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mickyschumacher · 7 months

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Hi!!! I just wanna say that I really love your writings!!! Their so good hehehe!! Can you do one a mick x wolff!reader?? Maybe one where toto sets them up cause he is tired of seeing them make heart eyes at each other and not making a move HHHH. Thank you lovie!!🤍

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: love at times is shy and oblivious. like you and mick. but sometimes all you need is a father and a plan (with some backups!).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+? (suggestive), fluff, poor humour as guaranteed, (loosely) based on the movie 'set it up', no sense of a motorhome ♡︎, mention of christian horner :(, possibly cringe, basically childhood friends to lovers trope, reader is lowkey a menace, confessions are made, toto in line for best dad award?, google translated german :0, a mess in general!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mick schumacher x wolff!fem!reader, joão felix x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: okay so i've been waiting for a good mick plot but nothing was coming to mind but this! this screams mick! thank you so much for your praise. hope i do them justice with this although the plot holes are there!!

𝐏.𝐒: i'm curious on how people envision themselves as wolff, horner, vettle readers, etc. if you're coloured like me, do you pretend to be adopted or from a previous relationship if it isn't specified? 😭 i mean the explanation has to be viable lmao. maybe you just don't imagine?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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There were certain values a Wolff had. Those that were just innate.

A Wolff, more often than not, was a leader, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking, and embedded with dad jokes. Additionally, when a Wolff wanted something, they would do whatever to get it. They didn't leave any leaf unturned, they made the rounds and the effort.

It didn't make sense. You had all of those values. Yet, every time you joined the Mercedes garage, your father, Toto, found himself questioning everything.

Take now for example. He was in the beloved Mercedes garage, sat next to the best reserve driver he had ever chosen, Mick.

Parents tend to be protective of their children before they're even born. And it only amplifies after they're born. From which strangers you meet, the roads you cross, the seatbelt you have to wear to the clothes you wear, the suspiciously high phone bill and your romantic endeavours. A father's protection for his little girl was a tad bit stronger than this, special in it's own way.

Toto would do anything to protect his children, especially his little girls. And if any guy was making moves on you, right in front of him, the 'dad' side of him was just waiting to come out.

But he could only do that if someone actually made a move on you. Sure there were other guys but the one sat right next to him did nothing but shyly follow you with his blue eyes and blush in your presence.

Mick was seriously frustrating Toto and his wife. The both of them had watched the German boy watch you with heart eyes ever since the both of you had first met at the Schumacher's house for dinner. You were young back then but hell, within five minutes everyone knew that Mick was a lovesick puppy.

Years had gone by with your friendship becoming stronger. Those same years involved Mick and you being stuck to each other as if you were hip-to-hip. You attended all his races and he supported you in all your academic achievements. And oblivious to you, somewhere along the road you had also become as lovesick as he was.

Toto didn't really realise how fed up he was. He didn't want to interfere. In fact, he wanted things between the both of you to happen naturally. But he just had happen to watch the entire hour and forty-five minutes of 'Set It Up' over your shoulder instead of doing his work and he just had to do something... hell, anything.

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First things first... Toto couldn't put the both of you in an elevator. At least not yet. You knew each other while the two bosses in 'Set It Up' didn't, so it didn't make much sense. You probably would never even get to the topic of your feelings. Not without a physical icebreaker of sorts.

Toto needed someone and George Russell just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"George, my boy!" Toto chorused, beckoning the British driver towards him. He slung his arm over George's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. "Do you mind doing me a favour?"

George nodded without too much thought. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"If you see Mick and Y/N go towards an elevator, stop them and tell Y/N that a guy asked for her number, uh, who was that footballer... ah yes, João Félix, him... he did ask her yesterday right?" Toto looked over at George.

"Uh, yeah. Before you dragged her away... listen, Toto, I'm not sure I can do what you asking me to. I thought none of us were going to mess with whatever's going on between them?"

"You're young, George. One day you'll realise what 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' means. So..." Toto trailed off, eagerly looking for an answer before spotting the hesitant expression on the British driver's face. "Can I pay you do the favour?"

George blankly looked at his boss. "I'm on your payroll, Toto. You already pay me. That also sounds like extortion and bribery."

Toto's eye twitched as an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. He stared at George heavily before giving in. "Fine. You'll be out before Lewis for this week's quali."

The corner of George's mouth teetered up, working to a small grin. "Extortion and bribery... it sounds cool," He said with a nonchalant shrug.

Toto shook his head to himself. "You can try and be less British, George. Just because your ancestors colonised doesn't mean you need to take the same behaviour," He patted his shoulder before leaving, feeling George's confused expression bore into the back of his head.

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Toto was a great man. But today was one of those days where George really did question him. Part of him was praying that he didn't see you and Mick head to an elevator. The scenario was so specific that well... the probability was low.

There was no way he was going to see it happen. Not even 30 minutes after he had this conversation and he had just grabbed a coffee and was now heading to Alex...

But the peak of that blonde hair and the familiar shine of your signature glasses caught George's eye. Christ.

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the both of you as you waited for the elevator to go up the Mercedes' motorhome.

First in quali. Come on, George. You got this!

"Hey guys," George greeted the both of you.

You and Mick turned to him and smiled. "Hey George. How's it going? Ready for practice?"

George nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks. Uh, I was just wondering about yesterday... João? Since Toto dragged you away before you could do anything but he was just wondering if you would still consider giving him your number."

George pressed his lips, seeing Mick's eyes narrow from his peripheral vision. God how had the both of you not gotten together yet?

"I didn't know João asked you that?" Mick looked at you with questioning eyes.

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat slightly. You weren't sure why Mick's interest was to intriguing to you all of a sudden. You pursed your lips, looking to George. "Oh? I didn't know you knew João like that."

"I... don't. It's... Kika! Kika knows him... you know... Portugal things," He laughed awkwardly, giving a helpless shrug.

"Right..." You nodded slowly. "Uh, I don't know. I mean was considering it, I guess."

"You were?" George and Mick spluttered out in unison.

Your eyes widened at their reaction. "I mean, yeah... kinda?" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

George could see the German driver's head racing a hundred miles per hour. It was time to get out of this mess.

"Okay, well, if you consider it, you could probably DM him on Instagram. Don't ask Kika!" George quickly said. "I mean... you know, she gets very excited to play cupid... anyways, I have to get back to Dudley, but let me know how it goes!"

You and Mick waved goodbye, heading onto the elevator after what felt like forever.

As the doors closed, you looked over at your thought-consumed best friend. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr Schumacher?" You humoured.

Mick briefly smiled before returning to his brooding state. He folded his arms, leaned on the wall of the elevator and stared at you.

Your mouth felt dry and yet you were drowning in your own saliva. There were certain things that weren't healthy for humans: too much sugar, high cholesterol foods, and apparently air-drying your hair. And then there was too much Mick.

The folded arms and his stupid shirt brought your eyes to the muscles you had so desperately been avoiding after Mick had started to work out even more in the past year.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of another topic of discussion.

In your pondering, Mick opened his mouth. "I don't think you should give João your number," He said, bringing his hands to his side, discreetly allowing the fabric of his shorts to soak up his clammy hands.

Your eyes flickered towards his face. You raised brow. "What? Why?" You asked, feeling an uneasy ache gnaw at your chest.

"I..." Mick started, "I mean what if he's a bad guy? You know... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Your heart dropped. You felt like an deflating balloon: all blown up, only to be taken down. You mustered a soft smile. "I mean, you can't protect me forever Mick. What are you going to do? Vet the guy on the day of my wedding," You joked.

Mick frowned at your response. The image of you marrying someone that wasn't him was disheartening.

"I won't need to if you get married to someone you know," He shrugged. "You don't know João. You know me."

Oh?

Oh.

You almost did a double-take on your best friend. Did he know what words were falling from his lips. "So what? He's kinda cute. And a five-star FIFA player. I could take the risk. And eventually, I would know him... since that's how relationships work... communication and all," You defended the footballer.

Mick stared at you for a few seconds before blinking out of his short trance. "Right..." He said sharply, pushing himself off of the wall as the elevator opened. He struck out his arm, holding back the door. "You go on. I just remembered I need to talk to Toto."

You flickered your eyes to Mick, trying to read his face. "That's fine, we can go togeth–"

"No," Mick interjected, "it's... it's okay."

Upon the slight widening of your eyes and the startled expression lingering on your face, Mick's innate action was to internally wince. "I'll join you soon. Don't worry. I bring your favourite pastry on the way back, hmm?"

You nodded silently, taking a step out of the elevator and headed towards the lounge with a troubled feeling nagging at your head.

Had you struck a nerve?

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Toto couldn't tell what he had done wrong. You and Mick were fine this morning. But after he had told George to push things along between the both of you, a sense of distance radiated off of you.

And George still got out before Lewis for the first quali. Goddamn it.

When Toto raised an eyebrow at you after Mick had slightly brushed you off to talk to Bono, you simply shrugged helplessly.

That night Toto did not get a wink of sleep. Instead, he stared at this hotel ceiling with a twitching eye.

There was nothing he couldn't fix. Whatever was going on between you and Mick right now was just a small bump in the road.

The solution?

A baseball game.

Unfortunately for Toto, baseball wasn't that popular in Brazil. But that didn't mean they didn't do them.

The plan was going perfectly. Toto had offered a 'family day' and gotten you and Mick to join him and Susie to attend a local baseball match between some of university teams. Toto made sure you and Mick were sitting behind him so you had all the privacy you needed. As a dad, he shouldn't be that happy about kiss-cam, let alone bribing the camera operators with the help of Pierre and Kika. But he wanted peace and he was going to get it.

But nothing was easy in life. And Toto could not have predicted this in a million years.

As everyone waited for the game to start, Toto timidly turned his head. He caught the brown eyes of the five-star FIFA player. Giving him a hesitant smile, he averted his own eyes back to the field, cursing himself under his breath. "Scheiße," He muttered through his clenched teeth. Shit.

The tension in the air was thick, to say the least. You sat between João and Mick with blank expression.

João, who was in town for the F1 race, decided to stay back to support a friend in the match. Obviously.

When the footballer on your right extended his hand to Mick, you sucked in a sharp breath. You heavily eyed the firmest handshake you had seen in your life. Letting out a nervous laugh, you sat down before the gesture turned into hardcore glaring.

Still, there was the hope of this kiss-cam.

Toto waited with little patience, hearing João crack jokes in Portuguese that actually made you laugh while Mick took deeper breaths.

It felt like life itself had been poured into Toto once the kiss-cam started on the public. This mattered to him more than whoever was going to win this match.

Toto's face dropped as the camera fell on you.

Your mother pointed at the camera with a gleeful exclamation. Your eyes moved to the screen, widening when you saw yourself and the man next to you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Toto exasperated quietly.

You turned your head to the right, meeting the equally shocked brown eyes.

"In what way does he look like 'a blonde boy with the face of the greatest racer in F1 history'?" Toto said into his hands, shaking his head slowly.

Mick looked blankly at you and João on the screen before turning to you. He watched you shake your head softly, smiling awkwardly at the camera as the crowd urged you to kiss.

"Oh mein Gott," You murmured to yourself, eyes darting around in panic. Oh my God.

Suddenly, you felt Mick lean in, his fingers sliding under your chin and resting on your cheek. He turned your head slightly towards him.

Your eyes widened upon meeting his baby blues, feeling unnerving giddiness swarm you. You hoped your face screamed, "What are you doing?!"

All Mick did give a small smile, bringing his lips towards you.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, bracing yourself whatever was about to happen. All you could hope for was that this was all a dream of some sort. Maybe you fell asleep in the car?

You skin flushed at the feel of Mick's soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling him linger for a second longer before pulling back.

What on earth?

You weren't sure if you were breathing as you felt his hand move to your leg, covering your hand and giving it a small squeeze. You moved your eyes to the screen. Mick looked unbothered while the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. You, on the other hand, looked flushed.

And Toto?

The urge to run around with his hands flailing in the air was strong.

This was a home run, for crying out loud!

Whoever said jealousy was a disease... thank you!

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"Liebling, du solltest jetzt rauskommen," Your mother said to you through the bathroom stall you had been hiding in for the past five minutes. Darling, you should come out now.

You winced as you banged your head against the wall of the stall. You sighed. "I don't think I can. Do you think you can convince the staff the bring a bed? Maybe some food?"

Your mother snorted. "What are you going to do? Live here?"

"Ja. War das nicht offensichtlich?" You retorted, eyes screwing themselves shut after replaying the kiss in your head for the umpteenth time. Yes. Was that not obvious?

Susie sighed, awkwardly smiling at a woman leaving the bathroom. "Y/N... it's Mick. You can't ignore him forever. How long do you think it will truly take for Mick and your father to storm in here after not seeing you for so long?"

You sighed at your mother's response. She was. As always.

The last thing you needed was a headline on ESPN: Toto Wolff and Mick Schumacher caught barging into a women's bathroom.

Christian would have a field day!

You shuddered at the thought.

Susie's ears perked up at your grumble as you fumbled with the lock of the stall. She sported an amused smile at the blank look you gave her.

Slinging an arm around you, she rubbed your shoulder. "Come on, liebling. You got this."

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"Oh thank God!" Toto exclaimed after seeing you and your mother come out of the bathroom. "You took forever!"

You narrowed your eyes at your father, avoiding the lingering eyes of a certain German boy. "Maybe next time you shouldn't feed me a hotdog at a baseball game, right?" You pressed with a raised brow.

"Hmm?" Toto mended his brows before nodding profusely. "Right! Right! Yes... that was my bad. Poor thing... you know, Mick, with Y/N being sick and all, I think you should drop her to the hotel. Me and Susie still have a date to go on!"

You and your mother looked at Toto increduolously.

"We do?"

"You do?"

Toto nodded, grabbing your mother's hand. "Yes! Okay, see you two! Tschüss!" Bye!

With a jaw-dropping expression, you watched your parents leave with a twitching eye.

You heard Mick clear his throat.

Slowly, you turned around with a small smile. Fiddling with your fingers, "So..."

Mick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small tinge of pink dancing across his cheeks. "The hotel?" He asked, swinging his keys around the his index finger.

Silently, you both walked out of the stadium and towards the car park.

You furrowed your brows upon seeing the orange and pink laden sky. "What the heck? How is the sun already setting?"

"I mean... you were in there for a long time," Mick shrugged.

The crisp summer evening breeze glided past your flushed skin. Your body winced at the paining silence ensuing between the both of you. You let out a small exhale. "Uh, with the thing before–"

"Yeah?" Mick eagerly turned his body towards you, on edge.

You cleared your throat at the anxious expression Mick sported. "You sighed. "Uh, that was to like... save me, right? Aus Verlegenheit? Danke für das." From embarrassment? Thank you for that.

Mick mended his eyebrows. "Verlegenheit? No. I... that was so you didn't kiss João."

You laughed nervously. "Right! So I didn't have to kiss João."

"No. So you didn't kiss João. There's a difference," Mick pointed out, eyeing your expression carefully.

Your eyes widened at his suddenly soft gaze. You looked up at the sky, hoping the breeze would cool the wave of warmth swirling around you. "That's... that's what I said," You shrugged.

Mick stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead of the sky. "Why do you do that?" Mick asked.

"Do what?" You responded.

"I mean... I–just why do you have such a hard time admitting that I like you?"

You wish you had something to say. Anything. But it was as if the ability to speak had been seized from your throat entirely.

"I mean I know I don't make it obvious. I just thought we had some sort of understanding... you know... the one without words?"

You looked up into his hopeful eyes. Entranced, you leaned in towards him. Your fingers danced across his cheek just the way he had done not so long ago. You watched his eyes close at the feel of your touch, making your heart thud against your chest.

Inching closer, your thumb gently swiped over his lips, feeling his faltering exhale warm the pad of your thumb. "So pretty," You whispered to yourself, eyeing his face.

Mick wasn't sure whether you were talking about him or his lips but he didn't care.

You shuddered, feeling Mick's hand slide around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Without waiting a second longer, you pressed your lips to his.

Mick's lips were softer than you had imagined, warm to the touch. Your stomach churned upon feeling his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, rubbing tingling circles on your hot skin.

You hear an unrecognisable breathy gasp fall from your lips. The hair on your body stood straight as goosebumps littered your skin. All because of Mick.

Mick took advantage of the moment, darting his tongue to explore your mouth. He groaned against your lips, pushing your hips even closer to him, feeling the hard outline of his bulge rub against your pelvis.

Fuck.

You were going to combust at this rate.

Mick trembled in your grasp as your hands wandered his taut torso, lingering closely to his v-line.

He pulled away with an indescribable urgency, staring at you with small pants falling from his lips. He held your face with his hand, thumb gliding across your swollen lips. "We can't–" He sighed out, voice hoarse, "No more. Please."

Your thighs clenched at his plea, eyes falling down to his prominent bulge. You were sure he was in a lot of pain right now. The sexual tension between you to had been pent up for years now.

Your tongue darted out, swiping over his thumb briefly before faintly sucking on it. You looked up at Mick. "You're right, we shouldn't," You nonchalantly told him.

Mick's blue eyes danced with a tortured pain, following your tongue carefully. "We... fuck, Y/N," He complained, feeling impossibly tight in his pants.

"We fuck? Direct much?" You teased, removing your lips from his thumb.

Mick stared at you, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I was saying... we should do this properly. Not in some parking lot."

"Why not? Car sex is hot. Just imagine!" You urged, amused by the conflict in Mick's eyes.

Imagine he did.

You and him in his God forbidden Mercedes... him making sure every inch of his car was stained with you...

Mick sucked in a sharp breath. "Nope. Come on. Hotel."

You gasped humorously. "In a hotel? Mick Schumacher! Well I never!"

Before you knew it, Mick had whisked you into his arms and into his car, hoping he was not breaking Brazil's speed limits tonight.

#mickyschumacher #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher #formula 1

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hotchs-big-hands · 2 months

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Very late to starting so imma just have to skip to day three of marchhotchness by @hotchfiles which is a question!

What's your favourite Hotch outfit? Any reason for it?

Oh god okay I struggled deciding on just 6 looks. I also have no perception of what ep they come from so sorry abt that 💔 but anyway here we go LMAO

First look we have this really nice blueish/grey button down. It's smart casual, his pants are low on his hips and honestly he fills out the shirt real good 🤤 like goddAMN

Second, we have the classic brown quarter zip. I absolutely fucking LOVE this look. I have my own brown quarter zip that I pretend is his lmaooooo. It's just a cosy look and I love it 💖

Next we got the full on suit and tie :3 my favourite is when he wears a dark tie cuz he really suits dark colours imo!! Delicious, neat, I'm at his command 🫣

Him with the suit but no jacket is so hot like are you KIDDING ME. And in later seasons?? He has such a sexy dadbod which is a bit more obvious in these shirts so it's an instant favourite for me.

And now we have the orange sweater!!! It's such an adorable look, and one of my favourite scenes from the whole show too!! He's a littol pumpkin man 🥰🥰

And finally, we have another shirt without a tie and jacket. Hoo...... Legit one of the sexiest looks for me, smart casual, dark colour scheme, fits him in the right places UGH

In conclusion: idc what he wears cuz he's gonna look fucking good in it no matter what 🤤🤤🤤 I'm shamelessly a slvt for this man

#marchhotchness #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson

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imwritingforfun · 12 days

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09 two unknown streamers- Late night streaming

Gojo satoru x gn reader enemies to lovers

Since you and blueeyedemon were going to stream tonight you were just setting up your stuff and getting ready but that didn't stop you from thinking about gojo although you shouldn't have

It was a one time thing so he took you out for milkshakes big deal he probably takes everyone there as a date although it wasn't a date it was far from it, it wasn't even a friend hang out he was just bored and you were just bored

You bite your lips in annoyance and shake your head from left to right trying to forget about what happened he even told you he had a pretend date with someone it didn't bother you in anyway but you hope that you guys can have a conversation like the one you had today no fighting no arguing just a normal conversation

You finished setting up your stuff and sat down putting your headphones on and quickly muting yourself and turning off the camera as you greeted all your followers blueeyedemon sooo joined and you guys started playing dead by daylight

Midnightslut donated: 20$

Midnightslut said: Wait is midnight and blueeyedemon streaming again?!

Jessica: I was having a bad day but then i saw this notification and my day became better

Oliver: I dropped everything when I saw they were streaming again

Julia: I literally screamed at my sister to get out of my room so I can see this in peace lmao 💀

Bryant: wtf turn your mics on

Two unknown streamers

Back masterlist next

Taglist open: @sonicsolos @chilichopsticks @owotalks @kaibloom79 @sabrinexx @xhxzgn @colours-of-heaven @asta80fishbowl @oinixd @tojisworm-5 @taelattecookie @butterbiscuit444 @lavender-hvze

synopsis- gojo and you both met while streaming together for the first time not knowing you guys really dislike each other so what will happen when you do a face reveal once you reach the number of followers you wanted to get to and everyone sees who gojo was talking to the whole time

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baskeigh-ball · 4 months

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Ignoring the fact that ibis had the ai paint feature a couple years before this whole ai fiasco, after seeing your post, I decided to try it out to see if it really held up. I already knew what you said made no sense, as even stuff like ai painting requires heavy human input that isn't just someone typing a prompt in a thing and looking through thousands of images and somehow still calling it 'art'. Really, it's just some weird advanced bucket.

The ibis ai paint... really sucks. I'm pretty sure it hasn't even been touched since it was added. No matter what I did, I got random colours and whatever colours I had put there looked like it were from a filter, not to mention how my lineart bled everywhere like it was blurred out.

Ibis isn't problematic for adding that feature as not only was it added ages ago, but it was also just a gimmick only added because a few more popular paid programs added them, like Clip Studio Paint. I highly doubt even the company took it seriously considering how poorly built it is. This is actually the one time I'm glad some feature in an app sucks so much.

Another reason why ibis isn't problematic by the mere feature alone is that, when you look at the artists making content during the time of that update, it was received with humour. It was something fun to try, but ultimately dismissed for actual artwork, as nobody would use it to fully paint their works. Nowadays we see something slapped with the words 'ai' and think that it's instantly bad due to the latest issues with it and big corperations/ certain production companies but it isn't. It's just a lot of people abusing what was previously some fun gimmick, which it can still be, and for certain apps, still is. Nobody throws pitchforks at character ai, after all.

You can tell just by the size of this that I'm procrastinating on something. Ima go and let this rot away in your askbox now lol

You really thought this would fade away in my ask box, mwahahaha /j

I wanna start off by saying thank you for holding me accountable, I will admit that I got buzzworded pretty hard in this situation lmao

This information came as a surprise to me-- I was seeing posts pop up within the past week complaining about the ai feature on ibis, so I assumed it was recent. As it turns out, after reading your ask, I discovered that I got a few wires crossed! Because yes, the auto paint feature I referred to in my post has been around for years now, and was never taken seriously anyways

So that was my bad (and yea ur right it's completely unusable, lmao)

But as it turns out, the feature that people have been complaining about DID come out recently. It was called the AI Example feature, I think the idea was that you make a simple drawing and the AI adds 99% of the detail and color, which I've seen a bunch of other programs do.

...and then it was immediately removed due to some pretty major backlash, which, duh

^ This is the only evidence I can find of the 11.2.0 update that included the AI feature on the actual site; their update history stops at 11.1.0. But there's also the news page about the removal of the update, so it's not like they're trying to pretend it never happened.

So tl;dr, I jumped on the hate train a little too quickly and never did enough research to figure out what the actual update was, and that it's been removed by now anyway (which I couldn't have known until today, ofc, but i did kinda post that thing about ibis today so it's still a pretty major oopsie)

I think I can say with confidence now that I agree, ibis paint isn't problematic to use-- they made a mistake with this update, but they actually listened to their users and removed it LITERALLY the next day. So, thanks for letting me know! I'll also edit my last post to prevent any misinformation, just in case people make the same mistake I did :]

#its a big relief that i dont have to learn how to use an entirely new art program anyway #so this ask came as a pleasant surprise #asks open #ibispaintx #now i just gotta hope i didnt get anything else wrong about the update

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absoluteabsolem · 1 year

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okay guys i'm having a brainrot on my way to work about goncharov bc of all your sexy meta posts but i haven't seen a single one talking about the flowers in this film so indulge me

so i'm a florist right ? my n°1 passion when i watch a movie or a show is to trashtalk the flowers bc 99,9% of the time they look like shit. like. i made better arrangements during my first year of training. it makes me sad. yes goncharov is a brilliant film in itself but it gets a whole star just for the fucking flowers (i can't find the florist in the end credits if anyone knows pls tell me ??)

like we're talking thierry boutemy in marie-antoinette (2006) levels of artistry. all the arrangements are so BEAUTIFUL and i'm gonna talk about them. it will ofc mostly be about katya lmao bc men yet have to express themselves through delicate floral jewellery (i wish they did though. i am waiting). katya doesn't have that many lines for a main character but her presence and the colours speak for themselves. sorry i'm on mobile i don't have any pictures

alright so of course you have the wedding. everything is so fucking opulent it's a cascade of wealth you have almost no foliage at all except eucalyptus and that shit is expensive. there are more peonies than you could ever count and the roses are soooo beautiful (i think most of them are juliet peach roses but i can't be 100% sure) like. i could smell it from my couch it was as if i was there aaaa the fucking wax flowers and scabiosas i love scabiosas so much !! and the perfect balance between flowers of different sizes !!! it was wonderful i mean you've seen them

but what i love about these arrangements is that they're all in white and yellow. it's an unusual combo for a wedding even if white is a classic wedding colour in western cultures and yellow isn't so weird at the heart of summer. yellow is however also the colour of jealousy and betrayal and idk if you ever noticed but andrey's boutonniere is the ONLY ONE that is just yellow. you don't have the white carnation (associated with love. screaming) on it like everybody else. also note that katya's bouquet is only white which is all about purity elegance etc. i do think however that the colours of andrey and katya's flowers on that day are more about the way goncharov feels about them at that point in the story, rather than their own feelings.

we also see katya wear several decorated combs in her hair throughout the film (idk enough about hair stylism to comment of the haircuts themselves so i'll stick to the flowers). the first we see are pretty simple and not rly noticeable, white and pastel pink, typical discreet but feminine stuff. p much like the rest of her wardrobe up until the boat scene where things get interesting.

this is where katya meets sofia who is wearing that rly fucking gorgeous burgundy (ambition, power and wealth) dress and look i know monica bellucci can wear anything and be beautiful but fucking hell. i mean i'm gay but i briefly questioned myself for a second there. anyway. the boat shenanigans happen and once katya goes back home and pretends she didn't almost get fucking killed, the flowers in her hair are burgundy. i mean i know we have the fruit market a bit later but the comb is what sold me on that ship. i see you katya

when she almost shoots goncharov (if we were rly in love you wouldn't have missed AAAAAAA i'm normal) she has a super pretty mix of blue hydrangea/eucalyptus in her hair. blue is the colour of control and tranquility and i thought it was very sexy of her. she still has them when sofia leaves her and i love how you can see the tears about to fall down her cheeks but she doesn't allow it. things got out of hand but she's not willing to lose control of herself in front of sofia and i think ultimately it's what fucked things up between them but i try not to think about it too hard

what DOES however keep me awake at night is that martin scorsese rly thought it was okay to have red bouquets everywhere made in the exact style of goncharov and katya's wedding in goncharov's home when andrey shows up to kill him. i mean the subtext isn't even subtext at this point it's like saying point break isn't gay but the flowers are the fucking cherry on top. andrey shoots him and he doesn't miss because he loves him and in case you're too dense to understand that here is a decadent display of red and burgundy. it is the colour of love it is the colour of violence and in their case one simply does not go without the other and i am so fucking normal about this

#goncharov 1973 #goncharov #sorry this was long but UGH. i never get to talk about flowers to anybody

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the-doomed-witch · 1 year

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✦ The Sky Is Where I Fell (For You)

Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader | Flight Attendants AU

Summary: When you and a former fellow trainee attend a flight together, but a really attractive blonde wishes to dally with you, feelings unravel. (Read Warnings)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS + MEN DNI. smut, angst, jealousy, a bit of toxicity, brief Carol Danvers x Reader, Carol is a bit of an asshole here i’m sorry, top!reader & bottom!wanda, oral (wanda receiving), fingering (wanda receiving), semi-public, sex on an airplane lmao, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, use of pet names, cunt slapping (wanda receiving), multiple orgasms, orgasm control

Author’s Note: those are a lot of warnings compared to any of my works 😭 you can guess that it’s just smut because i really would love to fuck flight attendant!wanda she’s such a little baby🥺 please don’t judge this harshly it’s my first time writing a lot of smut in one fic (as if it’s a lot) besides, i’m sorry for whatever character carol has you’ll kinda have to bear that i love carol danvers 😩 to the two dots anon, i hope you like this <3

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The plane reached the runway, and it was time for you and Wanda to take your seats at the cabin crew seats. She sits down next to you and you give her a smile. You were familiar with her back from your training days, but nothing more.

It was common for you though, to attend a flight with a person you barely knew, so you were quite thankful for knowing her name rather than asking her last minute.

You fasten your seatbelts and breathe deeply before the airplane starts the take-off on the runway. The flight was supposed to be 9 hours long, and you felt like you were already exhausted. It meant multiple rounds around the cabin and constant checking around here and there. There were some more crew members resting in the crew rest apartment above you, who would cover the latter shift, so it was a relief.

The plane started running, then almost glided on the land, and no sooner than that, you departed from the grounds of the city you may never even come back to. The moment the land was not in touch with the wheels of the plane, you felt a wave gulfing you. Past went the tall buildings, and past went the cotton-like clouds.

Upon reaching the peak of the horizon, you take a deep breath. A substantial part of your work gets cut off the moment a take-off is successful. It means you can breathe for a few minutes, despite the change in altitude.

“Y/N, if I’m not wrong?” Wanda asks you, still smiling at you. You nod in reply, not really sure what else could have been said. “I think we know each other? Remember the Carter Airline Academy? A brunette girl, kinda shy, oh and I have a twin brother as well?” Her hair was gorgeously reddish ginger now. Maybe that’s why she preferred to indicate her former hair colour.

“Oh yes, Wanda! I remember you, we never interacted much but I know you.” You pretend to have just recognised her. But she looks so happy about it, it’s the least one could do for her. Her contented smile is so precious and contagious, that you cannot help but beam right back at her. “Well, now is the time if you wanna “interact much” you know. I don’t wanna get bored today.”

“Neither do I.”

— ✦ —

On the first round around the cabin, while serving the pre-booked meals, you happened to make an acquaintance. You and Wanda had been giving out the meals and drinks starting from the very first row, but as you proceeded forward, some of the overhead storage cabins started loosening. You asked Wanda to take the snack cart back to its place, to avoid a fuss.

Walking down the aisle, you closed and locked overhead cabins. And when your head was tilted to a side, a powerful looking woman with blonde hair stood up and shut the one behind you, before you could get hurt. You immediately turn around to see a muscular arm holding down the shutter. Goddamn.

“Th-Thank you ma’am,” you managed to say to her, “Is there anything I can do in return?”

She gives you a smile, and says, “First of all, Carol, please. And second of all, nothing. You’re an absolute cutie.” The last sentence was whispered in a low tone, then she winked at you. You were losing your mind standing next to her, she was superhumanly attractive. So you just blush and walk away back to Wanda to continue with your work.

“Carol Danvers” you mumble, looking at the list of passengers, and went back to giving out the meals.

While giving out the rest of the usual meals, you meet Carol once again. As she paid for her meal, she handed out a card with her phone number on it. You felt a bit of awkwardness with the passengers sitting next to her watching the two of you. However, you walk away twinking back to her. There was a high chance you were probably never going to call Carol, but you appreciated her very much. Plus, she was quite charismatic.

You enter the compartment where you and Wanda sat, and shut the door behind you. “How have you been ever since… you know, the academy?” you try initiating conversation with Wanda. She stares at you with a blank face, and you are confused. “Fine, I guess.”

You didn’t allow her bland response to ruin your mood. You just got hit on by a really pretty woman and you were here, trying to hit on the one beside you. You take out the card from your pocket and stare at it, while Wanda watches you.

“Actually, you know what Y/N? Why don’t you just go and fuck her? Seems like you have a lot of fucking to do. Hmm?” She asks you as her face tilted towards you, her warm breath on your cold cheeks.

Not going to lie, you did consider hooking up with Carol because you have been really needy all morning. But the way Wanda phrased it was very rude, so your expression faltered. “So… you’re jealous? Well uh, I don’t know how to phrase this well but I’m sure Wanda there are plenty of people who wanna fuck you. I can guarantee you, actually.”

“That is so fucking not what I meant.”

“Well what you’re thinking isn’t what I meant either.” You place a hand on her shoulder and get up, walking away towards the passengers’ compartment, letting your hand slowly slip away as you walk. You could sense Wanda’s reddened face from the back of your head. You go around asking every passenger if they required something.

You reach Carol and ask her, “Do you need anything, ma’am?” She gives you a wide smirk, “Nothing that I can’t think of.” She knew her game all too well, and she was being a fucking champion at it. But you were a bit more enticed by the redhead you left behind to contemplate.

Upon re-entering the cabin crew compartment, you saw Wanda waiting patiently for you. You sit down on the seat opposite to her, so that you would be able to notice her expressions. She nudged you to shut the door behind you.

The very second you two were alone, Wanda practically dived at you; connecting your lips with hers, moving along with you rhythmically. When you both begin gasping for air, you start marking Wanda’s neck gently, just enough to make her feel aroused, and to not affect her professional attire. Not that her shirt wasn’t already ruined, and her skirt on the verge of being so.

Her hands reach your shirt, and she proceeds to unbutton it, but you hold her hands in place. “You need to be a good girl and ask me first, baby. Or I won’t be touching you. You understand what I’m saying?”

She places her hands on your cheeks, each on one side, and says, “Yes daddy, I’ll be a good girl for you. Can I take off your shirt?” You groan at the honorific, unable to resist your need to give her what she wants right away.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that later. Let me get a taste of your pretty pussy first.” You guide her on the seat beside you, and spread her legs wide open. Her shirt rumples upwards and you slip both your hands under her skirt to pull down her panties. Wanda bucks up her hips, the way you were slow with your hands, tracing down her thighs with gentle fingers, leaving her longing for more. When you’re done talking them off her, you see her literally dripping and glistening.

“Does daddy really make her good girl so wet?” Wanda��s breathing intensifies. Your waft warmly, light against her core, that makes her need more and more of you.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm baby?” You hum against her again, making her almost go feral right there.

“My stockings… I have only one pair of them… I can’t ruin them today, please?”

“I got you baby. Daddy’s not gonna leave a drop at all anyways.” You gently kiss her cunt and then lick up a stripe. Wanda bucks up her hips again, looking for the friction she was aching for. Again, you lick up her slit slowly, teasingly.

“Da-daddy please.” Wanda says clutching your hair with desperation. “I promise you I will be a- Ah!” You start eating her out, with a pace she could barely keep up with. Wanda’s chest was heaving as she panted, her legs slowly wrapping themselves around you, as you sat on the floor.

Eventually, you stimulate her clit, making her moan too loud. You were glad that the door was soundproof and whatever sound that escaped wouldn’t be heard by people travelling kilometres above the ground. She was struggling to speak, but Wanda managed to say, “Daddy, I’m going to come. Can I, please?”

On your lack of response, she pulled your head in closer into her. You were too busy absolutely devouring Wanda. Not many moments later, she starts coming, and you keep up your promise by licking it all up. Her stockings were perfectly fine.

Gently, you stand on your knees and pull her face down in a deepened kiss, giving her a taste of her sweetness. She moaned against your lips and pulled you in impossibly closer. You both pulled away only when air became a necessity, but stayed in your little proximity. You help her get cleaned up and make her look presentable again. Her entire makeup was messed up because of the kissing and sweating.

The moment was tender, with her looking directly in your eyes as you held her chin and applied her lipstick. Her face was perilously close to yours. “Daddy, may I?” she asks for your consent, before connecting your lips again, but less intensely this time. She laughs and says, “Now I fixed your lipstick too.”

“I think we should mess it up quite often.”

“We were the ones who messed it up in the first place.”

“I know exactly what I said.”

Suddenly, you get the signal for another round of water and drinks around the passengers’ compartment and you have to go out reluctantly. “Y/N, do I look okay?”

“Well in my humble opinion, mademoiselle, you are fucking slaying.”

She burst out laughing at your little humour but didn’t realise you meant it. “Stop joking, and tell me if I look presentable enough or not!”

“Yeah, yeah you do Wanda.”

— ✦ —

Outside, you are met with Carol once again. You decided you’d better not hurt Wanda’s feelings this time, even though you didn’t know what terms you both were on. Carol’s seat was on the aisle side, so it was quite easy for her to flirt with you.

She conveniently dropped her phone the moment you passed next to her. “I’ll get it for you, ma’am.” you said, but she held you back, and bent down to her side, lightly brushing your thighs while doing so. Her touch gave you goosebumps all over the place, but you kept moving forward, knowing completely well that Wanda had been staring at the interaction with rage.

Back inside your compartment, Wanda seemed pissed off. “What are you even being so furious about? I am not even a guilty party here!” You plead, not knowing what else you could say.

She parted her lips slightly, but chose not to say whatever she had at the tip of her tongue. “Actually, let’s just go to the crew rest compartment. It’s time to switch shifts anyways.”

Before you two could leave, you heard a knock on the door between the compartments. You opened it to see Carol standing there, leaning on one of her arms. “Do you need something, ma’am?” Wanda asks on your behalf, because you seemed too troubled yourself. “Maybe just a moment with your colleague?” she replies, eyes still locked on you.

You add on to the conversation, “I’m afraid the passengers are not permitted in here, only the crew members.” But Carol pulls out something from her pocket; a pilot licence, to your surprise. “Am I still allowed?”

Placing her licence back in its place, she steps towards you. You side-eye Wanda as a signal to not leave you alone, but she walked right away. “Hey, I know you have been returning all my advances, so why are you denying it?” Her hands land on your waist, pushing you against the closed door. “Carol… Please don’t.”

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again, will you?”

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?” You throw her hands off you in rage. “Just a kiss, please?”

“I can’t do that I’m- Look, you just can’t be serious.”

“Yeah, I am serious.”

“I cannot believe I am doing this. Just don’t expect anything more from me, okay?” You feel guilty but you lean forward to give a small peck on the corner of her lips. You don’t allow her time to say anything, and motion for her to leave. Wanda was rightfully pissed off when you told her what happened, but you didn’t leave out anything, because you wanted her to trust you.

“You cannot be for real Y/N! You really consented to kissing her? That’s really not justified, especially when we just- Gosh.”

“Wanda, she could’ve done worse to me! It was forced consent! I didn’t know how else I could escape, I know what I did was wrong but I didn’t even have a choice. Besides, I don’t even know if you like me or we just fucked for a while.”

“So you really can’t see what I’ve been trying to say? Did you even pay attention to me at all or just had sex with the first woman you could find? Fuck off, Y/N.”

— ✦ —

The other two flight attendants who would be covering the second shift were Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill. You had met Maria before, but only ever heard of the former. Wanda didn’t wait for you to gather your things and walked right away, leaving you alone. She was being way too unreasonable for someone who hasn’t even declared who you are to her. She didn’t understand that you needed a verbal confirmation, not the little signals.

Entering the compartment, you were met with the most outrageous sight — Wanda was quite a bit too comfortable with some other redhead who you assumed to be Natasha. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other holding her chin. Wanda’s hands were in Natasha’s hair, pulling her closer and closer towards her. Just the moment you clear your throat to signify your presence, they both turn their heads to see you and Wanda tells Natasha, “And that is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, meet Natasha Romanoff.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Natasha says courteously. You return her politeness and then add, “I presume you two already know each other?”

Wanda answers the question with an air of smugness, “Kinda well enough.” You take your stuff with you to go and rest in your respective area. Wanda takes the one right across you. Though there is a curtain segregating the areas, you felt like she was watching you through the opaqueness.

“Y/N, can we talk?” She approaches you, funnily enough.

“Oh I’m surprised to hear that. How about, let’s say, no?”

“I want to clear this out. I don’t want to play this game of jealousy with you. I’m sorry, I guess I was a little affected, but it wasn’t your fault.”

“I don’t know Wanda. Do you want this to last for a while or just a one time thing? I need an answer.”

“Definitely not a one time thing. Can this be… a little bit more? I think I’ve had a liking for you ever since the academy.” She begins to speak timidly, just like she was during the training years. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You give her space to lay down next to you, and gradually begin hovering over her. “For that, you need to let daddy punish you for what you did. If you’ll be a good girl this time, daddy will reward her princess.” Your fingers trace her facial features, till you put two of them in her mouth, gesturing to her to suck on them. Shoving them deep down her throat, you praise her by saying, “What a perfect baby you are. But you have been very slutty today. Daddy needs to take care of that, doesn’t she?” You shove your fingers down deeper, and pull them out immediately. A strand of her saliva dangling over them.

You unbutton her skirt, and take off her stockings, being careful to keep them safely folded in the corner. Although Wanda knew you were being mindful of her wishes, she wanted to feel you inside of her desperately.

Her panties were really damp, and she couldn’t resist but rub her thighs against each other. The moment you saw her doing so, you held her legs apart. “Uh huh, no baby. What did I tell you about being good?”

“But daddy, please. Your princess needs you.”

“Are you going to be good and be patient or are you going to keep arguing and not get touched at all?” Her silence gave you a perfect response. You bend down to kiss her and completely captivate her under you.

Agonisingly, you pull down her panties, till her bottom was completely bare and there for you to wreck. The next moment, her heated, dripping cunt was met with a stinging slap. Wanda lets out a wail and her posture stiffens. “Sorry princess, but daddy needs to make sure you’re a whore for her and her only.” You add with pretentious innocence, followed by another slap.

Almost tearfully, Wanda requests you, “Daddy I swear I will behave, please touch me. I’m your whore, and yours only.” Her response was sufficiently satisfactory for you.

So you put in two of your digits in her heat, your shirt already a mess. Wanda clutches her hands tight on the bedsheet as you fuck her intensely, hitting all the deep spots inside of her.

She bites her bottom lip to avoid screaming, but you tell her, “I wanna hear you baby, tell everybody how you’re a slut for daddy.” Little by little, the volume of her moans increased. She was panting heavily, her diaphragm contracting and expanding hastily. And when the walls of her cunt were clenching around your fingers, you knew she was very close to her orgasm.

“Daddy pl-please, can I come?” Her ginger hair was spread beautifully on the bed, and a few strands on her face. You could almost see the brunette Wanda you had once known — the one you often encountered during breaks, the one your heart had remembered for so long, the one right below you.

“Hold back princess, you look so beautiful like this. Come when daddy asks you to. You don’t know for how long I’ve been dying to get you under me like this.” Her breathing is laboured, even more than before. You begin sucking on her neck, biting harshly to leave marks all over. After a few moments, you realise she wouldn’t be able to hold it in any longer, so you ask her to make a mess over your fingers.

You help Wanda ride through her climax, little beads of sweat running down her body and yours. She looked stunning, with her little smile and eye contact with you. You withdraw your fingers and put them in her mouth again. “Suck ‘em clean, princess.” The feeling of her tongue around your fingers was incredibly erotic, you looked at her fondly.

“You’ve been such a good girl for daddy. You think you can give her another one, baby?” The question left Wanda struck. She hadn’t imagined you’d not let the ego consume you, considering her elaborate past with emotionally unavailable, egoistic partners. She looked at you with no calculable expressions. “Wanda, are you okay? Can you hear me? Do you need water?” you try snapping her back to reality, suddenly worried if it was all too much for her.

Her eyelashes flutter and she groans, arching her back. She whispers, “Make me your fucktoy daddy.” The immediate wetness pooling in your underwear was unmatched.

After multiple rounds of orgasms, she was almost fatigued, ready to be asleep. With her eyelids drooling, she says, “Can I please return the favour, daddy?” You smile at her innocence. “It’s okay baby, you are tired right now and need to rest. Besides, you did so well. I’ll use my strap on you as soon as we reach inside the airport and get our luggage, okay? You want daddy’s cock do you not?” She hums in response, “Mhmm.” Teasingly, you softly press her extremely sensitive clit with your thumb, making her moan and twitch completely. You giggle at her and kiss her forehead. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.”

You relax your back as you lay down next to her. Right when you were about to doze off, Wanda tilts towards you and says, “Hey, Y/N.”

“Yes Wanda?”

“I’m sorry for everything that happened earlier. I guess I have been in many relationships that have put these scars on me. But I promise I’ll work on my trust and jealousy issues.” Her hands comb through your hair, softly massaging your head. “I’m sorry too, Wanda. I’m glad that you’re trying to heal yourself and work on everything. But mostly, thank you for choosing to open up to me.”

She slips a hand inside your shirt, cups your breast, and both of you fell asleep for the rest of the flight.

— ✦ —

[Extra Scene]

Maria returns to the crew resting compartment to collect a sheet of paper she had forgotten about, followed by Natasha behind her. Natasha holds her by the waist and begins planting soft kisses on her neck, and under the earlobes. Maria almost tumbled into the area across the passage, where Wanda was supposed to rest.

But then they both notice Wanda’s skirt thrown onto the passage, and your bare feet peeping out the curtain. It was evident that you and Wanda were sleeping together.

“Guess we’re all simply gay.” Maria shrugs before making out with the Russian again.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x fem!reader #mcu wanda #scarlet witch x y/n #scarlet witch x you #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff smut

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comradekarin · 4 months

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I do agree that people will hate Farleigh and then worship Felix because yk racism but let's not act like Farleigh wasn't an asshole. You're downplaying his actions just to make him look good but you should be arguing that asshole characters of colour are easily hated when compared to their white counterparts. You don't have to lie about "oh he's not even bad y'all are dramatic" because at the end of the day he's an asshole rich boy just like Felix just like everyone else.... 😐

Sorry it just annoys me because as a poor Black person who went to school with Farleighs it grinds my gears to see you and others downplay his bad behaviour because of the racism he is facing. You can acknowledge the racism without making him an angel. Racism towards even the worst people is wrong because there is no excuse for racism (I am not saying Farleigh is the worst person ever btw, he's the same brand of asshole like Felix and everyone else obviously. They're family lol.)

i mean you’re absolutely right. he was an asshole. he was a dick, just like the rest of them was. personally for me, that’s apart of the appeal of this character. when I said “farleign was not that bad lmao” I meant that in response to everyone who has this visceral disgust for the stuff he does and says but not for anyone else. if I gave off the impression of “he did absolutely nothing wrong”, well… my bad lmao. the posts I have made are more shitpost-y in nature anyway, but they still hold some merit. i feel like this post really encapsulates my intent.

as someone who is also black, it is harmful to have this notion that poc characters have to be perfect and can’t have character flaws. part of being a good character is having flaws and faults. however, it’s just weird seeing farleigh being held to a very different standard than the other characters who have done the same shit he did (or, have done worse). it’s even weirder pretending his character is meant to be one dimensional, or just this huge asshole, while simultaneously being able to see the complexities in the rest of the cattons/oliver. i’ve even seen people hate him for reasons that aren’t even true if they actually paid attention (i.e him stealing or even being completely at fault for what happened to felix). my posts were never supposed to give “you guys are racist for not liking farleign”. boring, maybe, but racist? nah. they were supposed to give “you guys may have biases to address if the reasons you hate farleign is something you can overlook in the rest of the white cast”.

feel free to ask me anything else though, anon. i’m always up for healthy convo :)

#hope this helped anon #farleigh start #saltburn #ask

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 11 months

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Daily snippets (OM!) - pt 1

this was so fun to write, there will be more parts. this is inspired some of the chats about 666.

there's some suggestive stuff (cant help myself lmao), also poly!mc, set in og om!

Sunday - Morning:

'Come to the entrance hall asap! Need help!' Is followed by several stickers spammed over and over again. You sigh, knowing that Mammon has probably done something dumb again. Unfortunately, he might be an idiot, but he's your idiot, so you're beelining straight to the entrance hall. Only to hear banging on the front door, and the Avatar of Greed pacing about in front of it.

"Mams. Whose at the door?" He perks up at your voice.

"Debt collectors." You're not surprised, in fact you're slightly annoyed you got out of bed for this. "Listen I need you to tell 'em I'm not here!" The temptation to say no, is strong, but his eyes widen in a silent plea. You sigh.

"Alright fine." He cheers, before inching across to be out of view once you open the door. "Coming!" You call out, heading over to the front door. Upon opening it, you're greeted by a demon wearing a crisp suit, holding a brief case in his left hand and a bright red sheet of paper in his right.

"Hello I'm here on behalf of 666, we are looking for Mammon. He's neglected to make payments on his debts." Of course he has. Is what you almost say in automatic response. Instead you pretend to look surprised.

"Oh really? That's too bad, you just missed him." You pause, thinking of an excuse. "He's gone away on a holiday." From the corner of your eye you notice Mammon make a gesture of confusion by your lie.

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"A month, maybe a year. I'm not really sure he didn't say." The debt collector seems puzzled.

"That's strange we called earlier and Lucifer said for certain Mammon would be here." You glance quickly across to Mammon, who grimaces at the mere mention of Lucifer, before reverting you gaze back to the demon outside.

"Well he decided first thing this morning he was going to go. Maybe he caught wind that you were coming?"

"That does sound like something he'd do. Well thank you for your time." The demon hands you the red sheet of paper. "Please be sure to hand him this remind him to pay his debts." It's a notice, explaining to him what will happen if he can't make a repayment within the next week.

"Don't you worry, I will. See you!" You close the door, handing Mammon the notice the second its shut. "Just out of curiosity, how much do you owe those guys?" He whistles. "Oh boy." You seem to be more worried about the debt than he is. He's quick to scrunch up the paper into a ball. "Just so you know that isn't going to solve the problem, all it takes is for them to make one call to Lucifer and he'll personally drag your ass to their office."

Mammon goes quiet. Then pale. When the colour returns to his face, he's staring at you with an expression that you know means he's scheming. "Unless you block their number on his D.D.D. for me." You sigh, coming to terms with the fact you're well and truly roped in to this one.

"...you've really thought this through, huh?" He's nodding. Already starting to list off the numbers you'll need to block.

Sunday - Noon:

While you could undergo some secret mission to swipe Lucifer's phone. You decide to try and easier measure. "Can I have your D.D.D.?" Going into his study, and flat out asking him. Lucifer, who is working on todays crossword in the paper doesn't even look up to answer you.

"No."

"Why? Don't you trust me?" You're feigned indignation only makes him raise an eyebrow.

"I received a message from 666 saying they'd been by this morning, and passed on a notice to a human resident for Mammon." He pauses, directing his attention towards you. "As far as I'm aware, there is only one human living here."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I imagine he's set you up to block all of their numbers on my D.D.D." Sometimes you wonder how Lucifer can be so perceptive, but considering he lives with Mammon, Belphegor and Satan, you imagine he has to be.

"Mammon? Sweet, innocent Mammon? Absolutely not." His brows furrow, and face contorts into a scowl. "Would it really be such a bad thing if the debt magically went away?" He scoffs.

"If you're about to make me spend my day off explaining how debts work, know that I will not be impressed." You attempt to give him the puppy dog eyes, he sighs. "No. I will not pay off his debt, how is he going to learn responsibility if I do it for him?"

"...what if you paid off half?" His scowl deepens.

"Absolutely not. If you ask any further I'll curse him to stay away from you for two weeks."

"Wow harsh." He sighs, again leaning back into his chair. His expression softens before he speaks again.

"I disagree. Harsh is having you come in here and speak about Mammon and his schemes instead of allowing me enjoy your company." Your heart races slightly at his words.

"I promise Lucifer, if you did half as many dumb things as Mammon did, I'd spend just as much time supporting you as I do him." Lucifer relents, but you're going back to the drawing board.

Sunday - Afternoon:

You find Belphegor and Satan together in the lounge. Belphie is asleep on the couch, while Satan is reading in one of the armchairs. "Whose up to help me try and steal Lucifer's D.D.D.?" Satan quickly marks a page in his book, and places it down on the armrest. He leans forward in his seat with a smirk.

"You had me at steal from Lucifer." Belphegor rises up from the couch like a zombie. A glint in his eyes as he considers all of the possibilities of this scheme. They never learn. But then again you don't really either.

"Dibs on sending embarrassing messages to Diavolo once we get it." You dread to imagine what the contents of those messages are going to contain, but that's a later problem.

"You better let me send some too." The Avatar of Wrath chimes, and Belphegor nods. He continues, turning his attention from his brother to you. "So, what's brought this on anyways?"

"Well, Mammon needs me to block 666's numbers from his D.D.D. but Lucifer knew what I was trying to do earlier so..." they exchange a look. Satan sighs shaking his head, sounding completely unimpressed as he replies.

"I thought they were coming today to threaten to take some of his stuff if he didn't pay up."

"Yeah, but I told them he went on a long holiday." There's an overly dramatic sigh coming from the individual sitting on the couch.

"Mammon's got you wrapped around his greedy little finger. Must be nice." You scoff as the other demon nods along with Belphegor's comment.

"I don't want to hear it from either of you, I have single handedly sweet talked both of you out of some major punishments that you kind of deserved."

"It's not the same." The youngest whines.

"It is too!"

"I'd beg to differ."

"Not you too Satan!"

Despite the back and forth, between the three of you, you all manage to conduct a plan to get Lucifer's D.D.D. Satan will 'accidentally' trip over Belphie, who happens to be 'sleeping' in a perfect spot to spill some juice all over Lucifer's clothes, forcing him to shower. You'll then sneak into his bedroom and retrieve the device. You block the numbers, let them send a few messages and then place it back from whence it came.

Sunday - Evening:

You're not going to lie. You're a little suspicious. Every thing has gone too well. Lucifer's even left his bedroom door open, and his D.D.D is right in the middle of his bed. But you think of Mammon's pitiful plea from earlier, and you charge in regardless.

The door slams shut the moment you walk inside. Lucifer was waiting by the doorway, already in a fresh pair of clothes. He doesn't look happy.

"I should have known you wouldn't give up." You're in so much trouble, you can feel it. "But to think you'd drag in Belphegor and Satan to help. If you think you're getting out of this scot-free you're wrong." His smoldering gaze is almost enough to make you shrink in place.

"Come on Lucifer can't you just help Mammon out a little?" His eyes narrow, and you think that he might be considering following through on his threat from earlier. "Surely you think its wrong that they're going to try and repurpose some of Mammon's stuff!" You muster up the best puppy dogs eyes you can manage. He sighs, rubbing his temples in consideration.

"I suppose I could come up with something." You're about to cheer, only to pause when you notice his expression darken. "That doesn't mean your off the hook. I still intend to punish you for your little stunt." You let out a nervous laugh.

"I'm gonna guess an apology isn't going to suffice?"

"Not one with just your words."

Sunday - Late:

You've just finished having a shower, opening the door to your room, fully prepared to pass out on your bed. Only to see Mammon sprawled across it. "There you are, I've been lookin' for you everywhere." He sits up, making space for you to sit down next to him. "Turns out Lucifer is going to pay off my debt for me and have me do some jobs for him in return."

"You're welcome." You grin while plopping down beside him.

"That's my human! Always lookin' out for their first." He leans across and ruffles your hair, laughing when you start to pout. "How'd you convince him?" He eventually asks.

"My negotiation skills." You wiggle your eyebrows at him for good measure.

"Wh- no way! If I'd known that's what you needed to do I would've just found my own way to pay it off." Now he's the one pouting, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "Stupid Lucifer takin' full advantage of my situation."

"Imagine if they put that down as a reason to pay off your debt." You grin, laughing to yourself before even finishing your joke. "If you don't your brother will get some in exchange for bailing your broke ass out."

"I take back anythin' nice I said about ya. Bad human." You stick your tongue out at him, and he threatens to throw a pillow at you.

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krakenshaped · 4 months

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Fuck it I have the brainrot so here's a snippet of the hero fic I'm working on which is more or less just a collection of all my headcanons.

Voila. Have fun. (Also I'm not the best writer so don't eat me lmao)

Edo. Not really someone he'd been expecting. Well, sure, Edo had a bad habit of just showing up without making his presence known so he could linger around and people watch, but usually it was only when something caught his attention. If Judai had learned anything about Edo last year it was that he was attentive yet very fickle about what his keen senses should be focused on. There was no duel, and the world wasn't ending, yet there he stood.

Judai catches the ball he was dribbling and waves a hand.

“Hey! Edo! What'cha doing?” He calls out, and Edo merely lifts the sunglasses he was wearing to rest on his forehead.

“Oh, don't mind me. I was just in the area. Pretend I'm not here.”

Both of the boys stare at him dubiously. Sho seems creeped out, but Judai can guess the real reason Edo is loitering. It's the reason Edo always loiters.

“Wanna play?”

“Huh?” Edo perks up slightly, and raises his eyebrow at Judai. But there's no way he can be caught off guard. After all. That's why he's here really. The thing about Edo Phoenix is that he likes to act mysterious and cryptic but once you get him, he's pretty easy to read. He's been floating around Duel Academy for a bit despite claiming to have important pro-duelist things to do or whatever. It's clear he has unfinished business, but just won't do anything about it.

“Here! Catch!”

So, Judai does the most reasonable thing and chucks the ball at him. It goes right over Sho's head, causing him to duck for cover with a scream, and Edo (while caught off guard) catches it easily with both hands. His fingers seem to grip around the basketball firmly yet reluctantly. Judai can see it in him, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. It's the itch of the game. The game… of sport.

And yet he does nothing. He wonders what Edo is thinking. His actions show his eagerness to play but his face says something different. And facial expressions were never something Judai was good at figuring out.

He slowly walks over to the court, ball tucked neatly in his hands, before he's joined Judai and Sho. For the first time, they stood before each other as friends without the world ending. And Edo looks like he doesn't quite know what to do with that information.

“What… You want me to play?” He asks.

“Uhh, yeah?” Judai tilts his head. “I wouldn't have tossed you the ball otherwise. Since Sho is being a bore-”

“Hey!”

“Why don't you join me instead?”

“Well…” Edo scrunches up his nose. “What makes you think I'd do something like that, huh?”

“I mean, you looked like you wanted to.” Judai says.

And to this, the pro-duelist only scowls, his face going a weird pinkish colour in confusion. It looks funny. His skin is so pale that when he gets embarrassed, his whole face almost changes colour.

“I…” He starts, puffing out his chest. (Judai would find out later on this was something he did to make himself look bigger.) “You... You do know this isn't a basketball court."

“Yup.”

“This is a dueling court.”

“Uh huh.”

“Plus, I'm a professional athlete.”

“So?”

“I would trump you at this. Easy.”

“How are you so confident?” Judai asks pretty nonchalantly, as he scoops the ball out of Edo's hands. “After all, If I'm remembering correctly, I thought it was snow sports you were good at professionally? Not to brag or nothing but…”

He spins the ball on one finger, meeting Edo's ego with his own haughty overconfidence. “I'm pretty darn good too y'kno- damn it!”

The ball topples off his finger, and bounces to the floor. Sho flinches, but Edo only laughs, as he unbuttons his obnoxious blazer, and tosses it next to where Sho was sitting. It was the first and most common laugh from Edo. The smug laugh of condescension.

“Fine! If you're really that full of yourself, then you're on! But don't cry if you get destroyed, Dropout boy!”

And so they played. At first Edo took it way too seriously. He was good, for sure. He was in good form, but not good enough to be professional. Not as good as he was hyping himself up to be. It took a while for him to stop caring about being better than Judai and to just have fun - after all, as much as Judai loved a competition and was competitive by nature, something about it was… exhausting this time. It wasn't like how he and Misawa used to butt heads, despite it more or less being the same situation.

It was tiring. Tiring until Edo threw in the towel and let himself go.

He was face to face with him. He dribbled the ball with one hand, before passing it around from one hand to the other. Left, bounce, right, bounce, left, bounce, as Judai went in for it assuming it would go bounce right, he dribbled it under his legs and caught it behind him. The two spent a moment playing this silly cat and mouse game before Judai couldn't stop himself laughing. It was ridiculous. But it was more fun this way. Nobody had even shot at the shoddy, plastic hoop yet.

“What way am I gonna go, Judai???” Ed taunted, as he messed around. “This way? That way? What’cha gonna do???”

Judai furrowed a brow. He watched with intensity before quickly going in for the swipe, snatching the ball mid-bounce and darting straight for the hoop, leaving his rival in the dust.

“HEY!!!”

The thing is, as much as Edo has a lot of power and precision, there's one thing Judai had over anyone he played against. He was fast. He'd always been a strong runner, and agile at that. So the second he got his hands on the ball, he bolted.

Edo ran after him, but not even a pro could catch up with Judai and his homerun sprint. There was a thrill running through his blood. It was the adrenaline of the chase - the sprint to victory. The hoop was his home base. He just had to take the shot.

So he did. He aims. The sweat trickles down his forehead. In his mind he can hear the crowd go wild. Yuuki approaches the hoop. He's going in for the kill-! He shoots!!!

And he misses. The ball bounces off the backboard. And falls right into Edo's hands.

“Hey, let me try again!” Judai yells towards him as he jogs over, but the pro won't budge. He holds the ball firmly in his hands and turns his nose up at Judai.

“Nu-uh. That shot was so awful I don't think you should even be allowed this.”

“What?! You can't be serious! C'mon man, that's my ball!”

“Mine now! Maybe you should get good before hitting the court again.”

“That's not funnyyy! Give it back!!!”

And so Judai grabs the ball. Edo's grip is still firm. The two end up pulling at the ball, back and forth, back and forth like a game of tug of war. Even though Edo is stronger than him and should have gotten the ball back by now, Judai is a million times more stubborn and just will not let go. He ends up hooking his arm around the ball from the top as Edo yanks it from where he's gripped the sides. Edo yells something at him but Judai can't hear him over his own war cry.

It's only when Edo sweeps his legs does Judai let go. He goes toppling to the floor, but not without grabbing Edo by his shirt. The two go down together, and the ball goes flying away, leaving the two boys tangled up.

“No!!! Judai, you idiot-!!! The ball–!!”

The younger duelist reaches for the basketball as it bounces away, his hand slapping Judai's face below him as he uses his skull as a support to pull himself up. However Judai wasn't gonna let him go that easy! That's his basketball! He brought it all the way from home and everything!

So with one hand still grabbing Edo by the shirt, he grabs a hold of his shoulder with a harsh grip, attempting to push him back down as he gets up, using the force to try and spring for the ball himself.

They topple down, and we're back at square one. A messy heap on the floor.

“Ow!!! Hey!!! Watch it!!!”

“You watch it! You hit me first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!!!”

“Did not!!!”

Once the two end up sitting upright, Judai flat on his butt and Edo on his knees, Judai takes the opportunity to grab him by the hands, pushing Ed back so Judai could join him kneeling upright. From there the two push each other back and forth, hands locked together as their fight dissolves into a new, even stupider game.

“You totally did!”

“Don't be such a child, Judai!!!”

Despite saying this, Edo's grin betrays his words. He's clearly having fun. As is Judai. He lets himself smile too, as he attempts to twist Edo's arms.

“Maybe you shouldn't be such an adult!”

“Ugh! Stop messing around-! For real, how old are you?!”

“How old are you! Too young for grey hair!!!

“Oh, that's it!!! You're toast, Yuuki!!! Nobody disses the hair!!!”

“Ooooh~ scary scary~! I'm so- WAURGHGH!!!”

Edo had somehow managed to wriggle out of his grip and charges at Judai, sending both of them flying into the dirt once more. He hooks an arm around Judai's head, capturing him in a headlock. All Judai can do is flail his arms around, attempting to squirm his way out of his junior's death grip.

“Got you, idiot!” The younger of the two sneers, and Judai only continues his noisy onslaught. “That's what you get for making fun of the hair!!! Say uncle!!! Say it!”

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN???” Judai cries out.

“IT MEANS SURRENDER!!!”

“NEVERRRRRR!!!!”

After crying out his rebellion, he bites Edo's arm like a goddamn animal. Thinking back now, it was actually a pretty embarrassing thing to do. He's sure that there were a million other ways to make Edo let him go, but oh well. He was a weird teenager. He didn't hurt Edo anyway, he doesn't think. It just grossed him out more than anything. He shrieks out an “EEEW!” and lets Judai go, who laughs victoriously before dashing for the ball.

The two of them are sprinting towards the ball as fast as they can. They both dive in for it, but only end up colliding with each other as they fight pettily while both reaching for the ball at the same time. It was here that Judai found out Edo's secret.

Edo Phoenix is ticklish.

Once the guy manages to get his greedy hands on the ball, he holds it above his head victoriously. So what did Judai do? He obviously leaped to get it back. Even with Judai's height advantage, his furious attempts at snatching the ball were in vain, as Edo toppled backwards to keep it out of Judai's reach. So as a last resort, he prodded the boy in the side, only for the ball to go flying out his hands as Edo's body curled into itself like some kind of slinky.

“Hey! Don't-!”

His protests fell on deaf ears. Judai's focus was now honed in on Edo's new week spot, the ball forgotten as he went in for the attack. Edo's second laugh was unlocked, and it was the uncontrollable laughter. It was loud and spontaneous and worst of all contagious. His face scrunched up in an ugly way and turned the most bright of reds. It was almost too funny. Especially when he kicked his legs like he was now. It made him look like the world's most sunburnt puppy.

And so Judai couldn't keep it up. As Edo laughed himself breathless, Judai burst out laughing at how stupid he looked. The pair of them ended up a crumpled mess on the floor.

It wasn't much at the time, but looking back, Judai would say it was the first time he had gotten to see inside Edo's world, if even for a moment. Without all the grief and anger and turmoil. It was the first time they had a playfight and the first time Judai heard him laugh so wholeheartedly. It's a shame Judai's innocent wonder at Edo in his purest form would be broken when his eyes drifted upwards towards where Sho was sitting only to find he wasn't there. The happiness he felt would be replaced by anguish as he sat up to realise that his friend had ditched him - tainting the whole memory in sadness.

It was a shame.

#fanfic stuff #fanfic wip #heroshipping #heroshipping propaganda #let the silly commence #headcanons #its so cute that the red dorms have a dueling court outside them

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0oolookitsme · 2 years

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Carving Pumpkins and Making a Memory

Type- One-Shot

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Warnings- None, just fluff <3

Word Count- 3.3k

A/n- Happy Halloween in advance everyone!! Here's a cozy fic because I couldn't write a spooky one lmao. Hope you enjoy!

All of the Halloween decoration was up in the house, spread everywhere as if this house was made to be lived in during the spooky month only. All those cute white ceramic ghosts that Y/n had thrifted were up on her over-flowing bookshelves in the living room while a black-coloured hand-shaped candle that looked scary when burning was placed in Harry’s art room- a fact he wasn’t very fond of. He remembers her excuse being that their baby, Opal, doesn’t crawl in their considering the fact that the door to it is always closed and when it is open, she’s fast asleep. And that if Opal were to see, she’ll be scarred.

The leaves outside have started turning a tinge of red and yellow from their edges. All the animals seem to be scattering around to collect food and get ready for the winter season.

Y/n, who had entered the kitchen to make tea and warm up some milk, is now enchanted by a Squirrel collecting seeds from the tree branch that hangs over the kitchen window.

Just yesterday evening, when she had gone to pluck out some flowers from one of the flower beds in the park right in front of her apartment, she had accidently ripped out a clutch of soil by pulling on a stubborn stem- and while she had been mad at the dirt on her skirt, she had also been mesmerized by the sight of more than ten nuts and seeds stored in there.

She can only hope that it’s the same squirrel in whose storage of food she had added some more seeds. And that the storage was 0f a squirrel only. She’d just like to believe that better than it belonging to a naughty kid.

She’d also like to believe that it’s Harry who has woken up and is padding around the house and not some ghost she accidently summoned or jinxed.

“Good morning.”

She’s sure that it’s his voice which is sounding -unusually- very much awake. Turning to face him, she eyes him suspiciously, observes his wet hair and comes to a conclusion that he’s showered and ready for the day. “Let me guess …because of ‘two days before Halloween’?”

“Mhm,” he nods, encircling his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss onto her lips which are pulled into a smile. He can taste her cinnamon flavoured lip balm, making him crave the first batch of cookies of Fall he had baked yesterday with the two people who make him a family man- his 10months old daughter and his ever-lovely wife.Yes, Opal had sprinkled a little too much cinnamon powder on them, but they still ended up tasting good!

He steps away after pressing one final kiss on her now dry lips, that perfect flavour now on his lips. Moving to her side, he also peeks a look at the scenery outside through their window, taking a cautious look at her face after a few seconds. “Don’t you think it’s the perfect day to carve pumpkins?”

Closing the lid of the electric water warmer, she turns to look him dead in the eyes. “Don’t pretend that the weather made you think that, H,” she dead-pans, her eyes falling in splits while a smile creeps up the corners of her lips.

His eyes on the other hand, instantly light up at her light and good mood, laughing out breathily in relief. “Please! Don’t you think it’d be so fun to do that with honeybug!” He tries to convince her fully, seeing she’s halfway there by herself, and also referring to their baby as ‘honeybug.’ That’s a nick name he’s sure she wouldn’t appreciate when she’s a little older and understands things better.

“You did not bring her into this you knob-head!” She whisper-yells, stabbing his chest with her index finger.

Mumbling two small ‘ow’s, he immediately continues: “I’ll take that as a, yes?” Cheering when she pulls on a smug face. “Should we do it right now?” He asks excitedly.

“why not,” she answers just as giddily. “I’ll bring Opal.”

It only takes her a few strides before she’s opening her bedroom door and seeing a giggling Opal, playing and trying to reach the toy hanging down the middle of her crib. She still hisses in pain at seeing that new-bigger crib that destroyed their budget for the month of August. She doesn’t know why they didn’t just buy a bigger one in the first place- maybe it was because they never thought of her growing up ‘not enough to have her own bed but enough to not sleep in a crib’ and maybe it was also because she was feeding so well that she was growing up faster and healthily.

Though all that pain sweats off of her when y/n’s eyes land on Opal once again. Her flushed out cheeks and the two small milk-teeth that have grown in the center of her upper gum make her look so cute that y/n could literally dress her up as a bunny for the Halloween.

Wait. That’s a such a cool idea! She’s got the two teeth at front, she’s growing up fast- referring to tall, so she can be that rabbit from Winnie the Pooh! Holy-

A squeak from Opal snatches y/n’s attention and she’s almost running to cradle her frame in her arms. “Good morning,” she greets her, rubbing their noses together gently as she walks back into the kitchen to discuss the outfit idea she just had with Harry first, and then plan out the pumpkin carving. Just as she raises her eyes to see Harry, her eyes meet the sight of paint brushes and paint boxes -black and orange specifically- spread out on the kitchen slab.

“And what is all this?” She asks, snapping him out of his trance.

“Oh, I’ve planned something, come here,” he urges her, motioning his hand in his direction for her to come to him. When she does, he bends down to presses a kiss onto their daughter’s cheeks and then straightens back up, looking over at y/n to make sure he still has her attention- which he definitely does. “I was thinking about painting Opal’s hands with black paint, and then placing them onto the sides of that small white pumpkin, then placing our painted hands below hers …that’d look spooky and make a good memory to look back onto, yeah?’

“That’s such a cool idea, but I’m sure we’ll need to be careful with the hand placements or else we might ruin it,” stating she nods along with Harry. “Also, I had an idea too. I saw her teeth and thought we can dress her up as the rabbit from Winnie the Pooh!”

That makes him laugh- laugh out loud. “Don’t embarrass her like that!” He squeaks out, calming from laughing. “But she’d look so much cuter, so we can surely do that… maybe do her hair in two pigtails too as in the bunny’s ears!”

She gasps in ‘oh that’s such an awesome idea’ and high-fives him as they both grin over each other’s quite impressive ideas.

“’Kay so I’ll feed her, you start off by carving out your pumpkin and please take the seeds outside of it, I need to dry some of them,” she requests as she pours in half a spoon of honey in the milk bottle and mixes it with the same.

Humming in response, he takes out the first orange pumpkin he sees when he opens the lower cabinet and places it on the dining table, beside the big knife.

A cold breeze pushes into the warm environment inside their home through the open window and instinctively, y/n takes the shawl which she had hung on the back of the chair and drapes it over Opal’s back. Leaning to her side a little bit, she also closes the window to keep Harry from catching a cold, which is very easy for him- as easy as it’s a literal game of his left hand.

The only noise filling the void right now is the sound of Harry plunging a knife in and out of the pumpkin and honeybug sucking on the …nipple thingy of her milk bottle. Y/n isn’t sure if the other two can hear the sound of her lovesick heart beating, but she surely can as it pumps blood in her arteries as dreamily as it can.

Harry on the other hand, puts his right hand inside the pumpkin without any problem and takes out the seeds with all the other wet stuff sticking on them. Putting it all on a plate, he moves towards the sink right beside where the slab ends, and y/n sits with a pink cheeked baby they made. Slowly he washes out the pumpkin from inside, knowing the stickiness inside grosses his wife out and don’t even get him started on how much the flies wandering atop the pumpkin infuriated her that time they didn’t wash it’s inside out.

Considering the fact that Opal’s getting droopy, Y/n moves to take the toy that she had left on the dining table last night while trying to get her to sleep and shakes it over the baby’s head- the sound of balls moving inside trapping her attention. Just as y/n leaves the toy in her hand, her mouth is left open ajar and she puts the bottle aside, placing Opal on the dining table.

Running in the room, she grabs two pillows and comes back to place them behind Opal so that if she were to crawl or roll, the pillow would stop her for enough time in which either her or Harry will be able to get ahold of her.

Taking her phone out of charging, she clicks on Spotify and puts on the ‘sitting by the fire’ playlist she had found just two days ago, feeling very happy when the ‘30mins add free listening’ add pulls up on the screen.

Bumping her shoulder with Harry’s she kisses the dimple that pops out before turning around to take out another pumpkin for herself to carve. Although the moment she bends down to just that, she feels a sneaky slap on her butt followed by an immediate uncontrollable laughter escaping Harry’s nose.

“Seriously, H?” She mumbles, pushing on his butt with hers and unintentionally making him laugh harder.

Dismissing her actions, Harry moves onto carving out the second eye. “You know my dad had named me pumpkin to talk to me when I was still in my mum’s womb. But when I grew up to be a pumpkin lover, he really thought he had cast a spell on me or something,” he laughed after telling her that story for the thousandth time. He just thinks it’s so fun and it’s hard not to think so when she laughs at that every time.

A few high-pitched squeaks are heard from Opal too, causing Harry to gaze at her in awe, while Y/n just laughs at the cute sound.

“Do you have a story about anything paranormal happening to you?” He asks her out of blue when she finally comes back with a same orange pumpkin but slightly bigger. “I don’t and that’s so upsetting to me,” he continues.

Listening to him complain, she chuckles. “I beg your pardon in advance for the disappointment my answer’s going to cause you, H… Because no, I don’t.” He just sighs in defeat as a response.

But jerking, he quickly re-treats and snatches y/n’s phone. Pausing the playlist, he searches for podcasts that tell ghost stories and have convincing ratings.

“Ooh, why didn’t I come up with that?” Y/n meekly says, peaking at the screen from beside him.

He scoffs and frames a smirk on his lips, earning himself a smack on his back from her because of that. Finally settling on a podcast, he presses play on the episode named: ‘Food at a Funeral.’ He places the phone back where it was earlier and fixes his attention on Y/n’s pumpkin, who’s got one eye carved out. Seeing her busy with that, he also fixes his attention back on the eye he was carving on his pumpkin- but not before tickling Opal on a few spots before she ignores him and goes back to playing with her toy.

Once again, the family gets surrounded by some comfortable silence as they be alone with each other.

Not even one of them is listening to podcast, but it’s still nice to have some background noise- no offense. Just as Harry finishes with his pumpkin he asks y/n if she wants some help, but when she dismissed it, he goes to sit on the chair and takes Opal in his lap, playing with her tiny hands and feet, pretending to take a bite of them every once in a while- making her squeak and giggle loudly.

When he starts massaging her back lightly, his mind starts reminding him of that time when Opal was still in y/n’s belly, and she had started kicking by the midst of sixth month. He would try to hold her feet or fist with his fingers every time they would appear on the thin skin of her bump, but she would take her limbs back in- it was as if they used to play cat and mouse. Sometimes it got so intense that Harry had to brush his hands soothingly alongside her bump to get Opal to calm down.

And sometimes Y/n would lie about pain just to get him to massage her anywhere. He even told her that she could just ask, and he would do it, but she continued to lie anyways. It was like a strange fetish of hers during those nine precious months.

Sliding the knife onto the slab, Y/n drags out a chair and takes a seat on it, seeming as if a vampire just sucked a little too much blood out of her. “I’m done, H. You paint her palms, I’ll hold her, so she doesn’t smack you or herself with her painted hands, yeah?”

Harry stands up, placing Opal in the center again before going over to the counter to get the paint and the brushes ready. “You want a massage tonight?” He asks her, not facing her due to sudden shyness.

“Oh my god is that even a question? It’d be so nice if you do it wherever we’ll place these pumpkins. Imagine an earthly scented candle flickering inside a pumpkin while you massage my back. Sounds like heaven to me,” she says, ending it with a dreamy sigh, making harry chuckle on the other side.

“C’mon, just a few more minutes and then you can let your muscles rest,” he encourages her, moving towards Opal to get her near the edge, the pumpkin and themselves.

Getting up like an old man, she goes to hold the little one’s upper arms, placing a kiss on the top of her head. A wide grin plasters itself on both her and Harry’s faces when he starts painting her palms and she starts squeaking and laughing heartily, probably because of the feeling of the wet brush tickling her soft-tiny palms.

Y/n was still holding Opal as Harry placed her palms on the pumpkin, right in the middle of the sides that can be seen. It takes time to do the same with the second hand on the other side, but once it’s over; they make sure to wash her hands properly before moving onto themselves.

It doesn’t them much time to paint their palms and press them onto the cold surface of the pumpkin, surprised that their hand even fit on that small one. Y/n placed her hands above Opal’s hands and Harry placed his’ below Opal’s, making the print seem like butterfly wings instead of a monstery-pumpkin with three hands.

It looks cute though, so Harry will just carve out its eyes in ink-drop shape and let it be.

Once it’s all done, y/n realized that they indeed lost track of time again. She quickly mashes some banana with some milk and honey in a small bowl and let’s Harry feed it to Opal, while she quickly prepares some spiced up Oats for her and him, feeling absolutely no energy to make anything else and he did feel like having something with spices in it anyways, so.

Stirring the almost done meal, she glances back and sees Opal sleeping with her mouth open, cradled in Harry’s arms. “I’ll just put her in the crib,” he informs her before getting up cautiously and moving out. These are the time when she feels like time is moving by too fast.

She lets the smell of spices fog her mind as she serves it into two bowls and places them on the dinner table, placing a jar of water and two glasses alongside and Harry appears back just in time to start the dinner with her or else she’s sure she would’ve started it without him.

“I’ll place the pumpkins. You just give me the candles ‘kay? You can sit and come down from the high till then. After that, your muscles shall be massaged.” Harry suggests her, taking both of their bowls and placing them in the sink while chuckling.

“Aren’t you tired too, though?”

“You’re a low energy person love, I’ll just need to sleep, and I’ll be up like same in the morning.”

She hums, reaching for a box above the fridge which hoarded all the candles and hands it to him after some struggle. “Thank you,” she appreciates him and pecks his lips before going in her room to change her clothes and brush her teeth.

Harry decides he’ll just massage her in their bedroom so that she can pass out without any worry of getting up and having to switch rooms. He goes and places a pumpkin on his bedside table, so that it doesn’t burn in front of her face and not let her sleep because of the bright light. He’ll just put it away when he too goes to sleep, simple.

He places the other one in the kitchen, thinking she’ll love the smell the earthly scent in the morning. He leaves it in the center of the dining table before rushing to go brush his teeth as well- forgetting about the small pumpkin left on the slab itself.

Doing just one round of brushing, he scrapes his tongue, splashes some water on his face and dries it out by y/n’s towel. It just smells so much like those good-smelling creams she uses, seeing she does her skincare at nighttime.

Coming back out of the bathroom, he huffs when he sees her passed on his side of the bed. Will he be able to move her without waking her up? Cause she has this nasty problem that if she wakes up once, she won’t sleep back easily and won’t let you either.

Before anything else, he very carefully rolls her onto her side, which leaves enough space for him to fit and sleep in- and well, she does roll over so far at night anyways. Then, once inside the blanket, he blows out the candle of the pumpkin on the table, sure that she was smelling its scent and just fell asleep while at that.

Cursing under his breath, he gets out of the bed just as carefully as he entered it and goes to press a goodnight kiss on Opal’s forehead. Then, with a fear that he’ll for sure wake y/n up this time, he gets back in bed and shakily lets his body relax when she doesn’t even as far as stir. Swinging his arm over her waist he moves closer to her back and presses a kiss on the side of her exposed neck, wishing her goodnight and muttering a gentle ‘I love you.’

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles ff #harry styles x reader #harry styles fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles one shot #harry styles one shots #harry styles fluff #dad!harry #harry styles au #harry styles fic rec #harry styles blurb #harry styles blurbs #<3333

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trashgremlendoesart · 3 months

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Torchwood first impressions/liveblog

Sherlock ass intro

Trenchcoat mans back yas

"Feminised the fish" the fuck

CAPTAIN JACK WAS PREGNANT???? HUHH

First blood splatter ooooooo

Loads of fake rain

Not her pretending to deliver pizza LMAOOOO

Bisexual perfume removes all consent and for whyyy???

Love that they can swear now

He got shot lol then he got un-shot

Whackass music

EP 2 timeeee

Oh boy it's written by Chris chibnall It's probably going to be weird and horny

Oooh the bisexual coloured smoke gonna get ya

I'm UNCOMFORTABLE

So you have sex and die???

I WAS RIGHT ITS WEIRD AND HORNY

EUGHHHH

Istg Chris chibnall doesn't know that consent exists

Exercism girl what

No don't go in there with her

"It's got to be a man" HOMOPHOBIC ALIENS?? Shits whack lmao

"Period military is not the dress code of a straight man" AHHH THATS SO GOOD

Sometimes it's funny but sometimes it's just really weird

Exploding rat

WHAT IS GOING ON

Gwen cheats on her bf A LOT

Chris chibnall should not be allowed to write anything ever

#torchwood #liveblogging #send help #captain jack harkness

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earlyevenings · 1 year

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104 days. mc/suresh

hi, so umm i stayed up late last night and got this idea and for some magical reason actually managed to complete the writing and make it look like *something*.

so i present to you a fanfic i wrote at 3 am last night. i tried to explain what i think went thru suresh's mind after the break up. forgive me if it's a bit ooc, but i needed to feel things lmao. heavily inspired by Joji's "Glimpse of us".

cw; mentions of intercourse, nothing too explict

104 days.

It’s been over a hundred days since the last time I saw you.

A hundred and four to be exact.

A hundred and five days ago I made the biggest mistake of my life. A mistake that I’ll never forgive myself for. A mistake that cost me the best thing I have ever had.

Even now when I’m laying naked on her bed, I can’t think of her as anything else than that- a mistake. She’s on my right, softly caressing my cheek, her breathing still shallow after our last round.

God, I feel so dirty. Sleeping with her always brings back memories of that night. The tears in your eyes when you looked at my phone, the look of betrayal and hurt painted across your face, me on my knees begging you to stay with tears streaming down.

You didn’t.

But I can’t stop doing this. She’s the only thing tying me back to you. When I let her go, I’m going to have to accept that I’ve lost you for good. There will be nothing left. I refuse to believe that I’ve thrown everything we had away for no reason, so I’m doing my best to convince myself that life with her can replace life with you.

She turns my head in her direction and kisses me so hard my lips feel bruised. I look deep into her eyes and somehow her face morphs into yours. I do that sometimes when I need to remind myself how it felt to hold you in my arms.

Not that it ever works.

She feels different. Her touch is foreign. Her voice is foreign. Even the way she breathes is foreign. I see her mouth move and I know she’s talking to me, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m too busy remembering the way your cheeks would always turn the sweetest colour of pink after a kiss. The way your lips would plump up ever so slightly while you tried to catch your breath. The way your nose would crinkle in embarrassment whenever I pointed that out. God, I’d do anything to see you do that again, at least once. I never thought it was possible to miss someone as much as I miss you.

She shakes my shoulder and asks if I’m okay. That pulls me back to reality. I mutter a quick ‘I’m fine’ and tell her I’m tired. Lying through my teeth seems like the only thing I’m good at lately. She believes everything I say so easily, it was never like that with you. You could always see right through my bullshit, always knew when I tried to hide that something was bothering me, even the smallest things. I wonder what you would say if you saw how much your absence bothers me. How much it hurts me to not be able to see your beautiful face every day.

Would you even care?

I close my eyes when I kiss her goodnight. I give her three kisses, one on the forehead, one on the tip of her nose and one on the lips. Just like we always used to do. She cuddles up to me and I spoon her from behind. Her body doesn’t fit mine like yours did. We were like two puzzle pieces, together we completed a perfect picture. I take a deep breath and squeeze her waist, awaiting the sweet sigh that would escape your lips every time I did it, and it breaks my heart when it doesn’t come.

I need to remind myself that she isn’t you. That she’ll never be you, And that no matter how much effort I put in, she’ll never replace you.

But when I try hard enough I catch a glimpse of us, the one that makes it easier to pretend that you’re still mine, and I’m still yours.

#fuseboxgames #angst #litg #litg fanfic #litg suresh #litg s5 #litg mc #love island the game #litg ff #litg season 5

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dragynkeep · 1 year

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For the ship game: Yang/ Weiss. Yang/ Blake. Yang/Pyrrha. Yang/Ren. 👀🙂

FREEZERBURN / SHIP.

what made you ship it : really though my love for it blossomed in v5 when they reunite & yang, who is so closed off about her own past, just spills everything to weiss. weiss & yang are canonically still the two team members who know the most about each other & have opened up the most to each other.

what are your favorite things about the ship : literally everything about them. the hot / cold dichotomy, gold / silver, blue / yellow, the back & forth of their earlier scenes & that it never felt like they were on unequal or uneven ground with each other.

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship : anything to do with the divorce joke :)))

BUMBLBY / DON'T SHIP.

why don't you ship it : the way the show has handled them was what started off my dislike for the ship, but the shippers & the attitude from those in the show, as well as the constant lying & gaslighting of people to pretend this was ever a thing they meant to do cemented it. there's nothing wrong with bees coming into play later, just don't insult my intelligence that this was what they meant from the beginning lol.

what would have made you like it : actually digging into the meat of the relationship. there's literally so much unspoken about blake & yang's relationship that they never get to touch on, like yang's early racism or blake leaving her or adam's death or yang's worsening anger issues or their disagreements & the fact they seem afraid to have them. the show never tackles these because the show also seems afraid to do so, like even looking at bees critically for one moment will cause it to fizzle apart which? does not go in favour for this ship being "the best rwby ship" as they've recently championed lmao.

despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it : i've seen a lot of gorgeous fanworks from fans very devoted to the ship who put the work into them & it's blatant to see.

GREEKFIRE / SHIP.

what made you ship it : i saw a really cool fanart & went them, they're the gays i want lol.

what are your favorite things about the ship : that they just kind of fit together & you wouldn't really expect that, you would expect that yang might be too bright, too loud for pyrrha & that pyrrha might be too pyrrha for yang, but there's something between them that just snugly fits right.

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship : it should be spelt greekfyre for yang's initial wheeze.

SUNFLOWYR / SHIP.

what made you ship it : the hug!! it was completely unexpected but the fact that yang goes to ren in the v6 reunion & hugs him & lets him touch her hair, something she's canonically so touchy about, just set off that spark lol.

what are your favorite things about the ship : like with greekfire, that these two are a pairing you wouldn't expect to fit but they just do. you can see the similarities in this ship to their "canon" ships, yang is bright like nora, ren is reserved like blake but i think it goes far beyond that. ren has shown he isn't afraid to challenge yang on her beliefs & stand up for himself, going toe to toe with her: whereas yang has shown that she does have a deeper side to her beyond the sunny exterior she puts upon. they're more similar than they think with the loss of a parent for "doing the right thing" & how that instilled values in them that they hold to steadfastly. plus their colours just gel together so well.

is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship : i don't think ren was in the wrong in their v8 argument & yang should've apologised because she absolutely was in the wrong lol.

#rwby #freezerburn #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #bumblby #blake belladonna #greek fire #pyrrha nikos #sunflowyr #lie ren #ais.txt #answered #q

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justdaphne · 2 years

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The Crows at a birthday party 🎂

because its my birthday so let me pretend im the “birthday kid” and the crows came to my birthday party yes ik im stuck in my fantasies shush

Kaz:

“I have better things to do” omg kaz brekker came

He’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️ and someone even thought he went to the wrong party “sir- excuse me but i think the goth party is down the street.” and he just glares.

I mean if it were a dark emo themed birthday party filled with edgy teens he’d fit right in because he just stands in the corner and watches. BUT IT’S A COLOURFUL FUN HAPPY THEMED FILLED WITH RAINBOWS AND MAGIC SO HE DEFINITELY DOESN’T LOOK LIKE HE B-

“Kaz you look like you’re attending a funeral. This is a birthday party.”

“What, you want me to dress up as a magician and pull a rabbit out of my hat??”

So that’s how Kaz Brekker ends up in a magician’s outfit in front of all the children. Because Inej so ever lovingly asked him to. We all love Inej.

Just imagine a frown on Kaz while he says “abracadabra.” Just imagine the look on the children’s face like :

Inej:

It reminds her of her childhood birthday parties where everyone was invited to her birthday. She’ll admit it causes her to be slightly emotional.

She gives the birthday kid a present with the warmest smile. Which is obviously deceiving because if someone gave me a present with the warmest smile ever causing me to melt, I’d think it would be a cute doll she gave me that she made herself and not a sharp dagger ENCRUSTED WITH RUBIES.

“Make sure to name it” she says as she winks at the kid. FVHDYDYCUBJBUCDFXGXUCU

She spends the rest of the time with all the children, playing with them. She is the reason the party feels so warm and friendly and happy. Ignore Kaz Brekker shhh we don’t talk about the iceberg in the Sahara desert.

Jesper:

“DID SOMEONE SAY PARTYYYYYY”

*brings alcohol*

“JESPER THIS IS A CHILD’S BIRTHDAY PARTY”

“oh”

I feel like he’d do random tricks with his gun due to boredom which would then intrigue the guests . Like- he’d get into the whole showman mood and stuff

*dramatic bowing*

Jesper even ends up stealing the spotlight from the birthday kid themselves LMAO. “It’s not my fault I’m good looking, dressed better AND eye-catching”

To be fair he dresses colorfully too. Perhaps it was intentional after all.

Jesper’s gift to the child would be nerf guns no shit

He’d shoot down the piñata too before anyone could hit it lmao-

Nina:

Waffle hoarder istg. Where is Nina? Oh she’ds just been chilling by the waffle stand for the past..2 hours from when the party started.

*Walks pass someone eating waffles* “Are you gonna finish that???”

Before this whole celebration started she already planned her outfit, wanting to be the best dressed. “Nina, this isn’t your party!” “AND???? YOU DON’T KNOW WHO YOU MIGHT MEET THERE!!!!” Nina hun, you look stunning.

In fact, she is dressed so well that someone thought it was a costume and asked her join the other cosplayers. “WH- I’M A GUEST NOT A WORKER”

Wylan:

The second he sees screaming children running around - “Why am I here?”

He’s also just standing there like 🧍‍♂️all confused. Ah like father like son except unlike Kaz just not emo dark intimidating looking

He’s never been to a birthday party so bear with him this is his first invite. I bet he asks a lot of questions - “You get cake for your birthday???” “TOYSSS AS PRESENTS???”

Yea sure he’s slightly jealous about the fact that he never experienced this during his childhood but it’s okay because he’s still having a good time. And also the Crows will throw him a big party for his birthday <3

Matthias:

Matthias would try his best. To not be a jerk. By judging everything. Because Little Red Bird said not to. Although he does at some point.

“In Fjerda….”

“When I was a child….”

Someone even thought Matthias one of the child’s parent. BECAUSE HE’S JUST STANDING THERE BLENDING IN WITH THE PARENTS JUDGING EVERYONE unlike Kaz because Kaz is judging everyone *FROM THE DARK CORNER*

“So which one is your child?” “I’m not a parent-“

Nina brings him cake and he directly questions it lol. “What is this..spongy texture?” “Relax druskelle!! I’m not trying to kill you.”

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spider-bren · 8 months

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Good Boy | Clement Mansell x (ftm) Male Reader

Prompt: Haii! I requested the trans masc reader :) preferably neutral terms or afab language would be great as long as the gendered terms are all masculine (good boy etc) and Clement stuff in a car perhaps always peaked my interest :) Trans masc anon again :)) absolutely afab body terms and masc gendered terms! I think the only thing is just no mentions of chest would be great! And yes take place in the car.. maybe power bottom reader and such ;) you’re the best and I can’t wait to read!!

Pairing: Clement Mansell x Trans Masc Reader Tags: Car Sex, Dirty Talk, Power Bottom Reader, Implied Public Summary: You and Clement are dating and you unwind together after a hard day at work by having sex in his car

Author's Note: kinda ooc clem bc of his deal with old cars and old stereos. reader kinda makes him see the light in modern age tech lmao

Clement walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, shutting it with a loud bang. He snapped the can open and drank down the contents until it was almost finished. He wiped the back of his mouth, setting the can down before picking up the blunt from where he had set it down on the glass table in the middle of the room.

He took a long drag. He hummed a little tune off key and sat down on the armchair, one leg stretched out on the table and the other bent up. He was in his tight white underwear and red kimono. He burst out into song and pretended to play air guitar.

He checked his watch and realised it was time to pick you up from work. He slipped on a pair of dark jeans and a colourful shirt with his boots. Today he was driving a green Range Rover that he got not too long ago. He liked how his mixtapes sounded on the old stereos but you got him into recording it on a USB that he could play through the car speaker.

You were really invested in helping him with his sound, encouraging him and getting him the latest equipment to record it. He placed the USB into the slot, the chain you made him with a little microphone and an electric guitar dangling as he put the car into gear. He sang as he drove, fingers tapping on the wheel.

You walked out of the building just as he finished off the last note of the second song on his setlist. You chuckled as you set your work bag into the backseat and climbed into the passenger side. Clement looked up at you and smiled.

"Hey baby. You missed me? How was work?"

"It was okay. I missed you so much. I need some Clement cuddles."

"C'mere then." He patted his lap.

His legs spread, his arms open to receive you. You raised your brow at him.

"Right here?" You questioned. "In the middle of the parking lot?"

"We can always find a place quieter?"

***

You curled into his lap and immediately nuzzled into his neck. His scent and the warmth of his body was calming after a stressful day. His large hands firmly gripped your waist to pull you closer. He murmured sweet things to you. How he missed your body on his. How you were his perfect boy, how he couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Please, baby," he begged. He needed you.

"I got you, Clem."

His hands roamed your body before landing on your thighs. He gave it a hard squeeze before slipping under your shirt to feel your stomach. He ran his blunt nails down your back, his breath heavy and already panting in your ear. You could feel him hard against you and you moaned at the feeling. You rolled your hips into him, hands gripped his shoulders. His body was hot on your skin. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your pants.

“God, you’re so hard for me.”

He thumbed your clit which pulsed under the pad of his thumb as he circled you. You maneuvered so that you slipped off your pants and underwear, sitting yourself on him again. He grinned at you. His eyes were dark in arousal, his hands held your waist as you eased in you inch by inch. His head fell back against the headrest with a thump. His eyelashes fluttered and his mouth opened on a moan.

“You feel so good, baby. My boy is always so tight for me.”

He looked so beautiful like this. Hair spiked up, eyes glistening blue, his lips moaning your name. You hand circled his neck to hold onto him as you worked yourself on his cock, grinding and rolling your hips in the way you knew he liked. He gasped out loud. His fists pulling at your t-shirt. You watched as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing hard, his jaw tightened as pleasure coursed through him.

“You’re so good. Clement loves when you ride him like this. Anyone could walk past us. Even the police. You’d like to get caught, wouldn’t you?”

You moaned, fucking down onto him harder as he thrust up. The car grew warm as your bodies grew sweaty. Soon, he was spilling inside of you, biting his tongue down on a moan as he came. You followed after, squeezing his neck a bit as you relaxed against him.

He chuckled into your hair and kissed your forehead.

#clement mansell #boyd holbrook #justified: city primeval #clement x trans masc reader #my writing

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