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Is it bad to say I have a crush on adult showrunner morty...?

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Wanna Bet?

Happiest of birthdays to my wonderful, fantastic gf @hangsters! For my very favourite person, I tried to write their very favourite thing which is some soft hangsters so the rest of you let to hopefully enjoy this proposal fic too! Love you baba 💙💙💙

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Jake Seresin knows how lucky he is. And he doesn't just mean that he hasn't died in a fiery plane crash yet.

He knows he's lucky to be standing here, after such a rough childhood and such a fight to get where he is. He knows he's lucky to have his wings. He knows he's lucky to have the Daggers, to have his family, to have the Admiral and the Captain. And he knows he's damn lucky to have Bradley and their daughter.

But there's still something left that Bradley can give him.

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The word ‘home’ had always given Jake Seresin a headache. 

Hearing it had always made him feel like he was looking at a magic eye picture, surrounded by people who were nodding along while he gave himself a migraine trying and failing to squint just right and see what they all saw. Or a word from another language jutting up like an uneven paving stone, tripping him when everyone else seemed to understand. A word that set a small storm raging inside his stomach, that raised the wary little hairs on the back of his neck. 

Jake understood it as he got older, not that it brought him any kind of comfort. It just made him feel lonely, to realize that the idea of home wasn’t something you were only supposed to half believe in, like heaven or Santa. That a home was just another thing he lacked, another thing he had to hide, another way he wasn’t built right. The place people pointed to and told him was home, he would nod along and agree, all the while counting down the days until he could leave. Jake had told himself he’d find where home actually was and hoped to hell they’d at least call him the right name. 

He’d found something close to it in the Navy, in the wings pinned to his chest and a patch that proudly declared Lt. Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin. Maybe home was in the sky somewhere, where he at least felt like he was in control, where he was the best of the best and always ready to prove it. But even in the Navy, people would ask about home. They’d ask Jake where he came from, they’d ask about Texas, they’d ask about his family, like everything here was temporary and there was supposed to be somewhere else to tether himself to. And the headache would come back. 

Then he’d thought maybe his home was Bradley Bradshaw. If he didn’t have a place to anchor himself to, maybe he needed a person. Someone who seemed to find everything funny, who was always saying everything was going to be okay. Someone who was soft and warm, who listened to him when he spoke about all his missing pieces because he had pieces missing too. For a little while, Jake had dared to hope. 

And then it had all fallen apart. He’d just stopped looking, after that. 

But as Jake Seresin leaned against the wall of The Hard Deck, lazily twirling the same pool cue he always used, so often that it probably had slight indentations of his finger prints, listening to his daughter squeal with laughter as her Pops threw her up in the air and caught her, a thought occurred to him. 

The word hadn’t hurt in quite a while. Maybe home had found him, rather than the other way around. 

“You going to take your shot, babe, or are you just gonna stand there and let me win? I mean it saves you the trouble of lifting your arms, I get it…”

Jake left his thoughts behind and smirked at Bradley standing at the end of the table expectantly, “You wish, Bradshaw. I was just making sure your Uncle Mav isn’t about to drop our daughter over there.”

Bradley followed his gaze, to where Maverick was making airplane noises as he set little Poppy on his shoulders and did laps of the bar, his sunglasses sitting crookedly on her face as she giggled. 

He grinned, “Ah, Uncle Tom’s watching them. He’s on it.”

The admiral was sitting at the bar, half in conversation with Penny, half watching his husband and granddaughter with a kind of fond wariness Jake often saw on Iceman’s face when he looked at Maverick. 

“Hey,” Bradley sauntered over, perching on the edge of the pool table, eyes shining mischievously.

“Hey,” Jake willingly shifted his attention to his boyfriend, “Don’t worry about me, I can beat you with half my brain somewhere else.” 

“You seem pretty confident about that,” he shot his eyebrows up in theatrical surprise, “Very unlike you, Hangman.”

Jake gave a bark of laughter, the kind only Bradley could really pull out of him when he was trying to be cool, cracking the snarky armor he wore for everyone else. Because this was a Bradley he could trust, this was a Bradley who made sure that only laughter came up through those cracks. Jake would say he didn’t recognise this Bradley, after how tangled and messy and painful everything had gotten the first time around, but that wasn’t quite true. This was the Bradley he’d known, the Bradley he’d fallen for. He just didn’t have that fear anymore. 

“What can I say, Rooster,” Jake shrugged, hip checking Bradley off the corner to the table so he could line up his shot, “Night after night of whooping your ass at pool, I’m starting to believe in myself.”

“Enough to make a bet?” 

Jake cocked an eyebrow up at him. Bradley wanting to make a bet on anything, darts or pool or beer pong, usually ended with sex. Which was more than alright in Jake’s book, if they could convince Ice and Mav to take Poppy for the night. Never a tricky thing to do, especially if it was Ice you asked. 

So he smirked and gave the barest flick of his wrist, sending the balls clacking and rattling, sinking two of his balls in one effortless move. 

“Y’know…a bet sounds fun,” he grinned, winking at Bradley as he straightened up. 

Bradley sniffed, “I can’t tell if you’re trying to intimidate me or turn me on…because both are working.” 

Jake snorted, going to snag his beer from the top of the jukebox, leaning against it so he had a good view of the way Bradley’s khakis stretched over his ass when he bent to take his shot, “Thanks…what’s the stakes then? What are you looking to lose?”

Bradley missed the pocket by an inch, wincing, “Fuck…okay, if I win…it’s the backseat of the Bronco.”

Jake rolled his eyes fondly, “Course it is, that’s what you always pick. What do I get if I win?”

Bradley turned, a mischievous glint in his eye, “Not telling. You have to win to find out.”

Jake hesitated at that, narrowing his eyes. He searched Bradley’s face for any sign that he was being set up here, that this was going to end up being like the bets he made with his sister, Sofia Mitchell, ones that had ended with Bradley getting his legs waxed on their bathroom floor or Sofia having to spend a day with a Sharpie version of Bradley’s mustache. Actually, it was mostly Bradley who had to do the ridiculous forfeits, despite the fact that most bets were his idea. 

Jake’s thoughts must have shown on his face because Bradley laughed, holding up his hands, “It’s nothing bad, I swear. It’s not even dumb!”

“By whose metric?” Jake could feel his mouth pulling into a smile, the kind of smile that would definitely show Bradley he’d won. 

“I ran it by plenty of people. Sensible people! Uncle Tom, Nat, even Coyote said it was a good idea.”

Jake tilted his head, “Alright then, Bradshaw, you’re on. The Bronco’s suspension will live another day.”

“Nothing wrong with my baby’s suspension…” Bradley muttered, ducking out of the way obediently, retreating to where his beer was resting on top of the jukebox. 

“Yeah, I’m sure Poppy’s suspension is fine,” Jake approached the table, leaning down with renewed focus now this was a competition, grinning smugly when he sank another two balls. 

After that, it could have been any other night at The Hard Deck. That sounded dismissive but Jake couldn’t put into words how comforting it was, being here in amongst the bubble of noise, the voices and the music and the clinking of glasses. He’d always felt safe here, surrounded by walls of other people’s lives. He loved the smell of the old wood, the clinking of the glasses up ahead, the way the music out of the jukebox always crackled ever so slightly. Everyone wore the same uniform or had a set hanging in their closet. Everyone spoke the same language. The Hard Deck was everything Jake had hoped the navy would be. 

It was better with more of the Daggers than they’d been able to get together for months. Fitting friendships around deployment schedules was a headache they all knew well but it seemed like the stars had aligned tonight. Phoenix and Bob were facing off against Payback and Fanboy at the dart board, Coyote was taking bets from the other Daggers on which team would win. Just like the first night they’d all been called up to Top Gun, circumstance drawing them all back into the same place, laughing like they were still those kids who thought they had nothing left to learn. 

And it was better with the two guys he was getting comfortable thinking of as Uncle Tom and Uncle Mav- although he still called them Admiral and Captain to their faces, just to see them smile. With them and with Sofia, who was over with the Daggers viciously cheerleading for Bob and Phoenix, Jake had learned what family was supposed to feel like. He remembered how to be called ‘son’ by someone without flinching, he remembered how to be a big brother, stretching muscles he’d feared had atrophied.  

And it was even better with his daughter, now sitting up on the bar and swinging her legs, probably talking Ice’s ear off about the bug she’d seen in the garden that morning. He listened with a patient smile, one hand ready to flash out and catch the cup of juice she was holding, the one that was creeping over into a tipping position as Poppy’s attention wandered. Leaning against the bar, Maverick listened too, stroking those bronzy curls that came straight from Bradley. 

Jake felt a tightness in his chest but a welcome one, like an embrace. After he’d spent his childhood so lost and isolated, his daughter was surrounded by people who loved her. It was just true, a fact like it could have been printed in the manual of his plane. Poppy Bradshaw was never going to wonder what home meant. 

He’d been on leave for the last week, being run ragged by his little girl and her endless supply of energy. But now he was getting a break, a reminder of what his life had been like before her, all he wanted was for Poppy to run over to him and ask to get up on his shoulders again. 

In fact, it was strange that she wasn’t doing that. Jake would have expected her to have squirmed under Ice and Mav’s radar by now, to be standing on her tiptoes and peering over the edge of the pool table, demanding to play too. But she was still sitting up on the bar, now telling Penny all about the bug too, surprisingly patient. Perhaps even more surprisingly, Maverick was being patient too. 

It was almost as if they were waiting for something. Jake frowned, the instincts he’d carefully honed to a sharpened point over years as a pilot starting to buzz. 

“Jake? Come on, you’re not even watching me embarrass myself,” Bradley sighed as the ball he struck completely failed to roll into the pocket. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll catch the next one,” Jake said airily, telling himself he was being stupid and paranoid. He didn’t have anything to worry about. 

After all, it was clear Bradley was putting up a fight, for all his self deprecating jokes. They’d been together- for the second time- for three years now and they still didn’t go easy on each other when it came to anything even remotely competitive. In fact it had gotten worse, they still had a week left on their ban from the dartboard over in the corner. They even managed to make the karaoke machine a sport on some nights. 

So the game quickly took them over. Jake just let himself have fun, crowing shamelessly when his shots landed, teasing Bradley as he tried to focus, somehow making flirting an essential strategy. Jake remembered when his venom had been a defense mechanism, a way to push people back and take control of how they felt about him. But now it was just fun, playful, easy, all snapping teeth and pinching Bradley’s ass when he bent over, a game where they both could be winners. Now, this was just what being in love looked like. Bradley hadn’t asked him to change who he was to love him, he’d just done it. 

Jake completely forgot about the little warning alarm his instincts had set off. Which he’d feel a little stupid about when he thought about it later because he really should have noticed that the Hard Deck crowd seemed to be taking a bit of an unwarranted interest in their game. That Ice, Maverick and Poppy took a seat at a table close by, watching them like hawks. That the Daggers had abandoned the darts game midway through and were leaning against the walls. That for a moment, even Penny and Jimmy stopped serving, coming out from behind the bar to watch.

And that Sofia slipped off to punch in some numbers on the jukebox that, if he’d been paying attention, Jake would have recognised. 

It was a hard won battle but finally, Jake sank the nine ball with a trick shot he felt should go in some kind of hall of fame. 

“And that's how you do it, Bradshaw!” he whooped, twirling the cue in triumph, bowing exaggeratedly at the cheers and applause his victory received. Slow Ride even kicked in just at the right moment, it couldn’t have been more perfect if he planned it. 

Behind him, Bradley chuckled ruefully, “Well…guess I should be lucky you love me for other reasons, huh?”

“Damn straight cos it aint your pool skills, son,” Jake cackled, going over to reward himself with the rest of his beer, which he’d pretty much left forgotten on a table as he’d focused on the game, “Let’s have that mystery prize, then. It better be good…”

“I sure hope so,” Bradley’s voice sounded strange all of a sudden, like he was struggling to get his words out, “Turn around and you can have it, Hangman.”

Maybe it was that voice. Maybe it was the fact that, apart from the perfectly timed song, things had gone oddly quiet. Maybe it was the fact that he’d just realized that only Admiral Kazansky’s influence could get everyone in the same room at the same time. But for whatever reason that little alarm started buzzing again, adrenaline shooting through Jake’s veins. 

And he immediately made his peace with it. Jake wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. 

The moment was designed to be perfect and it was. Bradley was on one knee, his smile holding all the hope in the world, that belief that things would be okay, the one he’d lost the first time Jake met him. The ring in his hand was a navy ring, undoubtedly, but an older one, one that could only be Bradley’s father’s. If Jake had held out any hope of keeping his eyes dry, it went then. 

“What do you say, Jake?” Bradley’s own eyes were damp, his smile crooked. 

“Fuck yes,” Jake laughed helplessly, seizing Bradley’s lapels, dragging him up to kiss him hard. Unapologetic, unashamed, unafraid. 

The bar erupted around them, they had moments before they were tackled to the ground by Maverick first, then Sofia, then Poppy. But even when they did, the same word would be thumping behind his heartbeat, on his lips, running in currents down his nerves. It would stay there long after they’d been pulled to their feet, after they’d danced and drank and partied the rest of that night away, even after they’d said their vows or in all the years they’d get after. Jake Seresin wasn’t ever going to lose that word again. 

Home.

[underestimated-heroine]

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Stranded

request: Finally putting a request in lol! I got this idea from this tv I watched. So can I request Peter and his siblings are in a plane which crashes on a deserted island with few other people. Peter gets close with this girl and they both secretly do it! But Peter has a gf back home that he wants to break up with and Lucy finds out and shames both Peter and the girl until Peter explains he doesn’t want his gf back home he also angers the girl. But they later get back together and are still on the island.

warning: smut below the cut

The black soon turned to a blinding white causing me to squint.  “She’s up!  Peter, she’s up!”  As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I slowly got up only to feel a hand rest on my back to steady me.

“Be careful,” a voice said.  The voice sounded like what a warm cup of hot chocolate felt like.  It was smooth, warming my body from the harsh wind.  I looked around to see a blond boy at my side, his face etched with concern.  A young girl was at my other side, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her wide eyes studying me.  The boy spoke again, my mind comprehending his British accent this time.  “Do you know your name?”

“(Y/n),” I said, only half interested in the conversation.  My eyes wandered past the two people by my side to see pieces of metal scattered around the beach. 

“I’m Peter,” he said slowly as if talking to a child.  “The airplane we were on had crashed onto an island.  Are you hurt?  Can you walk?” 

“I think so.”  I slowly got to my feet, Peter helping to keep me steady.  “Where is everyone else?”  The two stayed silent for a moment.  The girl looked to the ground as if avoiding eye contact with me.

“Not many people made it,” Peter said as we approached a small group of people.  There were two more people around my age, a boy and a girl.  Also in the group seemed to be a family consisting of a mom, dad, and little girl.  An elderly couple stood next to them.  The girl locked eyes with Peter before turning her gaze to me, a small smile forming on her lips.

“I was worried you were going to sleep forever,” the girl said as she met us halfway.  “I’m Susan, Peter’s sister.”

“And I’m Edmund, their brother,” the boy who had been with the crowd said.  I slightly jumped, having not noticed the boy making his way towards us.

“And I’m Lucy,” the girl who had been with me when I had awoken said.  “I’m the youngest.”

“Is that all that survived?” I asked, my voice low as I gestured to the small group of people who had started to make conversation with each other.

“I’m afraid so,” Susan frowned.  “Here, let me introduce you to them.”

The next few days, I helped set up a camp.  Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy had found themselves in leadership over the rest of us.  It was a peculiar thing to watch.  Even the adults found themselves following what they said, nobody daring to question their authority.  An aura seemed to surround them as if they had been Kings and Queens of a prosperous nation once in their lifetimes.

“(Y/n), could you help me?” Peter called out.  I turned to see he was carrying stacks of wood.  I rushed over to him, quickly taking a few logs from his arms.  “Thanks.”  

“You do realize you can make more than one trip, right?”  He chuckled.

“But then I wouldn’t be able to show off my strength.”

“You mean the same strength that required my help?”

“Ouch,” he replied, causing both of us to laugh.  I set the wood down next to Susan who had already started to make a fire.  As Peter and I stood next to each other, our fingers brushed.  I couldn’t help but feel my face warm at the contact causing me to turn away to hide it.  Surely someone as handsome as Peter had a girl back home waiting for him.  

“Thanks,” Susan said as she grabbed some of the wood to feed the fire that had started to grow.  “Edmund and Alex should be back from their hunt soon.  And then we can eat.” 

The dinner that night was wonderful.  Edmund and Alex had gotten lucky hunting and we ended up having a surplus amount of food for the night.  As people started to trickle into their small shelters we had made, sleep starting to pull at their eyelids after the large feast we had enjoyed, I stayed behind.  I fell onto my back in the soft sand, looking up at the glimmering stars above.  

“The night sky is quite beautiful, isn’t it,” a voice said.  I started, raising my head to see who had spoken.  My body relaxed as my eyes fell upon Peter.  “May I join?”   I nodded and he sat next to me.  We sat in comfortable silence, Peter looking out at the sea.  I tried to join him in watching the sea but my eyes couldn’t help wandering to the boy sitting next to me on the beach.

“Do you think we’ll be found?” he asked, turning to look at me.  I would have been embarrassed for being caught watching him if the look in his eyes hadn’t surprised me.  Written into his blue irises was pure, unadulterated fear.  

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.

“I promised mother that I would keep them safe,” Peter said softly, looking down at the sand between us.  “What if I fail?”

“You won’t,” I said, the sureness in my voice surprising even me.  “You have done an amazing job taking care of everyone here.  Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Thank you.”  I inhaled sharply as Peter took my hands in his.  “That means everything to me.”  He pulled my hands towards his mouth before gently pressing his lips to my knuckles.  He looked up at me momentarily, the light of the moon illuminating half of his face and leaving the other half in the shadows.  He slowly let go of my hands before starting to get up.  “Good night (y/n).  I shall see you tomorrow.”  I watched in awe as he turned around and made his way back to his makeshift tent.

I fell backward into the sand, my eyes studying the millions of stars above me.  Not only did he look like a prince, but he acted like one too.  And as I fell asleep, with the sound of the ocean’s waves crashing into the shore, I imagined Peter and I dancing together.  Me a princess and him a prince.

The next day, I couldn’t help but notice Peter continually watching me.  As I played with Lucy and the little girl Mary, I could feel his eyes on my back.  As I helped Susan cook breakfast, my face burned as Peter stood just out of view, talking to his brother but watching me.  It wasn’t until noon when he finally addressed me.  “(Y/n), would you follow me?  I would like to show you something.”

“Of course,” I replied, hoping the excitement in my voice wasn’t too noticeable.  He smiled before grabbing my hand and leading me into the thick woods.  We were almost running as he dragged me through foliage and under trees until we reached a clearing.  He looked back at me, the smile on his face still there, before pulling me forward.  I gasped at the sight before me.  The roar of a waterfall could be heard, the water spraying my face.  The waterfall emptied into a small lake, the water crystal clear.  It was absolutely gorgeous.  

“This isn’t even the best part,” Peter said.  Before I could ask what he meant, he jumped into the lake causing me to shriek as he splashed me with water.

“Peter!” I exclaimed causing him to laugh.  

“Come on in (y/n)!”

“I don’t know if I should trust you.”

“Of course you should trust me.”  He swam to the edge of the lake, outstretching his arms.  I crept closer to the edge, allowing him to wrap his arms around my waist before pulling me in.  I gasped as the cold water wrapped around me.  “Don’t worry, we won’t be in here for long.”  I gave him a questioning look leading him to start to swim away.  I followed until we were at the waterfall.  He started to swim around it and I followed.  A small cave was revealed to be sitting behind the waterfall.  I watched as Peter pulled himself up before turning around to help me.

“All of that just to get into a cave?” I questioned, my wet clothes sticking to my body.  The only thing that swim was worth was to see Peter’s full form, his clothes sticking to his body just as mine was, leaving very little to the imagination.  

“Kiss me,” Peter said.  Although the words were demanding, his voice was soft.  I stood frozen for a moment, unsure of how to react.  I shook off the shock before stepping closer to him and kissing him.  His warm lips felt nice after being surrounded by the cold water.  Peter’s hands desperately clung to my body, tracing my curves.  I allowed my hands to wander his body as well, feeling his chest before discovering his shoulders and then finally making a home around his neck.  

He pulled away before allowing his lips to discover more of me.  I let my head roll back as he kissed down my neck.  I had dreamt of this for so long and now that it was finally happening I felt as if I were in a daze.  “Peter,” I quietly moaned as his lips traveled lower.  He had now lowered himself to his knees, his face level with my clothed sex and his arms wrapped around my hips.

“Let me worship you, my Queen,” he said, looking up at me.  My heart raced at his words and I frantically nodded.

“Yes,” I gasped, struggling to speak as Peter tore off my pants, my underwear soon following.  He pushed my legs apart, his mouth almost immediately finding my clit.  My head fell back, bumping into the stone cave wall.  His hands gripped either thigh as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud.  “Peter,” I moaned, unable to say anything else.  My hands ran through his hair, his eyes watching my every movement.  His tongue had started to add more pressure and I could feel the pleasure growing.  

I moaned his name over and over as I felt myself come undone, my back arched as Peter’s tongue wrote the spell needed to make me finish.  My knees buckled, Peter’s hands now the only thing keeping me up as I let out one last moan.  He slowed down his motions before stopping altogether.  He pulled away, gently letting go of my legs which felt like jelly after the intense orgasm.

He got up, almost immediately meeting my lips with his.  I could taste myself on him causing me to let out a low moan at the reminder of the sinful act that had just been committed.  My hands traveled to his pants, frantically unbuttoning them.  Peter assisted me and soon, I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh.  

“Jump,” he commanded.  I obeyed, Peter catching me and wrapping my legs around his waist.  His lips played with my neck, the cave wall scratching my back as one of his fingers toyed with my sensitive clit.  “Ready?”  I nodded, not trusting my words.  I let out a gasp as he pushed into me.  I heard him let out a low groan, his face buried into my neck.  His hands were holding me up as he started to move.

We weren’t worried about keeping quiet, both because we were deep in the words and because the roaring waterfall would drown out any noise we made.  My body moved up and down with his thrusts, though I knew it would be moving even more if it weren’t for Peter’s hands holding me in place.  Each thrust Peter made was strong and consistent, making me a moaning mess.  We messily kissed each other, desperate to be connected in every possible way.  I experimentally squeezed around him causing him to moan loudly.  

“Fuck (y/n),” he gasped.  

“Pete, I’m so close,” I moaned, my head leaning against the wall as Peter’s face rested in the crook of my neck, placing butterfly kisses on the exposed skin.  My moans jumped an octave as I felt the first wave of pleasure crash over me.  My entire body shook and at that moment, I was very grateful for Peter’s arms holding me up.  

I didn’t have much time to relish in my orgasm as Peter let me down onto the ground.  I immediately knew what to do, as if we had done this before.  I took him in my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t reach.  His moans had become louder, his hands pushing me to take as much as I could while he chased his orgasm.  Soon enough, I felt his cum shoot down my throat.  I swallowed the bitter liquid as Peter’s moans softened.  

I pulled away, wiping off the saliva that had started to dribble down my chin.  I stood up only to be immediately pulled into Peter’s arms, his lips kissing mine gently.  I let out a small sigh as I kissed him back.  

Peter and I spent the next few weeks sneaking off to the waterfall at night.  While the night was surely filled with lustful kisses and sensual touches, it was also filled with cuddles and conversation  Peter told me all about his home and I told him of mine.  We would sometimes talk about the future, imagining our lives off of the island.  

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping.  “Fuck,” I said, shooting up.  I turned to Peter whose chest I had been laying on.  He was still fast asleep.  I shook him awake, causing him to grumble about needing only five more minutes.  “Pete, we fell asleep,” I said.  His eyes shot open as he rushed to get up.  I grabbed his hand as we both rushed from the cave and hoped that everyone was still asleep.

Luck seemed to be against us that day as we saw Lucy sitting on the beach, facing the woods.  “Shit,” Peter said under his breath.  

“Maybe she didn’t notice we were gone,” I whispered.

“You can stop hiding,” Lucy said loudly.  I guess not.  We both walked out of the woods like two teenagers caught making love in a car.  “Are you going to tell me where you two were?”

“We were just…” I trailed off, trying to think of a lie.

“It’s not what it looks like Lu,” Peter said.

“Really?  I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other.  Not to mention this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed your disappearance.”  We both looked at the ground in shame.  “I can’t believe you could do this to Emily, Peter.”  I curiously turned to Peter.

“Emily?  Who’s Emily?” I questioned.  Peter looked at me, a look of horror on his face.

“She’s nobody.”

“Is that what you call your girlfriend?” Lucy asked, her arms crossed.

“Lucy, I’ve been wanting to call it off with Emily for weeks.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

“Yeah Peter, why haven’t you?” I asked.  I could feel tears starting to form in my eyes.  

“(Y/n),” Peter started, his voice soft.

“Don’t talk to me,” I said, my voice breaking.  “Please.  I just,” I paused, feeling my throat start to get tight.  “I need time alone.”  I turned away from Peter and Lucy, quickly making my way into the woods.  How could I have been so stupid?  Of course, Peter had a girlfriend.  I was just someone he could fuck around with until we got rescued and then he would leave me for Emily.  All those conversations we had about the future were just lies he had told so that he could get into my pants.  I felt like a fool as I sunk to the ground, the first of many tears falling down my cheek.

For the next week, I avoided Peter like the plague.  In fact, I avoided everyone.  Susan seemed concerned at my lack of conversation.  I wanted to tell her everything that had happened but I already knew she would be upset with me.  I emerged from the greenery of the forest to find myself back at the waterfall.  I felt my chest get heavy as I thought of all the times Peter and I had spent here.  I sat in front of the lake, staring at the water deep in thought.

“(Y/n)?”  I didn’t turn around.

“Go away, Peter.”

“I know I don’t deserve it but please allow me a moment to explain myself.  If you don’t find it satisfactory, I won’t ever bother you again.”  I quickly wiped the tears that had fallen down my face.

“Fine.”  I felt him sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry.”

“Is that all?”

“No.”  We sat in silence for a moment.  I could feel my breath quicken at the closeness of our bodies.  “Emily and I had only been dating for a few months.  At first, I thought that we were going to be a perfect match.  Only, I was wrong.  We apparently had nothing in common.  Not a single thing.  I was planning on ending things with her once I had gotten off the plane.  The only reason I hadn’t ended things sooner was that I was in New York and she was in London.  I wanted to do it in person.”

“What we had,” I started.

“Is real.  What we have is real (y/n).  When I’m with you, all my worries disappear.  You remind me that life is supposed to be enjoyable.  You remind me of a time where I had been a king.”  I turned to him curiously.  “When I had something I loved with all my heart and would happily die for her safety.  And if I could, I would break up with Emily right here, right now.  Unfortunately, I don’t think the island has the best service.”  I let out a small chuckle despite my desire to keep an angry face.  “I’m sorry (y/n),” he said, his tone now serious.  He took my hands in his, just as he had that night on the beach.  “Please, give me another chance.  I promise I won’t hold any more secrets.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.  “No more secrets.”  He leaned in, our lips meeting for the first time in days.  Pure joy flooded my brain, my body thankful for the drug that had been taken from it.  He pulled away, his blue eyes looking into mine.  “If we’re no longer keeping secrets,” he said, his voice a bit lower than before.  “I must tell you something.”

“Of course,” I said, more interested than worried.

“It’s a long tale so you may want to get comfortable.  It’s a story of a world dear to my heart.  A world called Narnia.”

[asexual-bard]

None of y'all will care but my gf really wanted me to try writing something, so now I'm gonna use an idea I had a while back. If anyone actually reads this sorry for how bad it's gonna be lol

This is dedicated to - uh - her, I guess? Idk I'm not putting your real name out there @yamaguchis-soggy-fry

- *transition*-

There is a certain romance attached to death. Something about it is compelling to me in a way I cannot understand. We look up to those who die valiantly, heros willing to give it all to defeat their foes or protect those who they love. And others, well, they die in vain. Pointlessly, pathetically, depressingly meaningless deaths bring a different kind of tragedy. And sandwiched in between those two extremes, there are those of us who die in the relentless pursuit of our passions, when something we love has turned into something we need. For a racing driver in the 1950's, that passion becomes life itself. I live ever closer to death, chasing and taunting it relentlessly. I am not a hero, and one may even consider me to be selfish or heartless in my pursuit of glory above all else. There certainly enough crosses scattered throughout Europe to attest to that.

-Le Mans-

That horrific night in June of 1955 changed me forever. Pierre Levegh was a man much like myself. He was beyond desperate, charging through the French countryside, pushing himself and his car beyond any reasonable limits. The annual race in Le Mans was already infamous around the world. For 24 hours, humanity witnessed a grueling war of attrition, as drivers fought to stay alive and stay in the lead. The people of the world watched as a new breed of heroes, forged by the second world war and never afraid of death, piloted machines more akin to airplanes than any car they had ever seen. Names that would go down in history were immortalized over the 13 kilometers making up the track. Humble country roads, temporarily shut down, which were used to carrying tractors and trucks, would feel the tortured rubber of overheated tires, become slick with spilled oil, and turn red from the blood of fallen drivers.

Pierre Levegh was one of these drivers. I remember hearing the wail of straight-six engines, a trademark of the British marques, with carnival music playing faintly in the background. The air smelled of gasoline, rubber, and food, and the overall atmosphere was a strange one; it was as if a traveling fair had been invaded by maniacs in cars. The pitch black sky, soon to be turned red, hung over the place in gloomy contrast to the carnival atmosphere.

I don't remember hearing the crash. I remember *feeling* it, from almost a mile away. Pierre Levegh, the man completely overcome by his need to win, was dead. He lay bleeding on the pit straight, next to his burning Mercedes and more than 80 dead spectators. I saw women cut in half at the torso. Children had been beheaded. Magnesium bodywork burned so hot and bright it seemed as though the sun had appeared early.

And the race continued.

There's a barbaric nature inside the possessed men piloting these cars. They know only three things: death, losing, and winning. Even the best of men can be reduced to such a primitive state with frighteningly short notice. Is this a fair assessment of them? Maybe not. Those who knew how truly horrible the crash was tried to stop the race. Mercedes pulled out entirely, retiring the remaining cars.

Levegh's death was tragic, but the spectator fatalities were beyond horrific. As I arrived at the scene of the crash, with cars still racing past at over 100 miles per hour, I vowed to myself that I could never let myself reach this point, never allow myself to become so consumed by something that I would endanger the lives of others.

It is shocking how easy it is to break a promise to yourself.

- The madness begins -

Despite the trauma of the Le Mans disaster, it barely took me a month to climb back into the cockpit of a racecar. I found lots of ways to justify it to myself. I did it because I was good at it, I only raced to make money, nobody ever got hurt in the lower divisions I was in anyways.

It's a cool spring day in 1957, and I'm racing through the Eifel mountains in Germany. The Nürburgring is the deadliest collection of corners, straights, and elevation changes ever divised by man. The "Green Hell" circuit winds through the forest for nearly 30 kilometers. Pursued by the distant rolling thunder, I am fighting to avoid becoming another name on the long list of deaths that have occurred here.

The rain begins to fall as I start my third practice lap. Times like this are why I love racing; it's just me and the car, alone on an empty track. If I crash I may die, but I also won't take anyone else with me, and because of that I am not afraid. I drive through the pounding rain, sliding through turns and struggling to put the power down. The engine howls as I row through the gears, the brakes squeal and tires cry out in agony as I slow down just enough for the corners. There's an art to driving a car at its limits like this, a bond between me and the machine so strong that it becomes another part of my body. This bond helped me become such a good driver, but it also keeps me alive. If something goes wrong at 150 miles per hour, there's no coming back. I need to feel the problems in the car before they actually occur.

-Race Day-

There are many potential causes for a fatal crash. Mechanical failure, track conditions, simple driver mistakes. Racing at the Nürburgring, I discovered firsthand the worst of them all.

Racing for the lead, I came up behind a driver who wasn't even racing me. He was a back marker, the poor man was so slow that he was a lap behind me. Perhaps due to this humiliation, the driver refused to let me pass. Becoming desperate and angry as I saw my chances of victory sliding away, I took a risky move through a fast turn, colliding with the driver and sending his car sliding off the track.

His car turned backwards, and I had a chance to make eye contact with the helpless man whom I had just condemned to die. Less than a second dragged on for eternity as the car slid backwards into the forest, exploding into a fiery crash and leaving a charred, broken corpse behind. Less than a second destroyed a family, ruined dreams, and brought unimaginable pain upon a mother and father who would never feel the touch of their son again, never hear the sound of his voice for as long as they lived. And it was my fault. I should have crashed too. I deserved to die and fall straight to hell.

I told myself I would never race again, and yet a month later I was again climbing into my car. Drivers were dying left and right, and this hellish bloodbath of a sport became the only place where I belonged. I welcomed the inevitability of death, and yet I could never bring myself to suicide. So I had to find a new way to go out on my own terms.

I should have just used that goddamn noose.

-Descent Into Darkness-

Over the next few years, fate simply refused to let me die. From Mexico to Milan, I became a slave to death, unwillingly delivering fresh souls to the reaper. I crashed into other drivers, sometimes they crashed into me, maybe I'd lose my brakes. I kept finding ways to kill people. Most of the time I was not found to be at fault, but the horrors of what I had done haunted me all the same. I no longer slept, or did anything really. I was a broken man, consumed only by alcohol and racing. Eventually the alcohol stopped helping. The constant pain of my existence was only offset by the distraction I found in the driver's seat. The more killing I did, the more miserable I became, and I became addicted to racing.

At this point my memory fails me. Everything is becoming a blur of pain and darkness. The few things I do remember cannot possibly be real. I hear screams in my sleep, and I wake up to see the still bleeding corpses begging me for their lives, pleading with me to let them live. Some nights they touched me, and I felt them pulling me, trying to drag me down to hell with them. By now I am no better than a murderer, and I know my soul can never be at peace. My most vivid memory of all is my last one, the day I died.

-Monza-

Tucked away in the Italian countryside, Monza is easily the fastest track I've ever raced on. The two sweeping parabolica turns at either end of the loop bank inwards at nearly vertical angles. The rough surface makes English back roads look smooth, and one mistake turns intrepid drivers into passengers flying through the air.

It was through one of these turns that one of my tires gave out. During a simple practice lap, alone on the circuit. There was no fire or drama, and nobody around to see or get hurt themselves. My car became my casket, upside down in a freshly plowed field. The local newspaper ran a paragraph long obituary, and soon nobody remembered that I ever existed. The madness continued as drivers and spectators died, but I was finally free from the bloody cycle of death.

[deco-devolution]

The assassin has overcome my final defense, and now, he's come to murder me. In the end, what separates a pogchamp from a simp? Money? Power? No. A pogchamp chooses; a simp obeys. You think you have memories: a farm, an radio girl gf , an airplane, a crash, and then this place. Was there really an radio girl gf? Did that airplane crash, or was it hijacked? Forced down by something less than a man, something bred to sleepwalk through life until activated by a simple phrase from their kindly master? Was a pogchamp sent to kill, or a simp? A potchamp chooses; a simp obeys.

i know i brought this upon myself but goddamn

[anistarrose]

When the Truth Comes Out (GF One-Shot)

Summary: A tale of two old men who are horrible at phone calls, and their long-estranged brother.

Word count: ~1000

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19702060

I realized I haven’t written any standalone GF oneshots in a while, so I decided to return with an idea that I’ve had stuck in my head for a few months now. (And yes, I realize this is my third fic spread across two different fandoms with a Touch-Tone Telephone reference for a title. It’s just a bop, okay?)

***

An unusual sight played out early one morning in the Mystery Shack: Stan and Ford were both pacing in circles around a table in the living room, upon which a telephone rested. Somehow, the phone exuded a more intimidating aura than nearly any of the monsters either twin had fought throughout their long lives.

“It’s not that I’m not happy to talk to him again,” said Ford as he continued to pace, arms crossed behind his back. “It’s just… trying to explain the whole situation…”

“Well, you can at least take comfort in knowing he’ll be more pissed at me,” Stan replied.

“But I get phone call anxiety.”

“Oh, is that what that’s called? ‘Cause so do I.”

“Wait, really?” Ford stopped pacing, and Stan nearly bumped into him. “Have you always? I didn’t realize…”

“You know what, forget it,” Stan told him. “Why don’t you just flip a coin?”

“Fine.” Ford rummaged through his pockets. “Heads or tails?”

“Tails never fails me.”

Ford finally procured a coin, took a look at it, and frowned. “Oops, this isn’t from our dimension. Alien emperor, or eldritch rune?”

“I’ll take the alien, thanks.”

Ford flipped the coin, caught it, and grimaced as he looked at the result. “Shit.”

“Oh, thank god.” Stan placed his hands on Ford’s shoulders, and gently pushed him towards the phone. “Don’t stress about it. I’ll be right here by your side the whole time, listening awkwardly and cringing when we inevitably get cussed out.”

“You always know what to say,” Ford shot back dryly. With noticeable hesitation, and a lot more double-checking of the number than was required, he dialed the phone.

Shermie, always an early riser, picked up just after the first ring. “Morning, Ford! How’s it going over there?” he asked cheerfully.

Ford didn’t say anything, just stared off into the distance with his mouth hanging agape.

“You there, Ford? Did caller ID lie to me? I swear, I can usually wrap my mind around all the newfangled technology right away, but I’ve always been just lost when it comes to phones…”

“No, it’s me,” Ford finally replied. “Sorry, I just… it’s good to hear your voice again, Shermie.”

“Yeah, I could say the same to you. Thanks for actually calling for once, by the way! Is it so I can wish the twins a happy birthday?”

“Uh, no, actually. They’re not awake, though if you want I guess I can relay birthday messages once they wake up.”

“He can wish us a belated happy birthday, though,” Stan whispered, elbowing Ford.

“Then why did you call — hey, is someone else with you? Who’s that?”

“Uh, about that… that’s why I’m calling, actually.” Ford took a deep breath. “Are you sitting down?”

“Of course! I’m at my kitchen table with the morning newspaper and a coffee. Why do I need to be sitting, Stanford?”

Stan elbowed Ford, and hissed: “Just tell him already. Rip that bandage off.”

“Fine, okay,” Ford whispered back. Raising his voice, he continued:

“Sherman, I know this is going to sound absurd, but… Stanley’s not dead.”

Silence.

“And he’s in the room with me.”

Stan leaned in close to the phone. “Hey, Sherm, it’s me! Your fugitive ghost brother!”

The phone made a horrible hissing sound, which Ford could only assume was the result of Shermie spitting coffee all over his end of the line.

“In what world did you think that would help to break the news gently?!” he groaned.

“Look, how many times does a normal person have to reintroduce themselves to relatives who thought they died at thirty in a car crash? Not often, so excuse me for wanting to make it memorable!”

“Fuck you, Stan.”

“You fucking bastard!” agreed Shermie. “Where were you all those years? And why did it never occur to you to come by and visit?”

“Well, about that…” Stan began. “I kind of, uh… actually visited you a couple times.”

“He stole my identity,” Ford clarified. “And honestly? I think we all should have seen it coming.”

“So… you two… fuckers,” Shermie muttered, “faked Stan’s death together and spent three decades pretending to be the same person? Why the fuck would you —”

“Uh, not quite,” Ford cut in. “I had a… research associate who turned out to have ulterior motives for helping me, and dealing with that issue kept me far away from home for a very long time. While in the meantime, Stanley stole my name and house, which I’ve since forgiven him for — mostly. I’m still trying to understand how he got me banned from airplanes.”

Shermie was quiet for a moment. “That’s not even close to the whole story, is it?” he finally asked.

“No, but it’s the closest to the whole story that you’re going to get over a phone line that the government is undoubtedly monitoring,” Ford told him.

“Oh, of course! That’s not worrying at all,” Shermie groaned, but Ford made out a faint sniffling sound on the other end of the line. “I want both of you to get your asses down here for a visit soon. And when you’re here, I want you to tell me everything.”

Ford and Stan exchanged a look, as Ford covered up the phone’s mouthpiece.

“He deserves to know,” Ford admitted.

“Yeah, telling him is the least we can do,” Stan agreed.

“Okay,” Ford said, raising the phone up to his head again. “We’ll stop by in early September to give you the full story.”

“You’d better,” Shermie shot back. “Hey, wait. You guys are… good, right?”

“Pardon?”

“He means we’re not angry with each other anymore,” Stan explained. “Yeah, Shermie. We’re good.”

“It’s about time,” Shermie told him. “Finally beat the world record for longest petty grudge ever held, eh?”

“Watch it, Shermie, because I’m one more smartass comment away from starting a new petty argument with you,” Ford joked, and Stan barked out a laugh.

“I missed this! We haven’t gotten to banter like this in so long!”

“We really haven’t, have we?” Even over the phone, the smile in Shermie’s voice came through loud and clear. “I’m glad you two are both alright.”

***

(Thanks for reading, feedback/reblogs are appreciated as always!)

[akathecentimetre]

so uh, this past week

started getting sick literally on the airplane home this is taking post-semester crash syndrome to new levels of Bad Timing

spent entire first day back making approximately 400? cookies and cleaning the entire apartment oh god you do not want to hear about the state of the bathroom

day-long trip to Philly which was lovely but also cold and allergy-inducing and I miss my cat whom we took to stay there

nine-hour drive up to Maine

heard anything about that cold snap? fuck me it was cold

my laptop died and had to be wiped and still hasn’t resynced everything in my overstuffed Dropbox

our car died and had to be jumped because Cold

the furnace died (!!!) because it had run out of propane so we all huddled under quilts in our winter coats for about six hours before it got fixed

we visited a wedding baker and it was delicious AND THEN our car died again in her driveway and she had to give us a jump to get us going again and I wanted to die of the sheer embarrassment

eight-hour drive back to NJ

I am now on my second iteration of a Horrendous Headcold in as many weeks and not to be gross but it’s 4:30am and I’m awake blowing gallons of crap out of my head and I hate it I hate it I hate it and it hurts

we are hosting 4 of The Boy’s friends for dinner and an overnight stay for NYE and it’s going to be fun but I am also really not in the mood to play mommy to a bunch of dudes for two days (I actively despise one of them but for non-crucial reasons and I have to be a good gf and support His Indoors’ choices and friendships obvs, pray for me fam)

sidenote: Christmas was awesome. I baked a lot.

it is now almost 5am and I am sitting here in a drug-induced haze just thinking furiously about how much The Boy and I are obsessed with the track ‘The Spark’ from TLJ’s soundtrack because NOT ONLY does it finally reprise the ‘Luke and Leia’ theme for the first time in 40 years (The Boy nearly started crying in the theater) but then the bit that goes so hard afterwards when Luke Does That Thing is An oStInATO vaRiATion OF THE ANAKIN/VADER THEME AND JOHN WILLIAMS IS THE GREATEST GENIUS THANK YOU GOODBYE

......aaaaaand I just spilled water all over our coffee table (and a stack of new gifted blurays) because I couldn’t see my bottle in the dark. FML.

[txnystarkimagines]

Sex On The Beach

Words: 3000

Pairings: Tony Stark X Reader

Warnings: SMUT! NO GLOVE NO LOVE! REMEMBER GUYS!

Request:  Can I request something smutty yet fluffy where tony and his gf are celebrating their one year anniversary? He takes her to his beach house for a week and they end up having sex in the hot tub.

Requested By: anonymous

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Author’s Note: This is very long ik! I kind of got carried away with this but hey! There is never too much Tony. 

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The island,house,bathroom,and outfit.

"Ladies and gentlemen,please clip on your seat belts and get ready for the time of your lifes. The safety precautions are as follows on the screen.  Thank you for flying with Stark Industries,where every journey is as exciting as Captain America's love life. " FRIDAY'S voice echoed throughout the airplane.

After clipping on your seat belt,for the landing to god knows where Tony was taking you, you turned towards him. "You seriously want me to believe you didn't program her to say that. "

"Yup!"He stated, popping the P.  

"As if."You scoffed. "You seem awfully happy today."

"Obviously,you have put up with me for one year and you are still here. "He smiled softly up at you. "Plus..There's the fact that I am about to get some."

"Who said that? What makes you sure you are going to get some? " You unclipped the belt and got up taking hold of your handbag next to you.

"What?! Seriously Y/N?"He followed you out of the plane.  

What you saw in the open air,took your breath away.  All around you was a lush green forest,sounds of sea gulls and the waves crashing entered your ears. Somewhere far you could,here water flowing downhill,and very fast. It was probably a river or a spring you thought.  You turned around to face Tony, only to bump into his chest. His firm arms wrapped around you stable.

"Took your breath away,didn't it?"He questioned.  "Happened to me to, just like the very first time I saw you, in that black skirt and sky high heels of your." He smiled down at you.  

"Its-it's beautiful Tony.  I don't have words to explain, but it really is. " You stated.  

"I know.  And that is why as of right now you are the fifty percent owner of this Island along with me. "He smugly stated.  "Happy Anniversary Honey. "He wished you.

"God! Tony, don't know what to say. You really didn't have to do this."

"You could express your gratitude by giving me a Thank you kiss for one! "He smirked.

So thats what you did.  You kissed him with all the emotions inside you.  At that moment it was just you two, two lovers kissing without any care,as their lips tangoed perfectly together.  As of right now both of you weren't avengers, but just Tony and Y/N.

"You want to spend all you weekend here on the steps of the plane or actually go down to the beach house?"He pulled away. "Its a few minute walk from here."  

"Lets go!"You exclaimed excitedly and then dragged him down the stairs and to the pathway, half cemented and half not.  You marvelled at the beauty of this island.  It was very pretty.  The birds chirped,and the wind blew perfectly, not at all how you thought it was like on Islands with rainforests.  You always thought that it would be humid.

A few minutes into the walk, you realized that your luggage wasn't with you. "Ton?" You stopped in your tracks. "Where are the suitcases?"

"Red Snapper is bringing them."

"You promised there would no technology involved in this getaway."

"If you are thinking that I am going to carry  four heavy bags,over this long path and then  proceed to place them in the room. Then you are sadly mistaken."He replied snarkily.  

You just rolled your eyes in response."Just promise me no more bots of your till we have to move back the luggage, when we are leaving." You made him promise.  

"Deal."

"Good."

He clasped his hand into yours,his were perfectly warm and yours perfectly cold. According to Tony both of you were the perfect thermodynamic equilibrium. As you both neared the main doors of the house, the genius suddenly stopped and turned to you, only to pick you up by the knees and the shoulder, bridal style. You sqeualed in surprise."What in the heavens are you doing Anthony?"You threw your headback in laughter.  

"Carrying you over the threshold, what else?" And then he spun around,with you in his arms.  

"Tonyyy!"You squealed again.  

"Keep practicing baby girl,you are going to need it tonight. " This caused you to blush. As he pushed open the main door with his foot,your eyes slilpped onto the glass wall on the opposite side, which gave you a perfect view of the ocean.  

"You know only married couples do this?" You questioned as you walked over to the wall.   You heard him shuffling but paid no heed, you were far more invested in the view.

"That is exactly what I am hoping we could be the next time we visit this place."

Confused you turned to face him.  The sighg that you met,made you gasp.  There Tony was,on his knees holding out a ring, that gleamed perfectly with the setting sun's rays on it. Tony waited for you to walk over to him, which you did awfully slowly.  

"Y/N L/N,my girlfried, my love, and my heart. I know I am not the most deserving man on this planet. I have made my fair share of mistakes. I am reckless and I am impulsive. But you have changed that. You have been a source of light in one of the darkest periods of my life, so today I am asking you will you let me be your light? Will you do me the honour of becoming your husband?"

By the time his speech ended, tears were streaming down your face.

"Yes! Yes!  A thousand times yes."You nodded.  

Tony got up from his position, grabbing your hand and slipping on the diamond on your finger. "You have made me the happiest man alive on this planet Y/N."He stated.  

"I love you Mr Stark. "

"And I you, Mrs Stark."

Tony pulled you towards himself,by the waist, attaching his lips against yours ina frenzy.  They moved in a perfectly practiced tangoe as his hands rubbed against the material of your dress on your hips, causing heat to pool in your core.

"Jump."He ordered.

So you did wrapping your calves around his muscular torso. Both of you didn't break the kiss till you reached the room.  He dropped you onto the bed,causing you to bounce.You raised up on your elbows as he looked dowm upon you with his predatory eyes. You didn't say anythinb and just watched as he took his suit jacket.and dress shirt, stripping him bare above his legs.

He crawled up towards you, only to press his mouth against yours as he fondled your breasts over the material of your dress. He trailed kisses down your jaw line, leaving fire behind his wake. And then in a flash, his hands moved to your side where he unzipped your dress sliding it down yiur shoulders till your waist, where you sliooed off by moving around. In that way your covered core rubbed against his very prominent bulge,to which he sucked in a breath.

As he caught sight of your lace covered breasts he immediately paid attention to them and unclasped the clip, luckily in front. The fabric freed your breasts and the nipples hardened even more due to the cool air.

"The things you do to me Y/N."

Abd then he latched onto your nipple, sucking on it as he twisted the other one with his hands.  

"Tony!"You moaned. You could already feel your completely soaked panties and desperately needed him to pay attention dowb there.    

"Please!" You whimpered.

Not wasting any time he did exactly what yiu asked for and moved down, rubbing your belly as he did so. He took of your panyies, sliding them down your legs.

"Hmmm. So wet and ready babygirl. All for whom?"

"You."You answered,as he impatiently arched yoyr back waiting for him to do anything.  

"You who?"

"Tony."

"Full name."He growled.

"Yoy Anthony! Anthony please!"You begged.  

"That's my girl."

He then parted your lower lips with his fingers, blowing air into one of the most sensitive parts of the female body. You moaned at the sensation.  And then he did it. He entered one finger into your core,making a sloppy wet sound.  

"Alwaya tight and ready, like a good girl."

"Please."You begged him to move his fingers So he did. He moved it in you curling it to hit that one spot.  

"Anthony!"You moaned..

While doing so he again latched onto your nipples.Kissing and sucking around them, no doubt leaving behind a few dozen hickies. You were sure. Meanwhile he added another finger,causing you to scream his name.  Usually it took you three fingers of his to loose control,but right now? You hadn't been intimate with him since weeks, so every sensation was heightened much more.

Tony's pace fastened and you could feel the pressure building in your womb. "Oh god! Jesus!" You threw back your head.

"You can call me Tony."He smirked.

"I am gonnq come, Anthony."You statee as you arched your back, pushing in his fingers deeper.  At the same time he curled them to hit your g-spot.

"No-one is stopping you. "

"Tony!" You screamed his name. Shakes took over yoyr body, as your eyes rolled back into your head. For a few seconds everything was numb as he fingered through your orgasm.  

As you came back into your sesnes, he pulled them out with a plop his fingers glistening with your juices.There right infront of you he sucked them clean.

"Hmm. Delicious. "He winked at you.

"Tony. "You whimpered,as he layed down next to you.  

"Not now honey.Both of us are tired and jet lagged. What we do need however is a bath.  Together."He stated.

"Yeah."You mumbled. He kissed you before making his way to the bathroom to run the bath.

Meanwhile he came back into the room with a warm and wet towel,and started cleaning in between your legs.You smiled at the sweet gestrure. Given his past history with women, you always thought, he wouldn't really be the one for aftercare, but he was. Or maybe it was with the ones he was emotionally invested in but still. You loved him for who he was and not what.  

"Comeon the bath is ready. " He pulled you with his arms, and then carried you to the bathroom.

"You know I can walk right?"

"If it was for me, I would literally program the world in a way that you didn't even have to lift a finger."

"But then I'll get fat sitting around all day. "

"I would love you either way."He bumped his nose against yours.

Tony put you down onto the cold marble,when you reached the bathroom. No doubt,the bathroom contained utmost standards of luxury. It was interiored with wooden and industrial touches,with the bath and the shower,and the other corner had the ceramic sink oppositte which was the flush. In the middle there was more than enough space for one to dance.

The baths was big enough to fit atleast four people,so it wasn't as if the both of you would be in constricted premises. It even had strobe lights underneath it,which flashed a different color ever few seconds,along with some rose petals. It even had a window next to it giving you the view of the forest and the beach ahead.

"Come on now,its perfect."Tony stated,getting into it before you. You followed him soon.

Instead of taking your place besides him,you leaned on him,between his legs. Tony's back was resting against the bath wall and your against his firm chest.

"You are so fucking extra I love it." You refferred to the lights and the petals and kissed the tip of his chin,which was all you could reach considering your position.

A few minutes of silence passed,before a thought arose in your head."Now that I think about it,was the the proposal pre planned?"

"Six months and counting baby girl."

"Really? Why wait so long?"

"I thought you might run,with what it being so soon and all."

"Never."

"Never say never."Tony replied."I have a long list of people who did just that.Well whatever,we are here to celebrate and I intend on doing just that,with lots of drinks and lots of food to eat." He wiggled his eyebrows at you,causing you to blush.

Silence engulfed you both once again. Tony's hands moved upto your shoulder,massaging one as he pressed a kiss on the other. You sucked in as his warm breath caused you to shiver,even in the warm water. He pushed away the strands of baby hair hanging down the nape of your neck,slowly travelling to the front,leaving behind tingles wherever he touched.  He firther trached the shape of your collar bones with his fingers,as you rested your head against his shoulder,allowing him more access. His hand travelled down the valley of your breasts,down your stomach to cup your mound.  You let out a moan,at the sensation,the feeling of his calloused hands against your womanhood. He did this all the while his other hands remained on your shoulder.

Quiet timidly his hand moved back up to your breasts,you whined,dissapointed he didn't pay attnetion where it was needed the most."Tony!" He rolled your nipple in his hands,twisting and pulling at it,as you layed on him.

"Fuck this."You mumbled.

Immediately you turned around,now sitting on his lap with your bare body rubbing against his erection. Your movements  splashed water everywhere,but nobody cared. Your soft lips smashed againts it,moving in passion and extreme needs. Your hands placed on his chest,thrumbs brushing against the metal of the arc reactor. You leaned up,and with your hand under the water took hold of his shaft,rubbing it against your lower lips.

"On top huh?" He smirked up at you.

"Why,you scared it will be too much? Old man."

He growled,but before he could say anything you pushed down his dick,easily lubed by the water and your wetness.

"Urgh!"You groaned at the tightness.

"Fuck Y/N!" Tony moaned. "Give the guy a warning."

Instead of replying,you just rolled your hips around his manhood.In this position his cock reached places deeper than ever before,causing the feelings to intensify. Slowly you started moving up and down. You moaned out at the friction this caused. As your movements fastened,his hands latched onto your hips tightly to thrust up. Something which would surely leave bruises for the morning after.But you didn't care. These moments of ecstasy with the love of your life were worth everything. With you pushing down on him and him thrusting into you from below,water splashed with every thrust. While you rode him,he leaned up to press kisses to your throat,sucking and biting at the base.

"Fuck Tony! I am gonna cum soon!"  You screamed in pleasure.

"That's it baby. Come for me." He fastened his pace against yours and in a few minutes, you were disheveling above him as you let the shakes take over,falling down on him. As if feeling you release around him was all it took,he too released deep inside you. His eyes maintained eye contact with you as he too shivered in pleasure,biting his lips.

"I love you." Both of you mumbled to each other.

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here are some clizzy headcanons that came to my head after the hug in 2x14

clary stays there crying on izzy’s shoulder for god knows how long, confessing how angry she was at herself for betraying simon in that way

and it takes some time, but she finally confesses that what hurts the most is how a part of her feels so goddamn relieved about the entire thing being over

and she tells izzy how scared she is that this will ruin her relationship with simon forever, how in one night she might have lost a boyfriend but especially a best friend

and izzy tells her about raphael, and the yin fen addiction, and her parents, and how much she felt like she had completely lost control of her own life, how every decision she took seemed to take her to a worse place than the one she was in before

“I feel like leaving everything, leaving this place and just... disappear” confesses Izzy, when it’s already 1 am in the morning and they’ve both exhausted the tears and words and coherence

and clary just shrugges “why should we not?”

and izzy lets herself be convinced by the fiery and passionate red head, content of letting someone else make the decisions, take control

and that’s how they’re leaving the Institute at 3 am in the morning, two small duffel bags and enough money to let them survive a year in New York

They take the first bus from the city and they stay on it until the last stop, sleeping in turns on the bus while the other keeps watch

they start getting messages around 10 in the morning, and by 11 they cant even open a message without a new one or a new call popping up. Clary has been to highschool, alright, and she knows how to deal with groupchat type messages, but Izzy gets so frustrated she throws both phones out of the bus, making clary laugh so hard she slips from her seat

when they get off the bus, they look for the closest motel and they crash on the same bed, still whispering and laughing with each other

after that, they take the train to ohio, and izzy can’t even believe her when clary insists she wants to go and see if they can catch Big Foot, and then she devolves into a huge conspiracy theory about it, managing to involve humans, shadowhunters and downworlders in there somehow, and izzy can’t stop smiling the entire goddamn time

clary gets an mp3 player and together they make an entire roadtrip playlist. They feature PSY- gangam style, Justin’s Love Yourself and Ed Sheeran’s galway Girl.

they reach arkansas and clary nearly kills izzy when she says that the place has the best pizza she’s ever had.

just for that, she takes her to philadelphia at the Pizzeria Beddia. they leave soon, thought, being too close to home still hurts.

they somehow manage to go through the majority of the United States, in train, rental cars, ubers and airplanes, sleeping only when they couldn’t keep their eyes open and always together

it got to the point where izzy couldn’t fall asleep until she felt the comforting smell on clary’s hair and clary would keep tossing in her bed unless izzy’s arms are wrapped around her

izzy is an amazing singer. when they decide they need to make some money, they go to karaoke night. Clary soulfully sings gravel to tempo by Hayley while Izzy hits it with  vente pa’ ca by Fonsi and Maluma. They win.

Clary forces them to go to Chicago, and then rants about Dali and Pollock for hours, while Izzy goes absolutely nuts when they get to Huntsville and visit the NASA space center

They however don’t kiss until they get to Florida and, according to Clary, it’s the most romantic city in the Northern Hemisphere. Izzy isn’t sure she agrees, but she doesn’t pull away when Clary’s lips fall on her own

izzy goes out of her way and beyond to plan the best frist date ever with clary and gets interrupted by a demon. clary swears she has never seen something funnier than izzy whipping a demon while screaming DESGRACIADO, TENIA UNA CITA PUTO

clary realises she really loves izzy when she gets the flu in texas and she eats izzy’s soup just so that she can see the woman smile

izzy realises she really loves clary when clary gets flu in texas and she spends the entire day taking care of her as she pukes and vomits around and still can’t help but find her beautiful

Just imagine soft gf clizzy roadtriping and falling in love

[cyberatoms]

here are a few plots that i’d love for some of my muses !!

aryst robs muse b in one of their encounters when they don’t see it coming. but when they realise that they were robbed, they go back to find aryst again instead of raging about it because somehow they were intrigued by her. this can lead to something romantic or a very close friendship sort of thing !! or if you have a better idea, go ahead for it !!

someone detects that chrome has many inventions that he keeps as a secret and never lets anyone near. so in order to get to them for some reason ( it is totally up to us when we discuss it ), they try getting closer to chrome and deceive him. but of course this leads to a more complicated relationship as it evolves !! all the angst when chrome finds out the truth but yeah. further details can be discussed !!

orbit finds muse b in an abandoned, crashed or shot vehicle ( it may be anything but most preferably a spaceship, airplane, jet or helicopter ) and decides to help them. as she’s wanted by the hexagon, the government, as a pilot for her illegal ways, she has to keep her identity quiet. but she helps them and later on, they might find out who she really is and it complicates everything for both of them. or maybe they are also a runaway so orbit helps them settle in. details can be changed and discussed !!

for onehira, i want a really simple love plot for her where she’s that awkward but quirky scientist who keeps talking about irrelevant things but it actually makes muse b like her even more. so they can do experiments together. it’s a bonus if her partner is also into science so they can be crazy scientists together !! or her partner can be someone who has no idea what’s going on with science but is confident to make moves. however, onehira fails to notice so it’s a cliche lesbians saying “i want a gf” but not doing anything about it. until they do.

i want a forbidden love for ulyx as he is a prostitute working to pay off his mother’s debt. muse b is someone highly or someone who isn’t supposed to be seen at such scenes as a club whatsoever. but they keep going back because of ulyx. first, ulyx doesn’t trust them and just plays them. maybe even steals a few things from them secretly. but in the end, he notices that the other actually cares about him so they start of their forbidden love. what happens from there and the details can be discussed !!

[cse6441-blog]

Case Study: Doors

The ICAO (International Civil Aviation Org) develops the standards and practices. This requires all airlines to follow the guidelines presented by this organisation, and ensures a safety standard across the board. In particular to the doors, this may have been a response to the attacks of 9/11.

Some rules they have enforced:

An aircraft with > 60 seats needs to have a flight crew approved door

Aircrafts should be equipped with a reinforced door that:

Resist penetration by small arms fire and grenade shrapnel

Resist forcible intrusions by unauthorised persons

Can be locked or unlocked from either pilots station

Below are an analysis of a series of articles entailing stories of different airline incidents over the past decade.

Article 1: https://www.abc.net.au/news/2014-07-06/air-nz/5575286

Scenario: Captain and First Officer False Positive Frustration

First officer drug and alcohol tested randomly

First officer frustrated because he likes to be efficient

During the overnight flight, first officer leaves cockpit to take a break

Tries to return and the flight attendant requests his entry for him

Crew member spends 2 minute trying to call the captain to advise him about the first officer returning

Captain does not respond because he is occupied with a navigational waypoint (crucial point) and doesn't see the first officer who wants to gain entry (instead only sees crew)

Therefore the first officer is locked out of cockpit

The officer is visibly confused, yet somehow enters the cockpit a different way (alternate method not listed)

Thoughts I think the Captain made the right call here, not letting someone else speak for the first officer to gain entry. By right, the first officer should adhere to the protocol and request entry for himself as himself. This would allow the captain to verify that it is actually him so there is no imposter danger present.

It seems that the frustrations the first officer experience projected towards the flight, and he acted out of order. After being blocked out for arguably good reason, he then proceeds to again act inappropriately and SOMEHOW gain access to the cockpit via an alternate method. This doesn’t seem like proper procedure again, and points out a flaw in the system. An attacker should NOT be able to gain entry to the cockpit if the captain denies them access.

Article 2: https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/germanwings-captain-patrick-sondenheimer-tried-to-break-into-locked-cockpit-door-with-an-axe-as-10138492.html

Scenario: captain locked out of cabin, co-pilot denies entry and crashes plane

Captain Sondenheimer flying with Co-pilot Lubitz

Captain goes to take a break

Co-pilot starts descending the plane into the French Alps

Captain shouting and banging on door demanding access (identifies himself but no response)

Co-pilot ignores and continues attack

Captain gets an axe, tries to smash the door down (axe onboard for safety reasons typical of airbus A320 models)

Post Investigation

Lubitz took a break during training (didn’t say what for)

No ‘visible’ signs of depression during checkups

He was fit to fly without any restrictions

Quiet but friendly character

Pilots have regular psych checks and medical checks once per year

However, there exists no procedure in the world where family and friends are interviewed (WOUL BE GOOD?)

Claims

Doctor deemed Lubitz unfit to fly on the day

Ripped up medical note found in his apartment

Had to repeat classes several times in training due to depression?

Broke up with gf recently

Not in good relation with other pilots (bullying nicknamed tomato andy)

Article 3: https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-33809649

Scenario: 50 y/o drunk man locked himself in toilet 10 minutes before landing

Drunk 50 year old goes to toilet

Airplane is landing soon (regulations require passengers to take their seat before landing)

Was repeatedly asked to return to seat for safety regulations

Man refused to cooperate (reasons werent reported)

Captain intervened, using the safety axe to pry open the toilet door

Man was removed

Article 4: https://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-22528431

Scenario: Airplane needs to land cause captain locked out of cockpit

Captain goes to toilet

Comes back tries to enter cockpit

Door is jammed cant be accessed

Co-pilot also can not open it from inside

Co-pilot gets permission from ground control to land

Ground maintenance engineers fix it and good to go

*maybe have a toilet in the cockpit?

Scenario 2: Unattended Air Stewardesses accidentally turn off auto-pilot

Both pilots take a break from cockpit

Leave two stewardesses in their to operate the plane

Stewardesses get distracted after 40 mins and accidentally turn off

*don’t let stewardesses take control, require pilot access (is this allowed anyway)

Youtube Video: Doors

Made out of kevlar

New law requires two crew members inside the cockpit at all times

No camera galley for 9/11 (so stewardesses or someone can ask them to open)

RISK PREVENTION

[travesty-majesty]

Ok sorry for the late reply, I have not passed out I just had to go to the room of Bath™

Anyways Wii sports anime time

So we have called it 

Table Tennis; A Game Of Love and Friendship

We call it TGOLF for short

Very ironic how an ‘anime’ about table tennis has golf in the abbreviation

Anyways

This spawned from my friend (lets call her Red) gets pissed at Cole from Wii Sports Resort and my gf/friend at the time (we’ll call her Yellow) finds this hilarious and sends a fake show pitch to our group chat

We all like it

Then she writes a script for the imaginary first episode

She didnt want to write the rest but I was hooked at that point so I've been writing each episode/chapter since then!! 

Anyways onto the plot

Yellow has been coming to the Wii Resort ever since she was a kid, and this year she’s finally allowed to come on her own. She’s been best friends with the child of the people who run the table tennis place, Cole. She’s developed a romantic interest in him and plans to tell him this summer

When she arrives, she meets Red and Green (my character) (both girls BTW lol) Green is a generally optimistic girl who gets over losses quickly and tries her best. Red is a very headstrong, prideful person that loves competition. Yellow is your general optimistic protag :))

So Yellow makes friends with Red and Green, and keeps talking to Cole too (keep in mind, Cole isn't real, he was actually from Wii sports resort, my gf didnt even know what he looked like when she wrote the first script lmao) and all seems well! The girls get along, despite Red’s general pride and slightly hinted angst on Green’s part

Yellow is staying in a hotel on the island, Red stays on a hotel on Wedge Island (Red comes for the summer too, but she arrives earlier than Yellow) and Green lives in her house in the village near the windmills, with her father living in the one next door

Cole just exists ig

The three go out to eat, play certain sports together, etc etc

Until one day something happens

So each girl has a set of sports they're really good at, but they all play table tennis (based on us irl’s favourite sports)

Green likes bowling and flying! Her father (Green lives on the island year round, she's a resident) runs the airplane tours, which she’s learning to take over, so she really likes flying

Red likes dog frisbee and sword fighting, and is pretty Good at table tennis too

And Yellow seems to like a few general sports, hers aren't explicitly mentioned, but ofc table tennis is there

So one day, as Yellow is talking to Cole, Green stumbles in

She’d gotten in a plane crash the night before.

She didnt even bring herself to an emergency room because she figured shed be alright

So Yellow has to bring her home, and she stays with her for a while. This is where the drama starts in the story

We find out that Green didnt crash on her own. She was shot by a slingshot that managed to get her to hit a cliff and damage her plane, making her crash

And who shot at her?

Red.

Nobody knows that Red did this, as she threw the slingshot in the bin, but Cole finds it and figures that either Red or Yellow shot Green down, so in simpler terns; one of Green’s friends tried to kill her.

She’s obviously upset by this, but she doesn't mention it to anyone. She decided to keep it to herself and see if she can figure it out. She invites the other two girls to a sleepover in her house that evening

This is about the last time they all get along perfectly

It's learned later in the story (or it will be) that Red’s motivation to try to basically kill Green was to win a tournament happening soon on the island

There’s a table tennis tournament (try saying that 10 times fast) happening in a months time, and all three have their motivation to win

Red’s family puts a lot of pressure on her to win, and one of her parents left when she was younger. She is determined to not disappoint them again

Green and her father are renting the cottages they’re staying in. She isn't sure if they can afford rent past this year, and if they can't, they’ll be forced to leave the island. If Green wins, she can use the winnings to buy the cottages for her and her dad

Yellow wants to win to send some money to her family and ensure she can return to the island next year

But basically, Red gets a feeling Green is onto her, so she sets it up to make it seem like Yellow did it, which tears a rift in the group

This is as far as I've written, but I have the rest planned out!! I dont mind going on with the rest of the plot if you're interested

But yeah

I actually really like this and I wanna animate certain bits of it

I actually have the sorta credits thing ‘animated’

Not any actual credits but the animation that plays while the words go is done 

Anyways

Uhhhh 

Yeah :)

just gotta say, every time i get a bunch of notifications and it's just you going through and liking all the stuff i've reblogged it makes me have happy feelings-

Pffft awwwwww! See as soon as I see these asks I kinda go ‘oh shit wait back off for a sec grave’ then I read the rest and :)

[pastrysmarts]

Started dreaming about an anime short series about a group of friends going around the world and it always focused on the airport/airplane experience. There was a robot girl, I believe the protags were bf n gf, yellow hair tsundere, and a red head. Then dio for some reason appeared and was jealous???? Anyway other dream things ensue, get threatened to get in trouble for doing nothing the works. Then i, in my dream, dreamed the plane was crashing and I heard n saw some shit. I woke up in the dream okay and well and then I woke up for real

[starclanwhy]

Love note, lighting, photo album!