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[four-of-them-showdown]

The two most votef groups are gonna make it to the final bracket !!

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[goldsainz]

❝ MATCHING TATTOOS ❞

SERIES MASTERLIST!

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pairing . . . mick schumacher x reader

◦∘｡ﾟ. summary . . . you and mick decide what’s the best way to forever remember the other.

◦∘｡ﾟ. note . . . this is short but quality over quantity, right? also the first week of this series is done🤯 honestly crazy that i’ve pulled this off and i hope i can continue posting without missing a day!

yourusername and mickschumacher updated their instagram stories!

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mickschumacher Got matching tattoos for Valentine’s Day! Second pic is her contemplating her decision after having them done 🙃

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yourusername they’re beautiful tattoos!

⤷ mickschumacher I’m never paying attention to one of your crazy ideas again

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⤷ ynfan1 dumb and in love

mickfan5 honestly it’s not that bad

ynfan2 okay so i’m getting a heart tattoo now too

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yourusername our matching tattoos + his reaction to the first idea i sent him

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mickschumacher I’d say my reaction was pretty justified

⤷ yourusername the tattoo was great, don’t know why the long face 🤨

⤷ mickschumacher You know exactly why it is

ynfan21 we need to know what the first tattoo idea was!!!

ynfan22 the more i look at the tattoo the more i want one

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mickfan22 i just know the tattoo was horrible

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[navybrat817]

Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

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[ch0lwrld]

10:04 PM (pt.2)

warnings: suggestive? they don't really do anything, mentions spoiler for jujutsu kaizen (sorry) a/n: here is the continuationnnn of pt1 hope you like it I worked really hard on it LMAO I put more effort into writing these fics instead of my assignments guys. lmk what you think! ✍️ proofread by me and @watariisbestboy

You had just picked up Soobin, already returning to your apartment. It was a movie night, and you knew how busy he was, but he insisted on spending time with you before leaving for his tour, even with the preparations already in full force. He was still making time for you, nonetheless.

As you reach a red light, Soobin urges you to look at a picture he took earlier. He wants you to compliment him on their new concept, but you don't dare fall for his tricks.

"Wow," you say in mock awe.

"You didn't even look, ugh, here!" he practically forces the phone into your face. The brightness blinds you briefly before you look at the photo. Damn, he looked good. The photo in front of you entirely took you away. Now you know how MOA feels. And he took your silence as an agreement. 

"I know I'm so sexy in this, right?"

"No, I was looking at Beomgyu. He's been looking a little too good recently, and the long hair suits him." You genuinely complimented the guy.

"Ew, please, I look better. Next thing you know, I'll be in a mullet for the next shoot. Ah, look at this one!" Soobin attempts to show you the next photo, but the light has already turned green. 

"Whatever, I know what you'll say anyways," and he continues to smile at himself, tapping away at his screen. 

"Okay, mister, and speaking of your bandmates, when am I meeting them?" you had been meaning to meet the four of them. Soobin always talks about them, and it warms your heart to know he has such kind people to surround him in such a stressful field. Recently, Hueningkai had texted you, but you didn't believe it was him. It would make sense since you know Soobin, but you were still cautious. You had forced him to prove himself, and when he sent a sneaky pic of him and Soobin sleeping in the background, you just had to believe him. Kai told you that Soobin mentioned your guys' similar plushie collections, and your friendship grew from there. 

"I know you just want to because of Beomgyu, but no, you can't. You're mine."

Oh, does he know what that does to your heart?

"…Maybe, BUT I really wanna meet Kai. Kai has been showing me the recent penguin plushie he bought, and I wanna meet a fellow squishmallow connoisseur." 

"You feed his addictions; it's not good. And I don't even know how he got your number!" He suspects that Kai took his phone to steal it from him after mentioning you once to the guys. He regrets ever bringing you up because now you and the guys want to meet one another, and he can't have that happen as much as he appreciates the people he loves the most actually liking each other; he likes the dates the two of you have... just you two. 

"Whatever! I'll meet them one day. It's bound to happen~."

"Maybe one day.." As his sentence begins to trail off, the expression on his face changes to a familiar one that tells you he's thinking. 

"But you and I both know you would never be able to say a word to Beomgyu. Also... why is he your bias? Hello, I'm right here!" He's been pestering you about that ever since his debut. 

He doesn't understand why you would not like him the most. He's your best friend, why Beomgyu?!

"That might be true, but don't call me out. Let me live." 

"Yeah, in your delusions? It's unhealthy to be stuck there, but I can help you get out."

You had already reached your apartment's parking garage, settling into your designated parking spot and turning your car off. 

"Yeah? And how's that?" you turn to look at him to see what he means.

He places his arm behind your car's headrest and points at himself with his other hand. 

"Me." and he has that damned grin on his face. You push him lightly with the palm of your hand, but enough to see that he has hit the back of his seat. Your giggles are all that's left before you begin packing your things. 

"Sure," you say as you gather your phone and keys from their holders—the car doors closing, resonating throughout the garage walls, and the familiar smell of gasoline and others you can't name became more prominent.

"Oh, come on, you know you love me," and he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction.

"I only use you for body heat, if anything." you look at him deadpan.

"Oh, so I'm being used." he feigns hurt, hand against his chest as you walk towards the elevators. 

"Yup!" You comment gleefully.

——-/-——-/-——

The time you take to reach your apartment feels like little to nothing despite you taking residence on the 20th floor. Quick banter and giggles fill the halls. You fear one of your neighbors will hear and complain. 

Once inside, he removes his shoes and slips into the slippers you bought for him with enlarged eyes and vibrant blue peeking out from under his sweats. He smiles to himself, reminded of his fond memory of you surprising him with the pair. He recognized them the instant you had flaunted them in your hands, already wearing the matching pair in a light green. You had shown him a video of the slippers once, insistent that you needed them because they could tongue kiss and hold hands. 

Making himself comfortable on your couch, he grabs the remote as it's his turn to pick the movie for tonight. He had nothing in mind but wandered to those Studio Ghibli films you love. He could understand why you liked them so much, having watched all of them with you on a movie marathon. He was happy to see you indulge yourself in the numerous scenes played on screen and be there for you when it got emotional. You were the type to cry during movies, and he cherishes the fact his shoulder is the one you chose to cry on. You set the snacks you prepared beforehand on the coffee table in front of him before heading to your room to get ready.

When you return, he's on his phone but quickly looks up to see you in one of the hoodies he thought he lost. But unfortunately, he's not too mad seeing you being its captor. If anything, butterflies fill his stomach, and he distracts himself by scooting to make space for you beside him. 

Your small figure in his hoodie does things to his heart, and he knows he's got to do something about these feelings he has for you. But it's probably too late, seeing how affected he is, and you aren't even cuddling yet. 

You take your place on the couch, snuggling into his side and placing the blanket over the both of you. The warmth that floods you is comforting against the cool air. You look at the screen ahead, and your eyes widen slightly as you recognize the familiar title. 

"Ponyo? I thought you wanted to watch that one anime you like." You were curious why he had picked the movie since it was one that you watched when you were feeling down or just needed something to listen to while you slept. You forget the unfortunate end of a particular character he loves, as you mention in the anime series. The mood then dampens, and his expression becomes downturned. 

"Ahh, sorry, I forgot he died. RIP Gojo"

"Too soon…" he says. "It's bad enough. I had to be reminded of it live the other day." You remember seeing this moment live (what can you say? You're a fan!) and could only watch and adore the cute expressions on his and Kai's face.

"Sorry, sorry," you say, chuckling at his expression. You poke the sides of his cheeks, feeling pity about his loss. "Let's just watch the movie then."

——-/-——-/-——

As the movie begins to play, a scene comes up where Ponyo heads straight for Sosuke. She passes the mom, who holds her arms open for the little girl, only to see her run and hug her son just behind her. It's an adorable scene, and you can feel the pure childlike happiness flowing from it. It's reasons like these that have always drawn you to these films. 

Suddenly, Soobin nudges your shoulder to get your attention. 

"That's us," eyes never straying from the scene before him. 

"Yeah, and you're the mom, right?"

"Shut up.. hey we should dress up for Halloween together."

"Yeah? You as Sosuke and me as Ponyo?" You suggest.

"Yeah! I'm sure I have a plain yellow shirt somewhere.." He ponders the thought that, if anything, he can always scavenge through the other guys' clothes.

"You fit the part, but.. I don't know how I would look as a ginger. Never thought of myself in red." Honestly, you thought red was good as a clothing choice, and you had never dyed your hair besides when you thought going blonde was a good idea. But, ever since, you stuck to staying natural.

"Well, we can buy a wig and test it out, so you don't have to commit. No matter what, I think you'll look cute."

"Maybe… oh, but my friends are gonna be on my ass about this." The realization dawns on you. How could you forget? Their nagging comments still ring in your ears (out of love <3). 

"Why?" he questions, cocking his head to the side. 

"Couples costumes? They already think we're in cahoots." You say as you quote the last word with your hands. 

"Of course, I always tell them you don't think of me as anything more than a friend." you let out a nervous laugh and take a bite of the treats before you to distract yourself after revealing such information. You think about all the times Soobin has come over, and your roommate mischievously wiggled her eyebrows at you. 

They'd get a kick out of this one…

“…”

But when Soobin doesn't say anything, it worries you a bit. Did you say something wrong? 

"Hey, is something wrong?"

"No, I just.. it.. Nevermind." 

"You sure? You know you can always tell me. I won't judge." You can tell he's hesitating, but you don't want to pressure him. You're already ready to take back your statement, but he begins to speak up again.

"I... I know you won't. It's just, what if I see you like that... more than a friend, I mean."

You pause. What? 

There's no way that Choi Soobin would like you, of all people? I mean.. he's surrounded by beautiful idols every day at work... What could he ever see in you romantically? You're way out of his league, and the thought has your mind doing laps. You don't know what to say, and he takes your silence as a rejection.

"Sorry, I knew it was stupid. I didn't want to make it awkward; I just thought that tonight would be the night I would finally be able to tell you how I felt."

You continue to stare at him as he fiddles with his fingers. His eyes are darted to the side, away from your knowing gaze. But he continues to spill his heart out for you to hear.

"Maybe it was just me or the way the guys would tell me you might feel the same that's making me say this… Sorry, I shouldn't have told you. I was worried I would ruin what we had, and I couldn't lose you, but.. Ugh, I've already done it."

His shoulders shake as he closes in on himself, regretting his decisions. You immediately take his hands in yours, making him look back at you from the sudden contact. 

"You don't have to say anymore, Binnie." as you place one of your hands on his cheek, his eyes watery, you hate that you're making him feel this way.

You couldn't bear watching as he beat himself up over this. You couldn't after knowing that the possibility he liked you back was real.

"And what if I told you I liked you too?" you whisper, already so afraid as you watch his eyes widen. You couldn't continue to deny your feelings and refuse him because you felt like you weren't fit to be by his side. You wanted to take this moment to finally tell him that all those dates were starting to feel way more than just two friends hanging out. His smiles are the highlight of your day, and his laughter and the sight of his dimples as he grins, are something you wish to see any second you can, especially if you were the one who caused it. That the mere touch of his hand against your own sends your heart soaring out of your chest? That- 

And before you know it, everything has been said. Words slip from your lips faster than you could think, and your distance decreases. Teary eyes stare into teary eyes in the dim light of your living room.

"Can I.. kiss you?" 

All you can manage is a meek nod in his direction before your eyes shut. The feeling of his lips against your own was so soft and everything you could've imagined and more.. you could feel your heart leaping out of your chest, and you worry he can hear it. Your hand on his is starting to tremble, but he only grasps them, rubbing circles to soothe your nerves. 

You meld together so well; finally, having him like this does wonders for your heart. When you finally separate, your hands and legs feel like jelly, and you can only see the soft smile creeping up on his face. A reddish hue can be seen along his cheeks, and you can only imagine the damage it's done to your own.

The movie is long forgotten, and the sound of your heart beating against your eardrums is all you can hear. Even in the quiet of the room, he whispers.

"I like you, y/n—a lot. And I hope that... if you will. Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" And you don't dare hesitate to answer. 

"Yes! Over and over again, yes!" you say in a giggling fit. You're now straddling his lap and entangling your limbs in his clumsily. You never thought reciprocating feelings with your best friend would feel like this, but you never want it to end.

"Does this mean I can finally do this?" you ask.

He looks at you curiously, tilting his head adorably as you attack his face with pecks and kisses. Hearing his yelps of "help!" followed by giggles. Oh, the things you would do to listen to his laughter on replay.

"Oh my god, get a room." a voice states their presence. 

You jump from your spot on his lap as you both look up at the voice. Your friend had just left her room to refill her glass of water, judging by the empty cup in her hand, to walk in on you, peppering Soobin's face. Sure, she had wanted this to happen for a while, realizing your shared feelings long before you knew. Still, it doesn't make this scene less awkward. A feeling of shame fell upon the two of you, more so Soobin, as he didn't mean to get caught in such an intimate position by your roommate. You look back at him, see his guilty expression, and grab his hand to pull him into a standing position. 

"Maybe we should take this to my room instead," you chuckle. 

You lead him to your bedroom, just a few steps away. He follows behind you, enveloping you in a back-hug, head on your shoulder as you struggle to shuffle your way into the room. 

"I love you." He mumbles near your ear. 

"Moving so fast? We just confessed."

"It's not like I haven't said it before! And plus..." 

You know that it's because its meaning has changed now that you reply back, "I love you too."

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[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #pete maverick mitchell #pete maverick mitchell x reader #maverick x reader #fluff #reader insert

[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | Part. 11

Pairing: hamilton!reader (she/her) x mick schumacher

Warnings: curse words, Twitter environment, mention of food, not proofread etc etc. Minors DNI!

summary: Social media is going crazy over every minimum interaction between Yn and Mick, they are ready to take anything the shipper gives.

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

a/n2: I'm sorry for taking forever to update, I was a bit busy lately, and also kinda unmotivated :(

a/n3: I tried something new this time by adding three different races (Baku, Miami, and Imola), I don't know if the time lapse was easy to grasp, or if it got confused, and I think maybe Tumblr took a bit of the quality of the pictures, but nothing much (but lmk if you felt like it was much). Please, let me know your thoughts so I can post the next chapter sooner <;3

a/n4 (last one, I promise!!): My message app was not working properly and I just wanted to post this as fast as possible, so I used the Twitter dm thingy, did not really like it, but it is what it is sometimes. Sorry, y'all.

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paddockgossip

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paddockgossip Apparently the pilots and families are enjoying the Florida weather together. The first pic was sent by a follower, rumor has it that it’s Yn Hamilton and Mick Schumacher. The second is a screenshot of her story which confirms to us that she is indeed in Miami and at the beach or at least was. 😏

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smtimesadness the second pic is Lando Norris, not Mick Schumacher 😂😂

mickynshipper I love them, but I feel better consuming the crumbs they give us them invading their private life like this.

⤷ user90 Idc, they’re both public persons

popyn1 ok but can we talk about Yn friendship with the grid?? She’s casually in a yacht with Lando, gets sugar for Charles, Pierre always comments funny stuff on her posts, and then there’s Mick too (this one Idk if it’s just another good friend and we are projecting, or they’re really dating)

theofficialyn

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theofficialyn week’s vibe

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mickyn MICK SHOWING UP TWO TIMES???? 😍😍😍

juridicohamiltons who gave you the flowers on the sixth slide?

⤷ theofficialyn a fan :)

⤷ pierregasly 🤣🤣🤣

⤷ girlbossgasly PIERRE SPILL THE TEA!

fan16_ I know y’all into mickyn train, but I cant stop thinking about how she always posts charles 😭😭😭😭 what if…..? 👁️👄👁️

gina_schumacher 💖💖💖💖 love youuu

⤷ lewisncharles their content is my fav, just two besties vibing

vroom_44 is that you revealing the song Lewis was listening to?

⤷ theofficialyn yes hahah 😝

charles_leclerc I am pretty sure you have better photos of me, yn…..

⤷ theofficialyn 😇💋

⤷ leclercmonza SEE??? ITS TOO SUS

(open the dms pics for better quality)

taglist: @sachaa-ff @ferrariloverr @kenanlotus0 @mickslover @dalsuwaha (it says no blogger found 😭)

#mick schumacher imagines #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher social media au #mick schumacher #social media au f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #millie writes #komh #black!reader x f1 #mick schumacher x black!reader #black!reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for (among other things) being upset at my boyfriend because he got angry at a guy who (in a slightly creepy way) replied to an insta story of me in a dress?

(This isn't just an "AITA for feeling things" type of ask I promise, it's more of a "AITA for telling him I was upset" I guess.)

The event that started this was a guy from my school, we'll call him G, replying to my Instagram story of me wearing a new dress with "Looking good (name)!!" This wasn't the first time he had messaged me out of the blue, I don't know him well and the only time I interact with him is for a specific class sometimes. I had never replied to one of his messages and they just showed up as requests. The first message was creepier-- he replied to a pic of me in my prom dress, said I was pretty and mentioned my boyfriend by name (specifically it was something like "That's a pretty dress (name), I hope it's for a special occasion with (BF)" or something like that) which was really awkward. Made even more weird by the fact that I literally opened the message with my boyfriend as we were cuddling on his couch and looking at Instagram stuff. There were two more messages later, one about our psychology class (which I just didn't see until it was too late) and one asking how my summer was going.

G is a little bit... off, you could say. He's just a really awkward guy, and I don't think he was trying to be intentionally creepy. I really didn't know (and still don't know) whether he was attempting to hit on me or just compliment me as a friend.

My boyfriend clearly doesn't like G because of that first message, and was clearly upset when I sent a picture of G's message in a Discord server we're both in. I should mention that we are in a long-distance relationship now since he moved, so I couldn't talk to him in person about it. He's generally a very calm and respectful person, I've very rarely seen him angry.

After a minute he stopped replying to messages in the server, and then came back a while later saying that G wouldn't be bothering me anymore. I, now extremely concerned, asked him repeatedly what he did/said to G, and then he answered in DMs that it was probably better if he kept that between them, and that he hoped it was all okay with me.

I replied that "in all honesty, it's not entirely okay with me" and that I would have preferred to deal with the situation myself. Also said that I appreciated him standing up for me and that I didn't hold it against him. I was a little bit upset, but I didn't want to cause a fight or anything because I know he (somewhat) meant well. He apologized, and since that (yesterday) we haven't really talked. I love him, but I'm still a bit pissed off about this whole thing.

Today I found G in the hallway and apologized profusely for whatever my boyfriend had said, because I felt like shit about the fact that I had technically caused it. I still don't know what he said to G, but it was clearly pretty bad. G seemed sad and guilty when I talked to him.

The real asshole move from me was posting the screenshot of the message, I know. The name was censored, and BF and I were the only ones in the server who knew the guy at all (he guessed who it was immediately), but I still shouldn't have done that and I do mostly regret it. I won't say that I fully regret it, however, since I posted it because I wanted advice on what to do.

This is a long ask, I'm sorry 😅

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[sassyfrassboss]

I was one of the tumblr blogs here about royals and harry. Im all for invictus and bec of that i fully supported harry. But then list of girls keep coming and they were all fame hungry somehow - camilla (reality show girl), florence (actress), cressida (actress) then others too. It got me thinking why does he go for these women if he badly wanted privacy. Come 2016 we got markle. I knew then that i couldnt support despite my love for invictus games. I knew something was fishy right off the bat. I could give a pass for florence and cressida bec those two are doing the actress modeling thing as a side hustle and they know the culture among aristo and royals. But markle is another story. You can feel it immediately. The first time i knew something was off was the IG bananas and grocery pic. It was glaringly obvious that she is here for fame, money, and notoriety. I deleted my blog afterwards and never looked back. Im so glad i did.

I guess age, experience and perspective helped in figuring out. I learned about PR, i learned to fact check, and i learned to see which other blogger tend to lie. I now appreciate will and kate better, though i still stand by my opinion that kate could have done more pre-marriage (we now know that she is multi-talented, i guess she could have utilized them more) and they need to do more royal work esp william.

Remember when Harry famously broke up with Cressida because she wanted him to pay for her flight and accommodations to Guy's wedding? It was also said he felt she was using him to get spokesperson deals and he was done. But it was her asking him to buy her plane ticket that sent him over the edge.

What's ironic is he was so wary of women who were with him to use him for their own benefit, make money, and get famous. When he felt they were in it more for the attention and not him he dropped them.

Yet Meghan enters the scene and everyone can see from a mile away she wants all the fame and all the money but he 100% believes she is in it for him and only him.

Her manipulation tactics are something to be studied.

[oliviajdjarin]

Rowan Whitethorn: Mine

Pairing: Rowan Whitethorn x female!reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn protects what’s his.

Warnings: reader gets captured, she also has blue eyes, rowan kills a lot of people (very attractively), allusions to sex, blood, broken nose, sore wrists, mating bond, making out, touching, heavy swearing, and arguing. If I got a detail wrong with the mating bond or Valg qualities, I apologize. I finished this series in April…which is insane. There’s also a guest appearance from one of @leahkenobi’s favs hehe.

A/N: @leahkenobi…you know what this is. Happy birthday mate. You deserve the world. PLEASE SEND HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY MESSAGES!!

A/N 2: this is off canon :)

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, ask, or reblog, it would be much appreciated <3

(Pic gotten from Pinterest. Full credit to the owner).

SJM Masterlist

They had taken you.

Those fucking spiders had taken you.

He felt them do it. Felt your screams rattle his bones, and the bond crackle and pop against his sternum.

They must have followed you from the White Fang Mountains, trailing the scent of you that had been recently—very recently—mixed with his own.

The Valg soldier at the tip of his knife didn’t matter. The screaming witches flying over head didn’t matter. The seemingly endless army spread out before him didn’t matter.

His fae senses overtook him, and with a twitch of his lip and a tilt of his head, the oxygen surrounding him was stolen from the air.

With another blink, every speck was replaced with ice, and no Valg soldier or witch within his reach could escape his wake.

They dropped like sacks of flour, impaled with the shards Rowan Whitethorn had produced from his body, and he squeezed his fists together.

His triceps flexed as he did this, rippling the tattoos across his sun-kissed skin, and he breathed. Just breathed.

And listened.

The world around him quieted, except for the sound of his own heart racing. He could feel it chasing the rhythm of your own.

He sent the bond out like a beacon, searching as far as he could for any hint of your shape. He had it memorized, the shape you took up in the world. He let himself be called to it.

He closed his emerald eyes, exhaled, inhaled, then exhaled again.

There.

He had it. A vague idea of where they were carrying you. You were fighting back, he could feel it.

He couldn’t help the pride shining on his face.

He opened his eyes, and straightened his back as he beat his confidence down the bond.

Hold on, he said.

Just hold on.

He felt his muscles and tendons begin to shift, letting them have a mind of their own. His wings flared, and he released a cry.

With no time to lose, the most powerful pure-blooded fae warrior in history took to the skies, a trail of lightning and wind following him.

~*~

You were no stranger to torture, let alone loneliness. You just really wish it hadn’t been spiders.

You should have disguised your scent better. You should have disguised Rowan’s scent better.

You felt him using the bond to call out to you, searching for you and desperately trying to coax out a response from you.

But you didn’t reply, no matter how harshly it was cleaving your body in two. You knew why these spiders had taken you. Not only did they want you, but they wanted him.

“We could smell him,” they said, scratching down your face with their talons. “We could smell him all the way from the Fangs.”

You were writhing and squirming away from them as they spoke. Your teeth began to grind and sweat coated every inch of you.

“We will wait for him. Here.” The mouth of it got closer and closer to your face. Your chest began to shake. “In the meantime, behave, and we won’t bloody you too badly.”

That was hours ago, and the ropes connecting you to the cave’s wall would not fucking budge.

Your wrists were raw from how harshly you had been pulling, and the tops of your kneecaps were shredded from the harsh floor. Your nose had been throbbing since the spiders had first captured you—they had to disorient you somehow—and blood had been dripping down onto your shirt ever since. Never once had the drip slowed down, making your shirt sticky and your abdomen soaked.

You could not let it weaken you. You had to get out, alone, or Rowan would be stuck here too.

You knew he was close. You could taste it on the wind coming into your caved prison.

And for the first time in your life, it only filled you with dread.

~*~

After over an hour of silence and solitude in your cage, you began to wiggle your knife from the inside of your boot.

The spiders thought they had taken every even remotely dangerous item off of you, and it took all of your strength not to smirk in their faces when they rubbed it in your face.

Because of the soreness and sensitivity in your wrists, getting your boot off took some time, but the knife finally came free. While it was not massive, it was sharp, and it could at least start to weaken the harsh rope.

You had seen this rope before. It was some of the toughest on the market, with straw cut sharp enough to dig into skin and fabric.

You had to give the arachnids at least some credit.

As quietly as you could, you laid your non-dominant hand down on the ground, and used your body weight to saw back and forth on the rope. It stung like Hell to be pressing down so harshly on your tender skin, but you bit back your whimpers, and carried on.

After a few moments of sawing, the first layers of rope began to spring loose, and you released a shaky breath of relief.

You were going to get out of here. You were going to escape.

And that’s when you felt it.

Felt him.

He was here.

Your body ached for his contact. You wanted him to scoop you up and carry you away, get you out of this Hell hole.

But they wanted him too. They would stop at nothing. It wasn’t worth it.

He would burn himself out, and they’d have you both.

It wasn’t worth it.

You swallowed, calming down the bond beating harder than your heart, and sawed harder and louder than before.

I’m here Y/N.

You groaned at his voice in your head.

I’m coming.

You didn’t respond. You closed yourself off, and nearly snapped the knife in half by the time the first rope finally came loose.

The wind hitting your raw wrists caused you to hiss in pain, but you brushed it off, and laid your dominant hand on the ground.

You heard the loud echoes of spiders running across stone from further down the cave, as well as their screeches of pain, and you knew he was being rushed. You hoped he could hold them off long enough without draining all of his power.

You could feel it inside of you—the anger. You had seen him like this before, but never felt it. It clouded and your vision and creeped up the back of your neck.

You couldn’t imagine just how intense it was on his end of the bond.

You sawed and sawed until your arm went numb, but the rope was barely budging. Maybe the rope was thicker on that side, or your non-dominant hand was really that much weaker, but you persisted. Your heart was roaring in your head, and your adrenaline was pumping so harshly your hands began to shake.

The feeling of panic was rising in you, and you were too weak to push it away.

The first layers began to break, and sweat began dripping from your brow onto the ground. You took a second to calm your breathing and let your arm regain its strength, but the screams of the spiders became impossibly closer. Their bodies began to fly against the wall, and the outline of a body you knew all too well began to appear from the darkness.

You let out another groan, and sawed about halfway through the rope before hearing him.

“Y/N?”

Not in your head. Not in your heart. Real.

“Y/N,” he said again, and picked up his pace to sprint to you.

You let out a cry of frustration, and sawed so harshly your hands began to cramp.

He reached the poles of your cage, and searched for the lock on the door.

“Hang on baby. Hang on.”

“No,” you whined, and you were inches away from freedom.

“I’ve got you,” he said, and ripped the lock clean off the door. He creaked it open, and his robe flowed behind him as he ran to you. His hood masked most of his face, but his piercing green eyes and immaculate tattoos made him unmistakable.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, and all you wanted to do was fall into him, but with one final slice, you were free.

“No,” you said again, and shoved him off of you so hard his back hit the metal door.

You looked into his eyes as you stood up, and a mix of shock and genuine hurt coated them.

“Y/N, what—”

“You,” you yelled. “They want you Rowan. They want us both.”

Emotion was beginning to soften your voice, and Rowan’s eyes softened with it.

“That’s why I didn’t answer you. That’s why I shut you out. I didn’t want you here. I don’t want you here.”

Tears began to make your vision foggy, and you did you best to swallow them down, but with the way Rowan was looking at you, it was nearly impossible.

“Y/N, please—“

“No Rowan,” you interrupted. “What if you burnt out, huh? Then we would be stuck. They would have us both. How the Hell would anyone else find us?”

He swallowed down his own emotions before saying, “Y/N, I can handle—”

“I don’t need you here Rowan. I do not need to save me. You shouldn’t have come.”

You saw his chest cave in slightly at your words, like they caused him physical pain, and your throat was so swollen from tears that you were on the brink of exploding.

Rowan looked you up and down, and without an ounce of fear, stepped towards you once more. Gently.

“Y/N, you’re hurt,” he whispered, with all the care in the world in his eyes, and you fell to your knees.

He caught you as you fell, understanding that the shock of the day had finally worn off you, and tucked you into his chest. You let the pressure all out at once, and he held his hand in your hair to hold you steady.

You sobbed into his chest for a few moments, and he let you.

“Baby,” he whispered, “just let me see you. Please.”

You looked up at him, still basking in the aroma that you could only describe as home, and he wiped the tears away as he examined your nose.

A faint mist had coated his own eyes as well.

He used the tip of his finger to glide over your nose, so gently you could barely feel it, before saying, “Let’s go home.”

You nodded, and he pressed your foreheads together. You felt your hearts begin to beat as one, as they always had, and always would.

He breathed you in one last time, before scooping you into his arms and letting you cling to his robe.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your eyes already beginning to flutter shut. Being around him always seemed to put you in some sort of trancelike state where it was nearly impossible to not be relaxed.

“No Y/N,” he responded, rubbing his hand over your own, “I am.”

He brought you out of the cave and into the pines of Terrasen, where the shadow of a mountain lion awaited your arrival.

~*~

A panic unlike any other washed over Rowan Whitethorn when he saw you cutting yourself free of the most painful rope on the market, while so soaked with blood it stuck to you.

He was surprised he didn’t crumble the entire mountain.

Gavriel got the both of you to a safe house in no time. He ran in silence with you on his back, while Rowan flew ahead of you. He kept you in his line of sight the entire time, waiting for something to go wrong.

He was more than grateful that nothing did.

Finally at the safe house, Gavriel slowed to a stop, and let Rowan take you off of his back. He held you close to his chest, listening to your soft breaths.

Gavriel shifted, and laid his hand on Rowan’s back as he held you.

“I know you’ll take care of her,” he said, and Rowan nodded.

“I will.”

Gavriel gave him a shy smile, and looked down to you one last time.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he said, and forced himself to step away. Gavriel cared for you in a different way then Rowan did, but almost as much.

Almost.

Rowan brushed your hair from your head, and brought you into the birch-colored home. Nothing made him feel better than knowing you were in a place like this: warm, sheltered, safe.

He proceeded to bathe you, slowly. He didn’t want to rush with you. He never wanted to rush with you.

You smiled sleepily as he did this, and said thank you when he finally pulled you from the boiling water. He found himself smiling back.

He carried you to the master bed, and tucked you in tightly. He knew he needed a bath as well, with as much sweat and blood he had dealt with that day, but the way your exhausted arms weakly pulled him into the paradise that was awaiting him convinced him well enough.

“Stay. Please,” you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and replied. “I’m staying.”

He removed everything from his boots to his shirt, and tucked himself against you. He pulled your bare form into his own, and found himself finally relaxing as well.

He listened to your heartbeat, noticing that it wasn’t soft enough to be asleep yet, and he rubbed his fingers against your scalp.

“Did we win? The battle?”

He nodded against you. “It has been taken care of.”

You hummed in response.

“What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you,” you responded. “And how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. I shouldn’t have even been captured in the first place.”

He tucked his nose further into your hair, letting you continue.

“I knew what they were doing. I knew they wanted you. I didn’t want you to burn out and let them win.”

The emotions from earlier started creeping into your voice once again, so he pressed you deeper into him.

“My Y/N,” he whispered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I wish I could have gotten there sooner.”

You began to breathe steadily again, so he pulled you back and looked into your eyes.

Your eyes were a color of blue he could not assign to any force of nature, but he’d spend the rest of his days studying them, trying to find something that could compare.

“I didn’t come for you because I didn’t think you could handle it,” he said. “Frankly, I knew you’d be at least nearly free from their grasp by the time I showed up.”

You smiled, showing some of your teeth.

He was so fucking obsessed with you it hurt.

“I came because I didn’t want you to have to handle it alone. You don’t have to handle anything alone.”

The blue of your eyes shined from your tears, making them that much more radiant.

“I’m right here Y/N. Right here.”

You nodded and rubbed your lips together, letting a few tears fall. He kissed them off your cheeks, and that only made more begin to spill.

“You are my mate, Y/N. Mine,” he said, framing your face with his hands. “And I am yours. Forever.”

You brought your hands from his bare chest up to his face, tracing the freckles and tattoos littering it. His own eyes fluttered closed, soaking in the fact that you were safe now. With him.

When you moved into his silver hair, he opened his eyes to see your own so full of joy. He just couldn’t help himself.

He started leaning in for a kiss, and mumbling, “I’ll be gentle. I won’t bump your nose.”

A sky smile came over your face. “I know.”

His stomach roared with butterflies, and he brought your face to his.

He wasn’t a liar. He was gentle. Pecking your lips over and over again, until you were the one who snapped. You brought him in deeper, etching your tongue over his, and he released a breath of pure pleasure.

With that, you wiggled underneath him, far enough that he was completely on top of you. His hands framed your hips, and you brought your hands down to his abdomen.

He pulled away. “You should be more tired than this.”

You smirked, and said breathlessly, “Tire me out then.”

His smirk matched your own, and he immediately latched himself onto your neck, beginning his descent down your body.

Gavriel was right. He did take care of you.

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[resowrites]

Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

Summary: Capt. Syverson’s wife is glad to finally have him home but something about his manner has changed and she’s determined to find out what…

Pairings: AU!Capt. Syverson x Wife!OC

Warnings: 18+only MINORS DNI, angst, fluff, language, adult themes, mention of mental health issues/night terrors, mention of war & associated injuries/casualties, relationship difficulties/argument, allusion to smut, lightly proofread.

WC: 2058

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Strangers In The Night - a Capt. Syverson oneshot.

The cool night air fluttered the curtains and sent a gentle breeze towards their bed. Unfortunately, it did nothing to comfort Capt. Syverson, who'd been twisting and turning in his sheets for the last forty minutes. His wife watched on helplessly, not knowing whether it was better to wake him or let the nightmare pass in its own time. He'd been home from deployment the last two weeks and was so far struggling to adjust back to civilian life. From what she could gather, it had been a particularly bad tour. Though he'd been lucky to get back without any injuries, a couple of his comrades weren't so lucky. She was dreading him going back in another six months' time.

He'd started moaning now, having some invisible conversation she wasn't privy to. If only she could reach inside his head and pull him back, or at least provide reassurance so he could finally get some proper rest. They didn't really talk about his job, and it seemed this was common amongst the other military wives she knew. The best advice they could give her was to allow him the time and space to acclimate on his own terms. However, that made their relationship much more difficult, they spent so much time apart as it was and all she wanted to do was feel close to him when he returned. His mood at the moment seemed particularly low and she'd already contacted the doctor for their opinion.

Her husband was stubborn however and not keen on taking anyone's advice. She understood his mistrusting behaviour, his career depending on him being mindful of his surroundings and every move he and his men made. If only he was able to let his guard drop once he returned, then things might be a bit easier for them both. She gently rubbed circles over the centre of his chest, being careful not to let the fabric bunch up under her fingers. He seemed to murmur in response. She hoped that somewhere inside him, he recognised her touch and felt heartened by it. She remembered when he left all those months ago, they'd had a huge fight two days before he was due to leave and she spent the rest of their time apart feeling terribly guilty. They had a great relationship despite their difficulties, and she knew he felt just as bad about having to leave her so soon after he'd already been away.

It was a lonely life without him, though she tried her best to busy herself with her work. She also had a military wife support group though she occasionally avoided attending when she saw how bitter some of the other attendees were. Especially when they recounted their horror stories. She just wished there was more she could do to ease his pain. He was a decent man and loving husband, he didn't deserve to witness the horrors he'd seen. Almost as if on queue, his eyes flung open as he desperately gasped for air. She hurriedly held up a glass of water to his mouth and he drank back most of it automatically. "Hey, it's alright honey. I'm here, you're safe." It took a moment or two for him to fully come round, the edges of sleep not fully dispersed just yet. Eventually, he sighed and screwed his eyes shut, as though everything would look different when he opened them again. But he had the same pained look on his face and she decided she should at least make him more comfortable. She got up to the bathroom and held a flannel under the cold water tap. By the time she climbed back into bed, he was sitting up, his head resting against the headboard. She swiped his temple a couple of times before he irritatedly batted her hand away. She said nothing as she turned back around and sighed.

"I'm sorry darlin.’ I, I just, don't like bein' treated like a kid." Although it was obvious she was just trying to help, she didn't want to start arguing in the middle of the night. She pulled the covers up to her neck and turned off the light she figured he must have reached over to turn on. She heard him sigh just as sleep started pulling her towards the darkness. She groaned as the bedside light then snapped on again, and he lifted his bulky frame from off the top of her shoulders.

"I'm sorry okay? Don't think I'm bein’ ungrateful, I know you were just tryin’ to help." She could feel tears well up in her eyes now though she wasn't sure why exactly. She supposed it was just their shared frustration at the moment. When she began sniffling, he curled his body towards her and began palming her shoulder with his big, tough hand.

"Shh, shh… I'm sorry. Really sweetheart, please don't cry." She wiped her nose but otherwise ignored him. She didn't have any more to say at that moment that would have made the situation better. She heard him rub his shaved head in defeat, before swinging out of his side of the bed. She figured he was just going to the toilet but when she heard the taps run again and water splashing the floor, her sadness soon turned to anger.

"For God’s sake, don't get that all over the floor… someone will damn well trip tomorrow morning." He fiercely twisted the taps and stared her down hard.

"What the hell is the matter with you? You've had a face as long as a wet weekend since the moment I got back. Did you not want me home, is that it?" She looked at him in sheer disbelief. She'd even prepared a load of decorations to put up, but he returned home two days early and in the middle of the night to boot. She didn't even realise he got back until the next morning.

"Are you fucking kidding me? I was counting down the days till you got back. Though Lord knows why!" She turned on her heels and grabbed the duvet off the bed, he could have the bed but she'd be damned if he was going to be kept warm.

"Darlin’ wait, I'm sorry alright? You don't have to go downstairs." She huffed as she threw the duvet back onto the bed, and stood facing him hands on hips.

"You know you can talk to me? You don't have to go through all this alone. I'm your wife, you don't have to hide anything from me." He rubbed his eyes now and slumped onto the end of the bed. It wasn't that simple, if he didn't want to worry her any further there were some things he'd have to keep to himself.

"It's not that easy, I made a promise to myself not to bring any o' that shit home with me. It's better for me not to relive it anyway…" Something then clicked in her mind. She knew that one of the men had been killed in action, but she realised it must have been someone close to him. Although it took a while for him to get used to being home again, he wasn't normally so sullen or depressed.

"Darling tell me what happened, it's no good bottling everything up, you'll just make it harder on both of us." He exhaled deeply realising she was right. She always was. He rocked onto his feet and started fishing about his bedside drawer. He pulled something up with a snap and bought it carefully towards her.

"Here, it was Dan… the fella who got blown up. I spoke to him only a coupla minutes before it happened. Left behind a wife and young daughter as well. They're damn well heartbroken. It was all over, just like that..." He snapped his fingers and she saw his eyes glaze over as he replayed the event in his already feverish mind. She didn't know what to say to him. There was no use saying it was a tragedy or there would always be a reason behind these things. Because there wasn't. The reality was that many men were senselessly maimed or killed and he just had to carry on with his job regardless. Then of course there was the possibility that it would be him one day. He was an excellent soldier but no one was untouchable in those circumstances, not even him.

"Do you not think maybe it's time to step down? It's a young man's game darling and after a while, the risks start outweighing the benefits." She knew it was hardly the best time to suggest such a thing, but someone had to tell him the truth and it might as well be her. He looked back down at the photo, holding it with two hands as her words played out in his mind.

"I dunno sweetheart, I hate to have to leave 'em in the lurch. But I suppose you're right, I can't carry on thinkin' I'm invincible." She nodded though he carried on staring at the picture. She thought about Dan's widow and shuddered at the thought of ending up in the same position. But that was enough of those kinds of thoughts for one evening. She carefully plucked the photo from his thickened hands and placed it on the ottoman at the foot of their bed. She then pulled him in by his great big arm and planted a kiss on his dry mouth.

"Listen here soldier, I'll always be here no matter what you decide to do. I think you'd make a wonderful teacher you know? You don't take anyone's shit, you'd be perfect to keep the new recruits in line." He pursed his lips as he considered her suggestion. It would mean he could come home to her every night and be a proper husband for once. He had to admit it was tempting. He hugged her close to his chest, his arms like a vice as they locked around the top of her back. It was so good just to be able to smell her again, the crook of her neck smelling like talc and bed warmth. He growled against her skin causing her to giggle at the sensation.

"You silly boy, I have missed you though. God, I worried about you… what would I do without my skinhead huh?" She rubbed the sides of his bristly head before placing another kiss on his sweaty forehead.

"You'd be fine darlin.' I know you, you're a tough ol' bird… always have been." At this, she kicked him in the shin. He started hopping about on one leg, the pain being far worse than he expected.

"That'll damn well teach ya. And you're not going anywhere soon, not if I have anything to do with it." He looked back up at her with a devilish grin and before she knew it, he hauled her into a fireman's lift, spinning around in tight circles. She shrieked as the blood began rushing to her head.

"Put me down, you idiot! God, what will our neighbours think?" She was more than a little dishevelled by the time her feet found the ground again. He chuckled as he smoothed down her hair while she patted down her nightdress.

"Hey, don't worry about that gettin’ wrinkled… it'll be on the bedroom floor before long." She scoffed and swatted him on the arm, causing him to wince even though she didn't hit him that hard. "Careful darlin,’ I'm a bit sore. We had to move all our equipment by ourselves on the last day and I'm still covered in bruises." She gave him a mock sympathetic look and waddled back towards the bathroom. When he called out after her, she shot him a knowing look over her shoulder. For the first time in weeks, he grinned from ear to ear.

"Let's take a shower together, there's many things I'm willing to put up with but sleeping alongside a big sweaty ape ain't one of them." He charged at her now, lifting her off the ground and over his shoulder before she could protest. He then swatted her backside just as he kicked the bathroom door closed behind him. She'd expected it to be a long, restless night, though not quite like this.

A/N: I hope you guys like this new Henry Cavill oneshot, I enjoy creating pieces for characters I don’t normally use, so I hope I did ok! Please feel free to send me any more requests for stories/series. I love hearing from you all! Thanks so much for all your continued support and I hope you enjoy the story ~ Reso x

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[facelessxchurch]

Baronpine for the ask meme?

Short version: They are perfect counterparts. They are the same where it matters, but opposites in a way where they can complete each other and mellow out each other's worst traits. They also bicker like an old married couple and I love it-

The most interesting thing is their journey from rivals to soulmates tbh <3

[Yeah I changed the Baron design a bit to fit those lovely HeroForge pics of Baron better that an anon sent me. Nef is wearing a red cravat to show off that he belongs Baron now, it's the little things how he shows affection- Also grabbed myself a new CSP brush ([AA] Ink BrushContent ID：1736762) and it's hella nice for more chunky line art .]

Long Version: Them calling each other their "insufferable counterpart" is still from old roleplays I did ages ago (I was roleplaying as Nef) and it still makes my shipper heart weak. It's so perfect for them as it doesn't only show off their constant affectionate bickering but also pretty much spells out the appeal of the ship: they are counterparts that perfectly complete each other from personality to fighting style.

They are the same where it matters: fighting for the same goal, serving the same gods, both highly intelligent and capable, equals in rank and competence.

But opposites where they can complete each other and mellow out each other's worst traits. Baron is usually a stick in the mud, but Nef makes him loosen up and be more sociable. He's able to relax and laugh with him. Meanwhile, Baron makes Nef chill out on the being-an-evil-little-shit aspect of his personality. He isn't as needlessly cruel and does show mercy (usually in form of a quick kill) when Baron is around. While he revels in the cruelty of war he knows the things they have to do burden Baron more than he lets on. So he'd rather take over the dirty work and let Barontake the role of the honourable, brave general he was always meant to be. He does love that about Baron after all, his honour. It's such a rare thing in the upper echelons of the church filled with socialites that neither Nefarian nor Mevolent truly trust. But Baron? You can trust him, you can rely on him and Nefarian appreciates such a rare quality that of course must be fully indulge in, that lovely man is his now-

Baron is a little too trusting of his fellow zealots *coughdiableriecough*, but Nef makes up for it by being twice as distrusting. No one dares backstab Baron while Nef is there, and if they try anyway, Nef will teach them a lesson before they get anywhere close to Baron. Meanwhile, Nef is getting emotional support from Baron he can't get anywhere else. He's probably the only one around who cares about him and his well-being. Enough so to try and softly guide him away from his bad habits: alcohol, sex, cigarettes and overworking. Baron is Nef's rock in the storm and the healthiest relationship he can have even if it's not the healthiest Baron can have. He knows Baron deserves better than him, but Nef has always been a selfish man...

On the battlefield, Baron is one of the strongest fighter, a skilled and incredible fast swordsman. Since Nef is a glass canon and relies heavily on magic, I headcanon he prefers ranged attacks. Fighting them together must be an impossible task (think Ornstein and Smough from Dark Souls).

But since I love the drama™ how they went from rivals to soulmates it the most interesting part to me.

Nef took an interest in Baron first. He knew him through his friendship with China, Baron's boss, and thought him to be quite physically attractive, but grew intrigued about him when China told him about his personality and found out that he and Eliza had been dating. Nef gathers intel about everyone who rises to the upper ranks but it's rare for him to be fascinated by a specimen.

Meanwhile, Baron absolutely despised Nef. He didn't like that a convert was Mev's right-hand man, especially one that didn't seem particularly pious. Someone of old blood, someone of Baron's own heritage would be a much better fit for that position. Add to that that he's in the beginning still in denial about being gay yet out of all people he ends up being attracted to Nefarian. As if it wasn't bad enough that Nef is quite an attractive man, he also thought it was absolutely hilarious to flirt and tease Baron every chance he got. And that was driving Baron mad in more ways than one.

Essentially the dynamic from the tweet below 👇 Nef loves being a lil shit and Baron is making it too easy lmao

Here is my fic about their first kiss .3.

Essentially their relationship went from rivals to Nef teasing Baron until it ends in hatefucking, Baron slowly realising that Nef actually has feelings for him and isn't just using him to get off and finally (when Baron becomes the second general) learning to appreciate each other when Baron realizes Nef is just as devoted as him and him 'slacking off' is the result of Mev completely over working Nef.

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[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Going Through Hell With A Hangover

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Valentina thought things were starting to look up but dealing with a mammoth hangover things start heating up in the paddock.

Warnings: Angry Valentina! That is all

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Before I even opened my eyes I knew I was in for the hangover from hell, the room felt like it was spinning, my stomach was churning and it felt like I had a baby elephant stomping on my head.

Pulling the pillow from the other side of the bed over my face, I slowly opened my eyes, at least the pillow would shield me from the brightness of Hudson’s beach facing property in Miami. It was like he didn’t know what blinds or black out curtains were.

“How’s the head?” Hudson’s gravely voice appeared, it was slightly muffled due to the pillow over my face but I could tell he hadn’t long woken up himself. “You gonna be able to get through the media day?”

Groaning into the pillow, I squeezed my eyes closed throwing it across the room. Right now I hated myself, as if media days weren’t bad enough, I now had to deal with it whilst nursing one of the worse hangovers I had ever had.

“I’m going to take that as a no then.” he chuckled.

The weight on the bed changed signally he had sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m going to go through hell with a hangover.” I mumbled, slowly opening my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of the room, at least Hudson’s large frame was kind of blocking the rising sun. “I must have been a real bitch in a past life, I’ve had nothing but shit luck over the last four years.”

“I wouldn’t call getting into the most sought after sports unlucky, sweetheart.” he hummed, brushing some of my wild hair behind my ear. “And plus you have me now, so I think your luck is changing for the better.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at his statement, maybe he was right. This was my time to shine and I wasn’t going to let a hangover stop me from dominating the weekend.

“I also think it is time you get that ass outta this bed and get ready for your day of hell as you like to put it.” he winked before pressing a kiss to the centre of my forehead. Without saying another word, he pushed himself off the bed.

I couldn’t help letting my eyes drop to his ass as he waltzed out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a tight black pair of Armani boxer shorts. Maybe he was right, maybe my luck was starting to turn, I mean I had managed to end up with a relationship with one of the hottest models in America. Running my hands over my face I finally mustered up the energy to clamber out of bed, grabbing the first item of clothing I could find, which just so happened to be one of Hudson’s t-shirts. One glance in the mirror and I was laughing at my reflection, the shirt was at least double maybe even triple my normal size and I could have gotten away with wearing this out as a dress.

Tangling my fingers in my messy hair I slowly made my way into the main part of the apartment finding Hudson leaning against the counter, coffee in one hand and phone in the other. The smirk on his face was wide and his eyes were sparkling from the sunlight bouncing around the kitchen.

“Seen something you like?” I hummed, in amusement as I made a b line straight for the coffee machine.

“Harley Davidson just dropped the pic of our shoot,” he grinned, looking up from his phone. “I think the picture they chose has to be my favourite of the whole shoot.” He paused for a moment, as a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Well, that's a lie, they actually sent us the ones that didn’t make it onto instagram.”

Instantly I knew which photo he was on about, it was the final one of the day where I was in nothing but a red bikini and he decided it would be the perfect time to shake multiple bottles of beer opening them all over me and the photographer managed to capture the moment I was covered in beer flipping off Hudson.

“Let me guess, the one where I’m flipping you off.” I giggled, glancing over my shoulder.

“You got it.” he winked, dropping his gaze back to his phone. “You fans are going crazy in the comments, look.” he smiled, passing me his phone.

I couldn’t help but laugh at some of the comments I was reading, he was right they were going crazy and it was safe to say with the photo I posted last night, no doubt the press images of us at the gala and now this the whole world would know that me and Hudson had something going on.

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“Alors, à quel point as-tu la gueule de bois ce matin ? So, how hungover are you this morning?.” Pierre smirked, pulling his sunglasses down his nose to take in my appearance before passing me a much needed iced coffee.

“I swear I am hanging out my arse.” I moaned, taking a much needed sip of the caffeinated goodness. “But at least everything has just about stopped spinning. I just need today to go perfectly, do the press conferences and interviews, then I am heading back to Hudson’s and sleeping for the rest of the day.”

It was like the universe had something against me today, from across the paddock I could see Becky storming towards me. “Seigneur, donne-moi la force. Lord, give me strength.” I snapped, feeling my fingers ball into a fist.

“Just ignore her.” Hudson hummed, pressing a kiss against the side of my head.

“Easier said than done.” I scoffed, chewing on the straw in my coffee.

The thing that annoyed me the most was the amused look on her face as she looked me and Hudson up and down. Her expression changed to a look of disgust quickly before she spat on the floor.

“Well, well what do we have here?” she said, rolling her eyes before checking on her false nails. “It looks like you like sloppy seconds just like the skank I knew you were.”

Shaking Hudson’s arm off my shoulder, I took a step closer to the bitch standing in front of me, not caring who was watching as I squared up to her.

“The only skank standing here is you, bitch.” I growled, feeling my nails digging into the palm of my hands. This was the last thing I needed, especially today. “You think you are so big and tough but you only ever seem to make a scene when the camera’s are around. What are you hoping for? Your five minutes of fucking fame on DTS?”

“You think you fucking have the world at your feet don’t you?” she snarled, flicking her gaze between me and Hudson. “You think you are fucking untouchable don’t you?”

“Because I am fucking untouchable, you seem to forget you tried to get my arrest record used against me but that one back fired on you didn’t it?” I hummed, keeping my tone venomous. All I wanted to do was wipe that stupid little smirk off her face but this wasn’t the time or place to do so.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Charles rushing over, the sight of it made me roll my eyes. Of course he would come and try and save the fucking day.

“So I suggest you and your fake ass tits turn around and fucking walk away before you see a side of me you really don’t want to see.”

The moment Charles appeared next to us, Becky screamed with a frustrated look on her face before storming off into the crowd that had formed around us.

“Nothing to see here, people.” I shouted, holding my hand up in the air before turning back to Pierre and Hudson. “I fucking swear some people need to take a long walk off a short pier.”

Before anyone could say anything, I spun around making my way to the Alpha Tauri motorhome, knowing it would be the only place I could get some peace and quiet.

Today was going to be hell on earth.

Not even five minutes later the sound of the motorhome door closing echoed through the silence, I couldn’t help but scoff the moment that familiar scent invaded my senses. Of course he would come here, he couldn’t leave things alone.

“Vaffanculo, Char. Fuck off Char.” I growled, lifting my arm over the top of the sofa, flipping him off. “I want to be alone before the press conference.”

I was met with silence before the sound of his heavy silence filled the sound of the room before I felt his fingers brush against my legs.

I hated the fact that his touch still set my skin on fire, sending sparks throughout my body. The feeling of my legs being lifted up was followed by the weight of Charles sitting next to me on the sofa, placing my legs over his.

“The fuck you doing?” I snarled, refusing to acknowledge that I missed this contact, this closeness.

“I want to ask you something,” he said, aimlessly running his fingers over my skin. I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling, to block everything out but his touch still increased my heart rate, my body was betraying me right now. “I just want to know if you are happy, if he makes you happy?”

It was like someone had just dunked me into an ice bath the moment the words left his lips. Instantly I jolted away from him, throwing myself off the sofa, the feeling of being hungover long forgotten with the anger that was radiating through every bone of my body.

“What fucking right do you have coming in here sitting on the sofa, pulling my legs onto your and asking questions like that.” I growled, tangling my fingers into the roots of my hair. “Oh that’s right Charles, you have no fucking right. You lose those privileges the moment you picked her over me.”

He didn’t say a word as I paced around the motorhome, trying to process everything that had happened today. The fact he sat there in silence angered me even more.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I snarled, kicking the chair across the room, this finally got his attention.

“Je tiens toujours à toi. I still care about you.” he said, making eye contact with me. “I will always fucking care about you, so sorry for checking in with you, sorry for trying to show you that I still care about you and wanting to know if you are happy.”

Tears burned my eyes, my vision was starting to get cloudy. I had no idea why I was at the point of breaking down, whether it was anger or the fact that Charles still cared about me. All I knew was I needed him out of my sanctuary, I couldn’t think straight with him around and after the morning I had I really needed some time alone.

“If answering your question will cause you to leave, then yes.” I growled, trying to blink the tears away, I refused to cry in front of him. “Yes, Hudson does make me fucking happy.” I shouted, slamming my palms against the kitchen counter. “I haven’t been this happy in fucking years, now leave I need to get ready for the press conference.”

I didn’t stick around to see what he said next or to even watch him leave, instead I tried to put enough distance between us as possible.

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[amelee23]

Tadaa ✨✨ Sorry I'm late, I was busy with personal matters 🙏 Kinda looks wonky the more I look at it, but this is the best I can do 😔💔 If I made an attempt to decorate it, I'll probably make it look even more terrible 💀 I swear, you don't know how long it took me to perfect this. One small mistake and into my drawer it goes 🤩 (I'm a hoarder I'm sorry.)

I'll add more of your poems on my wall, mainly because my wall looks depressing and also, I love love LOVE the way you write them. Like hello?? It's so good?? Yesterday I was reading 'I didn't accidentally love you' and was up to the poem part. I was so shocked after reading the poem (Fr though I'm not joking) It's so well thought out and after rereading it multiple times, I felt sad. I can relate to it for sure.

Aside from that, IT'S SO WITTY?? Like I was also shocked when the first letters of every line spelt out "HYUNJIN", I didn't even realise that haha. But yea, def will put that one on my wall too (I'll send you a pic if you want 😗) Looking forward to your upcoming fanfics 💕 Make sure not to force yourself if you don't feel like it. Take breaks if you need to and lastly, hope you're doing great ❤️

You're not late at all!!

Shush it's not wonky! It's perfect 😭 you have very beautiful handwriting! And I appreciate you doing this x3628262828 times it's amazing honestly especially that you put so much effort into making it pretty and all sniwnwkmsk

Thank you so much for reading my works so thoroughly and paying so much attention to the details and the poem 😭 this is the stuff that makes my soul soar through the sky! Breaks my brain really that you like them this much! And thank you for saying it's witty 😭🖤 it's actually funny because I started that fic by writing the poem first. And I sent it over to a friend, for review, since I was trying to make it seem as smooth as possible without forcing it (y'know because the lines had to start with the letters of Hyunjin's name) and my friend actually said it sounded awkward at first so I had to redo it 😂 but the thing is, my friend actually also had no clue about the letter thing! They only found out when I posted the fic, what I was actually (sneakily) doing the entire time! 😂 Also I don't think I should be saying I'm glad you relate to it -- I mean, it's cool it brought out emotions but bad you had to experience them to know them 😂

(and yes yes pls send the compliment goblin more pics if you put more of her poems on the wall. [That's me. I'm the compliment goblin.])

I'm not kidding, this is a first for me. I've never had a poem of mine put on a wall. It's surreal thinking you're gonna be looking at it, at my work, every single day. What is this strange feeling??? I think fulfilment is one way I could describe it. But also strangely I feel like I'll be beside you in spirit! And its so cute sonsiskwdk

I'm not very good at receiving compliments I swear I read them and my brain goes haywire and when I try to write down an answer I just blank

Soooo I did a lil something for you, as a thank you! It was very quick so it's not very good but I hope you like it!

(let me know if you can read it well)

And I'm doing pretty good today! I finally slept so that's nice 😂 I'm just very anxious because I finally got into literature university and a whole new adventure awaits me! 😭

It's very comforting to hear you will be looking forward to my future work. 🖤 I will continue to work hard to deliver high quality fiction and become and even better writer! 😁

I hope you're also doing well and once again thank you! (And you can always dm me if you want.)

#letterbox #feedback #ask #poetry #pdniym #answered

[gabessquishytum]

Apologies for being MIA my work has been eating my free time and energy. But this -

this invoked something in me.

They will also shamelessly send nsfw messages and pictures while Hob is very much at work btw. He should really know better than to look mid class but he can't help himself. He's taught with a boner before and he'll do it again. If he's really gunning for a punishment, he retaliates and sends spicy pics when Dream is supposed to be in an important diplomatic meeting. One time he sends a selfie while riding the Corinthian's dick and Dream actually hauls him into the dreaming and deals with him right there and then <3

Have we talked about edging lately? Because good LORD this has edging vibes all over it.

Dream can technically bend reality and bring little bits of the Dreaming to the waking world - so he sends Hob little dirty post it notes buried in his teaching lectures. He sends him a plug - inside of him - mid-class. He send him “selfies” after Matthew explained the concept. Only they’re flavored like only the Dreaming can provide.

And Hob? Hob has always been a fantastic daydreamer. And he knows the power of his daydreams and how easily they can persuade Dream to appear. How easily every little thought he has is made real to Dream’s body in the Dreaming (or as ghost echos only Dream can feel in the waking). So he uses that power. He locks eyes with him in the pub and imagines Dream’s limbs spread out, hole open for every patron to view. And Dream can feel the cool air on his imagined nude body and slick tongue probing him. He knows he’s standing still and fully clothed but he feels like he’s on exhibition for every dreamer around them.

It becomes a contest of sorts between them. Who can trip the other one up more. Bring them right to the edge in all the ‘inappropriate’ places and times. Who will break first? In a battle of wills (and edging) which one of them can’t take it any longer and has to pull the other man away from his duties to ravish him?

And for ~flavor~ Corinthian definitely get’s caught in the middle of them. He’s used as a proxy for what they want to do to each other. His body on display with Hob’s cock down his throat. Dream bent over the throne with Corinthians nails digging deep enough into his hips to draw small rivets of blood.

It’s a contest and everyone simultaneously loses and wins.

-🫀

Asmsndnsnan I am. Salivating over this ask, I truly am. I honestly don't know if I can add anything that you haven't already said in the most sexy and amazing way, but fuck I'm gonna try!

I think Hob is generally extremely patient, but the 21st century has become the age of instant gratification, and it might be fair to say that society has lost appreciation for the pleasure that can be gained from waiting. Dream takes it upon himself to reintroduce Hob to the lost art of edging.

He will spend days teasing his lover. It starts slow, with a risqué picture sent to Hob’s phone mid lecture. Feathery dream-touches stroking his inner thighs. A dirty love poem inserted into the middle of the article he's supposed to be reviewing. And it only escalates as the hours pass. A light and invisible pressure on Hob’s clothed cock. Dream’s underwear mysteriously tucked into his coat pocket. The ghostly sensation of a hand pulling his hair. A set of anal beads appearing inside his hole just as he's having an important conversation with a colleague.

Hob’s only choice is to retaliate. He knows that Dream isn't going to give up his little game, he's having too much fun reminding Hob that delayed gratification is the most satisfying of all. So Hob does what he does best, and he dreams. He dreams so hard about sucking Dream’s cock, Dream himself actually appears in Hob’s office as though he's been pulled there. Hob only looks at him innocently and invites him for lunch. In the cafeteria Dream is tortured by more daydreams of Hob fucking him on one of the long tables, with everyone watching. Dream can feel the pressure on his prostate even though it isn't there.

And the poor Corinthian is trapped between the two of them. Talk about clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right! He just doesn't get this whole edging business. He's got the refactory period of a god, he can just keep going for as long as he wants. What's the use in waiting? But sure, whatever, if Hob wants to sit on his cock while he's supposed to be making lesson plans, that's up to him. The Corinthian is going to take the opportunity to cum inside him as many times as possible while Hob squirms and forces himself to wait until Dream comes home. It's not a bad way to spend an afternoon.

#🫀 anon #the sandman #hobrintheus #dreamling #nsft

[desidesidesi]

The first liveblogging of the excitement of The Box TM was getting out of control so I'm making a new post and sharing a new story.

So! My mother and her friends live in a poor backwater of Mississippi. Like we visited during Thanksgiving and the "City Square" which is the heart of the city was either cute, kitschy gift stores or buildings that are literal husks with caved in rooves. So they are permanently B O R E D and have picked up the art......... Of Dumpster Diving in the extremely rich college town north of them (not naming it cuz I don't wanna dox my mom or ruin their weird side hussle. @banahbanah you know where I'm talking about)

Apparently they heard tale that all the rich college kids and stores just throw out perfectly good furniture, clothing, anything under the sun at the end of the semester. Sure enough she's told me about a giant 65in TV that was "broken" (a 50$ repair got it working again) basically a new wardrobe, perfectly good food (Star Bucks throws away so much shit), Coach Bags, and knick-knacks galore!

This is all relevant because half of the stuff in The Box are goodies from one of her outings!

First pic!

In this picture (Professor Juniper for Scale) we have a Bento Box, a Tea Cup (which she worried would break but thankfully did not), and two different gift sets of tea (both thrown out well before their expi date) all gotten from the HomeGoods Dumpster in said rich college town.

Now, I know what you're thinking: Desi. Isn't this a little privileged and problematic that a bunch of Southern White Women can go around dumpster diving and basically not get in trouble with the police? And I say... Like, duh? But they kinda do a Robin Hood approach to their little operation and share with everyone in their friend group anything and everything they find! They're basically using their privilege to stick it to corporate America and even MORE privileged white people!

Also in this pictures are crystals from an old chandelier in my childhood room. Mom was replacing it and asked if I wanted it? I'm renting, I don't have any place to put it lol so I just said "Can I have the crystals to make Sun Catchers with?" She didn't quite get it, but she sent them anyway so yay!

And of course, my delicious Milex (powdered milk for those that don't know what the hell I'm talking about) 💖💖💖 I know I'm a weirdo for basically using it as a cereal additive by making things extra milk, but I fucking love it and it tastes of childhood. 💖 We have to get friends to "import" it from Honduras cuz the company that makes it doesn't sell online anywhere??? It's fucking wild how hard it is to find this stuff!!! Gotta ration better this time. I literally used the last bag she got me in a few weeks 😅

Also? Cute cows on the packaging!

And finally! The Purse-My-Aunt-Saw-And-Thought-I-Would-Appreciate-It-Best!

Look at this thing! It was "Made in Nepal" with "environmentally friendly products" and is bigger than my damn torso??? I can fit my full-sized sketch book in this dang thing lol! It's very... Hippy dippy lol. I definitely see why she got it for me 🤣 Will have to wear it around Colorado and see if I get any Crunchy Moms lusting after it.

BUT YES. I did an unboxing on Facebook Messenger with my mom and dad and it was silly fun. Hope this random hobby my mom has taken up nets me more random bullshit lol.

#story time #my mom ladies theydies and gentlemen #dumpster diving #milex

[onlyjaeyun]

zadie love!!!! 💗💫 i know u said to not apologize for sending in late asks but i can’t help it im sorry🥲 i’ve been so busy on my girls trip this past weekend, and i got home super late last night so i’ve been exhausted trying to fix my sleep schedule yet again while also unpacking from my recent trips BUT while i was in new york i still made sure i got to read ur updates before bed!! i thought it would be better to send in a longer ask once i got home and had more time to type it out🫶🏻🫶🏻

ONTO THE RECENT CHAPS: i looooveeedd taro & yn’s convo like they really are just two besties with absolutely no filter and i enjoyed that chap sm😭 also taro basically calling out yn saying she can’t finish bc sunghoon isn’t the one fucking her is so real like our girl needs to accept and realize it soon😓 AND HOON BEING SO OPEN ABOUT WANTING TO FUCK HER AGAIN WAS NOTTT ON MY 2024 BINGO CARD BC I WOULD THINK HE HAS TOO MUCH PRIDE TO OPENLY ADMIT SOMETHING LIKE THAT. then again he’s still a dick for saying that he wants to fuck her but still doesn’t care about her…you’re writing CH!sunghoon so well like he genuinely makes my blood boil at times. i’m glad yn is getting laid tho but she needs to be fucked good soon and i’m sensing a smut chap w/ hoon in the near future??👀👀

i saw the recent asks some anon sent in saying CH is getting boring and i truly want to know where their thought process is at bc it’s literally getting better with each chapter!!!! some people are so rude, like i get constructive criticism, but that just wasn’t it. the way you’re writing this smau is everything and more zadie, don’t let those weirdos get to you!!!! i know it’s easier said than done but remember there’s more people who love your works (me being one of them), than people who are just bored and have nothing else better to do with their days. IM AN ONLYJAEYUN DEFENDER TILL THE END‼️‼️ you’re doing amazing baby, keep your head up💓💓

wanted to share w/ you a little bit about my girls trip to nyc too!! it was my friend’s 23rd birthday so our whole friend group surprised her w/ a weekend trip to new york as a bday present!! OMG a funny story that happened on our first night there, we all went to this club to celebrate and these group of guys kept being so pushy and gross towards me and my friends. one of them insisted on buying me a drink but he just made me so uncomfy that i didn’t want to even be near him. i tried to decline nicely but he was so persistent. what was funny was that he saw my lockscreen and it was a pic of jongseong in the gym and he immediately backed off bc he thought it was my bf so thank you jay bc he was able to get me out of that situation😭😭

i got carried away with writing this ask so i hope you enjoy this novel i wrote you LOL🤭🤞🏻💞 i hope you’re doing well my baby!! i missed chatting w/ you🥹🫶🏻 ilysm 🤍🧸🎀 !!

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MY ANGEL BABY IS BACK YALL WAKE UP!!!!🤭🤭🤭💗

bless your sweet soul, the fact you made time to read CH during your busy ass girls' trip means so much to me baby, i love and appreciate you with my whole heart 🥺💗

STOP YOULL ACTUALLY MAKE ME CRY NOT THE DEFENDER PART 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much baby, ngl the comment did hurt a little but i know most of you guys are loving it as much as i do and with amazing feedback from amazing people like you snd many more i would never let those get to me to that certain point again 🥺 i love you sm

OMG NOT THE JONGIE BOYFIE PIC SAVING YOU!!!!! he really is THAT boyfriend im afraid 🤭 im sorry you had to deal with m*n like that baby and am glad you're ssfe and having fun, you deserve it so much!🥺

sending you the biggest kiss and i really hope you can get a little rest soon bc nestie you've been booked and busy but we love to see it!!!!!💗

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts