#and skip loves being a pilot.

[kurthorton-moving]

fuck it tiktok has convinced me to make the worst decision of my life (rewatch teen wolf)

[sincerelyneo]

fifteen minutes | n.jm

“i can do a lot in fifteen minutes, only gonna take two to make you finish”

💿now playing: 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter

❯ summary: Jaemin is supposed to be on stage soon—not in his dressing room with his girlfriend. He’s on a time crunch. Good thing you can do a lot in fifteen minutes.

❯ pairings: idol!jaemin x fem!reader

❯ genre: established relationship, just pure smut

❯ words: 2.3k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni, hand jobs, mirror kink, premature ejaculation, switch!jaemin, oral sex (male receiving), neediness, cum swallowing, unprotected sex (don’t do this!), reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just quickie smut

When Jaemin first asked you to join him on tour this year, it sounded like such a great idea. He pitched it in a way he knew you couldn’t turn down: like a fun bucketlist, a silly scavenger hunt where the two of you would fuck in every city on the tour. You weren’t thinking straight at the time—just liked the sound of not being away from your boyfriend for months at a time. And sex. Lots of it.

But you only made it through two stops on the U.S. leg before things started going south. First was LA, then Oakland—both in California, which Jaemin insisted didn’t need separate hookups because they were the same state. But then one skipped stop turned into two, then five, then the entire Latin America leg went without so much as a quickie. At this point, you swear the two of you were having more phone sex when he was away than actual sex now that you’re here.

But it’s not his fault. It’s not yours, either. Tour is just so…mentally exhausting. There’s so much to do, so little time. Honestly, it hurts you, seeing how disconnected he becomes when he’s constantly on the go. It’s like his body shifts into auto-pilot, just moving through the motions: rehearsal, soundcheck, makeup, performance, sleep, repeat. He never misses cuddles before bed, though, he’s soft like that. 

And now, as you sit in his dressing room, watching his makeup artist roll her kit out, you can feel all that tension, all the frustration—yours and his—simmering in the air. You need him. You want him. You want him to relax, to take himself off auto-pilot and let his mind be here, be present, with you, in Europe, in London, at the last stop of the tour.

You get up from the couch and settle behind him as he looks into the full-length mirror. Your arms snake around his waist, and you rest your chin on his shoulder, pressing soft, feather-light kisses down his neck.

���You look pretty,” you whisper against his creamy skin, your breath so hot, so tantalizing, it forces him suck in his own sharp inhale.

“Baby…” he groans, “I have to be on stage in fifteen minutes.”

Exactly, you think. He’s a force on stage, filled with so much energy. You know that if you don’t have him now, you might not get him until you’re back home.

“Good thing I can do a lot in fifteen minutes.”

Your hand runs down the front of his stage outfit, careful not to crease anything and send his stylist into a frenzy—well, more of a frenzy than she's already going to be in for what you have planned. Jaemin watches the motion through the mirror, his nostrils flaring as his dark brown eyes lock onto your hands gliding down his body. He’s needed this, needed you, the whole tour. And now, he’s going to stand there and let you take whatever you want from him.

Your fingers fumble with his belt buckle, snapping it open just enough to toy with his zipper and palm the growing bulge in his briefs.

“Babyyy…” he groans again, voice strained, almost like it’s a struggle. And maybe it is, Jaemin hates (loves) your teasing. “We can’t—We shouldn’t.”

“You don’t want to?” you ask, glancing at him through the mirror. You flutter your lashes at him so innocently, as if you’re not currently rubbing his hard, needy cock through the thin black material. 

“Fuck…” His head falls back for a moment, but he’s quick to lift it again, his eyes needing to find you again in the mirror. He can’t look away, especially not now when you're teasing him so deliberately. “Baby, you know I want to, but fuck—fifteen minutes isn’t enough time for me to fuck you the way I want.”

You smile knowingly. You get it. When Jaemin fucks, he fucks intentionally. He likes to take his time, kissing every part of you—your wrists, your forearms, your stomach, your hips, your thighs, your ankles. All of it, like pieces of art only he gets to appreciate. He likes that you’re his, wants to remember how lucky he is to be the only one savouring every inch of you. He’s patient, thoughtful. Fifteen minutes wouldn’t give him the time to indulge like he usually does.

That’s probably why he hasn’t tried fucking you much during the tour; but right now, you don’t want careful. You want quick. You want messy. You want to make him feel good, even if it’s just for a short time.

“I never said you had to do anything,” you murmur, peppering another kiss to his neck, your voice low. “I said I can do a lot in fifteen minutes. So, please, let me make you feel good, Jaem.”

He bites his lip, conflicted. Jaemin knows he shouldn’t, really knows he shouldn’t, but the desire coursing through him is too much to ignore. He wants this, so badly. That’s why he’s letting you help him slide his briefs down, just enough. You don’t take them all the way off—time’s not on your side—but just enough to let his hard, eager cock spring free. His tip is  flushed and angry, glistening with pre-cum, thick and veiny and standing to attention.

“Shit, Jaem, this must fucking ache, baby.” 

You wrap your fingers around his cock, and he shudders the second you touch him—so sensitive. Jaemin’s eyes stay locked on yours in the mirror, pupils blown wide as he watches you slowly start to stroke him. But there’s no time for slow, no time for teasing. You have fifteen minutes to make him cum, and you will.

“God, Y/N… shit—please,” Jaemin breathes, his voice wrecked. “You’re fucking killing me.”

You just smile, sly and dirty, as you keep working him over. He’s like putty in your hand, his hips rolling forward, chasing the friction, so desperate, so fragile, so pent up. Your fingers twist and stroke, applying just the right pressure to make his whole body shudder—abs tightening, breath hitching. It’s mesmerizing. And it’s even hotter knowing he’s watching it all unfold in the mirror, eyes hazy, lips parted, completely undone by you.

You lean in, your lips just inches from his ear, and whisper, “You’re so hard for me, Jaem. It’s so pretty.”

His eyes flutter shut. He loves being pretty for you, loves being perfect when he can, loves when you tell him. His head falls back as he surrenders to the sensation, chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. And you can feel it—the way his body tenses, a different kind of tension building deep inside him.

You pick up the pace, stroking him faster, more deliberate. Long, languid strokes, your grip firm but careful, paying extra attention to the head—just the way he likes it, the way you know will get him there to make use of the time. 

You can’t help but smirk when his hips start moving more frantically, short breaths turning into whimpers, pleads—desperate, breathy begging.

“Think your stylist will be pissed if you cum on these pants?” you tease, easing the pace. “They look expensive… maybe I should stop—”

“Don’t…” pant, “You…” pant, “Dare.”

You wouldn’t—of course not. You don’t want to stop, but you’re not a menace either. You don’t want him getting into any trouble because of you. So, you do the only thing that makes sense.

You drop to your knees.

He barely has a second to process it before your mouth is on him—warm, wet, and devastating. The moment your lips wrap around his cock, sucking him deep, his vision dots, pleasure attacking him so hard it nearly knocks the breath from his lungs.

His arm shoots out, palm slamming against the mirror. “Oh, fuck… shit—baby, I’m gonna—fuck!”

You don’t slow, don’t falter—your head bobs relentlessly, determination driving you. Jaemin’s cock throbs with every glide, every flick of your tongue, and when you glance up at him—God, he’s beautiful like this. Completely wrecked.

His sweet mouth turned sinful, spilling filthy curses between gasping breaths. His glossy eyes, dilated and cloudy, drink in the sight of you. Pink lips part, and tremble, because he’s so utterly lost in the satisfaction you’re giving him. Until finally, his knees buckle, his hand slips from the mirror, and with a broken moan, he grips your head, holding you in place as his hips stutter—shattering—while he spills down your throat.

You don’t waste a drop—you take it all. The first spurt hits the depths of your throat, warm and salty, and you swallow without hesitation. Jaemin’s body jerks, shuddering through the aftershocks, broken moans filling the air. Slowly, you pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth, leaving a thin trail of cum on your lips. You want to lick them clean, let your tongue dart out to catch every last drop—but he doesn’t let you. 

His thumb gently brushes your lips, gathering up the rest of his release that you couldn’t swallow. He presses it to your mouth, rubbing slow and teasing, until you part your lips for him. You take his thumb into your mouth, sucking it clean, making a show of licking up every last drop, relishing the taste. At least you didn’t get anything on his clothes—that would have been a nightmare.

When he finally pulls his thumb from your mouth, he sighs, his body relaxing as he comes down from the high. He reaches out to pull you to your feet, and you smile up at him.

“Look at that,” you tease, nodding toward the small blue clock on the wall. “Two whole minutes.”

He groans, “Ugh… don’t remind me.”

You laugh, teasing, “Told you, I can do a lot in fifteen minutes. It’s a gift.”

Almost like a switch has been flipped, your words spark something wolfish in his eyes, and before you can process anything else, he’s pressing his mouth into yours, pushing you back against the cool glass of the mirror.

You gasp, breathless, “Jaem—what are you—”

“Making the most of my fucking fifteen minutes. I have thirteen left, no?”

“But I thought you were in a hurry—”

He cuts you off, his grip tightening around you as he presses you harder into the surface. “Put your fucking hands on the mirror, Y/N, and lift up your dress. I’m fucking you.”

You don’t protest, because it’s his turn now. His turn to wreck you, to possess you, to scramble your mind until you’re nothing but a puddle beneath him. You place your hands on the mirror, feeling the cool glass beneath your palms. It contrasts sharply with Jaemin’s firm, heated grip on your hips and his fingers that are digging into your skin. 

Making the most of his seconds, Jaemin slams into you from behind, his cock driving deep inside your pussy, movements fast and urgent. You squirm, suddenly reminded of the fact that you're in his dressing room, just a few feet away from the backstage crew. Quickly, you pull one hand away from the mirror to cover your mouth and stifle the sounds he’s about to work out of you.

Jaemin fucks into you fast. It makes you breathless, the glass fogging up around your hand as he pounds and pounds. The rhythm is frantic, the strokes short and sharp. The sound of your bodies slapping together echoes through the room, filthy, wet smacks that are almost obscene.

The two of you have never had sex like this before—though you’re definitely not complaining. It’s messy. It’s rushed. It’s wild. And it feels so damn good. His hands are everywhere—gripping your breasts, your ass, your thighs through rustled fabric. His time may be counting down, but he still needs to touch every inch of you as he moves inside you. 

“Look at how well you take me, baby,” he breathes, his teeth grazing your ear, nipping at the lobe. “Look at how perfect we fit together. Made for each other, yeah?”

You nod eagerly, your breath hitching as you whisper, “Yes.”

“Exactly,” he groans, “So damn perfect for each other. You’re gonna make me cum again, baby.”

The mirror shows a distorted reflection of Jaemin's face, twisted in pure ecstasy. His eyes are shut, mouth parted in a silent scream as he fucks you relentlessly like an animal. You feel the sweat dripping down his face, the tension rippling through his body as he chases his release.

“Not yet,” you beg, “Please, Jaem, not yet. We have six more minutes.”

He doesn’t know why he can’t hold himself back now—he usually enjoys long, drawn-out sex. It’s his favourite. But everything feels too overwhelming, too good. You, here, on tour, with the clock ticking, the stakes, it all turns him on for no reason at all. But nothing—and he means nothing—gets him harder than the thought of pleasing you. 

So, he holds back, gritting his teeth as he fucks you raw, resisting the urge to be greedy. Lets himself soak in the feeling of your warm, wet walls pulling him in instead.

And damn, it’s worth it—always so damn worth it to watch you melt beneath him, needing him to hold you up as your body trembles. Your orgasm hits you hard, making your pussy clench around him desperately. Jaemin is only human, and he can’t hold on any longer, not with you pulsing around him. 

He groans with a final thrust of his own. “Fuck—”

Looks like you both can do a lot in fifteen minutes.

[eiilese]

what if the strawhats had different roles on the ship⁉️ i swapped everyone’s roles except for luffy because i can’t imagine him being anything but the captain

these are loose redesigns since their canon designs don’t really read as their roles all that much to begin with. some extra doodles and ideas for this in the cut !!

nami, vice captain: i took a lot of inspiration from her beta design!! canon nami already bosses everyone around so she fits right into the role. she wields an extendable staff (usopp still makes it for her); she lost her arm over the time-skip like how zoro lost his eye. i LOVE drawing cargo pants and boots, so she ended up with a sorta bottom-heavy design. frankly it’s probably not her style but i like how she looks

zoro, the cook: my foolproof logic is zoro uses swords = good with knives. he does not use katanas to cut produce however, just normal knives. i was trying to go for “sweaty ramen guy” with the towel around his neck. the majority of the shit he cooks would probably be drowned in alcohol. he also wears his bandana the majority of the time now!! it completes the ramen guy look

sanji, the sniper: i also took inspiration from his beta design for this!!! he has guns!! and perfect aim of course. i was going for more of a mafioso look so germa 66 would be like, a mafia organization on top of all the other villain shit they already do. he has two guns but i didn’t draw a holster bc that’s annoying🤞 he lights his cigarettes with his guns. how would that even work? don’t ask me

usopp, the navigator: his artistic talent lends itself to creating perfect maps! he also still tinkers, making nami’s staff as well as having a specialty for compasses. he uses a slingshot still (no perfect aim we gotta nerf him) and shoots weather-related projectiles. his goggles serve as binoculars, they can zoom to several different distances. i drew him in his zou outfit purely bc it’s my favorite one

chopper, the helmsman: he would predominately use heavy point while maneuvering the wheel. i changed his hat up to look more like a sailor’s cap, with an anchor symbol instead of an X. to be honest i don’t have much else bc helmsman doesn’t bring much to my mind :(

franky, the musician: ROCK N ROLL BABY YEEAHHH come on his stage presence is unmatched. he’s still a cyborg, he has instruments all over his body like apoo does but they were installed manually. his personality changes depending on what genre he’s playing but rock n roll is his default B) (ex. classical calls for a refined gentleman)

robin, the shipwright: her devil fruit gives her as many helpful hands as she needs! she developed nami’s arm (definitely installed some random shit she did Not ask for). she has a robot mecha that she’s able to pilot all by herself using clones. i changed her orange sunglasses to goggle eyewear

brook, the doctor: the irony of being nursed back to health by a literal skeleton 💀the irony of being the doctor of the rumbar pirates yet being the only survivor, saving no one from the poison 💀 i went for a plague doctor look! IM VERY HAPPY WITH HOW HE TURNED OUT i was really tempted to give him the plague mask too, but i feel that would’ve changed his appearance too much compared to the others

jinbei, the archaeologist: the shape of this man demands a little pair of round glasses on his face. he’s an intellectual i tell you!!! plus still a fishman karate master. the history of joyboy and fishman island being so intertwined is how he developed an interest in history

[giantmultifandommasterlist]

"Marvel /Reader" Masterlist

Character pairings: Tony Stark/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bob Reynolds/Reader, Peter Parker/Reader, Moon Knight System/Reader, Matt Murdock/Reader, Frank Castle/Reader, Loki/Reader

Tony Stark/Reader

Battle Scars (18/18) ✨by @invisame

~ Reader goes to Tony Stark to confess that she's his soulmate, and accidentally becomes his assistant...without him knowing she's his soulmate

ink your blood on my heart ✨ by Anon

~ Major angst, ships passing in the night (a beautiful reflection on what could have been)

Hopesick ✨ by @astxrwar

~ Soulmate mark AU, during Tony's crashout in Iron Man 2 he meets Reader and they learn to be broken together...literally such a beautiful meditation on mental illness, grief, and healing; I love re-reading this

Steve Rogers/Reader

Consolation Prize by @arliddian

~ Reader wonders if she's just a consolation prize for Peggy (she isn't)

Dream Interrupted (2/2)  by @Lavendermagik (@lavendermagikwrites)

~ Reader is snapped, during Endgame Steve has the decision to stay in the 40s or reunite with her (happy ending)

This is how you walk on by @arliddian

~ 5+1 with love confessions

The Dignity of His Choice (8/8) by @LexiTRone

~ Reader is told that her husband, Steve, died on a mission

 where would we be without all the distance by @nightowlwriting

~ Telepathic! Reader is hated by Steve for their powers

Lantern of Evil (in my pants) (14/14)  by @antigone_ks

~ A De-Serumed! Steve learns to love, plus size! Reader, super sweet

The Open Space Between Us by Anon

~ Enemies to lovers with De-Serumed! Steve, love this fic so much

Out of Time (8/8) by @after_avenging_hours

~ Reader time travels to the 40s to get Erskine's serum in order to save her Steve...and falls in love with the past version of Steve too

Just a Coffee by @SweetDeath

~ 40s Pre-Serum! Steve and Waitress! Reader, fluffy

My Huckleberry Friend ✨ by @gamgees

~ Literally the best Steve Rogers soulmate AU, so funny and heartfelt, starts with Nomad! Steve and ends after Endgame

Thought it was a Fanboy (2/2) ✨ by @hopewritessometimes

~ Reader has Captain America's shield as her soulmate tattoo

Bucky Barnes/Reader

Sky Full of Song (11/11)  by @wkemeup

~ Siren! Reader and Pirate! Bucky

The Lucky And The Strong (5/5) ✨by @moondripletters

~ First words soulmate AU is complicated by time travel

Gonna Be Your Wound ✨ by @marelicarter

~ Shared pain soulmate AU

 set me free by @intrepidacious

~ Inspired by The Little Mermaid, Bucky is rescued after falling from the train

Vacant Mirrors (10/10)  by @pilotisms

~ Bonding with Bucky over having the same therapist and being traumatized

Time Has Brought Your Heart to Me ✨ by @softspeirs

~ Bucky Barnes' soulmate mark was on the arm that HYDRA took from him

These Ties That Bind (11/11) ✨ by @SweetAsCanBee

~ Soulmate AU with identity reveal and lovely miscommunication trope

Bathwater ✨ by @the-canary

~ Bucky Barnes is an asshole fuckboy...until he's not (Modern College AU w/ time skips)

It’s Been Calling Me ✨  by @godmadeaterribleerror

~ Shared dreams soulmate AU, smut

Robert "Bob" Reynolds (Sentry)/Reader

The Lighthouse (15/15) by @DreamingEveryMoment

~ After the events in New York, Bob moves in with the reader, a former Avenger who can use energy/light to heal, put people to sleep, or blind them. Story of what it means to love someone and learn to love yourself, very slice of life, soft and domestic

Disorderly Sorcery by @coffee-with-bucky

~ Reader is a sorcerer of the mystic arts whose powers flare up when she feels strong emotions...naturally, her magic flares up because of her huge crush on Bob

The Popcorn Incident by @gyugraphy

~ Bob falls in love with you, panics, and pulls away from you. You, hurt, confide in Bucky. Now Bob thinks you're in love with Bucky. Miscommunication sandwich, NO LOVE TRIANGLE

Loving You Is Easy by @blank-potato

~ When reader loses her memory, her stilted relationship with Bob blossoms in a way it never did before.

~ PART 2: You Exist Behind My Eyelids

Instant Crush by @em1i2a3

~ Angsty, smutty, fluffy. P0rn with feelings. The good ole "I'm not good enough for you" except it's mutual.

Peter Parker/Reader

Sunset Lovers ✨by @duskholland

~ Shared writing on skin soulmate AU, college AU

Out of Time by @mgparker

~ Heavy angst, reader dies

Crush by @ptersparkers

~ Spider-Man is in love with reader, who he visits enough as his alter ego to know she has a crush on someone; unknown to him, that someone is Peter Parker

One in the Same by @finnwrld

~ Same basic plot as above, but with its own special flare :)

Another Chance (5/5) by @mgparker

~ No Way Home The Amazing Spiderman x Reader

my reverie’s affinity remains to be you ✨by @indouloureux

~ Enemies to lovers, college AU

The Room Incident (23/23) by @lemonsandlimes

~ And they were roommates...OH MY GOD they were roommates. This is such a good fic but the ending is INCREDIBLY sad and angsty. The ride is great but no happy ending, sorry folks.

Peter Parker, The Idiot by @vampire_boyfriend

~ Mutual pining, caring for Peter when he's injured

Do You Like Pizza? (13/13) by @CrazyCookieCrumbles

~ Post-No Way Home The Amazing Spiderman x Reader

I Miss You by @defaulttwig

~ Fake character death, reader works for a super villain

That’s Rough Buddy (10/10) by @Cats_Cradle39

~ Peter B. Parker/Reader (my sad and pathetic little meow meow)

Left Behind (3/3) by @Sassi

~ Set during the Snap, reader deals with a world without Peter

Frank Castle/Reader

Don’t Walk Away (2/2) by @BellaGiornata

~ Love confession goes wrong, and then it goes right

Sometimes love isn’t enough (5/5) by @AnnaHawk

~ Angst, pining, porn with feelings

Matt Murdock/Reader

As your fingers brush my skin ✨by @silverwolf7850

~ Your soulmark is written in Braille

There will come a day we pass each other by, but we’ll probably pretend to not notice ✨ by @silverwolf7850

~ Guardian angel + time travel soulmate AU

I’m With You (2/2) ✨ by @RAParker

~ "You see color when you see your soulmate for the first time" AU

through the looking glass by @ver3eastloveuonica

~ TW: Reader has anorexia

untouchable by @ver3eastloveuonica

~ TW: Reader is sexually assaulted

Late Night Confessions by @courtforshort15

~ Reader wants to break up with Matt because he's keeping secrets

Daddy Issues by @farfromstrange

~ Matt accidentally triggers you

perhaps love by @alrighty-matty

~ 5+1 Matt realizing he loves you

These Broken Things by @courtforshort15

~ Matt's emotional constipation is putting a strain on your relationship

Strawberry Rhubarb by @ellephlox

~ Reader is kidnapped by Fisk

Go to him, therefore, by sea by @silverwolf7850

~ Merman! Matt x Human! Reader

Then Came You by @leossmoonn

~ Drunk Matt confesses his love

Billy Russo/Reader

Just Beneath The Flames (17/17) by @crossbows-and-moonshine

~ Zombie apocalypse AU, Frank Castle/Karen Page

Loki/Reader

The Eyes of the Beholder by @starks-hero

~ Gorgon! Loki x Blind! Reader

Passengers (5/5) by @BirdOfHermes

~ Passengers AU, space travel

never enough (6/6) by @lowkis

~ Reader is told that Loki is to be betrothed, and that she is to cut off all contact with him

 All at Once by @kaeorin

~ Reader babysits Loki while he's in the hospital, and they fall in love

one. two. three – one. two. three. by @TheStormWithinMe

~ Reader is captured by HYDRA, Avenger! Loki

The Nexus Event (18/18)  by @lokiedokiee

~ Reader kills Thanos after watching him kill Loki...this triggers a Nexus event

Litklœði (5/5) ✨by @GoldTrimmedSpectacles

~ Hanahaki disease, soulmate AU

From the Void, With Love (25/25) by @pilotisms

~ TVA! Loki x Reader, enemies to friends to lovers

Anywhere and Nowhere (15/15) by Anon

~ Inspired by Calypso's myth

Why Me? (15/15) by @EdenRhodes

~ TVA! Loki x Reader, Sacred Timeline! Loki x Reader

Moon Knight System/Reader

Tilt by @the-little-ewok

~ Steven missed your date, but it isn't Steven that comes around to explain why he did

Reverence for the Moon (6/6) by @raelwrites

~ You're the high moon priestess

Just a Touch of Your Hand ✨ by @mccn-bcys

~ An ink-stain appears wherever your soulmate first touches you

Complicated (26/26) by @lets_not_talk_about_this

~ Reader needs someone to walk hre home from work

Come Back to Me by @mgparker

~ Reader dies LOL (this hurts so good)

Canopic Jar  by @bruhstories

~ Marc isn't very nice to you, Steven's girlfriend

Batons and Unicorns (3/3) by @stormkobra-5

~ Avenger! Steven Grant meets the new recruit, a mute shapeshifter

Guiding You to Me ✨by @raelwrites

~ Soulmate animal guide AU

I’m getting to know someone by @davosmymaster

~ Marc's POV of reader's relationship with Steven

Letters to You (2/2) by @lowlymoon

~ Reader sends Jake letters in an attempt to bond with the elusive alter

Not Him by @loud-mouth-loser

~ You and Marc bond over the fact that Steven and Layla (your respective loves) are more into each other than either of you

Spirit (4/4) by @milohurts

~ Reader is a ghost haunting the Moon Knight system

Written on Your Skin (3/3) ✨ by @Coalix

~ Reader has 3 soulmate names

Two Sides of the Same Coin (4/4) by @TheRavynFire

~ Reader falls in love with both Marc and Steven

[gossamyrrh]

♯ 5 MINUTES ⋮ L. ACKERMAN

୨ৎ fluff, fem pronouns used when referring to reader | you and levi's nighttime routine . . . divider by @/toastray ⊹ ࣪ ˖

it begins as always:

levi comes home late. withered. drained of all his energy and then some, moving on auto-pilot throughout his flat like a poorly-oiled machine, having fallen victim, yet again, to the havoc of a long day at the office.

he toes off his loafers with some struggle. sluggishly removes his coat. shuffles to the master bedroom with an unfathomable amount of lethargy, that he cannot begin to understand how he managed to make it there without passing out—

(in this state, he can’t understand a thing at all.)

—but, somehow, he does.

and when he enters the meagre room, his heart skips a little to see you there, cocooned in your knitted blankets, a lone candle lit to keep you company, he suspects. though he is utterly weary—on the precipice of acute exhaustion, eyes rimmed with red and brimming with fatigue, he thinks, it is all worth it if you are there. 

a smile dusts upon his lips.

you say not a word. just watch him with eyelids half-drawn as he drags his feet past the threshold, creating a chorus of linen and cotton strumming, and proving that you, too, are a victim of a long, long  day.

you wait for him to collapse onto the bed, a stubborn spring corkscrewing into his spine, a small yelp escaping in reply, before you murmur: “how was your day, my love?”

he sighs, and it is shaky. crumbling. like the cavity of an old rock that has long eroded to morsels and flakes of grit. succumbed to the ever-moving passage of time. he wants to lie. more than anything, he wants to lie. tell you that everything went smoothly, that he finally has the upperhand—thinks he might get a promotion soon. but then he hears a rustle, and your fingers are carding through his hair—grazing along his scalp, lifting a weight from his shoulders that he is convinced only you have the power to do.

and then the truth comes spilling: “quite exhausting.” you gently run your nails against his skin. a hum slips through parted lips. “and i hate being away from you for so long. it makes me anxious.”

you smile bashfully, letting out a small huff as the apples of your cheeks swell. “well, it’s a good thing i’m here now, mr. ackerman. what would you ever do without me?”

nothing, levi thinks. less than nothing, even, if such a thing could exist. he turns onto his stomach, curls closer into you like a man seeking shelter, until his head rests in the crux of your lap. he stares for a moment, starry-eyed and awestruck and stunned at his sheer fortune of having you,  before he blinks. slowly. as if committing the scene to memory. “and how was your day, mrs. ackerman?”

your smile thins slightly.

“exhausting, too.” you absentmindedly twirl a lock of his hair now, deftly spinning the delicate thread of ink about your pretty fingers with a practised ease. the menial motions have begun to make his breaths slow, his eyes droop. but a new feeling is integrated. bliss, he thinks. this weariness is starkly different from before. soft, billowy. “but enough about me. is there anything i can do for you, my love?” he hums softly. shakes his head just the slightest. smiles faintly at your typical redirection. “just… stay. please?” 

you, of course, oblige. there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

like routine, it is another five minutes until you are blowing your candle out, and levi is cuddling you beneath the covers. the night, at last, grows quiet.

an. i love him so . . .

[ridingtorohan]

Generic Headcanons for the Tulpar Crew!

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Curly can't bowl. Absolutely can not. As coordinated as he is, this sport is absolutely not under his forte. Somehow, he gets all strikes or only one pin down.

Used to have a bubble blowing pipe as a kid. Still collects bubble blowers but doesn't really use them.

Sentimental in that he doesn't throw gifts away, even if he knows he won't use them. Has them neatly packed away in boxes

His hair is usually slightly frizzy and brushed on trips but back at home, he does the full oil, scrunch, curl routine, resulting in amazing curls

Prefers vanilla ice cream

Diagnosed insomniac. Sleeps like the dead when he does actually sleep; his heart rate slows down a lot so he actually scared a few roommates in the past

Hairy chest

Usually wears two shirts. After the crash, he's far more sensitive to temperature changes and bundles up, even if it's sweltering outside

Has a nasty scar on his knee from when he tripped as a kid. Didn't get stitches but probably should've

Listens to a mix of rock and foreign music, even when he doesn't know what they're saying

Wanted to be an astronaut but settled for becoming a pilot

Curly was an only child to a single mother. She had a serious disease that had him taking care of them both at a young age. He used the insurance money to become a pilot. She really believed in his dream.

Slightly colorblind (mixes up yellow and green) but by the time he's an adult he's able to tell the shades apart, so it didn't affect his pilot's course

Really enjoys raisin toast and cheese whiz.

A little forgetful. Usually keeps a notepad in his pocket or his keys on a long string

Can imitate accents really well, especially Southern drawls

Has English ancestry

Secretly terrified of the concept of the immortal snail

Daisuke sings horribly, but in such a charismatic way that somehow gets everyone joining in.

Does very bad puppetry, usually with socks. However, he's surprisingly good at miming.

He likes to draw!

He alternates between being the absolute boss at video games vs scoring almost nothing.

However! He's the absolute king at dance dance revolution and guitar hero.

Can't sit still for puzzles but surprisingly has a lot of fun with games like candy crush (and is really good at it)

Likes lemon hard candies

Pours whipped cream on anything. Bread? Whipped cream. Coffee? Whipped cream. Swansea had to kick that habit out of him

On that note: sweet tooth

Drools in his sleep and has the worst bedhead known to man

Has three sisters, all older and with set careers. He loves them a lot, despite feeling inadequate sometimes. He also has two moms!

Can't hold his liquor BUT surprisingly can never get drunk off of cold medicine

Watches a lot of thrillers, action and romcoms. Is always captivated by them (and cries a little when the couple gets together)

Quotes Mean Girls a lot

Was definitely a Disney kid. Belts into Lion King songs all the time (Swansea wants to strangle him)

Listens to screamo when he's tinkering with machines (usually with cars or where he can't readily change the songs)

Otherwise has a playlist that has songs from every genre. Never skips any of them.

Believes in sasquatch. Vehemently.

Tends to have bad luck with electronics, usually sparking himself somehow. His electronics usually have a lot of scuff marks and dented corners but surprisingly no cracked screens

Fluent in Spanish and passing in at least three other languages

Knows beauty routines better than most people do (including social media infleuncers)

Either has flawless skin or has a strict routine to prevent breakouts.

Definitely had a crush on Marty McFly poster in his bedroom. Still does.

Jimmy is, surprisingly, a good writer. He usually drops them only a few chapters in, but they're captivating and really enriched

Taps his foot a lot

Scrunches up his face when he's concentrating, often comically so

Absolutely hates black coffee but refuses to drink any other.

Says he hates the song that's playing but 9/10 he'll be nodding along to it. Absolutely despises Swansea and Anya's playlists

If the person he hates likes a song/movie/snack, he'll absolutely hate it. Even if he loved it before.

Sleeps with his arms crossed and head tipped back

Knows a lot about a bit of everything but in a weird way. Such as how to replace a car radio but not how to hot wire a car

Acts like the "tsundere" trope where he's mean if he likes someone

Prefers uniform clothing and goes for simple button ups otherwise

Somehow always finds himself at the receiving end of gossip. He knows all the tea but doesn't care enough to share it

Crazy skilled at board games, especially strategy and Monopoly. May or may not cheat. The absolute biggest sore loser

Mint or rocky road is his go-to ice cream snack. eats ice cream cones from the bottom up

Really good at visual puzzle solving. ("How many cubes are there?", mazes, etc)

Plays guitar and does it well. Favourite song to play is probably Country Roads

Hates the song Pumped Up Kicks. The school he used to go to before meeting Curly had way too many incidents to be comfortable.

Somehow, he does really well at baking those fancy deserts. Souffles, creme brulees, macarons, caramel, you name it. Probably would have made it as a chef somewhere

Always packs light and never keeps anything. Doesn't even have cards to the stores he frequents a lot.

Usually has a lighter or one of those "7 tools in 1" tool in his pocket.

Gets super bored with horror and nature documentaries. A fan of thriller and action though.

Somehow winds up with 57 pens in his drawers. He's never sure where they come from.

Likes to keep his facial hair short or with a shadow. It makes him feel unkempt if he goes longer.

He's more of a hands-on kind of guy, preferring to be outside in the fresh air instead of reading a book or watching TV.

Salted pretzels are his go-to snack.

Anya wears contacts (based on the soundtrack cover art)

Licks her finger before turning a page of the book and dog-ears to bookmark it

Always has ink smudges on her fingers. She never knows how it gets there

Twirls pens when she's lost in thought

She has a neutral resting face, so when she smiles or frowns, it crinkles a bit but you can always tell it's genuine

Never keeps her hair short; it always leaves her itchy. Closest she'll get is chin length

She's definitely a homebody

She doesn't often like switching hobbies but when she does, she focuses all her attention on it. However, it takes her a really long time to master it, leaving her discouraged.

Had difficulties in school.

All her books are filled with highlighted passages and writings in the margin

Tummy sleeper with her face smooshed in a pillow

Sleepwalks in a horrifying way. She'll stand at the foot of the bed and say cryptic things like, "He knows you're here" before walking away. Doesn't remember it the next day.

Prefers tea over coffee and dark chocolate

Doesn't really care for ice cream but likes freezies and Gelato

Prefers dogs over cats and loves labradors, even though she doesn't have the energy for them

Never could stomach the smell of puke or fecal matter

Doesn't know how to swim

Absolutely burns in the sun, no matter how much sun screen she uses.

She drives with audio books on, or while she's studying. Constant interruptions stress her out

Knows how to play the flute!

Has a few Russian lullabies memorized and knows the translations for them, though she doesn't know much Russian otherwise.

Mother died young, so it was her and her dad for a long time. She never felt like she lived up to his expectations.

Really close to her cousin growing up, who acted like an older sister to her.

Somehow, knows all the obscure lore about haunted locations and folklore. While she believes in ghosts, she doesn't believe in other entities.

Never swears. It's just not who she is.

Anya listens to a lot of indie and instrumental music.

She once had a pet parakeet named Timothy but gave it to her cousin when she tried to study for med school.

She has a music box, gifted to her by her mother before her passing. It's one of her prized possessions. Anya plays it before sleeping.

She likes to watch silent movies, black and white, and those that relate to her experiences in life.

Audrey Hepbern is consequently her favourite actress.

While most of her books are educational or self-help, she owns a few classics like Moby Dick and Pride & Prejudice.

Swansea knows how to crochet

He's a GOD at gambling. Everyone is sure that he's cheating, but it's honestly a lot of skill

While he doesn't know any other languages, he knows enough basic phrases to navigate in most foreign countries.

Very old in his ways (men must be gentlemen type thing) but progressive in others

Doesn't vote

Annoyed when Daisuke arrived in his floral shirt. Not because Daisuke skirted past the full uniform but because Swansea owns a lot of them (and oddly enough, many that match with Daisuke). So he never gets out of uniform

Can fall asleep anywhere

He's the fastest typer out of the Tulpar crew, second only to Daisuke

Still uses a Nokia phone though

Listens to podcasts or radio stations, but if he ever sits down for TV, it's usually dramas (think, SVU or Young & The Restless). Gets super invested in the soap dramas, even if he swears he doesn't or otherwise. He knows everyone's names and backstories off hand.

Gets grumpy if you turn off the show he's watching.

Tried growing a beard once. Never again

Keeps photos of his entire family in his wallet. Mother? There. Wife? There. Kids? There. His dentist? Somehow, there.

Never went to AA. He doesn't exactly deter people from drinking, but he'll outright shove people in chairs and take their car keys if they're too drunk to drive

Owns a really beat-up sports car. The upkeep is horrible, but it's what he got in the divorce, and he won't trade it for anything. Let Daisuke drive it exactly once (1)

Took wrestling and boxing in his youth! He gives a mean right hook. He still has the arm muscles from it

Absolutely cannot stand sticky, tacky items. Hates the feel of gum on his hands. Okay with chewing it.

Very efficient at multitasking! Even if it looks like he's focused on something, he notices things from his peripheral vision asap. Also weirdly attuned to Daisuke and just knows when he's grabbing something that he shouldn't

Scary good intuition about people.

Absolute king at barbecuing. Steak is his favourite food, especially accompanied with beer (he misses those days), roasted mini potatoes and garlic vegetables.

Makes the meanest stew and soup you've ever known. Throws the absolute wildest ingredients into the pot, but it comes out miraculous every time.

Adds salt and pepper to his meal anytime anyone else is cooking. Even if it was adequately seasoned

Knows how to ride a horse!

His part of the city isn't the best (high crime rate), but all the kids know his name and go to him whenever they need to escape from home or a warm meal. He doesn't know why they're so drawn to him, but something about Swansea makes them feel secure. It's put him in the good graces of the not-so-good folk and he's left well enough alone by them.

Definitely owns a shotgun and probably had to fend thieves away from his home prior to that though.

Definitely has Irish and Scottish ancestry. Maybe a bit of German.

[wandering-pirate]

Mouthwashing Crew Headcanon

Congratulations! You're now the Tulpar Crew's Unwilling Therapist

Why? How? Everyone's a mess and they need you, so stop questioning >:(

One fortunate 2 AM morning, you were raiding a snack stash. Whose was it? You're here to eat not think

And while shamelessly munching on a yogurt coated oatbar like a man lapping his last meal on death row, the door hissed opened

You straight-up started choking to death, trying to secretly Heimlich yourself, and when you finally dislodged the oatgrain having it shot out your mouth and landing 3 ft. away from the couch, you looked up...

There’s Daisuke. Full-on ugly crying. Like he’s the one who almost got scythed by death

Daisuke so damn cheery 24/7 you were half-convinced his cheeks were sewn to back of his head. But now? Yeah, no. The guy’s face is doing this wet sad puppy thing, and honestly, you kinda miss the creepy sewn-on grin

"Y/NNN~"

Shit, it's his stash! You were ready to half-ass a reason to pin this to Swansea but he grabbed your collars and sobs on you neck

"Is it normal to cry on a wrench? Y/N, Boss gave that to me, it's like my cute little puppy. Except, y’know, it gives me nosebleeds when I’m tightening nuts on the ceiling."

Alright, at this point, the oatbar's been reduced to ashes and dreams, the hell is going on?

The door hissed again, and now you were scrambling, the position Daisuke trapped you in right now can get you a free hundred-day subscription for merciless bullying

"It's not what it lo--"

"Hey Y/N, is the kid finished?"

"Wha-- you mean Dai?"

"Yeah, if he's done then you gotta hear me out now. What's the worst thing someone said behind my back?"

Ok right now, your brain's all question marks. 'Cause a sobbing grown ass man is snotting on your neck and another's asking like he's some prep girl needing to beat someone up over some petty rumor

"No-none that I've heard of..."

"What!? No one's talking about me?? That's even worse!"

Somehow, you manage to wrangle these overgrown manchildren, putting them both to bed after they’ve successfully obliterated your snack time

Daisuke, of course, is still clinging to your arm like a teddy bear, overly needing reassurance

After that? Life... it wasn’t the same

The captain received some valuable intel from a certain co-pilot then starts stopping you at the lounge when you relieved yourself at midnight

“Y/N... do you think I’m a good captain?”

It's 1 am

"Well, no one's mutinied yet, so... yeah, you're probably fine."

"Of course! The absence of rebellion is the mark of true leadership! Y/N, you're a genius! I've been looking at this all wrong!"

You watched Curly skipping - SKIPPING - to his sleeping quarters after patting you in the head

The respect you had for Anya skyrocketed, and once being alone with with the nurse you asked her

"Hey, how'd you deal with all the crap with those rascals?"

She looked at you blanked, then you were unexpectedly given a fromt row seat to Anya's hidden and horrifying side

"I CAN'T! ONE MORE "CAN I EAT EXPIRED SPACE FOODS" QUESTION FROM DAISUKE, I'M RAVAGING THAT GUN FROM THE COCKPIT AND PU--"

"Hey hey hey, Anya, calm down, love!"

"IT'S THE 17TH TIME THIS MONTH, Y/N! SEVENTEENTH!"

After what felt like an eternity of inhale-exhale simon says with the nurse (for her, but mostly for you), her breathing finally slowed down. Thank the stars for that

"How'd you do it Y/N? Every time they ask useless nonsense or dump very emotionally overwhelming things... you send them off calm! It's witchcraft, I swear."

"Honestly, I'm as clueless as you nurse. But you've got too much on your plate, lemme handle this. I've got two ears and infinite tolerance."

"Infinite tolerance? You? The same person who chased Daisuke down for 5 minutes just for a yogurt cup?"

"Hey, that was the last cup and were still 200 days away fro--alright. Just trust me Anya, I got this."

Y'all laughed about the outburst, but you're secretly terrified of her now (respectfully, of course)

One day, you were helping the grumpy mechanic and the man's acting weirdly cryptic

“Why can’t people just…? Ugh, forget it.”

Finally, after handing him a screwdriver for the third time, his grumblings axed a huge ass crack in your patience

“Alright, Swans. What’s eating you? You’re gonna blow a gasket at this rate, and I don’t mean the ship’s.”

The man got two choices, save his non-existent high pride or just release it all

“It’s nothin’. Just Jimboy's been stickin’ his nose where it doesn’t belong, Cap’s stressin’ over somethin’ again, and Daisuke-- Why can’t they just… leave me outta it?”

Ah, he chose wisely. and you weren't gonna tease him for it (not yet, he's gotta pay for stealing your dinner twice)

“Maybe it’s because they think you’re reliable.”

The gruff old man had the nerve to squint at you, you can see it through your trusty side-eye (it made your eyeballs hurt)

"Me? Reliable? Bullshit. 'M just keepin’ this old horse from fallin’ apart.”

“'xactly. You keep the ship together, so... maybe... they figured you can keep them together too.”

This gotta break the record for Swansea's longest silence ever, no snorts, no sighs, no scoffs

The mechanic processed that like you just revealed the meaning of life and sprinkled some fairy dust on his dirty blond head (at least the color's just named dirty unlike jimmy's actual dirty ass hai--)

“Hmph. That’s dumb.”

Your eyes woulda twitched if it weren't for his shoulders relaxing and a small smirk on the mans perma-wrinkled face, you were about to leave when you heard a small mumble

“...Thanks. For the help. Or… whatever the hell that was.”

Men and their pride, however you gave him a pass and grinned

“Anytime, Teddy Bear."

Most days, you could never even breathe oxygen in peace

For the first time, you eyed Polle with a jealous-fueled burning gaze. All it does was blast you with warnings, and you don't even have to do anything! Just breathe in its general direction and you've rewarded yourself with "SAFETY'S A PRIORITY!"

Meanwhile, you’re over here, literally tweaking and that damn horse was living its best, noise-polluting and noise-free life

Eventually, they started dragging you into these "group venting sessions," basically just everyone talking over each other until it’s less of a calm-headed, adult and mature discussion and more of a competition to see who can throw the best threat (Anya surprisingly won thrice)

Until you bang your trusty pot and spoon,

“ONE AT A FUCKING TIME!”

a/n: this is what my rotting, sleep deprived, caffeine overdosed brain produced, hope y'all like it :,D

[rootedinrevisions]

Cop Car

SUMMARY: You and Jake enter a restricted area to watch the planes take off. It's all fun and games until the two of you end up cuffed in the backseat of a car. Things only get worse when your dad, Pete "Maverick" Mitchell arrives on the scene. Loosely based on/inspired by Cop Car by Keith Urban because apparently my thing lately has been making fics out of songs.

WARNINGS: None

WORD COUNT: 3.5K

TAG LIST: @omgbrianab I @shanimallina87

The faint roar of jet engines reverberated in the distance, a low hum that vibrated through the night air. You were wrapped up in Jake’s arms, your back pressed against his chest as you both lounged in the truck bed, staring at the vast sky above. There was a thrill, a kind of reckless energy, in sitting just beyond the "No Trespassing" signs, so close to the runways where the Navy's finest pilots took off.

Your heart raced, though it wasn’t from fear of getting caught. It was from being here, next to him. You felt the soft thud of his heartbeat as you lay back against his chest, your body cocooned in his warmth.

“You sure this was a good idea?” Jake’s voice was low, tinged with amusement as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

You grinned up at him, the glow of the airstrip lights casting soft shadows across his features. “Since when have you ever cared about breaking the rules?”

He chuckled, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Fair point. But if your old man catches us—”

You cut him off with a playful laugh, turning in his arms so you could look up into his eyes. “We’ll be fine. I’ve got a plan.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got a plan?”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded confidently, leaning in closer until your noses almost touched. “If we get caught, I’ll just tell them how much I love planes. They’ll understand.”

Jake shook his head, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, I’m sure that’ll get us out of any trouble.”

You leaned back against him, your eyes flicking up to watch as another jet took off, its engines roaring to life and tearing down the runway before disappearing into the night sky. There was something magical about it, watching those planes cut through the darkness. You’d loved planes ever since you were a kid—since the first time your dad had taken you up for a ride.

Sighing contently, you snuggled deeper into Jake’s embrace, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back. The moment was perfect, just the two of you, wrapped up in each other. All the worries of tomorrow didn’t matter. It was just you, Jake, and the thrill of being somewhere you weren’t supposed to be.

“Hey, look,” Jake said, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Another one.”

You followed his gaze, watching as a fighter jet lifted off into the air, its sleek frame disappearing into the starry sky. For a second, you imagined what it must be like for Jake—to be up there, soaring through the clouds, with nothing but the horizon ahead of him. You admired his ambition, his drive.

“What’s it like up there…you know when you’re flying?” you asked, watching another jet take off, its lights blinking against the darkness.

Jake’s laugh was low, vibrating through your body as his arms tightened around you. “It’s the best feeling in the world…besides being here with you.”

You smiled, tilting your head back to catch a glimpse of his face, the shadows from the runway lights dancing across his jawline. There was something about being here, just the two of you, that felt untouchable—like nothing could ruin this moment. It felt like the world belonged to just you and him.

But then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted it—the glow of headlights approaching from the other side of the fence. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, Jake,” you murmured, sitting up a little. “We’ve got company.”

Jake followed your gaze, his jaw tightening as the headlights got closer. A black SUV with the words “Military Police” emblazoned on the side rolled to a stop just a few feet away from Jake’s truck.

“Shit,” he muttered, sliding out of the truck bed and extending a hand to help you down. His expression was still calm, but you could feel the tension rolling off him as the door to the SUV swung open.

Two officers stepped out, their faces stern and their postures rigid as they approached. The taller one, a gruff-looking man in his mid-40s with a salt-and-pepper beard, was the first to speak.

“You two realize this is a restricted area, right?” His voice was sharp, no-nonsense.

You exchanged a glance with Jake, your heart thudding in your chest. “Uh, yeah,” Jake said, holding up his hands in surrender. “We were just watching the planes. Didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

The officer’s eyes narrowed as his gaze shifted to you. “And you? You got identification on you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren’t on base legally, and you knew it. While Jake was a Navy pilot with all the right credentials, you were just the daughter of one of the Navy’s most legendary pilots. That wasn’t going to help much right now.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “I… I don’t have any ID on me.”

The second officer, a younger man with a buzz cut, stepped forward. “Name?”

You hesitated, glancing at Jake before answering. His green eyes were serious, silently telling you to be honest. There was no talking your way out of this.

“Y/N Mitchell,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

The officers exchanged a glance, clearly recognizing the name. “As in Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell?” the first officer asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You nodded, your heart sinking. “Yeah… that’s my dad.”

The older officer exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple as if already anticipating the headache this was going to cause. “Well, Miss Mitchell, you’re not supposed to be here. You’re aware of that, right?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Jake cut in. “Look, this is on me. I brought her here. She just wanted to see the planes. I’ll take full responsibility.”

The officer gave Jake a once-over, clearly unimpressed. “And you are?”

“Lieutenant Jake Seresin,” Jake said, pulling his Military ID card out of his wallet and handing it over. The officer examined it under the flashlight before handing it back, his expression still stony.

“You know better, Lieutenant,” the officer said, his voice low and stern. “You’re military personnel. You should know what ‘No Trespassing’ means.”

Jake clenched his jaw but nodded. “Yes sir, I know. I screwed up.”

The officer gave a nod to his partner, who immediately stepped forward and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “I’m afraid you’re both coming with us,” the younger officer said, reaching for Jake’s wrists first.

“Wait, is that really necessary?” you asked, panic rising in your chest as you watched them cuff Jake.

“Afraid so,” the officer replied, his tone almost bored. “Regulations.”

Your breath quickened as the officer turned to you next, holding out the cuffs. “Turn around, ma’am.”

You swallowed hard and did as you were told, the cold metal of the cuffs clicking around your wrists. The reality of the situation began to set in, and for the first time, a sliver of fear crept in.

Jake met your eyes, and despite the cuffs, he managed to give you a reassuring smile.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady, “it’s gonna be fine.”

You nodded, trying to calm the rapid beating of your heart. You wanted to believe him, but the weight of what could happen hung heavy in the air.

The officers escorted you and Jake to the back of their patrol car, opening the doors and motioning for you to get inside. You slid in first, Jake following closely behind, the door slamming shut behind him. The inside of the car smelled like leather and disinfectant, the overhead light casting a dim glow across your faces.

You slouched against the seat, biting your lip to keep from laughing at the absurdity of it all. Jake caught your eye and raised an eyebrow.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft as the officers stood outside making phone calls.

You nodded, resting your head against the seat. “Yeah, I’m okay. Are you?”

Jake exhaled, his gaze drifting toward the flashing blue lights reflecting in the window. “Your dad’s gonna kill me.”

You let out a soft laugh, the tension easing slightly. “He might. But hey, at least we’ve got a good story now.”

Jake chuckled, leaning his head back against the seat, his eyes closing briefly. “Yeah, some story. 'Remember that time we got cuffed for watching jets take off?'”

You grinned, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You know, we could try to make a run for it.”

His eyes snapped open, and he turned to you, disbelief written all over his face. “You’re crazy.”

You shrugged, a mischievous glint in your eye. “Maybe. But you love it.”

He shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “I do.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, the weight of the situation fading as the minutes ticked by. Outside, the officers were still making calls, seemingly in no rush to let you go. But you didn’t care. In this moment, sitting in the back of a patrol car, cuffed and facing who knew what kind of trouble, all that mattered was being here with Jake.

He glanced over at you again, his expression softening as he took in the way the blue lights danced in your eyes. He couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked, even in a situation like this. And for a second, all his worries about tomorrow and whatever consequences awaited him melted away.

“Your dad’s never gonna let me see you again, is he?” Jake asked, half-joking, though there was a hint of concern in his voice.

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “We’ll figure it out.”

Just then, the familiar sound of car tires on the gravel made you both look up. The unmistakable silhouette of your father, Captain Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, appeared in the distance, his boots crunching rhythmically against the gravel as he approached the patrol car. The blue and red lights cast long shadows over his form, and even from inside the car, you could see the tightness in his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. He was pissed, no doubt about it.

Jake shifted beside you, his relaxed demeanor faltering for the first time since the police had shown up. His face fell, the reality of the situation finally hitting him. “This is gonna be bad,” he muttered under his breath, glancing sideways at you.

You could only nod, your stomach twisting with a mix of dread and embarrassment. If there was one thing that had always been constant in your life, it was your dad’s protective nature. And now, seeing him storming toward the car—where you sat in the back, hands cuffed, with Jake beside you—it felt like you were about to face the full force of it.

Just as Maverick reached the car, the officer nearest the door gave you and Jake a nod, his face stern as he reached for the door handle. 

“Alright, out you two,” he said, his voice gruff but controlled. 

He opened the door, and the cool night air rushed in, cutting through the warmth of the enclosed space. Jake was the first to move. He slid out of the seat with a quiet grunt, his wrists still bound by the cuffs as he straightened to his full height. The officer standing nearby gave him a once-over, clearly unimpressed, before placing a hand on Jake’s arm to guide him to the side of the car.

Then it was your turn. You followed Jake’s lead, scooting across the seat and stepping out into the gravel. The moment your feet hit the ground, you felt the weight of everything hit you all at once—the flashing lights, the tension in the air, and your dad’s unwavering gaze locked on the two of you. The officers didn’t waste time; you were both led a few paces away from the car, standing side by side as Maverick looked between you and Jake with that intense, assessing stare.

Jake, to his credit, stood still and silent, his jaw clenched tightly. You could sense the regret rolling off him in waves. His shoulders were stiff, and for once, he seemed unsure of what to say. Not that there was much he could say to fix the situation.

Maverick’s eyes moved between the two of you, taking in the sight of his daughter cuffed and standing beside Lieutenant Jake "Hangman" Seresin. His frustration was palpable, but the way he lingered on you for a second longer made your stomach twist. This wasn’t just anger—this was disappointment.

The older officer cleared his throat, drawing Maverick’s attention for a moment. “Captain Mitchell, sir,” he said, more formally now, clearly aware of the gravity of the situation.

Maverick’s gaze didn’t leave you and Jake, his arms crossing over his chest. “What’s going on here?”

The officer quickly explained, outlining how they’d found you both in a restricted area and how neither of you had proper authorization. The moment he finished, there was a beat of silence. Maverick’s eyes narrowed as they settled on Jake.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” he said slowly, his voice deceptively calm, “care to explain why I’m getting a call in the middle of the night saying my daughter’s in the back of a patrol car with you?”

Jake straightened up, squaring his shoulders. “Sir, it’s on me. I brought her out here. I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” Maverick cut him off, his voice sharp. “You didn’t think at all, clearly.”

You winced at the harshness of his tone, knowing this wasn’t going to go over well. The officer standing beside Jake glanced between the two men, but remained silent. Maverick’s gaze shifted to you, and the weight of his stare made your heart sink.

“Y/N, you know better than this,” Maverick said, his voice firm but with an edge of concern. “You know what happens when you break the rules, especially on a military base. What were you thinking?”

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Maverick sighed, running a hand through his hair before turning to the officers. “Can you take the cuffs off?”

The younger officer hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod. “Sure, Captain.” He stepped forward and unlocked Jake’s cuffs first. Jake gave a slight nod of thanks but didn’t move otherwise, still standing rigid beside you.

Then it was your turn. The officer released the cuffs from your wrists, and you immediately rubbed at the sore spots where the metal had bitten into your skin. The weight of the cuffs was gone, but the tension hanging between the three of you was suffocating.

Maverick gave the officers a short nod, signaling for them to step back. Then he crossed his arms again, his eyes flickering between you and Jake. “You two are lucky it was just the military police who found you,” he said, his voice low but filled with authority. “Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if this got reported up the chain? You’re both smart enough to know better.”

Jake shifted beside you, finally finding his voice again. “Sir, I take full responsibility. Y/N shouldn’t get in trouble for this. She was just with me. If there’s any punishment, it should be mine.”

Maverick’s gaze hardened as he stared down Jake, a long silence stretching between them. Finally, Maverick spoke, his voice cold. “This isn’t about punishment, Seresin. This is about trust. You’ve got my daughter out here, breaking rules, putting herself in a dangerous position, and you didn’t think for one second about what that means?”

Jake flinched, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to put her in danger.”

Maverick exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he turned to you, his expression softening just slightly. “You okay?”

You nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle even heavier on your shoulders. “Yeah… I’m okay. I’m sorry, Dad.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” Maverick said, his voice gentler now, though the tension still lingered. “But you’re coming home with me.”

He turned back to Jake, his face hardening again. “And you, Lieutenant… this doesn’t go on your record, but if you’re serious about my daughter, you’d better start using your head.”

The night air hung heavy as Maverick walked back toward his car, his command still lingering in the space between you and Jake. Though the cuffs were off and the immediate crisis seemed to be over, you couldn’t shake the knot tightening in your chest. Maverick wasn’t letting this slide easily, and both you and Jake knew it.

“Lieutenant Seresin,” Maverick called out, his voice stern and carrying authority, making it clear this wasn’t a request.

Jake, who had been silently rubbing his wrists, snapped to attention. He straightened up, his posture rigid, falling back into his role as a Navy officer. “Yes, sir.”

Maverick’s gaze hardened as he took a step closer, his voice unwavering. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to say goodnight to my daughter, and then you’re going straight back to your quarters. No stops, no detours. Understood?”

Jake nodded, his usual confidence visibly absent. “Yes, sir.”

Maverick’s eyes narrowed slightly, the warning in his expression unmistakable. “And Lieutenant… Don’t think this is over because you apologized. You put her in danger tonight, and that doesn’t sit well with me. I expect better from you.”

Jake flinched at the words, his jaw tightening as the guilt in his eyes deepened. “I understand, sir,” he said quietly. “It won’t happen again.”

Maverick held his gaze for a moment longer, then nodded toward you. “Go on. Say goodnight.”

Jake exhaled and turned toward you, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of regret and something softer, more vulnerable. As he stepped closer, he hesitated for a second, glancing briefly toward Maverick, then back to you.

Without saying a word, he pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you with a tenderness that melted the tension in your body. You let out a shaky breath, resting your head against his chest as the warmth of the embrace momentarily blocked out everything else—your dad’s watchful eyes, the police cars, the chaos of the night.

Jake leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead instead of your lips, a gesture that felt protective, as if he were trying to shield you from the weight of everything that had happened. “I love you,” he whispered against your skin, his voice rough with emotion. “This won’t change anything. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

You nodded against his chest, your throat tight with unspoken words. “I love you too,” you whispered back.

Jake squeezed you gently one last time before letting go. You could see the strain in his expression, the regret hanging heavy in his posture as he pulled away. He gave you a small, reassuring smile as if trying to make everything feel less complicated, even though you both knew it wasn’t.

You reached out, pulling him in for one final hug, a silent goodbye filled with the promise that things weren’t over between you. Jake closed his eyes briefly as he held you, then slowly stepped back, his hands lingering on your arms for a moment longer before he let you go completely.

Turning away from you, he walked toward Maverick, who stood by the car with his arms crossed, his expression still stern but no longer as harsh. Jake gave him a sharp nod, acknowledging the silent tension that still lingered between them.

“Get going, Lieutenant,” Maverick said, his voice firm. “And don’t let me hear about you being anywhere other than your quarters tonight.”

Jake nodded, his voice steady but low. “Yes, sir.”

Without another word, Jake turned and headed toward his truck. You watched as he got in, glancing in your direction once more before he started the engine. The sound of his truck pulling away filled the quiet night, and soon enough, the taillights disappeared into the darkness.

Maverick let out a slow breath once Jake was gone, his rigid stance loosening ever so slightly. He turned toward you, his expression softening as he stepped closer, his eyes searching your face. “You okay?” he asked, his voice quieter now, filled with the concern of a father who had been shaken but was trying to hide it.

You nodded, though your heart was still racing. “Yeah, I’m okay,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. “I’m sorry, Dad. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

Maverick sighed, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into a hug. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he murmured, patting your back gently. “Let’s get you home now.”

You leaned into him, finding comfort in the familiar embrace, but even as you walked with him toward his car, your thoughts remained on Jake, his whispered promise still echoing in your mind.

[lunexsparx]

One Promised Real Proper Kiss

Summary: FLUFF ABSOLUTE FLUFF You and Caleb struck a deal in childhood that you're finally ready to cash in!

The rhythmic hum of the train echoed softly in your ears, the hypnotic sway of the carriage gently lulling your thoughts into a warm haze. Outside the window, Skyhaven approached rapidly, but your mind was far away—lost in memories of summers long past, vibrant and carefree.

You could almost feel the heat of the sun pressing down, carrying the drone of cicadas on a lazy breeze. It had been one of those perfect, sweltering days where your world was nothing more complicated than laughter and the cool splash of water beneath the sprinkler. Caleb's laughter had rung clear and bright beside you, both of you utterly drenched, hair plastered to your faces as you tumbled breathlessly in the soft grass.

“Pipsqueak, wait here, I’ll grab a towel,” Caleb had said, his voice affectionate yet authoritative even at that young age.

But you'd pouted defiantly, crossing your arms with an exaggerated huff. “I don’t need one, Caleb. I like being wet.”

“Oh, really?” Caleb’s eyes had sparkled mischievously, that familiar grin spreading slowly across his face. Before you could blink, he'd sprung forward, chasing after you with a fluffy towel fluttering behind him like a cape. Your shrieks and giggles pierced the humid afternoon as he finally caught you, tackling you gently to the ground. You squirmed beneath him, playfully protesting while the gentle tug of his gravity evol effortlessly kept you in place.

“That’s cheating!” you squealed, mock outrage dissolving into uncontrollable giggles.

“All’s fair in towels and war, Pip!” Caleb laughed, his voice warm and triumphant. Booping your nose as he finally relented, he carefully dried off your flushed cheeks and dripping hair. Each gentle swipe was an unspoken promise, a tender care etched permanently into your memory.

When exhaustion finally settled in, heavy and comfortable, the two of you had wandered lazily over to the swing set. Caleb took his usual spot beside you, settling in easily, legs kicking gently against the dirt as he extended his evol, giving your swing playful, airy pushes. Each surge of gravity sent your heart leaping joyfully into your throat.

“Higher, Caleb!” you begged, tipping your head back, delighted laughter spilling from your lips as your hair whipped around your face.

“One day you'll fly for real, Pips!” Caleb called out, eyes shining proudly as he propelled you skyward. “When I'm a pilot, I’ll take you all the way to the moon if you want.”

“Will we still live here?” your voice had been small yet earnest, your fingers gripping the swing chains tightly as you glanced back at him.

Caleb shrugged lightly, his confidence unwavering. “I'm sure Gran won’t mind. She’d love it.” His tone was casually reassuring, a balm to your fleeting worries.

You nodded thoughtfully, courage rising in your chest, emboldened by his certainty. “Will we be married?”

The question hung innocently in the air, yet it carried a weight that momentarily froze the cheerful momentum. Caleb’s heart skipped, his concentration slipping just enough for his evol to falter, leaving you suspended awkwardly mid-air.

“Hey!” you protested with mock irritation, legs dangling helplessly, kicking defiantly. “Let me down, Caleb!”

Caleb’s cheeks flushed crimson, quickly regaining control and gently setting the swing back in motion. But your piercing gaze stopped him cold when your feet finally touched the ground again, stomping forward to turn in his direction, your hands finding your hips as you fixed him with an accusing stare.

“What's wrong, Pipsqueak?” Caleb asked softly, the playful tone vanishing beneath a surge of genuine concern as he saw tears shimmering in your eyes. 

“Don't you want to marry me, Caleb?” your voice trembled, innocent and utterly heartbroken.

Caleb felt his pulse race, a storm of emotions swirling chaotically within him despite his young age. His mouth went dry, mind racing wildly, but as he met your hopeful gaze, his resolve solidified into something fierce and protective.

“I’ll marry you, Pip,” he finally said, voice unwavering, his heart clenching with a sincerity that startled even himself. He knew this was childish fantasy, innocent play—but looking into your determined eyes, he knew he was bound to you, fiercely protective, undeniably yours. He always had been. Always would be.

Your face brightened instantly, determination swiftly replacing any lingering sadness. You took a decisive step forward, tilting your chin up. “Then we should kiss, right? That’s what married people do.” You'd been watching princess movies lately, and it only made sense to ask such things.

Caleb swallowed visibly, heat flooding his face, his heart thudding violently in his chest. You were trouble, the very best kind—the kind he would gladly chase to the ends of the earth.

Caleb adored you more deeply than he could even understand, a feeling tangled up in fierce protectiveness and innocent longing. Of course, he wanted to kiss you—it was all he could do to resist. Yet, he knew instinctively you were too young to grasp what that kiss truly meant, even though he himself could barely comprehend the enormity of such a moment. A first kiss wasn't something to be taken lightly; it was something huge, something precious and unforgettable.

With a deep breath, Caleb gathered his courage and stepped closer, his heart thundering painfully loud in his chest. He leaned in slowly, gently, until his face was inches from yours, close enough to feel your nervous breath hitch and to see the flush rise softly in your cheeks.

"Someday, Pip," Caleb murmured tenderly, his voice low and careful. "Someday I'll be your first kiss. But—not yet, okay?"

He reached to affectionately ruffle your hair, but his hand froze midway as fresh tears shimmered in your eyes, betraying all your secret hopes. It dawned on him, with aching clarity, that you'd been longing for this kiss far longer than he’d realized—an innocent crush rooted deeply in trust and affection for him.

Caleb sighed softly, the warmth and amusement in his eyes mingling with something deeper and infinitely tender. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hand and pressed his fingers gently against your trembling lips, forming a soft, respectful barrier. With a gentle tilt of his head, he leaned forward and lightly kissed his own fingers—a delicate, fleeting gesture full of sweetness and complete sincerity.

Your eyes widened dramatically, surprise and delight blossoming across your face in equal measure.

"That’ll have to do for now, Pip," Caleb whispered warmly, his smile gentle but certain, promises dancing across his violet eyes.

The moment hangs suspended, fragile yet undeniably precious. Caleb's heart pounds fiercely within his chest as he carefully watches your stunned expression. Wide-eyed, breath held, your fingertips drift upward, hesitantly brushing against the spot where his fingers had rested—a featherlight touch filled with wonder and innocent yearning.

“But Caleb…” your voice trembles slightly, still soft with disbelief, a whisper barely louder than the chirping cicadas around you. “That wasn’t a real kiss.”

He chuckles softly, straightening his posture to appraise you from his slightly taller height. “Not yet,” he replies, eyes warm and reassuring, holding your earnest gaze. “But I promise, Pip—when it's the right time, you'll know.”

Your lower lip protrudes in an exaggerated pout, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with mischievous resolve. Caleb recognizes the stubborn determination etched clearly upon your features. Despite himself, he loves that fierce tenacity about you. How could he not?

With a tender, playful smile, he reaches out again, finally tousling your damp hair, the soft strands sliding through his fingers. "C'mon now, Pipsqueak. Don't get all pouty on me. You've got a whole life ahead of you for kisses n' stuff."

“But I want kisses from you,” you insist stubbornly, stamping one small foot into the damp ground, droplets of water still clinging to your toes.

A gasp escapes him at your words, and a gentle ache spreads warmly in Caleb’s chest. And I want that too, more than anything, he thinks silently, watching your resolute expression. He knows you're both still too young, too untouched by the world’s complexities to fully grasp the gravity of such a promise. And yet, his young heart—fierce, loyal, achingly raw—has already committed itself entirely. He’d shift mountains, realign stars, and reshape galaxies if only to keep that radiant smile on your face.

“Alright, Pip. How about we make a promise?” Caleb crouches to your level, his hands gentle on your slender shoulders, his gaze sincere and steady. “When we're older—really older—I’ll give you a real kiss. A proper one, just like you want. Deal?”

Your eyes widen dramatically, blinking rapidly as the enormity of the promise sinks in. Slowly, a dazzling smile blooms across your face, chasing away all shadows and doubt. With a delighted squeal, you throw your arms around his neck, nearly tipping him backward onto the grass, your laughter bubbling over in joyful bursts. "Pinky promise!" you declare breathlessly into his shoulder.

His laughter blends seamlessly with yours as he gathers you close, warmth flooding through him like sunlight after rain. Caleb feels your heartbeat flutter happily against his chest and knows, without any shred of doubt, he would willingly dedicate his entire life to safeguarding that precious rhythm.

"Promise," he whispers softly, his pinky latched with yours.

*************

When the train announces Skyhaven approaching, your memories gently dissolve into the present. Your face warms softly at the lingering memories, and anticipation bubbles within your chest, knowing you've finally reached a moment with Caleb where something truly special could unfold.

It had been nearly a year since Caleb re-entered your life, each moment spent slowly rediscovering the delicate, playful balance you'd shared in childhood. Gradually, the pain of separation—the shadowy ache of secrets and betrayal—had receded, now barely a whisper on the edge of your consciousness. The darkness that once clouded your connection seemed almost nonexistent, replaced by a gentle calmness, allowing precious time together, even if only briefly. Every week you'd carve out space for one another, whether through messages and video calls or quiet evenings at each other's apartments.

Today, however, was special—it was Caleb's birthday. A smile spread across your lips as you carefully tucked the package of thoughtfully chosen items beneath your arm, excitement fluttering warmly in your chest. You’d playfully lied, telling him you couldn't make it today due to an unavoidable mission. Hearing the disappointment in his voice gave you a devious thrill. But you'd promised him something memorable upon your return anyway.

Knowing Caleb would still be attending to fleet duties, you quietly made your way to his apartment, slipping inside effortlessly using the biometric scanner. You hoped he wouldn't notice you'd been there right away. Even if he did, the surprise was more what he’d find–not that you’d been there.

With a mischievous gleam dancing in your eyes, you moved quietly through his apartment, strategically placing items around the space—a carefully crafted scavenger hunt, each object tied to cherished memories you both shared. The final gift, a deeply personal token, you gently slipped beneath his pillowcase, heart fluttering with the implications laid there.

Satisfied, you left as quietly as you'd arrived, slipping outside to wait patiently in a nearby park, excitement humming through your veins as you imagined Caleb discovering your surprise.

After some time, knowing he would soon return home, you pulled out your phone and typed a playful message:

"Wish I could be there today, birthday boy! I promise I'll make it up to you! Can you do me a favor? I think I left something by your fruit basket last time I was there—can you check when you get home? :D"

Caleb's POV

Caleb's phone buzzed softly just as he pulled into his parking spot, the screen illuminating with your name. He arched an eyebrow curiously, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as a warm flutter rose in his chest. Without hesitation, his fingers flew over the screen, quickly sending back a teasing reply:

"ooook, what have u gotten into this time?"

Exiting the vehicle, Caleb scanned the parking lot instinctively, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of you hiding nearby, your mischief-filled eyes beaming in the shadows. Seeing no trace, he shook his head in amusement and headed toward his apartment, a spark of curiosity igniting within him.

Once inside, Caleb paused, the silence confirming he truly was alone. Intrigued, he approached the fruit basket you'd mentioned, his eyes immediately landing on the apples—and beside them, a plush apple toy you'd undoubtedly won recently at the arcade. Chuckling fondly, he shook his head and picked up the note carefully placed beside it, unfolding it gently:

"Crisp and sweet, your favorite treat, But still, there's plenty more to see— Beneath the wings of ancient bugs, you'll find a clue that memories tug."

Caleb snorted softly, his grin widening, his heart swelling with affection. Quickly, he pulled out his phone again, sending a playful message back to you:

"cute poem, pipsqueak—when did you even do this??"

He hit send, pocketing the phone as he eagerly made his way to the living room bookshelf, knowing precisely what you'd meant. His eyes landed on the familiar volume, slightly ajar, titled prominently: "Jurassic-era Beetles and Insects." Memories surged vividly—the countless afternoons he'd spent enthusiastically sharing endless bug facts while you listened with genuine interest, your eyes wide and curious. He laughed softly, touched deeply by the thoughtfulness behind your clue.

Pulling the book free, another note fluttered gently to his feet. Caleb picked it up swiftly, grinning warmly as he read your next whimsical verse:

"Look now to wings of metal, fast— memories soaring from our past. You promised me that very soon we'd take a trip up to the moon."

Caleb's brow furrowed briefly as he tried to recall the exact memory your note referred to. Your shared past was filled with countless stories of aircraft and spacecraft, but his thoughts quickly settled on one he held especially dear—the F-26 fighter jet model proudly displayed on his desk. It was the one you'd openly admired, eyes alight with fascination, asking him eager questions while he passionately shared every detail. He'd never confessed to you that he'd dreamed of piloting it specifically because of you—because he longed for the day you'd stand proudly below, cheering him on. And remarkably, that dream had become reality. You knew, Caleb realized with a surge of emotion; somehow, you'd always known. His chest tightened warmly as he understood how deeply you'd listened, how genuinely you'd cared about his passions. They mattered to you simply because they mattered to him.

Slowly, reverently, he lifted the model plane from its place, uncovering yet another carefully folded note beneath.

"We'd dreamed to be among the skies, promises made with brightened eyes. Your journey’s path has brought you far— find our almost kiss beneath the stars."

Caleb’s heart immediately recognized the moment described—the almost kiss. It had been his graduation, that electric, unforgettable day when you'd leaped joyously into his arms and impulsively kissed his cheek before he could even react. The unexpected warmth of your lips had sent his heart spiraling into a dizzying flight, a moment so pure, so powerful, it never needed a photo to be immortalized. Now, it sat proudly in a frame on his bedside dresser.

His pulse quickened as he moved eagerly toward his bedroom, curiosity mixing deliciously with nostalgia. Carefully, he lifted the frame, his eyes lingering fondly on the captured joy of that unforgettable day. With a gentle breath, he turned the frame around, his smile deepening when he discovered another note folded meticulously into a playful paper airplane. He unfolded it slowly, savoring every moment:

"That kiss of pride, and oh so sweet, the memory makes your heart skip beats. But now, your final clue awaits— beneath the pillow, don’t hesitate."

Final clue? Caleb’s heartbeat accelerated, a pleasant nervousness flooding through him as he crossed the room toward the bed. He paused briefly, savoring the electric thrill of anticipation, wishing fiercely for just a moment that you were there beside him, eyes sparkling with playful mischief. But curiosity tugged insistently at his thoughts, and he reached beneath the pillow without further delay.

His fingers brushed another slip of paper, this one feeling thicker, something carefully attached to its back. He pulled it free, his chest tightening with warmth as he read the final note:

"When we were small, beneath bright sun, We dreamed of all we might become. With sprinklers high and laughter sweet, You made a promise we'd someday keep."

Caleb’s breath caught sharply in his throat as he carefully flipped the note over. In his hand lay a lovingly handcrafted token, reminiscent of the playful coupons you'd often exchanged in childhood, scribbled with vibrant crayons in familiar handwriting. Bright, cheerful drawings—a smiling apple, joyful doodles decorating the edges—and in bold, heartfelt letters, the coupon read clearly:

"One Coupon for a Proper Real Kiss."

Caleb’s breath halted, heart frozen in awe-struck disbelief as his eyes traced the words once more, each letter etched with tender intent. His pulse hammered wildly, a surge of raw, overwhelming emotion washing over him. He had loved you deeply, fiercely, and quietly for as long as he could remember—never daring to believe this day would truly come. Never daring to dream you'd find him worthy, that he could be deserving of your love.

But here it was, undeniable proof that you had seen him—truly seen him—all along. Every quiet glance, every giggle, every time he spoke of bugs, all his plane loving antics, every lingering smile, every shared laugh had meant something after all. You'd chosen him, wanted him.

Before his mind could spiral further, he quickly reached for his phone, hands trembling slightly as he typed:

where are u

The message barely left Caleb’s fingertips before the faint chime of your phone echoed softly just beyond the door, instantly followed by a gentle, tentative knock. His heart surged violently within his chest, a rush of emotions so fierce it nearly overwhelmed him. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he crossed the apartment in quick strides, fingers trembling slightly as he grasped the handle.

Swinging open the door, Caleb froze, utterly transfixed. You stood before him, a vision framed in soft evening light, casually dressed yet breathtakingly radiant. Your eyes sparkled brightly, a blush painting your cheeks with shy excitement. Caleb's breath caught sharply, the sight of you nearly too much to bear after years spent dreaming of exactly this moment.

Your gaze flickered meaningfully toward the coupon still crumpled tenderly in Caleb's shaking hand. With an adorably playful tilt of your head, your voice came softly, barely above a whisper. "Well?" Taking a couple steps forward, without breaking your gaze, your fingers rose slowly, pressing gently against his mouth, mirroring the sweet, innocent gesture from your cherished childhood memory. His eyes widened and his breath hitched--his lips parting beneath your touch. Your voice came softly, barely above a whisper, yet trembling faintly with the weight of years of longing. “Are you ready to cash that in yet?”

Words dissolved completely, evaporating before they could even form. Caleb’s throat tightened painfully, eyes burning as every emotion he'd ever buried came rushing forth—years of longing, secret hopes, unspoken yearning. Slowly, deliberately, he reached up, capturing your wrist gently, his thumb brushing tenderly over your pulse. With careful, reverent motion, he guided your hand down, your fingertips reluctantly leaving his lips. “Yeah…” Caleb murmured thickly, voice filled with an ache you knew in your own marrow, gaze locked firmly with yours, "but a real, proper one."

Without hesitation, he leaned toward you, finding you already halfway there, your lips meeting with a force that felt as inevitable and irresistible as gravity itself. The kiss was explosive, an overwhelming collision of pent-up desire and profound tenderness, shattering the years of quiet longing into a cascade of explosive emotion. Every nerve in Caleb’s body flared with newfound intensity, your gentle whimpers and desperate breaths echoing his own in perfect harmony. Each touch and each caress grasped hungrily for more, unearthing the deeply rooted bond that had quietly held you both together through every storm.

At last, it felt undeniably as though you'd both come home.

The embrace deepened fiercely, fingers entwined in each other's hair, pulling impossibly close, as though you needed to absorb each other to make it real. Your bodies pressed together tightly, heartbeats aligning in perfect rhythm, stripping away every hesitation--every doubt--every shadow that had chased you both.

Eventually, as your kiss gently softened, breathless and wide-eyed, you stared into each other’s eyes, the silence around you filled with awe and unspoken truths. The reality of a new future laid bare before you, one that spoke of forever--the one you'd always dreamed of. Caleb’s heart pounded fiercely, wonder shimmering clearly in his violet gaze, emotions too intense to conceal.

“Happy birthday, Caleb,” you whispered tenderly, voice shaking softly with warmth, laughter, and unmistakable love.

His smile blossomed, tender yet impossibly vulnerable, eyes glistening gently with restrained tears. Drawing you carefully inside, he closed the door with quiet finality, leaning his forehead gently against yours as a soft, heartfelt sigh escaped him.

“Best birthday ever.”

End. :)

I went through Caleb's storyline again and just NEEDED to give this boy some fluff! I really think he'll get his "first" kiss for his bday--what do you think? And so sorry, I was fighting for my life with those poems don't judge meeee LOL

[sturniluvr]

Love in the sun

Lando Norris x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: none other than a few mentions of children (if you don’t like kids😭) possible spelling mistakes(?)

summary: Lando and Y/N go on holiday together during the summer break and come home engaged.

A/N: Keep in mind throughout that I have no idea how the luxury life works im broke asf so it may be inaccurate😭and sorry for quite a few time skips I had a bit of writers block😭

❗️semi proof read❗️

Y/N and Lando were currently halfway through their flight en route to Mykonos for a week while Lando had the summer break. The couple had a few things pre planned for the week in Greece such as a party boat they had booked prior to the holiday and Y/N was hoping for no more injuries on Lando's end after the incident in Amsterdam and going to a few tourist attractions, but they mostly just wanted to spend time with each other, they didn’t care what they were doing as long as they were together, and of course they were staying with Hilton as the couple always had the best experiences with Hilton hotels and being a sponsor of McLaren, it was only right they chose Hilton. 

Lando was scrolling on his phone and he felt a weight on his shoulder, he looked to his side and saw his girlfriend asleep on his shoulder. The love of his life, his best friend, his girl and hopefully, soon, his wife. She had been by his side since before he made it into f1, he remembers vividly how excited she was when he told her he was offered a seat with McLaren, she seemed more excited than he was, and she hadn’t left his side since. He smiled at the memory. He had a whole plan set in place to propose to Y/N, he couldn’t wait to propose to her, he had brought the ring around 2 years into the relationship when he was out with Max and he saw the perfect ring that just screamed Y/N to him and he’d just been waiting for the perfect moment, which was this holiday and also their 5 year anniversary. 

time skip to landing

Lando was looking out the window in his own world when he heard the pilot over the intercom. 

“Mr Norris, we will be starting descent in Mykonos in about 10 minutes so please get ready to fasten your seatbelt sir.” On cue, he saw the little seatbelt light come on above his head. He gently shook Y/N to wake her up. 

“Darling, we’ll be landing soon, you need to put your seatbelt on.” He spoke quietly as he knows she doesn’t like loud noises when she first wakes up. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes and lifted her head off Lando’s shoulder. Lando looked at her with a soft smile and a little chuckle escaped his lips at the sight of the woman’s messy hair.  

“Hey sleepy head, pilot just said to put our belts on we’ll be descending soon.” She nodded at him as she fixed her hair and put her belt on, Lando doing the same next to her. 

As they got closer to the ground, Y/N grabbed hold on Lando’s hand to comfort herself as landing was probably her least favourite part of flying and he rubbed her knuckles in a comforting manner. 

After landing, they grabbed their luggage and made their way to the chauffeur who led them to the car provided by Hilton to take them to the hotel.  

small time skip cus I’m lazy

They arrived to their room in the hotel and unpacked their suitcases and got changed into some clothes more suited to the warm climate of the island they were on for the next two weeks as they had an early flight and when the couple arrived it was only early afternoon After changing, Y/N and Lando left the hotel and went for a small walk around the town and get anything little essentials they may need while on holiday like bottles of water, snacks for the hotel room etc. 

“Don’t forget we need to buy sunscreen aswel, since somebody left it behind being the clever clogs he is.” Y/N said, giving Lando a cheeky smile.  

“Ha Ha, very funny cheeky.” Lando replied sarcastically, pinching her side softly. The couple laughed as they continued to walk in and out of shops and buy the essentials. 

Later on that day, Y/N was relaxing on a sunbed reading her book and Lando was next to her on another sunbed with his hat over his eyes. About half hour later, Y/N was now lying on her stomach so she could tan her back aswel as her front and she felt a pair of hands smack her bum. She looked behind to see her boyfriend with a boyish smile on his face, she smiled back at him and rolled her eyes jokingly at his actions. 

“Do you want another drink baby? I'm going to the bar.” Lando stated and she nodded. 

“Same again please Lan, I'm going to head up to the room for a little siesta, it’s getting pretty warm out here.” He nodded in understanding knowing how easily the heat got to her sometimes, that’s why he always made sure she was well hydrated and was taking care of herself. 

“Okay baby, I’ll grab our drinks and I’ll come up aswel and have a quick shower or something.” She nodded at her boyfriend before he left to go get their drinks from the bar. She packed up everything she had brought down to the pool with her and made her way into the hotel and up to their room. 

couple days later

Y/N was relaxing on the balcony of the hotel room while waiting for Lando to get back, he’d told her he was going out to get some more water for the room when in reality he was sat in the hotel reception talking on the phone to the manager of the restaurant he was planning to take Y/N to on the last day of the holiday, their anniversary, to finalise any details about the proposal and the booking details.  

“So, you’ll tell her you’re going to the bathroom and one of our waiters will lead her out to the beach? Is that correct Mr Norris?” the manager asked Lando over the phone.

“Yes, that is correct. Thank you again for helping me with this. It means a lot.” Lando replied, the manager smiled at the idea of young love.

“It's quite alright sir. Right, that's all booked and ready for you for a few days' time.” 

Once everything was finalised, he thanked the manager and hung up the phone and left the hotel with a small smile on his face at the thought of him proposing to the love of his life in the next couple days and made his way to the little shop 10 minutes from the hotel and grabbed the bottles of water like he had told Y/N he was doing. 

He walked back to the hotel and into the hotel room where he was met with the sight of Y/N asleep on the sofa in the living area with the balcony door open to let a breeze in and her book covering her face. He smiled in amusement and put the crate of water bottles down and he made his way over to the sofa. He crouched down in front of her and took her book from off her face, keeping his thumb on the page so she wouldn’t lose her page and quickly put her bookmark in place before closing it. He gently shook her awake.  

“Wake up sleepy head. We need to go downstairs for lunch soon.” She opened her eyes lazily and looked at Lando with a sleepy smile which he returned with a smile of his own. She slowly sat up and picked up her half drunk bottle of water off the table in front of her. 

“Hey pretty girl, the sun tired you out huh?” He joked, stroking her thigh. She nodded softly before speaking. 

“Yeah, and it didn’t help next door had a crying baby and I couldn’t focus on my book, so I just came inside.” Lando chuckled at her response.  

“We’ll be heading down for lunch in a minute if you wanna go freshen up a bit beforehand.” The curly haired boy spoke, Y/N nodded and made her way to their bedroom to put a clean top on as she had some sweat stains that didn’t look flattering at all and touched up the small amount of makeup she had on which consisted of just concealer, mascara and some lip balm. 

The couple both headed down to lunch, indulging in conversation about the most random topics causing them both to start laughing. The couple were suddenly interrupted by a little girl, who looked no older than 5 and had a little bunny stuffed animal in her arms, who came up to them and tapped Y/N’s arm softly. 

“Excuse me miss, can you help me find my mummy. I was with her and my older brother and now I can’t find them.” The older woman’s eyes softened at the sight of the tears in the little girl's eyes. She nodded at her. 

“Of course, sweetheart. What’s your name?” Y/N spoke in a gentle tone. 

“Emily, I’m sorry for interrupting you two, but I recognised Lando because Jack my brother is a formula one fan and I’ve seen him on tv, so I thought you two seemed safe rather than a complete stranger.” Emily admitted shyly, Lando nodded at her with a smile before the couple stood up to help her find her brother and mum. 

“You did the right thing sweetie. C’mon we’ll help you find your mum” Lando spoke, he held the little girl's small hand in his and the three of them made their way over to the front desk at reception. 

“Excuse me, this little girl has lost her mum. Do you have any idea where she could be?” Y/N asked the lady on the front desk. She nodded and made her way around to the front of the desk so she could talk to Emily. 

“What does your mum look like sweetheart?” She asked as she crouched down to her size. 

“Brown hair, green eyes, she had a long blue dress on, she was with my older brother who was wearing red swim shorts and a Minecraft t-shirt” the receptionist nodded at her. All of a sudden, they heard the voice of a woman, Y/N looked up to see a woman matching Emily’s description of her mother.  

“Emily! There you are baby!” She ran over and gave her a quick hug. Emily pointed to the three other adults before she spoke to her mum.

“The helped me mummy. Lando and his girlfriend helped me find you and the nice lady on reception!” Emily walked over to Y/N and gave her a hug which Y/N reciprocated. 

“Thank you.” Emily muttered smiling up at the couple. They both smiled at her. 

“Thank you for helping my daughter, we were so worried!” Her mum exclaimed.  

“It’s fine honestly! I can’t imagine how worried I’d be if I’d lost my kid in a resort this big.” She replied, the two women chuckling at her response. Lando looked to Jack and smiled. 

“Hey buddy, I hear you’re a formula one fan? Do you want a photo?” He asked and Jack nodded quickly, the children’s mum pulled out her phone and Jack walked over to Lando and the pair took a photo together. Jack said a quick thank you to the driver before the little family headed off and the couple went to their room to get ready for the party boat they were going on later, which thankfully did not end in any injuries on Lando’s part this time.

 

the last night of the holiday

Tonight was Y/N and Lando’s last night of the holiday, and it was their anniversary. After a morning full of cuddles, kisses, some less PG stuff and exchanging cards and gifts, the couple had spent the rest of the day walking around visiting little landmarks around Mykonos and getting gifts for family members.  

They were now currently getting ready to head out to the Italian restaurant Lando had booked for them. Y/N was wearing a flowy white dress that came down to just below her knees and Lando was wearing a plain white dress shirt and some khaki shorts that Y/N had brought him just before they came to Mykonos. 

“You ready sweetheart?” Lando shouted to Y/N from the bedroom. She walked in and smiled at him. 

“Yup. You ready?” She replied walking into the bedroom smiling at Lando who was sat on the bed. He reached out to her and rested his hands on her waist and pulled her into him, he pulled her down slightly and planted a kiss to her lips. 

“You look stunning baby. An absolute princess if you ask me.” he expressed with a small smirk on his face. She grabbed her bag off the bed and grabbed Lando’s hand and the couple made their way out the hotel and to the restaurant.  

Once they arrived at the restaurant, the waiter took them to their seats and took their orders, coming back shortly after with the drink orders which was some red wine for both of them. When they had their food brought to them around 20 minutes later, they ate their food while talking about anything they could think of. There was never a dull moment with Y/N and Lando’s conversations.

After eating and having paid the bill. Lando was about to put the plan into motion. 

“I’m just gonna head to the bathroom before we leave gorgeous. Won’t be long.” She nodded at Lando, what she didn’t realise was Lando was actually leaving through the back entrance of the restaurant to get to the beach across from the restaurant without Y/N realising. 

Shortly after, the waiter came over to Y/N and held his arm out for her to take. 

“If you’d like to close your eyes and follow me miss.” he requested. She skeptically complied and took his arm as she closed her eyes, and he took her across to the beach where Lando was waiting by the ocean.  

Once she was in front of Lando, he silently thanked the waiter and he left and went back to the restaurant. Lando grabbed Y/N’s hands in his and she took that as a sign to open her eyes and her and Lando were the only ones on the beach and the only sounds was the water crashing onto the sand. Lando began to speak. 

“Y/N, from the moment I made it home after our first date when we were 19, I knew you were the one. You’ve been with me through the ups and downs of not only my life, but my entire career and I could not thank you enough. You experienced my first podium with me and my first win and every other milestone in my career and I’ll forever be grateful to have you by my side for everything. My mum always told me as a kid that when I meet the one, I’d feel it. You’re the one Y/N. You’re my person.” Lando announced. Y/N’s hand flew over her mouth as Lando got down onto one knee and pulled out a red velvet box, opening the box to reveal the most stunning diamond ring, tears were welling in both of the adults’ eyes. 

“Y/N M/N/ L/N, will you make the happiest man ever and marry me?” He spoke with a hint of emotion in his voice. She vigorously nodded her head, tears flowing down her cheeks. 

“Yes Lando! Of course I’ll marry you” she replied. He grinned up at her and placed the ring on her left ring finger as he stood back up, hearing distant claps from people passing by and sat outside the restaurant who had witnessed the proposal. He then cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a passionate kiss full of love. The newly engaged couple pulled out of the kiss and smiled at each other, eyes filled with just as much love as the day they met. 

“I love you so much my darling girl. I can’t wait for you to be my wife.” He grinned ear to ear at his now fiancée.  

“I love you too my love. I can’t wait to be married to you and spend the rest of our lives together.” She replied, smiling back at her fiancé. 

They made their way up the beach, walking along the shore in a comfortable silence. Y/N was first to break the silence. 

“Oh my god I just realised I can now put my Pinterest board to use!” She exclaimed in excitement, clapping her hands together with a beaming smile on her face. Lando let out a laugh at her. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Y/N wrapped her arm around his waist. 

“I knew you’d say that you muppet” Lando joked. She smiled softly up at him. 

“We’re both muppets but we’re each other's muppets.” She corrected the driver. He just smiled at his girl. 

“That we are beautiful, that we are.” He softly chuckled as they continued to walk down the beach. 

Once they got home from Mykonos early the next morning, Y/N and Lando had announced the proposal on social media and rang their families, who were all very happy and excited for the couple. 

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y/user: Mykonos with my favourite human, swipe to the end for a surprise👀 (hint: he’s now completely off the market ladies🤭)

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landonorris: had the best time with you beautiful, love you forever🤍

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y/user: right back at you my love. Love you more❤️

pietra.pilao: congratulations you two!! So happy! Love you both🫶🏻

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y/user: thank you p! We love you too🫶🏻

mclaren: congratulations to you both!🧡

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lilyzneimer: omg!! Congrats you guys🤍(I better be your bridesmaid y/n/n😉😂)

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y/user: thank you lils! You already know you’re my bridesmaid babe!😉😘

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landonorris: Lando Norriz who?😏 here’s to forever with you my darling girl I can’t wait for you to be Mrs Norris🥂I love you endlessly🤍

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y/user: I love you my boy🤍can’t wait to be mrs Norris🤍 (and to use my Pinterest board😝)

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landonorris: 😭😭😭 I do love you baby😂❤️

oscarpiastri: congrats mate!👏🏻Love you both!🧡 (Y/N and Lily have already been messaging non-stop about dresses😭)

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landonorris: thanks osc!🧡 and trust me mate, I know😭

y/user: watch it you pair, lily will be just as bad when you finally grow a pair and propose osc😌😘

lilyzneimer: yes I will😉😘

oscarpiastri: 👀

maxfewtrell: congrats you pair! Lots of love❤️

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landonorris: cheers mate we love you too❤️

user3: omg my parents!!😭🫶🏻also trust Lando to wear a jumper in Mykonos😭

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You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Favourite Smell

Anon: You can do it with a pilot between charles, lando, max, lewis, carlos and it ends up in smut like "I love your smell"

Song: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Author’s note: Hey anon! I'm not that good at writing smut so please bear with me! Please like, reblog and share this! <33

Word count: 4.6k

MASTERLIST - F1

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your work-induced haze. You glance up at the clock on your computer screen and see that it's already past 11pm.

You sigh, realizing how exhausted you truly are. Just a few hours ago, you were navigating through turbulent skies, ensuring the safe arrival of hundreds of passengers. Flying airplanes for a week straight really takes a lot out of you, but the thrill of being in the air makes it all worthwhile.

You had just arrived home, your body still vibrating from the hum of the engines, and now you find yourself jolted back to reality by the sudden noise.

Despite your fatigue, you find a small sense of comfort in the familiarity of your home. The soft glow of your office lamp, the faint scent of your favorite candle, and the quiet stillness of the night all serve as a gentle reminder that you're finally back in your sanctuary.

You save your last email and swivel your chair around to see Max walking into the living room, looking as handsome as ever.

It's been months since you last saw him in person, and the sight of him takes your breath away. His chiseled jawline, the way his hair effortlessly falls into place, and those piercing eyes that seem to look right through you—every detail is even more striking than you remembered.

You almost forgot just how handsome and hot he is, but now, standing before you, he looks like he stepped straight out of your dreams.

Max's presence fills the room, and you can't help but feel a magnetic pull towards him. As he walks closer, a warm smile spreads across his face, making your heart skip a beat.

You realize just how much you've missed him, and the thought of reconnecting fills you with a renewed sense of excitement and anticipation.

"Hey you," you say, standing up to greet him with a kiss. He wraps his arms around you and lifts you off the ground, spinning you around in a circle before setting you back down.

"I missed you," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. "God, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too," you reply, your heart fluttering in your chest. "How was your flight?"

"It was good," he says, his hands already starting to wander down your body. "But it's nothing compared to being here with you."

You laugh and swat his hands away, but you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. It's been months since you two last saw each other, and you can feel the heat building between you already.

"Let me take a shower and then we can catch up," you say, pulling away from him.

"Can I join you?" he asks, his eyes darkening with desire.

You hesitate for a moment, but the thought of his hands on your body is too tempting to resist. "Okay," you say, nodding your head. "But no funny business."

He grins and follows you into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he goes. By the time you step into the shower, he's already naked and waiting for you.

You step under the hot water and let it wash over you, closing your eyes and sighing with pleasure.

As the water cascades over your body, you can feel the tension of the day slowly melting away. You're aware of his presence behind you, the heat of his skin just inches from yours, and it sends shivers down your spine.

A mix of excitement and nervousness bubbles within you, but you focus on the soothing sensation of the water, trying to stay in the moment.

You feel Max's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him, and you open your eyes to see him looking down at you with a hungry expression.

His touch is electric, sending tingles through your skin as his fingers trace the curve of your waist.

The warmth of his breath against your neck makes your heart race, and you can feel the firm press of his body against yours, grounding you in the intensity of the moment.

The combination of the steamy water and his closeness creates a heady, intoxicating atmosphere that leaves you breathless.

"I love your smell," he says, pressing his nose into your shoulder and inhaling deeply.

You laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth and you moan, feeling his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

"I've missed you," you say again, your voice husky with desire.

The intensity of it all is overwhelming, a blend of longing, passion, and a deep-seated connection that seems to transcend words. Each touch, each breath, feels like a reaffirmation of something profound and unspoken between us.

My heart pounds in my chest, a rhythm that mirrors the urgency and desire coursing through my veins.

He growls and picks you up, pinning you against the shower wall and thrusting his hips against yours. You can feel the heat building between us, your body responding to his touch without hesitation.

"I need you," he says, his voice low and urgent. "I need to be inside you."

You nod, unable to speak. You want him just as much as he wants you. He reaches down and guides his cock inside you, and you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up.

He starts to move, thrusting in and out of you with a desperate need. You wrap your legs around his waist and hold on, your nails digging into his shoulders as he fucks you harder and harder.

"Yes, yes," you moan, your head falling back against the shower wall. "Fuck, Max, yes."

He groans and quickens his pace, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again. You can feel yourself getting close, your body tensing up as the pleasure builds.

"I'm going to cum," you gasp, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Cum for me," he says, his voice strained. "Cum all over my cock."

You cry out as you come, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. He follows you over the edge, his cock twitching inside you as he releases.

You stay like that for a moment, your bodies slick with sweat and water. He pulls you close and kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck, your heart still pounding in your chest.

You take a deep breath as you slowly come back to reality. He kisses you again, slow and soft this time, and you can feel the love between us.

The warmth of his body against mine is comforting, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothes the lingering intensity of our encounter. My muscles, still trembling from the peak of pleasure, begin to relax as I take in the scent of his skin mixed with the steam of the shower.

As we stand there, enveloped in each other’s embrace, I feel a profound sense of contentment and connection, a silent promise of love and devotion.

"I love you," he says, his eyes shining with emotion.

"I love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with happiness.

You finish your shower and dry off, getting dressed in comfortable clothes before settling on the couch to catch up on each other's lives.

But even as you talk and laugh, your mind keeps drifting back to the feel of his body against yours, his cock inside you.

You know that you have a long night ahead, and you can't wait to explore every inch of each other's bodies. . . .

Today, Max's desire for you was really insatiable, and he follows you around the house after an intense bathroom encounter.

"I'm not done yet," Max mutters, his voice low and husky with need.

You try to resist, but his touch is intoxicating, and you find yourself unable to deny him. As you walk into the kitchen, he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

"Max, I'm tired," you protest, but your words lack conviction.

He nuzzles your neck, his lips brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Just a little while longer," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

His hands start to wander, caressing your body in all the right places. You feel yourself weakening, your resistance melting away. He lifts you up onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs apart.

"Max, what are you doing?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I want you," he says, his voice filled with longing.

"We shouldn't, you have something tomorrow," you start, but Max's lips on yours stop you mid-sentence.

"Stop thinking," he mutters against your mouth, his kiss deepening as if to erase any lingering doubts.

You try to pull away, rational thoughts battling with the desire flooding your veins, but Max's grip tightens, his hands firm and persuasive.

"Max, we really should..." you attempt to protest once more, though the words come out softer, less certain.

"Just this once," he pleads, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race. "I'll make it worth your while."

His hands continue their exploration, coaxing and caressing in ways that make coherent thought nearly impossible. You let out a sigh, knowing that resisting him is futile, especially when he's like this.

"Okay, but just this once," you finally concede, your voice barely audible as you give in, your body already responding to his every touch.

Max started kissing you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned, your head falling back as he trailed kisses down your neck. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing you.

"You feel so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You moaned, your hips bucking up to meet his. "Max," You said, your voice breathless.

Max didn't need any more encouragement. He slid into you, filling you up completely. You moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your hips moving in time with his. "Max, harder," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max started thrusting harder, his cock hitting you in all the right spots. How he managed to hit it every time, you'll never know.

You moaned, your head falling back as pleasure washed over you.

"Yes, Max, yes," You said, your voice breathless.

Max leaned down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked and bit, his hands gripping your hips. You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, Max," You said, your voice strained.

Max started thrusting harder and faster, his cock hitting me deeper and deeper. You moaned, your head thrown back as pleasure consumed you.

"Max, I'm close," You said, your voice breathless.

Max groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Me too," he said, his voice strained.

You moaned, your orgasm rushing over you. "Max, yes, yes," You said, your voice a whisper.

Max groaned, his cock twitching inside you as he came. We both sat there, panting and sweating, for a few moments.

"I told you I wasn't done yet," he whispers, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You smile, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment as you catch your breath. "You definitely weren't," you murmur, running your fingers through his hair.

"But we really shouldn't make this a habit," you add with a teasing grin, although a part of you knows it's going to be hard to resist him in the future.

He chuckles softly, lifting his head to look into your eyes. "We'll see about that," he says, his tone both playful and serious. "For now, let's just enjoy this moment," he suggests, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You nod, cuddling closer, feeling his warmth enveloping you as you both drift into a peaceful silence, savoring the aftermath of your passionate encounter.

His charisma and the undeniable chemistry you share make it difficult to keep your distance. Every touch, every glance between you seems to ignite a fire that can't easily be extinguished.

As much as you try to remind yourself of the complications, the magnetic pull you feel towards him is almost impossible to ignore.

He rests his head at the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your skin. Each kiss sends a shiver down your spine, and occasionally, he teases you with a playful bite that makes you gasp softly.

The intimacy of the moment, the way he seems to know exactly how to make you feel alive, only deepens your connection. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation, his breath warm against your neck.

As you lie there, you can't help but think about the complexities of your relationship. Part of you knows that allowing yourself to get swept up in this passion could lead to complications, but another part of you craves the intensity of your bond.

His touch, his presence, everything about him feels like a magnet pulling you in. For now, you decide to surrender to the moment, letting the warmth of his kisses and the comfort of his embrace wash over you.

His lips continue their tender assault, and you can't help but tilt your head, giving him better access.

"You're making it very hard to resist," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath.

He pauses, looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Good," he murmurs against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing, "because I don't intend to be resisted."

The line between desire and restraint blurs further as you both surrender to the undeniable chemistry that binds you.

Suddenly, he scoops you up with a swift, effortless motion, his strong arms sliding beneath your thighs. You gasp in surprise, clinging to him as he carries you towards the bedroom, his eyes never leaving yours.

The playful glint in his gaze only fuels the fire within you, making your heart race even faster. The world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you and the magnetic pull that binds you together.

As he lays you gently on the bed, you feel the anticipation building, every nerve in your body alight with desire. His hands trace delicate patterns along your skin, each touch leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of your shared breaths and the quiet hum of your heartbeat. In this moment, nothing else matters except the undeniable connection you share, and you surrender completely, allowing yourself to be consumed by the intensity of your bond.

He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You know, we should go to sleep. We've got a lot of things happening tomorrow."

You blink, the haze of desire lifting slightly as reality seeps back in. "You're right," you murmur, though part of you aches to continue this intimate dance.

Max grins, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

"But," he says, his voice softening, "just because we need to sleep doesn't mean we can't enjoy these small moments."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with physical touch. "True," you reply, snuggling closer to him.

Max then traced his fingers across your back, sending tingles down your spine. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were memorizing every curve and contour.

You closed your eyes, savoring the sensation and the quiet intimacy that wrapped around you both like a cocoon. The world outside seemed so far away, its demands and responsibilities unable to penetrate the sacred bubble you had created together.

As his fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. The day's worries melted away, replaced by the comforting rhythm of his touch.

Max's presence was a soothing balm, grounding you in the here and now. "These moments are what make everything else worthwhile," he whispered, his breath stirring the hair at the nape of your neck.

You nodded, a contented smile playing on your lips. In this shared silence, you both found solace, knowing that no matter what tomorrow brought, you would face it together.

The gentle caress of Max's fingers, combined with the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing, lulled you into a state of serene drowsiness. You felt your thoughts begin to drift, each one softer and more distant than the last.

It was as if the very essence of the night was wrapping around you, pulling you gently into its embrace. The boundaries between wakefulness and sleep blurred, and you let yourself be carried away by the tranquility of the moment.

You didn't know when you fell asleep, only that you awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains.

Max's arm was still around you, his presence a constant, reassuring anchor. For a moment, you simply lay there, basking in the warmth of his body and the quiet promise of a new day.

The world outside might have been calling, but here, in this space, you found a rare and precious peace.

Birdsong filled the air, a melodic chorus that signaled the start of a new day. The gentle rustling of leaves in the morning breeze added a soothing backdrop, while the distant hum of early morning traffic provided a subtle reminder of the world beyond your sanctuary.

These sounds blended together, creating a harmonious symphony that welcomed you into the day with a sense of calm and renewal.

As you stretched, you felt a dull ache in your muscles, a lingering reminder of the previous day's exertions. A blush crept up your cheeks as fleeting memories of yesterday's passionate moments surfaced.

The way Max had looked at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and tenderness, played over in your mind. Each touch, each whispered word had left an indelible mark, a testament to the intensity of your connection.

You turned your head slightly, watching Max's peaceful expression as he continued to sleep.

The blush deepened as your gaze traced the line of his jaw, recalling how it felt beneath your fingers.

Despite the soreness, a small smile formed on your lips, gratitude filling your heart for the beautiful moments you shared. The day ahead might be demanding, but the memory of yesterday's shared intimacy provided a wellspring of strength and joy to draw from.

Suddenly, Max's hand on your waist started to move, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. "Does it still hurt?" you heard him mutter, his voice thick with sleep and concern.

Startled, you turned to face him, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. "A little," you admitted shyly, avoiding his gaze. "But it's a good kind of sore."

Max's eyes softened as he looked at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'm sorry if I was too rough," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You shook your head, a small, bashful smile forming on your lips. "No, it was perfect," you reassured him, feeling a rush of warmth at his caring touch. "Really, Max, it was perfect."

His smile widened, and he pulled you closer, wrapping you in his comforting embrace as the world outside slowly came to life. . . .

The sun streams through the window blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the living room floor. You sprawl on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on the TV, your thoughts drifting to Max, who's off at the gym.

It had been a few days since your last intimate moment with Max, and the memory lingered in your mind, a sweet ache that you couldn’t shake.

The way his touch had made your skin tingle, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, it all felt so vivid, so immediate, even though it was already slipping into the past.

You found yourself craving that connection again, the way your bodies fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces finally finding their match.

As you continued to flip through the channels, a wave of longing washed over you. You imagined him walking through the door, still sweaty from his workout, his muscles taut and glistening.

You could almost feel the heat radiating from his body as he leaned down to kiss you, his lips a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and you knew that when he comes back, you would make sure to remind him just how much you missed him.

A smile plays at the corners of your lips as you remember the way he looked this morning, his hair still mussed from sleep and his eyes bright with excitement for the day ahead.

The sound of the front door opening startles you out of your reverie. Max walks in, his cheeks flushed from exertion and his eyes filled with a warmth that sends a shiver down your spine.

He crosses the room in a few long strides, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he passes.

"Hey, babe," he says, his voice low and husky. "How was your day?"

"Boring without you," you reply, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of his eyes. "How was your workout?"

"Good," he says, his gaze dropping to your lips. "But not as good as what I have in mind for later."

Your heart skips a beat as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, lingering kiss. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, and you open to him, welcoming the invasion with a sigh of pleasure.

The kiss deepens, and you find yourself pulling him down onto the couch, your legs tangling with his as you explore each other's mouths. His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt.

"God, I want you," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I've been thinking about this all day."

"Me too," you pant, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. "I need you, Max."

He helps you strip off his shirt, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of your bare skin. His hands are warm and sure as they explore your body, his fingers tracing patterns of fire across your skin.

You arch up against him, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he nips at your earlobe, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck. He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers finding the damp heat of your pussy.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "I can't wait to taste you."

He drops to his knees, his hands sliding up your thighs as he presses kisses to your skin. His tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your panties, and you moan, your hips bucking up against his mouth.

He hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs and tossing them aside. His tongue finds your clit, circling and teasing the sensitive nub until you're squirming with pleasure.

"Max, please," you gasp, your fingers threading through his hair. "I need more."

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "Beg for it," he says, his voice low and commanding.

"Please, Max," you beg, your voice shaking with need. "Fuck me with your tongue. I want to feel you inside me."

He growls, his tongue plunging into your pussy with a hunger that makes you cry out. He licks and sucks, his fingers joining in, thrusting in and out of your slick heat.

You're close, so close, and then he curls his fingers, finding that spot inside you that sends you spiraling over the edge. You come hard, your back arching off the couch as you scream his name.

He stands, his cock hard and throbbing against his pants. He strips off his pants and boxers, his cock springing free, thick and hard and ready for you.

You sit up, reaching for him, pulling him down onto the couch. He settles between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance.

"Look at me," he says, his voice low and intense.

You meet his gaze, your eyes locked as he thrusts into you, filling you completely. You moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he starts to move.

He sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours as he fucks you hard and deep. You meet him thrust for thrust, your bodies slick with sweat as you chase your release.

"Yes, Max," you gasp, your nails raking down his back. "Harder, fuck me harder."

He growls, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his climax.

You can only moan in response, your body overwhelmed with pleasure. Max's thrusts become more erratic, his balls slapping against your ass. You can feel yourself getting close, your muscles tensing up.

"Max, I'm gonna cum," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Max grunts, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you tighten around my cock."

It's all it takes for you to tip over the edge, your orgasm ripping through your body. You cry out, your muscles clenching around Max's cock. He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reaches his own release.

"Fuck, yes," he growls, his cock twitching inside you.

You both collapse onto the couch, your bodies spent. Max pulls out, his cum spilling out of your pussy. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Feeling better now?" he asks, smirking.

You can't help but laugh, your body still humming with pleasure. "Much better, thanks to you."

Max chuckles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Glad to hear it," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

"I was thinking, maybe next time we could try something new. I’ve been wanting to explore a few ideas with you."

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly did you have in mind?" His smirk widens, eyes darkening with mischief. "You'll just have to wait and see," he whispers, planting another kiss on your lips.

The promise of what’s to come sends another thrill through you, and you smile, anticipation already building for your next encounter. . . .

[kat-mobile]

Hi! I saw that your requests were open so I'll just drop this off here ~

Jake seresin and female reader just with some morning fluffy type cuddle stuff - maybe a little spice if you're comfortable with it !

ty<3

Do you think we'll be in love forever?

A/N: When I tell you that I used to be obsessed with this man, like full on obsessed. Once in summer 2022 I spent 12 hours on tumblr reading jake seresin fanfic 😭. To my anons I am working on all your tommy shelby requests, I just did this one first because it's my first Jake request and I love him very much!! Hope you like it ❤️❤️

You were rudely pulled from your beauty sleep by the shrill ring of Jakes alarm, the clock on your nightstand showing it to be 5am, way too early for anyone in their right mind to be getting up. Sadly though, your boyfriend was not in his right mind as he actively chose to get up at this absurd time everyday to get to the gym before making his way to base. You groaned, rolling over and away from the clock to bury your face into your pillow and block out the noise as he reached over you to turn it off. At least he actually woke up today, he has a terrible habit of sleeping through alarms, always the extremely loud and early ones. He had to slap the top of the clock a few times but eventually the room fell quiet again and you prepared yourself to be pushed away so he could get up to dress and leave.

However, this morning he surprised you by pulling you close and winding his arms tighter around your waist, lowering his head down and smushing his nose into the crown of your head whilst he was at it. San Diego was hot this time of year and lying flush with the human furnace that is Jake Seresin was not helping, but you didn't have it within you to move, letting your pleasure overshadow your discomfort. It wasn't long before you started to drift off back into a state of sleep, safe and content in Jakes arms, but the pilot quickly grew bored. Humming a tune into your messy bed head and gently tapping along to a beat only he could hear against your hip bone, he finds ways to pass the time, always having to be doing something, always has to be moving.

Jake is someone who likes a schedule, he likes to know what he's doing and when he's doing it, it helps to ease the stress of the job. But if jake is skipping his daily routine of leaving you to lay in a cold bed in favour of the gym... well let's just say you're not complaining.

You know that soon enough Jake will still have to leave your carefully crafted bubble, needing to arrive at Base for half 6, but you push that thought to the back of your mind and shift your body to twist to face him. Keeping your eyes firmly shut but leaning up and stretching your neck to pepper little, soft kisses along the underside of his jaw, you bring a hand up to ghost along his side, returning his embrace. Kissing upwards until you finally meet his lips, legs intertwining with his, a lazy smile stretches across his face. He has to get up in roughly less than twenty minutes but for now he's more than happy where he is, holding you close and slowly drifting in and out of consciousness, being lulled by the sound of your gentle breathing. 

[theotherbuckley]

Just some Bucktommy headcanons <3

- Buck always struggles to hide his surprise every time Tommy goes out of his way to turn up for him because he’s not used to someone actually showing up for him. Tommy sets out to always prove him wrong.

- Tommy was completely prepared for Buck to be a baby gay (inclusive) and still chokes every time Buck is super flirty, not that he’s complaining.

- After bad shifts they both take care of each other and help each other wash off and then cuddle together.

- The first time Tommy sees Buck with Jee he damn near has a heart attack. Buck sees him and gets worried but Tommy just tells him he’s adorable and Buck blushes.

- Buck gets butterflies and blushes so hard every single time Tommy calls him cute or adorable or anything like that because he’s not used to being perceived in that way and he loves it.

- Every single time Buck sees a helicopter he sends a pic to Tommy asking if it’s him. This leads to Tommy sending Buck photos of random doggos and asking if it’s Buck.

- Buck can’t shut up about his how his boyfriend is a pilot and will tell anyone who will listen.

- Buck loves how Tommy calls him Evan it makes his heart skip a beat. One day Tommy asks him about it because everyone else calls him Buck and should he? And Buck ducks his head and says “I like the way you say it.”

- They have a vulnerable discussion and Buck tells Tommy about Daniel and growing up constantly getting hurt and Tommy shares his rough childhood with his parents divorce and feeling like nobody was in his corner. Tommy vows never to let Buck think he’s worth anything less than everything and Buck makes sure Tommy knows that hes got him has a steady figure. He invites Tommy to all the 118 gatherings to make sure he knows that he has them too.

- At one of the gatherings Bobby takes Tommy aside and he thinks he’s getting the shovel talk but Bobby just hugs him and welcomes him to the family. Tommy has to wipe his eyes before going back out to the gathering.

- Tommy talks to Hen privately and profusely apologises for his behaviour at the 118 which leads to them both in tears by the end of it. Hen promises to give him a Christmas card every year and Tommy laughs.

- The first time bucktommy has a fight it’s over something trivial, Tommy leaves to get some fresh air and returns an hour or so later to find Buck crying. Buck looks shocked that he came back. Tommy tells him he will always come back and vows to communicate more clearly with Buck.

- Buck always talks about wanting to get a dog and Tommy just shakes his head and laughs. One day Tommy comes home covered in soot with a small golden retriever puppy that he saved in his arms and tells Buck he couldn’t let go of him. They name him Leo. Chris becomes obsessed with him and begs Eddie to get a dog too. Instead Carla takes Chris over after school to see Leo and feed him when Buck and Tommy can’t. Leo loves Chris and always barks when he leaves.

- Buck teaches Tommy how to dance because he never learnt. Buck tells him how he learnt for Maddie.

- When Buck gets hurt on a call Tommy won’t leave his side. He asks Eddie how he did it when Buck actually died and Eddie shakes his head and said he didn’t. Eddie takes Tommy home and forces him to shower and eat. Eddie, Chris, and Tommy sit together talking about Buck until they get the message that Bucks okay.

- When Eddie gets hurt on a call Buck is beside himself. Buck tells Tommy about the will. Buck tells Chris his dad is hurt again and Tommy holds Buck when he breaks down afterwards remembering the shooting.

- The first time they go further than making out Buck tells Tommy he loves his tits and then blushes and apologises. Tommy just chuckles and tells Buck he loves his tits too.

- Buck comes in with a limp one day and turns red when they ask him to explain. Hen keeps laughing at him but Chimney is so confused and keeps asking about it. Buck breaks and tells him. Chim can’t look Tommy in the eye at the next BBQ

- When they get married Tommy says how grateful he is to have an ally like Buck in his life.

[thatfeelinwhenyou]

KINDRED — yang jungwon

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star taekwondo athlete and put them in front of a camera?

“Kindred” a student documentary. Pilot episode airing tonight on TVN 7PM KST.

pairing: athlete!jungwon x stucopres!fem!reader

featuring: enhypen, yunjin from lesserafim, ryujin and chaeryeong from itzy, chanelle from runext, beomgyu and taehyun from txt, wonyoung from ive, gunwook and gyuvin from zb1 etc.

genre: high school au, enemies to lovers, nerd x athlete, forced proximity, slice of life, coming of age, he fell first and harder, fluff, ANGST, teen drama, slow burn ish?

status: completed! (01/09/2023 – 18/03/2024)

warnings: contains profanities, horrible attempt at humour, urban lingo, probably cringy, kys/kms jokes, depression jokes, sexual innuendos (nothing too inappropriate), depiction of violence, family drama, incorrect timestamps/information, no fixed faceclaims, not proofread etc.

notes from nat: story concept is heavily inspired by the kdrama ‘our beloved summer’ other than that the storyline is completely original (or so i assume since i manifested this out from the crevices of my pea brain). chapters with ‘(hw)’ next to them indicates that they are half-written, in case y’all skip over it! as always, the content and depiction of the characters in this smau do not in anyway represent them in real life. lastly, if you do end up enjoying, please do like, comment (love reading your comments btw), and reblog so this can reach!

tags: #tfwy kindred #tfwy smau

TEASER

profile. one | two | three

episode 1 - ratatouille and the underdogs

episode 2 - one way ticket to university

episode 3 - do you take constructive criticism?

episode 4 - unsolicited but appreciated

episode 5 - the art of benevolence

episode 6 - taekwondo-anti

episode 7 - beating the mentally ill allegations

episode 8 - can’t help it, i’m a libra

episode 9 - operation we-don’t-really-hate-each-other (hw)

episode 10 - she’s an oscar award winning actress

episode 11 - someone like me (hw)

episode 12 - ‘female-lead-realising-the-bad-boy-isnt-actually-that-bad’ arc

episode 13 - 5 foot 9 garfield meets avatar

episode 14 - yn the heterosexual

episode 15 - the ynwon getting closer montage :p

episode 16 - to the moon and back

episode 17 - eat 2 left toes

episode 18 - you are approved! (hw)

episode 19 - asking for a friend

episode 20 - rediscovering won’s ability to love

episode 21 - beomgyu’s 99999 eq

episode 22 - ynwon get together or else >:(

episode 23 - “hate”

episode 24 - not all problems can be solved with a formula

episode 25 - H.O.M.E.W.R.E.C.K.E.R

episode 26 - collecting facebook milfs like pokémons

episode 27 - you were brighter than the moon (hw)

episode 28 - she's studious not stupid

episode 29 - the garden is full of surprises (hw)

episode 30 - weapon of mass destruction

episode 31 - the name above me (hw)

episode 32 - no offense but she’s a cockblocker

episode 33 - the bane of my existence (hw)

episode 34 - risky risky wiggy wigi this is an emergency

episode 35 - live my life on my terms (hw)

episode 36 - separation anxiety goes crazy

episode 37 - paparizzki

episode 38 - manifested this from ashes

episode 39 - everything will work out just the way you want it to (hw)

episode 40 (finale) - her entire being is loveable (written)

epilogue - kindred, signing off part 1 | part 2

bonus chapters!

yunjin x heeseung

i can fight

Copyright© 2023 thatfeelinwhenyou All Rights Reserved

[gnome-adjacent-vagabond]

Psst hey *pulls you closer* Canon middle-aged queer relationships and multiple canon queer/queer-coded characters. *lets you go* Go watch Venture Bros.

There are WAY more than these but I can't put em all up here because queer coding is up to interpretation. I say that everyone in Venture Bros is queer until proven straight but that's just me.

I wrote a whole-ass essay and then accidentally deleted it so the wording on this will probably be off, but it feels important so I'm gonna try be succinct.

Minor spoilers ahead! Skip paragraph three if you don't want those, then resume on paragraph four.

Full disclosure, this is a show that started in the early 2000s and has a LOT of issues in the first few seasons as well as a couple in the later seasons. There are transphobic and homophobic jokes, ableism, racism, and sexism. Sergeant Hatred is a walking trigger warning for about three seasons straight. It goes without saying but I'll say it anyway: DON'T watch this show if you have multiple triggers or are easily offended.

Having said that, these writers realized the problems with what they were writing and have worked to remedy those issues through commentary, retconning, and public acknowledgement of the early seasons' failings. Their opinions evolve and so does the show.

Shore Leave is a flamboyantly gay man who was initially intended to be a one-off joke about the G.I. Joe series and the Village People. Instead he has morphed into a three-dimensional character who presents comfortably as both masculine and feminine. He's in a loving relationship with another gay man, Al, who is flamboyant but tends to be a little less flashy. Steve Summers and Sasquatch have been a happy couple for years now--and all because the epitome of toxic masculinity, Brock Samson, helps them find a quiet cabin away from the government hunting them. Brock's mentor, Hunter Gathers, is a canonically detransitioned trans woman who struggles with her identity throughout the show (I'm still waiting for her to retransition despite the show's cancellation). Hank is perfectly at ease in a hyperfeminine strength suit, and Dean also goes through identity struggles that are never played for laughs and are heavily if not explicitly queer-coded. Vendata's queerness is understated and exists simply as a fact rather than being joked about. Sky Pilot is similar, though slightly more in Shore Leave's camp in terms of presentation. Sheila and the Monarch are self-proclaimed swingers and could be read to be in a poly relationship with Gary, their henchman. Debbie St. Simone has a rather homoerotic obsession with Sheila and is almost definitely bisexual.

The Venture Bros universe is full of queer rep, and the creators of the show write it in with intention. Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick talk about wanting it to be treated as fact rather than completely defining each of their characters--they talk about how few women are in the show and why (Johnny Quest and G.I. Joe, the inspirations for Venture Bros, are heavily malecentric and there's constant homoeroticism in them for that reason). They acknowledge the flaws and work to improve themselves and their writing. This has culminated in a surprisingly moving series about love, death, grief, trauma, and change that radiates queer subtext from any angle--especially Dean's journey.

Try the show at least up to season 4. The first three seasons are on Netflix and the rest are on Adult Swim. If you still don't like it, that's fine. Thank you for trying! Just know that it's out there and that it's an example of how human beings can change and become better people. Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick aren't perfect and neither is the Venture Bros, but for what it is it's a damn fun (shockingly so) show.

[m-jelly]

I have a request about Levi being a Jedi and he saves a woman (the reader) but he breaks the forbidden rule about falling in love and turns evil?

I recently watched Star Wars

Love is the better path

Levi x fem reader

Star wars universe, romance, being in love, becoming a sith, lovesick Levi.

After saving you from a ship crash that you were flying, Levi falls so deeply in love with you that he is obsessed. Determined to keep you as his, he abandons the way of the Jedi and embraces the dark side to keep you with him.

With a flick of his wrist, he hit back at the trooper and killed them with ease. He cast his gaze to the sky to see a skilled pilot he'd watched for weeks be shot down. He turned off both his lightsabers and sprinted towards the ship, desperate to get to it before it crashed. He needed to save the incredible pilot.

Just as the ship was about to hit a large tree Levi used the force to slow it down and stop it in midair. With a deep grunt, he moved it slowly to settle on the floor. He panted a moment before sprinting over and rolling over thick roots. Sparks burst from the ship, the window cracked and something leaked from it.

With the help of his lightsaber, Levi cut into the broken door and ripped it off to get to the pilot. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at you, your eyes were closed and you looked like a sleeping goddess. He couldn't help but gaze at you for a while. A small moan from you made him snap out of his thoughts.

He reached down, bundled you into his arms and carried you away to his base on the planet. When he entered his home he placed you on his bed, cleaned all your wounds and made sure you were comfortable. When you finally woke up, your eyes were more beautiful than the galaxy itself.

Levi spent every day caring for you and getting you back onto your feet. His dedication to you was unending, more so than that of his dedication to the way of the Jedi. Each waking moment was all about you, making you better, making you healthy and smile. Whenever you were happy, his world was complete.

When you were feeling better, you'd go out together to your ship and start repairs on it. He admired you and did everything possible to help you. All calls from the Jedi order were getting replied to less and less, it was all about you and what you wanted and ordered him.

Levi reached for you. "I want to show you something."

You hummed a laugh. "Sure." You took his hand and shifted on top of your ship. "How do I..."

Levi yanked you to land in his arms. "I've got you." He held you close for a moment before holding your hand as you walked through the woods. "Stay with me, okay?" He didn't mean just the moment, he meant forever.

"Of course, Levi." You looked ahead and gasped. "Wow."

Before you stretched a land bursting with life and healing from war. Mountains stretched high as lakes sparkled under the two suns. The forest was fast and like an ocean. Flowers of an array of colours decorated the land. It was like pure heaven, a place you never wanted to leave.

"Levi, it's magnificent." You turned to him. "Thank you."

He moved closer to you, his hand cupping your face. "I've seen this view countless times, but seeing you admire it has to be the most beautiful thing in this galaxy."

You placed your fingers on his lips before he could kiss you. "Levi, you're a Jedi, we can't."

"The way of the Jedi means nothing to me if I can't be with you." He pulled your hand away. "It makes no sense for us to abandon love when it feels this perfect."

Your eyes sparkled at his sweet words. "What will happen to us?"

"I'll make sure no one touches you. We'll live together. I will live for you." He tilted his head. "Until the end of this galaxy, you are mine." His lips pressed against yours as the two of you sighed in delight. Weeks of yearning came full circle, the pleasure and love bloomed bigger than an exploding star. "Mine."

"Yours."

He looked down at his communicator. "I gave my life to them. I gave them everything and I've lost so many I have loved. I refuse to lose you." He crushed it in his hand and tossed it off the cliff. "I am free." He looked over at you and smiled. "We have a whole galaxy to explore. I'll get you anything you want, even a new ship."

You wrapped your arms around him. "I just need you, but exploring the galaxy sounds perfect. No more wars, just us until the stars burn out."

Levi picked you up and spun around with you as you both laughed. "Yes."

"What if we're hunted?"

Levi lowered you down and held you against him. "Then I will kill anyone who dares hurt you."

@ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @youre-ackermine @thebobaprincess @2moth-anon2 @cypidity @nbinairyn @bts-spnlvr12 @darkstarlight82 @emilyyyy-08 @levistealeaf @pelicanpizza @hideandgopeep @notgoodforlife @demonic-bird @searriously @dreamerofthewest @abiatackerman @minminroie