#GIVING YOU ALL HUGS

[skylerfurmaniac-deactivated]

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SINCE WHEN WAS THERE 200 OF YOU PEOPLE HELLO??????

WHAT???????????

*sobs/pos*

HOW DID THIS HAPPEN I'M JUST A LITTLE GUY I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN HERE FOR A YEAR YET

welp

hello I guys to 200 FUCKING people. Cheers!

[gracie-rosee]

I love every single person who answered this poll <3

Calling all artists !!!

RB for sample size maybe? I’m very curious.

Could also apply to writers!

[norcigs]

TOGETHER

synop: you love lando like no one ever has, a race could never change that

warnings: none! very fluffy, this is my post race therapy session

🧸: 1.2k words

it had been a long day. lando hadn’t said much since being released from media and team duties. but there was a lightness to him now.

sometimes, he wanted you to convince him. get riled up and beg him to see how talented you knew he was. sometimes he needed that in your face kind of comfort. today hadn’t been one of those days.

today it was easier to sit in the silence of your love. to let it wrap around him, and fill all the spots in his heart and head.

today, the warm smile, soft hug, and gentle finger interlockings you gave him, said more than words ever could. once he had escaped it all, after what was done, was done, there was still you. still your same overpowering love and undying support.

the one that never wavered. no matter what happened on track, p1 or p20, you loved him all the same. he didn't have to prove anything to you. you were the only set of eyes that he never felt judged by.

he let you lead him, to the car, through the hotel, and to your room. this wasn’t something he would never come back from, wasn’t career changing, just racing. but letting you have a little bit of the control made him feel safe.

he was happy to take the back seat, for once, and let you care for him. you walked him into the bathroom, his shoulders were slumped, but he found a hint of a smile while looking at you.

your touch was steady and gentle, not like he was going to break, more like he was worth something more than a lap time. you looked up at him with big eyes, like maybe he could read your mind and know just how much you loved him.

your hands dragged up his arms to rest on his neck and pull him down to kiss you. it was special, but it was familiar. not like you felt bad for him, definitely not like you were disappointed. just like every other night, he was him, you were you, still in love, still together. somewhere in the kiss he found, that was what he cared about most at the end of the day.

“want me to get you some pjs and start your shower?” you asked him with a honey laced voice.

he nodded his head, lightly dropping it to rest on your shoulder before you pulled away. you walked him back to sit on the closed toilet seat. he looked up at you now, with those same sweet eyes that made you fall in love with him in the first place.

his gaze lingered, wanting but not asking, you leaned down to kiss him again. he smiled into you, as you held your lips together. pulling away, you kissed the top of his head before starting his shower and leaving to grab a change of clothes.

when you returned he was in the same spot, still grinning like he was dazed. the air warmed around you both as the shower got up to the muscle relaxing temperature.

“hey bub” you said as you walked back to his frame, fingernails finding the back of his head and scratching his scalp. “wanna wash today off?” you finished as he leaned his face into your tummy and nodded.

lan usually liked to shower alone after races. it gave him a human moment. time to bask in the warm steam and let his thoughts clear. it gave him time to stop, breathe, and get his head off the track.

you knew that, of course, and it was never a conversation. he didn't have to explain himself. you didn't make him stay connected to you 24/7. you didn't get hurt when he wanted time to process– win or lose. you just, understood.

it was something he hadn’t experienced before you. the slow drawn out pulse of love that simmered in every corner of your relationship. you listened, you heard him, you understood.

“call me if you need me, okay?” your smile was real. so real it felt heavy in his heart before it floated off him like a blessing. you would be there, with or for whatever he needed. if something happened, you would come, you would help him. no questions asked, no expectations. just you and him, like it always was.

closing the bathroom door behind you, the muted hum of the shower filled the room as you looked through the room service menu. ordering the two things you were torn between which lando might want, better to get them both so he could choose and you have the other.

little things like that, kind acts you didn't even think about, are what made lan know you were the one. the food arrived and you had changed into something comfier now, as you waited in bed for him to be ready to come out. no matter how long it took.

the quiet purr of the shower turned off, and he was padding out to you not long after. comfy grey sweatpants and a big baggy t shirt adorned him, as his wet hair dripped to his shoulders. he was done performing, done acting, nothing could get him here, not now. this was just for you and him.

he saw your form, laid in bed with your back against the headboard. with no hesitation, he joined you and collapsed lazily into your arms. your legs separated to allow him to lay between. his chest rested on yours. head tucked into your neck as his wet hair rubbed against you, cold.

you stayed like that for a minute. comfortable, and relaxed. letting him use you to recharge. your hands naturally found their way to his back. gently scratching at the lower portion.

“under please” he mumbled into your neck, not moving another muscle. you giggled, as softly as you could, and moved your fingers to his request. hooking under his t-shirt before your nails began soothing again.

you painted light shapes and lines on his back, the skin to skin contact making him hum. content. happy. in love.

“are you upset with me?” he asked with a tone that made your gut wrench. he knew you werent, really he hadn’t doubted it since his hands reconnected with yours after the race. but he thought he deserved a selfish moment of reassurance.

“never, baby” you told him like a whisper as your legs wrapped just a bit tighter around his waist. “you know that” you finished and kissed the top of his head again, like the wax seal on a soulmate's love letter.

“i know” he responded. never moving from your embrace. staying on top of you, letting you take care of him. and he did know. in that moment, with the world quiet except for the sound of two hearts beating. synced, in rhythm, together.

[moonwoodhollow]

rebuilding Nordhaven - one build at a time

[wolfythewitch]

Do you think Jesus ever felt homesick. Do you think he missed his mom

[hidingwhere]

141 with reader on their team

You’re a soldier like the rest of them, but know quite a lot about medicine and therefore share the role of both soldier and medic. You’d been with them ever since the task force had been assembled and the rumours flying about on base never really died down.

You, Kyle, Simon and Johnny. Were you friends? Lovers? No one knew. Some swore they’d walked in on you and another kissing, but none of you had ever denied or confirmed that. John didn’t comment on the whispers he heard so frequently, letting his children live peacefully.

Heaven forbid one of them saw John sitting on the sofa alone; because they’d join. If Simon innocently sat down beside him, Kyle would then find him and sit next to him. Then Johnny would find them, dramatically laying across the three of them who had already fallen asleep. Eventually, you’d sniff them out and lounge on top of Johnny, only lightly disturbing him as he rests a hand over your back.

The team worked perfectly together, like a puzzle with all the pieces. A father and his four chaotic children, causing havoc with one another as laughs and giggles filled his office where they lingered after missions.

Even some nights, when Johnny would complain about his sore muscles, he’d always convince one of you to join him in the shower. That’s why peoples opinions were always so mixed on the four of you; how could a group that close not be romantic? Others just suspected friends with benefits and left it at that.

During missions, if any of the boys got injured, you’d be next to them in a heartbeat, staying calm as you patch up a non-fatal bullet wound or force an oxygen mask over their mouth after suffering a concussion or close explosion. You’d kiss their cheek, sometimes with a little too much force, after you knew they were fine and would recover well. Johnny would sometimes ask for one on the lips (and you’d sometimes give it to him).

Gaz would demand massages everywhere after the mission, and Simon (although wouldn’t say directly) appreciated when you sat with him afterwards in silence, and enjoy when you’d yap about random things. It kept him entertained and focused on something other than his negative thoughts. He’d act annoyed when Johnny, Kyle and you would squeeze into his small bed on base and refuse to budge, all lying in the small space, limbs tangled and bodies pressed close together.

However, when they all went home, you’d never mention anything about what you were doing, if you were meeting anyone, seeing family. You were always quieter on the plane ride back to England, more distant and lost in your own head. They knew where you lived, on the outskirts of London, but wanted to know more. One day when Kyle asked if you’d be seeing family, you shrugged your shoulders. “Dunno,” was all you responded with.

So John invited you round his house. Then Johnny found out, claiming his apartment was too far away and convincing John to let him stay round his house as well. Then Johnny forced Simon to stay with them (he didn’t need much convincing); and when they arrived at the airport Kyle somehow ended up in Johns car as well (influenced by you).

At Johns house, the four of you ended up falling asleep over one another on his sofa as he cleaned up the mess of the food you’d nicked from his cupboards. Johnnys snoring woke you up multiple times, but he made up for it in his own ways.

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this was a random idea I had that I needed to get down 🙂‍↕️. Interpret it how you want, they could be just friends or they could all be secret lovers. Who knows? 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[syea-say]

The finale of a never-ending masquerade.

AQ 4.2 spoilers.

[slavhew]

look at this idiot not aware that his body is warm and his touch comforting everyone point and laugh

[bl-inded]

I find it soo endearing how awkward Faifa gets in this scene when Wine casually lays on his lap! But the thing is, this is not a one off. It happens whenever Wine has been the first to initiate contact.

He is shocked every time. He takes a moment to regroup before he hugs Wine back. He almost seems flustered. Like he's not used to being hugged. Like he's not used to receiving this kind of affection at all (or probably doesn't expect it directed to him).

Which is so weird when you think about it, because Wine is not the first to do anything very easily, especially show his admiration (and towards a guy! my sweet, previously closeted, gay baby 🥲). Fa is the one who eased him into this kind of comfort from day 1!

He casually pats his hair, touches him, hugs him, kisses him and just showers him with love. He's the one who broke Wine's barriers. He made Wine comfortable with accepting physical touch (at least from Faifa).

So, of course Wine thinks it's okay to do it back! And yet, when it's reciprocated...

Faifa is surprised

Every. Single. Time.

[chronicpaingirlie]

good morning disabled people i love you all btw

[rjshope]

bangbangcon namgi

for @giraffenamjoon🤍

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

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[themintman]

Some more detailed pics of the gang while I figure out how to draw them 😋

[rosa-maltz]

to ashes and blood

[crabsnpersimmons]

Ok I have to say this, eclipse, sun and moon look very squishy and huggable, great pillows most likely, they all deserve a hug, except sun, sun is too attractive it scares me so lil cookie for sun.

hehe they'd happily accept their hugs/cookie!

don't mind Eclipse, he's a a theater bot who doesn't like to share his stage. and Moon... Moon just likes treats

[doublxpresso]

Something special

a scene from the fic Small world, long shadows