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ilovepedro · 8 months

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Yellow | joel miller x f!reader

Summary: You and Joel take a well-deserved vacation to the secluded countryside of Texas. Unbeknownst to you, Joel has a special surprise up his sleeve.

Word count: ~3.7k (oopsies)

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: no outbreak AU (Sarah is alive and well, but she isn’t in this), established relationship, smut like lots of it, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected PIV (wrap it up y’all), overstimulation, soft!joel (idc if he’s OOC, i love that big ol’ softie), so much fluff, hella petnames (baby, darlin, babydoll, honey), reader is female, but has no physical description. NO USE OF Y/N

A/N: this is my first time writing any sort of fanfiction with a developed brain lol. i’ve had this idea for a while since Joel’s been rotting my brain for the past year-ish. i'm also a big fan of Pablo Neruda and i was reading some of his poems while listening to my love song playlist so i was feeling sappy lol. this is based on one of my favorite love songs, Yellow by Coldplay. feel free to listen while you read! shoutout to @gracieheartsspedro for your kind words and for giving me the confidence boost to post 🩷 and thank you to all of y’all for being so sweet to me and welcoming me here with open arms <3

star banner by @benkeibear 🌟

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

“Dance with me, honey.” The strumming guitar intro to Yellow by Coldplay flutters through the speaker and invades the cool evening breeze as the sun sets. The moon and stars begin to peek through the cotton candy skies. Joel holds his hand out to you as the two of you unwind in the field behind the remote Texas lake house you two are staying at for the week. A long overdue vacation for the both of you, you’ve spent your last full day basking in the refreshing water of the lake, seeking relief from the brutal Texas summer sun.

You gladly take his hand, flashing him a saccharine smile as you intertwine your fingers with his. “Joel Miller, ever the charmer,” you say as he wraps an arm around your waist. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, bashful like a schoolboy. Your stomach flutters as he still manages to give you butterflies after 3 years of being with him. He quietly rasps the lyrics in your ear.

I came along

I wrote a song for you

He lifts his head up to meet your gaze, matching the saccharine look that adorns your face. His heart is so full, so overwhelmed with how much he loves you. You’ve turned him into a sap, but he wouldn’t change a thing. “You’re so damn beautiful, baby. ‘M almost the luckiest man in the world.” You quirk your brow, a curious smirk lacing your features. “Almost?”

And all the things you do

And it was called Yellow

He twirls you with a smile, eliciting a giggle from you. His chest blooms with warmth - a mixture of bliss and nerves. He twirls you one more time, your head thrown back as you let out a hearty laugh. Suddenly, he’s down on one knee holding the most beautiful ring before he loses his confidence to ask you the most important question of your lives. You turn back to him, a gasp escaping your lungs as tears well in your eyes.

So then I took my turn

Oh what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

“Almost, darlin’, ‘cause you’ll make me the luckiest man in the world after this. You know me better than anyone, darlin’, so ya know ‘m no good at this type of stuff, but I hope you know that I’ll do anything for you, baby. I didn’t expect to find my other half that day we met. Was just tryna get my coffee and go ‘cause I didn’t wanna be late. But, god, you looked so damn cute in that pretty blue sweater. Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So beautiful you distracted me and I spilled my coffee all over ya. ‘M glad I did though, ��r else I wouldn’t’ve taken ya out to dinner to make it up to you. Ended up bein’ late anyway, but I’d be late everyday if it meant seein’ your pretty lil’ smile. You make me wanna be a better man ‘n I hope ‘m everything you could ever want ‘cause ‘s what you are to me. You're the best partner, best woman, best momma. You’re the best momma to Sarah, honey. Can’t thank ya enough for lovin’ her as your own. You make her, us, me, so goddamn happy, baby. I’d be a damn fool if I didn’t put a ring on your pretty little finger, honey. Shit, ‘m one for not doing this sooner. Thank you for lovin’ me and bein’ so patient with my stubborn ass. I know I ain’t easy to deal with. My knees are killin’ me though, baby, so I got a real important question for you: will you marry me, darlin’?”

Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

You’re smiling so hard your face hurts. Tears cascading down your face, which you don’t realize until you taste the salty water on your lips. “Yes, Joel,” you unintentionally whisper, Joel having knocked the air from your lungs. His smile grows wider. He gently slips the ring on your left ring finger. You lean down to kiss him, but he meets you halfway as he goes to stand. He cups your cheeks in his large, warm hands with your hands encompassing his. Pressing a deep kiss to one another’s lips, a kiss full of warmth, life, love - a promise of forever.

“Joel, baby,” you say as you pull away, hands still resting atop his while he delicately holds you. Your voice is wobbly as you’re still silently crying. You’re rendered speechless for the first time in your life. Your heart has never felt this full. You’ve never felt so alive, so complete. “I love you so much. I can’t even put it into words. You’re everything to me and more. I’d be honored to be your wife.” He smiles, tears gleam in his eyes. Joel Miller, the serious, gruff man, is in tears - because of you; a side only reserved for you.

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh, what a thing to do

‘Cause you were all yellow

“I meant every word, baby. Every word in that song ‘s true too. ‘S why it’s our song. The stars shine for you, but I think you’re prettier ‘an all the stars in the sky.” He pulls you in for another kiss, just as saccharine as the previous one. You’re both smiling into it. You hum as you pull away. “Baby, what’re you talking about you’re ‘no good at this type of stuff,’ Joel Miller, you’re a poet,” you laugh as you playfully question him. He throws his head back, a belly laugh escaping him. He smiles even bigger as he spots a twinkle in your eye. “Only for you, darlin’.” He moves his hands to your waist again, holding one of your hands in his as he leads you into a dance again. The big, cheesy smiles never leave your faces. Placing your free hand on his shoulder, the two of you sway to the music.

I drew a line, I drew a line for you

Oh, what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

“Forever,” you whisper as you press your nose against his while he sways you both side to side. “Forever,” he repeats. Another kiss is pressed to your lips, a hungrier one, a combination of love and lust. He releases your hand to cup the back of your head while he pulls you in by waist, bringing you closer. You throw your arms around his sturdy middle - the kiss deepens. He licks into your mouth, eliciting a soft moan from you. “Take me to bed, Joel,” you huskily whisper. “Anything for my wife.” You beam at his words. “Not your wife, honey.” “Yet, darlin’. Yet.”

The moon peeks through the window, casting a cool glow on the entire room. The crisp late night breeze ripples the curtains hanging on the window the two of you mindlessly left open as you devoured one another earlier in the evening.

You stir, groggy as you’re awoken by the familiar dull ache in between your legs. Feeling a heavy, but comforting weight on your torso, you turn gently so as to not wake him. Now facing him,Joel’s arm still holds you flushed against his chest.

It’s the middle of the night, the bedside clock flashes 3:30 in small fluorescent blue lights. Both of you spent, as the events of the day having wiped you two out. He slowly, but deliciously wrecked your cunt twice, once with his mouth and once with his cock, before you both drifted off to sleep. He’s still sleeping. He is so beautiful. I’m so lucky.

His plush lips slightly parted as he softly snores. His full lashes lightly kiss his cheeks. Brows pulled into his infamous furrow. You carefully brush the curve of his strong nose, which you rode into the midnight hour, with your left hand. The moonlight catches a glimpse of the ring he gave you just hours ago. A delicate gold band adorning a diamond, 2 smaller stones surrounding it.

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, for you, I’d bleed myself dry

For you, I’d bleed myself dry

Tears well in your eyes as you recall his proposal from the evening. Your heart overflows with content as you admire the man in front of you. You get to fall asleep and wake up like this for the rest of your lives. He is my forever. You softly caress his face, careful not to wake him. Alas, your attempt fails.

Joel begins to stir while you continue to caress his patchy beard as you internally dwell on the thought of being his for eternity. Stretching his taut tan muscles, groaning as he does so. “Ya watchin’ me sleep, babydoll? How long ya been awake?” A sleepy smile creeps onto his face.

“I’m just admiring my gorgeous fiancé’s face. And not very long, only about 5 minutes,” you sigh. His sleepy smile morphs into a toothy grin. “Oh really? I’m sure he can’t be nearly as gorgeous as mine. She’s the most beautiful woman in the world. Your fiancé is a lucky man, honey.” He leans in to press a sleepy kiss to your lips, the two of you smiling into it. It’s soft and sweet, lingering like honey sticking to your lips.

It’s true

Look how they shine for you

He moves his hand from your torso to the back of your head, grasping your hair, deepening the kiss. He pulls you closer, completely flushed against his bare chest. The dull ache in between your legs blooms with desire, transforming into a throbbing need. You moan as his hardening length presses against your exposed cunt. Neither of you bothered to dress before falling asleep.

The kiss grows sloppy as he licks into your mouth, teeth clashing together. You break apart gasping for air. “Joel,” you breathlessly moan as he kisses down your neck and shuffles the two of you so you’re pinned under him. He sucks onto that sensitive spot on your neck near your ear. The spot which he knows drives you crazy.

“Joel,” you moan louder this time. It comes out more desperate than you intended. “Be a good girl and use your words, baby.” He’s so fucking smug, he drives you insane. “Need you, baby. N-need you so bad, Joel,” you gasp as he makes his way down to your breasts.

He hums, sucking a nipple into your mouth as he gropes your other breast, rolling your nipple in between his calloused fingers. “F-fuck, baby. Feels, ah, s-so good,” you say as you arch your back, granting him even more access to your breasts. He moans at your praise, the vibration of it sending shockwaves down your spine to your weeping cunt. Kissing his way down your tummy and finally making his way to where you need him most. Your exposed cunt aches for him to do something - anything.

He hooks both your legs over his shoulders as he kneels off the edge of the bed. He presses soft kisses and nips to your thighs, actively avoiding your throbbing clit. His scruffy beard scratches your thighs, causing more arousal to pool at your sex. Every teasing kiss causes your clit to twitch. He sees it, you know he can, but he continues to act oblivious. You writhe under his touch, growing frustrated as your body yearns for some sort of relief.

“Joel, please, n-no more teas - hmph - teasing” you whine, clearly exasperated. He chuckles at your neediness. “So needy, babydoll. Already fucked your cunt twice last night ‘n you still want more?” “Yes, Joel,” you beg, desperate tears begin to pool in your eyes. “Always want more. Always want you,” you cry out. You quickly see something soften in his eyes, but it disappears just as fast. “Always want you too, darlin’. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of ya. Always do, don’t I?”

Before you could answer, he licks a stripe up your folds, his nose nudging at your clit. Gasping at the relief of finally feeling something, you involuntarily buck your hips up into his face. He places one of his large hands and pushes you back down, the pressure on your stomach causing a new pool of desire to drip from your pussy. You can’t control the moans leaving your lips as he flicks his tongue against your twitching clit. “Joel, f-fuck oh my god, Joel,” you cry out, tugging on his hair.

Your hair tugging elicits a moan from him, the rumble of it causing you to shiver. He eats you out like a starved man, as if he wasn’t doing this just barely 4 hours ago. “Joel, n-need more. P-please, baby.” Obliging your request, he inserts one finger deep inside your pussy, drawing out a high pitched moan from you. He could always reach places you never could, his fingers much larger and thicker than yours.

“Sweetest fuckin’ pussy in the world, baby. My favorite meal,” he says as he inserts another finger into you. Another mewl escapes your lips. He returns his tongue to your clit, relentlessly flicking it. He feels your walls begin to flutter around his fingers as he curls his fingers, hitting your g-spot.

“Right there, Joel! Oh, f-fuck yes, baby.” It sounds obscene as he slurps up your slick while pumping his thick fingers deep into your squelching pussy. You feel light as a feather as your orgasm approaches. “‘s it, baby. Cum for me. Can feel ya squeezing my fingers. Come on, babydoll. Make a mess on my fingers.” He sucks your clit into his mouth causing your orgasm to crash into you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you seize up under his hold, endless moans streaming from your lips.

Lapping at your pussy, he drinks up all of your cum, letting no drop go to waste. He pulls away, giving you a brief moment of relief. The pale moonlight shines onto him, as if he were some sort of deity from above. He is - he is your saving grace.

He pulls himself up and slots his hips between yours. He teases your wet folds by rubbing his hard, pulsating cock up and down against them, slathering himself in the fresh new wave of slick that runs down your weeping cunt. Pre-cum dribbles from his angry, red tip, smearing over your folds. Without warning, he shoves his cock deep into your pussy in one thrust, buried to the hilt.

“Oh fuck Joel! S-so fucking big, so, shit, so deep.” “You can take it, baby. Ya always do.” His pace is brutal, his thick cock brutally kissing your cervix with each thrust. He hikes your legs up, placing your ankles on his shoulders, practically bending you in half. You scream at the new position. You’re so loud, you’re thankful there are no neighbors around here. He’s always so deliciously deep, you’ll never get used to it.

He picks up the pace, your thighs begin to burn and your cunt still aches from being stuffed repeatedly. The line between pain and pleasure blurs, but you feel so damn good. Tears begin to fall from your eyes as you clamp down on him. The pornographic sounds of moans, pants, and your squelching cunt fill the room. You’re already so close as you had no time to come down from your first orgasm.

“Fuck, darlin’. Ya hear that? Hear how fuckin’ wet ya are for me? Feel so fuckin’ good. Can’t believe I get to have this tight little pussy for the rest of my life. ‘S mine. All mine. Can’t wait til, ah, til you’re my pretty little wife.” He groans, as you clench around him. His words spurring you on. “‘S yours, Joel. ‘M yours, all yours, baby,” you manage to slur out. He’s close, you can tell as his thrusts get sloppier. “Come on, baby, gimme another. Need to feel you soak my cock.”

He licks the pad of his thumb and swirls it on your clit. You tumble over the cliff and plummet into your second orgasm. His cock, his fingers, his words, him. It’s all too much. You feel him everywhere. Your vision flashes hot white. The burning coil in your belly snaps as you come undone. A guttural moan escapes from deep within your chest. “Oh fuck, Joel! I’m gonna, ah, ‘m cumming,” you squeal from under him with your eyes rolling back again. You’re cumming again, hard, soaking his cock just like he asked. “Atta girl, baby. Good girl,” he rasps as he fucks you through the waves of your second orgasm. You’re squeezing him so tight you nearly push him out.

His pace is still relentless, not giving you time to come down from your second high. Suddenly, you’re being flipped around as Joel rolls you over him. He lays on his back with you now on top. The new angle has him even deeper than before, if that’s even possible. His cock immediately hits your g-spot again. A choked cry falls from your lips while you try to brace yourself on his broad, sturdy chest.

“‘M close, baby. Fuck, ya feel so fuckin’ good. Cum for me one more time, baby.” His breath is ragged now. You’re a babbling mess as he continues to fuck up into you. “I got you, baby. Just gimme one more. Come on, be a good girl and gimme one last one, babydoll.” He’s fucking up into you hard and fast, his thrusts growing sloppier than ever as he nears his orgasm.

“Baby, I-I can’t,” you hiccup. “Yes, ya can, darlin’. You’re so close, can feel ya clenching ‘round me again. Let go, baby. I got you.” He sits up and pulls you closer, you’re completely flushed against his strong chest now. He wipes your stray tears, his tenderness sends you crashing into your third and final orgasm - one more orgasm than last night. He’s so rough, but so gentle with you at the same time.

A drawn out high-pitched moan escapes you once again, eyes squeezed shut while mewling his name as you clench around him. “Fuck, Joel!” Your soul disappears from your body, floating around somewhere along with your brain. Joel, Joel, Joel being the only thought in your head as his name repeatedly streams from your lips - like a prayer.

He grunts and fucks up into you with three more thrusts before he comes undone. A loud, guttural moan escapes from his lips. He’s babbling as he’s shooting his load into you. “Fuck! ‘S it, honey! Take it, baby, take it! Good girl, shit, fuck, Jesus Christ!” You feel his cum coat your walls as he fills you up. There’s so much cum, it’s dripping from your swollen, wrecked cunt. Joel buries his face in the crook of your neck as you both pant, grappling with reality as you both come down from your highs.

He places tender kisses on your shoulder. Both of you are sticky with salty sweat, the periwinkle moonlight beaming into the room now. You feel a soft kiss brush against your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter open.

“Hi,” he huskily whispers with a gentle smile. “Hi,” you say with a bashful grin, biting your bottom lip while you return back down to Earth. Staring at each other with the same hazy, fucked out gaze, he crashes his lips to yours, lazily kissing you. You taste yourself on his tongue as he languidly slips it into your mouth.

He sighs as you part to lift yourself off him, both of you hissing at the loss of one another. Worry laces his features as you settle on the bed beside him, laying down on his chest. His rapid heartbeat slowly returning to a steady thrum, grounding you back in the present. “You feel okay, baby? Didn’t hurt you, did I?” How on Earth you got so lucky, you’ll never know.

Your gaze softens once more, reaching out to caress his cheek. “I feel absolutely amazing, Joel. You could never hurt me, baby.” He gingerly kisses your palm. Steady breathing and comfortable silence fill the air - postcoital bliss settling amongst you two.

He toys with the ring on your finger as his strong arm rests on your torso, engrossing you in his embrace. “You’re gonna be my wife,” he says as he smiles at you, disbelief and contentment lacing his voice. Love filling his eyes to the brim, just like his heart. Tears well in your eyes once more as you fully drink him in. You’re so full of love and happiness, there is nowhere else for your emotions to go except flowing down your cheeks. Something that happens often as you feel things deeply within your heart. It’s one of the things he loves most about you. “Jus’ means you got lots ‘a love to give in that big ol’ heart ‘a yours, baby,” he once told you.

“I am. There’s nothing more I want in this world than to be your wife.” And that’s the real honest truth. Joel Miller loves hard - particularly you. His tenderness is only reserved for you and Sarah - his girls. You never expected to fall just as hard for him. You only ever heard of this type of love in romance novels; only dreamt of it. Somehow, he managed to tumble his way into your heart that day, literally, when he spilled his coffee on you that fateful morning. Before him, you never fathomed the thought of experiencing a love like this.

He has served you the world and more on a silver platter. His love is the warm sunshine that envelopes you on a beautiful spring day. It is the forest fire that roars higher when you fan the flames, engulfing you in his heart. Joel Miller is the color yellow, his love burning brighter than the stars in the sky. As you love him hard, he loves you harder. To be loved by him for eternity is the greatest gift anyone could ever receive. As long as you live, his love will never die, for you carry it in your heart, everywhere you go.

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do

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this was so fun to write! got a little sappy at the end, i told y’all i was in my feelings when i wrote this 🤣 i truly do love writing, i just get very in my head about everything. may or may not already be working on a meet-cute prequel for these two 🫣 hope y’all enjoyed this and thank y’all for reading! <3

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bladeweaver-if · 4 months

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Bladeweaver Demo Update (25/01/2024)

Demo Link

Hello again,

Today's update is a smaller one at ~13k words, as mentioned in my update post, and features a small portion of new content and some small rewrites, the most major of which being a change to the symbol used by the super-mysterious group mentioned in the prologue, alongside some context regarding what Callen and Sonia have told a young MC about their parents and how they came to be with the two of them.

This update also comes with the option, presented before the game begins, to choose between cycling links and dropdown menus for situations where those would be used. If I happen to have missed an instance of this and/or you're getting the wrong link, please do let me know. You'll need to restart your game due to this, since if you don't have the variable in your game, future sections that may use cycling links/dropdowns won't have any reference for what to show.

In this update you can:

Greet your other returning mentor, each of which has a particular affliction from their travels

Receive a gift, as well as a chance to choose some additional hobbies for your MC. (As an aside, if anyone has suggestions for other gifts to be included here, I'd love to hear them!)

Start to get ready for an evening gathering at your new neighbour's home.

As always, if there are any bugs or issues don't hesitate to let me know, either on here or on Discord via the link in my intro post.

Another larger update is coming in March, so apologies if this isn't substantial enough - I ran into a few roadblocks writing this, both with the writing process and in my personal life, but I'm expecting to get back up to the speed I was writing at before the last major update.

Bye!

#bladeweaver #bladeweaver if #interactive fiction #twine game #if wip #twine if #announcement #interactive fiction update #demo update

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graceofagodswrath · 7 months

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Ok ok ok your "Humans of Transformers franchise are space orcs" rant is out of this world.

I detest with passion when humans are reduced to pets and plot devices when instead the story could be about two alien species finding one another equally amazing/terrifying for their own respective reasons.

Here is my question: do humans and Cybertronians see how eerily similar they are? They have love of music, familial relationships, similar urban infrastructure, societal structure, financial systems, competitive entertainment, organized societies and war, colonialism, recreational intercourse, marriage...

Not to mention, why was it never addressed how similar both species look: bipedal, waists, noses, cheekbones, 5 fingers, chins, facial expressions and sense of aesthetics and beauty? Sure, humans have hair but in rather strategic places.

Veins and wires, blood and energon, metal and flesh, nanobytes and blood cells, Sparks and brain impulses, sexual organs...

Imagine Autobots arrive on Earth for the first time expecting some primitive cave-dwellers, only to encounter a less advanced mini-version of Cybertronian cities (New York, Singapore, London, Rome, Tokyo, Rio, Dubai...) and societies running on scientific, artistic and philosophical development which has no right existing on the ruthless, all-organic planet such as Earth is. Societes run by creatures who 4.000.000 (the duration of their war) years ago were hanging from the trees btw.

Autobots would be terrified.

Lemme make sure this response saves this time, cause it took me a minute to answer cause my first deleted and I had so much written I got unbelievably angry and refused to even look at the tumblr app.

But here we are.

So, this is EXACTLY what I have been thinking about for who k owe how long. It’s also the intro to this wack as fuck universe idea I’ve had in my head a while, and have kinda hinted at in my other works, but I’ve never gone into detail about.

And I still won’t.

Anyways, yes. It’s crazy that we backlit humans so much when any other sentient species is about. Transformers, TMNT, etc (I’m on a one track mind, feel free to jot down any other fandoms I can’t think of). The main theme of these stories? HUMANS SUCK. And that is severely unfair. People want to cry about how much our generation doesn’t give a shit anymore. Have you SEEN the media we feed kids???

That’s why I live Humans are Space Orcs so much. It really puts into perspective how unique and batshit our species is.

So, onto the Transformers vs humans concepts. The ONLY reason (forgoing technoism and general hate towards organics) cybertronians don’t see humanity as an imminent threat, or one in general, is because of size. WE BE SMALL AF. Can’t blame them, I get it. We do the same. Insects? Fuck them mfs.

But have you seen a botfly or tick burrow into your skin? The infection that comes form that? Have you seen ants jump a small animal as a colony and absolutely shred it? Or a spider only biting you, and the horror the venom causes (recluses and huntsman’s specifically). We have a good fucking reason for disliking these mfs.

But transformers? These are organic experiences. Worst they go through are rust infections, spark death, the works. They are not at risk the same way we are. That is why they view organics as small and inconsequential. They have no idea how hard we fight to simply stay alive.

And now the similarities. It’s understandable that they wouldn’t immediately recognize the physical, cultural, and psychological similarities between our species. Transformers are an incredibly diverse race, like any other. But specifically in physical form. Your average cybertronian holds a similar appearance to your average human. We tend to have the same features, just with different names. Eyes, noses, faceplates, ears, two arms, two legs. Sure that’s average for them too. But they are unique because of the fact that they have two forms. Vehicle mode. Their mode decides what they’re second mode looks like, which can create extreme diversity is appearance. Small, large, many limbed or not.

So the immediate similarities probably wouldn’t jump out to them in an odd way. There’s also the idea that because they’re so spread out in the universe, they’ve seen other organic races that are also similar. Pairs of every body part could be the common denominator among species.

That goes culturally too. War, love, music, government, politics, it’s all a natural form of sentient evolution. Another common denominator. It’s how it’s done that makes it unique. And the similarities between human and cybertronian culture is uncomfortably familiar.

I think that’s why cybertronians are seen being closest with humans rather than other species in the shows and comics (obviously because the audience is human and they need relation to characters but shhhh forget that for a sec). This is where the theories start.

Let’s say cybertronians begin to recognize the weird similarities between our species. The really, really weird stuff. The itty bitty details. Like:

- how we also mainstream kissing on the lips as the top tier romantic gesture.

- use verbal tone and cues for our language.

- have intensely complicated interpersonal relationships in the exact same manner.

- suffer from extreme mental health issues like depression, anxiety, PTSD (I totally headcannon that forms of adhd, autism, and ocd exist in cybertronian society, have y’all not seen my boy rodimus prime??)

- will also destroy each other in the name of our gods, until we have a common enemy.

That’s just the basics I could come up with. The only time I actually saw a moment where a transformer genuinely take a moment to realize that humans can be a threat, was in transformers prime. Episode 6 of beast wars (I think, correct me if wrong), where Miko beats the ever loving fuck out of an insecticon (I think) and upon Megatron hearing this, just goes blank Kubrick stare for a hot second. Man had an ugly realization that did not fit in with anything he had experienced his whole life.

AND THEY NEVER FUCKING ADDRESSED IT EVER AGAIN. Sick of this shit. Could’ve had the most badass character development, where the humans actually proved useful and did something (it would have fit Milo’s character so perfectly too) and scared the utter shit out of the transformers. BUT NO. They continue to be annoying as fuck.

One thing I loved about TF Prime was that it canonically turned Unicron into Earth. And humans came from the earth. Which relates humans beings and cybertronians so hard. Cousins Fr. We are the cybertronian equivalent of organics, and transformers the inorganic equivalent of humans. The individuality, the chaos, the culture, it clicks. There is so much material to really go into it.

But they never do. Don’t get me wrong, I love Transformers lord and just discovering more without humans being involved. We’re just annoying af at this point. But there is so much u tapped potential in transformers actually taking the chance to LEARN about us. But we’re just friends (pets) to these mfs.

That’s why I love TF Earthspark so far. Transformers ingrained into human culture because they’re not from Cybertron, and cybertronians having to adapt to human culture because they have no where else to go. Granted, it’s a kids show. There’s only so much they can do. But I’m excited for where it’ll lead. It really shows how much of threat and ally humans are, and how we are just as diverse as cybertronians.

I need to write another fic about cybertronians meeting humans their size from our world tho. Need to continue my old piece. Would give me so much life. Y’all help motivate me, college draining my ass.

#shower thoughts #humans are crazy #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are deathworlders #humans are weird #Transformers #transformers prime #transformers earthspark #rant

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shakirawastaken · 1 year

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dsmp if..you were a famous singer!

okay i liteally read @/beeindaclouds stuff ALL THE TIME and got inspired so here it is :D

my official comeback (and it isnt a taylor swift song fic!!! whaaaat)

dream: - in love with ur music even if wasnt his vibe - bro would learn to like it LMFAOOO - learns all the words instantly its an instant thing - even before u know the words he knows them - is willing to help you write music cause he has some minimal experience! can give feedback but its not that technical - please collab with him and make him release trust issues - now that he’s face revealed hed BUMP at your concerts - hed tweet about ur music, and his spotify twitter account thing would report hes listening to it but i feel like he wouldnt do more than that publicly - wants you to have your own thing - huge and major fan

george: - more a lowkey fan - obv still supports you hes like that - listens to ur music but not on stream - also tweets about it but its like “go listen to my s/o’s new music:) they worked hard on it” - wants ur effort and talent to be recognized - listens to it and when asked for feedback just goes “it sounds good darling” - hes just like “alr its good like always”

sapnap: - okay he’d either be really similar to george OR hes go HARD - tweeting snapping instagramming streaming whatever social you name hes THERE - “GUYS OMG [ARTIST NAME] RELEASED MORE MUSIC ITS SO GOOD” - would beg george and karl to get you on banter just to talk about your music - and if you write a song about him?? - suddenly his whole world is perfect - “ABOUT ME? OH DOLL THIS IS AMAZING YOUR BEST WORK YET” - buys ur merch even tho ur his s/o - offers his input even if he knows it might not be the best - would dance to it with you - your NUMBER ONE BIGGEST FAN

karl: - he’d be so sweet about it - “this is AMAZING? oh my god you’re amazing??!?” - has it as an intro to his streams - *streaming* “guys that songs is by my s/o btw” - makes mr beast listen to it - tweets about it. alot - posts one (1) picture on his instargam of the both of you in the studio from when u were recording - loves you loves you loves you

quackity: - covers it on stream and makes it cursed - “HAHAHAH no guys but its actually good go listen to it nOW” - keeps up his joker persona but tells you how hes proud of you in private - vERY supportive - will stay up when ur trying to write (cause hes also up doing lawyer shit) - begs u to do a song in spanish - if you know spanish pls make it about him - if not dont ask him for help he will ruin it - if you wrote a song like getaway car or like shutdown or mooo hed DEF listen to it in the car - he loved to listen to ur song while driving it brings him joy - two things he loves together

punz: - listens while playing val LMFAO - would VIBE if u did like indie rap or soemthing - and if it wasnt his vibe? hed still listen cause he wants to support you - maybe not as much as he would have but its fine - cause he likes you a lot - would send you beats randomly be like “lol use this” - “no i dont want too” “babe :((”

wilbur: - POWER . COUPLE - WRITE A SONG WIHT LOVEJOY? WORLD GOES CRAZY - will help you write music. hes good at it too he knows what to do and like what to say - listens to ur music, no matter what it is - wouldnt promotw in much he knows how important it is to build ur own following and + if ur famous u dont need it - u could feature him tbh maybe background vocals or guitar if he was kinda skeptical - or just duet it - its cold outside type beat yk - he loves you and supports you tremendously

LET ME KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU GUYS WANNA SEE :D reqs are open

#dream x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #sapnap x reader #georgenotfound x reader #george x reader #karl x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #punz x reader #wilbur soot x reader #dsmp headcannons #dsmp x reader #mcyt headcannons #mcyt x reader #shakira shakira writes #dsmp if...

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smuttyaf · 7 months

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SouthSide Serpent

Word Count: 4.8k

Rating: R

features; childhood friends to lovers, loverboy ashton, literally ashton has been pining for y/n, & sum good old smut :)

a/n: idek what to say but hi! i’ve been in retirement for like 4 years and rediscovered this account. i got nostalgic & decided… shit why not write again?

please cut me sum slack tho! i wrote this on my notes app & it’s been years since i’ve written so i would love to hear feedback!

& yes i am hella descriptive and like to build suspense! i can’t help it >.<

also! y/n is heavily based on serena from mtv downtown ( i love her ) & this picture of ashton ( xx )

The crisp October breeze blew through your hair as the dull taste of your cigarette burns on your tongue; your forefinger and middle finger clenching the nicotine filled paper and pressing it against your lips, drawing in the vapour.

Your head nods along to the music playing before you just two doors down on the opposite side of your street. There was Ashton and his band, either playing covers of their current favourite songs, oldies, or new ones that they’ve all come together and created.

The usual guitar flow and drum beat of Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs blasted through the speakers in the garage as the sound of Luke’s voice sang along on top of the tune.

You hum along to the lyrics as you glared in the direction, your lips peeling away from the filter and letting the smoke settle in your lungs before releasing it. The four boys were all dressed in their usual attire: white shirt, black trousers, beat up old chunky Doc Martins, and their signature SouthSide Serpents leather jackets.

As the wind picks up again you let your free hand tear away from your windowsill and tug the flying strays of your hair in front of your face behind your ear, the chipped black polish on your almond nails coming into view as you remind yourself you needed to get them done.

The bridge of the song is now blaring down the street, causing you to raise your cigarette back to your lips and think to yourself, what a coincidence this song is playing; the lyrics, the time frame, and the memories that all come flowing back as you hear the familiar melody.

It was 2009 and Ashton had invited you over during Christmas break to play Garage Band since Santa gifted it to him because that was the only thing he asked for on his wish list. You were both 8, banging on the drums and singing songs that you both were too young to know or remember from when your parents would play them on the drive home from school. But, for some reason this is the song that stuck with you both the most. Maybe it was the easy lyrics or the amazing beat but from then on it had you hooked to this alternative sound.

Now fast forward to a year ago, your now ex boyfriend Xavier was laying on your bed, finger pads heavy weight on your skin as he drew sloppy hearts on your hip. The wire of the headphones tangled between your shoulder and his wrist as you both listened to his playlist. The familiar intro notes to the song beginning to ring throughout the buds and the tug of your maroon lined lips turn into a smile.

“Already like the song?” He asked, brown eyes rested on top of dark circles scattered with freckles as he smirked down at you.

“I love it.” You sheepishly said.

The wind knocks you back into reality as it pushes through your window again, only making you remember how much you loved October; the weather changing, leaves blooming, smell of the rain just before it hit the concrete, the sound of the leaves dragging along the pavement, and the endless horror movie marathons that would run on AMC.

The orange, brown, and green leaves spin in the breeze and rustle along the branches as the sun stood brightly among the houses along the horizon. From your view on the windowsill you can see houses upon houses before you see the local water tower and old plazas that scream they need new merchant signs and fresh cement.

Your eyes flick to the lonesome string popping out of your black long sleeve before the sound of your phone’s text tone goes off, your eyes darting to the message running across the screen.

Stop watching me

Ashton’s text read, making you roll your eyes before placing them on the dark hair boy who had a goofy grin on his face from your view, his drum sticks were stuffed in one had and the other held his lit up phone.

With a smile on yours, you let the hand that rested in the crook of your neck tear away from the warm flesh and your middle finger stand in the air as a response.

Clothes were thrown in every direction of your room as you let your eyes drag along your frame in the mirror, your loose knitted black sweater hung off one of your shoulders as low waisted charcoal jogging pants rested on your hips. Your hair was in its loose waves as your curtain bangs swept against your temples, your fingers curling into themselves in frustration as you tried to not stress over how you look.

You didn’t want to over enhance your appearance to see Xavier since he wanted to meet up to get “closure” -even though he was the one who called it off despite your many pleas- but you wanted to make him feel bad for even deciding to drop you.

A frustrated sigh left your wine stained lips before turning around and sticking your feet into your ruined Converse. The low muffled sound of Xavier’s Prelude is heard out your window and you feel your heart drop.

You never understood why you always felt this way about him and why you couldn’t just get over this stupid boy who likes to break up with you every other month, a new reason every single time. The constant tears, text threads, and blocking to unblocking seemed to never get exhausting to you because you were always back in the same place, wondering if you overdressed to see your ex for closure.

The chime of Xavier’s specific text tone rings through your room and you already know what it says, so without checking you twisted your foot into your shoe to fit perfectly before you reach over and grasp your phone in your hand and tug your way to the window sill. Fingers pressing the frame up and letting the fall air sweep into your room before crouching down and fitting yourself through the frame and safely scale down the roof, onto the sturdy vine wall filled with dead clematis that prickled on your palms the way down before your feet landed on the short cut grass.

As you turned away from the wall and begin tugging your feet towards the black coupe, your eyes catch on the tall frame standing on their front step as an amber light glows slightly illuminating his face. You already know this is Ashton, so with a slight smile you let your index finger rest against your coated lips, a gesture to him to be quiet.

The only response he gives is his head nodding off to the side with smoke trailing out of his mouth.

The smile quickly falls as your fingers clench the car door handle and tug it open, the smell of him crashing down on you as you sit in the familiar leather, the hum of the engine vibrating under you as the car peels off.

The tinge of tequila burned on your buds as you felt the room spinning, the sound of chatter and shouts are heard from below you as the bass of Destroy Lonely’s song can be heard in the room you barged into when you gave up on waiting for Tabitha; who said she wouldn’t be long with the curly haired new kid in her history class.

Red solo cup was loosely clenched in your right hand as left was lazily running through your hair at random moments as you laid against the cottage floral bed sheets.

Here you were, back in the same spot you always found yourself in: drunk, heartbroken, and thinking about a boy who doesn’t even care about you. The constant routine of wanting him, then wanting to be far away but craving him every other second burned into your heart. The comfort and familiarity of him that you missed always overlooked every excuse he gave you whenever he broke things off.

Last month he said he needed time to himself, this month he told you that he was confused and didn’t know what he wanted; frankly he lost feelings for you, at least that was what he says now. Those words kept on replaying in your mind as if that was your favourite song. The way he sounded emotionless yet unsure that, that was what he really wanted.

And just with those thoughts, tears were flowing down your temples. Eyes blurring as the voice replayed in your head, the memory of him sitting beside you and saying that, to then recollect memories of how sweet and endearing the boy you loved in the beginning grew cold to your touch and looked into your hopeful eyes with detached ones.

The popcorn ceiling was fuzzy in your sight as the tears spill over your waterline and beads down the sides of your face. You already knew your cheeks were heated up, the liner and eyeshadow that was occupying your bottom lashes was smudged and probably slipping away with the liquid as a sniffle wrinkled through your nose.

God you hated this; the empty feeling of missing someone who you know you shouldn’t want but yet crave so badly. Why him? Why you?

As you were deep in thought you hear the rustle of the door knob before it turns and the music that pours from outside reaches into the empty depths of the room, the sound of footsteps halting and a sharp intake of breath being heard, but you don’t dare look away at the ceiling. Frankly, you could care less about who sees you crying your eyes out on this outdated duvet with ruined make up.

“Fuck my bad!… Wait Y/N?” The recognizable voice of your childhood friend is heard before the door is closing shut.

The weight of him sinks next to you on the bed as you let your eyes close and the final stream of tears leave your eyes.

“I look desperate don’t I.” You state, voice raspy from the strain in your throat as the usual feeling of a ball is formed.

“I think you look sad,” He points out, making you snort as the hand that was lazily playing in your hair tears away and feels the sheet below you.

“No shit,” You mumble before letting your eyes peel open.

“You and Xavier broke up again?” Ashton questions, the sound of his zippers clashing from his jacket as he shuffles around.

You only hum in response before you let both of your arms sit you up on the bed, your back standing straight as your hands cradle the solo cup. Your eyes stare down at your ruined pantyhose beneath your mini lace black skirt before they flicker to look at the hazel boy.

Eyes connecting with yours, you hear his breath hitch as he draws in your appearance. Cheeks with a glow of cherry red sweeping the bones under your eyes that are damp with black eyeshadow, your eyes were still puffy and red rimmed as they batted slowly up at him.

“He doesn’t know what he wants,” You let out, your eyes rolling before letting your plum coloured lips take a sip of the warm mixture of Pepsi and tequila.

“Oh?” He says in confusion, bushy eyebrows coming together trying to figure out how that could be since he saw you two together three nights ago.

“I’m so sick of being with these screwed up guys all the time,” You state, hand tearing away from the cup to dig your nails into the rips of your stockings.

“Really?”

“I have such crummy luck or taste? What is it with girls like me? All a guy has to say is, he can’t express his feelings or he listens to Deftones and it’s like my head tips right over and my brain start to slip out of my ear.”

Ashton lets out laugh, the beer bottle he’s holding by the neck resting on his knee as he stares down at you. “So which one is Xavier?”

“Both,” You scoff while sticking out your tongue in disgust.

“You know… if you wanted to, I’m sure you could have a different great guy to go out with every night,” Ashton assures, a smirk tugging on your lips as you decide to ignore the glint of promise in his eyes.

“No way, I’ve always been a mess. Remember Cleo?” Your second boyfriend that seemed to be stuck on your hip but ironically found someway to cheat on you every weekend yet you still dumbly went back to him every. single. time.

The feeling of your sheer button up rubs against your arm as you let your hand fall against your hip and feel your black crop top tight to your skin.

“Maybe you just need to talk to someone who isn’t your usual type,” Ashton points out. Your head nods a few beats as your thick wedged heeled boots run over the wooden flooring.

“Maybe I’ll be luckier if I tried dating someone nice for a change,” Voice hopeful as your eyes dart away from the bubbly dark liquid into Ashton’s brown hues.

“Nice guys,” Ashton says with a smile, both of his hands tearing away from his knees as if to gesture to himself in this equation.

A laugh escapes your lips before your eyes run over Ashton’s frame from head to toe.

“What are you getting at Irwin?” You say with a pointed brow, playing stupid to the implication.

“Oh nothing..” He sings while tearing his eyes from yours, toothy smile still spread on his lips before he takes a swing of his beer.

You shake your head with annoyance before your hazy eyes look down at your lap, your hands resting on the cup and drumming a random tune.

“Honestly Y/N… I think you’re a really great girl and…. I just think maybe…” His words a scrambled mess and trailing off. You smile to yourself before turning to look back at him.

“Mm?” You question, the fifteen percent liquor coursing through your bloodstream and giving you confidence as you lean into this chest, eyes never tearing away from his. Because if Ashton was going to give you hopeful eyes and stuttering speeches you might as well put the ‘nice guy’ to the test and see if he was really about what he said.

That only made his lips break into a smirk, his tongue sneakily gladding along his bottom lip to wet it before looking into you daringly.

That only made you squish your plucked eyebrows together in question. How did the stuttering boy from just a view seconds ago all of a sudden turn cocky and confident? How many drinks did he have? Or was it the weed that clung to his jacket that gave him the boost.

“I think you should give me a chance,” He nips back, and before you can even respond to him, you watch his neck crane down and press his lips against yours.

The crisp taste of his beer stung your lips as they opened and immediately danced along with his tongue. White liquor and brown meeting together to taste each other and leave an acquired flavour in your mouths.

You hummed along to the feeling of his tongue circling against yours before peeling away and molding your lips to sink against each other. Your heart was beating through your chest, nails now digging into your plastic cup and head ducked back as you continue to press your mouth against his.

The feeling of his cold hand pressing against your neck caused you to shudder and tear away from his lips for a second, your eyes peeling open as they look in front of you. Black hair loosely falling on his forehead, the smell of his husky cologne clogging your senses, and the feeling of his fingers now dancing along the back of your neck.

“What are we doing Ash?” You breathe against his lips.

“Something that I’ve always wanted to do,” He says, making your heart launch. You bite down on your bruised lip and tear your eyes away from his, your stomach twist as you try and gain some self control as you almost fling yourself on top of him.

Something that he always wanted to do? You never really found yourself desirable to the point we’re men would see you in that type of light? But maybe what Ash said was just a simple lie, just so he can get what he wants and frankly you don’t even care. You’ve heard lies your whole entire life when it came to boys and this wasn’t any different, maybe you should just let your mind shut off from your stupid ex and just be in the moment for once.

So with that final thought, not having a care in the world, you drop the red cup in your hand and let your lips launch back onto his. Ashton follows your movements and the sound of the nearly empty beer bottle drops onto the hard wood, his right hand now resting along your neck as you both kiss each other.

Warm breaths, beating hearts and the sound of music is the only thing heard in the room as you lick into each others mouths. Soon you feel the weight of Ashton nudging you to lay back on the bed as he lies on top, you feel the cold zippers from his jacket press against your skin and all you can do is moan.

The feeling of his left hand tears away from the hairs on the nape of your neck and dance down your collar bone before letting it cup your breast in his hand, kneading the soft tissue which only makes another moan slip through you.

He pulls away from your lips and begins to suck and press kisses along your pulse, your hands that lie by your side now running up the sleeves of his jacket and into his hair.

A whimper spills out as you feel his hand tug your tank down and free your naked breast, he engulfs it in his cold palm making you let a shaky breath escape before you’re curling your fingers in his hair, the feeling of him twisting your nipple makes you bite down on your bottom lip. The pleasurable pain you feel running up your spine making your shoulders slightly buck off the bed.

“Hmm…” Ashton hums in your neck before tearing away, his eyes once such a light brown and green hue, now a chestnut and forest green colour filled with lust.

Your fingers tug away from his hair as he now descends down your body, his warm lips pressing kisses to your exposed skin as you let your hands tear your blouse and tank off. Your eyes never leaving his as he watches you undress. His lips now press against your pieced belly button as his fingers tear away from your chest and roughly takes your skirt by the band and peels it down your hips, your stockings following soon after.

Not wasting a moment he lets his mouth press against you covered core, lips pressing small kisses against your heat making you quietly moan. You wanted so desperately to tug Ashton into you and make him start devouring you right there but instead you let your hands trail back into his hair and play around with his locks.

Small kisses soon turn into open mouth licks, his wet muscle running up and down your clothed slit that it had your head digging back into the sheets, your legs spreading wider and whimpers endlessly trailing out.

“Ash.. please..” The words slip out so quiet that you assume he didn’t hear from the pulsing music below you, but instead your met with the feeling of his finger pulling your panties to the side and his tongue finally meeting you were you desired.

It circles around your clit gently before you feel his lips suck it into his mouth, a moan drawls from your throat due to the sensation. Soon enough, he’s letting his mouth discover the way you taste which only elects a moan from him. His tongue now dipping in between your two lips and curling around your insides.

“Oh my,” You moan as your fingers dig into his hair, eyes closing shut as you begin to slowly move your hips to the movement of his tongue.

The feeling of his right hand breaks away from your thigh and flows to your hips, his nails leaving small indents as you feel his other hand move away from your panty and rub against your clit.

The feeling of him humming against you sends a vibrating pleasure down your back as he continues to lick you, this only made your toes curl and your hands to fall out of his hair and onto his leather shoulders.

“Fuck,” You moan, your hands tugging him gently away from you as you feel your climax about to overcome your nerves.

And just as you feel it on the tip of your toes, the mouth between your legs pulls away beginning to press wet kisses up your thigh, his hand that once laid against your heat now meeting with the other at your hips.

A groan leaves you as your eyes tear open and look down at him. He mischievously looks up at you, his kisses now run up your stomach once again to lead to your neck.

“Upset?” He teases, only making you shudder at the rasp in his voice.

“I want you Ash,” You say breathlessly, turning your head to knock his out the way and look him in the eyes. “Please,” You utter, fingers now leaving his shoulders and brushing against his rip cage covered by his white tee.

Without any hesitation, Ashton is pulling away from your embrace and leaning back. He shrugs off his jacket, tugs his shirt over his head, his fingers going to the back of his baggy jeans to pull out his wallet to dig through before you see a gold package flash. If your cheeks could burn any brighter they differently would.

The mixture of his clothes and yours are strung through out the room, both of your shoes kicked to the bottom of the bed as he now shuffles his way back up to his original position.

Without question your hand meets the band of his boxers as you begin to inch them down his waist, wanting to return the favour.

“I think that can wait love, I rather be in you right now,” He breathes against your neck, only making your heart stutter. A sheepish smile tugs at your lips as you feel him twist around and lay on his side, his hands laying on your hips, turning you into the same position.

Your head rested on his arm as your back laid against his chest, hips aligned with each other as the feeling of his smell overcomes you. His knees prop up your legs as you hear the tearing of the condom package.

Deciding to distract yourself you let your eyes fall looking at Ashton. His black hair a tossed mess from your fingers, hazel eyes drawn to wear you both meet as he begins to run his member against your heat.

A whimper leaves your lips as you close your eyes when you feel him push inside, his hand now propping up your thigh as he eases into you.

He nudges your head forward and begins sucking kisses down the expanse of your neck, the feeling of his heart beating against your back and the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne was filling your nose.

“Feels so good,” He mumbles against your skin, his arm that rested under your head turning slightly as he runs his hand against your wrist and takes your fingers into his, lacing them together as you continue to feel him stretch you out.

You never expected Ashton to have a thick piece but you also didn’t expect to be in this exact position right now, literally. Your childhood friend having his way with you while you were both drunk off each other and the alcohol in your systems.

His hips meet your backside before drawing back and pushing back in, your walls expanding with each thrust as you feel him begin a good pace. Moans begin to fall from your mouth, your eyes fluttering open every few seconds as your skin burns from the bruises soon to appear on your pulse from the black haired man beside you, skin still stuck to his lips.

“You’re moans are so pretty,” He breathes against you, his hand that was holding up your thigh runs up your hips to your chest, letting your leg fall as he takes one of your breasts and squeezes it gently.

All you can do is hum at his words because you’re too overstimulated to speak. The feeling of his thickness drawing in and out of you so heavily has you nodding off at the sensation, his fingers intertwined with yours beings to squeeze them together as the hand that was on your breast meets with his head at your neck.

“You like me fucking you,” He says into your ear as his hand squeezes your throat gently.

You nod your head as you feel your eyes slip close, and you were completely wrecked. He was so dirty yet gentle with you, peppering you with kisses yet digging into you so devilishly that it had your mind distraught.

“You like the way I feel inside you,” He continues, his hand growing more tight around your throat.

“Ash…” You say breathlessly, as your hand that rested against the bed sheets rises up and places it against the one making you breathless but encouraging your climax.

“Mm I like the way you feel around me,” He eggs on, and that makes you cry out, your back pushing pack and meeting his hips.

The feeling of your stomach twitching and legs quivering to close makes your head tip back even more against Ashton as you feel your orgasm on the brink.

That has him taking his hand away from your throat and slips it to lift your thigh back up as he continues to thrust into you, his lips press more kisses against your neck.

Your toes curl as the knot in your stomach expands and releases, the satisfying sensation washing over you as you let a deep breath break through your lips with a moan.

“Fuck,” Ashton hisses as he feels you twitch around him, the contractions from your high throwing him into his; his hips stutter before rocking back into you slowly, teeth gently digging into your skin, his breath being blown over the expanse of it.

The thickness of him slips out which causes your eyes to open, his hand dropping your thigh to wrap around your hips as his head buries into your neck.

The room is quiet for a moment as the only thing that can be heard is your hearts calming down and the chatter from down below.

“I would give you more kisses but I’ve made a mess on your neck,” His voice vibrates against you, that only makes you let out a broken laugh.

“I don’t even wanna know what it looks like,” You reply, your hand that rested on the duvet linking with his that rest along your stomach.

This felt nice, the amazing sex and cuddling session after. The room just being quiet and the only thing that can be heard is your breaths and beating hearts. This was so spontaneous that you still can’t even wrap your mind around what happened.

“How would you feel about doing this more often?” Ashton says after a few minutes, his chest moving as he pulls his head away from your neck to lie back against the pillows.

Having casual sex with him? You ponder on the idea. It was definitely one of the best you have ever had, he felt amazing and checked off every box when it came to how to please you. You couldn’t even lie and say that you didn’t find Ash attractive, you are also now officially single, free to due what we you wanted, so fuck it.

“Like… Friends with benefits?” You say, your thumb running against his hand still linked with yours by your head.

“Yeah, friends with benefits,” He confirms.

You let your head swish from side to side as you feel the burning sensation of his love bites strain against your neck as you let out a sarcastic hum to yourself as if you’re thinking it over.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

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marvelsdc22 · 2 years

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To Me You Were Somebody

Intro: Hello hello, long time no write, I decided to write this instead of paying attention to my class, hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Natasha lets all the fame get to her head, will it cost her everything? Based off this

Word Count: 907

Closing up your job was one of your least favorite things to do on a Friday night, but someone had to do it and unfortunately that someone was you, finishing wiping down the bar top you heard the news alert and looked up, seeing the Avengers at it again with saving the world, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw your best friend appear on the screen, she looked nothing like she had when you two were younger, before she was taken away to the Red Room, she had told you stories about it once she found you again before she took up Peppers position, she had went through hell and back.

As you watched, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling you felt in your chest when you saw the way she looked at Bruce when he finally transformed back into his human form, you had known she’d had a thing for him since before she was even introduced to the team, it made your heart hurt, but you also knew that she was happy, so if she was happy then you were happy, no matter how much it hurt to see.

After you had finished up closing the bar and assisted the remaining servers in getting the rest of the place clean, you headed out, discussing about what their plans were for the rest of the night as you locked the doors “So, Y/N, what’s your plan for the night?” Stein asked, him being one of the servers you could tolerate, going to answer him before you felt your phone vibrate “Looks like I’m meeting up with a friend” you said, replying to Natasha and saying goodbye to the others before you hopped in your car and drove to the bar that she had invited you to.

When you got there, you saw her there with the rest of the Avengers and your heart stuttered, sure you’d met the team and talked with them before but that didn’t make them any less scary to approach “Y/N!” Natasha shouted with a smile, her pulling away from Bruce’s side to hug you which you returned before you both sat back down once more “Hey guys, saw the news feed, you guys did good out there” you said, offering them a smile which made Tony get his signature grin, he always did love the praise.

As the night went on, you noticed more and more how attached Natasha was to Bruce when it seemed like he wouldn’t give her the time of day which made you mad for her, but it didn’t seem that she noticed as she continued chatting with Wanda “Does anyone want anything else to drink?” You finally asked, standing up and needing to get away from the two of them, everyone giving you their drink orders before you headed off to the bar.

As you were waiting for the drinks, you felt someone touch your shoulder, glancing over your shoulder you saw Natasha standing there with a curious look on her face “What’s wrong? You seem out of it” she said, looking at you and you let out a scoff “I’m out of it? You’re the one who is all lovey dovey over a guy who doesn’t give her the time of day” you said, immediately regretting your words when you saw hurt flash over her features.

“Nat I-” “No, you don’t get to say that about him, he loves me and for the first time ever it’s because of me” Natasha interrupted, staring you down as anger rolled throughout your body and you stood a little straighter as you stared her right back down “He obviously doesn’t know you exist when you’re together like this” you argued, gesturing to the guy in question who didn’t even seem to notice that she had slipped away.

That just seemed to make her angrier as her eyes seemed to darken “At least he treats me like I’m somebody!” She snapped, glaring at you which you returned full force “Yeah, but would he love you if you were nobody?!” you snapped back, your body shaking as you felt the anger that you had been holding back for the past year “Nobody loved me when I was nobody!” She shouted, the two of you feeling eyes on you as you both got louder “I did!” You shouted, watching the shock that appeared on her face as you took a shaky step backwards.

“Before the Avengers… Before the fame… Before the lie…” You said, voice cracking as you fought back the angry tears, you knew how she had tricked everyone to get close and you were sure they did to, but that was what even got it all started and it hurt to see what she had become, sure she was a badass who saved the world, but she also had become very selfish and unreasonable “To me you were somebody, Natasha… But now you’re nothing… But a fake”.

Natasha stared at you for a long moment before she reached out “Y/N-” “No,you don’t get it… Just leave me alone” you said, smacking her hand away before you asked to close your tab, leaving the bar shortly after, tears starting to slip down your cheeks as you got in your car and started it, hoping that one day Natasha would realize her wrongs and become the woman you loved once again as you drove away.

End Note: Hope y'all enjoyed! I'm going back to my hidey hole now! <3

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel x reader #marvel #source: shark tale

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finally finished the profile for the danseiroido!! this took way too long just because drawing anime headshot is my biggest nightmare... and then ended up not even looking That anime LOL... i've already had a few comics up in the tag (search em to read!) but. a brief intro is that i basically just made them idols (somewhat) and threw them in the same boygroup to write sitcom/4-koma slice of life random jokes, as i always do! they also share the same universe with my entire vocaloid neighborhood setup (but this will - might - be for another day)

there isnt a deep overarching plot as for now, its just daily lives of a boygroup that doesnt really do anything idol-like and occasionally featuring others around them from the vocal synth ville. oh and idk if i can call them a polycule because they dont really think or operate that way But! i do want all of them to fool around and have their own "ship moment" (if you want to call it that? i dont really label these things and i want to write it that way) tldr they all fuck one another. every single ship in the group canon (EXCEPT the obvious anyone x len. timeout for him he got his ass kicked out whenever they do it...)

my concept/idea for it (not much tbh this is just me rediscovering my love for vocaloid - though one can argue it never went away - and started make up random shits for them so its pretty much spontaneous and not a serious project or anything) is a parody of sort on stereotypical otome/bl genres and boygroups and anime tropes and obviously the vocaloid fandom/history. but i dont think i know enough about bl nor anime nor boygroups so at the end of the day its just guys hanging out XD hm i should just tag my other vocaloid stuff something else too considering its an elaborated world now, with these guys in it, but... that... really is for another day...

wait forgot to say also making len the leader is idk vocaloid meta funny or sth since hes the most popular but here hes just a wee child not even allowed to getting involved much (to be fair its cause most of the involvement are either freakish or sexual. or both) hes already more than involved in the irl success go away little boy. but Boom! funny ass kid leading army of 6 gay ass men (one of them isnt even a man. but only when its convenient) (sometimes there are 7 of them)

also: everyone learn vietnamese to understand how funny their viet names are rn

SORRY I KEEP EDITING. but they also have a playlist... just for funsies. some of them are serious canon lore related the rest are probably all shitposts

#tp drawing #vocaloid #danseiロイド #danseiroido #kagamine len #utatane piko #roro #yohioloid #kaito #kamui gakupo #hiyama kiyoteru #vocaville

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Idol Time’s Second Episode featuring ATLAS’ Sim Haedam (@svtlas), aired on March 22nd, 2024 with the shows returning and permanent host, Everlast’s Cody. Once again, the video earned quick attention and was trending #3 for weeks after its initial release which was a big success for show itself.

Cody appears on screen immediately after the intro is played and the bright Idol Time logo is shown, and similar to last episode, queue cards in one hand and mic in the other, with an overstretched smile replacing the previous blank expression he wore.

“Hi, and welcome back to Idol Time! The only interview show you need to tune in for and quite possibly the best show you’ve ever seen. Obviously hosted by me, Cody!”

“I’d just like to thank everyone for the support on the first episode, like, if I didn’t feel famous before, I really feel it now and all that funny stuff. Now, let’s introduce the second guest of our show ATLAS’ Haedam!”

Cody lets a dramatic pause pass before signalling for Haedam to enter the room. He does so with a small smile and raises both his hands to wave excitedly as he walks towards his seat.

“Hello! As you already know, my name is Haedam and I am the maknae of the seventeen subunit ATLAS and formerly a member of X1!” They both clap at Haedam’s introduction before Cody raises the mic to his mouth. “Welcome, Haedam. Anything you’d like the viewers to know about you?” He questions.

“Uhm…I like playing the guitar sometimes, baking, and hanging out with my members. Oh, and I’m really interested in building legos! I also have type one diabetes, I don’t think that's been mentioned before but I’m super excited to be here! I love interviews and stuff!”

Cody smiles in response to Haedam’s energy and flips over to the next queue card for the next set of questions.

“You’ve told both me and the viewers you were a former X1 member, so how was the survival show experience for you?” Haedam sighs, looking a little uneasy at the mention of the topic.

He swallows, visibly uncomfortable, whilst he finds his words. "It was fun....overall i think? but there were definitely parts that were really awful. They focused more about our performances and stuff than anything else. if we were sick... it didn't matter. It sucked. I don't think I would do it again."

Cody silently nods in agreement, knowing exactly how Haedam felt at the time.

“Personally, I think all future survival shows should be banned, period. But nobody’s gonna listen to me anyways, guys, trust me when I say they are not all that fun. Anyways, how’d it feel to place 3rd out of all those people? That’s a pretty high rank.”

Haedam’s face softens at the slight change in topic, seemingly quite proud of himself. "It felt really good! I was so proud of myself! Of course like, it would've been cool to be first but like, I'm grateful to have made it at all."

He grins. “I was honestly so surprised, it felt unreal to know that I had done a good enough job to make it through to the end.”

“How’d it feel when X1 disbanded, was it a big moment for you?” Cody asks.

Haedam’s eyes fixate themselves on the pattern of the floor as he talks, "Woah. I mean, I cried a lot. It was really scary because I didn't do anything wrong and it felt like I was being punished. I made a lot of friends in x1 and it hurt to have them taken away from me."

The room goes silent for a little, with Cody fumbling around with the order of the queue cards until he finally gets them in the correct sequence.

“It must’ve been a tough time for you to deal with, especially since X1 was your first group but you were given a second chance as a seventeen sub-unit. How did it feel when you knew ATLAS would be debuting?”

"I was so happy to have another chance. but i was so scared about it. I had a lot of anxiety because I felt like I had some type of curse, and that maybe my new group would disband suddenly too because I was in it. I love my group members, they reassured me a lot and helped me feel better about it."

“That's great, I’m glad you’re having a better time with ATLAS. But rumour has it, you were rigged into the X1 lineup, is that true?”

Haedam’s face contorts to one of shock, horrified that anyone would ever think that about him.

"I really wasn't rigged in, guys. I promise I have the papers here."

Now, Cody looks around, surprised at Haedam’s last few words.

“Wait—How did you even manage to get something like that?” Haedam shrugs, laughing it off.

“Don’t worry too much about it. I asked for these after X1 disbanded because I felt like it was maybe my fault but it wasn't....if anything maybe I was ranked lower than I should have been."

Cody laughs along with him, “Okay, fair enough. Any scandals you want to talk about?”

“Other than the X1 scandals people don't really make a lot of bad news that trend about me? at least ones that i want to address. So, thank you?"

“You’re lucky,” Cody responds and Haedam lets out a small hum. “Before we end the interview, any extra things you need to say or any upcoming projects?”

Haedam grasps onto his mic. “I wanna say hi to my old X1 members if they're listening! Hi guys! I miss you all! and hi to my hyungs because they're definitely watching! It's supposed to be a secret...but we may or may not have a comeback coming soon. You guys didn't hear it from me though."

Cody’s face brightens, “Well, it is comeback season. Now, some final words for the viewers of this episode?”

Haedam waves frantically and quickly thinks before answering.

“Bye everyone! Thank you so much for listening to me! Please keep tuning into idol time because it's really cool! Have a great day!"

Cody copies Haedam’s wave as they wave in sync, “I couldn’t have said it better myself, see you next episode!” The video cuts to the bright blue logo before fading out into darkness once more.

#EPISODES!#fake kpop addition #fake kpop company #fake kpop group #fake kpop idol #fake kpop member #fake kpop oc #fictional idol community #fictional idol group #fictional idol oc #kpop addition #kpop

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part 0.05. intros. OIKAWA'S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT GROUP

NOW FEATURING...

THE STAR AND HIS PLANETS ‧₊˚✩彡

oikawa tooru .°˖✧

seijoh’s volleyball captain and distant uncle of the team (most certainly not a co-parent). did not realize that what he felt for y/n was romantic until their first year in secondary school when she tried to distance herself and now he feels stupid. whenever he needs to be put in his place (e.g. after leading on another girl too much) he can always count on iwa to talk him down and remind him about how badly he’s messed up </3 currently pining after y/n without making it obvious because he’s scared of ruining what they have in case y/n doesn’t like him the same way back - follows y/n's private on his main and private in case she ever decides to give him a second chance </3 - known for unfollowing people when he wants to say something without someone in specific knowing (e.g. ranting about the one sided mental war he's fighting with kenma inside his head without kuroo knowing). once he feels that his point has been made, he'll delete the post and follow the person again so that they can see his private (y/n uses this and the picture he leaked as reason for why she's never letting him back onto her private when in reality they're just excuses to be able to indirectly post about him without him ever knowing)

FEATURING...

iwaizumi hajime & bokuto koutaro .°˖✧

iwa-chan

co-parenting seijoh with y/n. also their ace and vice captain. will have an aneurysm if neither tooru nor y/n make a move on each other. he loves y/n but he will only be able to handle oikawa for so much longer. maybe he’d be able to last if he got to go to y/n’s girls nights more but that’s kuroo’s role while he has to attend tooru’s boys nights as his best man. he’s feeling a little bit like atlas rn but he knows it’ll be worth it in the end (if they ever get to the end).

bokuto

FUKURODANI’S ACE !!! found his way into the solar system after a practice match between fukoridani and seijoh. he could tell immediately that something was up between their manager and captain. he had fun getting to know oikawa and felt like he had seen their manager before. bo talked it over with akaashi, asking him if he felt like there was something going on between seijoh’s manager and captain. akaashi nodded and then was shocked when he fully processed how socially aware bo was being. he then answered bo that yes, he had seen their manager before because she was good friends with kuroo. after that, he knew who to talk to in order to get the details ❤️ his entrance into the gc went as follows: oikawa: why was bokuto just added to the gc kuroo: he would like to speak for himself your honor bokuto: I KNOW YOUR SECRET

FEATURING...

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro .°˖✧

mattsun

seijoh’s middle blocker and one of five third years. him and makki are just there for a good time, and watching essentially four people and a few more distant people try and manage the mutual pining of two idiots who might as well be blind qualifies as entertaining. he’s taken it upon himself to maintain the mental stability of the team whenever oikawa’s messes up and sends y/n through the five stages of grief--starting with setting up the net for the team

makki

seijoh’s outside hitter and one of five third years. is thinking that perhaps him and mattsun should get onto the trend of co-parenting and adopting someone. they’ve assumed the role of the grandparents that seijoh’s team has to put up with whenever y/n or iwa are out of commission LMAO both him and mattsun usually get oikawa’s side of the story but sometimes they work together to try and fit the vague, out-of-context tweets on y/n’s private into the puzzle of oikawa’s stories

not featured:

kuroo tetsuro </3

currently undercover for y/n but he can’t complain. is still good friends with oikawa and as a result hears about a lot of his feelings in their groupchat but when it comes down to it he’s on y/n’s side. neither oikawa nor y/n realize how much information both iwa and kuroo have because they’re good at what they do. kuroo’s trying his best to alleviate iwa’s stress as he continues to watch the disaster of miscommunication occur between his two childhood friends that's been happening since they were kids

full picture of what oikawa posted to his private bc unfortunately it's not an upside down dick </3

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#oikawa tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa smau #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader

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Man's World - Chapter 13 - If Looks Could Kill

(Photo Credit to that LOVELY GQ article - Photographer, Jack Bridgland)

Pairing: Female!Leclerc reader x Carlos Sainz Jr, Carlos Sainz x reader

Warnings: language, fluff, angst

AN: So sorry this is a little late guys... I was just so unsure about this chapter, and I wasn't happy with how it was ending, so I decided to break up this chapter into two different chapters- so NEXT chapter will feature the Majorca vacation (which will be a fun one!)... I decided it deserved its own chapter, and I think you'll all agree on Monday!!! <3

Next chapter will be Monday/Tuesday so you won't have to wait too long, promise! I've already started writing it and its all outlined :)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5500

Short Synopsis: Enemies to lovers with Carlos. <3

Check out the full intro synopsis + full story master list here!

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Monday Morning After Monaco Race – Carlos POV

I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing on the bedside table. As I leaned over, I saw a text from Charles pop up on the screen. Apparently he, Pierre, Danny plus Georgia’s brothers were all coming over for a surprise brunch and they wanted to know if Georgia was awake. Considering it was 8:30am, I was surprised they were awake. Who wakes up that early after a race weekend?

Truth is, after last night, I had struggled to go to sleep. After I walked out of Georgia’s room, I hopped straight into shower and finished myself off. It was nothing like Georgia’s mouth had been last week, but it would have to do. It took all of my energy and self perseverance to leave her room last night. When I saw her reach out to me, I wanted nothing more than to stay. I wanted to rip that bra off of her and make her see stars all night as a reward for winning. But in that moment, I let my pride get the better of me. I stood up and walked out, letting her know that we were even.

But we weren’t even. Georgia was all over my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, her touch, her lips… Even after last night, it felt like she was winning this game of cat and mouse.

It’s fine, I thought to myself, I have Majorca to regain control. Nothing but sand, sea and Georgia in a bikini on my family yacht. I smirked a bit to myself at that. She was truly beautiful, and I had most definitely selected Majorca so I could see her out in the sun, her beautiful skin on display. Before that, however, I had to survive the Louis Vuitton photoshoot. Somehow it had turned into a GQ photoshoot, with Louis Vuitton sponsoring the clothes. The photos would be used in both the magazine and for the new clothing campaign. I’d done several shoots like this for Ferrari before, but this felt different. I’d have to constantly aware throughout this photoshoot, always checking over my shoulder to see who was watching me and Georgia interact. For the first time, we’d have to be a real couple for several hours in public.

Sure in the paddock we had to pretend to be a real couple, but most of the time we were working or with friends and other drivers. Rarely were we alone with strangers, having to put on a charade for hours.

Still, a secret part of me deep down was pleased. For the first time, I’d get an entire day with Georgia where she’d have to act like my girlfriend. I’d missed the opportunity all those years ago to make it real – so now I’d have to live with the fake thing.

Another 30 minutes passed and then I saw a text from Charles alerting me that he and Pierre would be there in 30 minutes to get the brunch set up. He’d told Georgia to be ready for a coffee date with himself, and then he would surprise her by bringing in several uninvited people into her home.

I laughed at that – sometimes I felt like Charles didn’t know his own twin. While Georgia was social with her friends, she also valued her privacy, and she never struck me for a surprise party kind of person – even if it was with close friends and family. Yesterday was exhausting and it were me, the idea of having several people sprung on me all of a sudden would be horrendous. Still, I wasn’t going to tell Charles that. If there’s one thing Charles liked to make clear, its that he new his Peaches the best, and everyone else was literal dirt compared to him when it came to her.

Sometimes I wondered if that’s why I wanted her to like me so much… I loved how much the idea of me dating her got under his skin. He hated the idea from the start. It’s why I loved to drop hints that maybe we were more. Charles was many things – a good friend, included – but his propensity to always need to be first, his competitiveness, was also his greatest weakness.

After I hopped in the shower and got ready, I ventured out of my room and there was Georgia, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee, reading the latest issue of GQ magazine. So, they had told her we’d be featured in the next issue. She looked ready to go out, and I felt some pity for her. Little did she know in all of two minutes Charles and Pierre were going to come bursting through the door, followed by several other people, invading her home.

I cleared my throat and she looked up, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Morning,” she said cheerily, taking another sip of her coffee. I could tell she was trying to seem as normal as possible.

So we are going to ignore last night. That’s fine, I thought to myself.

“Morning – sleep well?” I asked, sitting down on the couch across from hers and giving her a wide grin. She ignored my question, and went back to reading her magazine.

Another second went by and then we both heard a knock at the door. Georgia yelled for Charles to come in, and went back to reading her magazine. I kept my eyes on her the whole time, not wanting to miss her priceless expression when she saw a group of hooligans walk into the apartment.

And oh boy, she did not disappoint.

As Charles opened the door, in walked Charles, Pierre, and Daniel Ricciardo with what looked like 20 balloons and 6 bags of food from Georgia’s favorite restaurant and bakery.

If looks could kill, hers would have slaughtered the entire paddock.

But just as quickly as she could, her face turned to the biggest, lightest, most cheerful composure I think I had ever seen. Oh come on Georgia, now they’re going to know its fake, I thought to myself. But, of course, they didn’t. Charles walked up to his sister and gave her a massive hug, eating up her grin and fake excitement, as if that was the best breakfast in the world.

“Surprise!” Daniel yelled, picking Georgia up and swinging her around the living room like a rag doll. Georgia hugged him back and thanked them.

“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” She said cheerfully, but her eyes told a different story. Her eyes shifted me to mine, as if to accuse me of knowing.

I gave her the biggest smile I could plaster onto my face and replied, “What a lovely surprise your brother planned. All by himself.” Charles beamed when I said that, and I gave him a pat on the back. I knew Georgia would get the hint. A few moments later Lorenzo, Lily and Arthur walked into the flat, more balloons and flowers for Georgia. It was starting to look like a circus in here, and Georgia was the main act.

Before Pierre could take a seat next to Georgia at the table, I took the spot to her right, forcing Pierre to sit across from her. I could see from a quick glance, he was annoyed at me, but I didn’t care. I was petty and proud. Something about the two of them irked me to no end. I knew they had history, but after the skirmish with Charles, I felt like Pierre had other intentions when he told me about him and Georgia. Had he known I had asked Georgia out all those years ago? Was he marking his territory? I couldn’t blame him if he was, Georgia was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I had seen.

Still, they were’t together, and I had to remember that. It wasn’t Pierre that made her see stars last night, it was me.

As the brunch started to come to an end, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Charles was behind me. “Hey, you got a minute?” he asked casually, although he looked nervous. I nodded and stepped away from the table, following him to Georgia’s balcony outside.

“Whats up?” I asked, leaning on the balcony railing, my eyes drifting off to the water.

“So, I- uhh – just wanted to see what was going on between you and my sister.”

I took in a deep breath, and then turned to face him directly, making eye contact with his hazel eyes.

“What do you mean what is going on with your sister?” I was a little taken aback by his questions, although I guess after my comment over the weekend about seeing his sister naked, I should have expected it.

“I see the way you look at her. Back on Saturday before qualifying-” He paused for a moment, as if he was contemplating what to say, before continuing on, “the way you and her were all snuggled up together, it made me concerned.”

“Concerned?” I asked lowly. Truthfully, I wanted to say more than that, but I was really curious where Charles was going with this.

He sighed. “Look, Carlos, I’ll just spit it out. Me and you, we’ve always be honest with one another so here’s the truth. I can see my sister starting to fall for you.”

I scoffed a bit at his comment and looked away, my eyes floating back to the ocean. I could feel my heart leap just a bit inside of me, but I stuffed it back down. Charles had already proven today he didn’t know his sister as well as he thought. There was no way Georgia Leclerc was falling for me – not after I broke her trust the first time. I could tell she could barely stand to be in a room with me.

Before I could get a word in, he continued on, “She falls hard and fast for people. And after that asshole she dated back in America, I don’t want her to get hurt again. This might be a fake relationship for you, but I’m worried she might start to see it as more.”

I wanted to stop myself – I knew this was a stupid thing to ask, but in that moment, I couldn’t help myself. “And dating me would be so bad?” I bit out.

“Carlos…. Come on, man, you’ve never been a serious dater. You said yourself at the beginning of the season that you didn’t want anything serious for another few years. Georgia… she isn’t like that, she doesn’t do casual.” I could tell he was trying to be nice about it, but the tone of his voice was almost pleading.

My blood began to boil. How dare he assume what I wanted. How dare he assume what Georgia wanted.

“I just don’t want you to lead her on is all. She wants something real, something long term. Plus, my teammate actually dating my sister… I mean, would you like it if I dated your sister?” The truth was, I didn’t like Charles at all right now – and the thought of him dating my sister made me want to punch him.

I eyed him wearily, not really knowing how to respond to this attack. Based on Charles’ tone, he clearly didn’t know I had asked Georgia out all those years ago, or this conversation would have been a lot worse. I knew at this moment I had two options. I could escalate this argument, but then if what Charles said was true, and Georgia was actually starting to fall for me, I knew I would lose any chance I could possibly have with her.

Or, I could grin it and bear it for now – and make Charles squirm later.

It took every piece of me not to escalate the conversation, but I knew the latter option would be more satisfying in the end. Charles couldn’t control how we acted in public; I mean we were supposed to be dating each other.

“The only thing going on, is that Ferrari have insisted I date your sister, if you don’t like that, I suggest you take it up with Mattia,” I said – probably with a little bit more malice than intended, but no one accused me of being perfect.

Before Charles could respond to that, I plastered that big smile back on my face and slapped Charles on the back, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him closer to me. “But don’t worry mate, I’ll be sure to keep my irresistible charm and good looks in check next week in Majorca. I mean, your sister is much too intelligent to fall for a man just because he has a yacht off the coast of Spain, right? ” I added with a grin and a wink.

As soon as the words were uttered from my mouth, I walked away, knowing full well that Charles was now contemplating how he could get himself invited on our mini vacation next weekend. The image of his sister in a bathing suit on my yacht, clearly etched into his mind.

Good.

Georgia POV – Louis Vuitton Photoshoot Day

Carlos and I were instructed to meet in Milan on Tuesday. After the surprise brunch on Monday, I felt like I needed a day to myself, but unfortunately Lizzie insisted we had to be there as soon as possible. Louis Vuitton were eager to get their photos taken and the partnership with GQ was to too good to pass up.

Truth was I was slightly annoyed after the brunch on Monday. I knew Charles had meant well, but the race was enough socialization for a lifetime- I didn’t need a bunch of people being dragged to my safe haven, it was bad enough that Carlos was there all the time. Although, truthfully, Carlos was the least annoying person at that party. Unlike everyone else, he gave me the space I was craving on Monday. On the plane ride to Madrid, we barely said two sentences to each other.

After the photoshoot, Carlos and I were to spend the evening in Madrid. I assumed that Carlos had booked us a fancy dinner somewhere, although I wanted nothing more than to crash that evening in his guest room. Still, Lizzie was clear, we needed to make this part of our relationship look real – and what was more real than a big fancy date with F1’s most eligible bachelor. After that, we’d head to Majorca with his family on Wednesday – Charles, Lorenzo, and Lily would meet us on Thursday. I wasn’t sure why Charles was so insistent on coming on this vacation, but I was happy to be able to spend time with my brother. Pierre, Danny and Lando were on Lando’s yacht as well, and Carlos said we’d probably meet up with them over the weekend.

As much as I wanted some time alone – time to myself – I was excited have a vacation. Carlos’ family were incredibly sweet and charming, and it would be nice to spend some time away from the F1 world and prying lives of the fans. Lizzie had asked that we take several photos and post them on our Instagram pages, since we’d be so far away from journalists and photographers. She didn’t want our relationship to ‘get lost in the shuffle’ – whatever that meant.

Once we touched down in Madrid, we hopped into the private limousine that Louis Vuitton had sent to pick us up. Inside the car was a small bottle of champagne, which Carlos quickly opened and poured for us. I thanked him quietly, trying, and failing, to put a small smile on my face.

I had never done a photoshoot like this before, and as we started to get closer to the offices, I could myself getting even more nervous. I hoped that I was hiding it well, but considering Carlos kept shifting his eyes onto me, I could tell that I wasn’t hiding it well.

Great, just another reason why Carlos thinks I’m an idiot, I though to myself, a little embarrassed. I was a Formula 1 driver who raced the fastest race cars on earth, and here I was scared of a little photoshoot.

As the driver pulled up to the front of the beautiful Madrid office, a coordinator from both Louis Vuitton and GQ was waiting for us at the front. Carlos got out of the car first, and then held his hand out for me, helping me out of the car. I tried not to roll my eyes too much. I could get out of a car by myself – my incompetence was around journalists, not cars, I thought to myself. Still, this was Madrid – a city that felt more old school and traditional, so I took accepted his hand and got out of the car.

“Good morning!” The voice came from the Louis Vuitton coordinator, whose name was Lilah. Apparently she was to be our escort for the day. More like prison ward, I thought to myself. Carlos and I both exchanged good mornings back to her, and after a round of small chit chat, we began to make our way inside of the building. The building was absolutely incredible on the inside. As you walked in, the offices had a huge marbled staircase that led you up to some of the executive offices. As we walked by they had various outfits throughout the years that they had designed for movie sets and royalty alike in glass enclosures. I stopped in front of one. It was a dress they had made for Grace Kelly, the American actress who had moved to Monaco.

“It must be so neat to work here,” I said to Lilah.

“Oh yes… it’s truly a dream come true,” she agreed, a huge smile on her face. As we continued to walk we were shuffled into a room that looked like a break room. It had sodas, snacks and coffee laid out on a small table surrounded by some nicely decorated couches and furniture. After a cup of coffee and a breakfast bar, Carlos and I were introduced to the photographer, writer and stylist that we would be working with throughout the day.

After introductions, Carlos and I were shuffled into different rooms to try on various pieces of clothing. GQ had sent a writer to hang out with us during the shoot, so as we got ready and went between rounds of photo, Mark, our assigned writer, would sit and chat with us – get to know as, as he said. He felt as though he could see the ‘real us’ – his words, not mine – when we were interacting with each other on set.

That, of course, was my fear. Nothing about the Georgia being photographed on set really said ‘hey, this young lady is doing well mentally.’ Not exactly the Georgia Bugatti was looking to feature in the magazine.

As I came out of the dressing room in my first outfit, I saw Carlos already in the photoshoot studio, chatting away to the journalist and photographer, charmig them no doubt. As I walked in, I heard a wolf whistle come out of Carlos’ mouth. I let out a small smile and rolled my eyes, feeling a little bit of heat rush to my cheeks. Carlos was in a beautifully tailored suit. His hair was nicely combed and slicked back a bit, but the fluffiness was still on full display. He reached out his hand and I took it. He let his gaze go slowly up and down my body, probably a little too obviously, but I knew he wanted the journalist and photographer to catch that.

“Beautiful,” he whispered – loudly enough for the entire room to hear. I blushed a bit and nodded.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sainz. Much better than those Ferrari suits Mattia always put you in,” I joked. I let out a small smile, and then turned back to the photographer, my eyes on the ground. I could feel my hands begin to sweat, and I decided that looking at the ground was much easier, less I say something stupid.

All of a sudden I felt a hand interlock with mine, and I looked up, turning slightly towards Carlos. He was still chatting away with the photographer, but he squeezed my hand just a little bit harder. I hated to admit it, but I felt a rush of relief go through me. I began to relax my shoulders a bit, and then looked up at the photographer and smiled, trying to at least pretend to be involved in the conversation, even if I hadn’t said a word.

We chatted a bit more about the poses they wanted us to do; some of the photos would be both of us and some of them would be individual shots. Fortunately Lilah was there to help the photographer and explain more of what he wanted. As Carlos was taking his individual shots, Mark approached me, a huge grin on his face, and I knew he wanted something. That pang of anxiety that had started to leave my body quickly returned, and I could feel my back stiffen up.

“So Georgia, that win in Monaco – quite spectacular, if I do say so myself.” And he did - clearly. “For Carlos to win his home race, and then you to win your own. You really are quite the Formula 1 power couple right now.” I wasn’t sure if there was a question hidden in there somewhere, so I just nodded, trying to keep my eyes on Carlos’ photoshoot, silently begging for it to be over soon so he could relieve me from this nightmare.

“It’s been an exciting couple of weeks,” I responded, trying to find my voice in the process. Mark was so intently looking at me, as if he was observing every movement I was making. I felt as though his eyes were piercing my soul, trying to read all of my deepest and most private thoughts.

“Tell me, the world sees you and Carlos at these races, you both walk around hand in hand, but you spend most of the time in your own garages and prepping for the races or meeting with sponsors who have flown in. What does Georgia and Carlos look like off the track? What does a boring Wednesday look like in your lives?”

Ahh – the question I knew was coming eventually. I let my eyes glance one more time at Carlos, who was still going through the photoshoot stills. He was trying to decide which one made his eyes pop more, if I knew Carlos. I took a deep breath. I could answer this alone, who needed Carlos anyway.

“We’re like any other couple,” I said simply.

“Oh come on, I don’t believe that. What do you do for fun? How do you guys relax?”

The more I thought about those questions, the more I realized I didn’t actually know. What did Carlos do for fun? I thought back to all of our conversations in the paddock and at the hotels. We hadn’t discussed much else besides racing.

“We like to play chess,” I responded finally, feeling better about my answer. “Carlos is an amazing player, we often try to sneak away and play in the garages when we have time. As for at home… we really do live simply when we’re together. We like to go on walks, or make dinner together. Carlos loves mac and cheese – it’s his favorite food, so we’ll often go to a local grocery and get the ingredients and just open a delightful bottle of red and make pasta together.”

I thought that answer was quite good, but Mark just continued to write into his stupid little notebook, not even looking up at me. I guess to be fair, what 28 year old man liked to make mac and cheese for dinner. Who was going to believe that nonsense?

Before Mark could respond to comment, Carlos had returned, and he could see I was in distress. “Cariño, are you telling the world bout my embarrassing love for mac and cheese,” he scolded gently. I giggled in response, lifting my cheek up for a kiss on my cheek when he leaned down to provide one.

“Your girlfriend was just telling us about how you guys make pasta together in your free time,” Mark added, no doubt looking for Carlos’ reaction to see if he would be surprised at that comment. But Carlos, ever the smooth operator, could not be fooled.

“Did she tell you that she prefers her brothers bolognaise compared to my mac and cheese,” he quipped to Mark, winking at the journalist in the process, letting out a laugh. “I try not to take offense, I mean Charles does make a delightful SpagBowl but I would argue it’s not as good as my fresh mac and cheese.”

Carlos looked quite proud of himself at that statement. In that moment, I wondered if he actually made a good mac and cheese. Not sure why, it’s not like Carlos and I actually spent alone time together like that. For some reason, my heart panged a bit at that thought, but I decided to push that feeling deep down. Instead, I rolled my eyes at him, grabbing his arm and leaning onto him a bit, looking up and batting my eyelashes at him. Lizzie had made a point to tell me I needed to flirt with Carlos during the interview. Apparently, my flirting needed work.

Whatever, Lizzie.

“Love it – a couple who cooks together, stays together my mum used to say,” Mark chimed in. “So, how has it been with your brother, Georgia? I know last weekend was probably a little tough for you.”

“You know, it was tough, because we both love that circuit so much and wanted to win. But being able to share the podium with my brother was amazing – something I’ll remember for a lifetime.”

“Sure,” he said, clearly not that interested in my answer, “So Carlos, how is it dating your teammates sister? Any arguments yet?”

I looked over at Carlos, and there was a slight twitch in his mouth, which he quickly replaced with a smile and a nod. “Honestly, no,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m almost surprised at how supportive he is of our relationship. Sometimes it seems suspicious,” he added with a grin.

“Oh?” Mark asked, curious by Carlos last statement.

“He’s just always asking about what dates we’ll go on next and telling me about all the cute things Georgia sends him about me,” he added with a smug grin. I felt myself dying a bit inside, but rolled my eyes at him playfully. “I once joked that he was making me nervous to date his sister. I mean I think she’s beautiful and amazing, that’s easy to see, so why is Charles pushing her on me so much? Asked him if she had any skeletons in her closet.” Both Mark and Carlos laughed at that while I sat there, trying not to be awkward. Carlos stuck out his tongue at me, and I shoved him a bit. “He didn’t find it quite as funny,” Carlos added.

“Oh please, Sainz, if anyone has skeletons in their closet, its you. Don’t even get me started about how you once scolded a goose on the golf course and had to run away because it started to chase you,” I teased. “Someone’s a little afraid of birds,” I whispered to Mark, winking at Carlos.

Mark laughed along with us as we told more stories. I started to feel more at ease, which was nice. Carlos and I were ushered into the changings rooms and we went through another 3 rounds of clothing, before being told that this would be the last photo grouping of the day, which would be the two of us together. The designer had dressed me in a tiny, black evening dress that had a low back, while Carlos was once again in a suit, although this time his shirt was buttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the top of his abs.

“Lovely, lovely,” Lilah called out to us, “but let’s trying something a little different. Have a little fun. Georgia, face towards Carlos, showing us your back and Carlos, rest your hand on Georgia’s lower back a bit. Now look at each other and stare deeply into each other’s eyes.”

As we did the motions, I felt Carlos grip my lower back tightly and look down at me with those big brown eyes. He pulled me closer to him, my body was now flush with his front, my hands on his chest. All of a sudden this photoshoot felt a lot more romantic than I had anticipated. His face was soft, and he let out a little encouraging smile when he looked down at me. It’s as if Carlos could tell I was still feeling uncomfortable from the forced movements instructed by the photographer, because when he leaned down, he got closer to my ear and whispered, “Why so shy, Princesa. You weren’t this shy Sunday evening.”

As soon as he said the words, I looked up and saw a little smirk on his lips; Carlos was now turned to the photographer, a smug grin still on his lips. I went to say something back to him, but in the distance I heard the photographer call out, “Lovely Georgia – much better, you look so relaxed.”

Did I? In my frustration towards Carlos’ cheekiness, I had forgotten about the photographer and writer, and Carlos knew that when he’d said the comment. He always knew how to get a rile out of me, just like I had done in Barcelona when he was nervous about the speech. Apparently this was becoming our thing. I shifted a bit and looked at Carlos, who was still staring at the photographer, although the smirk on his face seemed even bigger than before.

I’m not sure what came over me, but all I wanted was to wipe that smirk off his face, and there was only one way I could think of doing that. Before I could stop myself – and truly see reason –I hopped up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to Carlos, putting my hands on his face and pulling him into the kiss. He looked a little shocked at first, but then started to deepen the kiss, letting his hands graze the top of my ass. As we kept on kissing, I heard more cheers and celebratory laughs from the growing Louis Vuitton crowd.

Carlos parted our lips for a moment, and then picked me up in his arms, bridal style. I let out a screech and a giggle as I tried to make sure my ass wasn’t out on display. Our lips connected again, and this time I found myself deepening the kiss. It’s as if everyone else in the room started to disappear, and it was just me and Carlos in the room. I could hear Lilah also chuckle a bit, as the photographer continued to take photos of us.

“Alright you two love birds!” Lilah called out. “That’s a wrap!” I quickly parted from Carlos, and he put me back down on my legs. I toppled over a bit, steadying myself in the process. My cheeks were undoubtedly flushed from the long make out session with Carlos. As I looked around the room, I felt horrified for a moment. Had I just made out with Carlos in front of all these people?

For some reason in the moment, it didn’t seem so terrible but now – now I felt mortified at the thought. Carlos looked down at me and smiled, grabbing my hands and pulling them up to his chest. “Sorry, Lilah, just can’t help myself sometime – it’s in my nature,” he grinned, pulling my hand to his lips and giving it a kiss.

“You too are too much!” Lilah exclaimed, clapping her hands together in joy. “I cannot WAIT to see how these photos look.”

Mark, still sitting next to the photographer stood up and smiled, his notebook in his hands. “You know, I came in, trying to see if the chemistry was really there between the two of you – you seem like such an odd pairing, but after today, I can really see that it is. Good luck you too – I’ll be sure to have several copies sent to your offices.”

And with that, the photoshoot and article was over.

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𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄. + 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. Y/n and Joseph becoming more up close in personal with the media, the actress even caught in London spending time with each other.

pairing. joseph quinn x reader

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genre and warnings. actor!reader, black coded, pure fluff, established relationship, paparazzi, social media au, pet names (lovely, honey), hawaiian pizza. | —��I forgot to write the comments for this one. series masterlist.

Y/n cozies up to boyfriend Joseph Quinn while visiting him in London.

The Stranger Things costars are still going strong as Y/n was spotted visiting London to spend some quality time with her boo thang.

The pictures spread all over social media after they were spotted out and about in London, always managing to keep their fans fluttering with their stunning (and overall just freaking adorable) matching sets, interview moments, and even paparazzi pictures.

Fans were left drooling as Y/n styled her signature auburn brown hair in a low ponytail to the back, letting a few strands fall close to her face.

The actress showed off her style while wearing a neon green and black graphic crop top with the iconic singer Aaliyah printed on the front and black leather low rise pants.

For jewelry, the actress accessorized with a layered golden chain made up of several golden rings.

A pair of green and black Nikes with mismatched shoelaces completed her outfit.

Her even more iconic makeup was familiar as she opted for her usual two-toned lined lip look paired with a shimmering gloss, sharp dark eyeliner, brushed natural looking eyebrows, and just the right amount of highlighter.

In an interview with Vogue, Quinn previously spoke about his relationship with Y/n and his strong desire to keep their personal life away from the media during an interview: "As much as we really love our fans and the support that they show us, sometimes the attention can get a bit unhealthy. The last thing anyone would want would be their relationship involving just them being constantly broadcast to the world."

The Stranger Things actor continued. “This isn't my story. It's our story. And we'll talk about what it is when we're ready to talk about it together.”

JOSEPH QUINN AND Y/N L/N FEATURE ON AGREE TO DISAGREE

Ahead of the highly anticipated season four for Netflix’s Grammy nominated: Stranger Things release, LADbible pitted Joseph Quinn and Y/n L/n against each other for a special episode of its original format ‘Agree to Disagree’.

In the episode, the duo argue over some of the internet’s biggest debates, discussing how Joseph is the fans favorite new character. Produced by LADstudios, the episode has been a huge hit on LADbible channels, totalling over 7.3 million views across its YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Snapchat, and still climbing. The episode has also been picked up by multiple global news outlets including GRM, Metro, The Independent and many more.

The episode can be watched in full on LADbible TV’s award-winning YouTube channel, recently named Best Original Web Channel at The Broadcast Digital Awards.

Take a watch here.

The title intro of the show plays out with Y/n and Joseph captured in a freeze frame as the couple both give off different vibes.

The white man was dressed in his usual business casual fit, but this time in a printed button down with the same pattern as Y/n's top and dark trousers paired with a golden belt buckle.

Like always, Y/n’s outfit was the first thing that drew in the viewer's attention. This time her hair was styled in auburn brown box braids pulled into two buns, one on each side of her head as some braids left out in the back swung over her shoulder.

She wore an Ashley Banks-inspired outfit that accentuated all of her curves.

The low-cut long-sleeve top showed just a modest amount of cleavage, enough for the draping layer of golden necklaces to slot themselves between the curves of her breasts.

Tucked above her shirt were the printed bell bottom pants paired with thick black platform heels.

The set was in a lounge room of some fancy hotel. A single table sat in front of the camera’s setup, "knowing you, you're probably gonna agree with everything I do." Y/n chortled from her spot, sitting with her back against the chair legs spread wide, man spreading comfortably.

Joseph scratched his face in protest. "Well... okay, hun, I'd like to think that's a good thing though, is it not?" He could not help but to smile, giving into defeat that he was in fact very smitten with the woman across from him.

Pineapple on pizza is delicious.

The couple moved practically in sync, moving their glass cup full of water across the table to the strongly agreed side, Y/n smiling at Joseph at the agreement.

"On our first date, she made me try Hawaiian pizza for the first time, so I think my answer is very biased." Joseph chided, sitting up against the chair, "Just get a pretty lady to feed you any type of pizza and I promise you’ll like it."

"Well hold on, I didn't force you to eat it, you just ordered the same thing as me." She recalled pointing her finger in his general direction.

"Yeah, but that was because I wanted to, like, have the same things in common as you." Joseph curled his shoulders up as he chuckled, almost blushing from the memory of when he had developed his crush on you.

American football is better than soccer.

Y/n’s eyes scanned that table, but she tapped the back of her hand against the glass to the disagree side, Joseph making a show of him setting down the cup to strongly disagree with some water spilling from the rim.

"I don’t really care for either, but watching soccer is just so much more fun than watching football for me." She explained to the camera. Joseph was patient in letting her speak with a contented smile placed on his lips (he could already see the simp memes on twitter now).

"I like both. I just don't get why it's called football. You’re not even allowed to use your feet." Joseph explained with his hands like it was the most serious question ever.

"Wait, but don’t they use their feet for the…kicky thing?" Her tone softened as Y/n squinted, genuineness riddling her features before Joseph could bow his head and snicker at her choice of wording.

"Do you mean the kickoff, lovely?" he inquired, exhaling.

"Alright, you knew what the hell I meant." Y/n waved off as even the crew laughed at the exchange.

American food is better than British food.

Joseph grimaced, not even waiting for the countdown before sliding his cup over to strongly disagree. Y/n hummed loudly before sliding her cup to agree.

"I don’t because y’all could have really good food, but name it the most rancid thing ever to make me think that it's bad." She continued to explain as Joseph belted out a laugh, his head tipping back. "Like who the hell wakes up one day and goes, you know what, I want some of that spotted dick?"

"Yeah, I suppose that could be the turning point for a lot of people."

London is the best city in the world.

It was like a stare down between the couple, with Joseph not holding back his teasing smirk as he held eye contact while placing the cup to strongly agree.

"London is very beautiful, don’t get me wrong," Y/n started, enticing a playful gasp from Joseph. "But it’s definitely not at the top for me."

"You’d think since I'd paid for her plane ticket here so many times, she’d love it a bit more."

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"Well, that would be a bit mean if I answered—oh okay," Joseph pitched as Y/n was quick to slide her cup over to disagree, the couple doubling down in laughter at both of their sudden reactions.

"Look, I love you, but since day one I've been a die-hard Argyle fan." It was true, the actress was the first one to welcome Eduardo from the main cast with open arms.

The duo and their characters became iconic even from the two scenes they were in together towards the end of the season. Y/n and Eduardo just hit it off as friends before anyone else from the newer cast.

"Eduardo fan girl over here." Joseph pointed out

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Road To The Kingdom - Fall of Man Comics

The Fall of Man comic arc is the most recent comic series focused on the reboot trilogy. It is unique in that it doesn't feature Caesar and his troop of escaped apes at all. Some might find that a bit dull but I like to see the world building away from Caesar. It is set 4-5 years after the Simian Flu outbreak and follows a human soldier named Julia who is tasked with protecting and moving apes to Washington DC in the hopes of finding a cure. Along the way, Julia reflects on how the world has descended into chaos while fighting against a human militia, the Army of Man, who are killing apes and "monkey loving" humans alike.

The comic is a typical apocalyptic tale, though I feel like the large cast of apes and humans don't get much personality. Julia falls in love with a fellow soldier/scientist she's traveling with and I don't even remember his name, despite reading this a few days ago. Buster and the other apes get some good fight scenes but only Buster gets a name and I have a hard time figuring out what they want. When we first see the apes, Buster seems to ignore Julia's reassurance that she'll protect them and he signs to the others that "Ape protect ape". I thought it was setting up that the apes would leave the humans the first chance they got to take care of their own. But then they're willingly fighting alongside the human soldiers in DC, even when the apes could easily run off. I don't expect there to be a bond between Buster and Julia like Caesar and Will had in Rise, but I never understood how Buster felt about his human counterpart. Even in the very last panel, I can't tell if Buster is happy or having doubts about how the journey ends. If the story was meant to show humans and apes working together and forming a united front, I don't think the comic succeeded. It doesn’t feel like the apes care about Julia or the mission and I would have preferred Buster and his crew to just leave the humans behind.

Also featured is a French gorilla named Pug who is raising an ape army against the Army of Man, and killing anyone who gets in their way. This story is secondary to the main tale, with neither of them intertwining at all. I wish Pug's story had been the primary focus; though seeing the last bits of governments and civilization is interesting, I much preferred Pug. We get little of his background but see that he spares and feeds human children who were held captive by the militia. It seems he can even rally human adults to his cause. His tale is brief compared to Julia and her team but I really enjoyed Pug more. Plus it's great to see what's happening in another country that isn't the USA, where Caesar and his apes live. I think both stories suffered from feeling rushed by having to share the comic, rather than each getting their own arc but Pug's story was much more intriguing than Julia's in the long run.

The world building of humanity crumbling is always a good read to fans of apocalyptic stories and it makes sense to look at how the governments and health organizations fell apart. But my favorite parts were the small bits of hope seen amongst the chaos. I loved the glimpse of orangutans in Malaysia willingly working with human survivors. Pug was instantly fascinating when he took care of the human children his group freed. While a civilian army growing around the world to kill apes makes sense, it was nice to see pockets of people and apes getting along. All in all, not my favorite of the POTA comics but still a fun apocalyptic story for the apes series.

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Hi✨. How are you?. Hope You re feeling great today, love u so much 🙂💐. It's me again jeje. Just LOVE your writing SO MUCH.

Am thinking of a one shot, male reader x Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers, R is a shape shifter, but something happends fighting with Hydra, they experiment on him a few days and when the Avengers rescue him, change of shape because of a strong sound because he is scare.

He ends up changing to a puppy, being scare of everything and everyone talking to him and trying to touch him.

So Bucky or Steve take care of him for a few days until he changes again to a human.

Love u 💞

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Shapeshifter male reader

Headcanons

What about both? ;)

Im doing great, thanks for asking. Hope you’re doing well too.

I tried to shake the shapeshifting abilities origin up a little, hope that’s alright ^^

Sorry for the super long intro, I just got way too carried away with this haha

- You were one of the last members to join the avengers, it was first after the attack on New York by the chitauri that you responded to the request SHIELD had sent you.

- You weren’t fully human, the child of a Skrull and a human. Normally Skrull could only shapeshift into other humanoid like creatures, but because of your mixed blood you could transform into animals and alike. Your normal form also looked mostly human, except for slightly sharper ears, slimmer pupils, and sharper canines along with the teeth around them being sharper. You hid these features using your powers.

- You were raised on earth by your parents, your Skrull parent taking the form of a human. You had known Nick Fury your entire life because of his connection to the Skrull, and him wanting to keep in contact incase you or your family ever were put in danger.

- As time passed you mastered your abilities, you realized that a normal life just wasn’t for you. So, you started to do missions for Nick and taking a vigilante like position before that was a common thing to do. You worked in the shadows most of the time, and after getting hurt a few too many times Nick demanded you be trained, which is how you met Natasha and Clint.

- The three of you would fight together at times, and they were both shocked when you used your abilities around them for the first time as they assumed you were a normal human like them. You didn’t tell them you were part alien, so they just assumed you were a meta.

- You ended up joining the avengers, and in the beginning the others were cautious about you, all except for Natasha, Clint and interestingly enough, Thor. You had an inkling that he somehow knew of you being part Skrull, as he referred to you as his fellow brother from space.

- But as time passed and you all went on missions together and lived together you became closer. Through this you got to know Steve more, and as time went on the feelings of friendship became something more.

- You didn’t confess to him because you couldn’t imagine him wanting to be with someone like you, and you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

- Though you would turn into a large dog at times so Steve would cuddle you. Natasha and Clint could see right through you and the archer would tease you about it. This resulted in you transforming into a tiger and chasing him around the tower.

- When Bucky came along, he came to the tower instead of hiding away, which made it, so the civil war didn’t happen at all.

- Bucky was very uncomfortable around people and twitchy as he still had the trigger words inside his head. He was only comfortable with Steve.

- After a mission, Bucky was extremely tense and looked like he was gonna have a panic attack, so you transformed into a cat and curled up beside him. He ended up petting you with his nonmetal hand and it helped him calm down.

- This became a ritual that after missions and alike, you would go to Steve and Bucky’s shared floor and cuddle with Bucky and sometimes Steve in the form of an animal.

- When the trigger words were removed, the three of you kept this up even though you didn’t need too.

- Before you knew it you fell in love with Bucky as well, which made you turn into a snake and curl up in the bottom of your closet. You wouldn’t confess because Bucky was way out of your league you told yourself.

- Little did you know the two super soldiers felt the same way about you, and when they realized they both liked you they decided to confess to you together, and you could decide if you only liked one of them, both, or neither of the and they would respect that.

- The day they were planning on confessing you were kidnapped by Hydra. They too thought you were a meta and wanted to harvest your DNA or turn you into a weapon they could use.

- This resulted in you being tortured and experimented on for days or weeks as the avengers and SHIELD try to find you with everything they can.

- When they finally find you, its Steve and Bucky that find you first. You’re strapped to a table in nothing but pants with all kinds of new scars and cuts and bruises.

- When they come close you whimper like a scared animal but don’t transform as you can’t when your strapped down. They move slowly and quietly reassure you that your safe.

- When you’re free they sit you up and are about you patch up your worst cuts and bruises when gunshots are heard. You yelp and transform, not even focusing on what form your taking.

- You end up transforming into a puppy and curl up in a ball with your face under your paws, shaking all over.

- The super soldiers bring you back to the helicarrier and you are treated to the best of their ability, as you make loud painful and scared noises when anyone but them try touching you.

- They try to ask you to transform back, but you just whimper and cover your face with your paws, hiding away into Steve’s chest whose holding you.

- When they get back to the tower the avengers try and figure out what to do. That’s when Fury arrives and tells them to give you time because its normal for your species to take the form, they’re most comfortable with.

- That’s when it comes out you’re part alien, but at this point all the avengers don’t care much and don’t see you any differently. It’s agreed that Bucky and Steve will take care of you as you’re only calm with them

- And so, the two super soldiers take care of you. It results in a lot of cuddling and kisses on your furry forehead.

- You take a lot of naps on their chests or laps, just sleeping off the pain medication and stress. They made sure to take care of your cuts and bruises and change the bandages.

- They also get you your favorite snacks as you can still eat human food in other forms.

- At some point they have to wash you, so they do it by putting warm water in the sink and carefully cleaning your fur and paws, making sure to not get soap or water in your face or ears.

- You end up spending nights in bed with them, and if it was any other time you’d be blushing and freaking out by seeing them both shirtless and being in bed with them, but you’re still exhausted and sleep on the pillows between them.

- One morning you wake up feeling way too hot and like your being squished between something. That’s when you wake up more and see Bucky’s face Infront of you and feel an arm around waist from behind.

- That’s when you realize you have transformed back into a human. You try to wiggle out of Steve’s hold, feeling very embarrassed and like you have ruined your relationship.

- Steve and Bucky wake up, and Steve pulls you in close again, until your snug in his hold and he kisses the neck of your neck softly. You blush and swear you’re dreaming, especially when Bucky leans in to kiss you on the nose.

- You start stuttering, the control you had to make yourself appear human all the time slipping away, revealing your ears, pupils, and teeth. Bucky just chuckles softly and kisses you on the lips carefully before telling you to go back to sleep and when your all fully rested, you’ll talk.

- You’re still blushing when Bucky scoots in closer to you and wraps his arm around you as well, but as both soldiers fall asleep, even if you don’t mean too, you fall asleep too, still half convinced it’s a dream.

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