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Ear to the door
Ellie Williams x fem! Reader
Summary: Ellie is your best friend and you just so happen to be in love with her. After an afternoon of working out together you go back to your apartment to “cooldown” only issue is Ellie hears something she wasn’t meant to hear.
Warnings: smut, smut, smut, eavesdropping, voyeurism? Kind of mutual masturbation but not really.
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You shouldn’t be doing this. You really shouldn’t be doing this. Ellie is your best friend, best friends don’t do this. You ignore the thoughts running through your head and add another finger to your soaked pussy. Fuck you really shouldn’t be thinking about Ellie, your best friend while you fuck yourself. But damn all you can think about is how she looked in the gym earlier, her lean muscles rippling under her sweat glistened skin, the little grunts she would make as she lifts a particularly heavy weight, the way she’d use the bottom of her tank top to wipe the sweat from her forehead giving you a perfect view of her lean muscled abdomen.
You’ve had a crush on your best friend for a while now but you just couldn’t take it anymore. Especially after spending a whole gym session and lunch soaking wet. As soon as you got home you showered and fell into bed with two fingers on your clit and Ellie in your mind.
You couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty right now no, right now it just felt too good. The only way it would feel better is if Ellie’s fingers were the ones in your cunt.
Ellie used the key you gave her to open your apartment, you left your hoodie In her car and she wanted to return it. She knew it was your favorite hoodie so you’d definitely notice if it was missing so that’s why she stole one you wear often enough but wouldn’t necessarily notice it missing.
You see Ellie had a big secret as well. She was absolutely and unapologetically in love with her best friend. Which luckily happens to be you. She wants to just tell you, be honest with the thoughts the plague her every second of every day but she just can’t. She can’t risk losing you so if she just has to be stuck in the friend zone then she’ll do just that.
Ellie was excepting to see you in the living room but you weren’t there, not in the kitchen either, the shower was off and the bathroom door was open. But your bedroom door was closed, she was about to knock on the door when she heard a noise from with in. It sounded like a groan she was a getting worried, she listened closer to make sure you were ok when she heard in again. It was a groan, but definitely not a groan of pain.
Ellie felt her face flush, she should really leave. She wasn’t meant to hear this and she’d just be disrespecting your privacy until she heard it. “Ellie”
That was her name. You were touching yourself. While moaning her name.
Her mouth went dry and all moisture immediately went south, she couldn’t feel herself getting wet already.
Fuck you were touching yourself and thinking of her, god she always felt guilty when she fucked herself at night with your name on the tip of her tongue, but knowing you did the exact same turned that guilt in to burning hot need.
Ellie sat the hoodie down and put her ear against the door. She knew she really shouldn’t do this but she couldn’t help herself. She needed to hear you.
She could hear the wet squelch of your pussy through the door, fuck you were soaked and all for her.
She stuffed her hand in her sweatpants and boxers her fingers instantly going to her clit, fuck she was soaked too. All for you.
She rubbed her clit in fast circles with her ear pressed to the door listening to the little gasps and whimpers you made. The way you’d gasp or whimper her name followed by a pathetic little moan. Fuck she wasn’t going to last long and judging by the way your pussy and moans have gotten louder neither will you.
“Fuck Ellie ‘m gonna cum” you moaned out so lost in your fantasy you haven’t realized you were moaning her name aloud all you can think about is how her fingers would feel deep inside you. Your legs were shaking, your back was arching, your hand was covered in slick. “Ellie, ellie, ellie…” your moans crescendoed
“That’s it baby cum for me” Ellie whispered outside the door as she listened to your gasp that cut off into a pornographic worthy moan as you kept saying her name over and over as you came. Fuck what she wouldn’t give to see you right now.
Ellie could feel the knot tightening in her stomach, she bit her fist as she rubber her clit. Her vision went white as she came listening to your whimpers of aftershocks. She felt her cum soaking into her boxers and her fingers were covered.
Ellie heard you whisper a broken “oh my god” and that sobered her up.
She just listened to her crush best friend cum, without her permission. Shit Ellie had to go before you came out and saw her by the door. She took her hand out of her pants and wiped her fingers on her sweats before leaving your hoodie on the couch. She quickly left making sure she quietly closed the door.
Both of you had the exact same thought at the exact same time. “Fuck.”
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A/N: Don’t eavesdrop on people while they tickle their pickle. Also hope you enjoyed this, I’m so great full for all the love everyone has given to my other fics i appreciate every single one of you💖
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Love me back ⊹ ♡
Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/ afab!reader.
Summary: inspired by love me back by fromis_9. You moved to your new house thanks to college, and one day, as you were preparing to deliver a gift to your neighbour, you encountered said person, Kageyama Tobio. After that, you keep longing to bump into him and slowly get him to correspond to your feelings. But when that does not happen, you plan a scheme with your best friend as the ultimate test to see if Tobio likes you or not.
warnings/tags: afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Neighbours to lovers. Kageyama really is bad at expressing love. Reader is head over heels. A little bit of physical descriptions but nothing specific like hair color, length, etc. You use Oikawa Tooru to make Kageyama jealous. Oikawa is your best friend.
notes: I wanted to write this since so long ago, Kageyama is one of my favorite boys. As always, this was not proof read so I apologize for any bad grammar. Not necessary but english is my second language so have that in mind while reading. As always my AO3 is here (I post there first).
wc: 2,500
It was so utterly frustrating having to look at him all day long, knowing how your heart wanted to escape your ribcage every time you exchanged glances with his dark ocean eyes. You longed to see him every day, whether the sun was at its highest or lowest. You wanted to see him. For him to notice you and to exchange more than just “Hi” or “How are you?”. You’re sure you would have a stroke if he ever said something related to your outfits, which you carefully picked whenever you were going to “accidentally” bump into him.
Being neighbours with Kageyama was going to be the death of you. Your anxiety went through the roof when you thought about him, which was no bueno. Your cortisol levels were so high that your therapist advised you to finally blurt out a confession to him so you could be let out of this misery. But no, you were not that kind of girl anymore. All your life, you were the one who always had to confess to everybody, and you hated not being the one being confessed to. This had a huge impact on your self-esteem and made you doubt if you were loveable enough to be even considered a lover.
You were a nice lover, you thought. It isn’t like you haven’t dated anyone before this crush. Your first boyfriend, Marco, was a nice guy™ and you two had a very nice relationship. The thing is, your first relationship was just nice—not passionate, not vehement, not ardent, not fervent—nothing. Just nice. And it was rare to feel what you felt towards Kageyama; you were sure it wasn’t just infatuation; you could already feel what it really was and what it really meant.
You were Kageyama’s right-side neighbour. You moved by yourself, next to where he lived, a few years ago because of college. You met him on your second day in your new home. He was returning from practice; he looked sweaty and tired. He had a jacket that said “Japan” on it, a volleyball ball on his right hand, and his sports bag on his shoulder. His hair was dark and messy, giving him a certain kind of freshness. You were casually walking towards his house, a friendly gift on your hands, hoping to form good bonds with your neighbours.
He observed you carefully and analyzed you, as if he were searching for something else behind your clear intentions. He did not smile at you, but he did stop walking to face you fully, silently questioning you. So you nervously replied:
“I’m…I’m your new neighbour!” You tried not to yell, but your words came out a lot louder than you intended to. This made you feel wobbly, with the tray in your hands threatening to fall to the ground. “I made some strawberry shortcake for you.” You pointed with your head towards the tray; it was a cute, soft pink platter with a ribbon design. It was trembling slightly thanks to your jitters.
“Thank you.” He bowed towards you, his hair moving with its movements. You paid attention to how his muscles flexed and then relaxed, creating wrinkles in his jacket and sports shorts. “I’m sorry, I don’t have anything for you.”
“That’s not necessary; this was just a small gesture. You dont have to give me anything, really.” You blurted your verbiage out without thinking. What was going on? You usually weren’t this awkward with people. You had confidence, which you slowly but surely cultivated through the years, and it was really hard for your ego to accept that a mere boy could have this impact on you.
He was a handsome boy with knowing eyes; his eyes were hungry to analyze the world around him, and the profound, dark blue ocean that his eyes were had you wanting to explore every nook and cranny in them. He was taller than you—almost 20 centimeters taller, giving him a certain kind of power over you. He had a toned and muscular figure, which coincided with the fact that he was a volleyball player, which you admired. You guessed he played in the Japanese volleyball league, making him a professional at what he did. And that was so interesting.
It just occurred to you that he perfectly could have rejected your dessert, given the fact that he needs to eat well and your shortcake was considered junk food. This fact struck your heart like lightning, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to pass him the tray. It seems you were in awe for too long because he gave you a frown.
“Right, sorry, here you go.”
"Later.” He said while walking towards his house, leaving you perplexed.
That was the first time you two had any interaction. You took every opportunity you had to talk to him: sometimes you needed sugar, other times you needed a kitchen supply he had, and one time you needed help grabbing something from the top of your kitchen cabinets that you couldn’t reach. Other times you nonchalantly waited outside your home, seemingly sweeping your entrance, while you knew he would return from practice around this hour.
One particular time, he looked strangely dazed and out of tune, which you knew (by observing him so much) was weird. You had your broom on your hand, and the leaves in the cement were in a little pile right to your feet. You kept looking at him without a care in the world, scrutinizing him. This did not go unnoticed by him.
“Do I have something in my face?” He straightforwardly said, making eye contact with you. His back was ever so slightly arched and his hair was sticking to his forehead. His blue eyes were lit up with annoyance.
“Kageyama-kun, are you alright? You look out of it.” Worry seeped out of your words, a tender breeze brushing your hair.
“N—no! I mean, yes! I’m fine” He replied a little bit flustered, like he didn’t expect you to read him so well.
You left your broom on the side of your fence and you started walking towards him until you faced him. Face to face, he had to arch his back a little bit more to look at your eyes, which were full of a weird determination.
“Kageyama-kun I know I’m not your friend, but I can help you if you desire; I’m right next to you, and I swear I will do my best.” You stated that you were dead set on helping him out; even if he rejected your offer, you wanted to let him know you were worried about him. The sun shone on the right side of his face, highlighting his skin in a dance of light and shadows. This made time slow down around you, leaving just the two of you in this odd bubble you created.
“I…” He pouted, averting his gaze from yours as he frowned. “I just had a bad practice, that’s all.” He reluctantly said it in a mumble.
With all the will and courage you could possibly muster up, you walked even closer to him and gave him a big, tight hug, mumbling in a low and serene tone, “You’re still an amazing player.”
He trembled and then squished out of your hug, flustered. “I know!” he yelled, pointing to you with his index finger. ”I won’t lose!”
Kageyama was never socially good, and he was even less good with friends. So he did what he knew best: yell and challenge. You stood still, thinking you fucked up, your feelings bubbling in the pit of your stomach as anxiety started to gain a strong presence in you.
“S—sorry.” You muttered before walking rapidly towards your home, obviously not before taking your broom with you. You stopped on your heels, turned towards him and gave him a bow “Excuse me!” You yelled, leaving him there.
And after that, you both exchanged conversations that tacitly had something behind them. You sometimes thought Kageyama hated you and other times that he merely had to stand your presence, but once you thought he saw you as something else. You wanted him to look at you the way you looked at him, to long for your presence like you did his, to analyze your figure and eyes like you did his. To invite you on a damn date! If he didn’t hurry, you were going to finally accept the advances of a guy at your college.
In the battle of egos, you were not going to lose; you had a strong resolve, and that was: Kageyama had to confess to you. And it is not like you didn’t do anything to achieve this; you kept giving him gifts and kept advising him when he looked troubled. You secretly loved when he gave you attention, even if it was just crumbs. You had the opportunity to know a little bit more about him in every exchange you guys had, craving every chance you had of getting his attention. The feeling of his eyes on you, looking at only you with a certain kind of intent.
This went on for about six months—six long months of crumbs. And you were so not having it that you managed to get Kageyama’s phone number and his socials (you always waited for him to text or call you, but he never did, so you reluctantly had to be the one to initiate the conversation), but even then, you were not certain as to what he felt for you. Did he love you as well? Did he hate you? You were so nervous, uncertainty filling your body to the brim.
So, you decided to do a scheme with your best friend, Oikawa Tooru. This was evil in many ways, as you knew the rivalry Tobio had with your best friend. You met Tooru on a trip to your aunt’s house in Miyagi, and after a weirdly funny encounter, you two hit it off as best friends. You rarely met, but this was no excuse for how close you two grew together. It really was a coincidence that the “stupid setter from Karasuno” that Oikawa often talked about turned out to be Kageyama, which was stupidly funny.
You definitely were not the type to do these type of schemes, but you were desperate. You needed at least a glance that said I love you—a lovingly full of attention glance. And this fact also ashamed you; a guy had you craving attention; he had you in the palm of his hand, and he was so oblivious to it. This simply made you furious; you were not one to give into a guy this easily, and it made you angry that he didn’t show any signs.
So, you decided to carry out your plan. You called Oikawa and discussed with him:
“Tooru-chan, accept, please.” You pleaded.
“Using me! Huh! And to make Tobio-chan jealous! Him, of all people!” He said, frustrated and a little bit offended. “Why him, dear? Why him?”
“Please, Tooru, he means a lot to me.”
“But he is an idiot if you have to go to these lengths to get his attention.” He scolded you.
“But, Tooru, I love him!” You cried over the phone.
There was a brief silence on the other line; you could only hear the faint sound of static.
“You are lucky I’m in Japan right now.” He said, resigning to your plan.
“I love you, Tooru! You’re amazing!”
Happily, you hung up the phone. The plan was as follows: he was going to pick you up for a “date” at the time Tobio arrived home from practice, and then you two were actually going to go out because Oikawa asked to at least have some real time with his best friend. So you texted him with the date and time he had to be at your front door. You insisted on him looking extra handsome that day and reacted with, “I’m always extra handsome! >:c” .
When the day came, you decided to pamper yourself. You wore makeup today; you wore a light pink eyeshadow that highlighted your eyes, applying a little bit of glitter at the center of your lid. You carefully placed your blush to make you look naturally flushed. You did your winged liner and used mascara. You successfully enhanced your natural beauty. You left your hair down, as it was what you were most comfortable with. You wanted to look cute, so you picked a white, flowy dress that made you shine. You paired it with black Mary Jane shoes and white socks, as well as a pearly necklace with a purple gem.
At six thirty, your door bell rang and a text bubble appeared on the screen of your phone: “Open the door, dummy.” . And so you hurried up. You put your phone in your black purse and grabbed a black jacket to pair your dress with. You ran downstairs towards the door and opened it very happily.
“Tooru!” you exclaimed, excited. As you hugged your friend tightly, you peeked over his shoulder and saw Kageyama’s figure approaching. You whispered, "Ok, Tooru, let’s do it. Kageyama’s coming”
You knew you were going to get a reaction from him, but not this one. He stopped, looking between you and Oikawa; he got the clue instantly as he saw you both well dressed. You could swear you saw fire coming out of him.
“Oikawa.” He said it in a low tone, angrily.
“Tobio-chan!” He cheerfully replied.
“What are you doing with her? How do you know her?” He blurted out, arching his brow, walking closer to you.
“Going on a date. Not that its any of your business.” Oikawa gave him an annoyed smile.
“No, you’re not.” You swear you and Oikawa are still in your places, surprised by this. Your heart started to race.
“You’re not fair!” You yelled at him, feeling overwhelmed. “You ignore me, then forbid me from going on a date?”
“I…its just…I." He started.
“You what?”
He then walked towards you fully, and taking you by the shoulders, he kissed you passionately. His hands were not moving, and you were so stunned that it took you a second to correspond with him. Oikawa stood still, a little awkward. He decided to slowly walk towards your door and leave you two to it. He was still going to have his time with you nonetheless.
“Oikawa is not the right guy for you. I am. I think I love you. I want you.”
You didn’t say anything, as those words were the one thing you wanted to hear the most, for the longest of times. And you had it now, and it felt amazingly odd; it was a new feeling that meant your love was reciprocated.
“Oikawa is my best friend. I love you, idiot.”
And then you hugged him, and this time he hugged you back.
Thank you for reading <3
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I Want To Be Your Lover
[Colt Seavers x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You’ve always felt something for Colt, resorting to a friendship as he is completely unaware. But when he comes knocking at your door… it’s hard to not connect reality to fantasy {GIF Creds: @colt-and-jody // Please go and watch the edit they made of Colt + Jody. Literally Amazing 🤩}.
WC: 2199
Category: Slight Fluff + Spice/Lime, First Kiss, {TW: Mentions of Murder}
Obsessed… I’m so obsessed with him…
FALL GUY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
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His hands grasped your face as he pulled you close, your heart pounding, breath quickening. The way he could pull you up onto him without warning and how it was so effortless. The way he'd hold your thighs around him as he made out with you, his hands traveling up your thighs, then under your shirt, touching your bare back, your waist, your chest.
Then he'd lean into your ear, those stupid lips kissing the bottom of it, gently, delicately, but firm and knowing. It was the way he'd whisper something so unserious that would almost turn you off him for a minute, but then he was smiling with those stupid dimples, eyes sparkling like the stupid sea, and you couldn't help yourself from melting all over again.
That’s what you believed about Colt Seavers. That was the dream, the fantasy, the perfect little love story between the two of you; that was the life you'd created in your head. He was the love, the life, the future.
But the sad truth was, it was only a dream because the real Colt Seavers was painfully oblivious.
He would laugh, smile, and give you that wink that was meant to be sexy but was actually kind of stupid, and then he'd be gone, and you'd be left with that aching in your heart.
The one that showed the fact that you were a friend, nothing more. A good friend, a best friend, someone to be close to, someone to talk to, but not someone to love. Not the way you loved him.
So you would often find yourself in your head, where it was safe, where there were no consequences. Because in your mind, Colt did notice you, he did care, and he did love you back. In your mind, he'd wrap his strong arms around you and kiss you with all the passion that you'd wanted for so long.
In reality, you'd be walking along beside him, listening to his voice, laughing at his jokes, and wishing that he would see you, the real you, and not just the friend.
And then, one night, it was as though the angels had heard your prayer.
You were sleeping, probably dreaming of Colt if you were honest, when you were awoken by knocks at your door. At first, you thought it was your imagination, or the wind, or whatever, but it happened again, and you groaned, throwing the covers off you and shuffling your way to the front door.
When you opened it, you were surprised to see Colt standing there, looking as if he had gone through hell and back. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had the most pitiful expression on his face.
You stared at him for a moment before speaking.
"Colt…?” You still couldn’t believe it was him. “What’re…what're you doing here?"
Colt shrugged and looked down. "Can I… uh, spend the night? Here?"
Your mind immediately went straight to the gutter. The two of you, alone, in your home, late at night, and no one around.
Yes, yes, yes.
But you weren’t completely lost to him. You were still aware of the situation and the fact that you had no idea what was going on.
You raised an eyebrow at him. "Don’t you still have a hotel room? Since you’re working?"
He started at you, blinking, while you waited for an answer. He seemed almost taken aback by your response, but he didn’t seem surprised.
In fact, his expression turned a bit sheepish. If it weren’t for the fact that it was late and that you were so confused, you would have found it adorable.
"You haven’t watched the news yet, have you?" He asked.
You frowned. "No. Why?"
“Good, that means you’ll let me in."
Before you could reply, he took the opportunity to step inside. You watched him, eyes wide, as he made his way into your kitchen, opening the refrigerator, pulling out a drink, and grabbing a slice of pizza from your leftover box.
It wasn't until you heard him groan that you snapped out of it.
"Colt? What are you doing?"
"Eating,” he said with a mouth full of pizza. He was sitting on your kitchen counter. “God, I miss this, and I don’t know why."
Sometimes, your crush on him was questionable, especially times like this.
"That's great," you rolled your eyes. "But why are you here? And what about the news?
He paused for a second and then looked at you, eyes soft, a small, apologetic smile on his face. It almost melted your heart.
You didn’t even realize the fact that he was soaked until that moment. And was he… was he bleeding?!
"Colt, are you—”
"I’m wanted for murder, which, to set the record straight, I did not do," he answered, taking another bite of pizza.
"Wanted for—what?!" You practically shrieked.
He held his hand up to stop you and finished his bite of pizza before speaking again.
"I know, I know. Crazy, right? This pizza, by the way… amazing. Where did you get it from? Dominos? This… This is what heaven tastes like, I think. It's gotta be.”
You were stunned. Speechless. Absolutely flabbergasted.
He didn’t even seem to notice your distress as he hopped down from the counter and threw the now-empty pizza box into the garbage.
"Long story short, the world thinks I’m dead after Tom — who turns out to be even more of an asshole than I thought — tried to have me killed to be the fall guy of his murder. Didn’t work, obviously, but it's not like he knows that."
He continued talking, but at this point, you had zoned him out. Your head was spinning, and you could barely keep up with him as he paced around your kitchen.
"So, anyway, I got away, and now I have to stay hidden and all that jazz. Hence, why I'm here, I couldn’t go anywhere else. I figured you would let me crash here tonight. I hope that's cool. And hey, if not, then that's fine; I can… find a ditch of something to sleep in, or a hay bail, or a cow shed, or whatever. It's cool."
You still couldn’t process it. None of it made sense. You weren't sure if you were dreaming or not. Maybe it was a nightmare. You had been thinking of Colt all night, and now he was here, and everything was insane.
You weren’t even sure if he had stopped talking or not or if he had noticed the fact that you were practically catatonic.
You needed to lie down. You needed to think. You needed to…
You were pulled out of your thoughts by Colt waving his hand in front of your face. A normal behavior for him, but somehow, right now, it sparked something inside of you.
He dropped his hand when he noticed the stare you were giving him. But it wasn’t just any stare, no. It was one that said a million things at once.
And you were sure he saw it because he, too, had a look. One that was much different than the one he normally gave you. One that was a bit more… serious.
His eyebrows were furrowed together, he had a frown on his lips, and his eyes were softer but also darker and deeper. They were the eyes of someone who had gone through some shit. Real shit.
It was a look you'd never seen on him, and you were sure the look you gave him was a first for him, too.
Different reasons, of course.
And for a moment, you had forgotten that this was the real Colt Seavers. Not the one from your fantasies, not the one from your dreams.
But the real Colt.
Which meant you had to take a moment to collect yourself. Acting out and getting all crazy and lovey-dovey wasn't something he needed right now.
"You… can stay. Of course you can," you sighed. "I'm just a bit overwhelmed, is all."
Colt's serious face didn’t drop, but he did nod, understanding.
"Thanks. I'm sorry for barging in here and acting all crazy. It's just I had nowhere else to go, and I figured… you'd be the one to understand."
You smiled softly. "Don’t worry about it, Colt. Seriously. You can’t even kill a bug. So, a murder charge is the last thing I'm worried about."
The corner of his lip twitched into a slight smile. "Did I ever tell you about the time I caught a rat?"
"No. No, you did not."
"Yeah, it didn’t end well.”
“For the rat or you?" You grew a grin on your face.
“I’ll leave that to your imagination," he teased, glancing up at the ceiling. It gave you a chance to examine his face. Messed up and bruised, but it was still him—still your Colt.
"So… the rat won?"
"He put up a good fight, I'll tell you that."
"Did you cry?"
"Nope, I was a total badass."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure. Taylor Swift would be so proud."
"I know she would."
"She'd probably write a song about it."
"Well, duh. Of course, she would. How else would she immortalize our love story?"
It was at this moment that your brain and your heart finally got in sync, and you realized exactly what was happening.
By the time you looked at him, just to see if his tone matched his expression, Colt was already staring at you. And even though he was smiling as he normally would, his eyes were different.
You couldn’t make it out, but something was there. Something that wasn’t usually there but was now, and it wasn’t a nice feeling. It made you feel uncomfortable.
It was the same feeling you had when you caught him talking to girls but then flashed his smile at you. When he'd call you his 'best bud' and then hug you for a little too long.
This was that feeling, but worse. So much worse.
You’d see this part in your dreams, but they usually had a happy ending, one that included a kiss. Well, more than a kiss.
You’d take the initiative, and he’d go along with it, slowly becoming more and more in control until it was him, him, him.
And in the dream, you'd kiss him and feel him on you, his hands traveling up and down your body, his breath hot against your neck, his lips leaving marks all over your skin.
But when you opened your eyes, usually you were back in bed, the fantasy ending. And it was hard not to feel sad.
But, for some reason, when you opened your eyes this time, Colt was still there. And his hands were still touching you, and his breath was still hot, and his lips were still kissing you.
You weren’t sure if this was reality or not. You had dreamed about him so many times it was hard to tell the difference.
But the longer you kissed, the more it felt real.
You had no idea how you got there, how it had happened. All you knew was that Colt's hands were grasping your face, your hands were in his damp hair, his mouth was against yours, and the whole murder thing was forgotten.
And it was a good kiss, too. The kind of kiss that made your toes curl, your body tremble, your mind go blank, and the only thing you could focus on was the craving for more.
It was a desperate, needy, passionate, hungry, messy kiss.
When Colt pulled away, you were breathless, and your head was spinning. Your lips were numb, and you could barely stand, but Colt had an arm around your waist, holding you up, his other hand still touching your face delicately, tenderly.
"That was the best pizza I've ever had," he breathed out. "Ever. In my entire life."
It was at this moment you knew for a fact that this was the real Colt and the real you. And you were both awake, and it was happening.
Colt Seavers, the boy or man you'd loved forever, had finally opened his eyes.
And you were going to kill him.
You were going to actually, truly murder him.
He couldn't kiss you like that and say something stupid like that?
But before you could get a word in, he was kissing you again, and you were melting, and all anger had vanished. A lot of power this boy had over you.
This time, the kiss was different. More controlled, calmer, sweeter.
He took his time and savored every second. It was a lot more intimate, and the hand on your face was gone. Instead, it was on your neck, tilting your head upwards, and his other arm was around your waist, keeping you close.
When you were left breathless, he didn't pull away. Instead, he continued kissing you, his lips traveling down your jaw to your neck.
You gasped, feeling his tongue on your neck and his hands roaming your back. It was the exact fantasy you'd imagined for so long. Except this was so much better.
Because it was real.
It usually takes me about two to three fics before I fully “understand” the character’s personality… and Colt turned out to be MUCH HARDER to write about (I kept rewriting this from the beginning at least 10 times). So, apologizes if you this sucks and is totally ooc 😬😬
I half-heartedly blame it on the fact that my memory is garbage and I’m too broke to rewatch it in theaters.
But, nonetheless, I’m happy to add and help populate the growing fandom — even if this isn’t up to par.
And to everyone who is still reading this, thank you for making me not feel alone with my Fall Guy obsession 🥹🫶
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Sammy x Joey Poly Alphabet
pairing: sammy x reader x joey
warnings: dom joey, switch sammy, mentions cnc
Edited by my lovely girlfriend @specialinterestshows 🥰💜
a = aftercare; what does aftercare look like with them?
Joey and Sammy make sure you’re okay. Sammy gets a bath started while Joey helps you to the bathroom. If Sammy was also subbing, Joey loves to make you both food and get you both drinks before cuddling you. She’ll say that you were both so good for her.
b = baby; how do they feel about petnames/honourifics? do they change when in the bedroom?
Sammy enjoys being called a “kitten” in the bedroom when she’s subbing. When she’s domming, she loves when you call her “Mommy.” Joey prefers to be called “Daddy” or “Sir” when domming. In the bedroom, Sammy and Joey call you names such as: “puppy,” “slut”, “bunny,” and others like that. Outside of the bedroom, they both call you “babe.” and “love.”
c = camera; who likes to send nudes to the others? have they ever made a sex tape - would they ever?
Sammy loves to send nudes to the group chat, especially if it’s to tease you both. She’ll randomly send them when Joey is in public. It gets both of you fucked, so you can’t complain. (But, why would you?)
d = dressing up; how do they feel about lingerie? who likes to wear it for the others?
Joey loves seeing both Sammy and you (if you’re comfortable) in lingerie. She loves buying outfits for you both and she loves taking pictures with her camera of you and Sammy in the outfits she picks out.
e = edging; is anyone into orgasm control? who is on the receiving end?
Sammy and Joey are both into orgasm control and when they’re both domming you, you’re on the receiving end. Sammy is also on the receiving end when she’s subbing, especially since she’s a brat and it’s the best punishment to give her.
f = fair; does anyone like to tease? who doesn’t respond well to it?
Sammy loves to tease you when she’s in a dominant headspace. When she’s in a submissive headspace, she loves teasing Joey. Joey loves to tease you, especially if you get shy easily.
g = good; is praise something that’s used often? who does it have the biggest effect on?
Praise is used often and it affects you the most. Praise gets you going, especially when you aren’t expecting it. When Sammy is subbing and Joey praises her, she gets shy and quiet, as if she wasn’t just trying to be a brat.
h = horny; who gets turned on the easiest/most often? how do they show it?
You get turned on the most, especially since 95% of the time they’re both teasing you together; then Sammy, who gets turned on just as easily as you do when she’s feeling more submissive.
i = instigation; who, more often than not, is the one to instigate sex?
Sammy instigates the most, especially when it’s just the two of you alone. When all three of you are together, both you and Joey instigate sex the most.
j = joker; who stays on the serious side, and who’s more lighthearted?
Joey is on the serious side for the most part, while Sammy is much more lighthearted.
k = kinky; who’s the kinkiest? what are they into, and how do their partners participate (if at all)?
Joey is the kinkiest, but Sammy is also right up there with her. You all will try things for the other, especially if it’s something they haven’t done yet and want to try out.
l = lick; who enjoys giving head? who likes receiving it?
Joey loves giving oral more than receiving, but will never say no to receiving. Sammy prefers receiving over giving.
m = middle; who likes to be in the middle of their partners? on the other hand, who prefers to focus on everyone else?
You prefer being in the middle of Joey and Sammy. Meanwhile, Joey prefers to focus on you and Sammy over herself.
n = no; what’s off the table for each of them?
Anything that makes them or you uncomfortable. Sammy isn’t into CNC at all, so Joey just does it with you when the two of you are alone.
o = overnight; what happens when they’re finished? do they like to turn in for the night, or do they stay up?
After sex is done and everyone is taken care of, Joey often stays up later than both you and Sammy when the two of you are subbing. If Sammy is domming you with Joey, she often stays up later to read or play video games.
p = place; where do they like to have sex? what’s a building/area that’s off limits for one reason or another?
Sex stays in the bedroom and occasionally in the living room (but the living room is off limits at night.)
q = quiet; do they like to have anything on in the background, or do they prefer silence?
It really just depends. Sometimes they want background noise and other times they don’t mind the silence.
r = restraints; does anyone like bondage? who’s the one to tie them up?
Joey is the most into bondage, often tying you and Sammy together when she’s domming the both of you. When she’s domming you with Sammy, she’ll tie you up so they both have easy access to your holes.
s = submission; who likes to submit? what are they like when they do, and what roles do the others assume?
You and Sammy like to submit. You try your best to behave, while Sammy loves to be a brat.
t = toys; are toys used? who uses them on who?
Toys are used almost always. Joey uses them on either you and Sammy, or just you. Sammy just uses them on you.
u = uniform; would they ever roleplay? if so, what’s the fantasy and dynamic?
Joey loves to roleplay, especially CNC scenarios. She has fantasies of breaking into your house and using you against your will. She also loves pretending that you don’t know what you’re doing and that she’s your first.
v = voyeur; does anyone take pleasure in watching everyone else?
Joey loves to watch Sammy fucking you when she’s domming you. She loves seeing how Sammy does when she’s on her own with you, giving her full control of everything. Joey also loves watching Sammy fuck you while she’s being submissive, giving Sammy instructions on how to fuck you. Joey loves getting a good show either way.
w = window; has anyone got an exhibitionist streak? what’s the closest they’ve come to getting caught?
Sammy loves being watched and she loves the idea of being caught. When Sammy took you on a date once, she fucked you in the bathroom. She had to cover your mouth because you were making too much noise.
x = x marks the spot; who knows their partners, and the way to get them in the mood, the best?
Joey knows you and Sammy the best and what gets you both in the mood.
y = yours; what does dirty talk look like for them?
A mixture of both praise and degradation. They both love to tell you exactly what they want to do to you when you’re doing things around the house. Especially when you’re busy reading, knowing that when you’re turned on, you can’t focus on anything other than getting off.
z = zealous; who’s most eager to please?
Sammy, especially when she’s in a submissive headspace. She begs Joey to let her make you come, and Joey just can’t say no when Sammy is being such a good girl for her.
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Daddy’s Girl - Part 2
pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x Stroll Reader
summary: you bring Daniel on the family vacation
a/n: thanks for the request!
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You invited Daniel to the annual winter family vacation, this year to a beautiful beach in Fiji. Lance has finally just come around to the idea of you and Daniel. It’s also Daniel’s first time meeting your mom, Chloe, and her husband Scotty.
“I’m actually a little nervous,” Daniel says as you board one of your families private jets from Australia, opting for a take off time that will have you landing in the morning.
“I promise there won’t be a repeat of the dinner, just be a little more careful than usual since they haven’t met you yet and you’ll be fine,” you sit in the chair across from your boyfriend.
“I can handle it, for a week of relaxation with my girl,” he smiles at you, “and getting to see you in a bikini,” Daniel winks, never missing an opportunity to turn something dirty.
“If you want to see that all you have to do is ask, honey badger. I hope you brushed up your golf skills too, because Dad will probably want you to go golfing with them, and before you ask, no I won’t be there for you to stare at in a skirt,” you tell Daniel, one step ahead of him.
“How do you feel about joining the mile high club?” Daniel asks, his lips close to your ear once you’ve taken off and the pilot turns off the seatbelt light.
“I think it’s a good thing this is an overnight flight,” you reply, heart beating faster.
“Be a good girl for me and go back to that bed made up just for us,” Daniel instructs, the air thickening between you, so you say the one thing that will mess with him.
“Yes, daddy,” you smirk, moving towards the back of the plane where a bed is made up from the couch.
The pilot wakes you up before descent with an announcement, you scramble to get back into your seat and buckled.
“It’s beautiful,” you gasp as you look out at the island.
“Not as beautiful as you,” Daniel compliments, your cheeks flame.
“Danny, shut up,” your laughter fills the plane. It’s not too much longer before you deplane and a short ride gets you to the rented villa.
“Y/n! And you must be Daniel, welcome to the villa, I’m very happy you made it,” your mom greets you with a hug. Daniel goes for the handshake but your mom hugs him anyway. She still comes on the family vacation despite your dad remarrying. His new wife, Raquel, did not join this time, busy back home.
“Thank you for having me, I hope I’m not intruding,” Daniel says, he’s not always the rakish Australian that you love.
“Of course you aren’t, come in, breakfast is almost ready,” your mom shows you your room first, so you can drop your luggage and change before breakfast.
You opt for a bikini covered by a tee and linen shorts, Daniel goes off of your vibe, wearing something he would back home. The best part about the villa is that all the bedrooms are separated from the main living space and yours happens to overlook the beach with its own private patio.
“We’re on vacation, no need to dress fancy unless it’s a special dinner,” you grab his hand and drag him down to the kitchen table. “Sit, I’ll grab us coffee and food,” you smile, he just follows your lead.
“Daniel seems like a nice guy, Dad spoke kindly of him,” your older sister, Chloe says, sliding up beside you.
“The only thing Daddy doesn’t like is his age. Lancie was mad at me for a while, I guess Danny is his rival,” you tell her everything that you’ve said over the phone before.
“Well you look happy, that’s enough for me,” she hugs you.
“How was the flight here?” you ask, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing.
“Good, poor Lance is the only one who doesn’t have a partner here, but it was a long flight. We only got here an hour before you. How was yours?” Chloe wiggles her eyebrows.
“Very nice, shorter than yours because we left from Australia, but I can say that I am a part of the exclusive club. Don’t tell Daddy, he will actually kill Danny,” you look at her and she just smirks.
“Scotty and I did the same thing on that plane, who am I to judge?”
“Girls, once the coffee is done help me carry in the food,” your mom tells you both.
“You take the coffee in, I’ll help Mom,” you tell Chloe, who doesn’t argue. You follow behind her with plates of food, setting them on the table and taking your seat between Danny and Lance.
“Morning, Y/n,” Lance greets you with a tired smile.
“Morning, Lancie,” you take a sip of the coffee Chloe poured you. Breakfast isn’t too eventful, just quiet chatter as everyone is still a bit tired from the flight.
“I’m going to go sleep a little bit, you are welcome to join me,” you tell Daniel, who happily follows you back to the bedroom. You make sure to set an alarm so that you don’t sleep longer than a couple hours, and it doesn’t take you long to fall asleep, the warm ocean breeze combined with Daniel’s superior cuddles knocks you out quickly.
You spend the rest of your day lounging on the beach, catching up with your sister and mom. Daniel is also on the beach, but he’s talking racing with Lawrence, Lance, and Scotty, even though they all promised that they wouldn’t.
As the sun sets, you all sit down for dinner, prepared by the private chef service that is a part of the villa rental.
“Will you pass me the water, Daddy?” you ask your dad, slightly kicking Daniel as he seemed to start reaching.
“Here you are, sweetheart,” it’s a relief that no one noticed Daniel’s reaction. Once you pout your water, you give Daniel an unimpressed look to which he just grins. You would do anything for that smile.
The next couple days are extremely relaxing, spent swimming in the pool, playing on the beach, and a lot of sex. Daniel couldn’t help the last part, have you seen yourself? You are an absolute goddess, plus your sun kissed skin from all the time spent outside, completely irresistible. You felt the same way, the tropical air making his curls bounce, his tan skin and toned abs, you could jump him anytime.
On the fourth day, Lawrence takes the guys golfing and your mom takes you and your sister to a spa to gossip and relax.
“So, when are you joining the married couple club?” Chloe asks as the three of you are in your massage.
“I’m not sure, Daniel is really focused on getting his career back on track, plus it’s nice to just follow him around the world and not be planning a wedding. If it’s meant to be, it will happen, but it’s still pretty early in the relationship and I am a lot younger than him,” you say, not concerned about holding your thoughts back.
“Honey, that doesn’t matter. If it’s right, it’s right. I haven’t seen you happier with anyone else and the two of you look at each other like you are the only ones in the world. Plus from what I’ve heard you tell your sister, you have a very healthy sex life,” your mom adds to the conversation and you lift your head a little to look at her.
“Mom!” you let out a scandalized gasp.
“It’s natural, it’s a good thing. Just wrap it before you tap it,” she brushes it off, savoring the spa experience.
“Scotty and I have been talking to Lance and Daniel. Lance has said nothing but good things about Daniel and Daniel cannot stop telling us about how much he adores you,”
“I would marry him if he asked, all I’m saying is that there’s no need to rush into it,” you defend yourself, putting an end to the conversation.
“Sir, I would like permission to marry your daughter. I’m not going to ask yet, I think it’s better to wait until we’ve been together for a little longer, but your daughter is the one for me. Y/n is perfect in every way and I want to make her happy for the rest of her life,” Daniel says to Lawrence as they stand off to the side, watching Scotty and Lance tee off.
“No,” Lawrence says, wanting to see the drivers reaction.
“I respect that sir, but I do think that Y/n wants to marry me eventually and if that will make her happy then I will marry her despite your wishes,” Daniel sets his jaw, trying to think where he went wrong. Lawrence didn’t see him make a move to grab the water the other night, did he?
“I’m kidding, son. You have my permission, but if you mess it up, I will end your racing career,” Lawrence smiles, happy that his baby girl is happy and found a life partner.
“Thank you, sir. I wouldn’t expect less,” Daniel breathes a sigh of relief.
When the guys get back to the villa, they spot the girls on the couch, wrapped in light blankets, watching old Disney movies.
“You guys took relaxing to heart. I should’ve joined you instead,” Lance quickly makes his way to couch, squeezing in between his siblings.
“Do you girls want wine?” Lawrence asks, an amused smile on his face.
“Yes, Daddy,” you and Chloe purposefully say in unison, watching Daniel and Scotty restrain themselves at the last second.
“Boys, come help me out,” Lawrence tells Scotty and Daniel, not noticing their reactions.
The next day, you, Daniel, and Lance join Chloe and Scotty on a guided hike. Lance, being the only single one, is relegated to photographer unless it a a group photo that the tour guide offers to take.
On the last day, there is a rain storm, so you spend the day inside playing card games and reading. Like always, you never want to leave, even if you are going back to Monaco.
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y/nstroll the kids go hiking in Fiji, what pretty views☀️🌊
user1 I think the Stroll girls have a thing for Australians
danielricciardo the best view was sitting beside me
y/nstroll shut up 😭🫶
user2 oh to be an F1 driver or heiress going on winter break
chloestroll this is my petition for a kids only family vacation soon
lancestroll i second that
scottyjames i third that
danielricciardo i fourth that
y/nstroll guys this is why we have a group chat (let’s book one right now)
claireannstroll my babies ❤️
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So, rockabye, baby
Paring: Agent Whiskey x Female reader
Summary: You and Jack being happy and having 4 babies aka dear cowboy having the big happy family he deserved.
Word counting: 1.1k
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: Heart aching fluff, it's implied that reader is in her late 30s-early 40s.
A/N: First of all, we'll pretend we haven't saw anything in case I have made any mistakes while calculating the kids' ages, I'm horrible with any kind of math. Since the very moment I saw @mothandpidgeon's Mother's day challenge I knew I had to write something involving Jack and babies hahaha. Yes, this was named after the masterpiece "Rockabye" by Clean Bandit and Anne-Marie.
Divider from: @saradika-graphics
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Even before you got married, you knew you wanted at least one baby and the idea was completely encouraged by Jack. At the moment you saw yourself tucked on the bed with your small baby girl in your arms giggling while her father squeezed her chubby little cheeks, you knew that Katherine wouldn’t be a single child and, as you imagined, when your daughter was two and half once again you saw yourself smashing Jack’s hand while pushing your second baby. Oliver came to the world completely healthy and looked like his dad as much as Katherine, except for his eyes that definitely were yours.
On a random rainy evening, while you and Jack carefully moved the babies to their beds for a little nap, again you felt reality hitting on you fully, making you admit to yourself that maybe wouldn’t be that bad to have another little one around the house, but at that point, you weren’t sure if Jack would engage the idea, since you two haven’t established a specific number of kids you’d like to have. Being no surprise at all Jack emphatically agreed with another baby, already getting excited about it, even with Oliver being only 4 months old.
When Katherine was 6 and Oliver was 3, once again you and Jack were dealing with tummy aches and night shifts with your chubby newborn Amelia, a perfect copy of you with Jack’s eyes, she was the loudest of the babies, even though she was still pretty quiet for a newborn.
“We’re too good at making beautiful babies.” Jack said with a melted smile while observing you nestling Amelia in your arms as she started to fall asleep.
“I can’t disagree.” You chuckled and looked at him, smiling with his expression.
“We should make another one.” He mentioned while caressing Amelia’s tiny head,
“I don’t know. I getting old to this.” You admitted while looking back at your baby.
“It’s up to you, honey. If you want three more babies, fine, if you want to stop here, fine either.” Jack assured and leaned to kiss your forehead.
“We can go back to this matter when she’s a bit older.”
And it happened exactly like that.
At the moment Amelia was 3 and half years old, you and Jack talked about it once more, pondering all the possibilities and getting to an agreement: if you didn’t get pregnant until the end of the year, Jack would, at last, get a vasectomy and the two of you would be fine with your three babies if you ended up pregnant, he would get the sterilization either way and both of you would be more than happy with another little one on the house.
There was no pressure on the process, both of you knew that at your age fertility tended to start to decrease and were fine about it, what didn’t prevent you and Jack from having a lot of hopes, and it probably worked, because not even two complete months after the decision being made and once again you were running to Jack to tell him you were pregnant. Eight months later the little Barbara, an equal mix of you and Jack, was sleeping peacefully on her crib while her siblings watched in complete silence to no disturb her.
You woke up that morning after realizing that Jack wasn’t in bed, which wasn’t such a rare event since he used to get up earlier than the chickens just to make sure he would have enough time to shave and groom his mustache before the day started. You still were lazy and slightly asleep, but you could hear the slight buzz near the bedroom door and Jack’s voice quietly saying something like “Y’all try to keep the turmoil under control, please.”. Right after that, you heard the door being opened and the steps of your four kids getting close, making you realize it was Mother’s Day morning.
Katherine, at the plenty of her 12 years was the first one to get tucked on the bed and hold you, right after her, your nine-year-old Oliver nestled against you either, Amelia found a space to make herself comfortable with all the morning energy of a six-year-old, and Barbara, after a couple of squeaked pleas for the help of her dad, got up on the bed too, moving the better her little 2 and a half-year-old body could.
“May I be informed on what y’all are involved?” you asked playfully, managing the best possible to cuddle all your babies “This includes you.” You said while looking at Jack lying next to you and the kids.
“Just making sure daddy will give us a moment alone with you for at least five minutes.” Katherine said promptly with that smug mocking tone that made her sound very much like Jack.
“Yeah, he don’t understand what’s space.” Oliver reaffirmed his sister’s statement as always since they made quite a great duo.
“Thank you very much for the consideration.” Jack retorted while doing his best to try to sound serious.
“It’s true, daddy. Y’need to leave more momma time for us.” Amelia cooperated with her siblings, making you smile with how thick her southern accent was at that early age, another thing besides her eyes that she got from Jack.
“Kathy, Kathy.” Barbara mumbled while nudging her sister, making Katherine turn her head to look.
“What’s the urgence, little Egyptian plague?” the baby laughed at her sister’s bored tone, Katherine loved Barbara more than anything and anyone and would fight everyone, including you and Jack to defend the baby, but her personality wouldn’t let her use friendly cute nicknames with the little one.
“Help.” Barbara said while stretching out her little arms, wanting a little hand to get closer to you since she couldn’t climb up her siblings.
“You’re a pain in the ass, hum?” Katherine rolled her eyes while grabbing Barbara and placing the little one between her and you “Now stop disturbing.” Katherine said in her usual bored tone when talking to Barbara and finished the phrase by kissing the baby’s head.
“Y’all have way too much of the personality of me and your father.” You concluded the obvious and laughed shaking your head.
“Something has to go wrong, right?” Jack joked while getting snuggled with you and the kids.
“He didn’t remain away for five minutes, did he?” Oliver asked as he saw his father joining the collective hug.
“Definitely not.” Amelia affirmed as if it was stupidly obvious, making all of you laugh.
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I was tagged by @swanhild and @gardensofthemoon to share a bit of a current WIP, thank you so much!! <3 I've been working on a "quick oneshot" that got entirely out of hand, of Fingon in the aftermath of Fingolfin's death, with a bit of getting back together Russingon vibes. I am hoping to finish the first draft this week, even if that took roughly 15k words more than I wanted it to lmao
It is midday by the time they ride out of the courtyard, the late March day crisp but fair.
They have a small guard with them that keeps its distance, and the fresh air and open sky already make Fingon feel more alive and solid.
“So, what’s the plan then?” he finally asks, once they have made it down from the mountain that Himring towers on. “Wasn’t most of the surrounding lands overrun?”
Maedhros glances at him, comfortably letting his horse find its way while keeping his hand loosely on the reins.
He has always been a good rider, and like with almost everything else, he had only doubled down on regaining that skill in the aftermath of Thangorodrim.
“It was, yes, everything but Himring. But we successfully closed the Pass of Aglon again not long ago, even as my brothers have stayed in Nargothrond. Tyelko, of course, always had hunting lodges up there, so I thought it might be a good choice. Whether we’ll be hunting game or Orcs I cannot tell you yet, but then, I have an inkling that you might not exactly mind getting to kill some Orcs.”
Fingon grins, helpless against the surge of affection. “Is that your idea of an apology?” he teases.
Maedhros grins back. “I don’t know; is it working?”
“Haven’t decided yet; might be a start, though.”
He is lying, of course. They are way past the start. He watches Maedhros, tall on his horse and armour gleaming in the early light of the year; watches him and thinks of the way he had yielded to every one of Fingon’s demands these last few days; watches him, the easy way he talks of his lands and the future and how Fingon will fit right into it, and is reminded of something he has learnt to be true a very long time ago.
There is nothing he would not forgive Maedhros. It stopped scaring him just about as long ago.
No pressure tagging @kairenn-n @insane-ohwhyfandoms @melestasflight @mirkwood and @softest-punk, and anyone who would like to! Would love to see what you're working on <3
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there's so much to expand on wrt helena's day job being a public school teacher and the role adding this tenderness to a character whose seeming roughness gets read as uncontrollably violent (a convo for another day). the huntress to helena is fueled with so much inner strife, part of it is putting a tangible mask on something she was doing throughout her teenage and young adulthood, going from protecting herself to protecting the vulnerable. her choosing to be a teacher further roots her in the community that she aims to protect and allows her to become the helping hand she needed as a kid. her being a teacher makes her character so much more compelling, marking her compassion and desire to be there for children esp., as a trait that exists beyond the mask. (imo this also allows a deg. of character development with what the mask is to helena; moving between a means of revenge, idealization of her strengths, to a tool to be there for when blood cries) although bat editorial has never fully understood her (some of that misunderstanding is played up solely to rehash conflict between her and the other bats), there is something about the lack of “screentime” helena’s day job gets and desire to have these figures protecting gotham but no desire to tell the stories of the people/communities that make up gotham.
#even though huntress vol.1 was incredibly dark/disturbing and has got a good couple parts that didn’t age well. it provided#so many sub stories abt the people in nyc. those who could and couldn't stand up and it made for nuanced stories and for helena to have thi#interesting origin#even the robin stories she was in afterwards!#displaying helena as a teacher provides this heart i feel like we haven’t seen in a while#also on a surface level i miss the quips she made during nightly stakeouts about grading papers. cause like saur true.#and it makes vic feeling bad about not doing something about helena’s job so much more 🥹🥹🥹🥹#him identifying it was something important to her and grounding her…yeah#helena bertinelli
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happy ofmd day to these divorcees
#i haven’t been able to watch what’s out yet 😭#BUT HAPPY OFMD DAY#HELLOOOOOO#ed while buying a wedding dress to marry stede: i am so gonna kill stede actually#ofmd#our flag means death#stede bonnet#ed teach#edward teach#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#heyyyyy#ofmd fanart#our flag means death fanart#our flag means fanart#🤯🤯#sorry this is actually just like. shitty made bc i wanted to post Something but i didn’t really have time to make smthn good lmfao
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we’re back to editing again🚶
#river dipping#i’m still in the very early stages… haven’t even touched liquify and smudge yet#i'm not sure if i'll finish these today or not i haven't decided yet#there's two screenshots but i haven't started on the second one... i'm just gonna edit until i get bored of it#i'm listening to in the dream house by carmen maria machado while working on this and it's really good so far but i knew that it would be#ummmmmm but whenever i get bored of this/finish it i'll be getting back in ts4 to resume working on alessandria's sim#they have very little done to them atm like they hardly even have any skin details on or anything#but rn i'm at a pretty promising place with her sim so!!#and i'll also get in game to take an updated screenshot of this old pose i made for matthias that i've previewed on here a few times#i figure i should probably do something with it already lmao kjndfjcnh but the old screenshots i took have his old eyebrows/nose#so i just wanna update it and edit the screenshots sometime this week too#and then when i'm done with all of that... i will finally get in blender and start making poses again thank god#........but okay that was my update. back to editing and this book
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not me laying here in bed at 5:59am listening to Francesca on loop and full-on crying about how much i love Venti
#heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i#venti#barbatos#genshin impact#francesca by hozier#Seven’s Genshin Commentary#they’re good tears don’t worry. this is a positive post#it’s been nearly two years and the love i hold in my heart for that little God has done nothing but grow and grow#i know this blog’s been dead for quite a while and i haven’t written anything for him in a while but the love never died#i suspect it never will. he’s one of those characers that’ll probably (hopefully) stick with me forever#but good god this song is really making me want to write for Venti again#maybe a sort-of part two(?) for I Lost A Friend…#i was so fixated on a different character when i first heard this song that there wasn’t room in my brain to connect it to Venti#but recently something made me think of the song in the context of Venti#specifically how well it fits for Saoirse and Venti in This Is Unconditional…#i’ve gotta go…#*wipes my tears and opens a google doc*
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naturally i’m gonna be very upset at 6:09 am after an all-nighter over my brother and his actions
#personal#not the middle one we’re okay rn and talking again and he helped me get with my new job#even tho we haven’t spoken about the door and im not supposed to know he paid for it#so good but watch out#the eldest one i’m like hey i was gonna forgive ghosting me or flaking on plans you made with me for our dad#or not communicating that you already got everything done with said dad and all i really knew was my dad asking asking asking for his#eldest son and struggling for an answer for him#and even like not checking on me at all after i got kicked out and bringing a girl back and asking me to pretend to be asleep#god i regret not sleeping in a rest stop like planned that was so much worse#and also you and other brother just ignoring me begging for help telling you i got back into my ed and honestly going through the worst#time of my life also weed dependent to just cope and also my job sucked. minor but still#but again was ready to let it go bc you were so obviously in pain at the funeral i couldn’t be mad at that#but like why. after i offered to clean up after ur dogs did you um. ask me to do it again#then cussed me out after i asked that you don’t ask on the dot of when my shifts end#and then after mom told me i was selfish while struggling with a full time job and taking care of my dying father and struggling with that#and i was just asking what ur living situation was bc i felt like. hm. being told i’m awful for struggling during my dads death is a lot#instead of just saying no you go on a rant about how when we finally want to move in with you you’re doing something else and general#shit giving. instead of again. just saying no. or hell. checking on me.#so it’s like i’ll love you until every star gives out i can’t fucking look at you bc i’m so hurt#we haven’t talked since then and im not gonna hear from him till he asks what i want from christmas or he needs something#christ last time he checked on me was a segway to helping me going about the hoarder house as he loves calling it#i can’t believe i sent him photos of our dads writing saying i love you and his only question was is it still hoarder central#i was gonna type something mean i’m gonna lay down#i don’t want any gifts why would i want a gift. told him that i was hurt and didn’t want a gift my birthday and he responded and it’s gonna#and he’s didn’t respond*#be the same game during christmas#you brought a girl over on such an awful fucking night for me why would i want a gift#and it’s not like he hasn’t been there and doesn’t love me it’s just i’m hurt#and it’s not like he had all this space and my other brother and i never used it! i got kicked out and stayed a night!#other brother moved in with you! sorry circumstances led to me staying longer! just say no!
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I still have 5 hours left in my shift 😭😭😭
#I just….#really wanna go home today#not having a good day. I started my period this morning and then I got to work and found out only me and one other opener were there but our#opening manager wasn’t here yet so she was late and we spent the next 20 minutes rushing to get everything set up before we opened#and then we immediately started getting customers and it’s just been busy and I’m tired and just don’t feel good bc of my period#and then so far I’ve had 2 of my least favorite customers come through the drive thru where I’m working#one is this dude who’s just fucking annoying another is the guy that asked for my number a few months ago who I haven’t seen since I turned#him down so I took his order and then made someone else deal with him at the window#and then it got busy with everyone ordering drinks like hot coffees which meant I had to walk from our drive thru out to the lobby bc my#coffees were out bc everyone wants coffee today but when I would do that I would still have to be taking orders#and then someone cleared a few specialty coffees off the barista screen without making them while the person was sitting in the drive thru#so I had to make those while doing other stuff too and people were asking me questions#and I was just getting very overstimulated and annoyed plus I’m hungry#and I just want to leave and go home and sleep but it’s my best friend’s birthday so she’s probably gonna want to do something later but I#just don’t feel up to it and I know she’s probably ready to hang out because she’s been off for 10 days with Covid so she’s well rested now#for her birthday but 😭😭😭 I just want to crash into my bed so hard and not wake up until noon tomorrow#also the coworker I work with every day and don’t like is here today unfortunately#and also all of the speakers we use to play music in the back are dead right now and I just want to play music#first world problems but I have so little patience today
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the joy and relief, I won’t be working, I’ll be off and free to party soooo hard at the speedy label anniversary
I will not repeat the warpaint after party keira knightley incident again
#I keep just thinking stay calm stay calm Dan Carey is just some guy.#sure ur obsessed w him but stay calm#I bet heartworms will be there#what if grian chatten is there !!!!!!!!!!#or kae tempest#I’m litchrally losing my mind so hard I haven’t been so excited for something in a while#I haven’t been out the whole night since I was at George tavern in june#still bugging my music producer friend to come along#like yah sure u got mega contacts in rap and ur doing so good but bro broooooo ik u wanna move to some indie vibes#if he doesn’t come along I’m gonna have to exercise my rarely used extrovert muscles#I think it’s easier for me to befriend ppl at gigs#but how many people from the label or label alumni are gonna be there help#is the guy who made the speedy playlist gonna be there ????? I just wanna talk bro i just wanna be friends
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Suchhhhhhh a good day
•lovely sunny weather but not too hot
•didn’t have work and don’t have work tomorrow
•took a shower in the morning and had my hair braided right after while still wet
•got bakery goods mmm
•made toffee and chopped some up which was really satisfying
•wore two different comfy cute outfits that I really enjoy and feel myself in
•blasted ridiculous songs on the way back from the bakery and looked ridiculous in a lovely way
•crocheted blanket I’m working on
•DIDNT GET A HEADACHE DIDNT GET A GLINT OF HEADACHE NOT EVEN AN INKLING OF PREHEADACHE
As far as getting things accomplished I didn’t do hardly anything but in the business of enjoying life I excelled today!
#my thoughts#one of the outfits was my carhartt overalls with ny light blue tank top#the other is an athletic tank top with athletic shorts but both actually fit me which I haven’t had any that really fit in years so woooo#oh and it’s a black tank top :) I love wearing black and I thought for a long time it was because wearing color made me anxious#but now that I’m pretty much over that I think I just really love wearing black#I feel sexy in it >:)#saying that as someone who literally never rarely ever feels or is compelled to feel “sexy#I think I’m experiencing something like gender euphoria of late#pardon me for using terms not really suited to my situation I don’t know how else to explain it#but basically I’ve never been enthusiastic really about myself and how I present in the world#being called a woman felt not good. felt like I was not a woman because a woman was supposed to be someone who looked and acted certain#“desirable ways#like I was not what society considered to be a woman. girl was fine I guess and I definitely wasn’t a guy. I just felt like woman was#an incredibly high standard to meet that I did not meet nor really wanted to meet. being called a woman made me internally cringe#I’ve known for a while there’s no right way to be a woman but I think I’ve finally internalized that and am at a point#where I truly love myself and accept myself. and now being a woman seems all right. so being a woman feels euphoric to me#and expressing myself in clothing and other presentations is incredibly fun and feels euphoric#I never really had much of an interest before. probably because I felt like there was some standard I had to meet that I couldn’t and didnt#want to meet. but now I’m discovering what I really like and doing things because it’s fun and silly and goofy and it’s so FUN#anyway. thanks for coming to my ted talk#playing around with gender is beneficial to everyone
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the female main lead halo is getting on my nerves, where the female lead is so oblivious and so out of touch with reality. I swear every guzhuang drama since rebel princess has beeen doing the same thing and it’s lowkey messed up because you’re promoting toxic relationships under the guise of female empowerment; no, it’s just in bad taste
#haven’t felt so strongly about something like this in a while#the sword and the brocade#love like the galaxy#awu made mistakes but she had to face the consequences or at least realize that she was WRONG#god forbid a female lead even doubt whether or not she is making good choices
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