#OP 🥺🥺🥺 this is so stunning

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@teddybeartoji

idk how to bg anymore

[lawsvalentine]

Dating a Popstar S/O • OP Men HC •

(FLUFF/HUMOR)

Popstar!reader

Characters: Monster trio + Law

CW: none just cuteness and shits and giggles 😁

Cee’s Note: Got inspired from Film Red movie and now I can’t stop thinking about popstar!reader. I’m definitely gonna make a nsfw hc about it 🤭 anyways enjoy!

Luffy

If you’re writing lyrics, Luffy will insist you use ones he came up with

Let’s just say his choice in lyrics are….interesting

“No”

“C’monnnn y/n”

“No, Luffy”

“But, why-“

“I am not adding “and they’re morons” to my song” 🙄

Loves to help you rehearse your dance routine before a performance (sometimes chopper joins in as well)

I imagine it’s like this video of tom and zendaya dancing

Will interrupt your performance onstage for the most mundane things sgdhdj

“Y/NNNN! I’m hungry, how long til your concert is over?”

“LUFFY?!?! I’m in the middle of a performance! Get off the stage!!!

Zoro

He is literally your bodyguard and will not hesitate to slice someone if they try to grab you on stage

God help whoever decides to trash talk you or your music, they will be met with his blade 🤭

Puts up a front that he’s not into pop music but you swore you saw him bobbing his head to your songs one time shdhdj

“I saw you boppin your head” *smirks*

“NO! that was me…uh…nodding my head…to Usopp b-because he asked me a question”

“Yeah whateva” 🙄

Sanji

He is literally your biggest fan 🤭

Will literally be decked out in your merch, rockin a “I ❤️ Y/N” shirt

Mans nearly fainted when he first saw you perform on stage sghssj

Always actin a fool in the crowd with all his love outburst

“Y/N-SWANNNNNNN! YOU’RE SO GORGEOUS AND TALENTED!” *spins around with heart eyes*

Despite all your screaming adoring fans, he manages to be the loudest one in the crowd

Law

He will play it off like he’s unfazed by you being a popstar, especially if he’s dating you

But mans is lowkey a fanboy of you sghdjd

PLSS he will know all your songs 😭

He thinks you are the most talented person alive and mans is head over heals for you

He has a favorite song of yours that you didn’t know until he asked you to sing it for him one night

“You want me to sing-“

“Don’t make this a bigger deal than it is”

He’s so embarrassed but you think it’s adorable

He thinks you have the prettiest voice he’s ever heard 🥺

Shanks

Loves to show you off

Couldn’t be prouder to have the world’s biggest and most stunning popstar on his arm

Will do the absolute MOST with pda in front of paparazzi

“Shanks! Not in front of the cameras”

“Let em take pictures. Need the whole world to see you’re mine”

Will surprise you with post performance flowers

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (14) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n wait wait let him cook (imola)

masterlist | last part | part 14 | next part

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oscar piastri just posted to their story

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FOLLOW UP QUESTION, WHICH RACE ????

something about a formula 1 driver and a rockstar having like the most normal story of meeting is hilarious

"took me a while to actually start dating her" i'm deadddd, u pulled her in the end tho bro

best relationship on the grid, i would die for them

didn't win the race but won her number, u have ur priorities straight

y'all gas her up too much it's not like she's that big a deal 💀 ↳ she's at least ten times more famous let's be fr for a sec, most of the world doesn't know what f1 is but they've probably heard one of lina's songs on the radio

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r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 1 mo. ago Lina x Oscar Timeline [read new comments]

fantstic013 · 12 hr. ago reviving this post bc of oscar's tiktok; they met at a race, which race??? when did lina attend a race?? whatthekermitdid · 11 hr. ago her f1 race debut (her words, not mine) was literally suzuka last month so i'm just as confused niaphilia283 · 11 hr. ago she might have done it behind the public's back. i think we all know that lina is only seen when she wants to be seen; we basically only saw her at scheduled events for the entirety of 2020-2023 like where was she even? what was she doing?

luckyluna9364 OP · 3 hr. ago ppl out there scrambling wondering which race but it has to at least be from the 2023 season bc i bet my whole life savings that their talking period was like 3 months so the new proposed meeting is like... abu dhabi grand prix (at the very least) which was back in december 2023

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emme @flowersforcami · 4h still not over last night's show... the shit was phenomenal, it the cherry on top ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 4h i don't think we acknowledge how masochistic t*mmy must be to follow lina around europe and enduring those 2 hour shows where almost every song is the biggest middle finger to your existance; personally, if a song like aconite was written about me, i'd just never show my face again

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 5h oscar's story??? sir are you talking about the actual view or the stunning woman on the balcony?? it's important that i know

president linami @ linaminami · 6h 24 days since lina's posted on any of her socials... i can't believe i miss her unserious ass so much 🥲

oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 33m "oscar could do so much better" respectfully how do you get better than selina fucking bui? ↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 33m "he should be with someone like him" she's australian, she's born in 2001, she's got cat energy, she loves sleeping and chocolate, she's slightly unhinged, she's known as a prodigy in her field, she keeps down low and most importantly, she's hot as shit, what more do you want

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h he called her his lucky charm 🥺 i love them so much 😭 ↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h wait lina?? where's this from?? i have terrible signal and no videos are loading ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h it's from a video of them entering the paddock, someone asked him what's its like to have her at a race again and he grinned and said she's his lucky charm ↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h WAIT NO THEY'RE SO CUTE I CAN'T

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from the phone of oscar piastri

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oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 4h WE'RE SO BACKKKKK

↳ piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 4h that lucky charm must be working 👀

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 34m OSCAR PIASTRI P2 START YES YES YES

oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 21m oh he was not kidding when he said she was his lucky charm ↳ oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 20m i'll have whatever he's having bc he was like a cat on steroids

jess @OPIXSTRI · 28m we were so close to a maiden pole why is it always a fucking haas ruining everything

Jonny @EB_jonno · 32m @ OscarPiastri Mega quali mate, way to absolutely send it (don't give Lina too much credit)

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oscarpiastri Autodromo Enzo e Dino Ferrari di Imola

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oscarpiastri Well, it was fun while it lasted 😂

opeightyone Time to have better fun tomorrow then

cameliazzz i bet she found it hilarious ↳ oscarpiastri @ cameliazzz She found the timing hilarious, she was pretty upset it happened

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pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 3h oscar piastri is now incredibly familiar with the rear wing of that ferrari it's just a shame it's the hideous hp logo

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 3h LANDO??? LANDO OML U ARE SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h i mourn the mclaren double podium we could've had... ↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 2h what matters most is that oscar finished ahead of sainz, i'm a happy woman

ZG24 future WDC · @zhoupdates · 21m the most iconic cousins are having dinner together in imola after the race

tagged: 周冠宇 | Zhou Guanyu 🇨🇳 and lina !!! ↳ clara @ zgy24 · 5m oscar finally let lina out of his sight this weekend?

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri En route to Florence (got really sidetracked)

amelia_belrose who gave them the right to be so cute?

pi4str1 the anticipated road trip happened 🥺 ↳ linasgirl4 @pi4str1 from a mention in a rolling stones interview to reality, they did it guys 🫶

opeightyone Nice quick break before the double header

siera_mblanc he's never looked so boyfriend before this is insane, the girlfriend effect is slowly kicking in

TWITTER

pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h something real funny about oscar driving down to florence with lina to spend a day or two before having to helicopter over to monaco by wednesday for the mclaren senna tribute livery/monaco gp promotions like 😭 OSCAR, BREATHE A LITTLE ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 2h idk how u think this is lina hate, it's just me pointing out that oscar had found a gap in his schedule and immediately went: i'm spending as much time as physically possible with my girlfriend before they forcibly drag me to monaco

Oscar Piastri @ OscarPiastri · 4h Searching my family tree to find any trace of Monégasque roots ↳ Charles Leclerc @Charles_Leclerc · 1h I can adopt you if needed ↳ Jonny @EB_Jonny · 13m did we just become in-laws to the leclercs???

piaa⁸¹ @papayaeightyone · 1h oscar piastri-leclerc 😭

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee @urfavsgf @eiaaasamantha @sp1rl @destinyg237 @iloveyou3000morgan

[helpallthenamesaretaken]

pretty pleeeease tell me more about this and your ideas for a pjo show directed by you? 🥺💚💚

of courseee thanks for asking! most of the points were covered in OP's post but your ask has given me an opportunity to think more about it and expand it more so thanks again!!

(disclaimer: this is really long and I also wanted to say pjotv is a really good piece of cinema even though rick had no experience in film at all and if anyone doesn't agree about anything, don't be mean about it!!)

I mourned the breaking of the fourth wall in pjotv. when rick mentioned that the writing team were thinking of new ways to show percy's internal narration, I expected a LOT of fourth wall breaking. here is a few low effort doodles on how fourth wall breaking could work because I don't have coherent thoughts on describing it in words

When it comes to animation, ugh there are so much things I could say. imagine the funky expressions. Imagine the potential for it to look stunning like the animation for arcane and into the spiderverse. imagine the awards it could get for best animation.

Or i really really LOVE those little animations within live action like how the autumn leaves fly around Nick and charlie in heartstopper and it'd be really cute in pjo with,,like blue hearts from percy and grey hearts from annabeth ugh <3

I'm sure lot of people wouldn't agree but I felt there was wayy less of platonic percabeth in pjo tv s1. a lot of it was deep like all the sacrifices and all the romantic stares which everyone keeps making edits of and whatever. but there was no chance to show their proper development as friends. so in my pjotv there's mostly only platonic percabeth with the little sprinkle of hints of having a crush like how it is in the book.

There's full room for the show makers to do this in the coming seasons, but I love the idea of the characters starting out with a light palette (pale blues/greens for percy, for example) and then getting progressively darker and darker in colour (blacks/dark blues) throughout the seasons, because I love a good story told through fashion <3

No other changes to the plot except extra scenes for character development (sally/Poseidon/lil percy flashbacks), new character nuances (medusa/annabeth parallels aka the most genius thing to come out of pjotv).

speaking on the humour, I would trash seriousness and just give pjo lot of the elements of a sitcom. like you know how sometimes in between sitcoms they have little interviews where they reflect on what they're doing like

this also helps the internal narration aspect. bonus points if rick is the off screen interviewer

of course if it was animated, walker and leah could voice act, but it'd be weird for a black girl to voice a blonde white girl. but i really do love mixed canon annabeth and percy so the animated version of them would be annabeth with tinted blonde hair and well if you really like blonde percy we can have his blonde roots showing BUT ONLY IF WALKER AND LEAH ARE VOICE ACTING

THEME SONG!!! a banger with a silly montage that will send nostalgic memories rushing through your brain and make you sing along even after 10 years because ITS SUCH A CORE MEMORY

I don't know if you know the tlt musical but I would definitely make the campfire song from that as the pjotv campfire song and little good kid instrumentals here and there

also I forgot to mention you're the screenwriter because I really liked your screenplay that you posted

if you read this till the end, finley, honestly???congratulations!!

[zerosuitsammi3]

So, I don’t mean to sound offensive so I hope it doesn’t come across that way, but do you still have a penis or have you had an op? You are absolutely STUNNING by the way and I’m more than a little jealous 🥺💖

I'm rocking that girl meat 😎 but to fully answer your question no I haven't had any surgeries. Just HRT.

[brandwhorestarscream]

For your TFA OP is Megatron's child, what does he do when he realizes? Does he tell anyone, does he deny it? Does he go and hide from the world for a while? Or does he pretend not to see the resemblance and start "tracing" what happened to "the sparkling" (it'll give him more time)? Or is it more like he does several of these?

He's in a state of shock at first. He doesn't believe it, this can't be true! He- His first memories are of waking up with his batchmates when he was first brought online as a protoform, this is impossible! He was constructed cold, just as everyone was, he- he isn't... he's not a...

But the evidence is right there in front of him. He quietly shuts off the datapad and deletes his trail of research. This can't be happening! He leaves early that day, hurrying home to his apartment and locking the doors + windows. His servos are shaking and by the time he realizes it, he barely has time to plop down into a chair before a full blown wave of panic crashes over his body. His vents spin out of control as he struggles to cool his rapidly heating frame, optics taken over by tinnitus as he curls into himself.

He was so little when they took him, sparklinghood amnesia took care of most of the pesky memories, and he had a memory blocker installed. But now that he knows, the old software does little good, and there's already cracks starting to leak through the blockade. It's like a dam has suddenly broken in his mind and he's assaulted by an ocean of memories.

Suddenly 🥺 he remembers the warmth of his carrier's love. Remembers a huge, gentle hand on his face, a voice speaking in a language that's now extinct on modern day Cybertron, calling him a name that's achingly familiar. He remembers being held close and warm to a giant spark, pulsing so intensely he could feel it thrumming through his whole body, washing him with waves of endless love and affection. He remembers... strange people, suddenly storming into the mineshaft where his mother worked. He remembers stun batons and electric prods and screaming, so much screaming. Remembers seeing blood spill as his mother tore someone's helm clean off their body, roaring at them to get their hands off his sparkling. He remembers being grabbed and thrown into a cage of some sort, a turbohound kennel for transport, crying and holding the bars, rattling them with his tiny chubby hands and braying hysterically for his mother. He remembers seeing his carrier fall, stunned unconscious, and being hauled away despite his pleas.

He remembers all of this while his body is in the clutches of an intense panic attack, the memories overwhelming and threatening to consume him. He lays there in the dark of his apartment, all lights off and curled up in the corner as if he could hide from the war going on inside his helm, crying brokenly into his arms. His spark aches in his chassis, throbbing as it expands and contracts in a desperate bid for another. How long has it been? When did that happen? When did they take him? Why did they take him? If he's not cold constructed why did they pretend he was, why put him in boot camp and make him an autobot prime? Questions swirl around his mind faster than even Blurr could speak, and he's honestly not surprised when he suddenly crashes

Optimus wakes up on the floor of his apartment hours later, in the dead of night, when everything is still and silent and so, so dark. Sitting there staring at the ceiling, he can feel panic already gnawing on him again, but he stubbornly tries to push it away. He needs to figure out what to do.

[silly-sirenz]

I saw my friend do this so I was wondering if I could get matched with a Hazbin Hotel character too 🥺

• My pronouns are she/her

• I am straight

• I’d say I can be sort of shy with groups of people, but once I’m in a one-on-one conversation with someone I am fun and energetic. I always try to make people laugh, and I always have a lot going on in my mind, so I tend to talk a lot. I also get very anxious, so I tend to overthink things a lot and I often ask for reassurance that I’m not being annoying and stuff. I am also protective of the people I care about. Overall I just love to have a fun time and make people happy 👍

• I. LOVE. MUSIC!! As in I am constantly singing all the time. There’s a song stuck in my head? I am belting it out loud when I’m by myself. In public I will just hum it though. I also play the violin 🎻. I am also a HUGE anime nerd, it’s like the only thing I watch. I am a purple belt in judo (a martial art, like Ju Jitsu). I love reading as well, I have so many books it’s basically a collection at this point.

• I am a Virgo

• I love puns hehe

Thank you so much!!!! 🩷🩵

Thank you for asking . I might have got a bit carried away with this one, but i hope you enjoy 🖤

I would match you up with...

🐤LUCIFER🐤

● The Hotel can get quite overwhelming at times. So often, you will spend your evenings playing violin by the balcony.

● It's a way for you to de-stress from the crowds of loud personalities downstairs, and you find it rather relaxing until one night where you catch a snake moving towards you from out of the corner of you eye.

"Not bad, kid."

● You shriek and jump back, causing him to chuckle.

● Lucifer didn't realise that there was another violinist in the hotel, and he asks to listen to you play some more.

●Nervously, you oblige. Not wanting to mess up in front of the King of Hell.

●However, as he listens, you notice a relaxed smile upon his face. He seems to be enjoying it, even though in your opinion you're far from perfect.

●He sees that you're still overthinking and proposes an idea.

"It's been too long since I've had a violin playing companion. Why don't you come over to the Palace every now and then? I'd love to tutor you."

● And so over the next few weeks, you play together and occasionally sing as well in the Palace library. It's huge and quiet and has all the music you could possibly need. He even lets you borrow books and sheet music between visits.

● It's nice spending one on one time with Lucifer. You can really discuss your shared passions with a lot of excitement, and he has no problem matching your enthusiastic energy.

●And sometimes (as long as you don't have any other plans, obviously), he lets you stay around longer to share some tea and freshly made royal pastries.

● The formalities drop between you, and you become close friends, who giggle at inside jokes and stolen glances.

● A few months later, he is helping you learn a very complex Paganini piece. However, the more you practice, the harder it seems to become.

● You groan with frustration.

● He asks you to put down your instrument and then takes a hold of your hands.

"I think I know what the problem is."

"Oh?"

You find yourself subconsciously stepping closer as his thumbs stroke over your knuckles.

"There's too much..." he tries to find the right word, "tension."

With uncharacteristic timidity, you look up, meeting his unwavering gaze.

"Is there anything we can do?" You ask, in a hushed tone, feeling a new sensation of the temperature rising.

Inching closer, he suggests, "Perhaps..."

● He jumps back when he is interrupted by a servant bursting into the room. There's an urgent meeting he has to attend.

● He sighs, almost turning back to say something to you. But he decides against it, storming off and leaving you in stunned silence.

● You lie on your bed back in the Hotel that night, replaying the events of the afternoon in your head, overthinking into oblivion. Perhaps it was guilt? Perhaps excitement? Maybe you had made the whole thing up.

●You jump when there's a knock at your window. Lucifer has turned himself into a bird and he taps once more on the glass with his beak.

●He reverts into his more familiar humanoid form once inside and after a moment of silence he begins to apologise for his behaviour that afternoon. The lack of boundaries, the rudeness of his departure.

●You are glad to accept his apology and forgive everything until he says,

"I don't think you should come back to the Palace anymore. It's nothing against you, I promise. I'm just too... tempted. And I dont know how you feel, but it wouldn't be right to jeopardise our friendship like that. I hope you understand -"

● Something hits you then. You stride over to him and take his uncertain face in you hands. You kiss him passionately, waiting for him to pull you closer before moving back, whispering against his lips.

"Next time you're not sure," you breathe, "just ask."

"Okay." He smiles before dipping you down, causing you to gasp.

"Now my love, let's try this again..."

● He is ever the gentleman in your relationship. Always polite, suave and loving.

●He's your biggest cheerleader, supporting your interests, admiring your physical strength and mental resilience.

●He often creates trinkets for you. Sometimes jewellery, sometimes little ornamental pairs of ducks...

●He's even written a song for you to boost you up on those days when you're not feeling your best and you need reassurance.

● Your senses of humour only grow as the relationship does, and you often leave little notes with puns on for each other to find.

●Eventually, when Charlie finds one of these notes, she is overjoyed. It's been a while since she's seen her dad so happy, and now that she finally knows why, she is eager to welcome you into her family dynamic with open arms.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@kissxcore

Better Times

Chat I fumbled on twitter and posted the version without the dappled light... (IT LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER WITH IT) I don't know what to do now cause it has gotten nice comments, I don't want to delete it

[a-driftamongopenstars]

Duuuuuude, what about Halsin for the character ask ?

thank you dude, happily answering!!

Character Ask

favorite thing about them

I have so many favourite things about Halsin, it's hard to pick one! I think his genuine kindness is just my favourite though. He's just plain and simple a Good Person in a very warm and pleasant way.

least favorite thing about them

That he joins you fully only about halfway through the second act, but I understand why 😂 I just wish I could have him in my party sooner!

favorite line

The way he says "my heart" 🥺 Also that line when Tav congratulates him on a good decision made and he politely but firmly tells them he's thankful but he doesn't need their approval. That's some badass boundary building 💪

brOTP

I think Halsin and Karlach! Their banter is really nice, and they kinda feel like they mesh together in a fun way!

OTP

Tav and Halsin, of course 🥰

nOTP

Probably none!

random headcanon

I like to imagine that his druid tattoo is not restricted to his face and goes all over his body! A small headcanon but it's a nice idea.

unpopular opinion

I think his traumatic past has been handled in the game pretty well. I know it's a semi controversial topic 😅 and I like it that Larian didn't "wash" it to make it more palatable.

song i associate with them

Don't really have one right now!

favorite picture of them

That stunning art with him eating honey. Op absolutely understood the assignment 😳

[oceandiagonale]

Take these pictures of my dog 

these came before oc sunday but this is the best OC, absolutely amazing, stunning, never before done, the most original creature of all time 😭😭😭

(op your dog is so cute 🥺🥺🥺)

[moonchild-in-blue]

Little bit of classical music that remind me of youuu 💐

I kept this for a little bit because I needed to hear the full thing properly 🥺

Trust me, if I were any better at playing, I would've recorded a little snippet for you 🧡 Alas, I'm not at that level yet - ask me again in a year and we'll see how it goes ✨🎻

This is such a beautiful piece Mel 💙 Dvořák was incredible, I'm quite fond of his work.

Let me share something with you too! It's contemporary, but so so so beautiful. Probably my favourite piece of him - this version in particular is STUNNING.

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

Something that made you cry this year?

I really didn’t cry much! :0 I can think of three and only three different points throughout the year, and that’s it!!

I cried because of a Ghostbur scene :’) The one and only time I have cried over DSMP or Ghostbur. It was during Doomsay (which, Pinestripe, I’m not sure if you know about or not? If you’re curious just let me know and I’d be happy to explain :D) and there’s a specific scene where Phil and Ghostbur have a deeply emotional conversation. I’d only ever watched Ghostbur’s POV of this convo, so seeing Phil’s POV (I was watching Phil’s stream) was… a lot. His facial expressions, his gestures, and just hearing Ghostbur’s heartbroken voice on the other end. It made me really sad and really angry, because Phil was not treating Ghostbur the best :/

I was definitely not expecting to cry though ajsgajsgjagsjsg one moment I was laying on my bed in stunned silence, the next there were tears alsgajsgajgssjg

Talk about a new friend you made this year

OOH WAIT I THINK I MAY HAVE TOLD YOU ABOUT THIS GUY A LITTLE BIT? MAYBE?? A WHILE AGO?? Not completely sure, but I kinda feel like I’ve mentioned him to you :0

Anyways, he’s a guy from my co-op that I’d been wanting to be friends with for a very long time—a year-ish. He’s such a lovely man, with a very unique + endearing personality, and he loves poetry and he’s an amazing writer and he’s sweet and he’s nice and he’s not annoying or immature like a lot of boys his age, and overall he’s just… a very cool, very genuine, very fun guy :)

I kinda wasn’t expecting to become friends with him, because we didn’t interact much last year and also had our own little friend circles that didn’t overlap much.

BUT!!! THIS YEAR!!! WE’VE ACTUALLY HUNG OUT A BIT!!! WE’VE HAD CONVERSATIONS!!! WE’VE TEXTED!!! WE’VE SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!!! WE’VE BEEN EATING LUNCH TOGETHER, ALONG WITH MORE FRIENDS, FOR MOST OF THE SCHOOL YEAR!!! IT’S BEEN FREAKING AMAZING!!!

And he’s so so sweet :’D He called me m’lady once and madam another time, and there was a time where I couldn’t eat a dessert because it contained gluten and he turned to me with such a sad expression and asked if I’d feel better if he didn’t eat the food either 🥺 LIKE. MY GOSHDARNED HEART! HE IS SO NICE LIKE WHAT THE HECK!!

What’re you excited about for next year?

Hopefully finding a job! With all the moves and craziness of the past two years, I haven’t really been able to even think about it, but things are calmer now and I really do want one :) The only issue is figuring out what kind of job…

But yeah, I’m genuinely excited for it!!

[sanjithesimp]

also im adding this because omg this was also very cute

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @dollsuguru @lxnarphase @mossmurdock @13curses @sugulani @hayakawalove

never uploaded these sketches on here, so have some suguboo ♥

[yeyinde]

Can we have sub!Soap 🥺 please. Like he kindly let's her have control for one night and he fuckin loves it. Maybe she ties his hands and makes him beg to let him touch her while she rides his face or something (,: I think he would be so good at begging

hiya, op! so sorry this took so long!!

Sub!Soap was such a delight—thank you so much for this! 🫣

warnings: Sub!Soap; begging; face-sitting/face-riding—f!receiving; female!reader; female gendered anatomy; femdom; unfettered filth; Johnny is stupid for you

"Y'have no idea what y'do t'me, hen—"

His words are barely coherent when he slurs them out, breath humid and heavy on your neck. The hot, wet press of his tongue follows, laving across your pulse point. It's the flash of teeth against your skin that has you tipping your head back in pleasure. 

"Johnny," you murmur his name softly, words swallowed by the sound on the television—Everton versus the Celtics, or so he told you when you stumbled home that evening, exhausted from work. It's lost in the grainy static of cheers, and the booming voices of the commentators. 

He's incorrigible tonight—grasping at you with feverish hands as he tugs your trousers down, pawing at your flesh. 

There is a desperation in the way that he moves, so different from his usual teasing demeanour. A roughness in how he handles you, touches you. It sits low in your belly until you're burning from the fervid hands that roam your body until not an inch has been left untouched, until his fingerprints are a mosaic on your flesh. 

"Please, hen—," he murmurs into your sternum, hair tickling your nose. "I just need it—need it so bad—"

The taste of whiskey on his tongue is sharp when you lean down, moulding your lips to his. 

Johnny's kisses are always so needy. So intense. He kisses you deeply, thoroughly, as if he can't get enough of the taste, and doesn't stop until you're pushing at his chest, gasping for air. 

There is something in the way he aches for you tonight that simmers inside your veins. A liquid spume of rich confidence: the illicit tang of conquest. 

It's almost like an out-of-body experience when you thread your fingers through his hair—longer now that he's on leave—and pulls. He groans against your bottom lip, deep and heavy; the noise vibrating through your chest. It's—

Addicting.

Your fingers tighten until a fistful of his brown locks is sat in your palm. Another tug, and he whimpers. 

"Fuck, hen—," he pants, hands clenched around your waist. "That feels so fuckin' good—"

"Yeah?" You purr, thick with coquettish mirth; a slurry of want and power. "You gonna be a good boy for me, then?"

"Jesus Christ—"

Your words seemed to have stunned him. He's malleable, pliant, when you push him down on the couch. Eyes wide, hungry; his mouth red from your teeth—Johnny looks like he was made to be beneath you. 

"I wanna tie you up, Johnny." You whisper to him, tongue rolling over your upper lip. He shudders under you, head tips back as he groans again. "Make you beg for it."

"Ah, fuck—" his hips jerk, nearly toppling you off. His hands snap up, grasping your waist. An apology spills from his lips. "You cannae say shite like that t'me."

The broken end of a giggle tips out when his accent thickens. “Oh no?” 

He groans, shoulders tensing when your hands fall to his chest. “Jesus—”

"Want me to ride you?" You murmur, cocking your head at him. "You can't touch me, though."

His tongue flicks out over his bottom lip, eyes cresting with want. "Aye," he rasps, swallowing thickly. "But—I want to taste you, hen." 

Your breath catches, words barely a whisper. "Oh, yeah? You want me to—"

"Sit on my face, bonnie. I want to taste your cunt."

His words bludgeon through you; molten need pools in your lower belly. You shiver.

"That what you want? Want me to ride your face? Get you all messy—"

His hips twitch again. You can feel the swell of his cock against your ass. 

"C'mon, hen, please—"

His hands are burning when he grabs your waist, helping you move over him. It's liquid with Johnny—years of practice in the SAS make him agile, and strong: you can feel it in his hands when he takes hold of you. 

There is something magnetic about a man who surrenders himself to you wholly despite the clear distinction in power. 

Balanced over him like this, staring into those hazy eyes, it's almost intoxicating, more so than the half-drunk cup of whiskey and coke made you feel. The surge of it through your veins makes you dizzy. Delirious with it, really. 

"Johnny," you breathe, heart thrumming when he immediately looks up, responding instantly to you. "You're not allowed to touch me, love. I want your hands—," you grasp his wrist, sliding them down until his palms rest flat on your thighs; "—right here. Don't move."

The command slips with an ease that makes his eyes flutter, a soft groan rolling out of his throat. "Fuck, hen—just gimme it, please—"

Like most things with Johnny, it—this— started out as a joke. 

A friend's wedding in Aberdeen. A few drinks. He kept talking, teasing. His hand was heavy on your thigh, hidden from view of everyone. Glass of scotch in hand, eyes azure in the coruscating lights hanging from the beams above, you could taste the anticipation in the air when he dipped his finger between your legs, hiking the hem of your dress up. 

He leaned down. The scent of sin on his breath. "Be good for me, dove. No one'll notice." 

In response, you'd clamped your thighs tight together, trapping his wandering hands. Smile taut, eyes sharp, you purred: if you don't stop it, Johnny, I'm gonna have to punish you, love.

His hand twitched. 

"Yeah?" His voice was lower, breathier than you'd ever heard him speak. "How so? What'll y'do to me—"

Your eyes cut across the table. No one was watching. No one noticed this moment. But his words were liquid in your ear. 

"I'll have to tie those wandering hands up, won't I?" 

He spilt his drink on the table when he set the glass down. 

Johnny looked back at you, and you knew this wasn't over. You should have known then that trouble was simmering in the hazel eyes. 

And now—

"Yeah, bonnie," he breathes against your cunt when your fingers thread through his hair, giving a sharp tug. "Just like that." 

Johnny isn't the type of man to be incredibly dominant in the bedroom. There is an ebb and flow. He gives just as much as he takes, and so long as he has you writhing around, and desperate for him, he's a happy man. 

This, however, is new. Uncharted territory. 

"Are you sure, Johnny?"

His eyes are molten. "Fuck, hen. You have no idea."

There is a pinch in your muscles from holding yourself above him like this, barely an inch away from that devious mouth, but still. You hold it. Swallow it down. You want him to beg.

"Is that how you ask for it, Johnny?" You coo, tightening your grip on his hair. "Mind your manners, baby. I know you can do better than that."

Your words make his eyes roll. Milky whites flood his lower lids as he tips his chin back, a ragged whine spilling out. "Steamin' fucking Jesus, hen—," he chokes, hands squeezing the meat of your thighs. 

It's a parody of what he once whispered into your ear, fingers buried in your cunt. 

Mind yer manners, hen. 

Words tumble out in a gruff litany, too fast and slurred for you to keep up with. 

"Come on, now—" a sharp pull makes him croak. "Don't you want me to ride your face, Johnny?"

"Please, hen, fuck—! I need your cunt. I need it bad—"

It's rucked: gathered at the base of his throat where it sits, heavy and syrupy thick. The timbre, the desperation, the quiver in his voice makes you whimper, your core tightening with want. You need his mouth on you, need something to stem the ache inside of you. 

You almost give in, almost drop your drenched pussy to his lips, but you don't. You can't. 

He can do better than that. 

"Johnny," you tut, rolling your hips over his mouth. Just a tease. Just a brush. His hands tighten, trying to pull you closer. "Stop."

He freezes immediately. 

You're sure this isn't what the SAS meant when they said they'd train him to be perfectly disciplined and obey commands in an instant, but you can't help sending a small bout of gratitude to the heavens for that. Your perfect soldier. 

(Somewhere in the great yonder, you can only assume his superior officer is cursing your name.)

"If you don't behave, Johnny, I won't let you touch me at all. I'll make you keep your hands over your head." 

"No, no, no—," it's out before you even finish. "I'll be good, hen, I'll be so fuckin' good fer ya."

"Then prove it."

His hands spasm over your flesh, and then go still. The steadying breath he takes rolls over you, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep from whining. 

This man will ruin you. 

His eyes are wide and saturated in desire. Like a good soldier, he waits for his command. 

Fuck—

(That is, of course, if you don't ruin him first.)

"Do you want to taste me, baby? Want my pussy on your mouth?"

He nods, eager and frenzied. "Fuck, yes, yes, yes—please, bonnie, I need it so fuckin' bad—"

"I'm going to give you a taste, love." You murmur, hand slipping down until you're cupping the back scruff of his mohawk in your palm. Another fistful. His lashes flutter. "But you better make it good, yeah? Or I'll make you sit there and watch as I get myself off instead."

"Fuckin'—Christ —!"

His hips jerk again. Eyes whiting out. 

It's the way his forehead crumples at the image conjured, eyes squeezing shut, that makes you whimper. His body trembles under you, coiled tight; muscles pull together in an effort to keep himself from moving. To obey your command. 

Your breath knots in your lungs, core throbbing at the sight of him so needy for it, so lost in the hazy thought of watching you fuck your cunt, play with your clit, and not letting him do a damned thing at all, makes your spine tingle. Makes goosebumps erupt over your flesh. 

(Something, then, to try later.)

Your voice is already wrecked—low, breathy. It's a sultry roll of want, eager and desperate. "Ready, love?"

His only response is a deep groan, another pitch of his hips. Johnny's eyes slide open. Molten gold gazing at you. 

"Please, hen, please—"

The first desperate swipe of his molten tongue delving between your folds has you shuddering from the intense pleasure that roils inside of your core. It's good. So fucking good. 

Johnny eats your cunt like he'll never have it again. Like it's something to be savoured. A delicate treat, an expensive wine. Slow and sweet, dragging it out until you have tears running in rivets down your raw cheeks, throat hoarse from begging him for so long. It's tender, almost. Barely a graze. A whisper of his tongue. He pants against your cunt, blowing softly at your clit until you're tugging at his hair for respite. 

Discipline, you think, watching the way his eyes roll when he finally gets his fill of you. Mouth devouring you whole. He's controlled in his movements despite the obvious strain in the way he rolls his tongue over you, but the agony leaks out in the pinch of his fingers, the shudders wracking through his body. The jerks of his hips. His mouth works seamlessly, but his eyes encapsulate the neediness brimming inside of him. 

It's palpable when he nudges his nose against your mound, breath harsh and heavy when it comes out. Heaving gasps and gusts of air as if he was drowning, and struggling to stay afloat. 

Maybe, he is. 

But it's—

Not good enough. 

You want to break him. Shatter that self-control until it fragments between your thighs. Until he's whining into your cunt, begging for reprieve. 

Your head tips back, hips rolling over his mouth. The stubble on his chin and cheeks scratch the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, but the burn feels good. You want him to mark you. Love it when he rubs himself over your skin until you're raw from it. 

"Johnny," you whimper, his name a hymnal on your tongue. "Stop—"

It's a nearly maddening sense of torture when he grunts against your pussy, curses spilling from his mouth. But he listens. 

Your good soldier. Your obedient man—

"Fuck," he slurs, the word bitten and doused in anger, frustration. "Come on, hen, I need your cunt. I need my mouth on your pussy. You want it, I know you fuckin' do, so why're ya—"

"Johnny—" his name is sharp. He stills immediately. You pull his head up, pressing yourself against his mouth. "You need to learn when to shut up."

His eyes flash. A challenge brims in those molasses depths. Sticky, thick, and now bubbling with ire. You've angered him. 

Johnny always gets what he wants. Always. And now—

It's euphoric. The absolute unfettered debauchery that spools inside of your head is enough to make you shudder. To have a man whose strength could easily knock you aside and take what he wanted without it even being a fight reduced to smouldering vexation over not getting to taste your cunt is a rush, it's a high you could fall into. He's docile beneath you. Listening to every word you say. But his eyes—

A shaky smile splits across your face. "You want it, babe? Want my pussy?"

"Yes," he hisses, brows furrowing tight together. There is aching desperation in his eyes. A plea. "I need it, hen. I want your pretty pussy on my face. I want you to ride me until you cum on my tongue. I need you, pretty thing. I need it—"

"Be a good boy, then, and prove it to me."

He doesn't hesitate. His tongue slips over you, eyes dropping when he finally has your taste back in his mouth. He moans when you sink down, when your hand lifts, pinching your nipple as he delves inside your core. 

His control breaks when you grind your cunt over him. Hands tighten, fingers digging into your flesh, and then he shatters. His mouth is liquid when it seals over you, tongue laving against your clit, eyes rolling back into his head. Johnny moans again; the low groans spilling from deep within his chest. 

It's sloppy. All of that curated control obliterating in his ire, his neediness to have you. To make you cum. 

Make it good, you'd said. 

The challenge in his eyes reared. I fuckin' intend to.

(Johnny is such a good boy when he breaks.)

[naavispider]

Omg that ask about Quaritch stealing Spider says at the end was so angsty I love it 😫 could we perhaps have a continuation? Perhaps Spider’s reaction to waking up at the RDA base after they patch him up?

Or maybe Quaritch’s POV? What went down in his head while his son desperately tried to escape him? 🥺😭

Spider opened his eyes. It took him a whole minute to work out where he was, and what had happened.

He remembered being dragged across the rough tarmac of the base at Bridgehead, then the harsh prick of a needle in his neck. He remembered passing out, even as tears continued to steam up the inside of his mask. He remembered Quaritch’s shouts of anger, but that was it.

He sat up slowly, his head pounding and his throat dry. He raised a hand to the side of his head to feel a rough bandage pressed against the wound there. He tried to remember how he got it, but even that evaded him.

If he was at Bridgehead, did that mean Janine had applied it? He hoped to Eywa it did. Would he get to see her?

It dawned on him slowly that he had bigger questions than these. What would happen to him now? He had sabotaged an entire Cet-Ops ship - the SeaDragon now lay at the bottom of the ocean because of him, probably along with a number of bodies.

Quaritch had also fucked up. Jake was still alive. Spider had been so close to freedom.

And then he’d decided to fucking save the man. And now he was here. Trapped, alone, a prisoner once more. It was his own fault.

What would the RDA do with him now? It could not be good. He suspected that Quaritch wouldn’t be able to save him from this one - if he was even still alive. Who knew, he’d probably been court-marshalled by now.

The hiss of the doors siding open brought him abruptly out of his thoughts. He scrambled back in a weak attempt to delay the inevitable as at least 5 humans came in with stun guns raised and ready. They swarmed towards him, overpowering him easily before taking him away. He didn’t bother screaming. He knew it would be no use. He knew where they were taking him.

A machine of steel and lights and sound. This was it. He was to be thrown to the wolves again. He said nothing, letting the marines cart him away, accepting his fate and praying to Eywa he could be as strong as he was 8 months ago.