#thanks for the inspo fam =)

[charlesf1leclerc]

hey! i saw the request open and i was wondering if u could do an ollie bearman x reader who is younger than him, maybe 2/3 years (1 is ok too if you’re not comfortable with 2/3) and she’s like the youngest leclerc (if it’s possible) their relationship is private.

they decide to go public to stop the random shipping with other girls that some fan do (maybe the reader/ollie are annoyed or think it’s disrespectful) but she’s also scared/insicure that the fans would hate/judge her for being younger that ollie or something like that

thank if u do it!!

Summary- a beach vacation with you and Ollie and the leclerc fam and the Insta post from hell

Warnings- reader is 16 Ollie is 17, fluff and poorly edited that’s about it. 

Authors note- I don’t know seeing the leclerc family and girlfriends out on holiday might of added to my inspo for this hopefully it’s what you wanted tho. Ps this is only part 1 of your request 😉

It was currently summer break the best time of the year in your opinion. You got to spend time with your family and of course your boyfriend Ollie. As you were keeping your relationship out of the public it was very hard for the two of you to find time outside of the track together just the two of you in love. It was a troubling topic, the topic of announcing your relationship as you were already in the public eye because of your brothers you knew the hate their girlfriends received just for being their girl friends. Ollie was so well known in the racing world he was so talented so you knew that there would be a commotion if you and he announced you were dating and that did scare you a little. You weren’t going to lie you were hesitant to even date ollie at first you thought he was so handsome and kind but he was 17 almost turning 18 and you had just turned 16 it’s not that big of a gap but with him turning 18 soon you knew you would get hated on for dating a guy older then you and being labeled to young. Surprisingly the leclerc brothers Arthur Lorenzo and Charles all got used to it pretty quickly and have become supportive of your relationship, at first of course they were hesitant being your brothers and all they didn’t think anyone was good for their little sister especially another driver who could crash at any minute and leave their sister alone in tears. But they liked Ollie, especially Arthur who was very close with him from prema so naturally everyone got along well. You and Ollie had been dating for about 7months now, it may be to early to say but you were definitely in love with the boy. Your family had been kind enough to offer you to bring Ollie along on the family vacation considering that their girlfriends were also going to be their, so you both happily accepted a week in the sun, with your family what could go wrong.

Well……

It was a warm day on the beach, everyone was relaxed and tanned that’s for sure. You were in your floral bikini lying down on a beach towel scrolling through your phone. Ollie was having a dip in the ocean along with your other brothers and a few of the girlfriends but some opted to stay on the sand. As you scrolled through Insta you stopped when you saw the page of a F1gossip sight you normally wouldn’t click on them because you already were involved in the world so you knew the truth and didn’t need to read a page of mostly lies. When you clicked on the page a post captured your eye it was of Ollie so naturally intrigued you took a closer look only to see it was a post about dating rumours with another girl something about her being seen out and about in the Ollie bearmans jumper so they had to be together, she was pretty, really pretty and that did look like his jumper, of course this couldn’t be true he’s with you and all this information is coming from the people who though Fernando and Taylor swift were a thing so it can’t be right, right.

You were to engrossed in the picture that you hadn’t noticed Ollie come out of the water to sit on the towel next to you. 

“ the waters amazing, you should come in with me babe” he kissed your cheek

“ hmm” you questioned look up at him 

“ I said the waters amazing “ 

“ that’s nice” you nodded focusing back on your phone

“ ok, hey what’s wrong, you know you can tell me anything” he stroked a piece of your hair back behind your ear.

“ it’s nothing, it’s silly” 

“ nothings silly if it’s making you upset, look where we are I can’t have you upset on this beautiful holiday, so tell me”

You couldn’t find the right words to tell him without being upset or offending him so instead you handed him your phone with the post up for him to see. 

He took the phone from you a scrolled through the photos and then turned to look at you.

“ babe.. I promise you Im not with that girl , that’s not even my jumper because mine is sitting happily in my wardrobe at home, I promise the only girl I spend my time with is you” 

“ I know it just makes me…. I don’t know I just want to be the only girl they ship you with, I know that sounds bad”

“ it doesn’t sound bad I want that too because you are the only girl I love , but we can’t control what they post or what they say we just have to trust each other that those posts are fake I could never love anyone as much as I love you” he rubbed your cheek

“ I trust you O i do but it’s hard hiding all the time I don’t want to hide” I sadly laughed

“ me either lest reveal our relationship to the world” he scooted closer towards you

“ but I don’t want that either I don’t want all the hate comments and everything that comes with having a public relationship I just want you”

“ well this is a bit of a dilemma I don’t think we can have both as much as I would like love” he laughed

“ I know we… we’ll just wait a little longer to reveal it and for now I’ll deal with seeing those posts”

“ I’m sorry”

“ Ollie you have nothing to apologise for” I curled into him

“ I know but if I wasn’t in the public we could have a normal relationship”

“ hey my brothers are in the public to nothing about my life is normal I promise this isn’t all you”

We both sat in silence wrapped up in each other for a moment

“ now did you say something about the water being nice” I giggled 

“ yes it’s amazing let’s go”

He grabbed you by your legs flinging you over his shoulder running towards the Crystal blue water before dunking you in.

“ oh your gonna pay for that Ollie!” You screeched.

Happy in your little vacation bubble just you and your family no one else no cameras no press. But that wouldn’t last long.

#charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 #lando norris x reader #x reader #arthur leclerc #formula 1 #charles lecrelc #fanfic #charles leclerc x you #blurb #my fic #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman x reader #ollie bearman #ollie bearman imagine #drivers

[luvmist]

Hey can I request a aonung x reader

Where Aonung gives a necklace made of shell to the reader who is a Sully. The next day one of her brothers wonders why she has a new necklace.

Thank you and have a great day!!

GRAVE (1.6k) part two.

ao’nung x f! na’vi reader.

COMPENDIUM: when thick tension turns to potent love, can it truly stay hidden?

WARNINGS: suggestive flirting, kissing, strong language, fluff and humor mostly, a bit of angst, shifts between flash backs and flash forwards, sully fam being nosy

LOLA SAYS: i liked this request sm i may have gotten carried away lol. apologies. but either way i hope u enjoy anon. still tryna explore ao’nungs character plus still extremely new to writing. so i hope this is acceptable. also ik the title sounds grimey but this fic is p lighthearted. drew inspo from a poem as well as a song. as always, please mutilate me with criticism and correction so i can improve

you’re not entirely sure how it happened. misted vision prevailed over timeline and verity. however, it is safe to say that if someone had told you upon your initial arrival to the reef, that no less than four months later you’d be sneaking around with the olo'eyktan’s indisputably insufferable son, your incredulity would’ve been comical.

wistfully recalling the first time you’d seen him — hard eyes. firm and arrogant. guard up, unsmiling. stunning. holding tight onto kiri’s hand, your own eyes acknowledged the gradual gathering of the metkayina clan around your family. regardless, your sight was consumingly preoccupied with him. he stared back. the blue of his irises were fervid. at the time, you dismissed it as anger. a reaction to your family’s invasion and unfamiliarity. it was not that. but in the moment, you remained ignorant. a twisting enthral of unknown sentiments travelled through your stomach as you stubbornly kept his intense gaze. butterflies. you clutched your sisters hand tighter.

cerulean water engulfed your waist. an hour had passed since olo'eyktan tonowari and thasìk ronal had granted your family uturu. learning the metkayina’s craft and method seemed to be laced with under tones of compelling urgency. around you stood your siblings, and infront of you, three na’vi. rotxo, a calm and charming boy. tsireya, an unfathomably pure spirit. and him. you tried to listen attentively, but how could you? his stare was vivid. you mustn’t look, but you do. and oh, how the thrill of the sapphire orbs that you’re met with is worth the missed explanations you’re being fed by an eager tsireya. slowly, the side of his mouth curves upwards. not into a smile, but rather a smirk. smug. turning your head defiantly, you keep your focus on his sister. although, you weren’t sure if you were defying his pomposity or the ever present glittering feeling inside your own chest.

days passed, and tension thickened. you were quick to learn the boys’ name. you were quick to learn the boys’ ways. ao’nung had a knack for coming up with a snarky remark in any given situation. ao’nung was fiercely loyal to his friends, and rejected change. ao’nung enjoyed teasing people. ao’nung felt comfortable in positions of dominance. ao’nung was sly, strategic and innovative. yet often acted on impulse. and above all, ao’nung was an exceptionally determined man. once he had centred his desire, not one thing could deter his aim.

in short, ao’nung had chosen you. pridefully, you had rejected his advances. wanting to make him feel just as refused as he had made your family feel. your sister. but this only fuelled his combative love for a challenge. and thus, he began pursuing you. you didn’t deny yourself any conscious apprehension, you were attracted to him. and yes, he did have an effect on you, and yes, there was a blatant connection. but no, you absolutely would not allow yourself to be swooned. yet unfortunately unlike ao’nung, your determination falls flaccid when your riveting heart begins to enchant your spirit with an unexplainable and irrevocable emotion.

ao’nung decorated the next month and a half of your life. he would flirt, rather blatantly. staring, so much staring. he liked when you would look away. putting his broad chest against your back and whispering to you. he knew he made you nervous. but soon, the boyish smirk that remained plastered to his face, changed. it became a smile. a real, true smile. one he reserved only for you. and his eyes, cold and stern, became tender. bright. and only then did your indignant resistance finally cease. only then did you allow yourself to fall. and fall you did. you recall the moment you stopped running, it was a simple moment. all you remember was him, the waves, and his voice. he said your name. just your name. you liked how he said your name. like you, really liked it.

within a week your mind was mush. he invaded every sense, thought and moment. sitting next to him on the peer, legs swinging from the wooden dock as the fish swam below your feet. glowing coral and treasures.

“will you let me take you out, already?” he started.

“and be seen in public with you? no way.” you respond. smile evident in your voice. it wasn’t entirely a joke. after you accepted your desire, the principal reason you had avoided taking ao’nung up on his suggestions and invites (or rather pleas and desperate whining), was because of your family. it was terrifying, not knowing what they would think if they found out you had grown a feverish affection for the same boy who almost got your brother killed. the same boy who tormented your sister. your kiri. the thought of their disapproval and anguished disappointment paralysed you. he knew.

“ma yn” he spoke. a vocation, telling you to look at him. once you did, “we don’t have to tell them, for now. just please. open your heart to me—” he was crying. shit. he was really crying. he pulled you roughly into his chest, his face in your neck “it was a hunt before, i see that. but now, it’s no longer your infernal presence that tortures me. i have taken your soul into mine, and through you i have become a man.” he became quiet. “just please. fuck. please. please.” his lashes were wet against your skin. he was so desperate. aching to give you the love his hands, spirit and mind implored him to encase you in. begging. begging you to let him take care of you. you finally answered him, “we have to take this to the grave.” he only nodded in response, and with an open mouth he wrote his name on your throat. by the end of it, you were shivering.

he walked you to your marui afterwards. both of you in fits of laughter, tears long forgotten. “you’re gonna come see me ride tomorrow. my first tsurak.” he stated. he was staring at the sand. “and why would i do that, ao’nung?” he took his time responding. usually, his pace was rapid. his wit conjuring responses faster than he could process them. “cause you’re my girl.” he finally looked up.

instantly, everything ao’nung had been saying made sense. all that talk about man and woman, torture and growth. it had aligned itself in you like a constellation. you understood now. looking at him, he was grand. vast and big. towering over you. his hands, just as large and calloused as they were amatory. strong arms. thick neck. jaw clenched. deep, vehement voice. it’s like you were suddenly becoming aware of the fact that he was male. powerful. protective. tender. your mouth fell slightly ajar, his muscular arms wrapped despairingly around your waist. you felt it most then. all that man. how much he made you feel like a woman. you let out a shaky breath. only three words in all existence could express your present notion. “i see you.” it was barley audible, yet it was more than enough. and with that, he kissed you.

the deal was simple — tell no one. in public, you were mere acquaintances. yet behind closed doors, you were vigorously infatuated with one an other. he’d stare in a group setting til you were tugging him away when no one was looking. stealing kisses. part of the routine. secret whispered nothings in your ear. date nights, after eclipse. he’d take you swimming, or to the spirit tree. he quickly became your life source. your oxygen. as if you were holding your breath all day and his kisses were the only thing that could finally ease your burning lungs.

“let’s take it to the grave” you’d say

hours spent craving each other. loving words, he’d spill them while you traced patterns on his chest.

“they’ll never find out how bad we behave” he’d assure

on his lap, with his lips on your neck as you told him about your day. breathing in his musk, feeling him mumble into your throat. “i made you something” you manage to make out his muffled words. “you did, ma nung?” you say, giggling already. his grip on your waist tightens. “yeah.” he smiles into your warm skin. one of his hands leave your waist and begin rummaging around in his burlap satchel he had lazily chucked on the sand. you hear clinking before you’re presented with a necklace. a very pretty necklace. “ao’nung” you whisper, one hand flying up to cover your mouth. it’s a shell necklace, traditional metkayina ornamentation. a halitosis rests in the center with smaller trinkets circling the remaining space. he raises his eyebrows, smirking already. “you like it?” you look at him. “it’s perfect. thank you.” “let’s see it on then, turn around.”

later, sitting cross legged in your marui, you face a mindlessly unprecedented challenge. “what’s that?” asks your brother, plopping down next to you. “what are you on about.” you deadpan. “that necklace, where’d you get it?” you look up at neteyam. “huh? what are you guys talking about.” lo’ak chips in. lo’ak, who had been with you all afternoon and had not noticed the necklace, whereas neteyam pointed it out within minutes of being back. typical.

“uh, i made it.” you answer. trying your hardest to sound nonchalant. “that’s nonsense. you can’t bead jewellery for shit.” lo’ak stated. “well i managed didn’t i?” you shoot back. “yn.” neteyam, this time. “you realize you always hide your thumbs when you lie?” he continues. you sharply look down and sure enough, he was right. you were clenching your thumbs tight in your hands. when did you start doing that? indignantly you look back up at an amused neteyam. opening your mouth, only to find yourself speechless.

could you really take this to the grave?

#ao’nung x reader #ao’nung #avatar fic #neteyam x reader #lo’ak headcannons #lo’ak fluff #neteyam fluff #avatar masterlist #jake sully x reader #avatar film #ao’nung x you #tsireya #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x y/n #ao’nung x y/n #avatar the way of water #avatar fluff #avatar rotxo #metkayina #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #jake sully #neytiri x reader #rotxo x reader #kiri sully #atwow x you #atwow headcanons #atwow loak #tsireya x reader #tsireya x lo’ak #avatar

[moodymisty]

Everyone wants Lorgar carnally until he says grace before giving head. Or when he recites verses that describe the world’s beauty while he gently caresses your body. Or when you’re having sex and he starts whimpering prayers upon prayers about how wonderful you are, how much he loves you, how he wants you so badly, how he’s utterly yours (he’s not even doing it deliberately, it’s like singing your praises is second nature to him). Or after you’ve finished, when he lies down on your bed and looks at you with complete and total reverence. You can see that in this moment, to him, you are the only thing that’s real. The lamp on his desk is illuminating you like a halo, or maybe it’s not even the lamp at all, maybe it’s just you. Lorgar wouldn’t even question it if that was the case, because who is he to question what true holiness is?

In his gaze there’s more than just a lovers adoration. To him you’re not a mere mortal. He looks at you as if you’re the sun itself, like you could fly up to the very heavens and rip the stars from their foundations. His trust placed in you so wholeheartedly that if you decided to smite him for the simple crime of existing, he would let you, he would even thank you for it.

But you love him far too much to even think those thoughts. You cup the side of his face and feel as he leans into your touch. You don’t know it, but if in this very moment you told him to renounce his faith, renounce his loyalty to the emperor, and worship you and only you. He would, without a doubt, say yes.

… Well. I think I might’ve gotten a little too carried away here lmao

Oh hey thanks for the fucking feast, excuse me while I go apeshit with my religious undertones/trauma kink

also @thevoidscreams thanks for the inspo as well fam

Warnings: NSFW, Religious undertones, Body worship

The desert becomes so cold at night, the sand sometimes freezes with little sparkles of dew, reminding you of the snow of your distant home planet.

But despite the frigid air of a Colchis drowned in dark you couldn't feel hotter, skin aglow with the sheen of sweat- lips parted in a pant.

"Lorgar, Lorgar..."

Sometimes his name leaves your mouth as a whisper, sometimes a yell, but it seems as if he can hear neither. It's like he's in a trance, head between your legs for what's felt like and more than likely has been hours.

Your thighs are covered in lovebites, little scratches, redness where he's gripped too tight in his enthusiasm and you've had to pry at his hands and plead for him to stay gentle with you, remind him that you're fragile, as his eyes look at you with reverence.

Sometimes the way he looks at you is almost too much; Too much like worship, the way he lowers himself to press his head between your thighs and whisper so many sweet nothings. So much of it is incomprehensible, speaking in tongues as he presses you into the massive ocean of a bed meant for someone far larger.

You’ve never felt as bared as you have in these moments, like he’s taking every bit of you and some from somewhere beyond.

“By the gods, you look so beautiful… No art, writing or tapestry could ever hold a candle to you like this…”

He could do this for hours, sometimes he has, and while you know he has to in order to prepare you for what’s to come, he takes more than plenty of pleasure in it.

His creation didn’t consider something as frivolous of this; His body wasn’t meant for yours. But you’ve made it work nonetheless, forced it to.

He hears your pitiful whine and hoarse cry as you come against his mouth, desperately grabbing at his hand smothering your stomach and keeping you pressed down in place. He whispers and praises like you’re singing a song just for him, music to his ears.

You could stop here and be satisfied, more than so, but you know that he has so much more he wishes to give you. These moments are rare, but when you manage to steal them he indulges in you until the sun rises and you’re begging for rest. At least a days worth, usually no one sees much of you for a few days after such an evening.

His mouth pulls away from you, his body rises to hover over yours and the difference in your bodies has you swallowed in his shadow, though he only sees you surrounded in light. Your skin glows, lips parted and seemingly beckoning him in.

There’s been nothing more beautiful to him in his life than you, in this moment.

He doesn’t know why he resisted this for so long, though perhaps he should’ve, because now there’s nothing in the galaxy he wants more.

“My love, my little goddess, please, let me…”

You grit your teeth as he presses his way inside of you, a balance teetering just before true pain as you feel the threat of his body weight against your hips and thighs. There isn't much space for your legs to go, they can't truly part wide enough for someone as massive as Lorgar, and so they press into your stomach like he's going to fold you in half.

Throughout it all he speaks as if you’re his gift, as if you’re a beautiful star made manifest.

His whispers his prayers his pleading becomes more desperate until he finishes inside of you, feeling his hot skin against your own.

When his body lays beside yours, he’s looks upon your tired form with reverence. With the same shine in his eyes when he reads his gospel or writes a verse. You wonder if one day it will ever become too much, or if you’ll come crashing down from the pedestal he’s put you on.

“I love you, my dear. More than any other man that has spoken those words. I will pluck any star you desire out of the sky, conquer any planet, or bring anyone to heel just for you.”

You might wish to tell him not to, but the words don’t leave your lips. He kisses you, takes those words from you and leaves you breathless as his hand cups your jaw, and he begins to pray to you once more.

#Misty's book club #lorgar x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[obaex]

you, the ocean, and me (pt. 2) - jj maybank

summary: life is picture perfect until the past comes knocking at your door, unwilling to let you go.

word count: 11.2k

warnings: 18+ mature, sexual/suggestive content below the cut, canon-level violence, and one terrible ex

a/n: i am squealing and kicking my feet in the air to finally be sharing this with you! i am obsessed with these two and their story. there are some flashbacks to things that happened in the past, all in italics. please note this one is spicier than part one, please read responsibly.

song inspo: the vow / ruthanne (listened to this on repeat while writing this, i know it was in part one, but it’s just it for me fam) & coastline / steve kroeger

part one here!

Ever since you had come back to the Outer Banks, JJ was so uncontrollably happy and so smitten he was nearly unrecognizable. He waved to strangers on the street, his other hand tucked firmly in your own, he held doors open, he was a hugger all of a sudden, scooping Heyward into a bearhug the last time you were all at Pope's as the old man tried to swat him away. "Boy have you lost your damn mind?!" he had asked. And maybe he had a little bit. But he didn't care. He was floating through life. You were back, you were here, with him, what could possibly phase him? He had literal heart eyes for you, anyone could see it. It might have grated on his friends if they didn't love to see how happy you made him. He was insatiable around you, always pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you or tugging you away from the group at the chateau to 'grab another beer' which resulted in your back pressed between the cool refrigerator door and his warm body as he kissed you deeply, passionately, his hands tangled in your hair, your hands tangled in his shirt, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. "Princess please let me take you home" he'd beg as you dragged him back outside.

Perhaps the most notable change, though, was his behavior at work. He managed to contain his eyerolls and help the waitstaff at the Island Club with extra tasks; tonight he had even volunteered to help with a particularly difficult table that had just been seated with everyone's least favorite customers: Rafe, Topper, Kelce and a handful of their friends JJ didn't recognize. But even they couldn't bring him down. Every insult rolled right off his back no matter how hard they tried to rile him up. "Dirty pogue" "Marina rat" they snickered, eliciting laughs around the table. Even when Kelce 'accidentally' knocked an entire bottle of expensive wine off the table and blamed it on him, forcing him down on his hands and knees to clean it up. He had heard it all before and he didn't care because at the end of this godforsaken shift was you, and that was all that mattered. He was zoned out, thinking about you as he picked the glass off the floor, half-listening to the conversation at the table above him.

"Anyway, thanks so much for having me, I appreciate any help you can give me" an unidentified voice said.

"Of course" Rafe replied "How can we help?"

"I'm in town looking for someone. A guy. Probably from the club. All I know is that he surfs and he has a dirt bike."

JJ's ears perked up at that, his hands faltering slightly with the broken glass as he tuned further into the conversation.

"Shit, man, you just described half the guys at this table" Rafe said amidst a smattering of uncomfortable laughter as the guys traded glances around the table.

"Unfortunately, my mother-in-law didn't have the pleasure of meeting him. He made some... untoward advances toward my fiancée. She's down here with him still. We're worried about her. It's time he and I had a little chat."

JJ had frozen on the spot. His heart was pounding in his chest and he realized he was squeezing the glass in his hand hard enough for it to break skin. He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and willed himself not to lunge across the table. Fury was rolling off of him in waves as he stood up and hazarded a glance at the guy. Even a cursory look told him everything he needed to know, he was every bit the pompous asshole he had imagined in his mind, smug and arrogant. He had laughed along at each of Rafe's jokes at his expense. The thought of this guy with his hands on you flickered through JJ's mind and he knew he needed to walk away while he still could. His legs and feet felt glued to the ground, his body urging him to stay and knock this asshole clear across the dining room. But with every last ounce of strength he had, he let out a deep breath and walked away, the gears in his head turning as his worst fears were confirmed.

"What did you say her name was?" JJ heard Topper ask.

"Y/N" he said. The sound of your name on his lips burned in JJ's ears as he kicked the kitchen door open violently.

JJ spent the entire ride back to the cut debating whether or not to tell you what he had heard.

He didn't want to lie to you, and he knew you were going to find out eventually. More than anything, he didn't want to admit that he was scared. Scared that Carson being here was going to shake the carefully constructed fairly tale he had built around you, that he had you all to himself, that you could leave your old life behind and be here with him, that he would never lose you again.

He pulled into John B's driveway and when he made his way to the backyard your eyes immediately met his as you hopped up from your seat and ran over to him, jumping into his arms as he lifted you off the ground. He would never get tired of the way you were always so excited to see him, even if it had only been a few hours or a few minutes. "Mm'missed you" you murmured into his shoulder. The tension in his body eased as he felt your heart beating against his and the way you were trying to nuzzle impossibly closer to him. He let himself enjoy one last moment of peace, one last moment with you in his arms, afraid he was going to ruin everything, but knowing, especially with your past, that he would never keep anything from you.

He let out a deep, shaky sigh and set you down as you searched his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Tough shift?" you asked, concern written all over your face as you brushed his long hair out of his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck and hung his head.

"Kinda" he said.

He looked back up at your doe eyes, the way they were all consumed with concern for him, a small pout on your lips. God he did not want to do this... "Look, I don't know how else to say this but uh Carson is here. And I don't think he got the memo that you two aren't a thing anymore."

In a million years, with a thousand guesses you would have never thought that's what JJ was going to say. You felt your heart plummet to your feet and took an involuntary step back, the news literally throwing you off balance.

"W-What are you talking about?" you said, your voice shaking but also rising with panic. "Here where? In Outer Banks?" Your mind refused to process this information, you were in denial. "How do you know it was him?!"

"Short brown hair? Brown eyes? Black Rolex watch that cost more than my house?" JJ replied, his voice now rising too. Why were you questioning him? Why would he ever make this up?

You squeezed your eyes shut, remembering the watch you had bought him for his birthday two years ago as you covered your face with your hands and let the realization crash over you like a wave in a strong current, threatening to pull you under.

"He was with Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. He's asking around about you, about me, but he doesn't know who I am. He thinks I belong to the club" he laughed bitterly, "guess they never thought you'd end up with the busboy, huh?"

Even though your mind was reeling, your stomach clenched at JJ's tone, at the hint of bitterness, of the hurt. Rafe and his friends were relentless on the best of days, you couldn't image what Carson might have said about you, about JJ that he'd had to sit through tonight.

You let your hands fall from your face and pressed yourself back into JJ's arms, your head falling against his chest and your arms winding around him, squeezing him tightly. You didn't know what to think, you just wanted to be near him, to feel his arms around you. He was your safe place and you knew as long as you were together, you could face anything.

JJ had been painstakingly analyzing your reaction as his words hit you, frustrated at himself for letting his anger and insecurities slip through, terrified that for some reason you would change your mind now that Carson was here looking for you.

And yet.

You didn't look conflicted. Your first reaction was to fall back into his arms, pressing your warm body against him, wanting to be near him, wanting to know that everything here was going to be okay. He felt like an asshole as he shook off his own self-doubt. He scooped you off the ground and your legs circled his waist. "Hey, I'm sorry, it's alright, it's gonna be alright princess" he whispered against your hair. "I'm here."

Your heart thudded with fear, trying desperately to focus on the feeling of JJ's arms around you as the last words Carson had said weighed heavily on your mind.

2 Months Ago

You slid the ring off your finger and held it out to him. He looked at it with such deep confusion it could have been an award-winning performance.

"Carson" you had said, much more boldly than you'd felt as you tried to keep your voice steady, "I can't marry you. And, I know. About you, about Lauren. I've know for awhile.”

"L-Lauren and me? What are you talking about?" he said in his exaggerated state of confusion.

"Don't do this, don't treat me like a child" you said. "I know, okay? There's no use in pretending."

"You don't know anything" he said dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, holding your hands up in front of you, motioning for him to stop. "It really doesn't matter anymore" you said wearily, unwilling to fight about it as you turned to walk back upstairs.

Now that the words were out of your mouth, the next steps became abundantly clear. You needed to leave, you needed to get back to JJ, now. Right now. Fear and excitement in equal parts catapulted you up the stairs as the fog you had been living in began to clear. You had wasted so much time here, you realized. You needed to get back to him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Carson's voice echoed, following you harshly up the stairs.

"Well, I'm not staying here" you replied sassily, huffing into your room as he chased after you.

"Y/N stop, please, let's talk about this." You could hear the whiny urgency in his voice as he began to piece together the bigger picture: no you, no company, no access to your trust fund, as he tripped over himself following you into your closet as you pulled out your suitcase.

"Look, nothing happened, okay? She-she came on to me! What was I supposed to do? It was a mistake. I know that now. Look, we have our whole future ahead of us baby, baby please what about all the good times we've had? It's always been you and me." He had switched tactics, trying to play to your emotional side. It was far too late for that. So, when begging didn't work, and tugging at your heartstrings didn't work either, he flipped to another emotion you hadn't expected as you flung clothes haphazardly in your bag. He got eerily silent and laughed quietly to himself.

"You can't run away from this" he said, his voice steady. "Do you really think your parents are going to let you fuck this up for them? For me!?" his rising voice sent chills up your spine. "No chance! They've worked too hard, we all have for you to be so selfish, so ungrateful." His eyes followed you, unrelenting in your efforts to pack and get as far away from him as possible when he suddenly ripped the clothes out of your hands, reaching for your suitcase and pulling the clothes out to toss them on the floor. "No! You're not leaving!" he yelled.

"Stop! Carson! Stop it!" you yelled back, trying to wrench the clothing out of his hands when his eyes fell to something that wasn't part of your designer wardrobe: a black extra large hoodie, far too large to be your own from Pelican Marina, Outer Banks. He crumbled it in his fist, his eyes alight with rage and accusation. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of JJ's sweatshirt in his hands as he shook it in your face.

"I see how it is" he said, a twisted smile on his lips. "You little whore. This was your plan all along, wasn't it? Come home and make me look like the bad guy so, what? You can run off with some asshole you just met?! We've been together for TEN YEARS and you're just going to throw that away!?" He was screaming now and you weren't going to dignify him with a response as you frantically threw your clothes together, jumping at his words as fear pulsed through your veins. You tore the sweatshirt out of his hands and met his eyes defiantly despite the tears welling in your own. You wrangled your suitcase down the stairs as he followed you, watching you struggle the entire way.

You made it all the way to the front door before he put his hand on it, preventing you from leaving. He leaned over you, a sinister sneer on his face as he growled through gritted teeth, "This isn't over. I'm not going to let you ruin this for me" before you finally shoved him out of the way.

At the end of the night, you slid onto JJ's bike as he drove you both back to his small house around the corner from the chateau.

Your heart warmed as he pulled into the dirt driveway. Home. You really hadn't thought through the details of abandoning your entire life to come back here, to JJ, including where you were going to stay. JJ had offered for you (begged for you) to stay with him and you would have been lying to yourself if you said you wanted to be anywhere else.

2 Months Ago

You had been to JJ's house briefly before, but that first night that you were back for good held a heavy tension to it as he led you by the hand up the porch stairs and inside, giving you a short tour of everything that ended with the bedroom. You could tell he was a little shy about it, trying to grab clothes off the floor and kicking things out of the way for you to walk, but you didn't care. "So, that's it, really" he had said, rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks a rosy red. He was afraid you would take one look at his life, his house, and walk right back out the front door. He eyed you warily.

You looked around the room and smiled deeply. It was perfect in a way you couldn't put into words: the maps on the wall, the posters, the surfboards propped in the corner and the tousled sheets that made your heart skip a beat knowing that this was where JJ slept as you bit your lip shyly. Everything here felt more like home to you than yours ever had. "It's perfect, JJ" you said, "so perfect" and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he met your eyes and pressed his lips to yours.

You had only known each other for a couple of months at this point, half of which you had spent apart from each other. JJ was hyperaware of the situation and he didn't want to push any boundaries, so he was adamant that you take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch despite your protests that you would be perfectly happy on the couch yourself. His insistence and respect for you made you appreciate the kind boy he was even more.

He left you that night with a searing kiss before closing the bedroom door gently behind him. You had pulled on one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers to sleep in and you snuggled into his sheets. His scent was overwhelming: sandalwood, sunscreen and something so distinctly JJ it was almost too much for you to handle, especially knowing he was on the other side of the door. You didn't last 15 minutes before you got up and pushed the door open.

JJ sat up quickly on the couch, eyes alight with concern. "S'wrong?" he asked and you swallowed at the sight of him shirtless in his boxers as his blanket pooled around his lap. His eyes tracked your every move as you came over to him and slid onto the couch, curling in next to him as he settled with you in his arms, your bodies molding perfectly together in the small space. His heart was racing so hard in his chest he was having a hard time catching his breath; the feeling of you pressed against him, knowing you had come to find him in the middle of the night, that you wanted to be close to him, made every inch of him tingle. He was still pinching himself that you were even real, here, with him, in his house.

"I didn't come back here to sleep alone" you whispered, your voice, your words sending a shiver through JJ's body as he pulled you closer to him, into his arms, eliciting a giggle from you as he snuggled into you, pressing his lips to your hair.

"Then I can promise you, you never will" he said.

You hadn't intended to move in with JJ two months into knowing him, it just happened. Like everything with him, it felt natural, easy, unforced as you fell into a simple rhythm, your two lives tangling into one. You just fit. Of course, there were times when things were awkward and new, but it was JJ, he would make a face to get you laughing and soon enough you'd both be over it, your feelings for each other bigger than any problem in front of you.

1 Month Ago

Before long, JJ had insisted on taking on you on a proper date. He told you to meet him at John B's dock at sunset. No matter how much you pestered your friends, no one would tell you what he had planned.

You took your time getting ready, wanting everything to be perfect. Even though you spent nearly all day every day with him, there were butterflies in your stomach, you were nervous. This night felt important, monumental in a way no other night had yet. You wore a short summer sundress and met him at golden hour, the world awash in deep yellows and oranges. He was waiting for you in jeans and a clean white t-shirt, you could tell he had put effort in too. Something about the night just felt so heightened and special, you weren't sure if it was the surprise or the fact that he was standing with a bouquet of peonies, but more likely it had to do with the overwhelming feelings you had for him that bubbled to overflowing every time you were near him, especially now. When he'd seen you, he'd bowled over, putting his hands on his knees and wiping a hand over his face at the sight of you dressed up for him. You could tell he was nervous too, you could feel his hands shaking as they snaked around you and he pressed a kiss to your lips, his eyes searing into yours.

"Princess" he whispered, the weight of it carrying a thousand unspoken words behind it, "You are so goddamn beautiful." He handed you your flowers and scooped you into his arms bridal style as he stepped onto the boat parked at the end of the dock and you gasped. He had hung string lights around the entire boat and had piled the bow high with blankets, pillows and your favorite takeout. You squealed with delight. It was so JJ, so perfect. Your mind flashed for only a moment to your first date with Carson; you had worn an impossibly uncomfortable dress and he'd taken you to a five-star restaurant that was exorbitantly expensive where he proceeded to send his food back. Twice.

You shook your head, unwilling to waste another second thinking about the past. You split your dinner with JJ and settled next to him at the wheel as he navigated to a quiet, secluded strip of the marsh just as the sun set in a brilliant show of a thousand colors that ignited the horizon, the only sound around you the gentle lapping of the waves against the boat and the cicadas.

As the breeze picked up and the stars blinked to life, you settled deep into the blankets, nearly nose-to-nose, staring into each other's eyes and giggling like a couple of kids as the boat rocked you gently from side to side.

"This is so beautiful, JJ, thank you" you whispered. You were a little choked up as you thought about how much work he had put into this, all for you.

"Yeah? You're happy?" he asked.

"Of course I'm happy" you said, as you saw something shift behind his eyes.

"I just didn't want you to have any regrets coming down here. I know that took a lot for you to do. A massive amount. I don't think I'll ever understand what that meant for you. I didn't have to give anything up... I just got the girl in the end." His brow furrowed in confusion at how that could be, unused to being on the receiving end of so many gifts from the universe as he looked at you. "I keep pinching myself, every day since you first came back. Even that first night on the couch, I was terrified I'd wake up and you'd be gone, finally realizing what a mistake you'd made. I-I don't even have air conditioning" he said, laughing half-heartedly, but you could hear the raw emotion in his voice, the fear, the tenderness.

"JJ, I have never been happier or more scared in my life. But there's something so right about you, about us. I have no regrets. I'll never have any regrets when it comes to you."

It was only a matter of seconds before his fingers were tangled in your hair and he pulled you on top of him to straddle him, pressing you chest to chest as his lips moved tantalizingly against your own. Your head was dizzy with the feeling of him pressed into you, engulfing you, and the way his hands roamed your body.

Only a few weeks with him had made you realize that you had never really been kissed, never really been touched before, every movement of his lips against yours completely overwhelmed you, clouding your mind and sending a tingle to every inch of your body. You had only been with one person in your whole life, you didn't know any better, but JJ seemed to do everything with a mind for how it would make you feel.

Now, with his every touch you nearly came undone, his one hand grasping your waist, the other in your hair, his tongue at the base of your neck, relishing how you responded to everything, how your body came alive for him, it drove him absolutely insane to feel you writhe against him, how your fingers grasped for him like you could never get enough.

"Mmm'Maybank" you hummed as his fingers toyed with the hem of your dress that had ridden up significantly at this point, "Don't get overzealous, it's only our first date" you said teasingly, as if you hadn't spent every night for the past two months pressed against him in bed, all too aware of how his body responded consciously or unconsciously to your presence, to the sight of you tangled in his sheets wearing nothing but his t-shirt and boxers.

He pulled away to look up at you, his lips swollen, eyes glazed over and twinkling mischievously as he bit his bottom lip and bucked his hips ever so slightly, pressing himself into you. You bit your lip in return, trying and failing to suppress and involuntary moan that had JJ's jeans stretching so hard against him he wanted to die.

"You sure, princess?" he teased right back, before running his fingers up the inside of your thigh and recapturing the spot at the base of your neck with his lips as you moaned again.

"You don't sound sure" he murmured.

"Jayj..." you were barely able to whisper as his fingers finally grazed you and he nearly growled at how you felt for him.

"You don't feel sure" he said, quieter.

And any pretense you had been trying to uphold about being a self-respecting woman on a first date fell away as you brought his face to yours, kissing him hungrily, greedily. The feeling of your tongue against his was all he needed. Your clothes came off in a dizzying pace of grasping and pulling, desperate to have them off, more desperate to keep your lips and bodies attached, any distance between you feeling painful at this point.

JJ rolled himself on top of you, pausing only for a moment, pulling his lips off of yours much to your dismay. He could have died at the pout on your face at the feeling of your lips being without his.

"You're sure you're okay with this princess?" he asked.

You nodded quickly and reached for his lips again, finding his smile.

"Need to hear you say it, want to hear you say it, princess" he whispered huskily, the words curling your stomach, your toes.

"Want you JJ, all of you... please." Your words and the fact that you were quite literally begging for him at this point sent him.

You had never felt such intense pleasure in your entire life. Nobody had told you that being with someone could be like that. It was readily evident how much you had been missing over the last ten years as you fell apart for him over and over and over again as he worshipped your body. You were insatiable and he was too, like a man starving, he couldn't get enough of you. He swore on his life that this wasn't part of his plan for tonight, but the way you looked at him, hungry, needy, full of lust after so many nights pressed against him, had him in euphoria. Neither of you got any sleep that night, but as morning crested over the horizon, you had never felt more relaxed, more energized, basking in the way your body felt tangled with his.

Carson's threat lingered over you like a storm cloud... "This isn't over, I'm not going to let you ruin this for me." And true to his promise, he was relentless in his pursuit of you, which began to extend past the manicured gardens of Figure 8.

John B was at work at the Kildare Surf Shop, head nodding to the music that filled the store, intently focused on waxing the board in front of him when the front door chimed and Carson Peters walked in.

Carson looked around with narrowed eyes and an air of distaste before his gaze fell on John B. He looked him up and down, taking in his long hair, backwards hat, colorful shirt and the ratty remains of a bandana tied around his neck before clearing his throat.

"Hey man, do you do surf lessons here?" he asked.

"We do" John B said coolly, assessing him quickly. What the hell is this kook doing here? he thought.

"I was wondering if you could tell me who some of your instructors were? My fiancée was here a few weeks ago and took some lessons. We uh had some feedback."

The gears began to turn in John B's head as his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the computer and barely glanced at it before meeting Carson's gaze with a fake smile. "Yeah sorry, no lessons that week."

Carson's eyes narrowed in return, suspicion written clearly on his face.

"Oh-kayyyy" he conceded, "Well, do you recognize her?" he asked, holding out his phone.

John B eyed the picture of you and Carson for a few seconds, really letting him think he was taking it in. "Yeah, nah man, never seen her before."

"Hmpf" Carson grunted, turning to leave and slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, John B was retelling the entire story to you and your friends on his back porch as you waited for JJ to get home from his shift. You were all cracking up at his reenactment of him squinting his eyes to look at Carson's phone as if you hadn't spent every single day at his house for weeks.

As your laughter died down, you heard a car door slam and the sound of heavy footsteps on the front porch followed by a loud pounding on the front door. "Y/N!!!!" the voice shouted "Open this fucking door, I know you're in there!" You stood up quickly, a look of pure panic and fear on your face, which John B registered immediately as both of you recognized the voice at once. John B held one arm out in front of you and put a finger to his lips.

"I've got it, John B, let me talk to him" you whispered.

"Are you joking?! I'm not letting him anywhere near you, JJ would never let me hear the end of it. Stay here" he replied.

He made his way to the front door as you all listened in.

"Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me" Carson said, his eyes glistening with recognition at John B's face as he opened the front door. "Where is she!?" Carson shouted, shoving him.

John B shoved him back, his tone even as he replied, "Get off my property, dude."

Carson let out a maniacal laugh as he took in the rundown house, getting right in John B's face, pointing at him "I will sue you for all you're worth, I will take your piece of shit house, your piece of shit car, I will make your life a living hell for what you've done to her, what you've done to all of us!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, man. There's nobody here--"

"--I know she's here!" he shouted, brandishing his phone in John B's face again. He could see his map app open and a blue dot blinking right over his house with your name on it. "I called our phone company and tracked her location." Then, louder, mockingly, "You hear that, sweetheart? I know you're in there!" A moment of silence passed as your friends turned to you, eyes wide, mouths agape and you covered your face with your hands.

"Did you ever stop to ask yourself why she doesn't want to see you?" John B quipped, bitterness rising in his voice at the way Carson was yelling at you. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that she's literally not your fiancée anymore?"

Carson's head snapped to him before lunging and tackling him to the ground.

"Stop it!" you shouted, running out of the house as the boys rolled around in the dirt and sand. "Carson, stop!" He heard your voice and shoved John B away, brushing himself off as he stood up and took in your appearance dressed in JJ's black sweatshirt and a pair of denim cutoffs. "Thank God you're okay, what are you doing here?" he asked accusatorily. "Nevermind, it's not safe, come on, it's time to go home." He waved you forward like you were a lap dog that would simply fall in line and follow him to his car.

When you didn't move and he took in your face, your eyes scrunched in confusion at the words coming out of his mouth, he continued impatiently, "I forgive you, okay? You don't have to do this anymore, you've made your point. I get it." He waved at you again, trying to hurry you along. He's lost his mind you thought.

"You think that's what this is about?" you said incredulously, your voice rising, "Me making a point?!" you laughed, "Carson, I'm happy here--"

"--You're happy here?" he said laughing back, mockingly as he looked around, "With him? With this?!" he gestured to John B, his house, his yard, kicking an empty beer can on the ground for emphasis. "With JJ" he seethed as he looked at John B. He was clearly confused, thinking John B was JJ, but your heart had stopped beating. How did he know his name?

"What did you just say?" you asked.

"I called the phone company, sweetheart, I pay the bills. They sent me every phone call, every disgusting text message--"

"--At least I had the decency to break up with you first!" you snapped. "And not that I owe you any explanation, but this isn't JJ. He's not even here."

Carson's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, his tone changing icily. "Well, I look forward to meeting him" he said simply, letting the unspoken threat linger in the air. "You should know your parents are on their way, I let them know that I'd found you. I'm sure they look forward to meeting the white trash you've chosen to throw your future and their future away for."

John B moved to lunge at him before you grabbed him by the shoulders. Carson jumped back nervously, eyeing John B like a rabid animal before dusting off his shoulders and walking back to his truck. As you watched him speed into the distance, John B put his arm around you and walked you back inside.

You hung out for awhile longer, but Carson's visit had left you all in a somber mood. Truth be told, you were struggling with the way he was insisting on ruining everything you had built here, crashing your fairy tale, insulting you, JJ, your friends. Your friends’ eyes shifted to you in concern and pity after getting a small glimpse at what it was you had been running from the past few weeks.

You rode your bike home after that, wanting to curl up in JJ's bed, wishing more than anything that he was here with you now. It was dark enough that you didn't notice the truck parked in the street that followed you at a distance, slow and quiet with its headlights off until you pulled into your driveway. It found a place to park out of sight but close enough to watch you unlock the door, flip on the lights and busy yourself inside, your movements clear through the large front window.

Carson watched you with equal parts rage and delight. Rage at the sight of you in another man's home and delight that he had finally tracked you down, one step closer to restoring perfect order to his life. He perked up at the sound of a dirt bike coming down the street and sat straight in his seat as he saw your reaction too, setting down what you were doing and running to meet the figure at the front door, arms flung wide as you jumped into his arms. Resentment seeped further into Carson's veins at the fact that you had never greeted him like that. Not once in ten years. As he leaned closer over the steering wheel, he clocked the uniform the figure was wearing, the vest, the bowtie, the mop of blonde hair and he began to laugh out loud to himself, giddy in his realization. A busboy from the Island Club? You have to be fucking kidding me. He picked his phone up and dialed.

The next day, JJ was back at work when his manager came to find him to tell him he was requested by name by a customer on the back patio.

When JJ pressed him with questions, his manager’s eyes shifted slightly before telling him to attend to the customer as quickly as possible. Confused, JJ wandered outside to see a middle-aged man, dressed impeccably, sitting alone at the bar with two drinks in front of him.

“Can I help you, sir?” he asked kindly enough.

The man turned to look at him, his expression not unkind, but his gaze deeply scrutinizing, like he was trying to judge JJ’s entire character as his eyes brushed over his long hair, his crooked bowtie, his shark tooth necklace and the rings on his fingers that were tapping against his thigh anxiously. JJ tried to stand a little straighter in response. After a moment, the man smiled good naturedly and gestured to the seat and the drink next to him.

“I uh appreciate that, sir, but I can’t accept that during my shift. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

The man turned to him knowingly, “Take a seat, JJ.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked, his anxiety rising.

“No, son, you don’t…” the term grated on JJ as he thought of the way his father used to use it… “but you seem to know my daughter very well” he continued smoothly, meeting JJ’s eyes with a cold glare and JJ’s heart plummeted.

Shiiiiiiit he thought. Not quite how he had imagined meeting your dad.

He slid onto the seat, clearing his throat as he leaned in, "Sir" he started, his mind racing, realizing he had an opportunity here to mend things, to help put things right for you, to make your dad see that despite his long hair and minimum wage job, he would do anything for you, anything. He needed to make him understand. He felt like a little boy again, desperately seeking his own father's approval as familiar feelings of fear began clawing at his chest. Your dad simply held up a hand, stopping him before he could start.

"Look, I get it" he said.

I really don't think you do JJ thought as he opened his mouth to say so.

"You love her, don't you?"

JJ was taken aback. He took a deep breath and wiped his hand over his face. Of course he did. The words danced on his lips every night as he held you against him, every morning when he woke up next to you, every day he came home to see you, in the home you had made together. He was madly in love with you, desperately trying to find the right way to tell you.

He exhaled deeply, "Yes sir, I do."

Your dad met his eyes. "Good, I'm glad we can be honest with each other. You seem like... a nice young man, JJ. I can tell you care about her." The words sounded both genuine and condescending at the same time, the tone behind them holding a hint of mockery.

"That's how I know you'll do the right thing here. She's made for more than this, son. She has a future and friends and a family that love her and miss her dearly. She has a life and security, one that I'm afraid you just can't provide for her. It's time for her to come home. I know you think you can make her happy and, hey, maybe you can with boat rides and surfing and all the silly things she didn't get a chance to do when she was younger. But what happens in four months? In six months? In the winter when the tourists are gone and your novelty has run out and you're struggling to pay your mortgage and she begins to despise you and the decision she's made?"

JJ's mouth had run dry as this stranger verbalized every one of his deepest fears. Fears he had tried and failed to push further and further away: that you would come to regret your decision, that he would never be enough for you, that you would decide to leave him one day, just like his mom had, just like his dad had. He wasn't good enough for them, for you, for anybody.

"What happens then?" your dad pushed further. He could tell from the pale look on JJ's face that he was hitting his mark. "Carson is smart. He won't wait around and I don't blame him. He's a godsend for even coming down here to try to salvage this. He's what she deserves, son. You've got to stop making this about you and start making this about her." He slid an envelope towards JJ before standing up, finishing the drink in front of him in one sip, gripping JJ's shoulder and walking away. JJ watched him leave before hanging his head in his hands, swallowing the fear and the tears that had bubbled up inside him. He stood to leave, turning back and grabbing the envelope at the last minute, flipping it open to see more cash than he'd ever seen in his life. He swallowed the bile in his throat as he shoved it in his back pocket.

JJ didn't come home after work, and he wasn't answering his phone.

You had gone from anxious, to worried, to downright panicked, pacing around the house with all sorts of worst-case scenarios running through your head, about to call John B to borrow the twinkie and go out looking for him when you finally got a text from JJ. "Sorry baby, I have to stay late to help out with some things, don't try to stay up."

You were happy he was okay, but your heart sunk a little as you crawled into bed by yourself, remembering JJ's promise that as long as you were with him, you'd never have to sleep alone.

You had no idea what time it was when you finally heard the putter of his bike and the soft whack of the screen door as he shuffled into the room, quietly pulling off his clothes and crawling into bed. You were somewhere between awake and asleep but your body immediately responded to his presence as you reached for him. After a moment, you felt him wind his arms around you, tentatively at first, as he let out a deep sigh.

"S'wrong?" you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

He took in the sight of you in his bed, wrapped in his arms, tangled in his sheets, wearing his oversized t-shirt, it was a sight that normally stole his heart. Now, all he could see were the holes in the t-shirt, his dirty clothes on the floor, the squeak of the cheap ceiling fan setting his teeth on edge as his head spun in circles.

"Nothing. Just a long day" he said in response, sounding uncharacteristically short with you, like he was a thousand miles away.

You pouted at that and tried to pry your eyes open to look at him. "JJ?" you asked again, his name on your lips getting his attention finally, "What's really wrong?" you asked again.

He exhaled loudly, clearly frustrated as he fidgeted like he was trying to squirm his way out of the conversation. "It's just..." he tried "...like, what are you doing here? With me? What about your whole other life back home? What happens after the summer's over? What-what happens when you wake up and realize you don't want this, that I'm not good enough for you? That you made a mistake?" His pain was palpable as it seeped through his voice, each of his questions hitting you like a physical blow. Where was this coming from? He was always happy, goofy, oozing confidence around you. This didn't sound like him at all. And that's when you realized these weren't his words.

You sat up fully and he moved to sit up beside you, leaning against his headboard as you crawled into his lap, now wide awake, expression serious as you looked at him with sad, sleepy eyes. His heart crumbled at the sight of you and though he tried to hold back he couldn't help himself from resting his hands on your hips, finding the curves of your body naturally where his hands fits so perfectly.

"Who told you that? Who said you're not good enough? JJ you are more that enough. For yourself, for your friends, but most of all for me. You're more than I could have ever asked for or dreamed of. What happens in six months? I'll be right here, in your bed, loving you. And in the winter? I'll still be here, loving you. How I feel about you isn't going to fade away with time or the seasons, babe."

He broke his eye contact with you briefly, eyes shifting downwards a confused look on his face before a small smirk found his lips that your sleepy brain tried to register.

"Loving me?" he whispered, his eyes finding yours again.

You realized you had let slip how you felt. How you'd felt for awhile now. There didn't seem to be any point in continuing to dance around it.

"Yes, JJ. Loving you. I love you. You have to know that by now?" you said, taking his face in your hands.

He ducked his head again, bashfully, happily, trying to avoid your gaze as his cheeks flushed and he felt himself get choked up. "It's still good to hear you say it. All of it" he replied "I needed to hear that. More than you know."

His hands found the back of your neck and he kissed you with a different sort of passion this time, with longing, with need, with the reassurance that only those three little words could inspire as he spun you onto your back beneath him, his fears draining away, fully this time, at every touch of your bodies, at the feeling of your hands running over his skin, an incomparable amount of love and belonging in the way that you held him. "I love you, Y/N" he muttered against your lips, finally pulling back and holding your face gently in his hands. The look in his eyes was so serious and sincere, it nearly took your breath away. "I need you to know that. More than anything in this world, okay? I love you so goddamn much."

That night he made love to you in a way he never had before, languishing, passionate, slow, achingly slow and full of emotion; his eyes trained on you, his lips never leaving yours, like he had to show you with every part of him what you meant to him. You were sure in the deepest part of your heart you would never be the same again.

When you woke up the next morning, your body felt heavily relaxed from a deep sleep and the night before. You were tangled every which way in JJ's limbs, his arms holding you against his chest. Your eyes fluttered open slowly to find him watching you as he rubbed soft circles in your back and your cheeks pinked under his gaze as you laughed shyly and he laughed back.

"Morning princess" he muttered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. You lifted your eyes to meet his and he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Mm'morning handsome" you said back and he pressed his lips sweetly to yours.

His mind was still reeling from the night before, how he had felt the deep, hollow hole that sat heavy in his chest since the day his mom left slowly begin to mend itself, righted somehow by knowing how you felt about him. You were here, with him, for him. His blue eyes searched yours and he saw his love mirrored in them before something flickered briefly under the surface. "All good, baby?" he asked.

"I'm good..." you said hesitantly, not wanting to break the spell on the perfect start of your day. "...But last night... what you said... I know those weren't your words, your thoughts, JJ." You were scared to ask the next question, too afraid you already knew the truth. "Who said that to you? You never told me."

JJ pursed his lips and let out a deep sigh. He promised he would never lie to you, he wasn't going to start now.

"...Your dad... He came to see me at work" he said quietly.

You look horrified and tried to sit up but JJ quickly pulled you back into his arms. "Hey, it's okay, it's alright" he said.

"It's not alright, JJ" you said, your breath coming quicker. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me and in one conversation he had you questioning if we should be together?! If my feelings for you were real?!" You could feel your eyes brimming with tears as you realized just how close you may have been to losing everything. What if JJ has listened to your dad? What if he had never come home? What if he had broken up with you? Your mind was racing and JJ could see the gears turning in your head as you began to panic.

"Hey, look at me, princess" he said, cupping your face gently, turning you to look at him. "I don't want you to ever question how I feel about you, nothing that anybody says could change that. He's not going to scare me away from you. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded to him, letting him know you understood and he pressed a tender kiss to your lips.

"It shouldn't be like this" you whispered. "It's not fair to you and it's not fair to me. I don't want to keep running from my past. I want my parents to acknowledge my future, my choices, my decisions."

"What are you suggesting?" he asked cautiously.

"I need to go talk to them" you said, your voice resolute even as the feeling of dread washed over you.

"Then I'm coming with you" he said.

"JJ" you cautioned, gearing up to tell him every reason why that was a bad idea.

"I'm not letting you do this alone. I mean, tell me if that's what you want, but I want to be there for you, with you, please?"

You really did want him to come with you. You didn't want to do this alone, but you also didn't want to drag him down with you either, he was already on the receiving end of so much negativity from your parents, and from Carson.

"Please?" he repeated. "Let me be there for you." And just hearing that he truly wanted to be with you through the good, the bad and the messy warmed your heart.

"Okay" you said, relenting.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your lips again. "Me and your dad go way back, this will be great" he said, eliciting a laugh from you as you whacked him with your pillow and he laughed back tickling you, doing anything he could to keep that smile on your lips for as long as possible.

You reached out to your parents and agreed to meet them for lunch, absolutely refusing to go to the Island Club, and instead, after significant arguing, settling on more neutral territory at The Wreck.

JJ tried on three different shirts before settling on what he wanted to wear. He even tried combing his hair, but you quickly ran you fingers through it, mussing it all over again. He was adamant that you leave an hour early, not wanting to be late. Your heart squeezed at how much he cared about this, about trying to make things right. He could tell you were nervous, even if you wore your nerves much better than he did. He took your hand in his and squeezed as you walked inside. Sure enough, you were way too early for your reservation, so he tugged you outside to enjoy the view of the water, hoping that the chance to see a few dolphins in the river might calm you down and keep your mind off of things.

"Richard, really, I don't know about this" your mom tutted as she stood in the dirt and sand parking lot of The Wreck, her three-inch heels sinking into the ground as she clung to your dad's arm and he tried to steady her up the creaking, uneven wooden front steps.

As they walked inside they looked around in disdain at the kitschy seaside décor: rusted crab traps, fake bass and neon beer signs on the wall. Your mom actively tried to avoid touching any surface unnecessarily as they navigated around the crowd looking for you.

Your dad saw you both first, eyes landing on the tangled mop of JJ's blonde hair, his jaw twitching in frustration as he guided your mom to the back door.

When your mom finally saw you, it was like her heart let out a sigh. She was relieved to see you safe and well, her mind spinning the last few weeks over what might have happened to you. She took in your denim shorts, which she thought were entirely too short, and the loose-fitting top you had on; it was actually quite cute but she wouldn't dream of giving you the satisfaction of saying so. She took one look at the boy you were standing with and nearly turned around; his hair desperately needed to be cut, his clothing was second-hand and the rings on his fingers made her scrunch her face in confusion and distaste. He was so different from Carson in every way... She turned back to you, trying to piece it all together.

Your hair desperately needed to be cut too, she thought. She longed to brush it like she did when you were a little girl. Her heart clenched as she watched this rough-looking boy reach out gently to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. You glowed at him with a thousand-watt smile, which made her falter, and not because of her heels on the rickety floorboards. She sincerely had never seen that expression on your face before. She had known you your whole life, through every happy moment, every birthday party, every surprise, every gift, yet she'd never seen that look. You looked so happy, so peaceful, so full of joy, she put a hand on your father's arm to stop him from disrupting the moment in front of them. He looked down at her in confusion until he saw her expression, eyes totally transfixed on you and he followed her gaze.

JJ leaned over to whisper something in your ear and you laughed, a full-belly laugh that radiated like the summer sun, blushing your cheeks, your eyes squeezing with joy. It was a sound your dad hadn't heard his little girl make... in years. In fact, he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it. It broke something deep deep within him, and when he looked back at his wife, he realized she could see it too. You were... you again. A you they had long forgotten, perhaps long given up on as they got caught up in the business, the wedding, everything... Maybe they had been wrong all along. Maybe they had made a huge mistake. His wife looked up at him as he looked down at her, his head bowed, resigned, ashamed, knowing she felt the same way.

As they approached you, your mom cleared her throat, breaking the two of you apart as you turned to face them. Upon seeing them for the first time in months, you didn't want to admit that you'd missed them, but you had. At the end of the day, they were still your parents. You took a shaky breath and JJ reached for your hand, looking down at you and shooting you a quick wink, we're in this together.

Lunch went.... much better than expected. It was undoubtedly tense at first and there were plenty of awkward gaps in the conversation, but your mom actually enjoyed the fried seafood and very strong mixed drinks, though she'd never admit it to anyone else. It was clear your parents were still unsure about your life here, but shockingly they didn't argue the point. They let it go. They couldn't argue with how happy you were now that they'd seen it in person. They were just happy to be here, with you, talking to you again. You couldn't put your finger on what had changed their mind, but you could tell your mom watched your interactions with JJ closely, the way he looked at you when you were talking, how his fingers tangled with yours on the table. Maybe they were starting to see what you had hoped so desperately to explain to them: JJ was it for you.

After lunch, you walked out together alongside your mom as JJ trailed behind you with your dad.

After a few moments of silence she said quietly, "Y/N, I owe you an apology." Your eyes fell to her, the shock clear on your face as you heard the words you never thought you would. "I lied. I told you I would support your decision if you wanted to leave Carson and I didn't. I'm sorry. You deserve so much more than Carson and the way he treated you, sweetie. You deserve... hell, everyone deserves to have someone look at you the way that boy looks at you." You both looked back and JJ caught your eye, smiling at you.

"It may take some getting used to" she pressed, "I'm not sure how ready I am for all of... this" she said, gesturing broadly to you, JJ, The Wreck, your new life in general and you smiled and laughed at her reaction as her words began sinking in. "But I respect your decision."

That was all you had ever wanted to hear.

You hugged her closely, tears brimming your eyes.

JJ followed a few steps behind you, chatting with your dad about deep sea fishing, an activity that both of them could agree on. Watching you and your mom warmed his heart. It was so nice to see you with your family, with something he'd never had. Getting a glimpse into your dynamics made him realize that all families were messed up in one way or another, but he admired you for making yours work.

"Sir, I wanted to return this to you" he said, pulling the unmarked envelope out of his back pocket and handing it back to your dad. He looked utterly ashamed before meeting JJ's eyes directly and sticking his hand out. JJ looked down and shook it, your dad's grip strong, but not crushing his hand. "Take care of her" he said simply. The weight of it and the or else that lingered wasn't lost on him. Nor was the fact that your dad had essentially just given him his blessing, trusting him with his daughter, his only daughter. "I will. With my life, sir" JJ said earnestly, never breaking eye contact. Your dad nodded at that.

Just as you felt you were getting as good of an ending on this day as you could have wished for, you noticed a truck in the parking lot and the figure leaning against it, waiting for you. Carson saw you and your mom first, arm in arm, and quickly misread the situation, running up to you. You tried to back away from him just as your mom said, "Come on, Carson, we're leaving." She tried to shepherd him away from you. "Come on, dear, what's done is done and it's time we all accepted it. We can talk in the car, I know Richard and you have a lot to work out." He yanked his arm out of her grasp and grabbed you brusquely just in time for your dad and JJ to see it.

"Carson!" you shouted in surprise, trying to wiggle out of his grasp as JJ came up behind you and your dad moved to hold your mom.

Carson's eyes landed on JJ, transfixed. He was seeing red and he squeezed your arms tighter in response; you could feel the beginning of bruises starting to form where his fingers pressed into you painfully.

"JJ" he said, his face twisting like the name was sour on his tongue.

"Carson" your dad warned, "It's time for us to go, let her go, we'll take you home, we can discuss things on the plane."

His eyes didn't leave JJ’s and he didn't even acknowledge your dad. JJ looked right back at him and you felt his hand curve protectively around you waist, pulling you out of Carson's grasp and against his chest. Carson's eyes flicked to JJ's hands on you and that's when he snapped, his eyes finally finding yours.

"I can't believe you would slum it with someone like him. You're a whore, Y/N, you disgust me."

"HEY!" your dad yelled as he moved to come to your defense, but JJ beat him to it, as he let you go, placing you carefully behind him before shoving Carson back with both hands.

"That's real rich coming from you, buddy" he said as he got right up in his face. The boys were similarly sized, JJ had maybe an inch on him. Carson was fairly athletic but right now he couldn't match the crazy in JJ's eyes upon hearing what he had to say to you.

"You can say whatever you want to me, but you don't talk about her like that. Not in front of me, and certainly not in front of her parents." JJ grasped the front of Carson's shirt, walking him backwards towards his car as he continued, "She has tried every way to kindly tell you no. And I am begging you to give me one reason to explain it to you myself." You had never seen JJ so riled up before, his voice a low rumble.

"Alright, alright man" Carson mumbled, putting his hands up in defeat. JJ eyed him closely for a few seconds, chest heaving before he let him go. Carson hung his head for a split second and just as JJ turned to walk back to you, Carson swung, a sucker punch intended to connect with JJ's jaw. JJ saw it with just enough time to dodge it and all of his fury was unleased as he reloaded and punched him right back, sending him onto his ass in the parking lot as blood immediately began gushing from Carson's nose.

Your mom shrieked and your dad quickly caught up to them, a hand on JJ's chest to hold him back as he looked down at Carson. JJ was breathing heavily and shaking out his knuckles as Carson squirmed and cried. Your dad looked down at Carson, then back to JJ, nodding at him with a newfound level of respect.

"With my life, sir" JJ repeated as he turned to walk back to you and wrapped you in his arms, your mom reaching to pat him on the back.

You couldn't wait to get back to the chateau to tell your friends everything that had happened, recounting every gory detail as they cheered you on and JJ iced his swollen knuckles. You were giddy. You were glowing. You finally felt like you had it all, the boy, the life you wanted, and your family by your side. Somehow you had found a way to make it all work. You knew it would take time to figure it all out, but as you looked at the blonde boy next to you, you knew you could do anything with him by your side. He caught you glancing over at him and pulled you into his lap, nuzzling into your neck as you laughed. "Hey" he whispered out of earshot of your friends, "Sleep with me on the boat tonight?" you nodded eagerly and before long you both piled the boat high with pillows and blankets and he guided you through the marsh, back to your spot.

Once you had anchored, you wasted no time curling into JJ's arms, tangling your fingers with his, running yours gently across his bruised and busted knuckles.

"Thank you" you said quietly, "I don't know if I said that already, but, thank you."

"Always happy to defend your honor, princess" he said, smirking.

You laughed quietly, "I'm serious, JJ. You've stuck by me through a lot. My parents aren't easy but... they like you. I've never seen them warm to someone that quickly…” A pause. “…I guess I shouldn't be so surprised, you stole my heart, it's no surprise you stole theirs too."

He laughed quietly in an attempt to mask the way your words began to choke him up as he looked down at you, running his thumb across your cheek, basking in the way you were looking at him, like he hung the damn moon. And for just a moment, he let himself think about what it would be like to have a family. Maybe he would never have the one he was born into, maybe yours would find a way to accept him one day, but his heart raced at the idea of another family. Of you and him, of a few little ones running around, of the way he would do anything to protect that, to make it something better for both of you. He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but at the same time, when he looked at you, he saw that future with you so clearly, one he hadn't even known he'd wanted until you came into his life. Fuck he was crazy about you.

Your eyes searched his, trying to decipher the way he was looking at you, a look in his eyes you'd never seen before. It made you want to blush and pull him closer all at the same time.

"What are you thinking so hard about, JJ Maybank?" you asked, lifting your hand to cup his face.

His mind wandered to the sizeable amount of cash he had been saving to buy a new boat, and the perfect diamond ring he had seen in the window of the jewelry store a few weeks ago as he turned his head to kiss your palm and then each of your fingers, knowing how perfect that ring would look on you. Soon.

He had sworn he'd never lie to you, but for once he thought this little white lie was worth keeping from you.

"Mm'just thinking about how much I love you" he muttered, pressing his lips to yours. "I don't think you'll ever understand how much you mean to me, princess" his voice thick with emotion and sincerity, "But I can promise you, I am going to spend every day of our lives trying to show you."

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[softkiseu]

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𝟐𝒌 ⤾蝶🦋 𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒

the day finally here and it's time to celebrate because we arrive in my one of the greatest destination / milestone in my tumblr journey. drum roll pls. i now met a two thousand (2k) dearest lovely nabis.✨me being so happy, cheering and dancing w tripleS LOVElution! it's a celebration,yet to break from my playful happy moments and be back a serious mode for a few seconds. thank u so much for all the support, even i'm not a friendly vocal blog like others, you guys never left me and show support on your own way. this slow progress is a big deal with me because i never thought i'll reach this far. i was like, 1k is enough at first but now we able to double it and it's a special gift that i would ever never received without you dearest butterflies. once again, tysm and ily all! 🤍

special thanks to : @dubuyunniechi @wiotas @y2qi @interstellarz @koosuvi @2592 @jenfaery @yunjios @raeceah @hazelnut-affogato @gun-wook @ecojinri @alfaire @chaey2k @y-ves @webzzo @w-eons @w-oun @h-ao @yeritos @jaes1lvr @gunw-ook @menhpy @iluvrei @i-jiwon @eunaray @tookio @dewyrka @i04rei @i07swan @flwzai @i4sullyoon @k-yujin @jeonzio @sugiieop @starmio-deactivated20230830 (😟) @yunjidoll @sakkurada @minguukie @sseulr1n @gigittamic @isamiracle @tzulipss @tyunlouv @tozak-i @baesol @y-unjins @v6mpcat @dollienini @wonflirtz (might forgot someone, i have a dory brain so apologies, also sadly reach my tag limits)

vip people i sometimes chat with and other who quietly sweetly leaving notes- that so often and i never failed to notice, want you to know that i do appreciate each one of you guys, so so much. some are a inspo, didn't have a chance to chat or interact yet, hopefully one day we able to get closer. they are all the kindest and sweetest to make sure to follow if your still not.

ps. a event is coming to celebrate this milestone. hope to see you fam join! sending hearts to everyone 🤍✨

#2k! ♡ #who's navi? #renjwoo stan #jihan stan #underrated gg stan

[casuallivi]

i'm not worthy of your sacrifice

For the lovely @soyzaweels for providing us with that amazing rescue art. I'm always craving some good cradling and hands thank you for being a gift to this fam 💓 (I was typing this yesterday, struck with inspo from your art, and only when i hit "post" i noticed my internet connection was gone… and so was my post 🥲 now i sit here making my second try)

and for Elriel Month 2023. Prompt 6: A Bridge Between Souls @elriel-month

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She’s slowing him.

They both are; Elain and the rescued Child of the Blessed whose name she’s yet to know.

She looks down below at the nefarious enemy camp where she can still see the beasts snarling closer to edge of the hill, chills raising up her arms, the throbbing pain on her foot reminding her of how close one of them came to ripping her limbs apart. The powerful beating of his wings takes them away from the horrible camp fast –her sister doing her best to stable her own appendages– but the piece of land where Prythian's army has stake base is yet to surface in the horizon. 

Elain knows he’s barely holding it together. She can hear it in the heaving of his chest, in the quiet grunt escaping from his lips as he adjusts their weight in his arms, can feel the weak burst of power he tries to direct at his wings, can see it in his wounds bleeding into her filthy nightgown. Deep gashes cut his back and wings; the membrane so lacerated she wondered how he was able to fly such distance. How painful it must be.

Out of nowhere, they fall a couple feet, hair ricocheting in front of her eyes. The girl lets out blood-curling screaming. Without even looking at her, Elain tightens her hold on the girl the best she can, watching the sickly paling of his face, cold sweat sliding down his brow. She looks down again. Her throat bobs at the height, nervousness making her tense. It's a nasty fall till she hits the ground, but Elain figures she'll survive. She's immortal now, isn't she? A fall won't kill her. But if she doesn't lower the weight in his arms, he might not make it back to camp.

In the end, it's not really that hard of a decision to make.

Her finger unclasp from the girl's dress, Elain ready to unloop her arms from around his neck.

"Don't." The low command ripples through her body, stopping her.

Bloodshot eyes dart to hers for the thousandth of a second, heavy with lethal determination. Don't you dare let go, they say.

Cobalt light engulfs the three of them, Azriel working harder to keep them airborne.

Azriel's power give out on the outskirts of their camp, still, he manages to land on his feet, arms steeling around her as he staggered a little. Feyre has it worse, tumbling several times on the hard ground, removing large patches of lawn with her.

“I’m okay!” She gives them a thumbs up, spitting grass.

Elain would laugh was she not so worried about Azriel wincing as he tried, and fail, to tuck his shredded wings behind him, the bone bent awkwardly on the left one, dark red blood mingled with the lighter tone of the membranes.

Azriel bent his knees and relaxed the arm securing the Child of the Blessed, allowing the trembling girl to slip to the ground, who quickly stepped away from them, the scent of her fear thick in the air. Elain prepared to follow her.

Her feet never touched the ground, because Azriel straightened again, his free arm coming under the curve of her knees, holding her up to his chest, limping forward. Elain flexes her chained wrists, grazing his wings in her attempt to hold on to his stiff shoulders.

"I can walk."

Azriel can barely detect her voice. Elain might as well be one of his shadows with that soothing tone, trying to placate him as they have been doing since the moment he noticed she was gone.

"I know."

Their whispers are not enough. Not today.

Azriel has no memory of deciding to go in the heart of Hybern camp because it wasn't a choice. The realization is somehow disturbing for a male who's accustomed to be rational about every aspect of his life. He needs to hold her, to feel her, to make sure she’s actually there, safe and unharmed in his arms. Even now, as he holds her, there is an unsettling quietude inside of him, odd anguish clouding his judgment.

As if she can feel his anxiety, Elain buries her face on his chest, repeating the words of her sister. “I’m okay.”

Elain doesn't know how to calm Azriel. She can only hope that her presence does to him, what his does to her.

Her chains glow in a violet shade where they rest against his leathers. Shadows swirl, sliding angrily between the cuffs and her skin, trying to slip them away.

The next thing she knows, Nesta is yelling, tackling Feyre down amidst her tears, and Rhysand is separating them, gently setting her back on her feet.

“We need Helion to get these chains off her.” Azriel rasped, swaying on his feet

Her world stops spinning.

Elain stares and stares at him.

The man that promised to marry her, to spend his life beside her, to love her no matter what, has abandoned her at the first minor inconvenience, yet, this strange fae man, who rapidly turned into an essential part of her life, came for her. Risked his life for a chance to try to save her. Even now he worries for her, who is in perfect condition, more than he worries for himself, who is hurt and bleeding.

A little bud of hope sprouts in the pit of despair that has become her heart.

Elain roses on her toes and kisses Azriel’s cheek.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels lucid.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels awake.

For the first time since she emerged from the dark waters of the cauldron, Elain feels like there’s a life to be lived even if she’s no longer human.

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One of the things I like the most about the rescue scene, is that we tend to forget that Az was carrying both Briar and Elain! But once they set foot on the ground Briar is walking alongside Feyre, but Az did not let go of Elain. I see you shadowboy. I.see.you....

#elriel #elriel mini fic #i guess #elrielmonth23 #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel #my writing #for my good friend soyzaweels #(idc if you are elriel we are practically family) #life's too short to not flashback my way around acotar #🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 #my ladies i was trying to finish the 🔥🥵 in time for the last prompt #I'll not make it 🥺 #sorry 😔 #take this non-hot placebo instead #love yall

[buckgasms]

So I’m here to answer your call for inspiration… hopefully lmao. I was re-reading your lumberjack Bucky headcanons and one that I randomly love is Bucky with a ponytail for some reason, we were so robbed of that by marvel 🥲. Anyway, the idea I had was Bucky normally only pulling his hair up into a ponytail when he wants to make out and/or eat the reader out so that it stays out of his face and the reader has a nice handle to hold on to. And sometimes he puts his hair up on purpose and makes a show out of the fact that his hair is in a ponytail to tease the reader. Maybe this could spark some inspiration? If not that’s 100% ok lmao

Omg Nonnie, Nonnie, Nonnie

You are speaking my goddam language and I love you for it. Thank you for this absolutely perfect inspo! Hopefully I've done you proud ❤️

If you would like your sin brought to life then hit me up fam

Also I really wanted to call this 'Bucky with the Good Hair'

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He had tied it up. That was the signal. Plain and simple. If Bucky had his hair up you were going to be coming. No if's or but's about it. So why then was he taking his sweet ass time chatting to Steve at the bar about work or sport or something. Who cares, he wasn't buried between your legs and that's all that mattered.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands you sidled back up to Bucky, smiling along at whatever nonsense the two men were talking about. Your hand traced up Bucky's toned back until you subtly latched your fingers onto his ponytail and tugged ever so gently.

His arm reached around your waist pulling you into his body and he pinched your hip. A little reminder to behave. But still he didn't stop blathering. So you pulled again, a little harder, pleased to see a little wave of goosebumps on Bucky's neck. 'Haha gotcha' you thought as his grip on your waist tightened.

"Ok punk, we'll catch up tomorrow" said Bucky, finally, and you gave Steve a big hug goodbye. Your heart raced as you and Bucky left the bar and walked over to his pickup and you were full of excitement when he abruptly yanked you around and pinned you against the side of the truck.

"What's gotten into to you babydoll?" He muttered pressing kisses to your neck and pushing this thick denim-clad thigh in-between your legs, allowing you to press your aching heat against him.

"You did the hair thing" you pouted, stroking his beard with your thumbs and pulling his face into a sweet kiss. He chuckled as you continued to pepper his face with kisses, rubbing your heat against his jeans.

"What's the hair thing sweetheart?" He said, lifting the hem of your dress, providing him access to run his rough hands over your soft hips and tummy. You huffed and ground down again on him.

"Buckyyyy" you whined, making him chuckle again. "When you put your hair in a bun it means.....well you know..."

Oh he did know, but he was going to make you say it. He wanted to hear it from your pretty lips and then he'd give it to you.

"Hmm? What baby, what does it mean?" He growled as he felt your wetness seep into his jeans. You huffed again and pressed your forehead into the crook of his neck.

"When you put your hair up....it means your going to do something... Y'know, you...you make me come. You do it all the time, so you have to do it now" you felt almost like crying as the need for him began to rise to a head.

"Well if that's the rule..." He said pulling the door to the truck open and hoisting you inside "...who am I to break with tradition?"

You fell back on the long bench seat, as Bucky made quick work of pulling down your panties and bringing your dripping heat to his face. "You better hold on baby" he said as his big arms wrapped around your thighs. You fingers sank into his long locks and you pulled at his ponytail as his lips made contact. Your whines filled the cab as his tongue traced your folds until he wrapped his lips firmly around your clit.

Your back arched off the seat as he sucked harshly, fingers gripping at his hair and you cried out his name. "This all for me sweetness?" he growled as his finger dipped into your cunt, and his lips returned it's assault on your sensitive clit. "Yes Bucky, oh fuck yes, just for you" you moaned, chasing your orgasm as he added another finger and gently stroked at your most sensitive parts, creating an almost unbearable tension in your tummy.

"Fuck baby, taste so sweet, you gonna come for me? Give me a show?" He whispered as your desperate pleas filled his ears. He increased the pace of the 'come-hither' motion and expertly flicked his tongue over your clit. The tension in your stomach finally snapped, your climax hitting you enough to make you see white.

You slowly came back to the present, Bucky kissing your thighs before pulling your dress back down. You sat up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, finding his lips waiting to be kissed by yours.

You heard a surprised noise as you both turned to see Steve walking to his truck in the parking lot with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "I thought you two left already?"

All you could do was bury your face and giggle into Bucky's chest as he told Steve to mind his own god damn business or he would wipe the grin off his face. With a few more "punks" and grumbles you waved at Steve as he pulled away bringing Bucky's attention back to you. "Take me home Lumberjack, I'm not done with you yet"

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky smut #sebastian stan #lumberjack bucky #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #lumberbuck #request fic #request #anon

[nextgensage]

First post, of course I had to do one of the main protags of this au and the ship that kinda started it all - Silvamy, aka the Rose family! (yes all the kids have amy's last name, more on that later.) Lets get into this sweet yet spicy fam. Silver T. Hedgehog

Age: 42

Occupation (Disaster Relief Specialist/ Timestone Guardian)

Extra Notes - still not fully satisfied with silver's older design, I think its because he's supposed to feel out of place amongst the present day sonic cast to really sell the futuristic aspect, i scrolled through a ton of silver au fanart to get inspo because i was stumped and didn't want to just slap some scruff on him and call it a day, especially since he joined the guardian of powerful gems club with blaze and knuckles (still working on the kinks but basically eggman nega survived his entrapment in the chaotic inferno, found out about the timestones and made little big planet the new holding ground for an infantile infrit, slowly working on "raising" it so he can subjugate the past, present and future and accomplish what his forefathers have always lacked - world domination and an another race against time to save the future ensues.) - Silver is now the guardian of the time stones and got an boost in psychic power and I wanted to give him an indicator similar to knuckle's crescent mark or blaze's forehead gem hence the teal markings. He has pulled an captain america and now safely stays in the past with his wife and kids and works similar to the zone cops of the archie comics but way more powerful and freelance. he also helps out with natural disasters like earthquakes or tsunamis thanks to his upgraded psychic powers. To end on an literal fluffy note, his wife and kids love the extra chest fur.

Amy Rose

Age: 40

Occupation: Event Planner/Fitness Trainer (Part-Time)

Extra Notes - pretty happy with amy's design, wanted to do something different from the long-haired cottagecore amys for sonamy fams, not knocking them - they work well for that dynamic but amy has an trio of very unique kids to parent, an time traveling husband and spends her days dealing with picky customers for all sorts of events and still find time to occasionally teach self-defense class and yoga to young women, she needs to be ready at all times. I wanted to go for an more casual and classic feminine nicole watterson vibe (yes, she is hiding muscles under that sweater dress :P.) - kudos to anyone who can get why she has 

glasses! I think the half-moon ones really suit her!

Zenia Rose

Age: 15 (Born May 23rd)

Powers: Enhanced durability, Enhanced senses, telekinesis, minor chaos energy manipulation, empathetic sensing/linking/inundation, minor telepathy 

My precious cinnamon roll! Zenia was the first serious sonic oc I ever made so I wanted to do her justice! She leans alot more towards her father in terms of appearance, power set and personality being a bit of an socially awkward and humble overthinker but she has her mother’s big heart and very caring and optimistic outlook on life, her parents nurtured her powers and her emotional capability in equal measures and thus she’s pretty well rounded in expressing and understanding the feelings of herself and others, though she tends to get more overbearing with those she’s close with, all round an very feminine girl next door archetype. As far as design goes, I wanted silver’s vibe but amy’s coloring and clear fashion influence with a dash of zenia’s more natural and graceful preferences, so pastels, frills and flower motifs were a go. I’m pretty proud of the idea of how to mimic her dads - lets say, “unique” quill style but make it more feminine so I took the spines at the back of silvers head and moved them to the front to be curtain-like bangs to always give her an demure look and then enlarged and curled his crown of quills and pushed them back behind an headband to give an bump it style, the rest is an homage to those long haired amy designs I mentioned earlier! She looked a lot like amy’s original design when she was an bab. Also her powers are a spring green instead of a teal like her dads because they are weaker and more emotion based. Silver personally made her energy cuffs and couldn’t say no when she asked for an flower design as the insignia. 

Auger Rose

Age: 8 (Born October 10th) Powers: Enhanced durability, enhanced senses, tarot card manipulation, minor precognitive ability (boosted when using tarot cards), minor chaos energy manipulation, acrobatics. Auggie! The quintessential middle child and only boy of the family - Auger’s family never makes him feel left out which he appreciates but he appreciates his own solitude and doing things at his own pace more. Silver initially worried that his own former solitary ventures in his once ruined timeline or even the powers hes gained from the time stones themselves has re-emergence in his son especially when auger revealed how he gets  flashes of the potential future sometimes but eventually amy and silver realizes thats just how their kiddo is, he’s not trying to be standoffish or emotionless, he just does and expresses things differently and thats okay, auger knows his family loves him and he shows the same affection in his own subdued way, plus his sisters keeps him on his toes and lets him shine when need be. Augers design is an mesh of forgotten concepts or concept arts of amy and silver, I always wanted to bring back amys tarot card abilities since thats what technically got her into the main cast plus they are an fun way to connect silver and amys dynamics and personal goals into their kid. I ripped off the hair design from my first actual sonic oc - Specs the hedgecat and tweaked it a bit to fit more inline with auger’s personality - ie tamed but not stuffy. Augers eyes are perpetually half-lidded for an myriad of reasons and he always has that waist belt with him as it carries his own special deck of tarot cards. Can’t remember how I came up with his fur color, He’s an autumnal baby with his twin sister so I just rolled with that I think.  Fun Fact - Auger is a tool with a helical bit for boring holes in wood and is an personal play on the word, Augur which is the ancient roman practice of observing birds to interpret omens! Maple Rose

Age: 8 (Born October 10th) Powers: Enhanced durability, enhanced senses, enhanced strength, piko-piko hammer, acrobatics, spindash, homing attack

The baby of the family, auger’s twin sister and probably the reason amy and silver stopped at three kids. Maple is the wild child of the trio and took all of her parents headstrong traits and cranked them up to 11, having a very strong sense of justice and action taking but oftentimes leaping before she looks. The type of child to constantly be sulking in the principal's office because she fought with another kid who was being a jerk, pouting not because she’s sorry but because she’s getting in trouble for something the bully started. An tomboy playground protector if you will with tons of energy to burn and big dreams to fill. Amy wonders semi-fondly if this is adorable karma for always wondering what a child with sonic will be like as her little girl looks up to the blue blur immensely and wants to be the next big hero of her generation. Amy severely regrets the day she let sonic teach maple how to spindash (fun fact - she’s the only one of her siblings who can do it successfully!) and both her and silver are still trying to figure out how to explain their decorated history with sonic without the girl jumping to fantastical conclusions, this coupled with the fact maple carries her mothers legacy of the piko piko hammer and well…knee pads, helmets and bandages are always running out at the rose household with maple playing hero. All in all however, Maple is an loyal friend and while she can be pushy at times, tell her to back off and she will, having two more soft spoken siblings has certainly helped tame her more out there ideas and tendencies. Design wise - maples coloring was to complement her brothers but I headcanon amy’s father as being an red hedgehog so took that and mixed it with silvers darker hue to make that maple sap color work and I takes cue from the classic rough and tumble troublemaker kids of old cartoons, tooth knocked out and everything as well as using silvers unique quill shape to have the excuse to emulate maple leaves for her hair, always has some form of bandage or dirt on her no matter how many times her mothers tries to keep her clean. 

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #silvamy #sonic next gen #sonic next gen oc #sonic fankid #sonic fan kids #sonic future au #silver the hedgehog #amy rose #Zenia Rose #Auger Rose #Maple Rose #Sonic oc #family #family line up #Sonic Gameverse #Sonic 28 years later

[spookyvalentine]

I’m Commander Shepard,

L to R: Mercy, Stellan and Truce

they/them pronouns only please

‼️ 🔥 ART BY @pyxchta 🔥‼️

stellan: talking a million miles a minute about water pumps, shiala, their turtle, zhu’s hope, shiala’s flowers, keeping sourdough starter alive through all these years, aquaculture (oysters in particular), shiala’s biceps, regenerative agriculture, their cousins tilly and scott, and also their wife, shiala…

mercy n truce, making eye contact over Stellan’s head, clearly both thinking the same thing: tiny

MERCY SHEPARD

earthborn / sole survivor / sentinel / renegon

romance: kasumi

likes: music, anything physical like dance and sports, racing cars. fresh fruit. a good heist. getting to know people

wears: usually issued pants and boots, simple sweatshirt. occasional leather jacket, rare suit. big fan of fuzzy socks they’d normally only wear a tank like this on on the ship, but as @acrylicsalts-inspo pointed out… the gun show 🙈

dies at the end

fun fact: even though anderson won mercy a plea deal (alliance enlistment rather than a prison sentence), hackett takes it a step farther and threatens kasumi’s safety for mercy’s compliance

fun fact: mercy and kasumi met on earth as teens n were very close. until just before mercy’s eighteenth birthday they did a lot of hits together. they reunite in me2, over a decade later, and fall in love. my brain is currently rotting over them right now,, we in the pits fam

au’s!! 🙈: crimelord, sports coach, white collar

STELLAN SHEPARD

colonist / war hero / engineer / paragon

romance: shiala

likes: kepesh yakshi, fixing things, aquatic plants, kayaking

wears: like a walking carhartt duluth catalogue, but also likes jeans and shiala’s old sports teams jackets that are big and comfy on them (like rn)

joined the alliance to be a science officer/part of the engineer corps, not to be a military commander

fun fact: stellan lost their arm in an accident w farming equipment at age ten—tinkers over their prosthetic with their cousins tilly and scott (ryder)

fun fact: gets soft and a lil chubby with retirement—farm strong, but also really well fed on fresh bread and jam and butter and honey wine and thick yogurt and hearty stews and fruit beers, grilled veggies and smoked cheeses…

TRUCE SHEPARD

spacer / ruthless / infiltrator / paragade

romance: EDI

likes: really really good oil pastels and colored pencils. making the impossible shot. getting to check out local galleries and museums

wears: very muted neutrals, the occasional pastel. even if they’re wearing something casual it’s a monochrome outfit, which makes them always look a little formal. at minimum, put together.

wanted to run away to become a portraitist. when they wake up in me2, truce discovers their parents sold and published all of their private sketchbooks

fun fact: clone of their dead older brother, john. he died in the first contact wars, in the middle of a meteoric rise

fun fact: their baby sister Ruth, is also a clone of their dead brother John. Born on Truce’s sixteenth birthday. Truce dotes upon her

THANK YOU AGAIN @pyxchta seriously yall go check out her work, go commission her, it was an amazing experience and my heart is still bursting at how damn well she translated my word salad into ART

#you can tell they’re gay bc they’re all wearing turtlenecks and cuffed pants #🤡🙈 #look it them it’s my sheps it’s like actually them 🥹 #I don’t know how I’ll ever shut up about this I’m real sorry y’all #oc: mercy shepard #oc: stellan shepard #oc: truce shepard #themshep #commander shepard #mass effect

[relcpse]

*     ◟    :    〔   melisa pamuk  ,      cisfemale   +   she/her    〕      arabella " bella " cetin ,      some say you’re a  thirty two  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  alluring  and  somewhat tragic ,  one can’t help but think of  closer  by   nine inch nails  when you walk by.    are you still a    soldier / escort   at    hanging man   /   elanhelo ,     even with your reputation as the vixen ?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and    leather thigh high boots with a hidden knife pocket , fake smiles adorned with sweet dimples , perfume that lingers after murder ,    although we can’t help but think of catherine tramell ( basic instinct ) , katherine murteuli ( cruel intentions ) , miho ( sin city )     whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬

full name :  arabella cetin nicknames :  bella , bells , b gender :  cisfemale pronouns :  she/her sexuality :  bisexual date of birth : june 1st zodiac sign : gemini cherished item : a pair of earrings gifted by her father before he peaced out on the whole fam . inspo : catherine tramell ( basic instinct ) , katherine murteuli ( cruel intentions ) , miho ( sin city )  , elvira hancock ( scarface ) faceclaim : melisa pamuk

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

money . god , it's truly the root of all evil . it can bring out the best in people , the worst in people . people lie for it , spy for it , kill for it . you are no exception to that rule .

born in a strict catholic turkish family , you were prone to rule breaking . there was no boundary she wasn't willing to cross in order to get what the hell she wanted . crack open a bible , pray & wash away your sins only for them to piled right back on the next monday .

her family wasn't the most well off — often finding herself wearing the same uniform three years in a row . all while at home , her father would eventually leave ; leaving both you , her siblings , & her mother to fucking figure it out .

this was the catalyst . . . letting her know she couldn't rely on anyone in her life . & so young too . . . how gut wrenching to know that the one man who was sworn to protect you was now gone ? guess with no proper father figure in your most formative years , left room for the most disgusting individuals to cloud her judgment on exactly what a man was .

here's that dark cloud . sometimes you get into a lifestyle thanks to the person who thinks you love but in actuality , you're the one using them .some people will do anything when they are blinded by that toxic beauty that is romance . but you're the toxic . he's older — probably in his mid twenties while you're barely just out of high school . he sees so much potential . he'll start small . . . having her dress up nice , take a few high rollers here & there .

but that was the mistake . you don't let your girl get wrapped up in people like that . . . so easily coruptable & driven by money . she'd eventually leave him after being offered an opportunity to be a valued & sought after escort .

her attributes would then be used elsewhere . . . have you ever murdered someone before ? would you like to . . . you'll start at the bottom of the totem pole until you've proven yourself . there , you'll be asked to do just about anything . & when that wad is slipped in front of you , shit you definitely will .

tl / dr : just a grew up in the church woman let down by her father & is driven by power , money . . . also lacks a moral compass of any kind .

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

old clients

old / current flames

enemies

friends

frenemies

family :eyes:

anything & everything !

#idk i just be makin shit up dead ass #𝐚 . about !

[galaxycunt]

Thanks for the tag @gingernut1314

Figured this was a good way to introduce myself since I have new followers so hehehe be my friend don’t be shy I love yapping

Last song: dream house- deafheaven (yes I’m listening to sunbather I’m a nerd 😔)

Favorite color: pink but I have a lot of things in pastel purple lmao bring back pastel goth fr

Last movie/Tv show: I’m grinding thru one piece but I watched the curse the other day and nathan fielder you done it again

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet. I’m the dessert guy on thanksgiving I’m making pecan pie (something Evans fam never had which is like ?? Im not that southern am I??) and cranberry sauce. I have extra cranberries so I’m either gonna make sweet tamales with them or do a cranberry tart idk yet

Relationship status: been with Evan for 6 years this Jan, married for 3 😎 it’s sweet and cringe I know but all my fics take inspo from our relationship even the stupid bad parts bc I’m sorry guys online is my diary lmaoooo

Last thing I googled: what happens next, which is a webcomic about a guy who helped his friend who killed his girlfriend when they were teens and what happens after he gets released and basically what he has to do with his life now

Current Obsession: one piece 😔 the guy I’m the assistant to at work is also super into now so literally we spend half our daily meetings just talking about it bc I’m almost caught up with him lmaoo im getting paid to obsess about one piece

I do have hobbies tho I swear I’m getting back to ceramics bc I bought clay and tools for a class awhile ago and I was depressed so I bailed on the class so I figured I can just use the studio space to mess around and see if I can just do that instead of learning

#about me #I’m weird sorry

[dyketectivecomics]

Alright, doing one more poll bc in my hubris I had forgotten that I abandoned not one, not two, but technically four on-going fics in the Magic Fam AU 😭

This poll will be for 3 of them, bc the 4th was a collab & my coauthor has gone mia but I don’t want to continue it without her (miss ya squids 💕)

So after I catch up on the magic fam prompts in my inbox first…

Synopsis for each of them+a link to my fic collection under the cut:

Link to the Collection on Ao3

Chance Encounters of the Demonic Kind - the Origin Story™️ of how things went immediately after Constantine accidentally summoned Raven & how he and Zatanna ended up taking her in. There’s a few things about this fic that I want to edit & expand on (& ultimately conclude ofc)! But know that it will largely remain intact (at least I’m hoping so).

Arkham Exorcism - a tale of Ravens first Official™️ mission with John & Zee’s turmoil as a backdrop. Oh also the asylum, the ghosts &/or demon that may or may not haunt it, and a couple of cameos from some of our favorite rogues, can’t forget about that. A rlly self-indulgent fic bc I loved (& still do love) the Arkham games & wanted to give two sides of dc a love letter in the form of fic. Similar sitch where I’ve been editing some of the previously published chapters over the years and will be reworking just a bit of it. God it’s really been awhile since I touched it publicly tho akdjksj

Little Miss Moonbeam - Harley & Ivy kind of, sort of, accidentally? maybe not so accidentally kidnap Raven for a road-trip back to Gotham. Naturally, Zatanna is not happy with this, especially give where she & Raven had left things off. This one actually probably has more snippets here on tumblr that it has on ao3, but those pieces are flashes of inspo from prompts. I have the general plot laid out and some scenes here n there in a skeleton form. But this is another one that I’ll be editing just a tad and building up a whole heck of a lot from.

Tbh all three of these are near and dear to my heart, which is probably another reason why I’ve been so paralyzed by indecision on which one to focus on. Hence why im leaving it up to y’all! Thank you everyone who voted in the last poll and thanks in advance to everyone participating now 🙏

#randyvents #polls #same as last time: don’t mind too much if y’all reblog this but I def don’t want it breaching containment ykwim? #it’s such a niche thing anyways I think we’ll be fine akdjsj #leaving this one open a bit longer to give me time to finish the Ficlet prompts and also to boost a couple times in between 👍 #alright let’s have a GOOD POLL EVERYONE lmao #(oh also note abt squids bc I realized how it kinda reads up there: it’s just been awhile since she’s been active on tumblr! #idk what happened but I’m hoping that she’s just living her best life!!!) #alright okay last ramble: I’m just excited the decision is gonna be outta my hands now 😂

[lightofthearrow]

fandom: house of the dragon. rating: mature. (for now) characters: OCs, rhaenyra & fam, corlys & fam, alicent & fam chapters available: preface (1)

Setting her pack on the floor, Lara knelt and began sorting out the supplies they accumulated along their quest. It all belonged to a list Aquila drew up herself to open the entryway. Supposedly, beyond the runes and outlines was a woman so unique few believed she existed. The Whyte Witch. Rumored to be stronger than any priest or priestess in existence, loved and feared by the people she served and a terror to those who scorned her. Incisu had not been sighted for almost a hundred years. She was more myth now than history. Lara didn’t care about any hearsay; all she desired was the same favor she begged Aquila to grant.  Please bring my husband back to me. Being parted is worse than death. He is a good man stolen from existence long before his time. For the purity of love, please, deliver him to the land of living.

archiveofourown: clicky! 💧 sum up: clicky! 💧 fic tag: clicky!

( thank you @kingsroad for this chapter template inspo )

thanks for the inspo & kind words!! ♡ @kingsroad @millie-55 @prosemoireia @fragilestorm @ocappreciation @fyeahhotdocs @fyeahgotocs @samwilsonns @zoyazenik

#ocappreciation #fyeahhotdocs #fyeahasoiafocs #fyeahgotocs #got oc #got ocs #hotd ocs #hotd oc #hotd #my hotd ocs #my edits #fic: it's always summer under the sea #asoiaf ocs #violence tw #death tw

[calico-heart]

Tagged by @bogglebabbles, thank you :D

Last song: I'm working on an animatic for the Red Mage fam to go to this >> I've thumbnailed out act I with the Lambard fight, half of act II with the Lilith arc, and got a few frames in for a showdown with the Blasphemies in Ala Mhigo for the third. So I have been listening to it a LOT and whoops I may have stopped to listen to it again while answering your tag. Also the original music video is just really good LMAO

Last film: Blazing Saddles

Currently reading: The Wolf in the Whale by Jordanna Max Brodsky

Currently watching: That music video up there LMFAO I finished rewatching House of the Dragon a couple days ago so I'm otherwise between shows!

Currently consuming: Oatmeal with cinnamon and maple sugar

Currently craving: Cheesecake. Someone link me to a good gluten free crust I can use I miss cheesecake so bad

Tagging: @traveleorzea @sayonaramidnight @bardic-inspo and anyone else who wants to! No pressure ofc!

#wyn gabs #tag game #red mage spoilers #Youtube

[thisismeracing]

can’t stop thinking abt jealous! mick since that photo i’m going insane

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NO BECAUSE THE WAY SOMEONE REQUESTED JEALOUS MICK AND I JUST GOT THE PERFECT INSPO FOR IT W THE PIC SKCJAKJCJSJD

Thank you merc admin! 🤝

you meant this one, right?

ALSO, welcome to the fam, nonny!!! 💙

#🪼 anon #ms47 #millies inbox #the way im counting the seconds to start writing it ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾 #jealous!mick #this scenario deserves a whole tag

[takemyopenheart]

Is there something Ethan and Luz were obsessed with when they were kids/teens ? (a collection of something, a tv show, an artist, a hobby, etc.)

I love this q, thanks, nonny!<3

Ethan discovered Rubik’s cubes as a kid and became obsessed with solving them. Nowadays, he can solve them within minutes.

He loved learning languages; Latin, Spanish, Portuguese, Japanese, etc.

He began playing the cello and never wanted to stop until he became perfect at it.

Little Ethan loved Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood (also his modern day fashion inspo 👔✨) and Jeopardy was his fave show growing up (second to Party of Five starring Jennifer Love Hewitt, which he was only watching for the plot, obviously 🙄)

✨

Luz loved and owned all Goosebumps, Harry Potter, and Lemony Snicket’s ASOUE book series.

She’s from Anaheim so Disneyland was her favorite place to be.

She loved sports, especially soccer. The World Cup was always an exciting event in the Beltrán household

Some of her fave activities were roller blading/skating, swimming, road trips w the fam, and playing at the arcade.

HUGE animal lover and collected stuffed animals as a little girl. She’d pretend to be their vet, which was what she aspired to be until the death of her grandmother to cancer became the reason she pursued becoming a doctor instead.

#ethan ramsey #Luz Beltrán #Ethan x Luz #Ethan q