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thesupreme316 · 4 months

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Heyyyyy I just came up with this but headcanons with the boys if their so is in college and has a bunch of missing work how and how they would deal with it (not like this is related to me rn totally DONT have have 20+ missing assignments that r do Thursday😮‍💨) if not that’s fine I just needing something to do so I felt like I was being productive cuz I don’t feel like doing work in my week off. Thought I’d submit ideas for writers so I’d be doing smt!

AEW STARS React to: Their S/O In College (and Taking Finals)

Pairings: Nick Wayne x Reader, Darius Martin x Reader, Hook x Reader, Dante Martin x Reader, Christian Cage x Reader, MJF x Reader, Eddie Kingston x Reader, Wheeler Yuta x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Supreme Speaks: hey yall, finals kicked my butt, but we back and packed up in here! to this lovely anon, i hope you got everything done and passed with flying colors (ik i struggled). but anyways, please remember that you are loved and appreciated, and also that you are more than a gpa.

Warnings: none i think, grammarly wasn't working so barely proofread, no gifs as tumblr don't wanna work rn

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

i totally forgot to add my beautiful besties my bad

Nick Wayne

Hahaha He is the last person you should be going to for help

If anything, Nick believes that you should just leave it alone and just be in candy land with him

But he knows how hard it is for you and how important it is

So he’ll try his best to help you actually do the assignments

Like you two split up how much work you have and he does half the assignment

I think he would find it fun; pulling all nighters in the library and doing work with their S/O until like 4 am

Every night would be a new adventure

Would let you review the work before you submit it

But anything science-related

Don’t ask him shit

I see him as more of a math person

Darius Martin

I see Darius definitely as a liberal arts or literature person

Like he can edit your papers (he’s your personal chat gpt)

I think Darius would help you by creating a schedule

Like when you need to get stuff done by

BUT

He takes it a step further by allocating time limits for each assignment

Like you can only work on assignment 1 for an hour and 30 minutes each day

Something tells me he is particular with schedules

Darius will keep you on track as if he’s getting paid for it

“Y/N, your break ended 3 minutes ago. LETS GO”

Will definitely help you with researching topics cause that takes a while

Don’t ask him shit about math

Dante Martin

Doesn’t particularly understand what you are going through

But nonetheless he hates that he doesn’t see you as much anymore

I can see him just giving you gifts and words of encouragement

Will tutor you if you need help…but realize that this is not high school science

“You mean there is more than Chemistry I? CHEMISTRY VI? ORGANIC-“

He soon gives up

Stays up with you and drags you away from work if needed

IMAGINE DANTE SAYING “COME TO BED BABY” OMG MY HEART

Will help you with assignments like Nick

Will reward you for all your hard work (wink wink)

Tries to distract you and give you moments for fun/relaxation

After the dust is settled, he’s just happy that you are out of the shackles of academia and you two can hang out stress-free

Hook

MANS IS NOT BOTHERED WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Has the constant “I told you to start on these assignments earlier” look on his face

If anything he will just supply you with food, energy drinks, and emotional support

But if you thing this man will give you any type of physical help

YOU ARE LYIN TO YOURSELF SWEETHEART

Will secretly complain about your lack of self care or wishing he could actually help in Italian

Fancanon: Hook can speak Italian

If he thinks you have been working too much

He will save your work and shut your laptop down

Will make sure you did everything on your checklist before turning the assignments in

If you need him to print stuff off, just ask, he’ll do it

Unless it’s 1 am…then he’s telling you to take your ass to sleep

Wheeler Yuta

Okay, this man can actually help you

WITH HIS CUTE ASS GLASSES

He truly understands what you are going through as he used to be in your shoes

Mans will tutor you until you are smarter than him

Loves helping you with history and shit

“No the War of 1812 didn’t happen in 1937”

Gives you helpful study and test-taking tips

Tries to make you drink healthy caffeinated drinks not Monsters or Red Bulls

Believes they are the devil and will slap them out of your hands

“What did I say? Red Bull gives you horns, not wings…no not horns for being horny”

Will give you little trinkets or treat you out to dinner when you complete your assignments/exams

He just wants you to remain healthy during this stressful time

Christian Cage

I feel like if anything Christian is a professor…with the way he be schooling those-

He’s probably very knowledge in various subjects

He just does them the old-fashioned way

“What the hell is this?…Whatcha mean this is the new way?”

But if anything he’ll adapt to it, just trying to help you

I HAVE A THEORY that he’ll stay up reading the next chapter or the directions for your next assignment and tries to figure out ways to make the process easier

So the next day you walk out to the table and you see the parts of your project laid out and labeled

“I know it’s a lot but we break it up like this, you should be able to complete by tomorrow”

Christian takes pictures of you two so he can look back and bring up times like the Vietnam war

Makes you take breaks, in which he’ll work in your place

When you get your grade back, it’s yalls grade

not yours

MJF

Straight up pays for a tutor/homework helper

But stays in the room and yells at them cause you are still confused and behind

I mean this in the nicest way

Max is no damn help

He is laughing at you while he’s putting on his scarf

“Imagine doing homework to get a little paper for a job! That’s what you get for not being born rich”

Will post you on instagram and claim that homework and exams are to test idiots

But will quickly change his tune when you place a physics worksheet in front of him

“WHY IS THE GREEK ALPHABET HERE?”

Issues you a public apology and vows to never make fun of you again

If anything MJF supplies you with emotional support, letting you know that your feelings are valid

Will buy you new shoes or something massive for surviving and passing everything

Eddie Kingston

Now when I say don’t ask him anything

DON’T ASK HIM ANYTHING! HE’LL JUST SAY

“Doll, imma be real, I have a GED. I dunno shit”

He can only laugh from afar and say “glad I don’t have to do that shit”

But if you ask him anything about English or Shakespeare, he got you

Will recite random Shakespeare quotes to provide entertainment

I think he proofreads your papers to ensure they make sense

I do think he can help with researching and giving you credible websites

Other than that, his designated role is paper weight or waterboy

He believes your every word when you groan about school

That’s all he can do but you don’t complain about it

After he loves you and you love him

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callsign-dexter · 2 months

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A Guarded Heart

Request: Hi

I was just wondering if I could please request a Maverick x girlfriend reader where she is just very closed off and has some trust issues (maybe from past bad relationships) and maybe Maverick starts to notice but he doesn’t say anything he just slowly tries to get her to open up him. Then after he feels that they have made progress maybe she runs into one of her ex’s and Mav doesn’t know about it. So that causes her to backtrack from all the progress and she just completely shuts herself from him and Maverick notices so he finally says something. At first the reader thinks he is mad at her (due to the trust issues) but really Maverick is just concerned and wants her to let him in. So after the reader finally lets her walks down Maverick is there to comfort her.

totally your choice 100%

Pairings: Maverick x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of abuse

When you first met Maverick, it was at The Hard Deck. You were out with your friends from work and your boyfriend, Jerry. You had been waiting at the bar for your friend, Penny, to grab your drink for you and another round of drinks for your friend. You had known each other since childhood and were thick as thieves. She didn’t like your current boyfriend, Jerry, he was nasty towards you and your friends and hardly let you do anything without letting him know what you were doing or he had to be with you.

Maverick had been sitting at the bar talking to Penny when you had walked up. Penny smiled at you “Hey, Y/N. Another round for your group?” She asked and you smiled. You had come out with some coworkers and your boyfriend and you were trying to have fun but he was making it hard and this was the only way you seemed to get away from him and breathe.

“You know us too well.” You said and chuckled and so did she. She smiled and got to work when you noticed a handsome stranger sitting next to you. “Hi.” You said and Maverick could’ve sworn that your voice sounded like honey.

“Hi, I’m Pete but you can call me Maverick.” He said and you smiled.

“Ah, a Navy man. Let me guess, pilot. My name is Y/N.” You said and he smiled.

“Nice to meet you and how did you know?” He chuckled and smiled and you decided that you loved that smile.

“Well, you introduced yourself with your first name and then what I assume is a callsign. I grew up with a Navy father.” You said and he smiled.

“Oh, what is it that you do?” He asked and you smiled.

“I’m a high school teacher.” You said and he nodded his head while smiling and then Penny was walking over to you with a tray.

“Here you go Y/N/N.” She said and you smiled at her.

“Thank you.” You said and turned to Maverick “I’ll see you around. I hope.” You said and he nodded.

“You will.” He said and then you were off heading to your work group and he watched you every step of the way.

“I see you have met our local sweetheart. I’ve known that girl since we were kids.” Penny said and he smiled and turned his gaze to her.

“She seems sweet.” He said and Penny nodded.

“She is. Too bad her boyfriend treats her like shit. He’s always so rude to her and her friends.” Penny said watching you and Maverick did the same. He watched Jerry pull you over and start yelling at you and saw how you shrink into yourself trying to defend yourself. He then threw his arms up and you flinched and stormed off.

Maverick wanted you to break up with Jerry and be with him. You deserve someone that loved you and he could give that to you.

Each time he went out with The Daggers to The Hard Deck on Fridays he always looked for you. Each Friday you were there sometimes with Jerry and others not. When Jerry wasn't with you, you were a totally different person and he liked that person.

2 weeks had passed and he hadn't seen you and he was missing your presence. He was with The Daggers as they were laughing and talking about anything non-work related. While they were talking, he was looking for you and frowned when he didn't see you. After a few minutes of looking around the not so busy bar, it was pre-rush hour, he tuned into the conversation. Jake had been going back and forth with Bradley and everyone butted in. There was a break in the conversation and he thought that it would be a good time to get another round of drinks. “I'm gonna get another. Anybody want one?” He asked and he heard a collective of ‘No I'm good.’ He nodded and headed to the bar.

“Hey.” Penny said when she saw that he had sat down. “She hasn't been here the last few weeks. I'm worried.” She said.

“How did you know?” Maverick asked her and she smirked.

“I saw you looking for her and see how happy you are when you're talking to her. She used to be a happy outgoing person who wouldn't take anything from anybody but since she got with Jerry, she's done a 180.” Penny said and that made Maverick upset. He was about to reply when the door was harshly thrown into the wall and a frantic you came rushing in. Eyes wide looking around frantically until they settled on Penny and you were rushing over to her. Maverick grew very concerned when he saw your busted lip, bruised cheek, and black eye. “Y/N.” Penny said and was quick to rush around the bar and straight to you. “What happened?” She asked and you shrunk in on yourself.

“Jerry hit me. He got drunk and complained I worked too much. He also accused me of cheating. When I tried to defend myself, he threw a glass at me and then hit me.” You said tears escaping your eyes. Penny grew outraged and then looked over to Maverick.

“Stay with her while I go and get the first aid kit.” She said and Maverick nodded and you turned to him embarrassed that he was seeing you like this. You had to be honest when you first laid eyes on him you fell in love and actually felt something unlike when you saw Jerry.

“Why do you stay with him?” Maverick suddenly asked before he could stop himself.

“What?” You asked surprised.

“Why do you stay with him?” He asked again, this time not stopping himself.

“Because I love him.” You said you were unsure of yourself.

“Y/N this is not love. This is abuse. No man or woman has to put up with this. You should leave him and be with someone you love.” He said as he grabbed a napkin and started to wipe the blood off your lip.

“Like who?” You asked, looking at him broken.

“Like me.” He said and you continued to look at and then you realized he was right. That night you broke up with Jerry and with the help of Maverick and his squad, that you had met and fallen in love with and they fell in love with you, moved you out.

A week later you began dating Maverick and it was the best decision of your life. At first it was a rocky road. You still had that feeling that you weren’t good enough for Maverick and that you should be doing everything for him, but he was quick to remind you gently that you didn’t have to do everything for him and it was a shared effort. You still had a lot of work to open up, Jerry and all of your past relationships had taken a toll on you. You day you were cleaning the kitchen with the help of Maverick and you two were actually laughing and having a good time when your elbow accidentally knocked a glass off the counter on the floor shattering it. Your entire world stopped and the laughter had stopped and you were quick to look at Maverick as he turned around. “I’m sorry.” You said and then bent down to start picking it up in a hurry.

“Y/N/N-” He began in a soft tone but to you it was a warning sound.

“I’ll clean it up. You can go.” You said and he looked heartbroken but you couldn’t see it too worried about picking up the glass. You didn’t even realize that the glass had cut you but Maverick did and he was quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, it's ok. It’s just a glass. Something that can be replaced. I didn’t even like that glass anyways.” He said and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

“You’re not mad?” You asked and he smiled and shook his head.

“Not in the least bit. Now come on and let me clean this cut up.” He said and you nodded and got up when he gently grabbed your wrist to gently lift you up. He led you to the bathroom and had you sat down on the counter and cleaned the cut and bandaged it. Then he kissed your hand and then you both went and cleaned up the glass and then spent the night together.

You still had a lot of damage done by ex-partners. When you were with Jerry and the others you had to ask permission to go out with friends or do anything. Your friends had asked you to come out and you told them you would think about it. When you got home from school and Maverick was there working on some work you walked in hesitantly and he noticed this. “Everything ok, Babe?” He asked with a smile and then it turned into a frown when you didn’t answer.

“I was wondering if it would be ok if I went out with some of my coworkers. Would that be alright?” You said while looking down and this hurt him. What kind of man would break down a caring woman this much to make her afraid of asking to go out with some friends. He didn’t say anything and that worried you “It’s ok. I’ll tell them I can’t.” You said and he shook his head and got up and walked over to you and gently raised your head to make him look at you.

“Of course you can go. You don’t have to ask me. I want you to go and have fun. I just want you to be safe.” He said and you looked taken back at his words but smiled and your eyes brightened. That made him smile, if you were happy then he was happy. That night you went out and had fun with your coworkers and had a blast and your friends took notice of this and were really happy they were getting back their best friend.

Maverick had been held up at work and he was running late and his phone had died. It was close to 8 PM when he finally got off work and he headed home. He smiled thinking about you being there and couldn’t wait to get you in his hold and just hug you. He pulled into the driveway and smiled when he saw your car there. He parked next to it and killed the engine. He got out and got what he needed and headed inside. When he walked in, he noticed that the house was silent. “Babe? I’m home.” He said and frowned when he didn’t get a response and then he heard sniffling. He walked into the living room and saw you crying and he dropped everything and rushed to you. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Are you cheating on me? I tried calling you and texting you but you didn’t answer.” You said and you looked at him through your tears and he shook his head.

“Not in the least bit. Cyclone held me up at work with more work. My phone died. See.” He said and pulled out his phone and tried to turn it on but nothing happened. “There is no way I would cheat on you.” He said. “Trust me.” He said and you sniffled and nodded. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

During one of the regular Dagger Squad meetups, he had brought you with him and you had stayed quiet for most of the night and Maverick respected you and didn’t push. Mickey was going on about a Star Wars movie that he had seen recently and you had also seen it and some of the others had too. He was asking people their opinions on it and everyone gave theirs including Maverick. “What’s your opinion on it?” Mickey asked, looking at you and you tensed up thinking he had gotten the person he was talking to mixed up.

“My opinion?” You asked a little nervously.

“Yes.” He said with a smile and you looked over at Maverick and he smiled and nodded his head at you.

“Well, I think it is a really great movie. In fact, I’m a huge Star Wars fan and I’ve seen all of them including the new ones.” You said smiling and Maverick was smiling.

“You are my new best friend.” Mickey said and he came over and hugged you and you hugged him back.

That was 8 months ago. Maverick thought you were making really good progress. Sure, it took some time but you were laughing more around him and others. You were speaking your opinions when asked and sometimes when you weren’t asked. You had stopped asking him for permission to do things instead you were letting him know what plans were going to be.

It was a Friday afternoon when you were having lunch in your classroom when Maverick decided to have lunch with you. He walked to your classroom and knocked on the door and you looked up and smiled when you saw him. You waved him on in. He pulled up a seat to your desk and sat down putting his lunch in front of him and then setting yours in front of you. “I know how busy you can get so I decided to bring lunch to you.” He said and you smiled.

“Thank you. I had actually forgotten to grab mine this morning.” You said and he laughed. “I won’t be home for supper tonight. Some of the girls and I had planned to blow some steam off at a new local bar/pub that just opened up. They said you’re welcome to join if you wanted.” You said taking a bite of your sandwich and he smiled.

“I’m meeting up with The Daggers tonight. You go have fun with the girls. You’ll have to tell me how it is.” He said and you smiled.

“Oh, I will! It’s supposed to be really good because of the reviews that he received.” You said and you started going into everything and he just sat back and listened. He gave his opinion when it was needed. Maverick stayed until the bell for students to return sounded and he got up and gathered your trash and threw it away and then came over and kissed you. Students started to roll in one by one, some drooled over him and others were envious of him. But he was all yours.

The end of the day came quickly and before you knew it you were shooting a text off to Maverick.

Hey, about to leave the school and go out with the girls. Have fun with the squad! Love you!

In an instant you got a reply back. This was not the first time you said that to each other.

Mav: The Daggers are gonna miss you and so will I! You go and have fun! Love you too!

You smiled and walked to your car where your friends were already there. It was decided that you would follow one another and off you went. You all found parking spaces and got out at the same time. “This is going to be so much fun!” Violet said and everyone agreed. Everyone walked in and got a seat and the night began.

Round after round and a lot of food was ordered. Everyone was having a great time and nothing could ruin it. “Want another round of food and drinks?” You asked and everyone nodded. You walked up to the bar and put your order in and waited.

“Y/N, is that you?” A familiar voice sounded and you force, it was one of your exes, Terry. You turned around and looked at him.

“Terry.” You said clamming up.

“Wow, look at you.” He said looked you up and down and it was making you feel uncomfortable. “How are you?” He asked leaning up on you.

“I’m good. Just to let you know, I have a boyfriend.” You said hoping that would make him go away.

“He let you go out looking like that?” He asked, looking you up and down.

“I came after work with some friends. He loves me, you know.” You said and he scoffed.

“Yeah, right. He’s definitely cheating on you and I don’t blame him. You’re not very good in any department.” He said

“That is not true. He loves me and I trust him. He doesn’t mistreat me like you did.” You said and he grew angry.

“Whatever bitch. He’s gonna leave you and I don’t blame him.” He said and stormed off. Your drinks and food were ready and you grabbed it and walked over to your table. You were quiet for the rest of the night and you decided to text Maverick.

Hey, just checking in. Hope you’re having a good time.

You waited for a response and when you didn’t get on you grew anxious. Thoughts were coming back like what if he was cheating on you? What if he got sick of you and decided to leave? As thoughts were rolling through your head a text came through.

Sorry, just now seeing this. I’m having a great time. Wish you were here.

That made you feel a little better. It was late and you decided to call it a night. The girls complained but understood and you left. When you got home Maverick wasn’t back yet. You parked your car in the driveway and shut off the engine and then you were walking into the house and decided to get ready for bed. Once you were done you crawled into bed and started to cry and that is how you fell asleep.

Maverick arrived back to the house late and he smiled when he saw your car there. He parked his bike next to it and walked into the house but it was silent and he frowned. He called out to you but didn’t get an answer. He walked into the bedroom and found you fast asleep. He smiled and got ready for bed and then crawled in behind you. He wrapped an arm around you and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning you woke up early and noticed that Maverick was in bed with you. You smiled but it quickly vanished when everything from last night came back. You slipped out of his arms and decided to get your day started. You started to make breakfast for you and him. That is what Maverick woke up to and slowly rolled out of bed and headed into the kitchen. He smiled when he saw you making breakfast but frowned when there was a lack of music. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you and that made you tense. “Good morning, Baby.” He said and frowned when you didn’t say it back right away.

“Hey.” You said and continued making breakfast. Then you were grabbing a plate for him and making it and handing it to him. “I made you breakfast.” You said quietly.

“Thank you.” He said and then noticed you walking away into the laundry room. “Aren’t you gonna eat some?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, I have a lot of other things to do.” You said and he frowned.

“You should really eat something.” He said and you shook your head.

“I’m good, thank you.” You said and disappeared into the bedroom with a load of clothes. He did eat but he missed you eating with him. Everything he had worked on with you had disappeared and that worried him.

This went on throughout the day. You made him lunch and didn’t eat and you made him supper and didn’t eat. You asked permission to do things and were just on edge the entire time. It was truly concerning him. You shied away from his touch and when The Daggers were over and your opinion was asked you stayed quiet or gave a very brief answer. He hated the way you had back tacked. He wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Night drew closer and now it was you and him sitting on the couch watching what he wanted to before it was something you or the both of you wanted to watch. He paused the show and turned to look at you “Babe, is everything ok?” He asked and you looked at him.

“Of course.” You said and reached up for the remote but he stopped you and took your hand in his.

“We need to talk.” He said and fear struck your heart. Was he mad about something? Was he going to break up with you? Was he actually cheating on you?

“I’ll go and pack my things.” You said silently and he was quick to shut that down and pull you gently down.

“Where on earth did you get that idea?” He asked

“You said we needed to talk.” You said and he shook his head.

“I just wanna know what is going on in that head of yours. You’re not yourself.” He said and your head fell down and everything came spilling out.

“I saw one of my exes, Terry. He said some things that made me second guess us. He said that you were cheating on me and that you don’t love me. He also said he didn’t know how you let me go dressed like how I was.” You said and that infuriated Maverick.

“Babe, none of that is true. I’m not cheating on you and never in a million years would I. I love you with all my heart.” He said “You’re allowed to dress however you like but I want sexy clothing for me.” He said and you chuckled. “You’re my girl.” He said and you smiled and started to cry. “Hey, come here.” He said and opened his arms and you crawled into him. “I’m never leaving you. Ever.” He said and you nodded. He reached for the remote “Now what do you want to watch?” He asked and you told him and he smiled.

While lying there cuddled in his arms. You knew he was right. He wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t either. He has made you feel like a normal person again and you just felt whole with him and you loved that feeling. “I love you, Maverick.” You said loud enough for him to hear and he did. He kissed your head.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He said

The rest of the night was spent in his arms watching what you wanted to watch. He loved you, truly, and you weren’t going to let him go anytime soon and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon. You two were it for each other. Nobody was going to change that, especially exes that decided to pop up.

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hawkinsharlot · 2 years

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argyle nsfw rambling + headcanons

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MINORS DNI

summary; my dumb ass rambling about argyle and his kinks or just anything nsfw related about him.

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he loves thighs and tummy <3

more often than not, he’ll make sure your thighs are nice and marked up when he goes down on you too

speaking of going down, GOD does argyle know how to make someone cum

he’s so good at eating pussy it’s insane

it’s the type of good that’ll leave you gripping your sheets and quivering under his tongue after he gives you the most mind numbing orgasms

he’s such a needy sub though

seriously, when he subs, he subs real nice. does anything you ask of him, and honestly gets off on praise a lot

he doesn’t mind when you’re a bit pushy as he goes down on you. he loves being smothered by thighs or when you completely grind into him as he eats you out.

the prettiest mental image just popped into my head

imagine being eaten out by argyle while high as fuck, and after you finally cum, argyle just looks up to you from between your legs and just rests his cheek against your inner thigh. he has this hazy, dreamy look in his eyes as he smirks up to you. he completely melts into your touch when you run your hand through his now messy hair and call him a good boy.

no one can tell me otherwise, argyle would be super into cockwarming

passing a blunt back and forth as you try and stay as still as possible on his cock. making out with him between puffs and marking one another up with hickeys <3

i’ve talked about how cute submissive argyle is. but i must talk about how i’m a firm believer in switch argyle, therefore, dominant argyle is hot as fuck

he’s not into anything super rough or degrading, nothing of that sort

but definitely just a bit of dirty talk. it’s minimal though, but honestly that’s what makes hotter? i can see him, fucking you nice and deep with long strong strokes and he just says stuff between moans and groans. “you feel so good” or “shit, you’re so wet”

the hottest things he says though? it's when he's not even trying super hard to be hot, it kinda just happens?

like the way his voice gets when he's about to cum, most of the time he ends up moaning your name when he finally cums, then immediately goes for your lips to make out with you. it's the type of sloppy, needy, making out. he kisses like he needs it to live

this man is good with his hands and i stand by that

he can roll a perfect joint or blunt in like 3 seconds, so yeah he'd know how to use those fingers of his

he has pretty hands too <3 good hands to hold and good fingers to suck on

he likes finger fucking you sometimes when the both of you are too high to move but both horny as fuck and needy for one another

his fingers are so precise it's insane

argyle definitely learns what your body likes and every single time you two mess around, he'd pull out some new tricks on you

it leaves you breathless and quivering every time

his favorite positions, in no particular order, would be lotus, missionary, and cowgirl

lotus he prefers when the both of you are smoking. it's easy to just pass a blunt back and forth before you two even start getting busy. it's normally the default position because of how often you two end up like that just naturally. he also likes lotus whenever he's feeling particularly sappy and wants to kiss you while you fuck. not to mention he just loves being close to you. lotus is normally the go to position

missionary is when you're feeling more submissive or he's feeling more dominant. he really likes watching your blushed body squirm and quiver under his touch. you're also just hot, he likes looking at all of you while he fucks. it gives argyle easy access too if he feels like kissing your neck or your tits at all. over all just a good position for when you're feeling like being a bit more submissive

cowgirl is for when YOU are feeling like being more dominant or when argyle feels like pleasing you. this is also when he makes the prettiest sounds oh my GOD <3 argyle's needy moans are the cutest. just watching him moan under you while you ride his cock is almost a religious experience. sometimes though when you're both desperately horny for one another, argyle gets a little more grabby. deep strokes while the both of you make out like you need each other to live. when you're both needy, it's when things get the most passionate

this is something i stand by; argyle cannot and i mean, cannot, be mean when getting head. he's literally the most gentle ever whenever you give him head.

he was so nervous the first time though <3 he nearly exploded just seeing you get on your knees and pull down his boxers

ended up finishing on your face too and literally would not stop apologizing for getting cum in your hair/on your glasses/etc

he even promised that he'd let you make a mess of his face by sitting on it. he crossed his mf fingers for you to say yes

argyle is 100% the type of dude who's like "yes, sit on my face. none of that hovering bullshit, no no, i mean like sit sit on it. okay and? if i die, i die"

one thing i think i cannot stress enough is just how not serious argyle is during sex. some people are super fucking serious and no drama about sex, but no, not argyle!

first time you ever sat in his lap, both of you guys high as a kite, you couldn't help but be giggling the entire time as you two made out

when making out, a lot of the time between little lulls, argyle just looks at you with the biggest grin on his face before letting out a little laugh and attacking your lips again

he's the sweetest little goof during sex

sex with him is just so sweet? there's no other way to put it, but genuinely after, it's emotionally fulfilling as well as physically fulfilling

this man. worships, and i mean worships your body

seriously, every single time without a doubt, he's there loving and kissin' on you. even things you dislike about yourself, he finds enchanting because he's so in love with you <3

he loves marking you up but would never outright say it

mainly because he himself never realized it until you jokingly asked if he had a thing for it and then he realized, in that moment, that he did.

he got a lil embarrassed about that <3

honestly, he gets embarrassed pretty easily for the most part. one time, you nipped at his neck a bit when another one of his friends was around and could've seen you two, and he was like "woAH WOah, heh, stop stop, they'll see" and he's just in shambles. a completely stupid giggling mess as he's trying his hardest not to get hard then and there. you rode him into the mattress later that night <3

hand jobs. giving him a hand job is literally so cute. edging him for a while before finally milking his cock and over stimulating him? he's a fucking mess. legs quivering and everything. but god he's begging for it the entire time you jerk him off

i've said this before in a different post, but argyle has such an intense oral fixation it's insane

literally he cannot fuck you without sucking on your tits first. he just loves seeing your chest all slick and nipples all puffy from him sucking on them.

he just loves boobs tbh

anytime he sees your boobs he's just like :D before cupping them

he likes anything squishy tbh. thighs, tummy, ass, hips, chest, literally anything squishy. he'd wanna lay there or suck on it or both depending where

morning sex the morning after a long ass smoke sesh the night before.

in conclusion, argyle fucks B)

#stranger things #argyle #argyle headcanons #argyle x reader #stranger things imagine #argyle smut

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warnings; mentions of cancer risk, implications of abuse, implied homophobia

the rattling of steel clanged around, signifying that someone was climbing the rusted ladder of the fire escape. you were burning a cigarette on the side, hanging over the railing and looking down at the passing people that laughed, talked, and just so happened to be drunk.

it was eleven forty on a saturday night after all.

“ hey, y/n! ” mickey's voice caught your attention, causing you to look up and for him to grin — until he saw the wisps of smoke. he followed it, up until his eyes landed on your cigarette.

“ the fuck? ”

a frown instantly pulled at his lips. that's when ian climbed up behind ‘im on the ladder and pulled himself up, only to dust his hands onto his jeans. “ what is it? ” ian questioned, looking at mickey with raised brows — then, his head slowly turned to you.

they both had frowns on their faces after that.

you flicked your cigarette over the railing and to the ground below, ridding it from their sight, and yours, completely. “ I don't see what the big deal is with me smoking. ”

“ you promised you wouldn't anymore. ” ian shot back, face hard with emotion. “ y/n, lung cancer runs in your family and last time you were at the doctors- ”

“ I know. ” you scoffed, looking away. “ I know, they found cells and I was at high risk. i just... ” your eyes were darting back and forth as you thought, debating if you should tell your boyfriends about the trouble that's been going on in your life. it was difficult to decide.

“ you just? ” mickey mocked, waving his hands about, “ you just what? spit it the fuck out. ” he was irritated because someone he loved went behind his back and did something he shouldn't have. of course he'd let his anger get the best of ‘im.

you sigh, “ I've been stressed, alright? and angry.. ” tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let anything fall; holding them back with immense strength. “ m’ mum, she's... not supportive of my sexuality. that's why I never introduced her to you guys. ”

ian's brows knitted together at this new found out information. of course, him and mickey knew you had secrets —they had only known you around eight months—, but they never thought it'd be something like that. something they could relate to, of all things.

of course it was serious, but why wouldn't you go to them about it?

mickey glanced at ian, before approaching you slowly with a softening expression. he himself knew what it was like to have a parent that wasn't accepting. “ y/n... ” you flinched as he put a hand on your forearm, and that made him reel his arm back.

he was nearly offended — but then he glanced down, eyeing the arm that was covered by the thin sleeve of a hoodie. your mother couldn't have... could she?

even if he wanted to ask, he didn't, because he knew he'd kill the bitch. right now, you needed comforted — and as selfish as mickey could be, now wasn't the time.

“ baby, ” mickey's voice came out quieter, “ why didn't you come to us — to me? you know we wouldn't judge you.. ” he huffed a laugh of irony. “ hell, terry hates my fucking guts cause ‘m gay, man. ”

you wouldn't meet his gaze, but you nodded in acknowledgement to his words, letting out a shaky breath. “ I.. I know. I just didn't want to bother you guys with my problems. ”

“ bother us? ” this time ian scoffed, approaching the both of you until he was standing directly next to mickey. “ if you bothered us, we would've told you to beat it awhile ago y/n. ”

“ yeah, ” mickey eyed you, blue eyes taking in the sight of your own shifty ones. of course you were nervous. “ but you're not botherin’ us. so stop beatin’ around the bush about shit from now on, alright? ”

you were silent for a moment, thinking over mickey and ian's words — taking in the fact that yeah, they were telling the truth. these two don't keep people around, especially mickey, if they didn't like them. so in a way, you guess you were lucky.

that's when you lifted your head to smile slightly at the two, “ y’know I love you guys, right? ”

mickey smirked. “ enough to suck my d- ”

ian smacked him in the back of the head. mickey scowled in reply, rubbing at his head, but said nothing.

the red head turned to look at you with a sweet smile, “ what he meant to say, was he enough to stop smoking, right? ”

you were grinning widely, cheeks rosey from mickey's earlier comment. god you loved them. “ yeah... yeah, enough to stop smoking. ”

#ian gallagher x reader #mickey milkovich x reader #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #mickey and ian #gallavich fanfic #gallavich x reader #male reader

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love4jhene · 5 months

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nsfw alphabet | chris sturniolo😛

omg this is kinda awk, ive never written smut or anything related to smut but wtv i think off i start writing it, these r my preferences abt chris sturniolos nsfw alphabet 😭

A= after care (what there like after sex😼)

i feel like chris isnt big on after care, cuz ooo girl after he hits his high he can already feel the wave of tiredness come rushing over him, the second his head hits the pillow hes out like a light, but dont worry hell take care of you whenever he wakes up😛

B= body part (there favorite part of your body (his body too)

he guves me the vibes that hes a breast guy, and a thigh guy hed be staring 24/7 cuz there cs smack dap in his face?? his favorite body part of his are his hands, cuz he is able to touch every inch of your body with the palm of his hands👍🏿

C= cum (what does he do with it??)

ik hes a guy that likes to cum on your face, maybe give you backshots??? or js fill u right up!🤠 (only if your on the pill duh) he doesnt like to make a huge mess since it ends up in HIM having to wash the sheets but then again its for pleasure, if you want him to cum on your face nd shit hed do it within the moment you finished saying it😉

D= dirty secret (something that you dont know about until he tells you)

chirs definitely has a mommy kink and enjoys it when you pull on his hair, its not a bad secret but its more of an embarrassing secret. it gets less embarrassing when you do it more often to the point he just wants you do to it when your out in public.

E= experience (how many bodies?)

he has never had proper sex until you, ik he was a lil player😝 but it never got that far it would only be making out, and some grinding ykyk, but yeah nothing like what you guys have done besides one time hes had a actual p in v prodution.

F= favorite position (what position is the go to?)

he LOVESSSS it when you ride him LOVES IT, cuz hes able to see those big melons bounce😏 LMFAO and because hes able to see you struggle bouncing on his cock. if you arent able to then hed be grabbing your hips guiding you!

G= goofy (are they cracking jokes?)

hes definitely the type of guy to make a joke here and there, but not all the time cuz thats kinda awk.. but he’d definitely make jokes about his brothers walking in and blah blah blah

H= hair (do the drapes match the carpets? is that how it goes idfk😭)

imma keep it a buck w you. hes probably not big on trimming cuz hes too lazy or sum LMFAOO but he trys his hardest so you dont get grosses out, and he definitely likes a shaved cooter ykyk cuz he likes when yr able to feel his stuble down there WOAH

i= intamicy (how are they in the moment?)

he knows he wants to me all lovey but he cant help making jokes about your moans heres an example. hed make fun of you for saying “its to big, it wont fit!” then a couple seconds later your asking for more hed mock your moans fs😂.

J= jack off (how often?)

i feel like if he tells you hes horny and you say no hes straight up start jacking his shit while your right next to him, but no he doesnt do it often since he claimd he does wanna seem like a “wild animal” thats a horny 24/7, only when hes on tour and he cant help it

K= kink (what are some kinks, IDK WHAT TO PUT)

he defo has a breeding kink, the thought of him “filling you up” gets him so hard for some reason and hed tell you about it while straight up stuffing you, balls deep bro ik this man thinks about you pregnet with his kids😪

L= location (what places does do you guys do it the most?”)

he doesnt likes taking risk. i said what needed to be said, if his brothers arent home, hed wanna do it on the kitchen counter or the couch, but mainly the bed cuz hes able to knock out like a light as soon as you guys are done

M=???

N= No (whats a turn off?)

ANYTHING to do with piss or body liquids😭 he would walk OUT THE HOUSE if you suggest anything of that sort, also being rough with you where it gets to the point it comes to slapping, choking, js being rlly rough in general.

O= Oral ( uhm idk what to say)

hes big on oral, if he could he would stay in between your legs for hours, days, weeks, years. he loves pleasure his lil princess😛 he also loves when he sees YOU between HIS thighs, him pushing your head down ykyk and most of all he loves it when he covers your face w his cum

P= Pace (how fast? how slow?)

he can change between paces. you want him to go fast? hell go as fast as he can, you want him to go slow? anything for you!

Q= quickie (does he like them?)

he isnt big on them cuz if you guys are gonna have sex he wants it to last, only if its needed and if your lookin supa sexc he cant take his eyes off ya😉😏

R= risk (does he take em?)

hes a risky fella and he likes to break the rules! he wont go to to far tho.

S=??

T= toys

why need toys when you got each other.

u=??

V= Volume (how loud is he)

MANS IS A GROANER AND HE DOESNT CARE, he is loudddd and hell let every one know what yall are doing he does NOT contain himself.

w=??

X=x ray (WHAT R UNDER THOSE PANTSSS)

hes defo big and he knows it, id say rougly like 7.5 soft?? 8.2 hard?? idkk thats what im getting😭

y=??

z=zzz sleep

i alr said it out as soon as he hits the pillow he is OUT but he will take care of u in the morning, he needs his beauty sleep

i hope u guys enojoy this was a pain in the ass to write but its a okay!

#chris sturniolo x reader #chirs sturniolo #sturniolo #smut

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weebsinstash · 8 months

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Dunno if you watched SK8 the Infinity, but one important conflict is literally the protagonist Reki becoming extremly insecure and unmotivated in skating after seeing how his new friend Langa (a snowboarder) who has barely started skating is a prodigy and so much better at it than him, who has been skating since he was a child.

Langa is naturally talented at skating while Reki works hard and still cannot measure up to someone who just started, which makes him consider quit skating altogether and leads him to distance himself from Langa because of insecurity and jealousy.

Those type of scenarios just pull at the heartstrings, you know?? Like there is nothing worse than working hard and still feeling inferior to the people around you, which DOES make for juicy angsty scenarios :)(

No but literally those are the kinds of plots where you kinda immerse yourself in the grief and it can be empowering to see your underdog recover, but also GOD is that shit so depressing and hits close to home, for real the kind of plots I soak up and throw pity parties for myself for lol

You know I've been pretty open about it but like, every so often I get compliments on my writing that are very sweet, but ultimately I do have to acknowledge like 😅 I AM basically a self taught high school drop out. So especially when I personally start writing about these sorts of stories "lol what if Reader is a depressed fucking loser absolutely struggling through the mediocre machinations of life and has Strong Hot Person come save them" like. You know where that's coming from lmao 😂 extremely unsettle but I figure what I write is usually relatable enough that it's like why the fuck not be a little personal sometimes

God though I had initially considered that when I was talking about like the Spiderverse You vs YouTwo ideas, initially considered making YouTwo drastically superior to you, but the route I've decided on is, you're on equal footing and there are certain things you each do better than the other but, seeing them be better than you at anything is salt in your wounds since you're feeling replaced.

I also like obviously have mentioned it several times but like. Living with Damian Wayne specifically would be absolute awful for this scenario, especially if you make your yandere mean or whatever. Like you could be minding your own goddamn business doing your favorite hobby and have this snot nosed fucking 10 year old (this one, the nasty one, before he gets tamed down, potentially by you?) and he's just like "that's not how you're supposed to do it" and physically takes it out of your hands, does it for you, and explains to you what you were doing wrong the entire time

Like imagine platonic yandere Damian who can't communicate his feelings for shit and is still deep in his Little Hellion Phase so you think he's just constantly insulting you and trying to show how much better and smarter than you he is when in reality he's just like. Very Poorly being like, "oh, a chance to show my sibling how cool and smart I am, and then I can teach them and they'll like me :) and they like to learn new things so I should teach them as much as I know and they can feel smart too :)" and on your end you're thinking he's an egotistical MEAN little kid who's making you extremely insecure and feel worthless and stupid and maybe sometimes often he's, not always using the best language with you because he wasn't really raised with kindness. "Why would you think THAT'S how you do it?" With a tone like youre a fucking idiot, "I don't understand what you're not seeing, I've been doing this for years and I'm an actual child"

like genuinely it's all of those "someone else one upping you" ideas but WORSE because you can't leave this fucking house and he's TEN. Youve got a fucking TEN YEAR OLD physically and mentally one upping you CONSTANTLY with the mental abilities of like a fucking adult man. I feel like the entire family being trained in violence, you'd think they would understand having like a physical fight and have probably had many themselves, but the second YOU lose your temper and put a hand on any of THEM, SACRILEGE. Damian couldve been saying the cuntiest things to your face and the SECOND you swing on him, just absolutely lose your shit, suckerpunch that brat in his face, give him a literal black eye that he didn't block because he didn't expect his beloved sibling to hit him, Bruce is UP YOUR ASS about, "you know better than this! That's your brother!!" like straight up, I think messing with one of the Robins or members of his family is the fastest way to have yandere Bruce lose patience with you and do something less loving. Takes away privileges, grounds you, makes you do labor around the house or labor for him in the cave or Damian, forces you to apologize and also acknowledge "that my brother just wanted what was best for me 🙄"

He's the kind of overbearing calculating shit where he waits until everyone is at the family dinner table and he casually pauses in between spoonfuls of soup, "so I see sister has been sneaking out of the house. You didn't do a very good job of washing the cigarette smoke out of your jacket" ousting you in a double whammy combo for sneaking out without permission AND smoking, and of course you're responding something like "you little PRICK!!" and now Bruce is standing up, jabbing a finger towards the stairs as he demands you go to your room with the unspoken threat that's he's coming up there to speak to you about this after everyone eats

Like legit living in that house would be a nightmare because everyone is gifted and everyone's doing somersaulting backflips and it's like. Lmao my knees pop when I stand up :) you're all like insanely gifted in your fields and I'm like. Normal. Some would say a simple minded burnout, even. Like. Lmao. Imagine a scenario where you're still independent and doing your own thing bur Bruce is, you know yandere mode and keeping tabs on you, and he's constantly trying to like, nudge you towards better opportunities. You're in costume on a rooftop and suddenly he's asking you about your schooling. You're working a shitty day job and one day the in universe equivalent sends you am email "based on your qualifications, this employer is interested in your resume" and its a super well paying WayneTech job that you. Turn down because you'd either fail the drug test and don't think you're good enough lmao. Bruce just tearing his hair out as he decides "ok fine I'll make your life better by force" and just starts buying your apartment building and where you work or some shit so he can improve your quality of life from the outside

#yandere stuff #yandere x reader #yandere batman #yandere batfam #sinprompts

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class-1b-bull · 10 months

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Class 1-b as random things me and my friends have said to eachother!

I tried to get everyone multiple times but some characters got more than others </3

There is a lot of cussing, name calling and mentions of virginity but dats about it. Plus a brief mention of drug dealing.

:] :] :]

Manga- BRO! IS THIS THE BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA ULTRA ANYLISIS BOOK THAT LETS YOU KNOW MORE ABOUT THE CHARACTERS, THEIR QUIRKS, AND THEIR RELATIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS FROM THE SAME SERIES?! PUBLISHED BY HORIKOSHI, THE AUTHOR OF BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA, HIMSELF?!?!

Bondo- uh yea?

Manga- i knew you were cringe but a virgin? Do better man.

:] :] :]

Sen- WHERE THE FUCK IS CTRL+Z?!?!?

Awase- ctrl z dosent work on tattoos actually..

:] :] :]

Kuroiro - the atoms will align because im hot like that. *runs straight into a wall*

:] :] :]

Kamakiri - the riddle isnt that fucking hard your just dumb as shit.

Kosei - can I give them a hint?

Kamakiri - no, fuck you.

Awase - you had to high expectations for me and tokage when making this riddle.

Kamakiri - I litterally looked up riddles for kids.

Tokage - well im obviously not a kid so that probably why I cant figure it out..

Kosei - can I pleasssseeeeeee give them a hint.

Kamakiri - fine whatever.

Kosei - ASS!!

Kamakiri - you know what? Actually... shut the fuck up!

Kosei - its a good hint!

Kamakiri - no the fuck its not.

Rin - no actually thats a great hint. Want me to demonstrate?

Awase - what is there to demonstrate???

*litterally 3 1/2 hours later*

Tokage - WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DOES ASS HAVE TO DO WITH THE MOON?!?!??!

AWASE - FUCKING MOONING!!!!!

:] :] :]

Kendo - just letting you know, your a great friend. And I really care about you.

Kodai - being nice to me wont change the fact that your ass at mario cart.

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - *running up to kendo full sprint* hey um- quick question, could jesus do a kick flip? SPECIFICALLY with the kids hello kitty skatebord that crack dealer tried to sell us...

:] :] :]

Shishida - I dont like gossip but I thought I should let you know that monoma thinks your a drug dealer...

Kosei - why? Is he a cop?

Shishida - no but-

Kosei - is he buyin?

:] :] :]

Shoda - *crying in a voice message to the class b group chat* I just got into a car wreak and the cop had to pull me out of my carrr *loud as sniff* while fucking doja cat was talking about sucking dick... and it was really embarrassing. Oh! And I broke my leg I guess but whatever.

:] :] :]

Pony - Want my autograph? Too fuckin bad bitch! Im Beyonce type famous now I dont have TIME for your annoying ass.

Kodai - what happened?

Komori - she got 15 likes on a tumblr post.

:] :] :]

Tetsutetsu - MEN CAN LACTATE?!?!?!

Kosei - *loudly starts playing carless whisper in the distance*

:] :] :]

Kamakiri - shut the fuck up I only came over to your house to watch madoka magica and pet your cat now where the fuck is kitty kitty bang bang?!

:] :] :]

Honenuki - hand.

...

Honenuki - HAND!

Kuroiro - TAKE ME TO DINNER FIRST?! I aint ready for that kind of commitment man.

Honenuki - if you dont let me finish painting you nails I am going to kill your cat.

:] :] :]

Bondo - *crying while eating pretzels* he really did crank that soulja boy...

:] :] :]

Monoma - statistics show that I am better than you at litterally everything so riddle me this? If I am so fucking awesome why do I cry myself to sleep every night?!

:] :] :]

Reiko - that toddler is so fucking metal..

Like get it bitch. Tell your mom to fuck off for putting you in time out. Girlboss shit.

:] :] :]

Rin - that kid is litterally me.

Kosei - *earth shattering scream and falls off ceiling*

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - so is everyone that does crack jesus or just your mom?

:] :] :]

Shoda - thats a nice fucking rock...

Kodai - please dont fuck the rock...

:] :] :]

Awase - WTF WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEYRE NOT REAL?!

Rin - awase why would sen have a LIVE jellyfish inside of a lava lamp...

Awase - he would if he wasent a beta cuck.

:] :] :]

Pony - if I give you $20 can you draw the dude from highschool musical pregnant? Its for my cousins birthday.

Manga - first of all what the actual fuc-

:] :] :]

Shiozaki - believe it or not. But being a man. Ok? And sucking another mans dick. BEFORE MARRIAGE. Hear me out on this one... Is slightly againt the great lord above.

Kodai - jesus?

Reiko - no, ace ventura: pet detective.

...

Reiko - specifically after he climbed out of the rinos ass, naked.

:] :] :]

Sen - bro what even is this? Its low key ugly as fuck.

Rin - thats litterally me...

Sen - daymn *sticks photo in pants* ANYWAYS-

:] :] :]

Shishida - I get everyone is trying to stay calm but twerking to the fire alarm wont stop the fire!

:] :] :]

Rin - cute dogs!

Kosei - *lifting his foot* thanks I moisturize~

:] :] :]

Pony - i knew something was wrong with you when you laughed at my joke but not in the 'I watched mean girls' type of way.

:] :] :]

Komori - *walking around the house frantically*

Reiko - we would be out the door already if you didnt kiss all of your plants goodbye..

:] :] :]

Awase - I couldn't even hear that because me and kosei were talking about how hot she was.

:] :] :]

*Rin buddled up in like 20 blankets in front of a fire place*

Kosei - hot girl shit. *dives into the pile and face plants right into his balls.*

:] :] :]

Manga - can I eat your knees tall man?

Bondo - no thanks.

Manga - what if I asked in a uwu voice?

Bondo - still no.

Manga - daymn... alpha male type shit.

:] :] :]

Rin - you realize i am a dude right?

Awase - guys can have long hair?

Sen - of course they can have long hair dipshit.

Kosei - who cares if rin used to be a girl?! Hes a guy now and thats all that matters!

Rin - no I was always a guy...

Kosei - its ok man :D ill always be your friend <3

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The Pride of the Navy

Chapter 3: Cap'n Mav

Summary: Training starts and he is the teacher?

Warnings: Swearing

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Quin's alarm blared in her ears, the lovely time of '5:30 am' showing on her phone. Well, if there was any day for hell to break loose, it would be today. Stress had already found a home in her bones; the unknown mission soon to be found out. Based on everyone present at the bar the previous night, this was some serious shit they were getting into, and Quin didn't know if she wanted a part of it. But here she was, getting dressed in her service khakis. Her short waves pass regulation standards to stay down, unlike Phoenix's long hair forced into a regulation bun.

Buttoning up her stiff shirt, she was dressed to head to base, although she was unsure of her body wanted to follow. Unsure of what was to come, Quin didn't just have to think of herself for this no doubt deadly mission that was to come. Someone needed to be there for when Emmelyn returned home after long deployments, take care of her when she had those hard days every Navy man and woman had. And currently, Quin was the only person who could fill that position, or so she thought. Grabbing her keys and jacket, Quin exited her home, nerves bursting with a buzz that filled her soul. Her cherry red baby rumbled to life, the hum calming in nature. Pulling out of her driveway, Quin could only think of her sister and the memories they shared.

Quin drove down the Hollywood streets, her sister in the passenger seat. Music blared on her speakers, windows down and cruising. Emmelyn loudly sang the lyrics of 'Cherry Cola' by Kuwada as they drove.

"SHE'S MY CHERRY COLA, SHE GON KEEP ME SOBER" Em sang, enjoying the music. The only thing Quin could do was smile. Emmelyn had just turned eighteen, Quinlan twenty-eight. Maybe they weren't fully related, only half-siblings by their mother, but Quin would do absolutely anything for her. Like driving almost a full day from Corpus Christi, Texas to Los Angeles, California just so Emmelyn could go to the Cali beaches she grew up on before she made her way to college.

Quin felt terrible making her move her junior year of high school, but Emmelyn understood, and quite honestly was excited for the change. Em may or may not have had a thing for Texas country boys. Quinlan flew with the Blue Spades, enjoying the group, even though it was comprised of mostly men. Quin got her allotted time off from her supervisor, since after all, your siblings only graduate once. So here they were, rolling through California with the windows down, screaming the lyrics of 'Cherry Cola'.

"Quinlan you looser, sing the damn music instead of smiling like a fuckin weirdo." Sometimes Quin wondered where Emmelyn's personality came from, but who was she to care, she was told to sing, so that's what she did.

"Pull me to the surface, no way I deserve this. We like that you did came, I'm so glad that you came!" Quin sang softer than her sister's belting but sang nonetheless.

Quin's mind resurfaced from the depths of her memories once she reached the base and by no means was she pleased to see the North Island venue. The place was filled with memories, mainly of her fellow Top Gun graduates getting their asses kicked, but it was a fun time despite the frustration. The sense that this wouldn't be the same was disappointing, but Quin only hoped to survive what was to come. Walking through the base she saw Phoenix walking toward the female locker room, which was a, painfully, new addition to the campus.

"Cas! We're meeting in hangar 7. Admiral Simpson told me to inform the group since I was the first one here." Phoenix didn't look too enthused, but again, when did she ever. Quin just nodded in response, stepping in tune with her fellow pilot. They made their way to the hangar, which was unfortunately far from where the two were. Maybe it would've been easier to drive over, but Quin didn't mind the walk. Walking always helped relieve some of her nerves, and today? She needed that more than a caffeine addict needed coffee.

Arriving at the hangar, she and Phoenix had generally walked in silence except for the agreed expressions of curiosity. Hangman sat at a desk; Coyote next to him. Behind was Omaha and Fritz. From the time it took for Phoenix and Quin to walk, mostly everyone was already there. Bob sat across the room from Hangman, saving the seat next to him for Phoenix. Behind him was Payback and Fanboy. Harvard and Yale resided in front of Hangman, Rooster nowhere in sight. Quin took an empty seat in front of Phoenix, leaving the seat next to her the inevitable resting place for none other than the angry chicken named Rooster. ‘Oh, joy.’ Was the only expression that graced her mind at the predicament. Rooster joined the crowd, almost late and looking a little hungover. All Quin did was continue her quiet conversation with Phoenix and her wizzo.

"Attention on deck!" With speed, everyone stood. Admiral Simpson and Rear Admiral Bates walked into the hangar, Hondo following suit.

"Morning. Welcome to your special training detachment. Be seated." Admiral Bates’ voice was firm, just like any other Navy admiral. He glanced around the room, taking in the pilots before him. "You're all Top Gun graduates. The elite. The best of the best. That was yesterday." Quin already knew this was gonna be a pain in the ass mission, aside from the glaringly obvious sense of danger that unconsciously haunted every word, hanging in the air like a thick sickness.

"The enemy's new 5th generation fighter has leveled the playing field. Details are few, but you can be sure we no longer possess the technological advantage." At that moment, she was sure every single aviator in the room had the same thought. Oh. Shit.

"Success... now more than ever, comes down to the man- or woman, in the box. Half of you will make the cut. One of you will be named mission leader. The other half will remain in reserve." Nothing wrong including a friendly competition, right? Quin could only sigh, knowing none of the competition was going to be taken lightly. Somehow, the Admiral was still talking.

"Your instructor is a Top Gun graduate with real-world experience in every mission aspect you will be expected to master. His exploits are legendary. He is considered to be one of the finest pilots this program has ever produced. What he has to teach you may very well be the difference between life and death." Admiral Bates paused, what a way to hype a man up.

"I give you Captain Pete Mitchell. Callsign-Maverick." Quin's whole body paused as her mind slowly, probably too slowly, caught up. ‘Oh, holy mother of God, help us all.’ She glanced back, seeing him make his way up the center aisle of desks. Rooster had turned to face away from the aisle, looking towards the open garage-like doors of the hangar, Quinlan seeing his shift from the corner of her eye. Something was going to break. Either a person, mentally or physically still being decided, a plane, or an inanimate object that took the frustration from the grudge-holding chicken. Maverick cleared his throat, his unsure body language speaking volumes.

"Morning..." This was going to be painful. "The F-18 NATOPS" He semi-shakily held up the manuals, "It contains everything they want you to know about your aircraft. I'm assuming you know the book, inside and out." Maverick looked expectantly at the fliers in front of him. Some shouted yeses, some affirmative noises. "So does your enemy." And with that, the hollow thud of the manuals going into the trashcan to his left echoed throughout the hangar.

"Here we fuckin’ go…" Quin whispered, mainly to herself, but she saw the slight nod Rooster gave. Maybe things weren't as bad as she thought.

"But what the enemy doesn't know... is your limits. I intend to find them. Test them. Push beyond." As much insecurity as he held in the beginning, he wasn't doing too bad now. But having Maverick training Top Gun graduates, only so many rules and regulations could be followed without complete disregard.

"Today we will start with what you only think you know. Time to show me what you're made of." Maverick's small grin was easily seen by Quin, which only made her worried about what he had in store. And so, they were off. Phoenix and Quinlan off to the female locker room, the rest of the cocky Aviators to the men's.

"There ain't no way in hell this is going to go well." Phoenix spoke once they were behind the closed doors of the locker room. Switching from her service khakis to her flight suit, Quin one hundred percent agreed, nodding at Phoenix’s statement.

"Especially with..." Quin just shook her head and exhaled, she stopped herself, not wanting to share Rooster’s business.

"How are things in that... department?" Phoenix asked lightly, not really wanting to upset her friend, assuming Quinlan meant Rooster.

"Being honest? No fucking clue." And that was the end of that conversation. Quinlan patted her pocket, making sure they were still there.

"Still?" Phoenix's voice sounded sad, maybe a hint of pity, but Quin expected it. She nodded, pulling out the chain that held one of Rooster's dog tags and one of hers. She never flew without it, even now. God knows what Rooster did with his, even more so since it was his idea. Placing them back in her pocket, she and Phoenix headed back to the hangar.

Once back at the hangar, the 'teams' were decided. Team one was Payback and Fanboy, wingman: Rooster. Team two Harvard and Yale, wingman: Casper. Quin, not overly enthused about being wingman to the pair, just nodded at the grouping. Team three was Phoenix and Bob, wingman: Hangman. Quin and Phoenix locked eyes, almost making Quin laugh at the dead look in her fellow teammate’s eyes. Team four was the remaining three aviators, Omaha and Fritz, wingman: Coyote. With the teams decided, Team One went to their aircrafts, while the rest gathered around the radio in the green room.

"Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighter maneuvers. As briefed, today's exercise is dogfighting. Guns only. No missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of five-thousand feet. Working as a team, you have to shoot me down. Or else..." Maverick's voice crackled over the radio, his cocky pilot attitude shining through like no other, forcing Quin into an involuntary eye roll. Gotta love pilots...

"Or else what, Sir?" Quin could almost feel the idiocy coming through Payback's voice.

"Or else I shoot back. If I shoot either one of you down, you both lose." Maverick's smile was evident in his words, these boys were in for it now.

"This guy needs an ego check." Hangman spoke, almost as if he was the one going to give it to him.

"No more than you, pretty boy." Quinlan was quiet, only the people she wanted to hear, hearing her statement.

"Oh, so you think I'm handsome?" His smile was accompanied by annoyingly white teeth.

"Not so fast, Ken Doll." A very unamused expression fell onto Quin's face. This man was gonna drain the life out of her. And that's when Quin heard the fucking terrificidea Payback put on the table. Whoever gets shot down first does two hundred push-ups. Quin wanted nothing else but to punch him, her arms already aching at the thought.

"That bastard..." She and Phoenix spoke simultaneously, earning an odd look from Hangman. Quin could only snort at Maverick's antics, hearing the whisper of him not wanting to get fired on the first day, and the way he flew between the two jets, ending inverted over Rooster. Quin already knew that was gonna piss the Rooster off.

"Rooster just saved your life boys, but it's gonna cost him..." Maverick was too cocky for his own good sometimes.

"Not this time, old man." The second Quin heard his rough voice, she knew something was about to go down, and by the looks of it, so did Phoenix. The two shared a look of anticipatory worry. When the beeping from their planes started, warning of low altitude, Quin could only breathe. ‘In. Out.’ She told herself. Maybe it was a plane and a person that was going to break today.

"Five hundred feet, Rooster. Pull up." Mav's voice was worried but still determined not to lose, their double cobra stunt reaching towards the ground faster and faster.

"Pull up you idiot." Quin whispered to herself, not wanting this to be the day someone had to scrape Rooster from the California mountains. She didn't want that any day, to be fair. Phoenix looked at Quin with a face like pity, but her own worry cast that ever despised look aside.

"Shit!" Rooster’s voice came through the radio, breaking the silence. She assumed he pulled up, or more so she hoped. A few moments later, Maverick called the kill, telling the team to head back to base.

"Team two, get ready." Mav knew they were all listening, and so Quin hurriedly walked to her plane. Harvard and Yale followed her to their aircraft as well, leaving Rooster to do his push-ups in peace.

"Yo, Casper." One of them called from behind. She turned, waiting for whoever spoke to continue. "Yale is the pilot, I'm the wizzo. Let's hope we fly well together. And maybe you use more words." Harvard tried joking, which Quin secretly appreciated, nodding at Harvard.

"Hope so, frat boys." Quin said to them as she reached her single-seat F-18. What were the odds the two college callsigns ended up flying together? Climbing the latter and situating herself in the seat, Quin could only hope Maverick was nicer to her than the previous wingman. She gripped the tags in her pocket while doing all the necessary checks in the cockpit. Her jet rumbled to life; the buzzing of the engines felt in her whole body. Her wheels left the runway, Yale and Harvard right behind.

"Good day, fliers. You know the objective, and the cost. Let’s get to it." Maverick was nowhere in sight, but they all knew he was close. Whether that was below them, or off somewhere hidden by the mountains, they didn't know.

"Got eyes, Uni?" A good group name for the college boys... Probably.

"Uni? Really? Are you British?" Yale chuckled at the terrible British accent Harvard put on.

"Come on, boys. Focus." They could hear how she was trying to be serious as Quin spoke. Maybe they would make a good team.

"The lady's right." Mav's voice broke through their headphones, with a crispness that could only mean he was uncomfortably close.

"When the fuck- He's right behind us, Yale!" Harvard sounded panicked at the very least.

"Breaking left, Cas!" And so, Cas did too, both planes veering left, Maverick following easily.

"Boys, when I tell you to dive, do it." Her voice was even, while her plane ever so slightly slowed. Quinlan gave the signal, the boys diving, Mav taking the bait, surprisingly. Quin slammed the brakes, then dove after the ego-inflated captain. A few seconds passed, Yale having to even out, because the hard deck was made to be listened to, the previous run having totally agreed, therefore Maverick too. Quin was still above Mav, ready to shoot.

"Cas, the fuck are you!" Yale spoke as opposed to Harvard.

"Don't worry, Ivy league." She tried to get tone, but unfortunately for her, Maverick looked up. His place abruptly turned, his course target switching to Quinlan.

"Fuck. Chang of plans. I'm bait, you're firing squad." Quin's voice betrayed her and some of her worry shone through. With confirmation from the two, Quin stayed at five thousand feet, knowing Maverick couldn't go below her but he was still on her tail.

"Y'all ready for some real flying?" Maverick's voice portrayed boredom, but he was slightly impressed as it was, they had already lasted longer than Rooster.

"Don't get too comfy, Cap'n Mav" Her slight southern accent, obtained by being around her mom and being stationed in Texas, formed around the nickname. And just like that, playtime was over. Quin quickly pulled back on the joystick, her altitude quickly rising, a few twists, making sure to fly in anything but a straight line made Maverick unable to get a good tone.

"Come on, Yale! Can't keep this up for long!" Quin enjoyed evading the captain, but it was far from easy. And she didn't want to do push-ups.

"I can't get good tone, Casper! Level out and I'll be able to get it." Yales concentration was evident in his words.

"No can-do buddy, the second I level out, I'm dead. Do some cocky pilot bullshit, man!" At this point, she was getting frustrated. And then Maverick pulled up, settling behind Yale. A few curses from the boys, and Quin had an idea.

"Speed up, like, a lot." Maybe this was stupid, but maybe it would work. Maybe.

"Like, now?!" "Yes, now dumbass!" And with that, Quin replaced her plane in the place the boys just were.

"Jesus!" Mavs spoke loudly. "Saved them, but now you can’t protect them." And before Yale and Harvard could get in position, the kill tone sounded in Quin's plane.

"Well, fuck me." Quin's frustration was hard to miss,

"Not literally, boys." She wanted to curse Payback for the push-ups she was going to have to do.

"Good flying, a bit dangerous, but good. Lasted a good minute. See Hondo for your push-ups, Cas." When they reached the group, Quinlan's arms were already aching at the thought of push-ups. When she reached Hondo, he gave her a slight look of surprise. Rooster only on number one thirty-seven of his two-hundred. Quin just shrugged, getting into position next to Rooster. And so, it started. One after another, her arms already hurting at eighty. Rooster should've been done, but he kept going with Quin. She didn't know if she found it endearing, or annoying.

"Rooster, you're done. You've been done." Hondo said once again as Quin reached one fifty. Rooster, very obviously off pace and struggling, just kept doing what could maybe be called a push up. Yale, Harvard, and Hangman made their way over, and all Quin could do was groan.

"Enjoying your push-ups, babe?" In no way did Quin think they, specifically Hangman, deserved a reply, so she didn't give them one.

"Oh, come on, Rooster, you can do better than that." Yale said, foot pushing on Rooster's shoulder.

"Oh, fuck off, Uni. Lucky I saved your pathetic asses." Quin continued her push-ups, wishing she didn't save the college boy's asses'. A little surprised by her words, he removed his foot but still stood close.

"Leave it, boys." Hondo pushed them to leave, trying to get them away. The second they were out of view, Rooster collapsed, chest on the tarmac. Quin had just reached two hundred, thank god. She put her knees down, sitting up. She looked up at Hondo, nodding as he glanced at Rooster. She just confirmed this was indeed normal. Without words, she waited for him. He knew she was there, but he didn't show how he felt about it. He saw the chain peeking from her pocket, and he knew exactly what it was. That alone was enough to make his heart hurt. After all, it was his fault.

With pained arms, he got up, leaving Quin sitting, or so he thought. The little jingle of the bell on her necklace gave away her position, walking close behind him. But again, no words left her. Just the small ringing of the bell as she stepped. Oddly, it was comforting, nostalgic. When they reached where they had to go separate ways, she left a hand on his arm. Quin just stared, eyebrows furrowed, almost as if asking him if he was good. Which, of fucking course he wasn't, and she knew, but hey since when was Rooster vulnerable. He looked, for what felt like a little too long, at her blue eyes. The same care in them that was there during their first run at Top Gun, at least until he was an idiot. He huffed out a breath and turned away, but to Quin that was enough of a response. In no way, shape, or form was Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw okay. And in the following days, everyone was going to know one way or another. But till that day comes to fruition, Quin was going to enjoy a nice, long, soothing shower after the training, if one could even call it that, they endured.

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Hi, thanks for answering my ask, If it's not too hard can you tell me your race head canons for all the Mercs?

You're the best.

Engie: BLACK. He is not white. no. no don't look at the game. or the comics. or anything else related to engineer tf2. you cannot see that man at night. he's too much of a southern-black-mother-haver to be white. who cares about his dad, his MOM was BLACK. Polite, mildly violent when he needs to be, intelligent? His momma not white you can't change me.

Soldier: Native/Black. Mother Inuit and father African, OG last name Domoraud, got shortened to Doe through Immigration; OG first name was Amaqjuaq, but his parents had to choose a name on the spot. He has many identity issues, don't ask. Never takes off his helmet 'cause he doesn't like his monolids.Very touchy about the subject of race because where he lived was probably nearly as bad as Texas in terms of racism, feels he needs to devote every waking second to America or else he doesn't belong there. Yeah. He needs a bit of help. Has a weird accent but he hides it pretty well. Wow I rambled there...

Spy: Black/asian. Wow I really just dipped Tf2 into charcoal, didn't I? Didn't realize how many of them I Poc-ified until I put it down on paper. His mom was an asian woman, very stern, but she had a soft spot for her gender-weird kid. Dad was a black man, sweetheart, but he wasn't good at caring for people. Mother was a ballet star and taught him, he fucking mastered it. Broke his hip and disabled himself for life, but mastered it. Somehow he dramatizes it even more that it already was, and what actually happened was already halfway out a soap opera.

Sniper: Native. Māroi biological and Aboriginal Aussie Adoptive. He's Native on top of Native. Family spoke Antakarinya at home and he taught himself Māroi. Like Soldier, he has identity issues because languages and cultures get jumbled up in his head sometimes. Hates getting told he can't participate in Aboriginal activities because he isn't actually related to his parents. "BITCH? I WAS RAISED DOING THIS SHIT?" Is very passionate about his culture, especially his Antakarinya, because that is a language two breaths from death.

Scout: Black/white. LIGHTSKIN. CHEERIO-LOOKIN' MOTHERFUCKER. LITTLE E-FUCK-FEMBOY ASS. Soon as he pull out that fried chicken he's in a chick's panties. No explanation because you don't need one.

Pyro: Black. Heavy Nigerian accent, even when their speech isn't muffled people can barely understand them at times. Doesn't have the best english pronunciation, but their voice is jacked up anyways, so it doesn't matter. Fluent in American and British ASL despite this. Big person, bigger heart. 6'7'' 265 LB person with a voice deep enough to hit the Earth's core skipping around in Kidcore Aesthetic™️ and putting stickers on everything.

Demo: Black. we all know buddy. Although I feel like the Scottish are so on a different plane of being that they should be their own race. Black/Scottish. Very smart and has multiple degrees in chemistry and he drinks so much his blood has turned into pure alcohol. Scottish behavior. He wears kilts often, but sadly wears pants under his most times because they're. yknow. on a battle ground. But I think it's a shame. Can you tell I am getting tired.

Medic: I don't fuckin know. German. His race is Germany. The whole country. You ask him his race because his skin is very swarthy so you can't tell whether he's a really tan white guy or a weirdly light black guy. He's a pacific islander/white mix, but he actually barely knows. He'll remember his mother was Polynesian and go Oh. I forgor [Insert skull emoji and a facebook minion meme about mortality}.

Heavy: Black/white mix. He got his mother's beauty marks and his dad's bulkiness. Weird genes, very light but he has very pronounced black facial features. Big nose, big lips, high cheekbones. He gets asked if he's albino more than you would think. People actually don't expect him to have such a heavy Siberian accent because you expect white Vodka twink or white vodka dad that sneezes real fucking hard to have that much of a accent, not the guy that looks like he came out of a Nella Larsen book.

OH MY FUCK I'M DONE.

#rubin report #team fortress 2 #tf2

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OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST

THEORY:

HS = HR

[The High Sparrow is Howland Reed]

TIER:

A Joke: These theories are an absolute joke; anyone who believes them is a fool.

[Tier list overview]

EVIDENCE:

Our first stupid Howland Reed theory! Only 17 more to go.

Who is Howland Reed?

Howland Reed is a crannogman and the Lord of Greywater Watch.

He is the father of Meera and Jojen Reed.

He was a close friend and ally of Ned Stark and knows exactly what went down at the Tower of Joy.

He has been mysteriously absent from the series so far, to the point where it's ridiculous.

Who is the High Sparrow?

His name is unknown.

He leads the Sparrows, a faction of the Faith of the Seven.

He became the High Septon of the Faith of the Seven, bypassing any democratic process.

He leads a strict and devout life, showing extreme religious piety.

Similar to Aeron Dam-phair and Melisandre, he's somewhat of a merciless piece of shit who commits abhorrent acts in the name of religion.

Why would Howland Reed be disguising himself as the High Septon?

Are you ready?

Here:

Good news, we're all dumber now.

Anyway, let's dive right in.

The High Sparrow is short, thin, with a trimmed grey-brown beard and knotted hair. He has a sharp, pointed face with deep-set brown eyes, and his bare feet are heavily callused.

The Reeds are short and thin with brown hair. When we're introduced to Meera, her hair is tied in a knot.

"He is cleaning the floor." The speaker was shorter than the queen by several inches and as thin as a broom handle. "Work is a form of prayer, most pleasing to the Smith." He stood, scrub brush in hand. "Your Grace. We have been expecting you." The man's beard was grey and brown and closely trimmed, his hair tied up in a hard knot behind his head. Though his robes were clean, they were frayed and patched as well. He had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he scrubbed, but below the knees the cloth was soaked and sodden. His face was sharply pointed, with deep-set eyes as brown as mud. His feet are bare, she saw with dismay. They were hideous as well, hard and horny things, thick with callus. "You are His High Holiness?" - Cersei VI, AFFC

The septon had a lean sharp face and a short beard, grizzled grey and brown. His thin hair was pulled back and knotted behind his head, and his feet were bare and black, gnarled and hard as tree roots. - Brienne I, AFFC

The little crannogman was walking across the field, enjoying the warm spring day and harming none, when he was set upon by three squires. - Bran II, ASOS

All his garb was green, even to the leather of his boots, and when he came closer Bran saw that his eyes were the color of moss, though his teeth looked as white as anyone else's. Both Reeds were slight of build, slender as swords and scarcely taller than Bran himself. They went to one knee before the dais. - Bran III, ACOK

Though near Robb's age, she was slim as a boy, with long brown hair knotted behind her head and only the barest suggestion of breasts. - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Short, thin, with brown hair matches the Reeds. Eyes as brown as mud and feet resembling tree roots evoke the crannogmen.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: How many billions of people in this world are short, thin, and have brown hair? Also, it's a given that Howland Reed is going to have green eyes.

The High Sparrow looks unkempt, with soiled feet and dirty fingernails.

Crannogmen are frequently described as mudmen.

"My lord husband tells me this new one was born with filth beneath his fingernails." - Cersei VI, AFFC

"Mudmen," answered Little Walder disdainfully. "They're thieves and cravens, and they have green teeth from eating frogs." - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Muddy, filthy, dirty — these words are closely related.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: You know who else is dirty? Septon Meribald.

Brienne encountered the High Sparrow on Rosby road between King's Landing and Duskendale. At the time, he was traveling south, suggesting he was coming from the north.

"Join us, friends," urged a spare small man in a threadbare septon's robe, who wore a crystal on a thong about his neck. "Westeros has need of every sword." "We were bound for Duskendale," declared Ser Creighton, "but mayhaps we could see you safely to King's Landing." [...] "These are the bones of holy men, murdered for their faith. They served the Seven even unto death. Some starved, some were tortured. Septs have been despoiled, maidens and mothers raped by godless men and demon worshipers. Even silent sisters have been molested. Our Mother Above cries out in her anguish. It is time for all anointed knights to forsake their worldly masters and defend our Holy Faith. Come with us to the city, if you love the Seven." - Brienne I, AFFC

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: I can confirm he was definitely travelling south on Rosby road.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: That's not how you get to King's Landing from Greywater Watch.

(map!)

The High Sparrow is avoiding giving Tommen his blessing as King of the Seven Kingdoms.

"The High Septon should have come to you. And these wretched sparrows . . ." "He feeds them, coddles them, blesses them. Yet will not bless the king." The blessing was an empty ritual, she knew, but rituals and ceremonies had power in the eyes of the ignorant. Aegon the Conqueror himself had dated the start of his realm from the day the High Septon anointed him in Oldtown. "This wretched priest will obey, or learn how weak and human he still is." - Cersei VI, AFFC

Cersei had no idea what Jaehaerys the Conciliator might have sworn. "He did," she agreed, "and the High Septon blessed him and anointed him as king. It is traditional for every new High Septon to give the king his blessing . . . and yet you have refused to bless King Tommen." "Your Grace is mistaken. We have not refused." "You have not come." "The hour is not yet ripe." - Cersei VI, AFFC

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Howland Reed knows no king but the King in the North, whose name is STARK.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Because the High Sparrow knows that Tommen is a bastard, born from an incestuous relationship between brother and sister, and isn't the rightful king. Duh?

The High Sparrow and his flock seem outraged about Ned Stark's execution and the Red Wedding.

"Night soil can be washed away more easily than blood, Your Grace. If the plaza was befouled, it was befouled by the execution that was done here." He dares throw Ned Stark in my face? "We all regret that. Joffrey was young, and not as wise as he might have been. Lord Stark should have been beheaded elsewhere, out of respect for Blessed Baelor . . . but the man was a traitor, let us not forget." "King Baelor forgave those who conspired against him." - Cersei VI, AFFC

"These sparrows are especially outspoken," warned Qyburn. "The Red Wedding was an affront to all the laws of gods and men, they say, and those who had a hand in it are damned." - Cersei IV, AFFC

And yet Howland Reed had been one of Father's staunchest companions during the war for King Robert's crown, before Bran was born. - Bran III, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Ride or die friend, until the end and beyond.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Even indigenous people from Sothoryos condemn House Lannister for those things.

The High Sparrow appears intent on toppling House Lannister.

Howland Reed is the man.

Ser Kevan was unmoved. "If that is your wish, you may soon have it granted. His High Holiness is resolved that you be tried for regicide, deicide, incest, and high treason." - Cersei I, ADWD

Galbart Glover rubbed his mouth. "There are risks. If the crannogmen should fail you . . ." "We will be no worse than before. But they will not fail. My father knew the worth of Howland Reed." - Catelyn V, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Arya Stark and Lady Stoneheart aren't the only ones seeking justice around here.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Who doesn't want to bring down House Lannister? Moreover, his focus isn't solely on House Lannister. The man starts foaming at the mouth whenever he sees a brothel.

It's well-known that crannogmen favor trickery and stealthy tactics over open warfare.

He tried to recall all he had been taught of the crannogmen, who dwelt amongst the bogs of the Neck and seldom left their wetlands. They were a poor folk, fishers and frog-hunters who lived in houses of thatch and woven reeds on floating islands hidden in the deeps of the swamp. It was said that they were a cowardly people who fought with poisoned weapons and preferred to hide from foes rather than face them in open battle. - Bran III, ACOK

"We won't find them," the Frey boy said suddenly. "Not so long as the frogeaters are with them. Mudmen are sneaks, they won't fight like decent folks, they skulk and use poison arrows. You never see them, but they see you. Those who go into the bogs after them get lost and never come out. Their houses move, even the castles like Greywater Watch." He glanced nervously at greenery that encircled them on all sides. "They might be out there right now, listening to everything we say." - Theon IV, ACOK

"Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost certain he had never heard this story. "Did he have green dreams like Jojen?" "No," said Meera, "but he could breathe mud and run on leaves, and change earth to water and water to earth with no more than a whispered word. He could talk to trees and weave words and make castles appear and disappear." - Bran II, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Adopting a new identity to disrupt from within might suit Howland Reed well.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Making yourself one of the most powerful players in Westeros using the violent Faith Militant is anything but subtle.

The High Septon and his sparrows aren't very popular amongst the nobility.

Many in the Seven Kingdoms look down on crannogmen.

"Like as not," Ser Balman agreed. "Rosby's ward was not the only one to vex us, Your Grace. We encountered ruffians on the road as well. Filthy, unkempt creatures, with leather shields and axes. Some had stars sewn on their jerkins, sacred stars of seven points, but they had an evil look about them all the same." "They were lice-ridden, I am certain," added Falyse. "They call themselves sparrows," said Cersei. "A plague upon the land. Our new High Septon will need to deal with them, once he is crowned. If not, I shall deal with them myself." - Cersei V, AFFC

"Do not presume to preach at me," she told him. "The brothel keepers have been complaining, and rightly so." "If sinners speak, why should the righteous listen?" - Cersei VIII, AFFC

"Frogeaters don't smell like men," Frey insisted. "They have a boggy stink, like frogs and trees and scummy water. Moss grows under their arms in place of hair, and they can live with nothing to eat but mud and breathe swamp water." - Theon IV, ACOK

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Those are accurate statements.

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: How is this at all similar?

Howland Reed may have once disguised himself as a mystery knight.

"It was the little crannogman, I bet." "No one knew," said Meera, "but the mystery knight was short of stature, and clad in ill-fitting armor made up of bits and pieces. The device upon his shield was a heart tree of the old gods, a white weirwood with a laughing red face." - Bran II, ASOS

Why this confirms the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: Uh—

Why this doesn't confirm the High Sparrow is Howland Reed: That wasn't Howland Reed.

COUNTER-EVIDENCE:

Is this necessary? I know a lot can happen in 17 years, but these two men are clearly not portraying the same person.

Fine.

George R. R. Martin confirmed that Howland Reed would eventually make an appearance, implying that he hasn't already.

Question: It had been stated that Howland Reed would come out in The Winds of Winter, which is the 5th book. Will he still come in the 5th book (A Dance with Dragon)? Answer: He will appear eventually. - George R. R. Martin

The High Sparrow is an old man.

Howland Reed is not an old man.

The old man's eyes were chips of flint. - Cersei I, ADWD

He was still a scrawny grey-haired man with a lean, hard, half-starved look, his face sharp-featured, lined, his eyes suspicious. - Cersei I, ADWD

How old is Howland Reed? He'd be in his thirties. - George R. R. Martin

The High Septon and his flock of sparrows are clearly going to die in The Winds of Winter.

"They call themselves sparrows," said Cersei. "A plague upon the land. Our new High Septon will need to deal with them, once he is crowned. If not, I shall deal with them myself." - Cersei VI, AFFC

This is what comes of letting fools and cowards rule themselves. Next time, I will choose their master for them. And the next time might not be long in coming, if the new High Septon continued to annoy her. Baelor's Hand had little to teach Cersei Lannister where such matters were concerned. - Cersei VI, AFFC

No one was smiling now. The looks the sparrows gave her were dull, sullen, hostile. They made way but reluctantly. If they were truly sparrows, a shout would send them flying. A hundred gold cloaks with staves and swords and maces could clear this rabble quick enough. That was what Lord Tywin would have done. He would have ridden over them instead of walking through. - Cersei VI, AFFC

Are you a priest or a greengrocer? "And what might I do to make it . . . riper?" If he dares mention gold, I will deal with this one as I did the last and find a pious eight-year-old to wear the crystal crown. - Cersei VI, AFFC

The Kettleblacks, I need the Kettleblacks, I will send in Osfryd with the gold cloaks and Osmund with the Kingsguard, Osney will deny it all once they cut him free, and I'll rid myself of this High Septon just as I did the other. - Cersei X, AFFC

Cersei's gaze swept across the faces of the men behind him. And there he was: Lancel, her cousin, Ser Kevan's son, who had once professed to love her, before he decided that he loved the gods more. My blood and my betrayer. She would not forget him. - Cersei II, ADWD

Cersei would have him killed out of hand if she learned he was betraying her, and if by some grace of the gods she did not, Lancel would never survive the day Jaime Lannister returned to King's Landing. The only question would be whether Jaime cut him down in a jealous rage, or Cersei murdered him first to keep Jaime from finding out. Tyrion's silver was on Cersei. - Tyrion VII, ACOK

In fact, the High Sparrow is likely already deceased towards the beginning of The Winds of Winter.

"Whatever Cersei may have done, she is still a daughter of the Rock, of mine own blood. I will not let her die a traitor's death, but I have made sure to draw her fangs. All her guards have been dismissed and replaced with my own men. In place of her former ladies-in-waiting, she will henceforth be attended by a septa and three novices selected by the High Septon. She is to have no further voice in the governance of the realm, nor in Tommen's education. I mean to return her to Casterly Rock after the trial and see that she remains there. Let that suffice." - Epilogue, ADWD

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"How long do you think we'll be here?" "Longer than you'd like," the old man replied. "If he goes back without the gold the queen will have his head. Besides, I seen that wife of his. There's steps in Casterly Rock she can't go down for fear she'd get stuck, that's how fat she is. Who'd go back to that, when he has his sooty queen?" - Mercy, TWOW

Whoops! How'd that queen regain power?

Now we'll never figure out who Jon's parents are.

On a serious note, Howland Reed is neither dead nor on the brink of death, and he has a significant role to play in the upcoming books, none of which are related to religious fanaticism.

Other things to consider:

The High Sparrow isn't a good person, and his actions aren't commendable.

Howland Reed follows the Old Gods. It's a bit of a stretch to believe he could convincingly pose as a High Septon.

Howland Reed might be somewhat reclusive, but many people could recognize him. He participated in the Rebellion, and was at Harrenhal with numerous other nobles.

How do you even begin to devise this plan? "I'm going to wander the riverlands in the hopes of leading a religious uprising and becoming the voice of God, so I may avenge Ned Stark." Sure, okay.

What in the world? Why? How so?

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Soooooooo since I was only around in the movie for like 30 minutes or so, I missed loads of like actual important information that would’ve been nice to know beforehand.

The short answer rant is this: What. A. Shit show.

Like…like hell, I don’t even know where to start with all of this. It gave me a headache.

Brace yourselves, gang, I’m not holding back.

First of all, apparently sitting down and having an actual conversation about the Accords was a little too much to do for them? Like they started to but nothing came out of it. A stand still. I would think something that big would make them sort through it all until they came to some kind of collective agreement, but I guess not? 🤷🏻‍♂️

Secondly, both sides made mistakes. Big time. Both thought they were doing right, and I definitely get that, but both sides could’ve done better at what they were doing. I guess retrospect’s 20/20 but yeah.

Also, I really can’t stand Ross. Not the clean shaven Ross but the one with the mustache and the high and mighty, sourpuss attitude. Like what a creep.

The real bad guys here? The government.

How the hell did the Avengers just learn about the Accords 3 days before they’re supposed to be ratified? Shouldn’t that have been like breaking news from the moment somebody breathed about it?

And Ross being like “you’ll retire” if the Avengers decide to go against the Accords? As if he could actually do anything about it. I mean, who the hell does this guy think he is? Thanos?

Also what is it with baseball caps and sunglasses as disguises? I know I pulled the same stunt but it wasn’t my idea. I said no and got outvoted.

And look, I think Wanda’s great, but she wasn’t a kid at the time this all went down. I appreciate Cap wanting to protect her since she was like the newbie, but she messed up. That was really bad. I don’t know what she could’ve done to fix it, but maybe at the very least the Avengers could have issued a public apology.

I think Steve has serious Bucky issues and I genuinely don’t understand.

And Vision saying the whole world started having more enhanced since/because Tony said he’s Iron Man is bullshit. Last I checked, and Ant Mun backed me up here, all the big bads that have shown up in our world happened because of things NOT related to Tony! What, just because they called the move Captain America Civil War, they’re gonna make Tony the bad guy or something? Bullshit.

ALSO! When T’Challa was fighting Bucky and the UN chopper just started shooting at them both, thank goodness T’Challa was wearing Vibranium or that would have caused a plethora of other problems. Funny how the Avengers get fingers pointed at them over collateral damage for the sake of the mission when that chopper was literally doing THE SAME THING.

WHY DIDNT STEVE JUST EXPLAIN TO TONY TEN MINUTES INTO THE MOVIE THAT BUCKY WASNT BUCKY AND HAD NO CONTROL WHEN THE WINTER SOLDIER SHIT HAPPENED?!

Oh don’t worry. I’m getting to Siberia, hold your horses.

I’m not really sure on the timeframe here, but I’m think the Accords weren’t actually ratified yet when the whole airport fight happened soooooooo I don’t think Creepy Ross had any real power yet to tell Tony what to do.

I’m not going to touch on the lady who lost her son because I can’t even fathom that kind of grief. And I don’t want to. Ever. And I know grief makes you do things so I don’t know. My heart just hurts for her. I hate Tony got the brunt of that but still.

Speaking of grief making you do things? Zemo. I know who he is now, and I really can’t stand the guy. I hate he lost loved ones, and I hurt for him in that department. But when he decided to go all batshit psycho over it, some sympathy’s lost. Like he went through some hella trouble to make the Avengers unravel.

Siberia…*sigh* Siberia was really hard to watch. Like it was painful. It was…frightening. I almost wish I didn’t watch it. I had an idea what was going to happen because of what Tony shared but to see it for myself…

*sigh* This whole movie is a testament to honesty, trust, and open communication. Or rather what could happen with a lack there of. Ya know, me hearing about the Avengers before I joined them and seeing them on tv for interviews and stuff, I thought they were tight. An actual, close knit team. Maybe a found-family. But sooooooo much could’ve been avoided if they had just acted like that.

If they’d just sat down and talked it over. They could have an arguing match over it all if necessary, hell friends and families do that. If they had really trusted each other and let each other in on things instead of keeping each other out and building up secrets and agendas. Too many bosses and not enough coworkers.

It hurt, Iron Mun. It hurt to watch. Those are my friends and…there were times it felt like I didn’t even recognize them.

And then watching me show up felt so surreal. They got that whole interaction with the rest of “Team Cap” down to a T. I remember being so excited to be called up by one of the OG Avengers, one of my heroes, feeling honored and ready to do more and help people and do what’s right. Make a bigger difference than I already was. But God, I had no idea. I had no fricking clue.

In the end, Civil War was just like any other war. A mess. Both sides made mistakes, everything could’ve been done better, and nobody came out unscathed. In fact, everything ended up worse because of it.

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Last ask for the night.

I always felt that Nathaniel and Miss Bustier looked similar. In fact, I thought they were related when I first saw them.

So it got me thinking,

Could you write a headcanon/scenes about what would happen if Miss Bustier was Nathaniel's mom?

What would change in canon? Would she make sure that he doesn't get bullied, seeing as how she's pretty naive to that stuff in canon? How would she be as a mom to him? Would his reputation change, seeing as how the teacher is now his mother?

I feel like it's a pretty interesting idea.

P.S., I can imagine that she'd be pretty embarassing to Nathaniel in class.

Miss Bustier: Nathaniel Kurtzberg-Bustier! . Go to your room at once!

Nathaniel: Mom, it's still class time. I can't just leave! I'll be marked absent.

Miss Bustier: I mean it young man!

(Nathaniel groans and leaves class, avoiding the confused stares of his classmates.)

And then he probably gets akumatized into a rebellious kid by Hawk Moth to get revenge on his Mom for embarassing him.

Caline and Aya marry, have Maison donate sperm so Aya can have the baby, and nine months later, Nathaniel!

With Aya as her girlfriend and the. wife, Caline becomes less lenient when it comes to rich kids

She’s still terrified of getting in trouble with the mayor, but she tries, especially since Nathaniel is one of Chloé’s favorite targets

She tries not to embarrass him in public, but it’s too hard!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: So, who can tell me… Nathan, you have paint on your face again. *Pulls out a napkin*

Nathaniel: Mom, not here.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Just a little bit-

Nathaniel: We are in the middle of class!

Kim: Wait… She’s your mom?!

Everyone, except Kim, knew Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier was Nathaniel’s mom since they were seven. They just never brought it up

Marinette almost thought she was kidnapping Nathaniel before she learned the truth

Nathaniel’s grades are a little better since Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier helps him with homework, and he’d be at the top of the class if Max and Marinette were in a different classroom

The two have an unspoken rule, no home interactions during school hours. So Kurtzberg-Bustier doesn’t use the dozens of nicknames she calls Nathaniel, and Nathaniel doesn’t call her mom

… Occasionally, there’s a slip-up.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: *Handing Nathaniel his test back* Excellent work, sweetie.

Nathaniel: Thanks, mom.

Everyone: …

Nino: … Of course, your realize, I have to tell everyone now.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Then you’re grounded- I mean, DETENTION! Detention if you tell someone.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier always lets Nathaniel hide in the classroom when he’s escaping bullies

Again, she’s doing whatever she can to help her son, but Damocles still has the spine of a jellyfish when it comes to Chloé and her dad

But, when she heard how Chloé got her baby akumatized and exposed his crush on Marinette all on his birthday, then you can bet she was going to raise hell

So, three detentions, she has to write an apology letter, and the mayor has to get off his fucking high horse and know he can’t do shit with the school except take away funding. Even if he does, there are still plenty of students with wealthy parents who would donate their share of savings

… Damocles is still a little bitch, though, and blames those lower than upper class for getting bullied

Nathaniel’s reputation at school is about the same, but…

Louis: Dude, have you see Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier’s ass in those pants?

Nathaniel: THAT IS MY MOTHER!

Louis: Oh… *Looks behind Nathaniel* Checks out.

He hears comments like those all the time, and he would punch the assholes if not for his mom giving him detention and then grounding him at home

So, he resorts to a verbal lashing

Also, the teachers (Minus Damocles) have been pretty close over the years, so to Nathaniel, they’re his aunts and uncles

They even drive him to and from school when Caline is sick and Aya’s taking care of her

Now, cue Lila

She, of course, thinks that by getting in Nathaniel’s good graces, she can get some special treatment from Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier, which will make skipping classes easier

But, since Caline married Aya, she’s not falling for this girl’s bs about globetrotting and being best friends with Ladybug

She asks Nathaniel to keep an eye on Lila, and he follows her words to a T. So, he’s following Marinette following Lila who’s going into the jewelry store to get the fox tail necklace

Nathaniel: I don’t know what I should be more concerned about. Marinette stalking Lila or Lila lying to Adrien and the rest of my friends…

Marinette: Time to deal with that liar! Tikki, spots on!

Nathaniel: Oh… My classmate is Ladybug… Well, then. I’ll just be on my way.

Ladybug: Oh, that’s because we’re not friends!

Nathaniel: … Right after I watch this.

So, Nathaniel tells his moms that Lila was trying to lie to Adrien by pretending to be a superhero, and Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier knows to take her words with grains of salt

Also, he may have let it slip that Marinette was following Lila.

Aya: I told you that girl had some issues, dear.

Caline: Yeah, I figured.

Nathaniel: … Would now be a good time to tell you she’s also Ladybug?

Aya/Caline: WHAT??

Nathaniel: So, not the time?

So now, Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier allows Marinette to leave class for the weirdest reasons whenever there’s an Akuma attacking

But she’s still keeping an eye on that girl

Also, after Reverser…

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: *Flicking Nathaniel’s forehead* Don’t. You. Ever. Do. That. Again!

Nathaniel: Okay! I already told him I was sorry!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Alright. That’s good… So, you got a crush on him, or what?

Nathaniel: Mom!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: What? When I was an emotionally-constipated teenager, I lashed out-

Nathaniel: I am going to bed now!

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B.F.F.

Chapter Two

Warning: lighty smut

Tonight was going to be the night, Y/N would finally introduce her two favourite people to each other and she was really excited. Everything needed to be perfect so she woke up early, something she despised, to clean the place and go buy whatever was necessary and she could afford. Daniel wasn’t picky about food, he would always choose whatever she was having, but Owen bitched sometimes when he disliked the food. Y/N often told him that maybe he should quit his program and just became a culinary critic or maybe just some cooking program so he could actually learn something to cook for them for a change.

Y/N knew that Owen had a girlfriend who died a long time ago and that he was traumatized by it to the point where he would never even flirt with anyone, another consequence of it was that he became overprotective of her. Yes, she had other relationships over the years, and some ended well and other badly, in all of them Owen was by her side, and she would be forever grateful for it. Because of that she could understand the way he felt about Daniel, like he was expecting bad shit to happen anytime.

Morpheus, much like his lover, was very anxious about this meeting because he knew how important this man was to her, but still his jealousy was also speaking loudly. He wanted to show this Owen that Y/N was his and he had no right to say anything about him or his relationship. Dream never had this sort of problem before, there was never a male to interfere with his romantic affairs, it was always something more tragical and related to destruction. This, a mortal, he could handle.

“You’re early.” was the first thing Y/N said when she opened the door for him. “Owen had late classes so for now it’s just the two of us. Later I just have to put the lasagne on the oven and the pie is already at the fridge. Lemon pie that's Owen's favourite, he needs to be at his best behaviour.”

“Everything you make is amazing, carus.” he closed the distance between them and kissed her. For her kissing him was always breathtaking, her heart started beating faster and she could feel the butterflies books talk about. The kiss was getting heated, and her boyfriend was guiding her to the couch. It was not his first time there, but it was always too fast just to pick her up.

“Daniel, what if he comes in?” she wasn’t resisting him, especially when he started kissing her neck.

“He has late classes, remember?” giving her a smile that was reserved for their private moments, Morpheus kissed her again before she could find another reason to stop. All reluctance vanished from his lover's body, he pulled her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

“Baby, please…” Y/N moaned against his lips. Morpheus never saw himself as a lover who was called baby, sweetie or anything like that, but not only it showed her affection towards him but also it made her not call him Daniel. It was hard to not remember what that name meant, but when they were high on pleasure, he couldn’t think straight enough to feel guilty about it.

“Please stop?” he had the audacity to smirk as he said it.

“You wouldn’t torture me like that.” she pushed him lightly so he would sit on the couch and Y/N followed him sitting as his lap with one leg at each side of his. “I love you, but we need to be fast to not get caught.” a few minutes ago Y/N wouldn’t even dream of letting things go that far knowing that Owen could catch them there. Now she wouldn’t be crazy to stop him, Daniel always knew exactly how to drive Y/N crazy and she loved every second of it. His hands found its way towards her hips, gripping tightly on it, unlike her he wanted to take his time with her.

“Never, my carus. Never.” she could feel his breath against her neck, it was suddenly very hot. Y/N quickly took her shirt off and put it aside somewhere else on the couch. His hands went up until he reached her bra and took it off, she pulled him for another kiss when felt him cupping her breasts. The sensations make her body act on its own, her hips started rocking against him and she could feel how hard he was. “You will be the death of me.” for Y/N, hearing him groan and whisper her name in the most sinful tone would be the death of her.

Very impatiently her hands worked the way down to his pants, trying to open his belt. Morpheus was cursing himself for wearing such difficult clothes for her to take off. Once she was able to do it with his help, she was quick to get rid of his pants and with no underwear on him there was only hers separating them for pure bliss. Now it was his time to use his hands to rise her skirt up take off her panties, she didn't want to waste anymore of the short time they had tonight and used her hand to guide his dick towards her already soaked pussy. Usually, Morpheus would be able to savour her before they made love, but tonight was an exception and he hated the cause of the situation a little bit for it.

First, he sinked himself inside her slowly, enjoying the sensation of her pussy tightening against his cock, her juices running down and the sound of their bodies founding each other slowly were driving them insane. Y/N could feel every inch of him, she putted her hands on his shoulder to steady herself while to start riding him faster.

“Y/N…I…” if Dream could think clearly maybe he would say that he loved her too, that she was the love of her life and that he needed her. But now he could only think about the sensations he was feeling, the way her body always felt like perfectly made for his, like no one else could ever give him what she did and how he would never let someone else try to ever get close to her in that way. Y/N belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. Her head was thrown back and one of his hands was now gripping lightly her neck while the other was squeezing her breast. His lips busy kissing her exposed neck, her nails digging on his shoulders while she tried to hold herself together for a little longer.

“Baby, I need you to cum for me. Please, please...I can't hold anymore.” each thrust was making her feel warmer and her pussy was not clenching even more around him making every movement intense. There was this tingling sensation coming up and while Y/N was trying to contain it, Morpheus was more than happy to see her come undone. The things only he would see, the noises only he would hear. All the words that now left her mouth were incomprehensible, most of it were just moans and pleads of more. Morpheus too was feeling himself close to relieve, the way her pussy was squeezing him was too much.

Dream was very prideful, feeling himself getting close to his edge his hand that was at her breast went down to her clit to massage it in circular movements. He knew that would be it for her now, he just had to do a few times before feeling her clench one last time before she cummed. “I can’t…I can’t..please please.” she begged, her voice husky. His thrusts now slicking because of her wet pussy, her nails digging even deeper at his skin and the pain was only giving him even more pleasure, something he knew Y/N was aware of. It didn't take long for him to release his seed inside her, they both could feel their juices joining and making a mess.

They stood like that for a few minutes before fished her shirt and bra to put it back on while fixing her skirt. At the meantime Morpheus was putting back his pants and trying to look more formal. Her phone started ringing at her room and she excused herself quickly, thinking it could be Owen.

It wasn't him, it couldn't be him because the exact moment she left to answer it he quietly opened the door. Orpheus though she had seen everything in his long life, but he couldn't believe that his best friend was dating his father. Without being noticed by him, thankfully, he left without a destination for the night, but he definitely had a task in his mind. Tomorrow he would starts the operation of freeing her from the monster his father was. He had to...he just didn't know how...yet.

*Carus is dear or beloved in Latin (source: google)

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Dilemma pt. 1 - Charles Leclerc

{Slow burn & series}

Warnings: mentions of cheating, harassment, sexism, swearing and for those of you who don’t like imagines that involve non F1 related themes there is some K-pop written into this. (Y/n is adoptive sister to a K-pop idol nothing romantic related).

Disclaimer: I am hoping people like this enough to turn it into a progressive series, so please if you liked the content, writing or anything like that let me know. Sorry if it’s shit I’m still getting back into writing after 2 years away from actual stories.

Love always ❤️

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Y/n spent a long time working for this pulled from the W series after just her first season, to be a driver for Haas who were down one driver before testing rounds for the new 22’ car they needed someone and Gunther was please with the pick his very own “breath of fresh air” as he put it. She worked so hard to prove him right and going into the first race all looked promising, she was determined to prove not just for Gunther but all fans that she could race just as well as any man on the grid it was now the day of the Bahrain Grand Prix and to say you were anxious was an understatement. You had grown close with a few drivers on the grid them wanting to protect you your big brother squad if you will which consisted of Daniel Riccardo, Sebastian Vettel, Valtteri bottas and George Russel. They never gave you any advantages on track as they knew you wanted to race fair plus they wanted their jobs, but they did all grow to love you like family, Daniel in particular he could tell when you were anxious, hyper, depressed, drained or on verge of breaking down. Unbeknownst to you so could a driver you barely interacted with Charles Leclerc, he had taken interest to you while an eligible bachelor it was funny how he wasn’t interested in anyone else until you came onto the grid he knew he wasn’t the only one but he was here to race and that’s what he’d do! Apparently so were you, P5 in your debut F1 race the garage erupted you swear you could hear them even as you crossed the chequered flag.

Y/n’s perspective

It was a high like no other while P1,2&3 were a dream coming P5 cemented what my point was, I was here to race and race my little heart out I would. The whole garage including my teammate group hugging revealing is what we both achieved P5 and P11 in a Haas, fucking mental. Mick came over and hugged me while I knew there was pictures I didn’t care “you killed it” I hear him whisper I shove him back pointing towards both of our bodies “no we killed it” laughing pulling him in for another victory hug.

It was a nice sight to see drivers happy however I noticed some weren’t so happy, I know how much racing means to them all so I make my rounds congratulating and trying to cheer up where possible. They seemed more astounded by me coming to hype or cheer them up than I expected it was just what I was used to doing, after all we are all humans and feeling down on yourself was the worst. I go back to the team shortly after for briefing and team meetings, then to media for interviews nothing but supportive questions so far which made me calm a lot and then finally a shower and change into my clothes I wore a baggy graffiti style tee that had the tag ICON and black ripped jeans with white airforces. On my way out I see the gang aka the brother squad talking in the paddock I go up to them putting my bravest face on “I can’t believe him of all people” I hear Daniel scoff “hiii” I surprise them all “oh shit” seb let’s out before they burst into laughter “whatca talking about” I ask only to be shut down but bottas “nothing important” he shrugs nice I’m being left out of gossip how rude “we were gonna go for a few drinks and dinner want to come?” Danny asks wide eyed and hopeful “yeah sure why not, I’ll go get changed” I smile and they scoff in sync “nothing fancy please keep as you are, we’re starving we want fast not fancy” George pats your back and you nod “we’ll hurry I’m hungry” I stomp my foot tryna fake anger only for them to laugh at me. Unbeknownst to y/n boys were all sharing a knowing look being that close with the girl that quickly they knew she was having a hard time, her boyfriend cheated on her, she moved to F1 and she was falling hopelessly in love with a driver who had some seriously pressing love life issues. They vowed to protect her from any hurt from anyone outside F1 or inside it, she was quite literally their happy virus she was too fragile and precious to them to be ruined, she was the type to fall hard a quick they learnt that quickly.

We arrived at a restaurant and I felt really under dressed so much for nothing fancy “bro I look homeless compared to these other girls” I look around at ball gown, formal and sequence dresses “you look fine, you just finished a race I bet half the girls here couldn’t do what you did today” Daniel pats my back my phone buzzed and I see the contact name ‘do NOT answer’ my best friend back home Chris did that so I wouldn’t pick up my exs calls real easy to remember when drinking “whose that” Daniel whispers “cheating ex” I choke out why wouldn’t he leave me alone I broke it off 2 months ago “block him?” He suggests “calls me off other phones and numbers” I sigh “dude that’s harassment” I laugh dryly “oh trust me I know” I roll my eyes my ex was back in South Korea now, it was confusing for many reasons one being I was adopted, my adoptive brother was a K-pop star in a popular group and I don’t know my real parents, I never wish to either. He got me into karting when I was 6 and from there I fell in love with speed and racing, he was my guardian angel he saved me, gave me a second chance at life. The boys were yet to know this yet, my first language was Korean, then English which I learnt with help from my friend Chris who was Australian and now here I am Daniel Ricardo’s mini me according to most the McLaren team already, same vibe different body I guess. Dinner was accompanied by drinks and quite a few of them more than needed considering we would be having to be up the next morning at 8 am for a flight at 10 am to Saudi Arabia I was on the same plane and Daniel, Seb and George to my knowledge, I was happy hanging out with my friends feeling like I fit in until I heard a certain shocked monegasque enter the establishment “oh hello” he stands in front of our table some Ferrari higher ups and Carlos with him great now I wanna die in a hole, “hello winners” I smile my phone rings again and Daniel checks it “Christoper🐺” is calling I answer quickly excusing myself “Channie!” I smile through the phone “you killed it out there, we had a schedule but I just watched your race, I am so proud of you” I was gonna cry “thank you Chan I love you” I missed home “when do we see our little star again?” He asks his accent seeping deep telling me he was tired “probably not for another 3 weeks” I sigh they were so busy preparing for their comebacks “we will be here okay” I smile at his reassuring words “I better go back before the guys think I’ve been kidnapped, I love you Channie. Take care of yourself please” I hear him sigh slightly “love you too y/n/n” and with that he hung up. I walk back inside “superstar there you are” bottas smiles laughing along side the boys.

Charles perspective

I shouldn’t be so hung up over another driver let alone one looking this strong early on sure she wasn’t gonna be in the championship running in a Haas but any driver is competition, Carlos must have noticed my far away gazes “you’re gonna make it obvious if you stare any longer” he whispers as he nudged me. “What do you mean?” I laugh away the burning as I watch her get closer to Daniel and whisper something in his ear “you’re little fascination with the Haas girl” Carlos was being dead serious he wasn’t letting this one go. “Dude it’s nothing don’t worry” he chuckles painfully it wasn’t nothing right now she was his everything in way he wanted to win to show off, partially for her partially for him. “Just talk to her, the sex eyes aren’t going to work on this one” he pats my back and I knew he was right she wasn’t gonna be easy to make mine but I was determined, I should maybe actually talk to her before falling stupidly in love. However he knew it was a bit too late for that you had him aware of it or not. After seeing you make friends, smile, laugh act silly and carefree during testing he was sold. Oh boy did you have him. They enjoyed dinner with the team mangers but Charles was in another world for half of it “thank you for meeting us again, congratulations let’s continue to do Ferrari proud” they shake us drivers hands and leave Carlos grabbing me by the shirt over to where the gang of drivers still sit chatting “mind if we join?” Carlos smirks at the group “come on sit down boys” Daniel laughs shoving over as we squish in I am somehow sat next to y/n thighs touching arms almost interlocked, fucking Carlos. “How’re you feeling after your win?” I hear the angelic like voice to my side ask while the table is entertained in their own conversations “pretty good, weirdly lonely but it feels good to be up their” I smile being uncharacteristically open with her, “well trust me I’ll always be here if you need” she smiles and I feel comfortable but she’s simply being friendly “what about you P5 is amazing” looking for excuses to hear her talk “honestly I can’t believe it still, I just wanna make everyone proud. I gotta fight extra hard to prove myself” she looks down to her chest and I think I know what she means, it must be tough “you’re setting an amazing example for race fans and future racers around the world” I put my hand in hers “thank you that means more than I can explain” I felt like the world stopped when I spoke to her gosh I was 24 acting like a kid in love.

The night ended shortly after a few more drinks, some laughs and we all headed back to the hotel. When I let go of her hand I realised I missed the close feeling of her skin on mine, as weird as that sounded. She wasn’t the most of that made sense, I’d dated models, famous content creators the lot but she was just so real for a racing driver she wasn’t the slimmest, not that had much to effect on how I felt but I could already imagine the articles. I went on my own tangent in my mind to didn’t realise I was sitting beside her in the car back to the hotel until I felt a head on my shoulder, upon looking down I noticed the girl asleep on my shoulder smiling to myself. “Don’t get too comfortable, you’ll be lucky if we let you near her again” seb warns a serious tone telling me he’s not joking “what?” I question confused “you’re not using the new driver and our friend as a rebound” Daniel quickly interjects it became clear what they meant after his break up he stupidly admitted to some the the driver he was looking for someone to fill the time until his ex realised he was the one and come running back. But he knew that not to be the case now, “I promise it’s more than that” but they just scoff are me clearly I had to work to gain the trust of her gate keepers.

Y/n’s perspective

I wake up in my hotel room alone and confused as my alarm sounds I don’t remember coming back, maybe I had one too many. My phone was on charge there was water and pain killers on my table, who put me to bed? Anyways I check the time and it’s 7:00 am I had to leave in less than an hour I showered and got changed into some green joggers, my white airforces, white oversized shirt and matching green bomber jacket. When I go to do my hair however there’s a knock on the door and I see Charles standing there “good morning” he smiles how is he so put together at this god forsaken time “hiya” I mumble letting him in “you look nice” he smiles and I feel my insides flip “thanks not too bad yourself, lord knows how you’re awake right now” I chuckle to myself “I brought you a toasted sandwich ham, cheese and tomato Daniel said it was your favourite and a iced mocha” he had the purest of looks on his face “you’re an angel Leclerc” this wasn’t helping how I felt though the act of friendship getting twisted in my stupid little head. “Only for you mon chéri” boom there goes my sanity “I appreciate it a lot, I know we aren’t close but it’s sweet of you to do this for me” I smile looking him in the eyes as my heart beat picks up what was he doing to me “ayo kiddo you awake” I freeze for a second as Daniel’s voice booms “ayo old fart what’s up” I chuckle opening the door to him near hugging me “we gotta head soon you have 20 minutes let’s move it, move it” he swats me away with his hands to tell me to pack my shit. Forgetting about the Ferrari driver currently in my bathroom I start cleaning like crazy “oh hey Daniel” I hear Charles awkwardly cough “h-hi” he stuttered like we was afraid “Charles is too sweet danny he brought my brekkie and checked up on me” blushing clifhtly as you say it out loud “how friendly of him” Daniel says as a pang hits your heart but your phone interrupts it ringing loudly with the cursed “do NOT answer” appearing on screen “not this prick again” Daniel groans “just another day in my life danny it’s fine” I dry chuckle he couldn’t just fuck off he was the one who cheated. “He’s getting out of hand” Daniel puts his hand on my shoulder to comfort me “you can only tell someone to stop so many times I can’t force him to do anything, just like he can’t force me to pick up. It’s been almost 3 months he’s seeing me thriving he wants money that’s all” I smile bitterly.

Charles felt out of place listening in on this, but he gained an amazing insight into who you were. You were clearly in a position of moving on you didn’t seem sad or hurt more angered and distressed, you confirmed to him you were single and that was a positive he took with great care.

You had forgot he was there again for a minute “Mon Ange, I’m gonna go I’ll see you later” he came closer to me and hugged me good “have a safe flight Charles I’ll see you later” the heat rising to my cheeks “okay what the fuck was that” Daniel says a little too loudly I just continue packing up “dude don’t ignore me” he whines “you and charles?” He questions “did nothing, I don’t think he’d take advantage of a drunk girl, plus he just came to check on me” I smile blissfully unaware of the nicknames he’d called me but thinking they sounded so cute coming from him his accent gosh I could listen forever. “Be careful of him kiddo. He’s not all he seems” with that he grabbed your full suitcase and put it with his in the hallway you have your wallet, passport, phone, keys and AirPods with you in you’re jacket pockets and grabbed the duffle bag having everything packed drinking the last of the mocha you’d sipped throughout the ordeal and devouring the sandwich both of which were surprisingly tasty. “Let’s hit the road riccy” you stroll past him collecting your suitcase from the hallways and striding toward the elevator, “do you like him” Daniel gave you once chance to be honest he knew the answer but wanted to confirm it “more than I should” I sigh hoping it’d go unnoticed.

Fast forward to Saudi Arabia pre race

“What’s your home Grand Prix?” The interviewer asked me as I sat in the hot seat for some video they were doing I had been here for a good 10 minutes answering weird questions “ah I don’t have one” I smiled the boys were all watching they’d assumed I was something I wasn’t I guess sure I was born Australian not that I knew until I was 20 but I raced under the South Korean flag cause when you’re adopted you have to become a citizen I had nothing that tied me to my actual life. “I was raised in South Korea, with my adoptive father, adoptive mother and older brother, I don’t race under my birth countries flag cause I’m not a citizen anymore I haven’t been since I was like 2.” I chuckle I look behind the camera to see the reactions of my fellow drivers most just look shocked as for the most part I did not appear Korean but that’s what happens when you’re adopted into a family of a different culture than your birth one, it didn’t hurt anyone and I loved my family. “Okay then moving on, what’s your birthday” what were these questions man “ah it’s y/bd” I was grow more uncomfortable by the second “wait you’re only 21?” The interviewer himself seemed shocked “ah yeah for you all I’m 20 however korean age I am 21, Daniel calls me kiddo for a reason” I laugh “a literal child” he calls from the back of the camera causing everyone to laugh “final question?” Before he can ask “hit me with it interviewer man” I say ready to get this over with “if you could date any driver on the grid who and why?” I looked dumbfounded “excuse me?” I had to clarify I heard what I did he goes to repeat it “I heard your question, I’m not answering it.” I look him dead in the eyes “bipolar much, you’re lucky you have tits or else everyone would be sick of your attitude” he mutters thinking I couldn’t hear and with that I stand up “you wouldn’t ask a male driver who they’d fuck on the grid so why should it be okay to ask me?” I raise my voice to get my point across taking my mic pack off and leaving the studio my press officer hot on my toes “y/n you can’t do that” he said I turned around seeing red “no. No you don’t get to stand there and say it I don’t care how it looked ask them to edit it, make them take it out but I will not be treated different in interviews just because I have tits” I set my ground down “I understand trust me I get it I have a daughter and if this was her I’d be just as upset, but we have to uphold and image of you, I’ll do my best to get it out. But please know I am not going to scold you I just want to protect you okay” he smiles and I feel bad for going off at him “I’m sorry and thank you Tony” I felt awful so I just disappeared for a while crying in my drivers room and listening to sad songs I had in my playlist probably way too loudly, it was bound to come eventually the sexist question just didn’t expect it this soon.

I had to stay at the track for free practice and so exhausted from sobbing for an hour I must’ve passed out, *knock knock* I wake up sometime later to a banging on my door “mon Ange, can you let me in we’re worried about you” I stood shell shocked “please y/n, let us in” I heard a aussie accent call it wasn’t just Charles I open the door to a decent chunk of the drivers on the grid I looked like shit. Tears stained my cheeks, my eyes were red and I looked pale, I could hear Gunther in the hallways yelling “they asked her what?” He was furious but it didn’t sound like he was gonna rip me a new one “come on y/n, let’s go to catering…” Charles lightly grabs my hand and I freeze the boys stare at what’s occurring as they all realise quite quickly this was more mutual than they thought but your phone buzzing interrupting everyone as massive letters “do NOT answer” appear on screen I decline the call quickly and grab my ID pass, secretly placing my hand back into Charles’ and let them lead the way “we are all gonna have lunch with you” George pats my back knowing if I was alone I wouldn’t eat the part at least 12 drivers strong and me pile in I notice Lewis is sitting down already a long empty table accompany him “hello Lewis” I bow out of instinct he was my senior after all everyone was actually he just laughs and pulls me in for a hug. I didn’t realise everyone could be this close without it being competitive, they quite literally were all here to stand by me, with me as a driver and a human being. We all actually had a good time laughing, chatting and just being friends it was a rare and beautiful moment, Yuki and I were talking Japanese for a bit since we hadn’t really ever spoken how ever I only knew a bit of Japanese English was hard enough.

Charles’ perspective

“You’re gonna make everyone suspicious you know” Mick taunts “what?” I snap my head around to face the boy “quit heart eyeing my team mate Ferrari boy” he laughs was it really that obvious “she’s intriguing to you” Lewis adds noting the man’s fascination towards the new driver from just a few seats beside him “I know Lewis I don’t need a lecture on grid etiquette, dating a rival driver isn’t good I know I know” Lewis stops for a second “mate, as long as you’re happy” he shrugs “as long as it doesn’t effect your driving I don’t think anyone can say anything” Mick adds I guess they were right but it’s embarrassing they all could tell. “For what it’s worth I’m sure it’s mutual” Lewis whispers while passing by to get water, “I wish” I mumble in French before I know it we had to go back to our teams.

The car with me in it is dragged into the garage I finish practice “Charles what’s going on out there” my engineer asks there was nothing wrong with the car I think I was just preoccupied in my thoughts, this girl was messing with my driving and I can’t allow it I had to focus “just a bad day won’t happen again” I smile leaving before I can cop an earful. I’ll go have a shower and get changed maybe that’ll clear my head… but all I could think about was her, if this didn’t change it was gonna be awful.

Y/n’s perspective

Daniel hadn’t left my side since he returned from practice “kiddo let’s go eat, you need food” he smiles gently putting his arm around me as we walk to catering “stop calling me kiddo I’ll take your knees” I snap back playfully as he ruffles my hair. We sit down for dinner and I notice two red Ferrari shorts walk to the counter “kiddo I’ve been thinking about what you said at the hotel room” I hush him quickly and the two drivers sit behind us “what about?” I whisper “number 16” I could tell he was scheming “that, was nothing okay” he chuckles I was panicking and he knew it “y/n you can’t hide from me, you like a guy it’s natural” he rubs my shoulder. “He’s my competition if I give into my feelings everything that interviewer and any hater could say comes true. I will have dated someone on the grid purely because I’m a female” I shake my head I simply couldn’t allow to be a cliché “if that’s what you’re worried about kid, you’ve got a lot of growing up to do. You’re feeling typically don’t pass. You’re not gaining anything by being with him, respectfully you compete for survival he competes for glory” he was sincere I could tell and right yeah, he was right. “I’m just scared” but I knew he knew that “if you’re serious about this, who gives a fuck what anyone says… y/n you’re allowed to like a guy” he ruffles my hair ruining the moment in true DR3 style “way to ruin it” and with that we burst into fits of laughter eating our food finally after a heart to heart.

Charles’ perspective

“Can I just say Charles, what’s stopping you?” Carlos breaks me out of a daydream state “reality” yet he just scoffs “if you were any of us 18 other drivers looking over you, you would realise there’s more to this than unrequited love.” But his face brightens up with an idea “what do you like about her?” He asks me typing on his phone to someone.

Charles was didn’t need a minute to make a list but took his time, unaware that his friend and teammate was texting Riccardo just in front of them who Charles hadn’t seen when they walked in.

Y/n’s perspective

“Carlos wants us to be quiet and listen to what they’re saying” Daniel whispers too me so we do Charles was speaking probably louder than he intended to “y/n, mate where do I begin. She’s beautiful but in a real way, she’s not fake, an amazing driver obviously it’s amazing how she’s not scared to push boundaries, she makes me feel like the only man in the world and I barely know her… that’s sounds creepy oh gosh. She has a style like no woman I’ve met before, she doesn’t try make herself like a princess and I find it so attractive, I don’t know Carlos I really just wanna hold her after a win or a loss, I wanna be in her life” I was shocked “you’re shitting me” I whisper to Danny “I told you kid, but if he hurts you I’ll kill him” with a worryingly happy smile “he actually likes me?” Still shell shocked before I can have time to think I’m lifted off my seat and stood in front of both the Ferrari boys “y/n” Carlos grins wider than the Cheshire Cat himself I look at Charles whose yer to break eye contact with the chair in front of him. “I uh, I have to go” and with that Charles pushes past me and out the door “well that didn’t go to plan” Daniel huffs I turn around running after him I see him run to his driver room at the last second follow knocking gently on the now closed door “go away” I hear snapped at the closed wood and a crash I wiggle the handle and it comes loose I pear in to see a huffing Charles Leclerc and a smashed plate laying on the ground. My feet move before I can think and I go to see if he’s alright “are you okay, are you hurt, cut?” I look at his hands no blood or cuts thankfully “this is so embarrassing” he mumbles and I take his hand “there’s nothing to be embarrassed about Charles” I smile trying to bring him out of this space “yes there is you heard all of that, all of it” he sulks preparing himself for rejection “yeah and, what about it?” I shrug “if you came here with reject me just get it over with, I’ve had a shit day already” he groans I laugh a bit to myself grabbing his face with my hands “just kiss me dummy” and he does just that fireworks go off I swear “I like it when you smile you’ve got cute little dimples” I huff placing my forehead on his “in case you didn’t get it from the blushing I like you too stupid” I can’t tell when it happened but it felt right “I’m sorry I’m all over the place” he frowns “hey it’s alright, everyone is a bit. We won’t do anything until you’re ready. Racing comes first okay charles, you’re gonna be a champion” I give him a peck on his cheek turning to clean the smashed plate with just some paper and a broom no dustpan in sight “hey hey careful you’ll hurt yourself” he tried to stop me “it’s okay I’ve done this a lot” I smile “just sit down and chill for a bit you’ve had a big day” and you didn’t know it but in that moment he knew you were it for him, no one had ever tried to take the load off his shoulders. “Mon Ange, what are we?” He asks quietly almost too quietly “whatever you want us to be Charles, you’re the one with the most at stake here. I’m not coming between you a glory” I smile and he doesn’t say anything “can I take you out to dinner after the race?” How could I say no “of course charles, oh and this is all cleaned up I’ll be on my way I’m expecting a call from my brother soon!” I go to leave but he gets up grabs my arms lightly and spins me into his chest for a hug “thank you for not leaving my love” he whispers I look at the closed door “I’ll always support you even from the shadows” I look up at him and he kisses me again it felt too good to be reality. “I’ll make you mine just wait” I nod leaving him alone and me slightly confused what the actual fuck just happened?

TBC…..

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