#like. when i'm dreaming i'll be in a place and in my dream i'll recognize it as a specific place that i've been to in real life

[graciousdragon]

due to Certain Events (pipe leak in the basement) i was not able to post about this earlier but i will do it now

so in my dream last night i was in target (the version of target i see in my dreams anyway. it looks nothing like my local target) and i was looking around in the clothing section and there was a bunch of folie à deux merch there for some reason? i remember a purple shirt with a picture of the album cover on it and then a red shirt that also had the album art on it but the one that stood out to me was a shirt that looked a lot like a pajama shirt that i have except it was not meant to be a pajama shirt and also had a zip-up collar. it was off-white colored and it had thin dark stripes and there were song lyrics embroidered on the center of the shirt in green thread. i noticed that at least two of the words were comically misspelled. in my dream i recognized them as lyrics from a song on folie à deux but i couldn't remember which one (i think in the dream i might've thought it was w.a.m.s.??), and the only two words i can remember seeing in my dream were "angel" and "cjke" (cjke being one of the misspelled words)

idk i just thought that was silly. my subconscious-generated fall out boy merch with misspelled nonexistent lyrics

[shotmrmiller]

Multiverse part 3

You sat in a small room on a padded chair, with equipment set up around your arm, chest, and fingertips. A polygraph test. That's what you were being forced to take. And to your chagrin, Ghost is in the room with you and Captain Price.

"Try to relax, yeah?" Price commented. He must've noticed your restless leg.

"I'll do that, shall I? I've done nothing wrong, other than exist and I'm being interrogated. Because that's what this is— an interrogation." You finally turn your attention from Ghost to look at Price, who's sitting at the desk by your side. "Tell me, Captain. Did you get this same treatment when you came back after spending all that time locked up in the gulag?"

His dark eyebrows furrow in confusion. A sigh escapes your bitten lips. That's only in your...world, for lack of a better term. Dimension? Universe?

"I haven't been to the gulag here." Yeah, obviously.

With an impatient wave of the hand that doesn't have cables strapped to it, you mutter, "Let's get on with this circus act, then. Ask your questions."

Ghost steps forward, his arms unfolding as if he's about to speak to you, but Price swiftly intervenes, halting him with a raised hand.

"Alright then. Baseline questions first. Name." Ghost gives away nothing when you say your last name is Riley.

It goes like this for a few, then he switches to the control questions, until finally moving on to the relevant ones.

"How did you get here?" I don't know.

"Do you know why you're here?" No.

He pulls up a photograph. "Recognize him?" Captain MacTavish.

Another photo. "Him?" I don't know.

"What do you mean by that?" If that's Roach, I've never seen his face unmasked.

"You're sure you don't know him?" Unless that man's name is Gary Sanderson, no. I do not know him.

Price acknowledges your response with a nod, then shifts his gaze towards Ghost, whose head slightly tilts forward. Returning his attention to you, he retrieves a final photograph. "What about him?"

As you look at the picture, your eyes begin to well with tears, lip trembling violently. A new fracture reverberated through your tender heart, intensifying the ache in your chest. Yes.

"Who is he?" Price softly asks.

"That's my Simon," your voice broke on the last syllable. It was hard to not use a possessive adjective when the face of your husband was in that picture.

Blinking the tears away, you clear your throat. "Anything else, Captain?"

Price purses his lips under his hefty facial hair and responds, "Just a few more questions."

Once finished, you sat unabashedly staring at Ghost in the tiny room. "I wear Roach's tags alongside yours, in honor. He was with you until the very end, and for that, I couldn't be more grateful."

Ghost is completely silent, but you continue talking anyway. "I've been married to you since a bit after you came home on leave that one time. You know the one."

His eyes are emotionless, blank, as he stares at you. But you know him like the back of your hand. You've got his full attention.

"I accompanied you to your brother's wedding. He married a woman, Beth. She was good for him. They had a baby, your nephew, named Joseph. The love you had for him was one of a kind. I had told you later that evening that I dreamed of the day you'd look at our children like that."

With a shuddery breath, you tell him how none of those matters. Because your husband is dead, and you're stuck here. With his counterpart that hates you.

With a hushed click, the door closes shut behind him as he leaves, yet its resounding noise fills the compact room you're in.

You begin to fidget with the sizeable ring that hangs on a thin necklace beneath your shirt— the metal is warm under your touch as if it had never gone cold in the first place.

As if Simon had never taken it off his finger to go find Makarov.

ah theyre short but hurt. much pain.

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[scarletemeterio]

Hello!! Can i request for ekko with an reader who likes to draw him a lot and he finds her Sketches on accident? Thank you!!

Secret Sketches (Ekko x Reader)

Warnings: slightly suggestive, like just a tiny little bit

Genre: fluff i guess

Word Count: 1k

Reader has no set pronouns

You loved sharing your art with people, especially with the Firelights' leader, but there was a secret sketchbook no one had ever seen, and you wanted to keep it that way. The fact that it was a secret wasn't a secret, pretty much everyone knew it, but no one dared touch it, mostly out of respect but also out of fear for your reaction.

However, every now and then Ekko insisted on seeing it, filled with curiosity.

"Come on, I'm sure that whatever's in it is amazing," he said.

"It's not that, it's just that it's a private thing, Ekko," you reminded him. "No matter how much you insist, I won't show you," you said, giggling.

"Well, it was worth trying," he messed with your hair and you let out a grumpy grunt.

Your relationship with him was the nicest thing you had, and even though you always teased and even flirted with one another, you didn't want to mess things. Things were good, there was no reason to change them. Nothing had actually ever happened between the two of you, but the tension was there all the time. With everything going on in Zaun, you both had other things to worry about.

Still, it was nice to dream sometimes. Nice to dream about you lying on his arms at night, legs wrapped around each other while he played with your hair. Or nice to dream about the mundane things, like cooking together and giving each other massages at the end of a long and tiring day.

Sometimes you shared small moments of peace. This was one of them, both of you in his office just talking about whatever, forgetting about all the horrible things for a while. You enjoyed being with him while he worked, not needing to fill the silence every single time and just took pleasure in his company. It was a good deal too, he worked on whatever it was that got his attention lately, and you could draw in peace. Draw him, specifically. Occasionally, Ekko would ask you what you were working on, but you simply brushed him off.

It was late now, every one else was asleep, but you two were still up, and it was beginning to get a bit chilly.

"I think I'm gonna go find a jacket or something," you told him. "I'll be back in a minute, don't set the place on fire," you teased.

"No promises."

He decided to clean up his desk a bit while you were gone because it was a mess, and in doing so he accidentally spilled some water when he hit a glass. Panic filled him quickly, because some of the water had reached your sketchbook. He grabbed it so it wouldn't keep getting wet and in doing so, some sheets of paper fell to the ground. The boy cursed himself for making such a mess in a matter of seconds and went to pick up the papers. Once he actually saw what he was holding, he paused. It was him in different settings, different angles but always him. He should've stopped himself but couldn't fight his curiosity and actually opened the book, seeing that every single page was filled with his features. Before he could continue going through it, you came back and you saw him.

"What the hell are you doing with that?" You instantly recognized your sketchbook and soon had a mix of emotions inside of you, anger and fear being the most prominent ones.

"I'm sorry I- It was an accident."

"How could going through my private things be an accident?"

"I spilled some water and then some sheets fell on the floor and I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself," he blabbered. The silence was awkward for the first time between you two until he broke it again. "Why me?"

You immediately knew what he was talking about, and there was no way you could evade the question or lie to him. "Ekko...," you said and looked at him. "Please, I don't want to embarrass myself again."

It was like you'd said everything without actually saying anything at all. He knew, and you knew he knew, and there was no going back now.

"So what, you think I'm that good-looking?" He teased and chuckled before getting closer to you. "Can't get me off your head?"

You looked into his eyes and then nervously swallowed. "To be honest, no, I can't," you said, "but only because you're a big dumbass."

He smirked and cut the distance between the both of you, placing his lips against yours. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck while his were on your waist, pulling you even closer to him. "You wanna draw me naked next?" He said against your lips. You chuckled and lightly hit his shoulder before kissing him again, thinking that the jacket you'd brought minutes before was completely useless by now, Ekko could keep you warm for now.

[d6volution]

Egress

Jax/Reader [Fem Reader.]

Explicit sexual content. | Also found on my Ao3

tags: sexual coercion, voyeurism, blow jobs, wall sex.

minors dni.

"Listen, just between us two, I believe ya about the.. exit— thing." Jax spoke behind his hand in hurried and hushed flurry of words, eyes mimicking crescents as he blatantly lied to the newcomer. You. 

Being naive and hopeful, your eyes lit up.

Ragatha noticed the mischievous bunny whispering to you and placed her hands on her hips. "Jax! Don't be mean!" The doll recognized that look in his eye and squinted at him. " Y/N, don't listen to Jax. W-Whatever he's saying to you." She scolds.

"Whaaaat?" He threw up his hands in defense but turned back to wink at you before walking away. 

 You were promised an exit, an actual exit. So why did you feel like you were being lied to? Or maybe tricked..? 

"I.. have to find out , even if it is just a trick.. this all a dream anyways so.. it doesn't matter."

You reassured yourself quietly. Footsteps echoing throughed the large and empty corridor that seemed to be leading to a strange , secluded area in the tent. You certainly don't remember this area during Caine's tour. 

 

"Oh, look. You actually made it." Jax was there, and leaning against a wall. His cheshire grin playing on his face. And his sly eyes seemed to linger on your body too long. "Was startin' to think you got lost." He tilted his head a little. 

"Well.. heh, I made it. So.. where's the exit? Did it happen to be a red door? Or was a different color for you? Did it disappear when you looked at it because—" You were rambling, not even aware of the space between you and him closing. He towered over you and your words died in your throat. 

"You done?" Jax stares down at you, he doesn't seem annoyed. Just amused, he knew exactly what he was planning and your naivety was adorable. "Yeah, yeah I'll tell you about the.. exit. But first you have to do somethin' for me sweetness." 

"Like what..?" 

"I think you know what, doll face." His hands rested on his hips, almost to pull your attention to his lower body. And that it did, your eyes fell to his crotch and you caught a glimpse of his bulge outlining his overalls. "You were talkin' so much earlier what happened, huh?" He teased, eyes following yours as you tried to avoid eye contact. 

"I—I .. didn't think, we could do that here." You finally stuttered out, and yet you felt heat pooling at the pit of your stomach. Even in these digital avatars Jax somehow managed to ooze with charisma and charm. Not to mention that shit eating grin that was oddly attractive. 

"Oh, us either. Don't get me wrong we were surprised to find out about.. this too." He gestured and began moving in closer, you instinctively moved back until your back hit the wall. His hand was placed on the wall beside your head. "You scared or somethin'? Look I won't force ya to do anything, actually I'm gettin' pretty bored." His smile dropped in faux disappointment. 

Words seemed to escape you for a moment as you weighed your options and Jax sighed , seeming to back off due to your hesitation. "Well, I guess you don't care about that exit as much as I thought ya did. See ya kid." And just like that he spun around on his heel and started off in the opposite direction. His faux disappointment returning to a smile only when his back faced you. After all, it was only a matter of time before— 

"Wait!" 

Jax's grin only got bigger, "And here I thought you were gonna chicken out." He chuckled and turned around, "Don't worry new stuff, I'll be.. gentle." More or less.

"Wait , wait! Are we— here? What if someone.. sees?" Your eyes darted around, but fortunately it was silent, and not a soul was in sight. Only the echo of your voices were heard, "Nah. Everyones in the main hall, digital feast remember?" 

"Oh, right—" His hand fell onto your shoulder, it was clear he was becoming impatient. "On your knees toots, we don't exactly have a lotta time before they come lookin' for us so let's get to it, yeah?" You fell to your knees and now being face to face with his crotch made your stomach twist in knots. He was big, and he knew it. Your mind was slowly becoming clouded with lust, a feeling that seemed foreign here quickly flooded back into your senses.

"Heh." Jax watched as your eyes seemed to cloud over, he knew that look better than anyone. So he took the initiative and removed him self from his overalls, his thick cock was heavy his in hand. He moved his hips forward and nudged your cheek with the tip. "Best not to keep me waiting sweetheart," His veiny purple shaft seemed to twitch as your lips brushed against the tip. "Nnh. Best not to tease, either." Your lips swallowed up the head, tongue darting against the tip. Inch by inch you were slowly taking him into your hot mouth.. but he was too big, you were barely around the halfway point and you could feel your gag reflex threatening to trigger. 

"Need some help dollface? I know I said I'd be gentle buuutt.. heh, why would I do that?" His hands were on the back of your head now and he slammed his hips toward. Pulling you closer at the same time and auickly bottoming out in your throat.

"Gghck..!!" Your squirmed and gagged on his cock as it filled your throat, your nose was nuzzling his lower stomach. 

"Just like that... there ya go.." His head tilted back a little as he held you in place. 

You could hardly breathe, but damn it. His sudden man handling made your legs press together in need. 

He pulled back, hooded eyes staring down at you. "Hold tight." He smirked before thrusting his hips back and forth, a lewd noise echoed through the hall as he used your mouth like a toy. Grunting and moaning in pleasure softly, all while keeping eye contact. 

For a moment you glanced past him and swore you saw one of Caine's 'all seeing eyes' up in the corner, stationary and staring exactly in your direction. Surely he wasn't.. watching right? "Eyes up, here." His hand suddenly yanked at your hair, before returning to bobbing your head back and forth. "Look at me when I cum, you can do that can't ya?" He spoke in a breathy voice, clearly getting close. You nodded your head as best you could. 

The look of you with drool rolling down your chin and mouthful of his cock was enough to send him over the edge, he held your head in place as he grinded against your face. Ropes of cum filling your mouth.

Desperately you tapped his leg, unable to hold it all in your mouth without nearly choking. He finally back off and slipped out of your mouth with a pop. "Ah-ah." His finger tipped your jaw close and head back a little, "Swallow." 

And you did. 

Even though he seemed nonchalant, standing with his arms crossed he... was still hard. And your core was aching after that, you could feel your garb sticking to your cunt uncomfortably. "Jax.. I.." 

He knew it was coming, he could see it from a mile away. The look in your eye and the way you squirmed was telling enough, "Thought you didn't wanna do this out in the open toots. We should head out, towards the 'exit' you know. This could be your only chance." He taunted, "I.. I know but..! Please can we.. you just.. I.." He couldn't leave you high and dry it wasn't fair. 

"Can I what? Fuck you? You got all hot and bothered after suckin me off sweetness?" He said in a low voice, taking full advantage of your horny state, "Let me hear you say it." 

"I.. want you inside of me, Jax." 

"Heh, and who am I to say no that? Stand up," He demanded and his usually playful voice seemed to drop an octave at the end there. 

You stood up and his hands immediately lifted you from your underarms, holding you up against the wall,  "Wrap those pretty legs around me doll, don't be shy." While in the process of wrapping your legs around him, he reached down to push aside your under clothes and nudge his fat tip at your entrance. and when he was balanced enough he held you up by the plush of your thighs.. angled just right agsinst your core.

"Looks like it'll be a tight fit. But you can take it right?" It wasn't really a question, because his hips began to push forward and the tip bullied its way past your walls, "Hha.. its.. big.. Jax—" 

"I gotcha, relaaxx.. look at that, the way you're, nngh.. sucking me in.. startin' to think this pussy was made me for me." He sighed, and jutted his hips forward forcing a few more inches inside before finally slamming his hips forward and fully bottoming out. You yelped and held him tighter, insides clenching army's him desperately. 

"Sh, sh— you can take it." He coos and moves his hips around while buried so deeply inside of you, nudging at places at that made your head spin. "Please.. move Jax, need to feel you.." You whined and he chuckled in you ear, his grip on your thighs tightening. Finally his hips started to move, in a slow pace at first but he clearly couldn't hold back. 

*Slap, slap, slap.* Your skin colliding echoed in the halls, and the embarrassing sound made you hyper aware of your surroundings for a moment, you held onto to Jax while he pounded into you but your eyes looked past him again. Just for a moment. 

Caine's eyes.. there were three of them now! 

Your core tightened around him at the thought of being watched. Unfortunately for you Jax was a little too aware of your eyes when they weren't on him. Not to mention how tight you just got. 

Without stopping he spun around, holding you and faced the opposite way now, "No wonder you got so tight just now," He laughed looking at the floating eyes in amusement. "You really are somethin'..  get off to be watched." And here he thought this couldn't get any better.  

"No.. nnh.. that's not..!" He slowed his thrusting, then stopped all together. "Oh yeah? Ya gonna keep lyin to me, how about we just stop here— wouldn't want the man himself to see us .. right~?" He cooed and you cursed silently. "T.. That's not fair Jax! Please.." Your cunt clenched around him in need, and he was close to giving in but not yet..

"Then let's hear it, you wanna put on a show don't ya?" His thrusts were slow, tantalizing.. fuck he was doing this on purpose. "Y.. Yes.." You mutteted under your breathe, "Louder." 

"Yes yes!!" 

"See, was that so hard?" And just like that he picked up the pace , thrusting up into you like a jack hammer while hardly breaking a sweat. But he panted and moaned in your ear all the same, "Ngh.." Your legs were tight around his waist and you felt the knot in your stomach about to come unloose, "Yeah, there we go cum on my dick..." You thought he couldn't move faster but he did. Balls slapping your ass he fucked you fast and hard.

"J.. Jax! Jax!" you threw your head back in pleasure as your body finally succumbed to his harsh thrusts, walls clamping down on him violently as you came hard. "Nnh.. yeah, that's it.. take it." He muttered as his he came in near sync with you, his warm seed filling up your cunt. "Hha.. I needed that , thanks toots." He said and chuckled lightly, pulling out of your sopping cunt and lowering your trembling body to the ground so you could collect yourself. 

"The exit..Jax.." You panted out.

"Ohh.. riiight that." He spoke while adjusting his clothes. "I lied." 

"But, you won't hold it against me though, will ya?" 

[svetamillss]

I will be the guardian of your dreams💤

Featuring: Cho Hyun Ju x Reader(f)

Warnings: This is my first fanfic! Also, English is not my native language, so sorry for the mistakes! I just want to express my love for this beautiful woman!!

💕💕💕

It was a deep night. All players slept, tired after the first game. Still, there were too many shocks on the first day. Only Young-Hee still couldn't sleep, turning to the right side or left. All because the girl was afraid of the dark and since childhood could not fall asleep without her favorite plush rabbit and a small night light in the shape of a star. Here, unfortunately, she was absolutely alone. It even began to seem to her that someone was watching her from the other world, but it was just her fantasies out of fear.

- Hey, are you all right? - a quiet voice sounded nearby. Young-hee immediately realized who he belonged to. It was her new friend, whom they met at the first game, because if it wasn't for Hyun-ju, Young-Hee would have died. Hyun-Joo was brave and damn beautiful. Even though the girl was transgender, she was very attracted to Young-hee without realizing it.

- Yes, everything is fine. - she lied, she really didn't want her friend to worry about her. - Why aren't you sleeping?

- Thanks to the training, which took place for many years, I got a very sharp hearing. - the girl said with a grin. - And I also trained to recognize lies. So I feel like you're lying me. And it's very offensive.- she added too theatrically.

- It's just... I'm embarrassed to talk about it, because I not a small one.

- Do you mean you really want to go to the toilet?

- GOD, NO! - Young-Hee shouted with embarrassment, so much so that several people seemed to have woken up.

- Why shout like that? I was just kidding. Don't be afraid to tell me, I'll understand everything. - she comforted her with her tender voice.

- Good. I can't sleep because I'm scared. - the girl paused for a while, and then continued.

- Since early childhood, I have been afraid of the darkness, especially those who live in it. That's why I always slept with my plush rabbit and the night light on. I was so calm. And there is no such thing here and I can't do it any other way. It seems to me that monsters will attack me and kill me. - as soon as the girl finished the story, she looked at the next bed where Hyun-ju was lying, although she still won't be able to see the reaction, because there was nothing but darkness.

Hyun-Joo listened carefully and did not interrupt her friend, and when she finished, she smiled warmly saying:

- You could have told me earlier, silly.

- What do you mean? - she asked with incomprehension.

- I mean, you should have told me earlier what you're afraid of. This situation is easy to solve.

- And how? Those triangles would not give a night light. - but instead of an answer, she heard only a quiet laugh and some movement, as it turned out, her friend got out of bed and quietly approached her.

- Move, I'll lie down next to you. - Young-Hee couldn't answer anything, so she silently fulfilled the girl's request and was very embarrassed by what was happening.

As soon as Hyun-Joo lay down and covered herself with a blanket, she carefully hugged the girl's waist and put she head on chest.

- Now, I hope you'll sleep well. - she whispered.

- Yes..thank you, but why did you do it?

- Why? So that my Young-Hee could sleep peacefully and gain strength before tomorrow. Don't worry, from now on I will be the guardian of your dreams and I will not sleep until I am convinced that you have gone to the kingdom of morphine. And now good night to you. - After that, the girl gently kissed Young-Hee on the forehead.

- Good night to you too. - she answered softly. Her cheeks were decorated with a strong blush with embarrassment.

Thank God it was dark and Hyun-Joo didn't notice how her friend blushed. Although, maybe she felt everything and realized right away?

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[two-red-butterflies]

the bravest soldier | m33

Description: Max Verstappen and his girlfriend go inside a taxi (not knowing that it's a prank set up for him) in which, their relationship is made public.

Pairing: max verstappen/model!leclerc!reader

yournameleclerc1 he loves himself ladies and gentlemen 💙

tagged: max verstappen

239 comments 123,210 likes

user19: UMM??? Y/N??? baramram3: i smell y/n x max 😳 maxverstappen1: 😆

"It's more of a red and orange day," he explained, moving his arms around and placing the cap on his head. He fancied himself a fashion connoisseur at home, even helping you pick out outfits for work - but when he was out with friends and the media? The same cap was on his head - the same polo, and it was frustrating.

"I actually feel proud 'cuz I forced you to wear white," you chuckled as he opened the taxi door. "Don't be too cocky, liefde." he rolled his eyes - helping you carry the luggage inside the car.

"Maybe I'll get you to wear red soon," you add - and he gently nudges you inside. "The day that pigs fly - maybe." he laughed, settling his hand on your thigh. The taxi driver in front of you looked familiar - but you couldn't remember where you saw him.

"Oi! Are you Max Verstappen?" the man rudely asks and your boyfriend nods his head. His grip on your thigh tightens - praying to the gods that he wouldn't recognize you. "Yes," he answered politely, playing with the straps of your seatbelt. He was a professional driver but seldom wore it in the passenger seat.

"Very nice eh? Must be the dream." the man complimented, moving his car away from a section of the airport. "We'll be going to ******," your boyfriend informs while fastening the seatbelt around your waist. "If you don't mind - I don't use those digital map thingies. I think that if you wanna be a taxi driver, you gotta know the roads." the man rambled, and your boyfriend continued smiling.

"Yeah, I guess that's the best way to get around things." he replied while playing with his phone. He couldn't believe that the both of you were unlucky enough to score a chatty driver. "How about the girl beside you? Is she your sister?" the man asks intrusively, and a nervous chuckle escapes both of your lips.

"No, she's uhh - my girlfriend." Max confirmed proudly, wrapping his free hand around you. "That very nice," the man nodded his head - trying to get out of a conversation that he started.

leclercuniverse16: ya'll...check channel 4 💀

arthurleclercsupporter1192: YA'LL CHANNEL 4 IS LIVE??? HOW DID REDBULL APPROVE THIS?? HOW DID MAX VERSTAPPEN'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS??? HOW DID Y/N LECLERC'S PR TEAM APPROVE THIS?? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

charles16ismydaddy: what is going on? i don't have ch 4 - arthurleclercsupporter1192: they were doing one of those gags where they prank celebrities and MAX VERSTAPPEN went inside the taxi with Y/N LECLERC AND HE SAID "No she's my gf" LIKE

LandoNorris

"Y/n what was that?"

Y/N:

landaurrnorris12: lando wtf is this 😭 - LandoNorris: had to jump on it before charles finds out

bellawherehaveubeenloca: TELL CARLOS TO TELL CHARLES - LandoNorris: I think Checo would appreciate having a teammate that's alive ✌🏼

"I'm sorry, I think I took the wrong turn." the taxi driver apologizes, quickly pulling up a paper map from his pocket. "It's totally fine," you smiled at him, playing Helix Jump on your cellphone. He begins driving towards an empty field - to the right place.

"I'm sorry but I got to take a wee," the man apologizes again and your boyfriend agrees; mumbling something along the lines that he understands. Once the taxi driver was out of the car, Max began to panic. "Where are you going?" you ask and he opens the door.

"I think we should get out," he informed you, taking your seatbelt off. "Why?" you inquire - caught in headlights in the sight of danger. "There might be a bomb here," he explained and your eyebrows merged into each other. "Like assassins sent by Ferrari or something," you attempt to lighten the situation but ultimately - the both of you exit the vehicle.

Wildunchartedwatteers

Charles getting out of his car to find Max and Y/N

Y/NL/NWORLDGOSSIP

"Assasins sent by ferrari" Nooooo the enemy (Max Emillian Verstappen) has brainwashed you!!

After a long ride - you finally reached your destination. Max made sure that you were the first person to exit the car. "What's with the cameras?" the man asked while helping your boyfriend take a few of the remaining luggage inside the car. "Umm I don't know - probably something about a documentary," he shrugged, telling the cameras to leave you out of the frame.

"Wait really? Really?" the man repeated the question while taking his disguise off. An amused chuckle exits your lips - he was one of the interviewers for the sports channel. "Fucking hell mate," Max laughed, realizing that it was a setup. "I thought that you were some creep," he grinned while scratching the back of his head.

"He was prepared to run away," you say from behind the camera. "I hope it's fine that I exposed your relationship," the man apologized - quickly telling Max that it wasn't part of the plan. "Nah, you're fine mate - we've been meaning to tell the public anyways." he comforted - freezing once he sees the faint figure of your brother running towards the both of you.

[yuri-is-online]

Criminally Smooth (Floyd Leech x Yuu)

Floyd might have a concussion, but that doesn't mean he can't recognize true love when he sees it, and that halo the bisexual lighting of this cop car is giving you makes him think he might have a chance.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, based off a meme I saw and the song Bonnie and Clyde by Dutch Melrose. Vaguely modern au, hints of a mafia au? Yuu and Floyd are implied to be adults and full of bad decisions. More fic can be found on my masterlist.

“Hey baby, what's your name?” Floyd's teeth are sharp and his smile is weirdly wide, like he's trying to display his mouth for you. “You come here often? I swear I've seen ya somewhere before…” You take a deep breath trying to ground yourself, the metal of the handcuffs should be painful enough to do the trick but the ridiculousness of Floyd asking that question when you're both going to jail is overriding the discomfort.

“We've met before, yeah.” You grumble trying to shift to get a bit more comfortable as Floyd's eyes get wide as saucers in a way that would be cute if that meeting hadn't been him shaking you down for “interfering” with Azul’s business model.

“Really?” He sounds so happy, and tries to move his hands to do who knows what but gets stopped by the cuffs, which wipes away the facade of kindness as he glares down at them. “Well I must have introduced myself-”

“You did yeah.” You try to cut off whatever it is he has to say and try not to die of embarrassment when it doesn't stop him from babbling.

“I've got your number then right?” Floyd begins wiggling to reach for his back pocket and glares when Officer Clover tells him to knock it off. “You're just so fucking pretty please tell me that wasn't just a dream and I got your number.” Are you even talking to the same person?

“I don't think so?” He whines, whines! When you say that and looks up at you like a kicked puppy. “We uh. We weren't. Didn't get much of a chance to talk.” You shouldn't be flustered by this. Shouldn't be thinking that it's sort of cute how he presses up against the bars separating you in the back of the cruiser to try and get as close to you as possible.

“Aww well let me do it again please?” You nod and try not to fluster when he brings back the dreamy smile places his cuffed hands against the bars. “I'm Floyd, sorry I totaled your car, baby.” It wasn't your car but you know better to say that in something rigged for audio. “You free this Saturday? I wanna make it up to you and I know a real great place-”

“I don't think either of you are going to be free this weekend,” Officer Clover isn't even hiding how much he's enjoying this you really wish you could get away with punching him “sorry Floyd.”

“Ignore Sea Turtle, oh hey I don't know your name do I?” Surprisingly Floyd isn't annoyed at all, he's still keeping his mouth wide and gets even more excited when you begin to subconsciously mimic him. “C'mon what's your name pretty?”

“It's Yuu but you kept calling me-”

“LITTLE SHRIMPY!!!” He shouts so loud Officer Clover slams on the brakes out of shock, Floyd laughs as he tumbles around and you try to brace against the wall. “Dawww ya should have just led with that baby, I wouldn't have rammed ya. Not with a car anyway.” The police cruiser lurches again as you feel the tires hit something, slamming Floyd against the door and tumbling you towards the floor. He bites down on the metal of his cuffs making sure to keep eye contact with you as he chews through the metal, winking like he's putting on some sort of show and not at all surprised or afraid that your ride is spiraling out of control. “Remember, Saturday ok? And don't worry about dressing nice I'll take care of it ♡” His door flies open as Officer Clover scrambles for his radio and Floyd jumps out of the tank into an awaiting vehicle laughing the entire time, yelling a few choice expletives at the police commissioner as he goes. You curl yourself into a tiny ball and chew on the inside of your cheek as you try to process what just happened over the angry squaking you hear on the radio.

There's no way a judge is letting you make bail after this.

[polin-erospsyche]

This post was inspired by a comment from an anon in my ask box. They mentioned that if the Queen hadn’t interrupted Polin's wedding, they could have had a beautiful wedding night (if you’re the anon and you’re reading this, hi! And also, I know this isn't everything, but I'll touch on the rest. Small disclaimer: this got long and I’m sorry).

I agree, that could have happened. But honestly, I'm really glad it didn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to see it, but I don’t think it would have been good for them. The intimate scenes we did get tell an overarching story and serve a purpose in the narrative. We’ve been told that these intimate moments are a way for them to communicate, so let’s unpack that.

The first intimate scene is about them discovering each other in a new, intimate way, moving from friendship (which had already started to happen in the carriage) to a lover relationship. This moment is crucial for Penelope's story and character development. From this, she grows in confidence and self-awareness. She expresses this to Colin multiple times, such as when she says, “with the confidence you’ve helped me find this year,” and later, “You’ve taught me to hold my own. You have shown me I’m capable of pleasure beyond imagination.”

From that intimate scene onward, Penelope starts to come into her own power and that includes her sexual power. Colin shows her a level of love and care beyond what she ever thought possible, breaking down the belief system she built around herself. She was ready to sacrifice her dreams of being loved and held for financial stability, a mindset ingrained by Portia. Colin helps her see that this doesn’t have to be the case, chipping away at her long-held beliefs.

Let’s now move to the scene in the alleyway, which links back to anon’s comment. Anon suggests that this is the moment they start repairing their relationship post LW reveal. That following this scene they were in a good enough place to enjoy their wedding night if the Queen hadn’t crashed the party. Yes. And no. 

And oh my god how I’ve longed to discuss this scene but I never quite knew how to approach it. At this point in the show, the narrative is like a tightly wound ball of yarn with so many threads to pull at. So, let’s attempt to pull at them. 

First of all, they’ve entered a whole new playing field. And they’ve entered this playing field while being “the oldest of friends really” so they have ammunition against each other. Pen has hurt Colin by lying (hiding the truth from him time and time again) about her identity. She has let him go on and on about his despise of Lady Whistledown. About his dreams of being an author. These were things he told her in intimacy. Those were things he told his best friend and the person he fell in love with. Not the woman who hides behind her column and has done so much wrong to his family and loved ones. 

There is a separation between the two. For Colin, in that alleyway, there is still just Pen his best friend, Penelope the woman he loves and on the other side of that there is Lady Whistledown, the woman he vowed to destroy. He expresses that when he says “so then you do not need Lady Whistledown anymore”. What he fails to realise at this point, and he cannot be blamed for that, is that Lady Whistledown is an integral part of who Penelope Featherington is as a person. That her alter ego is not just a mask she wears but a crucial aspect of her identity, giving her a sense of power and agency in a world that often limits her as a woman. Something that Pen has slowly come to terms with when she says that she no longer needs to hide behind this alter ego but that does not mean there is no value in it, something that she also explains to him after the Queen has crashed their wedding breakfast. 

Now I say that he cannot be blamed for his refusal of recognizing that they are one and the same because he is still holding onto his misbelief, which is that to be loved and to have a value he must protect what he loves and be useful. Part of that is saving and avenging the people he loves from Whistledown. He has given his word to Eloise, to Marina indirectly, to himself and I’m thinking to Pen silently after what she’s written about herself. He finds himself, due to his misbelief, between a rock and a hard place: “the person he vowed to destroy is, in fact, the person he vowed to protect, and there is no separation between the two” (not me directly quoting myself lol). To this you add all the shame over his writing and his envy of her success and you have a recipe for disaster. 

So essentially, in that alleyway you have Pen who is already well along her character arc and Colin who is still gripping onto his original, unchanged self. This represents a power imbalance. What I love throughout this season, and I might write something about this one day, is that Pen and Colin are never quite on the same level both literally and figuratively. There is always one ahead of the other. This, in the long run, is another recipe for disaster because they are never quite equal. That is UNTIL that butterfly ball when they’ve gone through their character arc respectively. That is the moment they fully come together. They become a unit. They are no longer fighting against each other but with each other and for each other. 

But to arrive to this moment they need to do it separately. They need to be able to work on themselves before they can fully be able to work on their marriage. Genevieve says it well “there is no such thing as true love without first embracing your true self”. For Penelope that is becoming Penelope Bridgerton, an amalgam of the best parts of Whistledown and Penelope Featherington. For Colin that is deconstructing his hero complex and fully believing that he is enough just by being exactly who he is. And that has not happened in that alleyway. Truthfully the surface has barely been scraped in that scene because she essentially shuts down his demons for an instant by saying that she loves him. However, the issues remain. 

So yes, we can speculate all we want. If the Queen had not interrupted their wedding, they might have had a wedding night and they might have had a talk about everything afterward. However, the lack of acceptance of their true selves would have driven them up a wall at the next problem, which was how to handle Cressida.

And I think that is why Polin season is actually so beautiful. It is not just about Polin. It is about marriage and how hard it can get, and how you have to work on yourself to fit around the person you love without sacrificing yourself in the process. It is about choosing each other every day, through the ugly as well as the beautiful, through the hard parts as well as the easy ones. It’s choosing to have faith that you’ll work and figure it out without an assurance that it actually will, but if the love is there, then it just might. That is the story they chose to tell through Penelope and Colin.

First gif made by my bestie @polinsated 💕

[scarletwinterxx]

got me confused, got me satisfied - jaehyun imagine

hellooooo. currently on my jaehyun brain rot era😶😶‍🌫️ this is the bit different from what i usually write... hope you like it😅

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: a bit suggestive, fluff, whipped jaehyun

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(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"What do you give a man who has everything?"

"For Jaehyun? Damn girl, i don't know. What about a good dicking down" Joy says nonchanlantly like you're not having brunch at the moment.

"Sounds tempting" you mumble

"Your presence is a present enough, if he don't want that then I know a list of guys ready to take his place"

You chuckle at your friends words, "I like him though, I like his face, I like his hugs, I like that he likes me"

"You like all of him, it's not so bad too that his secret dream is to be a sugardaddy. Specifically yours"

"That doesn't make me a sugarbaby... does it?" you look over at her

"Girl, you are the definition of a sugarbaby, the lavish dates, the expensive gifts, out of town trips on his private yatch? what would you call that then?" Joy asks back

That got you quiet. Thinking about what you would call your relationship with Jaehyun.

You don't like being confused, it frustrates you. He frustrates you but there's no other man you would run to but him. No man can make you think like him. Here you are slowly losing your mind over finding a simple gift for him.

Smirking as an idea pop in your mind, "I think I got it" you mumble. Getting your bag to go the the mall and get what you need

"Where are you going?!" Joy shouts

"I'm going to make a man cry tonight, see you at the party" you shout back as you walk across the street, Joy just chuckles after you. Whatever it was you had planned, Jaehyun is definitely in for a surprise.

A few swipes of your card, and a couple of hours getting ready you finally make your way to the party. It was already packed by the time you got there, some faces you recognize but more you've never met before. Probably just here to have a good time.

You easily spot Joy amongst the crowd, happily belting out the song with a very drunk looking Jungwoo.

"You're hereeeee" she squeals when she spots you, pulling you by the arm and making you do a quick spin. Your little black dress and the cute matching black ribbon on your hair,

"You look hot babe! Is this Jaehyun's gift tonight?" she teases you, pulling playfully on the ribbon. She's not far off if you're being honest. Shrugging at her question teasingly, you excuse yourself to find the man of the hour.

He wasn't on the dance floor, in the main room or outside. You do find Yuta while you trying to find Jaehyun.

"Here for the birthday boy?" he asks, a beer in hand

"Yep, have you seen him?"

"He's been sulking all night, Joy and Jungwoo kept saying you weren't coming cause you were out on a date" he laughs

"They're evil, it's his birthday" you joke, laughing along with him.

"Go find your boyfriend before he finds you here, don't forget to use protection this house isn't baby proofed!" he shouts, earning a few glances but you pay no attention to them. Making your way back inside the house, you finally see the familiar tuff of dark hair, fair skin and those arms you loved having wrapped around you.

Confidently making your way over to him, he's still looking at the other side of the room where the door was. Like he was waiting for someone to walk through at any moment,

"Waiting for someone?" you ask, catching his attention

He turns his head so fast, you let out a giggle. At that moment Jaehyun didn't care if he looked like he cared too much. He didn't care if his friends were teasing him all night saying shit like you went out on a date and found someone better.

Who the fuck is better. He thought to himself earlier.

This arrangement he has with you is definitely a confusing one, but for you he'd ignore all the warning signs. Heck you could've been the biggest red flag and he'd still happily chase after you like a mad bull.

It's not like you're leading him on, he knows you like him. And he likes you. The two of you like the way you are right now, not exactly boyfriend and girlfriend but you do all the things that comes with being in a relationship. From the cute nicknames, to him driving you anywhere and everywhere, even having weekly movie nights in his room or yours (depends if all the guys are home). No man knows your body the way he does. And if he's completely honest, he would like to keep it that way.

In a way the two of you are lowkey, but nothing about the way you scream his name some nights says lowkey AT ALL.

You catch the way his face lights up, fighting the smile instead showing you a smirk. But you know him enough, he's happy you're here. You're happy you're here.

His eyes rakes over your body, head to toe. He tucks a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, "You look cute" he tells you, noting your wearing that damn ribbon he loves seeing on you. It makes you look innocent but he knows you well enough.

"Happy birthday" you tell him, throwing your arms around his neck to intertwine them. Dragging your nose along his jaw, kissing the shell of his ear knowing exactly what it'll do to him.

You smile when you pull back and see his ears turning red. A rather unimpressed look on his face, you want nothing but to kiss him but you hold back. For now.

"Thought you weren't going to make it" He tries to act nonchalant but his body was on autopilot. His arms are already around your waist, pulling you so close leaving no space between your bodies. If it was up to him, there's still too many places he's not close enough.

For example he wanted to just bury his face on your neck and mark you up for the world to see, let them wonder just who did that to you. He wanted to have your legs wrapped around him, like vice grips every time he pleases you.

"And you look like you're thinking about something else" you tease him, "I got you something" you add

"Told you, you didn't have to get me anything" he mumbles but you just shake your head at him

"Shhh, just this once let me buy you something. Tomorrow you can go back to living your dream of being my sugardaddy"

"Call me that again, I'm carrying you out of this kitchen and go upstairs" he tells you, leaning closer to you until your lips were centimeters away.

"Okay, daddy" you smirk, feeling his arms tighten around you before he lets you go. Confusion written across your face before you see him crouching down, feeling his hands behind your knees he throws you over his shoulder as gently as he could. One hand on your legs holding you while the other hand rest right were your dress stops.

"Hey! You guys! Come back here, we're doing shots" you hear Jungwoo scream but Jaehyun paid him no mind. It's like he's a man on a mission. Mission to ruin you.

He walks down the familiar hallway until he reaches the last door, punching in the code before walking inside. He doesn't let you down, again gently throwing you on his bed.

You laugh, like literally laugh out loud. Jaehyun watches you carefully, waiting for you to say something. He knows you know exactly how to rile him up.

"Now that I got you here, time for your present" you tell him, standing up to get a small paper bag on his table. You probably put it there before finding him downstairs earlier.

"Was this your masterplan?" he asks you

"Kinda, I have a few more lines to use but either way they will all end up with us locked here in your room" you giggle, how can you sound so angelic yet so devilish he will never understand.

"Here, even if you don't like it just pretend you do. For me" you tell him jokingly, taking the bag from you he opens it up to see a box. Inside it was a simple chain necklace. Anything from you is a prized possession to him.

That mug you made him on your second date? his favorite to have his coffee in the morning.

That tshirt you bought him because it had peaches all over it? his favorite shirt to wear at home.

That candle you bought for him to use in his room? still sitting on his bedside table, lighting it whenever you're over or when he misses you.

"Your style right?"

"You saw me looking at this when we went to the mall, was that why you told me not to buy it?" he asks, taking it out of the box to put it on. You watch happily as he finishes putting it on.

And god damn you were right, he looked good wearing it.

If taking gifts makes you this happy maybe, just maybe, he'll let you shop for him more. But in this relationship, he likes spending more on you. From dinners to quick coffee runs to shopping sprees, he's always the one to swipe his black card. He's so damn hot while doing it, you thought.

"Just imagined that hanging over my face, I had to buy it" He chuckles at your reasoning. You saying that so casually as if it was a very normal scenario.

"Is this a gift for me or for you?" he raises a brow at you, he does love the gift. He loves it even more now knowing why you bought it. He already know how this night will end up, making mental note to make that imagination of yours into reality.

"Well that's first part of your gift, close your eyes"

You wait for him to do so, guiding him to sit on his bed. He hears some rustling, tempted to take a peak but he knows you'll scold him.

After a few moment he feels your hands holding his arms, guiding him to stand again. "Keep them closed until I tell you to open okay, I'm serious Jae"

He chuckles when he hears the nickname, it always sounds so cute when it comes from you.

"Okay now open" you tell him.

And when he did, his jaw nearly dropped on the floor. Cute is not the word to describe you right now. Divine, heavenly maybe because he's about to take all his time to worship you.

He should've known there was a reason you wore that damn ribbon. He loved seeing you with it, he knows you know he loves it.

And now here you are, on his bed with nothing but that black silk ribbon in your hair. He will never look at it the same again, he might just end up with a boner everytime he sees you with it.

"You don't like your gift?" tilting your head to the side, hooking your foot around his leg to pull him closer.

"Goddamit, woman. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he breathes out, leaning down so he's face to face with you. Your arms automatically going around him, he can feel you warmth against him.

Is it because he's still all dressed up that why the room just got hotter or because the girl of his dream and reality is lying naked underneath him?

The latter. Definitely the latter.

"Satisfied with your second gift?" you ask him, leaving a trail of kisses from him jaw down his neck then back up until your noses were touching.

"If you wanted this damn necklace hanging over you that much, all you had to do was ask" he teases you, you can feel his hand on your body. It feels like he's leaving a trail of fire with the way your body is burning.

"This is a bad idea, now every time I see you with that necklace I'm afraid I'm going to jump you" he chuckles, finally leaning further down to capture your lips with his. Getting lost in each others kisses, at first you tried to fight for some control but Jaehyun is never one to back down. Not when it comes to you.

That got you giving up, like you always do, letting him explore all there is to explore. It wasn't new to you or him, but his kisses still felt like a man chasing after air.

When the two of you broke apart, you can see already how swollen his lips are. And the two of you haven't even started yet.

"You know what's a worse idea? that ribbon. Now everytime I see you wearing that, this is exactly where you'll end up"

You chuckle, pulling him down for another heated kiss, "Then plan succeeded"

[ferrari55lover]

The need for speed and the need for You

WARNINGS: Fluff, Smut, Alcohol use MINORS DNI

Max and you have been best friends since you were 12 and he was 13, you had meet max because his mom and yours had become friends. Now you were 26 and he was 27, max had followed his dreams and become a formula one champion and you followed yours and became an artist.

Today your art was being shown at a gallery, You were standing in front of one of your painting with a glass of champagne glass in hand staring at your painting over analyzing it when you suddenly feel a warm hand on your shoulder you flinch a little in surprise and you hear them laugh a laugh that you could recognize anywhere it was max, then he speaks " i was looking for you" he says in a soft tone "Why?" you reply witch makes him laugh a little and say "Because you are the woman of the hour duh, just look at all the people that came to see your work" in a kind and soft voice you smile and say "that's very kind of you max" hearing this max smiles widely and says "there's no need to thank me its true.... You know i think i finally decided witch one of your paintings is my favorite" you laugh and say "really which one?" then max reply's "The one of the girl in the rain" you smile and say "That's my favorite too, but its nobody seems to like it enough to buy it" hearing this max's smile falters and he says "That's stupid its beautiful.... You know what I'll buy it" you hear this and look at max with a mix of surprise and confusion on your face "what do you mean you'll buy it?, You cant be serious" max smirks and says "I've never been more serious in my life, come on just let me.. I want to support my favorite artist" you smile and say "you really don't need to buy it ill paint you whatever you want for free, you support me enough" max then reply's "Fine, fine i wont buy it" max then pulls his hand off your shoulder and walks away you continue to stare at your painting for a few more minutes before you decide to go walk around the gallery for a bit max notices this and realizes that now is his only chance to go and buy the painting without you knowing, so he does it he buys the painting and watches as the gallery manager puts a red dot by the painting showing that it has been sold. Max smiles looks around then decides that its time for him to go back to his place.

*Later that night after the art gallery event is over*

After the art gallery event you go home and decide to call max to let him know that somebody finally had bought the painting. the phone rings for a few moments and then max picks up with a "Hey you, what are you doin" you smile and say "nothing really i just thought that i should call you to tell you that somebody finally bought that painting" max smiles knowing that you have no idea he's the one who bought it and, then he speaks "Oh really, well congrats you deserve it Y/N, I'm proud of you" you smile and say "Thank you Max" hearing you say his name max smiles widely, a warm fuzzy feeling creeping in on him "hey i was actually wondering if maybe you would like to go to dinner with me sometime soon" he says his tone sounding slightly nervous "Max are you trying to ask me out on a date" you say slightly surprised but sought of happy, Max then says "Maybe.... is that okay?" his tone nervous but kind "Yes Max that's okay, And yes ill go to dinner with you" Max smile and says "Great Does tomorrow work for you" you smile and say "yes" "Great ill pick you up at 7" max replys, you smile widely and say "ill look forward to it"

*The next day*

Its about 6:30 and your sitting at the vanity in your bedroom getting ready for your date with max thinking of all the ways that this could go amazing or could go terribly wrong, but mostly your thinking about how amazing max looks in a suit. some time goes by and Max's car pulls up Infront of your townhouse, he gets out of the car and walks up the steps to the front door. Max knocks on the door, and you hurry to answer it. As you open the door, you find Max standing there in a tailored Armani suit, looking dapper as ever. He smiles as he lays eyes on you, taking in your beauty. "Wow," Max says, his eyes roaming over you. "You look absolutely stunning tonight." you blush at his compliment, feeling a rush of excitement and nerves. "Thank you," you reply, a smile tugging at your lips. "You look pretty good yourself." Max's smile widens at your compliment, clearly enjoying the attention. He takes a step closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours. "are you ready to go?" he asks, offering you his arm. "yes" you reply taking his arm as he leads you too his car. a little while later you pull up to the restaurant which fancy and romantic but most of all expensive.

Max gets out of the car first and comes around to the passenger side to open the door for you. He offers you his hand as you step out of the car, and you can feel the anticipation building in the air. Max is clearly feeling nervous and excited, as you are, and the tension between the two of you is palpable. As you walk towards the entrance of the restaurant, Max keeps a protective arm around you, making sure you are comfortable and safe. The atmosphere inside the restaurant is just as posh and elegant as the exterior, with soft lighting and soft music playing in the background.

As you follow the host to your table, Max glances at you, admiring your outfit and the way the light drapes over your figure. You can feel his gaze on you, and it only makes your heart beat faster. Once you reach your table, Max pulls out your chair for you and waits for you to sit down before taking his own seat across from you. "who knew you were such a gentleman" you say with a smile which makes Max smile and laugh then he says "of course im a gentleman especially when it comes to you"

Max smiles warmly at, his eyes never leaving yours. The waiter comes over and takes your drink orders, and you both opt for a bottle of expensive red wine. As you wait for your drink, Max leans back in his chair, a small smirk on his lips. "So, I have a question for you," he says, his voice low and smooth. You raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" you ask, leaning in slightly. Max pauses dramatically, drawing out the anticipation before finally speaking. "If you could paint any place in the world, where would you choose?" he asks "Hmm i want to paint from a balcony in Paris during the sunset". Max smiles at your answer, clearly intrigued by your choice of location. "Paris at sunset, huh? Can't get much more romantic than that," he says with a smirk. The waiter interrupts, returning with the bottle of red wine. Max pours two glasses, expertly swirling the wine before handing one to you. The dim lighting casts a warm glow over your faces as you both take a sip. Max leans forward, his elbows on the table, as he studies you. "You know," he says, his voice soft, "I always thought that you were at your most beautiful when you're painting. The way you focus, the way your eyes light up when you find the perfect shade, it's mesmerizing." i laugh and say "Hey finding the perfect shade is much harder than it seems" Max laughs heartily, clearly enjoying the banter. "I'll have to take your word for it," he grins. "But I have no doubt that you're a master at what you do." The conversation continues, flowing effortlessly between lighthearted banter and comfortable silences. Max's eyes never leave yours, and you can feel the chemistry between the two of you building with each passing moment.

*after your date with max, he drives you home and walks you to your front door*

Max walks you up to your front door, the air thick with anticipation. You can feel your heart racing as you both stand there in front of your townhouse, neither of you speaking. Max finally breaks the silence, his voice low and soft. "I had a great time tonight," he says, his gaze locked on you. You smile, trying to hide how nervous and excited you feel. "Me too," you reply, leaning against the doorframe. Max walks you up to your front door, the air thick with anticipation. You can feel your heart racing as you both stand there in front of your townhouse, neither of you speaking. Max finally breaks the silence, his voice low and soft. "I had a great time tonight," he says, his gaze locked on you. You smile, trying to hide how nervous and excited you feel. "Me too," you reply, leaning against the doorframe.

Max steps closer to you, the gap between you becoming smaller and smaller. He studies you for a moment, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in every detail. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle and electrifying, sending shivers down your spine. Max's hand lingers on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin. He takes a step closer, his body now just a few inches away from yours. You can feel the heat emanating from him, and the scent of his cologne is enticing. "Do you uh... do you wanna come in" you say nervously, Max smiles and nods you then open the door and lead him inside with you

Max follows you into your townhouse, his eyes taking in the cozy and inviting space. He looks around, noticing the art that decorates the walls, the small details that make the place feel like home. He turns to you, a soft smile on his face. "It's nice in here," Max says, "It feels like you." you smile and lead him further into the town house past a few closed doors and one open one.... your art room Max glances into the open doorway of your art room, taking in the space filled with an assortment of art supplies, half-finished paintings, and a small easel. He smiles as he sees the familiar sight, reminiscent of the countless times he's watched you work on your art. You turn and see Max peeking into the room, a nostalgic smirk forming on his lips. "excuse me max, are you trying to peek at my paintings, nobody gets to see those until there finished" Max laughs and raises his hands in mock surrender. "What? Me? Never," he replies, a playful grin on his face. "I was just admiring your space, it's the same way it's always been. It brings back memories." You roll your eyes and smile, playfully swatting his arm. "You're such a snoop," you tease, crossing your arms over your chest. You close the art room door and lead max to the living room and sit down on the couch. Max takes a seat next to you on the couch, the atmosphere between you both still charged with tension and anticipation. As you sit side by side, your shoulders brush against each other, sending another shiver down your spine. Max turns to you, his gaze intense and focused. He leans in closer, bridging the small gap between you on the couch.

Max stares at you for a moment, his eyes locked on yours. He takes a deep breath and says, "I need to tell you something." You can feel your heart skip a beat, anticipation coursing through your veins. Max looks nervous, but determined. "okay.. you know you can tell me anything" you say slightly nervous of what he's about to tell you

Max smiles at the sound of your words, clearly appreciating your supportive tone. He takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again. "I know," he says, his voice soft. "That's why I know I can tell you this." He takes another deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "Y/N, I… I have feelings for you." The words hang in the air for a moment, the weight of Max's confession evident in the room. Your eyes widen slightly, surprised by his admission. You had had a feeling that there was something more between the two of you, but hearing him say it aloud is another thing entirely. "Max…" you breathe, your voice shaky with emotion.

Then without thinking you kiss him. Max is caught off guard by the sudden kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips meeting yours in a passionate and intense kiss. His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him as the kiss deepens. Max's kiss is fierce and hungry, as if he's been holding back for far too long.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God," he whispers, his forehead pressed against yours. "I've been wanting to do that for so long." you laugh and say "oh really" this makes max grin and say "what you don't believe me?" hearing this you laugh and kiss him again except this time it turns into something more intense, their lips moving together in a slow sensual dance, Max's hands start to wander on her hips as they continue to kiss, eventually they wind up lying down on the couch with max between her thighs still kissing, Max slowly pulls away and asks "Are you sure about this" you nod and say "yes" then max slowly picks you up and carries you to your bedroom he gently puts you down on the bed and crawls on top of you and kisses you again, then your hands start to wander under his shirt pulling it higher and higher up eventually max breaks the kiss and removes his shirt and after that yours goes too eventually they both find themselves in their underwear max above her kissing her collarbone. slowly he works his way up and eventually pulls away to look down at her and says "Are you sure you want this" he asks her she looks at him and says "im sure Max" hearing this Max grins and slowly removes her bra , you move your hands lower and lower on his body slowly getting to the waistband of his boxers max notices this and it just makes him want you more Max's lips find your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone and further down to your chest. He can feel your heart racing beneath his touch, which only fuels his desire for you. His hand slowly moves down your side, tracing the contour of your body until it reaches the edge of your panties. He looks up at you, his eyes darkened with desire, silently asking for permission. you nod, giving him the okay to continue. With a slight smile, Max tugs the fabric down your hips, revealing more of your skin to him. Max's lips move back up to your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses his way up to your ear. He whispers huskily, "You're so beautiful." He can feel the heat radiating off of you, the electricity in the air between you growing stronger with every passing moment. His body presses against yours, his skin warm and smooth as it connects with yours. He takes a moment to savor the feel of you, his hands roaming over your body, memorizing every curve and contour. eventually you get max's boxers off and he lines himself up at your entrance and says "are you ready" you nod desperately and he thrusts himself into you with a groan feeling him inside of you causes you to moan. Max starts to kiss your collar bone again as he fucks you, You slowly feel yourself unwinding and becoming a moaning mess under his touch. Max continues to roll his hips against yours as he fucks you, And you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Max continues to thrust into you and you whimper and say "Max.. im close" he groans and says "Me too.." He then thrusts into you again and again as you both release, The air filled with both of your moans and groans. eventually you find yourselves lying with your limbs intertwined staring into each others eyes slowly drifting of too sleep.

[whump-imagines]

Don't Leave Me

Buck x reader

WC: 975

For @whumpcember day 13 Trauma

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You opened your eyes, blinking to clear the fuzziness. Looking around, you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. Steering wheel, broken windshield, and was that grass? Were you upside down?

Next, you heard sirens somewhere far away. They slowly got louder and louder before cutting off with a loud hiss of air. You closed your eyes hoping you would wake up and this would all just be a weird dream.

“Hey, hey, uh, miss?” A voice sounded to your left. “Can you hear me?”

Cracking your eyes open again, you took in the same sight as before. Turning your head slowly, you caught sight of gorgeous blue eyes. He smiled when his gaze locked on yours. “What’s going on?” your words came out slurred.

“Try not to move,” he said. “My name is Buck. You were in an accident. We're gonna get you out of here, okay?”

“Mmkay,” you mumbled, letting your eyes fall closed once more.

“Hey, no, keep your eyes open for me.” Buck gently grasped your shoulder. “Can you tell me your name?”

You introduced yourself as you heard the groan of metal and the car was jostled slightly.

“It's okay, they’re just stabilizing your car so we can get you out safely,” he explained. “Can you tell me if you have any pain?”

You took a moment to consider his question. “Uh, my head and my side a bit. But not that bad.”

“Okay, that's good.” The passenger side door was yanked open and another firefighter crawled into the car. “This is Eddie. He's going to help me get you down from there as carefully as we can.”

“Hey, sweetheart. I'm just going to put this around your neck to keep your head stable while we move you, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I'm going to cut your seatbelt and we're going to lower you down as carefully as we can,” Buck explained. “Just try not to move.”

As they moved you, you suddenly felt like someone was stabbing you in the side. Sharp, white hot pain causing you to cry out. They quickly had you on a backboard and out of the car.

Once you were set onto the stretcher, Buck took your hand. “Okay, we're done. Can you tell me what hurts?”

You gasped, trying to catch your breath. “My s-side.”

“We will get you something for the pain in a second.” He tried to take a step back as the medics started to check you over.

You squeezed his hand harder so he couldn't move away. “No, please don't leave me.”

“Uh, o-okay. Not going anywhere.”

Next, they loaded you into the ambulance and Buck, Eddie, and a female medic all joined you. Buck sat beside you and held your hand as the other two checked vitals and started an IV.

You had no idea how much time had passed when you realized you were wheezing and breathing was slowly getting harder and harder.

You squeezed Buck’s hand as you started to panic. “I can't breathe.”

An oxygen mask was placed over your face a moment before you felt a sharp pinch near your collarbone. Breathing became easier almost immediately.

Soon after the ambulance stopped and the doors were opened. You were rolled into the hospital while Eddie explained the accident and what had happened in the ambulance.

When you made it to a room, Buck leaned over to look at you. “You're in really good hands here, okay? I have to get back to work now. They'll take care of you.”

You tried not to whine at the realization that you'd have to let him go. Finally, you forced yourself to release his hand. “Okay. Uh, bye.”

He gave you an adorable smirk. “Feel better soon.”

One week later

You wandered into the fire station looking around awkwardly. You quickly spotted someone you recognized from the accident.

Making your way over to him, you cleared your throat. “Excuse me?”

He turned around and greeted you. “How can I– Oh, Y/N. Hey.”

You waved. “Hi. Um, is Buck here?”

“He is. I think he was in the kitchen,” he pointed towards the stairs. “Come on, I'll show you.”

You followed him up the stairs. When you made it to the top you heard Buck ask, “Hey, Chim, come try this.”

“Buck, you have a visitor.”

He looked up from the pot he was stirring. “Y/N. Hey, how are you?”

He came around the island and opened his arms to offer you a hug while you quickly accepted. “I'm okay, healing.”

“That's good to hear.” He rubbed his neck and you couldn't help but to stare as his arm flexed with the motion. “So, what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to thank you.” You turned to Chim. “Well all of you.. for helping me. But also you for holding my hand the whole time.”

“Of course. I'm glad I could be there for you.”

“I also wanted to ask if, maybe, you'd want to hang out? Maybe get coffee or something some time?” You twisted your fingers awkwardly.

He smiled brightly. “Absolutely.”

“Cool. I'm, I can give you my number,” you offered.

He pulled out his phone and handed it over. “Do you want to stay for lunch? It's almost ready and we have plenty.”

“I would,” you started. “But I can't. I actually have a follow up doctor's appointment.”

“Okay, let me walk you out at least.” He turned to Chim, “Can you keep an eye on that?” He gestured to the stove and then led you back down the stairs without waiting for a response.

He walked you all the way to your car and pulled your door open for you. “I'll call you.”

“I'll be waiting.” You lifted onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you again.”

“You're welcome.”

[munsonismymuse]

Steve and Eddie are on Eddie's bed, both sitting on his legs. Moonlight and starlight stream through the tiny window. There is a comfortable silence ruling the place, accompanied by the faint sound of crickets in the distance.

Steve slowly approaches to stand in front of Eddie, very close to him, but it doesn't matter. It's something they can do with each other.

"Eddie?"

"Mmm?" Eddie exclaimed, turning his full attention to him.

"Friends don't lie, remember?"

Steve and the other older teens had adopted that phrase from the younger ones.

"Of course, Stevie."

"I have to tell you something, but I have to beg you not to hate me, I can't keep it anymore because I feel horrible keeping secrets from you, especially this one."

Eddie moves his face like a puppy.

"Steve, I swear to God when I tell you there's nothing that would make me hate you, do we have to hide a body or something? Cause if that will make you take that worried face off right now, I'll take my jacket."

"Luckily no"

Eddie looks at him intently, waiting for what he has to say. Steve takes a lock of Eddie's hair between his fingers, to reassure himself but also to show Eddie his affection, he plays a few seconds with that lock until he finally perks up, without letting go of the hair, he gets close to Eddie's ear and whispers:

"Dee, I had a wet dream about you."

Steve can feel Eddie's breathing change, but he doesn't let go of his lock of hair as if he's afraid Eddie will run away, Eddie was speahless.

Eddie kisses his cheek.

"Was it good?" Eddie whispers without looking at him, Steve closes his eyes.

"It was very good."

"Was it?" Eddie whispered against Steve's face, brushing his lips but not kissing him, Steve felt his mouth water.

"Yes."

"Yeah? What were we doing?"

Steve took a breath, buried his hand in Eddie's hair, and squeezed it as he pleased.

"I was touching myself in front of you. My fingers were inside me, and my legs were numb with the pleasure I felt. I wiggled my fingers and opened myself wide in front of your eyes, but you wouldn't touch me."

"Fuck."

"You sounded so good, Eds"

"I bet you sounded better, love"

"You called me that way. You called me all the nice ways you know. You called me princess."

"And do you like it?"

"I love it."

"That's good to know, princess."

"I was desperate, I wanted more. Then you grabbed me, and suddenly your face was between my legs," said Steve with shyness, "your tongue was inside me, I had no control of my body. I was screaming, like the girls I was with did, can we guys sound like that?"

"Of course, sweetheart." Eddie smiled complacently, kissing Steve's hand, "Especially pretty boys like you, I promise I'll make you sound like that.

Steve smiles with a pretty blush in his face. He wants that so bad.

"I was riding you. I felt you so deep inside me, I felt you all over my body, I felt so full, you were moving me at your whim, even though I was on you and I was screaming, I didn't recognize myself"

"I bet you sound exquisite when you have a good cock inside you."

"Just you"

"Good boy. You're mine, right?"

"Yeah"

And then Eddie kisses Steve for the first time. Steve makes a sound of surprise which is immediately lost in the kiss which he eagerly reciprocates, it's an awkward kiss at first as it wasn't planned but it quickly takes on a hungry rhythm, they have to pull apart seconds later for air. Steve looks shattered, Eddie quickly gives him a small kiss on the lips that echoes throughout the room.

"I'm yours, Eddie." Steve whispered.

Eddie took Steve and put him on his lap, Steve quickly found his place there, even though it was the first time they had done something like this.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes," Steve whispered.

"We stop whenever you want. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?"

"Yes, Eddie," Steve whispered and hugged Eddie, wanting to melt into each other's bodies. "God, your dick felt so good inside me, I couldn't breathe without feeling you."

Steve moves slowly, wanting to feel Eddie's dick, Eddie gasps at the feel of it but does nothing else. He lets Steve go at his own pace and savour whatever he wants.

'You're made for it, aren't you?"

"Yes, are you going to give it to me? Eddie, I want you so bad."

"Fuck, you're a dream come true."

Steve kissed his cheek and whispered:

"I was crying. Good tears, I was crying from how much I love you but also because the pleasure I was feeling was too much."

Eddie bit Steve's neck. The room felt so warm even though they had done nothing but kiss.

"I don't think I've ever cum like I did in the dream, you kept fucking me until you came, I wish I could feel your cum inside me because that's the one part my dream couldn't recreate I've never had anything like that inside me."

"I'll take care of that, don't worry, I'll fill you up real good every day for the rest of my life. Everyone will know I fuck you good like you deserve."

"Yes, Eddie, please," Steve moaned.

Eddie kissed Steve's entire face. Steve took Eddie's fingers and kissed them one by one to Eddie's intense and desirous gaze.

"You put your fingers inside me and moved them around so I could feel your cum one more time, you made me cum again, I want so badly to feel that wet."

Steve began to wet Eddie's fingers at will. It was too much.

"You told me I had to feel your fingers because I didn't feel them at first," said Steve with a smile, "And when I woke up I thought, my god, that's so Eddie."

Both boys laughed.

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

A fantasy I had based on a fan fiction I read :

I begin to wake up. I feel groggy as push myself from my bed. Except I couldn't for some reason and then I look up and my hands are cuffed to my bed. Except it's not my bed it's someone else, I quickly look around the room for some kinda indication of where I am. Theirs nothing thats familiar. The room is pained a light purple with fluffy fixtures everywhere and nice tv but no windows, only a fake projection of one. As I look around I recognize some stuff bits of my things placed neatly around the room. When I shift around I start to hear foot steps. I try to wiggle out of the cuffs before the door opens but its no use. A woman walks through the door with a soft smile on her face.

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well? I made sure to have everything how you like it down to rain sounds. "

I pause and realize there is a sound machine playing rain sounds just like the one I have at home.

The lady continues " I hope the cuffs weren't to tight, once we get you your ankle bracelet we won't have to fiddle with those things. "

I stare at her for a moment before asking where I was and how I got here. Some how very calm about the matter.

"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. Well this is your home, not just this room of course you're free to explore the whole house once your ankle bracelet comes in. For now you stay here; but don't worry I'll keep you company. As for how you got here well you were at your old home and I put something in your glass of water to make you extra sleepy. Sorry it was just a formality and I won't do it again. "

As she talked the panic began to set in. I ask her why she did this.

With a smile she begins to play with my hair. "I love you, for a long time now. I know you don't remember but I used to see you after middle school walking to your house. I think the first time I saw you I knew this was it. As the years went by you confirmed to me that this is it. Watching your highs and lows have been truly beautiful. I knew I must have you in my life but, I don't want to share you anymore. You know you sleep beautifully, I mean I've seen it before but this is my first time seeing you sleep up close and personal. What were you dreaming about? "

I can't even take it all in, this lady I've never seen before is making all these claims and I'm strapped to her bed. I then look down to see I'm in pink lace lingerie. I freeze and she notices.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd look lovely in these and you do honestly. " she says as she drags a hand up my body.

"Your just so pretty. " she says as she leans in and begins to kiss my neck. At this I snap at her to stop and to uncuff me. She sighs and begins to nibble on my skin.

"Bear with me love, I must learn your body. " I shake my head as she shows no signs of stopping. I tell her someone is looking for me. "And may they never find our home" she breathes into my skin like hymn. She then moves on from my neck to my shoulders leaving long kisses on them. She then begins to trace my collar bone with her finger ever so gently. Upon tracing it she moves here mouth to the top of my chest. In to my skin she whispers "Allow me to take my time little dove, I want to savior this for both of us".

I try to pull away as she sucks dark marks into my skin ending the ministration with a small kiss. For a moment she leans off of me to admire her work. She let's out a moan as she looks. " Your breath taking. I've had only a little and I crave more. " I begin to lightly sob as she takes a nipple in her mouth sucking it through the lace. It feels disgustingly good. Everything in me is screaming to reject the pleasure, but my body won't listen. I let out a soft moan causing her to stop and look up at me.

"Little dove. " she says as she begins to kiss me on the mouth despite me backing away from it. She continues until a headbutt her mid kiss. She grips her head, but it seems my resistance only spures her on more. As she cups my face with her hands this time and she takes another kiss. And then she goes back to nipples this time nibbling at the other. She then looks up at me as she sucks the already sensitive bud. I accidentally let out a whine as it's just too sensitive.

Which sends a shiver down her spine. She lowers her head to my stomach before continuing to kiss it and litter the skin with little marks. She then traces the more sensitive skin with her tongue. As she goes lower I feel something hot grow in the pit my stomach. Especially as she gets to where my pelvis and my stomach meet. Nibbling on the line between the two. Unexpectedly she then moves over to the top part of my thighs. The bit of pudge that peeks over the lace stocking. Before going on she looks up at me again.

"Your delicious my love, I don't know how I have claimed to live before I tasted your skin. " after she sinks her teeth in to the pudge a action that causes me to yelp as its unlike every thing she did before. Of course she watches me as she does the same thing to the other side. As she released the meat from her teeth she then uses them to bite the edge of stocking before pulling them down and off. She does the same to the other side before returning to the first and laying a kiss on the knee she then bites around on the lower part of my thigh take her time to leave more dark marks. She ends it by laying several light kisses on my ankle. Before for repeating the same action on the other leg as she presses the last kiss into my ankle she breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry dove, I don't mean to be a tease I've just been dreaming of this for so long. Longer than you could know. " she says placing her head near my crotch as I shift away. She simply holds my hips before placing a kiss on my clothed pussy. She then begins to suck and lick through the panties. All while starring at me watching every quiver and gasp. She begins to pay attention more to my clit as I whine and with shaking hands she removes the panties and just stares at my cunt for a minute or two. I hear her moans the words "fucking gorgeous".

Before ducking back down and tasting me from the source. I feel as she moans against me and grinds into my legs as she takes my clit into her mouth causing me to shake and shrink away. "Don't, run away from me baby. Hear me, never again. " she says eyes very serious. She then leans in and starts slowly pressing her tongue into me. Rubbing my clit as she does. She then holds my thighs as she goes deeper, fucking me on her tongue. She eats me out with focus and dedication for what feels like hours before pressing a finger in along with her tongue. The two move in sync as she loosen me before adding another finger and after time another. Until I'm crying on 3 of her fingers and a tongue.

She then pulls out and grabs something from the night stand. I look as she pulls down her pants to reveal a throbbing cock. She then squirts some lube onto it and my cunt before pumping it in her hand. There is absolutely no way she wants me to take all that. But as I look in disbelief she lines her cock up with my cunt but before she presses in. I say wait what about protection. She looks up at me with a soft smile "It's okay, I'm the only one that's going to be taking you for now on so we don't have to worry about that. "but before I can exclaim that it's not okay she sinks in.

With a breathy "Fuck" and fuck is right her cock is thick and just keeps going as she sinks into me as I whine and squirm. It takes a minute before our pelvises kiss but as they do she let's out long and loud whine. And I just stare at her, she fucking came inside of me, she came inside of me with no protection. What if I ... I begin to really sob as that thought crossed my mind. She on the other hand is still with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry love, it's just been so long. But don't worry I can keep going. " she says before sliding out and slamming back in. Causing my head to fall back. "See, I can give you pleasure too." She says voice still breathy as she pounds into me. The room begins to fill with the filthy noise and whines. I want to run away but theres nowhere to go. I just have to lye their and take it as she fucks her cum back into me with haste. She continues to thrust as she sucks more marks onto my neck and under my jaw. Then the worst begins as I feel my body try to tense up. Absolutely not, I tell myself but she seems to notice as she begins fucking speeding up and rubbing my clit. "Good ahead cum for me love, make a pretty mess of yourself. " I shake my head in refusal. This is not about to happen I'm not going to cum on her cock I refuse.

"Baby please stop being so stubborn, just do it it'll feel so good. " I keep starving it off despite her words until she wraps her mouth around my clit while still pounding . Sending me tumbling over the edge hard without out any way to catch myself. I close my eyes hard and begin to shake. It feels like an eternity and when I finally am able to open my eyes I hear a low ringing and my body is still tingling as she is still fucking me through it before cuming again even deeper this time. I feel tears continue to roll down my cheeks as she pulls out and her cum drips down my legs. As I stare at the ceiling completely stund I hear her whisper

"Welcome home, little dove! "

[deitripper]

I was one of the Chilean winners to meet Paul McCartney and go to his soundcheck. My experience.

Well fellas, it's been a long time since i posted here and what can i say, i just wanted to give u the good news! As u read it, i had the chance (next to other people, 9 great fellow fans) to hug paul and share few minutes with him (As i write this all what i experienced feels unreal) I'm the one wearing the sgt pepper's suit btw!

I don't remember too much about the whole day, but the soundcheck was AMAZING, he played temporary secretary, mrs Vanderbilt, Let em in and Coming up!!it was CRAZY. Bf the soundcheck was over we were taken to another place in the stadium where we waited few minutes, and we talked with Stuart Bell (((((i joked a bit with him about he having the dream job and the possibility of k1ll1ng someone to be part of Paul's team and he told me 'HOW!? IT WAS A SECRET I TOLD U! ))))😂 Stuart is Paul's tour manager and we met his photographer and cameraman.

To be brief, let's jump right into meeting Paul, where do i start??? HE'S THE MOST ADORABLE MAN EVER, as soon as i saw him my eyes turned into waterfalls, my heart skipped a beat and all the memories of me binge watching videos and interviews of The Beatles crashed in my head. He greeted all the other winners and i didn't notice i was almost the last one, i was so shocked, too paralyzed to even say something, other winners told me Paul said something like 'Oh darling come on' and i just went slowly as i could to be near him and get a hug. I swear won't forget that moment. I HUGGED A BEATLE LIKE WHAAAAAATTT THE ACTUALLL HECKKK!!!! He share few words with everyone while the cameraman recorded everything. I feel that we were with him like 5 minutes but they -believe when i tell you- FELT LIKE 2 SECONDS. Then we took an official photo with Paul (which i'm kinda sad to receive bc i know my sgt peppers suit was totally hide behind two other girls who won, but hey, i'm in the same pic with Paul and that's enough!!) and lastly i had the chance to show him a bit of my work, i ordered some badges and stickers with my Beatle illustrations that i put on my suit and explained him stuff that i can't remember right now :'( But this is what finally made me lost my mind (internally bc for everyone is was just crying) LISTEN LISTEN, HE SAID MY WORK WAS """IMPRESSIVE""" AND HE TOUCHED THE STICKER WITH THE JOHN LENNON PORTRAIT I HAD ON THE SUIT, HE- TOUCHED- ONE- OF- MY- PORTRAITS AND HE RECOGNIZED THAT IT WAS JOHN READING SPANIARD IN THE WORKS. FFS, as i write this i start to sob. Then in a rush we sang the spanish version of 'Besame Mucho" a.k.a Cha Cha Boom song 😂 and then we all said goodbye as we could, waving, screaming, and in my case, crying hard af.

I really really hope to have a chance too see him in concert again, i know that the chance to be THAT near to him again, a literally walking legend, is almost impossible (as impossible as it feel the first time) i know i'm a lucky girl, and my life changed just having the chance to be in the same room with him. I won't be over this, there's now way this feels less exciting over the years. I was one of the few people that had the opportunity to be to his side -even if it was for a minute- and nothing is going to change that.

I have big dreams ahead, and i hope i'm able to accomplish every one of them. After hugging Paul everything feels possible.

If you like my art, know that i feel more inspired than ever before and i hope u can follow me on this journey🩷

Love, Dei.🩷

Ps, all the winners and i are expecting the video of everything, so as soon i as get it i'll try to share all the bits where i'm interacting with Paul (i hope with my soul that our hug is recorded and that his team doesn't cut that while editing the clips)

[thisisntmyrightera]

She's Home -Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth x fem reader) Part 1

Plot: Story of an alternate universe where Nikki meets a young waitress at the cafe he goes to every day without knowing that she would become his everything until death do them part.

Pairing: Nikki Sixx (Douglas Booth) and Female Reader

Warning: Hard Language, drug mention, adult content.

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1980, the year where all dreams went to hell, where I had realized that chasing ghosts would be useless, how could I go on if my own father had denied my existence?, I had worked too hard to get his number, I had spent sleepless nights thinking about what to say when I called him and he sent me to hell with his contempt, this was fucking hell bro.

Hi, have you been here for a while, would you like to order something? - What the hell is with that voice? Normally Dottie was the one who served me daily at the same table where I always sat and it was not at all what I was used to, my jaw tensed a little more while my eyes traveled quickly to the figure that was standing next to me - Hi, would you like a coffee? - her smile made me take a breath after all the time I was waiting for my lungs to collapse

Yeah, why not - I nodded a little while my eyes returned to the crumpled paper in my hands with the number of the bastard who had brought me into this world

Fine, I'll go get a cup - her smile could be heard on her voice as she walked away giving little jumps that made me look at her again curious, who was she? I had been coming here daily for weeks and I had never noticed her presence and that was impossible, she was so pretty, her dark hair so well combed and her skin clean as porcelain, I was used to seeing girls with tons of hairspray and makeup in industrial quantities that it was almost impossible to recognize them once they took it off, but she looked different, so unique and pretty that made me forget the moment that was happening, it was so stupidly obvious that when I noticed her return my eyes quickly returned to their original position trying not to look like an idiot - would you like something else? - She placed the cup so delicately on the table and while she was pouring the coffee I could feel her gaze on me that I just quickly shook my head hiding my face in the brown strands of my hair - okay, if you need anything you can call me, my name is y/n

I could notice her silhouette dancing around me, not specifically that, but she went from one table to another serving and taking orders, always with a kind tone in her voice and a smile, I could notice how the drunken bastards that recently leave Whisky A Go Go watch her passing by making obscene comments about her body and the disgusting things they could do to her in her bed, I don't know why I took it so personally, I didn't even know her and I had my own problems.

You still haven't finished your coffee - her voice made me raise my head again, finally looking into her eyes, those beautiful eyes that I had never seen before - we're almost done - her gaze went to the clock on the wall making me notice that it was almost 11 pm

Oh… I'm sorry, time flew by - I sighed sadly taking the cup drinking the last sip feeling the bitter cold taste run down my throat

Don't worry, are you okay? - her hands moved in the pockets of her pink apron looking at me curiously, what did she care if a drunk was okay? Nobody ever cared if I was okay or not

I… can I ask you something? - I looked at her curiously wetting my lips watching her nod - What would you do if someone rejected you?

Well… that depends - she looked at me curiously smiling - reject in what sense?

Something like… - my hands rested on the table thinking about how to say things without looking like a helpless child but I couldn't find anything else that could justify what had just happened to me - as if your own father had rejected you and asked you not to appear in his life again?

Oh..-her chubby cheeks disappeared when she erased her smile- well I..-a sigh came out of her chest as she sat in front of me- well I don't have a dad so I couldn't tell you…but if that happened to you, I think you shouldn't feel any guilt about his decisions, it's him who failed you not you

-I see..-I sighed looking at the table biting my lip curiously not knowing what to say while my hands crumpled the paper I held all night

Not all people are born to have a great responsibility like raising a child and they also don't have the courage to take responsibility for their mistakes made on them so they blame someone else to feel less guilty, I don't know what happened but I think you should show him that what he expects to happen won't happen, you should show him that you can be a better person than him and you don't need his presence to be a great human being- her smile returned to her face making me feel a rush of air again, she was right, she have all the damn reason, I didn't need a damn bastard to know what my dreams were and of course I could be better than he was without his support

Shortly after the head waitress kicked me out of the place without being able to thank her for her great advice so I went to my car staying in it looking at the steering wheel for a couple of minutes, was this the time to start my big dream? Of course I would be a great rock star and I would show everyone that they can go to hell.

I started the engine and accelerated quickly taking the main avenue and then turning into an almost lonely street towards my apartment.

And there she was again, walking quickly with her hands in the pockets of her coat with her gaze on the pavement, I could recognize that hair bouncing after seeing it come and go all night, so I honked the horn making her turn quickly while she jumped scared

You're not walking home at this time of night, right? - I smiled at her, leaning my arm out of the window as I threw the cigarette onto the pavement

It's not that far anyway - she smiled at me, adjusting the strap of his bag over her shoulder

Yeah, well, damn, I don't know how to ask someone up… do you want me to give you a ride? - I was such a fucking idiot, what was wrong with me?

Well…- her gaze returned to the road and then to me nodding nervously as she walked quickly to get in the passenger side- Thanks for the ride… um…

Fran… Nikki my name is Nikki - I smiled at her offering her my hand to shake and when she did I could feel a electricity run to the tips of my hair

Nice to meet you Nikki - she smiled at me putting on her seat belt as i drive with REO Speedwagon playing on the radio

I tend to go to that place a lot lately and I've never seen anyone like you - I looked at her barely returning my gaze to the road as I drove as slowly as possible without looking like an idiot

It's my first day working at that coffee shop - she seemed to be the happiest person in the world, every sentence that came out of her mouth was accompanied by a childish but adorable smile - What do you mean by someone like me?

Someone, I don't know…pretty and pretty…- I cleared my throat feeling like an idiot trying to avoid his gaze

Yeah well, thanks for the compliment it was the nicest thing I heard all night - she laughed looking at her legs while her hands played with the clasp of her bag

So you did hear them? Why were you so nice to all those idiots, if I were you I would have thrown the hot coffee on their damn faces

Because I need the job, I need to pay for nursing school so I can graduate next summer and my mother can't do it anymore

I see, do you live with your mother? - I looked at her interested in her conversation stopping at a red light

Yes, with my mother and my younger sister, well she is my half sister but she is my sister, mom has had difficult months after my stepfather abandoned her so now we only live with one salary and I need to earn something to help her - her gaze did not return to look at me after her confession and her fingers played slower than normal clearly saddened

I understand you, unlike you my mother is shit, she did not abandon me like my father did but she always preferred her boyfriends who abused me, so when I had the chance I sent her to prison and left home - the green light reflected on the car window making me return my gaze to the road and accelerate hard remembering that damn woman

Oh I… I'm sorry about that Nikki

You don't have to feel it, after all you said it, I don't need anyone to prove that I can be better than them - i look at her giving her a smile and she did the same to me

The conversation was too good to end that night and to my surprise the night ended very differently than what usually happens whenever I hitch a ride with a girl, tonight there was no sex or unbridled alcohol until we were unconscious, she just limited herself to thanking me and saying goodbye to enter her home, it felt so strange, as if I had met a real woman, so every day I came back at the same time and to the same table so that she would serve me like every night, little by little she became my best friend, she listened to all the ideas I had and how London came to life, it was my first baby and she was in our first show it was great how everything started to get better until that night went to shit.

Our vocalist, as usual, screwed up on stage and a pitched fight broke out where my nose was the main target of an idiot's beer bottle. An hour later I was entering the cafeteria with a napkin on my still bleeding nose.

Oh my God Nikki, what did they do to you? - she quickly left the coffee jar on the nearest table and ran to me, helping me get to the same table as always.

I'm fine, I'm… shit, I'm fine - I sighed, sitting down, looking at her, tired of so much shit.

You guys fought again, right? - She looked at me disappointed, taking a couple of napkins from the table, carefully removing my hands from my face and gently tapping them on my nose

It's all that damn idiot's fault, he's always do som...ouch - I looked at her annoyed but her look quickly made me lower my tone of voice

I know Nikki but why do you always have to end up fighting, your fans go to see you play, not to see how you hit each other like animals on stage - She continued cleaning carefully until she stopped the bleeding and gave me a new napkin - You should seriously think about what to do because if things continue like this then the only thing that will happen is that all your fans will stop going to see you play because you're problematic

I know… I know - I sighed looking at her holding the napkin on my nose

I'll go get you some ice, don't cause trouble - She looked at me seriously as she walked away and disappeared behind the kitchen door

Damn, she had me trapped in her hand, it was Something so strange to explain as if I belonged to her completely but at the same time we were nothing at all

It was as if she was my good luck charm, when she was near me everything went perfect and just as I had always dreamed but when she left everything went to hell, even the lack of her presence made situations go wrong

How that same night a skinny and hyperactive boy was going to approach me to tell me that he was my biggest fan and support me in creating a band? right after she told me, it was such a strange but necessary coincidence.

Sorry Nikki I got busy a little, here's your ice - I looked at her with a small smile taking the ice from her hand- Sweetness I want you to meet someone, this is Tommy he will play drums in my new band

Nice to meet you - the boy drummer smiled at her moving his drumsticks making her laugh

Nice to meet you Tommy - she smiled at him greeting him the same way - I'll be a little busy but I'll find you in the parking lot when I finish my shift

Sure sweetie I'll wait for you - I smiled at her watching her walk away to serve the other tables placing the ice on my nose

She's very pretty man - the boy followed her with his gaze until I hit his arm making him look at me again - I'm sorry it's just that… she is - he laughed rubbing his arm- is she your girlfriend?

No… but she will be the owner of everything someday so keep your damn hands on your drumsticks got it?

Ok fuck i get it man - the drummer smiled raising his hands holding both drumsticks laughing

She had been there from the beginning and knew for a fact that she would be there until the end but not just as a spectator, she would be the owner of the whole damn empire that i was going to create.

Part 2

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[seaheaded]

• 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈: the unfortunate mermaid

cregan stark x original female character (eventually)

this is part of the series a heart for the sea

summary: prologue + aērwyn's world, where things are not entirely as they seem.

5.8K words

warnings: character driven story, mentions of blood and sex, anxiety, angst. check series masterlist for more.

series: ongoing

notes: i'm nervous for this fic ahhhh. i'll try to my best to write it well, and i hope you guys enjoy it!!

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PROLOGUE

Once the sound of her mother's voice entered Jaehaera’s ears, her attention on the rest of the world faded.

Each day, the little girl became more entranced by her, and it should not come as a surprise to Alicent, but it did.

Helaena had a peculiar mind, but the entire castle had grown used to the way her thoughts spilled out of it; in whispers and incomprehensible presages.

Yet, the more time Alicent spent with them, the more she noticed that the child listened. And, again, she should not be surprised, for Helaena’s voice was gentle. Her hands were gentle. Jaehaera was too young to know of the hearts of others, but her mother’s heart was gentle. Too gentle for that city, for that family.

The rumble of thunder and whispering of the wind outside the closed windows collided with another voice, one louder and childish.

“Jaehaera,” Jaehaerys called his sister, galloping the wooden horse he played with in her direction, but all she offered him was a finger to the lips, in a motion to ask for silence.

He scowled, making Alicent sigh out a weak laughter through her nose.

“Come here, dearest,” Alicent called Jaehaera once their attention turned to opposite directions, with open arms and a short smile.

After one last glance at her mother’s direction, Jaehaera obeyed.

Taking care of children had never been one of Alicent’s favourite duties, but in the years spent watching her only daughter grow surrounded by a world that did not deserve her beauty, she discovered she disliked when people interrupted her moments of crafted peace even more.

It brought her an unfamiliar sensation of warmth to know that Jaehaera agreed. Even if it was in a different way.

“Do you like to watch your mother work, Jaehaera?” She asked, picking up the girl to sit her on her lap.

Jahaera’s meek and sweet voice hummed in affirmation as she nodded.

“I want to see,” She said.

There was something in her voice that reflected the way Helaena spoke as a child. She did not whine, was simply honest and serene all the same when she had a request. It made Alicent sad, the realisation that she did not belong in that place the same way Helaena did not. But from time to time, she let herself smile and that sensibility. That afternoon was an example of the privilege.

Alicent moved a lock of white hair behind her shoulder to see her face better. “People need privacy at times. To work better, with a… Clearer mind.”

“But I like to listen to mommy.”

Jaehaera’s gaze was still set on Helaena, and Alicent followed it with her own.

Her daughter did not seem to be in the present with them, but far away in the dreams she muttered about as her hands worked. From what Alicent could recognize, she was crafting a green snake.

Jaehaera’s next words were accompanied by a glint in her eyes, that sort of excitement only small children possess, and it drew Alicent’s attention to the rare sight.

“Mommy was talking about mermaids yesterday,” The girl whispered, and let out a lighthearted giggle.

Alicent huffed a laugh, lifting one side of her mouth to humour her, but she did not know what to say to that.

Mermaids? How absurd.

I: THE UNFORTUNATE MERMAID

Embar, the sea god, was present at the birth of all his children, for they needed his blessing to be conceived.

One night, every fifty years, a human heart was brought into his underwater palace, crushed by his divine hands, and from the red foam it bled into, another merperson was born.

It was rumored that the continuous cycle was caused by the cessation of originating any more children who stood closer to divinity than not, between the sea god and his wife, the goddess of the wind, when their daughter Elenei fell in love with a man, and became mortal after laying with him, infuriating the deities. Hence the appeal of half-mortals: they were less in everything. None of them would become fully mortal no matter how many beds they laid on because part of them consisted of the same thing humans did.

The night Aērwyn came into the world, the heart that would soon turn into her was watched by several eyes, and as the god’s hands sacrificed the organ for her creation, no one dared to speak.

“Mermaid!” He declared.

Mermaid was the term used to describe a woman who possessed a tail with fish scales as her lower body and a human torso. But with that word, came the condemnation of what Aērwyn lacked in comparison to her siblings.

You see, the thing most people do not know about mermaids is that their whole body will adapt to their surroundings, not only the lower half. The darker the place, the brighter the golden gleam that is hidden behind the natural colour of eyes shine. They have patches of scales on their forearms and shoulders, gills on their necks, and fangs. All of that is not necessary once they are above the water, however. If a human does see it, well… It means they are not living long enough to talk about it.

And all that made Aērwyn peculiar for all she did not possess.

Some of her siblings even told her they might give her a proper name for it, and jest or not, that was the biggest insult of all.

None of the merfolk received proper names the moment they were born. It was not necessary in the sea god’s eyes. Elenei had because she was the daughter of gods. The water dragon, Nagga, was a mighty sea creature during its life, not a simple leviathan or shark. Not letting Aērwyn, in her weakness, choose her own name, would have meant she was too much of a bother — an enemy.

They did not give her one, but the mockery came frequently.

“Aērwyn?”

Edmyn’s voice reverberated through the waterless room. A hint of desperation could be heard in it, as if his patience was wearing thin, and it scared Aērwyn.

Slowly, but without hesitation, she pushed open the door of the closet.

Out of all of her siblings — there were a little over a hundred of them — Edmyn was the only one who did not care about her flaws, and she never wanted to make him regret that.

“I-I’m here.”

The space would be completely dark if not for the dim light of the moon coming through the clear ceiling, so when his head snapped towards Aērwyn, his yellow-golden eyes were the first thing she saw. Edmyn’s eyes had that colour naturally. They matched the golden band he always wore on his left arm — a valuable acquisition from one of his first trips to Essos, according to him — except their warmth faded in moments of solemness.

“Aērwyn—”

“I’m sorry,” She cut him. “Don’t be mad at me.”

There was a brief interval of utter silence, broken when he opened the door completely and got on one knee, resting his arm on the other.

“Who said I was mad?”

And there it was again. His never-ending gentleness, so unexpected from a merman like him.

“I heard it in your voice.”

“That was worry, not anger. Worry for you, little sister.”

Aērwyn hugged her legs closer, hiding her tear-stained cheeks behind her knees. She did not want to cry in front of her big brother. Not again.

“You know,” Edmyn tilted his head to point at Aērwyn with his chin. “This fabric was the most beautiful one I brought from Dorne. And you are getting it dirty with snot.”

“I’m not crying anymore,” Aērwyn said, defensive.

“So you were before?” His voice was as kind as the tilt of the corner of his lips.

Aērwyn shook her head, letting go of her legs. She stretched them inside the small space of the closet, where her child frame still fit, and grabbed the fabric of the dress in her fingers.

“You told me I should try to explore by myself.”

She could see his nod from the corner of her eye

“I was doing that today, but they… They were laughing at me.”

“Who? What happened?”

“I— I can still hear them in my head.”

“It’s okay,” Edmyn’s hand found one of hers. “Remember to breathe.”

Aērwyn inhaled and exhaled. The latter came out shakily.

“What happened?” Edmyn repeated himself.

She stared at the purple fabric pooling over her lap as she told him.

It was not usual for Aērwyn to leave the palace without Edmyn, but she was thirteen now, and he believed it was time to let her know about safe places she could explore on her own. He would always mention the wonders of making discoveries by himself.

Unfortunately, it was easier for him to say that, than for her to accomplish it.

Edmyn was only the second youngest child of the sea god after Aērwyn, yet he was the most impressive, from the moment he came into the world.

During the birth ceremony of the merfolk, every child would receive the same gift from the goddess of the wind: a prediction. And every fifty years, the predictions were those of good health, talented crafters, beauty, and so on… But Edmyn was different. He was the first to be predicted to not only be strong and change the progress of the future, but a title. That which he had earned at only twelve, after fighting a leviathan and winning.

The sea god was not known for dotting on his children, but when the title of Prince of the Depths became frequent in the mouths of those describing Edmyn, he finally had a favourite son.

It was as curious as magic, how his greatest achievement had come to shelter his biggest failure.

“I was following them from afar because they were talking about swimming with whales. I wanted to see some, that's all.”

“That's okay. And then?”

“Then…” Aērwyn wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “They started talking about humans. About how they are ugly and boring... How much I resemble them.”

“That is not true. Humans are complex creatures the same way we are. Not merely ugly and—”

“You're lying.”

It was evident that Edmyn was stunned by the bite in her tone and the squint of her eyes.

“Aērwyn—”

“I never lie to you, so why do you do it?”

Hurt crossed the glint of his golden gaze.

“I do not lie to you.”

“Yes, you do,” Her bottom lip trembled. “Why does everyone else look at me like I am a— a useless freak of nature, but you tell me I am perfect as I am?”

“A useless freak of nature?” He was revolted. “Where did you hear those words?”

“Where do you think?!” Aērwyn yelled, pulling her hand from his hold, and folding her legs back into the previous position.

Her eyes were shut, but she could feel Edmyn’s stare set on her for an arduous moment.

Freak.

“Stop it,” She said.

“I did not do anything,” He replied, calmly.

But it was never as silent as she wished in those moments of agony. The laughter and the words echoed in her head.

Useless.

“Aērwyn.”

“What?”

“Look at me.”

His tone left no room for arguing now.

“I’m sorry,” She whispered.

She turned her head so he could see her eyes, but did not lift it to show her entire face.

“I am not angry. Not at you. I need you to listen to me.”

Aērwyn nodded.

“Our father is not fond of humans. You are aware of that.”

She nodded again.

That is why he hates me.

Edmyn continued. “You will always hear our siblings speaking about them in the same manner he does. To him, they are merely boxes. Boxes made of flesh. He only cares about their hearts.”

“To create us.”

“Yes.”

“Why do you drink their blood, then?”

Her older siblings were incredibly proud of it; Drowning the men crossing the waters, biting their necks and sucking them as they dragged their bodies to the darkness. The practice was performed above as well, but merfolk were more careful with the bodies there, simply taking without killing. According to them, doing that on human land was not as pleasing, since it was harder to get rid of their bodies.

“That is something you do not need to worry about.”

“I cut my finger yesterday, and it tasted really bad.”

That made Edmyn laugh. “You will never have to drink anything you do not want to.”

She shrugged with a hum.

“All you need to know is that humans are not beloved by our father, but you cannot trust our siblings’ words. They enjoy the company of humans as much as they enjoy pulling them under.”

“But they say they are despicable.”

“That is not true. Well… They—” Edmyn closed his eyes with a frown and sighed.

That was the first time Aērwyn witnessed her brother be at a loss for words.

When his eyes opened again, he brought his hand to detangle her hold around herself again, placing one of her hands on her own chest.

“There is nothing inherently wrong with looking like a human. The heart that beats inside your chest is there because of one of them, remember? It is the same for the rest of us.”

Aērwyn’s eyes darted between his own with a frown.

“Even if our father hates them?” She whispered.

“Even then,” Edmyn whispered back. “All of the merfolk are part deity, part mortal. It would be unwise to ignore one of them.”

Aērwyn nodded in response, trying to grasp the weight behind the words. They sat on her mind as a fact. Simple as a coin tossed in the water.

It would be unwise to ignore her mortal side. Even if it brought her the pain of standing out.

“However,” Edmyn warned. “This is something you cannot discuss with anyone else.”

“Why?”

“They would not comprehend it.”

That was what he said, at least. But the truth came to her realisation later in life:

There was no need to make herself look weaker. To all, she was already worth less than a box.

After her fifteenth anniversary, it became Aērwyn’s duty to welcome Naria, the goddess of the wind, to her father's palace.

Every night, the light of the moon bent in the water as it parted itself to her, and she descended with her companions by beating her wings — when she decided to wear them — , walking down invisible steps of air, or simply jumping until the sand beneath her feet was swept by a gust that eased her graceful fall.

Aērwyn swam in a hurry to her post that evening, carrying the golden sandals she would need once she transitioned into her second form in one hand. The other fixed the straps of the new dress she managed to finish that night. Not as early as desired, but in time to take the position and watch as the path the goddess would descend on disseminated and dried the entire palace.

“You could not look more radiant,” Edmyn’s voice came from behind.

She was sixteen now, but he still wore the carefully crafted necklaces she used to make and beg him to wear when she was younger, and his arms were still adorned in thick, golden bands or bracelets, the one on the left always there. They contrasted well against his tanned skin and blue of his garments.

Even then, the more Aērwyn grew, the more she noticed how he somehow increasingly became a reflection of his title with age.

I think you are already starting to age, brother, she jested one day, pointing to the wrinkles that appeared in his eyes when he smiled. The sea will dry without you.

He laughed at that. It was often that the gods pointed out how he was his father's greatest strength, but he always mocked their belief to Aẽrwyn, for a reason she could not comprehend. So, she did it, too.

Edmyn stood beside her, hands joined behind him, like his dark and curly hair that he recently began to wear loosely tied.

“What about this excruciating wait could ignite radiance, brother?” Aērwyn asked, observing the shiver of sharks swimming by the entrance. “She will not come. Again. The guests will take their seats soon and I will stay here.”

Aērwyn was only thankful that her task of waiting at the door did not require bidding farewells, especially because of the nights when Naria stayed even after testing their father’s temper. She had never witnessed her angry exits and did not wish to. They pulled the air that dried the palace with her arrival, causing all to lose their breath and control of their limbs for a moment, and the distress only dissipated when the door of the palace closed as water filled it again in her absence. No one spoke about it, but the discomfort was clear in everyone's faces each time.

Edmyn hummed, glancing around. “Father looked less stormy at the council meeting this morning.”

“Any news?”

“You know I am not allowed to tell you,” He answered, with pity in his eyes. “But there is nothing to worry about. For now.”

For now. So, they did not have a clue about who the culprit of their father's fury was yet.

Besides the current gossip about the brewing war happening on the surface, word about a traitor — something that worried the sea god even more than the dragons constantly flying above his kingdom — had been spread with the currents. Naria’s work, of course. Someone here is loyal to the weak, husband. Aērwyn could imagine her saying, her winds dancing with whispers of his child that betrayed a god for a box of flesh.

She did not know what to make of this. If Edmyn was the one, she would have known a long time ago, and she could never see any of her other siblings choosing to bind themselves to a human and commit treason.

And how did one do such a thing? The appeal of their kind was that they could not harm their father, was it not?

Yet, Aērwyn knew better than to voice those questions. Those were strange times, with even stranger stories being written around the world.

“He does not think it's me, does he?” She whispered.

Edmyn frowned as if she had asked him to punch her in the face. “Why would he even consider that?”

“Because I am the most human of us all. I…” She clicked your tongue, adjusting the strap of the dress again. It needed fixing. “I do not wish to disappoint him even more. To make him think I have any sort of secret affection towards them.”

A moment passed, where Edmyn’s eyes studied her face with a look that boarded suspicion. She could not tell if he was out of words, or if he did not want to tell her exactly what he thought of that statement.

He sighed through his nose.

“Sister,” His voice was gentle. As always. “You are the only one who has not gone to the surface or drank any blood. Ever. He has no reason to think you married a human. You have never even seen one.”

“But I look like one.”

“Do you? I have never seen a human with gills,” He jested, poking her neck, but she did not laugh. He clicked his tongue then, rolling his eyes. “I do not mean to disrespect you, sister, but you… You lack the experience to dare such a risk in times like these. Father knows that.”

After a beat, where she could not deny her nonexistent contact with the human world, he spoke again.

“But I will ask you to not repeat these words to anyone. Do not let them know of your insecurities.”

She was used to the warning, but still had to ask herself who would I tell about them?

“Of course,” She agreed.

He was right. Even with her inexperienced mind, she should not give anyone a reason to consider her guilty.

When the guests started to leave to take their seats in the dining hall, she turned to Edmyn again.

“Are you sure she is coming tonight?”

“I believe so. Father needs her,” His voice became lower for the second part. “She must have heard something new and dramatic.” He observed.

“Yet her winds always whisper the same thing,” Aērwyn said.

Edmyn frowned. “What do you mean?”

His last word was almost silenced by the bent of the moonlight shining over their eyes.

As always, he was right.

To be entirely dry in a second did not feel like anything in particular, and Aērwyn was used to the trick by now, but an uncomfortable chill constantly ran over her exposed arms and blew the fabric of her garments when the invisible companions of the goddess walked in. Or maybe flew in. She could never be sure. They were made of air.

Not only that but for the lack of visual presence, they made themselves known by being loquacious. It was why the adjective windy existed. Every night, they passed by Aērwyn, and their multiple whispers merged, overlapping each other in a bedevilling chant: Goddess. Goddess. Goddess.

Aērwyn knew Naria was a goddess, but the introduction never ceased, and it was certainly not a smart option to showcase her annoyance at the wind in her ears, so she simply wore the sandals in uncomfortable silence, waiting for the mistress.

In contrast with the invisible and noisy creatures, the goddess was not one for many words, but visibly buoyant and divine. Her skin was as bright as it was strong, which she constantly showcased in sleeveless silks, and her hair reached her knees. On most nights, she wore it in a single braid, but when she did not, it fell like a golden veil behind her.

This time, she appeared by the door as quick as lighting. Her golden feathers stretched behind her, casting a large shadow. Aērwyn stumbled back, surprised by the sudden intake of air and the harsh breeze blowing her hair and dress, simultaneously. Her sandals had slipped from her grasp, and she only did not fall because of Edmyn’s quick reflex to find her back with his hand.

Naria was even taller and brighter that night, eyes gleaming white.

“Goddess,” Aērwyn mumbled the greeting, fixing her posture.

She ignored it.

“Greet me, prince.”

She spat the last word.

Edmyn returned to his previous position and bowed his head. His jaw clenched behind his trimmed beard.

“Goddess.”

He had never voiced his disdain for Naria, but Aērwyn could see it in his face. It was like he was ready to defy her divine power at any moment.

The light from her eyes was so bright, that Aērwyn could scarcely see her expression, but she tilted her head, observing the pair.

She brought a cold hand to Aērwyn’s green dress. “Who gave you this, child?”

“My brother,” She answered. She did not have to specify which one.

“I always see you in such expensive fabrics. He must care about you.”

“I do,” Edmyn’s voice was loud and clear.

The glow in Naria’s eyes slowly dimmed, revealing her sharp gaze and a smirk. Her wings lingered.

Aērwyn could tell she enjoyed hearing the lack of insecurity in his words. She was a goddess, after all. Gods had a taste for being defied, for letting themselves go through a slight struggle before overcoming it with pretended effort.

But Aērwyn did not want to see her toy with her brother.

“Shall I walk you to the council room, mistress?” She asked.

“No,” Naria answered, but her eyes were still set on Edmyn. “Your brother will.”

Used to it, Aērwyn suppressed a scowl, bowing her head and walking away in silence.

The back door of the dining hall opened smoothly with the light touch of Aērwyn’s hands.

Inside, the buzz of multiple conversations and occasional gibberish from the winds filled every corner and seat of the three long tables, and gossip about the surface was the main source of entertainment as it was on most nights.

It seemed that the health of King Viserys had worsened, which did not mean much to most as it was. Edmyn once told Aērwyn that wars only bothered their people when they got in the way of their fun, like when the humans fought for the island chain known as the Steptones a few years back, and the merfolk were bothered by it because their trips to Dorne would have to be more carefully planned.

Even with the constant gossip, Aērwyn did not remember many important human names, but it was easy to discern the Valyrian ones. Especially when they were accompanied by the house name Targaryen.

While the sea god talked about them with disdain because his children were amused to be close to the only people he could not control — for Targaryens had the blood of the dragon, and not even a god could stop a dragon — , the merfolk under his judgement enjoyed the risk of mingling in the city that fire and blood had ruled for 127 years.

Some of them even spoke about sneaking into their beds when the god was not around.

There was also talk about a newborn white-haired prince, but Aērwyn was not listening anymore. Her focus was set on Edmyn, who entered the room through the main door with their father and Naria, quickening his pace to reach his seat beside her.

One of the goddess' relatives was already boozing in wine as he gestured for Aērwyn to pour more. She did it, also offering a false smile, then watched the man extend the goblet in his feathered hand, greeting the couple and falling into conversation with her father rather quickly.

Naria, however, did not rush or speak as she took her seat in front of Aērwyn, and the stretch of her lips was as pointed as her gaze on her before she began to eat.

She did that sometimes. Her eyes would fall upon Aērwyn, defiant, forcing her to look down at her plate, and then find something else to focus on.

At least, she never said anything. Not that it was needed to guess what her thoughts were. Aērwyn only hoped the stare would go away when her place at the table came to belong to another sibling in thirty four years.

The sound of Edmyn practically falling on his seat with a sigh brought her back to a more comfortable reality.

They exchanged looks. How did that go? On Aērwyn’s part, and on his, an expression of pure annoyance that made her chuckle.

“Aērwyn doesn't hunt,” The sea god’s voice caught both of their attention.

Aērwyn shifted her gaze between the four new pairs of eyes studying her, straightening her shoulders.

“What do you do?” The feathered man asked with curiosity.

She blinked.

What did she do?

The answers were never attractive. Aērwyn made accessories, collected trinkets left behind by humans, sewed dresses with fabrics that never stopped appearing in the palace, swam with her brother, and tried to help injured animals that she found during her time alone. Only Edmyn and one of her sisters thought she was helpful for that, but it was nothing significant compared to most since all of her siblings did some form of craft or helped animals. Aērwyn was a sort of special that did not appeal to others. It was visible on her face, perceptible in her manner. She was not considered valuable.

“She—” Edmyn started before she could formulate an answer, but he too was cut by the sea god.

“She serves me by staying here, of course,” He said. “She is too weak to do what the others do. It would be unwise to let her try. But Edmyn has shown her a few tricks, since she is still not fully human, despite the looks of it. He tries his best.”

Rigel, another one of her merman brothers, who was sitting beside Naria, let out a muffled sound similar to a contained laugh behind the goblet he was bringing to his lips.

“She has never even drank blood,” He told the feathered man, then gulped his wine.

Aērwyn’s fingers tapped the silvery beside her plate, starting a count. One, two…

The last time Rigel opened his mouth to talk about her, she accidentally set down her goblet too hard, spilling wine over the table. Her father did not appreciate it.

Three…

What did he know, anyway? Rigel, the one Edmyn constantly complained about because of his irresponsible attitude. Rigel, that little—

“Do you think she would make good use of human blood, father?” He asked now, patting dry the corner of his mouth. The sea god was not paying attention anymore, but he proceeded, turning to the feathered man again. “We believe she looks too much like one to consume it, you see. It could be an internal problem.”

“At least she is not causing any real problems to us by, I don't know, being addicted to it,” Edmyn replied, calmly. He looked at the feathered man, too, and smiled with feigned humour. “Imagine that.”

Rigel was frozen in place after that sentence, but the stiffness of his motions and ceasing of his mockery did not make Aērwyn feel any better. His face was a reflection of contained ire.

Aērwyn lowered her gaze to the table once she saw that, munching the fruits and fish silently.

One, two…

As much as she did not mean to be the object of Rigel’s bitterness again, her own contained feelings bothered her.

She knew it was true. She was useless. She was as weak now as she was on the day she came into the world, with no augury, no strength. So, why were echoes and trembly hands slowly taking hold of her, tighter with each passing day? Why now?

The feathered man groaned. “I struggle to understand the appeal of human blood to your species.”

Rigel tilted his head with a smirk, curls falling over his eyes. He shared a look with the brother sitting on his other side as if they knew something the man did not. And perhaps it was true since merfolk were the only ones interested in consuming blood.

Aērwyn tried not to roll her eyes at their cockiness.

She felt full, and her cheeks were warm with wine, so she turned to the god, letting the knife she was gripping fall on the table.

“I will retire now, father.”

He did not look at her, simply nodded and waved his hand as he continued his conversation with someone a few seats away.

Rigel snorted as she pushed her chair back to get up, and when she gave him a look, he wiggled his eyebrows with mirth in his eyes.

“What?” She asked.

“Not going to the surface with us tonight?”

“Rigel,” Edmyn warned.

“You know I won't.” Aērwyn answered.

He smirked behind his cup again. “Yes, I do.”

She wanted to scream at his satisfaction. To grip his hair when her other brother laughed at the interaction. But decided to do as she always did: ignore it.

“I will walk you,” Edmyn whispered to her, looking up.

Aērwyn shook her head, ignoring the dryness in her mouth.

“I’m fine.”

Her hands immediately started the motion of pulling her skirts up to her thighs when she reached the door of her bedroom.

She sat on the floor without refinement after accidentally stumbling over the leftovers of another failed attempt to make an ink shell, like an anchor being thrown, and a sigh of relief left her lips at the cool sensation of the floor; eyes closing as she rested her back on the bed frame.

There was a… worry, right there, flourishing in the back of her mind. A worry about all and nothing, about her and everyone else, more saddening than ever since that question was brought upon her: What do you do?

Every time that feeling touched her, it made her dread the next days, months, and years.

Before the consolation of her seclusion could find her, a soft blow kissed her exposed skin.

“You are no mermaid.”

Aērwyn gasped, head snapping to the door.

Under the dim light of the moon, Naria seemed to float with each step she took.

She had never approached Aērwyn intending to talk to her directly before that night, and she would never even guess that she knew how to find her bedroom so quickly.

Did she follow me?

It was terrifying to be at the receiving end of her grey stare when they were alone, in the dark.

“Goddess,” She bowed her head.

“Get up.”

Aērwyn did it without questioning.

“Are you not going to tell me anything?” Naria asked.

Tell her what?

Oh…

Did she think…

“I am not the traitor my father is looking for—”

Naria’s annoyed groan cut her. “I know that. I speak of your flaws. Your missing parts.”

“I am used to hearing about my lack of mermaid traits,” Was the honest answer Aērwyn had to offer.

Naria came closer, taking one of her hands and lifting the arm, inspecting it. “I thought you were born with all of them hidden. That you would learn to display them eventually. You are almost seventeen, child.”

Aērwyn’s throat began to burn like never before. She could hear Rigel’s laugh as if it floated around the room.

Naria continued her questioning.

“Can you sing?”

“I enjoy it.”

“Be direct,” She snapped. “You can't charm anyone, can you?”

“No.”

“No scales…” She tilted her head to the left, then to the right. “No glowing eyes, no voice. What are you?”

Aērwyn hesitated.

“A mermaid.”

The goddess dropped her hand with a scoff.

“An unfortunate one.”

Aērwyn waited another ten seconds after her door closed to let out the sob she was holding.

It left her like a thunder of melancholy blended with the confusion about the reason behind this treatment, and she had to cover her mouth to keep the cry from growing louder.

Yes, she could handle the occasional insults from her siblings, but the disdain of a goddess had to be earned.

How was her existence such a heinous offence?

She kicked the ink shell with enough force to make it hit the wall with a bang.

When the crying ceased, that night had successfully shown her a sensation of emptiness she was not familiar with, and the days of dread and anger became more frequent.

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