#Google Alert - eye lift

[kittenlittle24]

Sleepy girl

A/n: I am not a doctor nor have any medical knowledge. I used Google and I hope I did the request justice! Also, the first time I am writing smut! Good luck to us all.

Warnings: narcolepsy and smut

Request by @gregsgoodlookingneighbour : House has a girlfriend with narcolepsy

Masterlist

Narcolepsy is a chronic neurological disorder that affects the brain's ability to control sleep-wake cycles. Narcolepsy is a sleep disorder that causes an urge to fall asleep suddenly during the daytime that’s almost impossible to resist.

You were diagnosed after a car accident brought you to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You fell asleep while driving and got hit by the car behind you, you were prescribed Armodafinil and Modafinil. Stimulants to help keep you awake and alert; and to help with your follow up Dr. House suggested dinner once a week, which turned to early coffee runs, sleepovers, and occasional lunches.

The humble man that he was, Dr. Greg House loved to remind you that he was the one to put the clues together and diagnose you, to remind you what a great partner you have.

When you moved in together, he made sure every morning that you took your meds, which is why he was extra worried when one morning he woke up to see you breathe and move your eyes, but you couldn’t talk or move the rest of your body.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, he sat closer to you and stroked your hair and with his other hand he held yours.

“You’re having sleep paralysis, a temporary inability to move or speak. It should pass on its own in a few minutes.”

You wanted to nod or say something, but you couldn’t.

He stayed home with you that day, he also changed your prescription.

Sometimes, when you’re sleepy all the time, that can affect your sex life. You might not feel like having sex as often, but when you do it’s always mind-blowing.

Greg was a generous lover and as a doctor, he understood that your low sex drive is not in either of your hands. However, when you were in the mood, like when he came home from work one day wearing a red dress shirt, something about it just instantly turned you on.

“Had a mom today, diagnosed with schizophrenia. Turned out to be Wilson’s disease.”

Taking his blazer off he sat down next to you on the couch, “Also had a mom who tried to get me to tell her daughter to diet.”

Taking him in, you slowly folded your legs underneath you to sit on your knees facing him. He leaned his head back, his eyes closed.

“You’re not listening are you?”

You didn’t reply, proving him right. Instead, you straddled his legs and moved to kiss his neck.

Cupping your face he pushed you back so he could crash his lips against yours. Lifting your(his) shirt, he slipped his fingers down to rub against your dampened panties. Tapping his chest, you pulled back, “Off.” you tell him, indicating your and his clothes. Standing you pushed your panties off and carelessly threw them behind you before unbuttoning his pants, not bothering to take them off, just pulled his pants and boxers down enough to expose his hard dick. Sinking to your knees, you wrapped your fingers around the base and slowly licked up the shaft but gasped in surprise he grabbed your hair to pull you away, “I want to be inside you.”

Nodding you giggle at first but the second his fingers dig into your waist you realize it’s no joke so you return to your place on his lap.

Slowly sinking,

“Fuck (Y/N)… you’re so fucking tight,” He mumbled as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort. you gasp as you stretch around him, stilling your body as you let it accustom to his girth.

“Gonna make sure you sleep well tonight.” He murmured against your ear.

You slowly lifted yourself, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. He watched as your tits bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he saw both hot and beautiful at the same time. A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly, your body shook, trying to force your thighs to do their job and move.

“I’m close,” you whispered.

“I can feel it, let go.”

As your body tensed he felt you clench around him, your moans becoming more and more incoherent as you let your body release itself, your eyes now pricking with tears from pure pleasure. He gritted his teeth together at the feeling of you cumming around his dick, which only pushed him even more to cum inside you. He gave a few more messy thrusts before he let himself cum, letting out a few grunts as he wrapped his arms around your waist and clung to you, hugging you as he rode out his orgasm.

You were both sweating and now panting for air, exhausted from the rough but passionate actions. You felt him rest his head against your shoulder.

You started to lift yourself off him, but he only gripped you harder and let out a grunt, making you pause, “aren’t I hurting your leg?” You asked quietly.

He shook his head “Don’t move yet, just stay for a second,” His voice was still raspy. Even though he would never say it out loud, he loved the way you felt when you just sat there, letting him be inside you as you warmed his cock, especially after you guys were done having a rough session.

After sitting a few more minutes in just the silence, you started to lift yourself again, this time he didn’t stop you. You sat down beside him on the couch, he wrapped his arm around you before turning his head to look at you, “Not that I’m complaining but what was that about?”

Blushing you tucked your head into his shoulder before replying, “It’s your damn shirt.”

[barefoothighlander]

hii would u be able to write könig with a innocent wife with smut??

of course, tbh I hc Konig as being fairly innocent too so like def two idiots in love but also he's a dom so

warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, slight size kink, domestic fluff, spit play if you squint, oral (fem rec), creampie, google translate german, not proofread

You sat in the small study, reading a book completely oblivious to your husbands arrival, he had gotten home no less than five minutes prior, dropping his bags at the door and immediately seeking you out.

His presence scares you, his large form appearing by your side clad in black, for such a tall man he was insanely quiet with his footsteps, never alerting you to his presence.

“My darling” He kneels by your form, his head falling into your lap from tiredness, he was usually exhausted when he came home from missions, finding comfort in the calm, quiet routine the two of you had formed while he was home.

His arms snake behind your form, pulling you into him as your hands move to lift his mask off, revealing his painted eyes and long hair. You hold him to you, just breathing in his scent, overjoyed that he was home in one piece.

“How was work?”

He responds by grunting into your thighs, the vibration sinking into your skin as you comb through his hair, your thumbs hold his jaw, pulling his head up to see him. His makeup is smudged along his cheeks, you run your thumb over it.

“Come on, let’s clean you up”

You grab his hand and pull him to the bathroom, kneeling down to turn on the bath tap, letting it run before turning back to him. His fingers ghost over your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt before tugging it over your head.

“So beautiful my meine kleine liebe”

Heat flushes your face at the name, you crane your neck to stare up at him, his eyes practically heart-shaped as his hands roam your skin, your fingers find their way under his shirt, urging him to take it off. He pulls the fabric over his head allowing you to look at his toned chest, your fingers trailing his scars with feather-light touches.

He moves behind you to turn the bath off while you strip yourself of your clothes, he does the same situating himself in the bath, extending his hand for you to take, helping you in as you sit facing him. You gather some water in your hands, letting the drops run over his face as you wipe away the black paint, revealing the skin underneath.

He closes his eyes, his hands finding your waist as you continue, cleaning his skin till there’s no traces of battle on his face. Your hands plant on his chest as he pulls you to him, turning your body so you can lay back against his chest, his knees rest out of the water as you melt into him, his strong arms holding you to him as your fingers trace along his forearms.

The warmth of the water soothes his aching muscles as the two of you sit embracing each other.

"Come maus" He shifts behind you, stepping out of the bath, you watch the droplets trickle down his tall form before he wraps a towel around himself, helping you out and bringing a towel around your chest. His hands cup your jaw, his eyes gazing into yours, the intensity of his stare making your heart skip a beat.

His hands sit on your waist as he pulls you into him, leaning down to kiss you as you meet him on your toes, his tongue teases at your lips before pressing deeper into your mouth, taking you by surprise. His arms are wrapping around you, lifting you up with ease as your legs hold around him, your towel falling from your body as he walks with you out of the bathroom.

He leans over the bed, your back pressing against the sheets as he cages you with his arms, you're trapped under his form as his mouth trails kisses down your bare skin.

"König" You whimper, breathless.

"Shh kleine maus, need you so bad" His lips ghost over your nipples, his breath causing goosebumps to form as his hands trail over your thighs, spreading them, allowing him to settle between them.

"You gonna be good for me?"

You nod, your lip tucked between your teeth as his tongue licks at your damp skin, making his way to your core. Your fingers thread through his hair, your nails scratching against his scalp, as a small grunt leaves his lips.

"So perfect, mein engel"

His tongue dives into your core, the contact making you clench your eyes shut as he laps at your dripping cunt, his hand is splayed over your lower stomach, keeping you still as his tongue licks into you.

Your skin ignites as his mouth moves up, his lips locking around your clit as he sucks at the sensitive bud, his fingers tease around your entrance before he pushes one in, the single digit is enough to have your back arching, your hips pushing forward, begging for more contact.

"Easy liebe, need to work you open"

Your hands are tugging at his roots, keeping him locked onto you as he adds another finger, pumping into you, his tongue is working circles around your clit, flicking over it in time with his fingers. He curves them inside you, hitting the soft spot that has you unravelling, his free hand keeping your writhing hips from slipping out under him.

"König please, I'm gonna cum"

"Cum for me, all over my fingers"

His lips lock around your bud as the coil inside you snaps, his satisfied hums adding to the stimulation as his fingers fuck you through your high until you're a panting mess.

"So good for me" He kisses the flesh of your inner thigh, sitting back on his calves as he lines himself up, your breath hitches at the sight, no matter how many times you two had sex, you never got used to his size. He teases his head through your folds, collecting your slick before his hands settle on your hips, pushing his tip in, the stretch of him making your jaw fall open as a string of sighs falls from your lips.

"So tight maus, relax for me"

His thumb rubs circles over your skin, your muscles relaxing under his touch, allowing him to push deeper, your hands reach forward and he takes them in his own, allowing you to squeeze at the flesh before he pushes in a little deeper, inch by inch he works his way in, you can practically feel him in your stomach as he leans over you, his lips pressing to yours.

"So good, taking me so well"

He gives you a moment to adjust, your slick coating him as you wriggle your hips slightly, letting him know he was okay to move, he pulls out slowly, dragging his tip along your walls before pushing back in, his hands holding yours, pinning them above your head as he thrusts into you, his deep grunts filling your ears and going straight to your core.

"Missed you so much" He rests his head next to yours, the warmth of his skin enveloping you as your legs wrap around his waist, clinging to him. He sits back, his fingers pressing into your flesh before he opens his mouth, a string of spit falling from his tongue to your pussy, the contact making you twitch your hips, his thumb rubs the saliva around your clit as it pools around his shaft.

He keeps your legs wrapped around him with a firm grip, his other hand continuing toying with your bud as he thrusts into you, bottoming out with every move of his hips, your hands are gripping the sheets, trying to ground yourself as that familiar fire burns in your stomach.

"So perfect like this, taking my cock scheisse"

You're a mess of whimpers and moans under his touch, every thrust like fuel to the fire that was threatening to burn you, he drops your legs, his hand snaking up your chest to pinch at your nipples, the action has you arching into him, your head pressing back against the bed as you scrunch your face.

"Need you to cum on my cock, need to feel you squeeze me"

You turn your face to him and his eyes are pinning you down, you're weak under his stare, completely at his will as his fingers assault your clit, his eyes glued to yours as you fall apart, the heat in your skin rising as you cum around him.

"Just like that, scheiße, so good, so wet"

He fucks you through it, his lips coming down to swallow your moans as your hands cling to him, holding him to you, his hands hold your face to him as his thrusts grow deeper, he buries himself in you before his seed fills you, his grunts the only sound you can hear as you catch your breath. He pushes into you a final time, fucking his cum deeper inside you before slowly pulling out, his arms still around you as he turns to his side, pulling you into him.

"Missed you so much," He says, kissing your forehead

Your ear is pressed against his chest, the sound of his rapid heartbeat deafening, "Happy you're home" you say, your arms resting over his torso as your legs tangle into his. You're both catching your breath, the air of the room keeping you warm as his hold comforts you, you hated when he left, but the homecoming made everything worth it.

The two of you lay there for what feels like hours, cuddled close to other before either one of you dares move when he does get up it's so throw on a pair of sweatpants. He quickly dresses before moving to the kitchen to get you some water, placing it beside your form before he grabs a book and settles back into bed next to you, extending his arm for you to rest your head against his shoulder, your hand resting on his bare chest as you get comfortable.

He reads to you, small chapters from an old book before you fall asleep against him, he shifts his body down as his arms envelop you, keeping you pressed to him before he falls asleep, the sound of your steady breathing calming him.

[mrlxys]

•°. *࿐ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

➣ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! charles leclerc x fem!reader

➣ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! angst, swearing, arguments, grief

➣ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ! yes this is a repost ‘cause my dumbass deleted it the first time. kms. anyways, so proud of charles 🫶🏼 and correct my google translate thanks <3 and yes i changed the ending ‘cause i love a good sad story ! we love charles leclerc in this household 💌

━━ SUMMARY :: you loved him, but it was too late.

➺ ❛ ⌗ friends to strangers & impossible love ❜

You and Charles.

It wasn’t something odd. It was something you grew accustomed to overtime.

“Where’s Charles?”

“With me,”

“Thought so,”

You two were friends. While your own teased you for it, you denied it. A look shared, silently saying as if knowingly friends? with their eyes whenever he brought you flowers when you couldn’t make it to a race. Friends whose faces lightened up at the mere name of one another. Friends who beamed at each other simply because of their presence.

Friends.

Friends who spent more time together than breathing. Friends who cuddled after not seeing each other for what felt like an eternity, but in reality were only a few days. Friends who found comfort in one another like no one else.

Friends.

Friends who held each other when the other was crying out, reaching for some sort of comfort and all that was found was peace. Friends who sought out that same feeling miles away, yet couldn’t. Friends who made the other crack and break in ways others could never even get close to, by just a glance.

Friends.

Friends who looked forward to seeing the other at and for the simplest of things. Friends who run up to each other on the airport after being separated as if you two were forced apart. How Charles would ignore Leo, his mother, and just run up to you and hold you close like you’d turn into dust if he weakened his grasp on you.

Friends?

Friends who hold eye contact longer than should be expected. Friends with enough thick tension to cut through with a knife, only by gazing into each other’s irises while the world faded into nothing but air and darkness.

Friends?

Friends who laughed as you covered him in flour in a horrible attempt of trying to pass time with baking as you waited for the food to arrive, suddenly finding yourself pinned onto the kitchen counter with his body too close to yours. Your eyes never leaving his as the laughter died down, tension replacing it in a snap as his eyes lingered on your lips for a second too long, before meeting your hazy stare again. His hands holding your wrists beside your head gently, so that if you wanted to break free, you could—but you didn’t want to. And before things could escalate, the doorbell ringing snapped you two out of the faintest of moments.

Friends?

Friends who find comfort in another as you hold onto each other. How he gently pulls you to him once you’re shutting yourself down, closing off as he refused over and over again, keeping you to him as you melted into him, letting yourself feel everything you’ve numbed out as he hushed you, assuring you that you were safe and comfortable. Finding nothing but solace in it; peace. He felt like home—he was home.

No?

Doubt crept up, with your heart hammering as memories flooded your head. How he searched for you in everywhere he went, in everything he heard or saw. Your presence, your eyes, your scent—anything to ground and alert him that you were near. When his eyes would find yours in the sea of interviewers in a press conference, a silent indication of reassurance and encouragement.

No.

More of a statement than a question, slowly grasping the idea with every push of your heart. How his presence alone lifted your spirits like no one else could. How he would pay attention to every little thing you did, such as play with your fingers whenever your anxiety rose or you got excited. How your smile lines were evident with every laugh and smile. How your eyes brightened once you talked passionately about something—about him. He noticed; and that only made him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

Not friends.

How he longed to hold you, to kiss you, to make you his in all the right ways if you let him. How he waited and stayed, even when you pushed the world away and were losing yourself in your head, while he held onto you and grounded you, keeping you with him. How he posted blurry photos of you on his story and instagram just to keep your privacy to yourself—guarding your privacy and comfort, leaving the public away from your life; although that didn’t stop any guesses and chatter. It didn’t stop people from running their mouths, or trying to find out who it was making the formula one driver go insane without you noticing.

“I love you,”

His words echoed in your head, the realization suddenly clicking as a low, faint gasp left your lips. You’ve said that to each other before, but it’s been a while, and for some reason it was different. Something felt different. You thought he meant it platonically, simply shrugging it off with a smile, but no—romantically. It dawned upon you, the three words said to you weeks ago now only making sense, the trailing off of his words comprehending all of a sudden. He loves you.

I love him.

The reality of it all hit, everything falling into place as your heart thrummed in your chest and into your ears, your eyed widening slightly as you racked your brain for a possible explanation, yet were unsuccessful. All you felt was adrenaline, and you knew you had to leave that same second. You didn’t care about anything as you grabbed your keys and rushed to the car.

Your heart hammering as everything seemed to go on pause, the realization and comprehension overpowering every doubt that filled your head—which usually would have won, but not today. Not now. You were too far gone into the feeling of purity and love, you couldn’t back down, and you didn’t. You drove all the way to his house, ignoring the fact that you two how you were meant to meet a few hours later for the traditional dinner you had when he was in town. You didn’t care that he said he had a surprise tonight, that thought was pushed back into your head. You didn’t care that you wore your baggy sweatpants and oversized hoodie with your hair tucked into the hood.

None of that mattered, because the only thing—person that did, was him. How everything just made sense in that moment. You had now only realized, but everything clicked. You had felt this unfamiliar feeling for a while, you could just never place your finger on what it was. Friendliness, is what you always said—silently sharing that thought with one another in simply a glance, yet he found out the truth before you ever could even think of you two romantically.

Your overthinking thoughts were the last thing you cared about, especially when you pulled into his driveway and frantically knocked on the door, fingers fiddling with one another as you stood there, impatient as ever, waiting to spit the words out like a romcom would.

Right on cue, the door opened, and as soon as it did, your lips parted, ready to confess—

“Charlie, chi è quello?” A sweet, smooth, silky voice heard from inside the house. [ Who is that? ]

Charlie.

Something only you ever called him—the only person he let call him that. It was a nickname that led to many, many others and lots of jokes that came along with it. It felt as though your heart was ripped out of your chest and stomped on in front of you.

A smile crept onto his face as he took a step aside, wordlessly motioning that you could walk in, and so you hesitantly did. Deep, quiet breaths as you walked into the house you had memories of, in every aspect of it you held a special memento. A gorgeous—no, breathtaking redhead came into view. Her maxi black dress that held onto her figure and tied around her neck, the dress backless as her hair was in a half up half down, parted by the pearl claw clip you had. The same one you kept tucked away in his drawer whenever you needed it. Black stilettos and silver jewelry to accessorize, and she held a welcoming, kind smile.

“Remember the surprise I had?” He snaked his arm around the girl’s waist, keeping her close like he usually did with you when you two were walking on the sidewalk, silly disgusies on to keep paparazzi and his fans off your ass, just like you two had briefly talked about. He respected your wishes, and encouraged it. He understood it better than anyone, and it was comforting knowing someone had your back. “This is Isabella.”

Her green eyes lit up, darting from you to Charles every few seconds. It was sad, how much pain you held in that moment while she was nothing but welcoming. It was as if life was biting you in the ass for falling for him—for realizing too late, or ever realizing it at all. For holding it, keeping it stored away when it should’ve made sense the minute he said those words.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Her Italian accent slipping. She tilted her head, her hands intertwined together as if to hold her excitement and nervousness. You did so too, but out of anxiety. The fear factor suddenly overruling the confidence you held not too long ago, fiddling as you racked your brain, trying to come up with an excuse you never concluded with. To hell with that, you just needed to get out of there.

You were lightheaded, your stomach tightening as your heart dropped and thumped in your ears, a faint ringing sound in them as well as you attempted to stand your ground and keep your composure. “I-yeah, I can’t-“ You swallowed, “Can’t make it tonight.”

His brows furrowed, his eyes finally meeting yours after gazing into Isabella’s—with the same look he used to look at you with. You wanted to throw up, and you didn’t know if this was a dramatic reaction, but it was your default. You were ready to breakdown until your headache formed and fell asleep, body limp before you woke up, scolding yourself for the tears you shed the night before, keeping yourself out of touch with everyone. But Charles wouldn’t listen.

Usually, he’d ground you, assure you he was real, that he wasn’t going anywhere. Try to lighten the mood with a few jokes and hushed whispers of sweet nothings into your ear, a few French as it always seemed to calm you down; even if you never understood all of his words. Nonetheless, it was comfort. He was home.

“What happened?” It was unusual, for you to just not show up to the dinner you looked forward to every time he was back, spending lots of time and effort as if it wasn’t the same place and time each and every time. Everything was cleared in his and your calendar, the time specifically for one another.

“Just-“ You took a step backwards, swallowing a lump that formed in your throat. Everything felt like it was closing in, stuffy and crowded. You needed to get out. “Sorry,” You turned around, storming out of the house and quickly to your car, feeling a hand grab your arm, forcing you to turn around. He met your eyes, his filled with concern while yours were filled with pain. Pain you shouldn’t get to feel, something you didn’t deserve of having—especially since you were never a thing. Never a couple. Friends.

“Please,” His eyes flickered from yours to his hand that slightly weakened, so that if you wanted to push him away and escape, you could, yet you were frozen. “I know you. I do, you know I do. What happened?”

You happened.

“What?”

He responded. Shit. You didn’t even know it slipped out, your overwhelming thoughts clouding your head while all you could feel and see was him. It got too hot all of a sudden, and you needed to get away, “Please, it’s fine. Nothing, nothing, just-“

“I’ll let you go if you really want me to,” His other hand went to cup your cheek while your eyes were avoiding his, forcing you directly into his. A wave of emotion washing over you, and your throat closed up as you desperately gasped for air, faint gasps as you stammered, “But please.”

“Don’t. Charles, don’t,” You shook your head, trying to turn your head away but he wouldn’t let you.

“You never call me that,” Now, he was even more confused. Pieces scattered on the board as the puzzle got more and more difficult, while he usually would just hold you. You didn’t have to talk, he would just know, and if he didn’t, he’d wait for you. He always did, but time ran out this time.

Everyone told him to move on, to give someone else a chance since you two were stuck on being friends—until he finally said the three words and you were oblivious. That’s when he knew it was time. He forever loved you, but he had to let you go if you truly didn’t want him. Little did he know you did. Crazy how so much chaos was created in only a few weeks.

“Please, mon chéri,” He called you the pet name, and you lost it.

“Fuck—fuck, Charles. Why, just why? Don’t, I can’t-“ You were at a loss for words, eyes glossy as he cupped your face with both of his hands, “I love you. I love you, and it hurts. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I realized too late and that I’m putting you in a position you shouldn’t even be in. I’m sorry, it isn’t right. Let me go, please-“

Everything tuned out once you said those words he was longing to hear ever since he laid eyes on you from the moment you two met. “You love me?”

“I shouldn’t, I know that. Isabella’s waiting inside, let me go, please,” You stammered, closing your eyes as his piercing stare got too much to handle, “Charlie, please.”

Reluctantly, he pulled his hands away, his lips parted as he stared at you in disbelief. You were quick on your feet, going into your car and took deep breaths. Everything was going haywire, and it was like the world was closing in on you, and you left—fast.

12 days.

Twelve days after that horrific event that replayed over and over again in your mind. Just a day ago, Charles won. He won the damn race, and you should’ve been there like you always were. Cheering him on and celebrating with him like every other time, no matter if he lost or won. You were meant to be there.

It was now 4:27 am, and you were watching the news, your hands shaking as you sat with your phone on the ground, messages from people bashing the silence with pings; biting your lip to keep your sobs down. At 3:42, Charles was presumed dead. Dead. So many thoughts swarmed your mind, and it was unbearable. With every second that passed, it was as if your heart shattered into more pieces, every bit holding its own toxin as you quivered, sat on the floor instead of the couch, holding onto his hoodie that you threw on.

Twelve days. Everyday was misery, keeping your distance from him was painful—but nothing compared to this. He died, he was gone. Tears trickling down your cheeks as you held back sobs, a hand clamped onto your mouth, body shaking in disbelief as so many emotions were clouding your thoughts. You could only imagine what his family were going through, but it caused you so much torment knowing you two weren’t on speaking terms. You felt like you were one to blame, for inflicting the distance in the beginning, and somehow, his death—which wasn’t true. But you couldn’t help it.

He wasn’t even on the track—on the road when some idiot crashed into him. The formula driver killed while doing what he loved, just not on the track; who would’ve thought? It was as if the world went silent, and you couldn’t bear it. Every passing minute, second, was like torture. Knowing you couldn’t change anything, it was actual torture. You eventually dropped your head, letting the sobs free as your world came crashing down. A part of you was ripped right out, and you couldn’t do anything to change it.

──── 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . !

[aerodaltonimperial]

okay, i am GENUINELY not trying to be patronizing or condescending right now, but the amount of pearl-clutching and freaking out that's happened in the past six months or so about the wrestlers you write about finding your fic has been quite high, and VERY GENUINELY, if you are one of the people panicking: how did you not factor this in as a possibility in the first place? i'm being serious. how did you, when you sat down to write about real people, not think that those very real people with internet connections and a metric fuckton of boring travel time were not going to find fanfics about themselves if they wanted to?

we are in an age where fanfiction is mainstream. back in 2000, when i was in high school, you didn't talk about that shit, but now? people are reccing fanfics on tiktok videos. publishing has figured out that writers here put out good stuff and are repackaging it for profit. ao3 is a hugo award winning fanfiction archive. y'all. it's out there. it's all out there. this is a fan space. it's still our space. you can't stop them from ending up here, but that's on them, not us. if you're freaking out, then maybe this isn't something you want to be doing. i'm being very serious. if this is causing you panic, you probably should not be part of this in the year 2024. but, like, i would bet a fairly substantial amount of money that at least 50% of them are well aware of what their number one pairing on ao3 is.

they're already here. they already know. they have always known lol. i'm, like, 75% sure i've had lines lifted from fics before, and honestly, that's not a panic moment, that's a fuck yeah i really nailed that moment. you're not doing anything wrong. this is a fan space. as long as you aren't putting it in front of them and they came here on their own? besties, you're good. you're great. it's fine. i'm being serious, please stop panicking. you gotta roll with it if you're gonna be here. you gotta assume that, at any point, someone involved could find what you're writing. genuinely, if you are not comfortable with that, then you're gonna have to just keep your fics to some google docs you share with a few friends. i know that not everyone has had a red alert level 5 the call is coming from inside the house moment, but it's one of those things. it comes with the territory.

we gotta stop freaking out every month lol. take the acknowledgements and laugh about them. it's fun when they give shout-outs! they know what's cookin'. it's cute that they keep an eye on fandom and what's hitting with us. don't put it in their faces, don't tag them on social media with it, just keep doin' what you're doin' here in the fan space and having a nice time. i promise you'll be okay.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

prince's gambit highlights & annotations

chapter 16

indented text is from the book. some quotes have commentary, some do not. some comments are serious, and some are definitely not. most of them will only make sense to people who have read the series. and, like, there are spoilers. so please read the books first if you're interested!

also: part of the reason i'm doing such a close reading is to study cs pacat's style, especially in terms of how she does romance and erotica. there are "craft notes" that might seem weird, like i'm being redundant or restating something rather than analyzing, but those are more things that i want to remember/take away from the writing!

i'm going to tag these longer posts with "sam reads capri" in case anyone wants to read them all at once.

this is a google doc i wrote with overall content warnings for the captive prince series. it's not perfect, but i do think it's important to include.

The Vaskian women, whose allegiance was tentative, retreated with the carts—except two, who stayed to fight on the understanding that they would receive the horses of any men they killed.

HORSE GIRLS UNITED

‘The Regency,’ said Laurent, addressing the troop, ‘thought to take us outnumbered. It expected us to roll over without a fight.’ Damen said: ‘We will not let them cow us, subdue us or force us down. Ride hard. Don’t stop to fight the front line. We are going to smash them open. We are here to fight for our Prince!’

THEY’RE SPEECHING TOGETHER <3

He recognised, in himself, that he was angry, and that it had less to do with Aimeric’s betrayal than with the Regent, the malicious rumours that the Regent employed—warping the truth, warping men, while the Regent himself remained pristine and untouched as he set his men to fight against their own Prince.

big breakthrough with the nice vs. good theme!

‘It would not have been my strategy.’ ‘I know. You overcomplicate things.’

‘Then we’ll have a swift victory. I meant what I said. If we sleep tonight inside the walls of Ravenel, in the morning, I will take off the collar from around your neck. This is the battle you came here to fight.’

spoiler alert: not only will you be sleeping tonight inside the walls of ravenel, you will be sleeping together tonight inside the walls of ravenel

He felt Touars’s blade drive into the ground, slicing through the straps of his helm, and—where it should have hit his neck—scraping with a metallic sound down the side of his gold collar.

He turned, the truth on his face. Stripped bare, he could not hide himself in that moment. Laurent, he thought, and lifted his gaze to meet the eyes of the man who had witnessed the last words of Lord Touars. It wasn’t Laurent. It was Jord. He was staring at Damen in horror, his sword lax in his hand. ‘No,’ said Damen. ‘It’s not—’ The final moments of the battle faded around Damen, as he came to full comprehension of what Jord was seeing. Of what Jord, for the second time that day, was seeing. ‘Does he know?’ said Jord.

probably the worst possible person to hear this, ngl. since he’s nursing a betrayal and heartbreak.

okay so the first time i read this, i didn’t think laurent knew. so this was SO fucking stressful. like i felt so bad for laurent. and i still do, i feel bad for both of them! but there is a relief to knowing that laurent knows. but damen still has to deal with the anxiety of this between now and the reveal, which i think is important for his development. and laurent is still in denial, even if he knows who damen is. that’s how he allows himself to be vulnerable at all, which is ultimately what he needs.

Laurent reined in beside him, still astride the same horse, dried blood in a stripe along its shoulder. ‘Well, Captain,’ he said. ‘Now we merely have to take an impregnable fortress.’ His eyes were bright.

modern au gamer laurent…

All men would receive care.

laurent is trying to do war in the most honorable way possible

‘Are you here to kill me?’ said Jord. ‘No,’ said Damen. There was a silence. They stood two paces apart. Jord had a knife drawn, and held it low, a white-knuckled fist around the hilt.

jord’s definitely thinking about aimeric and orlant

‘You hated us so much, all this time? It wasn’t enough to invade, to take our land? You had to play this—sick game as well?’

jord i get where you’re coming from, and this was heart-wrenching on my first read, but i assure you that laurent’s game is sicker and he’s been playing it on purpose

‘Tell him?’ said Jord. ‘Tell him the man he trusts has lied, and lied again, has deceived him into the worst humiliation?’

babygirl you’re projecting a little bit

‘You killed his brother, then got him under you in bed.’ Put like that, it was monstrous. It’s not that way between us, he ought to have said, and didn’t, couldn’t. He felt hot, then cold. He thought of Laurent’s delicate, needling talk that froze into icy rebuff if Damen pushed at it, but if he didn’t—if he matched himself to its subtle pulses and undercurrents—continued, sweetly deepening, until he could only wonder if he knew, if they both knew, what they were doing.

craft note: this is just beautifully written. i love the way pacat describes their mutual attraction and the way they interact with each other

He’ll mourn your loss, and never know.

bet you wish you could have had that with aimeric, jord, instead of what you got

craft note: honestly, wow. this is a really clever way to keep the “does laurent know” mystery compelling. jord and aimeric as a parallel to laurent and damen distracts the reader from the idea of laurent knowing, and it misleads the reader into seeing the dynamics as parallel. like, jord, damen, and most likely the reader all think at this point that damen = aimeric in this situation; the traitor, who knows more than his partner. and it’s dramatic and emotional and limited to damen’s pov, so it’s easy for a first time reader to buy into it.

but in reality, the one with more knowledge here is laurent, who both knows who damen is and knows that damen doesn’t know that he knows who he is. the jord/aimeric thing and the upcoming nicaisening are both really smart things to insert at this point in the plot, so most first-time readers get to experience the shock of the reveal without being intentionally misdirected in a way that feels cheap.

it’s not satisfying to be outright told one thing is true (laurent doesn’t know) and then have a “twist” that it’s actually untrue. but because pacat takes the care to plant the suggestion of laurent’s ignorance through a parallel to another character, the reader is the one filling in the blanks. so then when the truth is plainly revealed, the reader gets to rethink everything, see what they missed, and not feel annoyed or misinformed.

‘You’re gone by the time the sun hits the middle of the sky, or I tell him,’ said Jord. ‘And what he did to you in the palace will seem like a lover’s kiss compared with what will happen to you then.’

jord you look so silly now that i know the twist. you underestimate laurent’s cognitive dissonance and the power of love that isn’t simply predicated on sex. maybe if you and aimeric had grown to respect each other as people first, like damen and laurent, things could have gone differently. just sayingggggg

‘You fill me with horror,’ said Jord. His hands were tight on his knife. Both his hands, now.

oh shut up. damen’s fine.

[aphrd1tes0]

SEBASTIAN STAN! - family

pairing: sebastian stan x gn!reader

warnings: dogs!!! | fluffy | short drabble (my first!) | use of google translate ( sorry if incorrect! )

summary: you got a little lonely whilst seb was away, filming. so you decided to get a little something to keep you company.

written: 28 / 05 / 23

currently, sebastian is away for filming. even though you call him everyday, you somehow seem to miss him even more as the days go by.

as your watching tv, since you have nothing else to do, a thought pops into your head. what about getting a dog? it may take a bit of time to convince seb, but surely he’ll be happy with a dog, right?

so, with that, you unlock your phone and open safari. happily you search dog adoption centres near me and instinctively click on the first link. it takes you to a colourful bright screen with silhouettes of dogs, all different shapes and sizes. you search and search and search for the perfect dog, looking carefully at each of them. until one in particular catches your eye.

NAME: Bucky!

BREED: Golden Retriever!

PERSONALITY: Cuddly, energetic, loyal!

COST: $100

huh, bucky? what a coincidence. you thought. he was perfect. and that very same day, you drove down to the pet adoption centre and adopted him. as soon as you saw him, you knew he was the one. seb was going to love him.

that was a month ago. today is the day seb comes home and, of course, you forgot. you forgot he was coming home, you forgot to tell him about the puppy, it’s like the dog took his place. you were laying on the couch with bucky asleep on your stomach when you heard a car pulling up in the driveway. confused and a bit startled you abruptly sat up, waking up bucking in the process.

“sorry pup,” you said to bucky, stroking his head softly. and that’s when you remembered, sebastian. how could you forget he was coming home? you looked around to see if there was any mess, fortunately, there wasn’t. but then you looked down. bucky. you never told him about bucky. now panic mode had set in, and you instantly went through all the negatives.

what if he doesn’t let you keep the dog? too bad.

what if he hates bucky? how could he?

what if he hates you? oh no.

just then the door had open wide and in steps the one and only sebastian. with a huge grin he exclaims, “dragâ, i’m home! where are you?”. still panicked you did the first thing that came to mind; hide bucky under your, well sebs’, shirt. not the smartest of ideas. “uh, in here seb!” you call back. he pokes his head around the living room door frame and smiles at you. “there you are. mi-a fost dor de tine.” he walks over and gives you a kiss. unsurprisingly he notices your his shirt.

“first of all,” he begins with a confused look, “is that my shirt? secondly, what is under it?” there is a moment of silence between the two of you until you speak up. “um well, yes. and there’s nothing und-“. you get cut off by a gentle nudge from bucky, signalling to let him go. “i kinda got a puppy whilst you were filming.” you say lifting up the shirt to reveal bucky.

with the most wholesome eyes, bucky looks up at seb and wags his tail. seb kneels down to give the golden puppy a few scratches. “oh, dragâ! i love him! what’s his name?”. he happily says, like a kid in a candy store. “his name’s bucky. you like him?” you are hesitant to ask, only praying that he doesn’t hate you. in fact, he laughs at the coincidence. “of course i like him, he’s beautiful! we have a little family now!”

you get a little teary-eyed at that. “you don’t hate me for not telling you?” he looks at you shocked, dumbfounded even. he pulls your face into his hand and says softly, “i would never hate you. now, scooch over. i need some family cuddles.”

a little family, indeed.

ALERT!

hello! thank you for reading my very first drabble / oneshot..? i’m not sure. but, i hope you enjoyed this! please do not take credit for my work, please do not translate or rewrite this either! all likes, comments, reposts, follows are all very much appreciated! feel free to send in a request. make sure you have eaten, drank some water and had enough rest, and i love you all so so much! 🫶

mi-a fost dor de tine = i missed you

[spicy-moths]

Kneel

Google x GN!Reader | Words: 583

Warnings: use of "sir", "pet", and "human", mild degradation, mild control

MINORS DNI

Arms around yours, lifting you off the ground, tighten as you struggle. The android guards don’t even seem to flinch as you attempt to attack them, only a sneer when you try to get their attention through verbal attacks. Eventually you enter in through a massive doorway, the guards throwing you onto your knees and locking the door behind you. A swift kick of your foot entails your attempt to open the door again, but to no avail. You try to stand up, a sharp shock sending through you from your palms as you attempt to push yourself up. 

A click of heels against the black marble beneath you alerts you, a deep amused chuckle as you hear them slow and get closer. “Aren’t you a feisty little thing…” Blue-tinged black shoes stop in front of you, white slacks stopping at the tops of them. You try to look up further when a hand forces your head back down. “Did I say you could look up, human?”

There’s a metallic harshness in his voice that makes your face flush, a gloved hand now rooted in your hair. When you stop struggling, he hums, pleased. 

“Much more obedient than the rest of your kind, maybe you’re all finally learning… Look up.”

Your head shoots up and you meet the face of the man in front of you, the red glow of the crystal embedded in his chest illuminating his features from below. He smirks at you as your cheeks heat up, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Oh you like how I look, don’t you, human? Find me attractive?”

You can tell he’s egging you on, but you can’t help but nod with the limited mobility you have with his firm grip on your chin. He moves your head to observe your features, eventually nodding his approval as he lets go, turning around and walking away.

“I’ve been curious about your kind, the carnal urges that you experience. As one from mechanical beginnings, they are not in my programming by nature. However, I may spare you if you let me experience those things. I can observe that you mathematically are very aesthetically attractive, which may gain me some favor with your kind if I were to take a companion…”

He turns around again to sit in a throne of wires and mechanical parts, spreading his legs as he makes himself comfortable. A large “G” is illuminated in the same red as the crystal in his chest, one you recognize from all those broadcasts.

“Come here, pet.”

You scramble onto your feet, drawn to him as you feel a sharpness in your temples, clutching your head as you reach his feet again. Radio static fills your mind, eventually fading when he takes your chin in his hand again, forcing you to meet his eyes. They glow red for a moment, then falter and swap to blue. His face softens, grip lessening on you. That buzzing in your head doesn’t fade entirely, but it helps you focus on him as he caresses your cheek.

“Pretty little thing… Up in sir’s lap, pet~”

His eyes flash red again as you attempt to climb into his lap, his spread legs forcing you to lay against his chest. 

“Good pet, stay with me and everything will be alright…”

He pets your hair as you settle in, the hum in your mind keeping all thoughts but him out. Why would you need to think about anything else anyways?

[sesshy380]

Here is the reminder that no one asked for that I have a crackfic series where my longfic characters argue with the author. Also, it's the source of the only 'Holiday' themed work I have on AO3. If you enjoy it, feel free to head on over to AO3 and smash that little red heart ❤️ (and maybe check out the other insanity of this series...)

Title: Talking with Myself...'Kiss Miss' Edition

Summary: ♪ Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next day...I've got a jar of dir-rt! I've got a jar of dir-rt!

(I should note that the summaries to the whole series are pure nonsense)

(also I should note that the red crayon thing is a running gag)

[Yami Bakura sitting in random space, giddily coloring with his red crayon while humming the tune of ‘Jingle Bells’]

Author: Whatcha doin?

[Yami Bakura continues his scribbling without looking up]

Y.Bakura: Letting the fat man know what I want for this ‘Kiss Miss’ thing. I’m all for hot chicks, but I prefer a new knife…and maybe some more red crayons. Seriously, just order a warehouse full next time. I go through a lot.

[Author tries not to laugh]

Author: Noted. So…besides a new knife and crayons, anything else you want? Something maybe someone other than Santa Clause can get for you?

[Yami Bakura lifts his head up and give the Author a dead-pan stare]

Y.Bakura: Hate to break it to ya, but his name is ‘Satan Claws’. No wonder you can’t write anything good. You obviously have that thing where the words are jumbled up.

Author: You mean dyslexia?

Y.Bakura: I’m pretty sure that’s the name of the device you shout at to Google things.

Author: No, that’s Alexa.

Y.Bakura: I guess you can hire someone named Alexa to do that for you…but you gotta make money off your work first. Spoiler alert: You can’t make money with fanfiction. I’m tellin ya, my stuff is Pulitzer material. No copyrights or trademarks, so you can earn all the coin from the publications.

[Author nods her head while still attempting to keep a straight face]

Author: You know what, I’ll just throw some candy in a stocking. I don’t know anyone that would pass up free candy.

[Yami Bakura is visibly confused]

Y.Bakura: But if you are the one putting the candy in the socks…then does that mean there’s no Satan Claws? Who’s gonna make sure all those people die from beatings?

[Author’s turn to be visibly confused]

Author: What???

Y.Bakura: You know…all the people eat a bunch of candy from a sock and end up with the curse of ‘die from beatings’.

Author: You mean diabetes?

Y.Bakura: That’s what I just said. Oh. My. Gods. You’re deaf too?! CAN. YOU. HEAR. ME? I. ONLY. KNOW. ONE. SIGN.

[Yami Bakura proceeds to flip-off Author]

[A tear escapes from the corner of Author’s eye as she still attempts to not fall on the floor in laughter]

Author: Don’t worry. There’s still a ‘Satan Claws’. I was just going to throw some non-cursed candy in your stocking. I’ll leave the cursed stuff for the fat man. You’ll know which is his by all the glitter. And I think I’ll give you your gift early.

[Author hands a copy of the future chapters she’s been working on]

[Yami Bakura quickly glances through them, a smile slowly forming across his face]

Y.Bakura: Murder? I get the opportunity to kill someone?!?!

Author: You’re welcome.

[Yami Bakura jumps up and enthusiastically hugs the Author]

Y.Bakura: It’s a Kiss Miss miracle!

Author: Riiight…by the way, it’s pronounced Christmas.

Y.Bakura: Author, since you were so nice, I’ll ask Satan Claws to give you some writing talent. Maybe some hearing aids too, so you can hear things properly. Maybe that’s your problem? You hear everything wrong so you don’t know how it should be spelled, which in turn makes it so much harder for you to be a good writer.

[Author shakes her head in amusement and walks away]

[Yami Bakura sits back down and starts scribbling on a new sheet of paper]

Dear Satan Claws,

First off, I am a huge fan of your work. Can I ask a favor from one great killer to another? Can you bring Author one of those puppies for disabled people? I’m sure you can find one that can type. Don’t worry if it can’t spell, Author can’t spell either. Spell check does most of the work in that area. It just needs some talent when it comes to writing plots. I’ve tried to help, but Author is just too nice of a person and doesn’t want to steal credit from someone as amazing as me.

Sincerely,

Murder Fluff Thief King Bakura

P.S. I’m all for free candy, but I’m already bound to a cursed object. Can you bring me some non-cursed candy? Author said she would leave me some, but double would be better.

[real-hot-grl-shi]

!! oc belongs to @buggieplant !! Check it out !! 💕

prt twoo !!

!! Warnings: nsfw, overstimulation, m!dom, f!sub, degradation, m! masturbation, Dennis being a bitch at the start, etc.

a/n !! Best believe that I'm not gonna translate this bc there's so much to translate, so just put it into any translator besides Google translate bc it gives wrong answers lol 👸🏾 !!

Her eyes dilated and her face turned the smallest shade of pink to that nickname, god how she loved that. "What? You don't have anything to say, mami?" Dennis cooed, letting his hand drop to his girlfriend's clothes clit and rubbing it agonizingly slow, triggering her to grit her teeth let out a small whimper.

The lights in Dennis'lab were dimly lit, giving the room an eerie loo. Multiple screws, tools, and inventions were on several, wide, different desks, outlining the perimeter of the workshop. While there were tools and robots, there was a variety of plants on floating counters as well, giving the room a calm undertone despite the shady look.

But Victoria didn't care, she just wanted to get her brains fucked out by her boyfriend like any other slut would.

"D-dennis.. touch me more.." Victoria begged, grinding her crotch harder against his hand before he suddenly swiped it away, immediately alerting her and causing her to look up at Dennis with a glare.

"¡¿Qué cojones?! Dammit Dennis!!- Ngh!!" Dennis roughly yanked her forward, triggering her to whimper in pain and pleasure. "¿Lo quieres, princesa?" He asked, trailing his hands down her body, feeling each and every lump and curve. Victoria frantically nodded before attempting to grind against the taller figure.

From that acceptance, Dennis immediately hoisted Victoria upward, yanked off her panties and tossed them on the floor, licking a long line up her sex making her let out a high moan. "Oh? you're so loud, aren't you? Come on, make so more noises for me, yeah?" Dennis asked, looking up at her with lidded eyes and giving her a wink before sticking his tongue into her entrance, her walls clamping tightly on the cold piercing on Dennis' tongue, triggering Victoria to moan in shock and sudden pleasure.

"Qué puta de mierda, I can't wait to try this new thing on you." Dennis hissed, grabbing something from his main desk before setting Victoria on the edge of it and getting on top of me."I-is it new?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Dennis hips, slowly pulling his sweats off to take a look at his throbbing cock. "Mhm" Dennis hummed, grinding against my entrance, and biting her neck making him groan softly and Victoria scream in pleasure.

"S-stop teasing me D-dennis!!" She moaned, shutting her eyes from the pleasure. "If that's what my disgusting slut wants." Dennis said, before letting go of me and grabbing..a vibrator? " She leaned toward Dennis while pressing her bare chest against his as a attempt to break his confidence.

"You did all of that for me, baby?~"

It didn't work,

Instead it made his ego increase.

"Porque sabía que a tu sucio culo le gustaría esta mierda, ¿no? Contéstame maldita puta."

Dennis answered, using two fingers to lift up her chin, making Victoria whimper from the names.

He's so fucking hot.

And she wanted him to shove his dick inside her immediately, fuck the foreplay.

"S-shut up." She stuttered, having a pout on her face before abruptly moaning loudly and having a wave of pleasure hit her like a train due to Dennis shoving the vibrator inside her. "D-Dennis!!!" She yelled, grabbing onto his shoulders as support. "oh? you like that, Cariño? Yeah? You do? Come on, moan louder for me slut." Dennis said, laced with a mocking tone, starting to jack himself off to her moans.

"¡¡Joder!! ¡¡Es demasiado!! ¡¡Dios, Dennis!!" She cried out, burying her head into his neck and thrusting up against the toy, making him let out a chuckle before starting to do the same, shifting his hips forward, making her yelp in pleasure and Dennis groan lowly, hitching his breath in pleasure.

"¡¡O-Oh!! Dios, Dennis por favor sube el volumen al maximo! por favor Dennis!!" Victoria begged, gripping Donnie's shoulders and scratching at it, leaving deep and visible marks on his skin.

"Whatever you say, but you asked for this." Dennis warned, grabbing the vibrator with his free hand and holding it in his hand, and swinging it around his index finger, making even more desperate due to his teasing.

Suddenly, Dennis turned up the vibrator to the max making Victoria scream in the sudden pleasure, letting their grip go on Dennis' shoulders from the endless vibrations inside them and cumming all over Dennis' crotch. "Aahhah!!!-" "Shut your mouth, no one wants to hear that shit." Dennis purred, before grunting, letting Victoria know that he was getting close. "A-are you getting close baby?.." Victoria cooed, still stuttering due to her just climaxing from the vibrator.

"Y-yeah.. g-goddamn!" Dennis moaned out, stroking his cock even harder, trying to make himself climax as well. Victoria bit their lip from the noises and the view right in front of their eyes that they had no choice but to get themselves off once more."Ugh...I-i'm gonna!- fuck!! Ngh!!~"

Dennis moaned, cumming all over Victoria's lips, making them yelp in shock from the sudden extra layer of warmth dabbed across their pantie line down to their entrance.

"Fuck, Cariño... God you treat me so well.."

[kippykasey]

Grace - Chapter 10: The Train

Pairing: Howard Stark x F!Reader , Bucky x Reader [Eventually]

Word Count: 1600

Series Summary: A young nurse is recruited by Dr. Abraham Erskine to join the SSR to assist on Project Rebirth. Following her work with the SSR she is drafted into the US Army Nurse Corps in the war against the Nazis…and HYDRA.

Chapter Warnings: its the train scene of CATFA

Author’s Note: This chapter is about half the size of a normal chapter? But I am honestly so emotionally drain from writing it. Next chapter will be longer and we will only have 2 chapters left before moving on from CATFA.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the gifs they are either found on google or under the gif tag provided by tumblr. Any language other than English was translated using Google Translator, and translations will be posted in bolden italics after. I am not a nurse or in the medical field although I may do some research medical treatment written may not be correct.

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The camp was tense on the cold, snowy morning of the last mission. More specifically Grace was tense. She had been ranting in German about her worries. If she wasn’t ranting in German she was repeatedly humming ‘Amazing Grace’ as she did anything and everything she could to distract herself. She reorganized her medical backpack three times; completely unpacking and repacking the bag. Taking apart and reassembling both her pistol and rifle while cleaning each to perfection only seen in an unused firearm. 

Charlie and Maxine watched from a distance. Charlie biting at her bottom lip in worry for her friend who has been off all morning. Maxine puffed at a cigarette to deal with the second hand stress and anxiety she was feeling from being around the head nurse. Monty walked up to stand behind the two nurses observing the head nurse as she packed away her personal items into her crate. 

“Is she still rambling in German?” He asked the two. Charlie looked up at him before nodding. “Gracie’s been humming Amazing Grace for twenty minutes now.”

“Scheisse.” Shit. 

The German curse leaving the nurse’s mouth drew the three over to her and down at the spilled box of hair pins. Grace lowered to her knees to pick up as many of the pins she could salvage from the snow. The three watching took notice of the Sergeant that approached her. Bucky rested his hand on the nurse’s shoulder but in her tense state she didn’t fully connect the dots that he wasn’t there to hurt her as she used her body weight to pull him from behind her and onto the ground in front of her with nothing but her small hand to protect her.

“Whoa! Easy, Sugar! It’s me, it’s just me!” Bucky quickly holds his hands up to block any attempt of attack from her. It was the shimmer of his blue eyes that alerted her mind that he was friendly that she lowered her raised hand. Her head dropped, shoulders sagging as she seemed to curl inward. It was a position Bucky had seen her in before, back when they were held captive by Hydra. Buck sat up, his hair falling from the combed back position to in front of his face. 

“Come here,” He spoke gently, it was calming. His arms moved slowly, as if approaching a wounded animal, as he drew her in closer. She leaned into his arms, the tension and stress that took over her body moments ago quickly leaving her. It was blocked out as if being in Bucky’s arms was a shield. His arms had brought her comfort so many times that they had become a place of safety. “Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it.” She muttered against his shoulder where her head was resting against.

“Nothing is going to go wrong, sugar.” His hand caressed the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing gently at the nape of her neck so he didn’t mess up her hair. “You’re okay. You’ve been speaking German all morning.” Her head lifted from his shoulder, her eyes glazed over, was she really talking in German all morning? Why couldn’t she remember that?

“It’s okay, you’re worried and scared it’s okay.” His voice stayed so soft and it was like a wave of reassurance. She nods her head slowly. The crunching of the snow was purposeful to gain the pair’s attention. They looked up at Steve dressed in his Captain America suit, without the head covering. “We’re getting ready to head out. Charlie and Maxine are ready for any injuries. I guessed you would be coming with us?” Steve explained his eyes glancing at the nurse. “You would be stupid if you think I’m letting you boys go with out a medic on standby that far away from base.”

Steve sighed hoping she would have changed her mind but nodded his head. Bucky stood first before offering his hand to help up the nurse. The three went to gather the remainder of their items before they left on their hike up the mountain to the lookout point where they would wait for the train.

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

Jim set up a radio which Gabe and him listened to. The others sitting or standing around waiting. Bucky stood next to Steve looking down at the train tracks, the zip line just above them. Grace, staying behind the two, leaned up on her toes to look down towards the tracks that seemed to double for a second as she took in the drop.

“Remember when I made you ride the Cyclone at Coney Island?” Bucky’s voice seemed to carry slightly in the open air despide the quiet tone.

“Yeah, and I threw up?” Steve added remembering the moment his best friend was talking about clearly.

“This isn’t payback is it?” Bucky’s question made the nurse huff out a laugh. “If this was payback for that, you got it with interest.” She let out a small laugh patting Bucky’s shoulder just below where his rifle was resting. Barnes turns his head to look down at her. She noticed a smile in his eyes, a lightness to them, even if he wasn’t physically smiling.

“Now why would I do that?” Rogers comments turning to look up at where the zip line was secured. 

Gabe spoke up, catching everyone’s attention. “You were right. Dr. Zola’s on the train. Hydra dispatcher gave him permission to open up the throttle.” The three stepped away from the edge and over towards where Jim and Jones sat with the radio. “Wherever he’s going, they must need him bad.”

Steve looked over at Bucky and Grace. He turned away, putting his helmet on as everyone began to prepare for the train. Monty keeps watch through a pair of binoculars. Grace tightened the straps on her bag. Bucky grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Be careful.” She smiled up at him, “Don’t worry soldier boy. I’m staying towards the back.”

“Let’s get going, because they’re moving like the devil.” Monty instructs seeing the train speeding into sight.

Steve moved to the front attaching the first zip line handle bar to the line. He looks over his shoulder to give instructions. Jacques hand raised ready to signal his descent. “We only got about a 10 second window. You miss that window, we're bugs on a windshield.”

“And I may be good but I’m not an angel.” The nurse adds shifting from where she was standing behind Dugan.

“Better get moving bugs!” Dugan yelled over the sudden gust of wind.

On Jacques French exclamation and drop of hand Steve was off the mountain ledge. Bucky followed behind within a second. After Bucky one other person went then it was supposed to be Grace’s turn but as she stepped forward she didn’t bother to even swing the handlebar up. She had missed the window. In frustration she tossed the handlebar down before going over to Monty to take the binoculars and try to watch from afar. 

Dugan stepped up behind the nurse afraid she might act erratically if something goes wrong. He wrapped his hand around the straps of her bag as she took a step too close to the edge for his comfort. “They have those crazy powered guns.” She comments on seeing the blast.

The train was moving out of sight and Grace hurried to move around the mountain so she could keep watch. She stumbled in the snow and when she raised the binoculars again the only thing she could see was the back of the Captain America uniform hanging out of a whole in the train reaching for a plummeting person. A small yell left her mouth as she dropped the binoculars in shock. Her knees gave out and she fell to the snow ground below. That was how Dugan found her when he caught up. Together they headed back to camp where Charlie and Maxine instantly were able to tell by how Grace was acting that something went wrong. 

Charlie stepped forward as Maxine took the bag off of the head medic. As if the bag was holding her together the moment it was off the dam brook and sobs took over. Charlie pulled her into a hug. “You’re okay.” The nurse shook her head. “No. No. He’s gone. Why him?” She sobbed into Charlie’s shoulder. 

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

Dr. Zola was successfully captured at the end of the mission. He was transferred to a SSR prison where he would be interrogated by Philips. Meanwhile Steve and Grace had found themselves in their own grief ridden states. The nurse had been taken to the lodgings given to Howard, who upon seeing her so distraught awkwardly did his best to comfort the woman but ultimately ended up leaving to give her space. 

The nurse spent hours in her thoughts just wondering if she had made it down if she could have saved Bucky from the fall. It was torture but she finally decided she needed to let it out. So she did, into the first pages of leather bound journal Bucky got her for her birthday. Her hand danced across the page and the ink was sometimes smudged by the occasional tear drop.

What started as the ‘what if’s her brain kept going through slowly drifted into a new burning passion to end Hydra. With her new goal in mind she stood from her seat and hurried out of the room on her way to find the one person who would understand her the most at the moment, Steve.

[optidan]

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📘📕📗 let's hear more mcdanno ideas!

put a version of the book emoji in my inbox, and i'll tell you about a fic i haven't written, but want to write!

three emojis and mcdanno ideas? oh you're on, anon!

idea number one;

life as an air traffic controller is, well, not the most exciting. you work, talk to pilots, make sure everyone's safe while in the sky, chat with your co-workers, and you go home. you don't get a fancy uniform, you don't get famous, but you get a good paycheck. balancing shifts and seeing your daughter ... that's a little more difficult. just ask danny.

however, he makes it work, but between grace and his work, there's not much to brag about in his life. until there's a new pilot in the area. danny doesn't know much about him, other than the fact that his name's steve, and he has a sexy voice (don't question danny, he's basically living in celibacy). outside of the standard talk, they don't actually talk that much, though steve adds jokes and tidbits of information about himself, and it's a funny coincidence that he happens to only fly routes within the sector that danny works in?

well, danny finds himself googling this steve (mcgarrett, danny knew his surname, this is an official pilot that danny talks to on a regular basis we're talking about) and holy shit he's hot it's a shame he's restricted to the cockpit of a plane

bring on the dreams (they're pretty nsfw, don't worry, and they leave danny all hot and bothered because he wants the real thing), and he accidentally talks to grace about this pilot, which was a mistake because now she wants to meet the guy who makes her danno all excited, and shit he didn't think about that

luckily, there's a control center anniversary coming up, and danny knows some of the pilots are invited, and lucky him – there's steve, and holy shit he's even hotter in real life

and a little scene because i'm nice like that:

"i thought you'd be taller." steve chuckled, the fabric of his shirt tightening around his bicep as he lifted the beer to his lips, not once taking his eyes off danny as he sipped the cool beverage. "something about the confident tone in your voice, i suppose. not that i mind."

danny rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his slacks. "i thought you'd be hotter." he replied as nonchalantly as possible, though the smirk that spread on steve's lips told him he had failed.

the pilot, however, simply leaned closer, lips by danny's ear as he whispered. "we both know that's a lie."

onto idea number two;

(i might switch it all up and have steve be the one who's abducted when i get around to writing this, and have it be some sort of revenge mission against danny tbh)

day of death. danny is snatched as they work a case. the scene is chaotic, there's been a shoot out, and people are running everywhere, and danny was just there and the next second he's not.

and steve fucking loses it.

see, danny's strong and danny's just as good of a fighter as steve, he knows this, but it's danny, his fucking danny. the case takes them to jersey. or, takes steve to jersey, and he rallies together some of danny's old co-workers, and works the case like it was a black op. danny's former colleagues are ... terrified, to say the least, but they see that danny's definitely got someone to keep him on his toes in hawaii, and while they're terrified, they're a little jealous of this headstrong navy seal – he's working with danny after all.

danny's abductor is a dumbass, really, who has been idolising a serial killer, and thinks kidnapping and killing a cop is his one big chance at doing something great. spoiler alert: it's not. that aside, he's marked danny. knocking the feisty detective out cold with a concoction of drugs, this guy's taking a needle and ink, and he has tattooed danny's day of death onto him, permanently etched it into his skin.

in the end, the dumbass really did underestimate danny's power, but he also did underestimate the lengths steve would go to, and its a happy ending because i wouldn't allow either one of the boys to get hurt and die.

anyway, there's also a bit there (a little similar to chen and bradford in the rookie) where steve goes on to tell danny that that tattoo should be a reminder of what he went through, and that he's alive. (and then you know, maybe he proceeds on showing danny just how alive he is–)

scene scene scene scene:

detective foltyn was the complete opposite of what steve had expected, based on the very little danny had told him of his years with the police in jersey. yet, as he strode around the table and immediately took to scanning out the little info steve had scraped together at that point, it was clear he meant business.

"who's got our guy?" he questioned, turning to steve with an expression that was anything but pleasant; an expression he quickly schooled as the navy seal shot him a face of his own.

"i was hoping you could help clear that out." steve growled, dropping a folder to the table with a heavy thud. "my boy's more than capable of taking care of himself, but he needs our help. so either you help me figure this out, or you're not helping out at all."

officer russell, on the other hand, was the softer of the two, and he met steve's eye with the utmost respect, almost bowing his head to show he was happy with being the subordinate of their little team. "commander, if i know the detective – foltyn, that is – as well as i think i do, i know he will be nothing but helpful in the search of detective sergeant williams."

"very well then." steve huffed out a sharp breath of air through his nostrils, before pulling out his phone to call up his real team who were still in hawaii. "let's get to work then. we have no time to lose."

and then for the third idea;

danny's the best reporter this paper's got. there is just something about his analytical way of looking at journalism, and it has earned both him and the paper a whole lot of awards and titles. the thing is, they work in teams; a reporter and a photographer. always a team. when danny's other half hands in her resignation, and gets a new job, danny has to find himself a new partner.

enter steve, the quiet photographer who has seen more horror in the world than anyone can imagine. he's new in town, and is offered a top-paying job as a videographer at the local news station – but there's a blond reporter at the paper who catches his attention, and he turns down the top paying job to weasel his way into the paper instead.

he's immediately signed on to be danny's partner, because of course you match the top-quality reporter with the top-quality photographer. the chief editor worries, though, because he's got a loud, hard-headed reporter and he's got a quiet, hard-headed photographer – but they work magic together.

it seems the paper truly comes alive again, and it seems like steve comes alive again, at the same time as danny finds some of that peace he's always sought from his work.

and it's super cliché, but let's face it, we all love a good cliché.

and a little scene for that:

danny crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall as steve got to work. he was quiet, only giving directions using a very few words, and he worked quicker than danny had ever seen anyone else working. yet, he never made any of the people they met feel uncomfortable. as aloof as steve was, there was just something so warm about him, something that drew people in.

they had butted heads, more than once, but even then it was clear to danny that they were only pushing each other, making each other better, and while danny had loved working with his former partner, it couldn't even compare to the joyous challenge that was working with steve – and he was grateful that he chief editor had seen it this way, too.

he tilted his head as steve turned to look at him, a quizzical look on the photographer's face. "i think i'm nearing done here, but is there any kind of photos you specifically have in mind for your article?"

danny shook his head, a grin spreading on his lips. "no, i'm good. i think we've already established on multiple occasions that you seem to know exactly what i want and need."

[padmsanakin]

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tales of the miraculous— a twin au version of miraculous with a few tweaks and pv concepts. basically, very self indulgent.

excerpt from episode iv, love fighter

There was a clang as if something— or rather, someone— was jabbing something onto the metal of the manhole. There was a piercing, scratching, creaking noise.

Chat Noir’s eyes flattened over his head as Ladybug winced.

It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Felix felt like his tympanum was going to rupture.

Scritch.

Scritch.

Clang.

Something had broken through the manhole. Ladybug jumped almost immediately, alert.

A beam of light appeared as Chat Noir looked at it as if it were offending him. The manhole shattered into shards of metal and sploshed into the sewer water. Ladybug’s heart sputtered to a stop.

“We’ve got to leave! Now!” Ladybug grabbed Felix and Chat Noir one arm each and raced forward, water splashed at her feet and it was pungent. But she had no time to be disgusted.

Chat Noir grabbed a couple of small stones from the pavement and started throwing it at the minions to slow them down. Ladybug picked up her speed as the sounds of bone cracking were louder. Her panic soared in her heart, chest tightening, and she couldn’t breathe again.

She needed to breathe.

She bumped into a pillar dividing the sewer into two, and the three of them plunged into the waters. Chat Noir started to swim, grabbing Felix and her by the collar. They resurfaced, Chat Noir gasping for air and golden curls flat and dripping with water.

“Chat!” Ladybug gasped, short of breath.

They waded through the water, and Felix’s face was twisted in pain. Ladybug helped the both of them to clamber onto the dry pavement. Felix collapsed on the floor, coughing and spitting out water.

the demons we’re made of — peacock felix au

excerpt from chapter 19

“What the fuck is that?” Carapace manages to ask, clamped under a chunk of stone. Rena Rouge manages to lift up the stone just enough for the green hero to scramble away before the creature screeches again. They duck, clamping their palms against their ears as the monstrous beast tears another chunk of stone from a stone column with its bare claws and hurls it towards the three heroes.

“I’m just as confused as you are.” Rena Rouge winces, removing her hands from her ears. Carapace creates a shield around them. The debris bounces off and crashes into an empty building, creating a smoking hole on the wall. The giant griffin-like creature takes flight, letting out another sonic scream that uproots buildings and causes buildings to tumble down. The heroes try their best to evacuate civilians away from danger, ushering them away from the battlefield into safe places in the city.

“I swear to-” Carapace spits as the creature’s talons sink through his suit, crimson leaking through and staining its claws. He throws his shield towards the creature’s face as it lets out a great screech, relinquishing its grip on him. He rolls away as the creature roars in anger, letting out another sonic screech that reverberates throughout the city. The shattered glass on shop windows and buildings splinter further as cracks run across the ground, creating large craters. Queen Bee hops onto the creature's back, activating her Venom, but it stands up on its hind legs, causing the superheroine to fall backwards. Rena Rouge lunges to save her as her Venom stings the ground.

Lila x Gorgeous Nathan From the Gym Club snippet written back in May. What it says on the tin.

excerpt from google docs

“Felix?” Nathan’s growl is low, as a dapple of Parisian lights cast over his eyes.

“Ah, ah, is that jealousy I hear?” To Lila, Nathan’s thoughts are transparent as if they were showcased in a clear, glass display box, and Nathan hates that.

“No,” Nathan snaps and shakes her hand off his forearm. “Felix can never compare to me.”

Lila stares at him, lips parted slightly, but Nathan doesn’t find her piercing gaze uncomfortable.

“The problem with Felix is that he doesn’t have a one track vision like you,” Lila grabs his chin, manicured nails digging lightly. “He doesn’t see the light, and that’s frankly his problem.”

Her breath mingles with his, warm and wet on his face. Her olive green eyes are seemingly endless, and Nathan is left breathless. Her lips look succulent and moist as her finger traces his lips. The urge to kiss her becomes louder and louder, and she leans in closer than ever. Her knees are on his thighs as Nathan’s hands find purchase on the curve of her waist.

They kiss.

[a465161]

How to Book Flights for a Ski Trip

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Planning a ski trip involves more than just choosing the right destination and packing your gear. One of the crucial aspects of any travel plan, especially for a ski adventure, is booking flights. Whether you're headed to the slopes of the Rockies, the Alps in Europe, or the backcountry in Japan, mastering the art of flight booking can make your journey smoother and more enjoyable. This guide will walk you through everything you need to know about booking flights for a ski trip, from choosing the best airports to finding the most affordable deals.

Understanding Your Destination and Timing

The first step in booking flights for a ski trip is understanding your destination and the best time to visit. Ski resorts around the world have different peak seasons, which can significantly affect flight prices. For example, resorts in the Northern Hemisphere are busiest during winter months like December to February, while Southern Hemisphere resorts peak from June to August. Understanding these seasonal variations allows you to plan your trip accordingly.

Choosing the Right Airport

Selecting the nearest airport to your ski destination can save you time and money. Larger resorts often have airports nearby that cater specifically to ski tourists, offering convenient shuttle services directly to the slopes. Researching alternative airports nearby can sometimes yield cheaper flights or more flexible travel options, especially if you're willing to rent a car or use public transportation to reach your final destination.

Timing Your Flight Booking

Timing is crucial when booking flights for a ski trip. Generally, booking well in advance—ideally three to six months ahead of your travel dates—can secure lower prices, especially during peak ski season. Airlines often release their cheapest seats early, so setting fare alerts and monitoring prices can help you snag the best deals. Flexibility in your travel dates can also be advantageous, as flying mid-week or outside of peak travel times can result in significant savings.

Utilizing Flight Comparison Tools

To find the best flight deals, leverage online flight comparison tools and search engines. Websites like Google Flights, Skyscanner, and Kayak allow you to compare prices across multiple airlines and booking platforms effortlessly. These tools often feature fare calendars that highlight the cheapest days to fly, making it easier to plan your trip around budget-friendly options.

Considering Package Deals

Package deals that combine flights, accommodations, and sometimes even lift tickets can offer substantial savings for ski trips. Travel agencies, online booking platforms, and ski resorts themselves often provide these bundled options, which can streamline your planning process and reduce overall costs. Keep an eye out for seasonal promotions and flash sales, particularly during off-peak times.

Loyalty Programs and Airline Rewards

Frequent flyers and members of airline loyalty programs can capitalize on accumulated miles and points to offset travel expenses. Signing up for newsletters and alerts from airlines can notify you of exclusive deals and promotions, including bonus mile opportunities or discounted fares specific to ski destinations. Additionally, using travel credit cards that offer rewards for airline purchases can further enhance your savings.

Understanding Baggage Policies

Ski trips typically involve bulky equipment like skis, snowboards, and boots, which can impact your baggage allowance and fees. Familiarize yourself with the baggage policies of your chosen airline, as charges for oversized or overweight items can quickly add up. Some airlines offer specific allowances or discounted rates for sports equipment, so it's worth researching these details in advance to avoid surprises at the airport.

Finalizing Your Booking

Once you've found the ideal flight itinerary at the right price, complete your booking promptly to secure your seats. Pay attention to the details, including any optional extras like seat selection or additional baggage, to avoid unexpected costs later. Double-check your travel dates, departure times, and airport terminals to ensure a smooth start to your ski adventure.

Conclusion

Booking flights for a ski trip involves strategic planning and attention to detail, but the rewards—breathtaking mountain views, fresh powder, and exhilarating slopes—are well worth the effort. By understanding your destination, timing your booking, and leveraging available tools and discounts, you can optimize your travel experience and maximize your budget for more time on the slopes.

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The Savvy Traveler's Guide to Flight Booking

In today's fast-paced world, where distant lands beckon with their allure, flight booking has become an essential skill for the modern traveler. Whether you're a seasoned globetrotter or a newbie explorer, mastering the art of finding the best flights can save you both time and money. With a plethora of options available online, it's crucial to navigate through the maze of deals, discounts, and fine print to ensure a smooth journey from departure to arrival. So, buckle up and get ready to embark on a journey through the savvy traveler's guide to flight booking.

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1. Plan Ahead, but Stay Flexible:

The golden rule of flight booking is to plan ahead. Generally, booking your flight well in advance can yield significant savings. Airlines often release their cheapest seats several months before departure, so keeping an eye on prices and snagging a deal early can pay off. However, flexibility is key. Sometimes last-minute deals can be surprisingly affordable, especially if you're willing to travel during off-peak times or take a connecting flight.

2. Use Flight Comparison Websites:

Gone are the days of calling multiple airlines or travel agents to compare prices. Today, numerous flight comparison websites and apps do the heavy lifting for you. Platforms like Skyscanner, Google Flights, and Kayak allow you to search for flights across multiple airlines and booking sites, giving you a comprehensive overview of available options. They often include handy features like price alerts, fare calendars, and flexible date searches, making it easier to find the best deals.

3. Be Mindful of Hidden Fees:

While scoring a cheap fare is undeniably satisfying, it's essential to be aware of hidden fees that can quickly inflate the total cost of your ticket. Budget airlines, in particular, are notorious for charging extra for amenities like seat selection, baggage, and onboard refreshments. Before clicking that "Book Now" button, carefully review the airline's fee structure and consider whether any add-ons are worth the extra cost. Sometimes, opting for a slightly pricier ticket with a full-service carrier can actually save you money in the long run.

4. Consider Alternative Airports:

When searching for flights, don't limit yourself to major airports. Sometimes flying into or out of a nearby regional airport can result in significant savings. Additionally, smaller airports are often less crowded and more manageable, reducing the hassle of navigating through crowds and long security lines. Just be sure to factor in any additional transportation costs to reach your final destination, and weigh the overall convenience against potential savings.

5. Utilize Frequent Flyer Programs and Rewards Credit Cards:

If you're a frequent traveler, joining a loyalty program or using a rewards credit card can unlock a treasure trove of perks and benefits. Many airlines offer frequent flyer programs that allow you to earn miles or points every time you fly, which can later be redeemed for free flights, upgrades, or other rewards. Similarly, co-branded credit cards often come with sign-up bonuses, complimentary lounge access, and accelerated earning rates on travel-related purchases. Just be sure to read the fine print and understand any annual fees or restrictions associated with these programs.

6. Clear Your Browser Cookies:

Believe it or not, some airlines and booking sites use cookies to track your browsing history and may adjust prices accordingly. To avoid falling victim to dynamic pricing algorithms, consider clearing your browser cookies or using private browsing mode when searching for flights. This can help ensure that you're seeing the most accurate and unbiased prices available, rather than inflated rates based on your past searches.

7. Be Strategic with Timing:

Timing is everything when it comes to snagging the best flight deals. While there's no one-size-fits-all answer, certain days of the week and times of the day tend to offer lower fares. Mid-week flights are often cheaper than those on weekends, as are early morning or late-night departures. Additionally, booking during off-peak travel seasons can result in more competitive prices. Keep an eye out for flash sales, fare wars, and other promotions that can further sweeten the deal.

8. Don't Forget About Travel Insurance:

Last but not least, don't overlook the importance of travel insurance. While it may seem like an unnecessary expense, travel insurance can provide invaluable peace of mind in case of unexpected events such as trip cancellations, flight delays, or medical emergencies. Be sure to read the policy details carefully to understand what's covered and what's not, and consider purchasing a policy that offers comprehensive coverage for your specific needs.

In conclusion, mastering the art of flight booking is a skill that every savvy traveler should strive to cultivate. By planning ahead, using comparison websites, being mindful of hidden fees, and leveraging loyalty programs, you can maximize your chances of finding the best deals and enjoying a stress-free journey. So, whether you're jetting off on a spontaneous adventure or embarking on a meticulously planned itinerary, follow these tips to soar to new heights with confidence and ease.

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Streamlining Your Space - 10 Must-Have Home Smart Gadgets

Introduction:

In the age of smart technology, our homes are becoming increasingly connected, efficient, and convenient. From managing household tasks to enhancing security and entertainment, smart gadgets are transforming the way we live. In this guide, we'll explore 10 must-have home smart gadgets that streamline your space, making daily life easier and more enjoyable nerdknowbetter.

Smart Thermostat:

A smart thermostat learns your heating and cooling preferences, adjusts temperatures automatically, and can be controlled remotely via smartphone apps. By optimizing energy usage, it saves money on utility bills while keeping your home comfortable.

Smart Lighting System:

Smart bulbs and lighting systems offer customizable lighting options, including color-changing capabilities and dimming features. They can be controlled through voice commands or smartphone apps, allowing you to set the perfect ambiance for any occasion.

Smart Security Camera:

Keep an eye on your home with smart security cameras that offer HD video surveillance, motion detection, and two-way audio communication. Some models even feature facial recognition and integration with smart home security systems for added peace of mind.

Smart Doorbell:

Enhance home security with a smart doorbell that provides live video streaming of your doorstep, motion detection alerts, and two-way communication with visitors. With features like night vision and cloud storage, you can monitor your home's entrance from anywhere.

Smart Lock: Upgrade to a smart lock for keyless entry and enhanced security. Smart locks allow you to lock and unlock your door remotely using smartphone apps or voice commands, as well as provide temporary access codes for guests or service providers.

Smart Smoke Detector:

Protect your home and loved ones with a smart smoke detector that sends alerts to your smartphone in case of fire or carbon monoxide detection. Some models also feature self-testing capabilities and integration with other smart home devices for automated responses in emergencies.

Smart Plugs:

Turn any ordinary appliance into a smart device with smart plugs. These Wi-Fi-enabled plugs allow you to remotely control power outlets, schedule on/off times, and monitor energy usage, helping you save energy and reduce utility costs.

Smart Speaker:

Bring voice-controlled convenience to your home with a smart speaker like Amazon Echo or Google Home. These devices not only play music and answer questions but also act as central hubs for controlling other smart home devices through voice commands.

Smart Vacuum Cleaner:

Keep your floors clean effortlessly with a robot vacuum cleaner that navigates through your home, avoiding obstacles and automatically adjusting cleaning modes. With scheduling features and app control, you can maintain a tidy home without lifting a finger.

Smart Kitchen Appliances:

Upgrade your kitchen with smart appliances like refrigerators, ovens, and coffee makers that offer advanced features such as remote monitoring, recipe suggestions, and voice commands. These gadgets streamline meal preparation and make cooking more convenient than ever.

Conclusion:

In conclusion, integrating smart gadgets into your home can revolutionize the way you live, making everyday tasks more efficient, convenient, and enjoyable. From energy-saving thermostats to security-enhancing doorbells and entertainment-providing speakers, the possibilities are endless. By investing in these 10 must-have home smart gadgets, you can streamline your space, increase comfort, and embrace the future of smart living.