#and those that are going on spaces and saying they are are living in the same world where Larry are married with children living HEA

[piastappies]

always the same ♡ lando norris x verstappen!reader

time flies by, people around you change, but there’s no doubt that lando is the one for you—or so you think, and so does he.

happy austria win !!

yourname

🎵 sorry for party rocking • lmfao [E]

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yourname isacks parents took me to dinner for passing an exam and made him pay 🩷

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user1 i can only see logan sargeant holding a fish when i hear the song

user2 why is max verstappen’s sister being taken out by isack’s parents for dinner ????

user3 we’re losing the ancient texts…

user2 i seriously wanna know though

user3 smh

user4 theyre friends n i think yourname lives with isack cos of her erasmus!!

kikagomes restaurants and bars hate to see us coming like 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourname no fr we gotta go out more 💔

isackhadjar you gotta write your THESIS not your name on a piece of paper for some guy smh

kikagomes damn… he clocked you

yourname those words can’t stop me because i can’t read

user5 i dont believe in that erasmus crap they GOTTA be dating

user6 can’t two people be friends anymore 🫠

user7 i wonder if they ever talked about ad21 considering isacks a hamilton fan

pepemartiofficial barcelona clears paris dawg

isackhadjar why is this child speaking

pepemartiofficial i hope you get promoted to drive rbr soon

isackhadjar ???????? stop threatening me

user8 LMAOOOOOO

user9 god bless yourname for giving us pepeisack

yourname honestly they r like bedbugs…

isackhadjar YOU live in MY house who is more of a bedbug???

yourname hehehe i’m too pretty to be a bedbug | liked by lando ♡

user10 what is HE doing here ??

user3 you guys dont know the lore at all do you??

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yourname • close friends

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kikagomes girl if someone had a screenshot of what you said you’d be gone…

yourname you r laughing but i’d kill myself in a second

yourname i was fourteen n calling him my baby daddy 😭😭😭😭😭

kikagomes BAD DOWN ???

yourname isack cant literally stop laughing n wheezing @ me

yourname you might hear abt me on the news 🔜

pietra.pilao LMFAOO‼️‼️

yourname get your brazilian ass outta here 😭😭😭😭

yourname you’re so much WORSE than me whore

pietra.pilao this is really uncalled for 😣

yourname istg if you hear max or HIM talking about it just kill them for me

pietra.pilao only for you 🩷🩷🩷

pietra.pilao blocking the acc on max’s twt for u

yourname muito obrigada🙏

maxverstappen1 why are you posting pictures of me without permission

yourname this is not a safe space for males

gabyprentice_ u look like u need a hug

yourname ive got tickets to paris with your name on it

yourname bring christian and i’ll call pepe i cant deal with isack

gabyprentice_ OH YOU WERE SERIOUS

maxverstappen1

🎵 i always wanted a brother • lion king

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maxverstappen1 brothers in law since day one dawg 🐶

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user11 oh my god someone put a go pro on yourname i gotta see this

user12 he always can be talking about victoria…

victoriaverstappen he isn’t 😂😂

user13 you are TWENTY SEVEN why are you saying DAWG

user13 someone ban isack hadjar from interacting with him

user14 HE SAW THE LORE DROP TWEET @ user3

user3 OH MY GAWD LOOOOL

lando day one dawg 👊👊

user15 lando definitely knew about this post beforehand 😭😭😭

mickschumacher she’s gonna kill herself

sophiekumpen 😂😂😂😂

user16 SO MESSY WTF

user17 @ isackhadjar check on yourname PLEASE

yourname WHAT THW DFUCK

maxverstappen1 this is not a safe space for males

user18 THE SONG CHOICE JAJAJAJA 😭😭

isackhadjar BAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

yourname washed up driver

yourname bully

yourname george russell was right

yourname ban this guy for life

yourname give hamilton his wdc from 2021 CHEATER

user19 yourname’s crashout wasnt on my bingo this year 😭😭😭

user20 SHE DOESNT FOLLOW HIM ANYMORE LOOOL

lando @ yourname text me back xx

user21 OH MY GOD

user22 so normal about this 🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♀️

yourname

🎵 starting line • luke hemmings

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yourname crashed out so bad had to reconnect with nature 🩷

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isackhadjar “reconnect with nature” but not “write my thesis”

yourname shut the fuck up omg you went there WITH ME

user23 ultimate best friends

user24 propaganda i’m falling for: isackyn

user25 she’s a real girl

nikola_tsolov wow you met your long lost sister

yourname shut the fuck up omg

yourname big bomboclaat

danielricciardo max asks you to unblock him

user26 she really did block him omg 😭😭😭

user27 annoying older brother lmaoo

pietra.pilao garota linda 🩷🩷 | liked by author ♡

user28 honestly if i was lando i’d wife her up in a SECOND like… shes even friends with your friends ????

user29 they gotta be together n just trolling that theyre not

gabyprentice_ best field trip 😁😁😁

christianmansell i had a tick on my back and had to see a doctor

pepemartiofficial so ??? best field trip EVER!!!!

user30 i love how yourname friends are just red bull juniors and their colleagues 😭😭

user31 this is isack’s doing i swearrrr

yourname they r my kids wdym !!!!!!

unifriend1 how are you so gorg ??? | liked by author ♡

kikagomes went for a hike and didn’t take me…

lando did you reconect enough to text me back?

yourname please stop texting me idk who you are ??

lando yourname be serious

yourname okay 😣😣😣

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lando

🎵 like that (jack’s version) • jack and jack

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lando uncle duty on vacation dawg

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user31 so does his finger slipped when he was choosing the pictures?

user32 he’s too cheeky for it to be an accident

maxfewtrell nice pictures brother

lando thanks brother

user33 oh he’s soo serious

user34 weird theory but this is nawt magui

user35 wdym… why is she even in the debate 😭

user34 people on twt keep saying that they r back together but i’m pretty sure it’s yourname

user36 i think its delusions

user37 landoyn truther

maxverstappen1 dawg… 🐶

lando dawg…! 🐶

user38 just one taste please

user39 whore 🫵🫵🫵

isackhadjar i wonder who that is

user40 magui

isackhadjar sure girl 🩷 | liked by author ♡

yourname you should reconnect with nature a bit

user41 she finally stopped pretending that she doesn’t know him 😭

user42 she wants to have his babies bffr

user42 SHE JUST BLOXKWD ME

lando fancy joining me?

yourname go away | liked by maxverstappen1 ♡

user43 max is like i accept but i don’t support

yourname

🎵 bed chem • sabrina carpenter

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yourname he is MINE so STOP SAYING HES WITH SOMWONE ELSE WTF or i’ll SMOKE your ugly stupid asses

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lando when she’s possessive 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

user44 how is he here so fast ???? i literally have notifs on

user45 imagine being in a obsessed with yourname contest and lando is there before they even open the door

user46 the song choice 😭😭 just release the damn sex tape

user47 someone make another rumour that hes with magui and she’ll do it | liked by author ♡

user48 she’s so messy i love it

pietra.pilao practically sisters in law now 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourname WIVES*

lando over my dead body

user49 pr relationship lol

yourname do i gotta post a vid of us doing it raw or something ?

user50 PLEASE DO OMG

maxverstappen1 PLEASE DONT

mclaren please don’t 🧡

oscarpiastri why are people shocked

user51 i love how yourname is like ohhh here’s my boyfriend and then LOOK AT HOW HOT I AM my queen

isackhadjar never going to vacations with you

user52 LMFAO

isackhadjar hotel walls are not that thick nor soundproof

yourname shouldve joined us 🩷

isackhadjar FUCK OFF

user53 sex must be so good like . . . | liked by lando ♡

pepemartiofficial i basically made it happen

[revelboo]

Revel I am very concerned for the readers who keep getting fed things like cereal and Oreos. Like some of the ones in space keep getting junk food. I'm begging you to at least let them have a tinned fruit salad 🍒🍍🍐🍑🥺

Yeah, they need some real food

Gardening

Lost Light

• “Does anybody know how to do this? Because I manage to kill cactuses,” you say as you stare at the very impressive and very overwhelming hydroponic garden the bots have set up for all of you. And the big pile of seed packets they’d gotten from someone named Swindle. Glancing up at Rodimus as he gives you a thumbs up from where he’s standing with several other bots watching you and the other humans. Shoulders slumping when no one volunteers anything useful, though Rung’s person says that their last boyfriend kept a pot plant alive in a five gallon bucket in their living room, you bend to grab a packet. This can’t be that hard.

• ‘You know they’re all going to starve to death, right? Look at them. Those aren’t the faces of people who know what they’re doing,’ Whirl predicts and Rodimus turns to scowl at him. And okay. Maybe you’re all standing around talking instead of gardening, but he’s sure you’re making important decisions. “You sure humans know how to do this?” He asks Ratchet and the medic scowls at him. ‘Five Shanix says Chromedome and Rewind’s human starts crying first,’ Whirl adds as Rewind glares up at him.

• “Humans know how to grow their own food and a little hard work is good for them. Helps with stress and gives them a sense of accomplishment ,” Ultra Magnus says, gesturing at the humans milling about. And his human turns to look at him and holds up a seed packet. ‘Minnie, we need help! None of us know what the fuck we’re doing and the seed packets have terrible instructions!” Venting as Whirl starts laughing, he moves closer to help.

• “Anybody know what rhubarb tastes like?” You mutter, scowling at the packet as Rung patiently takes it from you, rips it open and pours seeds in your palm. And smiles like he’s so proud it makes you want to sling them in his face even as you turn and start poking them into the dirt. Feeling him hovering and okay, maybe you feel warm when he murmurs that you’re doing good and doesn’t even sound condescending about it. It’s not like you need his approval, but it’s nice.

• Kneeling beside you as he makes holes with a servo for you to drop seeds in, your hand brushes his and Megatron likes this sense of companionship. Can hear the others and their humans softly talking as both species work together towards common goal. And you smile up at him, dirt smudged on the side of your nose. “This is good,” he rumbles, lifting his chin to indicate everyone working together peacefully. ‘We really needed this,’ you say, eyes amused as you look around. ‘And not just the fresh food.’ Gets that, some of the humans restless about being stuck on the ship and though most of them are at least resigned to it, he knows you’ve been bored and this gives you something to work on. A sense of purpose and he leans to brush his cheek against your head as Whirl’s human screams about being soaked with a bucket of water, grabbing a fistful of mud and throwing it only to miss Whirl completely and nail Tailgate and Cyclonus’s human in the face. ‘You better-’ You begin worriedly, but he’s already standing to deal with it before it can become a brawl as Cyclonus growls angrily.

[monstersflashlight]

Commission for Vamp

Nipple-tastic

Minotaur (Ambrose) x fem!reader || sfw (mostly), teasing, double POV, (very light) nipple play, UST (Unsolved Sexual Tension™)

Reader’s POV

“I’ve always wanted those,” you let out a mumble when he walks in the living-room without a shirt on. Well, you mumble that after spending about half a minute gaping and trying to make your tongue cooperate.

He scratches his chest absently as he lays snacks on the coffee table. “Wanted what?”

You point at his chest. “Nipple piercings.”

“Is that so?” You think you might've imagined a hint of teasing in his tone, but you aren’t sure. He’s staring down at you, and when you’re sitting on the couch your head is way too close to his groin for you to form coherent thoughts.

And then an idea forms in your brain as he’s sitting down: “Would you do mine?” You try not to sound too excited, but you’re definitely very excited. “Would you pierce my nipples, I mean?” You clarify. “I’d be more confident if you were the one doing them.” Which is true, you’d be more calm if he were the one piercing you, he makes you feel comfortable and safe.

He stutters his answer, “I- Your- Yes. Sure.” He covers his lap with a pillow as you smile big at him.

You let out a happy squeal. “Yay! Can you make the appointment, or should I text Poppy?” You’re already reaching for your phone.

“DON’T-” You jump and look at him, startled by his outburst. “Don’t text Poppy,” he repeats in a calmer tone. “I’ll make the appointment for next week, I think I have a free hour on Thursday, does that work?”

“Yep,” you let out in a strained voice, he’s sitting close and you can feel his heat right at your side, melting half of your ideas and thought.

You’re fumbling with the remote, trying really hard not to stare back at his furry chest and pierced nipples, because then you’re sure you’d have to excuse yourself to the bathroom to masturbate, and you really want to watch a movie.

“I’ll text you the details,” he lets out as you put on the movie distractedly.

Ambrose’s POV

You can do this, you can be normal about it. You can be totally normal about it. You can be professional. You're a professional.

It doesn't matter how many times he’s tried to convince himself that he can deal with the appointment as if nothing’s happening, his half-hard dick and racing heart are calling him a liar.

And then his phone rings from a text message, startling him and making his heartbeat even faster. Fuck, is he having a heart-attack? Can minotaurs have heart-attacks? He doesn’t think so, but maybe he’s the first one. Maybe he’s about to die because he’s pining so hard that his heart is going to explode just because his mate’s name flashes across his screen.

He checks his phone, trying to be sly about it. The second he grins at his screen, Poppy is chuckling. “Hey Brick, look at lover boy being all stupid-faced because of a human,” she teases.

“Shut up, Poppy,” he retorts.

It was only a text to ask if you could spend the night at his house, and yet he feels stupid as he tries to text a ‘yes’ and fumbles with the letters on his phone until the message is “ues”. He can feel his face heating as he sends a second text quickly after, this time with the correct letters. He can’t stop making a fool of himself, can he?

Brick is chuckling when he teases him: “Awwwww! Look at him, Poppy! I think he just blushed!”

“I hate you both,” Ambrose complains. He can see Brick about to say something when the bell above the door rings.

You walk in with a plushie in one hand, looking incredibly cute as you close your umbrella with the other. Ambrose tries really hard to gather the neurons in his slow-melting brain.

He cannot be normal about this.

He swallows hard as you exchange some pleasantries and fun banter with his friends and walk into the station. He’s trying to regain at least a semblance of a calm demeanor before you enter and he sees your boobs. There’s no way you’re about to walk in his space and pull off your shirt as he stares at and touches your tits.

HE’S GOING TO TOUCH YOUR BREASTS. YOURS!

Oh, goddess… He might just die today.

He barely hears anything being said, completely dissociating until he hears you close the door behind yourself and lay on the reclined piercing chair he prepared. “Okay, take off your shirt and let’s begin,” his voice sounds strained, even to his own ears, but you don’t seem to notice as you comply.

He has a mini crisis when you take off your crop top and realizes you weren’t wearing anything underneath it. All his brain is capable of conjuring up is thoughts of ‘free access’ as he blinks slowly and turns around to hide his erection from you. You’re humming quietly as you fold your shirt and he re-organizes his already organized tools.

Do not grope her. Do not caress her skin. Do not think about licking her boobs until she’s a wet mess under you and begging to be filled by your cock-

Yeah, no. His inner monologue is absolutely not helping right now, and he’s powerless to change it to safer topics because your boobs are right in front of him, and you’re waiting for him to touch them.

Professionally. PROFESSIONALLY! Be professional, Ambrose.

He swallows hard before continuing: “I’m going to pinch your nipple lightly so it hardens, okay?” You nod, looking away as your face gets incredibly pink.

He pinches the tender flesh between the tip of his fingers and almost moans. You let out a tiny huff, and the way your skin blooms with goosebumps makes his brain start running rampant with more dirty thoughts. Stop it you perverted bull, he reminds himself.

“I’m going to sanitize the area and equipment with alcohol wipes, then with a marker I’ll mark the spots on both sides that the needle will pierce into and come out of. After that, I’ll use the forceps to ensure that the area is as still as possible before piercing the needle through your nipple and putting the bar in its place. In a couple of months you can choose to come back to size them down, if you want.” You hum in agreement, and it’s him who has to take a deep breath before proceeding.

You cover your face with your plushie and Ambrose has to bite his lip not to coo at you. At the same time, he’s way too focused on the task at hand- on your breast in his hand, to be precise. Then at how, the second the needle pierces through your nipple, you give the absolute quietest gasp and he smells a surge of arousal in the air. Fuck, he forgot that you like a little pain, and now he’s having trouble breathing with how aroused it seems to have made you.

He’s biting the inside of his cheek so hard he can taste blood, but he doesn’t care as he changes the needle out and holds your other boob carefully. You aren’t looking at him, but the way your breathing is increasing and the way your nipple doesn't need help getting hard this time makes him want to moan out loud.

“All done?” You ask excitedly. He nods and hums an affirmative ‘Mhm,’ not trusting his own voice.

You get up with a tiny jump that makes your tits shake and bounce, and he mumbles a curse under his breath as his dick throbs inside his pants. He’s pretty sure he’s going to have an imprint of the fly off his pants on his dick at this point.

You’re looking at your reflection as you excitedly state: “Awesome!”

Your excitement is contagious and he can’t avoid the smile growing on his face. You turn around, pressing your tits together as if offering them to him, and he has to cover his groin with his hands, scared his dick is about to burst through the fabric. “What do you think? You think they look cool?”

You’re completely oblivious to his struggles as you examine one of the bars. “Yup. Nipple-tastic,” he says in a short breath, making you awkwardly pity-laugh as he regrets his life choices while glancing at your breasts jiggling. “Wait for me outside while I sanitize everything and we can go, okay?”

You nod shyly, your face completely blushed and giving him all kinds of dirty ideas of when else your face would be that pink. How far that blush would go… Fuck. You put on your crop top and walk out with a big grin.

He’s cleaning up and trying to hold his breath in so he doesn’t inhale more of the delightful scent of your arousal when he hears Poppy shit-talking: “Yeah, minotaurs love some good riding, just like bulls.” He’s disconnected enough not to understand the context of what she’s saying, but the thought of his friend talking to his mate about riding minotaurs is getting him dangerously close to losing control.

Calm down, he reminds himself.

“Come on, Ambrose! The human is waiting for yaaaaaaaa…” Brick says in a sing-songy tone as Ambrose tries to regain some of his inner control. He’s trying to willpower his dick to go down enough to survive the drive to his house.

He can do it. He can do it. Think of old ladies’ pussies. Think of rotten food. Think of that disgusting mold Brick was trying to feed him back when they were kids.

He’s almost gotten his dick down when he takes a deep breath and... He can’t do it.

He’s looking down, annoyed at his still hard dick as he mumbles: “Will you just calm down so we can leave, dammit?”

He can hear his friends laughing uncontrollably as you ask what’s happening, your human ears not able to catch his mumbling. Poppy and Brick are too busy laughing to respond, so he rapidly finishes cleaning and walks out, trying to hide his hard dick as best as he possibly can.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks as he glares daggers at his friends.

You turn around with a soft smile that melts the anger inside of him instantly. “Yeah, sure. I thought we could order some food, or did you wanna stop and eat somewhere?” you ask as the two of you walk out, leaving his stupid friends snickering like hyenas behind.

He’s so going to kill his friends.

[aloeverawrites]

So it's been, ten years now? And I wanted to tell you all "The story of how the blueberries have been settling into life with humans and vice versa".

Civilisation's taking some time to adjust. Some people remember the war and hate blueberries, some blues feel the same way.

Some absolutely love the blueberries and I'm one of them. I actually have one living in my house, her name's Anna. I mean, I named her Anna I don't really know how to say her blue name, I don't have the mental capability of that. You have to have a sense only blueberries have to fully speak their language and my translator app can only do so much.

A lot of people have started having blueberries as pets, or the blueberries have started keeping us as pets? We disagree on who is whose pet, although we can kind of agree that the cats control us all. As they should. You haven't lived until you've seen a blueberry scrambling across the floor trying to run away from a cat that's insisting on an early dinner time. It's peak.

That said blueberries don't often get to interact with cats, see we have to take a special kind of antibiotic to kill bacteria we have that's fine for us, but not so great for them and vice versa. The blues are pretty similar to fungi except not that at all (I know, biologists are scrambling to keep up) so they have to make sure we don't catch anything weird from them either. Our medicines are doing better with our joint efforts but people and blues who cohabitate often have slightly worse immune systems than people who don't live with them. Sorry I shouldn't say people and blues, blues are people too tbh. Weirdly enough though, people who live with blues can see better and blues who live with people can hear and most blues can't really hear well at all. We don't understand it either. (The biologists really need to get to stepping with this.) So about the cat thing, we have to feed our cats a special food so their gets don't, you know, kill our homies. And not all cats take to it, so yeah not many blues live with cats. I am the lucky exception. Seeing them interact is just so funny.

We love the species we evolved with on earth with, don't get me wrong, but. It's been really nice to be able to talk, in the limited ways we can, to another species that has advanced technology and figured out space travel. Even if they have done better at space travel then us, and also technology in general. We're not resentful. :/ They do make fun of us for our spaceships and lack of ability to survive in space tho and it is very rude.

Anyway, also their translators have helped us speak to other species on earth, we've made huge advancements from that. Who knew spiders would be so good at engineering? (Well, spiders. The spiders knew that.)

Also, guess what we just discovered? It's so great, apparently the leaders from just before the invasion, were super disdainful about humans and also lower level blues so they sent their scientists to investigate us and find the worst ways to torment us. Similar to how things were on earth before the class war, the worst leaders didn't really listen to their scientists and activists much, so the lower level blues were kind of fed up with them too.

They liked humans and didn't really want to hurt us, so they told their leaders that humans hated things that we actually liked, like three day workweeks, and waygu beef. They also threw in the strawberry thing because, well if they're going to trick their leaders they might as well get something out of it and they had tasted strawberries when they were out in the field. They were never going back to a strawberry less existence.

So yeah, the kinder blueberries were covering humanity's ass back before we even knew they existed. I love those guys. (Well most of them-)

I'm writing this with Anna sleeping on my chest right now (does she sleep? Hibernate? Meditate? Nobody knows.) Life is a lot more peaceful now that we stopped letting the cruelest members of our species dictate how things were gonna go for everyone else.

The alliance between blues and humans has been great, as has the alliance between humans and every other species. We're pretty much all vegan now, nobody's killing anyone else. Plus lab grown food is super advanced now.

Yeah it's... nice. It just really shows that if you focus on caring about others, instead of hating them, the world can be a way more beautiful place for you all.

We've also been working together on a galactic defence program in case another alien species wants to get us both. We're also a little worried about the blue mainplanet changing policies and coming after us? Their base on Mars is basically a colony, shared with humans in exchange for letting them live on earth too.

The blues are considering sending some humans over as peacekeepers to begin immigrating to the blue planet and keep a solid human presence there to remind everyone not to, you know, kill us all. Also so they don't turn on the colony blues. We're trying to improve their technology so they can keep in touch with their home planet and keep them more united and maintain peace with the home world. (Also I will confess. We did create a new form of social media for them to keep them connected and now the blues are doing stupid lil dances across the lightyears. I know. Honestly we might have given the home world a reason to want to fight humanity-)

It's been working so far. It might not work forever. But, we'll deal with that day when we come to it. Humanity has dealt with worse. But we have peace now, and we're not going to waste it. We know how hard we fought for it, how many people died. So I'm going to stop writing and follow Anna's led and take a nap. My own version of peace in a peaceful world. The war can wait until we wake up.

"Dear earthlings, prepare to be my slave!" Announced the alien. "You will have to work 3 entire days from Monday to Wednesday, you will only get A5 wagyu steak for meals, and if that isn't cruel enough you'll have to work 2 entire torturing hours of picking strawberries every single work day!"

[yourebraveandkind]

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Pile 1

You are soft but not weak. You're the person who feels everything, who notices what others miss, and who turns emotional chaos into inner clarity. With the Princess of Cups, you carry a tender spirit that intuitively knows when to let go and when to flow—and trust me, that's a superpower, not a flaw. Yes, the Ten of Cups reversed says life hasn’t always felt “picture perfect,” but that’s exactly why you’re building your own version of stable joy—real, raw, earned. You don’t chase fairy tales; you write them with grounded hope. And here's the magic twist - with Fortune reversed, you may have faced delays or setbacks, but you have this uncanny ability to flip the script. You’re not just rolling the dice—you’re learning how to rig the game with wisdom, grit, and timing. Now, about that Five of Disks and the phrase “overthinking is your superpower”? Heck yes it is. While others rush in, you strategize. You may spiral sometimes, but those spirals lead to breakthroughs, not breakdowns. You're not falling apart—you’re assembling the blueprint of your future. The Four of Disks reversed + Ten of Swords reversed? That’s your phoenix moment. You're done clinging to what limits you. You’ve already seen what rock bottom looks like, and now you're climbing. You're not scared to release the old and rebirth into someone stronger, softer, and sharper.

Pile 2

You are not here to blend in—you’re here to transcend. With Art (Temperance) reversed, you’ve probably felt out of sync with the world’s timing, like you’re always trying to “balance” conflicting parts of yourself. But guess what? That tension? That friction? It's not a flaw—it’s where your magic brews. You weren’t meant to dilute your essence. You’re here to fuse chaos into creation. The Hierophant shows you hold ancient wisdom—whether you realize it or not. But you don’t just follow the rules—you question them. You remix tradition. You’re the kind of soul who can walk into a structured space and quietly shift the entire energy of the room, simply by being yourself. Now with the Princess of Wands, your inner fire is unmistakable. You crave experience, growth, and meaning. You don’t just dream—you ignite. But that Princess of Swords reversed says sometimes your inner critic whispers doubts when you’re close to your breakthrough. Here's your truth - you don’t need to have all the answers to be powerful—you just need to show up boldly. And yes, the Five of Disks appears here again (as in Pile 1), which means you feel things deeply—especially when you’re misunderstood or left out. But where others see limitation, you see possibility. You transmute lack into longing, and longing into love. And finally, the Ace of Cups—your heart is your compass. You're not just on a path of self-discovery; you're here to pour love into forgotten corners of this world. Every time you’ve been cracked open, something brilliant spilled out.

Pile 3

Pile 3, you are what happens when a romantic grows a backbone of steel. With both the Knight of Cups and Knight of Swords, you are a rare blend of emotion and momentum. You feel deeply and act boldly. You don’t sit around waiting for signs—you become the sign. You say what others are afraid to say. You confess. You fight. You leap. And you’ve had enough. The Nine of Cups reversed says you’ve reached a point where pretending things are “fine” just to keep peace is no longer an option. You’ve outgrown passive comfort. You’re not here to half-live. You want soul-satisfying, spine-tingling, legacy-defining fulfillment—and you’re ready to go get it. The Four of Disks reversed shows that you’ve let go of the illusion of control or security. You're not hoarding energy, playing safe, or waiting for validation. You’ve realized - freedom is worth the risk. The Two of Cups reversed and Eight of Cups make it clear- you’ve walked away from relationships, patterns, or comfort zones that couldn’t meet your depth. That took nerve, and it's proof of your strength. You’d rather be alone with your truth than bonded in a lie. That’s not just powerful—it’s revolutionary. You don’t just wear your heart on your sleeve—you wear your purpose in your stride. You are action in motion, love in rebellion, and purpose personified.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader; Bless the Broken Road

Fandom- Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing- Jake x fem!reader

Summary- After moving to Fightertown, USA, you decide to go to The Hard Deck for a drink. It was the most highly recommended bar in town, so why not? And you run into a bit of a familiar face. Is there still a spark there? Or are you just going to end up with your heartbroken?

Notes- This is my first Top Gun fic and I haven’t written an x reader fic in literally like. 3 years 😭 so please bear with me with this one y’all. And yes I wrote this while having ‘Bless the Broken Road’ by Rascal Flatts on repeat (don't judge). Also! @/geminiwritten helped me come up with some ideas for this fic and helped to flesh a couple parts out, so go give her love cause it was actually her fics that gave me the want to delve back into this and they’re all amazing! (Thank you Bee you’re literally amazing! 🎉)

Warnings- lots of fluff with a sprinkle of angst (it’s barely there), Jake is very sweet to the reader, italics, some misunderstandings, not proofread we die like Goose

Word Count- 6805

You never thought you’d find yourself in Fightertown, USA. Yet here you were. When your mom moved out here for a job opportunity, she asked you to move with her. You agreed, thinking it would be easier just to be closer to your mom. Of course, you had your own space, just a small little apartment. And your job paid well enough, so you were comfortable.

But living in this town only reminded you of a past you thought you’d buried over a decade ago back in your little town in Texas. The past that you’d forced yourself to bury when a certain blond haired man left and just…didn’t come back. And no, he’s not dead. You knew that much at the very least.

Jake Seresin had been your boyfriend in high school. Junior year of high school, he asked you out to homecoming, all embarrassed. But genuine. And you’d fallen for those green eyes, so you said yes. And god was that year and a half the most magical of your life, for a high school relationship anyway.

And then he sprung on you that he was going to be joining the Navy. Of course, you weren’t going to demand he stays. He had expressed his interest in the past, but it was in passing when military recruiters had come to their high school during college fairs. But you both had a conversation about it. You both agreed that it would be easier if you weren’t officially together anymore when he left. Letting him focus on boot camp and so you wouldn’t be tied down, simple as that. Though, of course, it was far from simple.

So the day came that he left for boot camp. You cried, he hugged you and kissed you goodbye, saying he’d call as much as he could. And he did at first. But when he graduated from boot camp and got his first orders, the calls became almost nonexistent. You got updates through his parents when they knew things. But when they moved away a year after Jake’s first deployment, that whole ritual ended.

And that was years ago. You’d had a couple relationships in that span of time, but nothing that stuck. Nothing that felt like him.

You decided that tonight, you really needed to just relax. You’d been in San Diego for two months and hadn’t given yourself much of a break. Moving into your apartment, helping your mom move into her place, work. Finally, things didn’t feel so chaotic. And as much as you loved your mom, you were an adult. You needed to have some time to yourself.

So what better than to find a bar in town to go to on Google? When you typed in the searchbar, a place that had outstanding reviews called The Hard Deck popped up. Good service, nice atmosphere, and it was right on the beach. You took a quick 15 minute shower and got dressed in something super simple, not bothering with makeup before slipping out your door.

Luckily, the bar was only a 10 minute drive from your apartment building. When you got there, it was only 5:30 pm, but it already seemed like there were a good amount of people here.

You got out of your car and walked inside, looking around. It was certainly naval themed, and considering the amount of khaki uniforms and men and women wearing flight suits you could see? It was definitely popular with the people from the naval base here.

You squeeze your way towards the bar and lean against it, still taking in everything around you when an older woman came over to you from behind the bar. “Hi, hun. Can I get you started with something?” She asked.

“Surprise me.” You decided to say and she smiled, giving you a little wink. She disappeared and placed a beer in front of you. “Beer?”

“Best damn beer in town. Why so surprised?” “Most people take me for a wine drinker.” She looked you up and down as she smiled.

“And are you?”

“No, not really.”

She smiled wider. “I figured. What’s your name, hun? I’ve never seen you in here before.”

You gave her your name and shook her hand. “I just moved into town a couple months ago and figured it was time I got out of my apartment.”

“Well, welcome. I’m Penny. If anyone gives you any trouble or you need anything, you just give me a holler.”

You smiled and raised your beer to her. “I will. Thank you, Penny.”

“No problem, sweetheart.” She quickly moved to serve someone else at a different part of the bar. You already had a report with your bartender. You counted that as a personal win.

You slowly and quietly nursed your beer, taking in the aesthetic of the bar. It was nice and you could understand why it was so highly rated and recommended. It was cozy. There were plenty of booths and standing tables, not to mention a fair amount of space at the bar. And almost everyone who happened to bump into you threw out a quick and respectful “sorry ma’am” before moving on. So at least the people were enjoyable too. On one side of the bar, there were a couple pool tables and a dart board. Both of which currently had khaki clad men around them. Oh- and one woman.

Said woman seemed to have just won the game of pool. She cheered before turning to the one man that wasn’t in uniform, a man in an open Hawaiian shirt and a pretty impressive moustache, and threw both of her middle fingers up in his face. He looked wildly unimpressed while looking down at her while a man wearing aviator glasses just started laughing at the woman’s antics. You couldn’t help but stifle your own giggles too. They were amusing to say the least.

You kept glancing around before your eyes landed on a jukebox against one of the walls. You were surprised to even see one. The last time you’d seen one was when Jake had taken you to this little diner back in high school. It was a cute place and he’d insisted on dancing with you. You were embarrassed beyond belief, but you couldn’t help the way you smiled with the way he spun you around and held you close. Not to mention the women behind the counter thought you two were absolute sweethearts.

You blinked and shook your head. Why were you thinking about him? You were supposed to be trying to relax, not make your heart hurt over the one who got away. You were too busy just looking at the bartop to realize someone had sidled up next to you. He was going to call for Penny when someone nudged him fairly hard and it caused him to stumble in your direction.

And spill his drink directly into your lap.

You gasped as both drink and ice hit your legs, immediately soaking into the jeans you wore. “Oh shit!”

“Ah- damn. I’m sorry about that darlin’!” You noticed a bit of a southern drawl came out with that pet name. “Let me make it up to you and buy you a drink, on me.” And now you caught the sudden hint of flirtation.

“No, no, it’s alright. Just get me a couple napkins and we’ll call it ev-” you had glanced up for a second before having to do a double take at the man’s nameplate.

Seresin.

There was no fucking way.

Your head shot up to look at the man who’d just accidentally spilled what was left of his drink on you. And you met green eyes that, even after all this time, hadn’t changed.

“Jake..?”

Jake Seresin hadn’t changed much in the years since you’d seen him last. Though he wasn’t quite as lanky as he used to be was your first thought. But what were you expecting? He’s in the Navy. His blond hair was almost perfectly styled, probably regulation, not messy like you were used to. His facial features had become more defined now with age. Sharper nose, not so full of cheeks, a more chiseled jawline. And he had a playful smirk gracing said features. By God himself, Jake had somehow gotten a thousand times hotter and just waltzed back into your life as you were thinking about him.

That smirk on his face had fallen, however. He gazed at you with wide eyes before a more genuine expression took over his face and he said your name. God the way he said your name- okay! Pull yourself together, girl.

“Holy shit, is that really you?” And you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Hey Jakey. How you been?”

He made a face at you, raising an eyebrow. ‘You know I absolutely hate when anyone calls me that.”

“No. You hate when most people call you that. I was your exception.”

He gave a charming smile that made your heart flutter and ache at the same time. “Damn, it is so good to see you. Hold on.” He leaned his forearms on the bartop. “Pen, dear? Could we get some napkins over here? I accidentally spilled my drink on this fine young lady here.” He called.

Penny almost immediately was standing in front of you both, handing you napkins that you quietly thanked her for. At least this wasn’t one of your nicer outfits, just an old pair of jeans.

“You sure you didn’t do it on purpose, Hangman?” Penny asked, raising an eyebrow and setting her hands on her hips. Jake raised his hands up before you quickly jumped to his defense.

“Oh- no, Penny. It really was an accident.” With your reassurance, she nodded and moved away again before you looked back up at the man next to you. “Hangman?”

He chuckled a little and nodded. “I’m a pilot, it’s my callsign.”

You smiled a little wider. “You’re a pilot? Jake, that's amazing. I remember you talking about wanting to do that in high school.”

“Yep. I’m a fighter pilot in a squadron stationed right here in Fightertown.” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. He was still so perfect to you. Just as easy to talk to as if no time had passed between the two of you. But that was also a huge elephant in the room that it seemed neither of you were ready to address. “That’s actually most of my squadron over there playing pool.”

Your gaze was redirected to the pool tables where you’d watched the woman flip off the tall man in the Hawaiian shirt. “That’s amazing Jake. I’m really happy for you.”

“Did you wanna meet them? Only if you're not busy of course. I wouldn’t want to just steal you away if you have plans.”

“No plans. I’d love to.” You smiled at the way he seemed to light up a little and gestured for you to follow him. He still seemed to be the Jake you knew back then. But you weren’t going to get your hopes up.

– – – – –

Catching up with Jake over this next week was practically magical. You got his new number and you texted when neither of you were working. You even told him that your mother was demanding to have him over for dinner soon so she could see him again, which he immediately said he’d love to..

And not to mention, he’d introduced you to his friend group, which quickly became your friend group too. You got names and callsigns, which confused you a bit. At least Bob would be easy to remember. Everyone had been extremely nice when meeting you. You and Natasha, being the only women in that group, immediately clicked and were fast friends.

Saturday, when they all had time off, you all were back at The Hard Deck. You all were squished into a booth together, chatting away while Jake was off grabbing another round of drinks for everyone.

“So. You still haven’t told us how you know Hangman.” Reuben said as you sat on the end of the bench, pressed to Natasha’s side.

“Well, he and I grew up in the same little town in Texas, so we’ve at least known of one another since we were little. But he and I actually dated for a while in high school.” You were smiling a little at the memory. No matter how much you tried to keep that buried, you couldn’t help but think about it. It was a fond time. And Jake coming back into your life had dug a lot of those feelings back up.

When you realized no one had made a comment, you looked up and looked around at everyone. Most everyone was looking at you like you were crazy, except Javy, who just had a knowing look in his eyes.

“What?”

“Well it’s just that Hangman can be a bit of di-” Mickey was saying when Reuben elbowed him, causing him to start whining and complaining.

“You talk like you might still be in love with him.” Bradley said from his spot across from you. You couldn’t help the way the heat seemed to rise to your face. Because he wasn’t wrong.

Jake was just…something else. You knew it was more than just nostalgia over your first love. It had always been more than that. No matter how hard you tried to move on when he basically disappeared from your life, you just couldn’t. Everything reminded you of him, especially back in Texas. And now he was here. The universe had given you the gift of having him back, you just didn’t want to push things. Sure, he still acted like that boy who was absolutely taken with you back in high school. But literal years had passed since then. It was like you were getting to know him all over again and you didn’t want to rush into something, if there was anything that was going to happen that was.

“Oh Jesus, you are.” Natasha groaning caught your attention again, confusing you even further by the pure distaste in her tone as she sipped from her beer. “You better watch yourself, girl.”

“Okay- there was a much gentler way to put that, Phee.” Bob said, looking at his pilot in slight disbelief. Natasha met his look with one of her own with her eyebrow raised.

“I am a girls girl and I am just trying to warn her.”

Bob sighed and turned to look at you with a kind smile. “I think what Phoenix is trying to say,” he shot his partner another look which she waved off a bit, before he looked back at you with another smile, “is that you should remember people can change. Especially in that kind of time.”

“I…realize that. Is there something about Jake I should know?” You asked, beyond confused.

“Well, he’s known for being a bit of a player.” Reuben put simply.

“Flirts with anything that has legs.” Bradley said, causing Mickey to nearly choke on his beer with laughter.

Now you were really confused. Sure, in high school, Jake was a bit of a flirt. He’s always been good looking and you knew that. He certainly knew it too. But he was far from a player. He’d been so dedicated to you while he was with you. He never even spared any other girl a glance. The only one he paid any attention to was you. It made you feel extremely secure in your relationship with him while you were together, to the point you never questioned him when he had told you he loved you. Because he didn’t just say it.

Had he really changed that much..? Now you were really starting to think things over. Was the way he’d been acting recently really him anymore? And it must have showed on your face because Javy nudged your foot under the table, getting you to look at him.

“Don’t overthink this. I’ve known Jake for a while now. Trust your gut.” He said with a smile. You smiled back when Reuben cleared his throat.

“Bar. He just sidled up next to a woman.” Everyone's attention immediately went to the bar since they were all nosy. Even Bob was watching from over his cup of peanuts. And sure enough, Jake was leaning against the bartop with a gorgeous woman standing next to him. They seemed to be talking, at least she was.

She was being so obviously showy to attempt to get his attention. You’d encountered enough of those kinds of people in your lifetime to see it from a mile away. And you couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that struck you, tightening your grip on your beer bottle. But you had to remind yourself.

You and Jake were just friends reconnecting. You stopped being more when he left for boot camp. You had no room to feel jealous over a girl fawning over him. And touching his arm. And looking at him like she wanted all of him. Okay nope, you still felt jealous. And even felt a little sick to your stomach with dread. Because from what your new friends were saying, it was likely that he’d take this girl up on her forwardness.

But you saw Jake get the drinks from Penny, thank her, and then walk away from the girl, who looked offended by being blown off by him like that. You felt a sense of satisfaction at the upset look on her face. The entire squad was looking between each other in shock.

“Oh my god, did he just-” Bob looked between Natasha and Bradley.

Bradley was just as shocked as he looked at Natasha. “I think I’m dreaming. What just- OW! Phoenix what the hell, why’d you just kick my shin?!” He glared at the woman and she just smirked a little.

“Nope. You're not dreaming.”

“I hate you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at their antics. You found yourself feeling relief when he walked away. Maybe they were wrong. Or maybe they were right and he just wasn’t interested in this specific girl.

“See?”Javy’s voice drew your attention. “Told you not to overthink it.” And before you could question him about the knowing look on his face, Jake rejoined them at their booth.

“Beers all around. Ah- except for you, Baby on Board. I got you your normal Sprite, keep your glasses on.” Jake said. And you caught the deadpan look Bob shot him as he accepted his drink from Jake. You had seen his snide remarks a few times already in the couple of times you’d hung out around the Daggers in the past week. But you could tell he did it just to get a bit of a rise out of people, not to piss them off. At least you hoped it wasn’t.

You lightly hit his arm as he slid into the booth next to you. “Jakey, be nice.” You chided him lightly, the nickname falling from your lips naturally, just like it used to. He looked at you with dread written all over his face when the table started to snicker.

“Jakey?” Reuben asked and the whole table erupted in laughter. You swore you could see Jake’s ears actually go pink from embarrassment.

“Oh shut it, Payback.” Jake snapped, shooting you a little glare. But you could see there was no real malice behind it. There was almost a hint of fondness when he looked at you. Or maybe you just imagined that.

You just smiled and shrugged. “Whoops?”

“Oh yeah, sure. I’ll never hear the end of this now.” You couldn’t help but laugh and Jake eventually laughed along with you, even if he still looked embarrassed.

But it seemed that Javy had other plans. He wasn’t going to let this topic of the woman at the bar go so easily. You all were laughing and talking when you heard Javy clear his throat, catching both your and Jake’s attention.

“So. Hangman. What was that whole thing with that woman at the bar?” Jake raised an eyebrow.

“Who? You mean the girl who was starting to get a little handsy?” You felt that pang of jealousy again just at the mention of her but shoved it down. “She’s just not my type.”

“Last I checked, everyone was your type.” Javy teased, only earning a chuckle from Jake. He didn’t deny it and that hurt a little. You glanced away and caught Phoenix’s eye, who was giving you a look that screamed I told you so. You were going to say something to her when Bob poked her in the side, getting her to jump. You thought you heard him tell her to lay off you and she started whisper-shouting at him. You swore, they bickered like an old married couple.

“Well, this girl wasn’t. I wasn’t interested in talking to her.”

“Like how you turned down that girl when you and I were here yesterday?” Javy prodded again and Jake rolled his eyes, just trying to blow it off. This only got Javy to chuckle. “Careful, Hangman. Keep turning down every girl like that and everyone will think you’re off the market and got a reason to turn them down.”

When Javy said that, Jake glanced your way and you met his eyes. And it felt like the air was stolen from your lungs. The way he was looking at you, like there was something there. The way his green eyes seemed to soften while looking at you. You felt your heart rate increase as you looked back at him, unable to breathe or look away.. There was no way this was how this went down, right?!

And then, the moment was over. He looked back at Javy with a casual smirk. “Come on. If I was off the market, you would’ve already known, Coyote. I’m still open to anyone.” And now it felt like your breath was gone, but in a completely different way. That one hurt. He must really not be interested anymore.

You couldn’t exactly blame him. I mean, you just had to look at him and his career. He was an attractive man, a part of a special squadron of elite fighter pilots, and excelling in his career. You should just feel happy that he’s back in your life as your friend.

…

You couldn’t help but want more though.

– – – – –

Jake

Jake couldn’t shake the way you had looked at him when Javy started pressing him. It had been two weeks since that conversation and he couldn’t shake it.

He had to be real with himself, he couldn’t shake any look you’d given him in the past three weeks since reuniting. He tried to play it off as he was just thrilled to have you back in his life. After so long apart, seeing you again? Having you around at almost all of his squads outings? It was like he completely shifted. His mood improved dramatically. Was he still egotistic and a bit of an asshole at work? Of course he was, when was he not? But he was just happier.

He also couldn’t deny how he felt whenever you stood between Reuben and Mickey as they argued over what was better, Star Wars or Star Trek, and laughed at their bickering. Or the way he felt whenever Bob nerded out to you over a book he was reading or a show he was watching and you listened, completely enraptured as he spoke. Or how he felt last night. When everyone had gone to The Hard Deck after work. And Bradley had dragged you from their booth, very begrudgingly he might say, to dance with him. And the way it made you laugh and your eyes light up when he spun you around.

That inherent feeling of jealousy.

But did he really have the room to feel that jealousy? It had been literally over a decade since he’d broken it off with you. And over a decade since he’d stopped calling. God, he was an idiot. Why would he ever think that you’d forgive him for that?

He had just gotten out of a shower when there was a knock on his apartment door. He looked at his phone and looked beyond confused. Who the hell was knocking on his door at almost 11 o’clock at night, on one of his nights off?

He threw on a pair of boxers and grey sweats, foregoing a shirt for now, when the person knocked again. “I’m comin’, keep your shirt on!” He opened the door and stared. “Coyote, what the hell are you doing here?” Javy pushed his way inside and Jake deadpanned. “No please, come inside, make yourself comfortable.”

The sarcasm was laced in his tone, but Javy did exactly that. He sat down on Jake’s couch as the door was shut. He leaned against the door and stared at his friend and before he could speak, Javy interrupted.

“When are you going to ask her out?” Jake was taken aback by that statement.

“Who are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Jake. I know you. I’ve known you for years now. I have never seen you act this way over a girl. Sure. Some girls you’d see more than once. But ever since she came onto the scene? You haven’t so much as looked at another girl. Everyone notices.”

Jake scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay? What’s your point?” He asked.

“My point?” Javy looked at him. “The Jake Seresin I know wouldn’t be afraid to flirt upfront with a girl. He wouldn’t hesitate to take that leap. But here you are, hesitating. You’re being subtle when she’s looking and practically making heart eyes when she’s not.”

Well, Jake had been found out. He expected Natasha or maybe even Bradley to catch on and piece things together. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Javy did, though.

“Well- it’s complicated, okay? We have a history.”

“That has never stopped you before.”

“Well this is different!” Jake huffed as he came over and sat next to him. “I hurt her because I was an idiot, okay? I told her I would call as much as I could and then I just…stopped. I was an idiot, I recognize that, so shut your mouth, Javy.” The other man’s mouth closed. “And I wouldn’t blame her if she never fully forgave me for it if she knew the full reason.”

Javy sighed and set a hand on his shoulder. “Listen. I get that you’re groveling over your past decisions? But you need to get over it.” Jake looked at him. This sounded like the worst pep talk ever. “Hear me out man.”

“I don’t have much faith.”

Javy rolled his eyes before continuing. “You were, what? 18, 19 at best? You were a stupid kid. I’m not asking you to give me all the details. What happened between you guys isn’t any of my business. But I’ve seen the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is looking. I may have only known her for a few weeks, but she’s a lot like you in certain aspects, so I feel like I know her pretty well. She looks at you the way you look at her.”

Jake felt his heart speed up a little at that, before sighing. “Javy. My reasoning for what I did is beyond dumb. Who’s to say she won’t be mad and tell me to fuck off for it?”

“Well, then I think she’d be missing out. And isn’t it better to lay everything out on the table and have the possibility of not dating her, than keeping it in and you guys continuing to dance around each other?”

Jake sighed. He knew that was the right thing to do. He was just scared. And that wasn’t like him at all. Which only scared him even more. He didn’t want to lose you now that he had you back.

“I don’t know, man.”

“Listen. All I’m saying is the Jake I know wouldn’t run away from a fight or a challenge. And I can tell you love this girl. I see it in the way your eyes soften when she shows up at the bar. From the way you talk about her and look at her? I’d say she’s worth the risk.”

Javy saying that flipped a switch in him. He was right. You were worth every risk to him. He would risk anything and everything for you. And if he didn’t take this leap now, he never would.

He got up from the couch and went into his room, throwing on a white t-shirt and one of his brown flannels. He threw on a pair of boots and walked back out, grabbing his keys from their hook.

“Go get her, Jakey!” Javy called.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Would you prefer cowboy?” Jake only flipped him off as he exited his apartment and went down to his truck. It was now or never.

– – – – –

You

You were practically hanging off of your couch in your apartment’s living room, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and an oversized sleep shirt. You had been having trouble sleeping recently, something you’d struggled with on and off since you were young. So you were trying to bore yourself to sleep by watching old reruns.

It was about a quarter past 11 when there was a knock on your door. You sighed and got up, answering the door and finding Jake standing there.

“Hey.” That was all he said and damnit, why did he have to say it so softly and make your heart swell?

“Hey. What’s up, is something wrong?” He looked almost upsettingly good at the moment, standing on your door. Hands shoved in his sweatpants pockets, the flannel he was wearing open to show the almost too tight white tee he was wearing. Was he trying to kill you?

“No. I’m okay. Did you wanna go for a drive?”

You rose an eyebrow. “Jake, it’s 11:30 at night.”

“Actually, it’s 23:22.”

“You smartass, you know what I mean! And quit it with military time.” He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes flicked to his arms for a second before looking back up at him.

“Come on. Neither of us has work tomorrow, I can tell you can’t sleep. For old time’s sake.” He flashed that charming smile of his and you just couldn’t say no. It was hard to say no.

“Fine. Just let me get changed into something more suitable.” You let him come into your apartment before disappearing to your room. You traded the oversized shirt for a hoodie and threw on a pair of pajama pants, slipping on a pair of slip-on sneakers. You came back out to find him looking at a couple of your family pictures on the wall and smiling.

“Okay. I think I’m ready to go.” 

He turned to you and smiled, gesturing for you to follow. “Perfect. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your keys quickly and followed him out, locking your door behind him before going down to the parking lot.

“You still have this beat up old piece of crap?”

“Excuse you! It still drives just fine, so why mess with perfection?” Jake had been driving the same beat up Chevy pick up truck since she could remember.

“I’m just surprised this thing still runs.” You saw him shake his head and you could only assume he rolled his eyes at you. He opened the passenger side door for you and held his hand out to you, causing you to smile. “Oh what a gentleman.” 

“Course. I gotta be, darlin’.” The pet name and the feel of his hand holding yours caused your heart to flutter.

He helped you up into the truck and got into the driver seat, pulling out of the parking lot and starting to drive, the radio playing music quietly to fill the silence. You couldn’t help but glance at him every now and then. Seeing him dressed so casually rather than a flight suit or uniform was something to see. And his hair wasn’t perfectly done. It was messy and a bit unruly, but it looked good. He looked good.

“So. Where are you taking me?” You asked and he smiled a little.

“It’s a secret.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head before looking out the window. “Doesn’t this bring back memories?”

You turned back to him and smiled. “It’s a little different from Texas.”

He laughed softly. Truly, genuinely laughed. And your heart fluttered again at the sound. You were so done for. “Yeah, guess you're right. There’s a lot less flat fields. But you remember how I used to sneak you out of your window some nights, right?”

“Of course I remember. If I hadn’t trusted you, it would’ve been sketchy when you’d drive into the middle of nowhere.” You both laughed as one of his hands rested on the stick and the other held the wheel.

“Yeah, guess it could seem freaky. But it was so nice to just drive out and lay in the truckbed and watch the stars.”

“Is that what we’re doing now, Mr. Seresin?”

You saw him smiling in the light of passing streetlights. “Why, yes ma’am.” You couldn’t help but smile as well at his tone. He backed into a parking spot near the beach and looked at you. “Go get in the back.”

You climbed out of the truck and opened the tailgate, climbing into the back and sitting down. This section of beach didn’t have many lights, especially this late. So when you looked up, you could see the stars. Suddenly, you heard music. You realized that Jake had turned up the radio. The song that was playing was Bless the Broken Road by Rascal Flatts.

“This song of all songs.” He laughed as he grabbed blankets he kept in the back seat and climbed up next to you, offering you the softer of the blankets.

“I used to play this song all the time whenever we’d go on drives.”

“Yeah, to the point it drove me insane.” You covered up with the blanket as he got settled next to you. “It does bring back a lot of memories though.”

“Good ones, I hope.” You looked at him, and he was watching you as you nodded.

“Yeah. Good ones.” You assured quietly and he smiled before you both looked up at the sky. It was quiet and luckily wasn’t too cold. A benefit of living in San Diego. The only sounds were of the radio and the waves crashing softly against the sand of the beach. The silence between you both seemed to hang heavy. That elephant in the room was getting a bit annoying.

“So I-”

“Jake, I-”

You both looked at each other and started laughing with how you both had tried talking at once. It seemed like such a cliche, but maybe a cliche wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Go ahead.”

“No, please. Lady’s first.” He insisted.

You smiled a little before you sighed. It was now or never. And not only did you want an answer. You felt like you deserved one. You’d been in the dark for long enough.

“Why did you stop calling?”

You kept your eyes on him, watching him sigh and look away from you. He rubbed scratched the back of his neck before looking at you.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I didn’t want to keep leaving you in the dark over it.”

“Well, I’m listening.”

It took him a few more moments of silence, seemingly trying to get his thoughts in order. “Because I didn’t think it was fair.” Before you could question him, he just kept talking. “We were broken up, sure. But we both knew that it wasn’t because we stopped loving each other. It was so it was easier on us and less distracting. But I got my first deployment orders so fast after boot camp and-” he sighed. “I didn’t want to be the person you were stuck on. I didn’t want to make you waste all this time waiting for us to happen again when it’s possible we never would have.

“And I know that sounds like me trying to excuse myself. I really am not trying to do that. I realized later down the line just how stupid that is. It’s not an excuse in the slightest. But it’s the only reason I’ve got.”

You were quiet for a bit as you took in his words. “Don’t you think I deserved to have a say in that? I was willing to wait.”

“I know you were. And of course, you deserved that choice. But I was a stupid kid who loved you so fiercely that I wanted what was best for you, even if that wasn’t me. I still do.”

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you looked at his side profile. The way his eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched as he leaned back on his hands. It was obvious he was frustrated with his past self’s decisions.

“Which part?”

“What?” He looked at you and he stopped, looking into your eyes.

“Which part? You still want what’s best for me or…you still love me?” You swore you heard his breath catch as you asked that question, also leaning back on your hands now. Your hand barely brushed his and it felt like sparks flew.

“Would it be selfish to say both?” His voice was quiet, as if he was afraid speaking too loud would break this fragile moment between the two of you. You felt his hand slowly rest over yours, making you let out a shaky breath you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“Yeah, it would. But what’s wrong with being a little selfish?” He smiled a little at your playful comment, gazing at you gently as he lightly squeezed your hand.

And before you knew it, he’d leaned in and kissed you. It felt brand new and like it was habit all at once. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. It was simple. There was no rush for either of you in that moment. His other hand came up and cradled the back of your neck to keep you close. You felt like you were drowning in the best way. Drowning in him. His taste, his touch, his scent. You never wanted it to end.

But you both did need to breathe. He pulled away and kept his hand on the back of your neck, pressing his forehead to yours. You both took deep breaths, just basking in each other’s warmth and presence.

“I am still helplessly in love with you. And I’m sorry I stopped calling.”

You shook your head. “I get why you did it. And don’t worry. I’m also still helplessly in love with you too, Jake.” He smiled and kissed you again. It was quick and simple, but god it was perfect. Everything was perfect about him. About this moment. Once he pulled away, you continued to speak. “Even if Nat tried her damndest to ward me away from you.”

Jake rolled his eyes as he looked at you. “Well, Phoenix can shove it. I’m just glad you didn’t listen to her.” You smiled and curled into his side. His arm wrapped around you, holding your waist to keep you pressed close to him.

“Nah don’t worry. I know you. You may have an even bigger ego now than you did back in the day. But you’re still my Jakey.” Your teasing tone made him roll his eyes, but both of you ended up laughing.

Once more, it was quiet again. The only sounds being the early 2000s country coming from his radio, the waves, and your breathing.

“You know.” You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe Flatts was onto something. ‘God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you’.” He was grinning like an idiot when he sang that line from the song in a low and playful tone, leaning down towards you.

You groaned and pushed his face away, causing him to bark out a laugh. “You are insufferable, Jake Seresin.”

“And you love me for it anyway, darlin’.”

You smiled and gently grabbed the collar of his flannel. “Damn right I do.” Before pulling him into another kiss that he happily reciprocated. Maybe he had a point.

And you were thanking whatever force was listening for leading you both back to each other.

END

[beeseverywhen]

I think the important thing is the ending can't be seen in isolation. There's the ending of the show and the ending we've known all along, that of treasure island.

What's clever about the last episode of black sails is it manages to say its own goodbye without contradicting what we already know and leaving loose ends. It truly ties the two together by asking. What is a story? It manages to cast doubt on everything while still tying up those loose ends and linking the two.

The ending of black sails sets the story free. What really happened is something different to everyone. It allows the two stories to be looked at through a individual lens, what you see as the ending is undoubtedly flavoured by your own perspective, your experiences and the life you've lived. Which really is true of every story, but most don't let go so easily.

Captain flint lives and reunites with the lost love that started it all.

Captain flint dies years later in an inn, a drunk, but accompanied by another Mcgraw, a relative?

The threads connecting the two are left to your own imagination, as is the choice to believe them at all. We are given the gift of an ending that not only gives us the space to doubt the truth of the story we've been told, but also the truth of what is yet to come.

What really became of captain flint? Nobody truly knows. Because captain flint was not a person. He was born of a story. Captain flint sprung from the sea fully formed, from the mind of a hurting man who needed to become something else in order to escape his pain. Somewhere along the line that man might have lost who he truly was. And so how could a concrete ending make any sense? Captain flints birth was all smoke and mirrors, and his death was the same

Black sails is some of the best television I've ever seen and one of its greatest strengths is how it repeatedly asks you as the viewer if the truth is important or just what people believe and the ending of it is an example of this. But also the ending is so fucking funny to be me because it's literally like. It's okay honey Captain Flint is on a farm now. He's living on a farm with his boyfriend who everyone thought was dead. And the audience genuinely doesn't know if this is actually true or if it's figurative and Silver shot him. It's okay honey he's on a farm upstate. Insane ending.

[the-string-of-curses]

A Goodbye letter from 10 years later

Did not.

"I want to start that I have known about you being Batman. I hoped that when I confessed about me being a half-ghost you would come clean. You did not.

I was fine with that. I would have given you the time of the world to confess. I didn't mind it. I Loved you. Every part of you. I know that you did love me too. How else would I have taken you to see a therapist?

The adopting part was a surprise. We didn't need to talk about that. I would have accepted them with open arms. I just wished that it didn't feel like walking on eggs shells because you forbid Dick to talk to you and him. I know it's about the night time thing but that in turn left blank space for me to try and understand that you did get along. I wished we communicated more than we did. We did not.

When you proposed I was over the moon. It was going to be how Dick image it would. A complete family. Even it he was older during that time. But then you and him got into a fight that I could not interfere with. It was about your other life. He cut you off. I expect for him to still talk to me. He did not.

Jason was a joy I knew I can count on him. I was warned that something was going to happen to him. I'm so glad that he let me in and told me about his plan. He was our joy. He was the glue that brought all of us back together. I considered those two as my own children. I thought I was finally be able to talk about them. You know? Like the whole truth. They did not.

I realized that they follow your word. In Wayne Manor Bruce Wayne is the leader and what he says goes. I planned on living like that. I was ready to accept it. But then I saw you with her. You let her in so quickly. It broke something inside. The you got drugged by her. I stood by your side like I promised I would. I thought you would finally tell me the truth. That you did not cheat on me on your free will. Maybe you thought I would have not left you that I would stay. I did not.

-Danny Fenton"

[spenceragnewfics]

Hey how about something with some angst and then fluff at the end? I’ve been wanting to read some angst lately, do with this however you’d want!

I DIDN’T KNOW I COULD LOSE YOU | Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer have always had something unspoken—late-night talks, inside jokes, and closeness that looks much like love if you squint hard enough. But neither of you has said it. And then someone else does.

Word Count: 1028

You and Spencer always had a unique relationship. You both met during your early days of Smosh, connecting over your love of anime, gaming, and vintage things. The friendship grew over the years and became more physical in the past few years. Neither of you wants a relationship, but still wants to get some stress out when needed, your unique setup kind of just happened.

You two agreed to be exclusive to limit anything possibly being transmitted, but that was the extent of it. You both carried on with your lives and went on dates with people but never fell into a relationship. That’s how you got to where you are now.

You spot Spencer across the room almost immediately. You always do at these company parties. His laugh rises over the music, a sound that used to feel like home. But tonight, it stops you in your tracks.

Because he’s not alone.

There’s a girl next to him; tall, stunning, confident. She leans over his space like she’s done it a hundred times, and he lets her. Smiling. Laughing. And when you don't think it could get worse.

She kisses him.

Your stomach drops like someone cut the floor out from under you.

He doesn’t pull away.

You just stand there, clutching the drink someone handed you five minutes ago, your pulse pounding in your ears louder than the music. It’s not a long kiss. It’s casual, a party thing. But it’s enough.

Enough to rip something open in your chest that you didn’t even realize was bleeding.

You turn and walk out before you can think twice.

You ignored his texts that night.

You ignore them the next day.

And the one after that.

At work, you keep it professional. Barely look at him in meetings. Talk to him only when you absolutely have to. You tell yourself you’re being mature. Distant, but mature. Except you feel like you’re suffocating. Every time you see him smile, every time he tries to ask if you’re okay, you shut down more.

Because what are you supposed to say?

Three days later, it rains in LA—one of those rare, heavy, mood-perfect storms that feel like a movie. You’re curled up on your couch, hoodie on, pretending you’re not on the edge of a full breakdown, when there’s a knock at your door.

You know it’s him before you even look through the peephole.

Spencer stands there soaked to the bone, curls plastered to his forehead, hoodie drenched through, holding something that might’ve once been a sad excuse for an umbrella.

He looks miserable.

You crack the door. “Spencer—”

“Why won’t you talk to me?” he cuts in, voice hoarse. “What did I do?”

You hesitate, fingers tightening on the knob. “You should go home.”

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on,” he says. “Please.”

You open the door a little wider, just enough to let him in out of the rain.

He stands awkwardly in the center of your living room, dripping water onto your floor, while you wrap your arms around yourself. You haven’t looked him in the eye.

“I saw you,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “At the party.”

He blinks. “Saw me…?”

You look up, and that’s when he gets it.

The kiss. 

His face changes immediately, like he’s been punched. “Oh,” he breathes. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” You laugh, but it’s hollow. “Shit.”

“It wasn’t—she just—” He fumbles. “I didn’t know you saw.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” You laugh bitterly.

He takes a step forward. “It didn’t mean anything.”

“Well, it meant something to me,” you snap, louder than intended. Your hands shake as you cross the room, putting space between you. “Because I’ve spent the last year wondering if maybe… maybe we were more than just friends. Maybe all those nights we stayed up talking, all the little looks and the inside jokes and the way you always made me feel like I was someone special…”

Your voice cracks, “But I guess I was wrong.”

Silence. Heavy, awful silence.

“You weren’t.” He says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turn. Spencer is staring at you like he’s never seen you before, but somehow always has.

“You weren’t wrong,” he repeats. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I didn’t know how to say it anymore. I didn’t think I was allowed to.”

You blink, stunned. “So you kissed someone else instead?”

“No,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “She kissed me. I let it happen because I was stupid and scared and thought if you hadn’t said anything by now… then maybe you didn’t feel the same. And I needed to stop hoping.”

You hate how familiar that sounds. How many times have you tried to kill your own hope?

“I thought we were going to end up together,” you whisper. 

Spencer steps toward you, slower this time, like he’s afraid to scare you off. “So did I.”

Your lip trembles. “I didn’t know I could lose you.”

His eyes are glassy now. “I didn’t know I could lose you… until I realized I already had.”

It breaks something in you.

Or maybe it fixes something.

You reach for him, sudden and desperate, and he catches you like he’s been waiting for the permission his whole life.

The hug is all arms shaking and tears pressed into damp shoulders. You breathe in his rain-soaked hoodie, and for the first time in days, it feels like you can breathe.

“I hated seeing you with her,” you mumble into his chest.

“I hated being with her,” he replies, forehead resting on yours. “She wasn’t you.”

You pull back just enough to look at him—really look at him. His cheeks are flushed, lashes damp, eyes full of something too soft to be anything but love.

“Kiss me,” you say, voice small but certain.

And he does.

Slowly. Carefully. Like a promise.

And maybe that’s exactly what it is.

[mattslilies]

Green Thumb - M.S.

"matt, baby, they aren't real." or... the one where matt loves to decorate your home with plants, but has a real problem actually keeping them alive, leading you to buy fake ones without telling him. warnings: none! a little silly, a little fluffy word count: 547 a/n: divider credit to @cursed-carmine!

you didn't like lying to matt. you very rarely did, and only when it was either not important, or too important for him to know about right that moment. that being said, the lie you were carrying out right now wasn't one you planned on telling him about anytime soon.

matt loved decor in your house. you had moved in together, and he had immediately set to work giving the space a touch of both of you, running everything by you first, but in the end creating a home that you both adored.

the only problem was the plants.

mat had decorated half of the downstairs with various hanging and potted plants. don't get you wrong, they were beautiful, especially when the flowers on them bloomed, but the problem was that they never seemed to get that far very often.

matt was nearly incapable of keeping plants alive. he couldn't get a plant to flourish to save his life. you didn't know what the issue was. the poor boy had even managed to kill succulents, and you barely had to do anything for them to live.

you saw how his face dropped every time he had to surrender a plant, quickly replacing it and trying everything possible to keep it alive. he'd google for hours, make full on daily schedules for the upkeep of the vine, and still nothing would work. he just didn't have a green thumb.

so, having run out of ideas, you started scouring online for fake plants that looked and felt identical to the real ones. quietly ordering some, you waited until matt was out of the house to perform the switch.

you weren't a big fan of deceiving him, but you wanted to keep him happy, and consistently killing your decor wasn't making either of you any happier. you got ones that didn't bloom flowers, so that your excuse could hold out a little longer.

and it did.

three weeks had gone by before matt made an offhand comment about the plants in the living room, which was three more weeks than you expected him to go without noticing the fraudulent leaves.

"you know, i swear every time i move some of those vines, they just go right back to where they were. i've never seen a plant do that."

you cringed internally, knowing that if he was picking up on the stiffness of the plants, it wouldn't take him much longer to call you out. you decided to come clean, hoping for the best.

"matt, baby, they aren't real."

his head snapped over to you, shock clearly written on his face.

"what?"

you sighed.

"i replaced them with fake plants a few weeks ago. don't be angry, please. you were so unhappy every time they died, and i wanted to save you some trouble and keep you from being so upset all the time."

you expected him to be upset, to yell, to say something rude, but instead he just laughed. you were surprised, and just watched him giggle.

"you're not... mad?"

he shook his head, leaning over to kiss you.

"no. you were trying to help me, and it's okay. i don't have a green thumb. at least now i can stop wasting water on plastic three times a day."

[formulafanfics13]

I was just too much of a coward to take what was already mine - FA14 🔥✨

Masterlist

Summary: After denying his desire for months, Fernando Alonso finally snaps when another man eyes the woman he’s been trying not to touch — a 22-year-old he’s quietly obsessed with. At a Monaco gala, rage and lust collide as he drags her away and fucks her like he’s claiming what’s always been his. It’s brutal, possessive, and impossibly overdue.

Warnings: Includes age gap (22/43), power imbalance, rough sex, wall sex, marking (biting, bruising), choking, public event setting, jealousy/rage-fueled fucking, condom use, possessive language, and emotional intensity. Mix of degradation and emotional softness at the end. Consensual but aggressive. Themes of denial, obsession, and finally giving in.

He told her no. Told himself no. Told the fucking mirror no for six months straight.

“You’re twenty-two.” “I’m twice your age.” “This isn’t a fucking movie.”

And she just blinked. Tipped her head. And said, “Then stop looking at me like you want to fuck me every time I walk into the room.”

Fernando didn’t stop looking. But he did stop touching. And that, that, was the beginning of hell. Because she kept living. Kept showing up to paddocks and afterparties and launch events in low-cut dresses and red lipstick, laughing with drivers half his age, and never once looking back at him.

Until tonight. Until this event. Where she walked into the glass-walled Monaco gala glowing like a sin he couldn’t confess, and every man within five metres forgot their wives existed.

And then Lewis. Fucking. Lewis. “Hey, mate. That girl you were always with, is she single?”

Fernando turned. “What?”

Lewis gestured with his drink. “The one in black. Looks like trouble. You used to bring her to team events, yeah?”

Fernando’s jaw twitched. He didn’t answer.

Lewis raised a brow. “I mean, if you’re not-”

Fernando didn’t let him finish. Didn’t nod. Didn’t blink. Didn’t even fucking breathe. He left Lewis standing there like a fool and walked across the ballroom floor like a man with murder on his tongue.

She didn’t even notice him at first. Too busy laughing at some junior driver’s joke. Too radiant. Too goddamn untouchable.

Until she felt it. That heat. That presence. She turned. Saw him. And smiled. Small. Confused. Until she saw his face. Then her breath caught. Because she knew. Knew what that look meant. Knew what those hands could do.

“Fernando-” He didn’t let her speak. His hand was around her wrist, dragging her down a hallway before anyone could blink. No cameras. No friends. No one stopping him. He shoved her into the nearest door. Locked it. Pressed her against the wall.

"You said you wanted me." 

Her chest was heaving. "I still do." He growled, actual fucking growled, and kissed her like it was punishment. Like he hated her for being beautiful. For being wanted. For being so unfathomably his and not saying it loud enough for the world. "Why didn’t you fight harder?" he hissed.

"You left," she gasped.

"You told me I was too young-"

"You’re not," he snarled. "You’re fucking perfect."

His mouth was on her throat. His thigh between her legs. Hands dragging up her dress until he found the heat he knew would be there. "No panties?" he whispered.

She moaned. “I thought maybe-maybe tonight-”

"You wore this for me?"

She nodded. He lost control. He didn’t undress her. He pushed the dress up around her waist and tore the condom packet open with his teeth. He didn’t kiss her again. He bit her. Her shoulder. Her collarbone. The space behind her ear. "This what you wanted, princess?"

"Yes."

"Me? Inside you? After I said no for months like a fucking idiot?"

"Yes, yes-please-"

He didn’t go slow. Not tonight. Not with Lewis fucking Hamilton looking at her like he had a shot. He shoved into her in one thrust. Deep. Rough. No mercy. She screamed. Bit his shoulder. Clawed his back. "Fuck, Fernando-"

"You feel that?" he growled. "You feel how perfect you are for my cock? How fucking wet you’ve been this whole time?"

He set a brutal pace. One hand gripping her ass, the other choking the moan out of her throat. Every thrust shoved her harder into the wall. Every grunt was a claim. "You're mine." "Say it." "Fucking say it."

"I'm yours," she sobbed. "I'm yours-I've always been-"

"Too fucking right you are." 

She came around him fast and messy, shaking, clinging, ruined. He came with a roar into the condom, forehead pressed to hers, heart breaking and body burning. And then... Silence.

He held her there, still buried deep, their bodies trembling. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "For all the time I wasted. For pretending you weren’t the best thing that ever happened to me."

She smiled, breathless. “You going to run again?”

He kissed her. Soft this time. “No. I’m never letting go again.”

[antianakin]

I think one of the reasons Bail does not work for me in Andor is because the character of Bail Organa as he has been in pretty much everything else we have ever seen him in just doesn't WORK within the world of Andor for many of the same reasons that the Jedi and Sith characters don't fit within that world and its parameters.

Andor, far more so than even Rogue One, lives in an extremely morally gray world where your hero characters regularly do unconscionable things. Andor wanted to posit that many good people fighting for righteous causes will need to do some bad things in order to reach that goal, and it puts them up against characters like Syril and Dedra who are doing exactly the same thing but for a different cause and asks the audience to consider why one of them is still clearly a good guy and the other clearly a bad guy. This is something that's a LITTLE more difficult to do when you're dealing with the larger cosmic themes of the Skywalker saga and psychic space wizards where the sides are quite literally color coded for you. The Jedi and Sith exist in the world of the original trilogy and the prequel trilogy where the rebellion is undeniably full of good, heroic people and the Empire undeniably full of evil megalomaniacs or footsoldiers who tell themselves that they're "just following orders."

Andor isn't telling that story and it needed many of those kinds of characters to be removed from its story in order to tell it correctly without the waters getting muddied. This is why we never get to SEE characters like Palpatine or Anakin or the Ghost crew or Quinlan Vos or anyone else who's canonically wandering around at this time period. This is why Luthen was never going to be a Jedi of any kind, former or otherwise.

But the Jedi and Sith characters weren't the only ones who existed within that more black and white world. Bail Organa did, too.

Bail Organa has pretty regularly been represented as a paragon of justice and truth and bravery and strength and resilience and heroism. Bail Organa is a beacon of light and hope for the future. He is the one whose image you see when you join the rebellion, greeting you with a smile on his face and kind words on his lips. That's why Rogue One chose to play the literal FORCE THEME when he walks into frame for the first time. Jimmy Smits doesn't even have any lines for that entire scene, but he walks out of the shadows to those few notes from THAT THEME and it's like a hero of legend just showed up for a moment. THAT'S who Bail Organa is within the story of Star Wars. He's not morally gray, he's not someone who can truly exist within a story that wants to question how far the rebellion can go before it becomes the enemy it's trying to destroy. That's not the purpose of a character like Bail Organa, and to try to turn him INTO that kind of a character is to misunderstand how to utilize him.

Bail Organa never should've been in Andor. He can be MENTIONED, it's his rebellion after all, and Mon Mothma would know him and have spoken to him, obviously. But I think having Bail Organa in Andor as a larger presence was a mistake, and it's why many of the scenes with him in them just didn't quite hit right for me. The quick cameo where he's leaving Sculdun's party and says hello to Mon as she's coming in is fine, having him introduce Mon for her speech is fine, but all of the extra things he's in just seem to add more confusion to his character and to the story than any real depth and it took away from the opportunity to explore the characters who were more relevant to the story they WERE trying to tell (like Perrin, or Luthen, or Bix, or Cinta, or Vel). Those precious few minutes they had after condensing four seasons into one were misspent on a character who didn't fit within the story they were trying to tell. Forcing Bail into a position where he's morally gray just simply isn't the best use of the character or their time.

[jester-nonconforming]

at first i was like “oh, i wish the short showed Blitz and Loona interacting more,” but the more i think about it, the more i feel like them *not* interacting informs us about their relationship. they had all this time while Mr. Wrigglers was saying goodbye to everyone, but Loona is on her phone and Blitz is just sitting around bored. Blitz really *wants* to hang out with her, and he spends a lot of his daily life around her, but he seemingly still has no idea how to actually *engage*.

and this is a problem in all of Blitz’s relationships—he doesn’t feel secure enough to just ask people to spend time with him, so he either makes everything sexual (which he obviously wouldn’t do with Loona) or he focuses on what he can give them (money for their jobs, driving them places, cooking them food, protecting them from harm, etc). he’s gotten better about focusing less on sex as he becomes a bit more secure in his friendships w/ Stolas, M&M, and Fizz, but he still really relies on that other coping mechanism of “here let me do these things for you and in return you won’t leave when i talk about horses for an hour”.

so in a case like this, where he IS just trying to reach out to Loona (which is a lot more vulnerable for him than i think he’d admit) and the plans change in any way, he falters. he’s completely stuck on his original idea for the day and he can’t get out of that mindset enough to listen to what she wants here.

it’s not that i think he doesn’t notice other people’s interests or wants or needs—he definitely does, at least when he’s not clouded by jealousy or other emotions—i think he just does not know how to have a conversation that isn’t focused on himself. and i don’t mean that in an asshole way, i mean it in a “ADHD kid who never learned how to communicate” way. that’s why his relationship with Moxxie works in some ways, because Moxxie and Blitz are both people who will just talk about their interests without prompting (and yes this is a very neurodivergent type of friendship lol). and with Millie he can talk about their shared interests, or just play games, because him and Millie are both more physical people. and with Stolas, Blitz can be the center of attention and Stolas *prefers* it that way. but with Loona being closed off, he just doesn’t really know how to reach her?

he also tends to be really invasive with his friends (again, he’s getting better at it, but still), but he really tries to give her privacy. at least, we’ve never seen him go into her room or ask what she’s doing on her phone. which is a VERY good thing that probably allows her to feel way more comfortable around him. but it doesn’t give him a lot to work with, and i don’t think he realizes that he could just ask her questions about her interests, or would even know where to start (honestly, idk if i would either, that’s a hard thing to do when someone isn’t giving you much to work with).

and all this doesn’t mean Blitz and Loona’s relationship is “bad” or that they don’t love each other. in fact, I think Loona being comfortable with just existing in the same space as Blitz, rolling her eyes at his antics, finding him kind of annoying and embarrassing but trusting that he’ll always be there and relying on him—that’s all pretty typical “teenager with her father” behavior, and despite being an adult, Loona is still working through a lot of teenage experiences. she might have seen Mr. Wrigglers as an idealized dream father figure, but even he couldn’t live up to that standard in the end. her relationship with Blitz reminds me a lot more of how i was with my parents when i was younger, tbh.

but for all the criticism people tend to give to Stolas and Via’s relationship… there’s actually a decent amount of evidence that, when Via isn’t mad at him, those two are better at just hanging out with each other? Stolas obviously misses the mark sometimes as she gets older, but every picture of them from the past shows them both grinning and clearly actively engaging with each other. he focuses on interests they have in common (like telling her about space, or giving her a guitar to further her interest in music), and Via is a lot more receptive to that (which i’m sure is partially because she grew up around those things).

i’m curious to see if Stolas being more quiet and patient will allow Loona to open up more. the short makes it clear she *wants* to open up at this point, and that’s definitely because of the time and effort Blitz has put in over the past 5 years. but after being unsafe for so long and then closed off for even longer, i don’t think she knows *how* to open up, or when is appropriate (because showing your demon form to a random human was a pretty impulsive and unwise decision. again, a rather teenage one). i think it would be cool to see how as much as Blitz can teach Stolas about reaching out to Via, Stolas might be able to teach Blitz some things about connecting with Loona as well.

[unlimitedhearts]

I used to think it was enough to not give her money. I used to think it was enough to only engage with fan content. To OPs last point I'm literally NB and I was doing mental gymnastics to justify why engaging with fan content was okay.

I'll give you a hint: if you have to do those kinds of mental gymnastics just to "enjoy" your fandom content? You know you shouldn't be here. Your justifying it doesn't change that deep down you know you should not be here.

"I'm not giving her attention," I would say, "I'm giving attention to the fanartists!" The echo chamber went and still goes as such. Within HP Shipping spaces everyone was content to say "Fuck JKR" and create the fanart and fanfic, thinking they were calling attention to just themselves. Fandom attention within the fandom.

"HP is so old now, there's no way that anyone who wasn't already here is going to stumble upon this and get introduced to HP now."

But you're just lying to yourself. I've gotten into series because of fanfic. I started watching Supernatural way back when because of SPN fandom. The media doesn't always beget fandom and in the way things are going, more and more often, fandom begets the attention to the original media.

Parents read their kids HP still. That stupid game introduced people to HP. That stupid HBO show is coming out and will introduce yet more people. Young kids especially. New fans get bred every day and they might or might not have the development to understand that your fanwork is not a cosign. Even if you put "FUCK JKR!!!" at the top of every authors note or fanart, you still lovingly created the thing itself that puts the characters she made on a pedestal.

So its fuck her but not her characters or story. For a new fan who a) might not know what she is and what she supports or b) literally cannot understand why you would make a thing for a person you hate, this messaging is confusing.

AND ITS SO IMPORTANT TO NOTE - I WAS RIGHT THERE DOING THE SAME THING. THIS IS NOT A STONES GLASS HOUSES SITUATION. I WAS LED TO BELIEVE THAT WAS ENOUGH. I allowed my lens to be focused so NARROWLY that I missed the big picture FOR YEARS. Myself and other trans fans missed that fandom activity does not care about the boundaries of fandom, it'll go as far and as wide as it can.

Fandom does not exist in a vacuum. And JKR herself has made herself such an integral force over HP, that Death of the Author does not apply. You cannot remove her from the property she made, this isn't Orson Scott Card, and she did that on purpose. She and Harry Potter are intertwined forever.

Here's a video that more succinctly explains why 4 YEARS AGO.

And here's another video that explains even more how your justification means NOTHING because it is still giving her fuel for her transphobic fire.

Social clout is a currency. We live in an attention based economy. Now you might be thinking "Well Harry Potter has been so big for so long, its huge. Having all those people not involve themselves as one mass collective action is impossible. So I might as well enjoy it, its pretty much self sustaining."

If it takes a year, two years, three years, MORE! THE TIME. WILL. PASS. ANYWAY. Would you rather that time pass while she amasses more power? Or would you rather watch it slip from her fingers.

Yes, the HP fandom was huge, but i don't think its as huge as you think anymore. If the people who have stuck around all this time just let go? Move on, find something else to fixate over, and we COLLECTIVELY stop pumping out free content for her, it'll certainly make a dent in her audience. It'll make a statement. It'll start a push to help larger collectives understand that there is no standing for this. There is no justification good enough to completely throw trans folk under the bus.

Harry Potter is not the only thing out there for you to love. There's PLENTY. Go find it. Leave this behind. Stop giving her attention. Because whether or not you're saying "Fuck you JKR" until you're blue in the face, she will leverage it to hurt more and more trans people.

There are plenty of other good things for you to go nuts over. Plenty of things that'll bewitch you mind body and soul if you let them. HP does not have to be the be all end all of the things you love.

once again, if you like ANYTHING harry potter related: you did this

[aurieeeeeenyx]

while it's still pride month, here are my thoughts on a potential queer interpretation of kpop demon hunters in no particular order

before anyone starts getting mad, i just want to remind you that this is all in good fun and if you disagree, that's totally fine. however, as a queer person, i see a lot of parallels in this movie that resonate with my own experiences and those that i've seen from others in the queer community.

first of all, kpdh and rumi's character arc in particular focus a lot on resisting expectations in order to be authentically yourself. while this is not an exclusively queer experience, and is in fact one that real life idols must contend with, i think any queer person can relate to hiding your true self in order to conform to the "image" other people hold you to.

the song "Golden" really feels like a queer anthem in this sense; while i definitely relate to the bicultural experience zoey alludes to in her lines, "i lived two lives / tried to play both sides / but i couldn't find my own place", i think it also is a feeling many closeted people know well, especially bi, aro/ace, and nonbinary people. mira's follow-up line, "called a problem child / 'cause i got too wild" can be interpreted as a reference to the scorn and ostracization many queer people face when they are too "loud" about their own identity. and rumi's quiet, "waited so long to break these walls down / to wake up, and feel like me" ? ohhh man...especially considering she was looking at herself in the mirror. trans vibe, anyone?

the pre-chorus through post-chorus of "Golden" feel so freeing after all that, as the unapologetic authenticity shines through. i think "What It Sounds Like" also reflects this theme, so i'm not going to dissect it because it'd be more of the same, but my thoughts on it essentially boil down to that song feeling like a coming out.

on the flip side, we have the shame that seems to power the demons (or at least gwi-ma) in this world. it's quite easy to say that the demons represent internal demons as well as physical ones (see the lyrics of "Free" and "What It Sounds Like"), but in the context of a queer interpretation this tie to shame specifically—rather than rage, jealousy, etc.—struck me as rather fitting. many queer people experience shame, self-loathing, and so on for being queer in a world that refuses to accept us. in the movie, the huntrix girls initially follow the age-old formula of "our faults and fears must never be seen," which also contributed to the shame that split them apart and let gwi-ma take advantage of mira and zoey. rumi herself is told over and over by celine—her own pseudo-mother—that she must shed her own identity in order to be accepted, and nearly convinces jinu of the same. internalized homophobia, who?

but again, the movie insists that shame must be overcome (i.e., the old honmoon being destroyed and replaced with a new one when "What It Sounds Like" plays, rumi showing her patterns proudly at the end of the movie, etc.) so that one can really shine. yup, the coming out vibes are strong in these scenes.

as a random side note, i thought that moment when the saja boys transform back into their demon forms after returning to the demon realm and a demon happily tells their friend, "they're just like us," was an interesting nod to the desire for representation.

now: moving on to the fact that this movie is built around kpop. while i would consider myself at most a casual kpop enjoyer, i think the reaches of kpop's "queerification" extends even beyond kpop fandom. if you're reading this post, chances are you've at least heard of the kpop fandoms on ao3, youtube, twitter, tiktok, etc. and the ships that dominate them, but even if you haven't, queer fanservice has become ever more present in the kpop sphere. plus, many fans of kpop are queer, and find community with those like them who also have the same interests. coincidence or not, the fact that kpdh is about kpop idols definitely leaves space for queerness to permeate its themes of expressing oneself freely and connecting to others with your genuine, raw self rather than a carefully constructed version of yourself.

and finally, the most important piece of evidence for this whole interpretation:

rumi's bisexual eyeliner. what an icon.

[sallyfisher1312]

Kissing Headcanons

Bad Batch x reader

Masterlist

A/n: I know it's small, but I'm working on some requests and other work, so have this in the meantime.

Warnings: Not proof read, mention of migraines in Hunter's part, suggestive content in Tech's part, let me know if I missed anything.

Characters: Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, Crosshair and Tech x reader.

Word Count: ~800.

Hunter

He lives for your kisses and, if you let him, would kiss you every chance he has. He likes all types of kisses, but has a soft spot for slow, romantic ones, those are the most intimate for him. He also prefers to do it when you’re alone or at least not in a crowded space.

The most frequent are pecks he gives you when you two pass each other, as you’re often busy with your duties as soldiers.

The not so common, but best ones for him, happen when he leads you to a secluded corner in the Marauder and keeps you between his chest and the wall, then, he’d kiss you, slowly and entirely devoted while he either cradles your head or lets his hands wander around your body. During these, he won’t let anything interrupt your moment, it will be just you, him and his dedicated kisses.

When he has bad migraines, he secretly wants you to kiss his temple, although they don’t do anything to the pain, he swears it makes him feel better.

Echo

He loves your kisses, he’ll let you kiss him from head to toe if that’s what you want, he just often forgets to retribute them. He makes it up with other love languages, but if you wanted him to kiss you more frequently, you’d have to remind him every now and then.

He won’t go for long, wet kisses naturally, but he’s not opposed to them if you like it. Most of the time, he kisses your knuckles when reuniting with you after a long time or your forehead in a more daily basis.

He’s also very fond of kissing before going to sleep or waking up, in these times he’ll close his eyes and press his lips to yours, letting them linger for a few seconds before repeating it until you two eventually have to stop.

Wrecker

Kissing specialist, he can kiss you in any way and he will. He loves all types, small pecks, slow and languid, or fast and heated, doesn’t matter to him as long as your lips are on one another.

He often goes to kiss you, regardless of being alone or in public, so you might have to remind him to keep it subtle a few times.

His brothers don’t even get fazed anymore, they know the moment Wrecker sees you he’ll pick you up and kiss all over your face, not caring a bit to tone down the squelching noises. There’s no point in fighting it too, he’ll just keep peppering kisses on you until you repay him, thankfully he doesn’t expect you to respond in the same intensity, so a quick press of your lips is enough to quieten him.

Crosshair

At the beginning his kisses are rough and detached from any feelings, as he warms up to you, they will get a bit more delicate, though there’s always a hint of his dominance in them.

He usually doesn’t kiss, but if you want it, he’ll give in you, all while pretending to be annoyed, of course.

He trusts you, so he’ll let you set the pace until a certain point, meaning unless you push his buttons, you’re in control.

If you do tease him, be prepared, he will make sure to remind you to not play with his trust and feelings like that. He’ll corner you and grab your jaw, holding you still as he smashes his lips on yours, grunting satisfied by having the control back. He also won’t stop until you two are breathless and desperately need to break the kiss for air.

Give him a peck on the cheek and watch his ears turn red as he avoids your gaze, huffing at your courage to make him flustered like that.

Tech

The least interested in kissing. He could easily go on about his life without ever kissing, but he understands that is probably not the case for you, so he puts some extra effort in it.

He bids you good morning and good night with a small kiss every day, and, if you tell him you want more, he greets and says goodbye with kisses as well.

He doesn’t mind it if you kiss him sometimes too, he’ll just be a bit uncomfortable if you overdo it like Wrecker does.

Despite his aversion to physical touch, he’s still very curious and will do research around the topic, though he’d find the results to be unconclusive, so, he’d ask you to explain it to him instead. You’d start small, being mindful of his limits, but he’d encourage you to keep going, and you did, until you two were straight up making out, blushing and panting.

From that day on, he’d start using heavy make out as a way to show you he wants to have a different type of physical contact session with you.

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