, but like... man... they hurt me in a very unique way. If it was anyone other than Scott, it'd be tragic. (Maybe it still is, maybe that's the Kim Bitterness talking)

For a brief touch on my less canon take, with Kim being a lesbian: I think Scott would have been better placed in her life as a best friend than a partner, but when you're young, and honestly even when you're not all that young, emotional distinction like that can be so, so confusing. So all of the hurt remains very genuine, because she does love him, just not the way she thought she did.

((Because I do love the trans!fem Scott HC as well, I will say. I feel like it would be really, really funny for Kim to realize she's into women and be like "wow sure dodged round two of the Scott Pilgrim bullet" and then one day Scott shows up having started her transition and is like "Oh hey Kimmy!! I'm a lesbian AND a girl, like you now!!!" And Kim just. Crushes her drink or something in her hand like "oh no... oh no she's attractive again... FUCK FUCK FUCK." Obviously a lot more nuanced than that, though. I should probably clarify that I started answering this ask almost IMMEDIATELY after waking up and also BEFORE I've taken more pain meds. If this post has been or starts to become very scattered again, that's why lol.))

Bonus consideration: Hollie. I can dig her having a crush on Hollie, but I feel like it faded a little living with her, and then shattered entirely after the Jason Kim situation. Even an overwhelming attraction to women ain't savin that one, chief. That's just too severe a betrayal.

The Knives Situation: Oh Boy. So in the original answer for this I had a whole thing done up, lemme try to condense it. Basically, I think Kim woke up the next morning HORRIFIED by what she'd done. Like, dry heaving in the bathroom horrified. And this likely really hurt Knives's feelings, should she see! Which Kim would feel horrible about. I'm undecided on if she just runs from the situation before Knives can wake up, or if they have a sort of agrument/one-sided rant on Kim's part afterward where she just really tries to hammer home for Knives how not okay it was for them to do that- for HER to do that, given their ages and inherent power imbalance. In the event that this discussion happens, Knives absorbed none of it, and probably leaves that conversation a little wounded. I think it would proceed to play back in her mind when she and Stephen are talking at one of Julie's parties later on, though, and she'd probably approach Kim after that to thank her for being a reasonable adult about that, unlike how some of her friends had been. Once that understanding is reached, I think they could be good friends, although Kim probably teases her for how she started to dress like her after they first met.

Silly little things: If anyone's familiar with Night in the Woods, do you know the part where Mae's like "that's not drums... that's a computer..."? I feel like that has Kim energy. To me.

Also I think Kim sucks at Rockband- I know that releases like, way afterward or something so far as comic timeline goes, but bare with me, okay? It's my silly little headcanons! Anyway, she'd suck really, really bad on the drums, since so far as I can recall, they don't REALLY correspond with the music. If her friends force her to play, she demands either the mic or the bass, because "fuck you Scott, you try playing their stupid fucking drums." He proceeds to play flawlessly, much to her chagrin. She fairs better on the bass, but only a bit better than the drums, since her fingers aren't quite used to the movements.

Kim didn't think she liked cats for a while, mostly because she was only ever around them fleetingly, and generally in the homes of people who should have been cleaning their litter boxes more regularly. After hanging around Ramona's house more, though, she discovers she really love them! She feels a sort of kinship watching how they actually behave, and I think Gideon ends up warming to Kim very quickly, which probably helps with the very quick turnaround on her opinion. I think it'd be funny if sometimes, when Kim's over, Scott will try to beckon Gideon over to him for cuddles or affection, and the cat will just. Stare at him entirely unimpressed before jumping up into Kim's lap with exaggerated purring and chin rubbing before curling up for a "nap." Kim was in awe the first time this happened, and Ramona finds it ceaselessly amusing every time it happens. ((Funny additonal scenario: once after this happened Scott was whining to Ramona, who was coming to join them on the couch, looking generally very sad/cute/pathetic, and overcome with a sort of playful evil, Ramona proceeded to sit by and cuddle up to Kim as well. Kim immediately froze up and went bright red and wide eyed, Scott's jaw probably dropped before he dove into a theatrical, exaggerated spewl about the betrayal of it all, and Ramona just got to blissfully enjoy Kim cuddles while giggling at both of their reactions and petting Gideon.))

Conversely, I don't know how Kim feels about dogs. Like, I don't think she hates them or anything like that, but maybe they fill her with a sense of pity, for their associations with unwavering loyalty. Something about that specifically runs too close to things she considers about herself, at times, maybe. Idk, just kinda spit ballin here.

I think she does like rats! And mice. Idk. They're cute little guys and I like them, let me have this--

Oh man... just Kim's section is so long. And I have other characters to get to,,, buckle up I guess--- I mean, I did start with My Girl, so maybe the others will be shorter?

((This is future future me again... this is where I actually went back and processed the ask properly :') I have no words to describe my current emotional state beyond that I am trying really hard not to burst into a little fit of laughter at myself and wake my roommate--))

Three! Three headcanons!! I can do this (restraintrestraintrestraint)

Okay! Let's try being Normal About Media- and just as a note, they aren't really in any particular order, beyond Kim being the first because she IS legitimately my favorite, I think. Idk she's very Me.

Ramona Flowers

1. She doesn't really do labels, for things like her idenity; she does think pride flags are pretty, though. Scott got her a bi flag once and she decided to keep it and hang it in her room for this exact reason, though she did explain to him that she doesn't really consider herself anything but herself- Ramona Flowers. He's very understanding about that, although a little confused in the typical Scott manner! They eventually come around to just considering it being his flag, when he comes to terms with himself (yeah, spoilers, I HC him as bi)

2. Her hair actually does have magic properties to it that prevent it from getting absolutely butchered by all the bleaching she does- she doesn't know how or why, though. Maybe it's less magic and more to do with the supplies themselves? Unlike Scott, she's not as meticulous when it comes to reading the status effect labels on things she uses or consumes.

3. Of her former partners, I think she does have genuine lingering feelings for Roxie. So far as the comics/movie go, she simply repressed the hell out of them and plays the Deny Deny Deny! game, but so far as the show goes, I think she's come to terms with the fact that she still loves her, but horrifically fumbled her- she doesn't want to hurt Roxie like that again, so she's unlikely to ever try things again between them, I think. Not unless Roxie was the initiator, and even then, it'd take some coaxing.

Bonus 4. She absolutely has feelings for Kim. I feel like maybe further into their relationship she'd 100% ask Scott like "hey... you know your really hot friend Kim?" and proceed to discuss with him if being in a polyamorous relationship is something he could get behind. Maybe it'd happen after a period of time with Kim living with them too, or something.

Roxie Richter

1. She gets ALL the girls- all of them. She's an unholy TERROR for men where she lives, because she is notorious for giving women the night of their lives and making them never look back so far as dating men goes. Now, I don't think she deliberately breaks up people or goes after "straight" girls or anything, but it's probably something that's happened on accident before, so she's A Menace. I will say that she might deliberately swoop in and woo a girl she knows is taken if it's extremely clear that their relationship is just Not Right- like if she's seeing clear signs of abuse, or something. She isn't intending to get with these girls when she does this, but she is fully intending to get them out of shitty situations. She's even turned girls down after their (ex) boyfriends have stormed off in a huff, simply out of respect for them- she'll try to give them advice, and if they're adamant in trying New Venues, she might play matchmaker where she can, but she isn't really comfortable sleeping with them after doing stuff like that- to her, it feels gross, maybe even exploitative.

2. I actually don't know if this is meant to be canon or not, because it's noted alongside some of her sketches, but she's german/japanese in my eyes- but raised in the states. She knows English the best, and some German, but she doesn't really know much Japanese, much to her own agitation- she just struggles with it a lot, for whatever reason. She can kind of read some things, but if she tries to speak it she runs the risk of butchering the words. I personally further HC her dad as German and her mom as Japanese- dad by process of elimination, mom based loosely on how I read some of her and Ramona's conversations in the comics.

3. She is in fact whistling the tune in the show intending it to be from the Robin Hood movie- in fact, I think I'm going to HC it as one of her favorite animated films from childhood. (... do I HC her as a furry now?)

Lisa Miller

1. Disaster Bi! She's a bit of a Menace and she knows it; she likes to rile people up, but she can't really take what she dishes out. Like, if she'd done the kind of seductive teasing she does to Scott to Kim and received any sort of flirting back, her brain would shut down and she'd need to reboot. She doesn't know how to handle when someone else takes the reigns, which is why it was so easy and fun to play with Scott- he was too stunned/shy to play back, which she enjoys. Not to imply she doesn't enjoy having her brain melted a little, of course.

2. I think she makes it big after she heads to America! Or at least, bigger than she was. She sends her friends back in Toronto signed copies of movie posters and CDs and things when she can- she doesn't expect them to keep them, although she loves it when they do, but at least in Scott's case it's sort of a "incase of emergency, please sell" sort of situation. He does not, obviously. (Ramona probably does, though, both from admittedly petty lingering jealousy and because they just don't have room for all of it; Scott rarely seems to notice anyhow, and the money usually goes towards rent or random gifts for him anyhow)

3. I forget if everyone's sudden absence is noticed when they Poof briefly during the finalt episode of the show, but if it is I feel like Lisa starts to talk to Kyle, since he's in front of her, like "hey, what exactly happened there-" before looking out over everyone else who reappeared in their seats and noticing Scott is actually up there with them. She spends the rest of that night chatting up him and the league, and maybe even scores an in with Matthew for getting a foothold in her acting career!

Matthew Patel

1 . He absolutely has a dedicated cult following for his theatrical works, and it's warranted! He's genuinely good at what he does, and his passion is clear as day; any production is lucky to have him, and he knows it, which can kind of lead to butting heads behind the scenes. I feel like he might come across to his fellow performers as full of himself, especially given his proficiency with one man performances, but he truly is just deeply, deeply passionate about his work, and he wants to feel that passion with anyone he works with, too. He NEEDS his energy matched to feel like it's going to be a grand performance, and he simply doesn't notice how off-putting this can be for his coworkers as a result.

2. The demon hipster chicks have always been the visual age they are now, even when Matthew was a kid; he viewed them as older sisters growing up, and they're very protective of him perhaps as a result. At his current age, they're his best friends and personal body guards- they'll descend like rabid dogs on anyone that steps out of line around him, if he doesn't call them off. Sometimes it's a bit much for him, but they're usually pretty good about understanding when they do and don't need to interfere on his behalf.

3. Ya know I'm not sure if it's a HC I've seen at all but I could really vibe with trans!masc Matthew. I would love that for him, truly.

Scott Pilgrim

1. Look... I really love any trans!Scott headcanons. Like, any direction, I've said before; I genuinely have such a problem figuring out which version I enjoy best: he's trans!masc and has been all along, or trans!fem and Ramona eventually helps to crack that egg. But also, while I'm saying this, he is. So stupid. Not like maliciously stupid in this sense, absolutely not, but I feel like he's the kind of person to like. Run into someone from his past post their transition, with THEM coming up to HIM to be like "oh long time no see, Pilgrim," and then he would say something to the affect of "oh, you have the same last name as (DN)!!! Are you related? Kim, Kim!! Do you know if (DN) had any siblings?" while Kim and the other person just stare at him deadpan for a bit before bursting into laughter at his expense. He would then proceed to be really confused and just not get it, either until they explain it to him or like, he'd just suddenly sit up in a cold sweat later that night realizing what he did like "oh my GOD that WAS them, I said their dead name at them like seven times!! I am Going To Hell!!!" (And Ramona would just kind of blindly, lightly slap around in his general direction, like "honey you're not going to hell for basically affirming the effectiveness of their transition, go the fuck to sleep. They would've said something if it was a problem." Idk, that's just how he feels to me.)

2. When he has his own money for things, and space living with Ramona, he spends it on video games or video game related merch- it's probably a lot of patches and t-shirts, but I can see him starting to collect plushies, too! Like some of the really old kinda silly looking Sonic plushies, for example? If I had my Knuckles one on hand I'd use him as an example, but I think he's in storage somewhere :(

3. Gets into really heated arguments about video game mechanics and stat stuff where applicable; like, Ramona has to drag him away or else he will actively start fighting people kind of heated. He can hold chill conversations, but if he feels like he's being talked down to about a game that he's REALLY into, like Sonic Adventure (he has the director's cut!)

Wallace Wells

1. MENACE TO SOCIETY. He's comparable to Roxie in this way except he is so much worse (I say this affectionately <3) because he does just straight up, in canon, do things like steal Stacey's boyfriends! And that's his friend that he's doing that to! So I cannot IMAGINE what mischief he gets up to when he goes out drinking. He's probably ruined so many lives, naybe even marriages. What am I saying, maybe? Definitely. And he feels no remorse about this! In his eyes either your man was already gay or you needed to treat him better, sweetie; he HAS been rejected before, so clearly his charms can't ruin what ain't already broken.

2. While he does have feeling for Scott, which is basically canon I don't even want to hear it, he KNOWS better. Like, he'd been living with Scott for a while, so he knows if they were legitimately dating he probably would be even more sick of him than he already is. When they were still living together, though, there were times where he couldn't help but wonder if it would really be all that bad... right before Scott comes in and does or says something that just highlights for Wallace that he's making the Sane choice. Besides, Wallace is (and i hate using these terms but I straight up don't know what other words I could possibly use) a sugar baby; he can't keep up being both a sugar baby and Scott's effective sugar daddy (HATEHATEHATE THAT WORD) while ALSO paying rent. It doesn't really work out that well, especially with him having, at the time, such a shitty apartment to begin with.

3. I feel like Wallace really enjoys his nightlife and getting to sleep around, so I'm unsure if this is something still in play while he's with Mobile, or if he respects Mobile enough to do away with that entirely. Like, different situations work for different relationships, so if Mobile is fine with it then maybe it's something that continues! But taking into account the sparks from the show, maybe he'd actually be really fine being exclusive with Mobile. Especially given how well their future selves seem to be doing. Idk! Basically the sum of this one is just that, if Wallace is exclusive with Mobile, he misses be a bit of a whore, but he's very happy where, and with who he is, now.

Envy Adams

1. She gives me vibes.. queer vibes... in some sort of direction.... idk if I'm fully behind her also being a comp. het lesbian or just labeling her a disaster bi, but I also get a vague sense of gender fuckery. It's entirely her name thing, probably, but I can see Envy being genderqueer.

2. She probably hunted Lynette down after that show- an arm was likely Not Enough to quite satisfy that rage. Especially since she didn't get the satisfaction of beating Todd more thoroughly herself, since Scott stepped in. Conversely, for the show canon, Wallace has a target on his back for the rest of her life, as far as she's concerned, even in a world where her feelings for Todd were just misunderstood- she considered him her best friend, and you don't get away with hurting her friends like that unless you're her.

3. I think I'd like to HC that some part of her regrets booting Scott from the band the way she did back in college? Maybe not immediately, or even soon, but I feel like sometimes she would think about him and their relationship as a whole and just feel bad, Idk. Like, she doesn't want to get back with him at all, but I could maybe see her offering to promote Shatterband (or Sex Bob-Omb, in the show,) or even play with him as a genuine apology instead of a coy trap somewhere down the line.

Knives Chau

1. Look... look I know I'm about to sound like a broken record... comp. het. lesbian or bi. HEAR ME OUT: her puppy dog love for Scott is really just that- something cute and innocent, but very intense, especially once he cuts her off in that honestly really brutal manner. Teenage heartbreak is messy- even if you feel like it was real, true love you had, you can often realize later in life that what you felt was just admiration, or something else innocuous like that. I think she reaffirms it to herself as a deep and true love because of how intense the pain of that breakup was, paired with everything that comes after, and I think the show really highlights that for me? Because in the show, with Scott out of the picture entirely, she's just a lot less intense about it. I think after playing music and hanging around his friends, she realizes she didn't really love him all that much, just thought he was a cool older guy and liked that he took an interest in her, even if she recognizes how wrong that was now. ((I probably have more articulate thoughts on this but I am really starting to feel the lack of pain meds so I need to get through this--))

2. Knives is really good at rhythm games and things like DDR or, when it's eventually released, Just Dance. Like, freakishly good. She picks them up just as well and just as quickly as she did her instruments.

3. With how quickly she picked up her instruments, she kinda gives me honor student vibes? Idk. I feel like it'd be a little stressful for her later on, because I do think her passionate drive for music makes her grades take a slight spin, but she just gives off that energy for me. Knives is a lot smarter than people give her credit for, I think, Idk.

... yes, I am very normal about media... spending 3 hours on 1 ask that offered me a lot more simplicity than I can apparently manage...

#asks #txt #kim pine #ramona flowers #roxie richter #lisa miller #Matthew Patel #scott pilgrim #wallace wells #envy adams #knives chau #i think i might have said this in the post but maybe i didnt or removed it- they're not necessarily ordered by like. most to least favorite #i just kinda chucked same names on there and went. debated starting some for lucas but i think my hands need a break- and my stomach a Snac #spto #sp comic #spvtw #headcanons #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgrim vs the world #potential spoilers for both the comics and the show i think? #if anyone wants this tagged w ship stuff for my little blurb under Kim lemme know #also I didn't include Roxie in the list of characters I think she likes but she should have been an honorable mention. i mostly had comic + #+ brain with that section #long post #woollyworm #demon hipster chicks

[lollytea]

in regards to that text post you tagged as hunlow followed by "listen to me". i have a chair. i am sitting down. i'm listening if you want to explain.

Waaah I am all jumbled up so this is not gonna be very eloquent but lemme do a little word vomit here.

Anyway. The poem 'Yes & No' by Natalie Wee and the complete huntlow overload it gives me every time I read it.

It works from both their perspectives on how they view the other person. Those parallels do be paralleling. I might blabber about it from Hunter's POV....another day. But because the poem is written by a woman and refers to a 'Him' lets focus on Willow's side of things. It's the side that gives me the most brainrot anyway. I really do love a good subversion. A girl who thinks she is too monstrous for a boy whom she views as too gentle.

I think very often about Willow's relationship with her own powers. The show went somewhat into depth about how being 'Half a Witch' destroyed her confidence. The part of her that could not excel at anything that wasn't plant-centric. There's nothing particularly complex about her feelings of inferiority. It's very easy to understand. She's Mildred Hubble coded.

HOWEVER it's also shown in her debut episode that Willow losing control of her emotions can lead to big destructive outbursts. This is the part that was touched on as a conflict in For the Future, but was never really explored at length.

This ability of hers is extremely dangerous. She can severely hurt both herself and the people around her. Surely, that must be a frightening reality for a little girl to live with.

I wonder when these outbursts first started. I wonder if that incident in the detention pit was the first time her own magic nearly killed her. I wonder if something happened on the day of Amity's birthday party when little Willow felt like she had lost everything. I wonder a lot of things. But mostly I wonder how being like this since she was young has effected Willow's mindset, her behaviour and her complexes. What does she think of herself? Is she afraid of what she's capable of? Is she afraid of her own emotions?

Anyway, with that in mind. Here is the poem. Beat by beat.

reasons to not kiss him:

1. you weren’t raised to love tender.

Willow was born and raised to be a sweet gentle girl with a soft spot for plants. She's silly and lighthearted yet mature for her age and tries to remain rational in irrational situations. She allows hugs from Gus and she allows Luz's touchy affection and cooing over how cute she is.

But by "love tender", I interpret it as Willow not knowing how to love and be loved in a way that puts her in a vulnerable position. The bleeding open wound kind of love. She's already been thrown away once in her life like she's something disposable so she has decided that it will inevitably happen again. Willow has already braced herself for Luz and Gus finding other friends and leaving her behind. She's loved them so sweetly this whole time but she's always been keeping them at arm's length, scared to pour too much of her heart into their hands. She's simply savouring the time she has with them until they drift away.

But Hunter is a different story. There is something about him that demands she love tender. And it's terrifying that she feels the pressure to do so. And it's even more terrifying that she so badly wants to.

2. when he’s around all you do is tremble. when he’s around you want to get on your knees. look how much power he has over you. it’s dangerous.

Willow is a girl who has been carelessly discarded like her feelings meant nothing, made to feel like she was a waste of an existence and who is also deathly afraid of herself and the unstable magical battery pulsing inside of her. This results in having to lock up her more reckless emotions in order to keep everyone safe, but also to protect her own heart. She's gotten good at it. And she's also now perceived as an iron clad witch who cannot be weakened.

But the presence of Hunter reveals something very concerning. She can be weakened. His smile and his voice and his entire disposition is a breach of the barriers she has spent years building. He is capable of puncturing her clean through. And the part that makes her lips tighetn is that he's not even aware of it.

It doesn't sound so foreboding on the surface. So what if he can make her smile until she can't stop smiling? So what if he can make her laugh until she's breathless? But then she'd have to regain herself and realize that as harmless as that is, it's a result of her losing control of her emotions. Which she rarely does anymore. And it's all because of him with his soft eyes and his kind smile and his shy adoration for her.

And if he can do that, he can do far worse to her. That's the scary part.

3. he’s too good at forgiving and you’re too good at violence.

4. you know what they say about monsters. you know what happens to the boys who love them. are you going to do that to him?

5. your hands don’t know how to be gentle. think about the last beautiful thing that shattered in your palms. the fresh rosebuds crumbling between your fingers like a bruise. you wolf-boy, you war machine. you wouldn’t know how to hold something magic and not destroy it.

Willow is not stupid. She's not unobservant. Hunter did not need to stay a word for her to realize that he is a boy who has been wronged by someone who he loved with his whole aching heart. He has been hurt in a way that will leave his heart aching forever and ever.

But it's a sharp sting to know that in spite of that, he continues to fall deeply in love with every person who shows him compassion. Nothing can burn out his warm glow. He loves and he loves until he's sick with the stuff. And Willow doesn't know how he does it, but his glow is so nice to graze in. Once you get too close to him, you don't want to leave.

When Willow hugs him, his fingers tentatively twist into the sleeves of her cardigan. She sees how he looks at her and she knows he'd like nothing more than to squeeze her tight and drown in her.

He's in love with Willow the way he's in love with everything and she desperately wants to give him everything.

She wants to place her hands on his cheeks and watch as she melts into her palms, finally satiated after all he had been starving for.

She wants to fall in love with him.

But she can't. Because she knows he'd fall in love with her too.

And then eventually, she would hurt him. Like he had been hurt before.

She can't trust herself to not hurt him.

And in the aftermath of the hurt, she would cry herself hoarse with ragged apologies.

And because she was kind and because he knows she didn't mean to hurt him, he would squeeze her tight and say "It's okay."

Then she'd hurt him again.

"It's okay."

And again.

"It's okay."

A painful cycle that spins until there's barely of him left.

And Willow is scared that by that point that she'll be too weak for his soft eyes to ever let him go.

She doesn't know what will become of her.

She doesn't want to find out.

So to stay on the safe side, they will never begin.

6. if you hurt him it might kill you

7. if you hurt him you might kill yourself.

8. you are very bad at rehabilitation. this is one addiction you’d fail to give up. he’s going to ruin you for all other kisses and all other boys and you’ll spend the rest of your life trying to forget his name.

Willow has analyzed the situation and she's come to the conclusion that if she allowed this sweet boy entry to her briar n' bramble guarded heart, they'd bend to his will, clearing a path to the delicate structure. And once he holds it in his hands, he'll leave his fingerprints all over it.

This is the damage she's talking about.

The damage he can do to her.

9. you still aren’t sure he isn’t a dream.

10. if you kiss him, you might wake up.

You would think, with all this lamenting Willow does over Hunter's existence, that he's making her miserable.

Far from it.

She's reluctant to admit it, even to herself, but she's already addicted to whatever it is that he's emanating. Like a flower stretching towards the sunlight.

Sometimes he doesn't feel feel.

Typical of an overthinker to not believe that could be as wonderful as it seems.

In an ideal world, they could both make each other happy.

If she doesn't ruin everything.

Mistletoe kisses. Parasitic in nature.

What if she leeches all the light left in him?

What if a kiss is her wakeup call?

reasons to kiss him:

1. because he’s beautiful.

He's so beautiful.

2. because he asked.

He's begging. He's begging every time he looks at her. He certainly doesn't mean to. Nor does he know that he's doing it. But somehow, without saying a word, he has crumbled to his knees begging for her to pour of a little of her heart into his lips to warm his blood.

He wants her to love tender and be loved raw. And he wants to do the same.

And if she said no, he would simply reply "that's okay."

But she doesn't want to say no.

She wants to give him everything.

That's the problem.

And even worse....she is pretty sure she is about to crack.

She will give him everything.

Because...

3. because he preceded please with, i’m not afraid of you.

#huntlow #man... #sorry im kinda unwell about them

[star2fishmeg]

GIRLBOSS I MUST ASK

... do u write for Cobra x reader if so just something cute like reader being a member of Sannoh and comforting him because he really puts the weight of the world on his shoulders

Thanks and have like the bestest day ever

ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴛ

Pairing: Hino 'Cobra' Junpei x afab!reader

Summary: Cobra puts the weight of the world on his shoulders, and y/n’s there to ease the pain of it all

Warnings: fluff, comfort, established relationship, mild angst,

Authors note: of course I can write our precious Cobra! Have been thinking about writing for him for a while now! Thank you and enjoy!!

Request: above!

Her bathroom wasn’t exactly spacious, but there was enough room for Junpei to sit in her bath while she stood and bathed him in love. Fingers gently ran the shampoo through his hair, making sure to not snag at the roots too much but enough to get the dirt out. His eyebrows relaxed, the much-needed scalp treatment releasing all the fog that filled his head, the cuts and bruises on his knuckles clean enough to see the open wounds and how he hoped they’d heal quickly. Perhaps a kiss would do it, he’d have to ask later. He always loved and appreciated how her touch was like feathers with him, as if she didn’t want to break him. Rinsing through his hair, slowly stroking her nails through his stands, slicking them away from his forehead and watching his chest rise and fall with a calm rhythm.

Once she’d finished with his locks, she slid her hands down to his shoulders, his skin still so cold despite the water being hot. She always admired his back muscles, something only very few people really got to see. Defined and in best shape, she loved tracing her fingers through the dents and ridges. Cobra’s eyes closed and he let out a deep breath upon feeling his muscles touched lovingly like that, her lips connecting with his shoulder and each kiss that led to his jaw sent him to the clouds where the world didn’t matter, and it was just them.

“You put the world on your shoulders,” her voice came out just above a whisper, the hairs on his nape standing up, “but you should really take some time to be selfish, Jun.”

He turned his head, eyes fixed on her gaze, “I’m being selfish right now.”

“How so?”

“Want you in this bath with me. Need to feel you against me.”

She smiled, gentle hands fleeting his shoulders but his mind bursting in satisfaction watching y/n pull her shirt over her head, shimmying her pyjama bottoms and underwear off and discarding them by the door before tying her hair above her shoulders. She knew what the effect of her stripping so casually in front of him did, made Junpei feel like a teenager being so down bad all over again.

Stepping into the bath, Cobra holding her hand, she sat with her back to his chest. Soft lips pressed against her neck, her skin, body and mind melting into him completely as she let him be selfish for once. She always loved how his arms brought security to her, with biceps tensed or not, feeling his arms wrapped around her with rough hands wandering over her curves, pawing at the flesh as if he was checking to see if she really was real, while his lips left nothing but sweet pecks over the most sensitive areas of her shoulders.

“See, isn’t this nice?” she breathed, Cobra brought his lips to the shell of her ear, humming deeply in response.

“You make all the weight go away.” His voice rumbled through his chest and up her spine, her mouth opening on reflex to release a small gasp. He buried his nose into the crook of her neck, securing his arms around her waist and letting their bodies melt together with their heat and the steam from the water. Cobra didn’t need a lot from her, he didn’t ask for a lot either, small moments were enough for him to forget about the world beyond the walls. All he ever asked for was for her to be by his side.

H&L harem (if you wanna be tagged/removed in future H&L content, comment or lemme know via ‘chat to me bbygorl’ :D);

@straysugzhpe @airbendertendou @strxwberrychocolate @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @rinwhore @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy @rainisawriter @cheshirecatuniverse

[Masterlist]

[Requests CLOSED]

2023 © STAR2FISHMEG All rights reserved - do not plagiarise, translate, repost, copy any of my works. If you notice that any of these have been done to my work, please let me know.

#cobra x reader #hino junpei x reader #high&low #high&low x reader #high&low the worst #high and low #highandlow #high & low #sannoh hoodlum squad #sannoh rengokai #high&low cobra

[oh-saints]

sunshine becomes you (pt. 4)

Being a footballer means Martin possibly has every resources in his whim. Well, except the one thing he needs now is only available in the hands of his (ex) girlfriend.

Grumpy!Martin Ødegaard x Sunshine!OC

Word Count: 4.0k

Note: please, please, please don't hate me for this lolol but we're going for a rollercoaster, odegirlies, so brace yourself! but as usual, i happen to write this around dawn so ofc not beta-read yet. feedbacks are welcome tho!

Tags: my lovely loves @julianalvarez9 @formula1tina @okayline @mehrmonga @mrswhitethornbelikov @notleclerc <3<3 (lemme know if you want to be added!)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5

It seemed Martin couldn’t operate around her if there was no false pretense standing between him and Eve.

The moment the clock literally struck 12, lightning struck back Eve’s life and returned them to normalcy. So normal that everyone else but her barely noticed the apparent changes unravelling around London Colney; she was back to Eve the receptionist, and Martin was back to his constantly-grumpy state to no one but Eve.

No more was the beautiful-looking couple captivating the entire Christmas Gala with their explosive, fantastic chemistry that shunned even the longest relationship existing in the same room.

She’d like to think going back to square one was better, given their real circumstances, but Martin wasn’t giving her any edges. Worse, he’d gone barely seen, and that was saying a lot when Eve was known to be the ghost of the building, for her immaculate presence all over the facility.

Some said he snuck in when Eve was always busy running errands; some said he arrived before anyone else in the morning; some said he clocked out later than the security team.

Final straw came when everyone was gathering in the canteen to bid Eve farewell on her very last day of working in the amazing club. Every single person working at London Colney—including Bob, even—applauded her for the fantastic job she’d been doing for the club, despite the short time shared on the grounds. A certain Norwegian blonde, however, remained unidentifiable until the 15-minute town hall before lunch ended.

Much to the front liner’s dismay, most turned to Eve about it. After all, Eve and Martin were still an item in their eyes. Eve could only do so much as replying, “we just don’t want you guys to be sick of us,” whenever the question of Martin’s avoidance towards crowds was raised, while chucking in the tears that were threatening to slide down her cheeks because she knew better—she knew the truth.

It shouldn’t be breaking Eve’s heart, but the damage had been done.

Eve wanted to badly lie to herself that she was doing that out of spite, that pulling out that degree of stupid stunt was her futile, foolish attempt to get him running after her like those chick-flicks she stashed in her library.

But Eve knew better—reality didn’t fit into Cinderella’s pair of glass heels, especially for someone like her, who fought for proper living standard every day to make ends. Eve and Martin were raised in different circumstances, made from worlds apart, meant for different purposes in life. There was no way they were going to be together—not in this lifetime nor any other alternate universes—as this wasn’t some written fairy tales.

She couldn’t afford a heartbreak when she’d foreseen the fruitless future if she were to share one with him, just like she couldn’t afford the gown she’d returned in the same satin box he’d delivered to her door.

This is for the better, she hypnotised herself as she placed the soft, expensive box on Martin’s bench, trying to pale the ache slicing through her chest. You have a realistic life to live.

Fuck rom-coms. She was going to discard each and every one left in her library as soon as she enjoyed her two-week notice.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

Obviously, with that being said, Eve didn’t have the heart to throw away the only outlets for her to escape the harsh reality for someone who came from a working-class family and inherited the reality of working 9-to-5 like her. Especially when those fake-dating tropes—ironically—reminded her of all the wonderful time she spent with Martin, no matter how fleeting and fragile those moments were.

Weeks after the Christmas Gala, Eve could now proudly say she thought of them as something precious because when else were you indulged in the luxury of being in Martin Ødegaard’s arms, acting or not?

Her best friend bit her ears off for taking the whole thing “like a champ”, as if her heart was made of steel when she was legitimately allowed to swallow the bitter pill while crying her heart out. Eve actually considered doing them, specifically during the first week after the painful no-show of her last day, but she decided against in and focused on the positive notes.

Dwelling over negatives wouldn’t turn around the fact that someone as great as Martin Ødegaard was destined for someone his calibre, someone that was definitely not Eve.

So it didn’t make any sense when she found Martin, already leaning against his car with hands in his pocket—undoubtedly hiding them against the cold air of a very early morning—as she walked down the porch of her flat. From where she stood, frozen at the unprecedented event unfolding before her eyes, his side profile gave away nothing but pursed lips, like he was holding off his thoughts from spilling.

Oh, how much Eve wanted a penny for that beautiful mind of his.

But she couldn’t. Unlike the night of the Christmas gala, Martin revoked her access to them. What used to be something easy for Eve to read between the lines was now guarded by a fence so high it put Wall of China to shame.

“Martin,” At his name being called, the owner of the name stood up straight, and—god damn it—Eve’s heart raced at the movement, for it reminded her of what happened between them in front of that sketchy backdoor toilet. “What are you doing here?

Despite being missing on action for weeks, Eve hated how much Martin still affected her, body and soul. She wasn’t even nearby Martin, distance between them were about 100 metres but might as well have the Atlantic between them like they used to be.

But no matter the palpable distance between where they respectively stood, Martin, on the other hand, would always be able to pick up her signature breathy voice that went only slightly above a whisper. It was the very sound he didn’t know he could miss hearing.

Like she was breathless, like he’d taken her breath away. The same way she did his.

If only he could tell her that… But instead of mulling over endless possibilities that couldn’t happen—not when Eve herself didn’t give them a chance, something she’d blatantly said at the end of Christmas gala—Martin stuck to the one thing he excelled at; choosing reality.

“Angel,” Words flowed effortlessly from Martin’s mouth but his smile was rather tight on the corners, and Eve hated it already when she knew first hand how blinding his real, true smile could be. “I see you’re going to the flower market.”

Had Eve’s eyes not focused on taking in Martin’s appearance, she would’ve swooned at the fact Martin remembered her little peculiar antics of getting a fresh set of flowers every Sunday from the flower market.

But his dishevelled presentation, so striking to the well-kempt display he always had everywhere, stole away her attention. It wasn’t only the mess on top of his hair, of his blonde locks gone astray to every direction; it was also the garments he threw on without a care in the world, all in black, like he was mourning.

His blue eyes descended to the deepest pit of the ocean, no longer shining in the glint she loved the most, especially bright against low lights. Like those eyebags were swallowing them whole, like those eyebags were a blackhole instead of dark circles.

His cheeks sunken, no longer protruding as high as a skyscraper, so different to the image of a Viking everyone labelled the captain as. If Eve didn’t know any better, she would’ve guessed Martin had undergone those cosmetic surgery of buccal fat removal.

He looked so haggard, as if he’d lost weight; exhaustion personified. She could only wonder why—perhaps Arsenal’s losing strike took a toll on him—since asking his well-being was not on the cards anymore, not since they stopped pretending to be lovers, not since Martin didn’t give them a chance.

Martin took his open opportunity when they fell into a pregnant silent. “I’ll take you there.”

“Why are you here?”

“I said I’m taking you to the flower market,” He said, as easy as the wind breezed past them. “What kind of boyfriend am I to let my girlfriend to roam around such crowded places so early in the morning?”

The indifference he showed, both in words and action, caught her off-guard. He was back to display the whole no-shit-sherlock attitude around her, complete with the expressionless face, like she should know the most obvious fact, and Eve had to remind herself that this was the real Martin, not the one that fooled everyone attending the Christmas gala.

Including Eve herself.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Martin.”

“In the eyes of the public, I am,” Martin shrugged his shoulder so nonchalantly, as if it didn’t hurt Eve to know he was doing just fine barging into her life like it was the most natural thing to do for him. “My family included.”

Wait, what?

“I need your help,” He continued, his hands moved from the pockets of his jacket to the pockets of his jeans. It scared Eve when he said those massive, literally burdensome words with squared shoulders and calm demeanour and collected composure—she felt like she was his opponent on the pitch. “My family went to the game today, only to be ambushed by many congratulations that I’ve scored a wonderful, lovely match of a girlfriend. One that that they don’t know of because it’s one I never tell them—”

“Because she doesn’t exist.”

“She did during the gala, but that’s not the point,” Martin had to grind out his teeth from the inside, the perfect epitome how her words gnawed his heart from inside out because while they were nothing but facts, it didn’t make them any less hurtful to him—and to what could’ve been between them. “They want to have lunch with you today.”

Martin let out the last sentence with a heavy puff of breath. With the way his jaw ticked tightly, Eve could tell he hated saying that, like he’d take any other option but to ask her to pretend once more if he had the chance.

Maybe he’d told his family about us pretending but his family didn’t accept such a ridiculous pretense that they forced him to talk to her, and that the lunch was merely their effort to amend them. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I was,” See, he even wished to have nothing to do with me anymore. Did he hate me so much? “You should know by now that being honest with you is something I wish to uphold.”

 “Even when our relationship is a farce?”

Martin didn’t have the heart to answer it, and Eve didn’t have the heart to acknowledge the pregnant silence.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

“You had a game today, you’re supposed to be resting.”

Boyfriend or not, Martin really intended to come along by Eve’s side to the flower market, despite her initial protests and complaints. No one in the right mind went to the flower market alone at 2 in the morning, without a proper transportation on top of that.

Taxi and Uber certainly didn’t count as a safety mode of transportation for Martin. You never know what can possibly happen in that small space of four-wheeler—we’ve seen too much of real-life cases that happens to women.

I’ve been doing this for ages, but she failed to realise that just because something never happened to her, it wasn’t going to happen. In Martin’s defence, he had a sister himself and he didn’t want anything bad happen to Eve the way he didn’t want them to happen to his sister.

I am used to this, Martin, but she didn’t have to get used to those things. She didn’t have to get used to all these dangerous things she downplayed as normalcy because he knew that she had the options, she’d definitely want to take the tube or buses. She could be having what her heart desires—she should be.

No matter what went down between them at the end of the day, Martin would certainly give her a flak if she settled with someone less than what she deserved.

And no, that lucky bastard didn’t have to be Martin.

It wasn’t going to be Martin anyway, Eve made it clear at the very end of their contractual relationship once a long while ago.

“Can’t sleep well lately, anyway.”

Martin’s phlegmatic manner was now in sync—his actions were now as schooled as his facial features. His hands ran down the flower petals thoughtlessly, not giving anything of his mind away, just like his hardened expressions. Aloof, and Eve took it as a sign to reduce her small talks.

“You should see Doc about it.”

“You think I haven’t done that?” Eve’s hearts plummeted along with the way he sputtered the words, as if she should be smarter about the whole ordeal, and this time Eve was the one who had to school her expression so Martin couldn’t see her disappointment towards his attitude—he must not see them. The last time she gave away too much of her, she ended up doing rom-coms marathon with a tube of Ben n Jerry’s. “Doc’s prescribed me something but it’s no use,”

It might be the stress talking…, Eve tried to reason with herself.

“I don’t see the point of meds, to be honest,” Martin let out another heavy sigh as his hand ran through his hairs, messing them in frustrations. “Not when I’ve been restless since you’re gone.”

How could she possibly have a proper response to that?

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

“There they are!”

Martin didn’t even have the chance to open Eve’s door completely before his mother ran down the porch towards his car to engulf Eve in the warmest hug Eve had ever gotten from a woman. Funny—despite never meeting his mother before, Eve had the most familiar feeling around her, like they were old friends reunited, and she didn’t know what to feel.

Partly because she didn’t share the same sentiment with her own mother, partly because she felt guilty that his mother had already welcomed her in this house like she was truly Martin’s girlfriend when, in fact, she wasn’t even close to what the word meant.

It didn’t even take his mother a minute to lead her towards the house, like she owned the residential instead of a visiting his son’s abode, asking if Eve had any food allergy that she should be aware of. That was amongst the things she questioned; others were trivial questions in order to get to know his son’s girlfriend.

With the swift pace his mother was speaking, though, Eve had to look beyond his mother’s shoulder to throw a help-me look to Martin because there was no way she could survive this on her own.

Eve couldn’t bring to hate herself for always seeking Martin’s aid this time around, no matter how much she wanted to be free of him. Like she promised herself internally just before she plopped down beside Martin on the passenger seat.

“That’s enough, mamma,” Martin strode his way towards the two of them, one hand reached for his mother’s that was grippling the life of Eve to set Eve free, before both hands clenched her shoulder gently. “She hasn’t even taken off her coat, but she’s allergic to shrimp and other soft-shell seafood.”

“Oh no, I’ve made crayfish—”

“It’s okay, she can have your venison,” Eve didn’t have time to discern anything because everything happened at the same time she didn’t even have time to breathe, not even the fact that Martin had gained information on her allergies, so she was lucky Martin took over the conversation. She shed her coat when Martin wordlessly tugged the wool piece, both of their eyes still set on the powerhouse that was his mother, and at that interaction, the matron smiled wider. “By the way, my mother makes the best venison, solskinn. Glad you can finally try them.”

“Ah, the infamous roasted venison you love? What’s that called again?”

“Dyresteg,” His mother answered for her, before Martin could have the chance. At the speed of lightning his mother unknowingly possessed—at least, one that he got to know of until today, in front of Eve, more over—Martin forced himself to look up from the set of eyes that reminded him of the deer but belonged to Eve. “I see that Martin’s told you about his soulfood.”

“He can’t shut up about it,” Eve elbowed Martin teasingly and the man replied by faking pain at it, which resulted in them both laughing without constraint. Without an underlying justification called fake dating between them. “Maybe I should learn one thing or two while the master is here so I can cook them for you.”

“That’s—” Eve’s response, however, startled both Martin and his mother. While Martin was rather taken aback at the genuine tone Eve used—because now he really couldn’t draw the line which one was the real Eve, unlike the night of the Christmas gala—his mother was caught off guard because she couldn’t recall the last time someone had ever offered to do such thing for Martin. Living in a different country meant she couldn’t cook her son’s favourite dish whenever she wanted to, and so far the girlfriends her son managed to take home didn’t care about anything beyond the luxury he could give them. “That’s very lovely of you. I hope you bring your notes.”

But to say she liked Eve already would be an understatement. Eve didn’t make it difficult to take her into everyone’s good side, as well, and as a mother, Eve had nailed in the moment she typed down every instruction she was giving Eve to make the perfect dyresteg. And maybe also little moments where Martin stole little pecks on her cheeks from behind whenever he was getting his brothers and sisters something from the fridge—because she knew her son only did that out of gratitude, the same way he used to do it to his mother whenever she was cooking this particular favourite dish of his.

At one point of cooking, everyone was flocking the kitchen and before they knew it, Martin’s brothers and sisters were already drilling the Norwegian captain’s embarrassing stories during childhood.

“Do you remember the time where he got lost because he followed someone he thought was mamma?”

“No way!” Eve’s eyes bulged out in pure surprise that Martin couldn’t help but laugh, instead of stopping his older brother’s beginning of Martin’s most embarrassing anecdote. “What happened?”

Martin’s mother noticed Eve’s focus was slowly shifting from dyresteg to the tale Christoph was giving so she dismissed the younger woman, only for Eve to realise there was no seat left on the kitchen island.

Martin didn’t think twice to pull her by the waist towards him, “Come here.”

“This feels oddly familiar,” Eve laughed under her breath, not wanting to disrupt Christoph’s flow in retelling his story, but enough only for Martin to hear, as she settled in the room between his legs. “Don’t tell me to sit on your lap again this time, we have your youngest sister watching.”

“Yes, mother,” Their position, her back on his front, eased up Martin’s way to reply her in a whisper, and they fell back to the smooth flow they had constructed during the Christmas gala. “I will behave.”

And behave he did. Without further words, Martin gave up his seat for Eve while he stood by behind her. His mother didn’t miss the way Martin never let go of Eve, always having an arm around the woman’s waist at least.

She also didn’t miss the way they’d look at each other when laughing, the way her hand covered the one Martin was placing around her hips, or the way he’d kissed the small spot on the temple above her ears while she stroke his square jawline back and forth. At one point, Eve laughed so hard at Christoph’s story that Martin had to envelope her into a back hug and hid himself in the crook of her neck so naturally it almost felt like watching water moulding into a medium’s shape.

She wanted to be jealous, as a mother, but she realised that her son was slowly building a life—his own life—here with someone he truly loved, and as a mother, she couldn’t be happier than knowing someone had taken care of her son very well, especially when he was living too far from her for a mother’s liking.

＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊＊✿❀○❀✿＊

“Let me help you with that.”

Eve almost dropped the plate on her hands at Martin’s voice creeping from behind. She insisted on washing the dishes—or putting them to the dishwasher, depends on your standard—not because she wanted to play the good girlfriend card, but because she was raised that way; if someone else cooks, dishes are on her shoulder.

She was used to be misunderstood by other about it but before she could explain herself, Martin stepped in and said, “Let her be, Mom. She’s always like that and I can never win.”

Creepy would be an understatement of how well Martin knew things she never had disclosed to anyone.

“You should’ve told me you have such a big family,” Eve tried to break the ice that stood between them, so thin it was barely there, but present nonetheless, especially with the way they stood so close with one another. Shoulder to shoulder, Martin reached for utensils and ceramics Eve finished cleaning. “I would’ve come more prepared in facing your brothers and sisters.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Martin said, and although Eve didn’t see them, she could sense a small smile blossomed in his face. “I hope they don’t overwhelm you.”

“Not at all,” But Eve had to chuckle because come to think of it, Martin’s brothers and sisters could be overwhelming. Maybe they’d got under her skin if she was not pretending to be Martin’s girlfriend. “They’re all so fun to be around with. I wish I have siblings to banter with like yours.”

Martin laughed at Eve’s teasing jab. He could never live down the stupid anecdotes his siblings shared when he was just a kid, could he now?

“So grateful you don’t work at Arsenal anymore,” He crouched down to insert all of the cleaned dishes to the dishwasher. “What a disaster if you spill them to everyone at Colney.”

It wasn’t supposed to rub Eve in all the wrong way but it somehow did. Was he that truly glad to be rid of her?

“Please don’t let me stop that.”

Eve looked up to Martin, who was now standing towering over her, eyes zeroed down on her with a look she couldn’t decipher. And maybe she didn’t want to figure out what lied beneath them, for she was terrified the answer would only hurt her. It was something she found out just now that Martin was rather good at it.

She gave him a small smile to hide what she was thinking, grounding herself to not give any piece of her away and reminding herself the last time she did give herself away, and Martin already hated them. Eve and coerced smile didn’t belong in the same sentence. “Stop what?”

“You smiling. I’ve missed that a lot.”

*solskinn means sunshine in norwegian.

#oh-saints writes #martin ødegaard #martin odegaard #martin odegaard fic #martin odegaard fics #martin odegaard fanfic #martin odegaard fanfics #martin odegaard fanfiction #martin odegaard fluff #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard imagines #martin odegaard blurb #martin odegaard blurbs #martin odegaard oneshot #martin odegaard one shot #martin odegaard drabble #martin odegaard drabbles #martin odegaard x oc #footie fic #football fanfic #footie fics #footballer x oc #footie fanfics

[future-boi]

Get To Know Me Tag Game!

Thanks to @mythical-bookworm and @alex-a-fans for tagging me.

tbh this is just a song rec list LMAO [easier to open in a browser fyi]

1) Spell your name in songs

Y'all get two for the price of one cuz I couldn't decide if I wanted to go with all non-English songs or not.

The non-English songs are labeled with 🧋 in case you wanna avoid 🤪

Warning: Most of the songs in english have swear words so... just in case u got kids or ur strict parents around LMAO.

⚡️ F: Fighter Not a Lover

aro/ace people gonna love that shit ^ + no swear words

alt: fml u fucked me up

⚡️ U: URARA🧋

It translates to 'Oo-la-la', which I now realize is the magazine Biff was carrying around in the second movie... this was unintentional and the meaning of the song is very wholesome, trust me

alt: Upside Down

⚡️ T: this was a demo for this one song...

That one's like 50% f-bombs ^ i love it

alt: Toxic but its NOT Brittany, B*tch 💅

The most aggressive entry on this list

⚡️ U: Up Up and Away

The only f-bomb is in the second verse

alt: Unmei no Roulette Mawashite 🧋

'unmei' means 'destiny' so you know I had to include it

⚡️ R: Raining in Manila (half 🧋)

Couple of dudes just vibin' out in the studio, what's not to love?

alt: RAHHHH

^im convinced this is what suburbanites see in their nightmares

⚡️ E: Electricity (half 🧋)

alt: Extensyon

Both make up the most WHOLESOME entry in this

⚡️ -(hyphen): Hatid Sundo 🧋

Baby. Baby boi. Baby. vibes ^

alt: Hell to Sell

EVIL. vibes ^

🚫🧢 I have a problem with tonal whiplash. Did I cheat and use the hyphen to include the most wholesome and cute song right before pulling out the lowkey most scandalous song in the list? YES.

Just realized it doesn't work as well if you can't understand it, but trust me. I mean just listening to its vibes is enough 😩

⚡️ B: Balik Sa Umpisa 🧋

Any song that samples/remixes 'Stand By Me' is a W in my book.

alt: Bodybag

I'm just self-reporting at this point.

Ok the rest are very wholesome songs I swear

⚡️ O: Oretachi Rookies 🧋

alt: Oh, Imagine That

ok this one's tied for most wholesome in the list

⚡️ I: I/Me/Myself

gnc/nb people gonna love this shit ^

alt: I Really Like You

that was a struggle, R is the top pick to check out imo. E, O and I are the wholesome ones with no swear words if u care.

2) Why did you choose your URL?

Its based. ..off the song in the musical. I got back into the fandom because of the musical so I owe it that much. 'boi' sounds more gender-neutral than 'boy'

3) What is your middle name?

That's a secret!

4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?

Shapeshifter.

5) Favorite color?

Purple. Lavender/Periwinkle specifically.

6) Song you love right now?

What? 🧋 The amount of crackhead energy, but genuine emotion... AND AESTHETIC. it was literally made for me LMAO Ken is so aggro but hes singing about not littering. like why is he so intimidating-- but i support the eco-friendly king. but fr the song is about waving ur flag with pride??? PRIDE???? and they look androgynous asf??? whats not to love

7) Top four fandoms? (Current Fandoms?)

Back to the Future

That's it

jk uhhh, Invincible

Thats it, dont wanna get into past fandoms rn

8) Tag nine people

mf u think i know 9 people??

im playin, lemme tag some cool people... not that u have to do this, i just wanted to bother u 🤪 but feel free to do it, i wanna hear other music 🥺🥺🥺

⚡️ @maxintime LOVE UR ART STYLE. BEEN TOO SHY TO BOTHER U THO 😭

⚡️ @jowritesfanfiction my inspo, my density, ILY. Im never shy bout bothering u in my posts HAVE U GOTTEN THE RESTRAINING ORDER AGAINST ME YET 🤪🤪😭😭😭 ive tagged this mf in every other post istg

⚡️ @moth-makay ur great frfr 😭😭 all the hugs. r u gonna post more art??? cuz u shouuuld 🥺

⚡️ @bttf-dork ur name and pfp give comfy vibes??? its very endearing. dunno how to describe it, but i like seeing u in my notifs 🥰 bUT UR ART DOHHH. immaculate. underrated.

⚡️ @pepsifox88 i hope u continue to cook ✨ everyone go and GIVE THEM SUPPORT, I AM NO LONGER ASKING

and to the rest of u, thank u for liking a bunch of my work, whenever i see long lists of likes like that, or if i see ur name often 'nuff, i always notice 😇, i never know how to say thank you!!

@leftoverspagehhti

@karorurodriguez

@epikprinc

@mapleflavedpepperoni

@xmaster3000

@jayisnotdrawing

@jackofthecards

@ectojester

@cat0marble

Didn't include everyone, but just know that i noticed you!!! 💝

watch me get reported for harassment by all these people 😂

#music

[fluffytriceratops]

“To Cybertron And Back.” — [TFP] Optimus Prime

Notes: Optimus x Human Reader. This has been sitting in my drafts for like a year now— so I decided it was about time I post it hehe. I used to write a lot of Transformers stuff, but it’s very old and very cringey so I probably wont post any of that. However, I am wanting to write and possibly draw some Transformers stuff so this certainly isn’t the last time you’ll be seeing of them. If you have any ideas for them, lemme know. I was also originally thinking of making this a book, but I probably wont do that now lol. Maybe one day if ppl want it? No promises. Also this is unedited because I'm lazy and tired so it might be crap. Thank you for reading! Take care! <;3

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of death, mentions of injury, mature language,

(If you want to be tagged in my future Transformers related posts, feel free to let me know and I’ll happily tag you!)

—

Gunfire rained down, echoing across the battlefield and mixing with the sound of the pelting rain. Her hair clung to her face like glue, forcing her to push it away so it wouldn't compromise her sight. One of the mech's near her was shot to the ground, causing her to stumble from the impact. Her palms stung as she caught herself, rolling out of the way of another body. Her breathing was ragged as she quickly picked herself up and ran to the nearest bolder. Hoping to find some sort of cover. Y/n skidded to a stop, as one of the Decepticons nearly crushed her beneath their giant metal foot. Instead, having of crushed the bolder she was hoping would semi protect her. A small whine emitted from the mouth of the human, but she couldn't stop now, if she wanted to survive she had to keep moving. Her heart hammered against her ribcage as she picked herself up once more. Ignoring the aching of her limbs as she ran for cover. This patrol had turned into something far more dangerous. Y/n knew that the Autobots wouldn't have allowed her to come along if they thought for a moment that the Decepticons would make an appearance. She had asked to come, and it was just a simple patrol. Raf had homework to do, Jack was at work, and it was just her and Miko. The two females tended to get into a bit of trouble when together. When Bulkhead and Bumblebee claimed they were going on patrol, the humans jumped at the chance to join them.

They never expected it to turn out like this.

"Miko!" The h/c girl shouted, spotting the familiar pink and black haired girl. Despite being a few years older, both considered each other to be close friends. Miko whipped around at the sound of her name, eyes wide as she too was almost crushed by a Decepticon. "Y/n!"

With little to nothing surrounding them for miles, there weren't many options they could use for shelter. The vast expanse of desert they were in was just about it. Not to mention that their sight was compromised due to the pouring rain. Arcee and Optimus had joined the scene via groundbridge what felt like hours ago, but even then the Autobots were vastly outnumbered. Y/n ignored the risk of running straight through the battle to get to her friend, knowing they might have a better chance of getting out of here unscathed if they were together.

"Are you crazy!? Don't run straight through the fight!" Miko screamed, dodging another stomp. But her warnings had fallen upon deaf ears, for with all this commotion it'd be hard to hear her even if they were side by side.

Y/n ignored the risks. Miko was her top priority right now, nothing else mattered.

Her e/c eyes widened as she dodged a swipe made for her by none other than Starscream. Of course the Seeker attempted to grab for the squirmy human, most likely to use against the Autobots as an upper hand. The female let out a shreik as he tried again, only to be tackled by Arcee. Y/n ducked under the massive bodies above her, trying to increase her speed to get to Miko faster. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to dodge the next set of servos that made a move for her. This time, coming from the Deception she knew as Knockout. "Get your crusty hands off of me!" She screamed, struggling in his grasp.

"Believe me, I don't want to touch you either." Knockout hissed in disgust, tightening his grip on her. Turning towards the Autobots he waved her around as if dangling a piece of bait. "Stand down, or the little human gets it."

The once loud battlefield was suddenly struck with an even louder silence. No one dare move, no one dare breathe. Even Miko who had found her way to Bulkhead was eerily silent and still. "Looks like Starscream had the right idea." Knockout mused, glancing down at the still struggling maiden in his servo.

Optimus put his blasters away, and slowly the other's followed. "Let her go."

"And why would he do that?" It was Breakdown who spoke, stalking up to his friend.

"Because if he doesn't, I'll shove my blaster up his-"

"Arcee." Optimus cut her off, narrowing his optics down towards the femme in warning.

"Yes, Arcee. Care to finish that sentence?" Starscream beckoned, smirking widly on his side of the field.

Y/n winced at tight grasp Knockout held on her, the rain seemed to have only increased and thunder roared overhead as if angry at the current situation. There was no way that the Deceptions would just hand her over. She knew that much. And she was proven correct when she overheard one of them mention something along the lines of an exchange. The females eyes widened and she banged her fists down upon Knockouts servo angrily. "Too afraid I'll be too much trouble for you, cowards! The human alliance clearly works for the Autobots, maybe you could learn something from them!"

"Quiet you!" Knockout snapped, giving her a good squeeze in an attempt to shut her up.

Y/n bit back a cry of pain at the action, which only made her determination grow stronger. She knew Optimus would not hesitate to put himself on the line for her. And she'd be damned if she let him. "Or perhaps you're too dimsighted! What, the mighty Deceptions can't take care of a weak human? Pathetic! Grow some damn balls you ignorant bastards!" Maybe insulting them wasn't the best idea, but it was all she had.

"Y/n." Prime warned, taking a step forward but not daring to take another after Starscream pointed his blaster at the female.

"Pathetic! I'll show you pathetic! I say just be rid of her!" Said Seeker snarled, if he had a nose Y/n was sure it'd be wrinkled in disgust.

"Calm down, Starscream. Let's be smart about this."

"Can't exactly be smart when you're the opposite." Y/n jested, ignoring her pain.

"That mouth of yours will be your end, stupid girl." Knockout huffed, tempted to just chuck her and run.

"Go ahead. Kill me. I dare you."

"Enough from the human! Optimus, it's you or her!" Ignoring Starscreams words, the female managed to get the pepper spray she had tucked away. She was hoping that she could drag on the conversation long enough that she could make a move, and luckily for her the Deceptions had bought it.

"Do not harm her, I will go with you willingly."

"Wise choice," He didn't get to finish because Y/n lifed her arm, spray in hand, and shot it all over Knockouts face, being sure to aim for his optics. Out of surprise, the male loosened his grip on her enough that she managed to pry his fingers open. However, now she was plummeting to the ground. At least she wasn't being bartered anymore.

Breakdown's leg shot out in a poor attempt to catch her, or perhaps slow down her fall. And it had worked for a second, but it wasn't long till she rolled right off and thudded onto the ground at an awkward angle. A cry left the mouth of the human, but she didn't have time to dwell on her pain as the Deceptions made another attempt to grab at her. Forcing herself to move, Y/n rolled out of the way of Starscream's hand. Who had been shot at by Bumblebee, the Autobots didn't hesitate to shoot at the remaining Deceptions all the while rushing forward to try and save their human friend.

"Disgusting brat!" Knockout was furious, but instead of trying to get her back into his possession he began to shoot in her direction. The heat from his blasts burned at her skin, though they had yet to actually hit her. Though she knew it was only a matter of time. Y/n forced herself to sit up, and with every ounce of strength stood and began to rush towards the Autobots to the best of her abilities. Her right leg hurt like a bitch, and she was sure she had a concussion. Not to mention it was getting harder to breathe by the second and she guessed it might be because something was puncturing or pressing on her lungs.

Her sight was beginning to become fuzzy though she could still make out Optimus' figure as he tried to get to get to her. There were a few Deceptions in his path that he had to deal with first. But she wasn't too worried about him. With Knockout still hot on her trail, Y/n tried her hardest to keep from his reach. That was easier said than done. She managed to see the lights of a groundbridge swirl into view from the corners of her eyes. She knew it was the Autobots' when she saw Bulkhead usher Miko through. Her heart swelled at the knowledge that Miko was safe, but it seemed that this was enough to distract her and Knockout took it to his advantage. Because this time, one of his blasts had managed to hit her. Y/n was flung forwards from the hit, smashing into the ground. Dirt and debris flew in the air with her, and for once she was glad that it was raining so hard.

Y/n's ears rung so loudly, it was all she could hear. Darkness clouded her vision and after a few moments of simply lying there she realized it was because her eyes were closed. It took a lot of strength just to peel her eyes open, and when she did it wasn't long till the pain made itself aware. Succombing her and wrapping her up in it's embrace. The pain was so unbearable she began to slip in and out of contiousness. She didn't know how long she was laying there, curled in on herself in the rain. But before long Ratchet made an appearance and scooped her up in his arms. She cried out in pain from the contact, only hearing muffled voices in return. She was placed onto something hard and cool, and Y/n guessed it was one of the berths in the Autobots medbay.

She could see blurry images of faces, but she couldn't really make out who was who. There was shouting and other noises but most of it was slurred together. Y/n mumbled out something incoherent before fully drifting off into blackness.

____

"She's waking up!"

Y/n's eyes fluttered open, before being rudely blinded by a bright light. The female hissed in annoyance as she shut her eyes once more. She felt light headed and boy was she starving.

"Y/n."

The voice was familiar as it spoke to her, but she wasn't fully aware yet. The sound of whirring and beeping machines entered her mind and she blinked her eyes open in confusion. She was hooked up to multiple different machines, and her brow creased in confusion. Sitting up was a bad idea, the room spun and she was smacked with a strong wave of nausea. Instantly her hand went to her head to steady herself.

"Woah, Woah. Relax. Move slowly, you've been out of comossion for a while."

Y/n glanced up towards the source o the voice, squinting so she could get a better look at who it belonged to. "Ratchet?" Groaning the female bit back the urge to vomit.

"Careul, Y/n. You have a long recovery ahead of you." He warned, steadying her with his servos.

"Recovery? What.. What happened?" Forcing her eyes to open once more, she took metal note of where she was. The Autobot base, and by the looks of it, it seemed to be pretty late. The only other bot in the room was Optimus, who was also by her side, studying her silently. Intensely.

"You don't remember?" He asked, head tilting to the side ever so slightly.

Y/n shook her head.

"That's not uncommon in these kinds of situations." She made sure not to move as Ratchet scanned her to check her vitals more clearly. "You have been uncontious for three weeks, after all. Brain fog is one of the many symptoms."

Y/n's head snapped in his direction, and she cursed at her own movements. "Three weeks?! Tell me you're fucking with me."

Ratchet scoffed, "I am doing no such thing. You were pretty roughed up when we finally were able to get you back to base safely. I was unsure if you'd even make it. And you wouldn't have, if..." He trailed off, glancing over to the side to avoid eye contact.

Y/n scrunched her brows together, even more confused. "If?"

"If I hadn't given you a sliver of my spark." Optimus mumbled, eyeng the female closely.

Now she really was going to vomit- "Ack! Do not get your bodily fluids on this table! Please!"

"H-How? Is that even possible?" Y/n asked incredulously, managing to control her stomach.

"Well, clearly. Since the two of you are alive." Ratchet grumbled, walking over with a translucent bag of energon. Y/n watched with wide eyes as he hooked it up to the IV that was attached to her arm.

"I'm sorry- I thought energon was poisonous to humans?" She shrieked, tempted to yank the damn thing from her arm.

"Normally, it is. But with your current situation.. We've found that energon has been helping drastically with your recovery. Now that you have Optimus's spark inside of you-"

"Hold on! Where exactly?" Y/n looked between the two with a look of bewilderment. Optimus had always been good at hiding his emotions, and even now she had no idea what he was thinking.

"Your heart. Think of it as a transplant." Ratchet pointed to her chest with one of his digits. He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and she supposed it was. A spark was basically a heart, after all.

Y/n looked more confused than ever. "I'm getting a migraine... " She muttered, gripping onto her head with both hands.

"Y/n, your conditions when we brought you here were... severe. All of our courses of treatment weren't working. Your heart could not handle the effects of the energon blast Knockout had inflicted on you. It was eating you from the inside out, and because of your organic tissues, it was only spreading and putting all of your organs into failure. " She glanced towards Prime as he informed her of the situation, listening intently so she'd fully understand what had happened to her. Ah, yes.. Knockouts blast. Now she remembered.

"Your body was not made to handle the effects of energon. The only way we could think of possibly changing that was if energon became of value to your system. Hence the idea of a spark transplant. However, we figured we didn't need the whole spark, just a small portion of it. Optimus was the one who vulonteered to be the transplant doner. Despite all of us disagreeing."

After hearing this, Y/n glanced towards her guardian in.  "But you didn't know if you'd survive. Why would you risk that?"

"It was a nesissary risk I was willing to take. I made a promise that there would be no human casualties. And as your guardian, it also falls upon me to protect you. You are my responsibility, Y/n. And I care for you, if you had passed - I do not know what I would have done." He caressed her face with one of his digits gently, the action only caused the female to smile. Tears leaked from her eyes at the new set of information, and she didn't hesitated to reach up and hold onto him lovingly.

"Thank you, Optimus. You are too kind for this world. I only wish that someday there will be something I can do to repay you."

"There will be no need for that. You being alive and well is all I could ask for." He smiled in return, and she nuzzled into his hand gently.

"How did you come up with giving me a part of a spark?" She asked, glancing between the two of them. She had always been quite curious, sometimes even too much for her own good. Y/n was constantly asking questions, especially when she first joined team Prime.

"Like I mentioned before, we needed energon to become of value to your body. Something that it would need to thrive on. To become a primary component, if you will. We thought of entering it into your blood stream, but we still needed a way for it to be important for your body to function. We eventually came up with a theory of a spark transplant. If we could get your heart to pump energon, then it would become vital for your survival. It took many hours and even still you hardly made it. Primus, even Optimus nearly passed on. But in the end, you both recovered slowly but surely." Ratchet hummed, continuing on with his examination.

"I must admit. I was highly skeptic that this would work. And the fact that it did is groundbreaking. A true miracle."

Y/n's head buzzed with all this new information, with all the new questions she had. "So- does that mean I have to ingest energon now? Can I eat human food?"

"You should be able to eat and drink just fine. But you will need energon injections every so often. If you want to stay alive."

Y/n hummed in acknowledgment, finally taking the sight of her own body. She was covered with multiple different bandages, and her right leg was wrapped in a brace. Most of the bandages were on one side. Optimus took notice of her starring and drew her attention by speaking. "You got lucky, Knockouts blast had more or less grazed you. If you had been hit head on, you would not be alive."

Y/n smiled, "But I am alive, thanks to you."

Optimus met her smile with one of his own. But before anything else could be said, sudden commotion brought the two's attention elsewhere.

"Y/n!" Bulkhead scrambled into the room, followed by both Arcee and Bumblebee. The latter chirping in what she could only guess was excitement.

"Hey guys," the famle waved meekly, her meds beginning to ware off and she started to feel her exhaustion creep up on her. One would think that because she's been asleep for three weeks, she wouldn't be as tired.

"Glad to see you're back. You gave us a real scare." Arcee said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Miko's gonna be so excited! She visits you daily, along with the other's of course." Bulkhead piped up.

Bumblebee added in his own chorus of whirs and beeps, and Y/n meerily pretended she knew what he was saying.

Optimus, sensing his beloved's exhaustion, managed to convince the other bots to leave the room and give her a bit of space. They could visit her once again in the morning.

"Wanted me all to yourself, huh?" Y/n yanwed, a small and sleep smirk crawling onto her face.

Optimus let out a soft chuckle, "Perhaps."

Y/n yawned once more, reaching up towards the Prime and giving him little grabby hands. Something she did anytime she wanted to cuddle with him. Optimus carefully scooped her up in his servos and climbed into the med bay berth. Once he laid down and got himself comfortable, he gently set Y/n down on his chassis. Cupping her gently with one of his hands, as if he was shielding her from many dangers. "I love you, Optimus."

He felt himself begin to heat up at the words, he had heard them before but only once or twice. And never often, they had just reached that place in their relationship after all. "I love you too, Y/n. More than you know."

Y/n smiled, enjoying the sound of his spark beating beneath his metal chest plates. And enjoying the idea that a piece of that spark was beating inside of her as well. "To Cybertron and back?" She whispered, nuzzling into his lightly.

Optimus hummed, closing his own optics. "To Cybertron and back." He confirmed, drifting off into recharge with the love if his life safely curled on his chest.

____

Extra:

"He never left your side, y'know." Y/n glanced towards Miko at the sound of her voice. She hummed at the set of information.

"I figured as much."

"He also totally wrecked Knockout. I was surprise he let the mech live."

Y/n's eyes nearly popped out of her head. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh yeah, once he saw you get hit Big Red practically went on a rampage. Most of the Decepitcons fled, and Knockout left crying about his precious finish. It was very cool. Despite you practically dying and all. I've never seen Prime show that much emotion before. Let alone get so angry. " Miko glanced at her friend to see her face a firey shade of red that put Ratchet to shame.

"Let me guess, hearing that totally turned you on?"

"Yup. Big time."

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers imagine #transformers x reader #tfp #TFP x reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #tfp imagines #writer #imagine #fluffytriceratops #optimus prime #optimus x reader #tfp optimus #transformers prime imagines #transformers prime x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers optimus x reader #transformers optimus #transformers optimus prime #transformers optimus prime x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

[caffernnn]

Free! Anniversary Fic Recs 🦋🐋🐬🦈🐧 Can you share your fav fics from each year (2013-2023) Free! has been around?

This is a very fun ask!! Lemme root through my bookmarks and see what I can find 😅

2013 - A lot of the stories I have saved from this time are shorter lil one-shots like “Never Leave” by Shimegami (classic mh hug-it-out interlude fic) and “The Sound of Settling” by teke (feelings realization stuff), but one other one I liked was “The Ocean You Gave My Heart” by miaoujones. Smut warning for that one (if that’s not your thing), but something about desert-bound Makoto learning to swim and indulge in water with Haru, thinking upon meeting him that he’s a wonder whether he’s really a mermaid or not, that’s neat!!

2014 - starting to realize the ones I kept any note of from the early years are some of the popular mh fics probably already recommended 10 times over, but there’s a reason why people sing their praises. If you haven’t checked out fics from tide tothemoon like 2/13189000 (mhtokyo my beloved), their writing is *chef’s kiss* delightful. Another AU I haven’t been able to bring myself to revisit was orihime’s reincarnation stories from “I cannot be without you, matter of fact.” There are two different stories, one where Makoto remembers their past lives and a follow up where Haru remembers, and oh that made me ache dude.

2015 - Speaking of suffering, have y’all checked out Heart’s Departure yet? I think we’ve referenced and talked about that story enough for it to speak for itself 🥴 heartbreaking circumstances but still cosmic and so so beautiful. Then, once you’re done crying about that story, hop over to “Shake the Heavens” by Ad_Astra to break down over (what I described in my ao3 bookmark) Makoto and Haru’s “inherently cataclysmic devotion.” I guess 2015 was the year of shoving the boys into tragic AUs and seeing how much they were willing to give up to get back to each other. A whole vibe

2016 - let’s goooo gamers, more AUs!! “I’d Create Oceans For You” by trashness is a fun fantasy adventure that has both tender moments and interesting action (and some banger art from donguris omggg). If you want something more future-fish-flavored that shows that happily-ever-after doesn’t save you from your grief, “Sublimation” by RedScribbler was great. You can find more of my thoughts on that one if you scroll back a bit in my “fic recs” tag — one of y’all sent it in and yeeees it was so up my alley!

2017 - Alright fellas, there are so many to choose from, because now we’re getting into the macbetha years! Who would I be if I didn’t mention “Eyes Wide Open All The Time” tbh?? It’s a long one with its own hard-hitting involved lore and world-building, but Beth builds this unique story in a way that pulls from the characters we know and love so effectively. I’ve sung the praises for this story multiple times (and could so do it again bro don’t tempt me) but I’ll end off with saying that if you’re fascinated in watching deeply-wounded people who’ve been put through hell learn how to make a life in the aftermath, there’s something special for you here. Aaaand, if you want something about 1/10 the length and not as heavy, “159 (Architect/Interior Designer AU)” by intoxicatedcinnamon has some fun moments 😌 that’s another one where you can find more of my thoughts somewhere in the fic recs tag (love when y’all send me stories 💚💙)

2018 - “Coral and Bone” by Macbetha my beloved!!!! Wanna play mermaids and fight the gods? Maybe try to find that summer magic that makes you want to keep going and accidentally fall in love on the way? I am puuushing you toward this story bestie. Everyone’s here and everyone’s having fun! OH ALSO I’m throwing in “Night Changes” by SEMellark because I love stories where Makoto and Haru actually figure out how to talk to each other. (Side note — a lot of these are probably gonna be things I’ve rec’d in the past, so feel free to scroll my tag for more details and consider this list an extra endorsement 😅)

2019 - (drops basket full of love for mutuals) OOPS OOPS OOPS!!! Don’t mind me, just popping in with some “Let’s Get Married” by sagesprouts and “Anthropocene” by testosterogna, nothing to see here but some classic natsunao shenanigans and one of the sickest elemental bender AUs out there 😌✨ I also have some fics from Svana saved from this year, but I’ll be mentioning her again later so hold on okay!!

2020 - alright, now the list is getting longer with everyone jumping back in during the early pandemic days 🏃🏻‍♀️SO FIRST OFF “green eyes, you’re the one I wanted to find” by infinite_always is an absolute FLUFF FEST of a soulmate AU! Unbearably tender moments but who doesn’t love that every so often? OH AND we have another one of my all-time ultimate fic recs here!! “Reaching” by CupNoodles55 has shaped and reshaped how I look back at Eternal Summer in the way I’d want any great canon-compliant fic to. Big love for interlude scenes and extra bits that help recontextualize or deepen what a moment could’ve meant in the show. Gonna end off 2020 with “The Sea Aflame” by Dizzydodo because even though this urban fantasy story is unfinished, I was super drawn in by the prospects of dragon!Makoto and whatever god stuff was going on with Sousuke. An interesting universe I love thinking about again from time to time.

2021 - Starting off strong with “love on the water, love underwater (and so on)” by rudimentaryflair because we love introspection here!!! Lovely writing style with lines that make me want to scale the walls. This take on Makoto is so so special. Also gonna rec “To Clear Away Today” by suhmayzooka (omg hiiii) if you want to be thrown into another hard-hitting intricate AU with loads of potential. Love exploring what we’ve got to see of the world so far 💞 and OOOH IT’S TIME!! “Extraordinary” by Svana_Vrika is basically canon to me at this point. Svana has a lot of sweet shorter stories with Makoto and Haru (look here, look here), but this one is everythinggg my guy. Similar appeal to “Reaching” mentioned earlier: a story of interludes that bring the story we already know to life in a delightful new way. Required reading for mhtokyo fans forreal. ONE LAST ONE OKAY!! “Teacher” by VeloxVoid is a great future fic with teacher!Makoto and artist!Haru (and I’m not biased just bc it was a gift exchange for me with details fit to my specific tastes wdym🧍🏻). Domestic blisssss

2022 - Ooh we’ve almost caught up y’all ☺️ gonna start with “All This and Heaven Too” by SocksAreArgyle because sometimes the bestie crafts a smorgasbord of smut with a delicious throughline of character/relationship development baked in. If you want your choice of spicy makoharus or some character exploration, you’re SET with this one. Next is “I Let My Heart Go” by martincrieff because sometimes the bestie looks at poor pining Makoto and goes “you know what would be messed up?” AND I JUST !!! So full of love and now full of flower petals. Hanahaki!Makoto my dearest boy!! Aaaand ending off the year with some tender mh (to Ikuya’s detriment) in “The Night Train” by Lizzyboo. They’re so softtt with each other and UGH this story is so nice. Love watching people take the crumbs from FS/FS2 and make a meal 💜

2023 - The year is young! And old! So here’s some more, with who knows how many bangers yet to come 🎉 First going to throw in the Makoharu Week 2023 collection for your perusal because I saw some fantastic stories emerge from that event. If you have twitter, I’d recommend also seeing some of the threadfics posted over there from the event as well 💚💙 and I thiiink I’m gonna close off for now with “just like it was always meant to be” by tonfea because they’ve been putting out banger stories that deserve all the love. Haru introspection is one of those things that isn’t always done very well (which is especially hard to reckon with in older fics) but tonfea’s stories all have an intimate understanding about Haru’s mind and journey that just makes sense.

Alright hello we made it to the end!!! Might’ve thrown in more than expected but I hope makoharu enjoyers find something on this list that fits their fancy 🥲 (and if anyone wants to rec something or ramble about a story here that they loved I’m all ears)

#fic recs #makoharu #oops all makoharu #a wonderful stroll through the past decade #(also I didn’t tag people but quite a few of the people I mentioned are here so uhh hiiiiii) #thanks for sending <3 #anonymous

[tilvcei]

hi angel. i absolutely love your writing and i was wondering if you could write something fitting this trope with ethan landry and black!fem reader. maybe them getting in a fight bc ethan is drunk and her just being tired of the shit bc he does this every time. i think you have the skill to write this with the emotional depth it needs based on what i’ve seen. love you ! x

feel free to ignore this if you’re not accepting requests! i couldn’t find an faq or anything before i sent this so i’m sorry just in case <3

► 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓

⭢ In which: you haven’t been on the best path and try to hold everything in at once, but one person you care deeply for starts to notice. so, you just let the tears fall.

☆ | warning(s): angst, language, abusive household, alcohol,

☆ | note: request are open, actually! also thank you for the request because my inbox is empty 😭 also yes i made this very sad and I’m being truthful I cried myself while writing this, let me know if you want me to change it! thanks for requesting sweetheart <3 I can also relate to this one, I put some things that have happened to me in this writing— but other than that lemme stop rambling, enjoy :) [im not in college lol, that’s just an insert so the story makes sense] THIS IS SHORT, IM SORRY

☆ | gender: she/her (black!reader)

tagging 🏷: @ncllcraines

Today was rather a normal day. no killings or anything- well, not yet at least. you’ve been dealing with a lot. school, home, basically everything all together.

Not just that, you’ve been falling behind on college too. one of the teachers suggested you may need a tutor, which you lied and said you didn’t but they gave you one anyways.

And that tutor was Ethan thankfully. having to take care of your siblings was the only thing on your mind at the time. your mom is barely home cause of work. so being the big sister that you are you decided to step in and help.

you had stayed up overnight, working on everything without taking a break. this was a real struggle, your mom and step-dad were alcoholics at once, but then stopped when they realized what damages were happening since your step-dad had a mini stroke.

But other than that everything has been good, but for you? therapy was suggested from your mom.

on some days you were happy, some days sad. randomly out of nowhere you started feeling depressed.

Sleeping habits started changing, you started going asleep around 1:00/3:00 at night and when you’d wake up you’d still feel tired.

Working late shifts, just all of that was bothering you. and you were behind on exams, right now ethan was in your dorm, helping you with your work.

"So, do you know how many bones were fractured? it shows it on…let’s see, page 27. if we go back, we can find the answer on page 20." Ethan said, you sat there sulking.

You really didn’t understand the point of this, "do we have to do this? I understand this is important for my future but-" you were cut off by ethan.

"(Y/n). if you don’t want to finish this oh well, I’m going to help you. you’re going to be successful." Ethan said, you groaned in annoyance and looked back down at the sheet.

A sigh came from his lips, the only thing he wanted was the best for you. he could see how much you were struggling, he could see what you were trying to do.

"Are you sure everything is okay? you’ve been distant lately." Ethan said, when he asked that question you stiffened.

Why was he bringing that up now? nothing was wrong you were just extremely frustrated at the moment.

"I-I’m sorry. did I say something wrong?" asked ethan, you rubbed a tired hand over your face. the stress was evident on your face.

"I think I’m at my breaking point. you know how you just get tired of having to hold everything down all at once? if I’m being honest: I can’t- I…" you trailed off, as much as you were trying to hold your composure.

Then the tears started to fall, ethan wasn’t really shocked though, he knew what you were going through but waited for you to open up about it.

"You’re crying." Ethan said with a frown, he was startled when you wrapped him in a hug, "I’m just tired, ethan. of everything." you told him while sobbing.

"I know, I know. but it’s okay sweetheart, we could just put this to the side and lay down for a bit? if you want." Ethan suggested.

"Actually, that’s a great idea. I need a break anyways." You agreed, Ethan nodded and placed some of the books and sheets on the table.

Arms found themselves wrapping around your waist, maybe this was what you needed, some type of comfort. after all you’ve been dealing with a lot lately.

"Thank you, ethan. for being here." you said, he didn’t reply and instead placed a kiss on your cheek, "Anytime, love."

He was your safe place.

Im so sorry this was short, it was horrible also ik 😭 and this also felt rushed. I might fix some things up here, also if anyone would like to send request go ahead!! my inbox is open :D

#black reader #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream vi #scream vi x reader

[eveandtheturtles]

Leo and the dragon part 2

I kind of wanted to continue but with some smut thrown in lol. (Also let me know if anyone wants to know more about my headcanons for dragons and mermaids in this universe either here or on my main blog). Check my masterlist for part 1 bc I feel like tumblr been blocking my posts with links the past 2 weeks.

Summary: It's spring time and the turtles are dealing with mating season. A friend offers help to Leo.

Rating: IT'S SMUT!! NC-17 WHATEVER NO KIDS ALLOWED. Also everyone here is like in their early to mid 20s including the dragon!

Warnings: uuuh, biting, feral Leo, some blood mention?

Tag for: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @madammuffins @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @tinkabelle19 @pheradream-15 @dilucsflame33 (lemme know if you wanna be on this list or off of it!)

Enjoy

After resolving the mystery of mysterious creature plaguing New York Amoxtli found herself right at home with the turtles. She enjoyed their shenanigans and Raph enjoyed challenging her to spar sessions often.

The first time it happened they found out that Amoxtli was in fact a warrior princess. The superior strength now joined with hundreds of years of practice with spears, Macuahuitl and other weapons gave her an edge that brought a variety into their training sessions.

Meanwhile Donnie was excited to find everything he could on dragon culture and biology. Leo felt he needed to protect their newest friend from his brother. Amoxtli didn't mind though. She would answer honestly or when she didn't want to say something side step the truth to her best abilities.

"I can't lie," she explained to Leo one day. "I can omit the truth but I cannot outright lie. On the upside I can also tell when someone is lying to me."

But she never seemed to mind to be around his family. She held a reverence for Splinter as the elder of their family. She always had a good laugh around the brothers but rarely joined the shenanigans. She sucked at video games but still tried to play against them. It pleased Leo how well she interacted with everyone.

"They are wonderful. You are all so open and close as family and you all care so much for each other," she told him at a different time. "I miss my older brother watching you all."

"Well, if he ever decided to come to you world, he is welcome in the lair," Leo replied, watching with her as Raph and Donnie were trying to trick Mikey out of his pizza slices.

"That's nice of you but he's dead," she said with her usual bluntness causing Leo to find himself at a loss for words.

Through summer to late autumn Amoxtli was visiting them regularly. During winter months it slowed down as she hated cold and it was harder to drag her out of her own apartment. The last time Leo saw her the multiple layers of her clothing she wore to be able to visit almost turned her into a ball. Not very different from all those videos of bundled up toddlers. Mikey tried to see if he could roll her. He almost succeeded.

Leo found himself missing her a lot. Her poise and dry, a bit odd sense humour. Her wide smile when she'd do something that made others laugh or if she did something good. Her confusion listening to Donnie but at the same time fascination with all things science-y.

Leo often would find her, frowning with an empty, slightly glazed eyes after such sessions.

"Are you okay?" He asked her one time amused.

"I think my brain is evaporating," she replied in such deadpanned way making him laugh.

"You're not the only one," he snickered, reassuring her.

He missed their talks. She struggled a lot with her position, the future that was expected of her. He related to that. They would spend hours talking what would they do if they just could. Sometimes she'd fall asleep on his shoulder and he'd carry her to his bed, while he'd sleep on the couch.

He missed seeing her watching Mikey cook. She once tried to help but as a result received a similar ban to Leo on entering the kitchen.

"I am really sorry about that pan," she told Leo later. "I could get him another one..."

It took a truly amazing cup of hot chocolate prepared by her to unban her entry.

Leo found himself listening for the tale tell clinking of her jewellery in the sewer tunnels that would announce her arrival. Sometimes he caught himself looking for the red tips of her feathers in the crowd. He tried to drop by her work a few times but due to the cold Amoxtli got herself shorter shifts.

The usual snow storms eventually completely cut her her 'outside' time to zero.

"Missing your girlfriend, Leo?" Donnie teased him once. "Wow, this feels so good to do that. Is this why you guys tease me so much about it?"

Leo snorted. "She's not my girlfriend, we are just... Very good friends. She's a princess."

"Yeah one who can bench press Raph and lay all four of us on a mat," Donnie pointed out.

"How's your mermaid girlfriend?" Leo changed the subject quickly.

"She's great! She's somewhere off the coast of Africa and found another merfolk village-" and that was enough to launch Donnie into an info dump of all the things he found out recently.

Leo politely stuck around listening to it. So much easier than talking about Amoxtli.

Then spring came around. After a round of usual shots Donnie made for them to manage their mating season better, Leo was excited to see his draconic friend again. To see those pitch black eyes and smell the shampoo. He imagined her stroll into the lair then them going in for a spar and then- hold a fucking second. Leo shook his head. Maybe seeing Amoxtli during the season wasn't a good idea...

"Hey, Donnie, uh, is you know the shot working for you?" He decided to check with his brother.

"Yeah. Mikey and Raph show positive reaction to the improved formula. Now that we're older I had to make it bit stronger. Especially for these two." Donnie grimaced a little. "Is something wrong with it for you?"

"Nope, all is good," Leo lied and quickly evacuated the lab.

It really didn't seem like anything else was wrong with him. He didn't experience heightened aggression or territorial instincts... He remembered one time Raph managed to avoid Donnie. The red terrapin got way to rough in the dojo almost breaking everything. They all had to hold him down for the shot...

But no, Leo was fine. Except for when he thought of his friend. It felt shameful. She didn't deserve him thinking of her like that. She was a proud warrior, a princess and a hundreds years old dragon.

"Seriously Leo get yourself together!!" He thought to himself.

One time, by the end of summer April invited them all to a cabin for vacation. Splinter encouraged them saying it would be good to recharge their batteries, maybe find new training techniques. Leo invited Amoxtli with them. There she showed them all her full form. They all had been gathering their jaws from the floor. She went from a 5 feet nothing woman, to the 33 feet tall humanoid, winged snake to a 20 feet wide, hundreds feet tall, with not 1 but 3 sets of feathery wings dragon. Leo thought to himself she was the most beautiful and terrifying thing he had ever seen. And according to her she was on a smaller side.

She offered them to fly them around. He, Mikey, Donnie and Casey took her on that. April, Master Splinter and Raph stayed on the ground. It was amazing. Exhilarating. Even if it was like a minute. They didn't want to risk too much. He remembered how happy and bouncy Amoxtli was after that.

His memory focused on how the top of her exposed her toned stomach. Her hair moving around, brushing over that long neck. Leo bit his lips. Fuck. What was wrong with him?

Then she came for a visit. Leo heard the excited yells from the main area. Mikey's greetings, Raph immediately jumping to get her to spar with him. Donnie probably waved from his work station. Leo took a deep breath in. Alright, calm down. Calm down. He exhaled.

She was there. Smiling at his brothers. Leo felt something boiling inside of him. When he looked up at his hand he noticed he crushed the doorframe. He took his hand away as if it burned. Fuck. He couldn't go and see her like that.

Meditation. Meditation would help him.

But Amoxtli noticed the lack of her friend among his brothers. She missed him the most during those cold winter months.

"Where's Leo?" She asked.

"Eh, Fearless is probably in his room being broody leader." Raph shrugged.

"I'll go check on him," she announced and immediately went towards Leo's room.

"Good luck!" Mikey hollered. The orange and red clad turtles snickered and fist bumped.

Amoxtli ventured into Leo's room, knocking politely.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

Leo's head snapped upward. He managed to steady himself for a little while with his meditation. Now she was here. He jumped up to his feet.

"Hi, uh," he called back, hesitating, looking around his pristine room. "I have a mess here!" He said, fully knowing she could tell he lied.

It gave her a pause. "Is something wrong?"

"No! No, everything is fine!" He tried.

"Leo..."

"I know!" He groaned. "I'm sorry."

"Do you want me to go away?" She sounded hurt.

Did he? "No, but if I see your right now, I might do something I'm not proud of," he replied. That was the truth.

"Like what? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes," he replied. He took a deep breath in. He could control himself, he could control everything. "Come in."

The door open and she stepped inside. Leo wasn't prepared. Somehow she opted today to wear more modern outfit. Her blue scales took on a shape of a wrap dress with a V neck. A cute bow tied around her waist. It was shorter than her usual skirt, the slit exposing her legs from about knee height. Amoxtli wasn't curvy but it still hugged her nicely. She even wore light blue heels, making her legs longer.

She noticed his look. "It was warm today and I saw a dress like this in a magazine. I thought it was nice," she explained sheepishly, swooshing the skirt of the dress a little..

He thought it was very nice too. His brain immediately supplied him with an idea of pushing it up or untying it like a present. With his teeth. "Breathe Leonardooo, breatheeee," he mentally scolded himself.

She closed the door behind her, separating them both from the lair.

"You look very nice," he managed to say, his mouth feeling dry.

"So, what's wrong?" She as usual went straight to the problem.

He sat on his bed and offered her a chair to keep a reasonable distance between them.

"Um, well," he started unable to look her in the eye. "It's spring, uh." He felt the need to change subject. "Do... do dragons have mating seasons?"

"Well... yes and no," she replied but tilted her head confused. "Only mated couples experience those usually until the first offspring is born, or egg is laid. Then their drive to mate lowers to managable levels, though I have been told it can vary from case to case."

"Mated couples?"

"Oh yes! Dragons mate for life, there's this whole beautiful ritual of soul tying. It's just amazing," she sighed delighted at the memory. "It's very special because finding your soulmate is the only way to reproduce. We live long but we don't have that many youngs because of it. But we can mate with just about any race outside of our own, which is a plus!" She explained.

He listened but at the same time his eyes were drawn to her knees, the way she held her legs together and the V-neck of her dress. He could just kneel in front of her and- he coughed and looked away. Boy was it getting hot in here or-. At the same time he scolded himself. Sex must have been so special for her species.

"That's why young dragons generally date around and copulate for fun to educate themselves and find a suitable mate later in life," she continued, dropping unknowingly bomb on his head.

"What?"

"My peers often had sex among each other for fun. I find it very similar to how humans are, minus the stigma and shame. It's just something we do to pass time," she added.

"Oh."

"I wasn't much for those though, uh, I'm very short for a female,. So they rarely invited me," she continued, looking at her hands," and I always found the need to at least like someone a little bit in those scenarios. I just don't understand how can you fuck someone and not be at least friends with them!"

He recognized the signs that she was rambling now. She tented to do that when agitated or nervous.

Leo slipped off of his bed. Like in that interrupted fantasy he knelt in front of her. There was something he learned from her all these months ago. Dragons in human shape were extremely easy to bruise. Or kill. That's why one had always do one thing.

"Can I touch you?"

Ask permission.

She looked at him, shocked, her eyebrows up and her crest flared up.

"Oh." She blinked. "Do... do turtles have mating seasons?"

He nodded.

"Oh," she looked to the close doors then to him. "Yes, you can."

Before he lost it completely. "Is this your first time?"

She shook her head. "No."

That was all he needed.

He lifted his hand to her legs. Her light brown skin paled a little over the winter but not too much. It was still smooth and soft. He kissed just above her knees. He heard her inhale deeply. He kissed the other leg, then slowly parted them for better access. Then he slid his hands upward over her thighs, pushing the dress up and further apart.

Amoxtli never wore underwear. If she needed for sparrings she always morphed her scales around for more appropriate wear. Today was no different.

Leo was already feeling a bit drunk from being able to touch her like that. He could feel her ass in his palms. The dress was hiding nothing now. From the blush he saw on her skin and the tell tale scent of her arousal growing she wasn't going to stop him. Her legs spread further and she slipped a bit lower in the chair.

Leo kissed a path for himself leading to her sex. He noted it didn't look any different from what he saw in porn in human women. She was smooth, with her inner lips poking out through the outer a little. He gave her a lick. She jumped a little but quickly settled.

He noted how she watched him. So he was going to give her a show. He sat more on the ground in more comfortable position and got to work. He kissed her lower lips as if he'd kiss her mouth. He tested her texture on his tongue, tracing the edges, pushing past them and sinking into her. He inhaled her musk and something within him churred pleased. He pushed his tongue into her, exploring her, tasting her further. She was so tight inside, so hot and wet. He felt her legs trembled, fighting him to close around his head. He almost. ALMOST. Let her.

He forced himself to pull out. His tongue traced a trail up, between a hood where her clit waited for him, hidden like a pearl. Or was supposed to be. No what he found were two little buttons. Well... wasn't that a curved ball. But he wouldn't be himself if he didn't think on his feet. He stroked an eight around them then licked like they were delightful ice creams.

Up to that point Amoxtli managed to keep quiet. Her hands were slowly crushing the seat beneath her, permantently embedding herself into the metal frame. Her breathing was quick and a deep blush spread over her chest and face. She never felt like this before. Self pleasure never felt like this before. Oh, gods above. She moaned, throwing her head back, completely surrendering to whatever magics Leo was casting upon her.

Then she felt his digits entering her and something choked inside her to be released in a long moan. But that wasn't all. Leo wasn't done yet. He sucked on her clits, rubbing them at the same time with the flat of his tongue, while his thick finger, hooked up began to pump quickly in and out of her.

She gripped onto his head, the released leg hooked behind his shell. Her peak build within her and when Leo added his second finger inside she cried out her release, last second slapping one hand over her mouth. She whimpered as Leo kept going to a couple seconds, while she rode her orgasm until she pushed him away.

His face was soaked. He was so proud of himself watching her sprawled out before him. He stood up stretching himself a little. They weren't done. And she knew it.

Before he could react Amoxtli grabbed his belt and pulled him to her. The force had him bend down where she captured his lips. With her feet she made him kneel again. Her deft fingers undid his belt and zipper. His pants dropped down and he was pushed further down. She growled at him and Leo never felt more turned on before.

Amoxtli climbed into his lap. Their mouths met again, hungry, frantic. Both fighting for dominance still. Her hands traced over his face to his neck. He finger resting under his chin, where she had a grap on the side of his throat. He gripped her at the back of her hair and pulled down. She rubbed herself over his cock, spreading her juices over him. His mouth fell open, catching breath, as he pulled away from their kiss. He reached down to stroke her and she moaned.

He saw blue scaled peppering her face. Her black, human eyes switching to yellow, reptilian ones. She pushed his head back, keep pushing, keep rubbing onto him. He was breathing heavily, fighting to keep his eyes open. Her mouth slipped over his neck. He felt her kissing a spot, then her tongue. Then her sharp, sharp teeth biting down.

Leo cried out. "Fuck!" He felt himself spill over his stomach.

Dangerous, fucking dangerous, she was. Poised and proper princess but here, now. He saw her. And she was gorgeous.

Leo picked Amoxtli up and pressed her to the wall. He held her legs hooked over his elbows, keeping her open for him to nail. Their eyes met. He was hungry for her. He kissed her like a starving man, sloppy, fast and hard. Then he pushed himself inside her.

She gasped into his mouth. She sank down on his pulling away from the kiss. Leo growled, his hips snapping fast inside her. Her nails - claws, sank into his biceps. Fascinated, she watched how his dick pierced her, fucked her into the wall. She didn't register her own moans anymore. His heat filled her, consumed her.

Leo watched her, so vulnerable under him. She could snap him like a twig without blinking and yet she let him do this. That thought shoot straight down to his core. He punched the wall above her as his seed filled her. Her walls squeezed him tight like a vice as she came just a second later.

"Again," he panted out.

This time they managed to get on the bed. He threw her on top of his sheets, face down. In a blink, her scales shrunk, the dress disappearing and forming just a belt around her midsection. It exposed a tattoo covering her entire back. Was he more conscious he'd ask about it. He will, most likely. Later.

Amoxtli raised on her knees and he grabbed her hips, slamming the air out of her as he entered her again.

It all turned blurr after that. When he came to he saw himself shooting the last weak strands of his seed into her mouth.

Leo collapsed. He was so thirsty. This time for water. His body was sore but god he felt so damn happy. Amoxtli nuzzled the side of his face. He noticed purple bruises in the shape of his hands on her arms and hips and legs. He noticed a thin trail of blood in the corner of her mouth and he could feel a sting in his shoulders and arms. They made so much mess.

A laughter bubbled inside him, their eyes met and the giggles erupted between them. They kissed, sweetly, lovingly.

"Amoxtli?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to be more than friends?" He asked while the happy hormones that Donnie would know the name of were still there. While he still had the courage.

"Like dating?"

"Yes."

"I'd like that."

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #leonardo x oc #tmnt leonardo #bayverse leonardo #bayverse turtles

[killuaisaprincess]

THREE YEARS OF WRITING 🧁 (or close enough!)

Lemme start by saying I am tired. One hater takes enough out of me, I have ADD hypersensitivity, so yeah, still kinda recovering!

I wanted to make this something super happy! And actually on time, but literally, one day later, today some asshole wants to show up in my tumblr inbox and complain? And it was about the old me! So I'm doing it early! I’m here to celebrate my growth! Fuck them! Lol 🖕🎉

They were basically, oh, you’re not Q! You’ve fallen off! No, I’m not! Q is dead! And Q was never truly entirely me! I will always be grateful if she hadn’t taken the first step, I wouldn’t be here, but Q got scared even writing the simple niche of Gon carrying Ki more than once! I still remember that authors note Q wrote apologizing! I wanna laugh at her! Like she owed anyone anything! It was like her fourth fic, I think.

I get her, part of her still lies in me! Like I’m sorry to that person you’re so insecure and pathetic that someone changing and growing into a confident person who writes what she totally likes full on indulgence! Bothers you! She was always in there okie! She was just scared! 

Creating Qutie was the first step. And I’m proud of her and how far she’s come! I don’t care anymore if everyone hates me! I know most probs do! I am confident and happy about my presence here! And love that I can speak up without fearing anymore! Realizing I don’t fit! Or belong with the fandom was the best thing that ever happened to me! I don’t forgive the og hater/stalker and made me poof Q, but I am actually thankful to them. 

My third year anniversary of writing is coming up on Sept, 4! 

And I probs would’ve made a speech about how happy I am and how far I’ve come then too! So consider this that! Except it probs would’ve been 50 tags cuz that’s my style lol 😚

No matter what anyone says I am proud of me!

I love my writing, and I love my fics! It really just is the simple concept of imagining finding an author you like! And then there are tons of works ready for you to read! Even if they're small thingies like mine! I was into GK back in 2012, but I was young and there wasn't any GK really, and plus after CAA I was just depressed there was nothing there for me. So I left! And then 2020 of June I fell back into Gonki!

I watched tons of reactors and got back in, but I couldn't find anything that was my taste fic wise, so I just took a leap of fate, I found maybe one fic of Gon carrying Ki maybe one and billions that I did not like! So I decided to do it for me!

I wanna be with Gonkillu forever! I don't wanna imagine a world where I leave again! But on the chance it ever does happen? Look what I've done for me! I've become that author I would like with tons of fics all ready to read! For me! 90+ will be there if it does happen.

And nothing pleases me more! I do reread my fics as is! But the idea of knowing me of the future should something ever happen has that... it's the best feeling!

And no one will take that from me! When I couldn't find anything I wanted in 2020 I didn't go to writers and go WAHHH WAHH WAHHH DO WHAT I WANT I took action. So no loser anon is gonna stop me. If you liked the old me become her, but I like the new current me more! Who goes full in no fear!

I do wish there was a GK world and I will say stuff like that! Cuz I do wish there was! But I've never gone to a writer and been like dooo this for meee, like!

I put my money where my mouth is and am creating the GK world I want for myself!

Thank you, me! For the three years of writing! Here's to many more!

I’m on a little teeny tiny island by myself! I need a cute flag 🥺 IT HAS TO BE PINK OMG WITH GON CARRYING KI AND KI WEARING A CUTE PINK DRESS AND LITTLE BUNNY EARS 🥺 he’s a little bunny 🐰 

#personal #Happy THIRD ANNIVERSARY TO ME! 😚😚😚 #It’s a little early! But! #I didn’t wanna make this an authors note tbh! Even though since I blocked the anon they probs can’t see this but! #I am just using my new psued from now on ao3 to get my point across lol anytime someone wants to be rude/leave hate #Besides the death of Q and rebirth of Qutie actually started here! #It feels right to honor how proud I am of her here! #I'm sorry to the few nice anons out there but tbh on both here and ao3 I've decided I'm no longer having them on ever again I was #Yesterday considering maybe after Dec but #Nah

[justreadertings]

Till Death Do Us Part Chapter 1

I am absolutely thrilled to share this first chapter with you all! I have a feeling this is going to be a verryyy long ride, so thank you to anyone who is going on it with me! I absolutely adore this chapter, and I’m so excited to hear what you all think! If you want to be tagged, just lemme know and you can join our secret society where I give you forehead kisses and chocolates :)) without further ado, here is chapter 1-- Magee 

masterlist

tw: brief violence, anxiety Till Death Do Us Part- Chapter 1

Sixteen years ago, when the Galathynius family joined with the Whitethorns to reunite Terrasen and Dornelle into one country, 239 articles were set in place. The new constitution reunited the country in order to stop the tyrant empire of Adarlan, and restore order to a fifty year long civil war. The last article, Article 240, was set to be enacted on the day of Princess Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Heir to the Unified Throne of Terrasen’s 18th birthday. On that day, the Galathynius family assured their now united country, all peace would be restored. 

-

“Are you asleep?” 

The princess squinted in the dark. She hid her smile in the sleeves of her nightgown. “Are you asleep?”

“Obviously not.”

Aelin pursed her lips and turned around carefully, as to not break their ill put together fort. She peered into the darkness. After a moment, the figure beside her turned too, and she was face to face with those green eyes. 

“I can’t fall asleep,” Rowan told her, whispering. 

Aelin cuddled her stuffed dog, fleetfoot, close to her. “Why are you whispering?”

“So we don’t wake anyone up.”

She laughed at that. Rowan was always so worried, so anxious. No wonder he couldn’t sleep. She didn’t know how they were gonna wake anyone up in the Great Hall. At least she hoped none of the guards lining the soaring windows were sleeping… her parents would have their heads. Well. Figuratively. They weren’t that mean.

“It was your idea to sleep out here,” Aelin argued.

Rowan frowned, pushing his hands through his shoulder length silver hair. She’d asked, earlier into their sleepover if she could braid it. She had been very convincing, telling him it’d be the same as when he had to tie his hair back for court. He’d only batted her hand away. She had threatened him with her father’s greatsword if he hurt her feelings again. It was all in good fun.

“I didn’t know it’d be so… quiet.”

“I thought you liked the quiet.” 

“I do,” he told her, even though she already knew it. “It’s just… this quiet is not a peaceful kind.”

Aelin would be much cozier in her bed right now if they’d gone with her plan, so she was feeling a little more prone to brattiness. “And what kind of quiet is this, pray tell?” She did her best Maeve impression.

Rowan didn’t answer for a moment, and she assumed he was just mad at her attitude. Huffing, she made to roll over again, until his voice rang out in the hall, causing goosebumps on her arms. “The bad kind.”

That ‘bad’ quietness settled over them. In the ten years of their friendship, she’d always been the dramatic one. Aelin did not like the change of pace.

“How ominous of you.”

That frown of his pulled on his face, and Aelin reached over to boop his nose. His answering scowl made her laugh. 

“Grumpy grumpy,” she sang. He only frowned at her some more. “How about this,” she said, rolling onto her back to stare up at the satin sheets draping off of Councilroom thrones. “Teach me more of the Old Language.”

Rowan, the party pooper, only sighed. “Why?”

Aelin flashed him a wicked grin. “Because it’ll help me fall asleep faster.”

They stared at each other in the darkness. Rowan watched her for a few moments, then settled down into the many, many blankets Aelin had dragged out. “Fine. If only to fill the silence.”

Only moments later, gunshots rang out into the hall. Silent no more.

Six Years Later…

Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, future Queen of Terrasen, Princess of the Unified Lands of Terrasen and Dornelle, the girl with fire in her heart, blessed by the gods themselves- was coming home today. 

Home. A foreign thought. Her home had been somewhere tucked in the Staghorns for nearly seven years. Not even her wards knew the exact location. But no more. Today, her titles and lands would return to her, and her word would once again be law.

Your Princess is returning, Terrasen, she thought to herself. Hopefully this time, you’ll know what's good for you and try to dispose of me after I save your asses. Elide would tell her to quit with her pessimistic attitude. Aelin would remind her that she hadn’t abandoned her country yet- nor would she ever, no matter the hell it put her through, so a bit of cynicism was allowed. 

The coach, bland and unassuming, rattled over gravel. Her cousin in question placed a hand on Aelin’s knee, pulling her from her thoughts. Her mind was always a crowded place, but in the days leading up to her return, there was hardly any room for more overthinking.

“Yes?”

A soft smile from her nursemaid who sat across from them. “Welcome home.”

Her heart skidded to a stop. The palace of Orynth. Her birthplace. Her throne. Home at last. With the screaming outside the silver walls, it seemed more so than ever. But Aelin knew it wasn’t her people that would make her feel so welcomed. It was not the old bricks of the palace, even if the sight of them made her heart clench in her chest. It was not the discrete back roads to the palace, keeping her hidden as she always would be.

No, Aelin would feel home when and only when those Ashryver eyes of hers met the green ones she had dreamed of since the day she’d been taken from them.

Yes. Aelin would certainly be home when she found Rowan.

-

She had asked to see his face thousands of times. Just a photograph, just a newspaper. Anything that would let her know how he’s grown. What he looks like now. So she could prepare herself, of course, but also so she didn’t miss him so thoroughly.

Gods, how she’d missed him. 

He was never allowed to visit. He’d draw too much attention, and “we couldn’t have my location revealed, now could we?” 

Her safety was of utmost importance- that she knew more than anything. Had learned that lesson time and time again. But nevertheless, she ached everyday for six years waiting to see his face. And now that she was within the walls of their home? Her whole body was buzzing. Celenea Sardothian no more.

The foreign taste of the word princess on her tongue made her feel so much… too much. It was not the first time she’d debated who was stronger, Celeana or Aelin. She shook her head. The thought was silly. 

She was Princess and soon to be Queen Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and though her nervous body was telling her otherwise- she was not afraid. Her fingers brushed over the scars adorning her wrist just thinking the words.

The coach rounded to the old wooden stoop in the back of the castle, used mostly for maids and cooks. Elide squeezed her knee again as the curtains pulled back and a few dignitaries of her parents stepped out. Still, no silver hair. Her fingers broke the fabric on the seat, her long nails digging. 

“Remember,” Marion- Aelin’s caregiver, her mother’s closest friend, and Elide’s mother- had told her when they’d set route for Terrasen earlier in the week, “this is a first impression. You must keep that wild heart tame.”

Aelin had waved a hand. “I will be prim and proper for my country. Maybe I’ll even give them a reason to keep me alive this time.” Elide had whacked her for the comment. Aelin had only felt a twinge of guilt. It was her trauma after all, and she should be allowed to joke about it.

Either way, Aelin didn’t know if she could make good on that promise when she saw him. She’d been missing her best friend for six years. How was she supposed to keep herself calm when she saw- 

Oh Gods. She only saw a flash of silver, but it was undoubtedly him. She might throw up all over Celeana’s drab beige dress. What if he was different? She knew she was different. Flashes of fire and blood sparked behind her eyes. She had to shut them to focus. Rowan, she thought. Her nerves settled, her body returning, just a bit to her. Rowan. She was ready to be Aelin again. Because Aelin was Rowan’s. She would always have a place here. Her heart thumped wildly.

“Ready, dear?”

He was out there. Really. She’d seen him. Aelin rose her eyes to the heavens, asking Mala Firebringer, her shoulder God to aid her in this moment and keep her from doing something foolish.

“Ready,” she squeaked out. 

The door opened, and the row of men in suits, the row of guards with the Unified Crest of Terrasen, Elide and Marion at her back- they all disappeared. And Aelin immediately broke her promise and sprinted from the coach.

Rowan was bigger, taller, and much, much stronger than he was at fourteen. And when he caught her… it was home. She could smell his pine and snow scent as his strong arms banded around her back to hold her. Tears came embarrassingly quick.

He whispered something to her, but it was lost in the mass of her hair. His voice was so deep. So much time had passed and yet…

It was still her Rowan. She hadn’t made him up, hadn’t only dreamt of a world where someone understood her pain and her person- but had remembered it. And she might’ve just let herself stand there and learn all the new planes of him if he hadn’t pulled back.

Reality snapped into place then, even in the fog of him. She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, Daughter of the Unitors, the Fallen Rhoe and Evalin. She was the future queen of her great nation.

And she was her country's greatest target. Starting with the men lined up behind their prince, trying to hide their disapproving sneers. They’d wanted her to be the proper princess since the day she was born under the United Banner. They’d always said that their country was given a second chance when Orynth and Dornelle merged to become Terrasen again, and that her impropriety was wasting it. Aelin had learned very young when to stand her ground, and Rowan had always been a proud presence beside her. So when they looked her up and down and scoffed, she stared right back, even as Rowan’s eyes branded into her skin.

Aelin’s back straightened, a portrait of her proud mother. Even as her favorite dagger, the one with the carved flower hilt, pressed uncomfortably under her corset. She forced herself to focus. She would do this, she thought. She would jump into the lion's den and save Terrasen, even after all these years. After all it did to her. Instead of her place in the mountains, she would be here, at the meetings, she would speak with her court. She could do this. Her gaze went to meet Rowan’s for assurance, but his back had turned. 

Panic clutched her at his missing face. From the wooden stoop, the hand that had just held hers was latched onto a delicate one, attached to an even prettier woman. Rowan’s smile was a knife to her heart, as painful as any bullet. And though she already had a hunch, his excitement could only mean one thing…

“Aelin… I want you to meet Lyria.”

I hope that didn’t ruin anyone’s night (lies) 

Taglist: @leiawritesstories​ @tomtenadia​ @fireheart-violet​ @backtobl4ck​ @morganofthewildfire​ @rowaelinismyotp​ @aelinchocolatelover​ @thegreyj​ 

#TDDUP #rowaelin fanfiction #throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass #rowaelin #sjm

[thatonesongyouretryingtoremember]

✨️intro post✨️

I edit this over time so please check it kinda often for updates esp the last part with some posts I really like/ that I used real life braincells on, and the beginning for if I add more sideblogs. If you have LITERALLY ANY other questions not answered here, shoot me an ask in my inbox and I will probably answer. If I think it's in good faith but poor taste I'll just say that, so if you're being nice I won't be mad or at least I'll like the attention :3

I'm thatonesongyouretryingtoremember. Song for short and OneSong for long. Or Remy??? I use all pronouns or it/it's. My other blogs are @aroasexualboypussy which is a regular sideblog where I keep fandom rbs besides my own fandoms and spam rbs and @jupiter-jayfield-official which is a Mikhailgate blog/El appreciation blog kinda.I also made a blog called @twasagraveyardsmash and that's my "music blog" aka rambling, keysmashing, and reblogging about music I like, someone likes, or my other music- related posts. I have another ST rp blog as Max- @madmaxmayfield71 , and at some point I started a blog called @byler-freeze-book with the intention of it being a byler tag positivity blog but it kinda flopped. You can still send asks there tho <2 @angelbymadonna is my art blog. I also have a Miraculous roleplay blog as Zoe's superhero form, Vesperia @the-real-bee-holder-vesperia

Tumblr-spouse to @exhausted-enby-vibes <2, coparent of Mikhail Max

My blog used to have this glitch where it was hidden, but I didn't do anything to cause that, so if you see smthng lemme know. I also am still confused by tags on here, so lemme know if I tag something wrong. I also reblog most of the art I see, but I don't always know who's in it, so if I end up reblogging a problematic fanart on accident (which I haven't done yet) lemme know as well.

Hashtags I use

#song spouts bullshit, shitposts/non-ST posts

#song says a smart thing, new tag I'm gonna put on longer posts

#songs textpost bullshit, or #song's textpost bullshit, original textpost memes and meme formats

#artist song, my original art [find it on my art blog as well, linked above] [includes ficlets and visual art, the latter with image description]

#song's st rewatch, details and commentary while I watch the show!

#angela is jane, #angela ives, a theory I elaborate on further down in this post

Blog type/ content (I say content, what I mean is it's what my blog contains. It's for me, not you.)

I'll talk about my ST stuff first since that's what I'm primarily posting rn. I'm a fandom blog and will be for the foreseeable future. As far as ST, I have alot of ship content, but in my other fandoms I don't care as much about shipping. You can ask me about fandoms/media I like maybe :)

I ship elmax, byler, Lumax, hopclair, elumax, jargyle, jancy, Boyce, jopper, boycer, duzie, and a few other things. I also reblog some ronance, steddie, byclair etc content as well. My favorite ST character is Kali. Occasionally you'll see my blog possessed by the soul of a Kali disciple or elmax fangirl. I also some fandom posts besides my own if I'm reblogging art from my mutuals' reblogs ofc.

I post a bunch of shitposts about Stranger Things, and longposts related to theories or analysis I'm into at the time.

I am still not over Mikhailgate, btw. Even though I personally think Mikhail ships byler, alot of my mikhailgate content is willhail.

I also read KotLC, riordanverse (I've read 1-14 of chb chronicles and most of 15 and obv not Chalice yet, 1-2 Kane Chronicles, 1-3 mcga, and none of the spinoffs so far. Can't wait for the show!), and I watch The Owl House, Dragon Prince, and She-Ra 2018. I'm not as avidly in fandom for these but I like them. If there's something else you think I might like or don't know if I've seen/read, lemme know! At the time I'm writing this update, I'm sorry into Miraculous Ladybug! but I haven't seen the second half of S5 yet.

Stuff I want you to know

I have a detailed post about the history of mikhailgate.

My Spotify has tons of character playlists!

I have a theory about Kali's time at the lab which is actually a thinly disguised rant about her halfway finished arc.The theory is ass and I no longer believe it, but the rant still stands and I still believe she has more to offer.

^^pretty obviously not gonna happen but I like to keep it up :) it's an old theory that I no longer believe but I still think she should be in the next szn!!!

I wrote a thing about the Material Girl shopping sequence aka about El my beloved nobody else understands her <2.

Nancy and Steve are aromantic. (Check the respective tags as well, I have more)

Byler Week 2022

I'm right about El, nobody else. Jk but here's my super smart ST5 prediction! Aka thinly disguised El Hopper fangirl rant😅😅

Once again I'm the only correct person (/nsrs) so here's the official list my take of the party's riordanverse godly parents

Check out this post and this one and this one to start learning about the theory that Angela is the real Jane Ives!

There are tags for it too, #angela is jane, and #angela ives, make sure to check them out because there is always new input! This is related to the theories that El is actually not Terry's daughter, that El *is* Edward Creel's daughter (I'm not the guy to ask about those, shoot me an ask and I'll tell you who tho!) And that multiple timelines exist within what we see of Stranger Things!

#intro post #pin post #hopefully I did this right #song spouts bullshit #artist song

[gothicayomi]

i’m gonna be honest w you, 14 year old you knew what she was doing when she decided this hunk of a priest was gonna be her number one! i’m so proud of her :,) so proud of you!

another thing i wanted to be honest about is i wouldn’t mind listening to you go on for hours over something you’re passionate about, i swear! idk if that’s appropriate to say to someone you’ve just met? (btw nice to meet you! >_<) but i wanted to let you know bc from what i’ve got from your writing so far, it makes sense, you’re sure of what you speak of and it flows, which makes me—the reader / listener—quite interested to know (in due time, as long as you’re comfortable!) what makes you think aloud!

this all might be early to say considering these are our first interactions, i hope my words don’t overwhelm you! altho i’m genuinely glad that curious me looked up kirei’s tag on tumblr, only to come across your blog! the aesthetics and everything are intriguing and the moment i followed you, i felt like i was right at home! ^^

however, that is no expectation / pressure on you whatsoever! you do whatever you wanna do, whenever you wanna do it! if you bring out a kirei fic, then so be it! if you want to freely discuss certain topics, then so be it! but that’s entirely up to you! know that i am here to stay either way and i’m looking forward to what the future will bring!

please, all of your ideas sound amazing and i hope your wishes in the fate community come to pass—and if not, may you enjoy the freedom of your imagination to be able to do whatever when it comes to your fantasies! hehe, i hope that encourages you somehow! ♡

OMGGGG THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!!! I haven’t heard this much words of encouragement in forever, it’s so nice and I appreciate it so much :’) I’m so sorry this reply is late af I’ve been super busy but anyway, I’m glad I have such support.

This is totes gonna be my inspiration for a long while, tysm dear!! Xoxo N I hope u stick around :) actually idk if I followed u back yet but lemme do that LOL

Also here’s a kirei edit I made WHFJWJND I am dedicating this to u!!! he is the pet bastard… stupid, dumb, idiot, piece of crap evil goth loser priest…

#kirei kotomine #asked and answered