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leclsrc · 3 months

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darling audrey, congratulations on 5000 followers! ur witty personality and words of gold have charmed us all <3 considering your celebration, i would like to request a drabble with charles based on the song margaret by lana del rey. there’s just something about “he met margaret on the rooftop, she was wearing white, and he was like, ‘i might be in trouble’” or “when you know, you know” ughhhhh love is so sickeningly wonderful

good as gold – cl16

This is the story of Charles experiencing a rooftop conversation with a stranger. For Charles, this is the story he will tell of how he met the love of his life for the first time.

auds here... much like lana in this song i am messy with the pen, but missed this blog very much, i love you all & genuinely hope you're well mmmwaaahhhh :)

You’re wearing this dress. This long, white, lace-linen thing, too chilly for a London rooftop, too chilly for a London ground floor, too chilly for London, really. It’s the first thing Charles says to you, as a poor excuse for an opener, but you soothe his supposed troubles away with a laugh and a wave of a hand. It’s alright, I’m used to the cold, your lips form cloudily. Worst case scenario, I spill some wine on the dress.

The wine you mention is in a glass wrapped by your left hand, which brings itself upward to your lips, staining them violet for a second before you lick the residue off. You should know, I’m more a white wine kind of girl. He laughs, and every other word he thought would come easy comes so stuck, wrestled out of him. For once it’s not because he’s nervous, definitely not because he’s unsure. In fact he’s never felt surer of himself, and his self-assurance is almost foolish if it wasn’t so resolute in the fact that he’d one day like to slip a band over your blank slate of a ring finger.

Already he feels like it’s too late, he’s missed out on too much time with you. He should’ve known this laugh years ago, felt your skin when he was much younger, known you in an embarrassing phase while he was in his own. His desires feel childish, juvenile, but they feel so real, so much so that he verbalizes them to Lando in a desperate attempt to stave them off at the end of the night.

But that is later and this is now, now you tell him you’re here for work. You’re a something-something at somewhere, too professional for him to repeat back to himself in the fluid way you’re gifted. He asks what else is keeping you in a city like London and he phrases it like London is a shit city, and you joke: “Aside from the fact that it’s basically a first-world city?” He stutters in response, he stutters. “I’m joking. It’s work.”

Work, you say, not a guy, not a girl, work. No ring on your finger. You, like him, are committed to nothing but work. And because you’re two people in your early twenties, the rooftop conversation gradually ebbs in that direction, a foray into the worlds you’ve traversed by yourselves. He shares, ever a man of little words, stories of ex-girlfriends he’d rather not bring up again. He says the usual. He’s thankful, but it’s over.

You too, you sentiment. A while ago. I knew him for years, but we wanted different things. Just wasn’t right, something like that. Your index finger tugs at the plain gold chain resting on your collarbones and slides back and forth. The lights—strung up on poles on the roof and from establishments below—shine on certain angles, illuminate your hair, the beauty mark on your cheekbone, the stain of burgundy lip gloss on the wine glass in your hand. “Maybe in another universe.”

“Do you believe in that?” He asks. All he knows about possible universes is that Marvel and that Oscar-winning A24 film Lewis made half the grid watch and give roses to. The concept is interesting and likely true, but he feels secure thinking this is his only universe. Which, technically, is true, too.

You say kind of. “But that idea gives us too much allowance for mistakes.”

“I know. I guess I believe in it in a…” He’s afraid he sounds stupid, but your eyes are egging him on, genuinely curious, burning bright with a want for him to keep talking. “In a… I feel like I’ve met you before, kind of way.” Like he knows everything he has to know about you and him and it’s been barely an hour.

“I get that.” You pause. “I get that.” Then, with a pretty smile and meek hand over the linen chest of your dress, you excuse yourself to refill wine and make talk with the party host. He lingers, of course, watches the sway of your dress, waits to see if you will turn and smile a funny little just us smile, but of course you don’t. You’re a stranger after all. He turns away to find Lando, and for a second he feels like there are eyes on him, but he keeps walking and shakes it off.

“Marry?” Lando repeats half an hour later, when they’re both tugging their coats on. “You just met her. She got out of a long-term relationship a while ago. And so did you.”

They’re in the foyer of the townhouse, and Lando is pulling open the door now, under the impression that his words successfully permeated Charles’ delusions. He turns and Charles is stationary on the last step, humming to himself.

“Mate,” bogs Lando, eyes dead serious. “How do you even know—”

“I know.” Charles says simply. He never even had to ask himself. He just did. He just does. “I have to run up and do something… don’t wait up.”

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recklesssturniolo · 5 months

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Facing The Truth - C.S

Fluff/angst??, no smut, Chris coming to terms he’s in love w reader but they’re supposed to just be FWB, readers been friends w triplet for a few years now, Chris’ POV, soz it’s sad (lowkey hate this)

“Hello fellow losers” Y/N says walking in and smiling.

“Such a nice greeting” Nick replies rolling his eyes.

We’d been friends with benefits for a couple months now, she knew I didn’t do relationships, we agreed that if we met someone else then we’d simply just call it off - simple right?

“Well I have a date tonight” She smiles.

He had flashes of the good life

“What! With who?” Nick almost yells back.

I didn’t care to know who. I didn’t care to hear anything else about her date, standing up and rolling my eyes I walked down to my room.

“Alright Chris what’s up with you? You basically ran down here the second Y/N mentioned having a date” Matt asks.

“Nothing I’m just tired” I mumbled back.

I was lying. I’d been replaying in my head the image of Y/N with another guy in my head. Not even knowing why the fuck it was bothering me so much, why my heart dropped when she said it.

Baby, if your love is in trouble

“Don’t bullshit me. You don’t want her going out with another guy, that’s your issue” Matt replies.

“We’re friends with benefits, you know that. It’s nothing more than that, I don’t care who she goes out with” I mumble back.

“Yeah? So the thought of her kissing another guy doesn’t bother you? Another guy undressing her and seeing her naked? Her -“ He says.

“Shut the fuck up” I tell him, my voice raising.

“You just proved my point. You don’t even want to hear the possibility of it. How long are you gonna keep pretending you’re not in love with her?” He questions.

“Oh my god. I’m not in love with her Matt” I respond.

They're black eyes and they're blue lies

“Come the fuck on, you don’t think we don’t notice the way you look at her? Your eyes literally light up when she walks into a room. All you do is talk about her. She stays the night with you, she’s always just hanging out with you, doing simple things. You’ve never once let another girl stay the night” He says, his voice now raising slightly.

The second Matt finished talking, I felt my heart start to race as the realization hits me. I am in love with her. Fuck fuck fuck. I get flashes of all the late nights with her, cuddling, dancing at 3am to Taylor Swift in the kitchen just because it’d make her happy, asking her to come get shit as simple as groceries with us all, my heart warming at how well she got along with my brothers.

When you know, you know

I stand up, rubbing my face before replying, “No no no, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. There’s supposed to be no fucking feelings involved. I don’t do commitment you know that” I tell him.

“Chris man, this isn’t a bad thing. She’s good for you, you know that and so does everyone else. She looks at you the same way. You just have to tell her” He says sitting beside me.

“I’m not telling her shit, it’ll ruin everything. She’s literally going out with another guy. That’s a clear sign it’s not a mutual feeling” I mumble shaking my head.

“Then end whatever situationship bullshit you have going on with her. Lose her and deal with her being with someone else, and I don’t want to hear a word about it” Matt tells me, seeming to now be annoyed.

I say nothing back to Matt, walking back upstairs.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a second? In private” I ask, feeling sick to my stomach about what I’m going to do.

She raises an eyebrow but follows me.

“What’s up?” She questions.

“I - uh - the friends with benefits shit is over” I mumble, not even having the strength to speak properly.

“What? Why? I don’t understand? Did I do something?” She immediately asks.

I look down at her and can see the hurt in her eyes, why was she hurt about this? Why was this upsetting her?

“No you didn’t do anything, I just want to be nothing more than friends alright?” I sigh.

She looks up at me, tears now forming in her eyes before walking away, saying nothing.

“What the actual fuck did you just do?” Nick storms over to me.

“Nothing, just said I didn’t want to be friends with benefits anymore. Not a big deal” I reply. I glance over at Matt and see him shaking his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot. She just left in tears. If this was your way of protecting her, you did the exact opposite” Nick yells.

I stand there, not able to form a response. How was that not for her own good? I don’t do commitment, there’s no fucking way I’d be good for her.

So if you don't know, don't give up

“Good job kid, you not only lost her but hurt her” Matt says sighing and patting my back before walking to his room.

What the fuck did I just do?

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Who’s Your Papí?

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Fem Reader

Summary: Rey Mysterio comes to the reader who is now Dominik’s ex, hoping that she will be able to talk sense into him. Heartbroken, she kindly refuses, but ends up running into Dominik as he overheard them. Following, Rhea catches small wind and after leading to even more conflict, the reader sparks Dominik after making him jealous…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, swearing)

Word Count: 3.5k

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“Niña, please. You’re the last person who I can go to.”

I had all of the respect in the world for Señor Mysterio, but I couldn’t do this. Dominik and I have dated for a long time, just for him leave me along with betraying his family.

He broke my heart into a million pieces and just hearing his name made me reminisce, all of this putting me into a dark world.

“Señor, I know why you came to me,” Taking a deep breath, I had to ready myself because I knew he’d find my response disappointing, “I can’t even imagine how hard this is on you, but I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I can’t even face him.”

Great, here came tears and after losing tonight, he was pretty much desperate, holding his hands to his chest while pleading:

“Please, Y/N. He’s just being brainwashed! And I know, I know that he still loves you. Our family isn’t making a difference, but you’re different. You may actually stand a chance.”

“I’m sorry I can’t even think about him, let alone face him,” I sniffled softly, wiping my eyes, hating that it had to come down to this, “I truly am sorry, but I can’t.”

I couldn’t talk about this anymore, taking my suitcase and heading out. I should’ve known that something like this would happen, it was just so hard to accept.

So out of it while heading to the parking lot and to my car, I jumped hard when I went to get in the car but someone grabbed my door.

“Hey,” Dominik said softly, able to tell how he was nervous too, he dumped me and basically rubbed Rhea all in my face, “You and I need to talk.”

“Talk? What is there to talk about?” Shoving his hand away, I shot my suitcase in and slammed the door, my emotions already getting the best of me.

“Easy,” He tried calming me, saying softly, “I know things are complicated, but I saw you talking to my dad and-“

“And nothing because I respect him, I really do, but I’m done. Done with all of this. You completely changed, threw all of the years we had together down the trash and I can’t.”

My voice started to break from fighting tears, opening the door again to leave, just for him to hold it in place:

“Will you just listen to me for a second, Y/N? Geez!”

“No, I won’t,” I glared, taking a shot at him, “Besides, how would your new, mamí, feel about this huh?”

“It’s not like that,” He tried laughing off, “I’m only doing that to get to my dad.”

“Which you shouldn’t even be doing!” I stressed, shaking my head, “If you had issues with your dad, you should’ve talked about it instead of pulling a bitch move.”

“A bitch move?” He took offense to that, looking at me as if I were crazy.

“A bitch move,” I repeated, throwing the last words he said to me, “I don’t want you anymore. I’m changing my life and you won’t be apart of it.”

“It’s like that, hermosa?” That was the one word that always got me. He’d call me gorgeous all the time, like a pet name, even said it in the same soft, sweet voice he always had for me.

This time? I wasn’t letting it get to me, hopping in the car with a scoff:

“Yeah. It’s like that.”

It was so nice to drive back to the hotel in tears, a dark cloud over my head for an entire week, praying that something at Raw would maybe bring some light into my life that I needed more than anything.

“Hey, niña-“

Here we go again. Señor Mysterio was hanging in the hall with Dolph Ziggler, picking my head up for them to show the sad look on my face and that I didn’t want to be bothered.

“Hey,” Dolph whispered softly and nudged him, “Go on ahead, I got this.”

This was different. Señor heading off while Dolph pulled me over to sit softly.

“Everything alright, girl?” He was concerned for me and expressed so much kindness in his words, “You look like you want to cry.”

“I do,” I stared at the floor, trying not to cry again and letting off my chest, “Señor asked me to talk to Dominik and I just can’t. I didn’t plan to, but guess who pops out of the blue when I was trying to leave?”

“That little shit,” Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, it did feel good to have someone who saw Dominik in the view that I did, “Look, I’ve know Rey, he’s told me things because we both have been attacked by all of them. I heard what happened and let me tell you, he does not deserve a girl like you. You’re far too good for him.”

“Thanks,” I said softly, still staring at the floor, whispering, “It still hurts. A lot.”

Feeling myself getting ready to cry again, I didn’t even realize that I was holding my heart. My heart truly hurt and Dolph tried his best to help, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and rubbing it softly:

“Hey it’s all gonna be-“

“Y/N, just the girl I’ve been looking for!”

Rhea.

My blood pressure skyrocketed just at the sound of her voice, Dolph knowing that this wasn’t going to end well, whispering:

“Y/N, she’s just-“

“What do you want?” I toned him out, standing tall to Rhea and giving her a look that could kill.

“So, I caught wind that you have something up your sleeve,” She was always trying to smile in someone’s face, probably referencing my talk with Señor.

Before she could even speak, I laughed at her:

“A trick up my sleeve? I don’t want anything to do with any of you. So, how about you go somewhere before you end up with a foot up your ass.”

Quickly, Dolph stood between us, noticing the step Rhea took towards me:

“You better watch your mouth!”

Of course, if it couldn’t get any worse, there was Damian, Finn, and Dominik coming to her side. My anger was controlling my thoughts and since I already took a shot, I fired out another:

“You’re so worried about me? You need to check your little sub in Dominik considering he wanted to talk to me last week.”

It was hard not to laugh at how she instantly shot him a glare, not keeping his eyes off of him till I looked at Dominik and said:

“Solo recuerda a quién llamabas mamí antes de conocerla!”

[Just remember who you were calling mamí before you met her!]

Damian covered his mouth with his hand since he knew Spanish, Dominik super worried when Rhea looked to me then back to him:

“What did she just say?”

“It’s time we left,” Dolph wanted to get us out of there and I didn’t mind this time, just smiling at them before walking off with Dolph.

“Don’t you walk away from me! I will get my hands on you!”

Rhea sure had a short fuse and I found it hysterical and sure enough, Dolph took me to my locker room and the first thing that happens a crew member telling me I now had a match against Rhea.

“Y/N, I don’t not think this is a good idea,” Dolph stressed, still being kind and sticking by my side, “But it’s too late and I’m going out there with you. They like to cheat and I know it’s just me, but it’s better than nothing.”

“I appreciate that, I really do,” I smiled softly, “I’m sorry I dragged you into this.”

“No need to be sorry,” He smiled back, getting the door, “Meet you at the guerrilla?”

“Meet you there,” I waved, rushing to get ready when he stepped out.

Honestly, this wasn’t a good idea, but my emotions were so high, the match was booked, and I tried looking at it positively. This match wasn’t impossible to win and I needed to let off some steam.

I got into gear and just like Dolph said, we met at the guerrilla. Señor coming over to us:

“Niña, you be careful. You hear me?”

Poor Señor, he was so stressed out from this, but before I could speak, Dolph patted his chest, instructing;

“Just stay on the sidelines for me? We got this for right now. Trust me, man.”

“I trust you,” He fisted bumped Dolph and I tried to help him out some too, hugging him softly as my music hit:

“And I’ll be careful. I promise.”

“Let’s go kill it, girl,” Dolph smiled, escorting me out and once my eyes fell on Rhea, I was in the zone.

I knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She was strong and I ended up putting more defense than offense. I wasn’t counted out just yet thou.

At the climax, I had her grounded and Finn was clearly worried, distracting the referee so Rhea could poke me in the eyes and jab my throat.

Two crucial spots had me on the mat, choking while holding my throat, hearing a lot of commotion and when I looked, Dolph was keeping his word to me, snatching a chair from Dominik.

Looks like he was trying to give it to Rhea and Dolph had it, on guard and ready to swing at Dominik, Finn, and Damian. Till Rhea caught him with his back turned, snatching the chair as he rose it.

Thankfully the referee was paying attention this time, yelling at Rhea to toss it, but Dominik jumped on the apron to keep the referee’s back turned.

Rhea thought she had the advantage, turning to me hoping to swing the chair but I returned that eye poke, and then I slammed the chair down, tossing it into her arms and sure enough she took the bait by catching it.

I played at Dominik too, mouthing, “Watch this!”

I took a fake bump, holding my head and pretending that I was laid out from a chair shot. The crowd and Dolph found it hysterical.

I even had to hide my face for a moment to laugh at Rhea and the referee arguing, making another mistake again by tossing the chair towards me. All three of them yelling at the referee.

“Y/N, psst!” Dolph said to me while I was in the corner.

Dominik had his eyes on us and it was like Dolph was reading my mind, giving him something to watch when he kissed my cheek, promising, “You are going to win this match. Get the chair. I got this.”

Dominik actually got into the ring, seeing that made him want to fight, but Dolph was quicker than him, jumping in and shoving him out, getting yelled at by the referee himself, but I listened, taking the chair.

The crowd began to cheer for me more, shrugging as I got it ready, and the second Rhea turned around, I smacked her in the side of the head with it, chucked the chair out of the ring and rolled her up for a pin.

I even copied her pin by putting her knees in her face, posing and sticking my tongue out at them as I got the pin.

This was exactly what I needed, smiling and laughing as they tried to get into the ring, but I rolled out, ran over to Dolph, jumping into his arms as he twirled me around.

“Karma’s a bitch ain’t she?!” Dolph laughed and I laughed right along, smiling bright as he kissed my cheek again.

Every single one of them were pissed, especially Dominik. I don’t remember the last time he had such a furious look on his face.

Just for Rhea to get up and start yelling at him? This was priceless and entertaining as hell to watch.

Heading backstage, I was receiving so much praise and support for taking on Rhea and winning. She was my biggest match yet and it felt so good.

On top of that, Dolph and some of my friends backstage planned on going out for the night and when I came back from getting ready, the fun was beginning.

“Ayeee mamí!” Aaliyah whistled when I made my way, having me laugh but blushing, fixing the black leather dress I was wear, “Do a twirl for me.”

“Only for you,” I giggled, twirling and laughing more as she smacked my butt, giggling along with me:

“Ayí, yí, yí!”

The only person we were waiting for was Dolph and as I glanced down the hall, feeling eyes on me, there was Dominik.

I was so out of it, just staring at him as he stayed leaned against the wall, watching me and I could tell that he really did have something to say for me.

Now wasn’t the time, startled a bit when I felt Dolph’s arm going around my shoulder:

“You ladies ready?”

“Oh hell yeah,” I shook off, giving him a smile and smirking at Dominik before I left with him, able to see the jealously that burned in his eyes.

“Hey, she’s mine!” Aaliyah played, keeping her arm around my waist and heading out of the door.

“Not anymore!” Dolph teased back, shooing her hand to hold my waist, really making me blush.

Dominik was shaking his head and with my eyes on Dolph, I blew a kiss, making sure that I connected eyes with Dominik one last time before we were gone.

I needed a night like the one we had, nothing too crazy happened, but I got a drink, some food, all my friends kept me smiling and laugh. It made all the bad thoughts go away.

Getting back to the hotel, I planned to go change and just sleep, rummaging through my purse to find my keys when I heard:

“Dolph? Really?”

I looked up quickly, shocked to find Dominik, quickly asking:

“How do you even know what hotel I’m at?”

“Look, I talked to my dad,” He admitted, defeated in his sigh.

He wasn’t lying, his eyes showed how he didn’t want to do it, but he did. Being honest took me by surprise.

“Also,” He was being honest, but he still hurt me and I wasn’t forgiving him in the slightest, finally finding my key and warning, “What I do is none of your business anymore. So mind yours.”

“Y/N, please,” He said quickly, holding my hand on the door.

I still went to open it, stepping in and again, he wouldn’t let go of my hand.

“Let me guess, you’re jealous?” Cocking my eyebrow at him, he stayed silent till I demanded, “Answer me!”

“So what,” He huffed, stepping in and kissing me.

I froze, trying to comprehend what was happening because as he kissed me, I could feel the person that I fell in love with there.

“Dominik-“ I had to stop, pulling my head back and feeling a tear going down my cheek as he shut the door with his foot.

“Did you forget who your papí is, huh?” He could still read me like he always could, seeing the conflict and trying to get me on the same page with another kiss.

I didn’t know why I kept kissing him back, even growing angry because him and Rhea popped into my head, making me growl out:

“Did you forget who your mamí is?”

He only shook his head slightly once and laughing for some reason, “Don’t answer my question with a question.”

His every move grew so fast, kiss leading me over to the bed and bending me over it, hips pinned against my ass while he toyed with my dress, tugging at it:

“Where have you been hiding stuff like this? You never wore anything like this for me.”

“You never said you liked stuff like it,” I looked back, trying to mess with him more, “Shouldn’t be surprised that you like it. Dolph sure did.”

“Dolph’s not your papí,” He leaned down to me, showing a new side with his hand finding my throat, whispering into my ear, “I’m your papí.”

“It’s too late to go back,” I was surprised by the grip he had, making it hard to speak, but I made sure to get out, “Now either get to what I think you’re gonna do or shut up and get out.”

“Come on, you know you don’t want me to leave,” He chuckled, his free hand slipping between my thighs and into my panties, two fingers running through my folds and slick, squeezing my throat more as he smiled, “That right there says it all.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning, closing my eyes at the swirl of bliss forming, his fingers sliding in slow before pumping.

“Still want me to leave?” He looked down to me, letting go of my throat for me to speak.

I wasn’t sure what to say, my brain racing through so many thoughts, and it came back to Rhea. How I hated seeing them two together and how she changed him.

I loved Dominik, there was no avoiding that, all of this pent up emotion. I finally let it all out.

“No, I don’t,” I said in a serious, stern voice that made him stop, and when he leaned over to talk to me, I threw him down on the bed, throwing my dress off and I ripped his shirt open, holding it tight as I straddled him, pulling his head up to me, “But when you do leave, all you’re gonna think about is me.”

“Ah, ah,” He snickered, licking his lip, “I like the sudden dominance, but it’s papí’s time.”

He could move a lot quicker than me, flipping me over and throwing off his pants and boxers, I also slid out of my panties too, throwing them and rolling my eyes at him:

“I always ended up on top so, whatever.”

“Is that right?” His eyes grew dark, flipping me over and spanked me so hard that my face dropped into the bed, my ass on fire from just that one spank, feeling himself positioning between my legs, “It’s time I stop taking it easy on you.”

“Easy, huh?” I finally breathed in, looking back at him, “I’m not so convinced.”

“How about now?” In a single thrust, his entire cock split me, already smacking my sweet spot where he knew exactly where it was, sending a jolt up my stomach and it was new.

The second was even harder, more thrusts coming with quick speed, my mouth wide open to let out the moans, holding onto the bed cover for dear life.

“Damn, I don’t remember the last time I had you this tight,” He chuckled in my ear softly, arm wrapping around my neck to keep me in a hold, whispering in a dirty voice, “And raw too? I think you’ll be the one who won’t stop thinking about me.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love hitting this,” I growled, whining at the friction and ripping the cover down, throwing myself back onto him softly and it only made the impact more intense, having my legs shake.

“You know I do,” Moving the bit hair away from my face, he left some kisses along my cheek, tilting my head to face him, look in his eyes as he said, “And you do too. Don’t lie to me. I’ve been being honest. Come on, tell me, hermosa.”

I never had anyone in my life like how I did with Dominik and I could never lie to him, my entire body aching from the rough speed and my orgasm lurking.

“I do, papí!”

For a short second, he pulled back to flip me around, shooting his cock back into me while between my legs, holding me up in his arms to hug me and keep me from falling back with my head, scooting to the edge of the bed.

It seemed like he was going quicker than before, hooking my arms under his to keep the tightest grip I could, the smack of wet skin growing louder.

“That’s right, hermosa. Who’s your papí?” I think that alone was getting him off, knowing I was so close and my mind gave free, scratching at his back as I cried out:

“You, Dom! P-papí-, I-I, A-ah, fuck!”

“That’s it,” He hummed, laying me back and on top of me while buried deep, gasping himself at the gush of moisture around his cock, my entire body worn and resting in the lingering list.

“Maldito sea, Dominik.”

[Got damn you, Dominik.]

I let out with a huff, in shock this happened, but not opposed to the pleasure and finally get a piece of him back. It truly gave me hope.

“Lo siento,”

[I’m sorry,]

He placed some soft kisses along my neck, picking his head up to reconnect our gaze, “I know rough is rare, but I had to make sure you didn’t forget that I’m your papí, baby.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe fic #wwe smut #Dominik Mysterio #Dominik Mysterio x reader #Dominik Mysterio imagine #Dominik Mysterio fic #Dominik Mysterio smut #read and enjoy

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gffa · 1 year

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Hi! I'm not sure how much help I'm going to be because my view of the sequel trilogy lives in kind of a nebulous space, where I really like the characters and I actually like a lot of the potential of the storyline, but I dislike TFA, greatly dislike TLJ, and was actually pretty okay with TROS all things considered. I don't want to dig too deep into the negativity of my feelings but they're basically - TFA was too much of a repainting of ANH for me, the initial shine of it was through its potential, but when that didn't pay off in the other movies, the shine came off TFA, too. - TLJ was set too close to TFA, Finn's character should have been tied into the Canto Bight plot (which was exhausting as it was), as a stolen child soldier he has the most reason to hate the rich, but absolutely nothing was done with him, Luke being on that island for that long was out of character for him, Rey's entire story became wrapped up in Kylo Ren, neither of those characters had nearly enough connections with others despite having very good reasons to, like why do we not spend more time on Luke & Kylo?? and it played at being subversive but it absolutely was not, it's all been done before (and I really hated the way Force abilities worked in the movie) and killing off your main villain in the second act was a baffling decision - TROS' biggest problem is that it should have been two movies instead of one, it was a series of trailers rather than a story with breathing room, and it suffered the most from the lack of planning + the main villain being killed off in the second movie But here's why I still like The Rise of Skywalker the best: The bones of what's there are a pretty good Star Wars story! Yes, Rey Palpatine came out of nowhere and was very silly, but if you can't handle silly, I don't know how you can make it as a Star Wars fan, it's such a silly franchise! I'm not afraid to love a scene I laugh out loud at--and, yeah, I laughed RIGHT OUT LOUD the first time Kylo dramatically said, "You're a Palpatine." I laughed so hard I had tears in my eyes and let me tell you, I fucking LOVE that scene now. Or how the last words of any Skywalker, the last word Ben Solo/Kylo Ren ever says in the movies' franchise is, "Ow." I am laughing RIGHT NOW, please, p l e a s e, that is so on-brand, I can't handle it, it's too funny. But I also like the basic storyline because Rey's story in TROS is her struggling with her own inner darkness, that she feels there's something dark in her soul because she's Palpatine's granddaughter. The movie isn't saying that's true, but that Rey struggles with thinking it's true, and she has to wrestle with her dark side, just like every Jedi before her has as they're coming into their power. Anakin wrestled with his dark side and lost in Attack of the Clones and even worse in Revenge of the Sith. Luke wrestled with his dark side in the vision he sees of himself in Vader's helmet in the cave in ESB and in the climactic scene of ROTJ, where he nearly hacks his father's arm off in rage after his sister and friends are threatened. He has to claw his way back out of that. Ezra Bridger struggles with the dark side in Rebels as he comes into his power and he has to claw his way out of it as well. Rey has to struggle with her own lure towards the dark side as she comes into her power--she rips a ship apart in the sky because she was so determined that Chewie was hers, she was so angry at Kylo that Force lightning burst out of her. She's seeing Sith visions of herself on the wreckage of the Death Star. This is a theme that has been there since the very beginning, that Jedi have to struggle through a temptation to the dark, and her relation to Palpatine preys on that. That's kind of why I wound up loving Ben's scene with Han as well, because that was an entirely imagined scene, but it represents that the way the Force works, you have to dig yourself out of the hole you're in, that Ben using the memory of his father, the last moments of connection he had with his mother, to pull himself out of the dark, really worked for me. And I'm okay with his death, because this is Star Wars, people die before they should all the time. I even liked the political message of the final movie, yes, Rey vs Palpatine was the big Jedi vs Sith showdown, but the main galactic battle? Had people showing up. Just... people. One of the themes I've talked a lot about, especially because The Clone Wars kind of has it as a running theme is that the average galactic citizen doesn't do jack shit about the state of the galaxy they live in. The Rebellion had people starting to stand up, but it was an organized effort, it recruited people. TROS had just people showing up, that Leia and the Resistance had been trying to rally the cause, but ultimately it was the galactic public finally, finally saying, "We have to stand up and fight for ourselves, not depend on other people to do it." Was it ham-fisted and not nearly as polished as it should have been? Oh, no doubt. But the message. Just people showing up to fight against the First Order that was trying to bring back the Empire. That meant a lot to me. And I loved Luke's character here, that he admitted when he was wrong, and gave us that banger line that's spot on: "Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi." Yes. Yes. FUCKING YES. LUKE SKYWALKER AND JEDI PHILOSOPHY. MY HEART. Nailed it. Does this movie hang together as well as it should? Absolutely not. It needed a stronger writer, it needed more time than it got, and it needed better build-up. But the bones of what was there were actually pretty good and, man, any movie that has Daisy Ridley in that white outfit with the hood where she looked practically ethereal cannot be all bad, in my opinion.

#rey #the rise of skywalker #meta

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hubbydaddies · 1 year

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Misaki’s Intentions

I think it’s really important to establish Misaki wanting Miri back isn’t out of concern for Miri’s safety because of Kazuki and Rei’s job; it’s for herself to feel unconditional love of her child before she dies.

Sigh long post ahead…

Misaki is once again being selfish. It took her losing everything to try and get back what she had before. This means Miri was her last priority in life, and she wants the crumbs of love she had from her child. Her intentions aren’t for Miri’s best interests.

Kazuki’s initial reaction was the correct one. I do believe in second chances, but this is Misaki’s third. The second chance she had was when Kazuki and Rei went to return Miri, and she told Kazuki “that kid” and her meaning nothing to each other anymore. She then followed it up with her fantasies of physically abusing her daughter for the audacity of laughing. And yes, I know actions are different from thoughts, but her actions include sending her daughter off alone to find her human trafficker father- which she did know about given the letter asking for money- that had no problem putting a gun to her head.

Furthermore, Misaki looked surprised when they showed up to pick up Miri which meant she was planning on picking Miri up and leaving without facing the people who had taken care of her for the better part of a year. She doesn’t care about Miri’s happiness until she’s forced to face the reality that Kazuki and Rei have given her a better life than she ever did. It’s only then that she asks Miri what she wants. Miri says she loves both her mama and papa’s meaning she wants both sides of her family to be in her life (something she conveniently leaves out when she talks to Rei and Kazuki after Miri is asleep.)

I’ve known people like Misaki before who said they’ve changed after something traumatic in their life happened. It usually doesn’t last. When faced with her actions by Kazuki and Rei, she goes for the only thing she has against them, their jobs. It’s her only trump card (for now). (Where was that energy when you send Miri to find her criminal father?)

The irony and dichotomy of Misaki and Kazuki and Rei is that it took Misaki to lose everything to realize what she had. Meanwhile, it took Kazuki and Rei to gain Miri to understand what they needed. Now that Kazuki and Rei have lost Miri- which they did to protect her- it will force them to choose between their dangerous lifestyle and their family.

One can argue they made that choice when they gave her to Misaki at the end of the episode. I disagree because their choice isn’t a real one. It’s basically choosing between life and death. Rei got that message on his birthday. In reality, it was a choice between being selfish or protecting their daughter.

There is also a big difference between changing your life from a dangerous job to unexpected parenthood and bad parenting to “trust me, bro. I’m clean. Could you give me the kid? I pinky promise I won’t put my child’s life in danger… again. I know I put her in an unsafe environment for the first four years of her life… And then sent her away as a bargaining chip for money from her dangerous father… but it’s different now. I’m dying. Let me have the happiness of unconditional love for a while before I traumatize my daughter again by dying.” Great, love that for you.

Am I being harsh on Misaki? Maybe. Why? She doesn’t really have Miri’s best interest at heart. She’s not trying to get Miri back because her papas are assassins; that’s just the only thing she has against them. She wants Miri back for herself and herself alone.

Look, I’m sorry she has cancer. But that doesn’t give someone the automatic right to take back a child- a human being to be responsible for- she so easily abandoned to strangers.

My disdain for Misaki comes from the perspective of what this will do to Miri in the long run. I have mentioned in a previous post how I have experience with a child who came from a very similar situation as Miri (their my godchild).

Now, I do believe Miri should have the chance to say goodbye to her mother before she dies. She deserves closure. But how she achieves that closure shouldn’t be given by taking away the security she had with Kazuki and Rei completely. I understand being away from them for now is ultimately safest. But it shouldn’t be permanent (and I don’t think it will be).

In conclusion, Misaki is still doing things for selfish reasons. Kazuki was absolutely correct in calling her out during their talk. He saw through that immediately after she told him her situation. But Kazuki and Rei, from beginning to end, have done everything for Miri for selfless reasons.

#buddy daddies #“Blood is thicker than water.” Well mango juice is thicker than blood #mango juice is thicker than blood

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iolaussharpe-24 · 6 hours

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Am I just a delusional shipper or does this feel like it should have been a thing?

Spoilers for Gargoyles (1972) ahead.

"Go on, your voice pleases me."

"'The sin was not my own, but forced upon me by the incubus; who overnight did slip into my bedchamber and taunt and seduce me with demon's promises until I was as if on fire. He was of uncommon height and finely built. A devil's face of frightful beauty that did put me in a spell. I had no will of my own, but did let the incubus do his will until I was driven mad.'"

Those are actual lines out of the movie. I didn't paraphrase. At all. I played the scene where she was reading out of the book, and typed every word she said. This is a movie about demons who "sometimes take human women" who are trying to conquer the world. Also, in this movie, the gargoyles with wings are the breeders. This one says as much. He was basically the leader. His reaction to being told that he's lost is literally, "Not as long as there are two winged breeders."

Also, the way the gargoyle acts when he first sees Diana just SCREAMS "shipping fuel". If this were written in the modern day, they would have done it. You can't convince me otherwise. You know why I say that?

BECAUSE THE 90s DID IT!!!

I don't care that these two stories have nothing to do with one another. This is a really good comparison. And, even if it wasn't, I have plenty of fuel for this fire. (I don't even need my usual go-to of vampire movies to prove this point.)

Diana and The Gargoyle fit into two categories that I love and frequently ship. Hero/Villain (though I guess this is more damsel/villain) and Human/Monster. I'm going to give examples from both categories that I will die shipping. (They overlap quite a bit, actually.)

Jareth the Goblin King x Sarah Williams

Katara x Prince Zuko

Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Vlad Dracula x Mina Murray/Mina Harker

Erik x Christine Daaé

Batman/Bruce Wayne x Catwoman/Selina Kyle

Elisa Esposito x The Amphibian Man

Catherine Chandler x Vincent

So, with all that context in mind,

DOES THIS REALLY LOOK LIKE THAT MUCH OF A STRETCH?!?!

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scrumptiousassbtch · 1 year

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I've been collecting songs for my Sebaciel playlists, and its still on 28 minutes lmao. Here are some of the songs that I think perfectly suits them:

1. Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

This is screaming SEBACIEL! No further explanation.

Early this morning When you knocked upon my door And I said hello Satan, ah I believe it is time to go Me and the devil walkin' side by side

2. Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Ray

I personally don't like this song before but then I discovered Sebaciel. I literally wept when I realized how this song suits them. (I like the orchestral ver. more)

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

3. Dark Paradise by Lana Del Ray

More on the angsty side. Sebastian missing Ciel, years after he had consumed his soul. Because, come ooon. It is somehow inevitable, sebaciel isn't canon(and it hurts). I'am somehow(we all are) hoping that the canon Sebastian holds affection for our Ciel.

Basically the entirety of the song, but here's the part where it hurts more

Loving you forever can't be wrong Even though you're not here, won't move on Ahh That's how we played it And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine But I wish I was dead (dead, like you) Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise No one compares to you I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

4. Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish

This one right here! Literally soft sebaciel people *sobs*. I can imagine Sebastian saying this to Ciel(I know kinda OOC, but let me indulge)

I had a dream I got everything I wanted But when I wake up, I see You with me And you say "As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you Don't wanna lie here, but you can learn to If I could change the way that you see yourself You wouldn't wonder why you hear 'They don't deserve you'"

5. The Fruits by Paris Paloma

I really love this one because of how it screams feminine rage, but then someone here on tumbler(I can't find it) points out that this song is also kind of Sebaciel coded and I couldn't agree more.

My love, are you the devil? I would worship you instead of him I have no time for confession For I'm too busy committing sins My love, you're something special I've never met someone like you You'd make me fall from heaven But I know just what I do

6. Skyfall by Adele

Oh come on, this one right here. The song when the inevitable happens(I don't want to imagine it. It hurts)

This is the end Hold your breath and count to ten Feel the Earth move and then Hear my heart burst again For this is the end I've drowned and dreamt this moment So overdue, I owe them Swept away, I'm stolen

Where you go, I go What you see, I see I know I'd never be me Without the security Of your loving arms Keeping me from harm Put your hand in my hand And we'll stand

Bonus Song(lmao):

Salvatore by Lana Del Ray

It's because of that damned(affectionate) fanfic on ao3! I actually wasn't able to finish it because of how graphic the violence is. But I can assure you its really good, I'm just a weaksht ass. The writing and the plot is superb.

For those who want to read it(Im sure everyone has read it already), it's The Great Northern by bun_o_ween

And I've been waiting for you all this time I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? Summer's hot but I've been cold without you I was so wrong not to tell, I'm in regine, tangerine dreams Catch me if you can Working on my tan Salvatore Dying by the hand Of a foreign man Happily Calling out my name In the summer rain Ciao amore

I hope it's not that obvious that I like Lana, lol(It was actually unintentional)

Anyway, here's the playlist. Enjoy Sebaciel enjoyers love lots 🖤.

#sebaciel #sebaciel playlists #Spotify

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ikari-cat · 9 months

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Miss your ikarishipping contents, lately I feel nostalgic about this ship. I miss your fankid Blake. I wonder how would be Paul and Dawn's daughter physically and personality according your point of view.

So I actually did doodle their daughter once, but WAY back in the day:

But decided to doodle the duo today, I probably named her something different back then but couldn’t remember 🫥 so I picked Liv to continue the one syllable name trend in the family lol (but also never really saw them having more than one kid 🫡)

Also, since I deleted my inbox to start fresh, this seems familiar to an old message that was in my inbox, so if I’m right and you’re wondering why I’m not really active with ikarishipping as much now THEN

Long story short, I pretty much have moved on from overall pokeani due to the characters never growing up. That, and after the whole fiasco with the creep I dealt with centering on Dawn + trademarking overall headcanons + vague shit talk - OVERALL I had to take a huge step back and realize being a highly sexual adult in a general kids fandom isn’t the best of ideas. OBVIOUSLY, I’m not saying it’s bad if you are an adult fan still engaged in the community, but for me the fandom just wasn’t ideal for me anymore.

ESPECIALLY when both of them returned in Journeys, and as expected, nothing really changed in their respective partings with Ash 🫤 at this point I feel much more engaged with sasu/saku | rey/lo | dimi/leth due to the characters mainly being adults + having more material to work with + their respective settings were more MATURE vs the pokeani setting. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve side eye the Pokémon franchise as a whole and well you can guess why 💀

Overall I’m not saying that I’m like DONE with this ship, I’m just WAY more cautious now due to characters being forever 10, and despite most of my content centered on them IS WHEN THEY’RE GROWN UP I also am not a writer 😅 I can doodle concepts but as mentioned it’s hard to do so when you feel more content in other fandoms + my life outside of apps being an absolute mess.

SO if you haven’t sent me an ask to draw them more prior, and this is just someone completely new, then f

I remember one message asked about the comparison of vege/bul and ikari which YEAH I STILL SAY THEY HAVE SIMILAR TRAITS but it was so old I didn’t want to indulge in it fjwiofjwfj besides I think I have prior so maybe I did answer them in another way and I will never know. ALSO,,,,I noticed that my fankid for dimi/leth is similar to Blake in most ways SO it’s really intriguing how I really jumped from ikarishipping to dimi/leth in terms of being highly fixated 🤔

I had fun looking back to the very beginning of this blog with my doodles as I was looking for my original drawing of these goobers, and no matter what, I’m glad ikarishipping was my first REAL otp that opened up my journey in fandoms. There’s still concepts I would love to finish with them, but overall, I’m just glad to hear you still like my ikari content!

#my doodles #ikarishipping #ikari #my fankids #?#i think that was a tag #cat’s random rambles #i hope this doesn’t sound mean fwofjwfo #I’m just being real #also the read more did not work as expected and the drawings were switched mdmddl #thank you hell site

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sweetmariihs2 · 1 year

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Thinking about how the synopsis of 'flight of icarus' (Eddie Munson's backstory book) looks a lot like the lyrics from "lake placid (i don't wanna go)" by lana del rey

it's an unreleased btw

no i'm not kidding it's really similar (exept for the first part, that boy really wants a spotlight,,, and he's LOUD)

basically, what i understand from the lyrics is that both of them, lana and the guy she talks about are out of their towns (maybe they came from the same small town or maybe they knew eachother already in this big city and came from different places), they are in a big city like Hollywood or Los Angeles (she talks about them A LOT in her albuns and also in this one) and both of them don't want to come back, maybe because they're in love for eachother and don't want to bring this to an end or just because they are living a happy life here and going back to their towns means going back to a bad place, and they are good here, but need to go anyways so they don't have a choice. The guy apparently is a biker, likes listening to rock music and wears leather jackets, but has a good heart and big dreams underneath. Also lana says thay she was "reaching for the sun", maybe she was reaching her dreams in this big city, or just finally living a happy life next to him because she never had a happy life before (guys it's an ultraviolence unreleased, she was very pessimist it that era)

and i didn't marked the "he don't wanna go home" parts because lana repeats this a lot and yes it's obvious that Eddie don't wanna go back to Hawkins or his father ever again

let's go to the lyrics then

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The lyrics:

[Verse 1]

He don’t like no spotlight

He the kinda man, stand real quiet

He don’t wanna go, go home

He’s a sweet baby, but he looks mean

In his soft leather, and his blue jeans

He don’t wanna go, go

He don’t wanna go, go, go

[Pre-Chorus 1]

You are just an American boy

You got your youth and you got your dreams

You ride your Harley like there’s nothing to lose

You got the wind, but you’re not free

[Chorus]

And you don't wanna go, go home

I don’t wanna go, go home

We don’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

[Verse 2]

He don’t like no small things

He be riding round on some tall dreams

He don’t wanna go, go home

Hе don’t wanna go, go home

Hollywood sun, small town things

Probably he’s changed, that’s why hе drinks

He don’t wanna go, go home

[Pre-Chorus 2]

He was just an American kid

Liked rock and roll and wanted to have fun

He felt the same way all of us did

Like probably he was the only one

[Chorus]

And you don't wanna go, go home

I won’t wanna go, go home

We won’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

[Bridge]

I was just an American girl

I was reaching for the sun

I never really had big dreams when I saw you

Were my only one

[Chorus]

And I don't wanna go, go home

I don’t wanna go, go home

Baby tonight

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lmao stranger writers what are y'all into

Edit: GUYS THERE'S ONE MORE SONG THAT FITS INTO THIS

THE SONG IS A DEMO VERSION OF "LET ME LOVE YOU LIKE A WOMAN" AND IT'S CALLED "PINK CHAMPAGNE"

IT'S THE SAME STORY BUT TALKING MORE IN A ROMANTIC WAY

GUYS SHE MADE TWO SONGS ABOUT THIS SAME SITUATION ANS YES THEY WERE A COUPLE

we have two versions, the saddest one that she talks about her feelings and basically being overall depressed and in love with him

and other one that literally starts with:

"I come from a small town, how about you?

I only mention it 'cause I'm ready to leave LA

And I want you to come

Eighty miles North or South will do

I don't care where as long as you're with me

And I'm with you and you let me

(Chorus)

Let me love you like a woman

Let me hold you like a baby..... etc"

AND THE INSTRUMENTAL IT'S WITH THAT ROCK VIBES AGHHHTT I LOVE ULTRAVIOLENCE SO MUCH

maybe i'm crazy sorry guys don't mind me i'm anxious

(paige we don't want you and eddie in a romantic relationship okay, stay away from him)

#lmao i really don't want them to be a couple but this song just fits so damn well #paige i hate you #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson headcanons #the flight of icarus book #the flight of icarus #Youtube

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 years

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Getaway

Chapter 6 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: this chapter was already super long, so the vacation is going to be broken up into a few chapters :)

The next few weeks pass by at a snail’s pace, as if the universe knew that you had something to look forward to and slowed down time just to torture you. While the hours you’re at work or painting seem to fly by, every moment you’re home doing nothing just feels a thousand times longer than normal.

You fill that time with overthinking and overplanning, creating and redoing your packing list over and over and over, until even your brain realizes that it’s becoming a little bit unnecessary. When you’ve exhausted coming up with hypothetical packing lists, your brain shifts over to texting your friends to ask them questions about the trip, at least three separate times a day.

You start to worry about bothering them, being too annoying and making them regret their decision to invite you when you get a text from Finn.

Do you want me to send you a list of all of our plans so far? It might help with the anxiety :)

He’s so sweet it makes you want to cry. Normally, you’d be worried that he’s only offering to do that so you stop bothering them with all of your questions, but then he adds on: Of course you can still ask us any questions you have, I just thought it would be nice to have all of the info in one place :)

And if that makes an actual tear run down your cheek, no one has to know.

Finn sends you a text with all of the plans you guys have made so far: the house you’re renting, reservations you made for dinner, a grocery list, a list of meal plans, and even a basic packing list.

You still can’t believe how you got so lucky with such amazing friends, with fitting into this amazing group of people, an established group that welcomed you with open arms. It still seems a little unreal to you, even months after being their friends. But, you try not to think about it too much, and instead just stay grateful that you have such wonderful people to call your friends.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the morning had finally arrived. Your suitcase and backpack were waiting by the door, and you were waiting at your kitchen table, phone and travel mug in hand. You’re in a pair of comfy shorts, and a light hoodie over your t-shirt, because there’s still a chill in the early morning air, with your sandals waiting near your bags.

You’re seconds away from starting to anxiously tap your toes when you get the here! text from Rose, immediately followed by a light knock at your door. You hurry towards it, phone and mug and house keys in hand, pushing your bags out of the way with your foot.

You want to commit the sight that greets you to memory.

It’s Poe, eyes soft and curls mused from sleep, with a gentle smile on his face. His outfit is similar to yours: a soft looking zip-up over a faded t-shirt and a pair of shorts that show off his strong legs, complete with a pair of tennis shoes. You hate that you immediately think of him as adorable.

“I thought you might want some help with your bags,” he says, voice still slightly raspy from sleep. You just want to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go, and you hate yourself for that. He’s your friend, one that’s far too important to lose over something so silly as a crush. If only he didn’t insist on being so pretty all the time.

“That would be great, actually,” you reply, opening the door further as he reaches in to grab the handle of your suitcase as you slip on your shoes and hoist the backpack onto your shoulders.

“You’ll be stuck in the back with Rey and Rose. Unless you get car sick, then you can have shotgun and I’ll ride in the back?” He looks worried, for a moment, a frown replacing the gentle, sleepy smile that’s been on his face since you opened the door.

“No, I’ll be alright,” you say as you close and lock your front door, “but thank you for offering.”

“I told Finn we should have rented a bigger car, but no one listens to me.”

Poe helps you to carry your bags down to the car, placing them on top of the pile of luggage in the trunk. You slide into the backseat, next to Rose, as Poe gets into the front seat, and Finn starts to drive after greeting you with a cheery “Good morning!”

The drive to the lakehouse you’re renting for the next five days is about four hours long, if you manage to stay out of traffic the whole time. You’re not optimistic about that, and you’re running on about three hours of sleep, so you follow Rey’s lead and slump your head against the window, closing your eyes and hoping you’ll be able to get some rest.

You nap for longer than you thought you would, blinking awake and becoming disoriented almost immediately. It takes you a few moments until you get your bearings, and a glance at the clock on the radio tells you that you’d slept for two hours. In that time, the familiar cityscape gave way to the drab, barren landscape along the side of the highway, small towns blurring together as you zip past.

You spend the rest of your time in the car talking and laughing and catching up, just enjoying the fact that you’re going on a vacation with the people you love the most and letting that sink in, fill you up with joy and life.

When you finally pull up to the AirBnB, you’re in awe. The house is ginormous, and you’re amazed that even split five ways, the price was as low as it was for a four night stay. Finn apparently had the same reaction as you, as he lets out a low whistle as he parks the car.

“Holy shit,” Rose says, leaning forward to see out of the windshield, “It looked smaller in the pictures.”

“You know, I could make a joke right now, but I’m not going to.” Poe says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and opens his door, all of you slapping at his shoulder as you laugh.

The boys unload the bags from the trunk, and you, Rey, and Rose carry them into the house, dropping them in the front entryway.

The house really is gorgeous. The walls are painted a light blue-grey, and all of the furniture looks insanely cozy. There’s lots of dark wood, which contrasts beautifully with the lighter walls, along with a nice wood floor. You wander farther into the house, past the living room and dining room into the kitchen.

The kitchen has large windows that looks out past the porch and out towards the lake, showcasing the fact that you can walk a few steps off the back porch and be on the beach. It’s painted the same color as the living room, with steel grey appliances and a nice marble countertop.

The whole first level of the house is gorgeous, a perfect mix of modern and rustic. It’s not the way you’d style your own house, but it’s perfect for a vacation. You wander back towards the living room, where the rest of the group are waiting.

The living room might be your favorite part of the house you’ve seen so far, even though you’ve only seen a few rooms. There’s a couch with matching armchairs, all pointed towards a TV and a fireplace. You flop down onto the couch next to Finn, and you could swear it’s the most comfortable couch you’ve ever been on.

“The rooms are all pretty similar,” Finn says, pulling out the reservation for the house, “the only differences are the decorations and views.”

“So we should all race to find out which room is the best?” Poe asks, a grin on his face.

“Absolutely.” Rey responds, already launching herself out of her chair and up the stairs.

The rest of you follow after, running and laughing and throwing playful insults back at each other. When you finally make it to an unclaimed room, you throw yourself on the bed, panting and completely out of breath.

“Oh come on, this is the one I wanted.” Poe whines from the doorway, making you grin.

“Too late, Dameron, this one is mine.” You reply, finally taking a look around the room.

The walls are a warm beige, with some beachy artwork hung around the room. The dresser and bedside tables are white, and the plush carpet is a dark grey. The bedspread is a cool blue, with lots of throw pillows and soft blankets piled on top. And, you get a view of the lake.

It smells clean, like fresh air and clean laundry and daisies. With those east facing windows, you’re already promising yourself you’ll wake up early enough to see the sunrise over the lake, at least once.

“Do you want me to bring your bags up?” Poe asks, still leaning against the doorframe.

“No, that’s alright, I’ll grab them. You should go claim the last good room, Rey and Finn are arguing about who got to the big room first.”

Poe salutes you before rushing off to get the other good bedroom, leaving you alone in what would be your room for the next few days. It’s much more minimalist than your apartment, which you would enjoy in theory but you just appreciate your stuff too much to get rid of it. But, you’ll enjoy the wide, clean space for the duration of your trip.

After Finn and Rey play far too many games of rock paper scissors to decide who gets to keep the room - Rey wins - he and Poe head out to get groceries for the trip, after making sure that everyone contributed to the shopping list.

While they’re gone, you unpack and set up your space. You put your clothes away into the drawer, place your toiletries and makeup in the bathroom, and set your book down on the nightstand. Then, you organize all of your chargers and electronics, making sure everything is still fully charged. Finally, you take out the watercolors and paper you brought with you, setting them on top of the dresser.

Once you’re finished, you make your way back downstairs, where Rey and Rose are sitting on the couch. You take a seat in one of the armchairs, marveling at how comfortable they are. There must be something about furniture that isn’t yours that makes it cuter and more comfortable.

The three of you talk and joke until the boys come back, and then you help them bring the groceries into the kitchen. While they got plenty of actual food for meals and cooking, it seems like they went a little crazy on the snacks.

“Hey, it’s a vacation,” Finn reasons with a shrug of his shoulders, and you have to agree with him. You haven’t been on a vacation in a long time, so you plan on getting the absolute most out of this one.

The five of you put the groceries away, bickering about what should go where and moving items when you think they’re in the wrong spot: it takes twice as long as it would if one of you did it.

By the time the groceries are put away, it’s almost noon so all of your hard work is undone when Poe starts pulling things out to make lunch. Each of you has a day to cook during this five day trip, so instead of being helpful you, Rey, Rose, and Finn yell corrections at Poe from your seats around the kitchen island.

The kitchen is full of joy, laughter, and love, just how it should be. It feels a little repressive, the appreciation you feel for the people gathered around you, like you’re choking on it. It sits heavy on your chest, like a thick, warm blanket.

Soon, Poe manages to finish cooking, even with all of the nagging, and you eat and continue to talk and laugh. It’s crazy to you how something so simple as eating lunch is so much more enjoyable when you’re surrounded by people you love.

After you finish eating, you all decide that it’s time to head down to the lake and enjoy the sun and the cool water. As everyone heads upstairs to change, you stick back in the kitchen with Poe.

“Want some help?” You ask, gesturing to all of the dirty dishes.

“It’s alright, I can handle it.” He says kindly, with a small smile on his face.

“It’ll go faster if we both do it.”

“You’re relentless, you know that?” He asks and you laugh, walking closer to the sink. “I’ll wash, you dry.”

You don’t argue, taking the dishes Poe hands you and drying them off with a dish towel before putting them away. The conversation between the two of you is light, more to fill the silence and hear each other’s voices than to really say anything.

There’s a part of you that wants to stay in that rented kitchen, pressed up against Poe, even after the last dish has been dried and put away. But, right as you begin to mentally indulge in that fantasy, the rest of your friends come bounding into the kitchen, ready to finally visit the lake.

Feeling reluctant, which you hate, you trudge upstairs, feet feeling like cinder blocks. Though, when you make it to your room, you hurry to change into your swimsuit and secure your hair away from your face, throwing on a cover up and grabbing a towel before heading back downstairs.

Apparently, Poe changed faster than you, and the rest of the group has been waiting, antsy to get outside. You leave through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen, leading out onto the back porch and down to the lake. The weather is perfect for a day spent outside: hot with a slight breeze and not a cloud in the sky.

The short strip of beach is private, meaning that only the people staying in the houses along the shore have access, and the only other way to get on the lake is to rent a boat from the public rental place on the opposite side from the house you were renting.

It seemed as if none of the nearby houses were being rented out or the people staying there didn’t feel like heading to the beach, so you practically had it all to yourself. You get to be carefree and slightly rowdy, the way all close-knit groups of friends are.

You spend the entire afternoon splashing around in the water and soaking up the sun, interspersed with snacking and drinking. It was, in your opinion, the perfect way to spend the day. Since it wasn’t your day to cook, you had absolutely nothing to worry about. You can’t remember the last time you felt so light and happy.

For once, it seems like your head is silent, and you feel at peace.

It hits you, just how lucky you are to have such an amazing group of friends. Even months after becoming a part of the tight-knit group, they still make sure to include you in conversations, to explain old inside jokes and create new ones.

Late into the afternoon, the five of you start to make your way back inside, washing up and putting on normal clothes for dinner. You feel perfectly tired, the way you’d feel when you were younger and spent the entire day playing in the backyard with your friends.

Cooking dinner brings even more commotion and playful yelling, the kitchen already full of hysterical laughter and screeching by the time you finish showering and changing. You take up your seat at the kitchen island, in between Finn and Rey, and join in on the teasing and the screaming.

Somehow, Poe manages to be efficient in the kitchen, even with all of the yelling and fits of laughter. He passed out the plates, and you guys decided to sit and eat on the back porch, soaking up as much time outside as possible.

Dinner takes a while, with the five of you more focused on telling stories and sharing jokes than eating, but almost an hour later, you find yourself in the same position as earlier, with you and Poe pressed into the small space by the sink. You two decided to clean the dishes while Finn, Rey, and Rose got the fire started.

There’s a small voice coming from the back of your brain that wants you to say fuck the fire and instead spend all night here with Poe, talking and pressing close to each other. But, Rey comes inside to get the ingredients for s’mores, so you and Poe follow after her.

You’re sure that if your neighbors were closer, you would have gotten a noise complaint with how late you stayed around that fire pit, how pure and uncontained your joy was. You couldn’t even think of a single moment before when you’d been this happy, or even close to this happy.

These friends, this family you’d made, means the world to you. You’re so beyond lucky to have such amazing people in your life, people who sit around a fire pit late into the night because they’re too busy having fun to notice how dark the sky is, how many stars are out.

But, as time creeps towards midnight, your friends start to head back inside, exhausted from a long day of travel and time spent in the sun. You, however, are nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep, so you stay planted in your folding chair, soaking up the heat from the fire. Poe stays by your side.

“C’mon,” he says, a few minutes later, the first thing either of you have said since the rest of your friends went back inside. He’s standing up, blanket under his arm, and holding out his free hand for you. You hesitate, momentarily, before greedily wrapping your hand with his own.

You're delighted with how warm his hand feels, how large it seems, engulfing your own. You want to smack yourself for even feeling this way, because he’s your friend and especially because you promised not to feel anything other than friendship towards him.

Hand in hand, he leads you further down the yard and closer to the beach, before stopping and spreading out the blanket. Much to your dismay, he lets go of your hand before seating himself on the ground, patting the spot next to him for you to follow suit.

You sink down, legs outstretched and leaning back on your hands, tilting your head to the sky.

“We should stay here forever,” you say, voice quiet, reluctant to break the blanket of silence that fell over you.

“That would be nice,” he replies, and you turn your head away from the stars to look at him, admiring his profile as he speaks, “but unfortunately, we all have jobs.”

“Lame,” you tilt your head back to the sky, trying to avoid the embarrassment that would take over if Poe happens to notice you staring.

The silence settles again, and as much as you want to turn and look at him, you don’t. But, you feel him shift closer to you, close enough that your shoulders touch. Neither of you say a word, and neither of you mention that if you both turned your heads, your noses would touch.

Instead, you sit there, together, and look up at the stars while the silence of the night envelopes you.

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anakin-pilled · 11 months

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re: your ask in my inbox, i'd love to know what songs remind you of all the sullys my love <3

i know i asked you this question but this is a hard question KDKSKKDKKDN. im gonna answer this one a little bit different. these songs don’t necessarily match each character but they are the songs i would associate with them for dumb, but valid reasons…i feel like some of my choices are basic but oops ? Pls this took me so long i hope u enjoy 😭 kiri and tuk’s choices are most similar to my personal music style.

neteyam -

say yes to heaven by lana del rey

i was obsessed with this song when i was first getting into avatar + the fandom. so, my brain automatically associates this song with neteyam. something about this song is just so dreamy (just like neteyam) LMFKDDDK i wish i had a better explanation but i don’t? this song is beautiful but also something about it is so sad..just like our pookie 😭❤️ but if i had to pick artists, neteyam would listen to indie bands and r&b like kiri. also some rap. Frank ocean, daniel Caesar, etc.

lo’ak:

he listens to whatever teenage boys listen to. 100 gecs, nba youngboy, playboy carti, lil uzi. these artists have fandoms that are borderline cool and cringe, which i think fits lo’ak. because lo’ak would be a cool boy, but i know he’s cringe too. which song in specific?? woke up like dis by carti b would be his song.

jake:

back to black by acdc (sorry tony)… something about jake tells me he would be into rock music, but specifically rock songs of the 80/90s s! idk what the music of 2154 sounds like but i know it has nothing on rock music. metallic, aerosmith, guns n roses’…jake knows it all!!

neytiri:

she would definitely be into music that is much more spiritual and airy. she would listen to sade. which song in specifically? no ordinary love. neytiri was the hardest one to think of bc i know what type of music she would listen to, but not who exactly. she would probably have my moms type of music and my mom is very into 90s r&b, love songs, etc.

kiri:

just like neytiri, i think she would like more spiritual music or slow, relaxing music too. i can’t think of any specific song, so i’ll give you a list of artists. kiri would definitely listen to mitski, the marias, clairo, cigarette after sex, but also sza and harry styles. if she listens to taylor, it’s definitely folklore and evermore but that’s it. i feel like some of these artists have some spiritual or at least introspective quality to their music that kiri would appreciate?

tuk:

what do little kids even listen to this day??? i have 3 younger siblings and couldn’t tell you 😭 but tuk, you can tell she’s going to grow into a dynamic character and i picture her as being this ball of light and positivity. so for those reasons, she’s gonna listen to kpop. but specifically bubblegum kpop and girl groups. any song with a upbeat rhythm and catchy chorus. especially the newer generation!!! some of my favorite bubblegum kpop songs are ASAP by stayc, likey by twice, like u like u by dia! any songs with easy dances tuk would like. also….while kiri would listen to new taylor songs, tuk would love fearless and speak now and 1989!! pop queen <3

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bohemian-nights · 1 year

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i always viewed nettles as a character as mix of rey skywalker and katniss everdeen; as rey who grew up orphaned, nettles tamed a dragon in first place to find her belonging in the world, and only then to get a better life; and as katniss, nettles went trough a cruel war, in what she was embroiled, only by age of 17; it feels to me that after the gullet she probably never was the same, watching her hometown butchered and killing by herself hundreds, probably traumatised her a lot, most likely it was her first kill, and in such an amount, she might even blame herself, basically like losing last piece of her childhood innocence she had; but unlike katniss and rey, nettles didn’t win, she had to fly away and never look back again

Rey 😬Lord I’m getting flashbacks 🤦🏽‍♀️ 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry I’m still pissed off over how the last movie ended because they butchered all of the character's arcs. 2019 was a terrible year for shows and movies🤦🏽‍♀️

Mini-rant aside, I can see the similarities between all three. At their cores, they are girls from nowhere, who come from nothing(this is where they messed up with Rey, but we’ll ignore that), who then lose that nothing when they are thrust into the middle of chaos, and rise beyond what people think they are capable of.

I personally do think Nettles had a happish ending. Both Rey and Katniss don’t exactly walk away without their own scars themselves(and Rey 🥴).

Yeah Nettles first home, which for good or bad was all she knew and she did feel some sentimentality over losing, was forever lost to her, but eventually she found a new home.

She found new friends, a new people, new love(or Daemon survived and he found his way back to her), and she had Sheepstealer. She was likely the last dragonrider for 200 years.

If we are being honest she would have outgrown Driftmark by the war's end. Even if she could return back it would never be her home again. You can’t ever go back to the way things were. The stain of losing Driftmark and being a part of that loss she would carry with her forever, but in the long run she was probably okay.

Keeping in mind how playing the “game of thrones” leads you often to an early death in the ASOIAF universe, I’d say that Nettles “won.”

#nettles #nettles ask #hotd ask #I kinda do and I kinda don’t want GRRM to write a book on nettles and what exactly happened to her after the war #I liken nettles most to jane eyre but these two fit #netty #hotd #hotd spoilers #parallels #house of the dragon

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kaleidodreams · 4 months

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2023 Fanfic in Review

It's time for the traditional year-end fanflc writing questionnaire! If you want to hear more of my thoughts on these stories, you can also check out these individual self-reviews.

List of fics completed this year

Yuri!!! On Ice Inconvenient Crush #LionCub Denial

Sailor Moon Brushwork False Pretenses

2. Number of words written: 59,103 actually posted, but the number would be bigger if you count unpublished stuff. Still, the list is rather small this year… I've mostly been focusing on Inconvenient Crush.

3. Your most popular fic: Denial, with 7 comments and 85 kudos.

4. Your personal fav: Eh, to be honest, I don't really love any of the fics I posted this year… I guess Inconvenient Crush?

5. Your fav scene: Either the part where Mila finds out about Yuri's "friends with benefits" relationship with Otabek in Denial or the scene where JJ invites Otabek to his friend's house party in Inconvenient Crush. I just really like the dialogue in those two scenes.

6. A fic or scene that challenged you: Denial was pretty tough to write. To be honest, I'm still not entirely happy with how it turned out, and I'm annoyed that I ended up having to cut out one of the parts I really liked. (Don't get me wrong. It was the right choice to make and I did save it in case I ever find a spot in another fic where it might work, but still…) Also, Brushwork was the first time I posted a solely f/f sex scene. I think I pulled it off pretty well, but it was definitely something new and different for me!

7. A line of writing you’re proud of: Oh, I don't know… Nothing has really stuck out to me. This exchange between Rei and Minako in False Pretenses is pretty funny?

"Stunning!" Minako declared when Rei turned back around for a final once-over. "You're gonna knock Yuuichirou's pants off!"

Rei rolled her eyes at yet another one of Minako's malapropisms. "Socks. The saying is 'knock his socks off'."

"Now what kind of sense does that make? I'd much rather knock a guy's pants off, if you catch my drift…"

8. A comment that touched you: All of them!

9. Something that inspired your writing: I can't really think of anything in particular, to be honest. I guess #LionCub was kinda inspired by an article I had read concerning parents who use their children for social media clout?

10. Your proudest accomplishment: Sailor Moon Rare Pair Week again, I guess?

11. Do you have any writing goals for next year?: I'd like to finish Inconvenient Crush, and I'm currently working on two other untitled fics. One of them is an Otayuri fic of YOI Rare Pair Week (which basically finished and will be posted next week) and the other is a Chibi-Usa/Helios fic for the Sailor Moon version I host in March. Beyond that… I've been starting to feel a little burned out lately, so I may take another long break once I finish IC. (I won't call it a retirement, 'cause that didn't exactly stick the last time…) I don't know. We'll see!

#fanfiction #yuri!!! on ice fanfiction #sailor moon fanfiction #yuri!!! on ice #sailor moon

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badheart · 11 months

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despite given the impression of being such a soft individual, it wasn't often that rei cried, or shed a tear, but the idea of possibly losing someone close to her ( after fearing losing futaba too ), truly frightened her. even if she hadn't been looking for a relationship, all doubt aside, rei was happy. she didn't expect her friends to accept it, or even understand, but being confronted like that had left her feeling as if she had done something wrong regardless of how she felt—as if the joy that she felt wasn't warranted, & instead, she should be ashamed of it.

rei never intended to hurt fang with her comments, but she was hurt over the way she responded—so vile & mean-spirited. her following comments did not help, as ' love at first sight ' made it sound even more ridiculous. she honestly couldn't explain it, nor felt like doing so after that ; tensing up at the contact she made when fang reached over & pulled her back closer.

"...i'm sorry for my comment." she mumbled, feeling especially vulnerable when arms were wrapped around her, as if displaying that same fear that she had over losing someone. "i know it's hard for you... & that's why i didn't want to pull you away when those guys showed up. i know you miss that." the attention, the semblance of normality. in that sense, rei had looked past the red flags for the sake of giving someone the benefit of the doubt...just as she had done with jiro. it made her feel all the more guilty over what she said ; glancing in her direction with a glazy stare. "it's just... i don't know." she admitted, looking unsure on how to phrase her thoughts. "i just know i'm happy with him, you, futaba... i don't want to lose either of you." she added, finally leaning her head to the side, making contact with fang. "i will tell him to be nicer to you."

Seeing people cry, especially those she was close to, was always rather awkward for Fang. She was not really the supportive type, and if, then more in doing something than offering some soothing words. She had not forgotten, that she had cried a little around Rei herself, but not something, she ever wanted to repeat, it was simply embarrassing for her, even though the received support & comfort was rather nice. The issue was though, that she did not feel bad for anything she had said towards her friend and honestly, she had not expected her to cry about any of this, unaware of her fears. "Heh, there is nothing to cry after," she voiced rather awkwardly, nudging her friend gently. "It's not like anything gonna change, especially since I'm sure that Futaba won't stay long with such an idiot, he will ruin it himself."

Fang could only grimace, even though she had said it herself, she still disliked hearing how guilty she was, how desperate for something that she should not miss in the end. At least not in such a way, she was not sure. Still feeling rather conflicted over everything. "I wouldn't say miss," she dared to correct, definitely feeling embarrassed about her needs, if put in such a way. Sex was fun, but no basic need now, right? Trying to sugarcoat it for herself, so she would stop being so bitter about everything that pertained boys. "I'm okay," she mumbled, trying to avoid any more focus on her, and simply squeezed Rei in her hold, before slowly letting go.

"Lose, oh..." So that was it, Fang had to grin a little. "Ah, your guy may sucks, but I wouldn't suddenly end all connections to you and I am sure, Futaba won't be any different but she probably gonna focus on him for now." Which made her snort, doubting that she would have any luck. She simply could not imagine him being interested in Futaba. "It's not like, he the first guy who gonna leave her." Assuming Futaba should be used to it and take it like a champ. "I had tons of guys reject me." Simply shrugging at that, even though it had always annoyed her and scratched on her ego. "Happy, huh?" How cheesy. "Were you unhappy before?" she had to wonder, while completely ignoring her comment about telling Jiro to stop being a dick, doubting it would work.

#╳ ——「 query.」#mugunghwc

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