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etfrin · 6 months

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⤷ ❝No! I love love you!❞´ˎ- | Ethan Landry

Warning - partying/mentions of alcohol, being drunk | lmk if I forgot anything!

Summary - Ethan is in love with you. You go to a party, get drunk, he brings you back home, your drunken ass decides to put makeup on him then you confess your love

| masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

Ethan Landry x female! Reader

Ethan was scrolling down his Instagram feed as you got ready for the party,

You were applying the finishing touches of your makeup as Ethan looked up from his phone to you. His mind is awe-struck as he sees you are wearing the lipstick he bought. “You’re looking good,” he remarked, a blush creeping onto his face. He looked away, his attention on his phone again, but it failed to be a distraction.

His heart was beating faster than it should. For a moment, he wondered if he was having an attack from your beauty. But, it wasn’t the first time he was close to death’s door from you. From the first time you had smiled at him to now, every action of yours made him question reality. You were real? It was hard to believe at times causing him to pinch himself randomly whenever you were knocking his breath away.

Even now, he had subtly pinched his hand, the pain alerting him that this wasn’t a fever dream. You were real, just wasn’t his.

“Ethan! Ethan, you dumbass,” he hears you say. He turns his attention to you in a second, his phone forgotten in his hand. “Yes, love,” he said, making sure his voice was soft, and soothing to hear.

You give him an amused smile, “Lost in your head, E? I called you several times.” He felt his body flushing with embarrassment. Stupid, stupid, stupid, he thought. “Oh, I was thinking about an assignment,” he lied, trying to make himself look less like a lovesick idiot. “It’s due soon,” he adds for extra measure.

You don’t catch the lie, instead, you tease him by saying, “That’s why you should always finish assignments beforehand, stupid.” He gives you a shrug, “Some of us have a life that includes getting out of the house,” he quips back, knowing you would never take his words in an insulting manner.

You only chuckle in reply, too busy fixing your dress. He gets out of bed to stand behind you in front of the mirror. He wraps his arm around from behind, pulling you to his chest, his head now on his shoulder, effectively hugging you. For a moment, he wondered if you feel his heart racing, the beats seemingly echoing in his ears. His breath hitching from having you so close to him. This was nothing to you but a friendly hug, a habit he developed due to you giving him hugs like this more often than it should be appropriate.

You leaned back to him, your eyes meeting his in the mirror. He couldn’t hide the love he felt for you but you were too blind to notice it. “I look pretty, right” you questioned, grinning.

He hides his face in your hair to avoid looking at you, to avoid making himself the fool he already was. “So pretty,” he whispered. You hum in question, not catching his answer,

“You look good,” he said again, taking a step away from you. He had to stop himself from hugging you again, to feel you in his arms, his body against yours.

Fuck, he was so in love.

Getting the confirmation you wanted, you leave for the party, Ethan’s hand in yours. Your fingers were interlocked with his in a tight grip, not breaking even when the hold got slippery. He was leading the way, walking a bit faster than usual but making sure you could keep pace, his hold never faltering. You would squeeze his hand as a code for him to slow down, and his legs always slowed down after each squeeze.

Soon, you reach the party, the loud music blaring at your ears. It doesn't take much time for you to lose each other. Him in the corner sipping a drink and talking to a few others while you let loose on the dancefloor. Even when he was chatting with someone else, he made sure to keep his eyes on you so that nobody would take advantage of you. He knew you could pull a mean punch but extra safety never hurt.

The music continues and the minutes spent in the party blend into hours as you keep drinking your shorts knowing Ethan wasn't much of a drinker.

A faint pain creeping on your legs made you realize that's enough dancing for the night and you looked around to find Ethan. Your eyes meet him and you smile, walking to him.

You smelled of cheap beer and the perfume you wore. You wrapped your arms around him, and with a high-pitched voice you whined, "Ethan." Ethan already knew what to do, familiar with your drunkenness.

He patted your back, "Come on, let's get you home." You only giggled in response, your mind fuzzy with alcohol and the happy chemicals that came with the dancing.

He takes most of your weight as he drags you back to your dorm. He sits on your bed, sighing as you stand in front of the mirror, trying to remove your makeup before sleeping. You were doing a shoddy job and Ethan being the sweetheart he is couldn't stand the mess you were making, knowing that you would probably scream at yourself when you notice the smudges of red lipstick and the blue eyeliner all over your face.

He takes the make-up remover wipes to gently swipe down on your face to get rid of the mess. Meanwhile, your hands were around his waist, your face tilted up so he could have access.

Your lips formed a drunken smile as he continued to wipe down your makeup, wasting more wipes than he should. After he finishes, you properly hug him. Your face is buried into his chest.

"You would look pretty with makeup," you murmur, "Can I pretty please apply make-up on you, E? You're so handsome… I want to make you look beautiful."

Your voice was slurred but the way your eyes were twinkling with hope. How could he say no? He was a bit nervous, surely you would make a mess with your lack of motor skills right now.

But it would be a core memory for him even if you don't remember it in the morning.

Now, you were on his lap, his face covered in a shade of foundation that didn't match his skin tone at all. His cheeks are a horrible shade of pink. He looked like a nightmare, in all honesty, but the way your eyes were formed into a crescent as you kept giggling, trying to apply the red shade of lipstick on him made him feel like a prince.

When you lean back to admire the nightmare you painted, you are wheezing with laughter. Ethan grips your waist tightly so that you can still be balanced.

"I love you," he whispered, the words heavy on his tongue because he would never mean it just as a friend. You stopped laughing, you smiled a sweet smile. Your hands cup his cheek, pulling him closer. His breath hitches because he thought you would kiss him and he should pull away. You're drunk, you don't- you don't know what you're doing but he stays still frozen as your lips begin to bridge the gap.

Your lips brush against his, a touch that makes him think he reached heaven. "I love you too," you whispered. "Not like I love you," he whispered back, wanting to pull you closer to get a proper kiss. You shake your head, "No, Ethan! I love love you." You add, "I love you so much I want to kiss you and go insane from your touch."

You wouldn't remember your words in the morning, apologizing to Ethan for being a chaos incarnate the previous night.

But Ethan would. He would always remember the kiss you shared after your confession. He would make sure that you were his in the upcoming days.

this is dedicated to that one person who posted that we need more Ethan fluff, i hope this post finds it's way to you because you're the one i wrote it for (and myself)

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lady-of-nightmares-and-heartache · 11 months

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Crossed

Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

You never were able to sleep all that well, knowing that your best friend was out all night fighting crime, and out all day staging unpermitted political actions, and concerts with his band. Hobie Brown did entirely too much.

He makes it a point to check in every so often so that you know he hasn’t forgotten about you. His only non-band member friend and the only one in his universe that knew about his big secret. Hobie Brown was Spider-Punk, and it was a full-time, penniless gig.

Shortly after you had become friends, you learned about his identity on accident. You were glad you did though, because it explained a lot about his prolonged absences. When he officially became homeless because he didn’t have an actual job, you offered up your place until he could get back on his feet.

That was a few months ago. Now he happily has his own flat, but spends just as much time at your own flat, if not more than his own.

So when he hasn’t stopped by or called in a week, you were worried. You know that he got called to Spider Society HQ to deal with some anomaly threat, but that was a week ago. Normally he’d be back by now, or would call you mid-fight just to check in.

You’re in your cotton shorts and an oversized tshirt while you watch a scary movie in the living room before heading off to bed. You likely won’t sleep well anyway, so you’re not overly concerned about potential nightmares.

While jump-scares are a cheap way to get a reaction out of the audience, they get you every time. So when the music peaks and the demon suddenly appears on screen AND you hear a violently loud, very real noise right outside of your bedroom window, your heart jumps into your throat and you swear you can feel your soul leave your body.

Pausing the movie (there’s no way you’re gonna continue watching that tonight) you creep towards your bedroom. Slowly opening the door, you see a figure opening up your window very slowly and shakily stepping into your bedroom. You flick on the light and you immediately calm down.

“Hobie, you nearly gave me a heart attack! Where have you been!”

Hobie pulls his mask off and looks at you, and you immediately notice that his eyes seem unfocused.

“Sorry bout th’t love.”

He takes a step forward and promptly crumples to the ground.

You’re only frozen in shock for about 30 seconds, but it feels like ages. You rush forward and drop to your knees, attempting to scan him for injury.

“Hobie?? Oh my god what happened to you??”

Hobie groans and mutters something unintelligible. You immediately get to removing his leather vest and that’s when you see the blood seeping through his spidey suit. You suck in a sharp breath.

“Hobie, I’m gonna have to remove this so I can fix it okay? I know you don’t like hospitals so I’m going to stop the bleeding and see if I can fix this.”

You’re amazed that you don’t panic, as you carefully lift Hobie’s shoulders up towards you so you can peel the top half of his suit down until it hangs around his waist. Carefully leaning him back into a flat position on the floor you gulp. It’s a lot of blood. You’re hesitant to leave him but you have to grab the first aid kit and some towels from the bathroom. You run there and back and immediately press the towel to the gaping wound that stretches from his brusing ribs to his lower side of his stomach.

The minute you apply pressure his eyes fly open with a gasp and he tries to sit up.

“Hobie, Hobie stop” he looks panicked and disoriented. “It’s just me, love.” You adopt the nickname that he calls you hoping it’ll snap him back to reality.

It has the desired effect, and he winces as he slowly lays back down.

“That bloody hurts y’know th’t?”

“I know,” you look down at the towel which is thoroughly soaked through and replace it with the next one. “I can’t get the bleeding to stop,” your voice pitches up towards the end of the sentence showing how worried you are. “And I’m certain this needs stitches.”

Hobie peers at you, pain still clouding his vision. He manages to lift a hand and place it over yours. “No.. hmph, no hospitals.”

You sigh. What seems like hours (it was really only twenty minutes) you finally staunch the blood and prep for the stitches.

“This’ll be a bit painful innit.” Hobie phrased it like a question, but really it was a statement. You brushed the sweat from his forehead.

“It will. I’ll try to be as gentle as possible.”

You chew your bottom lip as you begin the sutures. Obviously you want to get it done as fast as possible, but it also has to be done right. With every pull you can feel Hobie tense up as he tries not to flinch.

His breathing is ragged so you try to distract him by getting him to talk.

“You know, I was worried when I hadn’t heard from you for a couple days. I know you don’t believe in consistency but I had a feeling something was wrong when you never checked in… how did this happen??”

Hobie squeezes his eyes shut as you pull the needle until this portion of the stitch is taut.

“Just the usual ‘azards that come wit being spidey,” he grits out.

You scoff. “Hobart Brown, in the last two years that I’ve known you, you’ve never even come home with a scratch.”

“We’ve had a bit of a multiverse crisis.. s’why I been gone for so long”

You hum in contemplation as you make your way through the last few stitches.

“What happened?”

You tie off the thread and disinfect the area again, as Hobie tells you all about Miles Morales and Miguel and The Spot.

“So these canon events happen to everyone?”

Hobie averts his eyes. “What of it?”

It seems like a touchy subject, so you decide to leave it alone. Just because your friends, doesn’t mean you’re entitled to know every little detail about him, just like he doesn’t know every little detail about you.

“C’mon.”

You help Hobie up off the floor, and lead him to your bed. His arm immediately crosses his middle holding his aching ribs. Hobie starts to protest, saying he’ll just head back to his flat.

“Hobie, please lay down. I want you here so I can make sure you don’t rip your stitches, and you’re not swinging to your place.”

“Aye I’ll do it, but not b’cause you told me to.”

Once he lays flat on his back you go change into some not blood soaked clothes. You decide to toss all bloody paraphernalia in the dumpster outside, so you slip on your sneakers. Not five minutes later, you’re perched on the edge of your bed.

“Miles seems like a good kid,” you say absentmindedly.

“‘e is, jus’ wanted to fit in wit the likes of us.”

You grab his hand. “I’m proud of you.”

He raises a pierced eyebrow at you. “For wha’?”

“Helping Miles try to stop this.” You rub your thumb across the back of his hand, the shock of finding Hobie the way you did starting to wear off, and a deep sense of unaddressed dread starting to set in.

Hobie shakes his head. “He betta stop ‘is event, or I got all a these stitches for nothin.”

Your thumb stops moving and you squeeze his hand.

“What does that mean?”

Hobie’s silence is VERY loud.

Finally the puzzle pieces start to click into place.

“Nothin’ love, I jus-“

“Hobart Brown, is this ridiculously deep laceration from Miguel O’Hara?”

Hobie winces at the deadly (deceiving) calm in your voice.

“Uh it’s possible-“

“I’m going to kill him myself.”

As if a higher power was listening to you, Hobie’s watch activated requesting he return to HQ.

“Perfect!”

“Love it’s prob’bly a trap-“

Too late. You reach across for his other wrist and slap the button that opens the portal. One minute you’re in your apartment, and the next you’re on your first interdimensional travel field trip, with Hobie right beside you.

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Crossed Masterlist

#hobie brown #hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie my beloved #light angst #part 1 of idk how many #hobie brown atsv #atsv hobie

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creedslove · 9 months

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can you please do an imagine where pedro is really sweet during your pregnancy

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: I'm sorry, but I changed to Joel because well, I love Joel ❤️

Joel Miller thought he wouldn't need to worry about diapers, baby proofing the house, baby clothes and food and everything else, well, not until it was time for his sweet Sarah to give him a grandbaby

But life is kinda funny and guess what, you're pregnant with his baby

And Joel Miller has to start everything again

Only that this time he's older and though he knows his back is definitely gonna kill him, he also knows that now he has the experience to handle the situation better

And money is also not as tight as it was once, but he still gets worried about the fact he was left by Sarah's mom and though he knows you won't bail on him, there's still a small fear in the back of his mind

But you have a serious talk with him and you assure him you will be there for him, if he's there for you

If he doesn't want to, he can get the fuck out and not look back

You knew he wouldn't do that, but you were just as scared and anxious as he was, and you also had some bad thoughts that ended up taking the best of you

Joel was surprised at your reaction, but to see you were so effectively defending your baby, he realized you wouldn't walk away, and he was also not gonna walk away

And as the weeks turn into months, Joel goes to all your appointments with you, even if he needs his workers to take the jobs for him, or Tommy cover for him

And his heart beats faster when he sees your belly growing, it makes him so proud to know he put a baby in there

Every time he's out, he ends up buying something for the baby, whether it's a plushie, or little baby shoes, he can't help but buy it for the baby

He is so attentive and he is always willing to give you back rubs, or foot rubs when you're too tired

Joel Miller would 100% hold your hair during morning sickness

He loves applying lotion to your round belly, just caressing your skin and low-key talking to the baby, but he doesn't do it very loud because he's a little shy

He also plays the guitar for the baby

And he gets in charge of the remodeling of the room

He reminds you every day of how beautiful you are, even if you don't think so

And he also shows you how beautiful you are by helping you with the pregnancy hormones

And you drain and exhaust that man

Let's just say Joel gets into the habit of going back home for lunch, so he can have a quickie too

He helps you set things up for your baby shower in the backyard, it's a small party, but he likes that you're happy

And he helps you open your presents too, and organize everything into the baby room

It was fun, but also a little scary, because it meant things were getting real and you would soon welcome a beautiful baby into your lives ❤️

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanons #pedro pascal headcanon #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller headcanons #joel miller headcanon

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livwritesstuff · 3 months

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Angsty question- feel free to ignore if you want.

Historically, dads yelling has always been a very not-good sound. Especially to girls.

What happened the first time Steve or Eddie (or both) yelled? Not even at the girls; it could’ve been a heated argument they were having.

How old were the girls? What did they do? How did Steve and Eddie feel? What did they do?

oooh okay i definitely took my time mulling over this one bc i wanna make sure i’m getting my wording right

(and reading this back i’m realizing i kind of don’t really answer your actual question hope that’s okay lol)

I think a really important facet of this is that (in this ‘verse) Steve is a licensed and practicing trauma counselor. Not only does he know how harmful (and counter-productive) yelling can be, he also knows all sorts of other methods for communication that are just better.

It’s not that the girls don’t ever piss him off or do stupid shit and get in trouble – he just knows way more effective ways to get them to realize oh shit, I fucked up than by yelling at them.

(I think if anything, he could be a stress-yeller, but by the time he and Eddie start fostering kids, he’s been through so much shit that he doesn’t really ever hit that stress threshold anymore).

And then, I think with Eddie, he’s still as dramatic as ever even in middle-aged adulthood, and I think he gets loud about things pretty much regardless of the emotion behind it, so the girls aren’t super phased by it if/when he does get loud from a place of anger or frustration. I also feel like Eddie tends to defer to Steve when it comes to the heavier parts of parenthood, precisely because he knows that Steve is coming at it from a place of clinical expertise in a way that he himself isn’t. Steve isn’t a yeller, so neither is Eddie. Maybe if Steve had been more inclined to yell, Eddie would be too.

Same thing applies with Steve and Eddie’s communication with each other – they don’t really get into screaming matches over shit, but when they do argue or have disagreements or conflict or whatever, they get mean, and I think this is where there could be some problems.

Like, they can throw some serious barbs at each other when they want to (and they’ve known each other for a long time so they’ve got plenty of ammo), and when the girls are little, it’s easy to forget in the heat of the moment that they actually can understand what their dads are saying.

Hence why, a few hours after an argument (about nothing – they were just both in pissy moods at the same time, and with Hazel not even five months old yet they’re not really getting much sleep which doesn’t help things at all), Steve finds three-year-old Robbie crying in her room, and when he asks her what’s wrong, she whimpers, “Moe said you and Daddy are gonna get a divorce.”

And, fuck, Moe is only six, and Steve didn’t know that she even knew what divorce was (though it’s possible he and Eddie had gossiped a little too close to the sun about one of their neighbors’ divorce earlier that same week, so maybe that one's on them), and the notion that her brain had been able to make that connection from the things she'd heard earlier had Steve feeling like the worst guy on the planet.

Then, when they sat down with the older two girls to make sure they knew that everything was fine and no one was getting divorced, it only got worse because Moe started repeating back to them the shitty things they had said to each other, and there’s a special kind of shame in hearing word-for-word the vitriol he’d directed at Eddie – who he loves; no argument could ever change that – coming out of his kindergartener’s mouth.

Yeah, so anyways, I don’t really think yelling would necessarily be an issue with them, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some real flaws in their communication that stick with the girls.

#eddie: do you think they’d even let us get divorced #eddie: they only just made gay marriage legal – do you think they’d even have the protocol in place for gay divorce #steve: please don’t joke about that right now. read the damn room for once.#liv’s steddie dads verse #liv says stuff

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wolvertooth · 4 months

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share your silly billy headcanons

fuckkk i gotta think of some silly ones….

ok these arent all silly but. perhaps a bit billy.

Random Logan Headcanons;

i think logans got a real sweet tooth. but also just poor eating habits in general. like he’ll just eat tubs of icecream and call it dinner. its not really much of a headcanon ig, since its shown a couple times in canon….

ig a headcanon related to that would be that he has no fucking clue how to shop for groceries, mainly just eating whatevers around the xmansion or going to the gas station/corner store for snacks. if he went to an actual grocery store i feel like he’d get easily overwhelmed, overthink it, and get paranoid about people judging him(grocery shopping is peak Normal human behaviour and the standards are EXTREMELY HIGH). he also just hates shopping in general.

for a lot of things in his life he tends to settle for just surviving, not really having much care for the quality of his living conditions, just as long as theres somewhere to sleep n things to eat n alcohol to drink.

logan makes more animal noises when hes around his friends, and even more when hes alone. theyre basically vocal stims.

he talks/monologues to himself a lot. used to a lot more, but now its mostly when hes alone.

despite all the talk of needing to be more Man than Animal, he actually likes showing of his mutant abilities. like hes always up to arm wrestle, race someone, or do a cool trick with his claws. he’ll show off his healing factor too, ignoring the pain for pleasure of just getting a reaction out of someone, especially if hes doing a bit.

watches sports just to have some stimulation for his brain. he doesnt really have an interest in sports, but has picked up some context over just from watching it for so long that he knows the basics of whats going on. mostly comes in handy so he can have an excuse to yell at something. but honestly he’d probably even yell at a cooking show.

sleeps nude, mainly just a texture problem. he can sleep in terrible conditions when out on missions and stuff, but when at home he tries to have it as comfortable as possible.

reads a lot of books(again, as a way of keeping his brain stimulated) and leans towards more slice of life ones, as well as romance.

chews on his dogtags.

Random Victor Headcanons;

also makes animal noises as a vocal stim, but a lot of them are more involuntary. his meowing is also really high pitch compared to his regular speaking voice.

listens to music to keep his brain stimulated. loud stuff. he also gets some noise cancelling headphones at somepoint, and likes that they just look like regular headphones.

flicks his nails together as a stim.

a harmful stim he has is scratching himself, like long lines across anywhere on his skin.

he kept one of logans button up shirts after a fight one time, a super long time ago, and uses it as something to snuggle for comfort when he sleeps. side effect from this is that sometimes when fighting, logans scent will make him sleepy….

likes trench coats that have a fuck ton of pockets. he likes to be prepared, but also refuses to buy a handbag, so hes got all kinds of weird stuff in his pockets.

watches a lotttttt of tv. and movies. hes kind of a cinephile.

the reason his hair is so perfect all the time is that the healing factor applies to stuff like hair and nails as well. unlike logan(who uses a bunch of hair product daily) victor keeps his natural. he rarely even needs to brush it. he took to putting it up in a ponytail for when he needs to look more professional, since normally its fairly big and fluffy. he’ll sometimes put it up in a high ponytail or bun too, and occasionally add accessories n braids to it.

prefers hot showers/baths. also hangs out in his hot tub a lot. makes him feel clean.

huge wardrobe, all kinds of outfits. he tends to keep a lot of his clothes from over the decades, even if he doesnt wear them anymore.

#asks #sabretooth #victor creed #wolverine #logan howlett

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msallurea · 1 month

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Gurl I don't know how am I gonna get over this, I've been having an unstoppable intrusive thoughts for a while, my family was always fighting I can't sleep, opening tumblr and seeing int he news feed saying manifestation isn't real but actually is but I'm kinda triggered, idk how am I gonna handle this, I'm feel like falling apart for a while, I'm feeling tortured.

To help with intrusive thoughts, something that clears my mind is either crying til I feel better or writing everything I feel out or both at the same time. Though it's intense the clearness afterwards is rewarding. As fir fighting and not being able to sleep, if u can get noise canceling headphones and wear them or u can try what I call a tuning out exercise. As someone who maladaptive daydreams due to trauma and anxiety, this is something I do naturally when my stress is too high. What u wanna do is focus all your attention on what's going on in ur head even if u hear all the arguing in the background. If you can visualize take yourself somewhere in your mind, it can be anywhere, focus your attention entirely on making that scene either as vividly or as ideally as possible. If you can't visualize have a inner convo with yourself or focus on the black behind your eyes and imagine it swallowing you up being like a blanket of peace. When focusing on the black behind your eyes your gonna bring attention to relaxing each part of your body OR relaxing the part of your body with the most tension. For me when I've done it I focus on my heart because when I'm too stressed hy heart and stomach hurt the most. Eventually it gets to a point where you've focused on it so well that despite any noise outside of you you've already tuned it out unless of course you bring your attention back to the arguing in the background. There are side effects to this though, you could develop maladaptive daydreaming if u don't do that already, you could end up talking to yourself much more if you're the type to affirm out loud or have your inner convo out loud also you could develop being disassociate from reality. All this thing I already have on my own due to me being on schizophrenic spectrum and as a neurodivergent my escapism tendencies as u can see play a part in this. But this is why Journaling was my second option for you. When Journaling focus on everything you're writing sometimes you cam find key reoccurring things that your mind thinks and u may not even be aware of it but it gives you an idea on what you should work on mentally.

As for your manifesting issue, I'll tell you like I've told myself when I once deleted tumblr, if you're doubting manifesting because of someone else perspective and experience on it then you've already failed from the start. You're basing your manifestation experience through another person's lenses and that's why you yourself are doubting. You will never ever know if manifestation truly works if you don't apply it for yourself and not just think whether or not it works based on someone else's success or "failure"

#msallurea #law of assumption

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yvettepenned · 2 years

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"Welcome Aboard, This is Your Captain Speaking" [Top Gun Maverick - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin]

Masterpost | Request Info | Coming Soon!

Warnings: smut 18+ only, MINORS DNI, consenting parties, female reader, riding, p in v,

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x female!reader

Category | Scenario: smut | you’ve never ridden your boyfriend before, on account of “bad knees”, but on his birthday, you decide to, and almost immediately regret it.

Word Count: ~1.4k

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It had been a long week, especially for Jake. With a new stressful assignment, coming up, Jake hadn’t had much downtime, and there certainly hadn’t been any sex this week.

Jake walked into your shared bedroom and collapsed face first into the bed. You stood over in the entrance to the ensuite, a robe covering your body. A long groan came from the navy aviator currently sprawled on the bed and you took this moment to appraise his body. The muscles under the skin of his back were visible as he lay. His pants were the only thing left on his body, with his shirt strewn on the floor.

“Oh baby, hard day?” you asked as you finished applying the oil to your hands. Another loud groan was heard from Jake as you took strides towards the bed. You climbed onto the bed and straddled his ass before planting your warm hands on his back and began to massage him.

A moan was ripped from his mouth when your hands massaged along his lower back before you moved your hands further up his back to massage his shoulders.

“With those moans honey, it sounds like you wanna have sex,” you said in a joking matter.

“What I wouldn’t give, but I don’t have it in me tonight, pretty, the only energy I have is to lie down,” Jake said, followed by another moan given by your exquisite hands.

“Why don’t you lie on your back baby, let me treat you tonight,” you said, laying lazy open mouth kisses along his shoulders.

Jake wasted no time in agreeing before turning over onto his back. You could already see his dick getting hard behind his pants.

You shimmied down and began undoing the closure of his pants. You took your time pulling out his cock, resting his half hard dick in your hands before making a big show of licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. His cock was just above average in length, but was the thickest you’ve been with. The first couple of times having sex were difficult due to his girth, the pain wasn’t an amazing feeling, but the pleasure far outweighed the pain, especially with the expert foreplay in the form of cunnilingus Jake just seemed to be a master at.

You focused the attention from your mouth to the head of his cock, licking and sucking it with the occasional nip. You felt the head of his cock flare as the vein on the underside of his cock enlarged minimally with the rush of extra blood. Jake took this time to lift his arms up and rested his hands behind his head, a smirk plastered on his face, his regular cockiness back in full effect with the ‘pick-me-up-promise’ of head.

Despite his carefree demeanor, your sucking seemed to have an effect, as his smirk faltered for a brief glimpse of his sweet ecstasy face he kept locked up tight, the falter was quickly dealt with though. A shit eating grin made its way onto his face as you took more of his dick into your mouth.

Keeping your mouth open without teeth but sucking enough to give him pleasure was always hard to keep in balance, but you managed if it meant you got to hear that sigh of pleasure he only released when given head. And you did. And fuck, what you wouldn’t give to hear that sigh all the damn time.

It got dangerously close to that orgasm face, so you decided to stop sucking and to give him his real present. Releasing the hand on his dick, you began shimmying back up his body, removing your robe, letting it slip off your shoulders and body before abandoning it onto the floor.

Jake did a double take and almost removed his hand from behind his head. You were hovering over his lap, straddling him, in the most beautiful and sexy lingerie he’d ever seen.

It was a white two piece which consisted almost entirely of lace. The sheer lace of the cup left nothing to the imagination, your nipples almost poking through the holes in the lace. It looked heavenly as it lay on your body and Jake suddenly considered a career change to lingerie if it meant he got to hold every intimate part of your body all day.

He banished the thought, instead choosing to let his eyes drift down to your pussy. Just like the bra, the panties were pretty much see through, but with a huge slit up the middle. The lace lay on either side of your pussy, giving Jake a full view of everything he loved.

He briefly pondered how useless lingerie that left nothing to the imagination was but when he watched you line up his dick, and sink onto it while still leaving the lingerie on, he was whistling a different tune.

His hands moved from their place behind his head to grab at your waist. He began to try to pull you up but you removed his hands. Placing them on the swell of your ass, you leaned down to his left ear and whispered “I’m gonna ride you tonight baby, just make sure to hold on.”

You retreated from his ear, and raised your hips, lifting off his dick but not letting it fall out of you. Jake had a second to revel in the pleasure before you sank slowly back onto his dick.

Jake let out a choked sound, gripping your ass a little harder. In response, you repeated your actions, a little faster this time. With another tight squeeze of your ass cheeks, he began to let out little pants as you repeated your actions over and over, riding him in the best way you could. You angled your hips to let him get a better purchase in your pussy as you sunk back down onto him, which elicited a moan from him.

While he didn’t moan much, opting to panting or groaning, his moans were pure sin-filled sounds of esctacy in its most pornographic form. Even with him not doing it often, it never failed to send a wave of heat to your core as your pussy clenched at the sound.

On the last round of you sinking back onto his dick, you felt your knee click and an audible sound was heard. Jake’s eyes shifted to yours as he gave you a smile.

“My turn,” he said with a smile and you were inwardly happy that he didn’t seem discouraged that you wouldn’t be able to continue riding him.

He lifted you up using his hands on your waist and gave a few tentative thrusts into your pussy before sinking you back down on his dick.

“Welcome Aboard, this is your Captain Jake Seresin speaking, make sure to leave your tits out and moan at a particularly turbulent time in our journey today, and if you really like the Captain, make sure to give him a big kiss.”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle before leaning down and making out with him. As your kissing continued, he lifted your body and began to fuck into you.

His thrusts were deep and hard, giving you waves of pleasure as you moaned into his mouth. As his thrusts quickened, his left hand moved and his fingers found purchase on your clit. The waves of pleasure intensified as you felt pleasure emanate from another place. He alternated his thrusts to the circles he was putting on your clit, and your eyes almost rolled back into your head with pleasure.

It only took a few more seconds before you were creaming on his dick, cumming with enough intensity to let out the hottest moan Jake thinks he’s ever heard. As the waves of your orgasm rocked through you, the clenching of your pussy brought Jake to his orgasm as he hot white hot ropes of cum into your pulsing pussy.

You lay gently against his chest, basking in the afterglow, Jake moving his hands around to draw designs into your back.

“‘Welcome aboard, this is your Captain speaking’ really?” you said with a giggle.

“You liked it, doll,” Jake said with a smile, placing a kiss on your forehead.

#yvettepenned #smut #tw smut #m/f #f/m #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #hangman top gun #hangman smut #hangman #top gun maverick

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* ◟ : 〔 ARCHIE MADEKEW , NON BINARY + THEY / THEM 〕 BEAUREGARD ADEFOPE , some say you’re a THIRTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both INDIVIDUAL and EGOCENTRIC, one can’t help but think of TRUE FAITH by SOPHIE ELLIS BEXTOR when you walk by. are you still THE GAZELLE / DRUG MANUFACTURER for THE NEON PARIAHS, / SELF-EMPLOYED, even with your reputation as THE AMARANTH? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LEOPARD FUR COATS FLUTTERING IN THE BREEZE, THE DIZZYING EFFECT OF A SPARKLING PINK PILL, A FACE BURNED INTO MEMORY NEVER FORGOTTEN, although we can’t help but think of DORIAN GRAY ( THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY ) + ICARUS ( GREEK MYTHOLOGY ) + RUBY RHOD ( FIFTH ELEMENT ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FULL NAME: Beauregard Adefope. Not their real name. NICKNAME(S):Beau, Gazelle AGE: 30 GENDER:Nonbinary PRONOUNS: They/Them BIRTHPLACE: Texas OCCUPATION: Drug manufacturer, previous Anunnaki Pharmaceuticals researcher. GANG AFFILIATION: Neon Pariah’s Gazelle FC: Archie Madekew

APPEARANCE

HAIR COLOUR: Black EYE COLOUR: Black HEIGHT: 6”5 PIERCINGS?: Both ears, upper lobe, mid & upper helix on left ear, nose ring on right nostril. TATTOOS: Eye of horus on right side of neck, Gazelle skull on right ring finger.

TRAITS

POSITIVE: Independent, Eccentric, Passionate NEGATIVE: Dramatic, Egotistical, Selfish

BACKGROUND

trigger warnings for child abuse, mentions of homophobia, drug mention, body horror

You’re an outsider, you’ve always been an outsider. You were not your fathers child, when the babe presented your father took one look at you and uttered ‘not mine’. That has been your crowning achievement, even amongst 7 others, you belonged to nobody. Mother was busy with little ones, sisters raising each other, brothers doing whatever they wanted. Left to your own devices you discovered things about yourself – who you were, what you liked, what you were good at. School time was spent playing the fool, acting loud and making others laugh, their attention something you relished. Everytime teachers rang home, the belt was applied to your back legs but you never stopped, for their mirth was far greater than the pain you felt. One Sunday after church, you were caught wearing lipstick and kissing yourself in the mirror. Mother said it was fine, you were pretending to kiss a woman. You were smart enough not to tell her otherwise.

Despite all this, you are intelligent, far greater than anybody ever gives you credit for. Tests? You don’t study much, you just need to remember. Gifted, they call you, gifted. Such a word should’ve never been ascribed to you, its poison corroding your young and fragile ego. It doesn’t matter if father calls you wrong, or mother ignores your odd behavior because you’re gifted and they aren’t. You will die believing yourself to be special.

Except – you aren’t. You are barely above average, a fact that is too much to bear once you reach college. All your teenage awkwardness begins to leak out of you, identity crisis hitting an all time high. You are so easily influenced by others, wishing so badly to escape a spiral you are already trapped in. You’ve always acted out but, now? It grows worse, you spend half your time ingesting something to feel better. It goes hand in hand with your genius, you say, your test scores falling, falling falling down. There is little hope for you now, once a beacon of brilliance now barely scraping by. That is until an opportunity presents itself, one that will allow you to show your brilliance once more; write a 500 word essay for the Anunnaki pharmacy scholarship in NYC! The city calls, the excitement of breaking free from small towns small minds is delicious, the chance to be the center of attention. The best, the brightest, that’s all that matters.

You don’t smash it – in fact, you sabotage one or two other students so you get in, yet you flourish while there. Chemistry is something you can get into, and the social life provided by the city scratches two itches. Anunnaki have you working with their top researchers for months, studying and making notes, testing and trying before you’re asked to present your work. The drug that numbs physical pain, simple at first. A punch amounts to no flinch, a hand on a stovetop, even live surgery yields little feeling. Anunnaki are pleased, and kit you out to be a proper manufacturer.

They take your work. Anything you had ideas on, for, is confiscated, your name stricken from the records and head of manufacturing put on instead. You hear whispers of the things they’re working towards, begin to do a little digging into the company, and you’re caught red handed. THEY TAKE YOUR EYES and fit you with a rusted pair they make your skin itch, your face hurt, and then you are so easily chucked out by the company who once hailed you a hero. Turns out, your knowledge can help you rebuild. A small chem lab, a couple of meth users and you, all working together to make a product. The product, the one that makes you a rockstar; Slow Tempo.

The Neon Pariah’s catch your attention, and you’re eager to join. To take back your work from Anunnaki, and bring them down. They’ll learn that even a Gazelle’s horns can still gut an animal.

OTHER

Middle child of 7. Big yikes am I right?

Anunnaki replaced their eyes with mechanical when the scholarship lead to a job. They allowed Beau to read and understand data and substances much faster and be able to work quicker. Think - Techie, from Dredd? Or just how ur eyes work in Cyberpunk 2077. However, after the mild stint of corporate espionage, they were taken out and replaced with older models. This is why Beau wears sunglasses a lot, as the skin around them is often sore / his eyes weep a lot.

Slow Tempo is a drug that essentially slows down the world around you and is taken much like an inhaler. Some gangs buy from him as they give it to torture victims before carrying out the deed. COOL!

They're currently working on drugs 2 give people false emotions / a boost of them. It's not 100% at the moment as it needs more human trials <333

They're larger than life! They're full of stupid nd never shut up!

Has their own booth in a few clubs / bars that all dealers to distribute their drug! So kinda in bed with certain gangs to!!!

a fashion icon (my words)

apartment has like 80 half-melted candles

has a sphinx cat named liza

needs some casual flings, som clients, som friends!!! needs someone who can see the insecure little bitch under all that inflated ego bullshit

killed their younger sister in a car accident but i couldnt think how 2 work it into the backstory....

they speak french and r...usually some form of high at all times

#lawlessintro #child abuse tw #homophobia tw #(tried 2 make it vague / very light so not as triggering but heed it anyways if u need to)#drugs tw #ya........sis this aint it

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lorelune · 23 days

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hi, it's me the anon whose brain got infested by dreamer's envy!reader

my small headcanons for them are that their blankets are knitted by them and that they do it to pass time with some repetitive activity but over time come to enjoy it (and that maybe it's a hobby(?) they started after getting on express) and as their time on the express went by they made everyone on the express a blanket with little personalised designs or colours. also because I'm a sucker for astral express family I like to imagine that since the loud dreams are the unpleasant/unwanted ones(I hope I understood/interpreted it right) if they sense/know somebody on the express had a bad dream they either wait for them with some comfort items or bring them to this person's room. so that's that

if it's alright and you're up for it to answer 9, 12 and 13 from the ask game about them?

omg hello again anon!! THANK YOU FOR THE HCS... truly they have infected ME right back!!!

i love the idea that they knit their blankets themselves... i'm having visions of them taking up knitting shortly after joining the nameless (their first needles and a few balls of yarn supplied by either himeko, welt, or both of them!!) and they start to knit in the parlor car or their room while everyone else sleeps!!

they absolutely provide comfort on the express to whichever of the nameless need it!! though i think they can be really coy about it if they determine that's the way the recipient will best receive it (stares at dh and shakes him). they WILL be waiting outside of march door when she dreams of endless chill and void with a cup of cocoa with extra marshmallows and a list of films you could watch. whereas with stelle, you probably end up play wrestling in the middle of the night (and losing lol) to her to get out some loose energy.

as for your questions hehe :3c

9. what are your character’s idle animations?

- 1) they do a big, stretching yawn with their hands above their head. they cover their mouth at the end and give a little wave over it!

- 2) anon im really loving knitting as part of their kit hehe one of their idles would have to be them toying with some knitting needles!! just idly flipping them back and forth. i'm imagining if they were a real character they'd be on their model visibly, like attached to a belt!!

12. what is their talent?

[sleep alluding, dream eating]

for the first three rounds of combat, they apply weaken to enemies and an attack buff to their companions. this buff can be retriggered after the first three rounds of combat by allowing hit points to hit zero. each time hit points hit zero, the effect will take effect for another round.

13. what is their technique?

[sacha's yawning embrace]

if they activate their technique within a certain radius of the enemy, they are temporarily stunned. i'm imagining there is some cool effect on the screen too...!!

#lore answers #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ANON!!!#omg this was so fun...#de reader banking on you going skill point negative constantly (looks at dhil) this is for u babygirl

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earth90214 · 1 year

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Your mutant Felicia post changed my life that’s canon now

the way u sent this right as i was about to post more,,,, i’m glad so many people liked it though because its seriously one of my favorite hcs and has so much potential

But yes have more Mutant!Felicia headcanons for the soul 🫶🫶

Felicia’s purring sets off Peter’s purring in the most inconvenient chain reaction of all time. Sometimes she’ll start purring mid-fight just to see how long it takes him to realize he’s purring back at her.

Felicia’s favorite trick is to use her tychokinesis when she walks into a room for dramatic effect. This means shattering mirrors, exploding lightbulbs, etc, etc. Anything that gives her that grand entrance she wants. (This one can apply to canon Fel too but still!!)

Logan is the only x-men member that doesn’t offer her a spot on the team because he respects and understand that she’ll never join. She’ll never say it out loud, but she appreciates it a lot.

The only place Felicia won’t take easy jobs is in the middle east side of Manhattan. She knows the residents of Mutanttown have it hard enough without her interfering and cops shifting the blame she would get onto civilians.

Felicia actually can’t paint her nails down to where they move back into the skin due to a risk of infection. This means she almost always goes with a French manicure so her claws don’t look funny while extended.

Felicia has a sandpaper tongue just like real cats! Great for ice cream, less great for Peter, who’s cheek she insists on licking because the texture weirds him out.

#mutant!felicia #hc #felicia hardy #black cat #peter parker #spider-man #peterfel #marvel #comics #long post

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shini--chan · 10 months

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Hello! I’ve read your Alfred x ColdWarSpy one shot and the oneshot of Alfred x Spy who’s target is England/England x Spay who’s target is America.

I love the way you portray Alfred! Someone on here once described him as: brilliant, ambitious, and ruthless. A combination of the superhero myths: Clark Kent & Lex Luthor, Captain America & Winter Soldier.

I love how you can portray him as still the sunny persona, and some of that may be part of his real self, but also the ruthless superpower that people forget about.

What more thoughts do you have on him?

Quick note: answering asks in a non-chronological order at the moment so that I can get around to emptying the ask box

Ooooo... another person who digs stirringwinds’s stuff. We stan. Also, thank you for the kind words.

In total, I have plenty of headcanons for almost all the Hetalia character’s, partially due to me being quiet the history buff. Warning for plenty of TV Tropes references, because I’m that sort of person that also uses TV Tropes as a Getaway Drug, so links!

Aside from the aforementioned characters that America shares parallels with, I see him having a lot in common with Indiana Jones. They are both the sort of figures that hold strong to a certain code, although with Alfred it often goes into the territory of American Execptionalism – a lot of the Utopia Justify the Means making him in the eyes of plenty of the other nations and even people a Well-Intentioned Extremist. This would also have some truth to it, given that his Puritan background would have left marks. Also has a habit of using Indy Ploys in which he has no concrete plan and just improvises as he goes. Has some negative side effects in larger operations, where he would need a more detailed plan aside from vague goals of establishing freedom and democracy or something of the sort. In simple terms, his thought process would sometimes be like this:

Situation A happens

Stuff happens

Situation B comes into effect.

Big on the Obfuscating Stupidity. On some part he is also very silly, and would just want to have some fun. On the other he would just want people to underestimate him. Think of Zaphod Beeblebrox from Hitchhikker’s Guide to the Galaxy. At times can also be as vain and narcissistic.

On both of the upper points – he has a tendency to over think matters at times, leading to the Centipede’s Dilemma. But because that’s one of the things he is generous enough to share, he loves invoking it in others. May or may not have killed Arthur in the past by yelling “Which foot goes next?” when the latter was running down the stairs, causing his father to stumble and break his neck. Yes, Alfred suffers from Comedic Sociopathy, especially when it comes to people he doesn’t really like.

Apropos people he doesn’t like – while Alfred is at times inclusive and loves experiencing other cultures, that wouldn’t apply to morality. Nations have difference moral nuances, things they consider right and wrong that can differ from their neighbour. America is of the opinion that his way is the right way – other modes of thinking would either be tolerated or outright condemned.

Torn between wanting to have adventure and a desire for a simple life. In that sense, he always functions best while living on a frontier, where he would have a mix of both. Always has new ideas, many seeming hare-brained to outsiders, and even to himself in retrospect. But he loves to be a Pioneer, so he won’t let anybody stop him, until it is too late, that is.

Is a surprisingly good cook, although it often involves things that other people wouldn’t eat. Literally can’t stick to the recipe because he would always want to try out something new. As such, he would seldom make the same thing twice. Except steak – the steak must be rare and the tea of the southern sweet variety or else.

Ranges from being a Southern Gentlemen to a loud and rude New Yorker with all of that Brooklyn Rage and everything in between. Though, aside from that, he would often put on the guise of that All-American Boy and turn up that Hollywood Charm.

I shall finish here before it gets out of hand, though you peeps are free to request more in the future.

#non yandere #aph america #hws america #hetalia #analysis

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cp3killer · 1 year

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untitled: a lestappen fic (or a glimpse of it)

hello!

here you go, the first glimpse of the fic. This is still very rough around the edges and i’m not even sure wtf this is. Still I hope you enjoy it or at least gives some excitement to your day-or night.

Please let me know your thoughts, if it’s good, or bad or nothing at all!

playlist for this fic

2014

Today marks the end of his most successful season as a driver. Somewhere in his mother house his trophies attest to this.

There’s a horse in one of them- his Maranello trophy couldn't be more obnoxious even if their cars depended on it. Ferrari's horse is in the middle of it with a cheap glint. In the end it’s just an object with arbitrary literature about the winner being the champion.

But the real success is a personal milestone he hopes will become the norm in the future. This season his anxiety is less obvious. He suspects his mother knows this too, even if he’s never told her about how all his accolades are defiled by the experiences behind them. However he does feel satisfaction at how proud his mother is showcasing his trophies. It’s borderline embarrassing how giddy it makes him feel, blushing in front of someone worthy of his discomfort.

Maranello in winter is nothing special- in any season really. But Rome has the Vatican, Pisa has a tower, David is the representation of courage that makes Florence proud. Maranello on the other hand, is mythical, a museum filled with sacrifice and history dripping in devilish red.

His dad is somewhere talking to a mechanic or engineer, maybe even a sponsor. He doesn't care. It’s been half an hour since the race finished and with the conference done, the season has officially ended. Maybe he’ll see his mother soon, he doesn't remember the last time he saw her.

He calls Victoria most days, lately by the time they finish their calls his ears are ringing from how her voice escalates with the fluttering panic of her current crush. Max is protective of her, but the distance between them is a reminder of what pursuing his dream has cost the family, which keeps him quiet.

“What about you? How are things with Nyck's sister?” She finishes applying nail polish on her toes before turning to the video call.

He rolls his eyes. That had ended a long time ago, getting lost somewhere in the couple of months that passed. Honestly he feels a bit guilty about how little effect the break up has on him.

“You can say her name Victoria” She was watching a show when he called her that is still playing in the background, loud enough he has to make an effort to hear her. “Oh, I know” she almost gags in disgust at the idea. His answer is concealed with a sigh.

“Were done”

“Finally!” His screen is framing her nose by how close she holds the phone, joy overflowing her blue eyes “Jesus Max. You train your reflexes everyday but couldn't see her coming, could you?” She moves her hand in the air like it’s supposed to keep her rant going. For everytime Max has swallowed a sarcastic comment, she vomits every single one of her thoughts “Plus, I warned you that those weren't just rumors, she is a ho..”

“Let’s not go there Vic, alright.” His hand flashes in front of him writing a period in the air. “I don’t have the energy for this” She huffs, her eyes are still talking- despite the pixelated image the shitty internet provides, he can guarantee it.

“I just…” This is the part he hates the most. Her distress is a consequence of something that is out of his hands. He could do anything about it, but doesn't want to. No matter the overflowing reason as to why he should.

Max goes left when he crosses the back of the garage. There’s a spot far enough he escapes to sometimes. It’s just him and a sea of green weeds. It’s cloudy- he can almost smell the earthy aroma that sets after it rains.

There’s still a couple of weeks before fall, but the rain is here. Ironic how in the one season where the cool raindrops would be welcomed they forget the clouds can kiss the ground.

He’s not hiding by being in this particular part of the track. But it is true that you only stumble on it if you actively look for it- or get lost.

Last night's phone call is the first thing that crosses his mind when he sits down. He told himself he wouldn't think about the conversation with Victoria until he gets home, he had won the championship a couple of races ago, this one wouldn't really make a difference.

But even still, he wanted a 100% win rate. Every victory is a win. Yet he’s still anxious, he knows this will not be enough for his dad. The most this will do is get his dad to say ‘you’ll do better next year’ or at least take back saying ‘you’re not even worth being a bus driver’ he lets the remark swim in his mind like it’s training for the olympics.

“Oh” Not oh. Ughh. Charles is standing in front of him looking uncomfortable. He’s so exhausted he can’t be bothered to give him more than a glance. Charles misunderstands it as an invitation.

Charles sits close, maybe the fabricated privacy gives him courage. The secluded place gives Max comfort. He doesn't worry about closing his eyes and letting out a sigh. Truthfully that's all he can do to manage his nerves. The adrenaline should be out of his system by now not racing to reach his cheeks.

He closes his eyes and counts to ten. Charles is still there when he opens them, a bubble forms around them, the tension is building fast enough to threaten them with the impending explosion. Charles' demeanor is anxious. Even if he decided to keep Max company- voluntarily.

“Congratulations” Max shakes his head, brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around it. “What do you want?” Please leave me alone. Charles keeps quiet, pondering. “Take a guess” the shift in his eyes challenges him. Max turns away in return.

“Max” maybe it’s his accent- or his emotions, but the name rolls out of him like a moan. He watches Charles swallow, captivated by the apple in his throat- small and fragile. Dropping like it’s been trying to defy gravity.

His blush is deep, the heat in his cheek lights something in his mind, a fuse having no right to be so strong, he trembles, Charles eyes control the tide of his shivers. If only he could affect him too. Have him show his true colors. Even if his eyes highlight every thought, the absolute control of every single micro movement on his face is enough to confuse him.

“Honestly, can we stop with this” he hasn't learned how to show his pain through anything else but anger. He doesn't want to let anyone see anything that his anger can’t conceal. The last time he opened the curtains to his shiny eyes, it burned him.

“I can’t come up with a single fucking reason why you’d want to talk to me” his voice breaks at the end. Great. He tries to regain his composure “Someone who just put your career to shame” The facade is hard to maintain.

“I’m not here as Leclerc, Max” Charles interrupts him quickly, his voice drips with desperation, like Max is missing the point.

“I'm..” Charles points towards himself as if Max could ever forget who he is. “I know who you are,” he answers impulsively. Stupidly.

Charles lets out a tiny huff, a giggle, a ‘ha’ that takes some of the younger's indignation away. If only Charles knew what saying his name out loud would do to him. Would he laugh at me? A memory pops up and it’s enough to keep his grit in place.

“I don’t doubt it” The younger brags condescendingly. He rolls his eyes.

If Charles was the sun, he bathes Max in the most intense and violent sense of inferiority. This is another addition to the countless times Charles has obliterated any sense of control between them. There’s always a lingering feeling that he’s behind on something.

The latter is looking down at the space between them, a tight smile on his lips. He's sitting half turned to him, letting his face be closer than his lower half. Left hand tentatively close to his thigh.

The breeze is showering them like a sprinkler. The rain is getting stronger and Max is getting weaker.

Charles crushes their lips together, his hands protect Max's head like a helmet. Which definitely needs protection, the kiss feels like deliberately losing control over your car at the right speed so you can optimize the G forces that are about to impact you. You think you’re prepared for it. The chances of hitting a barrier are higher than winning a race. And still.

The constellation that bursts between them is the space between his longing and fears. Charles' lips which both bite and heal him are eager in their conquest.

Max keeps still holding his breath. The memory of when the roles were reversed- it breaks him. Charles’ courage is a walk in the park compared to the sword Max prepared for a gun fight.

“Yeah, I.. that was” Whatever Charles wants to say stays in the space between them. But the rims of his eyes hums softly.

“A mistake” Prove me wrong.

Charles' eyes squint in suspicion “Is that really how you feel?” Max swallows ”I don’t know about you, but when I do something twice it’s a decision Max” Charles looks so honest, it scares him.

Max can see himself, the way Charles eyes blink cautious and curious. How his body trembles so lightly he wouldn't have noticed if it weren't for his hands still holding him. The tremor actually comforts him, both of them are shaken by whatever is going on between them and having proof that he affects the younger feels delicious, it feels like victory.

“You’re only making a fool of yourself” Charles gasps. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t surround myself with fools Charles” The latter’s eyes blaze with fury, Max cheeks are on fire, between his blush, the dried sweat and Charles tight hold he couldn't be more present even if he searched from more things to ground him.

Charles is staring at his lips, there can’t be more than 3 centimeters between them, it’s so close yet not close enough, he swears Charles takes a breath to impulse himself forward, this time he’s ready.

#this probably has so many grammar errors #and really confusing shifts in sentences #i'm working hard on the character #i truly want to show people how i see them #and how they would react to things #i love how complex each of them are #they are different sides of the same coin #and i dont think people realise how max is on the softer more accesable side #enjoy it please #lestappen fic #my foc #lestappen #charles leclerc #max verstappen #max verstappen and charles leclerc #max and charles #playlist #spotify

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the whole "anyone claiming to have spoilers right now might be right bc the writers could want to leak it for the strikes" is so stupid when applied to ST, you're right. like. that show is their baby. this isn't an HBO show or a serialized TV production. the ST writers team is pretty tight and has included the same writers for years with only a few new additions. ST is going as far as delaying film production to properly partake in the writers strike, none of them are going to turn on their show for the final season, and not only risk their job but also the way their final work for the show will hit

writers have always been the LEAST likely to give us real leaks or spoilers for ST. everything we know about them shows how much of a tight-knit and dedicated writing room they are. leaks for ST almost always come from on set workers who see scenes getting shot/take bts pics (with the exception of extras sometimes also sliding info out)

being in fandom for a long time, it's crazy to me how serious people take anyone who says they have leaks without any way to legitimize their leaks. i think it's in part because there's so many young people and it's the baby's first fandom effect where they don't know how many fake leaks pop up during a 2 year production process and take all of them equally serious. there's only been 2 leak claims yet (pre filming mind you so they don't even have the flare of edited blurry bts shots) and they've caused uproar both times. i really appreciate how level headed you always are and i seriously hope the wider fans here will also get used to leaks soon because we'll be getting a whole bunch of them in the next year and if every single one of them, with 0 proof attached, is going to cause this much panic it will be a ROUGH 2 years

I’m not gonna lie: the “baby’s first fandom” comment here in context made me laugh out loud lmao

But real! Like I hate to be so brutally honest about it given the fact that fandom is meant to be a fun escape place, but people believing every which rumor with absolutely no evidence (probably because they’re so used to being queerbaited, at least in this particular corner) is insane to me as the youngest of the “fandom olds.” The inability stop and think before a whole swath of the fandom loses it…over someone making an unverifiable claim via tweet? You’re gonna give yourself a panic disorder before the season even airs fr.

Sure, there will probably be leaks and images that come around as we get into actual production—and maybe a plot point will get leaked as we wait, as it did for things like Game of Thrones and the last Star Wars movie (though people probably leaked those to prep fans as an act of mercy lmao). Still…believing anyone and everyone before production has even started—and in the middle of a writers strike? 😭 keep your head on lmao

Thanks for the ask! 🥰

#people really need to learn the art of vetting your sources again fr #stranger things #asks

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ofgravitation-moved · 1 year

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emi fukukado: the smile hero, miss joke!

** since we have barely any knowledge of emi in canon, she will be very headcanon based. below is what i envision as her past / childhood! credits for help with this go to guiltscorched / kit! as it ties in with their aizawa also! subject to change with the manga! but let’s be real, it won’t. **

quirk: outburst. / further information here. ( her wiki is so empty, omg. )

history: emi’s family are a group of entertainers. they run a small party business and her father uses his outburst quirk to have birthday parties for children, office parties, you get the idea. her mother’s quirk just is a small amount of enhanced strength when angered.

as a young child she grew up in the prefecture near ketsubutsu high. while she loved attending parties with her family, she always aspired to do more with her quirk. and when the time came for high school, emi applied to several different schools, but when she was accepted into ua-- she knew where she was going.

after taking the entrance exam, she was placed into class 1-A, however, as her classes first year progressed, her teachers made an evaluation at mid term: they deemed her unfit to stay in the class due to her grades and her quirk capabilities. emi was placed then into class 1-B-- in the last seat, before the winter break.

on the train home that year for the holidays, emi didn’t know which was worse: giving the news to her parents, or the fact that she was the only one that knew of the news? it wasn’t a happy holiday. despite her parents encouragement, emi spent her break heartbroken and down trodden. finally, sick of being upset by a decision that was out of her control, she made the best of it: and started to train. she went to the gym each day, ran a mile or two after dinner. when she came back to ua, she wanted the teachers to know they’d made a mistake.

during the second half of the semester, emi ignored the whispers of her classmates, and mostly kept to herself. she kept training, and sure, she had a few friends she’d talk and hangout with-- but, proving herself was her priority. in her second year, she made a big impression on her first day. she’d trained all break, and gotten a lot stronger, not just physically, either. she’d worked with a therapist who taught her effective measures to use her quirk in tense situations to gain the most momentum with it.

third year she still maintained a ranking in class 1-B, but she’d blossomed in her years at ua. she was doing internships with heroes and starting to make a name for herself as miss joke. & more than ever, she’d had her eyes set on an old friend when at graduation she learned they were to be sidekicks at the same agency.

during her time as a student, emi struggled a lot with social acceptance. her quirk wasn’t meant for combat-- and the amount of times she’d heard that from her teachers, it was nearly ingrained into her skull. but she didn’t let their words dissuade her from her dream. she did what was necessary to change their outlook, and they eyes of her peers. socially, with the switching of classes, teenagers would be teenagers. and emi didn’t have many she was close with. the same continued for her into adulthood.

despite what her quirk could tell you about her, she’s been a very private person for a lot of her life. her quirk allows her enough of a loud presence as miss joke that emi can at times, hide behind it. she’s been alone a lot of her life and leads more of a private life, which is fine, but it makes her dive more into her work. but she does crave the attention of one person who’s always seemed to be the one constant thing in her life: shouta aizawa.

during their time together at the agency they’d both been placed at as sidekicks, emi got to know aizawa all over again. she’s realized over the years that her feelings for him, if anything, had only gotten stronger. odds kept them apart in highschool, and how emi wishes they hadn’t. as all things, aizawa was quick to move onto the next agency-- and just like that, she was alone again. this time, she made sure not to lose touch. while they kept in contact, emi continued her work at the agency, and a few years later, when a teaching position at ketsubutsu opened, she applied-- never looking back. .. maybe it was time for a fresh start? maybe it was time to move on.

she didn't date, and if she did-- it never lasted. she just continued her hero work, and making lesson plans for her students. just life she put her all into her training, she puts her all into teaching with her class, now. and in her class, there are no transfers allowed.

occasionally she will sub at ua if someone is out sick or on a longer mission, so she can be seen around campus a lot. or she just drops be to see old friends, perhaps one in particular more so than others.

** emi is not ship exclusive with aizawa’s, but considering her canon is largely based around him, i feel as though he needs to be included! however!! kit’s (guiltscorched ) aizawa is one of her mains! **

#m: emi fukukado #the smile hero! miss joke! / emi fukukado.#headcanon #hc: emi fukukado #about: emi fukukado #idk i just feel that these women in b.nha need more backround than just 2 chapters of the manga and one ep of dialouge in the manga #tw: long post #anyway #plot with her cowards :gun:

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how the fuck do you infuse so much personality into your doodles. are you pulling a fnaf and putting human souls in them?? if so, could you tell me how to do it?

ok first off, THANK YOU? got me going teehee blink blink face. Didn't expect to have an art question but I'm very glad, it's my first one so I'll answer to the best I can!

When it comes to personality in drawings (assuming your talking about characters), I often like to think about my characters as friends or someone you know. Often times I'm just saying to myself, "OH! Character would definitely react like this or say this!" (like how you would say your friend would do something unique only to them in a silly situation) Stepping into you characters' shoes or viewing them as a buddy can help you apply and do a bunch!

Though I do understand that you can know a ton about a character but still struggle on what to apply to a drawing with them in it!

There are a few things I tend to do and add when it comes to drawings!

First off is expression, putting some extra thought into expressions can really help add more to your character. Especially pushing expression! (Won't go too deep with expression because that's a whole other can of beans)

My silly goofy cat is a real happy and loud guy, so a simple smile won't always cut it! Really pushing that joy and loudness helps add more to him as a character!

Another thing you may have noticed in the drawing is how I added some (very silly looking) arms to the surface he was near! This moves on to the next thing I often do. Body language! (Which could also be seen as, gesture/posing)

Though relatively the same expression (note the eyes size difference makes the first doodle look more aware/awake, that just shows expression can change even with the slightest difference, this was accidental though), the change of the pose adds story to the character. The first drawing comes off as a more plain hello, while the second drawing adds more excitement and characterization to the goofy guy! As we see how he waves his hand quickly with joy while his left foot taps up with energy, most likely meeting up with a friend! All this movement also makes your characters look less stiff and lifeless.

I also like to add my own stylistic ways of movement or little reaction marks, I'm not too sure what to call them exactly tho (what I mean are the extra colored bits around the character below, they dont always need color though).

This is just a nice way to add more flavor to a drawing! And you can always experiment, or mix and match to see what you like.

Another thing I do is try to imagine scenarios or scenes that would work well with what I have in mind. To get to that point I'm often writing it down or doing thumbnails and lil roughs before I actually make my sketches that I post (insider secrets right here!).

(Here's an example of my drafting process with poses and expressions for this ask I did a while ago, yes it is cursed so read at ur own cost❤ )

Another thing would be textures, you often see me switching colors and brushes, even software's as I draw! that's why every doodle feels a little different, which I feel helps give off different ideas and emotions (or laziness who knows).

Some other factors that play into the "personality" of my drawings is the reactions, with cause and effect. Which has actions that make a new reaction for each character (or even object) that is exaggerated. Like someone making a disgusted face to someone vomiting, even a cat knocking a cup over, or a cat getting scared by a glass breaking (this could also just be a continuation of the last statement). Possibly even the IRS coming for you after evading your taxes and you having to jump out the window.

I mainly use this for comics! But you could do this in a single drawing, I like to have a moment kind of frozen in place either after or in the middle of an action (sorta lets your brain imagine the in-betweens). Though when it comes to exaggerating your reactions or causes, it takes some practice and imagination, so don't be discouraged if it takes some trial and error to get the hand of it! Honestly I'm still practicing too.

Other things that help me put some more life into my drawings is well... life itself! lots of interactions, faces, and poses are based on things I've seen in real life, from watching people (while in the bushes).

Though that isn't the only thing! I also use what I see in media, or photos! even some shows and movies, since there are so many good scenes or frames that can be used as great inspiration!

lastly, yes I do put human souls in my drawings, as well as sacrifice some squirrels here and there to my Elmo shrine, but thats not tooo important right?

#geckos gibberish #gecko answers #thank you for the ask!#yes yes i know its long #wow me giving art advice???#hopefully i didnt go too off topic

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