#impeccable vibes in the chat

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SHERLOCK HOLMES???

[cursedfortune]

What qualities does Mortem value in other people?

@swordduels me: unable to find the two asks i've answered similar to this that were well written so pls forgive me

Ambition. At least, that's the closest translation she can provide. Her entire purpose revolves around the potential of life and uplifting it - in order to keep entropy properly motivated. A constant flow of change through destruction and chaos is just as valuable as nursing the progression of beings in times of peace.

Ambition is the closest trait to this. Morality means nothing. She'll favor a villain just as easily as she could favor a hero - or just a nobody getting by who is reaching their full potential even on just a mundane level.

The runner up is a person's curiosity and open-mindedness. A being that seeks knowledge and desires to understand those around them - whether it's people or the world/universe she'll pay more attention to.

What goes hand in hand with the above, unfortunately, are those morally grey or chaos leaning - because they are the individuals that kick start change. Whereas she finds morally good individuals are necessary but they are reactionary roles and often narrowly focused upon those morals. Those she has aided or mentored who were morally upstanding she followed through with aiding but so few actually made a personal impact due to her nature. Morally grey individuals (some range of neutral) are those that comes the closest to understanding her nature. Likewise, the less morally upstanding individuals she understands regardless if they understand her - but they speak an alike language. Ambition and power. So they'll often be easier for her to engage with and naturally hold more favor over reactionary roles.

At the end of the day, though, it really comes down to if one is striving to accomplish whatever purpose their soul has set upon them. It doesn't matter if it's just having your business to being a ruler of some kind - the scale matters little as long as the individual is utilizing their potential as much as possible.

[candycandy00]

This is my first time really interacting on here, but I really love you work so I just had to request something.💜💜

Character: Nanami

AU Setting: Masquerade ball

Spice Level: NSFW

Mood: Your choice

Kinks: Degradation and size difference

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Non Curse AU. Degradation. Dirty talk. Size difference. 

Part of CandyCandy’s 2k Followers Event! Any feedback at all is adored! Dividers by @benkeibear.

 The stranger at the open bar is looking at you again. He’s totally your type, with his slicked back blonde hair and impeccably tailored black suit. He’s tall, muscular but not too bulky, and he stands there holding a drink in his large hand as his eyes slide over to you again. He’s wearing a black silk mask that covers the top half of his face, the sort most of the men are wearing at this swanky masquerade ball for bored rich assholes. 

You’re just here for the free drinks and food. Your uncle’s tech start up recently hit it big, so he got an invite to this party two weeks ago. “New Money”, they probably called him. But of course his perpetually single ass didn’t have a date, so he invited you to be his plus one. He even bought you a fancy cocktail dress, in shimmery fuchsia with a low neckline and high split up to the hip. You topped it off with a matching lace mask. 

When the two of you walked in, your uncle patted your back and jokingly told you to “go nab yourself a rich guy”. You smiled and grabbed a glass of champagne from a tray being carried by a server. 

That was over an hour ago, and you’ve barely seen your uncle since then. You spotted him a couple of times, chatting with other tech business bigwigs, but otherwise you’ve been on your own. You don’t mind. The food is fabulous and the drinks are plentiful. 

Then there’s the handsome stranger who keeps looking your way. You can see his eyes through the holes in his mask, can watch them travel up and down your body as you move across the room. There’s a dance floor where some of the early 20’s folks are dancing, so you head over and put on a little show. You may not be used to fancy places like this, but you go to clubs with your friends every weekend, so you know how to shake your ass to some music.

It worked. The stranger’s full attention is on you, his eyes practically glued to your every move. You wish he would just come over and dance with you, but you suppose he’s too mature for that. He gives off a totally different vibe from the young guys who hang around you at the club. 

Feeling emboldened by his hungry gaze, you work your way over to the bar and stand a few feet away from him, tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. You fan yourself as if you’re hot after dancing, hoping your perfume drifts over to him. 

Within seconds, he moves closer to you, leaning back against the bar casually as he asks, “Who did you come with?”

Are you that obviously out of place? You smile at him. “Who says someone didn’t come with me?” you say teasingly, sipping your fruity drink. 

“Just a hunch,” he replies, glancing at you sideways. 

You point to your uncle across the room. He’s laughing a little too loudly, being just a tad too clingy to the bear-like man standing next to him. You hope they’re hitting it off. “My uncle didn’t have a date, so I tagged along.”

The stranger smiles faintly. Was that his way of finding out if you’re single? His eyes roam blatantly up and down you again. You hope he’s enjoying the closer look. You certainly are. He’s tall enough to tower over you, and his warm, honey-colored eyes draw you in. He’s the kind of man you want on top of you at the nearest opportunity. 

“Are you enjoying the party?” he asks, moving even closer to you. He smells expensive. 

“The drinks and the food? Yeah. Not sure about the people yet,” you say with a grin. 

“Oh? This isn’t your usual crowd?”

You turn your whole body to face him. “Not really. I don’t usually hang around snobby rich jerks. But maybe a few of them are alright.” You say the last part playfully, looking him up and down the way he did you. 

His eyes flick down to your chest, as if tracing the dipping neckline, then return to your face. “Perhaps we could talk in one of the private rooms, and you can find out if I’m ‘alright’.” 

You feel your heartbeat getting faster as your excitement builds, but you maintain your breezy attitude. “Private rooms? Are we allowed to go in those? The owner of this house might not like that.”

The person throwing this lavish party is also the owner of this ridiculously huge mansion. Your uncle mentioned their name but it didn’t seem important at the time. 

The stranger smiles again. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

He holds out his hand, and you take it, trying to keep your breathing steady as he escorts you through the room. He keeps pace with you, probably walking more slowly than he’d prefer, and moves in such a way that it seems like he’s clearing the path for you. Such a gentleman! You really hope he’ll be fucking you like a whore soon. 

As the two of you step into a hallway, you notice the marble floors and the walls lined with paintings. “Look at this,” you say. “Who actually needs all this? It’s obnoxious.”

The stranger chuckles. “You really think so?”

You stop to look at a Chinese vase. It probably cost more than your apartment and your car combined. “All this stuff is beautiful, but I heard the owner lives here alone. He has to get lonely in this giant house, right?”

The stranger regards you for a moment, then says, “He probably does. Maybe he even throws these parties just to have some company.”

You think about his answer. “If that’s the case, I feel bad for him.”

The stranger says no more on the topic, instead leading you into what appears to be some sort of dressing room with an enormous walk-in closet. It’s exactly the kind of room you imagine a stupidly rich guy would get dressed in. There are multiple full length mirrors, high quality lighting, and a display case showing off dozens of expensive looking watches. 

You turn to look at the stranger as he closes the door behind him. He holds out his large yet elegant hand to you again, and when you take it, he suddenly pulls you close, right up against his body. Oh god, he’s so firm and strong! He leans his face down and kisses your lips, both of you still wearing your masquerade masks. His hands slide across your back, one of them moving down to squeeze your ass. 

He pulls away and looks at you, his dark eyes peering into yours. “What would you like me to do?” he asks, his voice low. 

You lean in closer to him, pressing yourself to his warm, sturdy form, and whisper, “I want you to wreck me.”

He puts both hands on your shoulders and, not too hard but not too gently, pushes you down to your knees in front of him. He unbuttons his sleek black pants as he says, “Let’s put that annoying little mouth to good use.”

Oh fuck. How does he know exactly what you’re into? Maybe you give off a vibe. You watch with anticipation, licking your lips, as he pulls out his beautiful, massive cock. Is everything about this man as sexy as possible? From the color to the shape to the thick, delectable meatiness, his cock is gorgeous. 

You don’t waste any time. You lean forward and run your tongue over it, spreading your saliva around, before wrapping your lips around it. You take him so deep, it feels like he’s halfway down your throat, and you love the fact that there’s going to be a hot pink lipstick stain around the base of his cock. 

His hand is in your hair, grip firm but not harsh. “You’re practically swallowing me,” he says. “You must’ve been hungry for cock all night. Is that why you put on that lewd little show for me on the dance floor? So you could end up on your knees for me?”

You look up at his face, your mouth still stuffed full, and mumble a whiny “mmhmm” around his cock. You can see his eyes widen slightly behind the mask, feel his fingers flexing within your strands. You move your head back and forth, fucking him with your throat, fighting back gags, your tongue swirling around him the whole time. 

And when he reaches his limit, he pulls your head back and says, “Open wide.”

You’re happy to obey, sticking your tongue halfway out of your mouth to give him a proper place to aim. When his warm cum hits your tongue and lips, you slowly swirl it around your mouth, giving him time to see it pooled inside before swallowing it. 

He loosens his tie and then lowers himself to his knees in front of you before unbuttoning his shirt, leaving both it and his jacket on but open. You can see his toned torso, can feel how damp your panties have become. He slides the straps of your dress down, revealing your breasts, and then leans down to take one hard nipple into his mouth. You moan as you dig your fingers into the fabric of his jacket. 

The stranger eases you onto your back on the floor, then pushes your shimmering dress up to your waist. It’s the most expensive dress you’ve ever worn, and right now you don’t give a shit it gets dirty. He slides down your lace panties and opens your legs, looking down at your wetness with a somewhat self satisfied smile. 

“So wet for me,” he says as his fingers probe your depths. “Such a little slut, getting soaked for a man who’s face you haven’t even seen.”

Ahhh, fuck, his voice turns you on so much! His fingers rubbing circles into your clit are driving you wild. You want him, no you need him inside you! 

“Please,” you whine, tugging him closer. 

He withdraws his hand and lifts your hips off the floor, pulling your lower half into his lap, his thick cock resting against your needy pussy. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes, please!” you cry, wiggling in his lap, desperate for some friction. 

He has mercy on you, positioning himself at your entrance and then plunging inside. You gasp in pleasure, arching your back as he begins thrusting into you. 

“So tight,” he groans, gripping your thighs. “You’re clenching me so hard… so desperate… Fuck, you’re the cheapest whore I’ve ever had! You probably would’ve paid me for this cock!”

“Ahhh! Yes, I’m a whore for you! Please fuck me harder!” you scream, feeling your climax approach as he repeatedly hits your g-spot. When he slams into you one more time, you feel the pleasure wash over you as you cum, moaning and trembling. 

He gives a few more pumps, then completely buries himself inside you as he cums, filling you up so well. 

You both pant as he pulls out and stands up, buttoning his clothes. He then extends his hand to you again and helps you to your feet. While you straighten your dress and pull your straps back up, he looks at you somewhat sheepishly and says, “I hope I didn’t go too far with my words.”

You blink in surprise, then laugh. “Oh, don’t worry about it! I was into it.”

He smiles. “I thought so. I’m glad.”

You open your mouth to respond, but there’s a sudden knock on the door. The stranger walks over and opens it. A man in a server’s uniform is standing in the doorway, looking frazzled. 

“There you are, sir! We’ve been looking all over for you!” the server says breathlessly. 

“Oh? And what do you need?” 

“We’ve run out of champagne! Your guests are getting irritated!”

The stranger pats the server’s back. “Send Ryusuke to buy more immediately. Everything will be fine, I’ll go talk to the guests.”

The server seems to relax. “Thanks, Nanami-san.”

You watch the scene, trying to keep your jaw from dropping. Now you remember the name of the host, the man who owns this huge mansion that you’ve been shit talking all night. 

Nanami turns to look at you over his shoulder, a sly grin on his face. “Will you be accompanying me back to the ballroom?”

You smile back at him. “Of course. I might get lost in this stupidly huge house otherwise.”

He takes your hand. “Perhaps if you started visiting on a regular basis, you could learn your way around.”

You walk out the door with him. “That would probably work, Nanami-san.”

[many-shades-of-violence]

as your college roommate(s)

✢ content warnings: none

✢ characters: Smoker, Law, Corazon, Doflamingo, Shachi & Penguin

Smoker, majoring in Criminal Justice, embodies the essence of a "no-nonsense roommate," maintaining a room that reflects military precision in its impeccable organization and strict "no clutter" policy. Unleashing his wrath is not advised.

A punctual roommate, Smoker is always on time for everything, from classes to laundry, showcasing his commitment to discipline and order.

Beyond his room's physical discipline, Smoker takes on the role of the de facto organizer of the shared home. His talent for planning and coordination extends to home logistics and meticulously planned road trips.

During finals, Smoker transforms into a reliable study partner, demonstrating a disciplined approach that proves invaluable for those seeking constructive criticism during group study sessions and exam preparations.

Law

Law, the quiet and mysterious roommate, immerses himself in his own world surrounded by medical textbooks and anatomy diagrams, reflecting his major in Medicine.

A go-to person for minor injuries and health concerns, Law's medical knowledge becomes particularly appreciated during stressful exam seasons or, for some, PMS woes.

Law's hidden quirky sense of humor occasionally surfaces, catching roommates off guard with unexpected jokes and sarcastic comments, often shared in passing in the kitchen.

While Law may not actively organize study sessions, his room remains a haven for consultations, offering a quiet space for focused discussions despite the closed door.

Corazon

In university, Corazon studies art, transforming the room into a mini art gallery with his side adorned with paintings, sketches, and various craft projects.

Hosting small gatherings for art sessions, Corazon's free-spirited nature influences roommates to discover their own creative sides, fostering an atmosphere of self-expression.

Corazon assumes the role of peacemaker within the roommate group, mediating conflicts and promoting a harmonious living environment.

During exam season, Corazon's calming presence transforms the room into a serene space. As a sought-after study companion, he breaks down complex topics and, if unable to assist with content, ensures study breaks are accompanied by snacks.

Doflamingo

Doflamingo, majoring in performing arts, infuses the room with his flamboyance, turning it into a vibrant and bold space with colorful decorations and ever-changing styles.

The eccentric and flamboyant roommate, Doflamingo's outgoing personality doesn't overshadow his surprising focus when tackling studies, often burning the midnight oil on ambitious projects.

The room becomes a hub for extravagant parties, establishing it as the go-to spot for social gatherings on campus.

Doffy's unconventional study methods include impromptu motivational speeches and mnemonic devices. Those who can't handle the drama are advised to steer clear to save themselves from potential headaches.

Shachi and Penguin

Shachi and Penguin, nursing majors and childhood friends, bring a laid-back and easygoing vibe to the living space, filling their rooms with comics, CDs, and musical instruments.

The dynamic duo turns mundane activities into adventures, infusing a playful energy into everything from grocery shopping to doing laundry.

Despite their carefree demeanor, Shachi and Penguin are incredibly supportive friends, always ready to assist with assignments or lend an ear during late-night chats.

Their laid-back attitude extends to studying, making the experience enjoyable. With Shachi's logical approach complementing Penguin's creative thinking, they offer a well-rounded study experience as deadlines approach.

[sweet-s0rr0w]

You recs are lovely thank you so much for your effort

Oh, anon, thank you so much! I'm not sure if you're referring to my travel reclists (which badly need updating, wah) or because you saw my (ill advised and rapidly deleted) reply to the rude anon I got the other day who accused me of only reccing my friends' fics. The third ask like that I've had in two years, how delightful! But either way, thank you anon, what a lovely message and it made me feel all warm and appreciated <3

This whole 'you only rec your friends' stuff is especially funny to me because a lot of the fics I regularly rec are written by people I started chatting to because I specifically DMd them like a fangirl after loving something they wrote. So reccing my friends then becomes sort of a self-fulfilling prophecy, iyswim! So with exactly that in mind, and for you, lovely anon, here are a few 2023 recs of fics by friends who I made exactly like that AND the first of their fics that made me laugh, cry and jump into their DMs:

🌟Terrible People by @wolfpants and @getawayfox (E, 53k) I finished this a couple of days ago at ridiculous o'clock in the morning, and it was so worth the lost sleep! Cruise ship antics, very lush and vibrant, with a big travel component, truth or dare and some meddling (but endearing) friends!

😍First met Wolf because I loved The Hollow (E, 13k, Dremus)

🌟LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 43k), an absolute favourite from this year's Wireless featuring impeccable California vibes, magical films, sex magic, and some brilliant OCs (eg. the unforgettable Eldritch Horror librarian).

😍First met El because I loved A Case of You (E, 97k)

🌟Rich Friend by @sorrybutblog (E, 19k), wealthy louche non-magic-using musician Dragon (Draco) brings Harry on tour. Banter and feelings and excellent smut ensue!

😍 First met iota because I loved Not Nineteen Forever (E, 6k)

🌟The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 15k), one of my faves from Dronarry fest, Drarry to Dronarry, with absolute chefskiss past one-night-stand Dron, plus a little bonus Charlie (who doesn't love bonus Charlie?!)

😍 First met Elaine because I loved any day now (E, 17k)

🌟Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (M, chapter 3/9, currently 11k, WIP - but completed bar editing). Non-magical AU where Drarry are rivals competing for the final seat in the Oxford boat for the famous race against Cambridge. Brilliant slow-burn, and the characters feel really close to canon despite the obvious location difference. (and this one is the fic that had me DMing citrusses!)

Anyone else want to tell me about fics they read that were so good they couldn't help jumping into someone's DMs to make friends?

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale’s Top Ten: Most Slay Akuma 2023

Rules:

1. The Akuma will not be rated on effectiveness. They are being rated solely on their aesthetic.

2. The more relevant their Akuma form is to their power, the more points

3. The way the akuma Carry themselves Matters

4. The more the Akuma reflects the users personality adds points.

5. Motive doesn’t matter, but if it can be added to the asthetic, points will be given

6 Akuma only, not sentimonsters, or miraculous forms (akumatized miraculous are different)

7. Show forms only. No comics or video games (but If we did include games, Clonika makes the list)

This is my list of answer for @anna-scribbles and @sha-nwa on what akuma’s slay.

My campaign for them I say

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10. Party Crasher

While the pink Afro and blue skin may seem a bit ridiculous. The Discoball asthetic goes hard. Plus the link to his abilities and his fresh dance moves makes him slay

9. Truth

While I wish the color was more vibrant, the fit reminds me of a determined Symbiote Spider-Man. Boy was on a mission and what slays more than the truth? (8 other things)

8. Chat Blanc

An akumatized cat that slays (Litterally). Also the recolor works cause it goes all out with it. The blue eyes especially. It works and people just want to be contrarian.

7. Desperada

The musician kills it with the aesthetic. The fit is clean and if I had to fight her, I wouldn’t mind doing so 25,317 times. Plus the Dia de los muertos vibe is epic and makes me want to watch Coco

5&6th tie

Wishmaker and Reverser

I can’t pick between these two, so they jointly occupy 5th and 6th. Wishmaker’s Glitter and slick mask make him kill in the moment. While reverser’s white and black symmetry is perfection. They both kill with the black and white color scheme and it makes it impossible to choose.

4. Penalteam

This is Chloé’s best akuma design.

I don’t care about miracle queen or Queen banana and while I don’t care for this episode… this design is impeccable. The soccer asthetic, her signature Yellow and gold. It’s such a perfect fit for the sporty akuma.

3. YanLuoShi

While the Shanghai special had some ups and downs, you can’t deny the utter Badassery of this akuma. The glowing eyes and armor. The Kaiju size, the menacing stare. The power this form exudes is incredible and I think it’s one of the most slept on akuma forms.

2. Darker Owl

Imagine taking a creative akuma form and making it more streamline and adding a glorious mustache to it. Darker owl is Darkowl perfected. He is one of the few akuma form upgrades and it works flawlessly. Darker owl taking I inspiration from Batman beyond and also just look at that BEEF! This is the asthetic of badassery

1. Safari

Lara craft appeared in Miraculous ladybug and I FUCKING LOVE IT. Nathalie’s fit is perfect. This is the best form she’s had. Giving her cool weapons, the dark scalera. The outfit is both simple yet says everything. Girl is hunting miraculous and she gonna get it

[bippot]

Hello!!

First off, your work is some of the best I’ve seen on Tumblr. I read all of your TGM ones today because I am obsessed 🤩

Anyway, can you do one where the reader (Callsign Hailstorm) reunites with Bob after flight school and they are so happy to see each other after losing contact. Then they ultimately fall in love and one thing leads to another? I would prefer if there was some smut with light praise kink but you don’t need to if you don’t want to :)

Have a nice day!

Summary: After not seeing each other for years, Bob reunites with his old friend for the mission and they pick up right where they left off - desperately yearning for the other's love.

Ps. Took the praise kink bit and ran with it, hope you don't mind that it veers further up the 'light' spectrum than I first intended to, I apologise if that's not your vibe.

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Love Confessions, Old Friends, Gyms

Music recommendation: Latch by Disclosure

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

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It went without saying that the gyms in Fightertown were impeccable. With the mass amount of big headed and big muscled pilots, there is a need for equipment for them to show off. And, boy, do they like showing off. Headquarters had everything needed to stay in peak condition.

Y/N usually stayed to the edges in an effort to leave the limelight for her more cocky colleagues and her stint in San Diego was no different. She'd been a little late with her arrival back at Top Gun and was yet to meet her fellow aviators.

Bob, on the other hand, was the first to arrive. He sat in the Hard Deck for a while, just silently munching on his peanuts and hoping to see someone he recognised. It seemed his luck was nowhere to be found as every single person in khaki was a stranger to him.

Then Phoenix finally noticed he was there, and boom, acquaintances had been acquired.

Hangman quickly started spouting shit about working out because he wanted to, and he was not mincing his words, "all of us should go to the gym together so I can feel really good about myself when Rooster over there can't lift as much as I can. Hell, I can bench double what he can." Jake pointed to Bob with a smirk, but the wizzo didn't react. He just raised an eyebrow.

Despite how rude Hangman had been, the group all agreed to go with him. Even the guys who hadn't been able to make it to the Hard Deck and had been added to the group chat.

"Hailstorm! Missed you last night, slut," Jake cheered when Y/N made her entrance. She rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as he held his arms out for a hug.

"Hey, whore." She pulled back and took a glance around at the other pilots. Javy she knew. Looked like Fritz was off in the corner with some guy with a cool moustache. Harvard was over on the treadmill.

Once she'd got the lay of the land, she simply explained, "My flight was late so I missed the inevitable moment that you insulted just about everyone."

"I did not."

"Jake."

"I may have insulted some people." That Cheshire grin that he got so often appeared and he shrugged his shoulders playfully.

When she'd briefly been stationed with Jake, she'd quickly learnt to deal with his teasing nature. Some of their colleagues at the time weren't as easy-going as Y/N and Javy, so the great Jake Seresin didn't have many supporters amongst his peers. Many of them didn't realise that underneath all that bravado, there was a guy who had real trouble expressing himself. His insults were an awful attempt at making friends, even if he claimed otherwise.

The total opposite of Jake was just about to walk back from the bathroom and squealed out, "Shortstack?"

She immediately turned at the sound of Bob's voice. "Booby!" Y/N replied, completely unashamed about their nicknames for each other, and flung herself at Bob. He reciprocated the hug with pink cheeks and squeezed her affectionately. "Been a long time, Rob."

All the other pilots couldn't believe the reaction she'd gotten from Bob. He had barely said a word since they'd met him but twenty seconds in Y/N's presence and he was fully rambling.

"It's been so long... Y/N, you're here for the mission? Wait, that's a stupid question because obviously you are. Why else would you be here if you weren't?.... I didn't see you at the Hard Deck. Did you go? I kept an eye out just in case. Always do. Crazy that I'm still speaking, probably should stop so you can say something back, you know, like how conversations go. Not that I'm saying that you don't know how to have a conversation... We've had many before, so many. You don't need to prove to me that you can hold a conversation... not that you need to prove anything, and I mean anything, to me."

Jake gave him a look.

"I'm going to shut up now."

Even if she wanted to hold back her giggle, she wouldn't have been able to. Y/N let it fall past her lips and Bob realised how much he'd missed that sound from her. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks and he rested his forehead onto her shoulder with a soft laugh.

"How do you and baby on board know each other?" Jake had to ask, curious about this new side of the meek and quiet wizzo.

"Robbie was my personal encyclopaedia during flight school," Y/N answered smoothly. "Seriously, this guy is like a sponge when it comes to information. Our study sessions were the only thing that helped me pass."

It was mostly the truth. Y/N would've passed anyway, but being around Bob encouraged her to be better than passing. Both of them had been in the top of their class and worked damn hard to get there.

If they weren't up in the air, the pair could be found with their work spread out over the table of a local diner, slurping down milkshakes while they worked. And, though they weren't aware of it, they always used to take turns stealing glances at each other.

Shit, it seemed as if those feelings hadn't gone away in their time apart.

They chatted whilst working out next to each other. Nothing was too menial or mundane to talk about, especially since they hadn't spoken in years and desperately needed to update the other about their lives. All throughout the exercise, Jake could hear Bob and Y/N laughing and joking like old buddies. Because, well, they were.

One look and anyone could tell that Bob still was head over heel, and judging by how much she blushed and giggled, it was pretty obvious the feelings were mutual. Y/N was not so subtly swooning as Bob easily did press ups, but get this, to impress her he went all out and used just one hand.

"Booby, when did you get so strong?" Y/N complimented as soon as she saw his biceps in action. He gave her a shy smile, totally glad that he'd gotten the reaction he wanted from her.

Then she dropped down on her knees beside him, preparing to do a push up. Bob stopped for a second and she knew what he was going to say. "Nu-uh, I'm not doing one of those. I'm a traditional when it comes to push ups," she said, shaking her head defiantly. Jokingly, she added, "I'm just a frail, dainty little lady. Couldn't possibly do such a thing."

"Just try to do one? For me?" He pleaded, smiling at her. It took Y/N less than three seconds to agree and held herself up with one hand, slinging the other across her back.

Slowly, Y/N lowered herself into the push up. That was the easy bit. The actual push up part was where things could go wrong. But, it didn't. Admittedly, she was wobbly when she used all that Navy strength she'd acquired over the years to push herself back up.

"Perfect! Knew you could do it, shortstack. So good, you're, like, amazing at everything," Bob praised, shifting his weight so he could bump his shoulder into hers. "You've done one, how about two?"

"You trying to make me into an action man, Floyd?" Y/N teased, but the playful glint in her eyes told him that she was genuinely flattered that he thought she was capable of such things.

Y/N's philosophy when it came to fitness was to do as much as she needed, nothing more. If she was fit enough for the Navy, she didn't feel the need to go overboard and have muscles the size of someone's head. Now, she wasn't naming names *cough, Hangman, cough* but there were certain colleagues of hers that seemed to live in the gym and had significantly less free time because of it.

Nevertheless, Y/N tried to do another one. It was going well until Y/N realised 'shit, cramp' and let herself fall to the mat with a grunt. "Ah, Booby... I think this is the end of me," she dramatically whined, completely ignoring the way he was chuckling at her antics. "Tell my cat I love her."

Unceremoniously flopping onto her back, she bit her bottom lip in an effort to suppress a giggle as she looked across at him. He'd lowered himself to the mat too, lying on his belly and beaming at her with pure amusement across his handsome features.

Then, with a pout, she started massaging the cramp away in her bicep, but her hand was soon gently slapped away and replaced. Bob scooted closer and let his rough fingers rub away her discomfort with the right amount of pressure, not too soft and not too hard, perfectly correct.

"There we go, doll. Feeling better?" he asked. When she looked up at him, Bob could swear that her whole face had softened and her cheeks flushed a little as she gazed down to where they were touching.

"Uh huh," she responded noncommittally, trying to play it cool and pretend that there wasn't a fluttery feeling in her stomach. "Thanks Rob."

Phoenix had been watching their little moment from where she was sitting on the rowing machine and happened to catch her backseater's eye. Bob clenched his eyes shut, fully aware of the interrogation that he was guaranteed to deal with as soon as she could. He knew he had to put on some semblance of a poker face, otherwise Phoenix would surely pounce on him for his blatant infatuation towards Y/N.

All Nat did for now was give him a wink.

But, later at the Hard Deck, she asked him all about Y/N. At first, all Bob gave was one word answers and vague descriptions.

"I don't know. Yeah, she's cute, but there's nothing special there. You know?" Phoenix retorted, her lips turning up into a sly grin when Bob's face fell. He was aghast. He was appalled at such a statement. Was Nat really saying that to his face? It was an obscene sentence, a filthy, dirty, ungrateful, disrespectful line. One that should never be uttered.

"Now listen here, missy, I know we only met yesterday and I'm not a church boy anymore, but what you just said was God damned blasphemous."

Nat raised an eyebrow at him and waited patiently for him to speak again. His words didn't seem to phase her, though. If anything, she seemed amused. Like she had purposely poked the tiger.

"Hailstorm has been and forever will be the most interesting person in my life. There's no way anyone's gonna compare to her."

"And your point is...?" Phoenix questioned as she continued looking at him expectantly. Bob opened his mouth again and, after taking a deep breath, he mumbled out the first and only thing that came to mind:

"She's perfect! Okay?"

Bob's cheeks began to colour slightly, unsure whether that confession had been too loud for others to overhear. But, he wasn't going to be deterred by that, not when he felt so confident with his answer. There were no take backsies. Not now, not ever. It may have been embarrassing at first, but it was also the truth.

Taking a sip of her beer, Nat chuckled, "Oh, you're a total goner, loverboy."

The duo looked across at the pool table to see Y/N and Mickey using the cues as lightsabers, play fighting and occasionally pretending to force choke each other. They looked like idiots, but that didn't stop Bob from chuckling to himself as he watched them laugh and joke around.

"Go join in, loverboy."

"No. I'm busy here with you."

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom and you certainly can't follow me there," Phoenix teased as she stood and headed off in the direction of the bathroom, leaving Bob alone and staring at the pool table with a shy smile as he continued to watch the scene unfold before him.

Yet, Bob wasn't on his own for long. He caught Y/N's eye and seconds later she had handed her cue off to Hangman. Once she'd ordered two beers, she was making her way towards Bob's side. The way she swayed and strutted her way through the crowded room, it was quite obvious to everyone watching exactly who she was aiming for.

"Need a top up?" she asked him, sitting down opposite him, crossing her legs as she placed her feet on the seat of the chair.

"How'd you know?"

A coy smirk played across her lips as she leaned forward. "I'm a psychic. Don't tell anyone or the government would use me for testing," she joked as she pointed her index finger in mock threat. "I don't want to be the government's puppet."

"Hate to break it to you, but we already are."

"Shit. I've never thought about it like that before." She giggled, then turned serious once again. "Biden has fully got his wrinkly old man hand up my ass and keeps saying." She paused to do her best impression. "Uncle Joe wants you to fly that god darn plane until you die. Now go. Go Lieutenant L/N, go blaze a trail in the sky and don't look back."

Bob couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at how ridiculous her impression was. It sounded absolutely absurd, especially coming from Y/N's sweet, bubbly, angelic mouth.

"Was that a good Biden?"

"Awful. Just awful," Bob admitted, grinning widely. He was surprised at how easily Y/N found a way to lighten up his mood when he was already in a good one. Now he was so good, fantastic even, he couldn't keep a silly grin off his face.

"Yeah, well, I aim to please," Y/N stated cockily, leaning back in her chair and raising her beer bottle to him in a silent salute.

They continued to banter, laughing at whatever silly thing the other said as they watched the rest of the crew enjoy themselves. In fact, if Phoenix hadn't been observing them so intently, she might have missed them tucked away in the corner, completely wrapped up in each other's company.

After closely evaluating the pair for a while, Phoenix decided to give Bob a hint. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Phoenix: Ask to go for a walk on the beach with her.

Bob: No. Leave me alone.

Phoenix: Just do it, loser.

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket and downed his drink in record speed, ignoring Y/N's confused gaze. He needed that liquid confidence to say, "It's getting a little crowded in here, can we go outside? I desperately need some fresh air." It sounded lame even to his own ears, but hey, at least he forced the words out of his mouth. He hoped that it was enough.

And it was. Of course it was. Phoenix grinned, waggling her eyebrows playfully as the two passed her to the door.

"Still the same Robert, I see. You never were a fan of crowds."

Once outside, the pair made their way towards the beachfront. The moment they reached sand, Y/N bent down to take her shoes and socks off, and Bob was quick to follow her lead. After a few minutes of strolling along the shoreline with no real destination in mind, they settled down onto the soft sand.

"I can already feel my underwear filling with sand," Bob commented, stretching his arms over his head as he exhaled.

"Oh yeah? Boxers or briefs?"

"Thong actually," he joked, looking at her reaction in the corner of his eye and smirking in satisfaction as he saw her snort and roll her eyes. He was beyond content just being able to share this little moment with someone else without worry of making a bad first impression.

Every single pilot in there was new to Bob. All of them but Y/N. In his head, he had never been very good at making friends. Even before he joined the Navy he was pretty much always on his own. That had been his plan from the start, he wanted to be his own person, get out there and experience life on his own terms, but had completely forgotten that, yeah, total independence is a lonely life.

"How do you know Hangman?" he blurted out suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them.

"I was stationed with him out in Texas for a while. We got along quite well despite, well, how he is. I think he's a nice guy."

"Huh. Weird, 'cause he seems like an asshole."

She laughed, a soft chuckle that made butterflies flutter around in his stomach. He loved to hear her laugh so much that he used to memorise awful jokes to tell her every morning as they walked to class together, hoping to catch her attention and earn yet another giggle from her beautiful lips.

"You don't know him half as well as I do, Rob. Trust me, he's a good guy, underneath all the bullshit." Her brows furrowed together. "But there is a lot of bullshit sometimes."

He nodded, acknowledging the point. Y/N looked over at him for a moment and smiled softly. "Unlike you, he's not very good at making friends," she confessed, shrugging her shoulders.

"What? I'm terrible at making friends."

Another quiet laugh left her throat and she shook her head lightly in disbelief. She looked away for a moment, staring past him towards the ocean. He followed her line of sight and was immediately struck with the beauty of the sunset above him as it painted orange colours across the sky in all its glory.

"Everyone who has ever met you has liked you, Booby. It's impossible not to like you."

For a moment neither of them spoke as Bob tried to think of something he'd done or said to deserve this beautiful woman's friendship. After a couple of moments, Y/N shifted her position to sit sideways in the sand with one knee folded over the other, facing the sun as she gazed up into the sky.

"I'm not sure that's true." Was all he could manage to whisper, keeping his focus locked on her facial features, trying his absolute best to study her every feature. There was something incredibly captivating about her. From the way she sat, her profile perfectly framed by the rays of sunlight, to how relaxed her posture appeared around him, she seemed to radiate such comfort that Bob felt compelled to reach out his arm and place it around her shoulder, pull her against his chest and just bask in her warmth, her smell.

Y/N's eyes glanced up and locked with his, catching him entirely off guard as he froze, unable to move in her gaze. His heart skipped a beat as she gave him a gentle smile. "Just because you don't try to be noticed doesn't mean that people don't notice you," she told him honestly. "And those who don't notice are missing out on something amazing. Believe me."

Bob blinked several times, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising up from his neck and to his cheeks. If he was being honest, he was almost too embarrassed to accept the compliment, but the longer he stared at Y/N, the more it grew inside him like a growing flame that was slowly consuming him from within.

By the time he snapped out of his trance, Y/N had gotten to her feet and was now standing directly in front of him, holding out her hand towards him, beckoning him to get up. He gulped heavily as he let her tug him back to his feet, pulling him slightly closer than necessary and giving him a reassuring squeeze before letting go. He was taken aback by how small her hand was and warm it felt, how deliciously soft it was, and how perfect it fitted perfectly between his own hands.

Before he knew what he was doing, Bob stepped forward and captured her in a hug, pulling her close to his body. When she didn't hesitate in returning his embrace, he felt like he was on cloud nine; she was warm and comforting, just like he imagined she would be, and it took everything in his power to hold her there forever.

"Missed you," he whispered into her hair. "Missed this."

"I'll bet you did," she replied, hugging him tighter. "Missed you too."

They remained like that for a long time, soaking up each others' presences, both oblivious to the others more than platonic feelings they shared.

The only sounds surrounding them was the crashing sound of the waves crashing on the shore behind them, and the distant sounds of laughter spilling out of the bar and into the night air. But none of that mattered in the moment; nothing else existed outside of them as they stood there with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Bob felt Y/N's head fall against the crook of his neck and he tightened his grip on her a bit more.

Time passed and the pair got closer as the mission progressed. They eventually ended up sitting side by side in the Hard Deck every night, sharing jokes, drinking beers and having conversations about everything under the sun. Bob found himself constantly finding excuses to touch her or hold her hand, to be near her whenever possible. It was strange to him; he wasn't the type to initiate physical contact unless necessary, but Y/N seemed to find these gestures acceptable and was always happy to indulge him.

Soon, it became second nature to him to lean closer into her shoulder every time she chuckled when he said something amusing; to brush his fingers against her leg whenever he was bored during briefings, or wrap an arm around her shoulders when talking to their colleagues.

Then came the mission. Bob and Phoenix, obviously, were picked. Although she wasn't picked, Y/N was overjoyed for him nonetheless. But, she knew for a fact he was bricking it and wasn't surprised when she got a knock on her door.

She opened the door to find Bob standing nervously on the doorstep, looking as if he might pass out any minute. His eyes were filled with panic, his hands were shaking, and his face was flushed. It was a repeat of how he'd ended up at her door after the bird strike, only this time, she knew it would be harder to calm him down if she even could keep calm herself.

"Come in. Come in," Y/N told him gently, stepping aside as he hesitantly entered the bunk. She quickly closed the door behind him. "Halo is hanging with Fritz so you can let it all out, okay?"

Soothingly, she moved her arm to rest around his waist and pulled him closer, running her fingers through his hair to help relax him. He let out a loud, shaky sigh as he leaned into her, resting his forehead against her shoulder and closing his eyes to take a few deep breaths.

"Let's get comfy, huh? Would that help?" She asked him quietly, stroking his back and squeezing in hopes of calming him down a little more. A nod was all she received in response.

So, she sat down against her headboard and patted the space in front of her for him to slide into, and he did as she asked. Her chin rested comfortably on his shoulder as she watched him carefully.

"I don't want to die, Y/N."

The words barely left his mouth before she was clutching at him tightly, tears forming in her eyes as she desperately tried to keep herself together for his sake. Every single fibre in her wanted to say "You're not going to die, Booby," but that wasn't something she could say in good conscience.

Because he could die. There was a high possibility that some people wouldn't make it back from this mission. And as much as it killed her inside, Bob was one of those people. She chose to remain silent for a moment, burying her nose into his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the fact that there was a possibility that she'd soon lose him for good.

After a few long minutes, he turned in her arms to wrap his arms around her torso, pressing his cheek against hers as she rubbed circles onto his back, trying desperately to give him whatever semblance of comfort she could while she still had him in her arms.

When he pulled back to look at her again, his eyes were shining with unshed tears, which were mirrored by hers. As soon as he noticed the moisture in the corners of her eye, he rushed to brush them away.

"Sorry! Sorry, shortstack. Didn't mean to make you cry. Never meant that," he anxiously stammered, his lips forming a tight frown as he wiped away another tear that had escaped her eye with the pad of his thumb. Y/N let out a chuckle through a sniffle as she tried to hide her tears and was rather unsuccessful about the whole thing.

He smiled sadly and reached out with his hand, brushing the stray piece of hair from her face to get a better look at her, desperately committing every single part of it to his memory just in case he did die and the last way he'd ever be able to see her was in his imagination.

"I'm sorry I made you sad."

Y/N swallowed thickly, blinking a few more times as she tried to control her emotions and regain some composure. "Stop apologising already," she managed to get out with a faint smile, her voice still quivering a bit. "If anything I should be saying sorry to you. You're the one being all brave and shit, and here I am, blubbering like a little baby."

"At least you're a cute blubbering baby," he teased, his face lighting up for the briefest of moments when he saw a tiny grin appear on her face. After a moment, however, he frowned again as he noticed the look in her eye change back to the sadness that had been there before.

"I just got you back, you know? God, I miss you when you're not around... And - and now…" She trailed off before letting out a sigh as she shook her head lightly and looked away from him. "Life without you would suck. All these years and I've always known you were just a phone call away, and... I don't know if there is a point of having a phone if I can't call you."

And that's when he lost it. All of the pent up stress and anxiety that he hadn't been able to express to anyone since he started this mission finally began to spill out of his system and the waterworks started for him too. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stop the tears that were flowing from his eyes and down his cheeks without restraint anymore.

Seeing him crying was one of the most heartbreaking things she had ever seen, especially considering how strong a person Bob actually is. His face was redder than the tomatoes his parents grew back home; he kept wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, and his breath was coming in heavy pants as he continued sobbing into his hands.

"Oh baby," she cooed, wrapping her arms around his neck as his face buried itself in her neck. She ran her fingers along his scalp as she held him closer to her, hoping to convey all her love, care, and encouragement through physical contact alone. "It's alright, baby… Let it all out…"

If he'd been in a healthy state, he would've gotten a real kick over her calling him 'baby'. But, given the circumstances, he didn't pick up on it at that moment.

Instead, he just cried even harder, clinging to her as if his life depended on it; his tears soaking her t-shirt as he clutched onto her. And when he thought he could no longer cry as he'd used up all the liquid in his body, he let out a whimper as he broke down in her arms.

The only thing that would make him feel some form of hope was to come clean.

"I'm going to say something to you and I would really like it if you said it back. It doesn't have to be true. Promise to lie to me if it's not true. I need to hear you say it at least once in my life," he pleaded, his voice trembling with every word that came out of his mouth.

"Okay… Okay, I promise."

Slowly, Y/N nodded and pulled away enough to give him a small smile. She lifted her hand up towards his jaw, holding it there tenderly as she looked into his red eyes. Taking a deep breath, he blinked at her for a couple of seconds before taking her hand and placing it over his heart.

"It was love at first sight when I saw you - both of us were completely lost while trying to find our first class; you saw me freaking out and simply said, 'Hey, want to conjoin our brain power and look together?' And I was hooked... Still am," Bob admitted with a wide grin stretching across his features, bringing a genuine smile to Y/N's own face.

"And if I do..." He paused. "I would like to go knowing I've told you... told you that I, uh, that I love you."

As he finished his sentence, she was leaning in to kiss him softly yet intensely, her thumb caressing his cheekbone as their lips moved against each other. She felt his lips curl into a smile against her as he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around her waist, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue in her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like hours - neither one willing to break off until they needed air.

Finally, reluctantly, Y/N pulled back and pressed her forehead against his, their breaths mingling together as she replied, "I love you too."

Their faces were only inches apart, and it didn't take her too long to notice the slight flustered flush that covered his pale skin. With a soft laugh, she gently nudged his nose with her own, her grin growing wider. He returned the gesture in an equally affectionate manner by peppering kisses all over her cheeks, nose, and forehead until she couldn't possibly be sad anymore.

"Would you like to stay with me tonight?" She asked, reaching forward to run a hand through his (at this point) messy hair, smiling at the content sigh escaping his throat in response. "That okay?"

Bob nodded, pulling himself back onto the pillow so he was lying down on his side, facing her, his arm thrown behind his head while his free hand lazily played with her fingers. "I'll warn you, doll, my alarm is going to go off at an ungodly time," he murmured under his breath as he yawned, snuggling further into the covers.

Halo returned to her room to see Hailstorm and Bob squished together tight, both asleep and still clutching desperately to each other for dear life. It was sweet... until the early hours of the morning when Bob's phone alarm went off and woke them up.

There was a collective groan as Bob shot up straight in bed, his hand flying to hit the dismiss button. Y/N followed his lead, letting out a soft whimper as she stretched out in the bed. Halo, on the other hand, turned in her bed and tried her best to go back to sleep.

"Why'd you set it so early?" Hailstorm whispered, rubbing at the corner of her eye before rolling over to poke her nose into the side of Bob's cheek in a loving manner, smiling when he let out a happy purr at her touch.

"Gives me plenty of time to prepare. Although, I do tend to use all of it up because I'm freaking out so much."

"Are you freaking out now?"

"Not yet."

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They carried on talking in hushed tones throughout the morning. Both tried to keep the topics light as they lay nose to nose under the covers, but it took all of Y/N's efforts not to start crying again when it was finally time for him to get ready.

With one final peck on the lips from Hailstorm, Bob left for the mission with a longing, "I love you", whispering those three words to her over and over as he hugged her. And she repeated it back to him, then smiled sadly at the back of his head as he turned, tears threatening to escape her eyes once more as she watched his retreating figure walk out from sight.

Once he was in the air, Bob knew for a fact he had to push everything out of his mind. If he wanted to come home alive, he had to pretend that everything was fine. So...he pretended everything was fine. The mission was a cake walk, who gives a shit what Maverick said. Piece of piss. A really high and dangerous stream of piss.

Oh fuck, look at how many missiles there are.

There are tons of them. They can probably kill everyone in this whole fucking place, including you, Robert. Why did I agree to this? The question echoed inside his head, but Bob refused to answer it even. No, he refused to even acknowledge it.

Instead, he pushed it aside and tried his hardest to focus solely on his mission. And would you believe it, the whole thing was a success. Maybe there had been a few misteps along the way, but, woah, everyone made it back in one piece.

A huge sigh of relief was released from everyone once they knew that Rooster and Maverick were fine and safely flying back. After that brief moment of tension and anxiety, the entire base became buzzing with joy and excitement as the team celebrated, laughing and celebrating and doing weird little dances because, holy shit, they did it.

The crowd of pilots had managed to swarm the lucky few so Y/N stood at the edges with a proud smile on her face, watching all of them cheer like fools in front of her. Their faces were bright red from the excitement and their smiles stretched wider than a smile should have been able to stretch, and she couldn't help but chuckle quietly as caught eye contact with Bob. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he started waving excitedly, motioning for her to weave through the crowd to join him.

As soon as she got within reach, his arms immediately circled her torso in a hug and held onto her tightly as they swayed side to side in their embrace. She giggled as he squeezed her waist in his grasp; feeling like she was being squeezed like his lifeline, which honestly, she was.

But since he was no longer a dead man walking, would she still want him? His brain was not his best friend at times and had managed to conjure the idea that their heartfelt confessions to one another the previous night was the result of one nice, kind woman giving her best friend a final good memory before he flew into the sun.

He told her to lie if she needed to. Had she needed to?

So, all he did for now was place a gentle kiss on her forehead and kept an arm around her torso as they indulged in the revelry surrounding them. He could feel her warm gaze on his face as he watched her from the corner of his eye; she kept a smile plastered over her face the entire time, and he could almost swear that her cheeks were flushed pink from happiness.

"Hard Deck?" Hangman exclaimed, his arm around Rooster in a similar way to Bob and Hailstorm.

"Hard Deck!" Rooster replied with enthusiasm and the gaggle of pilots were desperate in their need to get to Penny's bar.

From the moment they arrived, the members of Top Gun were throwing themselves down on the stools in front of the counter and getting right down to business, chatting about how crazy the mission had been and what the hell had been happening during it. They talked animatedly, and it was clear, fuck, were they happy to still be standing.

In between all of the conversation, Bob found a chance to slip away unnoticed, creeping outside the door and making his way towards the beach where he found a quiet spot on one of the large boulders nearby, gazing down into the ocean below him.

A cool breeze rustled through his hair, tickling his ear as his gaze remained locked on the water below him. This was nice. Relaxing. Peaceful and calm. Perfect to spend some quality alone time with his thoughts. His thoughts drifted to Y/N as they always did whenever he was alone, his thoughts drifting to their conversation from last night. He wasn't sure whether he believed her words. He wanted to, he really wanted to believe her.

Almost as if she'd been summoned, Y/N sat beside him and placed a beer in his hand. He'd barely been gone for two minutes before she realised he had left without his jacket. There was two options: bathroom or beach, and she could only follow him to one of those.

"Technically, this is illegal since, you know, glass container in a public space, but I'll take the fall if we get caught," she stated with a wink before taking a sip of her own drink.

Bob grinned despite himself, raising an eyebrow at her before grabbing his beer and bringing it to his lips. It didn't take him long to drain half of the bottle in one go, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips afterwards.

"Spit it out. What are you avoiding out here?" Y/N asked softly. Damn, she knew him far too well.

He hesitated. Should he? Did it matter?

"...You," he mumbled without looking at her.

"Me?"

Y/N hummed in thought as she pulled her knees up against her chest as she gazed upon the waves splashing against the shoreline. She stayed silent for what felt like ages, staring ahead at nothing in particular, mulling over every single detail she could think of to make him feel better, to make him realise what he truly meant to her.

"I don't understand, Rob," she eventually admitted to him, causing him to turn his head slightly in her direction to see her profile. He looked at her with his mouth agape as he searched her eyes for any hint of doubt or hesitation in them, but all he saw was understanding and sympathy. "Help me understand why you're avoiding me."

The wizzo stared down at the ground silently, chewing his lip nervously, before swallowing thickly and lifting his gaze to hers again. With a heavy sigh, Bob opened his mouth to speak.

"I don't want you to feel bad about yesterday. I understand if you only acted that way because of the wish of a possible dying man and I... I don't mind if you take it back."

"Take what back, baby?" she cooed, her voice soft but confused as she dropped her drink down to cradle his cheeks in her hands and tilt his chin up so that he was looking directly at her. Her thumb stroked over his jaw gently and he closed his eyes, relishing the sensation.

Then she remembered what he'd said when he professed - "Promise to lie to me if it's not true" - and it made sense. That mixed with the badly hidden heartbreak on his face caused her stomach to twist with regret at not being more clear.

So, to make it clear, she softly kissed from the outermost point of his cheekbone and, bit by bit, inched her way to his lips, each kiss slower and sweeter than the previous. When she reached his bottom lip, he opened his eyes and let his gaze travel over her face; searching for any signs of dishonesty or disgust or anything that would suggest he was not worthy enough for her affection. But she showed nothing except genuine adoration and sincerity.

There was a slight blush dusting her cheeks as she continued to plant kisses all across his lips; one after another until his breathing hitched as he wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her closer and deeper into his embrace. Once her lips made contact with his, he melted into it with utter ease, completely falling under her spell and allowing her to pull him close and make him forget about everything else.

His lips moved slowly, teasingly, savouring the taste of her; loving how soft and sweet and warm it was against his own. He never wanted to stop kissing her ever again. He wished he would stay like that forever, kissing her senseless; forgetting everything else in the world.

And, he could tell by the feel of her hands caressing the sides of his face and the sound of her deep breath, she was enjoying it too, especially when he pushed her back into the sand and pinned her beneath him. She let out a little squeal in surprise, but quickly recovered as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled his face down so she could return his passionate kisses, running her fingers through his hair to deepen the kiss further.

They fell into a rhythm as they continued the passionate embrace; pressing their bodies firmly together and letting the feelings flow naturally throughout their body. Neither of them was thinking about anything but each other. There was nothing left in the world besides them; just the feeling of being completely lost to the sensations.

Until... "I definitely have an entire sandpit in my underwear," he joked breathlessly once their kiss broke apart for a brief second and Y/N laughed loudly at his comment.

"At least you're wearing underwear," she replied coyly, winking playfully at him.

"You're, uh, you're not wearing underwear?" His blush had reached his ears and his eyes widened as his gaze travelled over her body, only to linger on the button of her trousers. She smirked at the sight of him flustered.

"Why don't you check?" she murmured seductively, watching as his tongue poked out between his lips to wet his suddenly dry lips as his gaze met hers again before darting down to her button again.

She was surprised when his hand languidly trailed down her body until it reached the waistline of her trousers and he undid the button with his gaze firmly on hers; not breaking it as his fingers found out that she had been telling the truth. "We're on a public beach and I've got Robbie Floyd's hand down my pants," she said in disbelief, biting her lower lip at the feeling of his hands moving lower and lower.

That look expression morphed into something else entirely as is middle finger brushed against her clit as he lowered his head to kiss at her neck, making her whimper quietly in response. "Fuck, that was a pretty noise," he praised in a husky tone, sending tingles shooting down her spine as his mouth continued to work his way down her neck and collarbones, leaving small marks on her skin in the process.

Stopping their embrace before it had got too spicy, a rather loud patron of the Hard Deck chose that precise moment to violently begin spewing. Yeah, there's nothing like a vomiting idiot that deflates any kind of sexual tension. The two of them burst out laughing, unable to contain themselves at the sudden change in mood.

"Do you think that's cause he saw us almost commit an act or indecent exposure or because of the booze?" Bob chuckled.

"I like to think it's a mix of both."

Bob got to his feet and held out his hand for her to grab onto, allowing her to haul herself up and stand beside him. They exchanged a short smile before Bob re-buttoned her trousers and urged, "Let's go back inside, okay?"

With a check if the drunk man had successfully called an ride or not - apparently his mother was going to pick him up, which was nice of her - the pair went back inside. Their colleagues were still in the throws of relief. Rooster was sat at the piano after singing a little ditty and had yet to move from his spot.

Hangman immediately noticed his friend Hailstorm's re-emergence and came up to her with a slurred, "Hey, slut!" He placed his hands on her shoulders and gave them some gentle shakes. "You seen baby on board? Phoenix was looking for him."

Y/N grabbed Bob's hand and tugged him closer to show off to Jake, who just sloppily nodded in return. Clearly, somebody had bordered on the tipsy side of life.

"Woah, who gave you that?" Jake asked as he pointed to a red mark on Y/N's neck, causing Rooster to snicker and hiccup.

Once again, Y/N gestured towards Bob and Jake's eyes flickered to look at him curiously. "Bobby-boy! You dog!" He shouted and slapped Bob hard across the back. Bob didn't even flinch. He simply sighed and stuffed his hand into Hailstorm's back pocket.

Jake eventually left the pair and sat down beside Bradley at the piano, slinging one arm around the other pilot's shoulders and the other playing random keys as he spoke to his friend.

Phoenix who was about to begin her arm wrestle with Fritz, saw the moment Bob gave Y/N a kiss on the cheek and winked at him. It was almost if she was mentally telling him, 'Knew you could do it, loverboy.'

Throughout the next hour, Bob was glued to Y/N. He followed wherever she went and attached himself to every inch of her body. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't get enough of her. There wasn't a moment when he didn't have his hands on her; caressing her thighs, resting his forehead against hers, cupping her cheek, or simply holding her close to him. It felt so natural. Like they belonged together like this.

Finally, when the conversation with Fanboy had ended - he'd been lecturing them all about which Batman he thought was the best (George Clooney, purely because of the bat nips) - Bob tugged at Y/N's waist so her back was flush against his chest and, thanks to the beers, he had no qualms about kissing her neck, her shoulder, anywhere he pleased really.

"Robbie..." she breathed out lowly and shifted her hips involuntarily, rubbing against him suggestively as she did so. She could feel him tense underneath her.

"Doll, you better stop rubbing against me like that before you send me into cardiac arrest," he playfully whispered, lifting his head and gazing into her eyes. Her gaze looked back at him with lustful eyes; clearly showing how much she wanted him too. He could literally hear the cogs turning in her brain: she was trying to figure out exactly what she could do to drive him wild.

And he loved every minute of it.

So, she turned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to give him a quick peck before whispering back, "There's a hotel down the road and I think we will be needing some privacy tonight." She then ran her fingertips down his chest to his navel. "If you're up for it, of course," she added with a smirk.

His heart rate skyrocketed as his cock twitched at her teasing touch, begging to be released. "Definitely, doll," he agreed as he leaned forward and lightly bit down on her bottom lip before disconnecting from her for the first time in so long to pay off their tabs and collect their things.

As soon as they got back outside, Y/N was being pushed against what they thought was a wall by a very enthusiastic and impatient Robert Floyd pressing their bodies closely together as he attacked her lips with kisses so intense she barely managed to breathe as she tried to hold herself together and not to fall apart at the seams.

But, the moment he pulled away to catch his breath, she couldn't control her reaction at the sight of him - puffy lips swollen from kisses, his pupils dilated to the point where they seemed to be shining with desire, his hair mussed up and slightly sticking in every direction as he rested his hand on her waist, gripping tightly at her body - that she found herself pulling him back in to capture his lips in another fiery kiss that made everything disappear.

Nothing existed but their lips pressed against one another; neither party wanting to let go of the other.

It was almost like fireworks were exploding in the background. Everything around them ceased to exist except for the two people locked in this heated embrace and their hearts beating furiously in sync.

Except for the fact that they'd decided to have their embrace right on the window, so all of their colleagues could see the display and all cheered them on. The sound of Rooster tapping on the window snapped Bob out of the trance and he reluctantly pulled away from Y/N who had her hands buried deep in his hair.

"Get a room, losers!" Rooster yelled out jovially, earning more cheers. The pair flushed bright red. Bob groaned in embarrassment and quickly hurried away while Y/N playfully bowed at her audience with a flirtatious wink that earned another round of whistling and laughter.

They hadn't even made it half way down the street before Bob stopped for a moment and tugged Y/N back in for another kiss. "Baby, we'll never make it to the hotel if you keep this up," she teased, giggling into the kiss as her hands continued to roam freely over his chest, enjoying the sensation of having his hard muscles beneath her hands.

"Then stop distracting me, doll," he replied, nipping lightly at her lips to make them part for him as his hands began wandering under her shirt to run his warm hands up her bare sides. She shuddered at his contact and felt his erection grow as he pressed it harder against her stomach. She let out a low moan as his thumb traced along the back of her trousers.

Eventually, they did make it to the hotel and booked a room for the night. The second Y/N closed the door behind her, she was being lifted up and set atop the bed, Bob hovering over her with an intense gaze as he undid the buttons on her shirt. She could practically feel his excitement rising with each button he popped open.

"God, you're fucking beautiful," he murmured, admiring her curves. "Your face, your breasts...your whole fucking body," he added, reaching out to trail his fingers down her jaw to rest on her chin. "I love all of you." His voice dropped lower, becoming more seductive. "So much, I don't know what to do with myself, baby."

And before she knew it, he was unclasping her bra and letting his large hands grope at her chest. He trailed his mouth down her throat, stopping momentarily to place hot openmouthed kisses on her boob. His lips moved lower to take her nipple into his mouth and suck at it softly.

He lifted his mouth up to meet her eye again, staring lovingly at her through narrowed lids and a smile tugging at his lips, "Can you believe this is real?" She chuckled as his thumbs began to brush against her breasts, massaging them gently. "I am actually doing this," he told her, sounding shocked. "You're real... You're not one of my horny midnight fantasies."

Then he leaned back in to kiss her again as if to prove his point. And he did just that, making sure to savour every little taste of her that came his way, taking in as much as he possibly could with every single move of her tongue stroking his.

"Robbie, take your clothes off."

That was all she needed to say; he took his shirt and jeans off without hesitation and threw them onto the floor, leaving him in only his boxer briefs as he crawled back on top of her, settling between her legs and running his hands up and down her thighs.

"Those action man push ups are certainly paying off, Booby," she flirted and squeezed his bicep. His eyes widened in shock as she slid her fingernails down his arm and began to slowly trace the outlines of his abs.

A small growl escaped Bob's lips when he felt the heat radiating off her skin; his entire body throbbing at the feeling of her fingers moving over his body; stroking him, rubbing him, kneading him. And yet all he could focus on was how desperate he was to release himself from the confines of his underwear.

She could tell by the look of pure want in his eyes and how hard his dick was throbbing against the crotch of his boxers that he was in need of assistance. And, assistance she was willing to give. Taking advantage of his distraction, she slipped her hand inside the waistband of his boxers and wrapped her slender fingers around his rigid length, giving it a light squeeze as she did so, grinning triumphantly when she felt him bucking into her hand instantly.

"Yes, yes, yes... Fuck, baby... I need..."

But she didn't give him any chance to finish his sentence, quickly bringing his tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, taking him further down and sucking him greedily. After the initial shock of it all passed, he wrapped her hair over his fist and let himself be taken captive by her mouth, allowing himself to get lost in the sensations flooding through his body. Her mouth was hot and wet as she worked him relentlessly with her lips, her tongue, her hand.

It only served to spur him on to say every single thought in his head.

"You're so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Not that you're ugly without it...just that - you're perfect, okay? Your mouth, your tongue, your tits, your ass, your legs...everything. You're the absolute fucking sexiest person I've ever seen in my life. I'm so lucky I get to be with you. So fucking lucky," he rambled breathlessly as he gripped her hair tighter and moaned out her name as she took him deeper into her mouth, making sure he knew he was completely hers.

And, she definitely wasn't about to let him forget her love for him any time soon.

"Oh yeah... Fuck! That feels so good," he grunted, digging his fingers deeper into the curls on the back of her head until her scalp started tingling. "Fucking god, you drive me wild, Y/N. I want - need - to fuck you, babe. God. I wanna make love to you. I want to fuck you so badly... I can't wait to show you off to everyone...to everyone."

His words became incoherent as he continued to grunt and pant heavily while thrusting his hips against her mouth faster and harder; trying desperately to come undone in her mouth. He could barely contain himself as Y/N was squeezing his balls and sucking him harder, the friction driving him mad. As soon as he reached the pinnacle, he erupted into waves of pleasure and released inside her mouth.

He whimpered quietly before finally falling backwards on the bed beside her, breathing heavily, his arms draped over his forehead as his brain still tried to comprehend the fact that the girl he'd been in love with for the last eight years had really just swallowed his cum and sucked him off, without the slightest trace of disgust or revulsion.

"Fuck, shortstack, " he muttered weakly and glanced sideways at her, watching as she comfortingly ran her hand up and down his arm. He smiled, shaking his head in disbelief, before crawling closer to kiss her tenderly on her lips.

"Feel good, Booby?" she asked teasingly. His smile grew wider but he shook his head, his blue eyes gleaming in amusement as he gazed into hers, his chest rising and falling steadily.

"Never better, baby." And then he kissed her again to mumble against her lips, "Let me repay you, doll."

"I'm not going to decline an offer like that."

Every single kiss that he peppered down her body seemed to ignite an even hotter fire within her heart. She couldn't stop herself from smiling uncontrollably as his lips found their way to her navel once more, kissing every inch of exposed flesh that he could find.

"Better get these pesky trousers off. Won't be needing those anymore," he whispered against her skin. His hands roamed across her body once he tossed her remaining clothes aside. "So beautiful, baby," he murmured as his eyes met hers, "And so very, very wet for me."

Slowly, he trailed his hands over her legs, tracing slow circles with his thumbs on her inner thigh. "Mmm...so soft, baby," he praised as he placed kisses down her inner thighs, pausing every now and again to look into her eyes before continuing. "I love looking at your pretty little cunt. My sweet, lovely girl."

"So vulgar, Robbie," she teased softly, enjoying the attention her body was getting right now. Her body ached for him. Needed him.

"Yeah...yeah. You like it, don't you?"

"You bet I do."

His eyes glittered with hunger at hearing her response. "Good, baby," he breathed, trailing his thumb over her swollen clit. "I knew you would."

Like a man starved, Bob's tongue darted out and traced along the length of her sensitive folds, licking and sucking at her clit with his tongue until she squirmed beneath him. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly, arching her back as his tongue made slow circular motions on her sensitive area.

Her hips began to rock involuntarily against his tongue, urging him to continue his worshipful assault on her pussy. "Never imagined you'd taste this good. Of course I knew you'd taste good, but this is...this is..." he trailed off, unable to find the correct words to describe it so he got back to it, not before mumbling, "Damn, it's almost too good to eat."

Laughter bubbled past her lips at his comment, causing him to glance up at her again, his eyes shining mischievously as he dipped his tongue into her entrance. Any reply she had planned to say was replaced by the overwhelming need to moan louder and louder the more he took her with his mouth. She gripped onto his shoulders, feeling her fingers dig into his muscles as she moved her hips in earnest, begging for more of what he kept offering. The sensation of his tongue and his mouth on her made her crazy and he knew exactly where to touch, how to touch, to taste and how to bring her pleasure.

"Gorgeous...so freaking gorgeous..." he groaned. His voice deepened and sent shivers down her spine as she felt the vibrations travelling down her belly. "God… I'll never get enough of this…" he added, lifting one of her legs up higher and placing it over his shoulder so he could get his face buried between her legs.

All her senses were on overload when he pushed two fingers inside of her, stroking her walls lightly as he licked and suckled her clit, his tongue dancing over it until it became impossible to even think. All she could feel was him: his tongue, his lips, the way his fingers felt inside her and how much she needed him.

"You smell so damn delicious...you're so wet...you're so too good. Too good," he panted, gazing lovingly into her eyes. "Don't fight it, baby. Just enjoy yourself. Enjoy everything. Let me take you there..."

The moment those words fell from his lips, she suddenly found herself letting go, releasing her pent up passion with such strength that she could hardly breathe; her body pulsating vigorously underneath his tongue and fingertips, each stroke eliciting a loud cry of ecstasy and satisfaction from deep within her throat as the waves of pleasure rolled through her.

At the sight of Bob staring at her in wonder as he watched her climax sent a rush of pure bliss surging through her veins, her entire body quaking violently as she came undone for him, her orgasm leaving her gasping for air, her eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming from them as she gasped desperately for air.

"Baby," Bob whispered in awe, his hands gripping tightly to the back of her thighs as he lowered her leg so it lay gently across his lap, his head leaning forward to press his nose against her stomach, inhaling deeply at the intoxicating scent of her, his lips grazing over her abdomen lightly. "I love you... I love you so goddamn much..."

She felt his warm breath hitting her stomach as she laid back against the pillows, trying to recover from the intense release of her orgasms, the sheer force of the sensations sending waves of euphoria coursing through her body and making her pulse quicken as she felt the warmth radiating from his body. She looked down at him, smiling affectionately as he continued to hold her tightly against him.

"Love you more," she whispered, reaching a tentative hand to caress his cheek, brushing a stray strand of his blond hair away from his face. He chuckled and kissed her palm, closing his eyes for a few moments as he leaned against her hand, savouring her touch.

It felt so unreal that all of a sudden they were together after all these years; that he finally got a chance to love her properly, to tell her that he loved her; that he wanted nothing more than to spend all eternity with her; to share their forever with her and no one else. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he was absolutely ecstatic, and his smile, as bright as she remembered, lit up his whole face. Even his smile lines seemed to have grown deeper as if it was made especially for her.

"You're so handsome," she said as she traced lazy circles his cheeks, causing him to open his eyes again and smile shyly at her, biting the side of his lip as if trying to keep a grin from spreading across his face too wide. She giggled softly before cupping his face and pulling his lips towards hers. They were both grinning widely, laughing giddily when they parted.

They gazed deeply into each other's eyes, smiling so brightly their faces hurt as they tried to contain their excitement. It was all too surreal and yet they were experiencing all of it; they truly were together in this bed, together in love and completely safe and sound; in their own world, surrounded only by their love.

Tenderly, she pressed the tips of her fingers to his jawline and pulled herself upward so she could place small kisses all over his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his eyelids, his forehead again, then repeated that process until she reached his lips and pressed hers eagerly upon them, kissing him hungrily and deeply. His arms tightened around her and he brought her even closer, deepening their embrace.

Now he had her, he didn't seem capable of being away from her for any longer than necessary; he seemed to be addicted to her touch, to holding her close, kissing her, touching her. And God knows she certainly felt the same way about him.

He held her firmly against him, pressing hot and heavy kisses on her neck as she ran her hands across his back, her nails scratching the soft skin of his back as she relished in his warmth, in his kisses, in his closeness. Every part of her was burning with desire for him again and, judging by how he was poking into her, Bob was in the same boat.

The sensation caused her to moan into his ear and he grinned against her neck, nuzzling her skin as his teeth scraped roughly over her tender skin. "Rob," she moaned, arching her back slightly while resting her palms flat against his broad chest, "Stop teasing, please. Need you."

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly and nipped at her neck again. "But you are so delicious, I can't help myself."

Since she knew he would take his time if given the chance, she wrapped her leg around him and pushed his hips with the heel of her foot to rut against her. Bob let out a growl of approval and got the memo to begin shifting his position just so he could ease his cock inside of her.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered against her ear, pulling back to stare intensely down at her. "You're so tight around my cock...you feel so damn good...I could stay here forever."

A low groan rumbled out of him and she bit her lip as he bottomed out slowly and deep inside her, her hands gripping his shoulders as her head dropped back into the pillows. "Good girl," he praised, taking a breath so he didn't cut the embrace short. "You're so tight, I could make myself come just by thinking about it...that sweet pussy...all mine."

His cock throbbed inside of her as he spoke, and the heat emanating from him made her tremble. Her eyes widened at the thought of making him come so soon, so easily. "You can start moving if you're ready," she told him softly. He smirked, his gaze locking on to hers as she stared at him challengingly, willing him to move. "Don't take it easy on me."

The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he nodded, his hands immediately finding her hips once more and thrusting harder inside of her, driving his fingers deep into her slick folds. Her hands gripped onto his shoulders tighter as she began moaning loudly, her body shuddering uncontrollably under his touch, his name falling off her lips with every thrust.

"Oh, look at you, baby," he mused quietly as she began to rock against him, her breasts bouncing up and down against his with every movement he made. "So fucking beautiful and sexy, so perfect for me to fuck...so fucking perfect..."

Bob kept his pace steady, moving faster and harder, slamming into her with more force every thrust, her cries echoing throughout the room; the sounds becoming muffled by her lips against his. She was clinging to him as though her life depended on it whilst he drove into her, his fingers tightening around her hips thar she'd definitely have bruises in the morning, although right now, she could hardly care less.

"Knew you'd take cock so well, Y/N," he breathed hotly against her mouth, his thumb caressing her inner thigh as he pushed it further into the matress. She arched her back, her breathing becoming more rapid as he continued moving inside of her. "Knew you'd take it like a good girl."

"Yes...like a good girl," she murmured breathlessly, lifting her chin so that she was looking at him. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous with his blond hair sticking wildly everywhere, his blue eyes glistening with an intense passion as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her; his muscular build gleaming in the dim lighting; his skin flushed and covered with sweat.

She was panting heavily, feeling incredibly dizzy from being so turned on and from feeling him inside of her; everything just felt so incredible and amazing and it left her completely weak in the knees and unable to control her body as she threw her head back against the sheets, her mouth opened wide in utter delight and ecstasy as he pounded into her relentlessly. She couldn't think straight and there was absolutely no need to.

All of her thoughts were consumed by the man who was holding her against him, whose strong arms kept her safe and secure as he fucked her mercilessly, whose lips devoured hers with a fiery passion that seemed impossible for someone so gentle, loving and patient.

"Fuck, shortstack....I'm not going to be able to hold out for much longer."

So, she shot her hand between them to play with her clit, her body jerking violently as he slammed into her repeatedly, hitting a spot that caused her climax to flood through her veins and her walls to clench tightly around him. She cried out as she came hard, tears streaming down her cheeks as he grunted deeply and thrust into her as far as he could with every last ounce of his willpower; he buried his head in the crook of her neck and held onto her tightly as he spilled his seed inside her.

As he began to pull himself out of her, he laid his forehead against hers, catching his breath while stroking her hair lovingly, as she stared into his oceanic eyes, her hands still clutching on to his shoulders possessively. He kissed her softly before pulling back slightly.

"Well, we should've done thar sooner."

Y/N couldn't help but laugh; her heart filled with such joy, such pure happiness, seeing him smile down at her the way he did. She smiled back, cupping his cheek affectionately, and placed a gentle kiss on his mouth. Her eyes shone brighter than ever before and she knew she'd never seen anything so radiant in all her days of existence.

The next morning, the crew was less than surprised when the pair were late to the gym and covered in bright purple bruises that they couldn't cover up even if they tried.

[blorbocedes]

To meeeeee your blog is kinda like the hair salon in Legally Blonde. Vibes? Impeccable. A lil bitchy? Delightfully so. Full of the best gossip and takes that are regularly tap-dancing on the line of 1000% correct and absolutely unhinged (and why not both?!?). Anyone can come in for a chat as long as they're not an asshole. And you know the owner (Nico in this extended metaphor) never has a chipped nail a fashion misstep or a hair out of place.

I personally find salons super overstimulating which is why I cut my own hair a lot BUT I love the idea of a space for the girls to be unhinged and gossip so thank You

[kquil]

THE SWANS : MY MUTUALS

a post where i treasure and love my darling moots, they're the light of my life here ♡

@astonishment / @aastonishment | my honey, my darling! mal is such an incredible person and is a very talented writer! she inspires me to write better but also inspires me to be a better person, she's so sweet and deserves all the love in the world! she writes like an angel with gold ink and i still get giddy and shy whenever i interact with her. she's the type of person who makes you feel warm and you would want to run up to and hug every time you see her. i truly hope she continues receiving all the love and appreciation she deserves and more! she's truly perfect, i wouldn't be surprised if she's hiding wings and a halo

@tiensmamains/@sageskisses444-deactivated20230 / @never-fair | my darling sage, even though she's not on tumblr anymore, i won't forget her - she always made me smile and laugh and happy just by being her. her taste in memes were impeccable and she was so easy to talk to. my friendship with her, although early and brief is one that i will treasure forever! i appreciate her and miss her so much, i hope we cross paths again soon ⏤ quick edit: she's back! hehehe~

@futurecorps3 | lola is the most supportive and sweetest person i have had the pleasure of being friends with. she's also so talented in writing and deserves so so soo much more recognition and love. she makes me feel at ease and appreciated, she truly has a heart of gold and is a friend and fellow writer that i will treat as preciously as she treats me so naturally. true kindness embodied in a person, that's lola!

@loving-and-dreaming | such a sweetheart, i love her so much! her excitement for my writing just rejuvenates me (o´〰`o)♡*✲ﾟ*｡ she's so supportive and kind and so lovely to talk to. she's a great friend and her friendship is precious to me. she is someone i feel like i would do anything for because she's that precious of a person. a cinnamon roll embodied, that's the best description of her, adorable and sweet but also with the biggest heart!

@prongsio | lola! darling! she deserves so much, she supported me from the very beginning and another writer i look up to, though i also look up to her for aesthetic goals - she is the queen of aesthetics! i don't know how often she changes her blog's 'looks' but i anticipate each one without even knowing it's coming. lowkey, she gives me cool older sister vibes even though she's younger than me so i still get shy around her (i've always wanted an older sister ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ)

@its-sappho-biotch | bibi is so supportive, ugh! i'm so grateful, words can't even describe how much i adore her (┳Д┳) every comment, not matter how small means so much to me, coming from her. every writer would be blessed to have a reader like her indulging in their works and i'm one of those lucky writers! i will treasure her always! she's the type of reader i aspire to be because she lets them know how much she likes their writing but i get shy and i over complicate my words! i want to be more like bibi!

@wicked-sprite-66 | another reader that im so lucky to have in my life, at this point, my darling has become a life line to me, without her, i wouldn't be writing! she's so sweet and appreciative of my work that now i'm conditioned to smile every time i see her hearting or commenting on my writing. i adore her so much, such a precious sweetheart that i'm so lucky to have in my life, supporting me! no words can describe how much i adore her (┳Д┳)

@diputy | eryn! my kindred spirit! we are on the same wavelength when it comes to fanfiction tropes and i love it! it makes me so happy every time i get to fangirl in the comments with her, she has me kicking my feet and rolling around in my bed acting like a teenage girl chatting with her bestie about her crush! ahhhh! i love it so much! it makes me so so sooo happy, she makes me happy! ₍₍ (ง ˙ω˙)ว ⁾⁾

@neeezza101 / @cassandra-nerezza-black | my darling that i want to protect from all bad things in the world! she's another sweetheart that has won my heart and won't give it back! she's supportive and sweet and such a lovely person to talk to! she is a very precious person and having her support means the world to me! if anyone hurts her or makes her sad, i will do everything in my power to make them pay! no one hurts her or they will get everything that's coming to them!

@somewereinthegalaxi / @thebestofoneshots | rose! omg...where do i even begin?! ‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º· she's such a friendly person and so easy to talk to, she's incredibly kind and such a sweetheart as well. anybody would be lucky to have a friend like her, she's just so bright and warm and is definitely someone who can get along with anybody. there's something very magnetic about her that i could talk to her forever if i could! she's been so supportive of my writing too! she and her friendship are truly a blessing in my life! i have yet to read her writing but i'm such she writes as beautiful as she is as a person and a friend ٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶

STILL UNDER CONSTRUCTION ... MORE MOOTS TO COME + PRAISE FOR BEING A DARLING

[thatbadadvice]

Help! What If A Person Has A Human Body At My Wedding?

Dear Prudence, Slate, 17 August 2022:

Q. Am I wrong to think his actions were rude and disrespectful toward me at their family BBQ? I recently met my fiancé’s family for the first time at the family BBQ which his mom and dad organized at their cabin at the lake. Everything went well overall until the end. They seemed like friendly people. The sister initially I thought was a bit stand-offish but by the end, we had a chance to chat and my perspective of her changed. Mind you I am a very intuitive person and I can usually pick up people’s energy. I am also an introvert, so it takes me time to warm up to people. As we were winding down to say goodbye to everyone, I was standing next to my fiancé and directly behind his brother with just a small space between myself and the brother.

The brother decided to let one out loudly. A huge loud fart. This is a full-grown, married man acting in this way. My fiancé’s reaction was to pull me closer to him. His family’s reaction was to scoff it off. I can tell his wife was not pleased but also smiled about it. I felt embarrassed and disrespected but I played it cool until a few days later when I attempted to talk to my fiancé about it, to tell him how I felt. And how I was concerned for this type of behavior to happen at our wedding. His brother had texted him the next day and stated he “felt bad for farting on me.” My fiancé became defensive and angrily stated, “I won’t invite them then if you are worried about your family being disrespected.”

He said I was getting too worked up about it. Am I wrong to think his brother was rude and disrespectful for releasing gas loudly on me? Whether he did it intentionally or not, that’s not something you do in the presence of a stranger you have never met before. I need some advice on how to move forward because I feel like the next family encounter will be awkward, especially if he is going to be my fiancé’s best man at our wedding. Please give me some advice.

-- Rude Welcome Into The Family

Dear Rude Welcome,

Wedding days are fraught enough without the threat of the possibility of a person potentially passing gas somewhere in the general vicinity of the proceedings, the all time worst thing that could ever happen at or to a wedding in the era of overlapping global pandemics and climate-change-induced extreme weather events. 

So no, you are emphatically not too worked up about this -- of all the things that could go wrong on your special day, one guy doing a fart is absolutely at the top of the list. When people think of things that could absolutely fucking decimate the day they’ve spent months, even years, planning, they think of a man farting. Brides and grooms the world over lay awake at night, trying to game out every terrifying eventuality that could result in the total destruction of their wedding experience, but none looms so large as: a fart.

You are infinitely kind and patient to entertain the thought that the fart could have been accidental, but we both know that all humans everywhere can contain their gaseous emissions all the time, because all our bodies all work exactly the same, and everyone knows that a barbecue meal of greasy smoked meats accompanied by flavorful greens and soupy baked beans is unlikely to produce alimentary gas! The math simply does not add up! This man is coming for you directly and specifically with his butt! The call is coming from inside this full-grown married man’s rectal cavity, and you mustn’t answer it! 

Trust your impeccable intuition for once. And indeed it’s lucky that this gastrointestinal, barbecudinal tragedy befell you, an intuitive person, before your future brother-in-law had a chance to raze an entire church with a toot. A person less attuned to the ~ vibes ~ of the universe might not have recognized this man as the agent of chaos he so clearly is, but you sussed out his nefarious flatus for what it truly is: the sheer essence of disrespect, an intentional and deliberate flatulative assault on you personally, and a warning shot across the bow of your future wedding vows. This man cannot be allowed anywhere near your nuptials, lest the force of his flatulence blow the entire wedding party to kingdom come, a thing he clearly intends to do on purpose because he had gas after eating barbecue one time when you were there.

In fact, you may consider retaining a notary to stand watch at the entry to your venue so that they can witness signatures for those guests who are willing to enter into a contractual agreement not to pass wind for for the following five hours. Attendees who are unwilling to show you this most basic sign of respect by shutting down the normal functions of their human body during an event that probably includes an elaborate sit-down meal could perhaps watch a livestream of the ceremony in the comfort of their own disgusting, fart-filled homes like the repulsive trash goblins they are.

[natigail]

hope you have fun at WAD!!! 🥳🥳🎉

I am having SO much fun! It’s the intermission right now and the show is just as brilliant as I remember. Dan’s ability to capture an audience remains impeccable and the vibes are so good. I’ve also got lovely and cool phandom peeps on either side of me and chatting with them have been so fun. (Thank you for the ask, it made me smile 🥰)

[fitpacs]

phil and etoiles roasting tubbo on his own stream whilst chat laughs and agrees

impeccable vibes

[familyvideostevie]

Howdy, friend! As someone who recently stumbled upon your content and is also ride or die for penny & sparrow — just dropping in to say that your tlou fic titles are an absolute DELIGHT

Your taste? Impeccable. Your writing? Beautiful. Your creativity? Masterful. Your vibes? Fantastic.

OH MY GOD. I’ve been over here titling all of my Joel fics with penny & sparrow lyrics hoping someone would notice someday 😭😭😭 you just MADE MY DAY!! they’re one of my absolute favorite bands. come chat w me about them I’m begging you.

and thank you for reading!!! you’re very kind. I’m so glad you found me!!! 🫶🏻

[blue-ravens]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍 -ypq

hi! unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately) i'm no fic writer but i have had the great honour of beta reading fics for some very talented writers who also happen to be great big awesome friends of mine. so i'm going to rec five (ok more than five) fics of theirs that i've had a small little teeny tiny part in creating.

decrescendo / roll over beethoven by @movietonight (salvabon on AO3) - so this came from an insane idea mack had a while back, what if charles and mulcahy had swapped fates in gf&a? well, this is the work-in-progress behemoth that it inspired. i'm having great fun swapping ideas and such with mack, and i'm so excited for what happens next.

i never used to look at highway lines as treasure maps by stregatrek on AO3 - one of my top tier favourite fics, written by my good best friend gene, and watching this unfold in real time over chat was just magical. go read this, it's utterly exquisite (also? also? please read from lowest place when virtuous things proceed, also by my bestie because it actually never fails to make me cry. one of the very first 'charles goes to maine' fics, i might add. also also!! wish that you were here is one theeeee superior donna/charles fic series i've ever had the great fortune of being involved with so read that as well, you'll thank me later)

the home series by @onekisstotakewithme - i had a somewhat small role in this epic fic series but i think you should just read this anyway because this is a true master at work here. i just provided a few commas : )

a winter night by @vanillatumbleweedscoffee/@patsdrabbles (summertimepoet on AO3) - this originally came from a prompt for a fic i gave to the very lovely and talented pat on here a while back, and ohhh this melted me into a puddle of goo. also. because pat is just that that good, there's also art!! love you pat <3

shizukana yoi ni, hikario tomoshi (in the quiet of the night, let our candle always burn) - my baby my bestie my beloved, the modern au fic that started it ALL. it's got all you could want. fake dating. mutual pining. angst. whump. a killer queen soundtrack. i cannot tell you how much fun i had with this one, and honestly we had so much fun with this little project, and it shows. ally has the great honour of christening the charles/donna ship tag on AO3 and when she can filling it with such quality, it's safe to say it's pretty much her tag now. we are not worthy.

so you heard it here first, if you want the best and the most impeccable charles/hawkeye, charles/donna, or heck, charles/hawkeye/donna vibes going, these are the authors whose archives you should be rummaging around in like a feral raccoon in a supermarket dumpster. GO NOW and read them all and leave comments and kudos, and then come back and yell with me about them. you're welcome.

[fuckmymunson]

↳˗ˏˋWhat your favorite HP character says about you:ˊˎ˗ ↴

a/n: don't @ me, this is just a big ol' joke, and you have no idea how much I laughed while doing this. These are my opinions and I’m mostly making fun of myself, so keep that in mind! <3.

↳- Marauders Era! -༉‧₊˚✧

James Potter: The straight A+ student now suffers from raging anxiety and drools for old men. No, come back, I'm talking to you.

Sirius Black: How are your mommy issues going on, dear? Is this one your favorite because it's cool, or you're just really horny? And, how's that desire to get everyone's approval going on?

Remus Lupin: We get it, you like this one! Shut up for five minutes. How do you cope with your daddy issues? Oh, yeah? You don't care? Then why are you crying?

Peter Pettigrew: How does it feel to be ignored in the group chat? Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention.

Lily Evans: Mommy issues, probably bisexual, middle sibling vibes.

Marlene Mckinnon: I wanna make fun of you, but is so obviously correct. Also, how’s your relationship with your parents? Do they know you're not straight?

Regulus Black: How do you cope with your depression? How does it feel to have the weight of the world on your shoulders? Why do you pretend everything’s fine?

Severus Snape: Thank you for letting me know to ignore all your future opinions. Please, stop ghosting your therapist.

Bellatrix Lestrange/Black: Officer, is this one, right here. I’m terrified of you, please stay 10 meters away from me.

↳- Lighting Era! -༉‧₊˚✧

Harry Potter: The safest option, maybe a little bit overrated, but is still a good one! You have an insatiable desire for sub-boys. Bisexual vibes but you only date gamer boys, nothing more.

Ron Weasley: You’ll never grow out of this phase. You wear converse and you have a transparent phone case. You order matcha, at Starbucks, with oat milk.

Hermione Granger: This may not be everyone’s favourite, but it’s yours and s’ok. Marina stan, Hermit the Frog on repeat. 

Draco Malfoy: This was a big part of your sexual awakening. Daddy issues. You smell nice.

Ginny Weasley: Book biased? You have worryingly anger issues. Movie biased? Please seek help immediately.

Cedric Diggory: You have impeccable taste. You’re gorgeous, be my bestie, no questions.

Fred and/or George Weasley: Perfect out-of-the-box pick! The quality is just high and enough, and the popularity is low enough. But I know what you read, you want both at the same time, am I right? Disgusting (call me xo).

Luna Lovegood: So true. You’re right, you’re correct. You are insane, your mental illness is getting worse every day, but, at least you have a good sense of fashion. Gay vibes, stop playing with your septum please.

Tom Riddle: Nostalgia makes the good things seem great. S’just a phase, I promise. Is like the default settings when you start reading/watching HP.

Voldemort: This was the perfect outside-the-box pick, like, 10 years ago, but so many people that didn't wanna be mainstream picked it that it became mainstream. Please stop with that superiority complex, you’re a very ordinary human being.

[deaf-bakugou]

I remembered something that happened and it has, impeccable Bakugou vibes and I had to share it with someone who might appreciate it

So I do like, art streams, and if I don't have mic on I at least have music playing in the background, most of the time though I have music and mic on, and for some context, I'm HOH

Anyway someone in chat once complained that the music was too loud, and I normally keep my music so it's not too loud to me so I can focus on what I'm doing

So I was legit just like "??? Chief I hate to break it to you but I can't fucking hear it if it's any lower"

IT DOES HAVE BAKUGOU VIBES but also like this is a weird battle between my wife and I??? Like she has SUPER sensitive hearing and obviously I don't hear a damn thing very well. So in the car if I drive some where I turn the volume TO THE MAX and will forget to turn it down so it blasts my poor wife when she gets into the car to drive. Or we go somewhere together and fight over the volume "I can't hear it" "my ears hurt" the solution is ear plugs for her, or I have a set of beats headphones (oddly popular in the Deaf/hoh community for music. Probably because they amp up to over 100 decibles) ((if you are hearing please don't listen to them on max)) so I put those on and turn them up and my wife says she can still hear my music in the next room! Lol. Also I love her.

But imagine the Bakusquad driving somewhere and just being blasted out of the car by Bakugou's music. Peak entertainment. "Bro please turn it down please"

Bakugou opens the glove box and tosses a pack of ear plugs at them.