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eupheme · 8 months

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— room for two

agent ortega x f!reader

rated e - 3k

tags: pwp/stagecoach sex, reference to sexual harassment, implied mutual pining, flirting, teasing, semi-public fingering, shared tasting, dirty talk

a/n: as a rdr2 enthusiast and with the amount of stagecoach fics I’ve read - as soon as I saw one in the pilot I was like 👀💖

You find your ride back to Brimstone is spent with some very unexpected but very welcome company.

He had made room for himself in your thoughts before, but never quite like this.

Close enough to touch, in the cramped stagecoach.

Just a few moments ago, opting for the smaller of the two had seemed appealing - the cheaper cost, the journey back quicker with only two horses instead of four.

Never thinking you’d be sharing the space.

And now - it feels as if your knees would brush, if you uncrossed your legs. Already trapped within his spread ones.

The morning had been spent two towns over. That carriage shared with other girls, all with their own tasks for Madame. An envelope sealed with bright red wax clutched between fingers as you had clambered out at the first stop - as they had continued on to the next town.

A little bit of stolen time amongst the shops, after your letter had been delivered. The coins slipped to you in thanks spent on something sweet to eat, a new ribbon for the straw hat you had been repairing at home.

The sun creeping past noon, before you had found a carriage to take back. Just managing to settle inside, when you had heard a friendly voice calling from outside.

A hand catching the edge of the door, as the driver had moved to shut it.

“This coach heading to Brimstone?”

The Agent, with his sharp clothes and his dark eyes. You’ve seen him in the Emerald Palace, slipping upstairs to meet with Madame Hume.

The curiosity had sparked even then - unable to keep your eyes off him. Heat rising to your cheeks at the wink sent your way, the caught smile as he followed behind his partner.

His appearance becoming more common. In the past weeks. A little jolt in your stomach when you saw the two of them, standing out amongst the regulars.

Those dark eyes always seeming to find yours, for just a brief moment. But one that lasts, lingering long after he’s gone.

It had been enough to just think about him.

Wishing for another life - one where you weren’t felt up by strangers while serving drinks. For one where you were whisked away by him, instead.

A much different kind of stranger.

There was a fluidity in the way that Agent Ortega moved - folding himself inside the carriage, an easy smile shot your way. Bowler hat discarded, set down on the bit of seat next to him, as he settled in.

“You don’t mind, do you darlin’? This ride is on me.”

And you hadn’t. Not at all.

Now - your eyes drift, across the gray shades of his suit. The sharp vest, the golden chain of his pocket watch where it tucks into a pocket. Everything nearly in place except for the buttons popped at his collar - exposing that extra inch of his throat.

A silver badge glinting against his chest, in the afternoon sun.

With an effort, you tear your eyes away.

But you can still feel the weight of his own exploration. His gaze as warm as the sun that peeks in through the opened windows, settling across you skin.

“Never seen you outside the Palace,” Ortega comments, breaking the silence as the driver cracks the reins. A creak of the carriage as the horses follow - taking you down the main road.

The implication that he’s noticed you at all is not lost - your attention quickly drawn back. Your own smile shy, as his grows wider - pretty curve of his lips.

“Nothing interesting, I’m afraid. Just runnin’ errands, sir.” You shrug, intentionally vague - missing the way his eyes drop to your mouth at the word. The little shift in his seat as you glance out the window, as a rider on horseback thunders by.

“Miss Hume keep you busy?”

It’s an understatement. Running the Emerald Palace was hard work - and combined with a powerful woman and her short temper meant there was rarely a moment to breathe.

Your face must show your answer because he laughs - an arm slinging across the back of the seat, the movement bumping his knee against yours.

“She’s keepin’ us busy, too.” He confides, “Been runnin’ all across New Mexico. But I think we finally found what she’s lookin’ for-”

Agent Ortega catches himself then, his smile apologetic as his hands raise, “Sorry, shouldn’t divulge any more.”

“I understand.” You smile.

Everything behind doors with Madame Hume was hushed - half-spoken whispers and sealed letters, drowned out by the piano downstairs. The only quiet thing about her business.

But you had found yourself leaning forward at his confession - drawn in by him, the secret of the detective’s recent and sudden appearance.

There’s a jolt then - the wobble of the left wheel as it rattles against a deep divot that cracks the dirt road. The speed of the stagecoach has the carriage lurching, a wheel lifting as it crosses the narrow gap.

A little yelp rips from your throat, as you lose your balance. Already off-kilter, drawn in by the almost-reveal of his secret.

Hands catch on your hips as you tip forward. A swift tug as he spares you from slipping into that narrow gap between his knees, the force behind his pull bringing you into his lap.

Chivalrous, in his intent.

A clucking tongue for the driver - a glare as if the uneven road was their fault, as your fingers bite into his shoulders. Wrinkling the fine fabric as you steady yourself.

Acutely aware of the strong arm that curls around your waist. The pull of your cotton skirt where the layers bunch up around your knees - thighs spread wide where you kneel in his lap.

The warm scent of his aftershave, curling over your senses with how close you now are.

“You alright?” There’s concern in his tone, the words stringing together with his worry. His grip still firm, as you blink down at him.

It takes another second - him repeating his question more slowly, with the cock of an eyebrow - before you get your bearings.

“I am.” Your head ducks, “Thank you.”

But you find, that you don’t move.

And neither does he.

His lips part, with a slight upward tilt of his head - a movement that you just begin to mirror, without thought.

Before there’s another uneven rattle - hitting the carriage even more strongly than before - and you find yourself clinging to him, again. Flattened against him, as his face buries in the bare curve of your shoulder.

Your hands ghost across his chest, sliding over the buttons of his vest. Leaning back as heat creeps across the back of your neck, up to your cheeks.

“‘m sorry-” You’re murmuring, the mortification from before, now fully catching up. “So sorry-”

Just now realizing the position that you’re in - how incredibly inappropriate it is, with your knees pressing into his ribs.

With his breath ghosting across your shoulder, so close to the soft curve of your breast.

It has you leaning back - though the hands at your waist tighten, for the briefest of moments.

“No need to apologize, sweetheart.” There’s none of the worry in his expression. The part of his lips as you shift - a short, inhaled breath, “‘s not every day I get a beautiful girl in my lap.”

That has you freezing.

Wide eyes blinking down at the grin that pulls across his face, tugging up one side.

The words - softly breathed out, “You think I’m… beautiful?”

His eyes drag down like they do before - like they’ve done. Slower this time, with the knead of his fingers against the fabric of your dress.

“Thought I made that obvious.”

This time when his head tilts - you meet him.

The press of his mouth against yours. A fluttering in your chest as the soft sound of his groan, as his hands slide around to your back.

One dropping against the curve of your ass, nudging you forward. The slightest inhale of breath before you’re leaning into him, fingers sliding into the dark hair that curls at the nape of his neck.

Your own moan swallowed, as his tongue brushes your lip, licks inside your mouth. The upward tilt of his hips, an unconscious grind of his hips against the layers of your skirt.

A moment as you tug at them - a need to get closer. His hushed “yes” when you settle, when you can feel the stiffening curve against you.

Hands wandering, tugging at the dark tie around his throat, teasing at the peek of skin where the button strains at his chest.

His own tracing up near your ribs, spanning beneath your breasts. Warm through the thin layers of your bodice, and with the next breath - you’re pulling his palm higher.

Ortega groans a curse, sharp on his tongue as he cups your breast, the tips of his fingers brushing against bare skin.

There’s a building heat inside your chest, your tummy. You’ve been touched before, but not like this. Never with such want. Never so openly.

That second thought is what pulls you out - an unconscious glance from over your shoulder. Peeking out at the stretch of road behind you, the trailing path of kicked-up dust.

“Where did you go?” He coaxes - his voice low, strained.

Eyes blown wide, those pretty lips parted again. Your smile shy and embarrassed, your lower lip caught between your teeth.

“I just…” You squirm, “I haven’t done this before.”

His hand drops from you, the dazed look disappearing from his eyes, “We don’t have to, pretty girl. I didn’t know-”

A little laugh then, as you realized - drawing his hand back.

“No.” You smile, “I’ve, um… I just mean here. The stagecoach, it’s so open-”

With the three windows and the driver above. Soft noises already pulled so easily from you - you’re sure if things went any further, there would be no mistaking what was happening inside.

The frown transforms into a knowing smile. Relief lacing his words as his thumb teases against your nipple, the tight pucker of fabric that betrays your need.

A second, before he’s coaxing you off of him. Your disappointment mounting, before he spins you around - only to pull you back against him again.

Your ass snug against his front, with the layers of your dress settling around you. His nose ghosting along the column of your throat, mouth pressing a kiss against your skin.

“How is this, then?” He asks, his voice low in your ear, “I’ll take care of you, and you can keep an eye on the road. See anyone, and I’ll stop.”

A hand flattens across your stomach, lips on the back of your neck. Sending your skin prickling as he inhales, a soft groan bitten back between teeth.

“You’ll… you’ll-” You’re distracted by the sweep of his fingers, the slow rock of his hips. The thudding of your pulse between your thighs, an ache that has them pressing together.

“I’ll make you feel good, honey.” He sighs, “Anythin’ you want.”

It’s tempting. The desire that pools low in your belly. Your thoughts running wild - wondering just what he had in store. What he will give you.

The thought is enough to have you nodding, settling more comfortably in his grip. Perched on his strong thighs, your breath hitching as he starts at your shoulder.

A kiss pressed against the skin, as he works his way up the curve of your neck. A hushed groan as the rock of the carriage grinds him against your ass, his own need evident.

The slow drag of his hand as it rises from your stomach, spanning the space beneath your breasts as his head hooks over your shoulder.

“Christ. Just look at you, darlin’-“

The peek of your breasts above the low neckline. Fingers lifting to play with the pale, pretty ruffles that line the edge - the tip of one stroking against the tight bud just beneath.

Another jostle of the carriage coaxes the dress down further. His thumb slipping up, and then hooking beneath.

Ortega’s groan is soft in your ear. Your hips rocking against his, with the slow sweep of his touch.

“This okay, darlin’?” He husks, before his mouth presses against your neck, “If it isn’t, I’ll get out and walk. Don’t you worry.”

“S’okay.” You sigh, arching into him, “Feels so good-”

With your words, he’s tugging the hem down. Baring you as you send the briefest glance out the back of the coach - but there’s only the sun and sky above you, the rising streaks of red and orange layered in the rocks of the canyon around.

He teases you. A peek of his tongue as it swipes the pad of his thumb - smearing the slick tip across the tight bud, before he’s pinching it.

Your moan is a high, bitten-off sound before you’re catching it. Desperate for more, as you begin to move with him. Meeting the slow rhythm of his hips, your fingers fisting in your dress.

Before you’re catching his hand, dragging it down. Letting him cup you over the layers, where the low ache has settled, simmering.

“Please-” You whine, needing more.

He gives it to you, as he promised he would. Gathering up the layers of your dress, letting them pool around your waist - spreading out the fabric to cover you.

Your bare thighs pressed against his, and it’s now that you can truly feel him. That hard, swollen curve that strains against the fabric. Adjusted to press snugly against your core - an urge rising to touch him yourself, but he’s catching your hand before it wanders far.

“You first, honey.” His jaw grits, “Said I would, and I’m a man of my word.”

Fingers trace over your knee, up over the bare skin of your thigh. Cupping you again - like before. A wide palm against the thin fabric, another needy sound ripped from your throat, that he hushes through a grin.

Before he’s teasing at the waistband of your drawers, then dipping under. Meeting warm, soaked flesh, his own sound unrestrained as your thighs press together.

“Fuck.” His fingers trace your seam, splitting as they part you. Sliding back up until the tip is pressing at a spot that makes your hips jolt. The same tender place that you’ve only found at night, when you’re alone.

“So fucking wet, sweetheart. All for me, isn’t that right?”

Your answering hum is high, as he begins to circle. Turning into a sharp gasp before his hand is covering your mouth, muffling the sound.

“Hush, honey.” He coos, “Don’t want the driver to hear you, now.”

Somehow - the thought is thrilling, now. The thought of an errant moan overheard, the peek of a passer-by seeing the flash of your skin, his mouth at your neck.

But you clamp your teeth together, as his hand drops to curving over your breast again. Holding you to firmly against his chest, the jerk of your hips now stilted as you chase his touch.

The soft sounds caught in your throat, as each breath grows shorter. His soft hums at each one you make, as he teases at your opening.

The tip of a finger pressing inside, before he’s dragging the soaked pad up, pressing just a little harder, a little faster.

“Bet you taste so fucking good. Wish I was between those pretty thighs right now.” He growls in your ear - a thrill at his words, even if you don’t quite understand them.

Clarity coming a moment later, as his fingers slide from you. Shining and slick with you, that heat rising to your cheeks again at the filthy sight.

A little gasp of surprise as he slips them between his lips. Shocked by the groan he makes, as his tongue swirls over them to suck them clean. His other hand catching at your jaw, coaxing you to him.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, when your mouths meet. A sweet tang that wasn’t there before, melting against the heat of his tongue as it strokes against yours.

“Just knew it.” He grits out, before they’re slipping between your thighs again, “Need to get you in my bed, darlin’. Let you be as loud as you want-”

It feels like there’s a spark that’s a bright as the sun, burning inside you. Shining with the wet press of his fingers, those tight circles placed with such precision that it makes your head spin.

Fueled by the thought of getting him alone. Wanting to know more about how he’d taste you, fill you. Wanting to strip away those layers, to find the man beneath the badge.

It’s enough that you’re there, on the edge of something that feels like more than you’ve ever known. The urge to leap rising, knowing that he’s right there with you.

Ortega’s name soft on your lips, breaking as you try to muffle it. His answering hum, low and rough as he keeps the same swirling touch.

The path to that edge rushing towards you, overwhelming as your fingernails sink into the meat of his forearm. The stretch of a finger as it sinks inside you, opening you up.

His hushed murmurs, asking if you’d take him here. How good you’d feel, wrapped around his cock - the one that presses against you with each lift of his hips.

Your whining assent. That you would, that you want him to, want him-

Broken off as the heel of his hand rocks against your clit. The feeling heightened with his finger buried in you, curling and stroking. A second joining, each thrust wet as he mimics his thoughts - finding a rhythm that has you clenching down hard around him.

“That’s it, cariño.” He’s groaning, watching the heave of your chest, the way his fingers move beneath the dress, “Christ, I can feel how much you need this. Let go for me-”

It doesn’t take much more. His touch, his words, rip through you. The thud of the hoofbeats, the creak of the wagon fading out to nothing. A white noise as your head tips back, as your vision blurs.

A ragged sound in your throat muffled as he brings his mouth to your again - the sound of the stagecoach drowning out the wet pound of his fingers as you pulse around him.

The rippling pleasure washing over you, wave after wave. Your thoughts hazy as his hand spans your jaw, keeping you close until you come back down. Leaving you’re draped against him - utterly boneless.

Breathless, until a whistle breaks into your afterglow.

Mechanical - not a person, but the train that you’ve come to know well. The one just outside Brimstone, it’s departure welcoming of your arrival.

The bright glow of your pleasure dims, as you gasp - forgetting that you were supposed to be keeping watch.

“‘s okay, sweetheart.” Ortega coaxes, his fingers still buried in you, “Been watchin’ for you, pretty girl. No one’s lookin’ at you but me.”

There’s ache as he pulls from you, leaving you empty. Helping you put yourself back together - your fingers curling around his as he helps you back to your seat.

The same hand coming to cup himself a few minutes later - a lewd adjustment as the carriage comes to a stop, just outside the Palace.

You shoot him a pained expression, wanting more time with him. To return the favor - all while knowing you’re both expected at the Palace. A look that he shakes his head at, in response.

Opening the door for you like the gentleman he is, instead - lingering behind as he buttons his long jacket closed.

Hiding where he throbs for you. The spot where the fabric of his trousers has soaked through, dampened with his desire.

Almost forgetting his hat, snatched up at the last second.

You have to part now, it would be improper to do so otherwise. But there’s a moment where he lingers - a hand at your elbow, a split second where he pulls you close.

“Got a room over at the Turquoise Sky. Tell me you’ll meet me there tonight, beautiful?”

Murmured out for just you to hear, in the busy streets. Your very own secret, an offering to find out the true meaning of his words - just how well he could take care of you.

Emboldened, you lean close to whisper your answer back to him.

And amongst the crowd - he smiles.

just wanted to write a fun little no-pressure thing, thank you for reading! 💖

#the pilot was all over the place omg but it was fun!#and I am sucker for an 1880s setting so here we are!#agent ortega x reader #agent ortega x you #agent ortega x f!reader #agent ortega #the sixth gun

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two-white-butterflies · 10 months

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invisible string | m33 | part two

Description: You face a career-ending injury, that forces you to give up your childhood dream. 7 years later, you return to the paddocks as a guest - and as the Team Principal of Prema Racing. What happens when feelings are too difficult to hide?

Pairing: max verstappen/racer!reader

part one | part three

(2022, PARTY AT THE HORNER YACHT.)

"L/N is such an overrated driver, she had one of the most successful engines - anyone could've piloted that thing." Christian chuckled while pouring his guests another round of wine. Max absentmindedly laughed at the joke - he didn't really hear the joke but he figured that it must've been hilarious for all the people around the table to laugh.

Kimi Raikkonen's eyes narrowed - searching the boat for drivers who didn't agree with Horner's statement. "It takes a hundred female pilots to be one man." Horner shrugged and the table erupted into another chorus of laughed. This time, Max wasn't laughing.

itsmee_yn: If suddenly you forget me, do not look for me - for I shall have already forgotten about you. (Pablo Neruda)

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oleole: this is totally about max's new interview 😭 - whispersme9: WHERE? - oleole: the one w/ daniel in the redbull yt

ynworld: Some people deserve to be in the past, mother. - itsmee_yn: totally !

selenagomez: ❤️

nicorosberg: Let's talk about it over coffee? - itsmee_yn: you only talk to me when there's tea :(( - - nicorosberg: You know me so well haha

maxverstappen1: What's going on?

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ynandmaxuniverse: the hoes are fighting 😭

danielricciardo: I DID NOT START THIS. 🤲🏼 itsmee_yn liked this comment.

formulaonegirlie: ya'll imma need a full article on what the fuck is happening 😢 ALSO QUOTING TAYLOR SWIFT? WHEN SHE'S Y/N'S FAVORITE ARTIST AND FRIEND.

itsmee_yn: Had so much fun with this family ❤️ I'm legally changing my last name to Raikkonen.

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kimimatiasraikkonen: 👍🏻 - itsmee_yn: that means so much to me king 👑

nicorosberg: and you didn't invite me? - itsmee_yn: WHO R U? - - nicorosberg: You're new best-friend since the last one got evicted. 🤯 - - - itsmee_yn: NAH

sebastianvettel: Let's catch up soon! - itsmee_yn: u r automatically invited to my house sir

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caption: sometimes i wonder if she really hates the man, or if she really hates how she loves him. 🤦🏼‍♂️

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itsmee_yn: UR A 37 YEAR OLD BULLY 💀 itsmee_yn: U SHOULD LITERALLY GET OFF SOCIAL MEDIA nicorosberg: Why is your message blank? itsmee_yn: I'M TELLING KIMI THAT YOU'RE PUBLICALLY BULLYING HIS 1ST BORN DAUGHTER nicorosberg: publicly* itsmee_yn: GRAMMAR POLICE

itsmee_yn: 3 days before the Hungarian GP ✨

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sabrinacarpenter: I was rooting for you sis 🙁 - ynprivateaccount: He has me weak on my knees 😭 - - sabrinaprivateaccount: old habits die hard 😢

(2022, HUNGARIAN GRAND PRIX)

"So, are you going to explain?" you placed both of your hands on your hips, staring at him with a glare that told him he wasn't going home scot free. "I talked to Kimi," he mumbled sheepishly. "I know that this isn't an explaination, but I want you to understand that I never meant to disrespect you in that way." he explained.

"Kimi told me what Christian said about you, and it wasn't funny. I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry." he apologized, taking another step closer to wrap you in an embrace - but you step away. All your life, you've been told that a woman didn't have room in Formula One - and to hear your best friend laugh at those jokes? It was worse than losing your career.

"Am I supposed to believe you?" you frowned, unable to comprehend that he was telling the truth. "You don't have to - but I'm sorry." he breathed with sincerity in his tone. You wanted to believe him, but you needed more convincing.

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topguncortez · 2 years

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omg plis plis an iceman and reader fic where r is drunk asf and all whiny and clingy over iceman while hes all smirky and teasing and cocky?? While others are just like omg get tgt already?? Thanks!!

fluff below the cut!

"He's gonna kill us," Goose whispered as he threw his arm around your shoulders, as you stumbled over your feet again, "Actually he's going to kill you! I might be able to get by with a little maiming."

"It was your idea to go out for drinks!" Maverick sassed back, as he tried to keep you steady.

"I said 'a drink', Mav, A. As in one!"

"Mav can't help he's short and can't count," You slurred, your words not making the slightest bit of sense. Both men looked at each other confused but shook their heads as they continued to help you walk down the hall of your dorm, "Oh fuck, I'm drunk aren't I?" You giggled, throwing your head back, causing you to stumble again.

What was supposed to be a celebratory drink after having a successful day in the sky, turned into many drinking games and rounds of darts. Goose had challenged you to a game of shots for every time Maverick had a miss with a lady, which turned out to be a lot. Both men knew they were screwed when you started to dance to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' saying it was your favorite song to play while dancing with Ice.

A sober you never spoke about your relationship like that. You and Ice saved the PDA for behind closed doors, knowing how it might seem to others in the field. It was the telltale sign you were intoxicated when you started talking about sex, and Goose had to get you home before he started gagging.

"Easy girl, please don't get hurt before we get you back to Ice."

"Ice!" You gasp, your eyes were glossy but became wide at the mention of your boyfriend.

"Yeah, your boyfriend, who is going to kill us!"

"Icey doesn't kill people," You said, and leaned your head against Goose's shoulder as Maverick opened the door to the rec room. Slider, Ice, Wolfman and Hollywood all turned to look towards the three of them. Ice could tell right away from the way your nose and eyes were red that you were drunk, "ICEMAN! You guys were right he is here!"

"I'm gonna kill them," He muttered to the group, setting down his cards and walking over towards them.

"Hey, Tom-"

"Shut up," Iceman said to Goose, and Goose gave him a tightlipped smile as Ice wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Hiya Tommy," You slurred.

"Hi princess," Tom smiled, "You have fun?"

"So much," Your eyes were barely open and Tom chuckled. You threw yourself against his body and Tom grunted, wrapping his arms tightly around you, "I love your chest. It's so comfy, and looks so good when I leave scratches on it."

Tom's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at Maverick and Goose who were bright red.

"Yeah, she uh. . . she opened up a bit. I guess I know when I walk by your room and hear Def Leppard I should just keep walking," Goose smiled and Ice just glared, "Yeah, we're going. Bye, Y/N see you on Monday."

"Bye Mother Goose!" You waved enthusiastically, turning to watch the two of them leave. Ice placed a kiss on the top of your head, before leading you back over to the card table.

"We're almost done with this round, can you last a bit?" Ice asked you, sitting down in his chair, and pulling you into his lap. You nodded and got comfortable, nuzzling your face into his neck. He kept one arm around you, resting his hand on your hip and holding his cards in his other hand.

Every so often you would place a kiss on Ice's jaw and lean up to whisper things in his ear. He couldn't help but smirk both because your alcohol induced words made you feel even bolder than normal, and the eye roles and glares from his colleagues.

"When we get back I'll let you do that thing-"

"Okay, I'm not sticking around to watch the free porno," Hollywood said, tossing his cards down.

"Yeah same," Wolfman spoke and followed his pilot out of the rec room.

"Lame!" You yelled after them, "Wolfie, you get hard when you see a MiG."

"Yeah cause that's hot, this, is not," Wolfman said, "It's like watching your sister and her boyfriend cuddle on the couch. See you on, Monday."

"I gotta call my girl," Slider said, and stood up, but not before kissing your forehead, "Have fun. . . and don't play the Def Leppard too loud."

"You really like to run your mouth, don't ya," Tom said, and tickled your side. Once they all left, you shifted yourself so you were straddling Tom. His hands going straight to your hips to keep you still, "How much did you drink?"

"A lot," You said, "Goose challenged me to a drinking game with tequila, I hate tequila, and it was all down hill in a 4G negative nosedive from there."

"Sounds like a blast. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No!" You pouted, "I wanna play the song."

"Baby, I don't even think you can walk straight."

"Oh yes I can," You stood up from his lap quickly, only to stumble right into the wall, "Stood too fast."

"Mhm, yeah," Tom said, standing up from his chair. He picked you up bridal style and you giggled as your feet left the ground, "You can play the song tomorrow night."

And true to Tom's word, the whole floor could hear 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' the very next night.

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according2thelore · 2 months

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HOLY SHIT THAT EXCERPT IS INCREDIBLE!!!!!! omg older sam being the one to be called sammy is both genius and utterly hilarious. he's 200 pounds and 36 years old. oh my god.

i love how bitter es!sam is!!! he's so good!!!! and es!dean is so lovestruck its amazing. I love es!sam choosing to wear dean's clothing over ls!sam's, too, omg.

AAA thank you!!

i was thinking about how confusing it would be for the Sams&Deans to refer to each other, and the "sammy" bomb would eventually drop. and know in my deepest of hearts that ES!Sam would take offense to it, lmao.

but LS!Sam? oh that's sammy, baby. he's dean's little brother and so proud. he doesn't want any other labels. he's so far removed from the anger that made ES!Sam distance himself from the nickname in the first place (anger at a childhood stolen, annoyance at over-familiarization from someone who patronizes him/his dreams, frustration at not being addressed on his own terms).

LS!Sam wrestled The Original Evil into a dog on a leash so he could save his brother, and that's sammy! that's sammy!

and omg thank you! i'm so glad you liked it! :)

ES!Sam is immature in the most loving possible way. he craves closeness and assurance from dean, but hates them both for it, in a way. [insert that post of sam talking all that shit about 'hating hunting and hating the life' and having so much fun w dean in the pilot and giggling and twirling his hair and smiling like dean hung the moon.] i liked the little clothing detail, and i'm glad you did too! i think sam in this situation would feel very insecure with LS!Sam (and of course, chooses to align w dean/exert ownership of dean in all things, even if only subconsciously)

lovestruck ES!Dean is my BELOVED!!! this man is brushing LS!Sam's hair with a big plastic brush like a my little pony doll. he's nicking his fingers on knives while cutting fruit to give LS!Sam while he's studying in the library. he's tracing the veins in LS!Sam's arms with wide eyes and dry mouth and a humiliating boner. he's excitedly offering rudimentary facts about werewolves to be helpful--cheeks flushed and unable to look sam in the eye--and LS!Sam nods along, making small ooh noises like he's never heard this information before.

GAHH

anyway.

thank you anon!!!!! omg!!!!! kissing you on both cheeks!!!!!!

-lizzy <3

#ask box #lizzy answers #ES/LS verse #anon <3

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vinnieswife · 2 years

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Your firsts - Al

Arthur Leclerc x reader

words: 631

warnings: none :)

author’s note: I’m developing a soft spot for arthur, he’s so cute omg

summary: small headcannons about your first (time meeting each other, date, kiss and “i love you”) where arthur is a sweetheart

First time meeting each other

you were in a small bakery in the streets of monaco, you were buying pastries for your sister's birthday breakfast

when you turned you accidentally collided with Arthur causing his sunglasses to fall to the ground

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t see you” you nervously chuckled, quickly bending down to grab his sunglasses

He crouched down at the same time and his hand put on yours to get the glasses

he laughed and snatched his hand away from yours, mumbling a little “oh”

both of you get up from the floor giggling at the situation, the owner of the shop suddenly told both of you to go because “we were raising attendance”

you and arthur exit the store laughing at the angry man, “that man woke up and chose violence” you let out a giggle at his remark

after a few minutes he asked “it’s to early to get your number? i would love to know you more”

and from then on, the both of you started to talk every day and developed a close bond

First date

arthur took you to a cafe close to the beach in order to watch the sunset later (this romantic mf)

i think that he would order some lemonade, bc it’s summer and maybe fruit, like a picnic but in a table yk

he would be so sweet asking about your job,family you’ll win some bonus points if you show him pics of your pet

you have to contain yourself to not stare at him with a dumbfounded look

he explains all about the f3 and how he would love to see you cheering for him

if you say that you are going to be in the Quali of his next race his heart will melt

when the sunset comes he smoothly pulls you closer to him, putting his arm around your shoulders

at the same time you rested your head you arthur’s shoulder looking at the beautiful sight while arthur’s eyes where on you

“it’s a gorgeous sight, don’t you think?” you quietly mumbled, “yeah it definitely is” he said with his eyes still focused on you

when you looked at him, your eyes connected for a few seconds, and a light red started appear on your cheeks

he takes you to your apartment, he’s a gentleman what did you expect?

“i had a great time with you Artie”

he smiled at the new nickname, he won’t tell you but he secretly loves it

Firs kiss

you had been together for just over a few weeks and you hadn't kissed each other on the lips yet

he invited you over to his apartment because he wanted to play f1 clash with you

you were positioned in between his legs as you rested your head against his chest, while he leaned back into cushions of his couch

you were both having so much fun and the room was filled with constant laughter and giggles

after a few rounds, you won against him as he groaned in frustration, "this game is rigged, for sure"

“and you are the pilot here?” you giggled at his denial before putting the controller down and turning around to face him, your faces suddenly inches away from each other

in that split second, Arthur wondered what it would feel like to have his lips against yours

your heart started to thump against your chest

"may i kiss you?" he whispers “i’m going to kill you if you don’t” you felt fireworks as his lips landed against yours

kissing you softly and slowly the both of you smiled into the kiss and his hands comfortably held your waist, yours placed along his jawline and neck

when you pulled away, you just smiled and stared into his eyes a little red adorning your cheeks

“if losing means this im not even going to touch the controller” you laughed slapping his chest softly

First “i love you”

you and arthur were on a train back from another date, and you planned to go back to your apartment to watch a movie and spend the night

you smiled to yourself as he held your hand and stroked his thumb across your skin

you glanced over at him while he scrolled through his phone, his hair falling just past his eyes

you started thinking on everything you two had done together, making you realize the fact that you actually loved him, a lot

your heart started to rapdly beat against your chest as you said, "artie?”

"mhm?" he turned to face you after turning off his phone, it was really now or never; you need to say this to him

"i love you," you almost whispered and his eyes softened

smiling, he leaned it to give you a soft kiss on the lips whispering, "i love you too, mon cherí."

#cute imagine #cute #fluff imagine #soft imagine #smut imagine #hot #love #soft #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc smut #arthur leclerc imagine #arthur leclerc #artie leclerc #lando norris imagine #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz imagine #pierre gasly imagine

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holocene-sims · 4 months

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asking a bunch for grant bc im NOSY : 🌾 [RICE SHEAF] How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat? 🍔 [BURGER] What would your OC put on their burger? 🥕 [CARROT] How tough is your OC against certain situations? How weak are they against others?🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?

omg hi nectar 🤭 thanks for sending me some questions!!

🌾 [RICE SHEAF] how picky is your OC with food? what will and won't they eat?

grant is, like, negative picky. the only thing he doesn't really like is any kind of tea but he'll drink it if you give it to him and every once in a while, for a very special flavor, he'll approve of it. maybeeeee not like it but at least tolerate it more than usual.

so yeah!! he'll eat anything, he does not care. he enjoys cooking and baking, it's all very relaxing for him, and he likes trying new things.

however, probably large in part because he never got to eat anything fun as a child unless he was far, far away from his mother (who only ever served "rabbit food"), he does gravitate to classic american comfort cuisine as his favorite foods! stuff like macaroni and cheese, pizza, etc. he might be the #1 mac and cheese stan worldwide tbh

🍔 [BURGER] what would your OC put on their burger?

the absolute dream combo for him would probably be like standard burger patty and bread with sauerkraut and swiss cheese, maybe a fried egg for funsies, too

can you tell he's from the midwest

🥕 [CARROT] how tough is your OC against certain situations? how weak are they against others?

i truly believe grant is much, much tougher than people would at first give him credit for (or even than he would give himself credit for...)

he's been through a lot in his lifetime and he can be very critical of himself for having developed mental illness, a chronic physical illness, and for struggling with addiction in the past because he feels like it's all his fault and he wasn't strong enough to make it out "normally" (there is no normal, i just think he would use that terminology against himself). but the reality is that survival AT ALL is a huge deal and is worth celebrating, and he's very resilient to have gotten to the place he's at in life now. was it fair that he had to be resilient? no, not even remotely, but in a way, he had no choice.

so that said, i think as he's gotten a better handle on healing throughout his 20s and now 30s (yay!! we just had his birthday last update in the story!!), he's become much more unshakable. social situations are his weakest area - for example, it took him a long time to stand up to his ex and tell her to get out of his life, and it is going to take even longer for him to work out the situation with his father and confront him one way or another.

NOW what is he really good at?! handling emergencies! if you're in a car accident, he's the guy you want to be in the car with you at the time because he won't break a sweat dealing with it. he's very mechanically-minded and good with logic and problem solving, so any emergency is not even slightly going to bother him because he does know he's good at those things. he trusts himself completely as long as he can use those skills. plus, he has many years of experience in compartmentalization lol.

we could also think about his previous job (that he's attempting to get back now) here. aviation is very safe for the most part, but you have to be chill about any kind of crazy ass events happening as a pilot because the stakes are ridiculously high. grant has an advantage in the chill factor, though, because on any day of the week, he'd 100% choose flying an airplane that's on fire or literally falling apart over being in the same building, not even the same room, as his mother. in his mind, he's dealt with much worse.

🧅 [ONION] what is surefire to make your OC cry? who knows of this information?

remember the not as good with social stuff thing?

yeahhhh, it's raising your voice at him. you don't even have to yell, you can just barelyyyyyy raise it and his eyes will at least get watery. he can handle honesty, he can handle bluntness, but not anything with a tone or yelling 😥

and i think everyone knows because his emotions always show on his face. in this case, he'll get that kind of twitchy look and his face will look like it's just been completely drained of life

#asks #hlcn: oc info #hlcn: story extras #hlcn: grant #i know nothing about burgers thank you r/cooking and bon appetit for your help #you know what my dream burger would be? bun and ketchup no protein #no literally i used to take sandwich bread and ketchup to school when i was a kid *everyone immediately unfollows me*#i just love ketchup and hate when my food touches you know so i made my own cursed sandwich with only two things touching #btw one of the best days of my life was ordering imported ketchup chips from canada during the pandemic #i haven't bought them since because they were expensive as hell to ship to me but </3 i miss you ketchup chips #holocene-sims? more like holocene-adds-unnecessary-stories-in-tags

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moodymisty · 1 year

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Hey there,

Congrats on your milestone. I love seeing your stuff come across my dash. If it isn't too much trouble, may I request: " You look so hot when you do that. " with Wrecker?

Honestly, there's so many scenes this could apply to. A personal favorite of mine is when he does that loosening up / neck crack before he fights. My soul leaves my bod-...shit, I'm rambling.

Anyway congrats again and looking forward to seeing what you come up with

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Same wavelength, you and I. Feel free to ramble about Wrecker any day because that man... /swoon (also omg thank you so much for the kind words, I'm so happy you enjoy any of the silly stuff I put on your dash XD)

Relationships: Wrecker/Gn!Reader

Warnings: Subtly hinted at Jedi!Reader, Fluff, Flirting

"I like the new look."

Hunter jerks his head in your direction, and you look down over yourself. You've always been partial to darker colors, but the black and dark grey of your new robes almost perfectly goes along with the palette of their armor, funnily enough. You shrug.

"Well, I had to match. Couldn't just go around sticking out like a sore thumb." He gives you a small, lopsided smile and nods. "Hopefully, it doesn't get singed like the last one." Hunter turns and gives Wrecker a look, who in response he holds up his hands and relents; But it's not as if he needed to in the first place.

"We're landing in 10. Make sure you have everything you need." The planet you're bound for is in view, and it won't be long until you're on solid ground again. Hunter returns to his spot by the navicomputer and leans over the controls, doing something undiscernible as you prepare to finally land.

It hasn't been that long, but fresh air is still desperately wanted. And some room to spread out, as Wrecker stands beside you and stretches his arms, almost bumping into multiple parts of the ship. You feel cramped and stuffed tight in this ship, so you can't imagine how he deals with it. And for much longer periods of time, too.

He lets out a grunt as he fixes his one shoulder, before trying to crack his neck. He gives it a few rolls around before leaning it hard to one side, and then the opposite.

Even with all of his armor but his helmet on, you can see the way his muscles flex above the collar of his bodyglove. The veins running up either side of his neck, or the bump on his throat.

It's... Distracting.

If anyone were to take a look at you they'd know you were quite obviously staring, and with quite an incriminating expression to boot. Thankfully when Wrecker turns towards you however, you have your composure back.

"What?" He looks down at you as he cracks his knuckles next, one hand before the other.

You and Wrecker have a little bit of an odd relationship; Usually involving plenty of joking around and silly flirting. It's something that's progressed over time and you don't know exactly where you both stand in it all, but it's fun. He's sweet, and you enjoy being around him.

It also helps that he's so easy on the eyes, saying the first words that tumble out of your mouth and not remembering where you are.

"You look so hot when you do that."

Wrecker grins, and Crosshair turns around in the co-pilots seat to look at you, and all the sudden you realize that the two of you aren't alone.

You want to melt into the floor.

"Oh yeah?" He nods, smirking while he pulls at his shoulder in another position; But you can see some of his shyness peeking through. "I'll uh, keep it in mind." His smile is a bit softer now; As much of a confident dynamo as Wrecker is, sometimes he has trouble taking genuine compliments.

The airlock is a few steps away, if I just throw myself out of it...

He's still stretching, and the relieved moan he lets out when his shoulder finally gives way and releases gets far too twisted in the gutters of your mind.

You only manage to pull yourself out when you have to, as Hunter returns from messing with the navicomputer and you quickly turn to him.

"Everything going well?" You say, hoping he doesn't notice the way you and Wrecker are both acting. But who are you kidding; There's zero way Hunter didn't here.

If only Wrecker would stop smiling at you like that...

"There's a small storm forming right over the base, so it might be a bumpy landing." Hunter looks between the both of you, his usual tired expression more so exaggerated than usual.

"And keep it on the down low, you two?" You purse your lips tight, looking at Hunter.

"Yes sir."

#the bad batch wrecker x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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collin-thegreat · 7 months

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Kenma Music taste drabble

again @tetzoro thank you for helping me with this ❤

Kenma is a gamer boy so he's more into chill Lofi and alternative type music such as also feel like he likes some anime openings like the cool chill ones

twenty one pilots (personal favorite alternative band)

This boy is so annoyed with Kuroo'd taste because it's not chill and all over the place like every practice I feel like kenma will immediately put in his ear buds and finally get to relax

This taste doesn't change much when he meets Y/n I mean he will listen to your music type and won't judge you (but he judges kuroo obviously)

but he loves you and that's why he'll listen to your music taste with no complaints cuz happy you is best you

this boy will Bob his head and probably also look like he's Asleep when he listens to some of the songs in his playlist.

Kuroo and Yaku caught Kenma dancing to sassageyo (personal headcanon I can just see it) and kenma made kuroo and Yaku to swear to never mention this event to anyone even though no one would really believe them XD

a/n omg these drabbles are so fun help 🤣😅 also happy spooky season

#anime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #character x you #kenma x reader #Spotify

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dyed-red · 1 year

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hi! do you have any weirdcest headcanon but about dean x john? i love those posts about sam and dean being very weird and kinda creepy and lacking all boundaries with each other and with each other's stuff (like recently that one about sam's baby teeth lmao) and i was wondering if you have any headcanon of that kind about father and son(s)

this is such a fun and sexy ask i've been savouring it for a few days since you sent it.

i think @augustonly refers to this as 'daddyweird' for john-related weirdcest so it's definitely something i've thought about before in the context of deanjohn. tbh i'm far more of a dean x john gencest and weirdcest enjoyer than outright dean x john wincest, so you have come to the right place.

because i read them as engaged in covert incest, or symbolic incest, in this sort of self-immolating mobius coil, which dean doesn't really acknowledge or realize that john is also in (until it's too late) and which john refuses to look right at because he needs dean and hates himself for needing dean and hates dean for needing him too while also wanting to give dean everything. it's very messy. i'm a fan.

in terms of articulate headcanons, it's hard to give you too many concrete things here. most of what i have is nebulous vibes lol. but okay.

dean's canon anger and jealousy over john's various hookups i think would manifest in interesting ways, both during the years sam is there (more covertly) and when he is gone (more overtly). dean understands that a wife -- the role he symbolically fills, not that he acknowledges it as such and instead buries deep into elemental understanding alone -- is entitled to certain things, including fidelity. as a teen and young adult, blocking john's attempts to go out, biting his lip and reminding him of the budget, of the fact that they have booze here, going to the bar to bring him home if he stays out too late, especially hanging around if there's a woman on his arm. and rationalizing it to himself as making sure his father doesn't spend too much of their very limited money, that he won't be tired and surly the next morning and snap at an already cantankerous sam, that any hunter needs someone to watch his back and make sure a succubus doesn't take him home.

and in the stanford years, that sort of entitlement over john's sex life becoming more overt, insisting (in a toothy grin sort of way, never demanding directly, of course) on sharing a room when they're on the same job even though john's become a bit more accustomed to privacy as he's worked more and more jobs away as the boys aged.

and that entitlement over his father's things, like cologne and aftershave and clothing omg. the jacket in the pilot episode, dean doesn't even think twice, grabbing it is as natural as breathing. (don't we see the same jacket in After School Special? the clothing entitlement started young). dean borrowing his father's razor, his father's skin mags, his father's toothbrush. running it over his teeth and tongue and making himself gag, just a little, with it at the back of his throat before the sensation shocks him out of it, spits the frothy toothpaste in the sink, tries not to think about the fact that he's hard or why.

john has a huge degree of entitlement over dean and dean's body as well. different, though. not jealousy but a too-close sense of pride in his hookups. didn't think too much about it and kept a distance when dean was younger but when he's of an age to sit comfortably with his fake id in the bar, to be of an actual age to be in that bar, and watching all the attention float around him, the heady desire that coalesces in the eyes of people who want to devour a young and beautiful thing like dean. protective, john would tell himself, that's all it is when he's observing. protective and amused, sure, when dean's kissing that beautiful blonde right at the bar itself, kiss drunk red lips. and pride, normal pride, when dean makes sure to find john in the crowd, over his pool game or across the bar, locks eyes and dean's face relaxes into an easy smile, reassured. dean's being smart, knowing his surroundings, and the flare in john's chest is just love for his boy, joy at his joy, and if there's a sense of affirmation that dean belongs to him, it's fatherly. it's fatherly.

it's not attraction between them, not really. it's triangulated and complex. they don't want to fuck each other but are disturbingly entitled to each other. john doesn't respect dean, not properly, but he loves him fiercely. dean admires his father and resents him but can't let himself acknowledge the second part of that, and the one thing he doesn't feel entitled to (not yet) is that resentment and anger. it comes out as a desire to be close beyond reason, to force his father to see him, to look at him, to acknowledge him and to give him what he is due.

they have no boundaries. sometimes the motel has only a room with one bed and they fall asleep to each other's snores and wake up with scents that are mingled and similar, bodies that are too similar, faces that look the same in sleepy waking and they recognize themselves in the other. sometimes dean jerks off to john's skin mags while john's in the shower and the door isn't closed the whole way. sometimes john goes to check on dean and finds him getting a blowjob in the impala or behind the bar and sometimes john keeps his distance and watches and tells himself it's just his job to have his kid's back and make sure he didn't take home a succubus.

(and the entitlement stretches to what john will ask dean to do for the job, but that is straight up canon. go make yourself monster bait, let that vampire suck on your neck, trick that monster into trying to bed you so it lets its guard down. john watching his son get molested while dean grits his teeth and plays his part and waits to be saved. john comforting himself with how he's never let it go too far, never asked dean to get on his knees or his back for a case, ignoring the gut-deep understanding that dean has most certainly done both when a situation -- financial or hunting -- has demanded it. john hasn't asked it of him, not directly, so it doesn't count. and dean's reciprocal entitlement then to john's space and time and comfort, his relative sobriety and words of affirmation and partnership. he's earned his keep.)

#this might be more weirdcest or borderline incest than it is gencest or what you were looking for #but to me it's all about that blurred boundary #john x dean #dean x john #daddyweird

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1d1195 · 2 months

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I feel like it has gone by quickly?? But at the same time THE CONCEPT OF TIME IS SO WEIRD TO ME I SERIOUSLY DONT KNOW ANYMORE LOL and Friday I was a bit busy :( it was a friends birthday so I out! But trust me I was ITCHING to pull up tumblr, read and talk to you! You know I love your book recs! And honestly that book sounds creepy! But you’re right I probably would end up reading it and liking it! Definitely added to my list! But I am surprised that you read it solely because you like “easy reads” , things that basically aren’t too stressful! Glad it wasn’t horrible though lol

I SERIOUSLY CANT LOOK THAT MAN IN THE EYES😭 when i turned in my exam to him my heart was beating out of my chest! And UGH IM A SUCKER FOR A HEIGHT DIFFERENCE LIKE MY BRAIN GOES CRAZY!! And idk he’s such a hot DILF lol and YES I DID SEE THOSE HARRY PICS AND I SWEAR I FELT LIKE DROPPING ON MY KNEES FOR THAT MAN😵‍💫😩 he looks so good it makes my head all fuzzy lol

Trust me I WAS CRAZY TOO!! All I wore were band t shirts and merch during my emo phase like I had no normal clothes or clothes that weren’t from hot topic bahaha and honestly I see why you were team Edward! I FINALLY saw the Twilight movies this past summer for the first time! I was never drawn to it when it was popular or the books BUTTTTT if I did have to chose I would have been team Edward lol there was no competition in the first place lol and yes I knew ALL the emo bands lore and stuff! Specifically twenty one pilots’s lore which is all lot lol but taht was like when i was 11 lol now i simply CANNOT due to lack of brain power lol

ANOTHER COUPLE MIGHT BE GETTING ENGAGED?! HELLO?! IM GONNA CRY FOR SURE!! And I’m sure part 4 will be great! You’re really great with coming with such detailed and unique! And you take such classic tropes and give your spin on it! I genuinely think you’re so talented Sam!

What’s crazy is that in my head I call you “ Samantha” when you literally do something crazy in your stories or like make me giddy?? Like “omg SAMANTHA!!!?” Idk if any of that made sense lol anyways Noah would have been cute! But Kyle is definitely more of a frat boy name lol and yeah I know about icebreaker never read it but I’ve definitely seen the girlies go crazy over it lol

My Kyle is literally so sweet! I met him at my schools IT services thing and he helped me out! Then I saw him again and he’s very nice!

And you know I love your long responses and I love you!!!-💜

HAHAHAHAHA I TALK TO MYSELF ALL THE TIME. I CONSTANTLY say “get it together Samantha.” That’s hilarious. I love that! If you’re inclined you gotta let me know which part/line in particular you do that for every once in a while 😭😂💕 please do not apologize for having friends and plans and being social. I’m glad you went out! That sounds like fun! My best friend and I are November birthdays so we celebrate the whole month of our births (our significant others LOVE it almost as much as we do, obviously).

The book was SO CREEPY. Stress level 12/10. So OBVIOUSLY I know the deeper meaning behind “don’t judge a book by its cover” but I’ve literally never picked up a book without judging its cover. Or at the very least the back cover. I’m pretty close with my sister so I often give books about sisters a thorough twice over. ALL THIS TO SAY I had no idea what it was going to be about when I picked it up hehehehe

Omg I could cry. Height difference, DILF, unable to look him in the eyes ughhhh I will also cry. I’m swooning just thinking about it 😭 I gotta write a professor/TA situation one of these days 😍😍😍

I don’t think I had an emo phase. A pseudo emo phase for sure. I never got into bands the way I was supposed to (but if I hear Fall For You I turn into a puddle). I’m obsessed with the image. I am spiraling at the idea you only saw Twilight last summer. I went to the midnight premieres I’m CRYING 😂

I have a lot of ideas in my head but they all boil down to happily ever after, marriage, 2.5 kids, and a white picket fence. I feel bad yall gotta keep reading the same story over and over 😂

Okay Kyle def is more of a frat name that was also what I thought when I switched it over. Noah was too cute I think hehehe maybe another story.

OBSESSED WITH YOUR KYLE MEET CUTE. CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE ABOUT IT 😍💕

Have a lovely start to your week bestie! 💕💕

Xoxo

P.s. Don’t read my update tomorrow if you’re having a good day lol I have been struggling with seasonal depression (I think it’s just regular depression actually at this point. But ya know) I am being dramatic honestly. Please don’t worry about me but regardless I’m probs going through an emo phase NOW hahahahahaha so it’s a little bit of a tear jerker imo

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chicken-nugget64 · 3 months

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i saw your post about wanting to try star trek (yessss, join us, we love you already 🤍)

i'm here to suggest you do indeed start with tos BUT i highly recommend looking up/watching the episodes of season one in order of PRODUCTION (and remember "the cage" is technically an unaired pilot. although interesting, it's not actually the first episode of THE show. kirk is not in it and all the characters are very different).

i think this makes the initial watch much less jarring as the costumes and characterization grows in a more natural way than the way they skipped around during the live tv era :) it's how i started my sister off and she agrees!!! it's also how i choose to rewatch the show every time I do :)

the sets and costumes may seem ridiculous, and they are, but just keep an open mind for what they were working with in the 60s and the 2pixel screens they were being displayed on. there's a lot of theater lighting and over acting for that reason but it grows on you!!!

i really hope you enjoy, they are so special to me and have been to many millions of people :) and even if you don't, i wish you the best day ever friend!!!

Ty for the recommendation to watch the production order! i switched to that list after I watched the first 3 episodes of the regular(?) order. i think it's done really well for a show in the 60s! And i enjoy how earnestly they take all the set pieces (the "alien" dog omg so cute). I've also noticed at least one person aboard the ship goes literally insane every episode. i kinda wish they had some character development and less of, that. But overall, its pretty good. i totally understand now why it got so popular in the first place.

My mom and i had fun with laughing at how utterly crazy it can get sometimes XD. The fact that both me and her enjoyed it is a miracle.

#Star Trek #Trekkies #tumblr drags me into the star trek fandom #ty for the ask! i dont know how to open my inbox on mobile so sorry for the slow response

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booasaur · 1 year

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Harlem spoilers

I loved the finale SO MUCH omg like Quinn deciding to take time for herself is so unexpected of a storyline but so actually good for her? Like she has been dating nonstop since the pilot so I think a season 3 storyline where she’s by herself figuring herself out is so good.

Then Tye. OMG what a TWIST. Aimee being Zoe’s Mom???? OOH I’m excited

Not sure how I feel about Angie getting proposed because it is fast but also it does kinda work for a Angie tbh and we don’t know how much time has passed really they haven’t told us

Then Camille her finally finally buckling down and focusing in her career when she’s been all over the place career wise since season 1?? And Pruitt maybe deciding to fight for her to stay?????? My god.

THEN. THEN THE CLIFFHANGER OMG THE CLIFFHANGER. It’s gotta be Angie right? Her storyline is the only one that would work with a pregnancy! Quinn can’t find herself if she’s strapped to a baby daddy (also I think we would’ve heard if Grace’s husband was becoming a recurring? Like I know season 3 isn’t confirmed yet but I just feel like that would be something we would’ve heard about if they were planning on making him more than a cameo and they would’ve put more effort into Quinn and Keith’s relationship if that was the case) Then Camille this whole season has been about her and Ian and her eggs I don’t see them rehashing that. Then Tye obvi can’t be pregnant. So it’s GOTTA be Angie I feel.

Thank you for the spoiler warning!

I already spoke about Quinn in the previous ask and lol, the Aimee and Zoe thing is such a mess. I wonder if they'll try to have Aimee and Tye make a go of it but it'll be too weird in the ennd. The Angie proposal definitely feels early but I suppose there's no reason to not go ahead with an engagement if they're both ready, and they seem like they are.

Very happy to see Camille winning at work and making a decision about no kids and not feeling guilted because Ian does want them and she's cost him so much already, which, to be clear, she didn't make him do any of this, but she feels responsible all the same.

Now, the cliffhanger. Both you and the previous anon implied that it can't be Quinn because it'd disrupt her finding herself storyline but I don't know if the writers would choose storylines based on least disruption, in fact, I kind of think they'd go for max. :x

It's true that it'd fit so well with Angie's storyline, but that's why I wonder if it might not be her. Or if it is her, then Mike's not the father. There's no fun in things going smoothly, as we've seen with all the other romances. I doubt it's Tye, of course, though I suppose one can never rule that out, but we'll put it in the least likely category for now.

The thing is, unless this is the last season, a baby doesn't really fit the show's vibe, though I can see them being supportive through the season during a pregnancy and rushing to the hospital at the end of the season to all be there for the baby being born. But then how would another season go? Bringing a baby to their lunches or constantly looking for a babysitter? So I wonder if possibly they might go with an abortion storyline, in which case I could see that being Camille's very tough arc, knowing how much Ian wants kids and the improbability of getting another chance at a pregnancy vying with her career and simply being unsure about it all. It'd be another reason to keep Ian in the show, since Tyler Lepley seems a regular along with the main four ladies.

On the other hand, the show may not go with abortion and instead highlight the dangers to expecting Black parents through pregnancy, delivery, and after, in the American healthcare system. In that case, I could see it being Quinn after all. And the show might decide that it's not going to be pigeonholed as just friends drinking and hanging out all the time and slowly work in children.

The other thing to keep in mind is that while Angie's s3 would be filled with the engagement/wedding, Tye with this romantic mess, Camille possibly with her career (and maybe Jameson??), learning to be at peace with yourself is more a passive thing. So, if they're trying to plan s3 storylines, that might be how Quinn's goes.

On the other hand, that seems brutal for her, to go from depression to, well, an unwanted pregnancy, to put it brutally, to then what, an exhausted mother in s4? Plus, like you said, the thing with Keith was so weak, like a little placeholder relationship that only existed to not be significant.

Honestly, I've just spilled out all my thoughts and really have no idea which way they're leaning. It all comes down to the stories they want to tell.

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