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bigweldindustries · 23 days
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tried to record a video of Trent washing his face (they wash their face like cats do it's the CUTEST thing) and instead just captured this shaky footage of him refusing to go to bed because he'd rather climb the wall
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majestic old man
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axellis · 1 month
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ahh ahhh . axellis routines much to think about. axel wakes up noon at the earliest but hes like raring to go the second hes up and he likes simple stuff like oatmeal or grits for breakfast unless he's really feelin it then he might do some eggs and bacon and he'll brush his teeth and do the water gargling (because its funny) and then he gets dressed and the second hes out the door there is tnt to his face
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leasboyfriend · 3 months
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too cute to live, too pretty to die
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lunaglitchercc · 3 months
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I sketched my darling today. ❤
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His facial features are impossible for me to get right, So I covered his beautiful face..Maybe one day I can come back to it and make it right.
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arrdvarkart · 1 year
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a-10 light and posing experiments
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shatteredminds · 2 years
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My Illiterate children
Thor Rothrekr Axel
Jørgan Fenrir Wolvisherii Friis
Delilah Rigmor Wolvisherala Friis
Signý Idonia Byström
Ulfric Valter Wolvranii Friis
Lana Zorrah Wolvranala Friis
Viltautas Onfrio Wolvranii Friis
Jupiter Ulric Lashiaii Friis
Lena Veera Lashiala Friis
Dove Narrila Chessy Lashiala Friis
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Hilmar Styge Zaishvaerii Nørregaard
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sanguinesinners · 2 years
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@dcarheart (for anyone)
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“You in need of a tattoo or somethin’ ?”
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Wide green hues scanned the stranger down before he carded his inked hand through his slick hair. Axel wasn’t too hesitant in conversing with clients, despite his eccentric ways and hyperactive demeanour, he was well liked throughout the downtown district.
“Or is ya car broken down and you need some fixes?”
The mysteries about these two were only just about to begin!
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livlaughloveluke · 4 months
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭- 𝐞.𝐥
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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ever since that night on the rooftop, you’ve known
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: a little cursing, brief mention of past toxic relationship, ethan being an absolute sweetheart
𝐚/𝐧- clearing out my drafts rn so im kinda posting a lot! this ones kinda short and sweet, but i think its cute 💗 also, you might want to listen to margaret by lana del rey, it will help this make sense 😭
margaret (feat. bleachers) by lana del rey
02:45 ━━━━●───── 05:40 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻
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ethan’s heart sunk at the sight of someone on the roof, where he normally he spent his sleepless nights, thinking alone. he cautiously approached the mysterious figure, only to find out that it was a women who looked to be around his age, dressed in a lengthy white dress, with gorgeous shimmery pearls hanging loosely around your neck. 
there was something enchanting about this moonlight. you looked incredible, despite your glossy eyes and runny mascara, which had given away the fact that you had been crying. 
“you okay?” ethan muttered, unsure of what to do or say to the dazzling young girl. you jump, startled by the presence of another person. you wipe away what was left of your mascara, trying to clean up a little.
“yeah..? yeah.” you said, the first word sounding like you were trying to convince yourself, while the second ‘yeah’ sounding more persuasive and firm.
 “wanna talk about it?” the brown eyed boy suggested, unsure where he got his confidence from. something about the stranger on the rooftop made him want to learn more. 
“well, my boyfriend just broke up with me on our 6 month anniversary. he said he was taking me out to celebrate, but ended up dumping me while we were eating, elle woods style.” you shared. 
“he sounds like a real asshole. maybe it was for the best.” ethan stated. 
“i think you’re right. he was kind of an asshole.” the girl giggled in response. 
ethan grinned, taking in her beauty as they stared at each other. 
“well, i shared my story, now what about you? why are you here tonight? your girlfriend dump you?” you jokes, although you remained curious to what he reply was.
“uhm- no, no girlfriend. i like to come out here when i cant sleep. it helps me think.” he answers, taking a deep breath of the crisp, chilly air. he approached the ledge, and sat down, legs hanging off the building. it was scary the first few times, but recently he came to enjoy it. there was something so freeing about the risks of being this high up.
you mirror his actions and sit next to him. you look at the breathtaking view, before realizing there was a much better view right beside you.
you face him to ask a question. 
“how do you know?” 
ethan tilted his head in confusion, your question was to vague for him to answer. you continue talking, giving more context.
“what if he was the love of my life? how do i know?” this time, ethan can answer your question easily.
“that’s your answer, the answer is no. if you have to ask, then he wasn’t your true love. when you know, you’ll know.” 
you just hummed in response. 
“we never properly introduced ourselves. I don’t even know your name.” you inform him.
“we don’t even know each others names, and yet i still feel closer to you than anyone else in my life.” he added, letting out a dry chuckle, trying to hide how pathetic that was.
“i feel the same. you probably know more about my feelings than any of my friends, and we’ve known each other for what, five minutes?” you added. he was relieved that you shared the same emotions as him. 
you stuck out your hand. “my name is y/n.”
ethan got the memo and reached to shake your hand. the contact made butterflies fill his stomach. “my name is ethan.” he replied.
“ethan? i would have never guessed that was your name. don’t get me wrong, i think its lovely, but you look more like a conner to me.” 
ethan laughed at your comment, and swiftly formed a response. “conner? really? i think i look more like an axel.” 
“i could see that i guess, but all i can think about when i hear the name axel is this kid who bullied me in second grade.” you giggle.
“you were bullied by a kid named axel?” he teases. 
“yes!! and every day he would tell the teacher on me for something I didn’t even do!! and worse, the teacher believed him!” you were now full blown laughing, along with ethan who was starting to really enjoy talking to you.
you and him continued chatting a little longer, asking basic questions, but you wanted more. you wanted to know the real ethan.
“im tired of all these simple questions. lets go more in depth. for starters, if you only had one day left to live, would you tell anyone? why or why not?” you ask him. 
“woah. to be honest, i don’t think i would tell anyone until the end of the day, you know? why ruin your last day alive by being constantly pitied, if you could spend it happily with the people you love most?” he announced, and you nodded your head in agreement.
“now i ask you something. if were getting murdered, and got to choose the way you were killed, what would you pick?”
“wow, that took a turn. i would probably choose to get poisoned. its not painful really, and its pretty quick. just don’t poison me with bleach. i hate the smell of it.” you declared. 
this caused you both to start laughing again, to the point where your stomach hurt. after your giggle fest, your exhaustion got the best of you, and you yawned, sleepily. your actions did not go unnoticed by ethan, and he decided to call it a night. he helped walk you home, making sure to keep you safe. 
you talked the whole way home, mainly about your music taste. he was into the alternative indie kinda music, and you bonded over a few artists. then, you reached your dorm. you exchanged numbers, none of you wanting this relationship to end.
for the next week, you texted each other constantly, giving song recommendations, and just learning about one another in general. you figured out you both went to blackmore university, and took a few of the same classes. you were surprised you hadn’t seen him before, but then again, two weeks ago you weren’t looking. 
you were supposed to meet him on the rooftop again tonight. this time however, you wouldn’t be caught sulking in a dress. you changed into a more comfortable, yet gorgeous look.
eleven pm rolled around, and you headed up to the roof. ethan was already waiting for you, a bouquet of tulips in his hands. he handed them to you, and you couldn’t hold your smile back. 
“how’d you know these were my favorite?!” you  questioned him. 
“you’re mentioned it a couple times. i researched the meaning, and it turns out they symbolize growth and new beginnings, which i thought was perfect, because of your recent relationship ending and uh i-“ 
you cut him off with a hug, holding the flowers off to the side, not wanting to crush them. you pull apart so you could face him when talking. 
“they’re beautiful, eth. I can’t believe you put so much effort into them.” you informed him.
your ex boyfriend was a total dickhead, who never really cared. you weren’t sure if he even got you flowers once in your relationship. it was new having someone that cared, and the feeling of being truly loved was definitely not unwelcome. 
you both sat on the edge and started babbling like last time. 
“you know who i’d think you’d like? faye webster. she’s really good, and while she’s well known, she’s definitely underrated.” you blurt out. 
“I’ll listen to her tonight. whats your spotify?” he asks. you share your account and both follow eachother. he starts scrolling through your playlists and reviewing them. 
“taylor swift? really, y/n? i thought you were better than this.” he sarcastically says. you act offended, before retorting back. 
“taylor swift is so good! she’s popular for a reason. maybe you just haven’t heard the right album. i feel like you would like evermore or folklore.” he shakes his head, disapprovingly. he claimed he would never listen to one of her songs. (he spent 2 hours that night listening to the albums you suggested)
eventually, it got late and he started walking you home. out of the blue, he asked you an important question. 
“would you maybe want to go out with me one night? officially?” he managed to stutter out. 
“i’d love to, eth.” you respond. 
you had never really been completely sure of something, but that night you knew one thing. you were in love with ethan landry.
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hobiebrownismygod · 2 months
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(today is a day for ideas, good Jesus)
This is like my third ask today but I have so many ideas and I have to write them down or I'll forget. Sorry you have to face the blunt of it. This request is kinda sad, that's also my fault
Hobie Brown x reader but where reader had a crush on him but Hobie never seemed to notice but after she gets fed up with it and moves on. After she does this she's much more natural and sure of herself because she's not trying to impress him anymore, that's when he starts to fall for her too.
Please tell me someone else can even slightly see this vision
Thank you, take as long as you need
And I hope you a happy time
I'm gonna turn this request into a two-part fic because I don't think I'll be able to get the whole plot into one lol 😭 thank you for requesting!!
Forgotten Girl Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader Part 1/2
Synopsis: You got tired of running after someone who wasn't interested, so you stopped...only for him to gain interest right afterwards.
WC: <;1k
TW: unedited, somewhat angst/pining, femreader
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He never noticed you. No matter how many times you made eye contact with him, waved at him, batted your eyes at him, put your hand on his shoulder, giggled at one of his stupid jokes, he never ever seemed to realize you were there.
Of course...he noticed you...but he didn't notice you. His head never turned when you walked into the room, he never looked at you longer than he had to, and worst of all, he called you his mate.
The most platonic term you could call someone.
Mate.
Never darling, never love, never sweetheart.
Mate.
"Oi, whatcha doin' there mate?"
You snapped your head to the side to see none other than Hobie Brown, looking over your shoulder with a slight smile on his face, squinting to read the words on the page of the book you were reading.
You flinched forward slightly, not having expected him, before giving him an awkward smile. "Just reading. You?"
"Just watching you." he replied with a friendly grin before glancing back towards where he'd come from. "You haven't seen Gwendy or Pav around anywhere, have you?"
Your expression deflated. "I think I saw Gwen walk past a couple minutes ago. She was heading towards Miguel's room." You said softly, looking back down at your book and crossing your legs together, trying to bite back the waver appearing in your voice.
"Mmm." he nodded, looking back over his shoulder at you. "You here all by y'self?"
"Yep. All by myself." You said as you cleared your throat. His expression softened slightly and he walked back over towards you, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his vest. "You alright?"
"Fine. Why do you ask?" You tried to avoid his eyes, keeping your head buried in your book.
"I just-" He hesitated, "I don't think I've ever talked to you alone before. You're acting a bit...shy."
"I'm not shy." You mumbled, glaring back up at him. "Of course not." He replied, shooting you a sly grin. "Can't blame me for wondering though. You barely say a word to me, so I can't read y'like I can all the others."
"I talk to you often."
"Really?"
"I'm talking to you right now, aren't I?"
He chuckled deeply, looking down and shaking his head for a moment. "Cheeky." You felt your face heat up and you immediately looked back down, clearing your throat. "Hobie?"
"Yeah?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows at you playfully.
"You ever thought about being in a relationship?" You asked awkwardly.
"Wot?" He blinked, a smile spreading across his face. "Where'd that come from?"
You clasped your hands together with an embarrassed expression, staring straight at the ground. "I dunno. Just did."
"Well...I s'pose. I never really thought about it. I don't think anyone'd have me to be honest." He laughed. "What about you, mate?"
"I'm sure someone'd take you." You replied, ignoring how he shot your question back at you. "I mean, look at you." You immediately swallowed, looking back down as the weight of your words suddenly collapsed onto your shoulders.
He didn't seem to notice, simply laughing and nodding. "I am a bit of a looker, aren't I?" He teased, standing up straight. "It's all part of the Spider-punk charm." he winked.
"I agree." you smiled gently, looking up at him. You were being fairly obvious at this point, but he still didn't seem to be taking the hint.
That was how it'd always been. It was like he couldn't dream of being with you. He never seemed to notice your badly-disguised glances and awkward giggles. The way you'd adjust your suit when he walked by, looking down at the ground when he was in front of you and almost always refusing to make eye contact.
It was so obvious and still wouldn't realize.
In fact, the conversation was beginning to get tiring. The two of you simply continued, with your attempts at flirting quickly being shut down by how normal he was being.
"I think you'd make a great partner." You'd say, giving him a crystal clear smile, only to be met with a, "Oh definitely. Whoever I end up with is gonna be lucky."
The conversation would continue on...
"Very lucky. I'd kill to be in their position."
"Ha! You're a funny one, mate."
There was nothing you could do in response besides nod and smile, silently begging for some sort of escape. It was so embarrassing that you just couldn't handle it anymore.
And this happened every damn time.
Honestly...was there even a point anymore? It was starting to look like he'd never catch your drift.
Maybe he knew. Maybe he just didn't like you that way.
Yes, that was probably it. There's no way a normal person wouldn't be able to take a hint so obvious...he just wasn't interested.
Sad. But understandable.
"Weren't you looking for Gwen and Pav?" You said quickly, interrupting him. He raised a brow slightly, his expression lighting up. "Oh, right! I'll go find them then. See you around, mate."
He tipped his head towards you and gave you a smile. You returned it, your expression immediately dropping the moment he turned away. You watched his lanky figure leave, releasing your breath in a long deep sigh.
There was no point.
It just...wasn't meant to be.
He didn't notice you.
And he never would.
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heavyhitterheaux · 7 months
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Studio Time With The Triple Threat Harlows
First Babies of Private Garden Fic
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Synopsis: The triplets want to spend more time with daddy and he knows just want to do to keep them entertained
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: anon who wanted dad!Jack content 😌
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You looked down to see that Ivy had gotten away from you once again and simply sighed. This had been happening since this morning with her wanting to be around Jack, but he was in the studio busy downstairs.
Every time she wandered off, you found her at the door to the studio trying to reach the handle and simply brought her back upstairs, but not before letting her say hi to her dad. 
This time as you made your way downstairs you once again found her in front of the door trying to reach up to grab the handle when you picked her up from behind and made her laugh.
"My big girl has got to stop running away from me!"
"But I wanna say hi to daddy."
"Okay bug and then we're going to eat something."
"Chicken nuggies?"
"Sure if that's what you want." You said while putting her down.
"Go ahead and knock and wait for daddy to say it's okay to come in."
She knocked three times while shouting "Daddy!? Can I come in?"
Jack laughed to himself as he heard his oldest outside of the door for the fiftieth time today and got up to open the door to see her looking up at him with those big blue eyes that resembled his as she had her arms out for him to pick her up. As you mouthed 'I'm sorry' to him but he simply waved it off.
"Hi daddy! I miss you."
"Hi gorgeous girl. I missed you too. And of course I missed my beautiful wife also." Jack said as he picked her up and she simply started playing with his KY necklace as he leaned over to kiss the top of her head before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
"You eat chicken nuggies with me?" Ivy asked with hope apparent in her voice.
"I don't know yet sweetheart. Daddy has a lot of work to do."
"But daddy take a break?"
Just then you heard two more sets of little footsteps as Autumn and Axel ran full speed into Jack grabbing one leg each.
"As you can tell you've been missed all day." You said.
"Well then I guess I could take a small break." He answered as Ivy clapped her hands in excitement.
"Then let's eat dinner. Ax, Autumn let go of daddy so he can walk." Axel reluctantly pulled away and you had to pry Autumn off of him in order for him to be able to move.
All of you made your way upstairs and Axel volunteered to help you set the table.
You handed him napkins not wanting for him to start running around with sharp objects because that child could turn a spoon into a weapon.
The Triplets got chicken nuggets per their request while you and Jack had chicken and dumplings which your mother had helped you make earlier in the day.
Once everyone was finished and the table was clear, Jack got up from the table and Ivy went to follow him.
"Daddy? I come with you?"
"Ivy, daddy has a lot of work to do." You answered but once Jack saw the pout on her face, he didn't want for her to be upset.
"Bug, if you do you have to be really quiet for me. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes!"
"Wait, I wanna go too!" Axel exclaimed while chewing on the cookie that you gave him.
"Ax, don't talk with your mouth full." Jack answered while looking over at him.
"Me three!"
"Okay since all of you want to go, I need all three of you to be really quiet and draw daddy a few pictures. How does that sound?"
All three eagerly nodded their heads as they ran off into the direction of where you kept all of the art supplies and was jumping up to reach them and failing miserably.
"Wait for mommy to get it for you so you don't get hurt."
You took down a few pieces of paper for each of them along with crayons as all five of you went downstairs to the studio with Ivy leading the way. Jack had to open the door for her but once she did, she ran inside and found a comfy spot in the corner as her siblings joined her. You handed them the pieces of paper and crayons so that they could draw their pictures as you went to go sit on the couch next to them, but you quickly heard Jack’s protest.
"Can I have my wife over here with me, please?" Jack asked with a pout on his face and you quickly got up in order to sit next to him, but he gestured for you to sit on his lap instead. 
"Are you going to be able to focus with me sitting on your lap?" You asked as you sat down with him immediately putting his hands around your waist and kissing you.
"I always can whether you're riding me or not and I want you to ride me so this will give me more motivation to hurry up and finish so we can get to it." 
All you did was roll your eyes in response while laughing.
"And besides I want your opinion on a few things and they look to be occupied." He answered while peering over at the triplets. 
"Okay let's hear it."
"And be honest with me. If it's trash then tell me."
"As you wish. But, I'm sure that it’s not."
"But if you hurt my feelings, I expect head before I go to sleep."
"Jackman, just play me the song please. And you never have to ask since I was going to do that anyway. I knew you wouldn't behave with me sitting on your lap."
"I am behaving!"
A little while later, Ivy got up and made her way over to the both of you to say that she was bored and needed something else to do.
 "Daddy, can you play with me now?"
"Not right now. Did you draw me a picture?"
"I drew you four." She answered while holding up her fingers.
"It's almost time for you to go to sleep anyway." You told her and she immediately crossed her arms.
"But I'm not sleepy!"
"Wait, I have an idea. Ax, Autumn come here." Jack said and they stopped coloring to come over to him.
"Do you three want to make a song for daddy?"
"YES!" All three of them exclaimed and you couldn’t help but to smile.
"Okay listen closely." Jack started to say to explain to them how this would work as best he could so they could understand and once he was done they were excited.
"Mommy is going to go in the booth with the three of you to do it, okay?"
"Can my part be about chicken nuggies?" Ivy asked and Jack simply shrugged.
"Whatever you want, princess. Are you three ready?"
They eagerly nodded as you took Ivy in the booth first and placed the headphones on her and sat her on the stool so that she could reach the microphone.
Jack started to play the track and you tapped Ivy's shoulder to tell her to start.
"I like eating chicken nuggies and playing with Ax and Autumn. I love my mommy and daddy. Okay, I'm done." Ivy said while taking off the headphones and hopping down from the stool and you and Jack couldn't help but to laugh.
"Ax, you ready?"
He immediately ran over to where you were and sat down on the stool as you put the headphones on and it looked as if he was thinking.
"You ready for daddy to play the song?"
"Yes, I have an idea now."
Once Jack heard that Axel was ready, he pressed play on the track and you soon heard Axel's voice. 
"Daddy is mad because I'm mommy's favorite boy. The end."
It took everything in you not to bust out laughing while Jack simply rolled his eyes as Axel smiled at him.
"I love you daddy!" Ax exclaimed as he came out the booth and went to sit in his lap.
"I'm starting to think that you don't, but okay. I'll let it slide this time."
"Okay, Autumn. It's your turn."
"My mommy and daddy can rap better than anybody and I'm next."
"Hmm, valid points were made, Autumn. Good job." Jack said as he high five her when she came out of the booth.
"Daddy, is the song good enough for us to get a Grammy?" She asked while looking up at him.
"Let me work my magic and it just might."
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elysium-library · 7 months
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Yandere x F!Reader
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Some creep hits on you and gets brutally reprimanded by your yandere 🖤
CW/TW: unwanted advances, bloody beatdown (to the creep not reader), wall sex, NSFW
"C'mon, sweetheart, don't be difficult."
You roll your eyes at the creep in front of you. He's got you trapped between him and a wall, his hands caging you in from the sides.
"Talk to me, sweetheart," he tries again, getting agitated. He pries your mouth open forcefully, pinching the sides of your lips hard. It hurts, not in a good way.
You look behind him, focusing on something else in the background. You smile wide against his hold. It makes him falter for a moment, letting you go. "H-hey, I could show ya a good time. What do you say?
"A good time?" You finally respond, your voice dripping with honey. There's a glint in your eyes that unsettles him. "Yes, I'm about to have a good time."
He gets lecherously excited, leaning in for a kiss. "R-right now? I- " He's flung backward onto the ground, concrete breaking his fall. His eyes go wide as a tall, broad figure stalks past him into your waiting embrace.
"Axel!" You sink into him with relief. "Axel, that creep's annoying me. I don't want him to bother me again."
Axel's eyebrows twitch, his entire body seething with jealous anger. He'd seen red when he spotted another man with you, even more so when he realized you were being harassed. "I'll take care of it for you," he mutters quietly, pressing a kiss into your hair. "Keep your eyes only on me."
"Yes, Axel," you say breathily. You lean against the wall, happy to take in his muscled form.
Axel turns to face the man on the ground. Axel's eyes take on the same glint as yours did before. The creep tries to crawl away, sweating in terror. Axel moves around him and kneels, grabbing him by the hair. "She's not yours to touch," he hisses, "especially not by force." Axel slams the creep's head into the concrete. Then he does it again. And again. Streams of blood start pouring out from the other man's orifices, splashing as his face is repeatedly smashed in.
Axel frowns, unhappy to be covered in another man's blood. He inspects the creep's face, eyeing his cuts and blooming bruises. The other man makes a warbled, wretched sound in Axel's grasp. Satisfied, Axel lifts him by the collar and throws him backward. The other man lands on his back with a sickening crack.
Axel walks over and kicks his sides hard, making sure his ribs are broken. He does it again for good measure. Then he hovers his boot above the creep's crotch. The other man's eyes widen shakily. He tries to protest, beg, scream, something. He can't even move anymore, solely at the mercy of the inevitable.
Axel isn't even paying attention; he's looking back at you. He wipes the blood off his mouth with his sleeve. "You're safe now," Axel tells you, voice gravely yet gentle. He keeps his eyes on yours as he smashes the other man's crotch in. Axel leaves the unconscious body there, desperately eager to get back to you.
You pull wipes out of your purse as Axel approaches you. He leans down so you can get the blood out of his hair. He unbuttons his shirt, shrugging off the stained article. Then you wipe his face off, caressing him as his skin is cleaned. The used wipes are piled onto his discarded shirt to be dealt with later; Axel wants to be with you now.
"Darling," he breathes. He holds your face gently as he gives you butterfly presses to your forehead, eyelids, cheeks... His onslaught of kisses are enthusiastically welcomed. "Axel," you laugh bubbly, enjoying his attention. "Thank you."
He pants sharply against your skin. His hold tightens on you as his kisses shift in intensity. He licks a trail of saliva down your neck and sucks hard.
"Ah, Axel!" It elicits a sensation you feel down to your very core. You place your hands on him for support, his muscled chest rising and falling under your fingertips. You rake your nails across his chest in nonsensical patterns, enjoying him.
Axel sinks his teeth into your shoulder, spottily tearing into your skin. You give him a shaky moan. He smiles into your shoulder, lapping up your blood. This is the kind of blood he prefers on him. "Fuck, darling, you're so beautiful."
He licks his lips and moves back to your neck, marking you for all to see. "My darling," he mutters darkly, "you're all mine."
He wants to be closer- needs to be closer to you. He pauses for a moment, looking around. There isn't anyone conscious in the area.
His mouth crashes against yours, desperately obsessive and full of love. You moan against him, opening your mouth for his tongue. There's a faint coppery taste from the blood he drew from you. You giggle into the kiss, scorching hot as it is.
His hands work to remove the barriers to get to you. He unzips his pants, adding them and his boxers to the pile. He pushes your short dress further up your hips to your stomach, carresesing you as he does. Then he tears your panties off, his patience tearing alongside the fabric.
He gives the pile a sideways glance, then reconsiders. He doesn't want your panties to touch the blood of another man, even if you can't wear them anymore. "Darling, would you mind?" He holds your panties out with his left hand, holds his wrist out on his right.
You blush, amused nonetheless. You tie your panties around his wrist, the slick of your cum smearing on his skin. He lifts his new bracelet to his face, breathing in your scent. A bit of your cum brushes onto his lips and he licks them hastily. You look into his eyes, watching his pupils blown wide.
He tears the front of your dress, your breasts spilling out before him. "Mine," he affirms. He wraps his arms around you, dipping his face to kiss your breasts. He bites into one, nails digging into the other. They both yield vibrant blood. He laps you clean, further insane. He growls "mine" and lifts you up, spreading your legs open for him. Then he thrusts upward, your slick pussy sheathing his cock all the way in.
"AXEL!" You scream, your head falling back.
He pauses, letting you wrap around him as best you can. "Fuck, darling", he groans tightly as you shift. And yet he waits for your slight nod before he presses you into the wall again. "Fuck", he says, his voice dripping with lust. He stays inside you now, not wanting to pull out of you. It's where he belongs.
His thrusts are brutal, consistent, and driven by everything pure and sinful he feels about you. He kisses and fucks those feelings into you, ecstatic by how receptive you are. You always are.
Axel!" You cry wantonly. "F-feels so good." Your body moves in tune with his. Your pussy sucks him in, absorbing and coating him. The feeling lulls you into a blasphemous heaven. "I love you, Axel," you tell him.
"I love you too." He's always happy to hear it. "I love you, I love you, I love you..." He folds you in half. You feel him shove himself balls-deep inside you. "Tell me who can touch you. Tell me who can take you."
Your eyelids shutter then your eyes roll back. "Mmm," you moan.
"Tell me who you belong to," he growls. He pulls himself all the way out before shoving everything back in. "I need you to tell me, darling."
"Aahh, you! Only you!" You cry out, magnificently tortured. "I'm yours, Axel!"
"Mine," he agrees, picking up pace. "I won't let anyone else take you."
"Y-yes, Axel!" You shudder. You're getting hot, too hot.
"I'd do anything for you." He's panting now. "Anything for your love."
"I-I know." You're losing focus again, a delicious inferno rising within.
"Fuck." His pace is becoming erratic, his cock swelling inside you. "I can't live without you. I can't live without your love."
"A-Axel, I-" You falter, then try again. "Axel, I'm c-close."
You feel him twitch inside you. He drops his head on your shoulder. "Give it to me, darling. Give me your love."
"Axel, Axel, Axel," you say his name like it's a mantra.
"You're almost there, darling." His voice is a rough whisper.
"Ah, Axel..."
"Yes, darling, c'mon."
The heat wells and burns through you uncontrollably. "AXEL, I'M CUMING!"
His eyes shine with a dangerous glint, a deadly sign for anyone who isn't you. With you-
He fucks you like an animal though your orgasm, slaming into you over and over. "Mine." He grunts against your skin. "Mineminemine." No reprieve. No mercy.
"MINE, ALL MINE." He's lost in the squelch of your pussy. He thrusts without abandon. Sweat pours down his brow. Fuck, he can't take it anymore.
"YOU'RE MINE." He finishes violently, your name a fervent prayer on his lips. Ropes of cum shoot into you, his love for you made real.
It sends you into a second climax, overstimulated to heaven and hell. "AX, AXEL, AX!"
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agnessharknes · 1 year
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The One When You're Out
Summary: You're out for the day due to a wedding, but chaos is always happening at Abbot Elementary.
Warnings: Fluff. Cuteness I guess? Fem!reader.
A/n: If you wanna send a melissa fic idea please do! Just know that I am only doing plutonic relationship storylines with her for now. Enjoyyyy
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You knew you had a lot of work to leave the kids. You would be out all day at a wedding in Colorado. You were in the wedding party and your morning started very early.
"Hello! Ok, so please let the sub know everything is in the folder, and if the kids get too excited and loud during English or math, Lamb Chop is in the bottom drawer of my desk," you texted Melissa.
You watched as the text bubble started to move.
"Lamb Chop?" she asked.
"It's...like a talking thing. Whoever has Lamb Chop is the one who gets to talk, and everyone else has to listen."
"Oh, I see here. Okay. You have Roberts today."
"That's great. She's great."
You stood there for a second, the bride entering the room.
"Holy shit," she said, her hair in a bun.
"What? What what. It's only 8am," you said, throwing your phone onto the bed.
"I know, I know, I know. Okay, makeup and hair are on the way. You, me, Krista, Kelly, and Justine will be in here. And then the other four are going to be next door."
"Okay," you said, trying to follow her around. "Now you know I-,"
"Where is Spencer?" she asked, cutting you off.
"I think Adam is with him. They don't have as much to do, you know, they aren't wearing makeup."
"They're probably asleep," she laughed.
"Wait but is Axel going to be in here with us for makeup?"
"Oh, shit- yes. Yes, they need to be woken up. They asked me to call them."
Katie, one of your best friends from college, was getting married to her high school sweetheart. You loved her, but sometimes she could be a bit much.
"Hon, I'll call Axel. You need to sit down and drink some tea or something." She laughed at you, giving you a tight hug.
"I'm getting married today!" she yelled, jumping up and down. There was a knock at the door, and the crew started to arrive. Chairs and makeup stands were laid out. Some of the girls entered with lattes, and room service was ordered for breakfast.
"Morning, honey," you heard on the other side of the phone.
"Hey, babes, this is your wake-up call for hair and makeup," you smiled.
"I'm on my way over," Axel said. You could tell they were about to appear in the fanciest gown you'd ever seen. Sure enough, they walked in, kitten heels on, nails done, face washed, and whitening strips were on.
"You are crazy," you said, looking down at their kitten heels.
"Baby, it's a big day we have to show OUT," they smiled, cracking a fan open.
"Now, don't you upstage me," Katie said, beginning to sip on a hot coffee.
"You are going to shine brighter than anyone here today, mama. Don't you worry."
You smiled, moving to sit in your chair. Looking down at your phone you noticed a text from Melissa.
"Have fun," she said, with a smile emoji.
You knew you were going to have a blast today. But you also knew you kind of wished you were with your kids teaching them their times tables and then meeting up with Melissa and Barbra for lunch, stopping to chat with Janine during class changes.
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Makeup was finished around 10, and hair wouldn't show up for another hour. Nail touch-ups were done by Axel, and champagne began pouring at 9:30.
There were fewer hair stylists than there were makeup artists, so while a few of the group began getting their hair done, you and Katie ordered room service for lunch.
You didn't even notice that you'd missed a text or five from Melissa.
"Roberts had to leave because of an emergency, and Ava can't find anyone else to cover."
"Where is your stapler?"
"Nevermind, I'll just go and get mine."
"Y/n, you didn't leave anything sheets for English, and they are telling me they don't know what they are supposed to be doing."
"What is your computer passcode? I'm just going to play some Planet Earth video or something."
"Oh shit," you said under your breath.
"Y/n, please answer," you saw pop up.
"Hi, sorry I'm here. What's up? Are you covering and teaching your class right now?" you asked.
"I need to call you," she texted back immediately.
"I- sorry yall, I need to step out for a second I'll be right back," you said over the music. You quickly walked into the highway, seeing Melissa's name pop up as the phone began to ring.
"Hey, hi," you said, answering facetime.
"Y/n, your computer won't let me log in, I am watching three different classes in two different rooms, and I can't figure out what this worksheet is," she said, glaring at you.
"The worksheet goes with the video, and I sent you my password," you said, feeding off her energy.
"It's not working it's- third graders, there should be no talking! My second graders, please focus on the video and fill out your papers."
"Melissa," you said, your voice suddenly calmer than before.
"Y/n don't zen me right now I don't have time, now how do I get into this computer," she said. You watched the camera move around as she walked into your classroom to try and get the computer to work.
"Oh, that's not good," you heard her say. She turned the phone around to reveal a computer with a blank screen. "It's frozen I can't get this to change screens," she said, turning the phone back onto herself.
"I have to stand in between the two classrooms to watch both of the rooms," she said walking back out.
"Where is Mr. Johnson?" you asked.
"Subbing for Carlson in 6th grade."
"Where is Ashley I thought-,"
"Don't even ask me about where she is."
"Melissa," you said, your tone demanding.
"Listen I know this isn't your fault, but I can't watch this many kids at once. And Ava isn't doing anything to help, big surprise."
"Hey- I'm doing a lot right now, I'm too busy," Ava said, passing Melissa in the hallway. "You wouldn't understand."
"Ava I-,"
"MELISSA," you said quickly. She looked at you, her hand gripping the phone. You gave her a look, telling her to keep her mouth shut. There was no point in fighting with Ava now.
"Take a deep breath," you said. She did, her eyes noticeably tearing up.
"Ah- no, no. There is no room for that right now. Take a breath," you said, your voice calming her.
You watched as she took a deep breath through her nose, blowing all of the air out through her mouth, her hand meeting her hip.
"You look gorgeous," she said softly. "What do I do?" she asked after a second. She turned and leaned against the wall between the two classrooms.
"Thank you. Take a second, and gather your thoughts. If my computer doesn't work, then just give them the worksheet, and tell them to fill in all of the answers they know. They should know most of them without the video. When they're done, they can either read or color."
"Okay, and then what?" She was angry. More at herself than at you.
"Then it's time for recess, and then they go to the music room. After that, they are to take their quiz for math."
"Okay," she said. You could tell that she had calmed down once she knew the proper order of things.
"I'm sorry that this fell on you. But you're crushing it," you said with a smile. She smiled back, her eyes rolling.
"Well, thanks. I needed that," she smiled, her head leaning back on the wall.
"Do you hear that?" she asked quickly.
"Um...no," you said, trying to hear from your end of the phone.
"HEY, SIT DOWN," she said turning into her classroom. "Amir, what are you doing on the second-grade side? You have a quiz on your desk."
You stared at the screen, trying to seem non-existent.
"I know Ms. Schemmenti but Raven said that if I let her use my pencil, I could have some of her candy," Amir responded, a gummy worm hanging out of his mouth.
"Ok, next class I'll teach you how to properly barter but until then, please sit down and take your test."
"But Ms. Schemmenti-," Raven argued.
"Ah- ah. It was on you to give him that before you got the pencil. You know that the pencil cup is up at my desk," Melissa was now head deep into the classroom, watching her second graders work on a science project and her third graders taking a test. The video on the board distracted her third graders.
"Melissa, everything okay?" you heard.
"Yep just fine," Melissa said. Sounds of children screaming came from the room as one of their experiments fell to the floor.
"Hello y/n," Barbra said, waving at you before stepping into the classroom.
"All right, listen. Up," you heard, Barbra's voice poking at the last two words.
"A saint," Melissa smiled at you before entering your classroom.
"Go to my computer and try to log in again. Sometimes it just takes a few tries," you said. One of the girls popped their head out, calling you in for your turn to get your hair done.
"It worked! I got it to work," Melissa said. You looked at the ceiling for a second before she picked up the phone, moving your view about.
"Great, there you go. Listen, I'll make you one of your favorites when I get back," you smiled, heading back into the room.
"Don't screw up my baked ziti," she said, glaring at you into the phone.
"I will try."
"Kids say hi to Ms. L/n," Melissa said. A sound of children yelling hello blasted through the phone.
"Hey, nuggets! Be nice to Ms. Schemmenti for me, okay?" you yelled.
"We willllll!" you heard.
"Alright, I'll get this movie started. I'll see you when you get back," Melissa said, turning the phone back to herself.
"Thank you," you smiled.
"Thank you," she said back. She hung up quickly, leaving you staring at your home screen, 10 unread texts.
"I'm here, I'm here, so sorry," you said, running into your chair.
"Cheers," Katie smiled, handing you a glass.
"Cheers!" you responded, taking a large gulp.
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oblivionscience · 4 months
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Saix: Axel. Darling. Sweetheart. Light of my life.
Axel: You're angry with me, aren't you?
Saix, smiling sweetly: Livid.
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shatteredminds · 2 years
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@taterswithranch
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Thor Rothrekr Axel
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Frigg Vigdess Vinter
Signý Idonia Byström
Words- Old norse
Father- faðir
Daughter- dóttir
Bubbles
While dieing was painful, the vail that nations went to was quite peaceful. Unless you encounter enemy nation form your past.
Though today was not the case. No, today Thor was relaxing. Or so he thought.
*pop*
'Huh, what was that?' The dragon thought, proving himself up on his elbow due to the fact that he was laying on his back in his halfway dragon form.
*pop* *pop* *pop*
His tail twitched. What was this sound, is his family's den under attack?
*pop* *pop*
"Faðir, come here." He heard his eldest child, Signý, call for him.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Getting up, he stretched quickly amd jogged over to where his daughter is outside.
*pop* *pop*
"What is it my dóttir, is everything alrigh-" Thor starts, getting cut off as some strange floating orbs drifting around his eldest. One touched his arm and disappeared on contact.
*pop*
"By Oden's beard, what is this?" He questioned, touching the wet and sticky spot the strang orb let left on his arm.
Signý shrugged, "I don't have the faintest idea what they are, but they make a funny sound." She says, using her fingers to pop some if them.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Tilting his head, Thor poped one that was floating towards him.
*pop*
A wide, fanged, goofy grin formed on his face. He poped another, and another. Soon both him and Signý were poping the strange orbs laughing and having the times of their afterlife.
Meanwhile, in the den near a window.
*pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*
Frigg stood there, looking out the window. Watching as her husband and daughter poping those strange orbs.
*pop* *pop* *pop*
"Their idiots, but there my idiots." She murmers before taking a sip of her ale.
*pop*
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toasttt11 · 4 months
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introducing freya
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Freya Elisabeth Hischer was born on March 13, 2021 to her parents Nico Hischer and Eleanor Rose Brooks.
Nico and Eleanor childhood sweethearts and were in love for years, having got married before they moved to New Jersey and wanted to have their first child together but complications happened and Freya was coming seven weeks early before she was supposed to and the birth not only almost killed a preemie Freya but it killed Eleanor, leaving behind a heartbroken Nico.
Nico never once thought it was his daughters fault because it wasn’t and he wouldn’t ever blame her for something she had no control of and he knew his Eleanor is glad their daughter lived.
Eleanor’s family never approved of Nico and Eleanor’s relationship and when they heard of the death of their daughter they only blamed Freya leaving the commutation between Freya and her mothers side almost nonexistent.
Eleanor has a younger brother Caleb who moved to live with Eleanor and Nico the second he turned 18, moved there when Eleanor was four months pregnant and was very excited for his niece to come and was in the hospital when his sister died, he neither ever blamed Freya.
Caleb having knowing Nico since he was born always looked up to Nico as a older brother and following him in his passion of hockey, another thing his parents disapprove of. Caleb was drafted second overall in the 2020 NHl draft to the New Jersey Devils as a defenseman.
Nico, Caleb and Freya continued to live in the apartment Eleanor had picked out, Jack Hughes had moved into his friend’s apartment building and soon was joined with his daughter Axel.
Freya and Axel became fast friends even as a baby they easily babbled with each other and giggles together.
Freya being the older one was always more protective of her best friend and wanted to protect her from everything, especially from treatment Axel received from mother.
Freya and Axel are the opposite of people but the two fit extremely well with each other.
The two playing hockey with eachother their whole lives had made the two became an insane team on the ice and became the first two women in the NHL, Freya the first overall pick a year before and Axel the first overall pick the year joining each other on the same team.
Freya has always been very in tune with Axel and notice her anxious ticks and knows Axel feels the best on the ice so there’s been many times she had a gently grabbed Axels hands and took her to the rink laying with her till Axel felt better.
Nico always told Freya that her mother loved the stars so Freya likes to the stars as she would talk to her mother if she had the chance.
Freya and Axel have had the nicknames ace and space for just each other since they were young, Axel being ace and Freya being spade, from a young age all the way till their in the NHL especially when the two work together to score a goal it’s always the ace of spades scored.
Freya chose the number 11 because of Axel’s nickname ace which is number 1 in the deck of cards, and Axel choosing the number 66 as a reminder of the six months age difference between the two.
The six month age difference never bothered the two, they barely even remembered it until they realized Freya would get drafted a year before Axel and that year had the longest times they had been away from each other before Axel got drafted going to the same team as Freya.
Freya has always hate physical touch more and more as she grew up, some days she can’t handle any touch and she knows her best friend Axel loves touch so once in a while Freya can’t tolerate a quick hug or a head rested on her shoulder by Axel.
Freya had picked out a snow leopard stuff animal when Nico and her went to meet Axel for the first time and Axel has kept it since and while spray it with Freya’s perfume to cuddle the stuff animal to sleep better as Freya usually can’t handle cuddling up to Axel all night.
Freya and Axel are menaces together from a young age terrorizing anybody and anyone and nobody was safe from their pranks but them.
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