#literally shut the fuck up forever challenge

[prudencepaccard]

really really sick of randos having opinions about my body hair

[hercarisntyours]

happy 10th birthday to the stupid marshmellow robot ig

[gayestcowboy]

of COURSE terfs are complaining about nimona 🙄

[inkskinned]

okay if you're really cool about things, i can be honest with you. before you read further, decide if you're a girl's girl. if you're cool and actually cool or like not cool.

men don't talk in my book because i was fuckken tired of the way they're the center of every fucking story. i was tired of how every story takes a moment to let them talk. men can shut up for literally one fucking book.

unfortunately not everyone is cool. professionally what i usually say is i didn't want to add violence to the world. the only men in my book are abusers, so they don't get to talk. they don't get to take up space. they ruined my life, they don't get to have their words echo anymore.

because like, yeah! you find practically any story about a person surviving trauma and... there's a man at the center. men are often rescuing us from these things. a "good man" is always standing around, being a good man, proving to the victim that good men are the real men. that her experience was unique rather than universal.

the redacted text has not been taken well by all of my early readers. there is this weird, crouching growl that keeps occurring with men-of-a-certain-age. why don't we hear his side of the story?

when i sat down to write everything that happened to me, i couldn't look at the frank brutality of my abuser's words on a page and think to myself: i actually let him speak like that. i had to redact his words from the manuscript. i then left it redacted. no victim is going to read this book and hear the person who hurt them. it is a book for the victims to speak. abusers shut up challenge, forever. for eternity.

my father once told me, chuckling, i should just have a page of redaction where i let the man just finally talk. it is funny to joke about how we should make a whole page in my book about a man that hurt me. this was not the only time someone commented - it feels like you're hiding things. how do i know you're actually a victim if he doesn't get to speak?

there are books where women aren't even present. i even genuinely like some of those books. like, who doesn't like the hobbit?

i keep running into people defending this imaginary man. the default narrative is so true to some people that they will defend any man, just by virtue of the assumption - "if he's acting like that, you had to push him." certain people need definitive proof that you didn't accidentally make your partner into an abuser. they need to decide if you deserved it, because they want to be able to judge you.

which makes sense, i guess, from a hind brain perspective. if you can figure out "why" someone was cruel, you can protect yourself against it. if you defend the bully, the bully might side with you. i don't really know their explanation for feeling this about a character in a book. trust me, i wrote the guy. he is not going to protect you.

i guess i just - there was a time in my life where i desperately wanted anyone to defend me. where i could have really used someone saying holy shit are you okay instead of what did you say to make him act like that to you.

instead, over dinner, a friend-of-a-friend i just met is pouring herself wine. i heard you wrote a book, she says. she gives me the kind of chilly smile i associate with knives. i heard it's unfair to men.

[livingformintyoongi]

Yoongi and yn: friends.

They are playing truth or dare (the spicy kind, but ALL VERY CONSENSUAL!!!!!) with some friends at this pool party (note: they are all in swimwear).

Their friends know they like each other so they dare Yoongi to kiss her inner thighs, and yn to kiss his happy trail.

Next round they ask him to kiss her 🍒 and her to put her hands inside his swim trunks and stroke his 🍆 (again, ALL VERY CONSENSUAL!!!!!!!!)

She gets very horny by it so she excuses herself to one of the rooms and Yoongi follows her, they have a bit of a talk about what happened back there and he tells her that he was left wishing he could finish what he started and she tells that she can finish it now. He uses some of that 👅 technology with her and then fucks her silly (Yoongi is kind of obsessed with readers big🍒,she is older by 1year)

When they are done, their friends are waiting for them outside laughing and saying that their plan worked

thankyouuuu 💕💕💕💕

Pool Party

a/n: This is literally the longest thing I've ever written lol. I had quite a lot of fun making it, hope you liked it ^^. Sorry it took me so long, I wanted to make the dividers for this request myself, mostly because it takes me a long time to find one I like for the shots. Here is a photo of Yoongi and Reader's swimsuits, so that you have a clear picture of what they are wearing. warnings: a kind of semi public sex (?, Big dick Yoongi, Reader is a year older than Yoongi, blowjob (f gets), a little praise kink, Yoongi and reader throw in a joke or two during sex, unprotected sex (please don't do this, always use a condom), drunk sex. wc: 4.7k

"What did you say?" you looked at Soyeon, feeling your heart race at her comment.

"Did I speak too softly? I'm sorry," she smiled that Machiavellian smile you knew so well. They always meant trouble, "I told Yoongi to kiss your inner thigh, is that a problem? Because if it is I can take back the challenge" she pointed to a bottle of vinegar next to her, "you can always have a shot of vinegar in return".

You looked at Yoongi, both of you looking slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but not exactly because you didn't want to. Yoongi was dying to bite your thighs, and you were dying to feel his lips against it, the problem was the situation. You didn't want him to kiss your inner thigh on a dare.

You sighed in defeat, hoping that would make everyone think you didn't want to do it. None, with the exception of Yoongi, believed it.

"You don't need to do it if you don't want to," Yoongi muttered, taking the bottle of vinegar, trying his hardest not to grimace.

"Wait!" You snatched the bottle out of his hands, tossing it to Taehyung, who had no problem catching it. "I absolutely refuse to let you drink that shit, Yoongi."

Everyone fell silent, staring at you. 

"Do you need me to spread my legs?" you looked at Yoongi, blushing heavily as you realised how bad that sounded, "Because of the challenge, obviously, it'll be a lot easier that way."

"Sure" he looked away from you, shaking his hair with his left hand.

You couldn't help but be even more embarrassed to see that Yoongi had also blushed at your answer. From now on you will keep your mouth shut until the game is over.

"Alright, stop making us wait, the night is long, but not forever" Soyeon shouted, laughing softly as she watched you and Yoongi move around rather awkwardly.

How was he supposed to kiss the inside of your thigh? Should you stand up? Lie down? Lean back a little?

In the end you opted for the last one. You waited until Yoongi was in front of you before you leaned back, supporting yourself with your forearms. You grimaced as you felt the small stones on the floor bury themselves into your skin.

"Are you really comfortable with this? I don't mind having a bit of that stuff." Yoongi grabbed your calf, lifting it just enough so that you could rest your heel on his shoulder.

You discreetly licked your lips as you felt your mouth suddenly go dry. Yoongi had no idea of the power he had over you, and that pleased you as much as it frightened you.

"It doesn't bother me, really, it's just a stupid challenge anyway". You nodded quickly, trying to let the gesture imply that you didn't really have a problem with the situation, because you really didn't.

"Good" you smiled as you watched his shoulders relax. He gently caressed your calf, bringing his mouth close to your leg.

For a second you completely forgot that you were in the pool of Jiah, one of your best friends, surrounded by all your other friends, who were pretty focused on your interaction. Everyone was sick of the tension between the two of you, seriously hoping that in this game one of you would take the next step.

He moved down until his nose brushed against the inside of your thigh. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and had to bite the inside of your lip to keep from gasping when Yoongi placed his lips against your skin. You mentally crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn't noticed the sudden spasm you felt from the touch of his lips on your leg.

It felt good. You wouldn't tell him.

"I thought you would never finish," laughed Jiwon, taking a sip of his beer, she shared a knowing look with Soyeon, but both you and Yoongi were too distracted to notice, "It's my turn to ask someone to do the next challenge, right?

Jungkook, her boyfriend, nodded fervently, grinning from ear to ear. He seriously thought the next challenge would be for him, and would involve something like what you and Yoongi just did.

Poor fool.

"Yoongi, stay there," her smile grew even bigger as Yoongi turned to see her with a slight frown, "I need you right there for my challenge," she muttered, drinking what little was left of her can and passing it to Jungkook. He was quick to take it and exchange it for a completely full one. She didn't finish speaking until Jungkook opened the new can for her. "Kiss his happy trail," she murmured, taking two straws and slipping them into the beer can.

"You want me to do what?" you looked at Jiwon, choking on your saliva. She definitely hadn't just asked you to do that.

"You heard me perfect, don't play dumb, I know you're not" she laughed mockingly, or maliciously, you weren't sure, both seemed like perfect words to you to describe the horrible way she had just teased you. 

You looked at Yoongi, noticing how he also seemed surprised, and quite embarrassed, by the challenge Jiwon had given you.

"You know, it's kind of like an eye for an eye, it's pretty much the same thing he did for you, I don't see what's so hard about it." She extended her beer to Jungkook's side, waiting for him to take some from one of the straws she'd put out earlier. You hated how quiet she looked, so comfortable with her bunny-faced boyfriend. You'd get your revenge for this.

"Fine," you grunted, glaring at Yoongi. You crawled on your knees until you were face to face with his abdomen. You regretted it almost immediately as you felt the stones scrape your knees. This was all Soyeon and Jiwon's fault. They were terrible friends. Awful. 

"Uhm, Noona, I..." muttered Yoongi, stumbling over the words.

You looked up, seeing his face. It was red, too red, from his cheeks to his neck and ears, his lower lip trembling slowly, as if he was trying to say something and his nerves wouldn't let him speak. There were no words to describe how cute you thought this boy was. 

"I'll make it quick, don't worry" you tried to smile at him, not wanting him to notice how nervous you were too. When was the last time you did this with a man? You didn't really remember. You tried to push the thought out of your head, pushing your hair aside. 

Yoongi for his part had no idea what to do. You were on your knees in front of him, wearing a bathing suit that showed off your figure too well, and you had just arranged your hair as if you were about to give him a blowjob. He really wanted you to give him one right now.

His whole body trembled as he felt your fluffy lips kiss his lower abdomen. They felt so good, so soft, so wet. He couldn't help but wonder if you were wearing that strawberry lip gloss you always carried in your handbag. He always wanted to taste your lips with that lip gloss on. He'd want to taste them with or without.

He clenched his hands at his sides as he felt your mouth barely brush against the elastic of his swim trunks, he wanted so badly to grab your hair and shove his cock in your mouth. It was a shame that there were 12 other people here watching. If it wasn't for that, he would have done it without a second thought.

"Ready" you muttered, sitting back down on the floor. You took a big breath of air as discreetly as you could. You were starting to get hot. "Easy, isn't it?" you smiled at Yoongi.

He smiled back at you, sitting down next to you, just like you were before Soyeon started with the odd challenges. "Easier impossible.”

It had been two hours since Soyeon and Jiwon had done their challenges. Everyone was much drunker than they were then, and as the rounds progressed the challenges had become more and more intense. Jungkook and Soomin had to separate Jimin and Soyeon at some point in the night.

It was now two forty-five in the morning. The vinegar bottle was still full, and none of you had any intention of emptying even a drop. Perhaps that was why Yoongi did not hesitate to accept the challenge Jungkook had given him a few seconds ago.

"I'm only supposed to kiss one?" he muttered, looking at Jungkook with dilated pupils and slightly flushed cheeks. You thought he looked really cute drunk.

"Unless you want to kiss both of her breasts, yeah, just one," he laughed teasingly, resting his chin on Jiwon's shoulder. They had gotten that way after Namjoon dared Jungkook to do a "private" dance for her.

"Fine," he nodded. The alcohol had given him all the courage he'd lacked the previous times.

You looked at him with drunken eyes, probably looking the same or worse than him. He didn't seem to care, so who cares?

He bent down to your height and grabbed the sides of your waist. You gasped as you felt his cold fingers brush against you.

"You're cold," you muttered, frowning at him. Your features trembled a little as you saw a mischievous smirk on his lips. 

"Sorry, I promise my lips aren't as cold... probably" he whispered against the skin of your breasts. You shivered slightly without being able to help it.

He followed the challenge just as Jungkook had said, he only kissed one, but you didn't expect him to kiss it in such a lascivious way. You even gasped as you felt his warm tongue brush against the cold skin of your breasts. You felt so embarrassed as you remembered that your friends were watching this.

"Ready" he murmured, watching as the skin he had kissed glowed in the moonlight. He felt so proud of himself.

"My turn," exclaimed Taehyung excitedly. You turned to look at him, grimacing as you saw how his gaze was fixed on you. You hated everyone in this room, everyone was participating in a conspiracy against you. "Y/N."

"Taehyung" you raised your eyebrows, staring at him. You were sure it wouldn't be that bad, it shouldn't be.

"I want you to touch Yoongi's dick," he gave you that shit-eating grin he only gave when he knew what he was asking you to do was a load of shit. 

You had to take a second to process what he just said.

"You want me to touch his cock?" you furrowed your brow in confusion, why was he asking you that?

He nodded with a big smile, "Under the bathing suit, if you do it on top you must drink half a shot."

"You're shit, you and everyone else," you pointed at them all, snorting, "except Soomin, Yoori and Hobi, you are too good for this world, and this group." 

"Wait, are you really going to do it?" Suddenly all the drunkenness went out of Yoongi. You were going to touch his member right at this moment, you had never done it before, not even in his wildest dreams (he never got to the foreplay part, his brain always skipped that part).

"I don't plan to drink vinegar, Yoongi" you looked at his crotch and then his face, "Or do you want me not to?".

"No, it’s okay, that must taste awful" he mumbled quickly, watching every move you made.

A lump formed in his throat as he watched your hand move closer to his lap.

"Okay" you moved a little closer, trying to get your hand past the waistband of the swimsuit. It was not lost on you how his abdomen tensed at the feel of your fingers.

Your hands were also terribly cold. He seriously tried not to let you notice how good it felt to feel your fingertips run delicately over his pelvis.

You tried not to look at his face as you lowered your hand. You felt too nervous to do this. You wanted to look on the bright side of the situation, maybe this would help you get along much better in the future. 

"Where-?" you interrupted yourself with a gasp, turning to look at Yoongi with your mouth open.

He too turned to look at you, just as red and surprised as you were.

"What? what happened?" Soomin, whose eyes Taehyung had covered so she couldn't see anything, spoke in confusion.

You wanted to answer her, you really did, but how the fuck were you telling her that you had just touched the biggest dick of your life? And that wasn't even erect, what did Yoongi eat to have a member like that?

"N-nothing" you mumbled, pulling your hand out carefully. Now you would never look at Yoongi the same way again. You definitely wouldn't think of him the same way. Neither of him nor of his member. "I'm going to go lie down, I'm a little tired" you excused yourself, getting up and walking as quietly as you could inside the house. You knew that if you were still there you would be given stronger challenges than you had already been given.

You walked to the guest room, one of the many in Jiah's house. You always stayed in the same one, you even had a change of clothes in the closet. You were very grateful for that right now.

As soon as you opened the door the sound of footsteps behind you made you stop. You turned to see who it was. You were a little surprised to see Yoongi standing a few steps further than you. 

"Noona" he mumbled, hesitating a bit on whether to move closer to you or not.

"Yes?" you cocked your head slightly, waiting for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say.

"Do you think we could talk? It'll be short, I promise."

"Sure" you smiled at him, hoping it really would be something short. You needed to tend to yourself soon. Your crotch was starting to ache.

He nodded his head by way of thanks, moving the remaining steps to stand next to you. It didn't take him long to enter the room you were going to stay in.

You closed the door once you were inside, you hated having the doors open. You stood watching him from there, you were quite confused, but you knew Yoongi wasn't one to ask to talk to someone for anything, so you waited patiently.

"I wanted to talk about what happened downstairs" he mumbled, sitting down on the edge of the bed you would be sleeping on today. 

"Did you feel very uncomfortable?" you grimaced, scratching your neck nervously, "I'm seriously sorry, I wasn't-".

"I want to continue," he interrupted you mid-sentence, glaring at you. You had to lean against the door to keep from falling.

"Continue?" you whispered, watching as he gave you that mean smile again that he had put on a few minutes ago. He stood up again, moving close enough for you to feel his breath collide with yours.

"Don't you want the same?" he moved to your shoulder, kissing the bare skin.

You closed your eyes instinctively, letting out a barely audible sigh. You brought your hands to his waist, grabbing his black shirt with white sheets. You crinkled the fabric between your fingers as the kisses on your neck began to get messier. It felt so good.

"You smell so good" he whispered next to your ear, his hands snaking around your waist until they reached the bottom of your bathing suit. He didn't hesitate to fiddle with them, making as if to reach under the fabric with his hands.

You growled under your breath. "I don't like being played with, Yoongi."

He chuckled softly in response, lowering his hands until he reached your thighs. You squealed as you felt him lift you off the floor and carry you in his arms to the bed.

"Good, then there will be no games," he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

You dropped your gaze almost instantly. You loved Yoongi's body so much. He wasn't thin to an extreme level, nor was he overly muscular. He had just enough and just enough, and that was what you found most attractive about him. That and his skin. 

You always thought his skin was perfect for marking or biting. It was so white and sensitive, so inviting. 

"Red looks so good on you" he murmured, taking your leg and lifting it. As soon as he was the right distance away he kissed your calf. His other hand took over caressing your other leg.

His kisses went up until they reached your inner thigh. Right at the point where it all started. Yoongi licked his lips, looking at your swimsuit. "May I?"

You nodded quickly, biting your inner lip as you watched him start to pull down the bottom of your swimsuit. You couldn't help but moan softly as you felt the cool air hit your core.

Yoongi paused for a moment, taking his time to observe your femininity. He was quite surprised by the fact that he wasn't doing anything yet and you were already wet. He ran his fingers around your entrance, gathering your juices and spreading them around your entrance.

You curved your back a little, closing your eyes tightly as you bit your tongue. You weren't the only ones in the house, you couldn't make a sound. 

You listened as he let out a mocking laugh. "Noona, are your moans usually loud? why are you covering your mouth? Most must know we're fucking in the guest room anyway, don't you think?" he moved his face closer to your entrance, smiling as he watched your pussy clench around nothing.

"Shut the fuck up and do something" you growled, grabbing hold of the first thing you could find. Well, actually you just used that as an excuse, you really wanted to grab onto his hair.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and listened to you. He stuck his face between your legs and, just as you asked him to, he put the horseplay aside and started fucking your pussy with his tongue.

The scream you gave had probably alerted everyone in the house to what was going on between the two of you. 

You covered your mouth as fast as you could, pulling with all your might on Yoongi's hair. You'd heard he knew how to use his tongue well, but you didn't think he'd be so good at this. The son of a bitch deserved a prize in honor of this.

Yoongi's tongue touched the exact spots that made your whole body tense and tremble at the same time. It was so overwhelming and addictive at the same time. You tried to lift your hips to feel him closer, but his hands held you in place with just enough strength not to cause you harm. 

"Yoongi" you gasped, closing your eyes tightly, "you’re so good at this."

He only answered you with a grunt that caused your whole body to stir in place. He liked being complimented by you much more than he thought he would, the fact that his cock got even harder just hearing you say how well he was doing it gave him an idea.

"Faster" you moaned, tugging on his hair. This was so much better than any one-night stand you'd had in the past.

You frowned as you felt his tongue flick out of your pussy. You thought you were going well, you were enjoying it, he seemed to have been enjoying it, or at least you felt that way with the way he had just eaten you.

"Why did you stop?" you murmured, watching him stand up straight as he wiped his chin covered by your games with his wrist.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't find it sexy.

"Spread your legs."

You nodded, still confused, but ready to accept whatever he was going to give you. Except you weren't as ready as you thought you were. 

He took off his bathing suit, leaving it somewhere in the bedroom. 

It was inevitable not to see it, I mean, how could you not see that thing? 

Yoongi laughed as he noticed that your eyes were fixed on his member. "Scared?" he said teasingly, kissing your collarbone.

"Oh, yeah?" you replied with obviousness, looking at him with raised eyebrows, "I really don't give a shit about boosting your ego, but man, that thing seems to have a life of its own, I'm surprised you're surprised I'm scared of it."

"I'm trying to be serious here" he laughed softly, lining up his member at your entrance.

"Yeah, I'm serious too, you know? Besides- Oh my god" you moaned, slapping Yoongi's back.

He thrust his member all at once inside you, did it hurt? A little, did you like it? Absolutely. You were more than sure that never, with any other man, had you ever felt so full. You could get used to this feeling.

Yoongi took both your legs, putting them around his waist. "I'm going to start moving, okay?".

You nodded barely, taking a deep breath. You wanted to keep all your concentration on not moaning as if your life depended on it. 

Yoongi, on the other hand, wanted to make you scream loud enough to let the whole neighborhood know you were fucking. Or at least that's what you thought he thought when he started ramming you roughly.

"Y-yoongi, wait" you gasped, clinging to his back. You'd probably leave some nasty scratches. "I-if you do it this hard I won't be able to..." you bit your tongue as you felt his tongue start to play with your nipples. He seriously wasn't going for teasing.

"Stop holding back" he murmured, pulling on your left nipple hard as his tongue and teeth tended to your right nipple. You hadn't even noticed that he had removed the top of your bathing suit. "I want to hear you moan my name, why don't you? Everyone here wanted us to end up like this anyway, I don't see what the problem is in letting them know I'm fucking you."

When he noticed that you were willing to keep quiet to maintain your dignity in front of your friends, Yoongi didn't hesitate to make his onslaught faster and harder, enough to make the bed move and the backrest hit the wall.

Whether you groaned or not, one of them would notice what was happening just by the sound of the bed.

You were going to kill Yoongi after this.

You let your head fall on the sheets of the guest bed. You hesitated a bit at first, but decided to listen to Yoongi, he was right anyway, it was your friends who wanted this to happen, now they couldn't complain.

As soon as you stopped holding your moans, Yoongi started to get even more out of control, as if that were possible. He grabbed your waist with one hand while with the other he continued to amuse himself with your breast, smiling as he noticed that they were big enough to not fit in his hands. 

You whimpered as he bit your nipple and pulled hard on it. You couldn't help but squirm under him. 

"Yoongi" you moaned in his ear, clinging to his back as if your life depended on it.

"Yes?" he murmured against your chest, starting to suck on it and leave little kisses around your nipples. 

"I... it's... I don't know if I can..." you growled under your breath as you realized you couldn't finish the sentence even if you wanted to. Every time you finished a word, Yoongi gave you an even harder thrust than the last.

He smiled, lifting his face to come face to face with you. "Are you close?" he whispered against your lips, lowering the hand he had on your waist to your femininity. It was only enough for him to touch your clitoris for your entire body to tremble and melt at his touch. "Don't worry, I got you."

You sighed, looking up at Yoongi. He was enchanted by the sight. He'd dreamed of this a lot before, but to have you under him with your breasts bouncing and glistening from sucking them earlier, to see you with that look that screamed out in leagues that you were having the best fuck ever, your pussy clenching his cock every time he tugged or sucked on your nipples. This definitely far surpassed your imagination.

"I'm going to-" you moaned loudly, closing your eyes tightly. Yoongi had rammed against your G-spot too hard, and you seriously regretted that. He wasn't going to let it go, you noticed as you saw his teasing gaze fix on yours.

Just as you thought, Yoongi kept hitting your sensitive spot, increasing the speed of his thumb on your clitoris. At this point you weren't even straining to close your mouth anymore, you were hesitant to even be able to do so. You felt Yoongi's cock start to twist inside you and smiled to yourself. You were glad you weren't the only one reaching her limit.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he growled in your ear, quickening the pace of his onslaught as his gasps and hoarse moans grew louder. "I waited so long to be able to fuck you, I dreamed of this so many times."

Yoongi gave a low moan as he felt you squeeze his cock too hard, "I-if you do that I won't be able to take much more" he murmured, brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead and looking up at you.

You laughed between gasps, hugging his neck, "It's okay, I got you" you smiled at him, repeating the same words he had given you earlier.

It only took those words and the sight of your smiling face to make Yoongi come inside you hard, pressing his hips with yours until absolutely all of his cum came out of his member.

You came soon after, moaning softly as you felt yourself finally reaching your long awaited release. 

You both stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, waiting to come down from your euphoria.

"I think we're going to have to change the sheets" you laughed softly, stroking Yoongi's lower back.

He nodded in agreement, leaving a soft kiss on your collarbone. "I'll go get a towel to clean you up, wait here," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was sweet and slow, and you liked it so much you came within an inch of begging him to stay and forget the stupid towel. You weren't able to.

Yoongi came out of you gently. You both groaned before the sensation. You were starting to miss the way his cock felt inside you. He grabbed his bathing suit and carefully put it on, leaving the room but not before you checked the hallway. He didn't want to open the door and have someone see you in that state.

He went downstairs and walked to the closet where he knew Jiah kept a couple of towels and sheets. He took the opportunity to pull out some clean ones.

"Yoongi, you're here" Soomin approached him. She was bringing two glasses of strawberry juice. He was still touched to see how she totally refused to drink alcohol at parties just so she could bring Taehyung home safe and sound. "I thought you wouldn't leave the room after all the fuss you made."

Yoongi felt his whole face light up beyond belief. He totally regretted asking you moaning out loud.

"Here," she extended one of the glasses in his direction. Still a little confused, he took the glass with his free hand, "She must have a bit of a dry throat, ask her to drink some," Soomin smiled kindly at him, taking her purse and pulling a pill out of it, "I don't think you want to have children at the beginning of your relationship."

He felt a tightness in his chest as he thought about what Soomin said. The beginning of a relationship... It sounded amazing to him.

"Thanks, I owe you one" he smiled back at her, hurrying up the stairs to come back to you. He smiled internally at the thought that this would be the first of many nights together.

Materlist.

[jellojelli]

Aventurine Boyfriend Headcanons

*a/n: I'll never not be salty that he's the only stoneheart I'm missing right now. I could've had the three available, but no, I took a break during his run time*

As always, 🛑Minors DNI🛑

SFW

Aventurine as a boyfriend can feel kind of hot and cold

everyday is different with him, and that can be very challenging. Will you get you're sweet Kakavasha? Or the cocky and arrogant Stoneheart?

Nobody knows. Not even him.

So if you really want this man you have to be paitent and willing to adapt and help him through his somewhat toxic behaviors. Because lets face it, they can be very toxic at times

This is because of his past and the insecurities they gave him when it came to dealing with other people. I mean, he was told when he was young that his worth was only 30 copper coins, and why would someone like you want to stay with someone like him? Especially with the brand he has on his neck

If you're willing to help him or at least just be there for him during his cold phases you'll have his heart forever. I mean that. Aventurine can be the biggest sap in the entire universe if you let him be

Not only can he be a sap, he's a big spoiler. Every credit he has is basically yours at this point

Constantly wiring money to you, bringing home gifts after missions, taking you shopping even though your closet couldn't possibly fit even one more thing, Aventurine does it all, no credit is wasted if it's for you

that being said, he enjoys giving you handmade things too. At first it was sort of like a test, see if you only like him for his money, but once he sees that you love the gift just as much or even more than the bought stuff his walls are crumbling and are in shambles

God forbid you make him something

It could be a little origami made from a gum wrapper and he keeps it on him like it's made of gold or soemthing

and if you make anything that requires a lot of effort, skill, and/or time? Aeons above help whoever he speaks to Ratio and Topaz

He will not, and i repeat, WILL NOT shut up about whatever you've made for him. And if he can bring it with? Yeah, it's another good luck charm no matter if it's a little cumbersome

They wish he'd stop talking and showing pictures of the same thing everyday

I see him as someone to keep a photo of you in his wallet. He goes on missions for a long time sometimes, and he can't always video call you, so the picture in his wallet will have to do

Don't get your hopes up that its something sappy and cute, its the ugliest sleeping photo of you you've ever seen. Hair in knots, drool, face smushed into the bed, and you're in the craziest pose you've ever seen

But he loves that photo the most and he will fight you for the right to keep it in his wallet so don't even try to replace it or take it away from him, you wouldn't win anyways

Don't even think about getting into danger around him or telling him about something stupid you want/have done. He will literally drag you back home and either prevent you from going, or scold you for having done the thing. and if you somehow manage to convince him to do the dangerous thing, he's coming with and shielding you up so much that it's not even a challenge for you anymore

Another thing, because he can sometimes try to push you away you both get into fights on ocassion. Don't take it to heart, he doesn't even mean anything he says, he just subconsiously thinks that you're going to leave him for someone he deems better i mean, you have been hanging around that doc recently....what if you like him more?

He's punching himself in the face though after every mean word he says, so don't even worry about him not feeling bad about the fight or his words, because he feels awful and stupid and he's damn near begging you not to leave him over it

Kakavasha just loves you too much....

NSFW

This man right here is nasty nasty bro

like one second he'll have you against the wall fucking into you like an animal and the next your face is pressed into the mattress as the entire bed shakes and slams against the wall rip your neighbors rest if you live in an apartment

He doesn't consider it a successful fuck unless you can't walk and can't remember anything other than his name, if you can still talk, you can give him another <3

This man is probably into everything under the sun and more

I'm talking toys, hair pulling, spitting, spanking, degrading, praise, if you can think it, he's probably into it tbh

Would he overstimulate you or edge you?

Both

he'd edge you until you're basically crying and then make you cum so much you think you're about to pass away

This man, this man right here, is a certified m u n c h

He'd eat you out breakfast, lunch, and dinner if you'd really let him

His favorite for giving oral is any position where he can keep you anchored right on his mouth so you can't squirm away

Don't even try it hon, he'll grip your hips so hard it bruises and pull you back, giving you a look like you just called him a bitch and slapped him

dear aeons above and below he loves using toys on you

any toy is good enough for him, no matter if you want him to use it on you, or if you want to use it on him

that's another thing, this man can dom and sub with ease. He has no issue doing either or both in a night, whatever it takes to get you to cum is on the table

Fuck/peg this man

he will wimper, he will whine, and he will be a brat the entire time you're pushing into him

And all those kinks he's into? That's not just one way. Every kink he'd do to you, you can do to him without question

Safe word is probably something dumb that he thought of at work instead of working... like IPC, or stonehearts...He's lame but it sure will snap either of you out of it

Aftercare king and you can't convince me otherwise

He knows he can go rough, and maybe just a tad over the top, so you're getting the princess/prince treatment after you guys have sex

Bath, water, food, all the softest clothing he's ever bought you, fresh silk sheets before you lay back down, a massage, you name it, he's on it

Pillow talk for sure, he just likes to hear you talk, doesn't have to be anything serious or thought out, you can literally just ask him if he'd still love you as a worm and he'd be happy to answer <3

It's no btw <3

Masterlist

[moonshynecybin]

hmmm idk if this is anything, but rosquez as romcom co stars that keep getting cast together even though they hateee each other but the chemistry is too good?

this is fun because like. it keeps some of my favorite little rosquez saw traps and wraps them up for me like a little treat. forced proximity public pda and EXTREME media scrutiny kind of their bread and butter tbh. make them crazy make them kiss im watching like tashi in the hotel scene in challengers

like marc as a young tom cruise esque (sorry. SORRY. im sorryyyyy) action star who does all of his own stunts loves the physicality of acting loves getting to pretend to do crazy stuff and be a HEROOOO but still kind of plays the same exact character every time. BIG smile always standing on apple boxes to make himself seem taller as he attempts to generate chemistry with whatever actress is his badly written love interest of the day (marc would be SO good in the mission impossible movies im sorry he WOULD be like. can i parachute off of a motorcycle into a ravine please please please youre NOTHING. santi is his extremely stressed stunt coordinator. lmao.) versus vale who came up doing indie movies as a teen in the 90s (his lil face would DOMINATE gay cinephile gifset tumblr) before launching himself to super stardom with a string of successful comedies and sort of settling into that because its easy... secretly frustrated no one will let him bust out his drama chops... BIG chip on his shoulder here a la leaving honda for yamaha etc

so eventually both of them are getting a little tired of being pigeon holed. and decide 2 book a serious ass gay romantic drama. they are tired of being hailed as the kings of fiction for the masses and they want to win at acting!! they get into the chemistry read (marc is still pretty young i think) and its. insane. INSTANT. james dean and marlon brando levels of ARE YOU TWO FUCKING?? but they literally just met. and marc has been a fan of vale's forever but not just the comedies also his earlier dramatic stuff (apocalyptic little gay crush) and they have similar taste in movies and vale is sooooo funny and it is OFF to the races. like. i cannot emphasize this enough they are fucking the WHOLE time. every scene in this movie its just leaping off the screen... they go in to film and its like that BTS clip of the americans where the director was having matthew rhys and keri russell do a sex scene and theyre suspiciously comfortable pretending to 69 and he turns to his assistant and just goes. oh yeah these guys have fucked. they are wayyyy to comfy hitching the other's pussy into their face lmao. just fucking going for it. the director is like hey guys. can you tone it down a little. marc biggggg smile okayyyyyy :3

and the movie comes out and they attend the premiere all smiley and bouncy and feeling really good about the project and then, theyy watch it. and its like. uh oh! not a lot of acting happening there ! um. best performance of either of their careers and they both look at it an can identify all the points they werent acting like evil little signal flares.... and vale shuts marc out HARD yadayadayada the Usual Rosquez Breakup Ensues.... until they both get cast in a revival of the brokeback mountain stage play and shit pops off in the most nuclear explosion of horny heartbreak to ever hit the STAGE…

[yakuzacasual]

Game of choice

Round of rapidfire late-night thoughts based entirely in my own gaming experience of a european, and things i've gotten through osmosis.

What kind of games they play with Yagami, Kaito, Sugiura, Higashi, Tsukumo, Mafuyu, Saori, Hoshino, Kuwana

Yagami needs his mental stimulation, with how many cases of his end up being a literal wild goose chase. He would totally be into Layton games and maybe even Ace Attorney if we feel a little on the nose. Eventually falls victim to the Spike Chunsoft pipeline from Danganronpa, through AI: Somnium Files, to Zero Escape series. 999 is now his favourite.

Kaito only cares about multiplayer shooting games with his buds. Rainbow Six Siege, Battlefield, PUGB you name it - he probably tried it. Aside from CS:GO, he was banned from ever trying CS:GO by Sugiura. Got roped into Fortnite along the way and although he clearly enjoys it, he keeps complaining it's clearly for kids.

Sugiura plays pretty much anything popular - Minecraft, Fortnite, GTA, Valorant - usually just to kill time. He doesn't care all that much about having "experiences that will change the trajectory of his life forever", as Tsukumo puts it. What only a handful of people know, however, is that he is absolutely INSANE about Mirror's Edge. Go figure.

Higashi will let his history nerd run wild and will put his hands on anything samurai period drama adjacent. He's been through things such as Ghost of Tsushima, Ishin and will brave the toughest of challenges in Sekiro and Nioh for his dose of the good shit. Recently he's been even caught trying out Katana Zero and despite not being his usual kind of setting, he ends up loving it.

Tsukumo is a League of Legends youth survivor and years clean of the cancer that enveloped him. These days he's neck deep into jrpgs and visual novels of all kinds. Most notably, he is THE Xenoblade Chronicles fan and has played literally every entry in and adjacent to the Megami Tensei series. Refuses to talk about Persona though, absolute SMT truther.

Mafuyu is the absolute casual girly player, with hundreds of thousands of hours in between things like Fashion Dreamer, every Sims generation and a touch of Splatoon when nobody's watching. Was there back when Flash games were a thing, where she would spend all evenings on the dress-ups and Devillish Hairdresser. Probably played Stardoll or something.

Saori finds herself lured into the strange appeal of Cultist Simulator, which somehow escalated into her being insane about Lobotomy Company and Library of Ruina. I don't know either. Suffice to say, she enjoys card and management games, with a bit of weird fucking lore on the side. At times she emerges from her solo player cave to kick people's asses in Dead By Daylight - she can WRECK with any killer.

Hoshino was there for the Giant Dad phase and has, ever since, remained one of the greatest, most viscious Dark Souls PVPers. Bro used to have absolutely no mercy with his neigh beast skill in the game and if you squint, he might've won a DS speedrun competition once or twice. These days he only logs in to help in multi (think along the lines of Let Me Solo Her) and will not shut up about Disco Elysium.

Kuwana is yet to recover from Hotline Miami brainworms even though it has been literal years. He has tried his hand at similar recommendations like Superhot, Ruiner or Ultrakill but nothing has ever stuck quite the same way. Ends up replaying the games every year like a religious ritual. Might end up getting into Katana Zero, but ends up so pissed with the ending he vows never to give chances again.

[wraithdance]

💕 Positivity prime time! Share five things you love about yourself, four things you're excited about, OR three people you care deeply about and why. Pass this along to someone whose posts make you smile 💕 - @mikichko 💕

Hehehe hi baby! Okay so gonna get a lil gay(er) so under the cut we go! (Did the 3 ppl I care about at the end)

5 things I like about myself

Physically:

1. my beauty marks (I have like 6ish on my face and a big one on my upper lip)

2. my gapped teeth! took me getting braces just for my teeth to shift back a lil to finally think my teeth are unique/special to me lmao (special mention to my ass tho it really does go crazyyyy)

Non physically:

3) my intelligence (interpersonally, emotionally and academically), I think my way of thinking is unique to me and has allowed me to be on incredible platforms and spaces to share my thought processes

4. My creativity!! Who I am and will forever be is an artist. My connection to my life and the world will always start with viewing things as an artist first and foremost! So that gives me a layered view about beauty that I think is unique

5. My capacity to love and hate in equal measures 💀 one thing about it and two things for sure I’m all in when it comes to hating or loving someone or something. It may seem toxic but my word is my bond and my actions are something I never want misconstrued. Also I may not know what it’s like to be ‘in’ love but I can give love like nobodies business lol

3 people I care deeply about:

1. Xavi!!

I’ve already told you and Jess how much I adore you, but I got derailed and never got a chance to cry all over Xavi’s inbox lmao. I appreciate him so much because it’s just been so easy to just talk about shared experiences and get both an honest raw opinion but no judgment. I love cracking jokes and feeding off of each others energies to one up the other on the crazy nasty shit we can say lmfao.

I’ve learned a lot from him in such a short amount of time. Having someone be very vocal about not allowing me to make myself small or even challenging some of the stuff that is still toxic/unwoke from my upbringing has been really impactful for me. I don’t feel like I have to be perfectly together on a pedestal with him and it does still make me wanna balk in terror but I love my lil angel face 😭

2. Wren/Void!!

Not that I don’t appreciate them both and recognize them as separate individuals but they are like the fun part of a Kit Kat when they’re together lmaoo!! Both are so immeasurably cool and I’m fascinated by their brains so much!

Wren is such a sweetheart and the one person I think I would like to hug without absolutely having a touch repulsed avoidant fit about it lmaooo. They are so kind to me and half my jokes are because I’m trying my best to make them laugh so I cackle while typing often. I don’t think we would be allowed in the same room or else we’d for sure start some shit 😭

Void puts my wack ass cool girl attempts to shame. I literally sigh wistfully like damn why can I not shut the fuck up and be half as interesting lmao. Through engaging with them I’ve inadvertently been able to put a name to a lot of things about myself that has haunted me for years. I’m someone who is obsessively logical so even if it doesn’t make my experiences less valid, knowing I’m not making shit up is a relief. Love that I don’t have to perform attachment with them!! It’s just a head nod wassup and go lmfao!

It’s fun kind of being ships passing in the night engaging at random with them and telling jokes. Really is a highlight of my day and is again no pressure so that’s a vibe for me

3. GEMMA!!!

Another person who I admire!! Hope I don’t get punched for saying this but she holds an online older sibling slot to me in my head. I’m very happy to hear her thoughts/beliefs and she’s so sweet and caring it rots my teeth 🥹

I still feel very inadequate when faced with her truly immaculate organizational skills and her writing is so utterly phenomenal. watching her engage and work things out has been so refreshing and I’ve learned a lot! I hope to be as smart as her one day and maybe even a quarter as graceful when I decide to finally act like an adult lmfao. For now I’m content with being her cheerleader so GO GEMMA GOOOOO 📣🥳

I sometimes laugh because I’m like whoa, how have I not irritated her yet with my chaos and constant emotional whiplash lmfao. But nonetheless, I adore Gemma so much she’s one of my lil pockets of sunshine on here even if I don’t say it enough!!

[greatprotector-if]

I'm oh sooo curious, since anon asked on the other page.

Fake-out make-out scenario for the Ros?

the first part of the fake-out make-outs is here with our lovely crown kallias! galen's and v's will be up uhhh whenever i write them. hopefully within the next few days [:

“Will you stop laughing?! Go faster!”

“I’m—ha—I’m sorry, I’m trying!”

In ordinary situations, Kallias would have no trouble keeping up with you as you dash through the streets, but they’ve got a sack full of gods know what strapped to their back, and they won’t stop giggling like a child, and it’s slowing them down.

You knew this job would bring at least a little danger, but you never imagined that all the danger would have nothing to do with the crown’s royal title. Kallias attracts trouble like a horde of flies to honey, all completely on their own. Disappearing in the dead of night to challenge the cursed trees, insisting on going through the bog to save time but getting stuck, somehow getting snatched up by a gryphon the one time you thought they were behaving.

This time, it's a horde of bandits, which wouldn’t sound like Kallias’ fault, except it is. They set their camp on fire.

To be fair, it was an accident. To be fair, what they were trying to do was steal back the supplies taken from the workers in the city, which is nice you suppose, and you did agree to the plan, but also you were literally there the whole time and you still can’t comprehend how they set the entire camp ablaze by accident—and thus they alerted the bandits to your presence, and thus… you are running.

“In my defense,” Kallias begins. "We did get the supplies—"

You cut them off with a gritted out, “Please shut up.”

They laugh even harder at that, and it stutters because they’re sprinting at the same time, but it’s otherwise unrestrained. Fuck, they’re infuriating.

Your own pack of supplies isn’t doing you very well either, it slaps against your back with every step and it’s really starting to annoy you. You know you can’t keep this up forever… or even for much longer, at this rate. You had a pretty good head start but you can hear the shouting of the bandits start to close in on you.

But you have an idea. A horrible, awful idea.

You grab Kallias by the wrist and tug them down a narrow alleyway, around a corner—and then you skid to a stop.

You turn around, chucking your bag onto the floor against the wall, and put your hands on their shoulders. They look at you in confusion. There’s a bit of pink peeking out from the brown of their hair now, which means their glamour is fading. Good. You never intended to be out this long, and while you have a backup potion, you won’t use it. Maybe this will help your chances.

And before they can even have the chance to ask why you’ve stopped, you blurt, “Kiss me.”

There’s an incredulous smile crossing their face, like they think you’re joking, but you are not joking. “Huh. That is maybe the last thing I was expecting you to say.”

This is… incredibly inappropriate. This is your crown, even if they are an idiot, and the Queen would have your head on a pike if she knew what you were thinking—if she knew that you’ve thought about this before, even without the imminent danger, when you were alone with Kallias in their chambers and they were listening to your stories, all soft touches and softer smiles.

But you look into Kallias’ eyes, specks of green peeking out from the brown as the glamour wears off, and this is… for their safety. And it is your duty, as their knight, to keep them safe.

“I’m serious.” You wet your lips, from nerves or something else, you don’t know. “Please. Make it look believable. It—”

Something in their eyes changes, and they don’t need to hear the explanation—just as well, because it wouldn't have been a very good one anyway. And in the next moment, your back hits the wall. Rough hands, too rough for the royalty they’re supposed to be, cradle your jaw, deft fingers sinking into the hair at the nape of your neck. And… oh. They’re kissing you, and they’re really fucking good at it.

It’s for camouflage, you reason. To hide your faces, and make people look away. You remind yourself of that as you wrap your arms around them, tug them as close as you can possibly be to one another… even as they tilt their head and deepen it, and they are so warm against you, and any thought in your mind promptly goes silent beneath the buzz.

Distantly, you register the heavy footfalls of the bandits nearing. They must have split up, because there’s only a few people coming your way.

They’re coming closer. And then they’re here—and their footsteps stutter right where you think they must have noticed you and Kallias… and then they’re running the other way.

But there might be more coming, you think. So you should keep it up just a little longer, and Kallias only breaks away from you just long enough to breathe.

You don’t know how long you stay there, wrapped up in each other, but eventually, and far too soon, you break apart one last time.

Their tawny skin is flushed. Lips are slick and red. They look up at you through half-lidded, glazed eyes, black of their pupils eating up all the colour in their irises. And then their warmth recedes as they step away from you, stretching out their arms.

“I think they’re gone,” they say, far too evenly and far too casually for what you’ve just done.

You blink rapidly to regain your bearings. “You… uh… didn’t even wait to hear my explanation.”

They shrug. “I get what you were trying to do. Didn’t need to waste time.” And then they smirk, and it only worsens the searing heat in your cheeks. “Besides, I’ve been waiting to do th—”

“Be quiet,” you say, but you laugh, you can’t help it. You might be slightly delirious.

They grin. “My lips are sealed.”

As you go back the way you came, you fight off the heat in your chest. Rub your neck so you can rid yourself of the tingle they left behind where they touched you.

… But you can’t. Kallias has made an imprint on you, somehow, and oh gods. You want to kiss them again. And again, and again, and again.

Oh no. Oh no. What have you done.

[the-crimson]

BADS CHAT SHUT THE FUCK UP CHALLENGE

You people are literally the worst

Bad knows he’s role playing bad knows Forever’s role playing

shut the fuck up

I hope the cc’s start banning people for this shit this is unacceptable

[fettuccin-e]

Matt Murdock Fic Recs (Part III)

oh matty. my tortured, angsty, sexy man. why must you have a smile like pure sunshine? why must you have a fat ass? i am simply Not Normal about this man, so more fic recs!! PLEASE comment and reblog these works from these awesome writers, they so deserve it!! (also, if you are an author and would like to be removed from this list, let me know!!)

Part I and Part II of my Matt Murdock recs!

Choice and Chance and Promise by @courtforshort15

>> As much as you've tried, your feelings for Matt won't go away. No matter how must you try to ignore it, you will always love Matthew Murdock, even if he doesn't feel the same. One night, though, may change things. (mutual pining!!! happy ending!!! hooray amazing!!)

90 Days by @multiharlot

>> The day you lost Matthew Murdock was the worst you've ever experienced. The days that follow are painful, the road through your grief agonizing, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. (i read this when i need to cry. it is so. good. HOWEVER, there is some heavy depression and darkness in here, so please stay safe!!)

Reciprocum by @murdocks-devil

>> Matthew Murdock is a giver, through and through. He never takes anything for himself, even though he desperately needs it. So, you've learned how to make sure Matt gets what he needs, without making him think that he's taking too much. (just,, taking care of matty in the sweetest, fluffiest way. so so wonderful)

Shut Up by @skeletonsslut

>> You're trying to get him to stop, trying to pry him away. But Matt's mission is to make you cum as many times as possible, and he's never been one to shy away from a challenge. (porn. pure overstimulation porn. hell yeah.)

S.M.S. by @prettyeyesnof4ce

>> There are some mornings where you wake up early, with Matt still asleep next to you, calm and warm and soft. These mornings are few and far between, so you've learned to bask in them as much as possible. (the title literally stands for sleepy morning sex. PURE SMUT and its so nice)

For as Long as You'd Let Me by @fulmis

>> Matt knows that you deserve better than him, so he keeps his distance, burying his feelings deep inside himself. He should have known that you wouldn't stay single forever, but he didn't expect the sight of you with someone else to hurt so bad. (awwwee he's so tortured and sweet,, i LOVE angst with a happy ending)

"Playing Pool" Ask by @devils-dares

>> A drabble about playing pool with Matt, Foggy, and Karen as Mrs. Murdock. Foggy insists that it's not fair that you get someone with superpowers on your team, you've never been happier. (i ADORE domestic, married!Matty. this is so fucking cute.)

Funeral Liturgy by @redahlia-writes

>> Matthew Murdock is dead, and you have to organize his funeral. But no one has found his body, and you can't help traitorous hope from creeping in, praying that he's still alive. (pain. just,, pain but its so good and ends happy so don't worry!!)

Please Don't Be Mad by @chvoswxtch

>> After Matt lies to you about being with Elektra, you think about ending things. Finally leaving. But Matt always drags you back in, for better or for worse. You're weak to him, and he to you. (UGH the smut is fucking amazing, and the angst?? game-changing. PLEASE be warned though,, the relationship in this one is slightly toxic!!)

Just The Tip, Princess by @saintmurd0ck

>> College has been getting to you both. A game of truth or dare may take the edge off, and maybe bring some feelings to light. (College matty makes me fuckin FERAL are you kidding me?? the smut is simply top tier.)

[canonically47]

i just finished TDPI here are some thoughts:

also let me preface this by saying i was spoiled on quite a few significant stuff - the island is fake, scarlett turns evil, max & scarlett double elimination, amy & sammy double elimination, beardo & leonard first boots, shawn & sky finalists, dave is weird, jasmine & shawn canon couple - so if i don't give any significant opinions on those, that's why

i don't get why everyone hates this season. it's just any other season but, like, shorter? oh no they cut the intro- who cares??

and if you're gonna critique it for fast-paced writing, hi, are you new here? this is the total drama fandom, where we discuss the total drama show.

max was one of the best characters and i CANNOT stop drawing him he is SOOO fun to draw oh my..

on that note, my favorites were, in no particular order: shawn, jasmine, max, ella and topher <3

amy and sammy were the most annoying characters ever, their fighting was entertaining but tiring and repetitive. i liked the brief period in which jasmine and sammy were friends but sammy was kind of annoying after amy's elimination

scarlett was bearable until her villain arc and would've been an amazing villain if the season was a bit longer

#justiceforbeardo

sky was so annoying oh my god. how do people call her one of the sane ones. she is literally SOOO annoying OH MY GOD i hate her ass

on that note, DAVE AND RODNEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE CHALLENGE??? rodney reminds me sm of this one boy who wanted to kiss me after we'd known each other for like, two months and he knew nothing about me and still was like "ever since the day i met you i knew you were different" bruh. also dave shut the fuck up and accept rejection challenge level impossible

definitely one of the best seasons for chris. i loved the rhyming at the start and end of every episode, his shenanigans haven't gotten old ever. "like, oh my god, whaaat?" in the last episode had me dying. why is he like this. also he and chef are a married couple as usual

"I'LL BRING MY FACE!" and that's when i knew i loved him.

shawn and jasmine are one of THE tdi couple btw

ella you are so underappreciated i love you i treasure you i hope you are happy forever. my love. my little girl. my sweetie pie

again why was rodney there? ew

shawn i love you so much

shawn has so much t-boy swag

max <3

um what else

SHAWN <333

[larytello]

I don't see enough people (none at all) talking about these specific "the challenge of sleeping when it's way too hot" issues: People with sensory issues and people with physical "I have no control over it" issues.

Let me explain bc this is what's happening to me these last nights and it's making me exhausted all day long simply because I seem to NOT HAVE A SINGLE GOOD NIGHT OF SLEEP as of lately with all this heat. Under "keep reading" because it got a little longer than I expected.

1- I'm not sure if this should be counted as a sensory issue bc neurotypicals around me often invalidate it, but I don't sleep well if I'm not covered. Like, I don't feel safe, my brain just absolutely REFUSES to relax to allow me to rest. I need a cover, a blanket, no matter if it's big/heavy/fluffy or just the thinnest bedsheet ever - I just need something OVER me in order to feel ok enough to sleep comfortably. And this is a big issue™ when it's way too fucking hot at night and you can't cover yourself without melting in a sweat puddle sticking to your bed in a matter of a few minutes.

"Well, if it's so hot, you can turn on the fan or an AC if you got one!" Aaaaaand that's where we get into issue #2

2- Everytime I fall asleep, since forever, both my eyes and my mouth hang open. Really. My eyes stay half open when I sleep and I spend ALL FUCKING NIGHT not blinking as much as I should - they shouldn't even stay open when I sleep at all so there's that too. It's a wonder how I still don't need glasses and my sight is still somewhat perfect tbh. And of course there's nothing I can do about it. I'm asleep for fucks sake.

But then again, what happens when you have a fan or an AC on you while you sleep with eyes and mouth hanging open and you can't consciously keep them fucking shut as they should? They DRY. THEY FUCKING DRY. I wake up with eyes and throat stinging, dry saliva on the corners of my lips actively hurting them because when I move my lips upon waking up, they crack the skin and it HURTS as a bitch. I need to blink for several minutes, sometimes use eyedrops to help with my eyes, they hurt a lot too. And I hate the sensation of those eyedrops. They "taste" bad in my eyes.

So literally, during tropical summer plus global warming and the weather going crazier EVERY PASSING YEAR, every night is a not funny game of choosing if I keep the fan on and sleep with a cover (which makes me still feel like I'm melting even with the fan on me 🥵), or do I sleep without a cover for the temperature to be tolerable but then my body refuses to relax and I can't sleep well one way or another???? Btw I'm poor, my house doesn't have an AC, but I tried to sleep with an AC at my aunt's several times and I couldn't fucking SPEAK the next day. Which is a damn problem when you're a teacher.

And people wonder why I'm exhausted all day long lately. No wonder, I can't sleep well. Even if the fan is not directed to my head, the wind still goes around in the room and the slightest breeze is enough to dry my eyes when I'm not blinking them BECAUSE I AM ASLEEP.

Not to mention I'm currently STILL the sole provider of income to this house of three since 2019 by selling commissions (and I'm a slow artist at that) and only this year I got a "job" as an English teacher but I'm not paid not even a minimum wage because it's not an "official" job, it's more like internship and I get paid a certain amount for each class I teach in the period. It's nowhere near enough to cover the house bills, food and cleaning supplies (and medicine), I'm now panicking thinking about how Summer didn't even REALLY start yet here in Brazil but I'm already dreading the energy bills to come these next months as we're keeping two fans on in the house at almost all times. Also I don't get paid by the end of December and January because there's no classes to teach in this period. And still gotta wait to finally get paid by the end of February after teaching all month long. Three months without money while the Summer fries us and the bills will skyrocket.

Thank you big corporates who didn't give a fucking shit about global warming warnings in the previous decades, thank you global leaderships who keep doing those beautiful meetings with heartfelt speeches about how we need plans and action to slow down and/or cease the impeding doom but never did anything for real. It's always all words and no action. Guess you never thought you'd live to see the consequences of your lack of actions, huh? There's been a SANDSTORM in the Amazon Rainforest and the rivers are drying out killing animals AND PEOPLE and there hasn't been any rain in the RAINFOREST for over a month. The North and Northeast of South America are dying so hot it's been and it just keeps getting hotter. Two days straight Brasil beats its own record of energy consumption. Congratulations, really, you done fantastically fucked up I can't even think of words to describe it.

I've been awake for two hours and half and my eyes are still stinging.

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Blackwood Ch. 7

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!Blackwood!Reader

Summary:  (Y/N) ‘Finch’ Blackwood had grown up her whole life without knowing the true identity of her father. She had always thought herself to be content without knowing who he was, but when her work crosses paths with his own, they both face challenges in trying to figure themselves out. Meanwhile, she doesn’t know that her childhood best friend has made his own way through the Navy, and will be joining them on their adventures.

Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Panic!

A/N: Let me tell y'all...this has just taken forever to get out. Because I've been busy with finishing school and all that. I graduated, made the deans list and all! I have also been very busy with work, and doing other things that I enjoy doing, such as playing Disney Dream Light Valley and hanging out with friends. I appreciate y'all for waiting so patiently for this!

HUGE THANK YOU TO @callsignthirsty for beta'ing this and giving me suggestions/edits on my writing, I can't express how amazing they are! They are literally the best, and have some really amazing works of their own that you should check out! They have been a major help in getting this chapter edited and ready to go. Just in time for Christmas too! Happy Holidays and I hope you have a safe and happy start to the new year!

As always, please let me know what you think, and happy reading!

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Sunbeams filter through the blinds of Finch’s bedroom. The sheets are hot — almost to the point of being uncomfortable. It's not because of the Sun, though — Bradley is glued to her back, his arm draped over her hip. The amount of warmth he is radiating is ridiculous. Looking over her shoulder, Finch isn’t sure what to do. He seems so comfortable, but she knows that he has an early day and that he should probably leave soon so he can get to work on time.

She shuffles to face him, moving none too gently until they’re face to face and she stills. Caught off guard by Bradley’s peaceful expression as he sleeps. The stress from the previous day wiped from his features, leaving a gentle, sleep-slack canvas of soft skin sprinkled with freckles. Suddenly, she wishes she could keep him like this — carefree and cuddled, far away from Hangman’s snide remarks and the suicide mission and Maverick — but she’s too late. Bradley wrinkles his nose, coming out of his deep sleep with Finch’s stirring. He exhales deeply before cracking open his eyes, the bright glare of yellow light spilling from the window forcing him to shut and reopen them in a squint. A sweep of red darkens Finch’s cheeks when she realizes he’s woken up because of her fiddling. 

Bradley dips his head into the crook of her neck, relishing the feeling of being so close to her and hiding from the sun. He breathes her in, pressing a slow, gentle kiss to the spot beneath her ear. Finch leans into his touch, her body meshing with his. She could get used to waking up to Bradley Bradshaw next to her in bed, giving her peppery kisses and warm cuddles. 

They lay like this for a while, enjoying the comfort of each other’s bodies when Finch glances over to the clock above the door frame. Her eyes go wide. They’re cutting it way too close if they want Bradley to get to class on time. She moves away from him, flinging the blankets from her body as she swings her legs over the edge of the bed.

“Bradley, the time!” she exasperates, turning back to face him.

Bradley lets out a loud ‘fuck!’ as his eyes find the clock before he follows suit, the blankets a crumpled mess in the middle of the bed. He hurriedly puts on his shoes, looking up to find Finch standing in the doorway. She wishes she could be of more help — but none of her uniforms will fit him. The most she could offer him is a hot shower so he doesn’t smell a day old like his khakis. 

“I’m going to run back to my place, I should be able to make it in time,” he says, raking a hand through his hair. The golden-tinted curls are a mess, but it’s a sight that Finch wants implanted into her memory.

Standing out of his way, Finch watches as Bradley trails through the bedroom and into the living room on his way to the door. She hesitates at her next actions, but she doesn’t think she could live without kissing him again. His hand is on the door handle when she reaches him with long strides and pinches his shirt between her fingertips to get his attention.

Bradley turns to tell her he’s going to be late, but stops short to admire her rawness, the way Finch looks when she’s just woken up, her pajamas wrinkled. Finch trails her hand up his side to the back of his neck, pulling him toward her. She closes her eyes when she presses a warm kiss to his lips. Bradley’s mustache tickles her nose, his lips mingling with hers. He pulls away briefly before planting another kiss on her lips, this time gently dragging out her bottom lip. 

Finch opens her eyes to see the awestruck look in his own as they part ways. Bradley swipes his tongue over his lips, chasing the taste of her. He doesn’t want to leave her, but he knows that there’s more pressing matters to attend to. He could do this mission, whether Mav believed in him or not. He wouldn’t know what to do if Finch ever told him she didn’t believe in him, but he has no reason to doubt she doesn’t. 

Gently pressing her hand against his abdomen, Finch pushes Bradley towards the door. In his fervor to leave, he leans down to press another peck to her lips. Finch moves too quickly though, and his lips land on her nose. A laugh erupts from Finch, her head tilting back. “You better get your ass in motion before Cyclone comes for you himself!”

The grin on Bradley’s face is undeniably bright as he rushes down the sidewalk to his Bronco, looking back on Finch in the doorway. She lifts her hand in a short wave before turning to go back inside. 

Finch spends most of her morning cleaning her apartment. The to-go containers from the previous night are still on the counter and the plates in the sink have already crusted over by the time she gets to them. After the cleaning spree, she takes her usual spot on the sofa. Picking up her phone from the coffee table, she is met with the red notifications from Charlie’s texts and missed phone calls. 

A deep sigh vibrates through her chest at the thought of having to deal with her mother’s betrayal; it feels deeper than it looks. She reads through the messages, Charlie’s desperate tone clear even through the screen. Running a hand over her face, Finch gives up on trying to ignore her. Her finger hovers over the ‘call’ button, and all too quickly she’s pressed the phone to her ear, the dial tone humming.

"Finch?" Finch flinches when her mom answers the phone. "Honey, is everything alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm– everything's fine. Just returning your calls."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I wasn't sure you would call me back."

Finch cringes. "Yeah. No. I just... got busy. You know how the Navy is."

Her mother sighs. "Honey, I know it's been difficult since I told you, but–"

"And him," Finch cut her off.

"What?"

"And him. Since you told both of us."

"Finch."

"Would you ever have even told us if we hadn't been stationed together?"

Silence, then: "I asked him not to mention anything to you."

You laugh into the phone. The audacity. "So that’s a no."

"Finch, honey–"

"Don't!" Finch bites into the speaker, seething but not loud. Mad and disappointed. "You knew what you were doing. You knew and you did it anyway. You had a million chances. You knew he was in contact with Carole. You knew where his next station was. You–" Finch cut herself off and took a steadying breath. "You could've done something about it, but you didn't."

"And I would." Charlie's voice comes across softer now, filled with remorse and unshed tears — "If I could go back I would, but I can't." — but it's not enough.

"Look," Finch sighs, her shoulders sagging as the phone call suddenly becomes too much. "I've gotta go. I need time to think about all this."

"How much?"

"I don't know." How much time does one even allocate to mending broken trust? "A lot, maybe. But I'll try to call you. Let you know I'm okay." Finch is angry, but she knows that her mom worries, and for good reason. She's lost many a friend to the Navy over the years.

"Thank you."

"Sure."

"And Finch? Thanks for calling. I'll be here when you need me." Finch nods even though she knows her mom can't see it through the phone. "I love you, a bushel and a peck."

"Yeah, mom. You too."

After they hang up, Finch is left with a gaping hole in her heart, but she knows that healing from this will take much longer than Charlie will be comfortable with. She throws her phone onto the sofa cushion, her hands coming up to rub her face.

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Several days later, and after much reflection on her situation, Finch decides she wants to return to the mission early. There’s only so much that can be accomplished while wallowing in self-pity, and frankly, she’s tired of it. She can figure out what she wants and how to get there after the mission. So long as nobody dies. After running a few errands, she heads over to base, the late afternoon sun just beginning to set on the horizon.

The halls of the building are silent, save for a few voices echoing in the distance. Finch heads directly to Cyclone’s office, her knuckles rapping on the door a few times. She releases a deep breath, stepping back from the entryway. The door swings open, revealing a very tired Admiral Simpson. “Lieutenant Blackwood. How can I help?”

“I was wondering if I might speak with you about coming back to the mission early, sir,” Finch says hopefully. Cyclone nods shortly, stepping back to allow Finch room to come in. Entering his office isn’t as nerve-wracking as it had been the last time, although she had admittedly been in an entire different state of duress.

There’s a brief silence before Finch continues with her request. “I believe I’ve had ample time to think over my situation. I’d like to continue working on the mission if you will have me, sir.” 

Cyclone doesn’t have to think too long on whether or not he wants to take Finch back early — she is, after all, integral to the detachment — no matter her relation to Captain Mitchell. “Of course, Lieutenant,” Cyclone assures, bringing his hands behind his back. “You’re welcome to come back at any time. Seeing as it’s the end of the week, you will resume your duties on Monday morning.”

Nodding, Finch gives the Air Boss a placid smile. “Thank you, sir. I appreciate your flexibility with my request, and-” A distant shout from down the hall is enough to cut Finch off. She gives Cyclone a look before stepping towards the office door. With the door open, the commotion only grows more clear. It isn’t a single voice but multiple, and it sounds like they’re grappling with each other. Following the noise brings her to the classroom where she and Maverick usually host the aviators in. The sight that greets her isn’t something she expects.

Bradley is breathing heavily, his cheeks flushed pink and anger splashed across his face. Maverick, who she’d have thought Bradley would be going off on, seems to have shoved himself between Bradley and Hangman, exasperation etched into the lines of his face and his arms spread wide to create space between the two pilots. The cocky smirk that Seresin wears fills in the rest of blanks. He’s said something he knows he shouldn’t have. When Hangman finally makes his way out the door, it’s with a nod at Finch as he walks past. The others slowly follow after Maverick dismisses them for the day.

Bradley takes a moment to try and calm himself before he turns to leave, and stops when Maverick says something to him, but he doesn’t stay for long. His heart beats out of his chest when he spots Finch in the hallway, his breath still rigid from the altercation. Finch yearns to wrap her arms around him, hold him and tell him that no matter what Hangman said, everything will all be okay, like he did for her. She stops short of doing just that, remembering where they are.

Clearly on edge, Bradley pauses next to her. “Meet me at my place?” she whispers to him. It’s more a suggestion than a question. A curt nod from him tells her all she needs to know for the moment. Bradley continues past her, his boots echoing as he gets further away. 

Cyclone watches the squadron make their exit, a deep furrow etched into his brow. How the hell are they going to fly this mission if they can’t get their shit together and act like a team?

Finch gives the admiral an awkward look before entering the classroom. Maverick sits on the edge of one of the chairs near the window, his head in his hands. Finch’s steps are purposefully heavy so she doesn’t startle him as she takes the seat to his right. Maverick looks over at her, throwing out a meek smile before turning to look out the window. Finch can’t help but wish that she understood the situation better. Maybe then, she’d be able to help.

“I don’t know if those two will ever get along.” There’s a hint of laughter in her tone, but Maverick doesn’t reciprocate. His eyes are focused at a point beyond the window and the tarmac beyond. Finch’s lips turn down. What had Hangman said that could affect both Bradley and Maverick? But she doesn’t ask and Maverick’s too swept up in thoughts about the past to try and explain it to her any time soon.

Accepting that Maverick isn’t in the right headspace for conversation, Finch pats his shoulder gently. There’s nothing she can do for him now, although she’s sure that will change in the future.

Standing from her seat, Finch walks out of the classroom. Cyclone has already returned to his office, and by the hushed quiet of the halls, she can only assume he’s having the time of his life trying to figure out what to do to turn their situation around and salvage the mission. 

When she returns to her apartment, Bradley is sitting on the steps in a similar position to how she found Maverick. He hadn’t even changed out of his flight suit before coming over. “You want to tell me what the hell that was about?” she asks, standing above him, arms folded across her chest.

Looking up at her, Bradley feels compelled to tell her something, but he doesn’t exactly want to tell her that his dad was killed in an accident that involved Maverick. It isn’t a secret. It isn’t even classified information. He’s never even blamed Maverick for the accident, but a heavy sigh pulses through Bradley’s chest at the thought of telling her. So instead, he tells her a half-truth: “Hangman just doesn’t know how to mind his fucking business.” It’s a statement, surely one Finch already knows all too well. 

But Finch can, apparently, see right through him. “The truth, Bradshaw. And not the abbreviated version, either.” It’s a demand, and he knows that she’s not going to take any shit from him.

She steps past him, keys jiggling as she unlocks the door. His boots scrape against the concrete when he stands, his sweat-slick palms wiping against the fabric of his flight suit. Once they’re inside, they find their spots next to each other on the couch. Finch slides over to be directly next to him, leaning some of her weight into his bicep. It’s meant to be a comfort to him, but the feeling flows both ways. “Bradley, you know I’m here for you.” Her hand moves from her side to slip their fingers together. “You’ve been here for me, and I want you to know that you don’t have to go through whatever this is alone.”

He nods, eyes fixed to where their fingers are twined and squeezing her hand in his. “Well, I guess I should give you some context,” There’s a nervous shake in his voice, but he can’t keep this from her. “You know how I told you that my dad and Mav were best friends?”

Finch is touched that Bradley feels comfortable enough to share more about his past with her, but she can’t help the chill that takes her at the same time. Because she knows he’d have come out with it if it were something easy.  Finch nods, looking at him expectantly. “My dad was Mav’s RIO. Iceman and Mav were the class’ biggest competition. During a training exercise, Mav and my dad accidentally got caught in Ice’s jet-wash,” Bradley’s voice is thick, his mouth coated in a thick saliva from the emotions rising to the top.

“Mav couldn’t correct the spinning, so they ejected. When they did–” He has to fight back a sudden sob. It still hurts him to this day to talk about his dad’s death. “My dad hit his head on the canopy. It snapped his neck. He was dead before he even hit the water.”

Finch lurches toward him, her arms wrapping tightly around his broad shoulders. Bradley holds her to him, burying his face into the crook of her shoulder. Slowly, the scene from the classroom starts to make more sense. Hangman must have dug up some old bones. Finch’s hand rubs gentle circles into Bradley’s shoulder blades as they stay in this position for a moment. 

“And Hangman decided to be a dick about it?” She hazards a guess. Bradley nods, face staying put in the crook of her neck, his hot breath making Finch’s skin warm. “I’m sorry you have to deal with him, Brad-Brad,” she murmurs, carding a hand soothingly through his curls. “But you’ll get through this. He can’t keep you down.” 

When Bradley pulls away and sees the genuine apology in her eyes, he can’t help but press a kiss to her forehead, then to the top of her head. His stomach twists at the smile that blooms across her face and finds himself smiling back, though somberly.

“How about I order pizza and we can watch whatever the hell is on TV?” Finch offers and chuckling, Bradley agrees. They spend the rest of the evening chatting about life, getting to know each other, and divulging some secrets they swear not to tell another soul. 

The following Monday, Finch is glad to be back at her regular post. Being back to work means that she has less time to think about all of the other things going on in her life, even if they include her coworkers, and now her biological father. 

The atmosphere of the office changes throughout the day. The aviators are all still working on their dogfighting skills, and it’s obvious that despite his best efforts, Maverick hasn’t been able to teach the Daggers how to fly the mission successfully. Cyclone grumbles as much during her meeting with him that morning, and it’s clear to Finch that Cyclone’s distaste for the dark-haired captain is ever-growing. 

During her late lunch break, Finch listens to the comms with Hondo and the rest of the strike team. Phoenix, Bob, and Coyote are all up with Maverick this time, and it seems to be going well so far. Tuning it out a bit, Finch turns her attention to Hondo. 

“So, where'd you disappear to last week?” Hondo inquires, shoving a forkful of salad into his mouth.

Finch shrugs, shuffling her cauliflower and chicken around in the bowl. “I had to take care of a few things that came up. I couldn’t wait to address them.”

Nodding, Hondo doesn’t ask any other questions about it. That’s something that Finch always respected about him, he always allowed her the space she needed, and she never felt pressured into telling him anything she didn’t want to. Her attention is caught momentarily by Rooster, who joins the two of them with his own lunch in hand. 

Suddenly, there’s a ruckus over the comms. At first, Finch can’t quite make out what’s being said, but feels a wave of relief come over her when Maverick tells them that it’s enough for the day and to return to base. Finch could only assume that they had failed to shoot him down again, or there had been some sort of emergency in the air. She hopes it was the former.

Then, before she’s able to return to her lunch, the words any aviator would dread come from Bob. “Bird strike!”

Finch’s heart drops to the bottom of her feet, wide eyes meeting Hondo’s. Bird strikes are never good. The three voices of Maverick, Phoenix, and Bob are fighting for airspace over the comm, and Finch’s blood begins to turn cold. Silence consumes the break room, the sounds of forks clicking against tupperware and plates missing. 

Hearing Maverick shout “Eject! Eject! Eject!” has Finch sitting at the edge of her seat. Everyone’s faces have gone pale, eyeing each other. Hondo moves from his seat and exits the break room, his lunch forgotten. When she can tear her eyes from the radio, Finch’s gaze flicks to Rooster only to find him gone. In the commotion, she must have missed him as he left.

Taking a shaky deep breath, Finch fumbles to place the lid back on her lunch container. The air in the room has become stale, thick with anticipation and anxiety. Moving from her seat, she quickly makes her way to the fridge, hastily opening it and placing her container wherever there’s an open spot. There’s no time to concern herself with labels.

Before she steps out into the hall, she hears Coyote’s voice come through over the radio to state that both parachutes had opened. A flood of temporary relief comes over Finch. That they had ejected, at the very least, was good to know. But she needs to find Rooster. Now. Knowing what she does now about what happened to his dad, Finch is sure that Rooster isn’t in the greatest of headspaces. 

Hearing a commotion, Finch rushes down a hallway and around a corner only to stop just short of slamming into Cyclone and Warlock. Momentarily taken aback by her sudden appearance, Cyclone motions for Finch to come with them. Heart sinking into her stomach, Finch obeys. She yearns to be there for Bradley, but at the same time she knows work has to be her priority right now, and that whatever the Admirals need her to take care of in regard to this incident is more pressing than making sure Bradley, a grown man, is okay. 

As they walk towards the hangar, Warlock talks through an action plan for the Daggers once they return to class the next day, but the details fall on deaf ears. Though Finch is walking in-step with the admirals, her mind is consumed by thoughts of Phoenix and Bob. They’re going to be okay, Coyote said that their parachutes deployed. They’re going to be okay, they’re going to be okay. 

Before she knows it, Finch is sitting in a small-to-mid-size conference room with personnel of all ranks and positions, discussing the best path forward now that they’re out for a day because of the bird strike. The faces almost blend in, and Finch knows she’s in for a long-haul.

Hours later, Finch stands in front of a mirror in the bathroom, having just splashed cold water over her warm skin. In the middle of the meeting they had confirmed that both Phoenix and Bob were alive, and had also taken Coyote in for examination because of his G-Loc incident. 

Despite knowing all of this, Finch’s hands shake. She can still hear the frantic chatter in the silent Ready Room, and doesn’t know how Bradley is handling all of it. Hasn’t seen him since his disappearing act and hasn’t heard from him either.

Stepping into the hallway, a light in the common room catches her attention. The Sun had set at least an hour ago, and with the personnel from the impromptu meeting filing their way out of the building, nobody should’ve been on base to need the light on.

She pauses when she finally sees who is in the room. Through the small window in the door, she can make out Bradley’s figure leaned against a desk, his back to the door. It’s been hours since the incident, but his flight suit is still tied around his waist, black t-shirt soft against his muscled back. Finch catches her bottom lip between her teeth before hesitantly knocking on the door and turning the knob.

Bradley inhales deeply when he turns and sees Finch slowly making her way over to him, and it’s as if some of the tension of the day evaporates as soon as Bradley pulls her into his arms. He buries his head into the stiff fabric of her khakis as Finch runs her fingers through his curled locks and massages gently. 

Words are not necessary between the two of them. They both understand that today could have turned out very differently, and that it very well could’ve been him up there instead of Phoenix and Bob or Coyote. Leaning down, Finch chances a tender kiss to the top of Bradley’s head to remind herself that he’s real. She knows that there’s nothing she can say to change how he’s feeling right now, so she holds him instead.

As Bradley goes to pull away, footsteps can be heard in the doorway. Bradley goes to say something, but snaps his mouth shut as the door swings open.  Finch turns her head to the door to find Maverick looking between the two of them. Bradley doesn’t dare look at Finch, instead opting to stare coldly at Maverick.

Maverick’s eyes flit between the two of them one more time before he clears his throat. “They’ll keep Phoenix and Bob overnight for observation. They’re gonna be okay.” The news does little to settle Bradley who appears more than a little suspicious of his presence. 

Finch, however, is appreciative that Maverick has chosen not to mention how close she and Rooster had been when he first entered the room. “That’s amazing,” she says as if she hadn’t received that same news in her earlier meeting and takes a calculated step away from Bradley. 

“That’s good,” Bradley chokes out, averting his gaze. “I’ve never lost a wingman.”

The air in the room has suddenly grown chilly, and Finch doesn't know whether she needs to be on edge or high alert.

Maverick eyes lock on Bradley as if he’s the only other person in the room “You’re lucky. Fly long enough, it’ll happen,” He sighs before continuing. “There will be others.”

Before Finch can make any argument as to what was wrong with that statement, Bradley turns back to Maverick. “That’s easy for you to say,” he spits. Venom dripping from each word as he says: “No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn you when you burn in.”

Maverick sucks in a breath as Rooster’s words hit their mark. But his gaze immediately focuses on Finch. And, looking to Bradley, Finch wonders how deep that comment hits.

“Go home. Get some sleep.” It’s all Maverick says as he turns to leave. 

But Bradley’s anger bubbles over in an instant and suddenly he’s ready for a fight. Unwilling to let Maverick walk away. “Why’d you pull my papers at the academy?” He steps between Finch and Maverick. “Why did you stand in my way?”

Maverick’s expression changes to something stoic in the face of Bradley’s outburst. “You weren’t ready,” he says like it’s fact.

“Ready for what?” Bradley moves closer to Maverick, practically standing in his face. “Huh? Ready to fly like you?” 

The tension between the two grows and Finch worries that she should do something to get between Bradley and his superior officer, but she’s also not entirely sure she should interfere. “To forget the book,” Maverick responds, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Trust your instincts. Don’t think, just do. You think up there, you’re dead. Believe me.” 

Finch knows that it’s not the right thing to say to Bradley, and she feels inclined to step in. “That’s not always true,” Finch says because she knows that’s the wrong thing to say to Bradley, but both men ignore her, too wrapped up in their faceoff to acknowledge she’s said anything at all.

“My dad believed in you,” Bradley bites, out for blood and digging the proverbial knife deeper into Maverick’s chest. “I won’t make the same mistake.”

The oxygen leaves the room, Maverick’s face dropping and Finch’s heart beating wildly in her throat until she feels sick with it.

Then, the door swings open, and that should give them all a chance to breathe, but it doesn’t. 

“Maverick.” Warlock’s baritone has never felt more ominous than it does in that moment. Finch gasps for breath, but comes up dry.

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i'm looking for some fic recs where charles is a human and erik is cold/cruel to him because of his mutant supremacy ideology; i think you might have made a fic rec list for this topic before but i can't seem to find it! if there's a link, that would be lovely :D ty and have a great day!

Thanks for your patience, Anon! Here's a list of fics with human!Charles and mutant!Erik as requested. You asked for stories with Erik being cold/cruel so I've left off fics that were more cracky/humorous FYI :D

Let Them Talk by manic_intent

Written as an Option A (Logan Wins) follow-up to the first anon fic for the kmeme prompt: "There are stories where Charles is Erik’s sub and they are both happy, but what about some more angsty theme? AU where mutants and humans live together but mutants think themselves more important and often treat humans like dirt. Sub/Dom pairs are created by imprinting. Mutants generally imprint on mutants and Erik who is the most powerful among them thinks that he will have equally powerful sub. Turns out that he imprints on Charles – a brilliant yet entirely human Professor. Cue Erik being disgusted and angry with his Sub, which Charles takes really hard. Erik is ashamed of him, and doesn’t want him to associate with other mutants, but slowly Charles charms his way to the hearts of everyone and one day another mutant (Logan pretty please?) challenges Erik’s claim over Xavier."

Imprint – PoorMedea

Inspired by, but not actually a fill for, this prompt: Charles/Erik Unwanted sub: There are stories where Charles is Erik’s sub and they are both happy, but what about some more angsty theme? AU where mutants and humans live together but mutants think themselves more important and often treat humans like dirt. Sub/Dom pairs are created by imprinting. Mutants generally imprint on mutants and Erik who is the most powerful among them thinks that he will have equally powerful sub. Turns out that he imprints on Charles – a brilliant yet entirely human Professor.

The moment of imprinting: overpowering, irresistible, and most importantly, uncontrollable. As Charles and Erik are about to find out.

Everyday Love in Stockholm – tahariel

Prompt: Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world. His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he’s kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life’s work and happiness.

Spätzünder–  InsertSthMeaningful

Erik doesn’t like Charles Xavier. Not one bit. Not his impeccable mannerisms, not his spotless clothes, not his winning smile. Or how the human likes to curry favor with literally every mutant or other member of oppressed minorities he encounters.

Still, there is something about his fellow college student that intrigues Erik. Makes him want to push the boy, tear down his arguments, and, just to shut him up, kiss his cherry red-

Oh.

Maybe falling for a human isn’t that bad. Certainly worth a try. Especially since Xavier doesn’t seem to be averse to the idea himself. But months later, things change. Or rather, a certain someone does. And nothing is ever going to be the same.

A Bit of Fun by Anon on the kinkmeme Charles is Erik’s forever - the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with and can’t imagine his future without. So why is he saying that Charles is nothing more that his temporary bit of fun? (Hint: Modern!AU with Mutant!Erik and Human!Charles.)

Fallen Days by rosesinthedark (WIP)

Erik is a King and a mutant and isn't happy when he has to marry Charles, a Prince and a human. Charles is ignored for much of the time until he becomes pregnant and therefore obviously not human. Erik then changes his attitude towards him drastically, but Charles keeps conversation between them guarded, making Erik realise how cruel his behaviour had been.