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mclqren · 1 day

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WEST END GIRL ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ alex albon x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!albon!reader [ implied logan sargeant x fem!reader ]

SUMMARY ✦ your brother and his cohort of friends from the f1 grid come to support you on the first night of your big break in the west end [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ bit of a shorter one :) reader is younger than alex, but it's not specified how old she is. i felt it more fitting to make her perform in the uk, so i made her perform in the west end. reader plays eponine in 'les miserables'. the fc i've used is fah yongwaree, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are closed.

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yourusername so...this is my life now?? my first night performing is in two days time, and it still doesnt feel real ❤️

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user1 AHHH LES MIS??

user2 wait who are you playing?? im going to watch!!

yourusername eponine!! hope you enjoy urself, its truly amazing! ❤️

user3 no way she's albon's sister...

user4 i knowww she's so glam

user5 how is alex ur brother

yourusername been asking myself that since birth 🤷‍♀️

alex_albon i was born first??

lilymhe my sister, so proud of you ❤️❤️

yourusername love you lils 💓

alex_albon we'll be there, trust!

yourusername who's we

alex_albon don't worry about it 😉

imessages ( alex )

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alex_albon got to watch my sister in action today in the west end and wow, is she incredible. watch les miserables right now YOU WON'T REGRET IT 🫵🫵

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user6 SHE'S STUNNINGGG??

user7 RIGHTTT?

user8 omg i saw her she was so goodddd

user9 the albon siblings are talented beyond relief confirmed

user10 I NEED TO GO ASAPPPP

user11 NO SAME

user12 bad time to be living in america rn :(

yourusername it was so fun to see everyone tonight! ❤️

landonorris you were amazing y/n!!

charles_leclerc ^^

user13 DID WE MISS A CHAPTER

yourusername the flowers were gorgeousss who told logan my favs were tiger lilies 🥺

logansargeant just intuition 🤷‍♂️❤️ i'll have to get you them again next time!

alex_albon yeah yeah she's still my little sister back up sargeant

carmenmmundt y/n was truly breathtaking 💗

georgerussell63 agreed ^

yourusername MAMA Y PAPA love you guys💓💓

georgerussell63 we're not that much older than you?

yourusername boo dont care still my parents 👎

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yourusername and you're singing the songs, thinking this is the life!

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user17 woweeeee that dress was made for youuuu

user18 IS THAT NOT THE PICTURE THAT ALEX POSTED OF YOU ON HIS INSTA

user19 i think it's from a diff angle though hahaha

yourusername ^ yup!!

user20 AMY MCDONALD THIS IS THE LIFE MENTIONED??

user21 the prettiest princess ever

alex_albon photography credits??

yourusername yeah yeah whatever thanks alex

alex_albon no problem!!!!!! 😁😁

logansargeant all those flowers and not a tiger lily in sight

yourusername still waiting for ur tiger lilies mr sargeant!

logansargeant come to miami and i'll give you some 🫡🫡

yourusername might just have to take you up on ur offer!!

alex_albon um guys can we not

yourusername wdym this is purely friendly?!

alex_albon keep the public flirting to a minimum PLEASE

oscarpiastri where are you finding cars with flowers in it

yourusername london babyyyy!

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yourusername yeah i went to miami but i also got my nails done so what's new really

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user25 miss y/n continues to SERVEEEE

user26 she knows what's up!!

user27 tagging logan on the lilies awww :(

user28 okay but the caption is so real bc the nailsss?? CAN WE HAVE A MINUTE FOR THE NAILS PLEASE

user29 the way we've all decided to just stan alex's sister is everything to me

user30 she IS iconic

lilymhe the way you're wearing my necklace 🥺

yourusername of courseee you gave it to me!!

lilymhe ❤️

landonorris papaya flowers is that a sign or what

yourusername they're TIGER LILIES you idiot and just bc you won doesnt mean im switching sides

landonorris @/oscarpiastri wellll it was worth a try ☹️

logansargeant my flowers made a feature :)

yourusername of course they did i loveee them!

oscarpiastri boo make out already

alex_albon OSCAR I DON'T SUPPORT THAT

alex_albon the red nails im feeling betrayed rn 😔

yourusername switching sides @/scuderiaferrari @/charles_leclerc PLEASE give me a paddock pass thank you!!

scuderiaferrari your wish is our command 🫡

charles_leclerc y/n switching teams 🤣

landonorris oh so you'll switch to ferrari but not mclaren?? okayyy i see

yourusername yeah sorry about that lando 🤷‍♀️

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ham1lton · 3 days

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you said u read ao3 fics! what are your f1 recs?

ahhh!!!!! this is the best question you could have ever asked me like ever i love you so much. i’ve been dying to talk abt this for a hot minute. i opened myself up to any sort of ship mostly because i cared more abt the fic quality then the ship you know? kinda glad i did it because my fav ones are not necessarily ships i am a fan of. it’s really long so i put it under a read more!!

okay so number one has to be the fic that was my first fav f1 fic. this is steal the air out of my lungs (make me feel it). now this has a lot of elements that i love. guy who’s in his own head vs other guy who’s also in his own head but pretends he isn’t. also idk why but i’m always a sucker for a good medical au and this one fucking delivers!!! another maxiel fic i read was three rounds and a sound which has coffee shop owner daniel w/ stressed out student max. a lot of introspection but it’s also unfolding while the romance is. idk i just love this. it’s so good. last maxiel fic is come on, star boy which is a alt universe where daniel is the american guy he always wanted to be and max is the new transfer to his small town’s football team. it isn’t just incredibly written but everyone feels so real and vivid. i can visually see this in my mind everytime i read it. i listened to a lot of ethel cain while reading so that helped. i love this so much and the brocedes in the background?? you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves youuu 🗣️

i’m not really a landoscar girl, i’m gonna be honest. however, where i am going is right where i am, is just incredible. alt universe where the drivers live on a street version of stars hollow? brocedes that influence everything even though they’re long over? charles being insane over max? pierre hating on esteban every second that is possible (i was laughing every time he would just cuss his ass out unprovoked) and annoying george being their street’s version of gilmore girls’ taylor?? what more do u need in ur life?? also oscar in this fic is just my dream man. i think a croissant from him would fix me. actually i read a lot of this author’s landoscar fics and they’re so cute i was sending kudos as much as i can. like almost home! just want to bite them both and put them in my pocket. they’re so obviously in love i want to shake them down and scream and smoosh them together. lawyer!oscar i love you. check out their profile!! incredible writer :)))

i’m also not a galex truther but the two of us, in sympathy is so cute!! rich boy!george with broke junior doctor!alex. george attempting to court alex and just absolutely failing. i love it. they’re such a mess i need them in my life. also this loscar future fic is so intense but incredible. i’m really bad at describing but i binged it on my train home and i was really glad i did - i promised to forget you now.

the reason i even got into f1 aka brocedes. this fic i think was one of the first i read. on the faultline which is just amazing. i can’t recommend it enough. read it if u can. another fav is a brocedes threesome with their toxic fucking each other via proxy aka new money, and it’s all cash. cute brocedes!! nico thinks lewis is his sworn enemy but everyone knows otherwise. roseberg’s vs haminkton. this was so cute and funny. cause why was nico saying lewis, the owner of a tattoo shop was stealing business from him… when he owns a florists… he’s so dramatic i want to tuck him in my pocket. this job will take my sole has the same premise but they’re both shoe shops which makes a lot more sense. i just love stupid rivalries and dramatic nico.

now back to my sweethearts, the lights of my life, the fires of my heart - sewis. all of these fics have past brocedes just for context. every tongue should confess talks about religion and queer identity in such a nuanced and delicate way? i adored this fic. transmotion which is another alt universe with fashion designer!lewis and footballer!sebastian both figuring out their careers, themselves and their relationship. maybe together we can get somewhere - this is an mpreg fic which usually isn’t for me but it’s about seb and lewis going on a road trip for an abortion and it’s so good. honestly the ending line of ‘it’s a good feeling, to know that sebastian’s outstretched hand is right there.’ it just stuck with me. i loved it. the numbering at bethlehem which is thee sewis fic to me. professor au?? this was made for me. like perfectly moulded. everything about this is art. i could do a full essay on this fic. just read it, it’s incredible. just amazing. sebastian as the child prodigy who has nowhere else to climb?? i love them both in this fic so much!!! tnab sewis get behind me!! i’m gonna protect u!!

okay i’m sorry this is so long. i just love art. i love writing. i just love the work these authors’ have spent putting together these masterpieces for free!! check them out!! leave kudos!! comment!! <3

#im always open to new recs!!! :D #and if u read these and wanna chat abt any - my asks are always open :D #ao3 fic recs #sewis #maxiel #landoscar #brocedes #anon ask

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fanfoolishness · 2 days

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the waves flowing, the dawn blooming

Hunter and Crosshair have a heart-to-heart, after their girl takes wing. Set directly after the epilogue, stuffed full of soft Dad Batch feels, lots of healing, and Hunter and Crosshair being close again <3. I cried all through the back half, sorry not sorry. ~1900 words.

Beach-crickets shivered the last of their evening songs as Hunter and Batcher wended their way back to Lower Pabu. The house wasn’t far from the cove, and a brisk walk would have done it in ten minutes, but they took their time. Batcher was eager to follow her favorite smells along the beach, and Hunter waited patiently for her. His back and knees had warmed up with the walk, but there was plenty to think about.

Their kid was gone.

He didn’t know what to call this feeling in his chest: a deep and full-bodied sorrow, mingled with the fierce pride he always felt every time he looked at Omega, tangled with joy and worry and the longing for more time. He grappled with it as they followed the familiar path back to their little home, as the stars shimmered among the slowly lightening sky.

Batcher whuffed softly as they approached the gate. Light from the kitchen glowed gently through the side window, and Hunter smiled, catching a faint scent of caf. Batcher scampered up to the door, morning stiffness long forgotten, and trotted inside as it opened. Hunter followed, slipping off his boots and heading to the kitchen.

“I wondered when you’d be back,” said Crosshair, raising his eyebrows at Hunter. He sat at the kitchen table with a pitcher of caf and two mugs. One steamed merrily before him, and he cradled it in his left hand to take a sip. He never wore his prosthetic first thing in the morning.

“Well… she’s off.” Hunter drew up a chair and sat down at the table.

A small smile creased Crosshair’s face. “You caught her?”

“You knew?” he asked. “Ahhh, of course you did.” He waved an annoyed hand at his little brother.

“Said her goodbyes to Wrecker and me last night. Swore us to secrecy.” Crosshair shrugged, taking a sip of his caf. “I can’t say no to her. Never could.”

Hunter chuckled. He remembered a time, long ago, that that hadn’t been the case; it felt like another lifetime. “She let me catch her. She acted like I’d found her out, but she could have hidden her tracks if she’d wanted.” He sighed. “I know I was hard on her.”

”You’ve always protected her. She knows that’s all it was. Though she did complain about it.” Crosshair smirked, wearing the same punchable little half-grin he’d perfected in their brief cadet years. “‘Doesn’t he know I’m not a kid anymore?’”

Hunter groaned, rubbing his face. He reached for the pot of caf and poured himself a cup. “I deserve that.”

”Mm-hm.”

He took a sip of caf. It was bracing, strong, just how Crosshair always brewed it. He savored it, letting it swirl over his tongue, so much richer and fuller than the stim drinks they used to have in their rations. He closed his eyes, lost in thought.

The war had never ended. It just took on a new name.

This is my fight, Hunter.

Why did she have to have one, when she’d already fought so hard? Didn’t she deserve the peace they’d won so dearly?

”Are you all right?” Crosshair said in a quiet voice, breaking his reverie.

Hunter blinked, glancing over at his brother. Crosshair regarded him with that cool, observant gaze, the weight of it familiar and steady.

It was the same look he used to give him in the Marauder on missions during the Clone Wars; but the face giving it was older, softer. Crosshair’s narrow cheeks had filled in somewhat with the years, rounding the sharp angles he’d once carried. His gray hair had grown out and gone fully white, curling gently at his forehead and the nape of his neck, except at the old scar at his temple where it had never regrown. His short white beard held a hint of the same curl.

You can wear it how you like, you know. We’re defective. Nobody cares as long as we complete the mission.

Grow it long like yours? I don’t think so. These blasted curls are a nightmare. Give me that trimmer, I don’t know how you stand it.

It’s the headband, obviously.

Sure it isn’t cutting off circulation to your brain?

Hunter stifled a laugh. They’d been so young. Things had changed so much since those days, and Crosshair was different now… yet still the same as ever.

They all were, he supposed.

“Just feeling thoughtful,” Hunter said. He sighed. “I don't know where the time went.”

“We’re clones. We never had very much of it to begin with.” Crosshair’s eyes softened. “Tech should have had more.”

Hunter nodded slowly. “He should have.”

He thought of Tech’s goggles, safely stowed on Omega’s little ship, where she could see them with every pitched turn or hyperspace leap. It was the right place for them, a testament to all he’d taught her. His breath caught in his throat.

“She told me this was her fight,” Hunter said. “But she shouldn’t have to have one. Not again.” Tantiss was a victory -- and a cruelty -- that should have been enough for one lifetime. It tore at him, thinking of her taking on another brutal fight, one with no guarantee of victory. They hadn’t been blind, these years on Pabu; he knew what she was up against. He rubbed at his chest, taking a deep breath.

Crosshair poured himself another cup of caf. “It’s not the galaxy we live in, Hunter. It never has been.”

”When did you get so wise?”

Crosshair ducked his head in one of his rare guffaws, the laugh echoing sharply in the kitchen. “That’s not wisdom. That’s just living.”

”I’m not sure the two aren’t the same.” Hunter took another drink of his caf, but it had cooled significantly. How long had he been musing?

“You’re worried about her.”

”And you aren’t?” Hunter asked skeptically.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am.” He gazed down into his mug, tracing his thumb over the top of the cup. He rubbed thoughtfully at the side of his face with his stump. “Of course I am,” he said again. “But — I trust her, Hunter. If she has to do this, I have to let her.” He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were bright. He blinked rapidly.

Hunter reached out, taking him by the shoulder and nodding. For a moment, it was hard for either of them to speak.

Crosshair cleared his throat, and Hunter let his hand fall. Crosshair tilted his head towards the back door. “Maybe you should join us.”

”You and Batcher?” Hunter asked. He did, sometimes. When memories of Eriadu, Kamino, Tantiss crept in; when his senses jangled, when it was hard to sleep or think. It wasn’t often that he needed it, but it did help, he’d had to admit. And he’d seen the changes meditation had wrought in Crosshair through the years, a calm held deep within, so different from the twisted guilt and painful memories that had once defined him.

“An open invitation,” said Crosshair. He swallowed, and Hunter could tell he was thinking of Omega, sunny and centered, always happy to join him when she wasn’t sleeping in or off with friends.

”All right, then,” Hunter agreed. “If there’s room on that patio for another old man.”

”Who are you calling old?” Crosshair snarked, getting to his feet with an audible creak. Now it was Hunter’s turn for a sharp, short laugh.

”Both of us, brother,” Hunter said fondly.

They shuffled out to the back patio, Batcher at Crosshair’s heels. She curled up in her comfy bed on the patio, knowing the routine. Crosshair pulled out the stack of pillows piled against the side of the house, tossing two down. The ground had somehow gotten a lot harder in recent years than it used to be, and the pillows helped.

They settled down beside each other, their folded knees brushing. The dawn was rising, blushes of faint pink and orange and gold nipping at the edges of the deep inky blue. The beach-crickets had quieted their songs, only to be replaced by the sweet tittering music of the saltbush sparrows and the sandcatchers and the buzzing starthroats.

Hunter gazed out at the lightening sky, eyes straining as if to catch the glimmer of a ship’s lights. But there was nothing out there besides the glow of pre-dawn, no lights making their way home. Omeg was gone, and he knew she’d had to go, knew she had to follow what was right just as she always had, and he hung his head, his breath stuttering.

What were they going to do without her? Her laughter echoing through the house with Wrecker’s booming joy, her tinkering with Gonky or parts from her little ship at the kitchen table so like what Tech used to do, her wicked banter and her kind understanding with Crosshair --

The soft, trusting way she’d look up at him, when she was small?

Cut had tried to warn him, once. Tried to tell him what it meant to love a child, to give everything for them, to do what was best for them even when it was so, so hard. Hunter had thought he’d be able to figure it out. Turned out he’d had no idea.

He rubbed at his eyes, trying to master his breath, and looked out at the sea. The dawn was in full bloom now, gold lining the flowers along their patio and glittering in the suncatcher standing at the east boundary. Hunter relaxed as the light danced around him, reflecting off the mirrors twirling slowly in the morning breeze. He remembered when Crosshair had shyly shown him what he’d made, his old mirror pucks strung together with shells and colorful stones, shimmering beacons of art instead of cold devices of war.

He glanced at Crosshair out of the corners of his eyes. His brother sat with his eyes closed, head slightly bowed, his hand and his stump resting atop his knees. The lines in his face had softened, his expression calm, grounded. Peaceful. His breath flowed in Hunter’s ears like waves on the shore, in and out, in… and out.

Tears pricked his eyes again, and Hunter smiled, nodded, bowed his head, and let his eyes fall closed.

His brother was right. If she has to do this, I have to let her.

He knew it, as much as he knew anything.

She knows what to do. Of course she did; they’d taught her, hadn’t they, Echo, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, all of them. She’d come through floods and fire, destruction and capture and all-out war, and she’d never stopped hoping, never given up, never stopped loving all of them through everything. Part of them would always be with her in the emblems on her jacket, in her treasured Lula-doll, in Tech’s goggles, in Hunter’s old headband. And after that, she’d have the memories, long after they’d breathed their last and gone to join their brother.

Tears dampened his face, but he didn’t mind: a small price to pay for a love this fierce and good. He breathed in, and breathed out, his breath matching Crosshair’s, melding with the sounds of the waves below.

She’d be brave, just like they’d taught her, just like she’d always been.

He hoped the galaxy was ready for her.

#the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch finale #tbb spoilers #hunter bad batch #crosshair bad batch #omega bad batch #the dad batch #my batcher fic #seriously tears just dripping down my face writing this #not in a sad angsty hurty way #but in a soft my heart a splode way #hope y'all like it <3

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Sakura getting some 'funds' from sponsors to start their next comeback

Being around for a long time as idol is something that requires intelligence and astutness, and Sakura being an Idol for more than ten years and for her third groups shows how much smart she is.

Even after a great start, Le Sserafim was in strange position: they were popular but also very hated and their next comeback was a bit in the balance, it was almost ready but they needed some money to complete it.

These money were not arriving tho. And here comes into play Sakura: she knew exactly where to go and what to do to break the deadlock. Equipped of good will and her skimpiest clothes, she went in the office of the director of their sponsor.

"Sir, can I borrow you for a minute?", she began her talk walking towards the man, being sure to shimmy her ass in the meanwhile. "You know, I can't wait for my next comeback, me and the girls are working so...hard", she continued, arriving in front of him, emphasizing the last word while casually placing an hand on his crotch.

"Maybe you can help us if I help you first?", she proposed offering him puppy eyes, while getting on her knees and kissing sweetly his clothed bulge. "And do you think you can help me?", he ironically asked her, caressing her cheeks and playing with her soft lips with his thumb.

"I'm sure of that, mr. Director, after all I didn't become the most popular idol in Japan being a beginner", she answered, all proud, while unzipping his pricey pants and pulling out his massive cock.

Before taking it in her mouth, she started from his balls, massaging and sucking them. "Ohh, maybe you can really satisfy me", he hummed intrerested, while leaning back on his office chair. "Of course I can, sir, just look at this", she warned him, before taking his shaft in her throat in a instant.

It almost looked like a magic trick, because she literally made it disappear. "Oh shit!", he exclaimed surprised, gripping his chair arms. Her mouth was warm and comfy, her throat was tight enough to put him on the edge and her tongue was moving like a loose cannon.

Bobbing her head up and down, choking herself on his hard cock, showing no gag reflex at all, Sakura skills were really impressing the director, that couldn't help but reward her work with a rich blow of cum down her stomach.

"Fuck my life, you caught me off guard", he admitted, panting hard because of his orgasm. "Don't worry, mister, this time I'll let you manage the timing", she reassured him, leaning over his desk and pulling down the short skirt made by crochet.

In front of that beautiful pussy, he immediately got on his feet to take her from behind. This time he was the magician, making disappear that fat cock in Sakura tight pussy. It was so sudden and filling that the japanese idol lost her breath for a second.

"You better put on a good performance for the fee you're asking me, whore", he growled before starting to punish her cunt with powerful and deep thrusts. Kkura felt like someone was constantly punching her womb, it was a kinda painful but addictive feeling.

And even if she was experienced enough to take it like a chimp, she still couldn't control her body reaction: her legs were trembling, her abs had spasms at every thrust and her head could just rest against the desk.

That tho must not be part of the director liking, because he pulled her ponytail harshly, making her yelp. "Don't stay still like a fucking sex doll, moan for me, whore!", he scolded her, slapping her ass with sharp slap.

"I'm sorry, sir... ahhh...your massive cock is fucking my brain", she apologized, while her perky tits were escaping from her tiny top, also made by crochet. "I don't fucking care, just scream how good my cock is", he request, totally ravaging her japanese pussy, already creaming around his cock for how many times she cum.

"It's amazing, mr. Director cock is the best I've ever taken in my life, it's making me a dumb slut", she cried in pleasure while her guts were being rearranged. "Fuck, that's it! And now take my expensive cum, bitch", he shouted, while spraying his seed inside Sakura womb, making her collapse on the desk.

It was definitely a fuck worth some money. "Ok, miss Sakura, I'll give your groups the funds you all need, but just at one condition", he said, after thinking about it. "Mmh? Which condition, Sir?, she asked, exhausted, looking back and with her pussy still leaking his cum down her legs. "Next week come for a second round. Oh, and bring one of your slutty members with you", he smirked, satisfied. She just nodded before closing her eyes and resting for some more minutes.

#kpop smut #kpop thoughts #girl group smut #kpop x male reader #girl groups x male reader #le sserafim sakura #le sserafim x male reader #le sserafim smut #sakura smut #sakura x male reader #izone sakura #izone x male reader #izone smut

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pedge-page · 3 hours

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for your pk poll… I CANT CHOOSE… but i do love sub reader and joel making her piss herself tbh 🫣🫢

The Garden of Peeden

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: We're getting it all. here's a little something to keep everyone happy with PK...for now.

Warnings: PISS KINK, reader and Joel piss on reader, sub!Reader, daddy kink, semi public, assisted masturbation

18+ONLY

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It’s been 6 weeks since Joel’s started training you to go without holding back, no matter the circumstances. You’ve started getting used to it. That freeing feeling of warmth filling your senses, making your mind go from anxious to relaxed just by releasing.

Today, he has you in a beautiful sun dress, no panties. You’re spread out on top of him with your back against his chest. The two of you slouched on a patio chair as he rubs lazy circles on your clit. The breeze feels amazing, ruffling your dress and blowing cool air on your heat. You’re leaned against him with your head turned towards his. Joel’s strong arm wrapped around your middle to keep you close. He kisses you slowly, sensually, swallowing your little whimpers. All the while brushing his thumb over your pelvis.

“It’s time,” he whispers against your ear.

You nod, feeling shivers traveling over your body. You’d be holding it as he teased you, but now the tremors feel more violent.

“You gonna let go f’me? Paint me a pretty picture.” He gestures to the stone pavement below you. Despite being outside, the beautiful garden surrounding you adds some semblance of privacy. Its colorful array mixed with the outdoor atmosphere makes for the perfect lazy Saturday afternoon piss outside.

��S’okay, I got ya.” He pushes his thumb a little harder on your bladder while his middle and ring finger draw tight circles along your folds. You nod, biting your lips and forcing a steady breath out. It’s the hardest part for sure. It builds and builds and builds inside you. The pressure forcing your hips off of his every so often as you try to hold it in.

No, he told you to relax. Stop flexing your walls to try to starve it off. You close your eyes, unwinding mentally and physically.

And it starts to happen.

A short, practice burst of urine shoots from your slit before trickling out again, slowly building up to a steady stream.

“Oooohhhhhhh. There she is, that’s my good girl. My beautiful girl,” he hums with a grin. His presses his lips to yours. Joel’s hand kneads your pussy over your stream, rubbing your clit messily. Warm piss spills down his wrist and your ass, onto his jeans but he doesn’t care. He loves the sound of your interrupted hissing due to his movements. The pavement crackles as it splatters consistently like a pretty fountain waterfall.

You sigh contently. It’s the best part, by far. You crack as smile and close your eyes again.

He laughs softly. “Ahhh that’s it, so good isn’t it? Making such a pretty mess, baby girl. You like peeing all over yourself n’ Daddy, I can tell. GO on, piss some more.”

You both watch from between your legs as you shoot a particularly strong jet, watching it arc over a sizable distance and landing on a dry part of the stones.

“Wow! Look at that, gettin so strong!” He rubs his palm over you quicker, the stream becoming splotched all over your dress and stomach. You both giggle and kiss once again. He drink your sexy noises as the two of you soak yourselves in hot liquid.

“Ahhhh, baby, your squirtin’ pussy gets me so hard.” He grinds your ass along his harden length trapped underneath his jeans.

It doesn’t take much to read Joel Millers mind. All you’ve left are little trickles here and there of your piss. So you reach between your legs and pull his poor cock out.

“Mmmmm that’s better. Feeling’ that breeze on your pussy feels good on my dick too.” He lazily smirks as you start to fist him.

“Can I put it inside?” You ask.

“Got a better idea.” He grips his cock and sits the two of you back a little more, now your heads propped up against the low back rest. He jerks himself a little, slapping your clit.

You jolt each time his tip smacks your clit. He kisses you between breaths, a game of cat and mouse as he chases your tongue.

“Pull those tits out,” he grunts.

You pull the neckline of your stretchy dress below your breasts just as Joel comes up to cup one.

“M’gonna paint a pretty picture too. Ya ready f’me?”

You nod excitedly and spread your legs even wider for him.

Joel grits his teeth, fisting himself a little before letting out a pained groan. His tip explodes in a fat stream of piss upwards, first hitting your clit then increasing up along your naval and to your breasts.

You giggle and squirm. The warm liquid feels amazing on your cool tits. It smacks your chest then trickles all down your front, soaking your dress and you in the process.

His tongue is caught between his teeth as he moans drunkenly, watching you present yourself fuller for him to ruin with piss.

“Feel that, baby? Daddy loves pissin’ on ya, such a beautiful thing f’me to paint.” “Thank you Daddy! Love your hot piss blanketing me.”

You cup your breasts and glide this tip to slot between your messy folds. His hot, strong stream of pee overwhelms you quickly, spreading down below you and starting to coat his sides and thighs. It’s so much. Way stronger, way more copious than yours was. The chair leaks so much urine, a puddle quickly forming below the two of you.

He starts to just hit your clit. The warm sensation, coupled with its pounding nature quickly sends you in a frenzy of quivers. He snatches your lips just as you begin to cum on his piss. You’re loud now too, forgoing the fact that your backyard can still be overheard by neighbors. Its beautiful. He wants to hoard all your sounds to himself. in time, you’ll be ready to piss yourself around others.

He’s just content covering you in his fluids for his eyes only for now.

When you finish, you pant heavily. He pecks your lips, refusing to let you part from his too much. The two of you are absolutely drenched, But you especially. Your pretty little sun dress now sticks awkwardly to your body, the neckline stretched below your wet tits.

“My beautiful girl,” he hums again into your lips.

His thick fingers begin to stroke between your petals once more.

“Shall we try for round two?”

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 3 days

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Next time if you are going to write a fic with multigroup concept, can you write lee hyunjin, ler yeji or lee yeji, ler hyunjin? (I know you have a lot of requests I'm sorry😓)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 737

𝙖/𝙣: ouuu these two 🥺🖤

𝙩/𝙬: multigroup, rough tickling

𝒍𝒆𝒆: hyunjin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: yeji

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Gimme the username!!”

Of course it was five in the morning. Of course the Hwang siblings were together, probably practicing their dance skills. Or fighting over a username.

“No, It’s mine!” Hyunjin whined, stretching his arm high above his head and out of reach from Yeji’s grip.

“Hyunjin!” She hissed, standing on her tiptoes to try and snatch the older’s phone from his tight grip.

“Yeji!” Hyunjin mocked her, giggling when she almost tripped over his foot.

“‘The Best Hwang.’ What a lovely username, don’t you think?” Hyune teased with an evil grin. What a menace.

Yeji groaned frustratedly, stomping around trying to catch Hyunjin and make him pay.

Then an idea popped up in her head. How did she manage to keep Ryujin in line? By tickling her.

Instead of trying to get his phone, this time she grabbed him by the hip instead and knocked him to the ground, Hyunjin choking on a gasp and screaming as Yeji grabbed his phone.

“Wait wait WAIT!!” Hyunjin tried to grab it back, but using her pure strength, Yeji pinned his arms up.

Hyunjin flushed in embarrassment at the way he was so easily knocked over. “You’re strong.”

Yeji nodded. He recognized the way the other members pinned him before he got the biggest wrecking of a lifetime, and sure enough, his lee mood flared. Badly.

He squeaked quietly, turning an even deeper shade of red when she accidentally brushed his sides when putting his phone aside.

“I’ve got you pinned, haven’t I?” Yeji laughed.“Admit it, I’m the best Hwang.”

Hyunjin thought for a second, Perhaps he could kill two birds with one stone. “Ugh, obviously not. It’s me.” He grinned evilly in a way that was sure to piss off the younger female above him.

Sure enough, it worked. “Then you pay. By laughing.” She ducked one hand to his sides and started massaging the muscle torturously, the other hand holding his arms up.

He knew she would start at his sides. Hyunjin did not anticipate the harshness of the tickles, however. “WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Yeji flinched. “Looks like someone is ticklish~!” She only continued the terrible movement, moving to his ribs instead, causing Hyunjin to squeal crazily and cackle his heart out.

Yeji could feel her heart growing in fondness for her Hwang sibling, the boy practically falling apart beneath her wiggling fingers.

“YEHEHEHEJI—AHHH IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” Hyunjin pleaded, trying to twist out of her hold but failing badly.

“Who cares about who’s the best Hwang? I know you’re the most ticklish one…” Yeji giggled as Hyunjin laughed himself silly.

Who knew she was so strong? It’s was probably all the intense idol training, but she was able to hold him down just was well as Chan and Changbin would, and that only caused Hyunjin’s face to turn as red as a cherry in realization..

“Aweee~” Yeji cooed, moving to his armpits and wiggling her fingers above it, causing Hyunjin to squirm and giggle under his breath. “You’re blushing. Isn’t that cute?”

She dove into the armpit and scratched around with her long nails, and Hyunjin squealed in surprise at the feeling that felt so unfamiliar to him.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT AHAHAHAHAHA!!” He was a mess immediately, thrashing around and begging through his tears of frustration as he tried again and again to escape the wrath of his ruthless ‘sister’.

“Admit I’m the best Hwang!!” Yeji yelled over his hysterics, grinning ear to ear with joy watching him laugh freely.

“NEHEHEHEVER!!” He choked, and Yeji frowned at that, moving to his hips gently and massaging into the hollows, making sure to mind his boundaries.

Hyunjin shrieked, the motion tickled so so badly. “YEJI-AH!! NOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He whined, though his face was beaming with happiness.

“Really? You think I haven’t noticed you haven’t asked me to stop the whole time?~” Yeji smiled evilly. “Now say it.”

Hyunjin gave in. “OKAY OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD!! YOURE THE BEST HWANG!! NOHOW PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET GOHOOO!!” Hyunjin whined, gasping for breath, and Yeji trailed her fingers along his side to calm him down.

“ahaha you’re so ruthless…” Hyunjin gasped, settling into a smile when Yeji pulled him into a hug, patting his back gently to soothe him.

“Hey, what did you even set my username to? After you took the Hwang user?” Hyunjin laughed.

“Umm…uh, ‘The Most Ticklish Hwang?’” Yeji laughed nervously, and Hyunjin gasped dramatically, face turning beet red.

“You’re so in for it now.”

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #skz tickle #stray kids #skz #itzy #itzy tickle #lee hyunjin #ler yeji

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snowblossomreads · 2 days

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Stormy Nights

Pairing: Detective David Friedman x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where David finds [Y/n] trembling at the sound of the storm outside and goes to comfort her.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Fluff, Age Gap, Daddy Kink (Non Sexual), Fear of thunderstorms

Word Count: 2K

A/N: It's spring time where i live which means it storms every other day with the possible chance of tornadoes! I don't like storms (trauma) hence here is this cute lil story with our favorite southern detective : D

"Jesus Christ!" The boom of his voice, rivaled the boom of the thunder that followed David, as he slammed his front door close, to escape the torrential downpour happening outside.

"Fuckin' spring showers my ass," he hissed, as he began to peel off the damp clothes that stuck to him, not wanting to track mud and water all over the house. "Like a damn hurricane out there, I swear! Gets worse and worse every year."

Mumbling frustrated curses, he carried the clothes to the bathroom and dumped them in the laundry hamper, before going to grab a towel to dry himself a bit. Of course, he didn't bring an umbrella today, granted, the way the wind was blowing, it probably would have snatched it right out of his hands.

"Should have just stayed home and minded my business but-."

BOOM!

"AHHH!"

His complaints were interrupted by the loudest crash of thunder up to that point, which made the house rattle, and the lights flicker. And along with the crash of thunder, a familiar sounding screech drifted from his bedroom that gave him pause.

"What in the?"

Tossing his towel back on the hook, he made his way to his bedroom, which had its door wide open, and light from the TV pouring out of it. When he reached the threshold of it, he immediately noticed the shaking lump in the middle of his bed. Blankets and pillows surrounded the figure even though he noticed one or two of the 'fort' walls had been kicked to the ground.

"[Y/n]?" He asked, approaching the trembling shape carefully as if it was a suspect who was in hiding.

There wasn't a reply, only more whimpering and shaking, as he sat on the edge of the bed. The shifting of the mattress only seemed to frighten the woman more, as she let out a little cry that caused his eyes to widen and worry to cord at his stomach.

"Doll it's just me, just Dave," he rumbled gently as he laid his hand on what he assumed was her back, and stroked her in a manner he hoped was comforting.

Her shaking seemed to ease with his touch, and so carefully, he peeled back the blankets to find her curled in a fetal position. The sight made his heart ache more than he thought it would considering [Y/n] was a fierce little thing at times.

She was one to voluntarily put herself in danger by playing potential victims to catch a perp if needed without a blink of an eye. Even if he did complain. So seeing her curled up and scared was unnerving and it knawed at him painfully.

"D-Dave," she whined, her eyes still shut tight as she gripped the sheets beneath her, not daring to move an inch.

"Doll what are you doing under there? What is all this?" Confusion was etched all over his face which was illuminated by the TV that was playing the local weather.

Still, her eyes didn't open as she just laid there in a fetal position, as if not moving would keep the storms away. It didn't, and apparently to make sure she knew that, the storm began to rumble with thunder this time, though much softer than it had before.

That didn't matter though as she shook so hard Dave thought she would end up breaking something with how tense she was.

To keep her from breaking, he leaned over her body, wrapping his arms around her as he tried to pull her close. Hopefully, she would excuse the bit of dampness on his skin as he hadn't had time to dry off all the way from the rain outside. Granted, by the way she hardly moved when he pulled her in his lap, and then buried herself deeper against him, she didn't seem to care much about it.

"Mmm s-sorry, didn't tell you I was coming over." Her voice was muffled, yet he could hear it quiver, as she kept herself hidden. "Didn't know- Didn't know if you were still at the station."

"Yeah, I just got in. Was coming straight back here when the sky decided to open up and piss on me when I got on the bridge. Damn near skidded off of it."

There was another rumble of thunder just as he finished, and he felt her begin to tremble in his arms again before he hugged her tighter. Was she scared of storms? Obviously, she had to be considering the way she was vibrating. It was weird though, as he had been around her when it was storming and she seemed perfectly at ease. Well as much as ease as someone could be when lightning was illuminating the skies up while the wind whipped around. So he felt like he still had to ask.

Burying his face on top of her head and kissing it, he murmured his question in her hair, "Doll are you scared of storms?"

There was no use hiding it now considering she was shaking like a leaf on his bed, scared to move an inch. God, it was infuriating how weather like this could make her so uneasy and terrify her just like that. With a shaky breath, she nodded.

"Y-yeah don't like 'em too much. It got real bad after you know…" she paused, as the memory of Katrina was still fresh in her mind.

Two years had already passed since that devastating hurricane and the weeks of hell that had followed. Scars and memories of it still littered the city and surrounding places so it was almost impossible to forget.

Dave had seemed to understand as well as none of them had come out of that event without some sort of emotional scar. He held her more tightly at that and for a moment she couldn't be more than thankful to have him.

"B-but I still never liked 'em too much," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain hitting the roof and windows and the howl of the wind. There was also the sound of the weatherman talking about a severe thunderstorm warning was issued for Orleans Parish which probably explained the wild weather.

"Especially when all they've been talking about and showing is all them tornadoes that come through all the other cities yesterday and today. Just scares me, always gets me thinking of the worst."

Again, another loud gust of wind whistled and rattled the windows, followed by lighting and the crackle of thunder that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand. She physically bristled, as a sharp sob left her lips, and goosebumps appeared on her skin while she attempted to bury herself closer to Dave even if there was nowhere else to go.

Immediately, his arms tightened around her and he cradled the back of her head before going to stroke her in an attempt to calm her. They weren't in any danger, but at this point, all rational had left her mind and its replacement was worry. Maybe if he could quiet it down some would she feel better. And a thought came into his mind.

"Shhh, I got you doll, I got you," he hummed in that lovely drawl of his, as he rocked her back and forth, trying to soothe her frightened cries as the weather outside seemed to want to make it a point to terrify [Y/n]. "Daddy's got you don't worry," his voice a rumble that even the thunder outside couldn't compare to. "Ain't nothing gonna happen just some wind and noise."

"D-daddy, I'm sorry," she whined immediately latching on to what he was doing. Her hands balled in a fist as she stayed against him, letting him protect her from whatever was going on outside.

He was safety. She could always trust that he would do everything he could to keep her safe. Even if it was something as impossible as keeping the weather away. She could trust him. Her Dave, her daddy.

"You ain't got nothing to be sorry about," he murmured, "we all got something we're afraid of and we just need to ride this one out. We'll be okay, news said it'll pass over in about thirty so we'll just stay put right here doll."

The continuous rumble of thunder made its way over the house as Dave kept his eye on the weather report. Each time it would thunder, he would try to block the sound of it using the deep rumble of his own voice and words of encouragement to [Y/n] who had continued to tremble but much less than before.

"Almost done doll." "Hear it lightnin' up out there we'll be okay." "That's my good girl."

Over and over he whispered sweet words, and each time she would tremble less and less. Whether it was because the words were actually calming, (they were to her), or if it was because the storms were slowly finishing their taunts against his [Y/n], he didn't know. But after an hour or so, everything seemed to quiet down outside, and her trembles had almost ceased completely.

Rocking her back and forth and eyeing the news, he listened as the weatherman gave the all clear, saying that the worst of it was out of the station's viewing area, and it would only be light rain for the rest of the evening.

Good. He was tired of wondering if the lights were going to go out. Not only because he was getting a bit testy at the weather for how bad it was spooking his [Y/n]. But, he had just bought groceries the other day and would be pissed if they went bad. Hey, shit was expensive.

"[Y/n], doll, you okay?" He asked softly as he slowed his caresses, listening to her steady breathing.

It was a major difference from her more erratic and frightened breathing and it calmed him knowing she was alright. Though, he noticed there wasn't a response from her and it caused him to look down to check on her.

"[Y/n]?"

Her eyes stayed closed as he called to her once more, and he couldn't stop the amused grin that spread on his thin lips. She had fallen asleep! His shoulders shook with muted laughter, even more so when [Y/n] didn't stir at all.

"Tired yourself out with all that shakin' didn't you," he mused playfully, before he planted a quick kiss against the top of her head. "You're a silly little thing you know that darlin'?"

Of course, there was no response, as she snoozed peacefully, having fallen asleep the moment things seemed to have started to wind down. Carefully, as to not wake her, even though he was sure she was out for the rest of the night, David gently laid her back down on the bed. Her body loosened up and unfurled on its own accord now that it was no longer balled up against him.

Quietly, he shuffled off the bed, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders and then placing her head on one of the many pillows that she had scrounged up. Huh, he didn't even realize he had that many, he thought to himself, as he gathered the extras to put in the living room.

Taking one more glance at her to make sure she was still snoozing, he made his way to the living room and tossed the pillows on the sofa. He would deal with them later. Next was the shower that he had forgone to comfort [Y/n] and after he had dried himself off he went back to the room to check on her.

Still sleep.

Walking over to the opposite side of the bed, David slipped underneath the blankets, a yawn already spilling from his lips as he scooted close to [Y/n]. Her body rose and fell steadily and he was sure the poor woman was gonna be sleeping until the next morning.

With a tired smile and warm eyes pointed in her direction, he threw an arm around her waist to scoot her close. Once she was tucked safely against his chest, he kissed the top of her head again before closing his eyes in hopes of finding sleep as quickly as she had done.

#david friedman x reader #david friedman #judas kiss #alan rickman #blossom writes

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justnainz · 2 months

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Ferrari post race celebration - F1 Australia GP 2024

Good job, Carlitos! 🌶️⁵⁵

#f1 #australia 2024 #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #ferrari #all the time i was like ahhh be careful!!#Keep going #you're doing amazing!

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nipuni · 5 days

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Photos at Madrid's Victory ball! 💃

We attended our first ball! It was such a dreamlike experience!! It was also our first time doing Regency reenactment so it was a challenge. We haphazardly put together some looks, had a great time learning more about the fashion and the dances and met a bunch of lovely people from all over the world. The palace was stunning, the live band was wonderful and the food delicious, it was an unforgettable night 🥰

#nips photos #personal #regency era #historical fashion #historical reenactment #napoleonic era #Spanish independence #everyone looked stunning this event felt so surreal #walking around the palace halls filled with people dancing and eating and chatting felt like time travel #the dancing was so fun too I have some videos AHHH I can't wait for the next one!! hopefully in november #there were many events these days I'll share more soon #we participated in the official reenactment of the battles at the royal palace too we were on tv and all lmao #I really need to get a fancier outfit for the next one!! we had to get ready in ONE HOUR for this ball #just curling my hair takes like 30 minutes sjkfhsf 😭 it was a mess #I looked ridiculous but Nicolas was very handsome and we had a great time so I don't care!!

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billfarrah · 1 year

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@unfortunate17 and I were discussing Wille’s anxiety and how we don’t feel like Wille’s reluctance to partake in public speaking was a result of his anxiety, but rather his history of being forced to speak and say things he doesn’t mean and follow a script in order to preserve the reputation of his family and control the public’s perception of him. He was forced to follow a script three times in season 1 - the first when he had to apologize on TV for a fight he was not sorry about, when he had to read a written speech to his classmates regarding his brother who had just died, and when he was forced to lie about the video leading to the destruction of his relationship with Simon.

In my opinion Wille’s fear of public speaking in season 2 is not related to general or social anxiety - as I do not believe Wille has social anxiety at all and is not shy at all despite some people in the fandom tending to believe he is - but rather a fear of being perceived, because that is ultimately Wille’s main struggle in the series - not being with a boy, not being in love with a gay, not being queer, but being perceived by others and feeling forced to live up to a certain standard or expectation when all he wants to do is live his life truthfully and without people having opinions about the things he does.

What’s so powerful and beautifully written about the scenes with Boris is that even though Wille is made to see a therapist by his mother, the Queen, who is the one who persuaded/forced him speak out when he didn’t want to, Wille’s sessions with Boris are the first time he is told he doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to, and the confidentiality of their sessions and Boris’ position as an unbiased professional allows him to be more honest with not only himself, but with another person without feeing like he is being judged or forced to feel or believe something he doesn’t.

We see in season 1 episode 4, when Wille goes off script and speaks from the heart about Erik, and in season 2 episode 6 when he once again goes off script, that Wille really has no issues with speaking to a crowd, but only when he feels he’s being truthful and honest and in control of the narrative. His fear of speaking in the class presentation, in my opinion, has a lot to do with how out of control of his own narrative Wille felt throughout season 2 as a result of the lie at the end of season 1 and the events of season 2 - he is perceived by his classmates now as having denied being a part of the video, as if it was something to be ashamed of, he is perceived as being interested in Felice when in reality he’s desperately in love with Simon. He just wants to exist and stay true to himself and it scares him to do it in front of an audience, and that’s what makes it so powerful when we see him slowly begin to accept how he feels about himself and the circumstances of his life through the sessions with Boris, and how that results with him re-taking control of his own narrative at the Jubilee at the end of the season, and that’s just beautiful writing.

#young royals #prince wilhelm #wilmon #havent wrote one of these in a while #dont even know if its good #also i feel like kendall roy with my control the narrative #anyway wille is the Main Character of all time and people oversimplify him a lot #hes so complex and nuanced and carefully written and portrayed extraordinarily by edvin #im mostly writing because lately my dash is just littered with uninteresting discourse about edvin and omar's career choices #and i just like #dont care about any of that lol #so please come engage with me about this wonderful show #i genuinely just love this character so much lol #and i love wilmon obviously but wille is just #ahhh hes such a good character

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anmaries · 23 days

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I think another reason why I prefer rogue’s hair to be huge and untamed is because I think it fits her a lot more personality wise. rogue might be southern, but she’s never fit into that southern belle type of box. she was born into a cult, and then she was raised by terrorists, and that made a major impact on the way she deals with her feelings and surroundings. rogue can be incredibly violent and aggressive. whether it be threatening remarks or just actual violence she struggles a lot with having a proper response to certain situations. she has very extreme reactions, like her commitment to being self sacrificial to those who show her kindness, or the fact that a small disagreement can lead to her beating the shit out of someone

#in the end it all boils down to not having proper guidance #when it comes to regulating her emotions #she has such complex feelings and she can’t handle them #and obviously with time she gets a better handle on it #I mean rogue is an incredibly empathetic person it comes with her powers #she can quite literally understand what you’ve been through #but she’s been raised in unhealthy environment after unhealthy environment #that anger was just the correct response #violence was the correct response #if mystique wanted her to take care of something she would #and violence was rewarded you know #rogue got mystiques appreciation and respect #and so she uses violence as a form of love now #and she wants other to use it as a form of love for her #because it’s what she knows #I DUNNO LIKE AHHH SHE IS AN INHERENTLY ANGRY WOMAN #why do you think she gets along so well with Logan #idk I feel like I’m just saying a whole lot of nothing but I think it’s so interesting #and I think rogue having a wild mane fits who she is #she’s all over the place she’s a firecracker #her emotions are so extreme she can’t help it

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vegaseatsass · 10 months

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Be My Favorite is rewiring my entire brain istg... just unraveling those brain wrinkles and resculpting them in exciting new shapes and patterns

#be my favorite #be my favorite spoilers #what an episode #for kawi to realize it's not just about being kind to himself and fixing the life he wants #but being kind to pear and pisaeng and caring about the life they get #especially worst timeline pear #he has time-ruined her life beyond all belief #will he take responsibility #and like ok ok ok the thing where pisaeng is like you helped me with something big and i'll always be grateful for that #the specifically queer experience of the person who makes you KNOW you're queer #pisaeng knew-ish before kawi. he and his mom have discussed it #but kawi made it firm and unchangeable and something he could no longer hide from or run from #so no matter how much kawi hurts him after that no matter how much he confuses him and pushpulls him #he's that person to pisaeng the person who made everything clear the person who made him brave #ahhh that's so reallllllllllllllll #and praying with all my heart they are very deliberately writing not and notpear and notkwan the way they are #never expecting us to ship it but laying the groundwork so we understand this future #pisaeng was right to friend breakup with not and has stayed right #please if the show does pearkwan it will become my new top ten stars show of all time i'm trying to manage my expectations #because i don't THINK it's going that way #but o! how i want it!#but yeah ships aside just kawi realizing that pear's life going well matters more to her & her happiness #than his life going well #and realizing thusly that that matters more to HIM #than his own successful future #i would like to see it #treat the girl who has been so great to you greatly please #and that guy you're so grateful for? who you feel unworthy of?#stop focusing on what is bad or unworthy about you start focusing on how to support him and his life into something worthy of him #do you see it? my vision??? gah this story has so much potential i'm so hype

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theloveinc · 2 years

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Same anon about putting pussy on the phone- it’s 11:43 pm and I can’t sleep LOL.

Flip the script. You have to get surgery- bakugou is LITERALY waiting around for you like a FUCKING dog. He’s so stressed it’s not even funny. It kind of is tbh can’t he looks like his normal too big for the waiting chairs self but he’s low key freaking out. He can’t lose you- he’s too scared to lose you. He would literally get a medical degree so he could just do the surgery his damn self so you won’t die. (He’s dramatic)

The moment he can see you he’s literally not leaving your side. Need to pee but you’re a fall risk? He doesn’t care that bed alarm is off because you’re up he’d be damned if you get a uti on top of this major surgery. Hungry? He’s not letting you eat the hospital food- hes calling his old man and making him make you food since he won’t leave your side.

When you finally get to go home hes the one to push you in the wheelchair to his all black sleek car. When he opens the door the passenger seat is already set up for you. It might as well be a bed from how many blankets, pillows, and anything plush is in that seat. He would LITERALLY TUCK YOU INTO THAT SEAT HOLY SHIT LIKE HE LITERALLY IS ACTING LIKE YOURE DYING. JFC BAKUGOU IT WASNT THAT BIG OF A SURGERY.

You’re so doped out you’re just smiling like crazy while you’re head rocks back and forth in the seat while you watch the cars pass by. You keep trying to reach up and play with his ears since they’re big but in a cute way and he keeps smacking your hand away and mumbling under his breath angrily. You’ve always loved his ears- they come out some and he has them pierced! A little chunk is missing from a accident when he was younger which has caused him to go deaf as well in that ear and he also does this cute thing when he’s stressed where he will tug or mess with his ear -

IM RAMBLING IM SORRY

(i'm just jealous of you for even being in bed at 11:43pm smh, but) I LITERALLY ADORE THIS? ALL OF IT??? AND it's so accurate, too????? The medical degree part is sending me... sooooo, so true bestie. He's such a fiend.

AND getting Masaru to cook, too sadhjfkadj. Waking up from a nap and seeing both him and his dad fiddling with the little, hospital room mini-fridge. You're like, "Masaru-san? You didn't have to cook!!!" and he's just smiling and shaking his head because Bakugo would've ended his life if he hadn't (and if he's an even BETTER cook than Katsuki, you don't say anything.)

(Also laughing at the thought of Mitsuki coming too, and heckling the doctor about the most random shit. Sitting next to your bed, her magazine on her lap, all, "You haven't changed my child's pillow case in TWO days? And all your tea is _ brand? What the hell do we pay our insurance for???

Like... CHILD? Tea????? And you'd think Bakugo would tell her to stop but he's just nodding right there along with her LOOOL.)

God, I wanna add onto everything but you talked about it all so perfectly already😭Bakugo adjusting the pillows against you 100 times before finally starting to drive. Getting so flustered by your tickling because he wants to respond and tell you to stop overexerting yourself but he's gotta keep his eyes on road. AND USUALLY, he's so nippy when you play with his ears cuz they're sensitive... but he just can't bring himself to get mad because you're injured and it's, it's... cute.

(Plus, I love your little headcanons about this!!!)

And overall, too... he love all your doped-up sleepy kisses, and the way you play with his fingers when you're bored in bed... and getting so antsy when he has to leave you for work, he calls once an hour AT LEAST, even when you're fine resting in bed or almost fully recovered. Screams at the neighbors when they do something irritating for "bothering an injured person..." skjdflkajsdhfajksd...

Literally... this whole thing is the best. Thank GOD you rambled. I swear.

(ANd Bakugo thanks you, too. He never thought he'd be so into caring for a sick person😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨) (iN A GOOD WAY)

#bakugo #acting like youre made of glass >>>>#i wanna put this in my mouth is my favorite LITERALLY #SAJDFJKLASDK ARRGUGHGHGH H #could talk abt it forever i really could #fave #the masaru and mitsuki part is taking me out truly i love them #suddenly all of bakugos tendencies make sense #and i love caring mom mitsuki #anyway homework time AHHH #caitie things #anon things #anon

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