#Navy Au
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
lights-out-away-we-go · 29 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
NAVY (Blue)
Pairing: Lestappen
Max is a pilot in the US Navy. He is also an Alpha like most pilots are. His hatred for authority made him climb the ranks quickly. At the request of his supervisor, he is removed from his current mission and stationed at the ship Nimitz where he will be Commanding Officer for a strike fighter squadron.
Omega Charles Leclerc joins the squadron. The atmosphere between the ship crew is toxic and the political situation is tense. Max desperately tries to not to let the situation slide out of control.
Or: Alpha Max and Omega Charles Military-Pilot AU
35 notes · View notes
deancaspinefest · 10 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Given to Fly
Author: MittenWraith (mittensmorgul) | Artist: seidenapfel
Posting on Sunday April 14
It only upsets Dean's comfortable routine a little bit when Claire's illustrious uncle moves down to Norfolk to run his airfield. That is, until he meets his new boss face to face and can barely make words happen. Cas isn't doing much better, even if he knows exactly what he'd say to Dean if only he weren't Dean's commanding officer... Test pilot instructor Cas (who's afraid of boats) ran from his Air Force family to join the Navy, Dean ran from his Marine Corps father to work on airplanes for the Navy-- just as long as he doesn't have to fly in one, he's fine. They've met in the middle, but also in an impossible circumstance. It seems as if the one thing they want is something they can't have. Unless solving one impossible mystery could free them...
Keep reading for a sneak preview!
Dean arrived at work bright and early the next morning, expecting to have a little time to get ready before Captain Castiel Novak was expected to make a general inspection with Rufus in advance of handing over the reins to him. Unfortunately for Dean, he was a little too late for that. He walked into his office to find Rufus sitting in his chair, having a cup of his coffee. That in itself wasn’t surprising, but the fact he was sharing a cup while having a chat with the illustrious and storied Captain Novak was. He was so entirely caught off guard he almost forgot to salute as Rufus got to his feet.
“Chief Winchester, we weren’t expecting you in for another half hour or so,” Rufus said as Captain Novak stood up and turned around to be introduced and saluted. Dean was grateful to Rufus for babbling on for a bit before getting to business, because the second Dean saw the man’s face he lost the power of speech. “Captain Novak wanted to know where to get the best cup of coffee on base, so of course I led him straight to your office. Captain Castiel Novak, this is Chief Petty Officer Dean Winchester, mechanic extraordinaire and keeper of primo coffee beans.”
Dean managed another salute, which Novak returned.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chief Winchester,” Castiel said, looking just as knocked off balance as he shook himself off as Dean felt. “I understand we’ll be working closely together.”
Since Dean was standing there rather dumbly nodding back at him, Rufus broke the tension by clearing his throat and sitting back down at Dean’s desk.
“Captain Novak will be shadowing me for the next few days, and then taking over full time by the end of next week,” Rufus said. “Though I’m sure you don’t need me teaching you the ropes on how an airfield runs.”
Novak let out a little huff of a laugh at that. “Hopefully not. Though it is a new working environment, and the transition can be difficult for everyone involved. It’s well known you’re a beloved leader to your crew, and filling those shoes is never easy. Though the excellent coffee doesn’t hurt,” he added, taking his seat and toasting Dean with his cup.
Dean just stood there looking at Novak’s shoes before finally shaking himself off and noticing the apologetic smile on his new boss’s face falter just a little. Novak glanced at Rufus before looking back at Dean.
“I hope we haven’t overstepped, invading your space like this…”
“No, sir. My door is always open for anyone who needs it,” Dean finally managed, starting to feel like a human being and not a walking x-ray scan. Novak was still staring at him, though, and he knew he must be making a terrible impression. He pulled himself together and stood up a little straighter. “Even if they just need a decent cup of joe.”
“Well, Winchester, since you’re here, would you mind going through morning inspection with the Captain?” Rufus asked, after it was clear that Dean and Cas would otherwise just continue to stare at each other if left to their own devices.
Dean was doubly grateful that he’d already stopped for breakfast on his way in and hadn’t brought it with him to eat at his desk. He dropped his gear bag beside his desk and grabbed the inspection roster off the shelf beside the door.
“Ready when you are, Captain. One fifty cent tour, coming right up.”
(continue reading on Ao3 on Sunday April 14)
78 notes · View notes
gimmemore14 · 5 months ago
Note
I want to know about all your WIPs, cause I'm greedy that way, but if I have to limit it to one, then I'd love to hear more about the Pirate/navy Au omegaverse (Dark!brudick—> sladick).
Tumblr media
Thanks for the asks!! I lumped in @hii-theree ‘s too so I can get two birds one stone :)
SO I love pirates, favorite childhood/teenage series was one called bloody jack where an orphan girl disguises herself as a boy and joins the navy as a cabin boy, it’s based loosely on the multitude of true stories of women cross dressing to fight in the navy army ect! On the plane I couldn’t help but think of a similar idea but Dick is an omega that disguises himself since theyre not allowed (but of course Bruce finds out…)
Here, have a snippet!
Dick swipes at the sweat streaming down his face as he climbs up the main mast with a heavy chest strapped to his back. There's nothing to shield his eyes from the harsh glare of the sun- his captain’s hat lost long ago during the battle- or the glint of it reflecting off of a looking glass on the Deathstroke’s quarterdeck.
That bastard is watching him.
Good.
Wally, as unhappy as he was with his captain, lowered the Navy ship’s colors for him before helping wrangle their angry bosun onto the rowboat and boarding as well. Dick will miss his first mate dearly, but a captain’s duty is to protect his crew first.
Damned be what the admiral says.
He waves the white flag from his perch in the rigging as his crew starts rowing away in the lifeboats. They won’t have any hope of escaping the pirates unless Captain Wilson takes his deal, but Dick is confident in his persuasiveness. He makes sure the treasure is in clear view as the pirate ship throws their lines over to moor the ships together.
As the pirates swarm the ship below, Dick surveys the poor state of it. The Nightwing’s foremast lays like an anchor in the water, snapped but still attached. They would have had to find a port quickly to fix all of the damage to the deck, but he already knows his beloved ship, commissioned for him, is doomed for destruction.
An imposing man steps easily across the divide of the ships, any doubt that this is the same captain who’s been hounding him for years is cut away as the man meets his eyes.
“I see even as a captain the pretty bird is more at home in the rigging. What an unusual surrender… you hiding like a treed mountain lion and your men abandoning their captain.”
“It’s purposeful,” Dick says, his chin tilted up proudly despite feeling so young in front of the grizzled pirate. “I’d like to propose a deal, my surrender is already guaranteed and not part of it but the safety of this chest and the information it contains is.”
He unstraps the chest and dangles it over the open water with one hand. The captain’s eye widens in concern for a split second before schooling itself into indifference.
“It’s well known that I have more treasure than I know what to do with,” Captain Wilson counters, seemingly amused. “Do you really think a singular treasure chest will stop me from aiming our canons at your crew?”
“No, but I heard a rumor your enchantment from the seawitch is nearing its end and I’m well aware you’re looking for a solution.” Dick pauses, thrilled and terrified that the captain’s full focus is now on him. “A solution I hold in my hand right now.”
Captain Wilson is silent for a beat, clearly weighing his options. If they shoot Dick, his body and the treasure will potentially both plunge into the sea, he’s confident it won’t go that way but he’s made his peace if it does.
When the gruff man shakes his head in what seems like amusement, Dick feels a spark of hope. “I see you’ve been keeping track of me as thoroughly as I have you. You’ve caught me in a good mood after capturing your ship and admittedly, I admire your boldness Grayson. So, what are your demands?”
“I know you as a man of your word and I trust you know me as a man of mine, I will happily hand over this chest for the guaranteed safety of my men.” Dick promises, holding the treasure more steadily with two hands now. “A navel port is not far from here, let them row away and the chest is yours.”
The man removes his hat to better meet Dick’s eye before asking, “You’d trust the word of a pirate?”
“No, not any pirate. Just yours.”
Captain Wilson nearly smiles, although his expression’s much too sinister to be called as such; all the same, he stops his men from aiming their muskets at the lifeboats. “Come down here then, little bird, we have a deal.”
The tension leaves Dick’s body, despite him knowing his own nightmare is just beginning. His men are safe, he’s done what he’s promised. He tells himself that it doesn’t matter what happens to him as long as his men make it to that port. As he slides down the rigging and onto the deck, Captain Wilson’s eye never leaves him, there’s an uncomfortable weight to it that makes him shiver.
Dick stands straight after placing the chest at the man’s feet. In this proximity, the captain’s alpha scent is overwhelming, eagerly proclaiming him the most dangerous man on the sea. Not for the first time, Dick is glad for the Navy’s insistence on blockers… he wouldn’t have been made captain without them.
“Now, what to do with you, little Captain.” The alpha contemplates, beginning to circle Dick like a shark. “Your safety was not a part of the deal.”
Dick fights to not swallow the lump in his throat. “I am aware.”
“If you throw yourself at my feet and beg,” Captain Wilson muses, stopping in front of him. “Perhaps I’ll consider not turning you into fish bait… you and this ship have lost me a lot of money and men.”
“I know,” Dick says, clenching his fist against the nervous tremors threatening to take over his body. “I am sorry for the men, but not for the money… and I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t beg either.”
An incredulous laugh escapes Captain Wilson before his menacing eye turns calculating. “Perhaps a good keelhauling will remedy that.”
Dick can’t control his trembling any longer, images flashing of when Admiral Wayne ordered Roy keelhauled for getting too friendly with Dick. He came up half drowned, his back torn to pieces by the barnacles, and promising to keep his relationship with Dick professional. He nearly died of infection that week. The scarring and distance between them remains the same today.
“I surrendered, of course you can do what you would like,” he says around the lump in his throat. “But I would warn against it.”
Captain Wilson, seeing his fear and enjoying it, tilts his head curiously. “And why is that?”
Dick forces himself to meet the man’s eye and his voice to not shake. “I’m the only person I’ve come across that can read that map, I’d be more useful to you coherent than half dead.”
The captain contemplates his words before opening the chest himself and pulling out the journals. Dick takes practiced breaths to slow his heart rate, focusing only on his crew rowing further in the distance as the alpha skims through the books.
“You really can read these?”
“Yes.”
“How? Don’t lie to me.”
“It’s my mother and father’s tongue, taught to me in secret alongside English.” Dick replies, his heart aching at the memory of his parents’ whispered lessons.
The captain looks at him as if peering into his soul, Dick doesn’t try to hide even as he feels ripped open and laid bare. “Hmm, very well. Wintergreen, has everything of use been collected?”
The first mate answers affirmatively as the last of the water and food are packed across to the Deathstroke. Dick’s heart drops into his stomach as Captain Wilson binds his hands and leads him to the other ship.
The alpha keeps a steady hand on the back of his neck as the crew of the Deathstroke unmoor the ship and ready their starboard cannons. Dick bites his lip to keep it from trembling as they aim to sink his ship, his home, his legacy, his freedom.
“Shall I have someone take him to the brig, sir?” The captain’s first mate asks.
Dick never thought he’d be relieved at the prospect of a jail cell, anything to keep the Nightwing’s memory alive and whole in his head.
Captain Wilson looks at Dick, who tries to feign indifference. A smirk pulls up the side of his face, his blue eye just as soulless as his black eyepatch.
“Not yet, I believe this is something my little Captain needs to watch. On your command, Billy.”
Dick does not cry out like he wants to as the cannon balls rip through the Nightwing’s hull. His chest feels as if an elephant has settled onto it. The Nightwing was his home, the reason he was able to be free from Bruce’s domineering command most of the year. Without a ship, Dick knows when Admiral Wayne finds him he will be back on The Bat and kept under lock and key for allowing himself to be captured. In an effort not to sob his fingernails pierce his palms and blood drips sluggishly onto the deck below him.
Captain Wilson’s fingers dig possessively into his scruff as the smell of satisfaction oozes from the man. “Even while sinking she’s a beauty.” He comments lightly as the Nightwing’s bow finally succumbs to her watery grave.
“Shall I take him now, Captain?”
“Yes,” Wilson says while turning Dick to look at him.
He still hasn’t cried, his eyes glassy with furious tears and his jaw set indignantly. The alpha soaks in his expression almost hungrily, his thumb teasing the side of Dick’s scent blockers. It’s only then that a chord of actual terror strikes him.
“But not to the brig. Take him to my quarters, I’m not done with him yet.” Captain Wilson orders, lightly shoving him into the waiting hands of his first mate.
The man, Wintergreen, takes him into the captain’s cabin and ties him to the chair bolted down in front of the large desk. It’s only once the door closes and leaves him in the dimly lit cabin that he allows his tears to fall.
20 notes · View notes
hummingbird-of-light · 5 months ago
Text
June of Doom 2024 Day 14 (@juneofdoom)
14. “What were you thinking?”                 
| Surrender | Human Shield | Outmatched |
~
"Spock, McCoy, Uhura, Giotto! You form Team Bravo and head east! Team Alpha, consisting of Sulu, Chapel, Chekov and myself, will head west."
Cadet Pavel Chekov listened carefully to his captain's words and quickly saluted as the man called his name and gave the order.
The USS Enterprise had been called to a rescue mission on a small Caribbean island. They were to find a kidnapped scientist who was being held captive by a group of rebels.
One team had already set off north from the coast, but had been unable to find anything. Now it was up to the remaining teams.
Chekov's heart was beating like crazy. It was his first away mission as a cadet. So far he had always stayed on board as a trainee navigator, but this time Captain Kirk had told him to come along. It filled him with incredible pride to be part of such an important mission.
"Let's go. We'll stay in radio contact. Be careful," Captain Kirk gave the final instructions before they all set off into the rainforest.
The crew members quietly made their way through the jungle. Chekov kept his eyes wide open and his ears pricked up, turning his head back and forth. He flinched a little at every sound and gripped his drawn weapon a little tighter.
"Take it easy, cadet. Caution is good, but if you tense up too much, it can quickly backfire."
Surprised, Chekov looked over his shoulder and looked into the face of Lt. Hikaru Sulu. The helmsman gave him a gentle smile and Chekov immediately blushed a little. He was extremely embarrassed that Sulu of all people had noticed how nervous he was. He admired the Asian very much and wanted to make a particularly good impression on him.
"D-da," Chekov replied in his native tongue, but quickly shook his head and corrected himself. "I-I mean aye, Lieutenant."
His colleague just patted him on the shoulder and then nodded in the direction of the captain and the medic Chapel, who were already a little further ahead of them. Chekov must have unconsciously slowed down a little. He and Sulu quickly caught up with the others again.
"Everything all right, Mr. Chekov?" Kirk cast a quick glance over his shoulder and Chekov nodded quickly.
"Aye, Captain. I'm ... just a little excited," he admitted, knowing that his superior officer had surely sensed it already. The man gave him an encouraging smile.
"I felt the same way on my first mission, Cadet. But I'm sure that feeling will subside with time."
Although Chekov could hardly imagine that the courageous, self-confident captain could ever have been as excited as he was, he was still grateful for the encouraging words.
They continued on their way in silence and all was quiet for a long time until Kirk suddenly raised a hand and brought everyone to a halt. He slowly took a few steps forward before cursing loudly.
"Fuck! Everybody take cover!" he shouted loudly and before the startled Chekov could react, Sulu had already knocked him to the ground.
A loud bang sounded and the young cadet hardly knew what hit him as smoke enveloped him and the others. He let out a few Russian curses. A smoke bomb!
The young man's ears rang from the blast. As if through absorbent cotton, he heard Kirk call for reinforcements and suddenly several shots rang out.
Chekov's breath caught and his heart literally threatened to explode as he helplessly turned his head back and forth, searching for the enemy attackers. He could barely make out anything through the smoke.
He lay prone on the ground, crawled over to the nearest tree to get up and use it for cover and finally he managed to spot something. Something that made his blood run cold.
Lt. Sulu was standing nearby, shooting at some enemies, but he didn't notice the enemy aiming at him from behind.
"Sulu!"
Chekov reacted without thinking. He rushed forward and placed himself between Sulu and the attacker like a shield while firing wildly at the bad guy.
It all happened far too quickly. Two shots hit Chekov, one in the shoulder and one in the chest, and he let out a cry of pain as he went down.
The young cadet did not know whether one of his bullets had also hit his opponent. He could only hope so.
Panting, he squeezed his eyes shut, somehow trying to block out the searing pain. It hurt so damn much!
"Chekov! Man down, man down!" Sulu's panicked voice rang out and Chekov tried to open his eyes to look at the lieutenant, but his lids were just too heavy.
He felt a whole lot of blood leaving his body, struggled against the unbearable pain, but eventually the young man lost consciousness.
It didn't matter. All that mattered was that Sulu was all right.
~
"Cadet Chekov, hey. Pavel."
When Chekov's eyes fluttered open, he didn't know where he was at first. The surroundings seemed incredibly familiar, but it took him a moment to recognize it as the Enterprise's sickbay.
Groaning, Chekov turned his head to the side and was surprised to see Lt. Sulu.
"Wh-what ... happened?" he asked, exhausted, and his counterpart smiled weakly.
"You took two bullets for me, Cadet."
Chekov squinted his eyes in confusion, but then he remembered what had happened. An ambush! He had thrown himself in front of Lt. Sulu and protected him.
"I'm ... still alive?"
Sulu laughed tiredly when he heard Chekov's question.
"Obviously. Fortunately, you were wearing body armor, so only the shot to the shoulder was dangerous. Chapel managed to stop the bleeding, but we're still on our way to the nearest island with a hospital." Sulu sighed. "What were you thinking?"
Chekov's cheeks turned red. He avoided the helmsman's gaze.
"I ... wanted to protect you, Lieutenant. And ... to be honest, I wasn't thinking much at all," he admitted.
Sulu's gentle smile returned and he squeezed Chekov's hand, which he had obviously been holding the whole time.
"Thank you, Pavel. But ... that was exceedingly stupid. Don't ever do that again, will you?"
Chekov had to smile now, too. He nodded.
"Understood, sir."
They talked for a while about how the mission had ended and how the captured scientist had been rescued before Sulu said that Chekov should get more rest.
What an exciting first away mission!
12 notes · View notes
Text
National Mentoring Day & National Civics Day & Navy Day & World Occupational Therapy Day
Person A was in the navy and part of a project that had soldiers help marine biologists create a genetically modified aquatic creature to be their equivalent of a K9 unit. Person B is one of the marine biologists who is very attached to all their experiments and when Person A ends up bonding with a reject, Person B helps them sneak out the reject to go home with Person A when their deployment ends due to an injury, so it won’t be euthanized for being a failure. But since Person A doesn’t really know a lot about marine animals and they can’t bring it to a normal vet, Person B becomes the on-call vet for Person A.
2 notes · View notes
theangrypomeranian · 1 year ago
Text
Summary:
She was right, of course. But the idea of her going through this alone made him want to curl up and cry. Tina was already so sensitive and she seemed so fragile right now. She needed someone to help her, to care for her while Zeke was away and make sure that she and the baby were okay. There’s only one solution he can come up with. “Okay.” He turns to her with a nod. “Then I’ll go with you.” "What?" "I'll go with you back to Georgia.   Jimmy Jr. learns that his best friends are expecting a baby. The problem? Zeke is being sent away by the Navy for the rest of the pregnancy. The solution? Jimmy Jr. coming to live with Tina to take care of her while her husband is gone. Part of Tinimmy Week 2023.
13 notes · View notes
wings-of-flying · 2 years ago
Text
more thoughts about my riptide navy au: (wrote more than i thought i would, so added a keep reading lmao)
okay, so instead of ava's death distancing jay from the navy, it pushes her to work harder and climb the ranks in order to find and destroy whoever killed her. she eventually becomes a captain, just like ava was, and even manages to claim her sister's old ship - the Blue Jay (named after jay). because she isn't in Featherbrooke with may, jay actually becomes closer to her father than to her mother and, like in canon, finds it difficult to do anything but follow his orders.
she sails to Canella, where she checks up on the newest recruits and has to select which ones will join her crew. while in Zero, there is an attack on the navy tower by pirates, although they are unsure which ones exactly, that sends the town into chaos. one particular new recruit seems more capable and surprisingly knowledgeable about how to calm the chaos, and jay gladly invites him to her crew. this recruit is chip.
after the black rose and after reuben's gang, chip begins to see flaws in piracy and crime in general. he knows first-hand how it can manipulate young children, and so has turned his back on the ways of pirates and decided to join the navy's cause. at least, that's the story he tells.
in reality, chip wants to sneak into the navy rankings and gain their trust so he can find out if they know what happened to the black rose. he set up the explosion at Zero so he had an opportunity to prove himself. essentially, he's the traitor rather than jay.
they set off to sea and, a few weeks down the line, get a message from the admiral (jay's grandma) telling them to expect a visitor from the undersea due to their successful alliance. after a couple of hours, gillion emerges from the ocean.
in this universe, he hasn't been banished, but sent on a mission of sorts to confirm whether or not the navy is trustworthy. as the champion, he is seen as the best fit for the cause and is very quickly taught that humans aren't necessarily evil, though not enough to prevent him from being suspicious. the reason he's sent to jay's ship is because the admiral thought it would be a good chance for her granddaughter to show how successful she is.
gillion and jay don't get on very well at first, as both see the other as a threat to their power, but eventually bond over their similar upbringings.
chip and jay immediately get on, although chip mostly is pretending to begin with then genuinely ends up considering her a friend.
chip is a lot more restrained, as he's keeping up a sort of facade, so is a lot less of a bastard to gill and the two sort of quietly get on.
i have more thoughts, but this is already a long post so i'll stop for now
14 notes · View notes
moonlight-records · 2 months ago
Text
Paddock Throuple | OP81 & LN4 (sm!au)
pairing: oscar piastri x reader x lando norris
summary: an insight to the paddocks favorite throuple outside of f1 before a race weekend
warning: none!
fc: none!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
oscarpiastri tagged yourusername and landonorris
Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by yourusername, landonorris, yourbestfriend, carlossainz55, arthur_leclerc, and 1.6m others
oscarpiastri this is why lando and y/n need to be supervised when they're together
view all 982,403 comments
user025 LANDOSCARY/N NATION WAKE UP!!!
user842 what are they doing in the first photo?? 😭
user5936 THE PURPLE HOODIE IS SOOO CUTE WHERE IS IT FROM???
↳ user382 i think it's lando's hoodie on his store! ↳ user5936 runNING RN I NEED IT
carlossainz55 is lando trying to...crawl into the game?
↳ oscarpiastri yes but not to shoot since he's bad, the balls got stuck ↳ landonorris RUDE OMG??? ↳ yourusername don't cry cause he's right ↳ carlossainz55 they're right you are not...the best ↳ landonorris THE SLANDER IS--WILD
logansargeant y/n! grab me a coke while you're up there 🙏
↳ yourusername i got you bestie! 💕
user8739 YES OFF TRACK PHOTOS WE'RE SO BACK!!!
yourusername YOU LOVE US AND YOU KNOW IT!!!
↳ landonorris YEAH, WHAT Y/N SAID!! ↳ oscarpiastri just because I love you both, doesn't mean my statement isn't wrong. ↳ landonorris BOOOOOOOO ↳ yourusername 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅
Tumblr media
yourusername tagged oscarpiastri, landonorris, logansargeant and alex_albon
Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, logansargeant, alex_albon, arthur_leclerc, and 1.1m others
yourusername someone say mclaren & williams double date? 👀
comments on this post has been limited
logansargeant did someone say adventure?
landonorris we should run it back like NOW
alex_albon best night ever!!
arthur_leclerc what is happening in the second photo?
↳ alex_albon lando and oscar trying to hold logan up but it back fired so i came to his rescue ↳ landonorris alex failed at his rescue mission ↳ alex_albon SHUT UP 😫 ↳ logansargeant i think alex did a great job at saving me 🥰 ↳ oscarpiastri well if someone didn't scare us, it would've been a perfect photo ↳ yourusername oops?
charles_leclerc you are all menaces together i love it
↳ landonorris i was about to say we weren't better when streaming 😂
lewishamilton44 did someone win me something?
↳ yourusername yes king 💪💪
oscarpiastri okay i'll admit it, the amusement park was fun
↳ yourusername YES I WIN!!!
Tumblr media
landonorris tagged yourusername and oscarpiastri
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri, alex_albon, arthur_leclerc, carlossainz55, maxverstappen, and 1.6m others
landonorris pre-race date night ft. spiderman 🥵🫢
view all 1.1m comments
user9473 stop y'all are so CUTE 🥹🥹
user34 omg omg I WAS AT THE SAME AQUARIUM AND THOUGHT I WAS INSANE ↳ yourusername not insane! ↳ user34 OMG YOU RESPOND!!!
alex_albon IS THAT SPIDERMAN?!
↳ oscarpiastri yes, yes it is ↳ landonorris met a REAL celebrity today ↳ yourusername ugh soooo upset i missed spidey 😫
user406 THE SPIDERMAN ONE AHAHAHA
user3857 please tell me y/n is coming with y'all to Singapore!! PLEASE!!!
↳ yourusername 🤭
Tumblr media
yourusername tagged landonorris and oscarpiastri
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by landonorris, oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, alex_albon, arthur_leclerc, maxverstappen, logansargeant and 1.3m others
yourusername pretty boyfriends and prettier helmets 😮‍💨😮‍💨
comments on this post has been limited
maxverstappen i swear they never can agree on the weather
↳ yourusername of course not! one is always too hot and one is always too cold
landonorris i feel like you're only dating us for the helmets
↳ oscarpiastri and the paddock passes ↳ yourusername 😮...what?
logansargeant y/n i got our drinks ready
↳ yourusername LETS GOOOO!!!
landonorris you know i didn't get a good luck kiss
↳ oscarpiastri i second this. how are we suppose to do good without our good luck kiss to start the race weekend? ↳ landonorris we can't ↳ yourusername oh you big babies, i'm coming!!
1K notes · View notes
clowns0up-felix · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ART DUMP!!
Most of these are old (like around a year),, I kinda forgot that my botw/totk zelda had freckles I should pick that up again..
And we’re already at 200 followers, I didn’t know growth on tumblr was this quick so I won’t point it out anymore, promised!
Also,,,, me jumpscare omg
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
witchywithwhiskey · 5 months ago
Text
for so long as you live
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
pairing: mafia!bucky barnes x female reader
summary: the fearsome boss of new york city's russian mob proves a point about who you belong to
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), very mild dubcon, intoxication, fingering (f receiving), public play, finger sucking, choking, breathplay, very mild blood kink, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (printsessa), very possessive bucky
word count: 2.0k
a/n: i wrote this for @the-slumberparty's emoji game using these: 🍕❤️🔥 i hope the plot twist in this actually works (idk if it counts as a PLOT twist but whatever). i just hope it's surprising but still makes sense!!! also all the russian words are from google translate so if any are wrong, let me know and i'll fix them (translations are down at the bottom because one is a spoiler!) anyway i hope y'all enjoy!!
Tumblr media
It was a warm summer night in New York City, the kind where even the breeze was pleasant enough that you didn’t resist when a balmy gust slipped beneath the hem of your short white dress and slid up your legs, tickling the soft skin of your thighs. 
Neither did you resist when the breeze was chased by the searching hand of Bucky Barnes, his fingers skimming up your smooth skin as he curled his body around yours in the back booth of the late night Brooklyn pizza parlor.
The front door of the shop was open, and all manner of drunken Brooklynites traipsed over the threshold, intent on ordering a greasy slice that would soak up some of the alcohol in their stomachs. The crowd was loud and rowdy and thankfully unobservant, because you were painfully aware that any one of them could very easily catch you with Bucky’s hand up your skirt. 
The back booth wasn’t nearly dark enough, nor secluded enough to hide you entirely from view, but the insistent desire and warming liquor pounding in your blood made it difficult to care. 
Bucky’s fingers slid another inch up your thigh, pressing between your soft curves until they found the wetness that had dripped from your folds and made a mess under your skirt. His rumbling chuckle felt like another warm, summer breeze, suffusing you in a heat that burned from the inside out. 
Your thighs fell open of their own accord, giving Bucky unfettered access to the place that ached for his touch, even as a protesting whine worked its way up your throat.
“Bucky…” you mewled, your reticence clear in your tone. Your fingers closed around the sinewy forearm that was disappearing up your skirt, intent on pulling him away from your soaking heat. Your nails dug into his golden skin when his other hand darted out and grabbed you by the throat. 
With his thumb pressed to the hinge of your jaw, he turned your face to him, a warning sparkling in his ice blue eyes. A thrum of fear and excitement churned low in your belly at the way Bucky was looking at you—like you were prey, and he was a predator who had already decided he was going to eat you for dinner.
“I hope you weren’t about to tell me not to touch this pussy, printsessa,” Bucky rumbled, his voice deep and low like an oncoming thunderstorm. His hand wedged between your thighs beneath your skirt, shoving your legs wider so that he could cup your bare heat in his palm. “I hope you haven’t forgotten who this cunt belongs to.” 
Your breath was coming in short, rabbity pants, your heart racing in your chest and your blood pounding in your veins like you were running for your life. But your mind knew what your body did not—it would be pointless to run from Bucky Barnes. 
The Zimniy Soldat was the most feared boss in the city’s Russian mafia, a fact you’d learned the hard way when your father had paid off his debts by giving you to Bucky. 
Bucky’s gaze bore into your own as he pushed two fingers into your tight channel, his eyes watching hungrily as your face went slack with pleasure. 
“I’ll touch you whenever I want,” he growled, dragging his fingers back and plunging them into you again slowly, his eyes never straying from your face. “I’ll fuck you whenever I want—where ever I want.” 
His other hand held you pinned to the leather booth by your throat, your body responding so eagerly to his touch that it felt like a betrayal. His thumb and forefinger pressed into the sides of your neck making your pussy spasm around his fingers. 
Your body proved Bucky’s point before he made it as he rumbled, “This cunt belongs to me, printsessa.” 
You hadn’t said a word since his name, but your slow submission was clear in every little movement of your body—your thighs spreading even wider for Bucky’s hand, your limbs loosening and melting into his hold, your lips falling open in a soundless moan as he fingerfucked you. Bucky owned you, and you both knew it. 
And he relished your submission, even if you hadn’t quite accepted his possession of you yet. But you would.
The victorious smile that curved Bucky’s mouth was sharp and dangerous as a knife. When he spoke, though, his voice was as warm as the balmy summer breeze. 
“Good girl,” he murmured, “give yourself to me.” The ice in his eyes was slowly but surely melting as he watched pleasure dance across your face, his smile widening into something hot and hungry. “This life of yours is mine now, printsessa, but if you’re a good girl for me, I can make sure it’s filled with pleasure and happiness,” he purred, his lips brushing against the apple of your cheek, their softness followed by the rough scrape of his scruff. 
Bucky slid a third finger into your tight hole, stretching you wider and making you bite your lip hard to prevent yourself from crying out in pain-edged pleasure. Your chest heaved with the effort to stay quiet and, unbidden, a tear slipped from the corner of your eye while blood pooled on your lip. 
But Bucky never stopped fucking you with his fingers, his hand working your body expertly as the soft, wet sounds of your obscenely sopping cunt reached your ears. Instead, the Zimniy Soldat kissed the tear from your cheek and licked the blood from your swollen lip, pulling back to stare into your eyes as he watched you come undone for him. 
“You are mine,” he said with a tone of finality, as if his statement was an incontrovertible fact. Any protest you might’ve had—though in truth, you didn’t have any left—died in your throat as he choked you harder, his fingers working your pussy faster, grinding the heel of his palm into your wet, puffy clit as he continued on, pushing you to the edge of your release. “Moya printsessa, moya zhena.” 
You felt Bucky’s ring—your husband’s ring—smooth and unyielding and warm from his skin, slip inside your cunt as he buried his fingers in your body. He rubbed your clit ruthlessly until he made you come right there in the back of the pizza parlor, not caring if anyone in the crowded shop could see it.
Your left hand, bedecked in a dazzling white sapphire ring and matching wedding band, wrapped around the back of Bucky’s neck, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to the most dangerous man in all of New York City while he made you come harder than you ever had before. Pleasure tore through your body as you held Bucky’s warm blue gaze, staring at the man who’d staked his claim on you.
The man you’d married only a few hours prior because it was the only way to settle your father’s debts.
“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Bucky growled, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm, his eyes watching you hungrily, greedily.
Already, you could read him well enough to know he was thinking about watching you come on his cock as he claimed you in the most base, primal way possible. Your pussy clenched harder on his fingers at the thought, your body aching for it even as you came.
“Come all over your husband’s fingers—see how good I can be to you when you obey me, printsessa.” 
Your teeth had sunk deep into your lower lip to quell any sounds of ecstasy, but the pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and you threw your head back. Your breathy cry was muffled by Bucky’s fingers choking your throat harder, which only wrung even more bliss out of your body as black crept into the edges of your vision. 
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your husband’s relentless touch dragging out your release until your strangled moans devolved into desperate whimpers. Tears gathered in your lashes, and your entire body trembled in the red leather booth at the back of the pizza parlor.
Only then did Bucky relent. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured before his lips slammed down on yours, his mouth claiming yours just as surely as his fingers had claimed your cunt. 
He swallowed the keening whine you let out when he pulled his fingers from your throbbing pussy, your body aching at the loss of him. But then he replaced his mouth with them, pushing his fingers between your lips so you could taste your release—the release he’d wrung so masterfully from your body.
“Clean up your mess, moya zhena,” Bucky rumbled, his eyes sparkling with depraved delight as you dutifully licked his fingers clean.
When he decided you were done, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let you collapse against his chest, your cheek pressed to his white cotton dress shirt—the one he’d worn to your wedding earlier that day. 
His jacket had been shed at some point during the party at one of his nightclubs—a club decorated in neon red hearts. Bucky had smirked in amusement when you’d pointed out the irony of celebrating your forced marriage in a place where the theme was love. 
That infuriating smirk had made you decide the best way to celebrate your sham nuptials was to drink and dance the night away. You’d spent your night trying not to notice how handsome the mob boss you’d married was, or how delicious he looked with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Or how a very small part of you enjoyed the way his eyes never strayed from you for long. 
It had been your idea to get some pizza after the club, a last ditch attempt to put off the wedding night you were certain Bucky expected. You kept telling yourself you didn’t want him to touch you, but the second his fingers had grazed your bare knee beneath the simple white dress you wore, tingles of pleasure going straight to your clit, you’d known it was no use pretending you didn’t want your new husband. 
When your father told you he’d arranged for you to marry the Zimniy Soldat in exchange for having his debts cleared, you never believed you could find anything to like about your mob boss husband. But Bucky had proven you very wrong in that back booth in the pizza parlor, and you were warming up to the idea of being Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.
“Tell me you’re mine, printsessa,” Bucky rumbled, drawing your thoughts back to the present moment. His lips pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head where it was tucked under his chin, and your heart flipped happily in your chest.
The words were no less a command for the warmth in his tone that he seemed to reserve for only you, his new wife. 
Perhaps it was because of the pleasure still thrumming through your body, or because you weren’t so convinced anymore that being married to the Zimniy Soldat would be a bad thing, but the words came much easier to your lips than you would’ve expected. 
“I’m yours, my husband.” 
A pleased sound rumbled in Bucky’s throat and you felt the way his heart beat harder in his chest with your cheek pressed to his sternum. You couldn’t help the small smile that curved your lips when Bucky threaded the fingers of his left hand through yours, your matching rings slotting next to each other and glittering beneath the yellow lights of the pizza parlor.
“You’ll be happy with me,” Bucky promised, the most recent of many vows he’d made to you that day. His words rang with determination and an emotion you’d never expected to hear from the mob boss—adoration. “So long as you always remember you belong to me, moya zhena.” 
A shiver of delight raced down your spine at his possessive words, finding yourself liking them much more than you would’ve thought. 
Something told you that you’d never forget you belonged to Bucky Barnes. Not at any point during the hopefully long and happy life you were going to live with him. You were his wife, and he was your husband, for so long as you both should live.
Tumblr media
translations:
printsessa/moya printsessa - princess/my princess
Zimniy Soldat - Winter Soldier
moya zhena - my wife
1K notes · View notes
navybrat817 · 4 months ago
Text
Out of My Head
Tumblr media
Pairing: Chubby Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky feels a bit insecure during a romantic evening and you do your best to get him out of his head.
Word Count: Over 2.6k
Warnings: Unprotected v. sex, dirty talk, possessiveness, a/b/o dynamics, insecurities, self-doubt, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes and he's crazy about you (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Beach Fun Nonsense! Hope you lovelies enjoy. @missvelvetsstuff, @honeyglee (chubby!Bucky), and @bucksbabee (rose petals) all requested for alpha!Bucky to Go for a Swim (smut) with prompt #27 and #32 in bold. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Tumblr media
Bucky wanted tonight to be romantic. Candles, rose petals, the works. Not for any sort of special occasion, but because his omega deserved only the best. Day in and day out. He hoped it was enough to make you feel loved and adored. It was a wonder that you were with an alpha like him.
If you looked inside his head, you’d tell him there was no reason for him to think he wasn't the perfect man for you. That he was a good partner and alpha. Had been from the start. That you loved him. And you did. You never once gave him a reason to doubt that.
If only he could push away the negative voice in his mind that seemed determined to bring him down tonight.
“Bucky?”
Tilting his head, everything around him became muted as he focused on you. Laying on your side with your naked body exposed to him, he watched the candlelight cast a glow upon your skin. Both of you lost your clothes earlier in the evening, content to lay beside each other for the time being. He wished some days that you didn't have to wear clothes at all. You and your body were made to be worshiped.
Unlike him.
Bucky almost covered himself up with the blanket. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but he was soft in places where he was once firm. While he had been on the thicker side for years, he now had some pudge to go along with it. Handsome or not, he just wasn't in the same shape he used to be when he was younger. What if one day you didn’t like that? What if you wanted someone different? Stronger?
Better?
“You're thinking too hard again,” you said, picking up one of the rose petals to brush across his forehead. He smiled when he realized you traced a heart. “I can feel it.”
He inhaled your scent to ground himself. Orange, cinnamon, honey. The aroma of you made his mouth water. It comforted him, too. He hadn't associated any kind of smell with a sense of home until you.
“I’m thinking about you.”
“Oh, yeah?” You smiled, nuzzling into your pillow more as you gazed at him. “What about me?”
“Just how amazing you are,” he answered.
When he looked into your eyes the first time, he expected to see his imperfections staring back at him like they had with so many others. But the way you looked at him with kindness, acceptance, and want, everything fell into place. Pieces of himself he didn’t know were missing found their way back to him and made him while again. His heart didn't stand a chance.
It belonged to you.
Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.
How is that possible? How does a goddess want me? What the hell is wrong with me tonight?
“You know you look at me some days like I'm not even real?” You asked, reaching over to run your fingers through his hair. He moaned and turned his head to nose along your wrist. He craved your touch and scent like nothing else. “Like you're in some sort of a dream and you're afraid you're going to wake up if you look away.”
“Because you’re everything I could ever want. You occupy every single thought in my head, and every single dream,” he whispered. Even his dreams couldn't come up with someone as amazing as you. “And maybe I am afraid that this isn't real.”
Your brows pinched. “Why is that?”
He leaned over to kiss your forehead, wanting to ease the worry from your face. “I’m not sure. You just seem too good to be true and it feels like I might wake up to find you gone. Or that one day…” He rested back, swallowing hard. “You’ll decide you just don't want me anymore.”
You whined, a distraught sound that broke his heart. He wanted to take back those words, but he didn’t want to hide his feelings no matter how much it hurt to talk about them. “Bucky, I’m not going anywhere.” You shook your head vehemently as you sat up. “And I want you. I always do. Why would you ever think I wouldn't want you?”
“Because look at me.” He waved his hand over his torso, averting his gaze as if to hide his vulnerability. “How can someone like you want someone like me?”
He wanted to take the words back the moment they left his mouth when another wounded whine spilled from your lips. You placed your hands on his cheeks and brought his gaze back to you. There was mist over your eyes like you were going to cry and he wanted to chase that look away. “How can I want you? Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How wonderful you are?” You kept a hand on his face as the other slid down to his neck. “Bucky, look at me, please.”
His eyes slowly opened. He hadn't realized he shut them. “Doll, I’m sorry. I-”
“You're perfect. Inside and out. And don't say you aren't because you're perfect to me.” There was a hint of a growl on your tone as your hand moved lower. Well, as much of a growl as an omega could muster. You defended him so fiercely. “No one takes care of me the way you do. No one loves me the way you do. I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to call you my mate.”
A strangle moan escaped when your hand brushed along his stomach. He never thought it would feel so sensitive, but no one else has really touched it since he got bigger. Except for you. “Omega.”
“You think you aren’t everything I want?” You tilted your head so he could see the mark he left. His chest swelled with pride. You never covered it up or put a collar over it, wanting everyone to see that you were claimed. He had a mark, too.
He was yours just as much as you were his.
“I know in my heart that you want me, I know that. I can feel that. But my head keeps reminding me tonight that I’m just bigger than I used to be and I have no idea why,” he said, shutting his eyes again. “It’s stupid.”
Why was his body such an issue this evening? This was supposed to be romantic, not a time to pick at his inner wounds. Maybe there was a reason he wasn't aware of. Maybe he needed to cut the wounds open so the warmth of your bond could slowly heal them.
“It isn’t stupid. Your feelings are never stupid, do you hear me? And you being bigger? Isn't that just more of you that I get to love?” There was no disgust or judgment as you rubbed his stomach again. Your sincerity almost made him choke up when he opened his eyes to gaze at you. “Bucky, believe me when I say that this isn’t a dream. This is real. I'm real and I love you. I’ll love you no matter what. That is never going to change.”
His chest rumbled at your declaration and he couldn't help but reach for you, needing to feel your body close. “I love you, too.”
He closed his eyes again when you pressed your lips to his. The bond crackled with your affection and care before his tongue slipped past your lips. The crackling intensified, your desire and need flowing into him like molten lava. It was going to burn him alive. He’d gladly perish that way.
Thank you. I love you. I’m sorry.
“Feel this,” you urged when you broke the kiss, putting his hand over your heart.
“Is that for me?” He asked as it raced under his touch.
“It’s only for you, Bucky,” you promised, slowly guiding his hand down your body. “Now feel this.”
You didn't stop until his hand rested between your thighs. “And that’s for me?” He growled as he touched your pussy, your slick coating his fingers.
You gasped and he half expected you to agree that it was, but you pulled away. He tried not to let his insecurities bubble back up and hoped his scent didn't change to something unpleasant. You assured him that he was perfect in your eyes. That you wanted him. And loved him. But it didn't mean you had to-
“It’s for you. Only you,” you said, turning toward the front of the bed to press your chest against it. “See, alpha?”
Bucky sat up as you raised your hips higher and presented yourself to him. He growled softly as he licked away the wetness from his fingers and eyed your twitching, slick-drenched hole. The blood that roared in his ears quickly rushed south and the beast inside snarled at the insecure voice to not say another word. You wanted him. Would always want him. You assured him of that with both your words and your body.
“Take a good look. It’s such a pretty hole for you to ruin. You want to ruin it, don't you? Ruin me?” You asked sweetly, briefly lifting your head to look over your shoulder. The blue around Bucky’s pupils shrank to a small ring, barely visible from how aroused he was at the sight of you. “Please, wreck me. Make me say your name.”
He had a hand wrapped around his cock, the alpha within him clawing to break through the surface. Biology would've screamed at any alpha to take you. Knot you. Breed you. But you didn’t want just any alpha. Wouldn't beg for just any alpha.
He was the alpha you chose.
“And you know that isn’t my instinct talking since I’m not in heat. This is me wanting you, Bucky Barnes,” you said as if you read his mind, snaking a hand between your legs. He almost wished you were on your back so he could play with your beautiful breasts, but he had all night to do so. “I’m so wet for you and so empty. I’m aching. You don’t even have to prep me. Just get in me. Take me.”
You gasped when he was suddenly behind you, his large body draped over yours. “That’s my pussy you're touching, omega,” he growled, pinning you down by the neck. “And I’m the only one getting you off tonight.”
“Yes, alpha,” you purred.
His belly rubbed against you as he raised your hips an inch higher and he tensed up only for a moment before he realized you pushed back against him, trying to take him in. He growled as he sat back and looked down at you, your body quivering from the low and feral sound. Deeply inhaling, he could taste your lust and love on his tongue from how strong it was. As much as he wanted to dive down and devour you, he needed to fill you up and leave his mark inside you once again.
“Not just gonna ruin you with my cock,” he said, brushing the thick head of his cock between your folds. “Gonna ruin you with my mouth after. Make your flood it with that sweet slick and drink it down ‘til you scream how much you love me.”
“Yes. Please, alpha. I want your cock. Your mouth. Anything,” you begged, keeping your head down when he folded over you again. You didn’t fear his size or weight crushing you. It excited you. He could smell it.
“You need me?” His lips brushed the shell of your ear. “Say my name.”
You whimpered when he pressed himself against your entrance. He tried to go slow since he hadn’t prepped you, but you could take him. “I need you. Only you, Bucky,” you sighed, trembling as he pushed in an inch more.
He gasped out your name, powerless to resist the pull as he sank as deep inside you as he could. His eyes fluttered when you clenched around him. Nothing felt as good as your slick cunt. Tight, but opened up for him so beautifully. And nothing else mattered or existed outside of you.
“Move, please. Don’t hold back,” you moaned.
Overwhelming pleasure flowed through him as his body blanketed yours. You embraced every part of him and he wanted to smother you with his scent. “Remember, omega, you begged for this.”
Whatever sense of control he had disappeared as he thrust, the slapping sound of skin on skin and his grunts a stark contrast to the romantic setting of the room. You couldn't push your hips back, but your pussy welcomed each movement as you cried out. Even with his vicious thrusts, it was somehow sensual when he nuzzled your neck.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Yours,” you moaned.
He hadn't known he said the words aloud, too lost in his primal haze. By the sounds of your moans and feel of your clenching walls, you were close already. It pleased him knowing how much he pleased you. He wanted to draw it out, make it last. He also wanted to bring you over the edge again and again.
“Does that feel good? You love getting fucked by your big, strong mate?” He grunted, heat pulsing through his veins.
“Yes. So strong,” you whimpered, reaching back to grip his hair. “So big.”
He groaned, raw pleasure bubbling through every part of his body. “Yeah, I'm big and you love it. And you love my cock ruining your pretty hole?”
“Yes, Bucky. I, hmm, love your cock.” You mewled when his teeth scraped along your skin. “Love you.”
He nosed along your neck again, slipping a hand beneath your body. “Then show my cock how much you love me,” he ordered, teasing your swollen clit. “Come all over it.”
You screamed his name as promised, slick gushing as you spasmed around him. He didn't stop, his hips snapping faster and harder as you shook through it. To feel you let go and hear those sounds of ecstasy as you rode out the waves was an honor. He needed to join you on the ride.
“Such a good omega. My omega. Gonna fill you up. So. Fucking. Good.” He growled the last word as he spilled inside you, panting with his release. The sensations blended with your earlier words, surrounding him in bliss. You were bliss.
Careful not to crush or jolt you, he rolled to his side and took you with him as he stayed nestled inside you. He murmured praise against your skin as you snuggled back against him. He didn't want to leave your body just yet. Not when you felt so good. Not when the terrible voice remained quiet.
About time you shut the fuck up and let me enjoy the evening with my mate.
“Better?” You breathed, looking over your shoulder with hopeful eyes.
Both of your hearts racing still, your purr mixed with his rumble, he wondered why he was so bothered before since his insecurities weren't a constant thing. Everyone had their off days though, including you. Sometimes for no concrete reason at all. That was life, but he couldn't ask for a better partner and mate to help him through the ups and downs, big or small.
“Much better. Thank you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours. “But one more thing.”
“Yeah?”
He wrapped his arm tighter around you and didn't flinch as his stomach pressed more against your back. “I love you, too.”
Always, my sweet omega.
And should you ever doubt his want or love for you, he’d be sure to assure you the way you did for him.
Tumblr media
Lovelies, I was TERRIFIED to post this, but I'm in love with them. Maybe we'll see them again? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi
937 notes · View notes
lights-out-away-we-go · 22 days ago
Link
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen
Max is a pilot in the US Navy. He is also an Alpha like most pilots are. His hatred for authority made him climb the ranks quickly. At the request of his supervisor, he is removed from his current mission and stationed at the ship Nimitz where he will be Commanding Officer for a strike fighter squadron. Omega Charles Leclerc joins the squadron. The atmosphere between the ship crew is toxic and the political situation is tense. Max desperately tries to not to let the situation slide out of control.
Or: Alpha Max and Omega Charles Military-Pilot AU
Tumblr media
18 notes · View notes
nell0-0 · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hyrule Warriors but instead of the lil' hero of time there's the hero shade :)
2K notes · View notes
linked-maze · 3 months ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
some LinkedMaze chapter 10 memes XD spoilers out of context if you may~
806 notes · View notes
embrosegraves · 5 months ago
Text
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕫
Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Monaco, Canada and Spain oh my! Oscar decides to continue his quest for world domination (claiming home races) and prove that he's the best boyfriend his ex ever lost.
Warnings: my usual warnings apply :P (for the love Nicole Piastri, please pretend oscar's wearing an rbr suit. i beg)
⋆Ember's Notes⋆ I will try my best to get each chapter out on the weekend of the last race mentioned in the chapter. For example, this is being posted in time for the Spanish GP, and the next should be out in time for Silverstone as that will be the last GP mentioned in the next chapter.
series masterlist | previous part | next part
Tumblr media
MonacoGP
instagram.com
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by oscarpiastri, misshoney.lemon and others
yn.horner He may be a silly goofy guy, but he's OUR silly goofy guy
tagged: misshoney.lemon
view all comments
user5987 he? HE?
user4351 she gets one dog and somehow also brings home a whole ass MAN -> misshoney.lemon uhhhh Mum says I'm much more than JUST a dog. -> user4351 misshoney.lemon you're so right, that's mb
user2457 mum? w-what happened to dad? -> yn.horner yeah so turns out I can't physically date/marry Javi Gutierrez -> pascalispunk not with that attitude😉
danielricciardo right. what's all this then -> yn.horner yeah nah nah yeah. Nah nah but yeah y'know yeah nah. -> danielricciardo 😨 -> yn.horner two can play that game mf
oscarpiastri how much did you freak out when Pedro commented -> yn.horner freak out? me? i didn't freak out. -> pascalispunk not even a lil bit? 😓😓 -> yn.horner skhdajdag okay maybe i DID freak out -> pascalispunk yay 😁 -> oscarpiastri 😆😆
imessage
Tumblr media
twitter.com
Tumblr media
instagram.com
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by scuderiaferrari, oscarpiastri and others
redbullracing Picture this: 1. admin's new fit (shoutout to thatcrochetgirl 😘) 2. oscar laid eyes on his one true love 3. max doesn't know how to look naturally cool 4. the hairpin of all hairpins 5. car. 6. that moment when u share a podium w/ ur new dad and his weird spanish sidechick (shoutout to scuderiaferrari for the pic, rbr admin didn't get any 😓)
tagged: oscarpiastri, maxverstappen1, charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari
view all comments
user5598 Admin really said "yeah oscar got 2nd at monaco, but look at my clothes" -> yn.horner the girlies that get, get it
scuderiaferrari We got you girl 😘🫶 -> redbullracing actually the loml -> scuderiaferrari 🤭🤭 -> oscarpiastri ayo? 🤔 -> maxverstappen1 ayo? 🤔 (x2) -> charles_leclerc ayo? 🤔 (x3) -> carlossainz55 ayo? 🤔 (x4) -> redbullracing look away
user5487 not the redbull and ferrari admins falling in love while their drivers are at each others throats -> redbullracing don't let your drivers stop you from finding the love of your life -> user6842 redbullracing periodt 💅💅
CanadaGP
instagram.com
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by yn.horner, nicolepiastri and others
oscarpiastri In between races 🤟
view all comments
user5827 Oscar soft launching before the mid season hit was definitely NOT on my bingo card -> user7593 but after the mid season was??? -> user5827 user7593 I had hope
yn.horner please tell me you're better at tennis than you were last year -> oscarpiastri yn.horner I'll have you know that my tennis skills have vastly improved 🙄🙄
danielricciardo her shoes look so painful 😬😬 -> oscarpiastri she has assured me they're a lot comfier than they look -> heidiberger where did she get them?? I need a pair rn -> oscarpiastri "I have an extra pair if she wants them." heidiberger -> heidiberger i love her
twitter.com
Tumblr media
imessage
Tumblr media
twitter.com
Tumblr media
SpainGP
imessage
Tumblr media
instagram.com
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
liked by fernandoalo_oficial, oscarpiastri and others
redbullracing is RBR making an instagram post of a twitter post? yes.
view all comments
oscarpisatri peak content really
user5987 RBR admin is iconic for this
maxverstappen1 "Flex on you with my youthful stride" 🤣���
twitter.com
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
only people oscarpiastri has mentioned can reply
imessage
Tumblr media
Tumblr media
putting the taglist back on the main posts lmao
TAGLIST (closed)((i really hope everyone actually gets tagged, i'm this 🤏close to just getting rid of the taglist all together 🙃🙃))
@barnestatic @fionaschicken @fanficweasley @sltwins @storminacloud @halleest @formulaal @ems-alexandra @iloveyou3000morgan @christianpulisic10 @fangirl-dot-com @nikfigueiredo @yourbane @purplephantomwolf @eternalharry @cherry-piee @starssfall @33-81 @jpg3 @marie0v @d3kstar @applopie @aquangxl @eugene-emt-roe @woozarts @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir @thatgirlthatreadswattpad @1-800-simpingcowbaby @marshmummy @landossainz @alwaysboredsworld @mellowarcadefun @dannyleclerc @lozzamez3 @spookystitchery @scarletwidow3000 @moldyshorts1997 @hiireadstuff @bearyyyy @evie-119 @hwalllllllelujah @nixily @generalnav @hdigditditdjgd @kqliie @lokideservesahug @littlegrapejuice @halfdeadsage @zzzhealy
746 notes · View notes
Text
Headspace Day & Hug a Drummer Day & International Face Your Fears Day & World Mental Health Day & US Naval Academy Day
Person A works with using rhythms/drum beats to get people into a trance like state that allows them to access and reprocess traumatic memories and ends up finding work near a naval base where the sailors tend to disappear randomly and return traumatized later. While working with these sailors, Person A keeps being told about a being that lures them out, and starts trying to find the source of this mass hallucination by hanging around the base. But when Person A comes face to face with the being, Person B, a siren, their mastery of rhythm ends up saving them from the same fate as the sailors, and they start to try to use their drumming ability to tame the being and stop it from hurting people without having to choose between it and the sailors.
3 notes · View notes