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[singemall-stayallnight]

Fan Encounter With Robert Plant & Jimmy Page

From Home of Metal:

"Not long after John Bonham's Death there were many rumours in the press stating Cozy Powell was Joining Led Zeppelin, I think this boys night out in a Local Boozer may have been part of it, The Bloke who sent me these pictures said it was an Utter shock for several of the biggest names in rock popped into his local for a pint and a Fag, the only thing at hand for an autograph was the back of a beer mat.

"Amongst them was Page & Plant, Peter Grant, John Paul Jones, Cozy Powell and Gary Bardens. He said there may have been a couple of others but couldn’t remember. Cozy Powell had [been] friends with Plant & Bonham since the 60’s, but I think the real reason for being there was to meet up with Gary Bardens the Singer in MSG (Michael Schenker Group) who he was just about to join. Although I reckon He would have done a good job for Zep!!!"

[queenofwands89]

Stolen Hearts and Cuddles

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Reader

Summary: While cuddling, Jake tells Y/N that she made him believe in love at first sight.

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff.

Notes: Hello, this is my first Jake fic. I just watched twisters with my family last week, and it got me back in my Glen Powell feels (Always been down bad for him the movie just reignited that spark lmao), so yeah I hope you enjoy byeeee.

The sun has set, and the soft glow from the table lamp casts a warm, cozy light across the living room. You’re nestled together on the plush leather couch, your head resting on Jake's chest as you listen to the gentle hum of the city outside your window. The faint aroma of popcorn lingers in the air, remnants of your impromptu movie night.

Jake's arm is draped protectively around you, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on your shoulder. You find solace in these moments – the simplicity of being close to him, away from the chaos of the naval base and the pressure of his duties as a aviator.

“Y’know,” Jake's voice breaks the comfortable silence, a confident lilt even in his softer moments, “I used to think love at first sight was just a myth. A fairytale people tell themselves to make life seem a little more magical.”

Tilting your head slightly, you look up at him, your curious eyes meeting his green, mischievous yet earnest gaze. “Oh really?” you tease, a playful smile dancing on your lips. “The great Lieutenant Jake Seresin, charmer extraordinaire, didn’t believe in love?”

A chuckle rumbles from his chest, making you vibrate with the sound. “Hard to believe, huh?” he smirks. “But yeah, I was always about the next mission, the next challenge. Love seemed like a distraction.”

Your fingers play with the hem of his navy blue T-shirt, your touch sending electric shivers down his spine. “So, what changed?” you ask softly, genuinely intrigued.

Jake’s expression softens, the cockiness melting away to reveal the depth of his feelings. He gently cups your face with his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek. “You,” he says simply. “You changed everything.”

Your heart flutters at his words, and you lean into his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm against your skin. “How?” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

Jake’s eyes lock with yours, reflecting a sincerity that’s often hidden behind his confident exterior. “The first time I saw you, it felt like someone had flipped a switch inside me. Suddenly, life wasn't just about flying high and chasing adrenaline. It was about finding a way to keep you by my side, to protect you, to love you.”

He takes a deep breath, as if steadying himself to say something deeply personal. “You didn’t just capture my attention, Y/N. You stole my heart. Completely and irrevocably. And for the first time, I realized that love isn’t a distraction. It’s what makes all the risks worth taking.”

You feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, your emotions welling up at his heartfelt confession. “Jake…” you begin, but he gently hushes you, his gaze soft yet intense.

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re my everything. My whole world. The one I’d sacrifice everything for,” he continues, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. “And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as your lips meet in a tender, passionate kiss. Each touch, each breath seems to reaffirm your bond, a silent promise of the future you will build together.

When you finally pull away, you rest your forehead against his, your heart racing. “I love you, Jake. More than words can say.”

“I love you more baby,” he replies, his voice a soft murmur in the intimate space you share. “More than you could ever know.”

You settle back into his comfortable embrace, the weight of the world outside disappearing as you lose yourself in each other. In that moment, in the safety of your love, you find a tranquility you have never known before.

As you drift off to sleep, the world outside continues to spin, but for you and Jake, your universe is right there on that couch – wrapped in each other's arms, in a cocoon of stolen hearts and unyielding love.

[rootedinrevisions]

Kinktober 2024: Day 28

CHARACTER: Tyler Owens

KINK: Temperature Play

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (Temperature Play (obviously), Fingering, Female Oral Receiving)

TAG LIST: SEE COMMENTS

If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists or be tagged for a specific character please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added! Below are the fandoms I currently write for.

Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Twisters (Mostly Tyler right now, but possibly others soon)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

As you pull into the driveway, the familiar sight of Tyler’s truck parked outside fills you with a wave of excitement. He’s home early. You hadn’t expected him back for another few days, so seeing his truck there feels like a gift after a long day. A smile spreads across your face, and you feel your pace quicken as you gather your things, eager to get inside and see him.

The house is quiet when you step inside, the kind of quiet that feels warm and welcoming rather than empty. You set your things down, glancing around for any sign of him. Moving through the living room, you call his name softly, your voice almost swallowed by the cozy silence of the farmhouse.

Just as you reach the hallway, you hear a familiar creak, and you turn just in time to see Tyler stepping out of the bedroom. When he catches sight of you, his face lights up, his easy smile spreading wide. He opens his arms, and without a second thought, you break into a run, closing the distance between you. As you reach him, his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his embrace warm and steady, like he’s just as glad to be home as you are to have him here.

Tyler leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the simple touch making your heart skip. His hand comes up to rest against the small of your back, holding you close as he pulls away just enough to look at you.

“Missed you, darlin’,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smile, resting your hands on his chest as you look up at him, letting yourself sink into the warmth of the moment. "I missed you too," you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

He grins, a playful gleam in his eye. “Thought I’d make it up to you. How does that sound?”

You look up at him, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “What did you have in mind?” you ask, a playful edge in your voice.

Tyler’s smile grows, his expression softening as he brushes a thumb over the back of your hand. “Remember that thing we talked about trying?”

You pause for a moment, searching your memory, and then it comes back—the conversation from a few weeks ago about exploring temperature play.

Your cheeks warm, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering through you as you nod. He’s always been patient with you, always checking in, but the thought of trying something new stirs a hint of unease.

Tyler catches the shift in your expression, his thumb stilling on your hand.

“Hey, it’s just me,” he says gently, his tone calm and reassuring. “We’ll take it slow, alright? The second you want to stop, you just tell me.”

You meet his gaze, the softness in his eyes easing the last traces of tension in your shoulders. Taking a steadying breath, you nod again, feeling safe and ready to trust him with this new step.

Tyler’s hand moves to lace his fingers through yours, giving a reassuring squeeze as he leads you down the hall toward the bedroom. The farmhouse feels even quieter now, each step toward the bedroom adding to the quiet thrill building inside you.

Tyler opens the bedroom door and gestures you in with a slight nod. Stepping inside, you can’t help but pause, taking in the soft, warm glow filling the room. Candles are set along the nightstands and dressers, casting flickering shadows across the walls, and the air is filled with a subtle, soothing scent of cedarwood.

When you look back at him, he’s smiling, his eyes warm and intent. He steps closer, his hands finding their place on your hips and then leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss, letting the day slip away as you focus on this moment, on him. His hands move slowly, almost reverently, as he starts to undress you, easing each piece of clothing off until you’re standing before him, bare under his gaze.

You give a small, playful laugh. “Feels like things are a little imbalanced here, don’t you think?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Maybe you should change that,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours before pulling back just enough to watch you.

You reach for the hem of his worn white t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, your hands lingering as they trace down his chest, over the lines of muscle, and the soft dusting of hair on his chest and stomach. His skin is warm under your touch, and you feel his breath catch slightly as your hands continue their slow path down.

Your fingers reach his belt, unfastening the Texas-sized buckle with practiced ease, and then you pop open the button on his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. He steps out of them, leaving him in just his Hanes boxer briefs, and you take in the sight, your hands resting lightly on his hips as you both stand there, wrapped in the glow and anticipation of what’s to come.

Tyler’s hands rest lightly on your shoulders as he guides you onto the bed, his touch grounding and careful. He pauses, leaning in close as he looks into your eyes, a soft smile lighting up his face.

"I thought we’d start slow," he murmurs, holding up a small bottle. "I warmed up some oil, figured this would be a nice way to ease into things." His thumb brushes reassuringly along your shoulder, and he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "And remember, we can stop anytime. Just say the word, alright?"

You nod, feeling a little rush of excitement balanced with that familiar comfort you always feel with him. He smiles again, his eyes warm, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Then, he climbs onto the bed, settling above your hips as he straddles you, and you feel the mattress dip with his weight. His hands move with practiced ease, rubbing the oil between his palms as he warms it further. He catches your eye once more, giving you a playful grin.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice low.

You bite your lip, nodding, and then close your eyes, bracing for that first touch. The warmth of his hands as they glide over your shoulders is unexpected, surprising, and deeply soothing.

Tyler’s voice drops to a gentle murmur as he works into the tense muscles along your neck and shoulders, “Just relax, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

Each pass of his hands releases the day’s tension, and as he moves slowly down your back, his fingers finding every tight spot, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Tyler’s eyes meet yours as he gently guides you to roll over, his touch reassuring, his smile full of warmth. He leans close, brushing a tender kiss across your forehead before trailing his lips down to your cheek, as if to soothe any nerves lingering between you.

He pours a little more oil into his hands, warming it between his palms before he brings them to your shoulders. His touch is gentle yet firm as he kneads into the muscles there, his hands sliding in long strokes down the center of your chest, skimming close but not quite touching. His fingers follow the lines of your body with a slow, deliberate rhythm, making each touch feel intentional, almost reverent.

When his hands finally slide down your stomach, his fingers brush teasingly close to where you ache for him, and you can’t help the way your thighs press together instinctively. 

He pauses, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he teases softly, his voice deepening, and his gaze flickers down with a glint of mischief. He knows the answer, but he clearly wants to hear it from you.

You manage a soft “Yes,” your voice barely above a whisper, but the way you arch ever so slightly in response to his touch says even more. 

Tyler’s smirk grows, pleased. He moves his hands up again, this time letting his palms rest on your breasts, cupping and massaging them with slow, purposeful pressure that makes you sigh. His fingers tease at your sensitive skin before he pinches your nipple gently between two fingers, adding just enough pressure to draw an involuntary moan from your lips.

The sound seems to ignite something in him, and his smirk deepens as he looks down at you with pride and warmth.

Tyler’s touch remains steady, his hands still working over your skin as he focuses on your breasts, his warm fingers caressing, teasing, and exploring with deliberate slowness. Every touch seems to coax a new reaction from you—a shiver here, a soft gasp there, until you can feel the tension building, a heat pooling deep within as he continues his gentle ministrations.

He takes his time, seemingly savoring every moment as he pinches and rolls your sensitive skin between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way your body responds to him. The warmth of the oil, combined with the pressure of his hands, creates a tantalizing contrast that only heightens the sensation. Your breathing grows heavier, your fingers clutching at the sheets, and your back arches as you feel yourself climbing closer and closer to that edge.

But just as you feel the tension building to its peak, Tyler’s touch withdraws, and you’re left yearning, feeling the ache of his absence as he slowly climbs off you, and then off the bed. He stands there for a moment, looking down at you with a soft smile that holds just a hint of something playful, almost daring.

“Stay right there,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of anticipation. His fingers trail softly over your thigh one last time before he steps back, and then he’s gone, disappearing into the hallway without another word, leaving you breathless and tingling, wondering what he has in store next.

Tyler reappears in the doorway, a cool glass of ice water in his hand, his gaze warm and mischievous. You glance at the glass in his hand, eyebrows raised, but he just smiles, setting it down on the nightstand before moving closer.

Bending down to your level, he brushes his hand over your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle path along your jaw. 

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice soft, his gaze searching yours. 

You feel a shiver run through you, a blend of excitement and curiosity. With a smile, you nod, murmuring a quiet, “Yes.”

"Good," he replies, his voice a reassuring murmur. 

He kisses you softly, his lips lingering for just a moment before he straightens up and reaches into the dresser, pulling out one of his bandanas. 

He holds it up with a smirk, his eyebrow quirked playfully. “Still trust me?”

Your smile widens, and you nod again, feeling anticipation building as he gently folds the fabric around your eyes, blocking your sight. As he ties it in place, his fingers brush against your skin, sending tingles down your spine. You’re left in darkness, your other senses heightened as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, as if to ground you before the unknown.

You feel him shift beside you, reaching for the glass of ice water, though you can’t see him. The sensation of not knowing what he has planned stirs your pulse, leaving you acutely aware of every sound and touch as you wait, breath held, for whatever he has in store next.

Tyler slides an ice cube from the glass, holding it between his fingers as he moves back toward you. The shift from the earlier warmth of the oil to this sudden coolness makes your skin tingle in anticipation. The first touch of the ice on your neck is a shock that has you gasping softly, the cold tracing along the sensitive curve of your collarbone, leaving a chilled path that quickly warms beneath his touch.

You hear his low chuckle as he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice warm and soothing. “You’re handling this so well, sweetheart. Let me know if it’s too much, alright?”

His thumb brushes lightly over your skin, grounding you, as he continues to tease your collarbone, drawing out little gasps with every touch.

He moves lower, the ice trailing along the dip between your ribs, and finally down toward your inner thighs. You feel yourself shiver, both from the chill and from his proximity, unable to resist the way your legs press together instinctively as the ice grazes your skin.

He laughs, a soft, raspy sound that’s as much appreciative as it is teasing. “Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” His voice is husky, his breath hot against your ear as he shifts closer, pressing his hand to your thigh. “So responsive… makes me want to explore every inch of you with it.”

His words and the gentle cold pressure on your skin have you caught between sensation and anticipation, the contrast leaving you feeling vulnerable and exhilarated, every reaction showing him just how much he affects you.

Tyler drops the remnants of the first ice cube onto the towel beside the bed, watching as it melts slowly, leaving a small puddle. He smirks at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes before he reaches back for another cube, this time popping it into his mouth. 

With a gentle yet firm touch, he spreads your legs apart, leaving you feeling exposed and yearning. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as he leans closer, his breath teasingly warm against your skin. 

He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, the warmth mingling with the coolness of the ice, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The contrast sends your senses into overdrive, the mixture of sensations making you squirm.

“Just wait,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, as he leans in even closer. You can feel the heat radiating from him, mixed with the chill lingering from the ice. “You’re going to love this.”

With that, he leans in, letting the ice melt in his mouth before he brushes his lips against your most sensitive area, teasing you with the cold sensation. You gasp, the sudden thrill of the chill mixed with his warmth catching you off guard. He watches you closely, taking in every reaction, every little shudder that runs through you as he continues to play, the ice a thrilling reminder of the temperature play that has you yearning for more.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over you, igniting every nerve ending as he continues to tease you with the coolness of the ice still in his mouth. You can barely form words, your body reacting instinctively to the sensations Tyler is creating.

“It feels... incredible,” you manage to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper as he continues his tantalizing play. The contrast between the coolness of the ice and the warmth of his mouth sends shockwaves through you, building a tension you can hardly stand.

“Good,” he murmurs, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he senses your pleasure. “I want to hear every reaction.”

He leans in again, giving you another teasing lick, sending another rush of chills through your body. The coolness from the ice dances with the warmth of his touch, and your back arches instinctively, pushing toward him, desperate for more.

“Tyler,” you breathe, the urgency in your voice making him chuckle softly. “Please... don’t stop.”

He nods, clearly enjoying how responsive you are. “I won’t. Just let go for me, darlin'.” He captures your gaze for a moment, the intensity in his eyes sending another wave of heat through you.

With that, he dives back in, his mouth enveloping you with the cold sensation still lingering from the ice. His tongue moves with purpose, flicking and teasing, every movement calculated to keep you teetering on the edge. The combination of the warmth of his mouth and the coolness of the ice makes you writhe, lost in a haze of pleasure.

He pulls back slightly, the ice still in his mouth. “How does that feel?” he asks, his voice dripping with playful seduction.

“So good,” you whimper, your body craving the dual sensations he’s providing. “I can’t... I can’t take much more.”

“Just a little longer,” he encourages, the playful glint in his eyes never fading. “You’re doing amazing. Let me know if I need to stop though, okay?”

With that, he leans back in, the coolness of the ice melting into his mouth before he uses it to tease you further, making you squirm and moan. The pleasure builds, each moment feeling more intense than the last as he guides you closer to the edge, his every movement a promise of ecstasy.

The moment Tyler’s warm mouth envelops you again, your entire body ignites with a new wave of pleasure. The heat from his lips contrasts sharply with the cool remnants of the ice that had just melted in his mouth, creating a delicious blend of sensations that sends you spiraling.

“God, you taste incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending vibrations through you as he begins to suck gently on your clitoris. You gasp, the warmth of his mouth drawing a desperate moan from your lips. Each flick of his tongue makes your thighs tremble, the mix of sensations making it hard to think.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he pulls away slightly, and you hear him reach for the glass of ice water. 

You reach up and pull the bandana off your face, opening your eyes just enough to see him dipping two fingers into the icy liquid, the sight making your heart race in anticipation. 

You can only imagine the shock of cold against the heat of your core.

He looks back at you, a playful glint in his eye as he says, “Ready?” 

You nod, breathless and eager for whatever he has planned.

Then, without warning, he slides those two cold fingers into you, the stark contrast sending a shiver through your entire body. Your back arches, a gasp escaping your lips as the sensation overwhelms you. The warmth of his mouth on your clit, coupled with the chill of his fingers moving inside you, creates an intoxicating blend that pushes you to the brink.

“Tyler, please,” you whimper, desperate for release as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. The dual sensations overwhelm you, each push and pull driving you closer to ecstasy.

“Just a little more,” he urges, his tone both teasing and reassuring. He continues to work you, his fingers curling and stroking within you, while his mouth works magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The mix of temperatures heightens every sensation, and you can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“Tyler, I’m... I’m so close!” you cry out, every fiber of your being focused on the wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“Let go,” he whispers, his voice low and sultry, as he intensifies his movements. You can’t hold back any longer; the mix of warmth and cold drives you over the edge.

With a shuddering moan, you let go, the waves of pleasure washing over you in powerful pulses. Your body tenses and relaxes beneath him, every nerve ending alive with sensation as you ride the high of your release. Tyler continues to coax you through it, his fingers still moving within you, drawing out the last remnants of pleasure until you finally come down, panting and blissed out.

As you lay there, breathless and sated, he leans up and captures your lips in a soft kiss, tasting the remnants of your pleasure on his tongue. 

“How was that?” he asks, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Unbelievable,” you reply, still trying to catch your breath. 

The connection between you two feels electric, every moment you share solidifying the bond you’ve forged through this new experience together.

[autumntouched]

If Lost Return to Jake

Summary: Jake is a simp. It says so on his shirt

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x GF!Reader

Warnings: mention of sex but nothing explicit

A/N: Got drop kicked HARD today (at least a Phoenix fic was born for later), went looking for comfort, and came across something I whipped up a few weeks ago based on a chat @glen-powells and I had about t-shirts Jake definitely owns. Could be better, but it made me smile

As soon as you get home, you change into leggings and a sweatshirt and curl up on your bed. You’re exhausted from a long week at work and planning your friend’s bachelorette party. You wish you’d told her bridal party only, but you adore her and it’s her special weekend so you’ll put in the extra work to wrangle fifteen women for a weekend in New Orleans. Five minutes, you tell yourself. You’ll start dinner in five minutes. But ten minutes later, you’re still curled up in the cozy nest of your comforter and after twenty minutes you start to wonder whether you can skip dinner altogether. Try again for breakfast in the morning.  

You’ve just resigned yourself to letting your stomach growl itself to sleep when you hear keys in the door, and Jake calls your name. You let him know that you’re in the bedroom. Your body aches, it’s so tired but just the sound of his voice has your heart rate stumbling over itself in excitement. Guess you’re cooking dinner after all. You bury a groan in your arm, but you’re already smiling. 

He’s still in uniform when he eases the door open. In uniform and holding a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers. Maybe you fell asleep. If you are, you’re already looking forward to seeing where this dream goes because those twinkling green eyes and dimples are really doing a number on you. 

Your brain catches up to the moment and you fly up. “Wait, what are the flowers for?” You can’t quite hide the pitch of panic in your voice that you’ve forgotten an important date. You have to put multiple alerts in your phone for anniversaries and birthdays and still sometimes they slip past you. 

“Oh, these?” He’s trying to sound off-handed, but he’s beaming at the excitement edging out your concern. “Just a pretty excuse to drop in on an absolutely stunning woman.” He lays them on the bed beside you because you’re already waiting for him on your knees. Jake runs his hands down your arms, his rough fingers skimming the sensitive undersides of your forearms and wrists as he lifts them around his shoulders and sidles closer. You’re practically nose to nose. “Also thought she might like something to eat,” he murmurs, lips brushing yours. “So I stopped and got her some dinner.”

“Such a simp,” you smile, still amused by his teenage cousin’s wry assessment of him after you met his family at Thanksgiving.   

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush to him. “And proud of it,” he brags before claiming your mouth. 

So when you’re scrolling through endless Etsy pages for your friend’s bachelorette party and come across a “Proud Simp” t-shirt, you giggle and immediately add it to your cart. You wrap it for him as beautifully as you wrap his birthday and Christmas gifts. You might be bad with dates, but you’re a wiz with some paper, ribbon, and a little tape. 

“What’s this for?” Jake asks when you go to his place to give it to him. You’re so excited to see his reaction that you nearly blurt it out. 

“Open it!” You rush him. 

But he notices how beautifully you’ve wrapped it and takes his time carefully trying to preserve your work, and it makes you want to shake him and kiss him all at once. 

You go all warm at the way his face lights up when he sees your inside joke in t-shirt form. Immediately, Jake strips off his black tee to put it on. But once you glimpse his muscled chest and the dark trail of hair from his pecs down into his low slung shorts, you decide he can also lose the shorts and everything under them for now. He’ll have plenty of time to wear your gift after he’s thoroughly thanked you for it. 

And thank you for it he does.

Jake wears it. A lot. At first you think it’s just around the house, but as he spends more and more time at your place you realize he wears it out too. To run errands, to football nights with his Dagger Squad buddies Rooster, Payback, and Fanboy despite their teasing, even to pick his cousin up from the airport when she comes to visit. 

Her latest assessment of him? “Please get help.”

You draw the line at him wearing it to his commanding officer’s cookout, which he pouts about until he’s distracted by your braless sundress with the spaghetti straps crossed in the back.

For Labor Day weekend, you fly to Texas to visit his family. He picks you up from the airport. When he gets out of the car to kiss you and load your bag into the trunk, you laugh at the t-shirt he’s wearing. It says ‘I’m Jake.” 

“Did you forget your name or something?” you ask, trying to figure out if he’s playing a prank on you. 

“You’ll see,” he promises, the lines around his eyes growing more prominent with his suppressed smile. 

There’s a tissue paper wrapped box on your seat when you get into the rental car. “This better not be a ring,” you blurt out, trying not to hyperventilate. It’s not that you don’t know at this point that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with him. But your younger brother just got engaged, and you know your future sister-in-law would feel overshadowed if you took that step just now.

Before he drives away from the curb, Jake gently cups your chin and runs his thumb over your bottom lip to calm you down. “Sweetheart, I’ll wait as long as you want me to pop the question.” One of his mischievous smiles flip flops your heart, and you close your eyes as he kisses the scowl of concern from between your eyebrows. “Personally, I think this is better than a ring though.” 

That statement warns you what’s to come, but you’re still not prepared when you lift a t-shirt from the box. 

“If lost, return to Jake,” you read. You mouth the words, trying to put together what it means until you realize it’s the same color as the shirt he’s wearing. 

You feel the blood drain from your face. “No.”

“No what?” he chuckles, taking his eyes from the road for a moment to check your expression. He laughs even harder at what must be a look of horror on your face. 

“I’m not wearing this, Jake. The people who wear these carry AARP cards and have those help I’ve fallen and can’t get up buttons. I’m not even old enough to have a geriatric pregnancy! And if lost? When do I get lost?” 

“When you drive with the gps on mute,” he answers a little too quickly. Your face lets him know he’s made a big mistake. He adds even faster, “But I’ll never make you unmute the GPS because this proud simp loves it when you need him.”

Flashing you his biggest, most you-know-you-love-me grin, he reaches across the console and takes your left hand. His thumb strokes the place on your finger where an engagement ring will one day rest before placing a quick, but lingering kiss there. “C’mon sweetheart,” he says quietly, but you can hear the sudden weight of emotion in his voice. “I promised to wait to ask you to marry me, so how else am I supposed to let you know that I’m never going anywhere before I leave?”

This man really knows how to wreck you. He’s in Texas to say goodbye to his parents before he deploys until March. After growing up with your dad’s deployments, you swore you wouldn’t fall in love with a Navy man, but Jake had other plans for you. “Wear it with me please?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you agree, too choked up to say more. You know from experience crying before a goodbye only makes it harder. There will be plenty of time later to let his gift catch your tears. 

You put on the shirt before you get to his parents’ house because you know it will make his family laugh and that’s what you want to remember later too, the laughter. 

Arm slung over your shoulder, in your paired “I’m Jake” and “If lost return to Jake” shirts, he takes you to his favorite ice cream shop. You both laugh at the judgmental looks the teens and even some people your age give you. His cousin, Danny, insists she’s too embarrassed to be seen with you two. 

You wear the shirt to see him off and again when he gets home. And as soon as you’ve flown into his arms and kissed every inch of his handsome face (you’ll save the rest of him for later), he sets you down so he can show you that he’s wearing his too. You notice his shirt is as faded as yours from going through the wash so many times.

Gathering up his seabag, he hooks an arm around your shoulders to hold you close as you walk to the car. “I’m thinking it’s about time we sealed this relationship with something a little more durable than cotton,” he says. “What do you think?”

“I’m tired of people asking me where’s Jake,” you agree. “So yes.”

[impala-dreamer]

Peace and Quiet & No One Else Around

A Short Story

Glen Powell x Reader

Requested by @deanwinchesterswitch for my Cozy Drabbles

1,246 Words (oops)

NSFW, Smut on a train!, Cozy Romance

Cozy Drabbles ‘24 Masterlist

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

The cabin rocks gently as the countryside whizzes past in a flurry of orange and gold. The November air is cold but the vents by the window push heat through, fogging up the base of the glass. It’s a vignette that frames the scenery, focusing your attention on the autumn colors and stillness of the world. 

The book in your hand goes unread, and you sink a little deeper into relaxation. The blanket is heavy and warm, and the pillow behind you is firm but perfect. It sighs, and you can hear the beat of its heart. 

Glen shifts slightly as you take up more space on the long bench seat. 

“Comfy?” he asks, a grin on his lips and in his voice. 

Wiggling closer, you turn and put your feet up against the wall. The window is in full view now and you let out a happy sigh. “Not bad. You?” 

A gentle laugh vibrates through his chest. “Would be, except this sloth keeps pushing me off the seat.” 

Gasping in fake offense, jump up and turn to face him. “Sloth?” Hands on your hips, the book and blanket fall to the floor. “You wanted to take this trip and now I’m stuck on a train for hours with nothing to do. Don’t call me a sloth for relaxing!” 

His smile is bright, reaching right up to his entrancing blue-green eyes. “You’re right,” he concedes, reaching for your arm. His hand slides slowly down to yours and he squeezes tight. 

“This was my idea…” 

“Exactly.” 

All play melts as he brings your hand to his lips and kisses you sweetly. 

Dimples pop. The charm is thick. “Come back. I’m cold.” 

“Fine.” 

Grabbing the blanket from the floor, you lie back down, this time resting your head in his lap. His left arm settles on your waist and everything is calm again. 

“This is nice though, isn’t it?” he asks, pressing his head back against the upholstered seat. “Nothing to do… peace and quiet… no one else around…” 

An idea prickles in your head and you push your fingers through his. “It is…” 

“Beautiful scenery…”

Gently, you rub your fingertips over the back of his hand and through and around each digit, massaging lightly and intently. You always loved his hands. “Mhm.” 

“Beautiful girl…” 

A shudder of desire strikes as his voice washes over you. Lifting his hand to your lips, you slowly kiss the pad of each finger. 

He hums in appreciation and shifts down a little closer. 

“Nice and warm…” 

Parting your lips, you gently suck in the tip of his middle finger. 

A slight moan rumbles through him. “Damn, baby.” 

Looking up at him, you bring his finger fully into your mouth. As his breath halts, you roll your tongue against his finger and then suck hard as you pull it back out. 

His eyes flutter and his bottom lip drops. 

Another pull on his finger and he squirms in his seat. He moans a little louder and you drag his index finger inside as well. 

“You’re walkin’ down a dangerous road, Y/N,” he whispers, his voice thick and slow. 

Staring at him, you swallow around his fingers and then let them go, sliding them from your wet lips. “Thought you said no one was around?”

He inhales deeply, struggling to fight the surge of arousal your touch brings. “I did.” 

You grin seductively. “So why not enjoy the quiet with me?” 

Quickly, Glen looks over his shoulder, ensuring the cabin door is locked and no one can be seen passing by the small window. Satisfied, he realizes that he’s very much not, and pulls his hand from yours. 

The train approaches a turn around the mountain and gently curves to the left as Glen sneaks his hand into your shirt. His fingers are still wet and he rubs them across your nipple, sending sparks right to your clit. 

Your moan urges him on and he pinches the bud hard. 

“Fuck…” You squirm on the bench seat and close your thighs tight. The pressure makes your pussy throb and you close your hand around his wrist. 

“Hey,” he teases, twisting gently. “You started this…” 

“V-very true…” 

Another tweak of his fingers and your jaw drops as pleasure spreads. You can feel each touch in your pussy as if he was working down there as well. 

“So shut up and enjoy.”

Leaning over, he captures your top lip in a wet kiss. He paws at each breast, tugs both nipples, and watches in lustful fascination as your hips buck into the empty air. 

The train moves swiftly through the countryside, filling the window with a strobe of evening light. Gold flashes off the trees and the sky begins to fade. 

Inside, you’re losing your mind, blanking out completely as Glen uses your body as his toy. He licks into your mouth as his fingers caress the soft inner folds of your pussy; he groans, low and dark as he dips his fingers into your wetness. You can feel his cock press hard into your shoulder as he leans over you, and your mouth waters for him. 

Pushing his hands away, you flip over and earn yourself a surprised moan. 

“Where you goin’?” he asks, eyes mere slits, lips ruddy and wet. 

You bite your lip and whimper while reaching for his zipper. “Wanna suck you so bad…”

His tongue presses against his teeth and sucks in a deep breath. Without a word, he lifts his hips and tugs his jeans down. His briefs are marled gray and you can already see a damp spot where he’s leaked for you. 

The sight turns you on even more and it’s mere seconds before you have him in your mouth, wetting his shaft with your warm saliva before pulling back with a kiss. 

He exhales a deep moan. “Fuck, Y/N…” 

“Mhm…” 

It’s a moan around his cock, a vibration from your lips, and Glen pushes his head back against the wall as his body floods with tight pleasure. It builds deep inside as you worship his cock with sloppy kisses and fluttering flicks of your tongue. He grabs the back of your neck, guiding you deeper, moving you faster, until he’s jerking his hips up into your face and you can barely take it any longer. Your body is shaking with need, your cunt dripping and aching. 

“Please-” You pull back and look up at him with desperate, wide eyes. “Please fuck me.” 

He drags your face up to his and kisses you hard, nearly knocking you over while you try to get rid of your jeans. He grips the back of your head, massages your tongue with his, and hums deep into the core of you. 

Another turn of the tracks and you’re in his lap, lowering yourself down onto his stiff cock. It’s warm and thick and fills you so intensely that your entire body shudders. 

His strong arms wrap around you, holding you close while he rocks up into you. The rhythm of the rails and the pulse of his hips merge and your muscles tighten around him. 

It’s breathless and warm and over too soon. 

Exhausted, you fall into each other's arms, rearranged on the long bench seat beneath the blanket. 

“You know something?” 

Glen sighs and hugs you closer, lays a kiss on your forehead. “What’s that?” 

“I think I like trains now.” 

He laughs, full and happy. “Told ya.”

[lgbtqreads]

I’m looking for a book with queer characters (queerness doesn’t have to be a big topic in a book) that’s… cozy?

I know I’m being kind of unspecific 😅 but I’ll try here; basically what I am looking for is a either mystery/romance with mystery elements or fairy tale/fantasy/magical realism (or mix of those, even better) that

- doesn’t rely on heavy political intrigue

- isn’t focused on opression or social injustice as main themes (queerphobia mentions are fine as long as it isn’t “historical gay romance where the tragic part is that we’re gay and can’t be togheter because of it not being socially acceptable” )

- isn’t fast paced action- adventure, epic fantasy, tense enemies-to-lovers whirlwind romance, political intigue etc.

I know I have written „cozy” but that doesn’t mean it can’t be a murder mystery or has to be without any kind of violence, I mainly meant the setting or the pacing of the book.

Highly preferable, but not a must:

- supernatural/folk/fairy tale elements

- adult (non-teenager) male/non-binary main character(s)

- set in smaller city/countryside/wilderness/village/seaside etc.

Examples of books that for me fit this profile and I’m looking for similar vibes :

Silver in The Wood + Drowned Country by Emily Tesh, A Heart Of Stone by Johannes T. Evans, some stuff by E.E. Ottoman, Peter Darling by Austin Chant (I know all of those are romances, but what I am looking for doesn’t have to be)

I’m very sorry if that was too convoluted and thanks for considering my ask 😅

I'm intrigued that you haven't mentioned The House in the Cerulean Sea or any other TJ Klune, so I'll mention it here, though I imagine you know it's a good fit for what you're seeking. I will add Til Death Do Us Bard by Rose Black, Baker Thief by Claudie Arseneault, The Faerie Hounds of York by Arden Powell, and Sea Lover by JK Pendragon. I also recommend checking out the Kraken Collective; I feel like they have a lot of work (some included here) that is very much your vibe!

[shepherds-of-haven]

I'm trying to get back into reading and and so I was wondering if you had any recommendations? I was hoping it would have romance in it as well if thats alright. Also, for your published book is there a preferred site to order from?

Hi there, thanks for your ask! I have a bunch of recommendations in my #recommendations tag, but here are some of the more useful ones for your purposes. You should definitely check my "favorites" post, since that one has a lot of books I obviously highly recommend!

My favorite books (organized by category)

My top 5 fantasy recommendations (same answers here)

Some book recommendations from 2021 (I particularly stand by The City of Brass, but I'd have to give the Wolf of Oren-Yaro and Serpent and Dove a re-read to know if my feelings have been tempered by time)

Here are some other recent reads I've enjoyed, or which helped me get over a reading slump, that also include some romance!

The Undertaking of Hart and Mercy by Megan Bannen - cute "enemies to lovers/unknowing penpals" romance that takes place in a weird, magical version of the Wild West between a marshal who hunts the undead and a mortician who's trying to keep her family business afloat!

The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden - a medieval Russian fairytale that has some of the most gorgeous, lush prose I've read in recent years, though be warned that it's a fittingly brutal look at peasant life in a rural village during that time period. It has only the faintest smidgen of romance in the first book, but I'm guessing the romance expands in the sequels!

Swordheart by T. Kingfisher - a fluffy, cozy, low-stakes, humorous Dianna Wynne Jones-esque fantasy romance featuring a rather silly, sheltered widow who inherits a sword that happens to have the spirit of a warrior trapped inside it. Very comedic and heart-warming, and it takes place in a larger world that has several books set in it (Paladin's Grace and its sequels are closely related to Swordheart, but they feature different characters)

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett - another cozy fantasy romance that reminds me heavily of Howl's Moving Castle, featuring an extremely serious, socially-awkward university researcher and her extremely vain, good-looking, ridiculous academic rival as she tries to complete her dissertation and secure tenure. Takes place in an alternative history of Europe that features all kinds of faeries, myths, and folklore!

Hope that's helpful! Oh, and thank you so much for thinking of my book, We Have Always Been Here! 🥹 The publisher's website is the best place for all the purchase links, but whichever site you'd like to use or is most convenient for you is best: the only thing that changes on my end of things is the format of the book (hardcover or paperback, etc.), not where you buy it from, so feel free to use whichever site you like! Supporting indie booksellers like Bookshop.org (which donates a portion of its proceeds to local bookshops), Books A Million, Powell's (still family-owned and everything!) and Hudson Booksellers is always great; if you live internationally, Penguin Random House direct or Barnes and Noble should get that to you, too! A review on Amazon is always nice, but going an indie route is always great if it's possible for you! :) Thank you so much for asking!

[stevethehairington]

i watched a movie last night about this couple that goes on a hiking/camping trip and on their way to the site they stop at this little roadside restaurant called "bigfoot's burger shack" and my brain immediately went omg but what if wayne and eddie owned a little diner off the side of the road on the way to a forest famous for "bigfoot sightings" and their restaurant was like totally cryptid themed. and then my brain spiralled...

it's dustin's birthday and he's in his cryptid era right now, so of course he is desperate to visit the forest best known for having the most bigfoot sightings.

robin is just as interested in cryptids as dutsin is (she's not a full blown conspiracy theorist or anything but she DOES get wildly entertained by them, and she loves to read up on them even if she doesn't necessarily believe/agree with some of them).

and because robin and dustin are so into it, steve gets roped along. although, is it getting roped along if you're the one that offers to drive and also plan the whole camping trip while you're at it? (plus, hey, steve's curious too.)

so steve robin and dustin head out to "bigfoot forest" or whatever fun name the locals and tourists alike have given it.

on the drive there they pass this little diner on the outskirts of the nearby town and decide to stop for a bite to eat before they finish the last stretch of the drive to the campsite. this place is one of those like cozy diner style places that's full of like locally handcarved furnishings and every square inch of the walls is covered in framed photographs and various signage and knick knacks of all kinds. except this place has fully capitalized on the nearby forest, because it's basically like a cryptid cafe - those photos on the wall are various "bigfoot sightings" and newspaper articles and clippings about bigfoot and other various cryptids. it's fun and it's very clearly a good business model lol.

this place, of course, is owned and operated by none other than wayne and eddie munson.

(i'm thinking the place is maybe called "benny's bigfoot buffet" and they took it over for benny hammond after he either died or mysteriously disappeared or just moved on.)

but anyways, steve robin and dustin stop there for lunch and they meet eddie and wayne and they all get to chatting and blah blah. eddie and wayne tell them plenty of stories of sightings - both ones they've heard from other people as well as their own (because of course they're believers).

eventually, steve robin and dustin have to leave because it's getting later and they want to make it to the campsite before it gets dark so they can set up.

blah blah blah. the first night is relatively normal, they hear some sounds and steve teases robin about it being bigfoot, and dustin gets excited about that. but they make it through the night. the next day they explore a bit. then when night falls, weird things happen. more sounds, only closer, louder, and they sound... like something. like an animal, like a creature. dustin and robin obviously go bigfoot but steve isn't so convinced. but then dustin runs out of the tent because he wants to try to get a photo or something and steve and robin chase after him and. and. annnnnnd.

he goes missing.

steve and robin comb the forest that night calling for dustin, searching for him. they don't find him though. but steve sees something. he sees bigfoot. (or what he is absolutely convinced is bigfoot now.)

they head to the munson's diner so they can use their phone to call the local police, and hopper callahan and powell roll up onto the scene and ask what happened and steve and robin tell them, and at first steve doesn't want to tell them about what he thinks he saw because he knows how that's going to play out. they're going to think he's crazy. but robin convinces him to maybe? or maybe she just tells them herself. but, as expected, they laugh at that. they tell them that bigfoot isn't real. blah blah.

of course, during all of this eddie and wayne were listening, they heard it all. and after hopper and co talk to them, eddie corners steve and is like tell me what you saw and there's something about him that makes steve feel like safe almost? like he can tell eddie and he won't laugh like the cops, he won't judge steve, he won't call him crazy. so he tells eddie and eddie looks spooked, but also excited and he tells steve yeah. that sounds like bigfoot.

and blah blah they end up taking things into their own hands and doing the investigating themselves, steve robin and eddie. (maybe they call in some reinforcements in the form of eddie's friends from town? local journalist nancy wheeler, photographer jonathan byers, max mayfield, fellow cryptid enthusiast)

and i literally have not thought of anything past this or what actually happened to dustin or how they find him or if bigfoot is actually real in this or if they end up unconvering some huge government conspiracy instead or something lmaoo. but yeahhhhhhh. oh and also ofc steddie happens along the way lol.

just. cryptids. bigfoot. spoooooooky. pacific northwest forest vibes. appalachian munsons. yeahhhhhh.

[mitjalovse]

The 90's did set many superstars from the previous decades in a variety of foreign contexts that did not make sense to them at that point in time. I mean, Brian May had a weird period then. He kept being sad over the end of Queen – every compilation of the group after Mercury's death felt like a requiem then –, yet he also gained more opportunities to work with the others. For instance, he collaborated with Cozy Powell on his solo album, where his guitar enriched the tune on the link. Of course, he did stay within his frame of playing, though we must ask ourselves – how would've his 90's been like, had Mercury lived? Let's fact the fact Queen didn't fit the ethos of the rock at the time. Then again, they didn't serve the 80's as well as we assume, so they could've been … fine?

[kurumeki]

When u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favourite followers✨️🎶

I was tagged by @phant0m-l0rd, thank you! ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

I will list five songs that are stuck in my head lately, and that I simply cannot get enough of.

Black Sabbath / The Sign Of The Southern Cross From Sabbath's album Mob Rules (1981). This song is haunting me lately. Despite the title, it's not about religion really, it's not a reference to Christianity. Southern Cross, also known as Crux, is a constellation of the southern sky that is centred on four bright stars in a cross-shaped asterism. It's about realising how small we are compared to the night sky, and that life itself is much bigger than our what we experience here on Earth. Love Tony Iommi's heavy guitar riff and Geezer's complimentary bass. My favourite line from lyrics: Don't live for pleasure / Make life your treasure / Fade away.

Aerosmith / Draw The Line Title song from their 1977 album. I'm still not very familiar with their discography, but it should be no surprise one of their early releases got me with the groove. The bass line is permanently stuck in my brain, I'm afraid. Classic Aerosmith song that never fails to rail me up to get some very much needed kick of energy.

Judas Priest / Victim Of Changes From their 1976 album Sad Wings Of Destiny. Another album that got me in when I kind of accidentally listened to other two tracks from this album, Dreamer Deceiver and Deceiver (youtube is amazing sometimes with suggesting you stuff). I've been enjoying my journey to the roots of metal, so Judas Priest is a must. Love their heaviness and of course Rob Halford's vocals, my queer icon!

Rainbow / Stargazer Listen. Liiisten. When I first heard this song last year, I seriously wondered under which rock I've been living so far, not knowing this monumental masterpiece. I heard it at the movie premiere "Dio. Dreamers Never Die" (2022) in the cinema and my mind was literally blown. It wasn't even the full song played in the movie, and I was already hooked, obsessed, my brain rewired. I came back home very late, and instead of getting ready to sleep because of work on the next day, I put the song on and... yeah. It's love for life. Ronnie James Dio is a vocal genius there, his emotional performance will always give me chills. Cozy Powell's drum solo intro will never not be iconic. Ritchie Blackmore's guitar solo will never not be a work of art. The song is from their second album Rising from 1976. And in terms of favourite lyrics... hard to pick just one part. Stargazer will forever be in my top ten favourite songs of all time, and I know it will be the same at the day I die, no exaggeration.

MORRIE / あとは野となれ山となれ Speaking of songs that have forever rewired my brain - MORRIE's ultimate masterpiece and "healing song" from his 1992 solo album ロマンティックな、余りにロマンティックな (Romantic, All Too Romantic). It wasn't a love at first listen, but it sure has this unique quality that touches your heart and sends shivers down your spine. This song had to grow on me, but I was completely gone for it, when I was able to hear it live in 2019 at Solitude show in Yokohama O-SITE. He performed it alone on stage, with just the electric guitar, and the arrangement was just slightly different and he used a lot of loop, but it made so much sense to me that version will forever live in my heart. The song is about being eternal, about seasons passing and us being part of the nature's cycle, from the day we're born till we die, and then when we're born again, in human form or not, only to die again and one day just become cosmos nothingness and everything at the same time. I had the pleasure to try translating the lyrics of this song and this part always moves me almost to tears: You can become the star    You can become the sea You can become the wind   You can become the sand And still find the way           To that place Of infinite dream within your heart

If you made it there and read through all of this wall of text - congratulations! Now, my tagged beloved mutuals are:

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[lavenderrpages]

@goxinsane asked. // 🌞 my muse’s aesthetic for your darling drew 🥰

Andrea 'drea' Powell. 💙

the epitome of 'cozy' it seems.

[starseedfxofficial]

CAD/JPY & AI Bots: The Hidden Forex Opportunity You Shouldn’t Miss Why Bet on the Underdog: CAD/JPY & AI Bots, A Love Story Okay, folks, let me ask you something. When was the last time you thought about trading the Canadian Dollar (CAD) against the Japanese Yen (JPY)? Maybe somewhere between never and "Is that even a thing?" And hey, I get it—the world's got the EUR/USD and the USD/JPY hogging the limelight like some celebrity couple. But if you’re tired of the usual scene and ready for some low-key ninja-level moves, CAD/JPY is like finding a cozy coffee shop no one knows about—calm, surprising, and potentially super profitable. Now, let’s add some artificial intelligence bots into this mix, and we've got ourselves a real plot twist. Is CAD/JPY the Hidden Gem? Here's where artificial intelligence bots make their entrance, like secret agents at a high-stakes casino. 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If you want to sidestep the crowded trading floors of the "major" currencies and go somewhere the professionals quietly build wealth, this is where you should be. Game-Changing Strategies for CAD/JPY Using AI Bots - Leveraging Oil News for Predictive Trading: AI bots ingest and analyze headlines faster than you can even think "OPEC." They can enter trades based on sentiment analysis derived from oil output news. While you're still trying to figure out if you should short oil, they’ve already scalped a quick win by correlating it to CAD movements. - Sentiment Divergence Strategy: While CAD might rise due to oil prices, Yen might move in the opposite direction due to risk-off sentiments. AI bots are amazing at catching these discrepancies and exploiting them before the average trader even logs into their platform. - Interest Rate Arbitrage: With Japan’s eternal love affair with low interest rates, CAD/JPY offers a fascinating carry trade opportunity. 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[allylikethecat]

Ally! Hope alls well don’t apologize for having a life!! We’ll all be here whenever you decide to update a fic!!!

Honestly i’ve been extremely swamped at work these past couple of weeks and it’s been nonstop thunderstorms where i live which makes me just want to shower and go to bed when i get home haha

Anyway, tst: what do the fictional george and matties like to do during thunderstorms?

🥤

AHH hello again my dearest smoothie anon! Because I am so bad at answering asks I had the pleasure of seeing TWO of your lovely ones in my inbox today. Thank you so much 🥺 even though I really am sorry for being so bad about updating and also responding to these at the moment.

Please, please don't forget about me! I promise I will actually manage to write something eventually and update my fics 🥺

oooo thunderstorms are the BEST there is nothing better than being cozy during a thunderstorm! I'm sorry to hear that work has been crazy busy though. We had a tornado warning last night.. and I do NOT live somewhere where we get tornados. I was over at a friend's house drinking wine and rewatching the olympic show jumping individual final with a group of other horse girlies and we full were like is GLEN POWELL COMING when we got the warning (dont worry not tornado actually happened lol)

TST: Hmmmm I think that Fictional!Matty can sometimes get really anxious during them, he doesn't sleep well to begin with so the thunder and lightening keeps him up which puts him on edge, the changes in pressure also kind of make him feel achey? Fictional!George does not care or notice that it is storming until he realizes Fictional!Matty is extremely on edge and he should probably assist with that...

Thank you so much for this ask and for being so lovely always! I hope you are having a good week!

❤️Ally

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Perfectly Imperfect Proposal

SUMMARY: Damian has the perfect plan to ask his girlfriend to marry him. But what happens when nothing goes right and the universe throws a wrench in his plans? A perfectly imperfect proposal.

A/N: Thank you to @eringobragh420 for sending in this request! Hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS/TAGS: None. Just fluff.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

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Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

Damian took a deep breath, standing back to admire the setup one last time. The restaurant was transformed; warm string lights hung across the ceiling, and the tables were set with fresh flowers—your favorites. He’d flown in your family and closest friends to be here, and they’d been his silent co-conspirators for weeks, working from behind the scenes to help pull this off. Everything was in place for tonight, and it was time to go get you.

“You’ve done an incredible job,” your mom said, stepping up beside him with a warm smile. “She’s going to be absolutely thrilled, Damian.”

He gave her a grateful nod, a rare hint of nerves showing in his smile. “I just want everything to be perfect,” he admitted, glancing around one last time. “She deserves that.”

Your sister came over and gave his shoulder a light squeeze. “It’s perfect, trust me. She’ll love every bit of it.”

Damian chuckled, though he felt the butterflies starting to stir. It wasn’t the big matches, the huge crowds, or the intense stunts that got to him—it was this, something so much more personal. He was about to ask the person he loved most in the world to spend her life with him, and despite all his careful planning, he felt the weight of it in his chest. But this was the good kind of nerves.

“Good luck!” one of your friends called out, snapping a quick photo of him and flashing him a thumbs-up. “Go sweep her off her feet!”

He grinned, feeling his confidence return. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, the one he’d been planning from the very start. He exchanged a quick round of hugs with everyone, their encouragement following him out of the restaurant and into the cool evening air. As he made his way to the car, he could already picture the look on your face when you found out that everyone you loved was here, celebrating with you. All he had to do was get you to say “yes.”

Smiling to himself, Damian climbed into the car, running through the plan in his mind as he drove to meet you. He could almost hear the cheers, and feel the excitement in the air. 

After leaving the restaurant where the party preparations were well underway, Damian made one quick stop on the way to your place—a small flower shop he’d spotted on the corner. He’d already been envisioning you with a vibrant bouquet in your hands, and he wanted tonight to start with something beautiful, a small token of how much he cherished you.

Stepping into the cozy shop, he picked out a mix of roses, lilies, and a few sprigs of eucalyptus, the arrangement coming together perfectly. The florist wrapped the bouquet in delicate paper, and Damian smiled, imagining the look on your face when he handed them to you.

But as he exited the shop, distracted by his own thoughts and the weight of the ring box in his pocket, someone brushed past him, jostling him. His heart sank as he watched, almost in slow motion, as the bouquet slipped from his hands and fell to the ground. Before he could scoop it up, a few bustling passersby accidentally stepped on the flowers, crushing the delicate petals.

He crouched down, surveying the damage. Most of the bouquet was a lost cause, the bright petals bruised and torn. Only one rose, red and mostly intact, remained in decent shape. He plucked it from the mess with a sigh, then gave a small, resigned chuckle. So much for the picture-perfect start.

When Damian arrived at your place, you opened the door with a smile, dressed and ready for what you thought was just a fun night out together. Damian’s gaze softened as he looked at you, all the nerves he’d been holding onto momentarily melting away.

“Heat, beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze intense as he took you in.

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks at his words. You looked down, smiling, and thanked him, feeling a flutter of excitement you hadn’t expected on what you thought was just a simple date night.

“For you,” he said, holding out the rose with a slight grin. You laughed, accepting it and bringing it up to your nose to breathe in the soft, floral scent.

“I know it’s not much,” he said, scratching the back of his neck, “but… it was supposed to be a whole bouquet. Someone bumped into me, and the rest of them didn’t make it.”

You laughed softly, touched by the gesture all the same. “It’s perfect,” you replied, taking the rose from him and breathing in its faint, sweet scent. “Besides, you know I’m not a huge bouquet girl. One rose feels a lot more… us.”

Damian let out a relieved chuckle and reached out, brushing his hand along your cheek. 

“You really are too good to me,” he murmured, his eyes filled with warmth. He took a step back, admiring you fully as he added with a grin, “And you look sexy as hell tonight.”

Blushing, you slid your arm through his, leaning into his side as he led you toward the car. The single rose resting in your hand felt like the perfect start to the evening, a small hint of the wonderfully imperfect surprises that awaited you both.

He slipped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close as he led you to the car. You fit perfectly against him, his warmth and easy confidence somehow soothing the butterflies in your stomach. “So, dinner and maybe drinks after?” you asked, teasing him with a small smile.

“That’s the plan,” he replied with a glint in his eye that hinted at something more, something just under the surface. But he kept his tone casual, not giving anything away.

Damian opened the passenger door for you, his hand lingering on yours as he helped you settle into the seat. You couldn’t help but notice the way he seemed both a little nervous and utterly enchanted, his gaze soft as he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

Sliding into his seat, Damian turned to you with a smile, a glint of excitement sparking in his eyes as he placed a hand on the back of your seat and backed out of the driveway. As you eased into the rhythm of the drive, the single rose resting on your lap, the soft hum of the car and the quiet city lights streaming by outside felt both intimate and comforting.

The conversation was light, and playful—shared jokes, stories from the week, small moments that felt like their own kind of magic. There was something different in Damian’s energy tonight, a charged anticipation he couldn’t quite hide, and it made your heart flutter in response. Every so often, he’d steal a glance your way, his fingers drumming lightly on the wheel to a rhythm only he seemed to hear.

“You’re being extra mysterious tonight, you know that?” you teased, studying his profile with a raised eyebrow.

He chuckled, casting you a sideways smile. “Maybe I just want to surprise you for once,” he said, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think you’re going to like where we’re headed.”

You smiled, leaning back into the seat as you looked out the window. The night felt full of possibility like something big was just on the horizon. And with Damian by your side, you knew it would be something unforgettable.

But just as you were about to ask for a hint about the night’s plans, a strange, rhythmic thump-thump-thump broke the comfortable silence, sending a jolt through the car. 

You felt Damian’s grip on the wheel tightened as he glanced at the dashboard, his expression shifting in a heartbeat.

The low tire pressure light blinked on, and with a low sigh, Damian slowed the car, pulling over to the side of the road. 

“Stay here,” he murmured, his brow furrowing as he stepped out to assess the damage.

You watched as he stepped out, his tall frame silhouetted against the faint glow of the headlights as he rounded to the back of the car. He crouched down, running his hand along the rubber tread. Sure enough, the back tire was completely deflated, a jagged piece of glass embedded in the sidewall. It wouldn’t be going anywhere soon.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, grimacing as he realized just how bad the situation was. He’d barely make it a mile down the road, much less the distance to the spot he’d planned for the proposal. And there was no spare in the trunk—the realization hit him like a punch to the gut.

He straightened up, exhaling slowly as he weighed his options, before heading back to the driver’s seat. Sliding in, he reached for his phone, dialing AAA with a clenched jaw and an air of frustration that was rare for him.

You looked at him, concerned. “How bad is it?”

He hesitated, glancing up at you with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Pretty bad. No spare, and I don’t think we’re getting this thing to a gas station.” He exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw as the AAA line continued to ring. “They’ll get here, it’s just…gonna take a while.”

As the minutes ticked by with AAA’s hold music crackling over the phone, a light drizzle started to fall, pattering softly against the windshield. You could see Damian’s frustration starting to build, his usual calm composure slipping

Damian ended the call with AAA, his expression dark with frustration as he stepped out of the car, pacing under the steady drizzle that had quickly turned into a downpour. You could see the tension radiating off him, his shoulders tight and his brows furrowed, and you knew that his mind was racing with everything that had gone off course tonight.

You slipped out of the car, bracing yourself against the cold rain as you approached him.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching for his arm. “It’s okay, Damian. We’ll get there when we get there.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his eyes flickering with a mixture of disappointment and frustration.

“You don’t understand,” he muttered, almost to himself. “I had this whole thing planned, and now…” He ran a hand through his soaked hair, his eyes drifting to the ring box in his pocket. “Now it’s all ruined.”

You shook your head, stepping closer as the rain streamed down between you.

“Nothing’s ruined,” you whispered, trying to meet his gaze. “I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters.”

He looked at you, truly looked at you, and in that moment, the rain, the broken-down car, the hours of planning he’d poured into tonight—none of it seemed to matter. Taking a steadying breath, he reached into his pocket, his fingers wrapping around the small box. This wasn’t the candlelit scene he’d imagined, but something about the imperfect reality of it made his heart pound even harder.

Damian dropped down on one knee, the rain splashing around him as he looked up at you with a gaze so full of love it took your breath away.

“This… this wasn’t the plan,” he admitted, his voice low and vulnerable. “I wanted everything to be perfect, to give you the proposal you deserve. But honestly, I don’t care how it happens anymore.” He held up the ring, his eyes never leaving yours. “All I know is that I want you by my side, no matter what. Will you marry me?”

Your heart skipped, and you felt a wave of joy so powerful it brought tears to your eyes. With a smile that held all the love you felt for him, you nodded. “Yes. A million times, yes.”

Damian slid the ring onto your finger, his hands steady despite the rain pouring down between you. You leaned in, pulling him up from his kneeling position as your lips met in a kiss that was both soft and electrifying, the rain wrapping around you like a private, cinematic backdrop.

As you finally pulled away, you kept close, smiling against his lips. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he murmured, “I’m so sorry… I wanted this to be perfect. You deserve so much more.”

You laughed, looking up at the rain-soaked scene around you. “I don’t know,” you replied with a grin. “This is actually pretty romantic. Kind of like something out of The Notebook.”

He laughed, his tension easing as he pulled you close, resting his forehead against yours. The two of you stood there, soaked to the bone, yet utterly content, wrapped up in a moment that, despite all odds, had turned out to be just as perfect as he’d hoped.

With a grateful nod to the AAA driver, Damian gave the newly fixed tire one last look before guiding you back into the car. The two of you shared a quick glance, both completely soaked, but the energy between you was electric. The rain hadn’t dampened your spirits one bit; if anything, it had made the night even more memorable. Damian gave your hand a squeeze before starting the car, the ring on your finger glinting in the glow of the dashboard.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t long, and before you knew it, Damian was pulling into the parking lot. The anticipation built as you approached the entrance, and he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you inside. Despite being soaked through, neither of you could stop smiling.

As you stepped into the restaurant, the warmth hit you, along with the quiet murmur of conversation that suddenly fell silent as friends and family noticed you standing there, dripping wet. Confusion flashed across a few faces as everyone took in your appearance. Damian’s friends exchanged glances, and your mom’s mouth fell open in surprise.

But before anyone could ask, you lifted your left hand with a wide grin, flashing the sparkling ring on your finger.

“He did it!” you announced, barely able to contain your excitement.

Damian wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his eyes bright as he added, “And she said yes!”

The room erupted in cheers, laughter, and applause, and within seconds, you were surrounded by friends and family, all eager to hug, congratulate, and hear every detail of what had clearly been an unforgettable proposal. Damian’s mom reached up to touch his damp hair, shaking her head with a chuckle as she took in your soaked outfits.

“We definitely didn’t plan on the flat tire or the downpour,” you admitted with a laugh, “but honestly… it was perfect.”

“Oh my gosh, what happened?” one of your friends asked, eyes wide as she looked between the two of you.

You recounted the whole story, from the unexpected flat tire to Damian pacing in the rain, to the beautiful, rain-soaked proposal on the side of the road. As you spoke, Damian’s hand stayed on your back, his warmth and presence grounding you as the group listened, hanging on every word. You could already tell this story was going to become a beloved memory, shared at family gatherings for years to come.

Your mom hugged you, beaming. “I can’t think of a more romantic proposal. Damian, you did good!”

Damian grinned, meeting your gaze with that familiar sparkle. “I couldn’t have planned it any better myself.”

The two of you exchanged a glance, sharing a moment of silent understanding. Despite the flat tire and the rain, the night had been more perfect than either of you could have imagined, and now, surrounded by friends and family, you knew this was only the beginning of a lifetime of perfectly imperfect memories together.

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Time for your Rock Report

Rock icon Iggy Pop has revealed that he was once asked to join legendary hard rock band AC/DC.

In a new interview with the New York Times promoting his new studio album Every Loser, Pop recalled being approached by the manager of the Australian rock band. "They had a manager many years ago, when I hadn't reformed the Stooges, I hadn't moved to England," he recalled. "And this guy said, 'Are you interested in joining AC/DC?' They were looking for a singer." Pop says that he rejected the offer as he didn't consider himself a good fit for the band. "I listened to their record. I thought, I can't fit that bill. I wasn't like, ugh, I don't like them. It was quite well made. They do careful work, but I'm not what they needed," he explained.

Legendary Black Sabbath guitarist Tony Iommi has confirmed the band's plans to re-issue its I.R.S. Records-era albums. While celebrating what would be late drummer Cozy Powell's 75th birthday, Iommi wrote, "Cozy Powell would have been 75 today. Looking forward to the release of the IRS albums in 2023, a tribute to his great playing." In a recent interview with The Metal Voice, singer Tony Martin had already hinted at the releases, saying, "Honestly, I have no idea what's happening with it. I know it's gonna be next year, but that's all I know."

Grammy Award-winning singer-songwriter Peter Frampton is set to perform a free show in Nashville, Tennessee, in January. Frampton recently took to his Twitter to announce the Nashville concert, tweeting, "We have a surprise for you! I'll be performing a free show around the Nashville area on Jan 22. Save the date… More details to follow." Frampton, who was diagnosed with inclusion body myositis, an inflammatory muscle disease that impacts the ability to move, recently completed his farewell tour, which saw him performing seated as a result of his condition. Earlier this month, BMG announced the acquisition of rights to Frampton's catalog.

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I just watched a video of Cozy saying : "I'm a little flower" holding a flower aside him" lol i laughed myself til cry 😂😂😂

"I am a little flower, and in the pot I grow.

My petals are so yellow, that in the sun they glow.

They give me fertilizer to stopping getting shorter.

But the thing that really makes me grow it lots of lovely.

.... WOTAH"

He is so cute isn't he?