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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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hot laps * fem!driver

the fact of the matter is that she's got the reputation of being a reckless driver on the road, but they didn't know the extent until they had to join her for a hot lap around the track

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver, macky

notes: hi i got bored at work and this is what i did instead of my dissertation

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

-> max verstappen, #1

literally cannot stop screaming the entire time

he knew she was a reckless driver by some degree on the road

but not like this

she takes him on an extra lap and goes faster, almost clips the wall and almost loses the car

is kinda impressed that she recovered it somehow

stumbles out the car a sputtering mess at how hard she’d gone in the car

“remind me not to anger you”

-> logan sargeant, #2

unfortunately is used to his life being in grave danger at her hands

lowkey still has a heart attack even though he knew she’s been driving like this since he taught her how to drive a road car at 16

holds onto the handles for dear life

disappointed but not surprised

“i almost got murdered trying to do content with rocky”

-> lando norris, #4

is silent most of the time

wide eyed though

is kinda traumatised at how fast she was going

because she seems to be having a lot of fun

just walks away the minute she parks the car at the grid

"doesn't seem normal to be giggling and humming songs when you're driving at 200km/h"

-> alex albon, #23

a little impressed

not sure what logan’s deal is about her driving

her driving reminds him a lot of george’s recklessness behind a wheel

isn’t as bad as george so that’s a win to him

“she’s a close second to george on the list of people i wouldn’t let drive me around”

-> liam lawson, #30

cussing her entire bloodline the minute she accelerated

apologises for every time he’s angered and pissed her off

his eyes were closed half the time, only ever peeking through an eye every couple seconds

terrified for his life

“have you ever considered operating a rocketship instead of a race car”

-> mick schumacher, #47

kinda enjoys it actually

she’s driven his car on the road before

asks her for a second lap because he literally doesn’t have the time to go to an amusement park

she says no

says she'll do it if he pays her money and the rates are $5/km/h

“it’s like getting on a roller coaster except it’s not nearly as scary”

-> george russell, #63

screams half the time she’s driving

literally tries to be a backseat driver

could feel his stomach left behind at sharp turns and his lifespan decreasing

actually saw his life flash before his eyes

“i need to apologise to alex for my driving behaviour”

-> oscar piastri, #81

would rather be anywhere than in a moving car with her

tries everything in his power not to get in the car with her

is unfortunately dragged in by lando because “if i had to go through it, so do you”

“i’ve lived with her, i’ve BEEN through it”

doesn’t feel much during the lap

feels kinda nice actually

better driver than he remembers her to be

“perhaps my expectations were low, but you weren’t as bad as i remembered so good job”

— bonus

-> sebastian vettel, #5

doesn’t even blink

sits there and takes it

kind of wonders why he allowed himself to be the target of the socmed’s team

from a race car driver perspective: good, but as a human: it’s absolutely foul

jelly legs when he came out of the car

“whoever let you have a license should have a stern talking to”

-> matt cornett (boyfriend!)

is praying for his safety the minute she approached him with bright eyes and a hopeful smile that he’d join her for a hot lap

literally thinks she’s going to kill him

isn’t as bad as he thinks

still thinks the rate she went at was too fast for his personal preference

she shrugs and admits that she went slower than she did with everyone else she's taken

is offended and asks her to give him the same treatment

literally regrets it

“i literally thought i was going to die at your hands”

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tatianafarenheit · 5 months

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Ten years worth of love and pain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Genre: Angst with happy ending.

Summary: A witch was supposed to be an easy hunt. Nothing you and the brothers haven’t done before. Just that this time the witch managed to strike a chord that set loose to some feelings that you don't know if they were better of buried or spoken out loud. (Im bad at summaries)

Baby’s engine purred lowly in the background alongside one of Dean’s cassettes. None of us spoke a word as he drove, perhaps it was exhaustion or perhaps none of us wanted to speak up in fear that unspoken words would finally catch voice. At that time we were coming back from a hunt. It was near sunset, the sun draping the forest in a warm orange light, the road ahead almost too empty.

I looked over at him and saw how his brows were knit together, an all too familiar dent between them. His eyes although set on the road had a certain emptiness to them. He was in thought, his hands gripping the wheel a bit tighter than usual and his jaw clenched.

“Dean-“ I tried, my voice choked coming out as more of a growl before I quickly cleared my throat. He only shook his head slowly, eyes closing as if he was in pain. “I’m okay..” I continued, an underlying tone of pleading on my tongue. “Don’t, please..” He replied so softly I almost didn’t hear him. I tried to shift in my seat to sit up more upright, a grimace forming on my lips at the sharp sting in my side. I bit back and wince or sharp inhale. I remained quiet, not wanting to push his buttons nor to wake up Sam who was sleeping in the backseat.

I looked out the window, my mind running back to the events of the hunt.

It was supposed to be another witch hunt, a simple, normal, witch hunt. Like we had done countless times before. Only this time we weren’t prepared for what we were about to see.

That witch sent us 10 years into the future as a last action before her wounds would ultimately kill her. Sam, Dean and I waking up in an unfamiliar house. It was home for sure but the feeling of it couldn’t be further from homely. Empty beer cans were scattered around the kitchen, and a pile of unwashed dishes lay in the sink, the air was thick and anyone could tell that whoever lived there hadn’t bothered to open the windows in a long, long time. Warding sigils littered almost every inch of every wall. The only normal thing was a picture, clearly cut of an older Sam, smiling as he embraced what seemed to be his wife.

Sam approached the picture, taking it in his trembling hands as he looked down at it, mouth opening and closing, a pathetic attempt at finding any words. He looked older in that picture but he did not seem spared from the hardships he had to go through. Dean walked behind his brother peering at the picture over his shoulder. With a heavy pat, he softly told Sam that he looked like he finally got the life he wanted. With more questions than before we continued our way through the house.

The living room was nearly empty, with a worn-out couch and a TV running in the background, the volume turned almost all the way up. The coffee table was completely filled with empty casseroles and boxes of fast food. As my eyes traveled to the walls I noticed the newspaper cutouts that were pinned to the walls alongside photos and every kind of evidence. It was clear that whoever lived here was a hunter.

All of us stiffened at the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. We were ready for any kind of supernatural apparition to come through, any kind of monstrosity. We were ready. What we were not ready for was to come face to face with an aged-up Dean. He looked almost ghostly, his once green eyes lost their color, now fading into the heavy bags beneath his eyes. His eyes widened. His hair was longer, a beard coming in. Our Dean took a step back as he looked at himself. Shock, worry, anger, it was all on his face. The other Dean on the other hand only looked at himself with grief before his eyes shifted to Sam. I was behind the two, bewilderment basically oozing off of me. A soft melancholic smile pulled at older Dean’s lips as he took in his younger brother. “Sammy, look at you, haven’t seen that face in years.” He said wanting to reach out only for Sam to back away. Hurt flooded every future of Dean’s face as his brother backed away from his touch. Sam taking a step back revealed me behind him.

My breath hitched as future Dean’s eyes settled on me, his mouth falling open as he let out a choked-out gasp, his eyes softening as his brows knit together. He just approached me without uttering a single word, his hands twitching to reach out. I looked back at him with confusion, my eyes searching for the Dean I knew only to see a hollow shell of what he used to be. When I didn’t back away he bit back a sob, his hands coming up to my face, touching me with such gentleness that he thought I might break.

He said my name then, with an impossible softness. His eyes looking into mine with pure longing I almost forgot how to breathe. His gaze scanned every inch of my face as if he wanted to burn the image in the back of his skull. “You look as beautiful as the day I lost you…” he mumbled, tears pooling in his eyes. I froze then, my muscles stiffening as I looked at him, my heartbeat being the only thing I could hear.

The next thing I knew, our Dean pushed him away. “The hell you mean by that, huh?” His tone was laced with anger and denial. He got in between the two of us. The other Dean didn’t say anything, his features darkening as he looked at the younger version of himself before looking at me once again. “Don’t look at her!” Our Dean shouted, grabbing the older dean by his collar. Sam then tried to pry our Dean away from the other. “You better explain you son of a bitch, what do you mean you lost her?!” He shouted once more, trying to grab at him as Sam constantly shouted at him to calm down. Older Dean only clenched his jaw, his eyes meeting mine again. “I mean we lost her…” he whispered. Our Dean let out a breath of disbelief before looking at me with wide eyes.

I was dead. Ten years into the future I would no longer be alive. I let out a shuddered breath, looking at Dean, mortified. “No, this is not real this is a trick! That witch- this all must be some kind of hex!” Dean said out of breath, words coming out quicker than his tongue could say. Those words, although aimed at me, seemed to be spoken for his own sanity. “It's not.” Older Dean said, eyes now glued to the floor. “What happened?” It was Sam’s turn to speak, his face pale as his eyes shifted from future Dean to me. “We happened like we always do,” Dean said bitterly as he looked at our Dean, anger smoldering behind his irises as he looked at his younger self. He then quickly marched towards him, Sam reacting too late to keep the older Dean back. “You have no idea huh?!” He shouted as he grabbed our Dean. “You think you’re only punishing yourself with this life without looking at the others around you! You selfish son of a bitch!” He shouted once more. Our Dean could only look at his older self, mouth open with no sound coming out. “Your brother! Your friends! Your goddamn wife! It doesn’t matter! You break or kill everything you touch. For years- for fucking years she begged you to leave this life, but you’re too stubborn, so hung up on the past that you ruined HER future-“Before older Dean could finish his speech we all blinked and we were back in that house…back to the present.

Looking around I saw the witch hunched against the wall in a pool of her own blood, her injuries finally getting to her. I started breathing heavily as I finally started to process the information that was poured on top of me just seconds ago. I looked over at Dean only to see him already heading outside with hurried steps his hands rubbing his face with anger. Sam picked himself up with a hiss, holding the side of his arm with one of his hands. I sighed, my eyes wide in confusion as I looked around. I didn’t even know what to feel, in just a matter of minutes, my whole life had been turned upside down. Not only would I be dead in ten years but before that I’d be married to Dean Winchester. Funny…after years of pinning over the man, loving from a distance, knowing that if I dared to pursue more it would end in tragedy. And it seems that I was right. Loving Dean openly has been my damnation.

I let out an almost manic laugh as tears started spilling from my eyes, my hands shaking as I looked at them. Sam’s head shit towards me, as he took in my hunched sobbing but laughing form he dragged himself near me, placing a hand on my back before ultimately hugging me to his chest. I could only sob louder. This was not fair. None of it was fair.

I shook my head, trying to shake away the memories along with it. Dean was still silent, his eyes dead set on the road ahead. He has not addressed me ever since then, the guilt each time he looked at me was almost palpable. I looked at him once more, my eyes softening. “Dean-“ I said again, softly as I tried to catch his attention. His jaw clenched as he closed his eyes for a mere moment. “Just-“ he started but I immediately cut him off with a hiss. “Will you let me talk…please?” I asked, my voice softening with the plea. “I guess there’s no way around it now. You know my feelings for you, feelings I have been trying to put out for years now just because I knew it wouldn’t end well.” He closed his eyes once more, a shaky sigh leaving his mouth. “Please- don’t do this to me-“ he pleaded, his voice cracking as he opened his eyes once more only that now tears stung them.

I shook my head, tears pooling inside my own eyes. “I’m not asking for you to accept them, hell, I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t after tonight but-“ he cut me off once more, his chest now falling and rising rapidly as he obliviously tried to keep his tears back. “I don’t fucking deserve this! Don’t you see! You’ll die because of me! How can you stand there and tell me all that after knowing that I’ll bring your death!” He shouted, no longer caring if Sam woke up. “Because I love you!” I shouted back, my tears now streaming down my face. “Pull the car,” I said with a choked sob and he complied, bringing the Impala to a stop on the edge of the road.

I got out of the car, closing the door before leaning against the hood of it. Dean joined, quickly trying to dry his tears. “I don’t deserve you, your love…I thought about it before but now it’s clear to me,” he said softly as he leaned against the hood next to me. The sunlight bathed him perfectly, his hair shining in the golden hour, his wet eyelashes gleaming. I looked at him, fully aware of how red and puffy my eyes were as I looked into his. “Do you love me?” I asked, my voice soft, my gaze never straying from his. He looked at me, his eyes so sad and full of longing as a scoff of disbelief left from his parted lips. “Y/N-“ he muttered, strain in his voice. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t and I’ll go. I’ll try to forget, to keep myself busy and leave you and this life behind.” I whispered, my hand itching to touch him, to bring him closer, to cling to him as if he would disappear. But I couldn’t do it to him, not now.

He shook his head again, looking away as he rubbed his eyes with his palms. “Why are you making me do this.” He said just above a whisper, his voice cracking. “Because that way I’ll do it for you. Because no matter if I die or not, I’ll never choose to leave you for myself. Never.” I replied softly, my gaze now shifting to the pine trees that were gently swaying in the breeze. “Because the more I thought about it, the more at peace I was…” I sighed. “Don’t you dare-“ Dean growled out. I looked at him with a smile. “It’s the truth…I never knew such love until I met you. I was a weapon, a soldier. All I knew was hunting, killing, blood, and bruises. You’re the one who taught me that there is more, that I can laugh and have some time in which I didn’t need to be a hunter, just me. And I was enough for you, it was more than enough for me. And each night since the moment we’ve met on that hunt I asked myself if I even lived before I ran into you and your brother.” I whispered out, a smile making its way onto my lips at the memories. “That's why- knowing that there is a future where I can allow my feelings to take form- even if it means death- I couldn’t help but long for it. I want to love you like I itch to do. To be able to tell you each morning how much you mean to me, for my hands to be free of the shackles that I’ve placed upon myself…” I continued, my gaze shifting towards his again, my smile turning awkward and mournful. “But I’ll never hold any of that above you. As I said, say you don’t want this and I’ll leave.” I said softly.

“God that’s the problem-“ Dean said loudly. “Even after hearing all of that- my first thought wasn’t that I needed to get you away from me, all I could think about was having you like that!” he growled out his hands curling into fists as he talked. “He was right, I am selfish. You don’t know for how many months I longed after you, how many nights I went to sleep with the thought of you next to me! How much I have held back my touch just because I knew that once I put my hands on you I’d never let go.” He breathed out, his loud tone dying as his words spilled. “But- the one thing that kept me away was the thought of you dead and cold because of me…and it seems I was right…” he said choked up. “I can’t do this to you- won’t do this to you…” His hand cupped my cheek, his touch soft and shaky as he ran his thumb over my skin, his eyes taking me in as if he wanted to burn that image into the back of his skull. “I can’t lose you.” He said, his voice cracking even more.

I placed my hands on top of his, leaning into his touch. “Tell me to leave,” I whispered against his palm. He shook his head, pain throbbing in his chest. “Then tell me you love me,” I whispered once more after, looking up at him through my lashes. In that moment I saw something in him snap, a decision being made behind his eyes. The next second he pulled me in, kissing me with such need and longing I felt every cell in my body cry out for him. His lips were so soft against mine, the hand that was cupping my cheek now cradling the back of my head. In that moment it all felt right, like this was how it was meant to be. He pulled away with a soft gasp for air.

“Please- don’t let me have this.” He whispered against my lips. “But I want you to have it- I yearn to give it to you all,” I whispered back, my hands cupping his face as we stared at each other. “Promise me you won’t die.” He said again, tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

“I promise I won't.”

(Hope you enjoyed)

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #angst with a happy ending #i just want them to be happy

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tihgnari · 2 years

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ꕤ 31. forget the flowers

tw: none / wc: 1.1k

from: t(hoe)ma —hey yn! sorry i cant make it :( —thankfully ayato volunteered my ticket wont be wasted and u wont watch alone lol

you knew their plan. you were there, planning alongside them without their knowing. you don't know how ayato got thoma to join in on his supposed master plan willingly, but you knew from the moment thoma messaged you about watching that new horror movie that he was going to bail last minute and have ayato go in his stead.

funny, really, that both thoma and ayato genuinely thought you liked watching horror movies when in fact, you hated them and were only listening to thoma talk, trying to segue out of the conversation lest he unintentionally gives you nightmares. with how animated the vice president was talking, he never did manage to notice the forced smile on your face as you listen to him talk about ax killers in the backseat of a car or a haunted porcelain doll with pigtails.

"yn," ayato calls.

when you turn your head to greet him with a smile, he forgets how to breathe. suddenly he's reminded that everything he's doing, fighting the mold his family wants to shape him into, was every inch worth it.

ayato brought you flowers, just as planned. a bouquet of white roses, and you pray to whoever is listening that he doesn't come any closer or your allergy will start acting up and what a could-be date to the cinema would end up becoming a date in the emergency room. yeah. totally not romantic. but you have to suck it up and pretend you like it because you yourself were the one who lied and said you loved white roses.

"oh," you stutter, slightly sniffling as your eyes got teary just by being in the vicinity of the damn roses. "thats… that's a nice bouquet haha."

"i was just about to meet my mom, you see. she asked me to get her some white roses for her office but when i got there, she said her secretary had already got some for her. i can't let it go to waste so… i guess, i'll just give it to you then." alas, he extends his arms and gives it to you with a proud smile on his face.

if only you weren't tearing up so hard due to the roses, maybe you'd have noticed how impeccable his acting is. if you hadn't known the real story, you'd have thought his excuse was a hundred percent real, from his facial expression to his mannerisms.

with the roses now directly by your face, the sniffles got more severe and no amount of sniffling stopped you from letting out the biggest sneeze you've ever had, making you drop the bouquet. sadly, neither you nor ayato reacted quickly enough to pick it up as a couple of kids playing tag ran between you and accidentally stepped on the dainty roses.

while you moved to pick it up, ayato couldn't care less about the flowers and had just noticed the paleness of your skin and teary eyes due to the allergic reaction. okay. maybe telling him the exact opposite of what you like was a bad idea.

"oh no, the flowers…"

"yn, forget the flowers. are you okay? you look…"

you cough, feeling your throat tighten as you fail to keep yourself upright, unable to breathe and getting lightheaded. ayato is quick to catch you in his arms, panic-stricken face inches from yours as a hand pushes your hair away from your face. "shit! are you–are you allergic to flowers? but… but that wasn't—"

you blacked out. the last thing you remember was your thoughts of damn it; he found out.

—

white fluorescent lights scorched your eyes when you opened them as the distinct smell of antiseptic flooded your nostrils. for once, you were breathing regularly again and didn't feel like your skin was itching. as you sit up and take in your surroundings, you realize you're in a hotel… or a hospital? wait a minute, are you…

"VIP room?" you mumble, looking at the mahogany furniture and the flat screen tv mounted just across the hospital bed you were lying on. and right next to you with the blinds drawn, you see the beautiful sea of lights making up the pretty cityscape.

"oh, you're awake. and yeah, you're in one of our hospital's VIP room."

ayato appears from around the corner where the living room was, pocketing his phone as he approaches the side of your bed with big strides, causing your heart rate to speed up, hands flying everywhere as you stutter with your words. "why… why a VIP room? i can barely afford emergency as it is! you could've… could've just sent me home or…"

your voice dies as he reaches forward to grab your outstretched hand, gently bringing it back down on your lap. flustered and utterly distracted by the softness of his hands, you try to pull it out of his grip until he—

"careful. don't move your hands so much, that's where they put the iv."

you blink in disbelief, head jerking to the side, and true to what he said there was an iv attached to the back of your hand. an iv drip? seriously? for a damned allergic reaction?! how much is this going to cost me?!

ayato must've seen your thoughts written clearly on your face as he quickly starts parroting what the doctor said to him. "that's what i thought, too, when dr. nomura said they'll attach an iv on you because you fainted. so they said it was a severe allergic reaction and the iv drip is the quickest way to flush out… allo-whatever-medical-term he said."

he laughs but you don't laugh with him, the heat in your face unable to make you stare straight at his eyes. ayato was still holding your hand.

"oh, sorry…"

he lets it go, and some part of you wish he didn't.

ayato clears his throat. "don't worry! dr. nomura said you'll be back to good condition after you empty the iv drip. and then we can go on our date—I MEAN, DAY! haha… i meant day…"

"right… yeah, i get it." you bite your lip hard and force your heart to calm down. abort mission! foul! FOUL! that was a direct attack! thank god there was no heart monitor attached to you or it would've all been for nothing.

"i heard there'll be a boat ride a little after sundown. they say there'll be fireworks, too. would you like to come with me? it's the least i can do, considering it's my fault for bringing the roses and we had to miss our movie."

you've never felt this guilty in your entire life. but because of that strong feeling of guilt, you suck it up, smile at ayato, and say yes despite having the worst case of motion sickness known to man.

LOWKEY » previous : masterlist : next

a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — ayato paid for the hospital bills LMAO

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sluttywonwoo · 2 years

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Pls share your filthiest thoughts/fantasies/.... ab each member (or like a few) you have atm cause Im going feral

omggg i love this idea ok here’s some i have currently

somno cw*

seungcheol: being on top of him, but he’s still fucking you because he’s just that strong and it’s like nothing to him

jeonghan: either him teasing you or you teasing him until he drags you to the bathroom and fucks you against the stall door loud enough for other ppl to hear

joshua: ohhhh my god i can’t even decide but i’d really want lazy sex from the side while spooning in bed. joshua just whispering soft praises in your ear as he splits you open on his cock… omg

jun: making him beg to eat you out in a lil maid outfit!! he’s so hard that you can see the outline of his cock through his skirt but he won’t even want to touch himself until he’s made you cum with his tongue at least once.

soonyoung: fucking in the dance studio after practice. he’s got so much adrenaline from rehearsal and he knows how turned on you get when you watch him dance so he pounces on you as soon as the other guys leave and takes you right there on the floor

wonwoo: kinda cliche, but cockwarming him while he ‘ignores’ you. if you try to move he just makes you sit on it for longer until he eventually gives you what you want and edges you until you’re crying

jihoon: spending the morning in bed together… he wakes up hard and wants you to need him just as bad so he wakes you up by softly playing with your clit over your panties until you’re soaking through them and whimpering his name before finally waking up.

seokmin: edging you with his fingers because you got nervous to sit on his face when he asked you to. so he fingers you until you’re about to cum over and over again but doesn’t let you actually finish until you finally agree to sit on his face

mingyu: riding his thigh in the back of some club where no one’s paying attention or cares what’s going on. you still feel so dirty, even though there are much worse things happening in the same room… but the texture of mingyu’s jeans against your clit feels too good to stop. and he’s so hard in his pants and giving you that look— the one where his eyes are half closed and his mouth is hanging open… you’re definitely going to cum on his lap right there in the club… unless he snaps out of it and gets you somewhere private first.

minghao: teasing each other to see who breaks first. whoever is the first to make a sound/moan gets to dom the other for the night and minghao is very competitive

seungkwan: hard!dom kwannie makes my brain short circuit :’) just thinking about him being bossy and choking you with those pretty hands of his ??? letting him use you like a fuck toy until you’re overstimulated and he’s collapsing on top of you after cumming??

vernon: edging vernon until he’s begging you to let him cum. you promise to let him fuck you if he can hold out, but you secretly want to push him too far until he cums all over himself and gets all noisy and whiny before apologizing profusely and asking to make it up to you (you of course reveal that it was your plan to make him disobey you all along because you’re not that mean, but it is fun to watch your boyfriend get all submissive for you)

chan: car sex with chan just sounds top tier rn. fumbling around in the backseat, watching him unzip his jeans to pull his dick out with his hair falling into his eyes and his muscles bulging out of his shirt… yeah

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #long post

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darkstar225 · 8 months

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Twice's 10th member and SMC get into a car accident

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: can you do one where the maknae line and unnie line are in two separate cars on their way to somewhere and on the way, a sasaeng hits the maknae line's car, leaving them in a bad accident, y/n in the worst shape tho 'also your stories are so good and we appreciate your hard work (:' (A/N: Tysm for all the love, this angst gave me lots of ideas lol hope you enjoy! Love you all <3)

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun was beginning to set as two sleek black vans, each carrying TWICE members, sped down the winding road. In the first van, the Unnie Line (aka Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Jihyo, and Mina) chatted and laughed, enjoying their rare break from their hectic schedules. In the second van, the Maknae Line also known as the SMC, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu, and Y/N, were equally excited, though their chatter was a bit more animated as they discussed their plans for the evening.

Y/N, the 10th and youngest member and the newest addition to TWICE was sitting in the backseat of the Maknae Line's van, sandwiched between Dahyun and Chaeyoung. She couldn't believe her luck, just a year ago, she had been a regular teenager dreaming of becoming an idol, and now she was a part of one of the biggest girl groups in the world. It was a dream come true.

As the two vans continued down the road, a sense of excitement and anticipation filled the air. They were on their way to a fan event, a chance to connect with their beloved ONCEs and express their gratitude for their unwavering support.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure was tailing the Maknae Line's van. A sasaeng, obsessed with Y/N and determined to get close to her at any cost, had been tracking their movements. Fueled by obsession and recklessness, the sasaeng closed in, their heart pounding with a twisted sense of excitement.

The sasaeng's black sports car suddenly swerved dangerously close to the Maknae Line's van, the tires screeching on the asphalt. Tzuyu, who was driving, had to slam on the brakes to avoid a collision. The members of the van screamed in shock as their vehicle swerved wildly.

As the two vans continued down the road, a black sports car suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror, tailgating the Maknae Line's van aggressively. Tzuyu, who was driving for the first time after getting her driver's license, frowned in irritation and tried to maintain her composure. But the car behind them wasn't giving up... It swerved dangerously close to the van's bumper, honking loudly.

Y/N - What's happening? *crying as she grips the seat in front of her*

Dahyun, in the passenger seat, turned pale.

Dahyun - Someone's trying to—

Before she could finish her sentence, the sasaeng's car rammed into the side of the Maknae Line's van with a sickening crunch. The impact sent both vehicles careening out of control.

Inside the van, chaos erupted. The maknae's world turned into a vortex of noise, flashing lights, and the sensation of being thrown around. The van rolled over several times before coming to a harsh stop.

When the dust finally settled, TWICE's angel was dimly aware of her surroundings. The van was on its side, and twisted metal and shattered glass surrounded her. The members were groaning and crying out in pain.

Y/N's heart was racing as she tried to assess her own condition. Pain shot through her body, and she realized she couldn't move her legs. Panic surged through her.

Y/N - Guys, help!

The youngest girl called out weakly, her voice trembling.

Y/N - I can't move, and I can't feel my legs.

Chaeyoung, who had been sitting across from Y/N, was clutching her arm, tears streaming down her face. Dahyun was bleeding from a deep gash on her forehead. Tzuyu, the driver, was unconscious, her head slumped against the steering wheel.

TWICE's lovebug's breathing grew shallow as she struggled to remain conscious. The sasaeng's actions had caused a horrific accident, and she was in the worst shape among the members.

Chaeyoung - Stay with me, sis.

Chaeyoung whispered as she crawled over to her and held her dongsang's hand.

Chaeyoung - Help is on the way. You're going to be okay.

In the Unnie Line's van, a sense of unease had settled over the members. Jeongyeon, who had been gazing out of the window, suddenly screamed.

Jeongyeon - Guys, something's wrong with the Maknae Line's van!

Nayeon, the eldest, immediately grabbed her phone and tried calling the Maknae Line, but there was no answer. Panic surged through her as she realized something terrible had happened.

The Unnie Line's van screeched to a halt on the side of the road, and the members rushed out, their hearts pounding with dread. They could see the overturned van of their kids a short distance ahead.

As they approached the wrecked van, they were met with a horrifying sight. The van's side had been crushed, and the members inside were in various states of injury. Y/N was trapped, her face pale, and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Jihyo, as the leader and Y/N's mama, rushed to her child's side and tried to soothe her.

Jihyo - Babygirl, it's going to be okay. Hang in there, my love.

Nayeon and Sana worked frantically to get the van's doors open, while Momo called 911, explaining the situation and requesting immediate assistance. Mina and Jeongyeon assessed the injuries of the other members, doing their best to provide comfort and support.

Minutes felt like hours as they waited for the paramedics to arrive. Y/N's pain was excruciating, and she could only whimper in response to the Unnie Line's reassurances. Chaeyoung, Dahyun, and Tzuyu were in shock, their injuries ranging from cuts and bruises to possible fractures.

Finally, the wailing sirens of an ambulance pierced the air, and paramedics rushed to the scene. They carefully extricated the members from the van, placing them on stretchers and administering first aid.

TWICE's little fireball was the last to be removed from the van, and she was met with a wave of relief as she was placed on a stretcher. The paramedics worked quickly, assessing her injuries and stabilizing her for transport.

As they loaded the maknae into the ambulance, she reached out for the Unnie Line's members, tears in her eyes.

Y/N - Unnies, please, stay with me. Don't leave me alone. *pouts*

Jihyo took her youngest kid's hand firmly, her voice filled with determination.

Jihyo - We'll be right there with you, sweet girl. We won't leave your side.

The ambulance sped away, sirens blaring, with the Unnie Line following closely behind in their van. They arrived at the hospital, where a team of doctors and nurses immediately took over the SMC's care, especially Y/N. Her injuries were severe, and she was rushed into surgery.

The Unnie Line and the girls that had already been discharged gathered in the hospital waiting room, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. They had been through an unimaginable ordeal, and the shock and fear of the accident still hung heavily in the air.

Hours passed, and finally, a weary-looking doctor approached them. He explained that their little sister had sustained multiple fractures in her spine and would require extensive surgery and rehabilitation. It was a devastating blow to the members, who had grown pretty close to the young idol.

The Unnie Line, in particular, felt a heavy sense of responsibility for their little star's safety. They had always looked out for her because she's family and couldn't bear the thought of her suffering.

As Y/N was taken into surgery, the members huddled together, offering each other comfort and support. They knew that their bond had been tested that day, and it had only grown stronger. They were determined to be there for their dongsang every step of the way on her road to recovery.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N faced a gruelling rehabilitation process. The Unnie Line, along with the SMC, took turns visiting her in the hospital.

Slowly but surely, she began to regain movement in her legs, and her smile, once dimmed by pain, returned to its usual brightness. The Unnie Line couldn't have been prouder of her strength and resilience.

Through it all, the sasaeng responsible for the accident was apprehended and faced legal consequences for their reckless and dangerous actions. It served as a stark reminder of the dark side of fame and the importance of protecting the safety and well-being of idols.

As Y/N continued her recovery, the members of TWICE hovered around her, offering unwavering support and love, as always.

TWICE's Luv's journey to healing was a long and challenging one, but she never gave up. With the love and support of her fellow unnies, she not only regained her physical strength but also found the resilience to continue pursuing her dreams. The accident had tested their nerves, but it had also reinforced their unbreakable bond as a family, and this made them all share the same thought:

I am proud of our dear family.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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lilac-hecox · 7 months

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Prompt: vampire!Damien! He's been bitten by Anthony :[ and now he's Edwarding it tf up trying to only drink blood from animals. But then he smells it. The sweetest scent he ever encountered. Ofc it's Ian. He desperately wants a little sip, only to find out Ian is fiercely protected by Anthony, who wants him for himself and will NOT share!! At least ianthony will have sex and Damien is allowed to watch. :3

Ian/Anthony, Damien/Ian (one sided) - Possessive

Damien drops the carcass in the woods, blood smeared along his mouth. There’s still a hunger deep in his stomach, something he can never seem to satisfy because he refuses to feed from human blood, and only drinks from animals. Even that makes him feel bad, ending a life that without him, would have continued, but he must feed that primal need for blood one way or another, and if he doesn’t feed from the deer, squirrels, raccoons, etc. that he hunts in the woods, then he knows he’ll attack someone, he’ll take a human life.

He wipes his slick mouth by dragging his sleeve across it, wiping away the blood. Damien wanders out of the woods, heading back to the safety of his home. It’s dusk, the sky blooming a dusty purple twilight above him. The fastest way to get home is to cut through the nearby park, but that’s risky since Damien had just fed and while he wasn’t starving, he wasn’t full either.

Damien can’t risk it and instead he cuts down a side street, near a popular hiking trail. He figures it’s the safer choice because most of the hikers would be gone before darkness falls too thickly over the area. As he is passing by the base of the trail, near the parking lot, he catches a scent on the wind, a delicious smell, one that makes Damien’s mouth water.

He should keep walking, he should control himself, but the smell is unlike anything Damien’s ever smelt before. He can’t resist at least seeing what or whom the scent belongs to. The lovely scent leads Damien to a car, fancy and expensive, and a man sitting half-way in the backseat, the door propped open, a band aid in his hand as he makes to apply it to a slight wound on his knee.

Damien can see the trickle of blood that runs down his leg, and he feels this deep and urgent hunger fill him. Maybe the man can sense that Damien is there, because he looks up, his eyebrows going up in surprise.

“I…” Damien says, his mind racing for words, for an explanation that doesn’t make him seem like a creep, or you know, a fucking vampire. “Sorry.”

The man stands, pressing the band aid to his wound and dampening the smell.

“No problem.”

“Are you okay?” Damien asks, the heady scent of the man’s blood still in the wind.

“I, uh, took a tumble on the trail, cut my knee. I’ll be fine.”

Damien nods and can’t help but lick his lips. The man begins to look uneasy.

“Uh, thanks for checking anyways,” the man adds.

He goes to get into his car and Damien just can’t let that scent get away. Something folds inside of him. He rushes forward and pins the man against the side of his own car.

“Get off me!” The man says, struggling.

“I’m sorry, just…just a sip, okay? I’ll just take a sip…”

“No!” The man says, trying to shove at Damien, but Damien is stronger than this human.

His fangs extend, but just as he goes to sink his teeth into that pale neck, taste that delicious scent, he’s tackled to the concrete of the parking lot.

Damien looks up to see a huge man sitting on top of him, his eyes black, his face contorted in anger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The man hisses, curls strong hands around Damien’s wrists as he pins him. “I should fucking kill you.”

“Anthony,” the human that Damien had attempted to drink from says, gently, but firmly. The man on top of Damien turns his head and looks at the human. “Don’t. I’m okay, he didn’t bite me.”

“If I didn’t stop him, he would have!” The man…or vampire named Anthony says, growling down at Damien. “You think you can just go around biting whoever you fucking want? You think you can drink from my human?”

“I-I’m sorry!” Damien stammers, “I don’t even drink from humans. He just…he smelt so good…I, I’ve never smelt anything like it.”

This only makes Anthony growl deeper, curling his fingers around Damien’s wrist hard enough to nearly break the bone.

“You ever even attempt to look at him again and I’ll fucking kill you, got it?” Anthony snarls.

Damien nods. Mercifully, Anthony lets him up, but he blocks the human with his own burly body. Damien notes the black inky lines that swirl across the vampire’s hands, crawling up his neck. He shivers. Fuck. He knows who this is. Shayne had told him about a vampire, older, powerful, not to be fucked with.

Damien really must be lucky to get out of here alive, well, alive enough for a vampire.

“I’m sorry,” Damien tries but Anthony snarls, and then he tugs the smaller human man to him holding him around his waist possessively.

Damien dips his head and hurries away, using his vampiric speed to get home quicker, not trusting himself to not attack someone else on the way home. His head spins, and the worst of it is that he can’t forget the smell of the delicious human, the human that apparently belongs to a much older, much stronger vampire.

Fuck.

#ianthony #dian #damian #polysmosh #smoshships #vampire!damien #vampire!anthony #my writing #my fics #vampire au #spooky prompts #this was so fun #i kinda wanna do more of this universe

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lt-natrace · 2 years

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The Way I Talk || Robert "Bob" Floyd

Description: Bob is from a small town in Tennessee and has a southern drawl but since leaving, he's been trying to hide it.

Content/Disclaimer: Mentions of drinking, people talking shit about southern accents, reader has a little crush on bob but it's not the main focus of the drabble, this is literally all dialogue so sorry. The views expressed in here about southern accents are NOT MINE! I do not want to offend anyone, I love southern accents and this seems to be a common occurrence with people that have them and it makes me wanna punch anyone that makes someone feel bad about the way they talk.

Inspired by a convo in the discord about random moments Bob has a slight drawl to his voice. This wasn't really beta'd so any mistakes are mine and I'm sorry if it sucks

Word Count: 780 give or take

Bob has always been known for being the quiet guy who sits back and observes carefully. When he does speak up, it’s straight to the point in a slow, quiet voice. It definitely took some getting used to from the group because everyone has such big personalities, they didn’t know how to react to someone being so reserved.

In fact, the first weekend of training, they tried to get Bob the most drunk in an attempt to see if it broke him out of his shell. Everyone was a bit disappointed when they discovered it did quite the opposite.

As time has passed, Bob continues to open up a bit, but no one can understand how he gets so quiet after a few drinks. Phoenix thinks it’s because everyone else gets so loud, it’s really easy for him to slip into the background.

At the end of training today, Maverick told everyone tomorrow would be canceled due to a severe storm rolling in. He warned everyone to make good choices and stay inside tonight. Not sure he meant drinking inside and playing card games until the early morning, but what else are they supposed to do with their free night?

As usual, the longer the night has gone on, the more quiet Bob has become. He sits on the sideline while everyone plays a new drinking game that is essentially picking cards for adult truth or dare. Everyone assumes he is too embarrassed to admit to some of the things on the cards, but that doesn’t stop you from pushing him to join in after each round.

After the third or fourth round, you finally got him to join by promising to leave him alone if he did one round. So far, Bob has done his best to answer in short phrases or keep quiet, but now it’s his turn to pick a card.

Bob clears his throat and speaks in a slow drawl, “Everyone who’s drunk texted their ex in the last month has gotta take a drink”

He lifts his head to check who’s drinking and is met with blank stares. You watch as he looks back down and runs his hand on the back of his neck to hide the blush creeping up from the attention.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You question, trying to fill up the silence.

“I said, whoever’s drunk texted their ex in the last month has gotta drink,” he repeated, studying everyone’s faces.

“Bob, where are you from again?” Hangman speaks up, the first one to ask what everyone was thinking.

“A small town outsida’ Knoxville,” Bob says slowly, trying hide his drawl with little avail.

“Yeah, we can tell. Do you always sound like this and we just never noticed?” Payback questions as he leans forward to listen closer “Or have you been trying to hide it?”

“Wait, have you guys really never heard him talk like this? When he gets focused in the backseat, this is what I hear over comms,” Phoenix replies and Bob looks at her with a surprised expression. “I thought it just slipped out with certain words when you got focused.”

You have never seen Bob as flustered as is now, his face is red and he’s looking around at everyone. He wipes his palms on his pants before speaking, “When I moved outta my hometown and realized not everyone talks like this, I was embarrassed. Everyone treated me like I was stupid and I’m not. So I started sittin’ back and observing people to see how they spoke and I guess I never stopped. Sometimes it slips out when I’ve been drinking.”

A few moments of silence goes by before you decide to break the silence, “Well I for one am not going to judge you for where you’re from. Those people were stuck up and honestly, I think the accent is sweet.”

The group nods in agreement, giving words of encouragement before begging him to pronounce different words and talk more about his hometown. Bob’s eyes light up at the chance to talk about his family, the land he was raised on and he even showed some pictures of him back home.

“Woah, woah, woah, hold on. Look at his hair. Who would have thought that straight edge Bob would let his hair get this long?!” Hangman exclaims, grabbing the phone from Bob’s hand to give everyone a better look.

“It doesn’t even matter, you’re all three sheets to the wind and tomorrow mornin’, no one will even remember,” Bob says, grabbing his phone back from Hangman with a smile.

The group breaks into laughter, as you look at him, “Alright what the hell does that mean?”

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tagging @callsign-phoenix because she encouraged my thoughts

#bob #my writing #robert bob floyd #bob floyd fic #robert bob floyd fic #bob floyd drabble #robert bob floyd drabble #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic #bob floyd

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sarnai4 · 7 days

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Vacationing

As someone who loves vacations and Dagur, it didn't take long for the two thoughts to intersect. Here are some headcanons for him on a trip.

First off, Dagur is packing up the entire house. He needs to ship a few dozen packages ahead of time because TSA is not going to let him through with all his knives, but you know he's also not leaving without them. He's got any type of first aid he can think of, ropes, human-sized bags, and probably a bunch of other things that make you think he's planning a murder. In truth, he's just trying to be as prepared as possible for anything they might need. Whichever friend he sits with lets him have the window seat because he's going to be bored out of his mind on the flight if they don't.

No one probably has to worry about planning out the trip because I'm sure Dagur's done this too. If there's something else the others want to check out, that's fine, but if not, he's got it covered. Each day has a minimum of 10 activities to choose from. Some of them are touristy and the others are so in the middle of nowhere that you'd wonder how he even found out about them. Hiccup genuinely gets worried they'll never find their way back, but Dagur's got a load of maps on him and can do it.

Late nights are inevitable. Something is being thrown at whoever tries to fall asleep (probably Snotlout). The only one he'll allow to have some shut eye is Heather because he knows she'll just be tripping over everything and could hurt herself otherwise. So, she gets an hour, but then it's back to the plan.

He is not driving the others around at any point. It doesn't matter who's the chauffeur in his place as long as it's not him. Dagur isn't actually a bad driver...per se. He just speeds like crazy and curses out anyone who cuts him off doesn't follow all the traffic laws and can get easily irritated by other drivers. To avoid him being locked up in an out of town holding cell, it's best to have him be a passenger until everyone's back home. The twins probably aren't allowed to drive the others either, so the three of them are backseat buddies.

Dagur's learning as much of the language as possible so that he can be the group translator. He already likes French and enjoys finding out new things, so it's not even a matter of convincing him to do this. Unfortunately, he doesn't learn the social customs. In his defense, he never learned them for his culture either, so it's up to his friends to keep him from accidentally insulting someone. (I feel like Hiccup and Fishlegs are breaking up at least five fights that Dagur didn't even know he was about to start)

Dagur is trying out all the food and won't stop insisting the others try something too if he thinks it's really good. I feel like he'd have a good heat tolerance (or just not care how much it hurts), so there's not really a limit. I'm not sure if he'd try the delicacies. Might depend on which ones. I'd like to imagine he doesn't ever eat a spider.

By the time they're returning home, Dagur's the only one who isn't exhausted. As intense as the trip was, though, his friends have to admit that they had a blast.

#HTTYD #RTTE #Dagur the Deranged #httyd headcanons #Hiccup Haddock #Heather the Unhinged #Snotlout Jorgenson #Fishlegs Ingerman

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gabzlovesu · 2 years

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CHAPTER ONE.

previous: prologue // masterlist

warnings: nothing really just profanity, mention of murder and guns.

The entire car ride was silent. You never thought you would see Keishin again, nor did you expect your day to be put on pause just because he demanded so. With every passing second, the urge to strangle him with his seat belt grew but he was lucky that you were sitting in the backseat and under the watchful eyes of one of his goons.

In the stillness, you took in more of his features that you failed to notice before blonde hair, piercings, and enough tattoos to spare. “Ya know Kei, this look that you have going on… it suits you. It really screams delinquent.”

“Yeah, and you still look as stuck up as ever. I guess working hard without daddy’s money didn’t change that attitude of yours” And there it is, the same old Keishin that you hated since the day you met him. You didn’t have the energy to go tit-for-tat with him so you just stare out the window and pray he doesn’t say anything else.

Eventually, you reach your destination: a parking garage across the street from a hotel — the exact hotel where your father, Oshiro Kenji, was murdered. Keishin drags you out of the car and finds a spot where you can see the crime scene, which is littered with cops and investigators. If he had a reason for bringing you here, he needed to spit it out and fast.

As if he could feel your impatience bubbling, he finally speaks. “Five bullet wounds. That’s how many bullets actually hit the old man.” He pauses to retrieve a cigarette from his pocket and places it between his lips. “Compared to the number of casings on the ground, I would say whoever did this is a shitty marksman.”

“What the hell are we doing here Keishin? Whatever it is you’re trying to get at, I don’t care and I don’t want to be involved.”

“That’s too bad princess, but now that your father is gone everything related to the Sansokuu is now your responsibility. Congratulations.”

You kiss your teeth in annoyance. Who was he to tell you what to do? For right now though, you’ll just go along with it, letting him believe that you’ll obey his every command. “You still haven’t answered my question of why we’re here. So could you stop wasting my time and get to the point?”

“Look, we both know these dumbass cops aren’t going to figure out who did it, and they sure as hell won’t know everything that went down. Plus, something’s not adding up…”

Before he could continue, a cop ducks below the yellow crime scene tape and makes his way over. He takes a moment to double-check his surroundings and slips a sealed evidence bag into Keishin’s hands as he walks past. “Then there’s this.” Keishin holds up a necklace with an oddly shaped pendant. “Oshiro had one just like this and was wearing it when he died. So this means someone close to him did this.”

Instead of focusing on whatever he just said, you were shocked at the secret exchange that had occurred right before your eyes.

“Don’t act so surprised. You know as well as I do that we have people on the inside. How else would Oshiro get away with everything he did?” He turns the necklace over in his hand, smoothing his thumb over the intricate details of the pendant. “As I was saying —

“Keishin, If you’re proposing that I help you solve your little gang’s murder then the answer is no. I don’t have time to play detective with you, and if I didn’t make it clear before, I don’t give a single fuck about any of this.” You turn to walk back to the car, but a strong grip on your arm stops you in your tracks.

“And why should I believe that you didn’t kill him? You have a motive and there’s the fact that Oshiro never conducted business outside of Miyagi in person until he called you and came here a month later to make a deal.” He tugs you closer, and the horrible smell of his cigarette fills your nose as you try to lean away. “So you really want me to believe you’re not connected to his death?”

“You have five seconds to get your hands off of me.” Both of his hands are locked onto your arms as you try to wiggle free in his vice-like grip.

“Oh yeah? Why should I?”

“Because I didn’t kill him you asshat! But I will kill you if you don’t let go of me.”

He jostles you again. “Forty-eight hours — that’s all you get to find me something and prove you didn’t kill him.”

There’s no time to argue back because he drags you back to the car, recklessly shoving you into the backseat as he had done prior. This time, though, he doesn’t climb into the passenger seat, he stands outside the car to instruct the driver. “Take her home. Call me if she gives you any problems.” He eyes you, fuming in the backseat as you plan out how to approach all of this, and then he disappears off into the garage.

#ukai keishin x black!reader #ukai keishin x reader #ukai keishin #keishin ukai #vendettas in the night #VITN #yakuza series #yakuza au #haikyuu #coach ukai

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forasecondtherewedwon · 2 years

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The Backseat Boys

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd/Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia Rating: T Word Count: 1519

Summary: About three days into training, he tunes out the bench-press contests and the backhanded compliments as easily as turning down a dial in the box. He turns the dial on Fanboy way up.

Bob doesn’t fade into the background because he’s quiet and unassuming (although he is those things), it’s because all the pilots have huge egos and, consciously or not, they consider WSOs as operating on a tier somewhere beneath them. He knows she doesn’t mean to, but when he’s with Phoenix, she can make him feel like a supporting character. When he’s with all of them, well, it’s like Hangman demonstrated that first day at the bar: Bob turns invisible. He gets praised for their failure to notice him.

And that’s ok, really. Being invisible provides so many opportunities for studying the other candidates, picking up elements of their behaviour that could provide useful clues on how they’ll fly. The more he observes them, the more it becomes obvious who he and Phoenix will be compatible with in the air. Only, Bob doesn’t do that. About three days into training, he tunes out the bench-press contests and the backhanded compliments as easily as turning down a dial in the box. He turns the dial on Fanboy way up.

If Bob is always the first person to show up, Fanboy’s always the last. Bob will sit and fidget until Phoenix comes in and bumps her fist against his, and then he’ll sit and fidget some more while she turns her attention to Rooster or Payback or Halo. Nudging his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and glancing frequently at the door, he passes the time until Fanboy rushes through it.

Fanboy’s never quite dishevelled, but sometimes the flap of his breast pocket is tucked in instead of buttoned out, or he has a little dab of shaving cream by his ear that he missed wiping away. Bob steals glances at him, trying to guess what it was this time—whether he overslept or lost track of time in the shower or couldn’t find one of his shoes. Bob’s overheard him hiss all of these explanations to Payback at least once. Bob isn’t suspicious of Fanboy’s excuses, he’s impressed by his ability to never actually be late, despite coming so close every single day. It’s the kind of rebellion that doesn’t put anyone’s life at risk, and it’s what has the part of Bob who’s always pined for the bad boy (though maybe not so bad by most people’s definition) developing a robust crush on Fanboy.

One day, Hangman hears Bob describing the premise of Murder, She Wrote to a clueless Omaha and, laughing, demands, “You serious? You watch that old lady show?”

His casual insults don’t bother Bob, but he goes silent, waiting for Hangman to get bored and walk away. The convenient thing is that Hangman only stays engaged when whoever he’s trying to pick a fight with fights back.

Fanboy and Payback come over to them and Bob’s suddenly hoping that, if he looks ruffled, Hangman will attribute it to his unoriginal insults.

“When I was a kid, I had a cat named Angela Lansbury!” Fanboy announces proudly, stunning Bob where he stands.

“Here he goes again about Angela Lansbury,” Payback sighs. He knocks the back of his hand into Bob’s chest. “Look what you did. He’s always fucking talking about that cat.”

“She was a great cat! You’ve seen pictures!”

Payback rolls his eyes and looks to Bob.

“Looks like you’ve got a lot in common.”

“W-what?” Bob stammers, tearing his gaze away from Fanboy’s smiling face.

“The show,” Payback reminds him.

“Oh. Oh yeah.”

Is there ever a good time to ask, By the way, does your back-seater have same-sex inclinations? Bob feels hopeless and wishful and at-sea. He has a dream that human Angela Lansbury runs Hangman over with her car at full speed. He wakes up feeling extremely refreshed. He stretches between his sheets and smiles, thinking about Fanboy.

Their schedules stretch to span more hours and the fight for coffee turns into a brutal, tireless squabble over limited resources. From the first day, Bob—still the first to arrive—pours two cups. Fanboy looks surprised to be shyly handed a coffee when he gets there, but he’s too eager for the caffeine to question it, and Bob is just grateful that his offering is worth something, even if it’s only lukewarm when he presses it into Fanboy’s hand.

Bob could just let the new coffee tradition be one back-seater looking out for another, but he blows it totally and irrecoverably to hell when he drives off-base to the only coffee shop open that early and comes back with an extra-hot, double-cupped cappuccino in a cardboard drink sleeve. He tries to pass it wordlessly across the aisle to Fanboy, but Fanboy gets up and stands by Phoenix’s seat where she sits next to Bob.

“Can you sit beside Payback today?” he asks.

Phoenix glances between Fanboy and Bob with her eyes narrowed slightly, but she shrugs and changes seats. Fanboy settles into her chair and finally accepts the coffee. Over the next two hours of Maverick’s lecture and accompanying graphics, Bob discovers how wonderful it is to feel visible.

Training gets more intense, even the classroom stuff, so there aren’t many chances for Fanboy and Bob to repeat their seating change; pilots and their WSOs sit together, quietly discussing steps and strategy, going over their timing down here before they have to execute it up there. Bob doesn’t treat any of it like practice, especially after he and Phoenix have to bail out of their aircraft. They stay overnight in the hospital and he wakes up to see Fanboy sitting beside the bed, staring intently at Bob’s hand, with his own resting next to it on top of the bedsheet, not quite touching.

“I gotta go,” Fanboy whispers when he notices Bob watching him. “I’m supposed to meet Payback on-deck in…” He looks at his watch. “Nineteen minutes.”

Squinting, Bob can read the numbers on the watch face, which means they’re the wrong way up for Fanboy. He’s accidentally put his watch on upside down. Was he in a hurry to get here?

“No problem,” Bob says.

Fanboy stands and strides out of the room—then right back in, lifting Bob’s glasses off the bedside table and carefully unfolding the legs before holding them out for Bob to take.

They’re both assigned to the mission. Again, Bob experiences the novel sensation of feeling visible as those candidates not selected to fly sweep their eyes over those who were and the Dagger squadron glance subtly at each other. After quickly meeting Phoenix’s eye and sharing a reassuring nod, Bob only looks at Fanboy. It’s probable that everyone sees him only looking at Fanboy. He’s not even looking, he’s staring. He wonders if Fanboy ever used a laser to entertain his childhood cat. Man. If Angela Lansbury could see him now.

Adrenaline and sweat and enemy aircraft on radar and the canyon and the sharp roll and the laser and the laser and the laser and lock and the G-force crushing them down and smoke in the air and hitting the right planes and the wrong planes getting hit and Maverick and orders to stay on course and Rooster peeling away and Bob talking to Phoenix in the language of readouts to get her through the anguish emanating from the pilot’s seat and snow and mountains and safety ahead and Payback and Fanboy somewhere behind them. Daggers Three and Four return to the carrier. None of them get out of their F-18s, even though their part in this mission is over and they’re taxiing off the landing strip. As Hangman launches in Dagger Spare, Bob looks over at Fanboy and presses his gloved hand to the canopy.

Bob breathes hard and feels guilty to be grateful to be alive, like he always does.

All of their boys come back, which is impossible, and when Phoenix finally pops the canopy, Bob dismounts from the aircraft on stumbling legs. Bob might be a quiet observer, but he likes a crowd. Not right now though, when he’s pushing past everyone who’s trying to thump him on the back, every person just a thing: an obstacle between him and wherever Fanboy is.

They hit an empty pocket in the crush of bodies at the same time. Fanboy’s eyes go all shiny. With tired insistence, Bob grabs him by the front of his flight suit and pulls. They lurch into one another and the noise all around them is so loud that Bob can hardly hear Fanboy laughing through his tears. Grabbing each other’s face, they kiss roughly, knocking their teeth together, Fanboy’s nose pressing into Bob’s cheek, the left lens of Bob’s glasses smudged after being mashed against his sweaty eyelid.

Over the base-level roar, a cheer goes up. Bob unseals his mouth from Fanboy’s and glances around. Are they being applauded? No, it’s Rooster, now lifted above the crowd and yelling his head off in crazed triumph.

Fanboy says something Bob doesn’t catch.

“What?”

“Pilots,” Fanboy repeats, derisive but grinning.

“Tell me about it.”

It’s a rhetorical request; Fanboy’s too busy kissing Bob to say anything at all.

#lol yeah I fuckin' did write a Fanbob fic #my writing #Top Gun: Maverick #Robert 'Bob' Floyd #Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia #Bob x Fanboy #Bob Floyd #Fanboy Garcia #Robert Floyd #Mickey Garcia #Top Gun: Maverick spoilers #Top Gun: Maverick fanfiction

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casspurrjoybell-26 · 16 days

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May to December - Chapter 1 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Road Trip

As Kyle started to approach his childhood home, the little brown dot at the end of the street, Kyle noticed the human figure that got up from the garden chair.

As they got closer Kyle could see his mother in full.

The old lady was leaning on a walking stick as she waved frantically at his car.

Kyle came to a stop in front of the house and his mum climbed down the porch stairs before heading to stand by the driver's window that Kyle had wound down.

"You're here. I can't believe you're here," the old woman said in a high-pitched tone, excitement evident in her voice.

"Mum..." Kyle trailed, smiling at his mother.

He was a little shocked to see her fragile figure but he was happy.

She's aged a lot since he last saw her.

Her hair was fully gray now and she had an arch to her posture now.

It was expected, she had pushed past sixty but seeing her up close made Kyle feel guilty for bringing his worries to her.

She had sounded so excited at the prospect of taking care of her grandson but Kyle didn't believe that she could take care of even herself from the looks of her.

"Is that my grandson? Is that Otis?" she chirped, looking away from Kyle to stare at the boy in the backseat.

Otis' eyes were wide open and he was staring in awe at this old woman he'd never seen before.

"Yes," Kyle managed before his mother had ventured to open the door to the back seat.

She couldn't carry the baby chair, of course.

So, she just stood by the door and held Otis' tiny hand as she spoke to him.

Otis didn't speak much in general and he was a lot quieter around strangers.

Kyle came along soon after to get Otis out of the carrier seat and the three wandered into the house.

Kyle's family home had a basement, one proper floor and an attic built into the roof.

As a child, the attic had been his bedroom and he could remember sitting on the roof and looking out into the rural town.

He couldn't help remembering his father as they went to the living room to talk.

He had died sometime after Kyle had moved to California from untreated diabetes, he'd been struggling with all his life.

Looking at the house.

As Kyle looked around the house, as he looked at the house that was more of a Frankenstein of bad repairs and patchworks Kyle was reminded of why he didn't want to be poor as a young boy.

Whoever said that money didn't buy happiness had never lived with the consequences of poverty.

Being poor was the reason his dad couldn't get the treatment he needed to live a full life.

Being poor was why after his mum broke her ankle after slipping on a wet floor, she had to live with a limp that could have been prevented if she had gotten a cast.

Being poor for such a long time was why Kyle still had problems with reading and writing even after 'ascending' to the higher class.

The schools were bad, the food was bad, the healthcare was bad, everything was terrible.

He was back in the pit of poverty.

He was back at square one.

"You'll have to enroll him for preschool," Kyle's mother said, making the man remove his attention from the pictures that decorated the living room walls.

"Preschool?" Kyle asked, getting a bit panicked.

Otis used to be in preschool but after everything went to shit and he couldn't afford it anymore he had to pull Otis out.

Preschool costs an arm and a leg.

"I'd like to be with him always but I can't. I still have to take care of things at the grocery store."

Kyle looked down at the old carpet.

His mother was in her sixties and she was still working.

"You plan to start working too, right?" she asked, making Kyle look into her eyes.

They shared the same blue eyes and facial features, only that his mother's features were more feminine and softer.

"Yes, I'll look at what I can do with father's old garage," Kyle said and his mother smiled at him, cradling a now sleeping Otis to her chest.

"That's good, he'd be happy to hear that, if he was here," his mother said and Kyle just gave her a weak smile in response.

The discussion moved on to other things and Kyle started to find himself settling into this new reality.

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sephirocks · 1 year

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My System!

So, uh my system is best described as resembling the way the movie Inside Out works. I was raised in a very cult like environment within a religious movement that I would rather not talk about rn because last night I had a PTSD episode regarding the abuse I went thru, but maybe when I feel better I will talk abt it later.

Anywho, it's sorta like as a kid, teen, and even now, I will bond with and absorb parts of the personalities and emotional states of certain characters from movies, shows, and books I consume, as a replacement for the personality I never got to develop as a result of everything being tamped down by a repressive cult.

Whenever I feel strong emotions and shit, I generally will have a brief panic, then one of my fictives will take over and it's sort of like "Jesus Take the Wheel" only instead of Jesus it's the fucking American Dragon, and then I'm basically possessed by one of my fictives and they control everything. Myself, the host, I am still there and present, but I basically just backseat drive and yell at whoever is in control and beg them not to fuck anything up lmao.

I have some fictives who are more dominant than other, and some who basically just sit back and watch the fun. The fictives who aren't in control, just sort of imagine somewhere in my head there's like an apartment complex and they all cohabitate and fight and argue but also sometimes there's cliques.

For instance, I have some really... problematic headmates. People who in their source were coldblooded killers and shit. Those dudes sort of have their own corner of the apartment building where they hang out and just talk about murder and being bad people etc. These specific fictives are basically my trauma fictives. I was abused as a kid and as a result I had a lot of violent thoughts and even a couple violent outbursts against the people who abused me. I developed some very violent and murderous alters to pour my grief and anger and murder into. They mainly front when I am having traumatic memories and PTSD flashbacks and I start ranting and raving about wanting to kill people who hurt me big oof.

Anyhow, that's what's up.

#system #system shit #traumagenic system #did #problematic system #problematic fictives

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ceydsmelayne · 2 years

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Who is she.

Momma: one's mother

I came home from one of my road trips with Mamaw. We no longer had furniture. She said they were infested with chiggers. I had gotten them once. Thinking about this now, I went to a movie in the park, Jurassic Park, I think I went with my boyfriend and his mom. Naturally we laid on a blanket in the grass. I leaned my elbow outside of the blanket and went home with bumps and an unbearable itch. So knowing what these bugs were, I understood how irritable it can make a person. I also know that they don't infest homes. Clearly something else was up. Looking back, she was high and tripping out as the chemicals were trying to crawl out of her skin. Incase you didn't know, clear nail polish suffocates and kills them. She knew it wasn't chiggers.

Weird bits and pieces of memories like that pop up. Long car rides of us complaining about the dead skunk we would drive by every 3 mins. The local rock station playing Korn and Incubus, singing every word and headbanging in the back seat. Where we went I have no idea, we sat in the car, but it was always a grubby trashed house of some sort. We were there for what seemed like an hour, probably only 20 mins. I wonder if some of the fights between her and Michael were because she took too long grabbing their dope. I wonder how often she slept with her dealer to get what she wanted. Did Michael know?

Next thing I knew, we were moving. She took us to Iowa, Michael went to Illinois to work with my Auntie Becky's boyfriend. One thing Michael was good at was working, if he didn't work, he was an asshole and the entire house knew he was unhappy. Back in Iowa, for the first time since we moved, I think; It was my great grandma's birthday and mine the day after hers. I spent the day at the pool. The concession stand had such good fries! I came home to a cake shaped as a butterfly, with purple frosting. She said her and grandma had batter and frosting everywhere to make the cake. In this same week, some family friends who lived by the river had us over. We grilled and threw a talent show. We got dressed up as whoever it was we were enacting. Clearly, I was Brittney Spears and I had to sing Oops I did it again. Definitely have that on video somewhere. I'd love to see that.

A few days later, we left for Illinois, my Godfather was in town so she weaseled him into riding along. It's a 3 hour car ride, so we passed out as the adults partied on the road. Driving to my Auntie Becky's house, she lived in an unfamiliar area. I remember something Lions. We pulled into a gas station, I remember slightly waking up to my Godfather telling her its a bad idea, as there were cops sitting there. She's stupid to think they didn't smell the alcohol on her breath and the aroma of Godfather's finest doobies. They gave her directions to have her surrounded by cops within a matter of minuets. I remember feeling glad she got caught. For being 7, already I had an amount of resentment and desire for justice towards my mother. Both in handcuffs, the cops searching the car, finding half drank beer cans in the cup holders and their paraphernalia. To the cop shop we go! My Auntie Becky picked us up, but the memory is fuzzy after.

Somewhere on this timeline, we moved in with my Aunt Treasa. They had built a wall in their back room for us. It was summer, so I loved being with my cousins. We always had fun. We went to a car show in Lombard, everyone had been drinking. Apparently my aunt had seen my parents pouring beers into their coke cans, or maybe it was my parents seeing my aunt do that? By the end of the night, everyone was feeling the booze. Do you think the evening continued with laughs and silly drunkenness? A fight broke out between her and my aunt. Screaming and fists flying. My aunt dragging my mother by her hair down the stairs. I watched from the backseat of the car, Michael in the driver seat, sister next to me. What was this fight about? To my knowledge because my aunt found their dope stash in her house. Who knows, everyone was drunk. We stayed in a hotel that night.

Where will we be living now?

#my story #spiritualgrowth #inner peace #family #childhood #mother #my life #journal #blog post #parents #childhood trauma #tramas

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simpfortheseven · 2 years

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Mammon to the Rescue

Mammon X Reader

Warning! Reader is intoxicated! but other than that it's fluff ♡

This was written for @angeladore s event♡

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The Great Mammon was awoken late at night to his DDD going off. He groaned and picked it up without checking who was calling. "Whoever ya are, it's 2am and this had better be important!"

"Mammonnnnnn," Your sweet voice rang out cheerily. "I need you to come get meeeeee,"

"Huh- MC? Whaddya mean come get ya?"

"I went out buuuut now I'm stuck at the barrr. I need you to come pick me up. I'd ask Lucifer but he'd kill meee," You whined.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming now, Human," He grumbled. He hung up and threw on some pants, not bothering with a shirt. The white haired demon grabbed his keys and took off in his car to come find you. w

You happened to be sitting outside the bar, swaying to some music playing outside. He pulled up next to you and got out. "Ok Human, let's go. Time to take ya home,"

"Mammieee!" You stumbled over. "You really came for me,"

"Of course I did," He steadied you in his arms, hoping you wouldn't remember how bad he was blushing. "I wasn't gonna leave my human stranded."

You laughed and clung to him. "That's why you're my favorite,"

He nearly jumped out of his skin in shock. "Your favorite?"

"Mhmm," He looked down at you to see your face resting against his shoulder with a dorky smile.

Mammon simply looked away, trying and failing to cover the red that overtook his whole face. "Lets get ya home, human."

He guided you to his car, laying you down in the backseat despite your protests to sit on his lap while he drove. "How am I supposed to see if you're ontop of me?"

"I dunno I just wanna be close to you Mammie," You grumbled from the backseat.

"I'm right here," He looked at you in the review mirror. "And.. I'll stay with ya all night if I hafta."

"You hafta," You said as you dozed off in the backseat. "You're my Mammie,"

He was sure you wouldn't remember what you just said. But if you shared his feelings, then maybe he should confess.. The man made up his mind as he drive you home to tell you tomorrow about his feelings for you as you snored softly in the backseat of his car.

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Simp for the Seven masterlist

Go see AngelAdore's account for more fics!

#obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me brothers #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon x mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #simpfortheseven

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mosaicc-brokenn-heartss · 3 years

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- aesthetic playlists for specific moods -

r e s e t & d e t o x for days where you need to clear your head, heart, mind and soul. move on. welcome the growth and treasure the warmest parts of the past. slow down and breathe.

hanging out with myself when you're on your own, in your own space, with your own thoughts and alternating between being okay with that and not.

summer lovin’ how it feels to be in love with someone in the endless days of heat.

to the seaside salt, sand, sea. you and me. the air is easier to breathe here.

"in love with my future" for manifesting and holding onto hope for the idealised dream of being independent, happy and stable

green fingers 🌿 a playlist for gardening, planting and watering my plants... to help them grow, feel loved and safe.

what if we hold hands and lay in a field of wild flowers? (plural noun): a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. // romantic picnic bitch energy - for getting lost in the long grass and making daisy chains. a blanket. a basket. a nice book. wearing a sundress. a warm breeze.

little adventures for all of life's mini adventures: supermarket trips, museums, getting lost in the countryside, taking detours, walking down quiet streets... climbing, exploring, taking it all in.

young, free and in love with your friends you'll never be this young again. you are free to be whoever you need to be. you can explore. you're filled with premature nostalgia for the moments you are currently living. you love the things and people around you with all of your being.

your eyes meet across the room you've never seen them before and don't know their name but you want to find out every secret they've ever had. you'd spend the rest of the night at their side. the colour of their eyes is your new favourite shade.

sunset songs tunes for when the sun goes down. time to unwind and process the day.

up to the roof let's climb up as high as this city can take us and look down at the world beneath us. let's remember how small we are and find some comfort in it.

the days when the sadness is quiet it's never gone, not really, but some days your heart feels overwhelmingly lighter, you feel at ease with the hurt and it's easier to breathe. you feel back in your body, brought back to life again.

classics that make me feel something songs you can't remember actually learning the lyrics to, that set your soul on fire.

political angst make your voice heard. fight with everything you have. don’t let them stop your power.

you + me in the backseat in the backseat of the car. your soundtrack drowns out anything but your feelings. fire burns inside you.

memory lane walking hand in hand through the past. shattered fragments of your old self are lodged into your palms. reminders of things you tried to forget haunt you. the nostalgia comes in like a fog.

not me, dissociating staring into space or back at yourself in the mirror. doubting everything you know. wondering how you'll ever have the strength to rejoin the world around you.

under the stars come sit with me. we'll trace constellations in the sky.

we’re driving and your hand is on my knee the wind is in your hair. the streets are empty. the radio is too loud. all you know is that you're in love with the person in the seat beside you.

stay close to me for the kind of love you hope stays forever. for the kind of love you never want to put down.

oh no, i’m in love the penny has dropped. you don’t know how to hold it in. everything feels brighter now.

slow mornings with you warmth seeping through the curtains. knowing you have nowhere to be. before toothpaste. stillness. contentment. being with your person.

the end of the world the sun is rising over the hill for the last time. you don't have enough hands to hold everyone. all of the hate you once had doesn't matter anymore. you cling onto the memories and take a deep breath.

it’s 2am and i’m thinking about the good and bad i should probably sleep.

slow dancing in the kitchen barefoot in the kitchen, swaying with hips pressed together, noses brushing, comforted by each other's laughs, soft singing voices and declarations of happiness at being close to the other person.

goodbye to us you're unsure how or why you got here, but now it's over and you can't stop feeling. your heart aches. your head is heavy. you can't bear to move.

longing for escape take my hand. we’ve been stuck for too long. let's get out of this town. we won't look back.

rainy daze rainy days and mondays always get me down

eiffel for you a paris summer. you drink coffee and eat a pastry at a café on the seine. beautiful women and couples in love stroll by. the air is crisp and sweet.

eternal (adjective: eternal; noun: Eternal): lasting or existing forever; without end.

ethereal goddess shit 🌙 pov: you are an ethereal goddess and everything you touch and embody is magic.

academia forever for memories of university days and cathedral views.

new city, big dreams a place just for you. boxes of your past life surround you. a new life awaiting. your look out at the city. it's been waiting for you.

bookstore full of dust and secrets bibliophile (noun): a person who collects or has a great love of books.

hometown nostalgia you know every street corner. you remember everything and everyone you loved here.

i'd do it all over again a million times over without regret.

sneaking out to meet you at midnight the thrill of climbing out the window, making you way to your secret hiding place and having a person to pour all your romanticism into waiting for you.

coffee breath you can tell a lot about a person from the way they take their coffee.

let’s drink wine and feel things 🍷 songs for late night wine drunk dancing, tears and feelings.

touch starved for when you just really need to be touched.

seething for slamming doors and punching walls. when your blood boils. when you need to be alone.

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