#never really saw him as a blonde but its cool! i love it when he is always like >:c

[angeloftrumpets]

yesterday while i was waiting in line in the food bank i was listening to music and remembered this video, i used to listen to this a bunch a few years ago, now this does seem a little silly to admit but i actually did not know about paradise lost until recently, (my mom is very religious so im sure this is something she wouldnt have let me read lol) but!!! i got so happy remembering the title screen and realizing that this video references(?) paradise lost!!! i remembered always wondering why they picked that name as a title screen for the animation, its so nice to revisit this video now <3 !!

[helpallthenamesaretakensblog]

rating every 'you drool when you sleep'

BOOK:

the standard literally

Reading it later on you realise that annabeth isn't some cool nonchalant girlboss like how percy saw her, she was internally prolly just like

"ok how to boy?? How to communicate to pretty boy (OMG HE HAS PRETTY EYES) that I'm an intimidating queen who should not be messed around with?? ooh yes I'll tell him that he drools ah yes I'm so slay”

And she just skipped away with "her blonde hair bouncing behind her"

and percy fell for it he was like 😯 woah she’s playing hard to get wow i should watch my drooling from now on shes so cool

and ykw she's the legend the icon and the moment we love and stan her

peak twelve year old

also kickstarted one of the best ships

Infinity/10

MOVIE

Deleted scene smh

Its so weird coming out of an adult woman's mouth, not alexandra’s fault its the writers fault (probably why it was deleted), but her line delivery makes it sound like she’s reminding percy of an office meeting later on in the day

logan’s wtf face was funny tho ill give it that

3.5/10

MUSICAL

“IVE NEVER SEEN A FACE AS BEAUTIFUL AS—“ “you drool when you sleep”

I know kristen was way too old to play annabeth just as alexandra but her voice is so high pitched she plays it off well

Peak comedy

just percy singing a ballad about this pretty angel who he feels a very good weird way about while annabeth is there like 🤨 you drool when you sleep lol

and the fact that annabeth had a reprise of that saying that percy was cute in a good weird way and i-🥺 (ik its the deluxe version that wasnt in the main musical, but its official, so its musical canon shush)

10/10 (i changed my mind)

TV SHOW

OK BUT ANNABETH BEING A SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON IS SO FUNNY

*hovering over percy as he slips in and out of consciousness in a dark room* you drool when you sleep😒

But tbh if i was a show only watcher i would be like “what is the point of this?”

But it really supports that aspect of annabeth’s character in the show that does not know any social skills so its kind of even more cuter???i guess??

9/10

[kindaasrikal]

Resurrected Morro head canons because I’m supremely bored+the ninja:

Morro cusses everyone out every two seconds. There is no ‘soft side’ this mf is a sword that never loses its edge.

Because of Wu and only Wu, Morro is a sarcastic little loser. He will not hold back on insulting someone either.

He’s actually surprisingly quiet most of the time, like even his footsteps are near silent. The ninja have gotten jump-scared by him more than they ever did when he was dead.

He cannot handle any sort of affection, care, or love given to him. Like he can very rarely do it himself with no sweat, he’s complimented Nya’s skill or Cole’s strength hundreds of times, but if anyone like Kai or Wu (two individuals known to train daily and know all that bull inside out) were to compliment him he’s suddenly a tomato. He’ll start looking away from you, acting all nonchalant but everyone can hear the way his voice goes higher each second another compliment is thrown at him.

Morro likes floating in the air, even if it’s just casually hovering or just sitting in the air he likes doing it. One time, Pixal dragged in a pile of vengestone to use for a project or something and this mf fell HARD on to the ground. As much as Pixal felt guilty, she would do it again since it helped her realise Morro was hiding some broken ribs.

Morro walks into doors, or walls, blinks, and walks away like nothing happened. (he’s trying to ignore Jay’s laughter)

After Morro and Wu reconciled and Lloyd and Morro began getting along he heard the two talking about how it would be cool if Morro could look more like Wu, just so people would stop calling Morro his ‘adopted’ son (thats his baby, nothing else) and so Lloyd doesn’t have to say Morro is just in his emo phase. As much as the convo was a joke, Morro took it seriously and the next day both Wu and Lloyd almost burst into either tears or shocked laughter when they saw the green streak was replaced by a blonde.

Morro actually isn’t emo, or goth, or punk. He’s all three at once and yet none at the same time. (Don’t be surprised when you see him wearing spiked bracelets and a pink shirt from Zane). To put it basically he has no fashion sense he just throws things together as long as it’s baggy and easy to deal with.

Edit: forgot to add, he’s old. This guy dresses like Wu and enjoys traditional clothing more than anything. He only wears anything different when going to the city and it’s still rlly baggy and basic. He somehow still rocks it.

Morro does not buy his own clothes, he just steals everyone else’s (Lloyd convinced him to do it with him.)

Even after Morro and Kai dealt with their issue they act like a toxic asian couple who are on the verge of divorce.

Cole likes to pick up the small members of the group, like Jay or Lloyd. Morro has become a victim and he bites.

He really likes reading. And history. After Lloyd introduced Misako to him they both got along so well they began sharing stories of Wu, Lloyd and Garmadon. All three are horrified at what those two know.

When Morro is floating in like a standing position, Nya likes falling out of the air or smth (she lowkey just appears) and falls on to his shoulder and stays there. Morro has learnt to accept his position as a chair.

Morro actually knows how to cook but doesn’t enjoy doing it, so Zane just kinda stares at him and pulls out something he knows Morro would want and suddenly you have two chefs with frilly pink aprons on. One is scowling as he beats the eggs and the other is smiling like he has no worries with sparkles and everything.

Morro has convinced the ninja one by one to join him in making a tornado out of each of their elements. Wu is not amused.

A lot of people headcanon Morro to not be able to do spinjitzu, so I say the reason behind that is because mini Morro was forbidden to do so by young Wu to use spinjitzu after he kept making tornados and the such and destroying part of the monastery. Morro unintentionally kept following it until one day he was asked by Lloyd why he never use it. Slowly but surely he came to the realisation it was Wu’s fault and pointed at him going like “IT WAS YOU!” And this old man was snorted into his tea. He forgot he forbade him.

When Morro gets resurrected he uses some sketchy magic book to summon Garmadon cause he was bored and wanted to someone to mess with (he missed his annoying uncle) (he called Lloyd in two second later and recorded him bursting into tears, both of them) (he froze and sweat dropped when he heard four armed Garmadon say something about his soul hurting last night.)

He’s like a hermit and a hobo combined.

As much as Morro can read, he can’t write, and as much as Lloyd can write, he can’t read. They join forces in deciphering scrolls.

Morro and Lloyd get along like burning trash. They happily cuss each other out and bully each other on a daily, they even call back to past traumas. Yet five seconds later Lloyd flops down onto a tired Morro and says “Hey do you wanna get ice cream with me? I found this place that i think would rlly suit your taste” and even after the both argue the whole time they take getting there the Lloyd actually was hoping Morro would like it because they had old man flavours. And even after Morro acts like he couldn’t care less and that Lloyd acts like a lil baby, he buys them both ice cream.

Okok im done i might do this for the other ninja i miss them ajgdjshs

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Hey ml! Can you do the greasers (separate) with a read who dyes her hair a lot! And changes it up a lot! Thank you!!

Summary: The gang x a reader who dyes their hair a lot

Warning: none

Author's Note: none

PONYBOY CURTIS

Pony has had some crazy run ins with hair dye, from bleaching to having Soda and Steve dye his blond hair red while he was sleeping as a 'prank'

It washed out to a light pink and he was so frustrated. He met you when his hair was still tinted pink, you complimented it despite its bad apply job.

He was so embarrassed that he saw you ( a pretty person ) when he looked like that. He actually stayed away from you for a while until the pink was fully washed out.

Once it was washed out he started talking to you and trying to hang out. He realllllly loves your hair. he likes running his hands through it.

He'll always suggest a new colour for you to try out and will buy boxes of dye for you.

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny finds your hair so cool, he didn't know people could get hair in 'unnatural' colours like blue, green, etc.

He likes when you have hair that stands out, like a bright colour or a pattern like skunk highlights etc. He says it makes you easier to find in a crowd.

He really tries to keep you away from his parents though, because they are ultra religious and he doesn't want them to get the wrong impression of you.

His favorite hair colour of yours is blue, he likes it when its really dark because he thinks it really compliments your eyes and makes you look good.

SODAPOP CURTIS

Soda has never really ( like Johnny ) been around a person with 'unnatural' hair. Mostly because he prefers the middle class parties and not Bucks where a lot of people have dyed their hair to match their party outfits.

He's really enamoured by your hair, constantly touching it (with your permission) because he thinks the dye might rub off onto something else. For example, if your hair is under your jacket, he'll pull it out for you.

He will never EVER let you dye his hair though. He likes it sure but he prefers his natural hair and he thinks his hair could fall out. Maybe when your older though.

Soda likes it when your hair is blonde with hints of green, purple, etc. Pigeon hair basically. He thinks its so cool how it looks metallic and stuff.

STEVE RANDLE

I feel like Steve has tried out hair dye once. He put it over his brown hair so it didn't show up very well, but he had hints of red in his hair for about 5 months.

He loves it when you dye your hair red. He secretly really wants you to dye his hair but knows he cant pull it off like you and his mother would be really unhappy.

He always likes it when your hair is patterned and has hints of red in it, skunk highlights with red for example, he thinks its so tuff and it matches your vibe.

He will let you dye his hair ONCE, with some convincing and the promise of 'it will wash out soon'. He loved it but he's glad it washed out quickly because his mom was on his BACK.

TWO BIT MATHEWS

Two Bit always had a thing for people who dye their hair. Partially because soc girls are unreachable and they dont dye their hair but also because it makes you look badass.

Think Ramona Flowers, he's your scott pilgrim. He's always making sure your hair is healthy and that it doesn't 'fall out' because, in his words, "You won't have anything to dye if you have no hair,"

He loves sitting in the bathroom with you, watching you dye your hair as he drinks a beer. The conversations between you two are always super good when you're together like that.

His sister has seen you around so much that she's asked for pink hair. You and Two Bit sat together with her, putting pink eye shadow in her hair so it would wash out after a day.

DARRY CURTIS

Darry thinks the dark colors make you look extremely sultry and beautiful. He loves it when you do a dark raspberry color or dark blue. He livess for it.

He will never dye his hair though, even if you try to convince him. He's firm on his belief that his natural hair looks best.

He's always been a little curious to what your natural hair colour is though. When you dyed it back to your origional colour he was over the moon happy and thought it looked sooo good.

He also enjoys sitting with you while you dye your hair. He'll even wash out the dye in the sink for you. He likes being connected with you especially while you do something you like.

DALLAS WINSTON

Dallas has seen so many girls with coloured hair because he practically lives at Buck's parties. However he's never seen someone with hair like yours.

You managed to take care of your hair so it was still silky and smooth but it had such pretty colouring and it was patterned which kinda blew his mind.

He literally was so blown away by how cool your hair was and was really pissed when he saw he wasn't the only one who noticed and that there were a bunch of guys coming to talk to you.

He made it there first tho and struck up conversation. It ended as you two dating!

He'll never dye his hair, he's a bit too insecure for that and doesn't want to look 'less tuff' in anyones eyes. But he'll smoke a cigarette while you dye yours and splash water at you to annoy you.

[vivalas-vega]

Flygirl / Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

this idea came to me suddenly and I could not sleep until I wrote it. I really intended for this to be short and sweet but it took on a life of it’s own lol hope you enjoy!

flygirl / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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word count: 8k

warnings: fluffy jake, swearing, probably a lot of fighter jet/flying inaccuracies, oral (f recieving), unprotected p-in-v (pls be safe)

summary: Whiskey is the Dagger Squad’s favorite bartender, and Hangman’s best friend... when he decides to take her flying long repressed feelings bubble to the surface.

Classic rock filtered through the jukebox nestled away in the corner, mixing harmoniously with the chatter of patrons scattered throughout the Hard Deck, all looking to unwind after a long day on the nearby Naval base. You stood behind the bar, fixing drinks and bobbing your head along to whatever tune was playing, pretending to be riveted by the story the old-timer was telling you. Your eyes skimmed the room, landing on your favorite group of pilots gathered around their usual spot at the pool table and you didn’t even notice the smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. They’d all filtered in a few months ago, having witnessed some old friends reuniting, new friends forming bonds, and a particular pair who seemed to be at odds but you knew better. You saw right through the two of them and knew once the pissing contest had run its course they’d be just as close as the rest of them. 

You were an unofficial member of the Dagger Squad, having been their favorite bartender and earning a call sign of your own based upon your drink of choice, and they were the only group for whom you’d willingly go to your place of work on a night off. Your sights set on the tall blonde, hanging off to the side watching Rooster and Phoenix battle it out, and it wasn’t long before he noticed and was in motion, your senses overwhelmed by that southern drawl and the scent of his cologne. “Just the bartender I was hopin’ to see.” 

“Hangman,” you greeted, trying not to smile as you prepared a gin and tonic for the mousy brunette now ogling the pilot who was only focused on your hands as you quickly mixed the drink. You set it before the girl who slowly went back to her friends, chuckling as she nearly tripped over her own feet in an attempt to keep her eyes on him for as long as possible, “she’s cute, you should go after her.” 

“Who?” He mused, eyes boring into your own as he flashed his famous smirk and you just shook your head, pouring his drink into a tumbler and handing it to him before he even had a chance to order. “Not the whiskey I was hoping for,” he angled, referencing the callsign he’d bestowed upon you.

“You simply couldn’t handle it, Hangman,” you teased, wiping the bar down and raising an eyebrow at him. “You said you wanted to see me?”

“Mmhm, Maverick has granted me a favor,” he stated, watching as you slipped your apron off and tossed it under the bar, pouring your own drink before hopping over and following Hangman to your group of friends.

“And what might that favor be?” You knew better than to fall into any of his traps, but the setup of this one had your curiosity piqued.

“Well, we were all talking and we thought it was a damn shame our newest member has her own callsign, but has never been up in a fighter jet.” Your brows furrowed as you processed the implication of what he’d said, eyes shooting to Phoenix, then Rooster, looking for any hint of him yanking your chain.

“You’ve heard all our stories but have never experienced it, it was actually my idea,” Phoenix supplied and you gave her an exasperated look. Sure, they made what they did sound cool as hell and you loved how passionate they were about their line of work but you preferred your feet firmly planted on the earth below you, not whizzing around the skies.

“And, seeing as I saved Mav and Rooster’s life, I had a favor to cash in. Secured a two-seater and a spot on the runway at nine am tomorrow morning… so maybe make that your only drink tonight.” Hangman eyed the amber liquid in your glass. 

“I’m not getting in a jet with you, Bagman,” you replied simply, earning a snort from Rooster. 

He couldn’t hide his shock, “you don’t want to fly with the best pilot in the Navy?”

“Oh, so Maverick is taking me up? You should really work on your delivery, you had me confused for a moment.” Rooster let out a full laugh now, enjoying as you so easily worked him up.

“No, you’ll be flying with me. I thought you would be excited,” his tone was playful but you sighed as you heard the undertone of hurt. 

“Flying is just not my thing,” you tried to save yourself but the looks of your friends made you realize you weren’t getting out of this. You should have been excited, even touched that they so badly wanted to share this part of their lives with you, to clue you in on the most important thing to them but in reality all you felt was a pit of anxiety. Especially because it was Jake Seresin you’d be flying with. You trusted him implicitly, on the ground, but in the sky? Well, you’d heard the stories of the cocky pilot, keen on taking risks and pulling out dangerous maneuvers even when the situation didn’t necessarily call for it. It was enough to make you shudder from your safe spot behind the bar, and you were perfectly fine with not completely being in the loop whenever they talked about their time in the air. 

“Whiskey, you’re going to love it, I promise.” Phoenix reassured, looping her arm through yours, the other wrapping around your waist. You leaned against her and sighed, mind running with all the what if’s. What if this was the one time there was a malfunction with his engine, what if this was the one time he didn’t stick the landing, what if this was the one time he can’t fly his way out of a bird strike, what if- “I can literally hear the grinding of gears in your brain, Mav wouldn’t have said yes if he knew you wouldn’t be safe.” Phoenix broke you out of your spiral with a new tactic to calm your nerves, placing a kiss to your cheek and going back to her pool game.

“Wait no, come back I think she’s still anxious,” Hangman called after her, having enjoyed the moment of affection between you two but all he got was two middle fingers. You checked the time on your watch, realizing the night was winding down and you glanced at Penny who waved you off, conveying that you were fine to leave for the evening. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Hangman said to you softly, encouraging you to finish your drink and before you knew it he was taking your glass to the bar and grabbing your bag from Penny.

“If she comes off that jet with even a hair out of place, Hangman…” You could hear her warn and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry Pen, you won’t even have the chance to kill me… there’s more than enough people on base that will do it for you.” He wasn’t wrong, you’d become a bit of a fixture to all of the Naval officers in the area, much like Penny had. You were there almost every night, fixing them drinks and offering a listening ear, whether they needed to decompress after a stressful day or boast over a victory and you wouldn’t have changed it for anything. You loved being at the Hard Deck, Penny paid you far more than she should and she encouraged you to follow your passions, indulging any one of your whims with nothing but love and support. 

“You’ll be fine, you know. He cares about you more than anything, he’s not going to be reckless with you.” Rooster all but whispered into your ear as you hugged goodbye and it actually eased some of the tension that had your body rigid. He felt the change and smiled as he pulled away, a little smug to know he was the one that calmed the racing thoughts. “And if you change your mind, I’m sure I could sweet talk Mav into letting me take you.” He joked and you just shook your head with a small laugh, smiling up at Jake as his hand rested on the small of your back.

“So you two can run out of fuel above the Pacific?” He jabbed and you just waved your hand between the two of them.

“Not this argument again,” you sighed as you remembered the first night you’d met them all, and their little stand-off by the pool table. Jake’s hand was feather light on your back as he guided you out of the bar and into the cool night air, sliding his jacket over your shoulders just as he always did.

“You know, we do this every night, you’d think you’d remember a jacket.” 

“Hoes don’t get cold.” You mumbled, wrapping it around your frame and he barked out a laugh. The silence was comfortable as you started the short walk along the beach to your bungalow, an old family home passed down not too far from the bar. You two had been doing this ever since you met, Jake knew you could take care of yourself but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see for himself that you’d made it home safe, and after one night of forgetting to text him once you did he made it his personal mission to be your escort. You’d protested, saying something about being strong and independent, but in reality you loved it. Out here you saw a completely different side of him. He wasn’t Hangman, he was just Jake. 

“Why did you ask Mav if you could take me flying?” You finally asked, breaking the silence. It was so soft he almost didn’t catch it over the sound of the waves lapping against the shore a few yards away.

“Phoenix had a point, you’re a part of the squad and have to listen to all our stories, only seems fair to let you experience it for yourself.” He supplied the same answer from earlier in the night through tight lips and you narrowed your eyes as you looked up at him knowing he wasn’t giving you the full truth. Sure, it was a reason, but it wasn’t the reason.

“Wanna try that again?” You asked, climbing up the stairs of your back porch and settling into the creaky porch swing just as you always did, patting the spot beside you.

He was silent for a moment, swaying the two of you as he sat down, carefully considering his next words but sighing as he knew there wasn’t really anything he could get past you. “I’d honestly been thinking about it before Phoenix brought it up… she just gave me the perfect excuse to finally do something about it. Sometimes I feel like you’re the only person that actually knows me, but you’re missing this huge part and I don’t know… I kind of just wanted to share that with you.” Your breath caught at his vulnerability. You did know him better than anyone, your short walks on the beach that turned into long conversations on that very porch swing into the wee hours of the morning created a bond you didn’t have with any of the other aviators. Somewhere deep down you’d known the two of you were dancing around something  much bigger than friendship but you’d both never admit it to yourselves or anyone else for fear of wrecking what you already had. They’d all been on North Island for much longer than you anticipated, and it seemed it would stay that way for a little while longer, but the thought of them all being whisked away from you, especially him, sent a sharp pang through your heart every time it crossed your mind and you’d never jeopardize your moments on the porch swing for something that may not pan out. 

“You don’t actually have to if you don’t want to… I probably shouldn’t have sprung it on you in front of everyone, I just-” he started, seeing you deep in thought and suddenly getting self conscious, a feeling so foreign to him he couldn’t stand it.

“No, Jake I’m really touched you even want to take me flying… I know how much it means to you. I’m just a little scared, I mean I’ve heard all of your stories, and Rooster’s and Phoenix's and I just don’t understand how you guys do that every day.”

“Darlin’, all that scary stuff  happens on missions. We’re just going on a little joy ride, no enemies lurking around or SAM’s to watch out for. Just you, me and the open sky.” He promised.

“It’s not even that, I…” you trailed off, knowing it was unfair to keep yourself guarded and not share what you were really scared of when he’d been so open with you, but something was stopping you from taking the plunge.

“Tell me,” he encouraged softly, his hand taking up residence on your thigh and rubbing reassuringly. 

“I’m scared that I’m going to understand,” you admitted and he looked at you a little confused but waited for you to gather your thoughts enough to continue. “It really terrifies me, you know? What you all do… you rowdy pilots came into my bar and my life hasn’t been the same since, you guys are my family and I hate knowing that any one of these days you could get called away and never make your way back home to me. I’m scared that once I get up there with you I’m going to understand why you all love it so much and then I’m not even going to be able to be mad at you when something goes wrong.” 

“Oh sweetheart,” he said, tenderly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. He was sure his heart had broken wide open hearing your confession, hearing that this had been a fear of yours for longer than he knew. “We’re all going to be just fine, I don’t know if you know this or not but… Dagger Squad is pretty badass.” He said with a small smirk, trying to lift the mood.

“Maverick and Rooster almost died.” Your voice was small and he wasn’t sure how to combat this one. You were right, they did almost die and it was your voice that pushed him to fly after them, your voice that overruled every fiber of his being that was trained to take orders, your voice that got him a slap on the wrist for doing just the opposite. Sure, despite his icy exterior he’d grown a soft spot for Rooster, but more than that he just wasn’t sure he could ever look you in the eye again if he had to come home and tell you they hadn’t made it, that he didn’t do anything to help.

“But they didn’t. We’re an official squadron now, and we’re always going to have each other’s backs. No one on this team is dying until we’re all old and gray, and if for whatever reason something does happen, well… maybe then at least you’ll have the comfort of understanding. Understanding why we do it, and why we’re all okay with the risks.” 

You nodded, “I am excited to fly with you, Jake. I kind of just wish you all had chosen different passions,” you said half-heartedly.

“Well sweetheart, then none of us would have ever walked into your bar.” He pulled you into his side, placing a reassuring kiss on your temple and you sat like that for a while, just enjoying the silence and feeling a little better that you’d told him your fears, about the one thing that often kept you up at night. He eventually tugged you up after you let out a loud yawn, pulling out his keys and unlocking your door with the spare you’d given him a while ago… engraved lovingly with ‘Dagger Spare’, a teasing prod to his position within that mission all those months ago. “Let's get you to sleep, you’ve got an exciting day ahead of you.” 

He waited on the edge of your bed while you got ready, his own mind swirling as he reflected on what you’d told him. Sure, he knew you’d probably be disappointed if anything happened to them on a mission but he was hung up on your emphasis on him making his way home to you. Of course he flirted with you relentlessly, how could he not? He had decided a while ago you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and not just physically, though his mind, and eyes, did wander. You weaseled your way into his heart about a minute after he met you, in awe of how you handled the busiest night in the bar on your own, still finding the time to banter with him and challenge him like you’d known him your whole life. But despite it all, he would never cross that boundary, never intentionally push you too far with his remarks for fear of messing up a friendship with the only person he’d ever fully trusted.

“You can stay, if you want.” You mumbled, emerging from the bathroom in an oversized Navy shirt abandoned long ago by Jake after a group beach day at your house, and your hair tied up in a bun. Truth be told, it was one of his favorite comfy shirts, but he just didn’t have the heart to ask you for it back when you wore it so much better.

“That’s alright, darlin’,” he said, standing and pulling back the covers for you to slip into bed. You smiled softly as you settled in, watching as he propped himself up with a hand on your headboard to look down at you, “have something I need to grab before I blow your mind tomorrow.”

“Is that so?” Sleep was tugging at the corners of your mind and Jake committed the scene before him to memory, you looking up at him through tired eyes, his shirt riding up your exposed thighs. He tugged the blankets over you before the sight pushed him to do something reckless. 

“Mmhm,” he replied nonchalantly before grabbing your phone, setting an alarm and plugging it in for you. “Meet me on base at 8, have some safety stuff to go over with you before I can take you up.” 

You nodded, pulling the blankets under your chin and snuggling further into bed. “Thank you, Jake.”

“What for, sweetheart?” 

“For being you.” Your eyes were closed now and he knew it was only a matter of seconds before you were asleep. He couldn’t help but smile, ducking down to brush your hair out of your face and place a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“Sweet dreams, honey.” 

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The morning air sent a chill up your spine as you rolled down your window and passed your ID to the Naval officer at the guardhouse just outside the base, verifying you were in fact given clearance for the day. He waved you through and you felt the nerves begin to settle deep within your stomach as you found an empty parking spot. You stepped out of the car, adjusting your tank top as you looked down and wondered for the tenth time this morning if yoga pants and a thin tank were an appropriate choice for the day's activities. You felt you looked more ready for a run than flying around in a multi-million dollar fighter jet but you just weren’t sure what was appropriate.

You tapped the temporary key card you’d been given at the doors entrance, easily navigating your way through base to the hanger. This wasn’t the first time you’d been here, having been added to several of the pilots' visitors lists at various times to sit in on training per their request, or to watch them teach a new round of Top Gun students a flight maneuver on the radar. Your heart warmed as you remembered just how badly they wanted you to be a part of all of this with them, as much as you could, sharing the pieces they were able to.

“There she is!” Bob said excitedly, making his way to you as you walked out into the open air of the hangar to wrap you in a bear hug.

“Hey Bobby,” you greeted, ruffling his hair and walking with him as he rambled on about how excited he was for you to fly. “Oh wow, whole team is here for this.” You said, approaching the group a little nervously.

“Of course we are, we’ll be watching on the radar the whole time and listening in,” Mav reassured you. Your eyes darted around, looking for your favorite pilot but you didn’t see him anywhere.

“He’s just grabbing something,” Phoenix said, noting your confusion. “Meanwhile, I’ve been tasked with suiting you up.” She tugged you off to the side as everyone else lapsed back into conversation. She grabbed the flight suit that had been draped over a nearby table, watching you slip off your shoes and helping you step into it. 

“Aw, I’m Natasha Trace for the day,” you said as she zipped you in, noticing her name patch and smiling. 

“Actually, no you’re not.” She smirked, ripping the patch off and tucking it into her pocket. Hangman finally made an appearance and as you rejoined the group you noticed he had a helmet tucked under his arm and he invaded your space to smooth a new patch onto the now empty space of velcro on your chest. 

“You made me a name patch?” You asked, fingers ghosting over your name in dark green embroidery, Whiskey just underneath it. You couldn’t help but feel a little emotional that he’d gone through all of this for you, and it turned into a lot emotional when he revealed the helmet, complete with your callsign just like everyone else's. “You did not.” 

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I meant it, you’re a part of this team.” He smiled down at you, reassuringly squeezing your shoulders. Phoenix snapped a quick photo of you holding up your helmet, saying it was just about the cutest thing she’d ever seen before all of the pilots filtered back inside to watch the radar. He guided you past his own jet, smiling as you looked up at his name in big letters on the side, to the jet he’d be borrowing for the day. “How you feelin’?”

“A little more nervous, feels a lot more real now than it did last night.” You admitted, and he noticed the slight tremble in your hands before taking them in his own.

“It’s going to be just fine, once we get up there you’ll forget why you were even nervous.” He reassured, strapping you into all the necessary gear and securing your parachute pack to your back. He helped you climb up the steps, holding your hand as you stepped into the jet and sat in the backseat. He began pointing out everything in front of you, all the little buttons and where you could see them on the radar, explaining that this was Bob’s domain in the jet. 

“Do I have to do anything?” You asked, feeling overwhelmed taking in everything before you.

He shook his head, “not at all, none of this has anything to do with the actual flying, it’s for weapons control on a mission and making sure we keep in contact with the base.” You nodded, feeling a little relieved you weren’t going to be given any kind of task. “Now, this is the important part, sweetheart, you see these loops right here?” He asked, pointing between your feet, “these are for if we need to punch out.”

“If we need to punch out?” You asked, your eyes widening.

“We won’t need to, but I need you to know where they are. If I tell you to eject, you need to do it the second I tell you to, and you need to pull up on these loops with everything you have, alright?” He asked, eyes looking intensely into yours, looking for confirmation you understood and you nodded. “And this right here,” he gestured to a string attached to something he’d strapped you into earlier, “is connected to your parachute. As soon as you’re clear of the jet pull this and it will deploy and make sure you land safely. You don’t worry about the rest, I’ll take care of it when we’re on the ground.”

“But, all of this is hypothetical right?” You asked, suddenly envisioning having to blast yourself out of the jet and parachute down to safety.

“All hypothetical, darlin’, this is just a fun little ride, but you’ve gotta know the basics.” He reassured, placing a warm hand over your own. 

“Putting a lot of trust in you here, Jake,” you exhaled nervously.

“And I don’t take that lightly.” He squeezed your hand, “I’ll be taking you to the old training area we used for the last mission, minus all of the crazy maneuvers and stress. Just easy flying, and a few little tricks.” You nodded, feeling reassured that you weren’t going very far. He began strapping you in and you grunted as he pulled roughly, making sure everything was tight before tapping the helmet in your lap, signaling you to put it on. “This is your mask,” he said, clipping it into your helmet, “it’s got your mic in it so you and I can communicate when it’s a little loud in here, as well as so all our looky-loos can hear us.” Before you knew it you were ready to go, and Jake was hopping into the front seat, getting himself situated.

“Ready, darlin’?” 

“As I’ll ever be.” You peered around the seat, watching as he pressed various buttons, completely unsure of what he was doing but soon you felt the engine roar to life underneath you and the nervous pit in your stomach Jake had settled just moments ago returned.

“Hangman to range control, takeoff prechecks complete, how do you read?”

“Loud and clear, you are clear to taxi.” Surely enough you began to move, slowly pulling out of the hangar and navigating to the runway.

“You remember what I said, Hangman?” Mav’s voice rang in your ears.

“Couldn’t forget it, sir.” He confirmed and had you not been more nervous you would have questioned it, but all you were focused on was not throwing up. Jake began going back and forth with the tower, confirming all sorts of things that sounded like a foreign language to you, until it didn’t.

“Hangman, you are cleared for take off.” 

“Here we go, sweetheart.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you wished more than anything you could actually see him instead of the outline of his shoulders in front of you, seeing his bright green eyes might give you just a shred of comfort. He pressed a few more buttons, and suddenly you were gaining speed down the runway faster than you would have ever anticipated. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, muscles tensing as you lifted off the ground, soaring into the sky and watching as everything below you grew rather small. You quickly rose in altitude, and you blinked rapidly, internally repeating over and over again that Jake would never put you in danger even though the sheer incline of the jet had you questioning everything.

“How you doing back there?” He asked, as if he could sense your tension.

“Oh you know, totally fine and normal.” You laughed nervously.

“We’ll level out in a second, just gotta reach the hard deck.”

“Not my preferred hard deck…” you muttered and you heard him laugh in front of you. True to his word, the plane leveled out and you relaxed a little, feeling brave enough to look at the world below you. You tilted slightly to the right, turning as you circled around the base and increased speed as you assumed you were now on the designated flight path. 

“We’ll reach the training area in about 5 minutes where the weather is cloudless and warm, in the meantime please keep your tray table locked and upright and enjoy the ride.” Jake joked and it further eased you, the tension leaving your muscles just as quickly as it had settled.

“That actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” You mused, watching as the ocean slowly faded into the distance and taking in the tan and rocky terrain below. 

“See, told you, sweetheart. Take off and landing is the roughest part and even then it’s not so scary.” It fell silent as you continued to look around you, and even more so than earlier you wished you could see his face, you were almost certain he’d have a look of calm content and you wanted so badly to see that part of him. The part that was at home up here, but you’d decided this was more than enough. “Alright sweetheart, you see that ridge ahead? We’re going up and over, weight of gravity will be going against us a little but nothing too crazy, you’ll just feel a little pressure.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” You teased.

“That’s Lieutenant, Whiskey.” You heard Mav correct in your ears and you laughed, forgetting they could all hear you for a moment. Just as he’d promised, you quickly overtook the ridge and gasped a little as you felt the weight pulling you back in your seat and winding you before you surged forward in your seat.

“You okay?” He asked, and honestly? You were more than okay. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you regained your breath and you couldn’t help but smile as exactly what you feared had happened. You understood. “Whiskey?” He prompted when you were silent.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, Jake. More than good.” He knew that tone in your voice like the back of his hand and a grin erupted across his features, a giddy feeling rising in his chest knowing you were now enjoying this. 

“And there we have it, she’s officially a flygirl.” You heard Rooster in your ears and you laughed, loving that even though you were flying with Jake, you still had everyone by your side. 

“Take your mask off for a second,” you heard Jake say and you did as you were told, pulling it off and letting it dangle to the side.

“No fair, I wanna hear!” Phoenix said and you giggled, interest piqued at what he didn’t want them to hear.

“You get it now, don’t you?”

“This is fucking incredible, Jake. I’m not even in control and I feel like I can do anything. I get why you love this so much.”

“I wanted you to experience this, but more than that I wanted you to experience this with me. This is everything, sweetheart. Everything I need, and everything I want right here in this plane with me.” He said and your heart skipped a beat at his confession, “I just wanted you to know that, you can put your mask back on.” You did slowly, mind reeling with what he’d told you. Everything he wants?

“Hey, Whiskey?” You heard Bob as he pulled you from your thoughts and your head cocked, affirming with a ‘yeah’ that you’d heard him. “Wanna do something cool?” 

You laughed, “sure, why not?”

“Alright, on your radar, third button from the right will switch you to a terrain map, can you do that?” 

“Are you sure you want me pressing buttons back here, Bob?” You asked hesitantly, but pressed it anyway.

“You can’t hurt anything back there, once you do that do you see the joystick to your left with a red button underneath?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, fingers ghosting over the hard plastic.

“That right there is controlling your laser, move that around until you find a target below you, once you have it hit the red button and it’ll lock it in.” You did as you were told, hearing a tone sound in the cabin as you locked onto a tree just ahead. “There you go, you just secured a target for your other teammates to swoop in and hit.” The tone stopped as Jake passed the target and you smiled to yourself.

“Careful Bob, I might just steal your position as Phoenix's backseater.” You joked.

“I’ll start figuring out how to make that happen.” Phoenix teased, and while she was no longer pressing the mic button you were sure Bob was protesting back on base. 

“Alright my little WSO, do you trust me?” Jake asked and any nerves you’d once felt were gone, and just as he promised you weren’t sure why you were nervous in the first place.

“Yes.” You were sure and confident, and Jake’s chest swelled knowing there wasn’t an ounce of dishonesty in your reply. Before you knew it you were on your side, zipping through the air as Jake pulled out all the stops for you, veering from side to side as you couldn’t stop the giggles falling from your lips, and he decided right then and there he would never stop trying to get you to laugh like that. 

He whipped up and over, making you gasp as you clearly saw the ground through the canopy, “Jake, we’re upside down.” You said, an obvious observation and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, yes we are sweetheart,” he chuckled, flipping you back over and continuing to show you his favorite flying tricks, you laughing like a little kid the whole time. You fully and wholly understood with your whole being why Jake chose this path, why they all did. Zipping through the air and maneuvering in ways that shouldn’t have even been possible flooded your veins with the most euphoric feeling, leaving you dizzy with excitement.

“God, this is amazing. You are amazing, Jake.” You said breathless as he righted the plane after a barrel roll. 

“You think you’ve had enough?” He asked, sidestepping the way you’d breathed out the compliment. 

“Never, but we can head back.” You answered, knowing you couldn’t stay out here forever. He turned the plane, going back the way you’d come over the now familiar terrain, adrenaline still flowing through you leaving a stupid grin on your face. 

“Ah shit, what the fuck birds are those?” You heard Jake ask with a sigh, flicking buttons before you jerked suddenly, “Hangman to control, breaching the hard deck to avoid a bird strike.”

“Confirmed.” Your altitude dropped rapidly, Jake clearly ignoring warning bells that sounded as you dipped lower than you thought you would, him expertly maneuvering the rocky hills not as far below you as they once were. The tension slowly rolled back in, now knowing these were not fun tricks he was pulling out but ones to keep you both safe. He narrowly avoided clipping into the side of a ridge, and you tried to keep your reactions to yourself as he whizzed through the canyon. 

“Get out of the canyon, Hangman.” Rooster sounded in your ears, making your heart rate accelerate knowing that you weren’t the only one concerned.

“Working on it, bird boy.” He shot back, and sure enough you were back above the ridges like nothing had ever happened. “Whiskey, you okay back there?” 

“Mmhm, never better.” You replied a little shakily.

“Congratulations, you just survived your first bird strike.” The flight back to base seemed shorter than it took to get there, and before you knew it you were touching down on the tarmac, engine coming to a low rumble as you taxied back into the hangar. You felt like you were buzzing as the canopy lifted and Jake quickly detached himself of all his gear to be at your side and help you out. “Are the reviews in?” He asked a little hesitantly, knowing you might be shaken after your unexpected trip through the canyon.

“Jake I- I mean, that was…” you trailed off, not having the words to describe what you were feeling, watching as his brow furrowed above you, carefully loosening all of your straps. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline, or being high above the earth giving you a new perspective but suddenly everything looked different. Felt different. His previous words rattled around your mind and it felt like something had clicked into place. He pulled the helmet off your head, his hand coming to smooth down your hair and he just couldn’t decipher the look on your face, gazing up at him with wild eyes. He gave you a little tug as he undid the last of your safety harness and when he went to pull away you gripped the collar of his flight suit, keeping him right where you wanted him. “Jake…” you trailed off, eyes searching those pools of green you could never get enough of. Your hand moved from his flight suit, fingers grazing along his neck as you settled on his jaw, holding him in your hands and you felt him clench beneath your fingers. He had no idea what you were doing but hell if he was going to do anything to stop you, eyes almost challenging you to make your next move and you pushed yourself forward, lips brushing against his. 

It was all he needed to push you back into your seat, kissing you with the hunger of a man starved. You moaned softly against him as his hand rested at the back of your head, gripping gently at the base and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against yours. Somewhere in the back of your head you heard voices approaching but you didn’t have it in you to care, desperate to taste more of him.

“Hey flygirl, how are you- oh my.” Rooster stopped in his tracks as he saw what was going on just above them and awkwardly cleared his throat as Jake pulled away, lips swollen and a shit-eating grin taking over his features. “I take it you enjoyed yourself.” Your cheeks flushed, taking Jake’s hand as he helped you out of the jet, legs feeling like jelly as you all but stumbled down the steps. 

You cleared your throat, “yes, I very much enjoyed myself.” Looking up at Jake the grin hadn’t worn off and you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the adrenaline begin to wear off as you adjusted to being back on solid ground.

“Knew you’d love it.” Phoenix said, giving you a not-so-subtle thumbs up. The rest of the group now felt a little uncomfortable, not surprised but also not fully expecting what they’d walked in on and muttered some congratulations on your first flight and mentioning they’d meet you at the bar later before leaving you and Jake alone in the hangar. The tension in the air was palpable and you avoided his eyes, neither of you knowing quite what to say. 

“Sweetheart, no wrong answer here,” he started after a few moments, “was that an ‘I’m hopped up on adrenaline’ kiss or something else?” You pondered your options. You could cop out and say it was the adrenaline, move on and pretend it had never happened, effectively preserving your friendship and ensuring you’d never lose him, or… or you could admit what it was. Admit that you were fooling yourself into thinking you were just friends with Jake Seresin, admit that in the dead of night and the solitude of your bedroom your mind did wander, did wonder what it would be like if you just crossed that boundary and let your feelings for him rush in. 

“It wasn’t the adrenaline.” You finally said, looking up to meet his eyes and you saw the relief roll over him like a wave.

“Thank god.” He pulled you close and kissed you again, leaving you just as dizzy as you’d been thousands of feet in the air. 

“Hey, Jake?” You asked, pulling away with a mischievous glint in your eye.

“Mmhm?”

“Take me home.”

-----

It was a clash of tongues and teeth as you stumbled your way through your house, Jake’s hands rough and exploring as he tried to commit the feeling of you beneath him to memory. Leaving a trail of clothes in your wake, he pushed you backwards into the bed a little harder than he intended and you giggled as your back hit the mattress, his kisses along your jaw much more tender than the previous action. His thigh slotted between yours as he leaned his weight into you, the pressure against your core coaxing a whine from your lips. He removed himself from your jaw, leg pushing up to give you more friction as he looked down at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the sky and the intensity of his gaze had you struggling to regain your breath. 

“So beautiful,” he muttered, mostly to himself as his fingers ghosted along your cheekbone before pressing a delicate kiss to your cheek, then your lips as he continued his worship all the way down your exposed body, gently biting into the flesh and soothing the marks with his tongue as he went. He stopped just between your thighs, carefully kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling you down to meet his face, taking his time kissing and sucking the soft skin just around where you wanted him the most. You writhed beneath him, desperate for something, anything, as he continued his dizzying assault on your senses. His eyes flicked up to your own, asking silently for permission as his fingers slipped under the lacy band of your underwear and you nodded, suddenly feeling nervous at being so exposed to him, already so desperate before he’d fully touched you. 

The discarded scrap of fabric was tossed somewhere behind him as he hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as his breath fanned over your dripping core causing you to shiver, “so beautiful,” he muttered again, pressing a kiss to your heat before licking a stripe up your folds and focusing his tongue to your clit. You gasped as he licked and swirled the sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth as became desperate to taste more of you. 

“Jake,” you moaned, the sound sending shocks straight to his cock and he didn’t think his name had ever sounded so good. He pulled away, much to your dismay that was voiced with a whine, before you felt him spit on your core, warm and dripping as he slowly teased your entrance, tongue reconnecting with your clit. He took his time, exploring you and exploring what made the sweetest sounds fall from your lips and your hips bucked as you silently pleaded him to stop teasing you. 

“Don’t worry,  I’ll take care of you.” He made it clear that he had no intention to cease his teasing anytime soon, a single finger shallowly toying with your entrance as you coated him with your slick. You sighed when he fully plunged his finger in, searching for that spot that made obscenities tumble out of your mouth, stretching you as he added another digit, curling them just so. He focused his attention on you, watching as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you, cock straining against his boxers and he quickly rid himself of them with his free hand to lazily stroke his length, desperate for some kind of friction as you made the most beautiful sounds above him. Your legs began to shake around his head as your release quickly began to approach, him abandoning his aching cock in pursuit of pushing them open when you’d tried to clamp them shut.

“Fuck, Jake, I-” you began babbling as your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he mumbled against you, working you through your orgasm and lapping up everything you had to give him. He gingerly removed his fingers, tongue still working you as you twitched at the overstimulation coming down from your high. He kissed back up your body, settling on top of you and you kissed him desperately, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning as you felt him brush against you. You reached between your bodies, stroking his length as you lined him up to your entrance and despite everything his body was telling him, he paused. “You sure, sweetheart? We can wait.” You smiled up at him, knowing even as you were both lost in the passion of the moment, his top priority would always be making sure you were okay.

“Please,” you begged, “please, Jake.” He slowly began to sink into you, groaning into your ear as he bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning as the sting of the stretch began to ease only to be replaced with the pure pleasure of feeling full. 

“So fucking tight, sweetheart,” he mumbled against you as he pulled almost fully out before sinking back in, desperate to feel the way you so easily accepted him again. He lifted his head slightly, hips bucking into yours and giving you a tender kiss before he quickened his pace, eyes meeting yours and you nodded at the silent question. His thrusts grew rougher as he threw one of your legs above his shoulder, the deeper angle making you throw your head back with a groan.

“Feel so fucking good,” you managed to get out between thrusts, only spurring him on more as he continued his relentless pace. 

“So beautiful, taking me so well sweetheart,” he grunted, bringing a hand between you to circle your clit. You swore you were seeing stars as the pleasure overwhelmed you, the noises filling your bedroom nothing short of obscene and you began to feel the pressure build within you. You knew your second release was coming on quicker than the last and you intentionally clenched around him, trying to bring him there with you. “Fuck, do that again baby,” he groaned, dropping his head into your neck as you did and your nails scratched into his back, leaving red streaks in their wake. Your walls fluttered around him, body writhing as you came, his name falling from your lips like a prayer as you felt him twitch inside you and fill you with his cum. He placed tender kisses to your neck, working up to your jaw before peppering your face with kisses and coaxing breathless giggles from you as he slowly pulled out of you. He rolled onto his back, pulling you along with him and you settled into his side, head on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“Would have taken you flying a long time ago if I’d known this would happen,” leave it to Jake to take this opportunity to crack a joke and you just swatted at his chest.

“I guess I’m no better than the girls I tease at the bar… falling into bed with a cocky pilot.” 

“Your cocky pilot.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you loved how that sounded.

“I love you,” you weren’t sure why you said it, the weight of the moment simply getting on top of you, but you heard his heart jump beneath you and wondered if maybe you’d spoken too soon.

“I love you too, darlin’.”

-----

Later that evening the Hard Deck roared with life, your friends excitedly buzzing about and rehashing your first flight.

“You handled that bird strike like a champ, I threw up the second I touched down after my first.” Phoenix said proudly, knowing you were more alike than Jake than you may have realized, knowing you would feel just as safe up there as you did right here. 

“Not gonna lie, I did think I was gonna blow when we almost hit the ridge.”

“We didn’t almost hit anything, sweetheart,” Jake said cockily as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his arm wrapped snug around your waist. The group continued to chatter as you sipped your drink, pulling away from the conversation and leaning into the man at your side, humming in content. 

“Hey, Jake?” You asked, looking over your group of friends before lifting your head to meet his eyes.

“Yeah darlin’?”

“This is everything. Everything I need, everything I want.”

[stevie-petey]

how about steve pov blurb after bug told him she never had her first kiss yet? DOES HE DAYDREAM ABOUT IT???? 🚨🚨🚨🚨

mans brain DEFINITELY broke because bug is so pretty and lovely who WOULDNT wanna kiss her ?? (looking at u jonathan)

enjoy <3

“carter, truth or dare.” steve asks his teammate, taking a swig from his beer. hes at a small get together with the basketball team. jason carvers dad is out of town so he told everyone to bring beer and come over.

its night and the june heat has turned into a cool breeze. nancy is at steves side, he had picked her up right after leaving bookstrordinary today.

“truth.” carter manages to slur out.

steve thinks for a moment. “alright. name the first girl you ever had a crush on.”

its a simple enough question. nothing mean or rude, and nancy leans in close against his side on the couch and takes a swig from steves beer.

hes happy. hes buzzed, nancy smells like lavender, he saw you today, and all is well.

“easy!” carter hiccups. “y/n henderson.”

steve freezes.

“y/n?” nancy finally says her first words tonight at the party.

“yeah, man. still kinda into her, but-but that guy… uh… joshua? jonah? i-i know it started with a j.” carter furrows his brows and concentrates really hard while in his drunken state. “anyways. that guy shes always with. cant talk to her. hes-hes weird.”

nancy chuckles. “his name is jonathan, but they arent together. steve says youre nice, maybe you should talk to her-"

“y/n doesnt like blondes.” steve interrupts, and then immediately wants to shove a foot in his mouth.

why the fuck would he say that?

carter hiccups again. “shes hot. id dye my hair for her.”

nancy pokes steves shoulder. “howd you know that?”

“we talk,” he takes another sip of his beer. “she likes guys who look like peter parker, sorry carter.”

the boy drunkenly waves him off and then stumbles towards the bathroom, leaving nancy and steve alone.

“does y/n really only like brunettes?” nancy asks, slight curiosity in her voice.

steve nods. “yeah, she mentioned it once or twice.”

hes lying.

youve never, ever told steve this.

what you have, however, told steve is that youve never been kissed.

in fact, you told him this today. steve kinda has been thinking about it nonstop.

and carter is nice, sure, but shouldnt your first kiss be with someone special? carters been hit in the head with more basketballs than steve can count. the guy is nice, but a complete idiot.

definitely not worthy enough to be your first kiss.

“interesting, hm.” nancy takes the beer from steves hand and then gets up from the couch. she extends her hand and when he accepts, she pulls him up. “c’mon, lets go dance.”

so they go and they dance and steve forgets about the fact that youve never been kissed. at least for a little while, at least.

and if carter the next day asks steve where you work, well. hes only being a nice guy when he tells his teammate that he doesnt know. you surely wouldnt want some dumb jock annoying you at work.

thats definitely why steve lies.

[writingshushf1]

Hey you! How are you doing? I was wondering if your requests are open? I'd like to request something angsty with mick, they are bffs and in love with eachother but its kinda like a right person wrong time? like, always something happens and they cant be together.

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Summary:  I have this dream you're doing cool shit. Having adventures on your own

Rating: +14

Warnings: them fighting (and ending up hurting each other with words), angst

Word count: 1.7k

Note: gathered those two request that could work together. just sadness, not my best fanfiction really - just having a small block with writing long stories

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You were so stubborn. Both of you.

Not all love stories come to a happy ever after and (un)luckly, yours didn’t. As much as you two tried, something always came in the middle of it. So much, that you two stopped trying.

Here’s the thing: it wasn’t a new thing, a sentiment you discovered throughout you were getting closer. It happened just like an earthquake, big, destroyed everything it could and more than once.

The moment they announced that Mick was the Formula 2 champion of 2020 you cried out, happy for him. You wanted to wrap him in your arms, say the sweetest things and that you were so proud of him - yet you were hundreds of miles away. That still wouldn't stop you, that night you called him, you stayed for hours talking and pretending that no one else existed in the world but the two of you.

But how could you be the perfect suitor for each other, you managed to be the opposite. You were both stubborn and liked to have the last word, so often when something seemed to develop, you ended up fighting.

“Mick, for fuck’s sake! I’ve already told you: I can’t go to Bahrain, it will be in the middle of my exams!” You crossed your arms, sitting on the balcony. “I can’t just abandon everything and go after you.”

“But you’re my best friend! You’re the only person outside my family I can trust my life with.” He put his hands on his waist, stopping pacing from side to side.

“I love you, bud, I really do. But I can’t do this. I want to graduate being the best, so in the future, I can follow you anywhere, being your engineer.”

“Fine! Then I’ll find someone to follow me through the season.” 

Even if he understood what you were saying, he couldn't leave you the last word. He wanted more from you, yet he couldn't say how.

“Fine! Find a little fuck doll that only cares about your money and your dick.”

“At least she cares.”

“Like I don’t? Are you really insinuating that, Schumacher?”

“No, but if the shoe fits…” 

“Don’t you dare.” You got up, walking close to him. “Honestly, sometimes I really wonder if you actually value my friendship or you just want some hot girl to stroll around you so you feel more confident.”

“I do.”

“Then why do you talk to me like that?”

It was a few weeks of silence after that. Mick was too proud, yet that conversation stuck in his mind. The feelings the German held were confusing, at the same time he doesn't regret putting it on the line that he feels left out because you never had any real time for him, his heart broke at the thought of him hurting you. He was completely in love with you, a deep and long standing love. Something that you felt too, yet you never had a right time for it to reveal itself.

It was early in the morning and you were watching a movie alone, until you heard the doorbell, at first you took a knife and went to the door. You opened a small crack, however you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw your best friend, almost unconscious, being carried by a girl.

"He only knew this address. He had too many drinks."

"And you are...?"

"We go out sometimes. He's good in bed. You?"

"Best friend."

"Oh. Good luck."

You dropped the knife and took him in your arms, stroking the blond strands, which were messy. You giggled as he started mumbling some things in Italian mixed with German, leaving a kiss on his forehead. 

With great difficulty, she managed to get him to sit on the sofa and drink some water. The light blue eyes followed you as you tried to find some of his clothes put away and a towel, he urgently needed a shower.

"Sorry." He slurred, ducking his head.

"For?"

"For being a jerk." Mick hugged his own body. "I get upset that you never have time for me, hence why I want to fight with you. And you like to argue too.... And I say things I don't mean."

"We have very different lives, Micki."

He didn't say anything else, just let himself be led into the bathroom, where you helped him into just his underwear - which he removed without any shame. You turned on the shower and turned on your back, expecting him to go alone, however you felt a hand on the small of your back. A few seconds later you were only in your panties and bra, stepping into the shower with him.

"But I love you. That's why I want you around." He said as he let you wash his hair.

"And I love you too."

"No, but... I love you. Beyond platonic."

"Those are drunken words, Schumi."

"No. They are not."

He pulled you into a slow kiss, letting his tongue pass against yours, holding your waist and pulling your body against his. For a few seconds you had no reaction, it felt like a dream, yet at the same time you knew it was going to be a very big fall. Fortunately for Mick, you returned the kiss, letting yourself go with the moment. The taste of beer mixed with liquor from his lips seemed to get you drunk every moment.

That night, you slept curled up in each other's arms under the duvet.

In the morning, he was more affectionate, more needy, as if he knew he had to leave soon - which wasn't a lie, he had to travel to another country in less than 72 hours.

"Next race you're going, whether you like it or not." He murmured, leaving a long kiss on your cheek and walking away.

And again, it happened during that race weekend, with no attached strings. You two were playing with fire and not being scared about it. 

Some of Schumacher’s past acquaintances were on the Paddock, which made you cringe all the way to it. How did they get there? He invited them? No, he didn’t, however they were rich girls, models, famous, of course it wasn't hard to get a pass to see the wonderful boy they stayed for a week or two. Without a doubt, you were insecure, especially that he was a sunshine, so he talked with everyone who approached him - with good or bad intentions. So you ended up alone, inside of his trailer while he did his media obligations. You were so insecure, afraid of your friendship being ruined with all of this shit. 

After an hour, the blonde got inside the trailer, surprised, yet happy, to find you there. But his smile vanished when he saw that you had tear stained cheeks.

“Schatz? What happened? We’re friends, you can tell me.”

“Friends. That’s all we’ll ever be.”

“What? Elaborate that for me.” He sat down next to you, holding your hand.

“Mick… I love you, you love me. That’s true, right?”

“Of course! Unless…”

“That’s the thing. Love isn’t the only thing that can hold something. You confessed to me while drunk, after weeks we had a big fight. We can’t communicate properly.”

“But we’ve been friends forever. We always vented out our feelings.”

“Not the ones we feel about each other.”

“For God’s sake. Don’t tell me you don’t want to keep going on because of some hidden feelings.”

“Calm down and listen to me.”

“Calm down? Why should I? I want to fight for this!” He got up, throwing his hands up. “Why don’t you let me?”

“Because it's not the moment, Mick!” You also got up, letting tears fall. “You’re concentrating on your career, that’s going great! While I’m trying to finish university… We can’t be together more than 2 days every month or so.”

“But it’s not that hard, I can fly every time I want to.”

“Also… I don’t think we’re ready to engage in this.” You held his shoulders. “I have loved you since we were 18, I’ve dreamt about you, but… We won’t work it out. I would give it one year till one of us does something unforgivable. And I refuse to lose you over something idiotic.”

“Me either!”

“So do you understand what I’m trying to do? We still be friends, I’m not willing to lose that, but we push this feeling until we’re at the same page in life? How about that.”

“I want it now. I want the instant happiness of having you next to me.” He turned his head away, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall against his light skin. His defensive side was threatening to come out.

“I’m sorry… I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

“Schatz… I’m not your ex.” He shooted back, looking now at you.

“That’s why. Tell me you’re not trying to fix something when you used to go out with multiple women?” You shooted at him, starting to get angry with his words.

“Fine.” He cried out, huffing. “But I’ll come back to get you. Because I refuse to have someone in my life that’s not you and honestly? I’m willing to fight for it.”

“I’m willing too.” Finally thinking he accepted the defeat, you let out a sigh.

“Which is why-” Oh, there he goes again. At the same time, a sob escaped your lips. “I want you now! Why can’t I have nice things happening all the time? There’s always something bad.”

“Mick. Stop. I’m done talking about this.” You shook your head, wiping your tears away. “I’m going. Get some rest, clear your thoughts and I will call you when I think you are better.”

“No! Don’t go like that!” He held your hand before you could step out of the trailer. “What if something happens? What if something happens and this is the last time we’re together? I know I hate you right now, but it’s only now, I can’t feel like that for too long.” His free hand caressed your cheek. “Please. A kiss.”

“Fine.”

His lips crashed against yours, a melancholy kiss of farewell, as if he was trying to bring up some point that might make you give up on not continuing that situation. When you pulled away from him, you held his hand against your face, leaving small kisses on it before squeezing and releasing it. You opened the trailer door, murmuring "see you later," at which he responded with "Ich liebe dich, Schatz.”

Right person at the wrong time always sucked.

[seeminglydark]

hi! is there are reason that you decided that cassette tapes would be john’s chosen form of physical media? how would john organize his music (i.e., genre, band name, release date) and what would john keep his cassettes in? i can imagine him either having stuff in old shoe boxes or a cassette case that he hand-painted himself!

Yes! It's my personal favorite form of media, I'm really partial to cassettes, i think from growing up in the early 90's when it was the norm, so imprinted on my brain. I love mix tapes, jumping up to smash the record button when my fave tune came on the radio, so id always miss the first 10 seconds haha, my first several cars had tape decks. i love Walkmans, it was such a HUGE thing in my life to be able to put headphones on and take my music with me for the first time. I translate a lot of that nostalgia to john. I always imagine him with his Walkman and headphones, or small portable stereo, in bed with all the lights off except the white christmas lights that criss cross his ceiling, Creaky on his chest, listening to the episodes on repeat.

John organizes his music by How Much he Currently Likes A Band, grouped by band name and then oddly enough by album color. (so if he had several cassettes by say, Social D, they'd be next to each other in rainbow or light to dark.) He does most things by color, he's slower at reading and alphabetizing is a bit of a chore and makes him feel self-conscious and stressed. He doesn't mix music and books on tape, they each have their own shelf. He does rearrange a LOT.

Right again re: shoe box and painting the cases! I actually wrote a little snippet of this a long long time ago that didn't make it into the comic, but you can have it now, under the cut.

'Caro eyes a shoe box on the shelf curiously, its covered in stickers, anti fascism and punk rock bands. 'Can i look at this?' they ask, he nods, his back to them. They pull it down and settle it in their lap, lifting off the top to discover... cassette tapes! Oh wait, John did say Maddie recorded their show for him onto cassettes. There were at least 40, all lined up in the order of episodes. Caro pulled one out, the white paper inside the case was filled in with bright colors and shapes, elaborate images of ghosts and snakes and monsters. They pulled out another. A cartoon portrait of the little blond, violet eyes wide at the barrage of brightly colored spirits hovering behind them. 'Is this me?' they ask out loud. John turns to look and freezes. 'Oh….' embarrassed. 'Uh yeah…' 'Wow the art is so…?' they murmur, pulling out another, this one done in greens and blues with metallics. 'Ive never seen anything like these before?' They saw a lot of fanart, but this was different somehow. It felt more personal. Like the person who made them really put their soul into it, like it wasn't just fanart to the artist, but something really deeply important. 'I…um….' Johns face is bright red now..' um…I mean, you know I dont have social media..' he reminds them softly, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Wait.' Caro looks up, he's so flustered now, shuffling his feet, ears on fire. 'These are YOURS? You did these?' Somehow they've forgotten he used to fill up notebooks with colorful drawings, street art and tagging. Liquid letters and cartoon animals with thick black outlines. 'Sure.' He shrugs and turns away, back to them again, 'I would draw on them while listening, you know. It just felt kinda sad to leave them blank. Maddie showed me some of the fanart online, and the box set of the first season. I can't do the same kind of art, I'm not good like those other people, but…I didn't want to leave them blank, so I made my own I guess.' he pauses. 'I'm sorry…you must think I'm so fucking weird.' 'I don't think its weird…' they murmur looking at the tapes. 'I think its really cool. I didn't know you were such a talented artist.' He laughs, a short bark that sounds like a cough. They put the box gently back on the shelf, and sit on the bed, deciding to spare him. They can see he's smiling though, even if he's trying to hide it with his fist pressed against his lips.'

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Hello, do you receive requests?, if you do, would you write a close friend of your father's sierra six x reader smut and age difference fiction, you would make me very happy bro 🥺

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A/N: Hello Dear, You are my very first request. I hope this fic can make you happy. I apologize again for the poor quality and enjoy! I apologize again for the wait. English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistakes. Disclaimers & Copyright - MINORS DNI ! 18 ONLY. I know I apologize a lot. T-T

Parings - Sierra Six x Reader

Warning - non-con/dub-con, swearing, explicit smut, , riding, age gap, teasing, dom!Sierra Six. In this fic, the reader is of legal age.

Summary : Having a secret relationship with Six is a dream, except when you test his limits in front of your father. Six will always have a way of getting back at you…

You've never been so happy in your life, because Six Court was about to return from a six-month mission. Which meant he'd be coming to see you and, incidentally, your father. But it also meant that you'd be able to make up for all the time you'd spent alone with him.

You were the only one who knew what he really did, even though your father was his best friend, which wasn't surprising. He worked for the CIA and went abroad for months at a time to hunt down and kill targets. He couldn't afford to divulge information to anyone, but you were the exception. Court would tell you how and why he was doing it.

What you both loved and hated about him was his ability to keep his cool under all circumstances. Even in front of your father, he kept his cool. It was as if all your actions didn't affect him, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

Your father had planned a little barbecue and some time at the pool to celebrate Court's return. Just in time, you had bought yourself a new bathing suit. This bikini barely covered your sensitive parts and you hoped Court would notice.

You'd had a crush on Court since you were 18. Sure, he was 35 at the time, but you didn't really care. You just wanted him to fuck you on every piece of furniture in the house, the thought of which made you wet every time you saw him. Then one day, you started teasing him a lot more than usual, and the next thing you knew, you were on his lap counting the number of spankings he gave you.

You wanted to be a bad girl and the barbecue gave you ample opportunity to be one. Your mouth watered just imagining his reaction. This guy could make women salivate without even knowing it, and like the lucky whore you are, you were going to take advantage of it.

You were helping your mother prepare the kebabs when suddenly two voices were heard. You recognized the second voice instantly: it was Court's. Your Court. Your Court. You were so excited to see him that your mother had to ask you to stop fidgeting.

"The girls are already getting to work. " "At least we're doing something!" Your mother announced to your father. "Oh yes sorry, excuse me darling, I was chatting with Six of the work colleagues."

While your parents were chatting, Court had approached you and bent down to whisper something in your ear.

"I missed you princess."

Then he left as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't been abroad for six months. He knew that his deep, sensual voice could make you soft, and he also knew that he was the only one who could make you that way. It annoyed you how easy it was for him to make you manageable. But he wasn't the only one who knew how to tease, two can play this game and you knew how to play it.

You'd only just realized it, but Six had changed physically in the last six months. He had become more massive and slightly taller. His hair was back to its usual brown except for the points, which remained blonde. You liked this new style, maybe you could talk to him about it later.

You were all seated on the terrace tables. Your parents opposite and Court next to you, your knees almost knocking. He had his hand on your thigh and squeezed gently, giving you a slight shiver. But you don't let that little touch, slight though it may be, distract you from your plan for revenge.

"So, Six, how did your roadtrip go?" "Well, listen, Franck, I met a lot of people, but it was short-lived." "Really? You weren't the one who scared them off, were you? Teases my father.

If you only knew, Dad, Court isn't really what you think…

You don't know why, but at that moment, you'd imagined Court's big hand on your neck as he fucked you on the floor or your bed. You almost salivate just imagining it. But a tight hand on my thigh snapped you out of your thoughts and shifted my gaze to your lover.

Court was concentrating on the subject under discussion, but he had a slight smirk on his face, he knew what you were thinking, which made you blush. However, you wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, so you put your hand on your upper thigh and stroked. You slowly moved up to his crotch and to surprise him, you grabbed his dick with the same smile on your face.

You got the reaction you wanted, his smile disappearing leaving only a tense face and huge veins all down his neck. If your parents weren't concentrating on their meal, they'd have noticed something was wrong. So you carried on, massaging that big lump between his legs.

To be honest, it excited you to do it right in front of your parents when they didn't know anything about it. It gave you a rush of adrenaline, enough to get your hand into his jeans and underwear. You knew he was big, but erect was another level. You were already wet, but the wet stain on your shorts intensified-if you kept going, you'd end up flooding your chair.

Some days, his impassive side couldn't really work, and this was one of them. He glanced at you, but it was really a warning of what could happen if you continued to play with fire. You weren't going to hide it, you loved playing with fire, even if it burned you. You were going to enjoy it before Six made you regret it.

You'd felt his pre-ejaculatory fluid on your fingers, which meant you were close to making him come. But the hand that had been on your thigh came to rest on yours and withdrew it. He certainly wanted to cum in front of your parents.

Suddenly, you felt his calloused fingers in your tight, wet hole. His moan was small, but you could hear it. That little moan he makes when he loses himself in you or when he can barely hold back his wild side. It takes all his willpower not to grab you off the table and make wild love to you.

You could barely concentrate on your movements with Court's fingers deep inside you. Nevertheless, you were lucid enough to press a little harder on his tip to make him let out another moan.

"You two gonna be all right? You're all red." "Yes, all right Mom, it's because of the sun." "All right, Rachel, yes right, it's the sun. "He was taking a big gulp of his drink to avoid eye contact with you or your father. That's when you rubbed his hot tip slit with your thumb.

He threw back all the water from his mouth and gave you a dark look full of promise. He stood up and gave your parents an excuse that you had to help him with something. He subtly took your hand to follow him. Your parents didn't see anything suspicious, so they agreed and let you go.

On the way to your room, you could feel his strong grip on your hand and you knew what that meant. He was really going to make you regret your actions. You barely had time to cross the bedroom door before he had you pinned against the wall next to it. His big, strong arms were around you. You were trapped against the wall, his body hot and giant.

"Did you think I was going to cum in front of your parents, brat?" His gaze was calculating and cold, you could feel butterflies in your lower stomach. He lifted you off the ground with one arm and you crossed your legs over his waist. You didn't pay attention, but his tight t-shirt was already on the floor and the buttons on his jeans were unhooking.

"I need you to stay quiet, understand? His hard command came straight to your pussy. "Yes sir." "Good girl."

He thrust into you without the slightest preparation, spreading your vagina wider. He quickly put his hand over your mouth to stop any sound coming out. You had to be careful with your parents down there. He gave you punishing strokes and accelerated with each thrust. You were overwhelmed by so many feelings and seeing Court as destroyed as you were could make you instantly.

Court wasn't being nice to you. His hands tightened their grip on your buttocks, which would surely bruise you the next day. But you loved that wild, ravaging Six. He'd fuck you senseless against the wall, as if it were the last time he'd ever make love to you.

"Count yourself lucky that I'm fucking you, because with your bullshit, I could have kept you from cumming for weeks." He was completely fucked up and irritated. He took deep breaths, but still continued his erratic thrusts.

"It's been so long, sweetheart," it came out almost in a pleading tone. You needed him so much, you'd forgotten manners. "Where are your manners, little girl?" "Excuse me sir, please, may I cum?" "Mmm… No, you can't yet. I'm not done with you baby girl."

So there you have it, I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it wasn't what you wanted, but I tried to write something about it. I'll apologize if it sucked. In-any-case left likes and comments, that would help me a lot. See you soon! Love, Harmonity

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A/N: This is part two! enjoy meh lovelies <33

Characters: Mikey x gender neuteral! reader

"Hold My hand~" pt.2

"Let's go on a date." Those words made you stop dead in your tracks, a date!? and you gave him a dumbfounded expression He stopped and turned to you with a lazy tilt of his head "What's wrong?" he asked with a teasing smile "I-you-wha-" you stuttered a blush slowly creeping on your cheeks "y-you wanna go on a date with me!?" you asked in totally disbelief, he laughed and nodded "yea! that'll cheer you up we'll go to an arcade,eat dorayaki, and ride on my motorcycle!" you scanned his face for any sort of teasing or him just trying to make a fool of you but no, his raven eyes held no judgment or teasing and his smile was genuine "C'mon we'll go right now!" he said before grabbing your hand and pulling you to wherever he was taking you,mostly to his motorcycle and you tried protesting but not really because the way your heart fluttered and how hot your cheeks got when he said those words, maybe this wouldn't be so bad afterall.

It was the most fun and the most happy you've ever been. You both laughed hysterically while playing some arcade game to which he lost and hit the machine quite literally breaking the screen "Mikey! you broke the game literally!" you say through a fit of laughs and tears of joy "Shit- well we better get going before we get into some serious trouble" He says with a devious grin and you both run out of the arcade with a angry Karen chasing after you both for almost running over her son, you eventually lose her and stop by an alleyway catching your breaths while still laughing, he made you feel alive like you had a purpose on this earth and it made you so...so...happy.

"Okay now THAT was fun-" Mikey says with a bright boyish smile dusting his pants off as he looks at you with a somewhat serious look "I mean did you see that Karen? she was all like 'my poor baby how dare you incompetent delinquents run in a public place'-" you said still laughing and panting before you felt Mikey grab your shoulders to look him dead in the eye "I-" "I like you Y/N." those words hit you like a ton of bricks and you froze unsure how to proceed a bright pink blush painted your cheeks and your voice got caught in your throat "I like you Y/N I really really do...from the moment we first hung out I've always felt something for you I didn't realize it until today..seeing you smile and be happy with me is something I'll never get tired of"

he said as the a cool breeze passed by his blonde locks flowing effortlessly and his ravenette eyes soft and loving, his confession made your heart burst and your mind flooded with so many emotions it had your head spinning the blush on your cheeks only got brighter in color, you also hadn't realized it but you did like him to "I-I...I like you too Mikey but- I don't think you would like me if you saw another side of me" you said quietly hanging your head, you didn't want to burden him with your whirlwind of emotions and the sadness that consumed you late at night eating you alive, but he reached out and cupped both of your cheeks into his soft warm hands "I don't care, I like you, hell I even love you and nothing is going to change that I love the way you smile I love the way your eyes sparkle when I say some stupid joke and I love the way your always there for me when I need it, so now its time for me to return the favor"

before you knew it his soft lips were against yours in an instant, the kiss sent jolts of electricity through your veins as if you both became one in that moment his lips were so gentle and soft as if they were saying "I'm right here don't be afraid" and you both stayed like that for a moment before he pulled away slowly, leaving you stunned and dazed and he laughed softly "so, what do you say, how about another date where we don't get in trouble?" he said light heartedly as he scanned your face, "Yea....yea that sounds nice" you finally say after a couple moments still replaying the kiss that was now burned into your brain,

"Good, now c'mon hold my hand I'll walk you home" and after that day there wasn't a single dull depressing moment in your life, afterall, He was your Invincible Mikey.

JSKANJKDSDBJAD god this is so good i was literally screaming for joy for the reader and I was writing it but I hope yall enjoyed it go read PT.1 if ya haven't reposts/reblogs are welcome just credit me! <3

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Link to pt.1: Hold my hand pt.1

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Cosmic Letters

For @csmicletters

Happy birthday, love 💛

Cameron knew a lot of things about Tim.

She kind of had to, it came with the territory of knowing him for as many years as she had.

Unlike their mates that judged his raps and rambles, Cam could see the way the creativity poured out of him, whether he was meaning to freestyle or not. She could see the way his eyes would light up when he talked about Spanish History, not because he really cared about his days as a tour guide, but because the history itself excited him- he liked being able to delve into the creation and symbolism of things that the country was born from. When he was interested in wrestling, it wasn’t because he liked violence like the birds he dated thought. It was entirely because he found it amusing and it was something he could jokingly put on a show with mates doing.

Cam was able to appreciate the things about Tim that their other mates didn’t, because she was his best mate.

Sure, she knew the real reason all of his idiosyncrasies didn’t bother her, but that reasoning lived in her head, and her head alone.

Though, she was pretty sure all the others had a pretty good guess.

But Tim didn’t seem bothered by hers either, even years of friendship down the line, and he always encouraged her weird tangents even when Jake, angel that he was, had even started to lose focus on it.

Her favorite tangents always seemed to be stars, and, for some reason, neon. And not the colors! No. Cameron liked to go on tangents about the element- the way it was used in signs at the clubs he performed at, or when they went glow bowling, its uses in cars and refrigerants and beacons for planes. She could prattle and rant and chatter about the gas for ages, and Tim was the only one who never stopped her, even though he had heard it all a thousand times before.

But damn, did he love to listen.

“The process is fascinating! So, when it’s complete, they-“

“Ugh,” Cameron was cut off by the effeminate groan, the group’s eyes cutting over to the new addition of their game night, Tim’s date for the evening, “How long are you gonna talk our ears off about this?”

And listen. Cameron’s best mate was Tim. People often didn’t realize how anxious she got, how long it could take her to engage- whether with a large group or just a one on one with someone new. But Tim and Jake and Talia and all their other mates knew, and they saw the way Cam’s eyes widened, the way her fingers twitched and grasped at the cards in her hands, the way she kept trying to swallow but couldn’t like her throat had suddenly gone dry.

And his date didn’t seem done.

“I mean honestly though?” She scoffed again, “Tim, baby, this is supposed to be our third date. I thought you wanted me to meet your cool mates and play some drinking games before we went back to your place for some fun, not to listen to some science lecture.”

“Timmy Smalls,” Talia said calmly, even if her blazing eyes were anything but, “You better make the right decision here.”

The blonde made a face, “That’s another thing- who came up with such a stupid stage name for you?” Giving a, what was probably supposed to be seductive, smile, she rubbed her hand down his arm, “I bet I could come up with a better one.”

Tim didn’t need to look at Jake’s carefully held composure, or Talia’s barely contained anger, or any of their other mates getting ready to be on Cam’s defensive. To be honest, apart from the glance when she’d initially interrupted, he hadn’t even looked her way.

No, all Tim could look at was Cam.

The way her eyes were glued to the table, her shoulders dropped from the excitement disappearing.

That wouldn’t do at all.

“She came up with it.” Tim told her, “Because she was the only one that thought I could do it. I think you need to leave.” He spoke carefully, extracting himself from her grasp and wrapping his arm around Cam on his other side, “And I think it’s best if you lose my number while you’re on your way out the door.”

He didn’t look her way once as she threw a fit, didn’t care that she was accusing him of taking ‘a boring know it all’s’ side over hers. Talia’s righteous anger got her out the door fast enough that it didn’t matter.

Tim just looked at Cam, “Come on, love. What do they do when the process is complete?”

He could’ve sworn his heart broke a little when she looked up at him, her lively gleaming eyes vacant and dull in a way that makes his lungs feel empty, “You guys don’t want to hear it.” Cameron was a saint among humanity, Tim was always sure of that because no human being should be as kind and graceful and generous as she was. Hearing her so soft and quiet wasn’t right.

“Come on, Cosmic,” he squeezed her around the shoulders, “We’d love to hear it. You know we never turn you down. If I remember right, they get the gas into the bulb and connect the wire leads?”

He knew that wasn’t right. They all knew it wasn’t right. But they knew she wouldn’t turn down the chance to teach them again.

“No, they get the gas into the bulb, and then connect the electrodes before the wire leads.”

And just like that Cam started coming back.

A lot of people wouldn’t guess it by looking at him, but Tim had the construction memorized fairly quickly. He’d listened to Cam ramble it off enough times, it was relatively easy to figure it out- especially once he called in Nicky, who he’d met at the studio, and Elladine, who was happy to do a favor for her boyfriend’s mate.

That game night had been months before Cam’s birthday, and she had wondered why he hadn’t had another date in the in between. The time he usually devoted to his flings or girlfriend got relegated to her, and she enjoyed it- hell, she basked in it!

But she still couldn’t understand why.

At least… she couldn’t until he was properly buzzing at the party Jake and Talia threw for her birthday. He kept excitedly reminding her that her present was at his flat, and seeing as they were sharing an uber back there when the party was over she didn’t think much of that. Tim could be scatterbrained, she assumed he had just forgotten.

Or, she assumed that until the two of them stumbled through his door, a giggling and tipsy mess, and he rushed over clumsy feet to drag a rather… large wrapped package out from behind his sofa.

It almost looked like an oddly shaped painting?

“What’s this?” She asked, Tim was presenting it so proudly, gesturing for her to unwrap it.

“Your present!” He grinned, and maybe it was the alcohol they’d shared, but she could’ve sworn his cheeks were flushed… almost like he was embarrassed. “It took me way longer than I would want to admit, honestly.”

Cam couldn’t help the curiosity, tearing the colorful paper carefully, until she came face to face with the back of a sign. “Uh,” she started to spin it around, hoping to see what it was, but he grabbed it.

“Wait!” She couldn’t help but laugh, looking at his slightly panicked features that quickly turned sheepish, “I just want to plug it in first.”

“Give me the full effect?” She giggled again, she couldn’t help it! He was so cute.

“Exactly, love!” He gave her his usual wide grin, “I knew you’d get it.”

So, Cam climbed onto the sofa, curling her arms giddily around her knees and watching as he dug through his mess of a floor to find the surge protector plugged into his outlet.

And then she saw the glow illuminating his face.

With sparkling eyes, she kept her gaze on him as he slowly spun it around, the neon lights spelling words she couldn’t bear being too hopeful to be real.

“T-Tim?”

He gave her that grin again, she wasn’t sure it ever faded, “What do you say, love?”

Her smile grew, eyes welling up with happy tears that she would blame on the shandies, “You know what I’ll say.”

He took her hand, laughing softly, “I still wanna hear ya say it.”

Beaming, because he was the only one that was ever as interested in her pointless lectures as much as she was interested in his, Cam squeezed his hand, “You learned how to make the cosmic letters.”

“You kidding me?” He laughed again, “I didn’t need to go out and learn it. You’ve been teaching me all these years.”

“I love you, too.” She told him gently.

And when she agreed to move into together less then a year later, they went to bed and woke up every morning to those glowing words above their heads.

I love you, Cosmic.

[k8epot8e]

Train in Vain: Chapter 5 Contentment

Summary:

Having coerced Franky into giving you a ride, the three of you make your way to the venue.

Notes:

Another vibes/setting things up the chapter. We'll see the strawhats again, don't worry.

TWs: Drinking mentions, cursing, yelling, flirting.

After Kil’s tease, you quickly ducked back through the window and into the kitchen. Kid attempted to follow but he fell behind. You turned and saw that it was taking him time to navigate his body through the window. Seeing the ample man crouching and angling into a contorted position made you laugh.

In the living/dining room, Kil was standing next to Franky on the other side of the dining table. You noticed that Tony was wearily peeking out at Kil from the hallway door. Strangely, the teen was peeking the wrong way and you could see the whole of his scrawny body in the door frame. The odd sight made you chuckle again.

Kil gestured to you and said, “Franky, this is (Y/N).” At his beckoning, you walked over and joined the two men.

Franky’s large arms were crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, whatever. I’m only doing this cause Luffy asked me to and I love that kid. Let’s just get this over with so I can come back and join the party.” Franky grunted, twisting his mouth down at the corners.

“Well, I really appreciate it nonetheless. Everyone I’ve met tonight has been so kind. You’re a big help,” you responded sincerely.

Franky’s eyes widened and his face turned red. One of his large arms found its way to the back of his neck and he smiled widely. He tossed his hair to the side and laughed.

“Yeah, I’m just a nice, super-cool guy!” The man was clearly lost in his own vanity after your compliment.

You and Kil locked eyes. He raised one of his thick blonde brows at you bemusedly. You gave him a slick wink in return, proud of your work.

Kid had finally managed to puzzle his way through the window and loomed behind you with his arms crossed.

“Alright then, let’s go already” He scoffed.

The four of you started making your way to the outside door. The rest of the people in the house had continued partying and the jovial atmosphere mirrored what it had been when you first arrived.

Franky bent over and kissed Robin on the crown of her head again.

“Babe, I’m giving these kids a lift. I’ll be back soon.”

The woman smiled and lifted her face to him. They kissed sweetly and she said, “That’s very nice of you. Don’t die in a car crash. I love you.”

The young people in the group yelled things like “Gross!”, “Eww stop!”, and “Robin that’s kinda dark” in response to the public show of affection.

“Shaddup, brats! I like being gross!” Franky yelled and walked out the door barefoot.

“Thank you for having me. It was nice to meet all of you!” You addressed the circle.

“Wait! I wanna go!” Luffy shot up from his chair, glass beer bottle in hand.

“You really want to go to their stupid show?” Zoro asked angrily.

“Yeah! Come on! We never go out!” The happy man replied thrusting his arms into the air enthusiastically.

Franky leaned on the doorframe and peered back inside the apartment at Luffy.

“Well, I only got space for one more so it’d be you alone with these guys, Luf.”

“Absolutely, not,” Nami said.

“Fuck no” Sanji said.

“No way,” Ussop said.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Jinbe said.

“Honey, no” Robin said.

“Yo ho ho!” Brook laughed.

“Jeez, I didn’t say that he should!” Franky shot back at the crowd.

“Aw come on!” Luffy pouted.

“Sorry, but why is that a terrible idea?” You asked, slightly taken aback.

“Cause these two geniuses couldn’t find their way out of a paper bag. He’ll never make it home.” Sanji said, pointing his cigarette at Luffy and Zoro who both yelled obscenities at him in response.

Kil turned to Luffy.

“We have to get there a little early cause we’re performing, but if you want to come later with other people, you’ve got time.” Kil offered.

“Hmph. Okay.” Luffy crossed his arms and sat back on the bench, obviously miffed.

“Can we just go already?” Kid hissed.

“Okay, let’s go. Thanks, everyone” Kil said.

“Maybe I’ll see you later!” You said to the group cheerily as multiple people waved at you.

“Bye, (Y/N)! I’ll see you at the show!” Luffy hollered.

“Nice to meet you, girl! Let me know if those two give you any grief.” Nami said saluting you.

“Behave yourself, Eustass” Sanji threatened.

You shot them a wide smile. Kid growled, placed his large hands on your shoulders, and hustled you through the doorway.

--

Franky, still barefoot, led your gaggle out of the townhouse and down the steps. You hadn’t noticed before, but the vehicles parked in front of the apartment were odd.

There was an electric yellow Ford Thunderbird Landau with black racing stripes and one wheel well propped up on cinderblock directly in front of the apartment. In front of that was a white Chevrolet Chevelle that Franky stalked towards, fumbling in his jean pockets for his keys.

“Franky, are these your cars?” You asked.

“Yep. Both are mine. That’s Sunny and this is Merry. I’m a naval engineer but I work on these in my free time.” He said proudly.

“Aren’t you worried they’ll get stolen or ripped for parts?” You asked.

“I’ve never had any trouble. I don’t buy top-of-the-line parts and they’re both stick shifts so people leave them alone. Also, I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who tries.” He laughed.

He had crossed around the Chevelle and was unlocking the driver-side door.

“Wait we’re getting in THAT thing?” Kid asked, incredulously.

“What’s wrong with Merry?” Franky spat.

“It’s a fuckin’ two-door! There’s no room!” Kid yelled.

“Well Sunny is a four-door but she’s on blocks right now. Also, you don’t really have a choice, sport.” Franky laughed and moved the driver’s seat forward.

You shrugged at Kid, walked around the car to the driver’s side, and crawled into the back seat.

Kid shot Kil a glare and Kil raised his hands in resignation “Alright, alright,” he said and walked around the car.

It took him a second, but he successfully squeezed his large build into the back seat with you. The car’s backseat was bench-style and supposedly fit three people but you and Kil were flush against each other in the tight space due to his wide frame. You pushed your knees together and hunched your shoulders in an attempt to give the man a little more room.

“Sorry,” Kil said adjusting his body to be somewhat comfortable in the space. His knees were almost level with his chest. You laughed at his shrimp-like state.

“You won’t be laughing when we take a hard right turn and my body squashes you” He joked.

“We can deal with that when we get there. At least I don’t have to worry about a seatbelt since I’m pretty sure I can’t move.” You responded. Both of you laughed and settled in.

After a brief pause, he placed his left arm on the edge of the car’s left window and then lifted his right arm to rest on the bench seat behind you. Your eyes widened as you felt his large arm touch the top of your shoulders. You looked to your right, his hand was dangling just to the side. His thick, angular right hand was still patterned with dried blood. You gulped.

“Sorry,” He apologized again.

“It’s really fine. We’re ass to ankles back here.” You turned slightly to face him and smiled. You felt him relax at seeing your positive reaction; the wrought-iron tension in his body softened.

Franky slid into the driver’s seat and started the car’s loud engine as Kid clambered into the passenger seat. Kid’s spikey red hair was flattened by the ceiling. You and Kil looked at each other and broke into laughter.

“Shut up!” Kid bellowed at you both.

“No, you shut up and listen to her purr,” Franky revved the engine dramatically.

“Alright, here we go kiddos.” He said pulling the car out onto the street.

--

It had been a while since you drove around Brooklyn. You took the subway and walked almost exclusively and you hadn’t split an Uber with anyone in months. Despite the chill in the night air, you asked Kid to roll the window down and he obliged. You’d always loved sticking your head out of the window of a moving car; your friends said you were part dog. You liked that observation despite the bitch jokes that always followed.

The cool wind brushed your face and made your hair dart about. You smiled. Franky turned on the radio, already tuned to an oldies station. “Mary Jane’s Last Dance” by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers played through the speakers and Franky turned up the volume.

Your cosmo hadn’t been particularly strong, but you could feel the alcohol beginning to warm your blood. You loosened your core and relaxed, leaning slightly into the crook of Kil’s right arm. He didn’t shift or pull away from your increased contact. Instead, you felt him relax his posture more towards you. His right arm moved forward, settling into contact with the back of your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back to rest on his arm. His right hand moved from its dangling position to rest tentatively on your right shoulder. Your heart jumped into your throat. Slowly, his thumb traced gentle arcs back and forth on the fabric of your shirt and his arm gave you the lightest squeeze. You felt lightheaded at how giddy you were from the contact.

The night’s events had been unexpected and you were so glad that you’d decided to tag along. You still didn’t know that much about either man but all your interactions with them made you want to spend more time with them. You were somewhat worried about how flirting with both of them would affect the dynamic but not worried enough to stop, at least for now. This was mostly harmless anyway and usually mutually instigated.

Your life had felt stagnant as of late. You didn’t like your job, hadn’t seen friends as much, and family drama was perpetual. This was the first time in a while that you’d felt excited. You were excited about having new friends, excited to meet more of their friends, excited to see the show, and maybe even excited about seeing where these new friendships would go, but you didn’t admit that to yourself. This was just flirting and you weren’t going to let yourself read too much into it.

Contentment washed over your body. You were finally going to see them perform. You couldn’t wait.

At that moment, blue and red lights flashed through the windows of the car. A loud siren whirred briefly behind you.

“You have GOT to be FUCKIN JOKING” Kid screamed.

[toxycodone]

i understand its all joaks and its lighthearted out of love for this character but it is a little sad to see things like laios being a minimum wage worker and having no friends being described as him being a loser when theyre extremely common autistic experiences 💔 because to be honest i think youre really cool and a great writer and i would like to interact more but it makes me go, is that what you would think of me? my life situation’s not too different from that. anyways i hope you have a nice day <3

no not at all I genuinely like being mean to Laios so take everything I say about him with the world's biggest effing grain of salt because I am just. mean to him in particular lol. i like to kick him when he's down. (evil and mean but to blonde men in particular)

but like. i am not cool at all. like...........ill put it under the cut but yeah.

real shit under the cut bc this ask is making me think! im gonna be real w u nonnie

tl:dr if u dont wanna see whats under the cut:

this ask kinda makes me think bc. i think im really mean to laios too bc he reminds me of myself beforehand (zero self confidence and suicidal idealization) sigh and I really hate being reminded of that. so. again. im really biased when it comes to him specifically and that doesn't apply to you or any of my followers.

and for what its worth i am sorry for making you feel that way.

but also. i gotta say I can 100% relate to him and you. this time last year I was working at Starbucks ( i could only tolerate 4 hour shifts bc i would get overstimulated and my coworkers lowkey hated me.) and had like. 1 friend from high school and the years before that I spent turbo online being constantly pushed out of friend groups bc i could NEVER get anything right socially. I swear the first 23 years of my life I never lived. i went thru hs and college as a fucking. like. creature I felt like i couldnt connect w anyone because I was too tormented by adhd + autism and i was INSANELY depressed and coping w lack of control by having an eating disorder and being doped the fuck up on stimulants. (MY PCP gave me 56 mg of concerta and 5mg booster of adderall i was fucking tweaking on the daily </3)

but like. i started going to therapy and a psychiatrist who made me quit cold turkey for my own good and we started treating my depression and debilitating anxiety (i was convinced a stranger was living in my house in secret but also that everyone in public who saw me was revolted by me and genuinely wanted me to kill myself jkdhsfskdjh i told you i was tweaking)

anyways. i was a druggie with no goal in life and living in my own head and now like. i can look at myself in the mirror and not think "hey. this fat ugly piece of shit should genuinely die" and now people in real life LIKE me. I have friends. multiple friend groups, actually. WITH NOT JUST ND PEOPLE. LIKE, A LOT OF THEM ARE NEUROTYPICAL. And i am very open about being autistic with them and i dont have to mask.

and they still like me! and invite me places! and genuinely want to hang out with me! and they think im smart and get uncomfortable when I say im stupid or too autistic to like. be able to be in public.

it still feels like a dream and in my mind im like "they actually are gonna drop you and make fun of you for thinking they were ever your friends" or like "theyre just doing this bc of the stupid buddy system shit or they think you're a pet this is highschool all over again"

but even tho im haunted by this. its....I can say with confidence its not true.

anyways. i know people say this shit all the time but I will say you are very capable of love and not a loser or anything like that. the thing you're missing out on is the right people. i didnt believe this for most of my life and tried to get myself killed because of it but im glad I didn't because it is genuinely true.

i have spent the last <1 year of my life genuinely being alive. and i wouldn't trade it for anything. idk if thats a sign for anyone yeah. take it

[literaphobe]

I’ve seen a lot of gender swapped mlb stuff where either one or both of their genders are swapped. How do you think any of those variations would change the love square dynamic or the characters in general, if they would change it all?

GONNA TALK ABOUT WLW LOVE SQUARE. other variations will be elaborated on if u come back and ask my sweet anonie <3

adrienette: i feel like fem adrien would give marinette so many more demons. i could go more in depth about my visions but ifl it would be really funny to see alya try and convince marinette that girl adrien TOTALLY likes her like its SO obvious and marinette is like IT DOESNT MEAN ANYTHING ALYA SHES NICE TO EVERYONE!! plus we dont even know if adrien likes girls!! and adrien walks by only overhearing the last sentence and is like oh! i do like girls :) and then after marinette’s recovered from her heart attack the new meta becomes OKAY BUT WE DONT KNOW IF SHES ATTRACTED TO GIRLS. MAYBE SHE JUST THINKS GIRLS R REALLY FUCKING COOL!! the next day the papers announce that girl adrien is in love w ladybug

ladynoir: chat noir has got the biggest crush on ladybug like she is so seriously gay like if she didnt already know she was gay if she was the most repressed gay girlie in this gay girlie world she would know what she was with ONE look at ladybug. ladybug has no fucking idea chat noir is in love with her. she thinks they are best friends. no one understands this life other than Her. one time some sleazy guy hit on chat and ladybug beat the shit out of him. he just so happened to be akumatized but she was so pissed off and violent about it. the dating rumors and the media are the same about it. aka incredibly invasive and ladybug is just as pissed off that they think they are dating. she gets so aggressive about it to the point where chat noir asks her what she thinks about the lgbt+ community. and chat is like im sorry like im a wlw and if u dont like gay ppl thats okay i just– and then ladybug like kisses her and is like im gay too u idiot its just weird of the media to speculate so harshly and then chat is just like FROZEN and ladybug freaks out shes like IM SO SORRY I SHOULDNT HAVE LIKE I MEAN I SHOULDVE ASKED and chat is like NO ITS OK UVE KISSED ME BEFORE ANYWAY and ladybug is like THATS DIFFERENT I HAD NO CHOICE BUT HERE– and then chat kisses her to calm her down (and shut her up) and pretty much just even the scales in terms of initiated kisses. when news about girl adrien x ladybug breaks out ladybug is like ???!!!!!!!! and chat is like um do u hate that she likes u i mean the news probably waaaayyyy exaggerated what they interrogated out of her and like um so overstretched it probably haha what do u think of blonde models and um adrien i guess like do u hate her do u think shes cool do u think you could fall madly in love with her and spend all your days together

ladrien: ladybug saves girl adriens life and shes like oh thank you ladybug… ur so wonderful 😍 like so clearly into her but ladybug is dense af and also nervous af she doesnt even believe the rumors!! shes like ur welcome girl adrien haha um yeah so um i saw the news but dont worry!!!! i know how the news exaggerates all the time like they always call me and girl chat noir a couple even tho we are not!! and adrien is like oh so like… ud never date chat noir? and ladybug is like uh… we are… friends and partners. do you.. want me to date chat noir? So the news really got it all wrong and you dont like me at all? and adrien is like I DO LIKE YOU… UM WHO WOULDN’T LIKE YOU? <- she has no idea how to save this bc she wants to date ladybug but doesnt know which identity to chase her with best and she thinks ladybug might not like EITHER of her identities so shes like confused at shit but also she very easily gets her hopes up and shes like maybe i should tell her???

marichat: ifl the events of glaciator will always be so inevitable for marichat. like marinette will always look so inviting on that balcony of hers staring off wistfully into the evening air and chat noir will always feel drawn to it when ladybug is nowhere to be found… what would be fun about wlw marichat guys

[somekidnamedkai]

May I request a smut piece with Rook Hunt? (AFAB please) It's pretty sentimental, so be warned!

I'd like to see how Rook would react to Reader talking about how they want their first time to be like.

When night falls above Ramshackle, MC confides in Rook her deepest desires. Dreamily she whispers into his ear how she wants to make love to him. In her vision two lovers would look into each other's eyes with passion and longing as they kissed and touched with all of their pent up feelings. She wants to show him how beautiful it all is. How pure it can be. To be utterly cherished and loved.

I Want To Know What Love Is

Notes: I’ve been listening to Rock of Ages so that excuses the title. I thought it was funny and fit the prmompt ok. I had fun writing this, I really hope you like it! It is my first time writing smut other than when i was like 12 and thought it was “cool”, so I apologize if it seems kind of weird or cringe in parts

MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY

Character: Rook Hunt

Warnings: Smut, fingering, Dom!Rook, sub!reader, kinda cringe towards the end I tried but yea. I don’t think its that bad

F!Reader

You knocked on the door to Rooks dorm, waiting for him to answer. Luckily, you didn’t have to wait long, because almost immediately after you knocked, the door opened and there stood the Pomefiore Vice Housewarden, and hunter, Rook. He had a smile on his face as he saw you, “Ahh! Mon Cherie, come in!” He exclaimed as he motioned you to walk in. “To what do I owe the pleasure of having you come and visit me?” Rook questioned you as he shut the door. You hummed as you walked around the boy's dorm room, taking it in. Rook motioned for you to sit on the bed, which you did, and he sat next to you.

You looked at Rook. The huntsman probably knew why you were here and that you wanted something. After all, he made it practically his life's work to know everything about everybody. Maybe Rook knew you wanted something, but perhaps he doesn’t know exactly what. “Come here,” you said gently as you scooted towards the blonde boy and leaned to his ear, “I want to make love with you. I want us to give each other looks of passion, to touch each other's bodies, to cry each other's names from pleasure. I want to show you how beautiful and amazing love is.” You explained to the boy beside you with a dreamy and sweet tone. “I want to be cherished and loved by you, Rook. To see how beautiful everything is. How you’d feel inside me, how your fingers will trace against my body, how passionate a kiss we can share.”

The Vice Housewarden looked at you, not in shock, but in desire. He felt his pants tighten, the words you said getting to him. Oh, how he’d have longed to do all of those things with you, and now you were here, asking him for it, letting all of your desires out in front of him. “So direct. Of course, Mon cherie,” Rook agreed as he cupped your face with one hand and pushed you toward him, leaving a small distance between you two. He licked his lips slightly before he closed the space, wrapping you in a soft yet passionate kiss. The feel of his soft lips on yours was like heaven. You slightly parted your lips allowing Rook’s tongue to slip inside. Emitting a small moan out of your mouth.

Amid your kiss, Rook used his hand that wasn’t cupping your cheek to traverse down your body and slowly unbutton your shirt. Never-ending your kiss, Rook slid off your shirt and unclasped your bra single-handedly. After your top was completely bare, Rook slid his hands down your body, stopping to squeeze your tits, making you moan into his mouth. He couldn’t lie he enjoyed watching you moan into the kiss you two shared. It made him want to do it again, which he did. Rook gave your breasts another nice squeeze as you moaned again in response. He broke away from the makeout session you two had, a smile on his lips, “Oh, mon cherie you sound beautiful, how will I be able to stop when you sound so wondrous,” he expressed as he moved his hands down your body, making you shiver at the contact.

Rook got to your hips, and he slowly pulled your skirt down, revealing lacy underwear. But before he did anything else, Rook backed away, making you whine, “You’re so beautiful, you know. Nothing can compare to you,” Rook praised you as he began to take his clothes off. First his jacket and shirt, then pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. Rook grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist, making your back fall onto the mattress you gasped in shock as he leaned back down and kissed you again, enjoying the feel of your lips on his. It was like heaven, and he hadn’t gotten to the best part yet.

Practically as soon as he kissed you, Rook traveled his hands down your body again, feeling your sides, stomach, everything. Once he got to your lower regions, Rook dove one hand under your panties and began to rub your clit, forcing a moan out of your lips, and used his other hand to take off your underwear and trail the hand along your thigh. Rook pulled away from the kiss as you tried to pull toward him, not wanting it to end. You saw the sweet smile of the man who was on top of you, and you let out a sharp moan as you felt Rook push on one of his fingers inside of your sex. He slowly began thrusting his finger in and out, watching you moan softly from the pleasure he gave you. “Beautiful,” he softly whispered.

Rook inserted another finger, watching you gasp at the stimulation he was giving you. It was like a show. The way you moved under him, how your gasps and moans sounded, it was music to his ears. He began to pick up his pace, seeing your breasts bounce a little. Rook leaned down and began to suck on one of your nipples, making you emit another loud moan. “Rook~!” You cried out, which made him enjoy what he was doing all the more.

Rook continued to move his fingers at a fast past in and out of you, watching you moan and squirm. He felt your walls clenching around him as he smirked. “Are you close, Mon amour?” Rook asked, almost teasingly, as he inserted a third finger into you, making you let out a gasp as you nodded, “yes!” you moaned as Rook gave you a quick kiss before he quickened his pace again, watching you squirm underneath him. “Then cum, mon cherie,” Rook seductively told you as he hit your g-spot over and over, making you reach your climax as you let out a loud moan.

The Vice housewarden quickly took his fingers out of your sex and licked your juices off, “Was it how you desired, mon amour?” Rook asked you as you nodded to the boy, smiling at him. “You were right. Love is a beautiful thing that I get to share with you,” Rook continued to speak as he gave you another kiss.

[bardinthezone]

Rewatching the 9th Doctor after this marvelous video, and I have so many thoughts already. So prepare for an unfiltered string of thoughts about Doctor Who like it's the early 2010s again

S1E1:

I never gave Rose enough credit as a kid. I loved the cool settings and the wish-fulfillment of "run away from your responsiblities into fun sci-fi worlds." I saw myself more in Donna, the sardonic, no-nonsense not blond and pink and lame and feminine companion. But Rose is so wonderful. She's a 19 year old retail worker, with a normal relationship and normal mom. Not a genius, but she's surprisingly quick to act under pressure. And where she truly shines is her heart.

Because the Doctor is the brains. He's quippy and pragmatic and carries so much experience with him that he's become a bit distanced from the people he's trying to save. He's come to view people as dumb apes who just get in their own way and need someone like him to help him.

But the show doesn't portray this as a good thing!!! We don't start with the Doctor being Cool and Sarcastic, and Rose isn't introduced as some dumb bimbo. Rose is our POV character, the one we follow without a sign of the Doctor for the first 5 and a half minutes of the episode. She's the everyman, the one asking the questions for the audience, and the Doctor is seen as a whirlwind man of mystery, one whose only constant companion is death. The Doctor has to learn to trust Rose, but the audience doesn't.

Rose is so compassionate. She gets caught up in little things the Doctor doesn't, like finding out if her boyfriend is dead and getting her mom to safety and evacuating a restaurant full of people. She cares, she brings the Doctor back to earth when he gets too in his own head, and the show supports her for it from the start. This is one of my favorite New Who episodes, I think

Side note, I feel so bad for Clive. Poor bastard was just an average guy trying to figure out something strange (Like Rose), but he got shafted HARD. I'm glad they included Mikey and Rose both showing caution when meeting him, but also didn't turn him into a complete joke. Again, it really adds to the theme of "everyone has rich internal lives and its not up to any one person to decide if they're important". Also so does the Doctor not jumping straight to "poison the fuckers an kill em dead!!"

Also I'm never gonna get over "~pete-zzaaaaaa~"

Or the Doctor being so ace