#and I am gonna be spending six hours at school

[thepunkmuppet]

FUCK SHIT OH GOD

TURNS OUT I ACTUALLY DID READ THE WEBSITE RIGHT THE FIRST TIME

YOU GET THE DIGITAL TICKET AT 10 AM PST

WHICH IS SIX IN THE EVENING FOR ME

AND I GET HOME EARLY AT 2:30.

FUCK AM I GONNA DO FOR THREE AND A HALF GOD DAMN HOURS WHAT THE HELL

[cozylittleartblog]

i can finally say real and sincere words i dedicate my song to you

print on my etsy

[nanaminsmoon]

Good morning!!!! I love your blog so much!!!!💗🫶🏾 Your writing is amazing???

Baby daddy Choso????

thank you so much!!! but thanks for requesting this fren bc i love this so much🤭

𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. (𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

cw: pnv, unprotected sex, oral (f + m receiving), choking (f+m receiving), spit kink, choso calls reader; 'baby' and 'baby girl', this man is a masochist lowkey, yeah this is a lil nasty

wc: 3858

your twins loved their dad; excited feet would scamper their way to your bedroom, three hours earlier than usual, every friday because they knew it’d be the day they’d see him. and you guys had a routine: you got them ready in the morning, took them to school, then choso’d pick them up, and they'd be his for the weekend.

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and, during those 48 hours, there was no beach far enough, nor park busy enough, for choso because he would take his girls wherever they wanted to go. every week, pinkie promises to not tell you about staying up later than rules would allow were made between the trio. then, come sunday morning, the girls would be impatiently jumping into your arms, as soon as you opened your door—usually with some playful change in their appearances. yet this particular one would cause your forehead to crease in confusion,

”what's on my daughter's face?”, you’d ask, once the girls were of earshot. immediately, choso knew what you were talking about but he’d play dumb just to irk you.

”eyes, eyelashes, eyebro—”, he’d start listing, and you’d interrupt him.

”no, dickhead, the thing over her nose”, you clarified and he’d inwardly rejoice at his success at annoying you.

”oh. she saw my tattoo and said she wanted one, so i just got her a little temporary one”, he’d explain, eyes trained on the twins as he waved back at them while they ran around the house.

”and when she wants it for real?”, you’d poke at his chest, and his hand would rise to hold the spot your fingertip had touched as he faked a pained expression.

”i don't know how reckless you think i am, but i'm not gonna tattoo a six year old”, he’d scoff, but his amusement would fall to flatten quite quickly.

as hard as choso tried to fan the hurt fogging his mind, it just wouldn’t leave him. choso could be denounced for his work over, and over, again and he’d bounce back because he was so confident and sure of his abilities. but jabs at his skills as a father never failed to pinch at his heart. people would spend an hour with him, then start to question his parenting abilities based off the way he looked and his reserved manner. the prickling in his chest didn’t come from insecurity, but from sensitivity to reminders of the same baseless assumption. especially coming from someone he deemed to be the perfect parent,

”why do you keep doing that?”, he’d look at you earnestly, and confusion would force your eyebrows together.

”doing what?”,

”making me out to be this bad influence.”,

”maybe it’s because you run around with cancer sticks behind your ears”, you pulled the cigarette from behind his ear, and shoved it in his pocket.

”aside from that. you treat me like i'm gonna corrupt the girls.”, he paused, ”you treat me the way your parents treated me”, due to his appearance and impassive demeanour, most people around you had opposed your relationship with choso. your friends warned he’d be a terrible father, and your parents mistook how reserved he was for coldness, and arrogance. outwardly, he seemed inattentive, rude, and aloof but choso didn’t care because the most important people in his life understood him. he was his daughters’ best friend, protector, and joint number one on their list of favourite princesses to join their tea parties—the other being you.

no matter how many years passed, you’d always love choso. though you weren’t together anymore, the need to defend him against those who misunderstood him had never dissipated. so to hear that you had become one of the people you had spent almost a decade trying to quieten, lunged your heart into your throat.

”choso, i'm so sorry. i didn't know i was being—”, you’d start to apologise, but you’d be quickly interrupted. penitence sunk all your features in a way choso couldn’t ignore; he knew you had no malintent with your words, and he didn’t want you to beat yourself up over it.

”nah, it's cool.”, he waved you off, ”i get it, but you know me. you know i love them to death and i'd never encourage anything that i knew would hurt them. but anyways, i guess i'll go now, i'll see you on frida—”, he’d been stood in the doorway and, as he began to step backwards to leave, your hands would clasp one of his. he’d be visibly surprised, but his feet would still be ladened to their spot.

”let me make it up to you”, you'd propose, and intrigue would raise choso’s eyebrow.

you’d always known there were benefits to your best friend being your neighbour, and today would be the day you’d reap one of them. after instructing choso to sit and wait on the couch, you’d gather the girls’ stuff and take them next door. you’d come back to choso still sat where you had left him, legs spread and large hand dwarfing his phone. the urge to jump on his dick right then and there was stronger than you would’ve liked, but you’d keep composed. even under his fervent glare as he watched you take your shoes off. there’d be a moment of waiting once your eyes met, then you’d beckon for him to follow you. choso’s curiosity was eating away at him, but if there’s one thing he had learnt during your time together it was that he was not to question your plans. even as he realised you were leading him to your bedroom, he’d just scoff to himself and continue trailing you.

once at the door, you’d open it and hold it for him to go in. and, chuckling, he’d enter the room, chills already running down his spine at the way those four walls boxed him into your scent, and swathed him in it. his back being turned to you allowed choso to shamelessly close his eyes, and take it all in. he’d only be brought back to reality by the clicking of the door lock.

”the fuck are you doing?”, he laughed as he turned around.

”making it up to you, now sit.”, he'd raise his hands in surrender, before he’d sit on the edge of the bed, eyes narrowed as he watched you saunter your way towards him.

one thing led to another, and you went from kissing and licking at choso's bulge through his boxers to having his dick throat deep inside you. during your relationship, head had been one of choso’s favourite things. he’d even claimed that, had your pussy not been so good, he’d like head more than sex. there were never enough words to explain it but, to him, there was nothing that drove him crazier than the sight of your eyelashes batting up at him as you took all of him into your mouth, nose tickling his pelvic bone. and, busy with his tattoo studio, choso didn't have a lot of time to date so he couldn't remember the last time he felt a woman's throat enclose around his tip the way yours did. his toes were damn near gripping at the carpet through his socks, as his fingers dug into the duvet. though their one wish was to be entangled in your tresses, scratching at your scalp when you swallowed around him, choso hadn’t forgotten that the reason you had asked him to drop the girls off two hours later than usual, was because you were getting your hair done. so he'd refrain for an entire two seconds, fingers contracting around nothing, before he'd just ask,

”can i put—fuck—my hands in your h—shit, y/n—hair”. and another low ’shit’ would leave his lips when you'd pull him out of your mouth to show him the lewd mix of your saliva and his precum leaking out your lips.

”’f you fuck it up, then you gotta pay for me to get it redone”, you tilted your head to run his length against you lips, and choso’s hands were on your head immediately.

”yes, ma’am”, he moaned out.

though you had been broken up for five years, the mutual sexual attraction between you two had never dwindled, so you two fucking post-breakup was inevitable. that being said, choso hadn't nutted in you in almost two years and he didn’t want the first time in 24 months to be in your mouth. that’s what his heart wanted, but his body would have other plans. head wasn’t just about the feeling for choso, the man loved a performance. knowing this, you’d pull him out of your mouth to allow a string of spit and precum hang from your lips, letting it land on his length again just so you could use it as lube to stroke him a few more times.

”you can’t do shit like that, y/n, i’ll nu—”, his strained voice tried to explain, but it’d be cut short by more of your antics. one second your lips would be around his balls, then the next they'd be damn near touching his pelvic bone, as you took him into your throat again. he'd raise his hand to place it on your forehead,

”w-wait, y/n i'm gonna—fuckfuckfuckfuck—baby, wait i'm gonna cum”, he'd warn, but you'd just take that as a signal to keep hallowing your cheeks and taking him into your throat. the pleasure delayed his reflexes, so choso wouldn’t be fast enough in pulling his dick from your mouth; most of his nut would be inside it and, as you let his dick slip from your lips, he’d get some on your cheek, chin and nose too. the tip of your middle finger would collect some of it, and put it in your mouth, eyes locked with his as you did so.

”i forgot how fucking nasty you are”, he'd chuckle before flopping backwards to face the ceiling, as he just laid on his back.

choso’s love for head wasn’t limited to just receiving, because one of his life’s finest pleasures resided between your legs.

”i just need to get you ready f’r me, baby”, would be his response when you told him he didn’t need to reciprocate. but the truth was, choso luxuriated in the way you grabbed at his hair and closed your thighs around his head—the near suffocation was the closest to heaven he thought he’d ever get. he loved the way your body didn't know what to do with itself, squirming underneath the cold metal of his tongue, and lip, piercing. yet, nothing could dethrone the way the warmth of your thighs taking away all his air made his dick twitch. he'd enjoy the gratifying discomfort they brought, before he'd force your legs open again,

”you taste so fucking good, baby, i don't know how i went without this for so long”, he'd say when he came back up for a breath. his fingertips would dig into your thighs as he placed your legs on his shoulders. fingertips would soon be substituted for large palms, as choso pushed the flesh together to basically cut off his air supply. it felt sick to admit, but he loved the feeling of you essentially choking him out.

choso hadn't intended on eating you out until you came, but once he’d started, he couldn't stop. he’d lost track of time and then, all of a sudden, the feeling of your nails on his scalp was harsher. and if he wasn’t relishing in the feeling, eyes fluttering shut in enjoyment, he might’ve noticed that you were about cum a lot sooner. but he’d only catch on when your babbles became more coherent,

”chos-so, i'm-m cumming, shit”, you'd say, and when his brain finally processed those words, it'd be too late because he'd have your release all over him.

for a few moments, the only sounds audible in your room were your heavy breathing and the sound of choso licking your arousal off his fingers. the glisten of the inside of your thighs would catch his attention, and he’d move to remove them of their shimmer. the feeling of the metal on your skin would coax a jolt out of you, before you’d be backing away from his mouth to sit up and face him. the man looked depraved; hair a mess, and face shining, as he just smirked at you.

the shirt covering your top half would be off, as well as choso’s shirt and boxers. and, seeing your bare body for the first time in years was having visible effects on choso—he was stunned.

”wow”, he said, in a whisper, reaching to hold you but you’d pushed his shoulder.

”what?”, you giggled, and he just shook his head so as to not make you feel embarrassed.

”no, i just…i forgot how beautiful you are”,

”shut up, bruh”, you'd playfully roll your eyes, before pulling at choso’s arm to switch your positions. his interest would be piqued yet again, and you'd quell it with a sloppy kiss to his lips. you’d mount choso to sit at the bottom of his abdomen, and his hands landed on your hips. they'd help you ride the ridges of his toned stomach, taking note of how you moaned into his mouth as your juices smeared all over his lower torso.

you'd soon shift yourself, sliding down his length and choso wouldn’t be able to see much of it because his eyes rolled to shut once he felt you wrap around him. hands placed on his broad chest, you'd move up and down on him and his tatted fingers would dig into your hips. choso’s pleasure was visceral, and he almost wanted it to stop before he got too attached and refused to let it end as he had many times before. when you and choso fucked, you did so for hours because you were both relentless. yet, as good as this felt, choso was ashamed to admit that something was missing.

”this is all for me, right?”, he'd ask breathily, hands stilling you. it’d be hard to formulate thought, because you were just paused with his dick deep inside you. but you'd manage a shabby attempt at a nod.

”well, can you…”, choso’d pause, eyes wandering around the bed, and his uncertainty would make you anxious. when it came to sex, you two had always been honest, and open to try anything. so if it made him cautious, then it was one of two things; something he’d been wanting for a while, or something completely left field.

“could you choke me?”, he'd ask, and your once lidded eyes would be widely staring back at him.

”like…?”, you'd raise your hand, and both of his would engulf it, leading it to his neck.

”this.”, he looked you in your eyes, and your hand grew firmer, ”and just keep it there”, he'd instruct, and you'd nod, before starting to move again.

though new to you, you began seeing the appeal of choking choso very quickly. mainly because of the way his eyelids would flutter, as his eyes rolled to shut, just by virtue of feeling your hand on his neck. not to mention the way his hips would move on their own to rut into you, every time your thumb and middle finger tightened around his throat. he may have been larger than you in stature, but choso was completely under your control. both the tightness of your walls, and the feeling of your hand around his neck—sweat making it hard for you to move while maintaining a secure grip on him—was making him delirious. and he never wanted it to stop.

choso's mouth was making any noise it could muster to express how good he was feeling. he went from quietly cursing under his breath, to just shouting cuss words at you. you weren't far from your nut either; due to both the view and the way his dick’s chase for more pleasure, made choso fuck into you harder. the feeling made your thighs weaken but, ultimately, choso would be the first to let go,

”where d’you want it?”, he asked, and your hand would remain on his neck as you leaned down to speak to him.

”nut in me, choso”, you’d whine, lips latching onto his neck to kiss it. the combination of the sultriness of your voice and your lips attacking the most sensitive spot on his neck, would’ve been enough but choso completely lost it when he’d feel a sting as you marked his skin. he'd cum underneath you, hips stuttering upwards to prolong the pleasure he was feeling. all choso could do was cuss, and dig his trimmed fingernails into you before just laying there, a shell of his former self.

you'd be riding him for a few more minutes, before choso’s control of his limbs would return to him, then he’d have you laid underneath him. no further words would be exchanged before he was slamming into you, silver chains dangling in your face and his hand on your throat, as he fucked you with vigor. as amazing as the opposite had felt, choso much preferred this version of things. he preferred looking down at you as your eyes fluttered and rimmed with salty displays of euphoria, he’d even lean down to lick one as it ran down the side of your cheek. choso indulged in the way you'd grab his forearm as strong as you could, sanguine crescents colouring in the empty spaces in his tattoos. he'd lean down to suck on your nipples, nipping at them just so he could hear the raising in pitch your moans and whines would do when that sensation coursed through you. his eyes would flicker down to the white froth collecting at the base of his dick, as his nut was pushed out of you with his every thrust.

”you're doing this all for me, right?”, he'd ask, and you'd nod, ”this fucked out all for me. taking this dick so good just for me”, he'd say, lips once again around your nipples.

choso wasn't letting up; his pace was merciless, as he fucked you dumb. most times you had fucked, choso would slow down, or pull out, when that familiar constriction of your walls told him you were close. he'd do it until you were crying and begging underneath him, voice growing excrutiatingly hoarse. but, seeing as you already had tears in your eyes, he'd only do it once before he'd just maintain a harsh rhythm as you came around him.

”choso, fffuck”, you cried out, but he'd just keep going. his eyes were so focused on the silhouette of his dick moving in and out of you, as your stomach contracted, that he'd lost all sight of where he was. you could've told choso he was jupiter and the man would've believed you. he couldn't even remember why you guys had started fucking in the first place, all he knew was that he didn't want to stop. to choso, thinking about anything that wasn’t you was a waste of brain power. so he'd turn his brain off and let his body do whatever it wanted to. even if it meant overstimulation for the both of you.

your third nut would be pretty imminent, seeing as choso literally would not stop moving inside of you. but it'd be unlike the others,

”choso, g-gimme a s-second”, you'd say, and he'd shake his head because he knew what you were doing. choso knew your body, and he knew it well; he knew what you were trying to prevent well enough to know that it was the very thing he was striving for,

”you said you doing all this for me, baby.”, he'd remind you, ”’nd i wanna see you make a fucking mess on my dick.”, his words would do nothing but edge you closer to your nut.

”can you do that f’r me?”, he’d ask, and you’d nod your head.

”just f’r me?”, he’d ask, voice laboured, ”i don’t deserve you, baby”, he’d pout before moving down to connect your lips.

and, under his instruction, you’d just let that funny little feeling near your bladder do whatever it wanted to. one of your hands would be struggling to wrap around choso’s wrist, while the other would be gripping the sheets for dear life. the hand choso had placed on your neck would remain stagnant, movement only reserved for the other as it moved to your clit. worries about you moving because of how fast, and hard, he was fucking you were nonexistent because the sweat covering your body meant that you were adhered to the fabric underneath you. choso's tatted fingers would rub on your bud until you came on them, practically spraying him with your release.

a low chuckle would leave choso's mouth at the endearing view of you trying to calm your body down. heavy breaths would slither past your lips, but your eyes remained closed. choso’s hand would plant a light slap to your cheek to wake you back up, but it'd be to no avail. so he’d try once more, this time, grabbing your chin to shake your face until your eyes opened.

”say ‘ah’, baby girl”, he'd ask, and you'd open your mouth as wide as your slack jaw would allow. a line of spit would fall from his lips to your tongue before you'd swallow it, and he'd smirk to himself.

”didn’t even have to tell you what to do”, he’d snicker, and you’d smile contently up at him. the woman choso was seeing was so unlike the one he had met so many years ago, and he dreaded to think that the sweet glint in your eyes had bittered because of him. however, that dread would quickly fade and, in its place, would be a knowing smirk,

”shit, maybe i am a bad influence.”

[natailiatulls07]

You're gonna leave me, aren't you?

Max Verstappen x female!reader

Summary - They were bestfriends then lovers but in end they were strangers left with the memories of what was

Warnings - mention of his father, mention of Jules Bianchi’s death, bad google translate, breaking up, sad ending kind of??

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2015

Max met her in secondary school, his life was crazy. Between juggling school, his fathers harsh parenting and formula three, he met Y/n. They became bestfriends almost immediately.

Y/n was like a breath of fresh air in his chaotic lifestyle. Always patient and understood if he couldn't hang out. It did help that she knew what Max was getting himself into, her father would watch formula one and he was a big fan of the sport.

When Max got signed to Toro Rosso in 2015, Y/n was the first one he told. He remembers the phone call oh so well.

-

After a couple of rings, Max heard her through his phone. She sounded tired but would always have a cheery aura to her even through the phone.

"Max are you alright?" It was then when Max realised that Australia, where he was for the grand prix, was six hours ahead of the Netherlands. This meant that it was currently four am for Y/n.

"Yeah sorry, I just realised what time it is for you..." He tooking a sharp breath, debating whether he should let Y/n sleep and tell her later. "I have news, it's very exciting!"

Max heard her shuffle in bed. "Oh yeah, go on"

"You better be clearing you schedule because I'm going to be in formula one!!" Y/n's audible gasp was heard through the phone. "Formula one zonneschijn!"

Of course since it was the middle of the night, Y/n kept her celebration quiet. So in hushed whispers she replied. “No way! Max that’s amazing”

Max could of sworn he heard her voice break. Was she crying? “I’m so proud of you Maxy!”

-

Max swears that day was the day he fell in love with her. They were only 17 and 16, mere teenagers. But his whole perspective of her changed.

Sadly Y/n couldn’t make his formula debut but he knew that she was watching on from home. She was studying, trying to get through college and through to university.

Of course the two kept close, face times and messages became important to them as Max was travelling his way around the planet.

Soon enough Max caught up the courage to ask her out over summer break. He took her to their favourite restaurant. And whilst on the date, he then asked her to be his girlfriend to which she nodded excitedly with a big smile on her face.

Everyone was happy for the new couple, admittedly upset they didn’t see much of the two together because of their privacy and schedules.

-

2016

It was in 2016 when Max started driving for Redbull racing that he also started to drift from Y/n. He didn’t want to and it wasn’t a choice he made easily.

Of course growing up, Max saw what happens in motorsport. He knew it was dangerous and always life threatening.

Max was in the paddock when he watched Jules Bianchi crash in 2014. He knew how it effected Jules’ close family and friends, Max was friends with Charles who struggled.

He remembers being told that Jules died after Jules was in a coma for nine months.

And Max didn’t want that weight on Y/n if something were to happen. He didn’t want the press to crowd her and he didn’t want to give her that much grief.

So he drifted, as much as he hated it, he drifted away from. This of course drew red flags for Y/n.

Before they would text non stop every day but now Max barely replied. Before they would spend almost all his free time together, binge watching their favourite shows or eating at their favourite restaurant or even just napping together.

But now Max would intentionally fill his time with work, much like his father once did. He remembers looking in the mirror and just seeing his father, that scared him but it didn’t stop him.

-

Y/n had managed to get ahold of Max, she called him asking if he could meet her at their favourite restaurant. Unlike her usual cheery tone, she sounded deflated.

Pulling up to the restaurant, he saw her through the window sat at their table. And as he walked in, he didn’t receive his usual warm hug from her so he just sat down opposite. Looking at her as if he didn’t know what was going on.

“Hey what’s up?” Max asked the girl opposite him. He was scared of her, she wasn’t Y/n.

“Um…how do I say this?” Her soft voice came out still as deflated as before. What Y/n said next hit, the new formula one driver hard. “You’re gonna leave me…aren’t you?”

It was as if everything around Max had stopped. Only then did he realise what he did to her. Max thought that this was the best option, drifting away, but instead what he had done was make her feel unloved and feel like the relationship was one sided. “No. No of course not zonneschijn!”

He was quick to protest but was quick shushed when Y/n started to shake her head. “Max…please don’t, don’t try to tell me different because you are…you’re gonna leave, it’s okay”

Collecting her stuff, Y/n started to leave. Max couldn’t do anything, he knew what he’d done and he knew he could come back from that. “I love you Max…always have and always will” Y/n whispered before turning her back to him and leaving.

Max watched her walk out of the restaurant and walk home, he felt ashamed and regretful that he lost the best thing he’ll ever have. But he promised to keep her in his heart until the day that he would die.

-

2023

It was over seven years since Max last saw her but he never let her out of his heart and mind. He had just won his third world championship and Sky Sports had pulled him over to have a quick interview.

“Hi Max! Well done on your third world championship, how are you feeling?” The sky sport journalist asks whilst Max is handed his mic.

“Yeah I feel so grateful that I am able to achieve this for the third time” Max smiles politely, not the biggest fan of post race/sprint interviews but pr insist.

“Is there anyone who you feel like you owe this to? Any family? I know that your father is very supportive of your career”

“Um yeah…” He takes a pause, and then his mind goes back to his sunshine, Y/n. “I think I’ll have to thank an old friend…she knows who she is, I hope she knows that I appreciate and love her more and more everyday” Looking into the camera, Maxs heart tells him that she is there watching from home supporting him.

He also knew that everyone knew who he was talking about, they always did.

-

[storm-angel989]

She's hardheaded, just like her Daddy.

@lolita1266

Hey I was wondering if you could do valentine's daughter where she gets hurt during an exterminator.

Like let's say she is six or something and she gets curious on why she has to be in her room on a specific day and the vees won't tell her anything just that it's a 'special' day.

So one day when no one is looking she go's outside to see what so 'special' about it.

Just to be chase by some angles luckily the Vees see her with one of the many cameras in the city and save her. But she get a scar from it.

How would the vees react to it?

Also hope your have a nice day!

This is the actual story to this request! Enjoy!

"Daddy, I don’t wanna spend all day in Uncle Voxxy’s office,” I complained as my father pulled a dress over my head. “Why can’t I go to school?”

“Princessa, you know the answer to that. Today is a special day,” my father replied. “Now sit so I can braid your hair.”

"I want Mommy,” I grumbled as I complied. “Why did she leave again?”

"Mommy has an important job, bebita. And today, you do too.” My father said softly as he wove his fingers in and out of my hair. “I’ll get a good report, right?” 

I pouted but let him kiss my forehead. He swept me up in his arms and carried me out towards the living room. Unlike every other day of my life, the big sweeping floor to ceiling windows were covered in black curtains, obscuring the walls of silver that went in two days ago. Instead of the usual sunlight that dotted the room, the only light came from the lamps sprinkled around the apartment.

Every single year since I could remember, the week before today the walls went up. And on this day, I wasn’t allowed to go to school. Instead, I had to spend the day in my Uncle Vox’s downstairs office, playing with one of his assistants- usually Issac- until my father came and got me. It was boring, and Issac had zero sense of creativity. Nor did he have any desire to create unicorn traps or make slime. 

“Do you want a pop tart or a sticky bun?” My father asked as he set me down on the kitchen counter.

I crossed my arms. “I want to go to school.”

My father opened his mouth as if to scold me, but instead shook his head. “I’m sorry baby. Make a choice, you have to eat something.”

"Yeah, squirt, you’ll need your energy to hang in Uncle Voxxy’s office all day! Are you gonna draw my sharkies!?” My Uncle’s cheerful voice rang through the kitchen. “Issac is excited to color with you!”

I glared at my Uncle Vox. “That’s a lie. He only does it because you make him.”

"And if he doesn’t do a good job, Uncle Voxxy will fire him. So be a good little boss for me, won’t you?” Vox replied as he ruffled my hair. “I expect a full performance review at the end of the day!”

I grumbled. My Dad handed me a pop tart and begrudgingly, I took a bite. A few moments later, my Aunt Velvette walked in. Wordlessly, she poured herself a cup of coffee. 

“Velvette! How are you this hellish morning?” Vox sang as he added another spoonful of sugar to his coffee. 

“Cut the shit Vox, you know how I am,” Velvette grumbled. “And why is the baby still here? She needs to be downstairs with Issac in…” she paused and glanced at the clock. “A half hour at the latest.”

"We got a little sidetracked,” Valentino replied as he packed the final few snacks into my bright pink lunchbox. “But she’s almost ready to go.” 

“What else does she need? I’d hurry up if I was you,” Velvette replied with a glance at Valentino.

“Nothing. Come on bebita, Daddy will bring you downstairs,” Valentino said quickly. He lifted my backpack off the kitchen chair and slung it over his shoulder before lifting me up. I laid my head on his shoulder and he carried me to the elevator.

“Why do we have to do this every single year?” I complained as he walked me through the maze that was Vox’s basement office. “I don’t wanna spend all day with Issac, I wanna go to school.”

“Stop whining,” my father said sharply. He pushed open the door and set me down on the small twin bed in the back of my Uncle Vox’s second office. He knelt down and gently grabbed my chin. “Listen ninita, I need you to stay in here with Issac until one of us comes and gets you. Do you understand?”

I flinched at his words and looked down. “Yes, Papi.”

“Good.” He planted a kiss on my forehead. “Now be good for Issac, I’ll see you tonight.”

My father strode out the door. I turned and glanced at my would-be jailer and he gave me an overly bright, obviously fake smile. 

“Good morning reader! Would you like a snack? Or to play a game?” Issac asked cheerfully. 

“It's too early for a snack,” I grumbled as I stomped my way over towards one of the beanbag chairs. I picked up my tablet and opened up one of my favorite aps.  “Just leave me alone.”

Issac sighed. “Your Dad said he put a two hour timer on it.”

I ignored him and put my headphones on. In all honesty, that was an hour and a half more time than I usually got each day. Maybe there was something to this special day afterall. 

Six hours later, my tablet time had expired. I had leafed through every book and played exactly one excruciating round of Go-Fish with my fish faced warden. 

“I have to go potty,” I announced as I won yet another hand. “Bye.”

Leaving Issac behind with the pile of cards, I turned and walked down the windowless hallway. To the left the door led to the little girls room, but the heavy door to the right, usually closed tightly on this special day, was opened just a crack. 

That interested me. Maybe now I could find out why this day was so very important, and why Daddy covered every window and door in our apartment. I pushed the door open and walked up the stairs to the first floor.

I expected the doors to be barred up like the entryway to our apartment, but to my surprise, the first floor was bright. I crept by the empty greeters desk and out the doors of the tower. Why was my family so obsessed with today? It looked totally normal to me.

A sudden screech and I jumped, my attention pulled to the sky. To my horror, it looked like a cloud of flies had invaded, every other spot of sky blocked by black and white winged creatures. I stepped back towards the door to scurry back inside, and was hit with a volt of electricity. 

I yelped and one of the creatures, drawn by my cry, swooped down towards me. I threw my arms up to cover my head and braced for impact. 

A slew of angry Spanish and the feeling of my fathers arms as he pushed me into his arm protectivity. I opened my eyes to see the glowing red eyes of my Uncle Vox and the angry expression of my Auntie Velvette. I looked up to my fathers face and yelped when I saw the sharp teeth that made up his smile. Fear wracked my body as he cut down the creature with a single bullet. 

“It’s Papi, bebita. Shussh, niña papá está aquí,” he muttered. 

He turned around and with the wave of his hand a sharp blue light, Uncle Vox opened the previously locked front door. My father carried me inside, my Uncle and Aunt following close behind.

“Breath, little girl,” my father said softly as soon as the doors closed. “Papi is here. You’re safe.” 

I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until his words. His hand pressed to my chest and I let out a slow exhale as I buried my face into him. Tears welled up in my eyes and he held me tighter. 

“Calm down baby, you’re safe,” he said softly. “Come on, deep breaths for Papi.” 

He shifted me and kissed the top of my head as he cradled me to his arms. A sharp crack and sizzle against the door and I looked up in horror at the blackened figure pressed against the glass. 

“Val, we should take her upstairs,” Vox said firmly. “Back to her room, if she needs you. Vel and I can hold down just fine.”

My father nodded and he carried me up the stairs. I laid my head on his shoulder and stuck my thumb in my mouth. Unlike every other time, my father let me. As soon as we got into my bedroom, he closed the door and sat me down on the bed.

“Bebita. We told you to stay with Issac,” he scolded as he knelt down. He ran his hands down my arms and squeezes gently. “Are you hurt?” 

I shook my head no and looked him up and down. He looked like my Daddy. He sounded like my Daddy. But I couldn’t shake the fear- my Daddy didn’t have sharp pointed teeth. 

“Open your mouth,” I demanded in response. “Say Ah.”

He raised an eyebrow but obliged. To my relief, his teeth looked completely normal.

“But I thought..you had..outside, Daddy your teeth,”

“I told you it was a special day,” he said soothingly. “That’s why we keep you inside away from the windows. Our minds play extra scary tricks on us, today of all days.” 

He must have seen the fear that I was sure showed on my face because he carefully lifted me up and I clung to him tightly as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Daddy is here baby, you’re okay. You just have to listen when we tell you to do something,” he said softly. “Are you ready to go back down to Issac or do you want Daddy to stay with you?” 

“You,” I mumbled into his neck. “Daddy, I’m scared. And I want Mommy.”

He sighed but laid us both down on the bed. 

“Lay down on your tummy, I’ll rub your back. Mommy will be home soon. And I know you’re scared, baby, but I promise you you’re safe. Okay?” 

I closed my eyes and under the weight of his hand, I felt myself relax. Tiredness washed over me and I closed my eyes.

“Daddy? You promise to keep me safe, always?” I asked sleepily. 

“Always baby girl,” my father replied back, “always.”

[nctsplug02]

horny dad jaehyun

hands off || jeong.j

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: creampie, horny dad!jaehyun, clit play, dirty talking, sexual touching, groping (ass and tits), nipple kink (sucking and pinching), unprotected sex missionary and riding.

pairing: horny dilf!jaehyun x milf!reader,, extras: dreamies (no mark, sorry!), jaemin as the son and sungchan as the baby brother!

6K post! thank you, loves! i love you all so so much! i am very grateful for you all. thank you for the love and support! 💗

“mom! dad! i’m home from school! and i brought some friends!” jaemin shouts and tucks his keys away into his backpack.

“welcome home, hon. hi, boys.” you greet the group of teens. “you boys hungry?” you adjust the child on your right hip. “ah, we just had tteokbokki, ma.” jaemin throws a frown towards you. “oh, that’s okay. just let me know if you boys are hungry or bored.”

they all nod before running off to jaemins room.

you turn when hearing heavy breathing. “hey, babe. did you fix rubies sink?” rubie is the seventy-six year old neighbor who lived alone and behind your house. “yep— she tried paying me again, but i declined it.” he yanks his shirt off and uses it to wipe his sweat.

“such a sweet old lady.” you walk up to him and you lift yourself on your tiptoes while pressing your lips onto his.

“is jaemin home now?” you nod, adjusting the boy on your hip again. “he is— and he brought some of his friends. i totally forgot that he’d asked me last week if he could have some friends over to spend the night. i mean, i didn’t even get food and snacks and drinks— oh, my.” you sigh dramatically and jaehyun chuckles. “i can run to the store and get some things for them. board games, snacks, juice, movies, dinner?”

you grin in relief. “i’m so thankful to have you.” you press your hand on his chest before leaning up and pressing your lips onto his again. “and i’m very thankful to have you.” he stares at your lips as you pull away.

the boy on your hip starts to fuss as jaehyun pats your hips. “ooohh’m, you getting mad?” you push your lips out at the boy who starts to whine. “you hungry? mm’okay, let’s get some nummy food.” your husband stares down at you with the toothy and goofiest grin.

“hi, sweet boy. did you just wake up from your nap?” jaehyun asks— after all, the child cried for hours because of a small fever. “what a cutie.” jaehyun lightly pinches the boys cheek.

you frown as the boy starts to whine. “awww, is daddy being mean? say, no daddy. be nice.” you mimic a baby voice and jaehyun laughs.

“alright, i’ll go get the stuff and you’ll feed sungchan?” you nod and jaehyun plants a kiss on your forehead. “okay, i’ll be back in an hour or so.” he says checking his watch. “‘kay, love you.” you lean forward. “love you more.” he presses his lips onto yours before he swipe his phone, keys and wallet off the kitchen counter and leave.

it was 8PM and dinner was finished.

“jaemin, sweetheart, do you mind doing the dishes before you go play games with dad and your friends?” jaemin nods, quickly finishing his bowl before coming over to you. “thanks, hon.” you side-hug him and press a kiss on his temple.

“mrs jeong, may i know how you made this dish? i want to make it for my mom one day.” haechan asks and you grin.

you were gonna get into this. “i diced some garlic into small pieces and let it simmer in some oil. then i added some meat and let it cook for a bit until adding some oyster sauce and some chili powder. then i added some buk-choi after the meat was cooked.”

the group of boys hum. “did you guys—? oohh, no! channie!” you gasp when seeing channie covered in baby food.

you make your way to the boy who giggles. “he looks like an actual sandman character!” jeno points out making sungchan giggle even more. “is that’s funny, channie?” you ask the boy who tosses his arms up.

“now, we definitely have to give you a bath tonight.” you sigh, undoing the tray from his high-chair and unbuckling him out. “okay, well you boys do what you want— i’m gonna go give this little boy a bath.” you tickle his belly making him giggle.

they watch as you leave upstairs. “what a milf.” haechan makes a comment and earns a smack to his head from jaemin who returns from the kitchen. “i’m sorry.” he hangs his head low and quickly apologizes. “don’t make those comments about my mom.” jaemin grits his teeth and curls his lip.

“alright boys,” jaehyun comes into the dining room and claps his hands together. “you boys ready to play some games? i set it all up.” they quickly cheer and hop out of their seats.

“is everyone comfortable?” you ask after the movie is finished. “yes!” they all answer and you grin.

it was 11PM and they’d just finish playing games, meanwhile you had to put sungchan to bed before wishing the boys a goodnight.

“goodnight, kiddos. sweet dreams and, don’t let the bedbugs bite. tomorrow we’ll get up early and i’ll make some delicious breakfast for us before we head out and mess around.” you shut the light off and they all wish you a goodnight as you shut the door.

you sigh as you make your way to your bedroom. “hi, baby.” jaehyun was yanking off his shirt when he greets you. “hi, hon.” you tiredly grin, swiping your shirt off and grab the shirt he had just took off.

“ah,” his head turns to you. “baby, that’s dir—?” he pauses and clears his throat. “your.. you aren’t wearing a bra.” you toss the shirt over your head. “yeah, i didn’t feel like wearing one today.” you fix the shirt.

you look up to see your husband flushed.

after being married for years, he’d always get shy when seeing you naked.

“uhm,” he clears his throat. “i’ve been wearing that shirt all day, im sure it’s dirty. how about we get you a clean one of mine from the closet—?” you press your lips together. “mm, i guess you have a point.”

he gulps as you swipe the shirt off again. “or.. or you don’t have to wear a shirt to bed, tonight?” a smile grows on your lips. “i guess we could also do that.” he gets giddy as you toss the shirt.

“i feel.. so exposed?” you laugh and cover yourself. “what? no, no. you look so beautiful.” he takes a step closer and cups your breast from underneath.

with puppy eyes, he looks at you. “may i?” you knew what he wanted, so you nodded.

he picked you up and places you on the dresser under the TV. his mouth is then attached to you nipple after you had wrapped your arms around his neck.

he groans in satisfaction.

you tasted like sweet honey.

you run your fingers through his semi-wet hair. taking a fistful of it from the scalp. you chew on your bottom lip, not wanting to be loud as you moan quietly.

he tongue swirls around your hard nipple and sucks. he bites down making you gasp a bit. “mr jeong,” you say in a teasing tone. he groans around your nipple, again and lifts you off the dresser.

he lays you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. “my pretty lady.” he whispers, swiping your nipple with his thumb. “such a pretty.. pretty lady.” he undoes his sweats and hisses when grazing his rock-hard cock.

“feel what you do to me, baby.” he brings your hand down and allows you to fist his cock. “oh, baby.” he groans, hiding his face into your neck.

you lift his head and look down at his plumped lips. “you’re so loud, baby. do you want to wake up the boys?” jaehyun groans and brings his red face back into the crook of your neck. you grab his hand and push aside your panties, placing his hand on your core.

“fuck, you’re so wet.” jaehyun sighs and slips in two fingers making you arch your back off the bed. “and only for you.” you whisper and jaehyun flips the two of you over.

“ride me, baby.” jaehyun says, his pink cock sitting against his abdomen while your pussy drips.

you stand his cock up and sink yourself down on his cock. long extended groans leaving jaehyun and your throats.

“fuck.” jaehyun squeezes your waist and slowly pushes up. “slow.” you say, hands around his wrists. “whatever you want, baby.” jaehyun guides your hips back and forth.

your clit rubbing against his base as you moan under your breath.

you sigh and lower your upper half down, pressing your breasts firmly against jaehyuns chest. “how does it feel, baby?”

like your head weighted 300 pounds.

“feels.. so amazing.” jaehyun holds your hips still and pushes up his hips. “sit still and let me hear how pretty you sound.” jaehyun grunts and slides his hand down your ass cheek.

your moans and whimpers growing louder and louder by each second. “j—jae, i—i’m gonna cum.” you gasp and arch your chest against jaehyuns. “go ahead, baby. cum for me.”

jaehyun fucks you through your orgasm. “ah—!” jaehyun winces at your teeth digging into his shoulder. “fuck, baby.” jaehyun groans and plows harder. his balls flying up and smacking against your ass.

“b—babe!” jaehyun covers your mouth when you accidentally scream too loud. but, you could care less. your g-spot was busy being assaulted by his tip. “and, i—im the loud one?” jaehyun laughs.

after several more minutes, jaehyun releases his load with a groan. his teeth attacking your flesh while his cum dribbles past your lips.

jaehyun flips the two of you over and pushes himself up, his cock slowly drawing out. “round two?” you ask and jaehyun smirks. “of course, baby.” you groan and jaehyun laughs.

“i’ll do the work, momma.” jaehyun holds your legs up and hangs them over his shoulders.

“oh, my god.” you gasp and place your hand on jaehyuns hip when he pushes in. “shh, lets not wake up the boys and ruin mommy and daddy time.” jaehyun spanks your ass.

you grab the pillow and cover your face, muffling your screams and moans. “you’re so cute when you do that.” jaehyun rubs the stinging area where jaehyun had smacked just a few seconds ago.

“your pussy feels so good, baby.” jaehyun places his thumb on your clit and your hips stutter. “s—stop!” you hold his hand but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.

you clench around him and jaehyun lands another smack on your ass. “don’t tease me like that, baby.”

you and jaehyun went, again for several more rounds.

“did anyone hear what happened last night?” jeno asks when everyone else wakes up. “what happened?” haechan asks. “did sungchan wake up and cry all night?” jaemin asks and jeno shakes his head.

“your parents were having sex all night.” jaemin groans and covers his ears.

they all flinch when they door swings open. “oh, good. you boys are awake.” you grin at the boys. “i was just going to make breakfast. it’ll be ready in a few minutes.” you slowly close the door.

“milf.” haechan says and covers his head this time.

A/N: this was so shit.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

You know what? I'm gonna say something that'll probably sound controversial but it's something I honestly Believe.

Black Sun would've been greater pandering than Bumbleby.

This isn't to say that Black sun is bad, I think Black Sun it makes sense and is a good ship, and I fucking love it, but I ship weird shit anyways.

I'm also not going to repeat how and why the Bees make sense, people more eloquent and patient than I have, and I don't want to waste my time mimicking them.

I will, however, say this.

Blake shared a Room with Yang for the entire time they were at Beacon, so about a semester, ~15 weeks, or 3-4 months before Blake met Sun.

Even assuming Blake spent every hour she could with Sun outside of school, she'd spend a majority of her time with her team, including Yang.

This would give her at least equal time between these blonds.

Then the fall happens, and she spends, let's say, three or four months with Sun in Menagerie and on the ship, before meeting back up with her team, thus giving Sun and Yang ample and equal time together.

Blake then spends time with her team, and Yang, going from Mistral to Atlas, and all the time then spend in Atlas.

So for CRWBY to have made Black Sun canon would've severely changed Canon, I believe for, the worse, even if the Bees didn't happen, because that would mean either we'd need to bring SSSN onto the main group, or Sun would have needed to not grow as a character from being with Blake for those months, or the relationship would've been a mute point because Sun returns to his team at the start of volume six.

This is not Anti-Black sun. I am a dirty, filthy multishipper, capable of seeing the aspects of nearly every ship on this fandom.

But I do think Canon RWBY would've been worse off with Black Sun.

[cinderellaboyheadcanons]

Deacon's the one who listens to emo music.

If anyone's gonna wallow in their room, headphones in after school, listening to songs about parents not understanding you- it's Deacon.

Just imagine he's in highschool, and he overhears someone in the hall talking about MCR. And he's like "Oh yeah I remember that" because back in middle school, his friend had an emo phase and he was always telling Deacon about the bands he was into or playing songs when they hung out. To the point it makes that name stick out in his mind five or six years later.

Then later that night, burned out after hours of homework from the AP classes his parents make him take, he remembers that converstaion in the hallway. Out of curiosity or maybe for nostalgia, he looks up a song- and whoa. Sure he's heard it before, but he'd never paid it much attention. It was always something going in the background. Right now is his first time actually listening. When the song's over he replays it, then he spends the whole night listening to the rest of the album, looking for other bands, until whoops it's five am when he falls alseep at his computer.

Day two, he tries to reel it back a bit like, "Okay yesterday was a lot, just gonna find two new songs and then I'm going to bed." [He will not follow through and proceed to do the same thing at least 5 times.]

I don't think he'd exclusively listen to emo, but I think it'd be a genre he's super into. Especially ballads.

Extra: Don't know what to call it, but another style of music I think he'd like is whatever common denominator there is between Slipping through my Fingers, Dreaming of You, and Frente a Frente by Jeanette (maybe not this specific song cause he doesn't speak Spanish but that style for sure).

Deacon Headcanons

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - drug use,, sexual refrences

y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused🩷

Chapter 7

The day before I was to leave for Germany, Matt took me aside and said, “Baby, as much as I hate to say it, we’re gonna have to face it. Our time is up.” I broke down and hung onto him tightly, burying my head in his chest.

“I’m not leaving,” I said, sobbing. “I’m not leaving you. I’ll call my parents and say I missed the plane.”

“C’mon, Baby. You think they’re gonna fall for that?”

“Then I’ll tell them the truth: that I love you and that I won’t come back.”

“Hey, hey.” He was trying to calm me. “You’re just gonna make it worse for the next time. I’ve been thinkin’, I always wanted you to see Graceland. But right now, I’ve got some business to take care of in Boston for a few weeks, and then I’ve gotta do another film. So if you go back and do well in school and behave yourself, maybe your parents will let you spend Christmas at Graceland with me and my family.”

I loved the idea, but Christmas was six months away. Anything could happen between now and then.

That night in bed Matt held me very close for a long time. I felt that he was doing more than just comforting me. He was telling me how deeply he cared.

And more than that: His deep belief in consummating our love affair only in marriage gave me hope for the future.

Later, our lovemaking had more feeling and intensity than ever before. Matt wasn’t going to let me go home without my taking a little of him with me. He didn’t enter me; he didn’t have to. He fulfilled my every desire.

“I want you back the way you are now,” he whispered just before dawn. “And remember, I’ll always know.”

I smiled and nodded. I couldn’t conceive of wanting anyone but him.

Matt didn’t walk me into the airport. We kissed goodbye in the limousine. It was a tender but excruciatingly brief moment. I didn’t think the pain could have been greater even if he told me I’d never return.

I walked onto the plane like a robot. I was in a daze that lasted throughout the eleven hour flight. I talked to no one and didn’t care who saw the tears constantly streaming down my face. My world had come to an abrupt end. Finally I closed my eyes and in my mind I relived every moment of my visit. Suddenly the stewardess was telling us to fasten our seat belts for the landing. The thought of freshening up before we arrived never occurred to me. I just sat in a daze, waiting for the plane to taxi to a stop. Then I listlessly gathered up my things and made my way out.

When I first saw my parents, my mother was crying with joy at seeing me and my father was wearing a big welcome-home smile. But as I came nearer, their expressions changed from delight to absolute horror. My father turned away angrily. For a moment my mother just stared. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out a mirror, and thrust it at me.

“Look at yourself! How could you walk off the plane like that?”

I glanced at myself in the mirror and immediately understood their response. Two weeks before, I had left them, a fresh-faced sixteen-year-old, wearing a suitable white cotton suit and innocent of anything but a touch of mascara. Now, not only was I wearing the heavy makeup that Matt liked, but my tears had smeared it all over my face. I hadn’t bothered to lift a comb to my hair, which was unkept and tangled. My parents were shocked and disappointed.

Too embarrassed to look at them, I put my hand to my face and nonchalantly tried to wipe off the residue of black mascara and liner. Then I said, ‘I’d like to go to the ladies’ room.”

“You’re going straight home,” my father snapped. “If you left it on this long, you might as well keep it on another hour.” He hardly said another word to me until we got home and I washed my face.

Christmas in the family was always a major production, but Christmas 1962 was one time I wasn’t concerned about presents. I was bound for the place that I had often dreamed about but never let myself believe that I would actually see—Graceland.

Getting there hadn’t been easy. The plotting and scheming had started one morning at 2:10 a.m., when I had sleepily answered the phone to hear Matt’s voice. He seemed in great spirits. Laughing and joking, he told me that RCA had sent him some horrible demo records for his next movie. “I’m listening to ’em, Baby, and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I have to laugh because if I don’t, I’ll start cryin’.”

I chuckled sympathetically, but I could hear the sadness in his voice. Then he said softly, “Little Girl, I want you here for Christmas. I don’t care how you arrange it or what you have to tell your parents. I’ll go along with anything you say, as long as you get here.”

I was shaking as I hung up the phone. I couldn’t imagine my parents allowing me to leave again—especially at Christmas—but there was no way I was going to let him down.

After a few days of silently avoiding the subject, I casually brought up Matt’s request to my mother.

“Absolutely not,” she declared. “It’s out of the question. Christmas is for the family. That’s the way it’s always been and it’s not going to change—not even for Matt Sturniolo.”

I wouldn’t give up. My poor mother was torn between making a dream come true for her daughter and doing what was right as a parent.

“When will this end?” she murmured with an anguished expression. Finally she agreed to speak to my father.

That was the breakthrough.

Again the pleas. Again the promises.

One month later, I was on a flight bound for the United States. Matt had asked James and Angela to meet me at La Guardia Airport in New York and escort me to Boston because he didn’t want me to travel alone.

By the time we reached Boston, I was both exhausted and exhilarated. We went to James’s home on Hamilton Drive, a short distance from Graceland. Matt had left explicit instructions that only he could drive me through the gates of Graceland.

A few minutes after we arrived, he called. His father handed me the phone. Before I could say two words, Matt blurted he was on his way. Minutes later the door flew open and I was in his arms.

Graceland was everything Matt had said it would be. The front lawn was adorned with a nativity scene and the white columns of the mansion were ablaze with holiday lights. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever laid eyes on.

Inside the mansion a crowd of Matt’s friends and relatives all stood waiting to greet me. I felt relaxed and comfortable as he introduced me to everyone, because I had already met several of his friends when I was in Los Angeles.

Then Matt said, “y/nn, there’s someone special who’s waiting for you.” With a smile, he led me up the stairs and opened the door to his grandmother’s room.

“Dodger,” he called out. “Look who’s here. It’s little y/nn. She’s come a long way, Dodger, to be with little us.”

Using endearing terms like “little us” was his way of being affectionate. His mother had raised him on this sweet talk and Matt spoke it with those he cherished.

Dodger smiled and greeted me in her soft voice. “Good God, child, it took you a long time to get here.”

She was sitting in a high-backed overstuffed chair. I leaned over and she gave me a hug and patted me on the back. I was delighted at how good Dodger was looking, her hair, once completely gray, was now a natural looking dark brown. I noticed she wasn’t as thin as she’d been in Germany. At 18 Hauptstrasse, Dodger had presided over a busy household; at Graceland she had withdrawn to her room.

After Matt left us alone, I could tell something was bothering her and asked, “Grandma, how has everything been with you?” She looked at me and then down at the lace handkerchief in her lap.

“I don’t know, Hon. I’m worried about Matt and James. Matt is still upset over his Daddy’s marriage.” James and Angela had gotten married a year earlier. “He don’t spend much time at Graceland anymore and his Daddy’s worried. I hate to see the two of ’em upset like that. Lord have mercy. Matt didn’t go to the weddin’, you know. Matt is tryin’ hard, but when she comes over he just gets up and leaves the room. I don’t know if he’ll ever accept it.”

She reached for her snuffbox. It was an endearing habit that she tried to keep secret.

“But I don’t want you to go worrying about it,” she continued. “You go off and have a good time with Matt. That young’un needs you now.”

I nodded and kissed her cheek. “I promise I’ll take care of him, Dodger,” I said, feeling guilty leaving her. She worried too much, just as all the Sturniolo’s did. It was contagious.

She laughed softly and said with a smile, “Ain’t no one ever called me that but Matt.”

All that night, the guys played pool, watched TV, and hung around the kitchen badgering Pauline (“VO5”) while she played short-order cook.

I realized that there was no set routine at Graceland. Everyone came and went as they pleased. It wasn’t a home, but rather an open house, available to the guys and their dates all with Matt’s approval, of course.

The evening ended around 4 a.m., when Matt finally said good night to everyone and took my hand. I was really exhausted since, in anticipation of the trip, I hadn’t slept for two days. As I walked up the white-carpeted staircase, I closed my eyes and wished I was already in bed.

In his room, Matt gave me two large red pills, explaining, “Take these now, and by the time you come to bed, you’ll be nice and relaxed.” I really didn’t need anything, but he insisted, saying that they would help me sleep better and were a little stronger than what I’d taken before.

I didn’t recognize them. They were larger than I’d ever taken before. You’d have to be a horse to get these down, I thought, but I reluctantly swallowed them.

I went into the dressing room to bathe, and as I sank into the tub, my head settled on the edge. My arm was so heavy I could barely raise my hand; my eyelids seemed weighted. But I felt good and kind of silly.

The longer I soaked, the less energy I had and I only barely managed to get out of the tub. Trying to focus on the bed, I staggered over to where Matt was lying. Then I collapsed.

After that, I was occasionally awakened by the sound of distant voices. One time, I thought I saw Matt whispering to me. Another time I saw his father. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or hallucinating, but when I closed my eyes I could feel the room spinning around.

Then I felt a soft hand gently rubbing and patting my arm. “y/n? y/n? Hon, it’s Grandma, you all right?” Slowly I tried to lift my head, but it was too heavy and it fell back down.

“What’d you give this young’un?” I heard someone say. “You got no business givin’ her something she’s not used to. Son, maybe we ought to call a doctor. She’s in bad shape. I don’t think we should take any chances.”

I managed to focus my half-closed eyes on Matt and gave him a wink and a giddy grin.

He said, “Hell no, we’re not callin’ any doctor. Look, she’s comin’ to.”

Kneeling beside me, he held up my head, and I saw that I wasn’t in his room but lying on the white chaise lounge in his office, which adjoined the bedroom.

“What am I doing here?”

“I walked you in here after the first day,” he answered in a concerned tone. “We were trying to revive you.”

“But I just went to bed,” I said, slurring my words.

“Baby, you had us all scared. You’ve been out for two days on two goddamn five hundred-milligram Placidyls. Must have been out of my head giving them to you that way.”

“Two days! That’s two days off my trip. What’s today?”

“December twenty-third.”

“Oh no.”

“Don’t worry. We still have plenty of time.” He smiled at me and said, “I promise, Baby, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Merry Christmas,” Matt said proudly, handing me a honey-colored six-week-old puppy.

“Oh, Matt. He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, and the smallest.” I gave Matt a big hug and heard a muffled yelp between us. “Oh, Honey!” I said. “I’m sorry.” I had unwittingly just named the pup Honey.

It was Christmas Eve. Matt had prayed for a white Christmas and—as if on cue—that night three full inches of snow fell.

The gathering around the tree included James and Angela, her three sons—David, Ricky, and Billy—the entourage and their wives, and a handful of Matt’s other relatives and friends. Everyone was pleasant and made me feel welcome, though it must have seemed strange to see me rather than Nicole sitting beside Matt. Nicole had shared Christmas with him the two previous years. Sometimes I couldn’t help wondering if he missed her. It wasn’t easy for him to let go of people. I knew that.

It was fun watching Matt open gifts. “Just what I needed, another jewelry box,” he quipped, unwrapping the fourth one of the evening. He looked over at Gene Smith, one of the few people who could consistently make Matt laugh.

“You give me this, Gene?” he asked.

Gene mumbled, “Naw, M, I didn’t give it to you.”

Then Matt reconsidered. “On second thought, I don’t guess you did, Gene. It’s got too much taste.”

“Ah, M, how can you say that?” Gene was mumbling in his slow Southern drawl.

“Easy.” Matt’s eyes narrowed. “Just look at you, Gene, a living example of ba-a-a-d taste.”

Pretending to be insulted, Gene walked away scratching his head, as everyone laughed.

Although there were lots of jokes, I sensed a sadness in Matt’s look as our eyes met, and I couldn’t help recalling what he’d once said to me in Germany: “Christmas just won’t be the same at Graceland without Mom. It’ll be hard for me, and I don’t know if I can bear the loneliness. But I guess I’ll manage. God will give me the strength somehow.”

“Oh, look, Matt,” I said, trying to distract him with a large, colorfully wrapped present. “Here’s one more you forgot to open.” It was my own gift to him, a musical cigarette case, which I’d purposely saved for last. I held my breath as he unwrapped it.

He opened the box and it began to play “Love Me Tender.”

“I love it! I really do, y/nn. Thank you.”

There was a twinkle in his eyes, and I wished I could always make him this happy.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - longgg chapter again🎀

[maethegay]

Make up

A/n: I am no good at skincare, make up or fashion but I tried gang please forgive also this is way longer than I thought it was gonna be oops.

I grew up with two parents in the army and my two older brothers. We moved around a lot I never really made friends moving every few months or even years made it hard.

I was also incredibly socially awkward so that didn’t help when it came to making friends. I had my brothers and basketball to me that was enough.

I was six when my dad got me my first basketball. He taught me a few things and I became obsessed. Every day after school I’d go to the court near my house and spend hours dribbling and shooting. Some times my brothers came but they had their own things.

Caleb my oldest brother made friends super easy he always managed to have a group of people around him. And Adam my younger brother liked soccer. He tried to teach me to play but it was not for me.

Anyway due to the fact I struggled to make friends and the only people I talked to where my parents and brothers I never learned how to do anything with make up or fashion.

Not that I didn’t try. Whenever I did I ended up looking like a little boy. I did prefer a more masculine dress but I could never find an outfit that fit me. I am ashamed to admit but I do have more than one Nike tech outfit in my closet.

When Geno recruited me from UConn it was like a dream. I first got to the team and I was so awkward but Nika helped. She sat down right next to me and started talking.

She was my first friend and she helped me make friends on the team. And in class and on campus.

Now I was in my last year of college. Me and Nika had been dating for over two years and I had more friends than I thought possible.

My head rested on her chest, her hand gently tangling through my hair. My hand rested on her stomach drawing shapes against her soft skin.

Everything was perfect except one thing. I never really felt pretty. I wanted to do make up and dress how I would think looks good. But whenever I try I just get turned around and confused.

Nika was good at fashion and makeup she always looked good. I had thought about asking her so many times to help me. But it was something I never really knew how to bring up.

Another part of me never bringing it up was pressure from past relationships. When I had tried to do this stuff with past relationships and I had been told no cause ‘Mascs shouldn’t care about that stuff’.

Obviously now being with Nika I know those relationships were toxic but I still couldn’t get rid of the thoughts.But Nika was different I knew she wouldn’t get upset.

“Ni?” I murmur pulling away slightly to look at her. She smiled softly and brushed my hair from my face. “Can you help me with like fashion and stuff. I know I don’t really act like I care but I wanna feel pretty sometimes to ya know.”

Nika gave me a giddy smile cupping my face in her hand. She had asked to do my makeup and skincare before but as you know internalized hate from my exs made me to scared.

“Of course. Tomorrow 8am I’m taking you on a shopping spree and for tonight baby we’re doing skincare.”

I smiled and took her hand dragging her to the bathroom. I jumped up onto the counter and looked at her as she grabbed a bunch of stuff and put it on the counter.

“Frog head band or shark,” she said showing me two fluffy head bands.

“Shark obviously.” I say snatching the head band from her left hand. She smiled and put on the other.

“Now this is definitely not something to do every night. But it is fun once every now and then.” I nod an watch her grab the first bottle turn out this first bottle was like one of a million things we would be doing.

After like 7 other steps she put a face mask on me. I made the horrible mistake of licking my lips.

“Ew Nika this tastes horrible.” I say as I spit in the sink which did not make the horrible soapy taste leave my mouth. Nika laughed and kissed my lips.

“You’re not supposed to get in your mouth.” She laughed and she pulled off the mask. She used a washcloth and rubbed of the extra residue.

There were a few more steps and I was practically falling asleep by the time Nika was done. I smiled leaning my head against her shoulder. I still sat on the counter, Nikas hand scratched my back and she kissed my head.

“Come on baby. Big day tomorrow.” She said, her hands slid under my thighs and lifted me off the counter. I wrapped my arms around her neck.

Nika always made me feel safe and comfortable. She helped me break down my shell and let me feel like I could be well a girl.

She carried me over to the bed and laid me down pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you Nika,” I mumble as I close my eyes pulling our blanket up to cover my face.

“I love you too. I’m glad you feel safe with me.” She said laying behind me. Her hand grabbed my hip and pulled me into her my back colliding with her front.

“Mhm,” I mumble as Nika’s hands dipped under my shirt to trace more shapes on my torso. It’s something she had always done and something I had always loved.

I woke up before Nika she slept comfortably I smiled and pulled her close to me. I held her close to me. My hand gently scratching her back.

I leaned back and looked at the clock it was only 6:30 and I decided I’d let her sleep in awhile longer. I was comfortable and the feeling of the brunette’s body against mine was perfect.

I still struggled to believe she was mine. The Croatian who laid in front of me was simply unfathomable to my mind.

She was actual perfection. She was beautiful, her silky brown hair and big brown doe eyes. She was hilarious without even trying. She so was determined I’ve never seen someone work so hard.

I heard a whine come softly from her mouth, that was how I knew she was walking up. I kissed her head and looked down her big eyes looking at me.

Nika was not a morning person she whines and shut her eyes slamming her head into my chest. I laughed tangling my hand in her hair holding her head against my chest.

“We gotta go shopping baby. Pretty me up and shit,” I whisper, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. She looked up and me glaring slightly.

“You’re already pretty. You just dress like a 10 year old boy.” She said her voice strong with her accent. I smiled and laughed with her. “I’m going to call my parents and then love we’re going shopping.”

“Ok baby,” I say leaning back in the pillows as Nika got up and walked to the bathroom. She always got ready while she talked to her parents.

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling, eventually I fell back asleep. I didn’t even know until I heard Nika laughing her ass off. I peeled my eyes opened and glared at her.

“What is so funny,” I said my voice cracking since I had just woke up again. She laughed and turned her phone to me.

It was a picture of me. Not only was I knocked out asleep, but my mouth was wide open and had hair all over the place.

“Nika Muhl you better delete that,” I say reaching for her phone she turned away pulling it to her chest.

“But you’re so cute,” she said sticking out her bottom lip in a pout. She leans down and kisses my lips.

“You better not show no one that,” I mutter as I stumble to the bathroom. I promptly get ready, brushing my hair and teeth and pulling on some baggy jeans and a white tee. “I’m ready to go shopping,” I say jumping out of the bathroom and looking at Nika who laid on our now made bed.

She looked up from her phone and smiled at me. I walked over and leaned slightly forward again for bed frame.

“I’m so excited. And I ordered Starbucks for while we shop so we need to pick it up.” She tells me grabbing her purse from the night stand. I push myself up and take her hand in mine

We had decided to take Nika’s car since it was better on gas and much smaller than my truck so leaving after shopping at that mall which would be almost certainly packed since it was Saturday would be easier.

I insisted on driving even though she had volunteered. Nika wants to drive most of the time and I’m not complaining but I felt useless if I didn’t. She was planning the whole day to help me the least I could do was drive.

We made a quick stop at the Starbucks just off campus and I ran inside to grab me and Nika’s drinks. She got a matcha of some sort and she had order my favorite drink for me.

The drive to the mall we had decided to go to, well Nika decided we go to was about an hour away from campus. Hence us waking up early to go. We left around 9 so we’d get there just as the shops open.

I’m not one for crowds so going when it’s first opening when there are less people is for the better.

The whole drive Nika’s hand rested on my thigh. We talked now and again about school, and she told me how her family was doing back in Croatian. We spoke about my oldest brothers wedding which was coming up in about 2 months and how we still needed to get Nika a dress.

We reached the mall, the parking lot was slowly filling up but not full enough to where we couldn’t find a spot.

“Where to first?” I ask, usually I only went to a store or two. Most of what I wore was the same plain shirt is 2 dozen colors, sweat pants and jeans.

“Well I made a pin board while we drove. It’s just some things I think look good and we could see what you like or don’t like.” She leaned over showing me her phone which somehow had 100 pins.

I nodded and told her which things I liked and didn’t like. I didn’t care for the shoulderless shirts, or the random flannels or extra unbuttoned shirts that were different color.

Nika didn’t seem offended when I said things she just nodded, removed the pin and moved on asking if I liked the next outfit.

I found I liked the baggier pants, and jorts especially with baggy shirts. Which I also helped me find I liked graphic tees and when they had long sleeves under.

Nika told me I liked streetwise aesthetic which i didn’t really get but I nodded along anyway.

Nika lead me into like 7 different stores where I managed to try on 20 different things every time. I didn’t like everything some shirts were to boxy and some of the pants drooped to low for my liking.

There were some things I loved though and after the first few stores of the day my arms were full of bags.

I was happy but damn was I tired. I flopped down on a bench and rested my head on Nika’s stomach as she stood in front of me. She laughed and ran her hand up and down my back.

“How are you feeling,” she asked as I looked up at her.

“Girl I am so tired,” I groan “How do people do this for fun?” I ask leaning my head back. A laugh fell from Nika’s lips.

I loved when she laughed. Sometimes I just talked about dumb stuff because I knew Nika would laugh. It was so perfect every time. I think it was one of the first things I fell in love with about her.

“Admit it you were having funny when you were trying things on.” She said as she set a few of my bags down on the ground next to us. I smiled and looked back at her.

“Yeah I guess it was kinda fun playing dress up.” I smile and kiss her temple. “Where to next?” I ask picking up the bags.

“Let’s go drop these off at the car. And the take a quick trip to Sephora and maybe Ulta.” she said, I nodded and followed behind her to the car. We loaded everything in the trunk and a few bags in the back seat.

Nika took my hand and lead me into the store. This was what I was most nervous about. At least I kinda understood clothes makeup did not make sense. Sure I have watched Nika do her make up hundreds of times but none of it made sense.

“I don’t think we’re gonna get foundation I know you don’t like having to much on your face.” She said as she pulled me towards the concealer.

“You’re right. I would feel like I’m wearing face paint all the time.” I agree as I follow behind her. Her eyes looked between the seemingly dozens of different concealers.

She would look at me and the back and the concealer. She would grab one then look at me again and grab another one. She had about six different shades after a few minutes. If you asked me it was excessive but than again I’m not a makeup person.

“Give me your wrist.” Nika said with an outstretched hand. I reached out my arm so she could test the concealer. She did a swatch and then would tell me about how it was too orange or too light.

To be honest I zoned out and just thought about how cute her voice was and how concentrated she looked as she compared the different colors to my skin. God she’s cute.

“I think this one will be good. Don’t you love?” She said pointing to the fifth swatch on my arm. I looked down and sure enough it blended into my skin quite well.

“Oh that’s nice.” My eyes trailed the rest of my arm “I kinda look like a zebra.” I say twisting my arm in the light, she laughs softly and puts the concealers away minus the one I was getting of course.

“Let’s get some blush, mascara, eyelash curler, eye brow gel and a brush. And ooo primer. We can just get you the kind I like. And then you already have a collection of summer Fridays so we’re good there.”

90% of what Nika has just said didn’t make sense to me. Summer Fridays did though. For some reason I tried Nika’s one time and fell in love with it. I had every flavor minus the mint one. I don’t like mint.

We bought the rest of the stuff and holy shit was make up expensive. Nika also explained to me I can’t just get make up wipes I should use micellar water so make up doesn’t get in my pores.

We drove home. Nika drove this time while I slept in the passenger seat for some reason I could play an entire basketball game running up and down the court but shopping wore me out like a bitch.

Eventually we got home and I ended up sitting on the counter again Nika standing between my legs.

“Can’t we do this tomorrow?” I groan laying my head on her shoulder. It was 4pm there was really no point of putting on makeup. She smiled and wrapped her arms around me.

“I suppose so… but make up is so fun. Trust me baby.” I nod and think it over for a moment.

“Alright. Pretty me up pretty girl.” I say leaning back and resting on my hands.

“Ok this is primer. It makes it easy for makeup to be applied basically.” She says, as she puts a few drops on my face. She gently rubs it into my face.

“It feels sticky,” I murmur.

“Then concealer. You put this over discoloration eye bags really anything you want to cover up. Here.” She hands it to me and i but small swatch’s under my eyes and a a few other places.

Nika takes one of the brushes we bought and blended in into my skin, blush filler next, then she did my eyes brows an eye lashes.

Fun fact you’re not supposed to close your eyes when you curl your eye lashes. The more you know know I guess.

I hoped off the counter and looked in the mirror. I smiled, I felt pretty. Nikas stood behind me arms wrapped around my waist her head resting on my shoulder.

“You look beautiful my love. Not because of the make up, there’s just this energy radiating off of you.” She says as she kisses my cheek.

“Thank you Nika. For everything.”

[usergrantaire]

episode six lesgo

- don’t worry boo you’ll get your eight hour workday (eventually)

- tired of this cold politeness i need bertha and enid to get into a screaming match immediately. maybe we’ll get a bitch slap or two if we’re lucky

- not the butler beef

- im here for lesbian con artist maud and i am ready to be disappointed

- aw ada is honeymooning at niagara falls

- jack and his wee alarm clock bring me so much joy

- how much would 35 dollars in 1883 be in 2023

- jesus it’s $1066.19

- arthur has made some real bad mistakes but i can’t truly hate him i think. i see where he’s coming from and he really does just want the best for peggy even if he’s misguided in going about it

- ooh i like that they’re getting into how the north wasn’t that great for people of colour either

- “im afraid i made [his bad back] worse” and here i thought ada was cracking a dirty joke 😭

- oh naur is the reverend going to die soon i know how jf works

- “it’s not as if you’re a real teacher” oh he’s definitely getting jilted at the altar

- where did peggy get ye olde lip gloss

- not the cockney lady’s maid

- the opera house guy has such a poor little meow meow look about him…..

- pumpkin 🥹

- oh naur bannister’s already ratted church out lmao

- oscar is gonna get conned isn’t he

- oh that pink dress and hat are fabulous

- the reverend is definitely gonna die

- don’t worry gladys your mom’s gonna sell you to a duke 💀

- why is the butler beef one of the most riveting parts of this show

- dashiell don’t you know it’s in bad form to propose so publicly

- also the camera lingering on larry

- “if you really want me to” THAT ISN’T A YES MARIAN

- peggy establishing Boundaries we love to see it

- poor people don’t get the privilege of going to school mr russell

- “you cannot buy a duke” oh you absolutely could at this point in history, they were all broke as fuck

- oh shut up armstrong

- there jf goes again with never showing the important conversations taking place and only giving us the reactions after

- BRUHHHHH he has CANCER

- did they not have more material for a bigger barricade?

- finally george follows through on that “is it really so bad to let them spend time with their families” instinct

- strike storyline is a bit clumsily handled tho but i never expected much from jf to begin with im gonna rewatch north and south now

that’s it for the week i’ll see y’all next time

[cloudyartboi]

Vent post

I don’t even think Imma draw any art for this post cuz the art that comes with all my vent posts just doesn’t serves any purpose other than to give the post a reason to even exist besides the venting part and not look all that depressing. I might delete this post later on, but I just gotta let some of this out of my system. 

Sorry if I use more mature language. This has probably been the most tiring and stressful summer of my life, partly due to having to attend summer classes to introduce me to college, but also cuz I’m having to do a ton of appointments and having to go and try to do things like apply for an ID card appointment, have to go to my college cuz I keep having issues applying for stuff, I’m having to get ready to go places at 9 or 10 in the morning, only to come back home at 3 or 4pm most weekdays (and on school days I have to wake up as early as 6am to go to school and then arrive back home at 4pm after everything), and the fact that some days I’ll have to be at school as late as 6pm.

In June I had to spend a lot of the early month getting ready for my graduation, getting application stuff sorted out, and starting summer classes, and now in July, I gotta deal with finals for the summer classes coming up, applying for an ID card, and also having to go out and leave the house for like six hours during certain days.

I feel like this is the world’s way of showing me how adulthood’s gonna be like since I’m almost 18 years old now………………………… Either way it’s definitely doing a good job at making me feel even more like I’m definitely not gonna handle it well…..

There’s also stuff like me feeling kinda empty inside a lot of the time, and I usually feel alone during the night despite that being the time where I’m the most active and motivated to do anything. I at least have some ppl I can talk to and they’re great, but there’s still this feeling of emptiness and wanting to find more ppl even tho I already friends, so am I just an ungrateful dumbass who can’t be happy for having things pretty good all things considered?

I would’ve said I didn’t feel as bad as I did last year, and while that’s probably true with the lonely part, other factors, and especially the ones that are a result of me about to enter the adult world are making this summer feel way more stressful than the previous one.

You might be better off just ignoring this since I just made this as a way to let some feelings out.

Again might delete later…..

[jessybarnes]

Shake My Nerves, Rattle My Brain

Fandom: Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Chapter One: The Shot of a Lifetime

Characters: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, Tom "Iceman" Kazansky, Nick "Goose" Bradshaw, Tom "Stinger" Otowaczeck, Bill "Cougar" Cortell, Sam "Merlin" Wills, Mike "Viper" Metcalf,

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI

Tags: Slight angst, mentions of panic attacks, mentions of dangeous flight combat maneuvers, military talk, pining, language, Maverick is a cocky little shit, okay?, use of call signs, and I think that's it, but if I missed something please tell me and I'll add it. :)

Word Count: 1,494

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This will feature some of the same dialogue from the movies. I do NOT own the dialogue but am merely putting my own adaptation of the movies. :)

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

"I've got to give you your dream shot. I'm gonna send you up against the best. You two characters are going to Top Gun." 

Stinger's words replay in Maverick's mind over and over as he packs his bags. Despite his best efforts, he initially didn't score high enough to be able to snag the spot at Miramar. Maverick was just about to buy Goose a twelve pack and spend the night apologizing to him for not being good enough. Because that's what it all came down to. 

Skill. 

Top Gun only takes the best of the best. Even if his father was a well-known Navy pilot, that still wasn't going to guarantee him a chance to train and be part of the best fighter pilot school in history. 

Cougar and his RIO were all set to go until the incident on their most recent mission. Maverick isn't sure what happened up there, but something spooked him. Whether it was the missile lock tone blaring in his ears from the MiG on his six or the thought of never coming home to see his family, he didn't know. Probably a bit of both. Either way, Cougar decided to turn in his wings which automatically gave the number one spot to him and Goose. 

Maverick zips up his duffle and tosses it with his other bags. He looks around the now empty space and smiles to himself just as his best friend leans against the door frame. 

"You ready, Mav?" 

Pete flashes his RIO a smile and picks up the bag he just finished packing, slinging it over his shoulder. 

"I was born ready, Goose. We better head to the airport. Our flight leaves in an hour." 

Maverick sighs as he flops down on his couch. He and Goose had been unpacking for hours and now that they're finally done, he's beat. He takes a long pull of his beer and licks his lips. He was never one to sit still for too long. He always has to be doing something. 

"Hey, Goose! I think I'm gonna head out for a bike ride. Ya know, scope out the scenery." 

"So in other words, you're gonna go check out the ladies." 

He rolls his eyes at his best friend's quick wit, but in all honesty he isn't necessarily wrong. He's young and well, he knows he isn't lacking in the looks department. 

"Yeah, yeah. I'll be back later." 

He doesn't wait for a reply, just slides into his leather jacket and grabs his keys. 

The evening sun is setting beautifully by the time Maverick makes it to the long stretch of road parallel to the runway. Warm California winds whip past him as he cranks the throttle.

The excitement floods through his veins as the reality of it all sets in. He's here. He's made it. Despite everything that he and Goose have endured, his dream to win the ultimate fighter pilot trophy is finally within his reach. 

An F-14 takes off next to him as he speeds up. Smiling to himself, Maverick makes a mental note to not let anything or anyone get in his way. Because other than something happening to him or his RIO, that's the only thing that could keep him from winning. 

And there's no way he's going to let that happen. 

Maverick stares up at the projector screen as he wills himself to focus. They're learning about the history of Top Gun and dogfighting, but his mind brings his attention elsewhere. 

Everyone in this room, besides Goose and his instructors of course, is a threat to him and his success. He's about to begin mentally strategising a path to the top when the lights suddenly flick on. Mav blinks a few times and tunes back in to the instructors speech just in time to catch the end of the lesson. 

"Now, I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to our Commanding Officer here at Top Gun. The very first man to win the Top Gun trophy. You will not find a finer fighter pilot anywhere in the world. Commander Mike Metcalf, callsign Viper." 

The atmosphere changes, Maverick can feel it. Everyone watches as their Commanding Officer walks to the front of the room, his back still to the class. He can practically see the admiration and respect emanating from his fellow pilots. 

"Gentleman, you are the top one percent of all naval aviators." 

He turns and locks eyes with Maverick for a split second. "The elite."

He smiles and even though Viper isn't referring to just him, he still allows his pride to swell. 

"The best of the best." Viper scans the room before he continues, "we'll make you better." 

Maverick chews his gum as he listens. His intent is to soak up everything Viper says because if he intends to hold that trophy in his hands, then this is his first step as far as he's concerned. 

He feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and he knows he's being looked at. Maverick doesn't turn to see who it is right away, rather he continues to listen to Viper talk about what their day to day will be like. Better to be prepared so he can win than to give whoever is staring at him the time of day. 

"You'll fly at least two combat missions a day, attend classes in between, and evaluations of your performance. Now, in each combat sequence…"

Viper's words trail off into background noise as Maverick decides he's had enough. Glancing over his left shoulder he turns and is met with the bluest pair of eyes he's ever seen. 

Now, it's not unheard of for Pete Mitchell to check out another man. He may have only had sexual relations with women, but that doesn't mean he's fucking blind. He's been known to admit when another man's attractive and this one was certainly making his pulse quicken. 

He swallows thickly, his mouth suddenly very dry as he watches the pilot twirl a pen between his fingers. 

Mav feels his stomach tighten dangerouly as he imagines, for a split second, what those digits are capable of in other, more carnal, situations. He quickly realizes the taller man is still staring at him and he diverts his attention back to Viper, tuning into his speech mid-sentence.

"-teach you to fly the F-14 right to the edge of the envelope. Faster than you've ever flown before, and more dangerous. Now, we don't make policy here, gentlemen…" 

His resolve breaks again a few moments later though. Mav should have known better. He doesn't even know this guy's name yet, but the urge to look at him again is overwhelming as he gazes over his shoulder once more. 

Maverick licks his lips and moves his eyes from his deftly moving fingers up to the blonde's face. He's smirking, knowingly, like he’s read Mav's mind, and it shoots a jolt of anger through his body as he faces the front of the classroom again.

Who does this guy think he is anyway? Smirking at him with his uneven spiked hair and his dumb blue eyes and his stupid smooth lips that do not, under any circumstances, look at all kissable. 

Nope. No, sir. Not one bit. 

Maverick squirms in his seat so he can look over his other shoulder, prompting Goose to lean in towards him.

"What are you doing?"

He blinks and flashes his RIO a smile hoping he doesn't see how flustered he is. 

"Just wondering…who's the best." 

Ironically, Viper chimes in immediately after Maverick says those words. As if he heard him mumble those very words to Goose. 

"In case some of you wonder who the best is, they're up here on this plaque on the wall. The best driver and his RIO from each class has his name on it. And they have the option to come back here to be Top Gun instructors."

Viper looks around the classroom before he continues.

"You think your name is gonna be on that plaque?" 

Maverick understands that the Commanding Officer's question was most likely rhetorical, but nonetheless his cocky attitude gets the better of him. 

"Yes, sir!" 

Unbeknownst to him, the green eyed pilot supresses a laugh as Mav gauges his instructor's reaction. 

"That's pretty arrogant considering the company you're in."

Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have said anything. He breaks eye contact and nods. He's gotta go with it now, otherwise he'll look even more like a tool. 

"Yes, sir."

Viper's lip curls up into a half smile and Maverick feels like he's earned a metaphorical gold star for the day or something. 

So what if he likes being praised? Sue him. 

"I like that in a pilot. Just remember, when it's over out there, we're all on the same team. Gentleman, this school is about combat. There are no points for second place."

Viper gives a final nod to the class.

"Dismissed." 

[feitanxo]

Introduction posttttt

WHATS UP ITS MEEEE

ok i’ll start by saying that i am one of the most chaotic people in the world jus ask my best friends.

i love reading like really really really really love it. if i dont read i will die.

this introduction will probably be long-

ok.

my favorite fandom is shadowhunters. I LOVE THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS SO MUCH

mangos.

Im so in love with Jace, he’s so perfection.

I also really love music, BUT THE ONLY MUSIC I LISTEN TO IS ABEL’S.

HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE ABEL’S SONGS:

Or nah, king of the fall, reminder, call out my name, less than zero, curve, earned it, double fantasy, after hours, how do i make you love me, shameless, angel, scared to live, six feet under, hurricane, love me harder, wicked games, valerie, coming out strong, smile, snowchild, party monster, i feel it coming, thursday, over now, one right now, starboy, popular, die for you, creepin’, save your tears, out of time, K-POP, heartless, unfazed, dark times, in your eyes, power is power, can’t feel my face, sacrifice, i heard you’re married, moth to a flame, lust for life, one of the girls, the hills, false alarm, and more.

My favorite thing is to read while listen to his music.

well, its already obvious, but my favorite game is genshin impact. i play on asia server with the UID 870141767, pls add me i have no friends :(

CHILDE IS LOVE CHILDE IS LIFE IF I CAN’T HAVE CHILDE THERE’S NOTHING LEFT. MY LOVE, MY DARLING, MY HEART, MY EVERYTHING!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU!! I ADORE, AM IN LOVE, AM SMITTEN, HAVE A CRUSH ON, WANT YOU SO BAD IT PHYSICALLY HURTS, ADMIRE, APPRECIATE, AM CRAZY ABOUT, HARDCORE SIMP FOR, AM FOND OF, HOLD AFFECTIONS FOR, FEEL PASSION FOR, HAS A DEEP FEELING OF CLOSENESS FOR, AM ATTACHED TO, CHERISH THE MOST, DOTE ON THE MOST, CARE FOR, LUST FOR, AM DEVOTED TO, WORSHIP FOR, YEARN FOR, HAS A WEAKNESS FOR, IDOLIZE, TREASURE, AM ABSOLUTELY CRAZY FOR YOU!!!!! CHILDE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. I WANT YOU SO BAD. YOURE MINE, AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN. I WANNA HAUL YOU ONTO MY BED AND CUDDLE YOU FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS AND YEARS. WHEN I GROW UP I AM DEFINITELY GONNA MARRY YOU. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, THE ONLY FLAME OF BRIGHTNESS IN MY DARKEST HOURS. YOU ARE PURE PERFECTION. THAT SILKY GINGER HAIR, TWINKLING BLUE EYES, AND THAT MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK..GOD, HOW COULD ANYONE NOT FALL FOR YOU?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TO THE POINT THAT ITS NOT EVEN CALLED SIMPING ANYMORE. IF YOU WERE REAL, I’D DEFINITELY MARRY YOU IN A HEARTBEAT. I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU SO MUCH..IF I DONT HAVE A SIMPING SESSION OF YOU EVERYDAY I WOULD LITERALLY DIE. I HONESTLY JUST WISH YOU WERE A REAL PERSON IN THIS WORLD..SO THAT I COULD KISS YOU EVERYDAY. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE, MY MAIN. NOBODY WILL STEAL YOU FROM ME. I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH HIODNVIWNHFVWINVJIEFVHUIFSWHNUIEFVNHEVF..JUST LOOK AT THE PARAGRAPH I WROTE YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE THE MOST HANDSOME, ETHEREAL, PERFECT, FLAWLESS, EXCELLENT, BEAUTIFUL, ATTRACTIVE, PRETTY, LOVELY, WONDERFUL, CUTE, FANTASTIC, CHARMING, STUNNING, RAVISHING, DAZZLING, STRIKING, GLAMOROUS, AMAZING, ALLURING, OUTSTANDING, AWESOME, BRAVE, MAGNIFICENT, MIND-BLOWING, GOOD-LOOKING, EXQUISITE, FABULOUS, SWEET, THOUGHTFUL, PERSON I KNOW. PLEASE, JUST BE A REAL PERSON.

was that a bit much..? nah

i have more than 1000 fictional crushes but childe’s my lifelong favorite

i also play pjsk (ISTG MY SISTER TOLD ME TO PLAY) and my darling is toya <3

idk if it seems obvious but im oddly attracted to fictional males with blonde/red/ginger hair. (fuji, cale, jace, childe, etc)

i like reADING AO3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i spend 25 hours on ao3 a day lmao

my otp is zhongchi, capichi, malace, chiscara, and more

IM BI BTW IF YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW

aND I HAVE A HOPELESS CRUSH ON THIS DUDE WHO HAS LIKE 500.8K SUBS ON TIKTOK WHO IS IN MY SCHOOL AND IN THE GRADE ABOVE MINE. ITS COMPLICATED. AND IM ALSO IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND. IDK WHY

there’s so much drama (“trauma”) in my life (do yall get it?????)

i love creating chaos.

and i also love watching animee

my favorite anime is hunter x hunter cause feitan is hawt as hell (which is also my name btw)

im a FANBOY. IDC WHAT YOU GUYS SAY IM A FANBOY

my pronouns are he/him yeah

UhhHhHhBBYUGSYBGUX anyone wanna be friends???????????????

[stargazer-sims]

Brothers

Charlie: What's the matter? Don't you like your hair?

Eden: I like it a lot, actually. I'm just depressed because every time I look at it, I'm gonna think about how it was one of the last things you did before you left.

Charlie: Wow... when you put it that way, it is depressing.

Eden: Yeah.

Charlie: You make it sound like I’m dying or something. I'm not leaving forever, you know. This first part of the tour's only going to be a couple of weeks.

Eden: I know, but I’m gonna miss you anyway.

Charlie: We'll all be back for Winterfest, and then there’s two shows in Kyoto before we head out again. Both shows don't overlap with your competition, so you should be able to get to one of them, and maybe you can even stay with me at the hotel.

Eden: Really? Nikolai and I were just going to commute, since it's only half an hour away, and I'm obviously not going to be competing every single day of the event. But, I'd like to stay at the hotel with you. That'd be fun.

Charlie: That’ll be the plan, then. You know, unless Haru wants you to stay with him in his room.

Eden: You think he will?

Charlie: I think you’re in a better position to know that than I am.

Eden: If he asks me, I’m definitely saying yes, but I still want to hang out with you for at least one night.

Charlie: Okay, but are you really going to leave Nikolai on his own for two or three nights?

Eden: No. Anya’s going to be back for Winterfest, remember? I think Nikolai will be totally fine without me.

Charlie: Right. Anya. Remind me again why we agreed to let her stay here.

Eden: Because we love Nikolai and can’t say no to him?

Charlie: Must be something like that. Incidentally, while we're on the subject of Nikolai, where is he?

Eden: At the rink. Yesterday, just as we were leaving, he met a woman who wants her kids to learn how to skate. They just came here from someplace in the UK or something, and she wants a teacher who speaks English, so it's kinda perfect.

Charlie: Good for Nikolai. It didn't take long for him to find new students.

Eden: I'm glad it didn’t. He'd have been too bored if he didn't find something productive to do soon.

Charlie: And what about you? Did you ever hear back from that dance school?

Eden: Oh! Yeah, I did! You've been so busy this past few days that I didn't get a chance to mention it. The head instructor wants to meet with me. She thinks I might be able to teach introductory lessons. You know, for younger kids.

Charlie: That's cool. I actually think you'd be awesome at that. Have you told Haru yet?

Eden: Yeah. He thinks I'd be good at it, too. Can you imagine me teaching? Do you think the kids can call me by my first name, or would they have to call me Mr. Seong?

Charlie: Around here, they’d call you ‘sensei’, but I think it’s up to you whether you let them call you by your first name or not.

Eden: Maybe I should ask Haru about the proper etiquette for something like that.

Charlie: Maybe you should. Are you still planning to go over there tonight?

Eden: To the Hideaway?

Charlie: Yeah.

Eden: I actually love that it's called that.

Charlie: Me too. I like how mysterious it sounds, but like, also cozy at the same time.

Eden: Have you been upstairs yet?

Charlie: No. That's something you're going to do before me.

Eden: I'll let you know how it is. Ji-Soo is picking me up at six o'clock.

Charlie: Okay.

Eden: I’m going to spend the night. Is that okay with you?

Charlie: Of course. I mean, who am I to get in the way of your wild night of passion?

Eden: *laughing* Haru shares a room with Taiji. We might be sleeping in the same bed tonight, but even my standards don’t include fooling around with other people in the room.

Charlie: You can let me know in the morning if you managed to stick to that.

Eden: Okay, fine. We might fool around a tiny bit, but we’re not going to do anything serious with Taiji there. We’ll be gentlemen… mostly.

Charlie: Whatever you end up doing, have fun, but be careful.

Eden: Yes, Mother.

Charlie: You’re such a brat.

Eden: Maybe, but I’m your favourite brat, right?

Charlie: Yeah, you are. That’s why you get away with as much as you do. I mean, how am I supposed to fulfill my protective older brother responsibilities and stuff if I can’t stop you from being so freakin’ cute and constantly manipulating me into letting you do whatever you want?

Eden: So, you’re saying I’m irresistible?

Charlie: I wouldn’t go quite that far.

Eden: Haru thinks I’m irresistible.

Charlie: He’s your boyfriend. That’s his job. My job is to make sure you stay safe and don’t get into too much trouble. You know, if such a thing is even possible.

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 7: The Great Outdoors

Our heroes finally go on their camping trip...

October 17th, 2042

Six am on the dot. The alarm on my phone started sounding off, waking me from my slumber. The temptation to just hit snooze and slip back into my dream of winning the state championship was driven away only by the fact that I remembered that we were going camping this weekend.

"Morning sweetheart," Mom's voice could be heard as I headed down the stairs. Surprisingly, Elise was even up this early, and mom was serving her breakfast, "Are you excited for your camping trip?"

"Oh yeah, it's great. I get a whole day off school and get to spend two days with Jack and Nico out in the great outdoors. Couldn't imagine anything better."

Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair, like I was still a kid. "Well good, I'm glad. Just remember, be safe, don't wander too far from your camp, and if you meet up with any girls, use protection."

...Huh??

"M-mom??"

"Oh, sweetie, I was sixteen once too. If you're gonna be doing it, at least do it safely. Besides, Cyrus was born when your mother was sixteen. I know what teenagers get up to. So, again, if you do it, be safe about it."

"I don't think you have to worry about that... not like I have a girlfriend."

"Well, don't rush it. Believe me, do not waste your time on someone who won't value you," She pinched my cheeks, which I tried to back away from, "And there is a lot to value. You're a smart boy, Daniel.. and I'm so proud of how you've grown up."

"Ah, mom," I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Why'd she have to get so sappy this early in the morning? "...Thanks. Love you too."

Elise broke the silence that had formed after that. "Mom! It's not fair! How come Daniel doesn't have to go to school! Can I stay home at least??"

Mom seemed to think about it for a minute, "Well... I do have the day off today... Oh, why not? Mental health days are good for avoiding burnout, right?" I watched as she nudged Elise, "We'll go see a movie, maybe get lunch at that sushi place you love? How's that sound?"

"Yesss, you're the best mom!"

"Man, I better leave before I start craving sushi. Don't think they have that out in the woods." I stood from the table, having finished my breakfast already. "I'm gonna go get dressed before the bus gets here."

"You could make sushi," Mom piped up, "Just go out there and catch a fish, get it nice and fresh."

"Somethin tells me they don't have the best sushi fish out in the lakes. Who knows what they dump in that water?"

The bus arrived not too long after I finished getting dressed, so I was quick to be there. I put my bag in the storage compartment before getting on. Jack was... already asleep, Niko sitting next to him with her earbuds in. She didn't even notice me until I took the seat next to her, yoinking one of her earbuds out and putting it in to see what she was watching.

"What we got on the playlist today?"

She shifted so I could see her phone screen. "Dude, they dropped an hour long special of Ghost Destinations. I’m only a little ways in, lemme restart for ya.”

“Yo, for real??” I sat up a bit straighter in my seat. “Have I ever told you I love you Nico?”

“Don't gotta tell me, I already know it.” There was my entertainment for the rest of the trip. Jack didn’t even stir once the entire time we were traveling… we had to make sure he was alive first. He was, luckily.

I didn’t really pay much attention to the beginning part. The obvious rules, don’t go out after dark, don’t stray too far from the campsite, don’t go on the trails alone, blah blah, boring. Then, it came time to pick tent buddies.

Of course I got Jack. Though, I quickly pulled him aside while Nico was off finding herself a bunkmate, since the boys and girls were separated. “Hey man, listen. I’m about to do you a huge favor.”

Jack grimaced at that, “I shudder to think about what you might consider a favor, Daniel.”

“No, shut up, okay, listen! This trip is perfect for you dude, you’re gonna get some quality time with Nico,” I placed my hand on his shoulder, “Trust me here. I’ll make myself scarce for you, I’ll go… I dunno, do something else. You two, go frolic in the woods, talk about.. I dunno, dreams, aspirations, whatever dumb romance movie shit, and boom. You’re in.”

I could feel Jack staring straight through my eyes into my soul. “You… are an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. Look, would you just trust me? When have I ever steered you wrong?”

“November, last year. The gym incident.”

“That’s right, never. When the teacher asks for volunteers to get firewood, Nico is gonna be all over that, you know her. All you need to do is go ahead and volunteer as well, and you are in. Trust.”

Jack seemed to think about it for a bit. “...Okay, okay. Fine. I trust you.”

“Good man. Now come on! Let’s go… do… camp, shit, I dunno, what do people do while camping?”

We ended up kicking a rock around for a couple hours. Some other people from our grade even joined in for a bit. It was the closest I’d ever felt to my classmates for my entire high school life thus far.

The day went by pretty uneventfully. Jack, Nico, and I played a little baseball to pass the time, and when finally, the teachers called for firewood volunteers, I made myself scarce. I watched from the sidelines, as Jack approached Nico. I gave him the thumbs up as I watched them talk, before finally going off on their own. Bingo. Best wingman ever, right?

Now… what the hell was I gonna do with my time?