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#I miss sm but I miss my blog the most
prettyvixenavenue · 2 years
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coldastati (2022), photographed by Devon Coleman
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xianyoon · 1 month
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i miss 2021 genshinblr sm im ngl 😞😞😞
#the vibes were like no other actually AHJAHJJHAHJA#ik that it was like that because of the pandemic but there was really that sense of closeness in the community that you couldnt#get anywhere else.#and 2021blr was where i met most of my besties who (some) eventually bcame my irl friends!!!!#and all the character anons rp blogs events tag games everything#was quite lovely! i loved talking to people sm back then#people interacted with each other despite being part of different cliques and you'll see ppl reblogging from others and it felt#like a crossover episode of a multiverse sometimes LOL#and i remember cranking out fics every single day that was crazy i was truly in my writer period#but i just remember having fun. literally just having fun and not caring that my works were “not good” at all#because i was writing every single day out of the love for it.#and that's what matters the most#and also the theme changes every single week dude that shit was crazy#if anyone is here and remembers the ol syrup discourse of genshinblr 21 teheee#it was such a cute community though. loved it to bits and i love it to bits#genshinblr 22-24 is great but idk i feel like once the pandemic kind of settled down there was that detachment#maybe i miss being chronically online and not having to deal with anything HJAAJHJHEJHA#2021 was the year before my national exams and i remember attending online lectures and studying with my friends and idk i rmb so much ac#AHH AND ALSO dalgona and bbt at home omg#and everyone started learning guitar..#im going insane over this HJAJEJHJAEHAHJEHJEA to q k a a k c e s t j g b l y p s l t you know who u are#im grateful every day that you guys are still here and thriving#and i love u all sm hehe#― ying talks.#thoughts over AHAHAHA ty for dealing with me
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13urningstars · 6 months
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//OOC:
BIG NEWS!!! IM!! KIND OF BACK!! I got kind of burnt out of transformers for a little bit bit I miss my wife tails I miss her alot,, her and her dash shenanigans! So tonight I'm going to clear out some old stuff, both in my asks and drafts! Any threads that never went past the intro ill scrap, but if you remeber having a thread with me that you really want to keep, please tell me! And if you can't remeber if we had one or not, just ask and I can double check :)
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caruliaa · 1 year
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okay so um. apparently tumblr has started terminating accounts when people use vpns on desktop? idk if theres any major evidence of this but its been happening to many people apparently including people who have previously used vpns and been fine (its been happening more with the bot resurgence apparently) and i dont want to risk it but the thing is for the next eleven days im stuck in a country were tumblr is literally banned and i cannot access it without a vpn so um. im not gonna be on tumblr for the next few days !!! if you need me ill still be on discord and if youre a mutual who doesnt have me on there ask luce (@legobatmen) for it. bye i will miss you all very much<3
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glasshcvse · 11 months
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wasn’t there a group based off “fearstreet” ?? what happened to them? or am i trippin 😭
AINE ! ⠀ › ⠀ SAYS. OMG SHUT UP YOU REMEMBER THEM??? 😭😭
they were called FIER and yes!! i had them like... back in 2021 / beginning of 2022 i think... anon you just unlocked smth for me and i thank you <333 i completely forgot about them and they were my everything until i kinda "re-branded" them and separated some of the ocs! kinda lost muse for them one terrible week and idk why because they had a very interesting plot to me!! i think i still have stuff saved for them somewhere in my docs, but yeah!
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1: I love your blog so much you are awesome.
2: Can I be added to the cod tag lists?
3: Idea for venom-hunter fic: the boys don’t know venom auto-heals and they watch Hunter get like… shot or sm and freak out and it’s angsty but it’s ok bc they heal right away and it’s fluffy in the end (popped into my head and I wanted to share)
1: Hi Parker! I love you too☺️ 2: I’m sorry I didn’t see this before now, but of course! I added you.
What if Hunter was Venom? Pt.2
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Pairing: Monster 141 + Horangi & König x reader
Cw: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gutting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.3k
Price felt his age catch up to him when he watched an enemy unload his whole mag into your - Venom’s - chest, the dark skin rippling at the surface like water breaking with every drop. He knows that under the surface was your body, hidden under his mass and strength, but Price was still worried. How couldn’t he worry when he kept you so close to his heart?
Even after watching Venom rip apart the men who shot at him - you - spraying their guts around the area, blood painting over the grey asphalt, dripping down from the tip of his claws. Venom was a menace from close up as he was from afar, he could spot anyone from kilometres away as long as he had a clear view, Venom could hear so clearly, his ears much more attuned to your environment and danger.
You could easily be sent out alone in some situations, Venom coming in to help whenever he thought you were in danger, forcefully or not. They could hear the crackle over the coms, Gaz spotting your form jumping from one building to the other, swinging from tree to tree or rushing through the enemy line like a battering ram, something that König was extremely proud of seeing as a battering ram himself.
They learned from you that Venom feared fire, the flames would burn him, disintegrating to ash - it was a painful death - and loud sounds, high-pitched ringing that would make both you and him scream out in pain. Venom wouldn’t die from the loud sound itself, but every moment spent outside a compatible host was a second closer to dying. It was loud and painful, the pitch ringing in your heads until you completely separated, but even then, you’d still hear that incessant sound echoing in your head.
So there wasn’t much to be scared about, worry indeed, but never fear for your life when they had Venom to watch over you, he was fiercely protective of you, so much so that it rivalled their own. Other times, Price would put you in a squad of three or two men, making sure that you wouldn’t be put in a dangerous situation.
It worked for the most part an unknown contractor paid to hunt you down and get Venom to the rich scientist who was obsessed with the alien that he hosted and any other. They were taught the non-lethal way of neutralising Venom, to get both of you back to the labs to study. They would cut you open, probe your insides and possibly break you in ways that scared them, it forced Price to keep you beside Ghost or König at all times, two giant monsters scaring anything and everything around you. It would keep the threats away until they absolutely had to keep you safely hidden.
But it seemed that the PMC had found you before they could do anything, your scream piercing the field, a painful screech following yours. The ringing of what seemed like a high-frequency machine hurt their ears from afar, the painful sound made them curl inward, wincing with a loud pulse in their ears. No wonder Venom was deathly scared of high frequencies, it probably hurt both of you more than them from how close and how strong your hearing was.
Those who were able to, dropped what they were doing to reach you, alarm and fear wracking their minds. Gaz left his perch, flying in the open without any protection, an easy target for any snipers. Soap rushed towards you, hastily transformed with his body still steaming hot, his jaw snapping at everything. Alejandro and Rudy weren’t far behind, the nagual making his own path with Rudy following close behind him. Horangi tore his way beside König, his clothes drowning in blood, their bodies smelling strongly of ichor, a metallic smell. Price had to drop everything he was doing - transferring the encrypted intel from the database to the hard drive - to come to your aid, the only relief he had was the knowledge that Ghost was assigned to your side, your bodyguard.
When they reached you, they saw Ghost trying his best to take down as many people as he could that stood between him and your safety, and you - your situation looked dire - were still screaming, Venom’s black mass being slowly torn from you, throwing you left and right. It was chaotic, watching you sway around, hand clutching your head and face screwed in pain, even he seemed in pain. You and Venom were fundamentally connected, mind and body working as one, your cells sewed to his goop and his strength flowing in your blood.
In a frenzy, they fought to get to you, blood splattered and abdomens gutted, a stinging pain pulsing in their chest that only seemed to grow stronger with every second they heard you wail, choked sobs to cling onto the symbiote who made himself at home inside your body, to hold onto the creature you dubbed your own. Despite the semblance of success, they were panicking, booming orders shot across the field and over the heads of dying men, their shots were hastily landed and randomly aimed as if they were fresh-faced rookies rather than scarred and experienced mercenaries. 
In the chaos of screams and shouts, Soap managed to destroy the machine, taking away the enemy’s only source of protection against Venom, but they couldn’t celebrate just yet, they had to finish this off before another echo was let out. 
“Shoot them now!” 
A booming shot followed closely after the order, a thick accented voice calling for whoever it was to shoot you down before you got away. You flinched back, curling forward in a coughing fit, sickly and wet coughs from your blood-filled lungs. You spat out red, tears rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for a breath, laboured and shallow breathing. You felt like you were drowning, dying by the one thing that kept you warm and alive, the life-giving and oxygen-rich ichor; it clogged up Soap and König’s nose, the retching of their throats and the heaviness in their stomach made them want to vomit, to force out the anxiety and terror in their bodies.
Little One, it was Venom, his voice laced with worry and exhaustion. 
“Please, Venom,” you rasped, blood trickling down your chin as you clutched your open wound, fingers stained as red as your vest and jacket were. 
Everyone watched Venom swallow you, darkness exploding from your back to wrap around you, covering you in layer upon layer of alien mass, forming a protective shield around you. Within seconds, venom came out screeching, large, white eyes squinted accusingly, jaws filled with long, serrated teeth opened threateningly and claw-tipped hands pointed at the ones who made you cry. He thrashed, breaking apart the many groups they formed and cutting through them ruthlessly, deaf to the silent screams and blind to the terror-filled look he received. Venom’s only priority was to exact revenge on the ones who hurt you and protect you. 
He sunk back into you, letting you slump over, falling into Price’s arms, his worried mumbles about your injury and state filled your ears. He shook off your vest and patted you down, searching for the entry wound on your chest, hands moving frantically and ordering the others to hover around you, boxing you in for your own safety. He went on for a few, confusion growing more and more when he couldn’t find the bullet hole. 
“ ‘m fine, Cap’n,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you slumped over him, thrusting him to keep you on your feet even after you slipped away to sleep off your exhaustion. 
“You’re bleeding,” Price hissed, hands grasping your biceps. “Stay awake, love. We can’t have you falling asleep with this.”
“He healed me,” you grumbled, hurrying your head under Price’s chin, nosing at his warm skin for comfort. “Venom.”
He sighed, worry shifting off his shoulders, replacing it with relief. Knees bending, he picked you up, one hand under your knees and the other pressing you to his chest, rumbling with soft purrs to smooth the frown on your face. He nodded at the others, Rudy calling for exfil as they moved, covering you as much as they could at the LZ, waiting for the beating rotors of Nick’s favourite helicopter.
“Let’s go home.”
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omg i really really love your blog<3 you are such a sweet person and so kind to all your followers and others on here and your writing is absolutely amazing!
i saw ur requests were open and i was wondering if you could write something for poe dameron? a hurt comfort because in your rules you said you wouldn't accept full angst which honestly is so real of you and i completely agree :D its just, ive read so many fics where poe's best friend or squadron member is either in love with him or fwb with him and he starts dating someone and they look rlly in love but then he leaves the person for the best friend and i cant help but always wonder how the person he left is feeling! and i was wondering if you could write something along the lines of this but he doesnt leave the reader and hes not really in love with his best friend or anything im so sorry this became really long but you can totally ignore this or say you cant do it its absolutely alright!<33
thank you sm though and i hope you have a good day!
Anon, thank you so much for such lovely and kind words! You are AMAZING! (Seriously, they have absolutely made my day/week/year!)
This ask has killed me (positive), my subconsciousness had a lot to say, it seems.
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Tangerine, Tangerine
Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Rating: M Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?
Warnings: angst (but with a happy ending), thoughts that a partner is cheating, blood, x-wing fight, swearing (not star wars swearing, because even though Kriff is great, I need to say fuck), Moonbeam as a nickname, typos, rail road sentences, please let me know if I’ve missed a warning!
Word Count: 4494
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It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 
You’d misunderstood, you’d read the situation wrong, you’d seen incorrectly. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. 
Your radio crackled, “Green Leader, checking in. We’re manoeuvring in 5. Call out.”
“Green Two check.”
“Green Three check.” 
 It was just a kiss. 
“Green Four check.” 
 It was just a-
“Green Five check.” 
Just a-
“Green Six check.” 
Just-
“Green Seven,” you swallow. “Check.” 
It wasn’t just a kiss. 
You patted your helmet twice and rolled your neck, breathing deeply as you settled in. On your left, you could see some of Blue Squadron. 
This mission was straightforward - on a holopad. 
Two teams to escort The Harbringer, the resistance supply ship. It had been damaged by a rogue blast from a tie fighter just as it jumped to hyperspace and had had to make an emergency landing on one of Tre’Ral’s desert moons. 
The crew on board had managed to fix all they could. But without proper materials, there was little chance of the ship making it out of the moon’s thick atmosphere and entering hyperspace. So Blue and Green Squadrons had been dispatched. Blue 1-4 had already made contact, jump-starting The Harbringer enough to get it airborne. 
Due to Tre’Ral’s sun and planet density, the gravity on the moons was a little stronger than most world’s atmospheric pressure. 
Green Leader, Sena, had repeated through briefing at how this would affect flying. How to be ready for it. And she hadn’t been wrong, it was different flying here. Tougher. And you loved it.
You’d grown up on Para, a planet with a high gravity density. You’d learnt to fly there well before you’d flown in space. Being here on this desolate moon almost felt like home. Your movements seemed smoother, precise. No longer needing to overcorrect for your naturally ingrained harsh movements. No longer spinning out and fighting low gravity, finally working with the tide. 
The manoeuvre would see the ships escort The Harbringer out of the moon’s atmosphere and then the rest of Blue squadron would form a sort of 3D star formation around the cargo ship. All jumping to hyperspace at the same time to carry it along with them. 
Simple. 
In theory. 
Everyone had spoken about how practically textbook it was, how easy. 
But then, of course, why was Green Squadron going? 
No one at the briefing had asked, why would they when the answer was so obvious. This part of the quadrant was teething with First Order. With a slow, busted supply ship you were all practically screaming for them to come and play target practice. 
You swallow. 
You should be focusing on that, on the mission. Instead of the utter nonsense that was ricocheting around your head and piercing your heart. 
I hadn’t just been a kiss. 
You and Poe had gotten together clumsily, three months ago, your normal awkwardness drowned out by so much Polanis Red that you almost couldn’t see straight. It had been after the battle of Hurthwen, a nasty dogfight that had everyone hyped up on adrenaline. 
He had been drunk when he kissed you, you remembered that. 
Maybe he had thought… maybe he had believed he was kissing her instead. 
It made a lot more sense. 
Sena was the Green Leader, she was a great pilot. One to be reckoned with. She was kind, she was fun, she was beautiful. She and Poe had joined the resistance together, risen the ranks together. Basically inseparable. Always laughing and joking. She had been in the same squad as Poe, under his command before she was promoted to leading one of her own. 
They had always been close. Always. Best friends. 
Sickness bubbled in your throat. 
You remembered Frizz and Hank talking offhandedly, well before you and Poe were a thing. Both of them sure that Sana and Poe were dating or ‘knocking boots’ as Frizz had so elegantly put it. 
“Two people can just be friends, you know.” You’d said, trying to hide your little crush on the commander. 
“Yeah,” Frizz laughed, “But not them. You seen them together?” 
Hank chortled. 
Nonsense. You’d brushed it off then. Allowed it to creep into your thoughts when it was dark and the base was quiet. When Poe’s breathing was soft and light behind you, his arm around your waist. 
Him and Sana just made a lot more sense than him and you. 
“Yeah, but not them. You seen them together?” 
Yeah. Now you had. 
The Harbringer came into view over the horizon. The seemingly endless stretch of desert was cut through in the distance by a fearsome outcrop of crocks, leading up into a field of formidable mountains. 
Blue 1-4 were already hooked up to the cargo ship, all five hoovering moving together as they flew towards you to meet. 
You wouldn’t have said things were difficult with you and Poe. Well, you wouldn’t have said that before. It was complicated for everyone on the base, most staff were on different call schedules, off-world or on a mission at all times. Having a relationship wasn’t straightforward. There were stretches where you wouldn’t even be on the same planet for days, but…
But you had thought it was…
It didn’t matter. 
You’d gone back to the briefing room, just before take off. You’d wanted to tap the main holoscreen twice, for luck. A little ritual you’d adopted early on. Most pilots were a superstitious bunch. 
That’s when you’d seen them. Sana and Poe. Locked in a tight embrace, their lips pressed together in a deep kiss. 
Your heartbeat had thundered so loud you’d been surprised they hadn’t heard it. But they’d been too preoccupied to notice your presence. 
It was cliche but time had almost slowed, calmed and stretched like the moment you take aim, the second before you fired your ship's canons. 
A flash of the control panel had flickered into your mind when you saw them, your fingers twitching as if you had the trigger in your hands. 
You’d turned and left without a sound. Without a word. Without letting them know you saw. Leaving them to… whatever they did next. 
Was it their first kiss? One of many? Had this been going on well before Poe had taken your hand and led you outside so he could clumsily name all the constellations, making up new ones and backstories to make you smile?
“That one here, you see it?” 
“Yeah?” 
“That one’s the best one, best in the sky. It’s orange and it’s right next to that other orange one, like they’re holding hands.”
You’d laughed. 
“That’s me and you Moonbeam.” 
Moonbeam. That stupid nickname. 
You’d gone to your room quickly, the one that you and Poe shared, and taken off the necklace he’d given you. 
“I want you to wear it for luck, Moonbeam.” 
That stupid smile he’d given you as he’d slipped it from his own neck and onto yours. That stupid kiss he’d given you after. You’d thought that expression was cute when you’d seen it, pure. Now it just seemed like he’d been laughing at you, playing some sick joke. ‘How long can I string someone along?’, ‘how far can I go before they realise it’s all pretend?’ 
You’d left the necklace with the ring slipped through on the small set of shelves in the corner, the one Poe normally kept his holopad on. 
It was idiotic, but your neck felt… empty without it. Cold. Every now and then you touched at where the chain normally lay.A subconscious action only brought to the forefront of your mind by the sensation of your own skin instead of metal. 
Something caught your eye in the distance, a flash of sunlight glinting off the horizon. Dread twisted in your stomach as realisation dawned a second earlier than your scanners. The extra gravitational pressure and high quantity of magnetic metals in the sand affected everyone’s ship computers, causing a brief information delay. 
Your alarm sounded out inside your ship, the radar blinking into life as tie fighters approached from the rock outcrop. They’d used the high mineral concentration to hide their energy signatures. 
“Fuck.” 
The radio screamed into life, orders out pouring over orders. Blue squadron rushed into position while Green scrambled. 
“Blue in place now!”
“It’s gonna be rushed, but we haven’t got a choice!”
“No time!” “Incoming!” “Green half split! Evens left, odds right, let’s keep those fighter’s off The Harbringer and Blue squadron! Gamma pattern!” 
“How far away is the Delta?” 
“Calling in attack pattern!” 
You swing to the right, falling in with Hank and Petal and bank hard, it takes less than a second for you to notice that your squad's movements aren’t as precise and well-timed as usual. The stronger gravity throwing everyone, except you, off their game. 
That didn’t bode well. 
You climb for a second, punching hard on the acceleration to get some height and a clear view of the oncoming and flick on your targeting system. The image glitches, doesn’t hold steady even as you focus. Off by half a fraction. 
Shots fire out from both sides, most missing.
“Targeting not working!”
“It’s out!”
“I can’t get a clear shot!” “The read is malfunctioning!”
“Half a click 4/8!” You shout, as you take your shot, hitting two tie fighters head-on. 
“Good shot Green 7!” You can hear the joy and relief in Sana’s voice. “Half a click 4/8, you’ll all have to manually adjust!” 
You dive, swirling around two fighters before skimming close to the ground, trying to draw their attention away from the cargo ship. You spin, slamming your control harder than you would need to in any other situation as you turn and spike past another fighter, taking out one in the process. 
“Wooooo!” Hank yells over the intercom.
You laugh. “Bet you never thought you wished you grew up on Para right?” 
“Every day new things surprise me.” He banks left, you right, Petal dives down. 
It’s too much of a rush, everything all at once, patterns and shots flying, your ship’s systems screaming as you push the engines a little too hard. 
The tie fighters aren’t moving as fast as they normally do, bogged down even more than the x wings by the gravity. They can’t make their normal quick turns and it’s affecting their strike patterns. 
Good. 
But there’s so, so many of them. 
Explosions fly debris out, and you climb higher. Needing a clear view and unable to rely on your targeting systems. 
More shots fly out, The Harbringer is taking a battering but so far its shielding is holding the hull together. 
The radio keeps screaming, overlapping voices that blur into background noise. You’re trained to only hear your call signal, direct messages. You vear off, narrowingly missing a blast to your wing. 
“-On my tail.” Frizz’s voice cuts through the noise, a sharp stab of dread slicing you open as you turn, automatically looking to the reader, it’s still not clear. 
You climb, twist, fall, see a Green ship, followed tightly by two fighters. Accelsorate, bank. You fire. You’re aiming in a panic now, not adjusting right, not breathing through. 
The shot hits one, before you have to swerve to avoid being struck head-on. 
“Thanks 7!” Cril yells over the speaker, managing to shake the other fighter. 
There’s a scream, a crackle of sound over the system. A sound you know too well. You see the ship crash into the desert, exploding before it even hits the ground as the a tie fighter’s shots hit home. 
Frizz.
“No…” 
“Check!” Sana yells, unable to tell who went down with the system glitching. “Green Leader!”
You swerve around another fighter, everything moving so fast, too fast.
“Green Two check!” Cril.
“Green Three check!” Petal. 
Nothing. 
“Green Four!” Sana yells. No call replies. Balna. Not Frizz. 
The momentary rush of relief at Frizz being alive is cut horribly short by the image of Balna’s kind face that bursts behind your eyes. 
You bank left, right, swerve, take aim, twist. 
There’s a chance, a good chance that you’ll win. All of Blue is in place, The Harbringer is moving up with them. The tie fighters are taking more hits than the resistance, their less aerodynamic design hampering them more than usual with this gravity. 
All you need is…
Another alarm. 
“Oh… fuck.” You slam on your intercom. “Z-Fighter!” 
A chorus of yells answer you. 
A Z-fighter, a quick moving ship a fraction bigger than The Harbringer, with two powerful front guns. A few shots would take the cargo ship out completely. 
And with how slow the supply ship was moving, that wouldn’t be hard. 
The Z-fighter storms in, moving fast but not firing, they were obviously having problems with their targeting too, needing a close clear shot. 
“Take out the main cannons!” Sana yells, the panic in her voice cutting through the chaos. You turn, aim, take out a tie fighter but have to veer up at the last second. Twist. 
Someone comes in after you, aiming for the cannons, a fighter clips their side and they can’t correct quick enough. They spiral off, their ship crashing into the Z-fighter. Obliterated on impact. The Z-fighter seemingly unaffected. 
You loop back, adrenaline blinding you to everything, anything that’s not the goal. Take out the canons. Take out the canons. People are counting on you. Take out the canons. 
You fire, a clear shot before you bank to the side to avoid a direct hit to your hull. 
It’s not enough.
You need to pass again, and again. Other x wings flying in, taking shots, the gravity making them slow, imprecise. Only one blast hits and it’s not full on.You’re the only one hitting directly and it’s not enough. 
It’s not enough. It’s not enough. It’s not enough.
There’s shouting and screaming, the zipping of the fighters as they cut through the sky. Someone yells your name and you don’t hear it. 
Another hit lands. One canon out. Only one left. You can do this. The Harbringer is nearly in the upper atmosphere, they can jump from there. Just a few more seconds. You can do this.
“Black Leader!” Poe’s call sign cuts over the dim, followed by the call signs of half of the Red Squadron.
They must have scrambled after first contact. 
The canon’s powering up, a quick glance to your panel tells you that The Harbringer’s shield is barely functioning. They won’t survive a direct hit. With how close they are and the Blue Squadron ships that are attached there’s no way they wouldn’t be pulled down too if The Harbringer fell. 
The canon needs more than one hit to take it down, more than five. No way you can shoot five times before they fire. 
You twist, full force. Pumping the acceleration. Fire. Fire. Fire. Three hit. You don’t slow down. Fire. Fire. Fire. They hit. The canon is still operational. 
Sana is screaming orders, so many shots fire at the canon, none of them hit right, hit full on. 
Two chances left. 
One to fire. If it takes out the canon you just have enough time to serve up, to avoid getting smashed to bits. 
Poe shouts for you over the intercom. 
You don’t answer.
One to fire. If it doesn’t take out the canon then… then you crashing into it head on will. 
Poe yells again, this time cutting over everyone else, sending you a direct call. 
You don’t answer.
You fire. Hit. 
Poe screams for you, his voice painful and panicked. He’s already worked out your plan before you had even thought of it. 
The canon doesn’t go down. 
You cut the call to him. Blocking out his signal. You don’t want Poe to think you did this for him. 
You don’t want him to think you did this because of him.
“Green Seven!” Sana yells, seemingly knowing what you’re going to do. 
Hank screams your name over the radio. It hurts. You think it’s the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 
“Moonbeam!” Poe’s voice is ripped raw from yells, Sana has patched him through over her signal. You were wrong. That was the worst sound you’ve ever heard. 
You dip at the last second, not hitting the canon straight on but smashing your right wing into it. The force surprises you, even though you braced for it. The impact sending you spiralling. You try to regain control, try to turn into the spin. Training taking over even though you're a wing and half a ship down. 
Shouts over the radio, you barely make out- 
“-cannon’s down-”
“-Jump!-”
A spark hits, your console explodes into flame, shards hit your side and you yell. Sky and sand tumbling over each other over and over, and you manage to hit the eject button.
The force rips you upwards, free briefly from your burning ship. But you’re too close to the floor, not enough time to slow down your velocity. There’s-
.
The impact of the ground hurts. Pain explodes along every nerve despite the ejection seat dampening. You scream. 
Agony is everywhere, everything. You can’t feel anything else, can’t comprehend anything except floods of pain. 
You hit your belt, falling out and to the desert floor. Looking up just enough to gauge where you are, where your ship fell. It’s an exploded, fireball mess far off. At least it’s not an immediate threat. You crawl to the side and sob. 
There’s blood falling into the sand from your head, the right side of your face. You can’t see properly out of your eye and your left leg is definitely broken. Shattered. Still, you drag yourself forward, digging your hands in and pulling as something ribs and tears in your side, warm liquid soaking into your fight suit. 
The resistance will jump to hyperspace, they’ll get out. They’ll make it. 
You just needed to get away from your ejection seat, when the First Order doubles back they’ll see it, they’ll see you. You just needed to get to an outcrop. Hide. 
Make it look like you had a weapon. 
Make them shoot you first instead of taking you for questioning. 
Can’t let them take you alive. 
There's the faint sound of a ship somewhere above, landing gear coming down. 
For a second you freeze, panic gripping your heart, you dig into the sand hard, pull, pull, pull  yourself closer towards the outcrop of rocks. The air seems to be leaving your lungs, your breathing ragged and hot. 
You cough, red hitting the dirt, iron hitting your tongue. 
You crawl, pull. The pain is making you light-headed. You gasp, trying to get in a full lung full of air. It's not enough. It's not enough. It's not enou…
.
When you open your eyes your first thoughts are simple. Clear. 
I'm dead.
You were either shot in the head in the sand or simply succumbed to your wounds. 
But then things begin to feel… fuzzy. Not painful, but not right either.
And that's when you smell the Bacta. And then the light starts to change to distorted shapes, and finally, you recognise Hank sitting next to you.
“You better not be dead too,” you whisper your voice dry from lack of use. 
Hank jumps up, goes to grab your hand and then stops himself. There are tears in his eyes. He softly places his fingers on yours and you squeeze back. 
“You're a fucking idiot you know that?” He grins and you laugh. Which hurts a little, but feels good. 
“One sec,” he moves away just to speak to someone outside before he comes back. “I'm the one that picked you up, you know?” 
“Now who's the fucking idiot?” You smile but your chest aches, heavy with the weight of his words. “You shouldn't have done that.” You whisper. 
“What?”
“You were under fire, you should have just jumped-” 
“I saw you eject. Saw you moving. You think I was just gonna leave you there?” He sits. “Besides, I was closest. The commander would have blown up the whole planet to get to you.” 
You swallow, turning away slightly. Going cold at the mention of Poe. 
Hank mistakes the look for guilt, and squeezes your hand again. “Hey, look,” he smiles, “you took out the canons, you're a fucking idiot but you know how to fly in heavy gravity.” 
You snort. 
He smiles. 
“Who did we lose?” 
Hank sighs, “three…”
You nod, closing your eyes for a moment. 
“There-”
There was shouting from outside, a crash and then Poe stormed into the room, med staff close behind him.
You swallow, sickness building in your throat.
He looked awful, drawn out and worn thin like he hadn't slept or eaten in days. His eyes red. 
He rushes forward, Hank moves out of the way, so Poe can take your hand in his. He leans forward and kisses you softly, carefully stroking your cheek, being gentle with your bandages. 
“Moonbeam…” he mutters and you flinch back from him. He looks at you with sad, confused eyes. 
“Look, I can only allow one visitor in here.” The med staff member says.
Hank stands, and speaks when you frown. “I'll see you later, Poe’s the one that hasn't left your side. The only reason he wasn't here when you woke was because I made him go take a shower.” Hank smiled, “you can thank me for that later.” 
Both you and Poe are quiet as the others leave. Poe searching your face for something, while you look away. 
“Moonbeam,” he says again softly, but there's an edge to his words that you're not used to. “What the fuck happened on that mission? What the fuck is this?” He holds up his hand, his necklace and ring wrapped around his palm. His eyes are shiny as he speaks. “Were you trying to kill yourself? What the fu-”
“Poe,” you breathe. Best to get it over quickly. “I saw.”
He frowns. “Saw? Saw what?” 
“You and Sana, in the briefing room… before take off.” 
The small frown on his forehead relaxes slightly for a moment as his eyebrows raise. “You… saw?” 
You nod. 
“You, but, I didn’t see you when I pushed her away?” His voice cracks at the end, a splinter running into the muscle of your heart. 
“You pushed her away?” 
“You didn’t see that?” He frowns again, blinking hard, “you just, just saw and walked away and what? Took this off?” He holds up the necklace again. A tear falls from his eye and he rubs it away furiously as if it had scorched his skin. “Just, just left it and… and…” 
“I didn’t know you didn’t want it…” You say quietly, emotion is making your chest tight and constricted. “I didn’t know you didn’t want her…”
“What?” He breathes, moving closer and squeezing your hand. There’s disbelief in his voice, confusion. Anger, it’s deep down and controlled but it’s there. “No, look, she kissed me. I pushed her away, I, I even logged a report, I’ll pull up the god damned camera feed to show you.” 
He’s not lying. His gaze is unwavering and he’s got that painfully earnest look in his eyes. 
“You thought…” he shakes his head slightly, his voice pained, “you thought I’d-”
“You both make sense together.” You blurt out. “She’s… and you’re…” you shrug and sigh, on the verge of tears yourself. “You’re both the best of us.”
“No,” he shakes his head fiercely, “Moonbeam, no.” He wipes roughly at his eyes again, glancing down for a moment and you lightly touch his head. 
He looks up instantly as you stroke his curls, still lightly damp. 
“I’m sorry.” You whisper.
Poe shakes his head again, grabbing your hand and kissing your wrist. “I’m sorry.” He kicks off his shoes and clambers into bed next to you a little awkwardly. He’s trying to be careful, trying not to hurt you but needing closeness so badly it’s suffocating. 
You scooch to the side as quickly as you can in your current state and lean into him as he wraps his body around you softly and kisses you sweetly. 
“Love you, love you, love you,” he repeats after every kiss, pressing his lips to every part of your skin that he can reach.
“Why are you sorry?” You mutter as he holds you, “I’m the one that messed up.”
He shakes his head, “I’m sorry that I don’t make you realise how special you are, how perfect.” He kisses your cheek, “you’re the best of us Moonbeam.” 
You tut but his grip tightens and he holds you tight. 
“And one hell of a pilot.” He grins. 
You scoff. 
“You are.” He kisses you again. 
You nuzzle against him, settling into his touch. Knots have formed in your chest, pain that’s loosening. His warmth is comforting. Home. 
“Sana said she didn’t know I was in a relationship,” he says softly, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I don’t know if that’s true, but… I do believe her.” 
You nod. “She’s a good person.”
He moves so he can look you in the eyes. “Please, Moonbeam, I… don’t,” he bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a long second. “I want to tell you, I want to say, don’t ever do something like that again… don’t… don’t put yourself at risk.” 
You touch his cheek lightly. 
“But it’s not fair is it?” He smiles sadly. “We both do that every day… You know you were gonna be in my squadron at first?” 
You shake your head in surprise and he nods.
“You were, but… well,” he blushes ever so slightly. “I was so embarrassingly head over heels in love with you,” he laughs lightly. “For months I could hardly talk to you, you know I had to down five Polanis Red’s in a row after Hurthwen just so I could ask you out? I knew I wouldn’t be able to function right if you were in my squad. I knew that I’d put everyone else at risk because if it came down to it… if there was a choice between everyone in the squad dying, everyone on the base, or you… I’d let the resistance burn instead of lose you. Every single time.” 
You close your eyes, fighting the emotion that needs to break through and squeeze his hand like a lifeline. “I love you.” You whisper. 
Your fingertips brush against the necklace, the ring hooking around the first knuckle of your index finger by chance. 
Poe slowly moves his hand from yours and unwinds the necklace from his palm before carefully placing it over your head, giving you plenty of time to move away if you wanted. 
“I love you Moonbeam,” he mutters, his voice low, reverent. Then leans in to kiss you. You kiss him back with all your heart. 
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tau1tvec · 4 months
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S/O to a few of my favorite TS3CC Creators
I know this community is small, and therefore doesn't get as much love and attention as it deserves, but know that it is alive and well, much like my love for it, and it's many thanks to these ppl for keeping it fresh and fun even today.
@simtanico literally what would my sims be without you and your amazing sliders, slider fixes, and conversions.
@rollo-rolls you always work so hard to keep our sims looking stylish, I know a lotta people in this community appreciate you as much as I do!
@johziii you put so much love into your CC as you do your sims, homes and gameplay, you're truly the whole package!
@sim-songs an absolute legend for helping revive the Maxis Match ts3 community!
@nectar-cellar an absolute legend, period.
@imamiii idk how you do it, but you make this game look how it probably would had it been released today. Whether it's your gameplay posts, or your CC, I know when I see your post on my dash, I'm bound to be blown away.
@sourlemonsimblr still can't tell whether we're playing the same game, bc everything you post looks like The Sims 10, but I am so glad you're willing to share your CC with us, so maybe one day we will be playing the same game, lol.
@pleaseputnamehere just thought I'd let you know that I kiss your nosemasks goodnight as I tuck them into bed.
@xiasimla an amazing talented and devoted creator all around, every download post is a WIN.
@martassimsbook you keep my love for ts3's buy/build mode alive!
@billsims-cc ty for never giving up on us. 😭😭😭
@bioniczombie for sharing your amazing conversions, and helping run one of my favorite ts3cc finds blogs!
@satellite-sims although you aren't too active right now, I miss you, and I love your conversions sm. The extra work you put into making them the absolute best quality, just like all your posts is so loved and appreciated.
@simbouquet your mods and fixes are such a MUST, you always know exactly what this game needs, and execute it like a pro.
@phoebejaysims another amazing modder keeping this game truly interesting, ty so much for your dedication.
@criisolatex you're like some ethereal being sent to Earth on a mission to make ts3 the best it can be, and you're kind enough to share it with us.
@nemiga-sims-archive you pop out every once and a while like an all year round Santa giving us presents to throw into our games. TY!
@olomaya you work so hard to expand and improve and also make the gameplay in ts3 a lot more interesting.
@twinsimming you know you carry ts3 simblr, right? 💕
@thesweetsimmer111 besides being just the most talented animator I've ever seen in any modding community, your dedication to the youngest and ignored age groups is most admirable, ty.
@flotheory yet another talented and devoted modder giving ts3 the love and attention it deserves. I just know the devs would be so proud.
@greenplumbboblover you've always got something big up your sleeve, your ambition knows no bounds, and the ts3 community is so lucky to have you.
I'm likely forgetting some folks, so I'll probably add some more when I remember, and ty again everyone on this list for working so hard to keep this game alive, and fun, and freeeeeee!
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st4rymoon · 3 months
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GIRL… i LOVE ur blog.
can you do a miguel ohara x female!plus size reader, reader is just all cuddly and affectionate with miguel, yknow just being really cuddly in their shared bed but things go to the other direction. (SMUT🙏)
Thank you sm for the support 💘💘ughh! Ik Mig loves his girls with some extra fluff <3 he loves being buried in your thick thighs!! He gets so frustrated when you start second guessing things like letting him eat you out while you sit on his face :( he jus yanks you above him and pins you down to his mouth and can’t help but moan when he tasted you <3
anyways here is ur silly treat 🤫
𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 • Miguel O’Hara x Fem Reader
- 18+, pet names, p in v, fingering, plus size reader, needy Miguel, needy Miguel, unprotected sex, slight nipple play, husband x wife, very horny Miguel, kissing,
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One thing Miguel loved was being curled up in bed besides you. He melts when your warm soft skin presses onto his, it’s the comfort he seeks after any stressful situation.
He especially enjoys when you wear your prettiest panties and a tank top letting your tummy show. He could never keep his hands to himself in situations like that.
Miguel dropped his duffle bag onto the floor as he walked into your cozy home. He knew his pretty wife would be all cozied up in bed by this time and he sure hated working late.
“Mig? Is that you?” You called out from the bedroom “Who else would it be” he cooed as he made his way to the bedroom. The second he got 3 steps away from the door you jumped in his arms, nuzzling yourself into his chest with your arms tightly wrapped around him “I missed you” you sighed.
“I miss you most chula, my gorgeous girl” his tone was sensual and smooth as he kissed you hungrily, you knew nothing innocent comes out of that familiar tone.
“Get back in bed love, I’ll be right there” he smiled as his hands snaked down your back and squeezed your ass with both hands.
You giggled as he slapped a thick hand on your plush ass as he made his way into the restroom. Miguel groaned the second he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes catching the growing bulge in his pants.
For fuck sake he couldn’t keep it in his pants.
He tried his best to think of something else but his mind always went back to the memory of your legs spread wide with his hands holding the back of your thighs as he fucked you tight cunt full.
You on the other hand were happily waiting for Miguel to get out of the bathroom so you could be cuddled up in his arms.
Your eyes lit up as soon as the door opened, lo and behold your shirtless behemoth of a husband walks in with nothing but some loose boxers. You let out an audible moan as he sunk into bed.
You were wrapped in his arms with your face buried in his arm, lips kissing onto his bicep as his hand playfully rubbed the side of you thigh “new shampoo?” Miguel hummed as he took in the sweet scent of your smooth skin.
“Mmhm, you like?” You innocently smiled. “Oh I definitely do” Miguel groaned as he sloppily kissed down your jaw and onto your collar bone.
Miguel could be so touchy in just a few seconds, he went from rubbing your thigh to squeezing and kissing all over you. “Tan chula te miras” he cooed as he effortlessly turned you onto your back, straddling your legs onto his waist.
“Mig!” You giggled as he pressed himself into you. You hummed as your pussy gushed the moment you felt his cock press against you. He was so fucking hard already.
“I know mi vida, I just can’t help myself when you look this good” he hummed “not to mention you smell like heaven” he added. You buried your face into the pillows in embarrassment due to the compliments spilling from his lips “ah ah, look at me” he cooed.
His thick fingers pulling your face out the pillows “that’s my girl”
“You all wet for me bunny? I bet if I move these pretty pink panties to the side you’ll be all soaked and gushy for me” he mocked with a pout. You shook your head knowing full well he was right.
“No? Oh don’t lie to me” he hummed. You gasped when the cold air hit your warm cunt, his fingers holding the cloth to the side as he dipped his fingers into your folds.
You curled your lips as his thick fingers dipped into your tight cunt, slowly pumping until you coated his fingers completely.
Miguel chuckled lowly as he watched you bury your face into the pillow, moaning into the soft cushion as he pumped his digits into you.
“Miguellll” you mewled as he pulled out without warning. He smiled at your needy pout, accompanied by a swift motion of his hands pulling off his boxers.
“I don’t want you cumming on my fingers doll, need you gushing around my cock” he hummed lowly in your ear. His lips pressed messy kisses onto your cheek bone and down your neck as his hands spread your legs.
“Look at that bunny, all wet and ready for me mmhm?” He smiled. You whined as Miguel began to fuck your folds, his thick cock hungrily rubbing against your clit.
Your whole body was tingling at the action, you stared at the way Miguel’s arms flexed as he held himself up and dragged his cock sloppily onto your cunt. “Mig please” you panted.
“Shhh let me do the work, all you gotta do is relax and be real good f’me” he hummed. His hands moved onto your soft hips, his eyes watching the way your squirmed and shivered at his touch.
Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he pushes into your puffy cunt, walls swallowing him whole as he let out a gruntled moan. Miguel seethed at how tight and warm you felt around him, his vision almost going blurry as you clenched around him.
“Oh mh-“ you panted as he began to slam deep and rough into you, your back nearly arching as he placed your thighs into his for a better angle.
“Thats it f- ah that’s I-“ Miguel huffed with each thrust, his hands trailed up and down your curves and love handles as he made his way up to your tits.
He yanked the tank down, a animalistic moan coming out of Miguel as he leaned down and took your soft breast into his mouth, lapping and sucking on your nipple as he fucked you full.
You were mewling and whining into the sheets as he continued his brutal pace “pussy always takes me so well honey, jus’ loves getting stuffed full huh?” He smiled as you dug your nails into his arms.
You couldn’t get a single word out as overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. Your legs squeezed his waist as his tip nudged at your sweet spot over and over.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as you pulsed around him, pussy gushing all over his cock as he fucked you like a mad man.
“That’s it lovely, let it out for me mami” he cooed. You were fucked completely dumb as he muttered praises with each deep thrust.
Miguel couldn’t contain himself when he saw your soft rolls moving with each of his thrusts and lost all control when his eyes caught the sight of your pussy completely wet and creamy.
He came at the sight of his cock fully soaked in your wetness, thick white ropes of his cum coated your gushy walls as his moans grew louder.
The sound of his balls slapping against your ass was the last thing you could hear as he fucked his cum into you. He was chanting your name out as he slowed his pace.
“F- fuck, I love you so much” he sighed. He smiled at you from below him, his lips pressing reassuring kisses onto your lips as he pulled out.
The both of you let out moans at the loss of contact. He laid besides you, thick arms pulling you close in need of your warmth and affection. “My pretty girl” Miguel hummed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“How about a bath?”
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marlenesluv · 4 months
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could u do a charles x country singer reader with a megan moroney fc (i love her)
Country Feels. (CL)
awww yes yes, i can do this!! i hope you like it :)
pairing: charles leclerc x country singer!reader
fc: megan moroney
warnings: none
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for all posts! ^
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y/n.user: thank you, vegas🎲🎰
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countrybb12: my girl played in vegas WOOOOO
user2: stunning, as always!!!
cl16fp: charles? what are you doing hereeee?
yourbsf: ilysm, you were fabulous💗
↳ y/n.user: thank you, hun🥹💗
f1updates: charles following her for a while and is now liking all her posts? okkk mr. sly guy👀
user7: okay queen of country was in my AREAAA
oliviarodrigo: you did soooo amazing!! love you❤️‍🔥
↳ y/n.user: thank you, ma’am ❤️‍🔥
footlooselovaaa: the dresssssss <333
y/nseditsfp8: can’t wait to be able to go to one of your shows!! you’re amazing
user5: hair looks so good! loved seeing you here 🥹
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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charles_leclerc: vegas, baby👀🪩
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user6: SLAY SHIRT SLAYYYYY
f1updates: he’s vegas man
y/n1fp: anyone find it a little interesting that y/n is in vegas for her tour and here charles is, in vegas and posting a backstage view of a show that looks a lot like hers? 🤔
↳ clcs444: i guess it’s a little odd, but it could just be a coincidence
ferrarieditss: hes gotta be with another driver?
↳ mv1bb: he was spotted with carlos and lando!
user9: living for the content 🤲😝
formula1page: missing our manz on summer break fr
cuntry69: is he there to see mother??? (y/n y/l/n)
↳ vroomies7: ur user is so slay
↳ cuntry69: ty babe
arthur_leclerc: don’t gamble too much
↳ charles_leclerc: 👍
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
twitter:
F1 Gossip Blog @gossipf1 • 2hr ago
Charles Leclerc Spotting!:
Charles was seen at dinner with none other than Y/n Y/l/n! Y/n is a country star, most know for her songs ‘Tennessee Orange’ , ‘I’m Not Pretty’ and ‘Can’t Break Up Now’.
Suspicions of them dating are flying around social media. You do have to admit, they would make a power couple. What do you think? Let us know.
↳ CL16 Talks @charlesle16 • 2hr ago
Bro, Y/n is genuinely one of the prettiest people I have ever seen! And her music? SO good!! Her and Cha would be sooo cute 🥹
↳ F1 Wag Page @f1wagspage • 2hr ago
New wag!!?? She’s so pretty, talented, and funny in her interviews. Can’t wait to see what happens!
↳ Y/n OG Fanpage @y/ny/l/nfp1 • 1hr ago
Mother is dating a race car driver….
↳ F1 Page @f1forever • 1hr ago
NO. A formula 1 driver, there’s a difference. F1 is better
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y/n.user: thank you so much for an amazing tour. and thank you for streaming my new album, i’m so lucky to be able to call you all my fans. i love you, see you in monaco 🫡❤️‍🔥
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f1updates: did she just casually say that she’s going to monaco- OMG
danielricciardo: loved the new album!🤠
↳ y/n.user: thank you so much, dan! 🤠
dr3edits: DANNY???!
f1wags: we ALL know
user6: she’s going to monaco?
↳ ln4edits: yesss. prolly for charles🫠
countrybabes7: i loved the album sm, you are it up (per usual)
char16: charles stays liking but won’t comment. like BRO, it’s fine, we know
y/nismyicon: queen of country is dating king of f1 fr
formulaa2: live laugh love y/n
lilymhe: pretty pretty girl in her pretty pretty dresses
↳ y/n.user: you > anyone else
↳ lilymhe: no you > anyone else
↳ carmenmmundt: stop flirting guys! your bfs are gonna see
↳ lilymhe: 😟o.m.g.
↳ y/n.user: omg carmen😳
↳ carmenmmundt: OMG
user1: LMAO CARMEN😭😭😭😭
f1editpage: carmen just confirming what we already know
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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charles’ instagram story:
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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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y/n.user: ferrari, baby
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charles_leclerc: you are a horrible driver, mon chéri
↳ y/n.user: hmph😒
f1wags: WOAH CONFIRMED SLAY
user3: too cuteeeeee
lailahasanovic: love u two together
↳ y/n.user: awe, laila💗 i love u and mick together
↳ mickschumacher: thanks 😁
formula1posts: favsss🤗
user9: charles and y/n look so good WTF?
francisca.cgomes: karting queen
↳ y/n.user: 😛😆
↳ charles_leclerc: she kept crashing into me
↳ pierregasly: francisca is the same way
↳ y/n.user: WOW guys
↳ francisca.cgomes: they are so rude
y/nfp16: the ferrariiii girl how did he let you drive that
↳ user5: he trusts her fr
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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charles_leclerc: monaco boat rides with my family😘
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f1wags: “my family” and y/n is in there 🥹
↳ ferrariposts: the whole family prolly loves her
leclerc_pascale: ❤️❤️
*liked by creator*
user3: y/n with her guitar, too cuteeee
y/n.user: i love it here
↳ arthur_leclerc: move then
↳ charles_leclerc: we love you here
↳ lorenzotl: yes we do
↳ y/n.user: 🥹
formula1updates: this is freaking adorable
cs55fp: i’m more invested in y/n and charles relationship than my own tbh
user6: i need y/n ans daniel to meet cuz he’s our country boy
↳ danielricciardo: who says we haven’t met?
f1fp9: she’s so prettyyyy
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
your instagram story:
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
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tojisun · 3 months
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sorry was just going through your blog again because I’ve missed out for a while and YOUR DBF BIKER SIMON? DARING TO SAY “ERIN”? TO HAVE A PRETTY ROCK A DIAMOND IN A BOX TO MAKE UP FOR IT? MY HEART CANNOT TSKE IT IVE BEEN CRUING
(This is so well written it’s making my heart hurt in a way it hasn’t since I was last on your blog for Toji)
I know simon’s toxic in this I know that but I can’t help the part of me that yearns for a happy ending, you’re writing just drives such a familiar nail in my heart
YERP!! dbf!simon knows he can fuck up however because he can just buy whatever expensive thing u want and thinks that that makes up for it :/
at first it was enough. at first, when simon showered you with couture and diamonds and expensive vacation tickets as apology, it had been enough. it was enough because simon has never hurt you the way he did when he called you erin.
see, you're used to being replaced with other dates. you're used to watching from across the room as simon paraded around with a pretty person by his side because you know, no matter how twisted it is, that simon will come back to you - all pawing hands and pretty words slipping from his lips, praising you as the only one that could truly matter to him. telling you how you're the only one special enough to meet his friends - the other ones; the ones who eyed you with thick interest in their eyes.
but then erin came around. pretty and kind and smart erin came around. simon pampered her the most. cherished her the most. loved her the most. simon didn't even read your messages during the time he was with erin (he used to do so no matter who he's with); he never messaged you drunkenly, never left a voicemail saying how you're much better than his current dates. never hesitantly told you how he regrets not choosing you instead.
you were sidelined when he was with erin. so when he called her name while taking you. when he moaned her name even though they've been broken up for months then. well, and it is silly that you only realized now, but no amount of apologies and pretty rocks could make up for it.
AND OMGGG YOUVE BEEN HERE SINCE HOW WE BREAK?? 🥺🥺 no because that one was so angsty even for me!! but ahhhHHJHHH i loved writing it sm!!!
and aww thank u sweetheart. i've been mulling over the idea that they will make up but. idk. i feel like it's his turn to be hurt this time - that said, i still have a lot more drafts of dbf simon being an asshole so its not like it'll actually conclude anytime soon aiuhfuwhfdh
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teyamsatan · 10 months
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do you have any fic recommendations? while i wait for part three for monster in me
is it uncouth to copy paste my masterlist?? HAHAHAHAHHAAH im joking yes bb i have so many recommendations, i might even make an official list, maybe for 2.5k?
(in no particular order ofc, i love you all so much)
✰ Chosen By Eywa by @randxmthxughts - it's my highest on my list of to read damn having a job so i can't just spend my entire life reading fanfics but i hear that it's phenomenal and similar in themes to monster in me so i'm sure you'd love it as much I will (so so excited for this bb)
✰ Action//Reaction by @draiochtwrites - another enemies to lovers MASTERPIECE, i love lys and everything she touches turns to gold, amazing work, please check out her whole masterlist!!
✰ Aphrodite by @iwantjaketosullyme - just an amazing, fluffy, funny, incredible Lo'ak fic, just too good
✰ Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan by @tiredmamaissy - needs no introduction, the queen herself, i love this series so much and this amazing man created by @zestys-stuff
✰ Lana's masterlist by @lanasblood - bb Lana has two one shots as of yet, but it's more than enough to fall in love with her and her writing and realise she's a gift to this world and this fandom and i can't wait to read everything else!!!
✰ Dad!Neteyam by @fleurriee - I love how my Fleurr writes Neteyam sm, and this series, as i've told her before, makes even the most baby-fever-proof people melt into a puddle of hormones hahaha
✰ Luna's masterlist by @justasimps-blog - another queen that needs no introduction, Luna is one of the reasons I decided to put my work on this website and engage with this community. i love her, and everything she writes, and my favourites are The Fall, Close Ain't Close Enough and Movie Night
✰ Soft!Dom Neteyam Drabble and basically all her prompts by @teyums - fuck, i love how Junie writes Neteyam so much, so much talent i'm surprised it's not overflowing everywhere, so so good
✰ Sex Education by @hinataashoyos - still my favourite Jake fic, i adore it sm, her writing is genuinely mindblowing, i remember even now having my mouth wide open reading this fic, INCREDIBLEEE!!
✰ Take Me With Her/Tidal Wave by @normspellsman - just an incredible Lo'ak series, filled with angst and just everything i love so so much, definitely worth a read 🥰
✰ I See You by @heirtothekingdom - another one saved to be read, that i have heard incredible things about, that i knowww is gonna blow me away, and so i feel incredibly comfortable recommending it and i'm sure you're going to love it
i'm so sorry if i missed any series i love (i definitely have), and I will make a more comprehensive list, this is just a very quick list made in a cafe hahahaha love you xx
enjoy anonnie xx
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ddejavvu · 5 months
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Helloooo omggg I love your blog sm I have a request that’s terrible so don’t feel pressured to do it lmao
I’m afraid of escalators- everytime ya girl tries to get on one since I got a foot injury I fall :(( but I was just at the airport and had to go on a bunch SO- Aaron Hotchner holding hands everytime we have to go on an escalator-
Working to hunt and apprehend the country's most dangerous criminals should mean that you're not scared of much. You can handle flying, you take the jet constantly. Being mugged is something you know you'll likely withstand, even if you're injured, because you can fight back. You have no unique fears, like birds or butterflies or cats- well, that is, excluding escalators.
They're just not your forte. Each time you ride one you fear falling, the constant, steady movement something that you need to spend far more than three seconds analyzing before hopping on. Unfortunately, as you're currently tracking down information from the third floor of a major airport, escalators are a must.
Aaron boards before you, and you thank the heavens that it means he doesn't see you linger. You set your hand on the railing, gut sinking as you feel it relentlessly move beneath your fingertips. Turning, sucking, pulling you in, pulling you down, pulling you under. You're so busy watching the belt turn that you miss the way Hotch has asked you a question, then turned to wonder after your response, and found you unmoving at the base of the escalator.
"Y/L/N," He calls, and your white-hot face snaps up to meet his gaze, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah." You nod, lifting your foot to board. But it won't lower itself onto the stairs in front of you. You briefly remember that it won't move on its own, that you'll need to control it, but you can't manage that, either.
Hotch scrutinizes you with a furrowed brow. When he has the evidence he needs, in your nervous glances and stiff limbs, he quickly descends the escalator, having moved even further away from you while speaking. He jogs down the stairs, moving himself faster than it's moving him, and nudges you out of the way to disembark.
"Come on," He urges, seeking out your hand in his own, "Grab the railing."
You lower your hand onto it with a shaky breath, and he squeezes your hand in encouragement. Your grip is loose enough for it to pass beneath you, but present, and he tugs you an inch forwards towards the escalator.
"I've got you," He pledges, holding your hand steadily, so that it grounds you, "Let's go."
He steps backwards onto the escalator, pulling you with him, and all of a sudden you're on it. He gives you no time to think, just pulls your hand so that your feet move too, and then you're doing it. Your legs feel locked, tight, and in danger of toppling you right over, and you fear you may be cutting off the circulation to Hotch's hand when you squeeze it, but if you are, he says nothing. He just stands there, glancing briefly backwards to ensure that he doesn't stumble while disembarking at the top.
"Good," He murmurs, a mere five seconds from the last stair, "Now, hold my hand, there you go, and- there."
He steps off, pulls you with him, then you're done. Then it's over, and you're standing fifteen feet higher than you had been before, feeling solid, unmoving ground below your feet.
"Hotch," You try, your voice painfully weak, "Um, I- I'm not-"
"It's alright." He brings his free hand to the one of yours that he's holding, sealing your hand between both of his and squeezing it warmly, "You don't have to tell me why, and you don't need to be embarrassed. Everyone's got something."
"Alright," You nod once, thankful for the out, but still in disbelief that you'd not only ridden an escalator, but that your boss had held your hand for the trip, and told you not to be ashamed, "Uh- thank you."
"Anytime." He nods, dropping only one of his hands. Anytime becomes right now, when he glances a few feet away at the next set of escalators, and that sinking feeling sets right back into your stomach.
"You can have a minute," Hotch uses your intertwined hands to lead you to a wall that you lean up against. To draw your mind away from the daunting mechanical hum of the escalators, you study Hotch's tie instead, not brave enough yet to look at his face.
After a moment, you speak: "Hotch?"
"Hm?"
"You said everyone has something."
"I did," He nods, anticipating your next question.
"What's yours?"
He takes a sharp breath in, then admits, "Mice."
Before you can react, though you'll gawp at him later for the answer, he drags you towards the next escalator.
"Ready?" He asks, and infers a yes when really you might have said no, stepping back onto the stairs.
It's a grueling ride, one that has you rife with nerves, but when you're finally standing on the third floor, you manage, "Mice?"
"Not important," He drops your hand to take your back instead, pushing you towards the help desk with vigor you don't typically see from your usually stoic boss, "Let's focus on our work, Agent."
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kenruu · 8 months
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LU/KEN HI ☆〜(ゝ。∂) I wanted to tell you that I love your works sm but was too shy on wattpad so I’m here on tumblr hehe! I’m still new to tumblr but I wanted to ask if you know any good blue lock, jjk, one piece, attack on titan authors. I read all your works and can’t wait for more to come! Very good stuff! <3
Thank you 🫶 I totally didn’t forget that my wattpad followers were coming here (*⁰▿⁰*) Honestly there are a lot of people who are very good—so I’m probably gonna miss half of them but hopefully you find them when you get comfortable on tumblr 😭
@swampstew @icy-spicy @downforsanji @nekomacheercaptain @quinloki @thus-spoke-lo @sanjis-all-blue @zoros-sheath @backwzzds @sanjisblackasswife — I see them as the ultimate, chill and laid back op writers with delicious works. If I remember correctly, three or four of them also write for other fandoms (jjk + tokyo rev + gangsta + idk what else cuz I don’t read works for fandoms I’m not in 💔) @momodwriter the crocodile (and zoro) simp. @euphofic @owlight @chiquititaosita @roronoaswifey @shankschewtoy @zoromuse for more amazing works 🫶
@ilyluffy you’ll get a full course meal for every fandom you’re in—you won’t be able to stop eating even after you explode from being so full (obsessed with him)
@sleepysnk the aot masterlists are fucking crazy—you’ll get stuck there (also has a handful of yummy bllk works)
@garoujo loml has so many delicious works for bllk & jjk (also has a couple of op works so enjoy) I’m obsessed with her
@gojoest the url says it all (has me by the throat for all these gojo works) also has breath hitching works for other chars
@princess-okkotsu my fav yuta fucker with amazing content
@nkogneatho my fav toji slut with the most amazing back arching toe curling jjk content (also writes for bllk)
@prettyboykatsuki for that yummy heavy dark content if you’re down for a ride (jjk & bllk & mha) + has the best fucking fluff works too
@510hz kill me now I love all their works without a second thought
@ringasm crazy??? absolutely fucking insane for all the toe curling bllk content. I love her. Threw me into my dom mommy era lwk.
@zoro-onigiri jjk and op content that makes you grab a towel to pat off the nervous sweat on your face
@hbies yummy bllk dark content (writes for other fandoms too)
@doki-doki-imagines yummy bllk content (ily kaiser enthusiasts)
@k-azus very lovely bllk works
@stxrmylxve still thinking about that sae fic
@zoyatoshi the ushijima (&sukuna) fucker with tasty jjk content (also good hq stuff)
@my-neighbor-todoro @daiseukiis I’m not big on smau stuff but they have good bllk smaus
@4law she’s on indefinite hiatus so her links might not work but she has tasty works
@satorhime HOW COULD I FORGET HER OMFG she has so many good stuff but I don’t think her master lists are updated BUT YEAH!!! Look for x reader in her blog’s search bar and you’ll find the goods ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )
Don’t be upset if you weren’t mentioned, there is a high possibility that I forgot your url—I still enjoy many works by ppl that aren’t tagged here.
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spread some love  💗
talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them
IM JS gonna do ppl who i interact w the most okay </3
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@obrigados - real question here is why do you not likw them 😖😖 fav of favs LIKE cá blog is ARTT if user obrigados has a million fans im one of them if user obrigados has a thousand fans im one of them if user obrigados has 1 fan THAT IS ME if the world is agaisnt cá I AM AGAINST THE WORLD obrigados fan till the day i die 🔛🔝 no one can compare !
@yeritos - oh june just gets me !!!!!!!! my nctzen twin ilysm ... 😞 I always yap to june (thats my bad !) n she always listens ☹️💖💖 js such a silly person their comments make me giggle very much also thee most breathtaking blog ever like how can you not love june they always make my day #junefanclub4life
@minslune - literally the sweetest person ever how could you not love my angel 😞 js so supportive n amazing n she always asks ab my day like #?! how cute could she get ☹️☹️ also such an ethereal blog I adore it very much ! ALWAYS MAKING ME SMILE EAR TO EAR LIKE sotp pls ilysm 😞😞💞💞💞
@wiotas - idk i just love < leo 3 SO MUCH they have my entire heart how can you not love them 💖💖😞 they always make my day n they also have such a beautiful blog like !!!! leo is simply the definition of perfect idk what to tell you ☹️
@koosuvi - literally gave me sm motivation thru my exam szn like I love mar so much :( literally the most supportive person ever n js so fun to talk to n sweet n amazing n everything 😖
@jeonzio - tee is literally the silliest person i know !!!! can truly embrace my inner silliness around her n i js love talking to her ITS SO FUN ☹️ (i miss yoy already come back plz i can feel my chest collapsing ...💔)
@fairytopea - ILU literally the best mb creator EVER im literally so obsessed w vini's mbs i could talk abt them ALL DAAAAY ! js soo creative n amazing everyone needs to take notes from user fairytopea NOWW
@y2qi - literally always makes my day like ... her comments make me smile SMM they're so silly istg getting a comment from nini is like a blessing 😖 also such a beautiful blog EVERYONE FOLLOW NINI RN
@jaes1lvr - I LOVE MELY 💞💞 no bc her blog is so underrated like her creativity when it comes to mbs is OUT OF THIS WORLD istg they're the prettiest thing ive laid my eyes on . i love them wholeheartedly n she deserves all the love in the world what can i say ! ALSOOO a purin AND jaehyun enthusiast ?? go follow her rn .
@f-loqweres - KARAPAN PUCCHI 🥹 we've had ... interesting .... conversations ! but i literally love them sm n they have such a special place in my heart <3 n jen js makes such GORGEOUS mbs likeeeee i could look at them forever ..... ilu jen
@gigittamic - GIGII 😖 literally the sweetest person ever , always drops by n sends smth cute in my inbox omg !!! also such a cute person her moodboards and dividers are thee cutest ever 💞 js such a creative person , i love her mwah
other ppl who are my favs ♡ @iwonbin , @thsv , @haenxn , @vivrhan , @y2jiz BUT we haven't rly interacted a lot so idk how to whip up a paragraph sorry 😞 (your sign to interact more yes yes idk how to start conversations) BUT I love all my mutuals smm , they're all very special to me !
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alyswritings · 10 months
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Favoritism
Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗
John B Routledge x sister!reader
Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.
Warnings: none really
a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!
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When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.
Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.
Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.
"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.
"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.
"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.
"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"
"No, he isn't!"
"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"
Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.
- - -
The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.
"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.
"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.
"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.
While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.
"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"
"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.
"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."
- - -
"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.
"Why not?" John B asks.
"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.
"Y/N--"
"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.
- - -
"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.
"Yeah." John B mutters.
"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.
"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.
"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"
"Y/N--"
"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"
"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."
"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.
"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.
"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.
"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.
Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.
"John B?" She asks.
John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.
"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.
- - -
John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.
"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.
"Hey." John B whispers.
"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.
"No." John B answers.
"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.
"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.
"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.
"I thought you hated him." John B says.
"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."
"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.
"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.
"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."
"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.
"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.
"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."
John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.
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