#i already have some that I will reblog later 😊

[whitequeen-ofwillowgreen]

🛼 What's your favourite song from Innuendo?

I always forget that album came out in 1991, my brain just can not comprehend that 😆

The Show Must Go On

Hands down my favorite on the album and possibly one of my top favorites period.

How about you?

Anyone else like to join the discussion?

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A little hope (Part 2) (Lando Norris)

In which Lando realises he learnt a few things in school, and yet the only way to learn about you is hoping you'll have him by your side

Note: english is not my first language. This is part two of A little hope, which got a lot of love, so thank you for that 😊 hopefully you enjoy this ending! Thank you so much for the love on that piece ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: mentions a couple's fight, self deprecation moments, body image insecurity, signs and symptoms of anxiety, online hate comments, sickness, curse words, allusions to smut

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog

Somatic or not, your stomach was not handling any food. The minute you ate something, you were sure to bring if up a few moments later since you had arrived home, "for fuck's sake", you groaned, resting your head on your forearm on the edge of the toilet, taking a deep breath.

When you felt strong enough, you walked back to your bed, noticing the clock was reading six in the morning already. Rolling to the other side, you hoped you'd be able to sleep it off, but when your alarm rung, you felt even worse than before.

Getting your phone again along with your glasses, you opened the Team's group chat, writing a quick text to let them know that you didn't feel well and you wouldn't be able to join them today and that you would try your best to get ahead on the projects you could work on remotely. A few minutes later, Tara and Max texted back.

Tara TQ

I'm sorry to hear that, Y/N, I hope you feel better soon! Don't worry about anything else other than getting better! 💚

Max

Feel better soon, Y/N! Don't worry about work, we've got it!

A good while later you woke up again, feeling slightly better, you had enough energy to eat some plain crackers and drink some tea, feeling that it was actually settling in your stomach for the first time in the last couple of hours.

Taking in the stride, you went to the bathroom, hoping a shower would clean the night sweats away and give you a little boost. Just in case, you supported yourself on the wall, keeping close to it just in case your legs faltered while you let the water cascade down your hair to your back and legs, washing your hair quickly and rinsing your body wash from your skin. You wrapped your fluffy robe around your body and a towell for your hair, laying in bed to rest a little.

Skipping your usual routine, you dressed in some comfy clothes, a hoodie you had stolen from Lando and some plaid pyjama pants, inhaling the comforting scent. That was something you should think about, it wasn't fair to leave Lando waiting for you, and you needed to sort it out.

As if on cue, your doorbell rang, leaving you to think it was the mailman with a package for your neighbours as you would often take it for them whenever they weren't home.

"Hi! Are you Y/N Y/L/N?", a guy that looked a few years older than you checked, "yes, that's me", you squinted, "I have this, it was ordered for you. Enjoy it!", he said as he handed you a takeout bag.

Thanking him, you closed the door, seeing a little note attached to the bag.

This is a little something to help you get better soon. There's some chicken soup, pasta when you feel up to it, something sweet and some tea bags.

Love you, Lando 🤍

Smiling at the little note, your heart squeezed as you realised that the subject shouldn't go past this week.

While you heated up the soup, you grabbed your phone, opening your conversation with Lando so you could thank him.

I just got the takeout bag, thank you. I'm slowly coming back to feeling better, it's probably some forty-eight hour bug and my body telling me to slow down.

I think we should talk soon, whenever you have the time, tough. There's no rush!

I love you ✨️

"So, today we're taking over the stream!", Lando announced to the camera, smiling and waving as the chat went wild.

"We are just going to game, I think, as there has been a change of plans and we don't really know how to follow up to what we had planned to do", Max referred to the planned stream for Quadrant. The original idea came from the fans as they wanted to get to know the behind the scenes of the team, and just for luck, this week was for Graphic Design.

"We're making do with what we have, and as soon as we're able, we'll do the behind the scenes for all the graphic designing things that go on at Quadrant!", Lando smiled sympathetically, the memory of you fond as your message sparked his hope, and the chat didn't seem to mind it too much.

I was hoping to see Y/N and Lando call me single in eighteen different languages, but I really do miss her

I take it she didn't even bother to show up, she's learnt her lesson I guess

Wasn't Y/N supposed to join them?

You can tell by Lando's face that he misses her, they're so cute together

It looks better like this, honestly

Imagine having to call your boyfriend to tell him that you can't show up to work

She probably doesn't even work, Lando has someone doing the job while she sits still and looks pretty

What do you mean? She doesn't even look pretty ??

Maybe she's ill or had something else to do? Can't you people be a little bit more empathetic and kind for once?

Max noticed how his bestfriend's attention was on the chat, looking at the same flood of comments he did before clearing his throat, "so, do we feel like racing or are we leaning towards another game?", he interjected, pulling Lando away from the screen slightly, "you choose, I'm not fancying anything particular. Only that I know that I'll beat you at anything", he chuckled.

Once they ended the stream, Lando tidied the room a little bit as Max switched the equipment off, "is that what you were talking about the other day? About Y/N?", he questioned.

"Yes. We have been talking to the platform managers, but they haven't restricted everything apparently", Max said, knowing better than to not tell him the truth.

"Who do they think they are to say things like that about someone they don't know? I get that I receive such things because I'm out there, but Y/N is barely a public person! She doesn't deserve that!", Lando huffed.

"Have you guys talked about it yet?", he questioned, having noticed that Lando hadn't texted you in the group chat but that he had a spring up in his step that afternoon.

"She texted me today, actually. We've been keeping to ourselves, we weren't in the right mind to discuss what needs to be discussed until now", he smiled, "I'm still unsure of going to see her today or tomorrow, since she's sick I don't want to bother her too much, and I could use someone else's perspective because I have a funny way with words and I don't want to get it wrong because I'm not a book worm and seem almost illiterate on any good day", he admitted.

"That's good, mate! Start going then, we're thinking out loud", Max encouraged, happy to see friend in high spirits. Because he had known him for so long, Max knew how different this relationship was from his past ones. They weren't bad or wrong, and they helped shape Lando into who he is and how he behaves. The way he cared about Y/N was different and Max couldn't find it in him and lie about the fact that he thought the young woman was it.

"Like you said, it's the fact that she's lost her name because of who she dates. All of a sudden, none of her achievements are valuable, worthy or even acknowledged because she's my girlfriend. Our relationship had nothing to do with her employment - hell, I only met her because she applied, otherwise Goodness knows where I would've met the love of my life - and, and I've been doing this thing where I just call her my girlfriend and I now understand that can be discrediting of her, like I just see her as my girlfriend. But the more I think about it, the more I realise I do it out of genuine pride of her. Look at me! I'm a muppet and I drive around in circles in the weekends, and she! That woman, this woman!", he showed him his lockscreen, a picture of the two of you, "she is the most talented person I've met and I'm so proud that I'm hers and she's mine!".

"I think you're underestimating yourself a little, but you've also played above your game", he chuckled, "and about the comments?", he wondered. Even though it wasn't your biggest concern, he knew one person could only muster up so much before letting it get to them.

"Like you said, we'll work with the platforms, if we have her permission we can also put out a statement about it. With her or anyone on the team, we don't tolerate offense", Lando said, "I want to make this as safe as possible, and the fact that it took her for us to notice it is a learning curve".

"Now you just need to be concise about it", Max tapped his back, "I'm sure she loves that babble situation of yours, thinks it's cute and all, but explain well enough", he smirked.

Like he thought, when he texted you to know how you were feeling, he got your reply awhile later saying that you were feeling better and the nap you had was helpful, and then another one saying he could swing by the next day if he wanted to.

Hoping the night made you feel better, Lando texted you the time he was planning to join you, scheduling his training session for the late morning so he could have a good lunch after his shower and get his plans started. You weren't swooned by big dates or big gestures, but rather small meaningful heartfelt things, so he stopped by the pharmacy to pick up some medication to restock your stash and your favourite chocolate.

"Hey, love", you smiled as you opened the door, seeing an equally smiling Lando, "come in, come in", you nudged as he stepped forward, eyes meeting a silently giving consent for a kiss on the cheek.

Silently, Lando left his trainers by the door, walking hand in hand with you to the living room, "are you feeling back to 100%?", he questioned as you sat down on the sofa, on your sides so you could face eachother while his hand played with yours still.

"Yes. I'm glad it's Saturday and I don't have to take any more days, and I can rest up without feeling guilty. And you, how have you been?", you wondered back, not knowing if he wanted to jump straight in the topic.

"I've been well. I was a little worried when you said you were sick, but now I'm better knowing that you're doing well... and that you're ready to tall about us", he blushed, eyes looking into yours.

"I want to thank you for waiting and understanding, and I want to apologise if in this mean time something I did hurt you or made you feel like you weren't welcomed in my life", you gulped, "I'm not used to feeling so little - fuck, I've never been called that - and I spiralled out to the point where I could only think that, through no fault of your own or my own, I'd lose my identity. I'd be Lando's girlfriend, and not Y/N, and I freaked out a little", you explained.

"You had your reasons, love. I'm just glad and thankful that you feel comfortable to tell me how you feel", Lando comforted, bringing your hand up to his lips as he kissed the soft skin.

"I didn't know you felt that way. Maybe I didn't see it or didn't want to see it, the way people were talking about you - and that is something we are going to figure out once for all - but I missed it. Whenever I say you're my girlfriend, it's not because that's just who you are. It's the fact that I'm incredibly proud of you, than I can't believe your my girlfriend and I just say it because I like to show you off, too!

"I learned so much stuff in school despite what I may appear to know, subtracting and multiplying with decimals, all of the capital cities, even though I'm still shit at them, yet, no one taught me how to prepare for this, for you, for how I feel about you. And I'm so proud of you that I tell it to everyone that you're my girlfriend, not because you're just that, but because I love you and you're so amazing", he exhaled out. Even though he had his usually silly tone, there was deep seriousness in his words still.

"You're confident, I love that about you, and to know that indirectly I was the person to put a dent in that makes me wonder if you should stick around me, because I don't want to ever hurt you. And maybe this is selfish, but I don't want to live without you. Now that I've known what it is like to have you in my life, to be yours, I don't want anyone else", he gulped at his own admission. Throughout the years, he learnt about vulnerability and came to terms with his own. Right now, it was bare for anyone to see.

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like you weren't your own person, and I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you or disrespect you", he sighed, seeing your watery eyes, "no tears, baby, I can't stand to see you cry", he whispered, cleaning the stray tear that made it's way down your cheek.

"I love you, Lando. I'm the luckiest girl to be able to see you for you, no titles or sponsorships, just you, around your friends and family, see your vulnerability, and I'm the luckiest because I get to be loved by you. So many people around you love you, and I get to be one of those you love back", you scooted closer to him, hands cupping his cheek before you kissed his lips.

"I always want you to be honest with me, baby. Anything you need to tell me, we will fix it, I know we will. I love how you always cry when Boo and Sulley hug for the last time in Monsters Inc. no matter how much times you've seen it, because you always let me know how you feel, and I want that for us. I'll show you how I feel too, and you can nag me when I don't. You're it, Y/N, no one else", he stated, "things people are saying about you are not okay, but Max and I, and the media team, too, are working on something".

"I don't care about who you've dated before, genuinely. But the fact that I'm bombarded everyday with comments regarding my body or my job from people who don't have any knowledge and only want to hurt, it's hard", you admitted, keeping your promise of showing him how you felt.

"You shouldn't because I don't either. I'm with you, and I plan to be with you for as long as you'll have me. I love you, I love your body, I love your personality and everything that you are", he said, getting up as he pulled you with him.

"Up", Lando said as he tapped your hip, helping you jump and wrap your legs around his waist, "where are you taking me?", you giggled, your hands coming to the nape of his neck and fiddling with his curls, "I'm taking you to the bed, and I'm going to love on you for the next couple of hours. We are going to have slow and soft sex, love making if you will, just to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me".

[neteyamsoare]

Hi can I request a Neteyam imagine with his female omaticaya mate who has been very busy lately and he just wants attention and affection from her so one day he asks her early in the morning if she wants to go fly to their special spot which she agrees to with some reluctancy. He enjoys seeing the smile on her face and when the arrive at their spot they wonder around the forest for a bit holding each others hand before he pulls her close to him from behind resting his chin on her shoulder enjoying the much needed contact before they both decide to cuddle on the ground with his face buried in her neck and him listening to her heart beat and she eventually asks him what has bought all this on and he blushes and becomes a bit shy before saying that he has just missed her a lot or something like that? Thank you 😊

I Missed You.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Neteyam Sully x Fem! Omatikaya! Mate! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Summary. When you get too busy to spend time with Neteyam, he comes up with a plan to get you alone. 

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Neteyam.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 1,3k.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Nga yawne lu oer — [I love you], Olo’eyktan — [clan leader], Tsahik — [healer of the clan], Skxawng — [moron/idiot], and Tiyawn — [love].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Thank you anon for this cute request, I really love writing this fic and I hope you like it as well. | Neteyam and reader are 20 | In this fic, they’re still in the forest, Jake is olo’eyktan, and Mo’at is tsahik. 

༉‧₊˚. Extra. Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 🤍

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I couldn't be happier to be flying back home from a hunting trip. The first thing I wanted to do was see her face in the crowd, run over to her, bring her into my arms, smell her scent, and fly to our secret spot nobody knew of.

I land my ikran and quickly dismount giving my ikran a rub before turning to the crowd and scanning through their faces. My smile fades when I don’t see her and worry starts to set in my mind. What if she is hurt or what if she is sick?

I immediately take off to run toward the hut that we moved into after we mated. As I run, I smell a familiar scent that’s been on the top of my mind since I left and stop and run back a few til I finally spot her talking to one of the girls in the clan. I smile at the sight of her and make my way over to her.

Once I reach her, I place my hands on her waist pulling her into me, already burying my face into her neck taking in that sweet scent of hers. I didn’t acknowledge who she was talking to but all my focus was on her and her only. “There’s my beautiful wife.”

“Ma Teyam, you’re back.” She says as she places her hand on my cheek rubbing it softly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to meet you, just been so busy with tsahik training that I forgot.” She pouts as I turn her to face me and bring her eyes to mine. “No worry, we’re together now.” I see that smile that’s been etched into my mind appear on her face.

I look down at her lips and back up to her eyes. I pulled her closer to me, eyeing her lips once more as she leaned forward before our lips could touch.

“Y/n!” Someone cried out, she immediately separated herself from me. I sigh as I look at who got her attention, I was shocked to see my little sister running up to us.

“Tuk what’s wrong?” She walks over to meet my little sister. “It’s Lo’ak, he’s hurt and needs your help.” Tuk grabs her hand and starts running in the direction Lo’ak is in while she glances at me with a quick look saying that she’s sorry and I just flash a smile.

“Fucking Lo’ak!” I hissed when she was out of range. “I’m going to kill him.”

I take a deep breath and think to myself. “It’s alright, we will have plenty of time to spend together.” Oh, how I was so wrong.

Two weeks passed and I still couldn’t spend time with the one person I had on my mind. And why? Because every time we get together not two seconds later someone is already pulling her away from me. With Lo’ak being him, not thinking before he does something, she has to tend to his wounds, if it wasn’t him it was my sister who needed her to help with something. Or it’s one of the people needing her help or the kids wanting her attention which frustrated me to no end.

Now I’m not mad at her trying to learn how to be a good tsahik or her interacting with the people, I just missed everything about her. Her skin, voice, eyes, hair, and scent. Oh, how I miss her scent.

The only time I get her to myself is when we go to sleep and even that is not even enough cause by morning she is already up and leaving to tend to everyone who needs help. Is this how it will be for the rest of our lives?

No, I got to do something cause not being able to be around her is killing every bone in my body. I need a plan and fast, if I want successful results I need to do this right. Which means I need to find some rope.

I made sure to wake up early and see that she was getting ready. I grin as my plan was already going in a good direction. She turns to look at me and smiles, “Nete, you’re awake.” I get up and make my way over to her, my hands already finding their way to her waist as I pull her into me hearing her chuckle, I missed hearing the cute sounds she makes.

“How about we go to our special spot?” I look down at her beautiful eyes that are staring into mine. “Nete, you know I have stuff to-“ I kiss her forehead as I lay a finger on her lips. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about, today it’s all about us and only us.” I put my forehead against hers. “The people will be alright, trust me.” she takes a deep breath and smiles, “Alright let’s go, right after you get ready.” I giggled and immediately goes to get myself ready.

As soon as we land our ikrans somewhere close to our special spot, I look over to her and she looks back with a huge smile on her face, a smile I’d do anything for. A smile that made me fall in love with her in the first place. I dismount my ikran and make my way over to her, taking her hand into mine enjoying how soft her hand is against mine.

We make our way to our spot not once taking apart our hands. Always glanced at each other with a smile and it felt like old times when we would just stare at each other for hours not even saying a word and we didn’t have to cause it was just us in our little world.

Before we reached our spot we wandered the forest for a bit still holding hands, still smiling like we were seventeen again, moments like these with her are what I live for.

When we reach our spot, she was in front taking in the perfect view it had while still holding her hand I rub the back of it softly and pull her close to me, and a giggle released from her mouth as I rest my chin on her shoulder and close my eyes. I hold her tightly as I thought if I let go just a bit she’d disappear. She leans her against mine and my hands travel to her stomach, one of my finger drawing circles, a thing I know she liked but could never admit.

We stayed like that before finally moving to the ground where we cuddled into each other. Her hand is in my hair gently massaging my scalp as my face is buried in her neck listening to her heartbeat that was like music to my ears, and the reason I live. My hand was on her stomach and her leg was on top of mine.

“Ma Nete?” she says softly. “Hmm?” I purred not moving an inch. “What brought this on?” I look up at her meeting her eyes. “I just missed you, tiyawn.” she smiles. “I missed you too, Nete.” I smile up at her, and slowly I reach up to her and kiss her soft lips, finally, we caught a break.

“Nga yawne lu oer, ma y/n”

“Nga yawne lu oer, ma Nete.”

Bonus

Jake walks into the hut looking for his wife to tell her how smooth today went for him but he only found Lo’ak tied up with a piece of tape on his mouth moving around frantically trying to escape. Jake runs over to his youngest son and takes off the tape slowly and safely to not hurt Lo’ak. “Boy, what happened?” Jake says as he goes to untie the rope on his hands, whoever did this, tied the knots tight.

“How about you ask Neteyam!” Lo’ak yelled. “I was just minding my own business when that skxawng came running and attacked me!”

“I’ll talk to him,” Jake says but couldn’t help but think of why he never thought of this idea. He will of course scold Neteyam but also thank him since Lo’ak was one less thing to worry about today. He needed the break.

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[yuyu1024]

Lost Innocence

Pairings: Yeosang × y/n

Genre/tags: established relationship

Warning: 🔞 fluff, smut/angst, sensual touching, dry humping, semi public, cursing, unprotected sex, [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: Repost. Check pinned post ♥️

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated 😊

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Summer is finally here. It's one of your favorite season for a few reason. Of course you don't like being at school. It's not your thing. You are just an average student who just go there just because its needed in life.

And the other reason is, you like being outdoors. Yes, You are not a very active person but you did grew up swimming, playing badminton and then also camping with your family. They like going on trips and planning vacations so maybe that's why you are into it though you are also the type of person who just lays down under the shade and read books even surrounded by a gorgeous scenery.

"What are you reading?" A deep yet soothing voice asks as he appears from behind the tree that you are leaning on.

You look up and see your beautiful boyfriend. "Hi..." you say, smiling and squinting because of the brightness.

He goes down to sit down next to you. "Hi..." he whispers, leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

"How did setting up the tents my Dad and brother go?" You caress his cheek

"Went well..." he grunts, sitting next to you. "This is my first time doing the glamping thing..."

"My dad tries to let me and mom experience camping... but he know we can't be into the nature that well so... when we go on a trip... he makes sure to rent a place where he can set up tents. And make us choose where to sleep..."

"And you decided... both of us will be the outsiders... sleeping in the tent?"

"Why?" You raise your brows, smirking. "You don't want to spend time with me?"

He scoffs. "Of course I do..." he goes for another kiss again but this time his hand is making a move to. It goes straight to your chest, feeling your hardened n!pples under your white mini summer dress "I can't wait to cuddle with you..."

"Me too." You smile, bitting your lower lip and batting your eyes lashes at him.

"Fuck." He hisses, crashing his lips harder this time against yours pushing his tongue in and exploring.

His gesture gets you moaning quietly and closing your eyes. You even drop the book you were reading and let yourself get lost with him. Coz just by his kiss, you are already in heaven.

"We..." he pauses, "should control ourselves." He says, smiling. "We can get caught here."

You pout as you lean your back against the tree like earlier. "I wanted more."

"I know babe." He kisses you on the forehead.

"We'll not get an alone time... not until everyone is asleep... and that is late at night..."

"Babe, it's okay. We can do whatever we want later."

You are still not satisfied. You know that  this is just your first day on the trip and you still have a few days to spend alone with him especially during the night time since you two would be sleeping alone together in a tent. But, you are craving for him NOW. And you want more intimacy.

"Yeosangie..." you get up, giddy.

"Yes?"

"Let's go for a dip in the pool."

He blinks. "Now?"

"Yeah! Since, my brother and father is busy preparing for dinner, cutting firewoods also while mom is cooking other dishes inside the house. We can go for a dip before dinner."

"Are you sure... that they will be fine without us helping?"

"Yes!" You pull Yeosang up with you and  make your way to the side of the house where the pool is.

While going there, you see your brother, Wooyoung walking towards the car. He waves at you and Yeosang.

"Dad and I will just go to the store downtown. We forgot some ingredients mom needed. Also we are buying more wood."

"Okay! Can you buy ice cream too?" You say as you start to untie your dress at the back.

"Okay!" Wooyoung then gets into the car and drive off with your dad.

Just like that.

Yeosang is still in shock how you move so fast from being in the cutest mini summer dress to a two piece black bikini in front of him.

"Close your mouth babe..." you tease him as you go in the pool.

"You never cease to amaze me." He says as he unbuttons his top. "I adore you, y/n."

He calls out your name, with the most sensual eye contact while he follows you in the pool, making you giggle.

He chases after you as you try to swim away to tease him a bit more. But he is fast and eager to be close to you.

"How dare you swim away after pulling a stunt of undressing infront of me?" He pulls you closer, his hand on your hips making sure you can't go anywhere away from him.

You are blushing. You could feel your cheeks get warm not just because of the summet heat but from the way he looks at you. Those beautiful and angelic eyes of him always makes you melt.

"Just teasing you, babe." You make the first move. Starts with nibbling his neck then going down to his collarbone until you reach down to his pecks.

"Babe." He breathes as you let your tongue do its magic to your boyfriend. Playing around his hardened n!pples. "Oh.... babe!" He closes his eyes and let himself feel it all.

You then let your free hand reach down his swimming shorts, pushing it off releasing the beast hiding in there. One of your favorite thing in this world.

You begin by stroking his beautiful length, feeling every part from bottom to tip. Then pumping him slowly and yet satisfyingly.  Your touch makes him insane. He can't even control his moans. His whiny moans and heavy breathing is everything for you.

Your eyes glances down and see how thick and hard it is under your touch. Fuck he is so full. Just thinking about him being in you is making you drool and excited.

"Babe," you smile, bitting your lips. "The sun had began to set... it's a little darker now..." the way you speak changes. You are definitely making him know that you are in need of d!ck in you.

Your hands pump him more, under water. It's something both of you have never done and experience before but it feels good. Plus being in public and having the rush of 'what if they catch us' always excited the two of you and makes you horny more.

"Do you want to... fuck me here or..." you whisper each words on his ear before you push your tongue in his mouth.

You are taking over. Making the moves. Making him flustered and yet more aroused than he is.

"Wait 'till we get to our tent?" You ask

Your hands are still busy. You continue to pump him hard whilst not forgetting to stroke the tip, sending strong sensations in his body.

"Fuck." He hisses.

His tiny cries. It's music to your ears.

You both find a spot in the pool where he can lean his back and let you do the work. Plus "hide" whatever you two are doing in the pool from the window view from the house.

"Does it feel good, babe?" You asks, kissing his milk skin and sucking on his peck.

"Fucking good." He leans his head back for a second. To take it all in.

"How... about this...." an evil-ish smile spread across your lips as you pull the string of your swimsuit on your hips. Now, exposing you down there. "Now let's go to the exciting part..."

"Holy... shit." Yeosang pulls you to a hug and kisses you intensely. "Who... would've known... that the innocent girl... I met two years ago... would get naked in public like this... for me." He says in between kisses.

"Only for you..." you answer wrapping your arms around his neck. "My body is only for you to enjoy..." you add.

Then as the skies got completely dark and the automatic lamp post around the pool lit up, you both start to fuck.

The sound of the wind, the tree brunches shuffling and the fire crackling from the bonfire from afar is setting the mood more.

He eases himself in you the second you spread your legs around him, giving him all the access. "So... fucking.... tight." He grunts in between thrust.

The water around you ripples. Your boobs bounces at every slam. And every time he hits your spot a breathless moan escapes your lips.

"Do you want to peak here or..." he asks as he glances at the driveway, slighlty nervous if your family is going to be back any time soon.

"You're worried if my brother and dad would see us...?" You smile at your question

"Of course... I don't want them to see me..." he pauses as he grunts (still fucking you) "d!ck out and their princess getting fucked." His lips quirk up a smile

"Ahh!" You throw your head back as you felt a sensation when he hits it harder. "Fuck! Yeosang! You are so damn good at this."

He lowers his head, bit the hem of your bikini tube top and pull it off exposing your round,plump and lickable breasts. "Holy fucking shit." He dives in and starts to suck the life out of you through your boobs. His tongue hitting the sensitive part.

"Ah! Aaah!" You are crying harder now.

"Ssshh... babe..." he smiles as he kisses you on the lips to help you control yout noises.

"Sorry." You breathe. "I can't... ugh!" He thrusted so you paused to moan again. "Help it."

"Maybe we should take this in private. I want to hear your breakdown but only for me to hear..." he licks your trembling lower lip

"Maybe.. yeah... we should... coz, I can't act take it anymore."

"Your cheeks are getting so warm..." he kisses each on. "Wait here..." he eases himself out of you to gather your things. And immidiately you felt the biggest void in you. You want to cry about it but you know that when you two get inside, he'll tear you apart more.

Like what he did the first time you two had sex for your birthday last year. After that, your life have never the same.

"Babe," you call as you two get out of the pool.

"Hmm?"

"When we get inside... can I try to... be on top?"

He cups you by the jaw and gifts you with the sweetest smooch. "Of course. You can take control... I enjoyed it when you make the move... maybe we can do this often."

[softboiledwonderland]

Thank you for tagging me in this @konartiste 😊 being very lame and doing it months after the fact <3

LOTR themed tag game! Reblog with your own answers and tag three or more people you want to get to know better!

- How old were you when you were first introduced to LOTR? I was nine when my mum took me to the cinema (I think I'd read and loved The Hobbit by then) to watch the movie. I did not like it at all! 😂 We didn't know what it was about and had no idea it was part one in a trilogy, which came as a nasty surprise after three hours of horrible movie lol. I loved the beginning, but like: the troll terrified me to my core and for a long time afterwards I was scared it would somehow come after me, Gandalf died, I thought Boromir had a suspicious face from the start and didn't mind that he died (cue 20+ years later and I'm writing the most important fic in my life so far about him) but his death was still traumatic, and I just wanted my comfort hobbits to get a happy ending and instead they were crying and resigning themselves to more misery. I didn't even watch the other two movies when they came out I was so disgusted with the whole thing lol. Read the books and watched the movies as an older teen and loved them all.

- Favourite LOTR character? Probably Aragorn, but also the hobbits (they're a unit). The entire Fellowship is so dear to me though. And Boromir is my blorbo.

- Books or Movies? Books! The movies are cool and all, but the books are where Tolkien is.

- Which location in Middle Earth would you want to visit? If I had to choose only one it'd probably be Rivendell, but also the Shire, the Old Forest, Rohan, Dol Amroth, Gondor... and the Great River, just because of my fic. <3

- Favourite Movie? Not sure, perhaps The Fellowship, ironically enough.

- Favourite scene? I'm so bad at remembering movie scenes! Maybe the Council of Elrond? There are so many amazing ones with such beautiful music so I'm not sure. Love Gandalf charging at the Nazgûl with Pippin in tow <3

- Favourite quote? “The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”

- What Middle Earth race would you like to be? I'm usually a Hobbit in every online quiz, but it'd be fun to see what being an Elf is like.

- Favourite LOTR ship: This is going to sound weird because I'm writing a long, shippy, Canon Character/OC fic at the moment, but I'm not really into LOTR for the ships so I kind of don't have one? I adore Aragorn/Arwen and Faramir/Éowyn as much as the next person and Sam and Rosie are precious, but I'm not really fussed.

Going all out and tagging all the mutuals I THINK I saw reblogging LOTR at some point, if I'm wrong I'm sorry, if you already did this back when it was making the rounds please ignore it, if you want to ignore it anyway by all means feel free to do so, thank you and have a nice day <3 @dangerously-human @to-be-frank-i-dont-care @phoenixflames12 @ass-deep-in-demons @spifflocated @erathene

[supernaturalgirl20]

Realisation

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, fingering, cursing, jealousy, angsty, mention of fertility issues, mentions of separation.

Summary: you and Marcus join his family for dinner but he can’t seem to keep his hands off you. Theresa also pushes Marcus to the limit and that fiery temper makes a reappearance.

Series Masterlist

A/N: ahhh nearly there…only one more part to go 😊ok so some people have asked me to keep the Taglist going so I will do it for another little while 😜

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

You could sense him behind you - his warmth permeating your skin - and a smile slowly edged its way onto your face as his arms wrapped around you.

“You look beautiful, baby,” he whispers into the skin of your neck as he peppers kisses there. His hand begins to wander and his fingers play with the hem of your white dress.

“Think we could skip dinner and just stay here, maybe test out the strength of that hanging chair mom bought in the study?” Marcus asks as he gazes at you in the mirror, eyes glazed over with lust.

Turning in his arms, you move your hand along his chest and up his neck before running your fingers through his hair. His eyes close as he releases a contented sigh. “I think your mom would kill us if we missed dinner. Maybe we could hang back tomorrow when they all go to church, test it out then?”

His eyes shoot open and for a moment he just stares at you. “God you’re fucking perfect, baby. I love you.”

“Love you too. Now,” you say as you run your hands down along the lapels of his blazer, “we better get going before they send out a search party.” Marcus leans in and captures your lips in a searing kiss before pulling away and leading you out of the room and down the stairs to join everyone else.

***

Marcus holds open the door to the restaurant as he guides you inside, his hand resting comfortably on your lower back and when you glance up at him you find him already staring at you with a smile on his face.

Mary had reserved an area at the back of the restaurant and when you both reach the table you see that some family friends have been invited too. You spot Theresa in the corner, a wicked smile on her face and an uneasy feeling settles in your stomach.

You’ve never liked her.

There was always something off about her and it didn’t help that she had an unwavering attraction to Marcus.

Settling into your chair you smile at Marcus as he pours you a glass of red, taking a sip of the smooth aromatic drink. His hand rests atop your thigh, his fingers tracing patterns into your skin and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.

Your heartbeat is thrumming beneath your skin, your cunt pulsating with desire and you want nothing more than for Marcus to move his fingers to where you desperately need them.

As if he can sense what’s on your mind, he turns away from his brother James and looks at you through hooded eyes. He has a devilish glint in his eyes and a sly smirk slowly edges its way onto his face.

“Everything ok, baby?” He asks teasingly.

“Yep,” you stammer as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. His eyebrow is raised in question but his fingers slowly move beneath the hem of your dress, forging a trail up along your thigh and towards your heat.

His fingers move your underwear aside and run along your slick and you try so desperately not to moan. You glance quickly around the table and everyone seems to be engrossed in their own conversations. Thank god, you think to yourself before you jump slightly, the feel of his thick fingers slowly pushing their way inside you.

“If you keep quiet baby, I’ll fuck you good and hard later just how you like,” he whispers as he leans into you.

His fingers work in and out of you slowly as his thumb circles your swollen bud. You can feel your release working its way towards the edge and when he curls his finger and presses your clit hard you clench around his thick digits.

You bite into your lips harder and you think you’ve drawn blood but you don’t care, you feel amazing. Marcus winks at you, leaning in and kissing you softly before pulling his fingers from your heat.

He brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, a soft groan slipping from his lips. “Someone’s enjoying their meal,” Mary says with a smile on her face and you sink back into the chair.

“Absolutely delicious, mom. Best meal I’ve ever had,” Marcus says winking at you before digging into his meal.

***

The food is delicious and dinner passes quickly with everyone having a great time. It’s nice spending time with family and the atmosphere is warm and cheerful but you still can’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

The faint call of your name draws your attention and you glance across the table to Theresa who is staring at you with a sly smile.

“I was just saying, it’s a shame you and Marcus don’t have any children yet. I mean how long are you two married now? Four, five years? Do you not want any children?”

Your whole body tensed.

A wave of emotion swells up inside you and you can feel the eyes of everyone at the table boring into you. I wish the floor would open and swallow me whole.

Other members of Marcus’s extended family and friends join in, asking when you plan to have a family, how you would both make great parents and it all just becomes too much.

Marcus gives your thigh a squeeze, a silent reassurance that he’s got you before he looks sternly across at Theresa.

“Unfortunately for you Theresa, what happens in our marriage is none of your concern. Myself and Y/N are happy and that’s all that matters. If and when we decide to have a family is between us, no one else so I’ll ask kindly that you mind your own business.”

“I was just curious is all. When we were growing up you always talked about having your own family so I assume it’s Y/N who doesn’t want any. I’m pretty sure that grounds for annulment,” Theresa says, eyes shifting around the table searching for someone to back her up.

Your eyes are closed now and you are trying so fucking hard not to cry. What makes it worse is that she's right. Marcus has always been excited about having a family and what if you are the problem. What then?

You push your chair back and grab your purse before rushing towards the bathroom.

Marcus is standing now and his gaze stays with you until you're out of sight before he turns to Theresa. “You fucking bitch. How dare you. You’re nothing but a cheap whore who can’t shut her mouth. And you’re fucking delusional, because even though I’ve turned you down countless times, you still won’t get the message. I don’t want you. Never have. Never will. Y/N is my wife and the love of my life. It’s gonna be me and her forever, so back the fuck off.”

Theresa gasps and feigns insult, before standing and pointing her finger at him but before she can get a word out of her mouth, John stands with a shout.

“Theresa, I think you’ve said enough. Joanne, you are a dear friend of the family but if you don’t leave right now and take your daughter with you, I’ll be forced to do something I’m gonna regret.” His tone is harsh and his face is stern but they get the message and leave quickly.

He turns his gaze to Marcus, “go to her son. See if she’s ok.” Marcus nods his head before rushing after you.

***

A knock on the door startles you and you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes before touching up your makeup. “Baby, it’s me,”

Marcus whispers softly through the door and you release a shuddered breath before closing your eyes and counting to ten.

With a deep inhale you calm yourself before reaching for the door handle and slowly opening it. Marcus pushes his way in and locks the door behind him, then turns to face you.

His eyes take you in before meeting your gaze, eyes full of sympathy, full of love. “I’m so sorry about her, baby. She should never have been invited but I promise this was the last time that she will ever be around us.”

“It’s fine,” you murmur as you let your gaze wander to the floor. “It’s not fine,” Marcus growled as he reached out a hand and caressed your cheek.

“That bitch doesn’t know what she’s talking about, ok?” He slides his hand under your chin and tilts your head slightly, your eyes meeting his.

“She’s right though. I’m the reason you don’t have a family. I’m broken,” you said with a strangled sob.

“Baby, we’ve been over this. The only family I need is you. That’s it.”

“But - but what if it isn’t enough and then you resent me, I….” You whimper as tears begin to streak across your face.

“God, you infuriate me baby. Yes, you’re a pain in the ass and you drive me absolutely fucking crazy half the time but I won’t ever resent you. I love you. You’re smart, funny, crazy talented at your job and so fucking beautiful, even more so because you don’t actually think so. I’m sorry for every mistake I’ve made, for every harsh thing I’ve ever said, for every time I’ve ignored our problems and let you deal with them on your own. I'm sorry for ever making you think this is your fault. It isn’t. Hell, I might be the reason we can’t get pregnant.”

His hands cup your cheeks as he stares down at you. “I love you. I’ve loved you from our first date and I’m gonna love you until my last breath.”

“Marcus,” you stutter. He pulls you closer towards him placing a hand at the back of your neck, the other grips your waist tight. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby. You are the most important thing to me, I just forgot to show you how much. I forgot to just love you. I won’t make that mistake again.” His breathing is ragged as he finishes his speech, his thumb rubbing along the skin of your cheek.

You take in a shuddered breath as you stare into his eyes. Those beautiful whiskey coloured orbs and you simply nod as a watery smile spreads across your face. “I’ve only ever wanted you, Marcus. Just you.”

He smiles brightly, “yeah?” He asks, his eyes darting between yours.

“Yeah.” He leans in and kisses you passionately, his arms moving along your waist to wrap around you, pulling you into him. A moan escapes your lips at the feel of his hardened length against you.

“Fuck baby. I need you,” he breathes out as his hands grab at your ass. “Can I have you? Right here, baby?”

Words escape you, the burning desire coursing through your veins invading your senses. Marcus wastes no time in turning you around and pushing you against the sink. He angles your hips just right and his hand moves under your dress finding your underwear and ripping them off.

“Gonna fuck you now baby, ok?” He whispers into the skin of your neck.

“Do it. Wanna feel you Marcus, please!” You beg.

He groans into your shoulder as he lines up at your entrance and thrusts up into you. You both moan as you stretch to accommodate him. His pace is brutal. His rough hands grip your waist tight as he fucks the frustration away and you are loving it. You love when he gets like this; completely feral.

“Oh fuck! Marcus…oh god..” you moan loudly. He reaches around and tilts your head so you can see yourselves in the mirror. “Want you to watch me fuck you baby. Wanna see your face when you come.”

His hand snakes down to your clit, rubbing over your swollen bud as he continues to fuck into you. He knows your close - so is he - but he wants to see you come undone first.

“Oh…oh fuck…fuck Marcus I’m….I’m gonna…” you stutter as you teeter along the edge.

He bites into your shoulder, “come on baby, come all over my cock. Wanna feel you.” You come completely undone as your cunt pulses around him. He grunts loudly into your ear as he finishes inside you.

You both just stay like that for a moment, his gaze locked on you in the mirror. “I love you, baby. And I promise you that we’ll get through this together.”

“Together,” you whisper as you tilt your head to kiss him softly. Pulling away, he helps fix you up as he readjusts himself. He kisses you passionately before pulling back and leaning into your ear. “Wanna skip that show and test out that hanging chair?”

“Hell yes. Lead the way, baby,” you purred as you laced your fingers with his. All doubts and insecurities fade as you leave the restaurant. Fuck Theresa Lisbon, you think to yourself as Marcus wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as he hails a cab.

***

Marcus had texted his mom and apologised for leaving but she was having none of it. Messaging back to say that we didn’t have to apologise and to enjoy some time alone.

Which you did.

Many times. And the hanging chair in the study was definitely sturdy.

The following morning, a gentle knock on the bedroom door startled you awake and Marcus groaned tiredly as he shuffled from bed and opened it.

“Mom?” What are you…” Mary pushes her way inside carrying a tray of breakfast, setting it on the bedside locker before sitting at the end of the bed.

You look at Marcus, perplexed as to what she wants but he just closes the door and shrugs his shoulders.

Mary waits until he’s slid back under the duvet and pulled you close before she begins to speak. “I know,” she states as she glances between you both.

“Know what?” Marcus asks nervously, his hand squeezing you slightly. She gives him an incredulous look before rolling her eyes.

“I know that you two were separating. No one said anything before you ask but - a mother always knows. Besides, you two were at each other's throats from the minute you both arrived. Wasn’t hard to put together.” She sighs, her gaze drifting to the sheets bundled in her hands before it meets you both again.

“I’m assuming, from last night, it has something to do with having a baby.” Marcus looks down at you before meeting his mothers gaze and nodding.

“Look, I’m no expert but I have had three children so I know something about it at least. People always assume that when they want to have a baby that all they have to do is have sex without protection and boom, pregnant. That’s not always the case. I didn’t get pregnant with Laura until a year after me and your dad started trying.” Marcus’s face tinges pink at the mention of his parents getting down to business and you can’t help the giggle that escapes your lips.

“Then we had James but that took some months too. With you Marcus, we weren’t even really trying and I got pregnant straight away. What I’m trying to say is that good things take time. Sometimes longer than we expect and sometimes it never happens at all. And that’s ok too. There are other ways to have a baby. All that really matters is that you both love each other.”

She reaches for Marcus’s hand, then yours and she looks between you both with a smile on her face. “It will happen when the time is right and if it doesn’t, you still have each other.”

Marcus looks to you then and smiles, those brown eyes full of love and affection and you know that everything will be alright.

“Ok, I’ll leave you two alone. Take your time and enjoy breakfast.”

“Thanks mom.” Mary winks at you both before closing the door behind her, leaving you alone. “I think she’s right. Maybe we shouldn’t put too much pressure on ourselves and just focus on getting back to where we were as a couple.” Marcus says softly, his thumb rubbing into your hand.

“I agree. Maybe we should go to therapy too, just to - ya know.” Marcus nods his head as he leans in and presses his lips to yours softly. Pulling away he rests his forehead against yours, “let’s just enjoy the next few days and go from there.”

“I love you Marcus.”

“I love you too, baby.”

Part 6

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[josefavomjaaga]

Hi Josefa I hope u're doing well and I hope u had a great holiday season!!! c:

I was wondering if you could tell me anything about Eugène in relation to Jerôme Bonaparte? Since they are quite close in age with Jerôme being younger, I was wondering if they had any relationship to one another, and what they thought of each other. I remember hearing about Jerôme being jealous of Eugène for what he perceived as "receiving special treatment" and being prioritized over him by Napoleon, but there weren't any specific sources linked to this statement and I don't know if there is any credence to it 🤔, Yaggy recommended that I should ask u about it because u know a lot about Eugène ^-^

Thank you, @flowwochair, and all best wishes to you, too. May 2024 have nothing but flowers for you!

Your question reminds me of the looong list of unanswered Asks! in my inbox, and that one of my new year's resolutions was to finally get to them. What can I say? I've never been good with that resolution thingie.

Might as well start with yours.

From what I have read, Jérôme Bonaparte and Eugène Beauharnais originally got along rather fine. They actually went to the same school for some time, the "Collège des Irlandais", and it's quite likely that Bonaparte sent his younger brother to this institution because Josephine's son was also there.

If you remember the timeline for Jérôme's naval career that I once put together for you (please scroll way, way down, it's in one of the reblogs 😊), the author also said a bit about Jérôme's school education. Apparently the two boys, Eugène 15 and Jérôme 12 years old, both lived in that boarding school from January 1796 to April 1797. That means, during the time when both Jérôme's older brother Napoleon and Eugène's mother Josephine were away in Italy.

With regards to Jérôme, I feel like it's also interesting to note that when Joseph and Napoleon left for France in 1779, the three youngest Bonaparte siblings Pauline, Caroline and Jérôme had not even been born yet. And Carlo died a short time after Jérôme's birth. I'm pretty sure the two older brothers felt more like father figures with regards to these siblings.

So, Eugène and Jérôme both had Napoleon as the not-quite-father in their life.

Françoise de Bernardy in her biography of Eugène cites a long letter from Jérôme to Eugène from 26 December 1796, that shows him in best spirits, mentions Eugène's sister Hortense and seems to indicate that the teenagers all got along quite well. Among other things, Jérôme mentions yet another quarrel between the Talliens, informs Eugène that Barras and Carnot expect both Jérôme and Eugène to dine with them despite Madame Campan giving a ball that day, and then goes on bragging about how he had been given a laurel crown by generals and politicians, was put on a table and embraced and applauded by everyone. (And if this happened at Barras', I'm not quite sure how I feel about it.)

According to Bernardy, Jérôme is already "the genuine rascal" that he would later be. Though I would like to put this in perspective, because Eugène at the time also seems to have had everything in mind but school lessons and homework, and according to the memoirs of Arnault, he even was a particularly bad and "stupid" student who drove his teachers to despair. It seems that, at this time, they both were two very charming and very spoilt brats, mostly concerned with girls, hunting trips and being flattered by people who wanted to get in the good graces of general Bonaparte. Jérôme, despite being so much younger, also already comes across as more confident and assertive than docile, polite and often insecure Eugène.

This may already be the main difference between them: Eugène, due to his innate desire to please and to gain the recognition of his new stepfather, will change his ways as soon as he becomes Napoleon's aide de camp and joins him in Italy (July 1797). Jérôme will always only do what Jérôme wants. (And to be honest, I kinda love him for that. Jérôme will always find a way to be a pain in Napoleon's imperial ass.)

I remember hearing about Jerôme being jealous of Eugène for what he perceived as "receiving special treatment" and being prioritized over him by Napoleon

I do not really remember anything about that (but then again, I've only read up on Eugène; this may be the same story from Jérôme's perspective). The closest thing I could find is a remark in the memoirs of Laure Junot about how the Bonaparte brothers would always hold Eugène - despite the fact they could not stand him - up as a shining example to Jérôme, causing the latter to despise his former friend. There also is an anecdote (the source of which I cannot remember atm) about Jérôme being furious because unlike Eugène he was not allowed to join the second Italian campaign (battle of Marengo, 1800), and later demanding Napoleon's sabre from that campaign as a gift in compensation.

Could I imagine that Jérôme was jealous of Eugène? Absolutely. This probably needs to be seen in the context of the Bonaparte-Beauharnais rivalry. The Bonaparte always regarded the Beauharnais as intruders and feared Napoleon might grant them too much money or influence. - Did Jérôme have any reason to? I'm not sure. Jérôme simply was a lot younger than Eugène, so of course Eugène was a step ahead of him in his career. It is also true that Eugène rose in rank very quickly and owed this solely to his stepfather. But in all fairness: so did Jérôme. And while Eugène at some point seems to have started to put in a lot of work and effort, even giving up his comfortable post as Napoleon's aide in order to remain in the military, and while he later as viceroy of Italy often worked from morning until midnight (much to his wife's chagrin), Jérôme seems to have seen his naval career as something of a pleasure cruise trip. Desertion from his post and month-long vacation in the United States included. As to his rule as king of Westphalia, I do not want to judge him because I have not read much about it, and in any case he was given very little leeway from his brother. But fact is: Jérôme was made a king. Eugène was not. So who had reason to be jealous?

I am not aware of much contact between the two of them later during the Empire. Eugène was in Italy since 1805. They may have met when Jérôme came to Italy for an interview with Napoleon, at the time when he gave up on his wife Betsy Patterson. But I am unaware of any reaction from Eugène to that. And later, when Eugène goes to Paris for the first time in almost five years, for his mother's "divorce" proceedings, he finds his house already occupied by - Jérôme. 😁

But the funniest (or saddest?) thing is that, while Jérôme was forced to join the navy very much against his will (as a disciplinary measure after the ill-fated duel with Davout's younger brother), Eugène for his part during his finale exile in Bavaria admitted: "I would have loved to be a sailor."

Thank you for the Ask! and sorry for the long rambling. Asking me about Eugène is a dangerous thing to do because I won't stop blabbering...

[mary-ann84]

Hi everyone

I have been only lurking, reblogging. Responding the best I can.

Have been dealing with a Burn Out since the end of last September. And during that time my sister father inlaw passed away unexpectedly. And my grandmother passed away a few days before her 100th birthday.

It has been a physical and mental rollercoaster to say the leadt so I was not able to write.

But I am so much better then were I was. I have come a very long way. Crawling back up. Having patience is the key wich is sometimes easier said then done.

I have more good days then not so good ones. And I have to keep in mind to keep balance. Wich is hard when you have lots of energy and you feel like you can do a lot.

Also slowly going back into work.

So patience, balance, letting shit go and putting myself first is what I am learning / doing.

I am slowly getting backing into writing

But I need to update my taglist, because I have a feeling there are some people that are on that list who are not on tumblr anymore.

Also maybe you would want to be taken or added.

Now I know Dumblr is a champion at letting people know they have been tagged 2 or 3 years later, but I am hoping people will get this.

Also I was wondering if there is a person or peolpe that would like to beta read my work, because my burn out brain can mis a few things 🙈.

So send me a message if you want to stay, added or removed let me know.

If you are like eehm I thought I was already on there then let me know to.

And if you are like who do you write for and what have you written? Then check out my masterlist.

And lastly to the people who have tagged me, send requests or an ask. Know that I have seen you. I will get to the asks request in due time. To my fellow writers who have tagged me. I have a reading list that I am also getting to.

Just taking my time 😊

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[tarjapearce]

OK, Let's talk. ⚠️

Don't worry, nothing bad 🫶🏻

First of all I wanna thank you all for taking your time in reading, reblogging, making amazing fanarts for the little fics you guys help me create ❤️❤️ and commenting, sharing and brainstorming your ideas with me. (Feel honored to be surrounded with creative people such as yourselves cause I always learn something new 😊)

But must admit, I have left some of the requests aside, and for that I apologize. Got carried away with these little ideas and such, (Might post one later or tomorrow) .

So, I wanna do this. I have like 5 requests pending and would like to get them out this next week so I can focus completely on our main series. (Yes, some are turning series now 👀🤭)

Bad Teachings (Chapter 6 is already planned)

Irisdiscent (Chapter 3 is being plotted)

Mi Dulce Cereza (Miguel Ranchero AU) (Chapter 3 coming soon)

Royal AU! Miguel. (Chapter 2 is being plotted)

Strawberry Jam (Two more chapters to finish)

I'd like to update weekly, so we can have a steady and a bit more organized sort of reading. Also, must update the format of my masterlist, to make the blog a bit more clean looking and you won't have to go through a long ass list ✨.

Once the requests are finished, the closed status will be back to open, so if you want you can make your little requests ♥️.

All of this is to have a better organization and avoid overwhelm or burnout. Will take 10 requests.

Thanks if you read the whole thing 🫶🏻. If you have any doubts, lemme know!

[dreamlessinparis]

The Heart is a Deep Ocean - Last Part

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of the sinking

Warnings for this chapter: Angst, 18+, tender Bucky, fear, catastrophe, flashbacks (in italics), fluff, pain, sadness, happiness, slight open ending, tying up loose ends

A/N:  Beta'd by my dear friend @sparkledfirecracker, thank you my love 😘 I can't believe its over, but I'm very proud of myself for actually completing it. I hope you all like it. There is a flash-forward in this chapter. All mistakes are my own ❤️

Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊

Divider credit to the lovely @firefly-graphics

80 years later

Your hands shook as you flipped to the next page of the scrapbook in your hand, tracing over a photo of Bucky all dressed up. Seeing him like that brought tears to your eyes, blurring the vision of your grandchildren sitting before you. Your daughter stood up from the couch and came to sit next to you, hugging you into her side. 

“You must have been so scared, Mom,” Grant, your firstborn, said from the armchair he was sitting in, his youngest daughter perched on his lap. You nodded, through the tears. 

“It was terrifying,” you responded, falling back into the story. 

There were so few survivors around you and that tugged at your already broken heart. With a blanket atop Bucky’s jacket, you sat watching families reconnect, while others sat distraught at their losses. Some were in shellshock, unable to collect themselves, just staring off into the distance. 

The cold air bit at your face, tears freezing halfway down. Even though you couldn’t put thoughts together, you couldn’t stop crying. You never knew if you’d stop. Everything you owned, including your heart, was on that ship and you had nothing. Going back to your family was not an option you wanted, especially because you knew they’d want you to marry. And the idea of loving anyone else was impossible to fathom. 

Bucky wanted you to survive, and you had to live, finding that will was going to take time. You could do it, even if it seemed hard now, but you could. You owed him that much, to keep his memory alive. 

As you were thinking about what your next steps would be, someone sat beside you. Closer than a stranger should. There wasn’t much energy left in you to scoot away, the plunge into the icy water was draining but you still turned your head to tell the man to back off.

But the words got stuck in your throat.

“Told you I’d find you again, Angel,” Bucky said, smirking playfully down at you. His hair was slicked back from the water, and he had two blankets draped over his shoulders. Yet he looked like he had just come from a photoshoot. Handsome as ever. So handsome and so not real. 

He couldn’t be. You were dreaming, you had to be. Your mind was too far gone, you were hallucinating. There was a yearning to reach out and touch him, your fingers fidgeting in your lap but you were scared. If you touched him, he might disappear. That’s how mirages worked, right? 

You shook your head, “you can’t be real. I’m dreaming. Fuck, I’ve lost it.” 

He chuckled, letting you ramble on with your debate on whether or not he was real. 

Before you could make up your mind, he reached out, cupping your cheek in his warm hand. You leaned into it, shutting your eyes. Everything in you prayed that he would still be there when you opened them. Warm lips touched yours and you fell into the kiss. Your body immediately reacting to him, wrapping your hands around his neck and pressing yourself to his body. 

He used his free hand to wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You broke apart with a gasp but didn’t separate too far, feeling each other’s breath fanning against your faces. Bucky grabbed the blanket that had fallen off your shoulders, wrapping it tightly around the two of you. 

“I’m real, doll. I promise,” Bucky whispered, not wanting to break the spell. Tears fell freely down your face, and he did his best to wipe them all away, “don’t cry, Angel, please. You’re breaking my heart.”

“I thought I lost you,” you admitted, letting out a small sobbing hiccup. “I didn’t know what I was going to do. I’d never felt hurt like this before, Bucky.”

“Oh baby, I know. I felt it too, from the moment your hand slipped from mine to the moment I resurfaced and wasn’t able to find you.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I got pulled into the suction of the boat sinking, yanking me away from you. And when I surfaced, I was on the far side of the wreckage. I could faintly hear you calling but I couldn’t get to you.”

“I was so scared. But I knew you’d want me to fight and so I did.”

Bucky kissed you softly, “my little fighter, I knew you would. I had faith you’d make it and I knew I had to survive for you. So I made myself heard when the boats finally came back around,” Bucky paused, his breath hitching. “When I got to this ship and I couldn’t find you,” he shook his head, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

You nodded, knowing exactly how he felt. 

“With you back in my arms, I feel whole again.” 

A hand fell on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Bucky smiling down at you, wrinkles accenting his handsome face, “and I never stopped feeling whole, not with you in my arms.”

He leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. Just as full of love as that first kiss. You could hear the grandkids groaning about cooties, and your kids shushing them, mentioning something about true love. 

Bucky settled in beside you, taking the scrapbook off your lap, “I married her the day after we landed in New York. I couldn’t spend another day with her as my wife,” he told the kids. “She looked like an angel. Just as beautiful then as she is now.”

“Oh hush,” you chastised him, hiding your face. He still managed to make you feel butterflies after all these years and the life the two of you led had been a wonderful one. Four children, seven grandchildren, countless pets and so many memories. 

It was a life you never thought you’d have when you stepped on that boat, all those years ago. A full life, with everything you could have asked for. 

“Once we got married, we told our families,” you started.

“Who turned out to be more excited for us than we thought they’d be,” Bucky chuckled.

“His family was not a fan of Catherine either.”

“And her family just wanted her wed, no matter who the man was. They thought she was too much of a free spirit.”

This brought a laugh to the whole room, knowing just how much of a free spirit you were. 

“From there we had Grant, and you all know the rest,” you said, and Bucky shut the scrapbook with a smile. 

“I think it’s time for bed,” Grant stated. The rest of your kids agreed as they gathered up the little ones. Each chimed a good night as they headed up the stairs. Your youngest daughter Winnie planted a kiss on each of your cheeks as she left. She had always been a daddy’s girl, making sure to give him an extra hug. 

Bucky stood up, reaching out his hand to help you up. Together you began to head to your bedroom upstairs, on the third floor. 

“I think we did good, don’t you?” Bucky asked as you passed the plethora of photographs and drawings that littered the walls leading up. 

“We got lucky, finding each other when we did,” you smiled. Your hand never left his as you reached the top floor, stopping at a single photo. 

“Lucky, yes,” he agreed. “But life owned us too, with everything we went through. Everything we lost.”

His face was haunted, as he looked at the photo of him and Steve, smiling wide for the camera. You tucked yourself under his arm, snuggling closer to him. “He gave up everything for us, and I think we did a good job repaying him.”

Bucky nodded, eyes full of emotion for his lost friend. “I miss him every day, and I thank him just as often.”

“Maybe we’ll see him soon, Buck.”

Silently he turned to you, and gave you a sweet kiss. One you felt all the way to your toes. He cupped your face, gazing into your eyes. Everything he felt, everything he left unsaid, you could read clearly in them. Love filled every part of your part and it was all because of him. A long life with him was blissfully perfect, despite all the hardships. 

“Maybe you’re right, Angel.”

With that, the two of you headed to bed, falling into a deep slumber in each other’s arms. Like you had every night for the past 80 years. A calm blanket of love and peace enveloped you both.

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[skitskatdacat63]

Hiii CATIE!!!!! HIII

Im pretty pretty sure people have already asked BUT HOW WAS ATTENDING THE US GP LIVE!!!! WAS???? TELL ME!! DO YOU HAVE PICS??? I know I know im late.

I ALSO HOPE YOU GOT HOME SAFE AND SOUND AND THAT YOU ARE RESTING NOW+!!!(I saw the chaos you went through im deeply sorry for you :( )

ANYWAYS HOW WAS THE RACE? HOW WAS EXPERIENCING STROLLONSO LIVE?????? AND omg did you get pics of drivers??? :00

You must must share pleaseeeeee.wax.poet

OH MY GOD ELLE SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!! IT WAS VERY COOL!!!!! VERY SURREAL!!!!!! I've taken a week to answer this but uhhhh yes I am in fact home now 🥰 I got home at like 1 am which was cool....

First of all I have to mention this! I was fighting for my life walking thru the Austin airport(from sleep deprivation), and I had my Fernando hat on my backpack, right? Some girl comes up to me and asks if I'm going to the GP, I say yes. SHE GAVE ME A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET, I COULD'VE SOBBED 🥹 It says on it "wtf is a km", I'm still so happy

COTA was the first race I ever watched, so to be actually at that track and watch a race live there was extremely surreal! Very hot though my god 😵‍💫 I think last year it was pretty hot, right? And my brother kept sending me the temp and it was pretty okay, and then of fucking course the temp leaps up to 89-97°(31-36° Celsius btw) right in time for the gp....so that was nice(I say as I burn in the sun like a vampire. But don't worry I didn't even really tan at all 😭 I always wore a hat and a lot of sunscreen. And meanwhile my brother was literally a lobster)

(This is a long post):

So unfortunately I missed the drivers parade because my brother and I were dying on Saturday night and his friends wanted to go first thing in the morning, and we're like "we will go later actually 😊" and missed it entirely 😭😭😭 but his friends took pics of Mclaren and Aston for me!!!!! But unfortunately I havent gotten them still, so I'll have to reblog this later with those! I took a lot of pictures of the cars I took from behind the fence, which I think I've posted some of? Lmk if anyone wants those!! They're very random, I just thought it was very surreal to see the cars flying past, so I took a million.

The coolest part was definitely running on track after the race was over!!! Soooooo surreal, and so I'm only gonna post pics rn from Sunday(bcs pic limit on phone) and also I think everything else kinda pales in comparison(but of course lmk if there's anything you're interested in seeing 🤭)

Okay and did I see any drivers...? ONLY ONE BUT AAAAHHHH I DID SEE LANDO!!! Not even one of my favs but it was soooooo surreal to see him, even from afar. As you can see above, everyone standing on the fences was blocking the view 🙄, but during the podium, I was focusing my camera btwn their legs and got literally one second of Lando 😭 I think its a pretty aesthetic clip, so I gifed it!!

It was so funny, I went to the gp with my brother and friends, so all these older guys yeah. And I was showing this off to them on the ride home, and his one friend was praising me so much for it 😭😭 like: "oh my god!!!! You could put this in an edit !!! This is so sick!!!!"

Oh one other thing!!! I think I've mentioned it before but my god, my favorite f1 podiums are always the ones with confetti, right?? AND THERE WAS CONFETTI AT THIS RACE!!!

LOOK AT HOW PRETTYYYYY!!!! And so anyways, I picked up so much confetti off the ground and now it lives forever in my phone case 🥰🥰🥰 I have no other room for pics on this post(for now) but oh my godddddddddd most of the confetti were just rectangles BUT THERE WAS ALSO ONES SHAPED LIKE TEXAS!!! SO COOL!!!!! And I also picked up a bunch of tire marbles off the ground!!! And a piece of plastic that probably came off some car. It was so funny when all of us were just scrounging off the ground. My bro's one friend somehow found a piece of carbon fiber, and we're all like "how can I kill him in his sleep and steal this from him..." But no the highlight actually of that process was watching my brother sprint to the podium, but stopping and grabbing a bunch of gravel first to shove in his pocket 😭😭😭

The other two days were fun as well, but also a lot of just dying in the heat and drinking a fuckton of red bull, so there's not too much specifically to say! I really liked hearing the cars. I think if you wanna know what's actually going on in a race, watching from home is better, but hearing the cars go by and seeing them is just so fucking sick. It was so funny to see grown men be like "I think I'm going to cry hearing these cars." I was really flexing on them with "uhhh yeah I've already been to a gp already 🙄🙄"

Anyways I ended the day by breaking bank by buying my dad and myself Fernando shirts because he is of course Fernando's biggest fan 🥰🥰 and I bought the most delicious overpriced lemonade, which I only drank half of bcs my brother proceeded to accidentally elbow it out of my hand....

OH WAIT ONE MORE DETAIL LOL. On Friday, my brother and his friend were waiting in line for smth and I was talking to them outside of the barrier. I look down, hmm theres a red cap abandoned on the ground, I pick it up, it is in fact a Ferrari hat. And that is how my brother acquired a $40+ dollar hat for free. Lucky bastard....I was the who found it!

[harringtonstilinski]

Biggest Regret - Stilinski Twins

Author: @harringtonstilinski​​ Characters: Mitch Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 2,047 Warnings: angst, small bit of fluff Smut: no | yes; Requested: Yes! I hope it meets your expectations, anon friend!​​​ A/N: Hi, friends! I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything that’s not related to ATB, so here’s something I’ve been working on since November. If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Heartbreak. That’s all that I felt today… heartbreak. My boyfriend of 3 years broke up with me… for another girl. The prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on. Her name; Katrina. I saw her every single day. Why? Because she was in one of my classes.

“W-what?” I stammered. “You’re… you’re breaking up with me?”

Mitch nodded, eyes cast down. “Yeah.”

Yeah. That’s all he said.

“Why?” I asked, face scrunched, hurt evident.

He shrugged. “I met someone else. Ended up falling for her, I guess.”

A tear fell down my cheek. I didn’t bother to wipe it away. Not knowing what else to say, I turned around, fully intending on packing his shit.

“Don’t bother,” Mitch said, interrupting my finding of his things. “I already packed my things.”

Slamming the dresser drawer shut, I set my hands on top of the dresser, head hanging down. I sighed, whispering, “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” Mitch asked. I could tell he stepped closer because his voice was more near my ear.

Turning around, my voice was a little louder as I said, “I can’t believe this.” I looked him in his eyes, not seeing an ounce of regret. “You’re seriously gonna throw away three years all because of a girl?”

He closed his eyes, sighing. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“Did you just happen to be studying with her one night and then just… just… I don’t know, kiss her?!” I was full of anger at this point. Actually, I was more than angry. I was enraged. “You cannot stand here and tell me that I’m not worth fighting for. That we aren’t worth fighting for.”

Mitch didn’t say anything at first. When he went to open his mouth, his phone rang, interrupting our moment. He looked down at it, eyes flashing a little bit of relief. Motioning towards the door, he said, “I gotta go. It’s–”

“Katrina?” I asked, arms folded.

He nodded. “Yup.” He picked up his bag, turning to walk out of the door.

I followed him, saying, “You’re gonna regret this one day, Mitch Stilinski. Big time.”

Turning his head to face me with his hand on the doorknob, he said, “Doubt it. She doesn’t make me second guess my every move, my every thought, my every word. She makes me feel like I can say or do anything, and not have any regrets about it.” With that, he turned and walked out of my apartment, leaving me stunned.

I don’t know how it had been before I moved to find my phone, calling my best friend, who answered on the second ring.

“Hey, Y/N/N, what’s–”

“I need to get shitfaced. You up for it?”

~~~

Two Years Later

“Babe, no,” I said. “That’s not right.”

“What do you mean that’s not right?”

“Look, in order to find out why the perp did it, you have to find the motive. Just saying that you know why they did it without having the motive, you basically have no case. You have to find the motive behind the why.”

Stiles looked at me like I had two heads. I sighed as he picked up the case file in front of him, looking at the contents of the folder. He looked back up at me, my face showing a small smirk.

“Will you help me?” he asked, doe-eyes on full display.

I chuckled, standing from my spot at the dining table. “Of course,” I answered, walking over to him and straddling his lap. Setting my hands on his shoulders, I sighed. “I’ll always help.”

He smirked, bringing his hands from my outer thighs to my cheeks, bringing my face closer to his. Our lips met in a subtle kiss. Our lips moved in gentle sync for a moment before his tongue traced my bottom lip, but before our tongues could dance between our cheeks, his phone rang.

I groaned, setting my forehead on his shoulder as he leaned us forward, grabbing his phone from the table. I felt him stiffen after he leaned back, so I looked at him. “What?”

Instead of answering me, he answered his phone. “Dad?”

My brows furrowed as I looked at the man I’d been with for almost 2 years. After Mitch decided to dump me for another woman, Stiles and I went and got shitfaced drunk. I couldn’t remember what happened at the club that night, but what I do remember is waking up next to Stiles the next  morning, clothing optional.  We talked about what happened and decided that we both would wait until I was over his twin before we would give us a chance. A month went by after that night before I had decided to give Stiles a shot. Here we are, two years later.

Bringing me out of my memories, Stiles patted my leg, silently asking me to stand up. “What do you mean, Dad? What happened?” Stiles asked, standing from his chair to pace the area behind the furniture he previously occupied. “Should I–? Even–? Okay. I’m on my way.”

I watched as Stiles hung up the phone, looking at me with somber eyes. “I have to go to the hospital.”

“What, why? Is your dad–”

“Babe, he’s fine. It’s…” he stopped his words, looking down at our feet. 

“Stiles?” I inquired. I placed my hands on the sides of his face. “Tell me. I can handle it.”

He sighed, turning his head to kiss the palm of my hand. “It’s Mitch.” He looked at me, my gaze fuming. “Dad wants you at the hospital, but–”

“Mitch doesn’t want me there,” I concluded.

Stiles sighed again, nodding his head. I sighed, heavily, turning towards the kitchen. “That’s fine,” I said, putting everything away from dinner.

“Y/N/N,” Stiles tried.

“Nope,” I said, dismissively. “Go. Go be with your family.” I turned around to face him, placing a kiss to his lips that he didn’t have to react to. “I’ll be fine. Just gonna clean up and maybe have a glass of wine.”

I heard Stiles sigh as I put our leftovers in containers. “Alright,” he said. “I’ll be back later. If you get tired, don’t wait up for me. I love you.”

I turned around to face him, eyes full of adoration. “I love you, too.”

~~~

I didn’t know why the mention of Mitch put me on edge, but it did. Yes, I knew about the beach attack. I also knew about Mitch’s involvement with the CIA, even though I wasn’t supposed to know.

I only knew because… I also worked with the CIA, just in a different setting. See, while Mitch went out into the field and did all the ass-kicking, I was sitting behind a desk, doing copious amounts of paperwork. Another part of my job? Sniffing out recruits. No, I didn’t sniff Mitch out for Irene Kennedy. She did that all on her own, and while she handled all the hardcore stuff… I handled, what I like to call, the softcore stuff. 

I was about 3 glasses of wine in when my phone rang. Caller ID said that it was Stiles, but when I answered the phone with “Hey, babe,”, it wasn’t his voice that I heard.

“Babe? Why would you–” 

I felt my blood run cold. Mitch. I didn’t say anything else. I just stood, frozen in my spot. Bringing my phone from my ear, I looked at the screen, contemplating hanging up… that is until I heard Mitch’s voice again.

“I asked Stiles if I could borrow his phone. I wasn’t going to call, but… I guess I did anyway.”

“Why?” I asked, without missing a beat.

He was silent for a moment before he said quietly, “I wanted to hear your voice, I guess.”

I let out an incredulous chuckle. “I don’t believe that.”

“Y/N/N–”

“No!” I interrupted. “You broke up with me. You cheated on me. You fell in love with another girl, and broke my fucking heart. Guess who was there to pick up the pieces? Yeah. Stiles. I love him, Mitch.”

“No, you don’t,” he growled. “You don’t love him. You’re using him as a rebound. You–”

Slapping my hand on my outer thigh, I exclaimed, “We got together a year after you left me, Mitch! I genuinely fell for Stiles. I–” I stopped my words, thinking about why we would be having this conversation. “Are– are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“No, you are. You’re fucking jealous. You’re in denial. You regret it.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Or you’re using me as a rebound from Katrina.” I instantly regretted bringing Katrina up after what happened to her. Yeah, it was a hit below the belt, and I shouldn’t have brought it up. I guess part of me wanted him to really regret leaving me. I sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring her up. I know you’re still devastated over losing her–”

“Did you know that I proposed to her? Five minutes before she died, she said yes.”

Looking down at my feet, I quietly said, “I know.”

Mitch was quiet for a moment before he sighed. “Can you come see me? I’m all bandaged up, but… can you please come see me?”

I mulled over it for a few seconds before I nodded, forgetting that he can’t see me. “Yeah. I can come up there. We can talk more.”

~~~

When I got to the hospital, I was nervous as hell. Just thinking about what Mitch would say and if Stiles and their dad were still here. That question quickly became answered as I watched both of them walk out of where I’m assuming Mitch’s room is.

“Y/N?” Stiles asked, facial expression confused. “What are you doing here?”

Sighing, I said, “Mitch wanted to see me. So, I relented and came up here. Hey, Sheriff.” I hugged him, moving back to stand in front of two out the three Stilinski men. “Okay, uhm, I’m just gonna go in there and see what he wants. Shouldn’t take too long.” I walked up to Stiles, pressing my lips to his cheek. There used to be a spark there every time I kissed him, but today… no spark. Damn it.

I didn’t look at Stiles as I passed him, going into Mitch’s room, not wanting to look at him, but when I did, tears sprung to my eyes seeing all the bandages on his arm and leg, IV attached to him.

He held his good arm around, telling me to come to him with the movement of his head. So I did. And it felt right. He held me tight after I got as comfortable as I could on him, careful not to hurt his leg or lay on his IV line.

“I’m sorry,” I quietly sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said. “It’s not your fault. This happens in my line of–”

“Not about you being hurt, about everything else. About Katrina, me and Stiles getting together, just… fucking everything.”

He put a finger under my chin, lifting my head up so that our eyes could meet. “It’s okay. You’re here now, that’s what matters.”

“But your dad told Stiles that you didn’t want me to come see you. Why the change of heart?”

Mitch shrugged. “Maybe I didn’t want to see you to the point where I wanted to see you.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” I lightly chuckled.

“No, but what does, is this,” he said, cupping my cheek to lean down as best he could to catch my lips with his.

There’s that spark. The spark that started to die with Stiles. It’s crazy how I’ve now had both Stilinski boys, but I’ve been madly in love with one since I knew what love was. When we pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine.

“I still love you, ya’know,” he whispered. “I loved Katrina, too, but I think I loved you more. And still do.”

“I still love you, Mitch,” I whispered back. 

Since it was getting pretty late, I laid my head on his shoulder, still being very mindful of his state. I sighed, closing my eyes as I heard him say, “Letting you go was my biggest regret, and I don’t plan on letting you go again.”

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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!

Additional Note: i haven’t posted anything not series related since december... i feel fucking terrible... for those that have stuck around since then, y’all are the real mvp’s!

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​​​Posted on June 14, 2023

[mirra-kan]

TOLKIENOCWEEK: Day 3:

Gaps and Ghosts.

“They must have had very great influence on the history of the Second Age and Third Agein weakening and disarraying the forces of East ... who would both in the Second Age and Third Age otherwise have ... outnumbered the West.”

@tolkienocweek I couldn’t finish the artwork on time (you can see a little preview though) so I decided to write my thoughts down about these two and why am I so excited about their characters. It won’t be an essay, I swear – just a couple of thoughts/ 😊

[English isn’t my native language so I apologize in advance for any kind of mistakes you might stumble upon] So… I won’t quote Tolkien’s essays and letters – guess everyone has already read it more than once. But these two wizards are definitely on my top favorite characters list. Can’t even imagine what they and Faithful Haradrim had to go through to rebel against Sauron, how hard this silent battle was. The battle that no one sang a song about, neither wrote a poem.

People are so quick to judge and Harad and its people easily became a bunch of bad guys. I totally disagree on that. And in his later writings Tolkien highlights the mission Alatar and Pallando carried out. To me, that’s a real heroic action – with no praise and no Numenorians’ descendants involved.

Did they have to encourage people, knowing they will never get back home to their families? How many dramatic stories and heroic deeds might’ve happened in those mysterious lands? Sadly, we’ll probably never know. But Faithful Haradrim and Blue Wizards definitely deserve more recognition and representation, in my personal view.

Also my headcanon is that Morinehtar is a more light hearted one, laughy and bright, while Romestamo definitely has the Asian philosophic approach. So they complete each other and can develop better understanding of things. With that said, I thank you for reading this little text and would like to make a friendly reminder: everything written above is just my personal view, shaped by a great admiration towards Tolkien's Universe and characters. Thanks for reading. Love, Mirra.

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I’m working on several artworks based on Silmarillion setting RN and will post it asap. But I’m new to this updated version of Tumblr and don’t actually understand how some things work. Nevertheless, I’m deeply grateful for all the comments you leave in hashtag section when reblogging my art – that means the world to me! *hugs* PS artworks used in a post can be found in my profile or by #artmirka hashtag in IG.

[supernovafeather]

The Pretext

Leto Atreides x daughter!Reader x Lady Jessica

Content : toddler!reader, protective parents, fluff

Tonight, you are bored. Bored bored bored. You can't sleep due to the loud rain pouring down your window, you are not in the mood to read, no will to go the the kitchen to ask for a hot chocolate or some hot milk with biscuits in the middle of the night.

Maybe you could sneak into your older brother's room to scare him but that would attract some attention from the guards and you are not willing to get scolded by your parents later on. This doesn't sound really wise of you, he is going to start learning how to act by your father's side during meetings this week.

After an hour spent at looking for anything to do in your room then two hours sitting on the ground wrapped in your blankets to watch some documentaries from the Caladan archives, you decide than you could use your age as an excuse. Adults don't really mind when young children say they had nightmares. Maybe you could go to your parents' quarters for the rest of the night.

"My Lady, what are you doing so late ?" The man asks in a serious tone.

Still coated in your blanket you waddle with difficulty towards your door, your eyes heavy with sleepiness obvious to one of the guards looking down at you.

"I can't sleep due to nightmares. I need Father and Mother." You say with a pouty face.

"Let me at least escort you to them my Lady." He says as he catches you up. "Do you want me to carry your blanket ?"

The guards exchange a few words and you are already patting away with your slippers in sheep wool and blanket being dragged down behind you.

You have never managed to pronounce that word but you feel like you did it mostly right as his firm and professional "thank you my Lady" comforts you in your role. Your dad always taught you to treat everyone fairly and you are proud of yourself.

"No thank you sir, I appreciate your considererdration."

Once arrived at the corner, the guard gives you your blanket back then knocks at the door as you wrap yourself in the warm fabrics. Your eyelids are getting incredibly heavy and soon you start to doze off, the guard's hand resting on your shoulder to keep you by his side.

Even when the door opens you don't react much, only listening with a distracted ear.

"Sire, I escorted this young Lady. She had some nightmares and asked to come to you."

"Poor girl." She sighs as you hear them joining the bed to surround you. "I knew she would get upset with that storm."

Your father tells you something you don't understand as you feel yourself getting lifted in his arms, your cheek resting on his shoulder as he adjusts his grasp around the fabrics. After a few sentences exchanged between them you yawn a bit, appreciating now the feminine arms holding you as the doors close like by themselves behind you. Your mother's soft voice is lulling you gently as you remain unbothered when she lies you down in their bed.

The beard on your face makes you grimace as he kisses your cheek and soon you feel your mother pressing you against her, her fingers running through your hair.

"I'll get her a maid to stay there in the morning." The Duke whispers as he gets back onto his bed. "She was falling asleep on her feet."

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

@salome-c @stevenngrant @lavenderluna10 @one-hell-of-a-disappointment @dailyreverie @thecursivej @lady-targaryen @general-latino @harrys-tittie @laura-naruto-fan1998 @later-gators12

[majorsarcasm19]

hi okay so

you know those mutuals where like...they've just? always been there?

like you dont really know them, you've never personally interacted with them, and lord knows you cant remember when you ever started following them or what fandom it was for or any of that

but every so often you see them around, kinda like two dudes in high school who high five when they pass each other in the hallway

and even if you leave tumblr for years you come back and see them on your dash or activity and its just like "oh hey you're still here!! its good to see you!!!"

well for a long while, that has been!! you!!

especially as i swing wildly through hyperfixations, it always is such a joy to see you around and to know that i haven't managed to scare you off yet 😅

but the thing is, i dont think i ever quite realized just how long we've been mutuals, you know?

oh sure i figured it was before i took a bit of a hiatus a few years back, but i really wouldnt have been able to tell you anything more specific than that.

not that it has ever mattered - seeing your username no matter how long i had been away from the hellsite has always brought me great comfort! almost as if a signal that yup, the place you know is still here

but what i didnt know was just how long it HAD been?

anyways, a friend and i were just talking about when we had joined tumblr, and it started me going back through my archive and looking at some of the first posts i ever reblogged

when out of the corner of my eye i saw:

i...

october 3, 2012.

eleven and a half years.

can you believe that? how quickly the time has gone, and yet it also feels like it was a distant lifetime ago?

how tumblr has grown and changed in the last eleven and a half years, how fandoms have grown and changed, how we have changed?

but also, for me, the craziest thing?? is that i joined tumblr on september 30th, 2012. and barely four days later, and i had already found and followed you.

i just...

i don't know, it struck me, you know? how amazing it is that two strangers could quietly bump into each other on occasion for so long, that it becomes such a part of your life that you don't even realize it. that the things that stay constant, no matter how occasional, can bring such comfort and joy

that you have been here with me for my entire tumblr journey - from my earliest superwholock days until now.

...anyways, i didn't really mean to ramble, i just wanted to say, after eleven and a half years:

hi!

you're great!

im happy that you're here!

and i hope you have an AMAZING DAY!!!

and i cannot WAIT to continue to see you around!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

with love,

em / whollyjoly / misspizazz / whatever the hell else i've been over the years 🥰

Oh my freakin fuck, it's been that long?!?! It's been an absolute delight bumping into you throughout this Tumblr journey, and I'm more surprised I haven't scared YOU off, especially after my not-so-brief hiatus from the site then sudden return screaming about... fuckin...? Idk.

HOWEVER! You are also great! I'm happy you're here too!!! It's been a DELIGHT watching your blog evolve over the years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thank you SO much for this absolutely adorable reminder and sticking with me on this long ass train ride around the internet 😊💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

with love,

Maxine 😊

[fentrashcat]

Tourettes Awareness Month, day 8!

I forgot how time works and let days 6 and 7 pass wo a post 😅

Today I think I'm just going to talk about my family and how they react to my Tourette's.

Soft TW for some ableism, but it was from ignorance not malice.

⚠️Everyone who has TS or tic disorders will have different experiences, this is just mine.

Grandma

I want to preface this with the fact that my grandma didn't mean anything by this but it was kind of hurtful right after I got diagnosed. When she found out she said "oh I know what that is! There's this guy who comes to the shops and stomps around and chants dirt words under his breath, [grandma's friend] said he has that. Does this mean you're going to start cursing all the time now?"

Now I cursed like a sailor already, but never around my family, ESPECIALLY never around my grandma, and as a newly diagnosed 17yo, that made me really anxious.

Later one when I developed my "duck-duck" tic the first time she heard it she asked "was that what I think it was" and I clarified it was DUCK not FUCK. For the next week or so afterwards, anytime she heard it she'd be like "oh its still good, okay". I made some kind of comment (I don't remember it now, but knowing me I made a joke of it) about how I'd be upset if my happy tic was vulgar, and she stopped mentioning it.

Also when she found out sudden loud noises trigger tics (and saw me ticcing myself dizzy bc thunder), she would always tell me to come over if storms were too much for me, since we live nearby, or she'd text to make sure I was okay in big storms.

Grandpa

So my grandpa has had a lot of growth in the past few years regarding mental health and disabilities, and a lot of it is because he's been around me more. He was often the one to drive me home when I had tic attacks at work. He used to pressure me a lot about not being able to drive, but after seeing how twitchy I get with bad drivers, he kind of dropped it 😅.

I also ended up talking to him about the trouble I had trying to get disability, and later that day he sent me some resources. He also started asking and trying to learn more about my TS, although his timing wasn't always great as he'd ask me during an attack so I usually couldn't answer right away.

Also when I mentioned that I had a good day while at the disability evaluation and should've gone on a bad day he said something like "Yeah, sitting here talking to you like this I'd never know, but I've seen it when it get bad, and it's rough".

Mom

My mom isn't diagnosed but gets tics, it's usually either echolalia, or a response to mine. She mimics the generic Samsung text tone (but hasn't changed it), and will answer some of my tics with something kind of related. A "duck-duck" from me might get a "goose" from her, my "ding" causes her to "dong", my "bing" gets her to "bong".

Whenever I get ticcy around her she tries to help, either distracting me, getting me somewhere I can calm down, or reminding me I don't need to apologize or suppress if she notices me doing that.

I'm running out of energy so just doing these ones for now, might do a part 2 with my Aunt, Cousin, and Baby Cousin. For now though thank you for reading, and feel free to leave an ask if you have any questions 😊

Also forgot to mention if you check out the fentics tag below there's more stuff on tics and Tourettes that I've posted or reblogged.