#holograms can touch each other

[tonycries]

Men In Uniform Do It Best! Dirty Lil' Secrets A Picture Lasts Long (But Not As Long As That D*ck) I'm Addicted, I Admit It! Give Me Tough Love Never Ever Seen This Before! We Don't Have No Babies! Like A Fever Bad Things (To You) Prettier When Messy!

ONE-SHOTS

Three's a Crowd (But Four...)

“So, are they like holograms? Or can you really touch them?” “Why? Trynna cop a feel, sweetheart?” In which you and your boyfriend find very unconventional uses for his powers.

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 1] [Part 2]

There were two things missing in the scene in front of you: 1. The aphrodisiac chocolate your friends had given as a gag gift last Christmas that had been hidden away in the back of your refrigerator. 2. Your dear fiancé.

Dream A Little Dream

For the strongest, it was a privilege to dream. Especially when his dream is you. 

Initiation!

“Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

One More? Please?

A kiss always solves everything! But when a kiss turns into something more…well, it’s only a desperate attempt to unseal yourselves from this damned prison realm, right? Right?

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers...

You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

Hope They Catch Us

When you’re on-screen, it’s always a rivalry to see who’s best - you just never thought that it would be the same struggle in bed.

Unmistakably Yours

In which the strongest bends space and time - literally - after coming back from deatḣ, to do what he’s always wanted to do - you.

LONGFICS

The Call

After an explosive fight with your boyfriend, you really should feel sorry about being swept up by the blue-eyed stranger at the club - but it’s so hard when he kisses you like that.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

He knows that you would be one of his favorite stories from his travels. And you know that you want nothing more than to stay by his side. After meeting an alluring cowboy at Ol’ Rustcliffe Saloon, both of you are sure of one thing - this must be fate.

Go For It, Gojo! [Part 1] [Part 2]

You wouldn’t fuck Gojo Satoru even if you were paid… …is what you thought exactly five minutes before you were shoved against the wall of this cramped closet, his face stuffed in your soaked panties.

Unhoneymooners!?

The universe was surely playing a joke on you. Here you were, trapped on a luxury getaway with your - dangerously handsome, extremely obnoxious - ex. Either you were going to kill each other or end up pinned beneath him, split apart on his cóck. You just didn’t know what would come first.

AITA For F*cking My Sugar Daddy's Son?!

When your sugar daddy just isn’t paying attention to you, can you really be blamed for fúcking his son? Especially when his son is absolutely obsessed with you.

Bad Boys Bring Roses

You’ve never dealt with the yakuza - not once. So why is the future head of the Gojo clan suddenly coming up to you, demanding that you marry him for 30 days?

ONE-SHOTS

Initiation!

“Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

Like An Animal

Of course Toji doesn’t want any more kids. Of course he’s lying as he stuffs your pretty cúnt full of his cúm for the third time tonight.

Whiskey, Neat, With a Side of You

When your date stands you up, you’re lucky that the hot bartender is more than happy to keep you company! 

Everybody Knows That I'm a Good Girl, Officers...

You don’t know what’s faster - how fast you were speeding down the highway, or how fast you’re on your knees for the hot officers that just so happen to pull you over.

LONGFICS

Government Hooker

With the fame and glory of being an international popstar comes the inevitable threat of an overzealous stalker. You just didn’t think that it would also come with a very sexy, buff bodyguard behind your every move.

ONE-SHOTS

Brooklyn Baby

Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.

Initiation!

“Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

Initiation!

“Just a small initiation, nothing too serious.” Couldn’t be too hard, right? So why are you - the all-new frat sweetheart - being pinned to the bed and stuffed full from all ends by your frat brothers?

LONGFICS

ONE-SHOTS

Welcome To The Itadori's!

Three times Choso really, really wanted to hold you without his family barging in, and the one time he actually does. 

LONGFICS

Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine)

When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

ONE-SHOTS

LONGFICS

Exes who... Love Is Blind “She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.” Wanna Do Bad Things To You I Wanna Get Freaky On Camera Lemme Ride, Baby! Can I Fill You Up, Baby? "Pull On It. Harder." Little Heaven

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE STRATEGY CALL

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. in which the stark racing f1 team talks about the 2025 strategy and beyond

content warnings. written in 3rd person

word count. 1.4k words

notes. with this chapter i wanted to involve a bit of politics and 'realistically' explain why stark racing won't immediately win a wdc (because with the whole set up, it would be possible). f1 are politics and no matter how many drivers say cash is king, connections have sometimes more worth

"welcome, everyone. thank you for tuning in", greets tony with a big smile on his face, spreading his arms as if going in for a hug.

"as you can see, i'm not currently with any departement, i'm doing the finishing touches in my own lab back in new york... since i don't want to drag anyone here to the US for meetings, we will proceed like this until january next year."

"now, i know it will be annoying with dragging your equipement with you and it's also unsafe, since you know... data secrets bla bla- so, in the next few days, each stark racing employee will receive the so called 'tactical intelligence glasses', which you can see me wearing. it's voice activated and can only be used by the one who sets it up, which will be you!" while speaking, tony fiddles with a pencil in his hand and starts walking around in his lab, showcasting it to every viewer.

"to cut things short, you'll receive a tutorial on how to use these glasses and set them up once you receive them. if you ever lose them, don't worry, we can track them. destroying them is pretty hard, but please don't try to make it a challange... our plan is to use them not only during meetings but also during the race, to keep our data from the cameras. with netflix, paparazzi and other cameras from the news, it's easy to steal data that shouldn't be accessible."

"alright then", he ends his ramblings with a clap, "we're going over the interesting part now. let's talk strategy..."

y/n let's her father's voice wash over her, her own glasses perched on her nose and feeding her constant information. in front of her are two holograms, projected by the hologram table in the meeting room she's currently in. the standing figure of her father and the presentation he's currently rattling off, all of it in a glowing blue.

next to her sits kevin, her future teammate, exhausted from the long 24 season but still paying attention. the rest of the room is filled with their team, the race engineers and trainers- each of them having their own glasses on.

to outsiders it looks like they're clowns, but it's a common sight in stark industries. decades ahead of the general public, stark stands for the future. of course they're trying to push it to the outer world, selling hologrammic equipement to both the industry but also private customers, but it's a slow progress.

the marketing team of SI hopes with their public use of the glasses and other devices they'll attract more customers, leaving the age of apple and samsung behind and instead welcoming the age of holograms. powered by starkanium, the production of phones, tablets, computers- anything really, is much cheaper and enviroment friendly than what's currently dominating the market.

shaking her head, y/n focuses on the presentation again. of course she knows it by heart already, she helped writing it, brooding over the strategy with the team ever since the team got announced.

"... the plan is to finish between 5th-3rd on the construction championship. not higher, not lower. we don't want to place higher, because this is our testing season. we will be practically sandbagging from the beginning, not revealing our true power for 2026."

yes... the construction championship. it will bring in money, not that they would need it, but it will justify the expenses they're going to make during the season to prepare for their second one. y/n is under no illusion, if they want, they could go all out and snag at least p2, if not p1. maybe she would even get her world championship- only then for everyone to say she won because she's driving a stark machine and not because of her own skill.

it sounds arrogant, she knows. but y/n believes, no, she doesn't only believe, she knows, she is one of the best in the whole world. if she can go against her father in an iron man suit, who can be only piloted by less than ten people in the world... winning in an f1 car is nothing.

but they've already made enemies for not waiting until 2026 like audi, 'enemies', who have much more pull within the motorsport world than them, simply because they're already established. christian horner is one, followed by toto wolff, the iconic red racing team not far behind.

with they're entry, they didn't make friends on the paddock, so for their first season... they can't be too good. or else their future seasons will be ruined.

it's stupid, to think like this, to think so far ahead, to think of others, in a sport where winning is everything. but it's not. cash and connections influence everything you do, how far you succeed. they have plenty of money, but are practically poor in connections. heck, even haas is better established than them.

they won't be, not after they're done after their first season. they will show the world, what stark racing is truly made of. and y/n will prove, that a woman can win.

"-bought data packs from previous seasons, dating back a whole decade, from mercedes and aston martin. cost a pretty penny, but data is everything. not to mention, after the big leak that happend in the middle of the season, we managed to grab enough data on all teams to calculate 3523 outcomes to this season. points, standings, anything." kevin wheezes at the number, which is followed by several data sheets. he gapes at the calculations, which predict another world championship for max 2064 times. all from the data they managed to collect.

"insane, right?", y/n whispers to kevin, who turns his head to her. his wide eyes make her snicker.

"welcome to stark racing, mate. just you wait until JARVIS and FRIDAY start feeding in new numbers and information." a muttered 'holy shit' is the only answer she gets and y/n has to snicker again. toto wolff once said something about formula one being war planning... well, he should know that stark industries and it's most brilliant minds know everything about war. be it on the market, by income or an actual alien invasion.

"we want to achieve at least one win, be it in a proper race or sprint, three podiums per driver and at least two fastest laps. and it will be possible", her father continues, pointing at a hologram of their car. it spins lazily in a circle, showing off it's aeorodynamic curves.

"this car is faster than the rb19, goes on par with the rb20. we don't know the upgrades from red bull, but another year and we can pretty much predict their stats for 2026. newey is predictable, all his upgrades point towards the perfection of the car, he focuses on what to make better and not invent something completely new. and if he does, he takes ages to prove it's better than what they had before. newey is brilliant, but he's no stark." there it is again, the facts of their rivals, taken apart and put back together to summerize their data in a few simple words.

"so, our motto for this season is testing, collecting data and improving for the next season. we're sandbagging, we're restricting ourselves. so if we ever do bad... we all know we could do much better. the engineering team will send first comparisons between the SR-1 and SR-2 out next week, y/n has already tested both cars in the sim, so we will have some data to read off."

"so, with that, we're pretty much done. thank you everyone for listening, i know for some it's very early right now, so if you have to read over the spark notes- JARVIS has put a summary of the most important information together, you'll receive the mail right after this converence. thank you again and welcome to stark racing, everyone!" claps fill the room and y/n takes off her glasses. it's exhausting to play mindgames like this, to calculate the desired outcome, but it will all come together.

hopefully, with her as a world champion, with the bold stark name on her back.

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

[sshadowritestoriess]

hello! could you write something with zen echo and ramattra (sorry if that's too many characters) with a human reader who kisses them even tho they don't really have a mouth, I'd like to know their reactions

Kissing robots is so good <3

Kissing Zenyatta

Kisses aren’t a display that surprises him, really!

It might have been pretty anticlimactic the first instance that you had press your lips to his faceplate, a gesture of which he gently leaned into and remained patiently still, until you pulled away

But he would still sometimes entertain you with a prized “oh!” as if he hadn’t expected it

He only apologized the first time for not being able to return the favor the same way, but he was delighted by receiving such a human affection! It pleases him immensely that you would demonstrate this kind of love as if he were human

The best he could do to reciprocate was to press his forehead against yours, lean carefully into your touch, or nudge his jaw against your cheek

He’d be ridiculously gentle doing these things, highly aware that he was of metal and that humans bruise quite easily.

When you would kiss him where he would have a mouth, he liked to respond with a verbal “mwah!” or other kiss sound

You both would also have a habit of blowing kisses to one another as well. He loves pretending to catch yours, and would feign placing it on his cheek before signing “I love you” with his hand

But he also liked to take your hands in his and press your knuckles to the nine lights of his forehead, feeling the warmth of his glow against your hands in his own means of returning the gesture

Sometimes he even asks for kisses, very politely. It’s hard to refuse (but why would you?)

Kissing Echo

Considering her face is just a hologram, you both occasionally forget that and share an amused moment when trying to kiss each other

Sometimes it’s definitely on purpose though! Feigning a kiss upon one another’s mouth with sweet smiles, and an especially elated giggle from Echo

Your one-sided kisses always make her gasp, an expressive look of joyous surprise on her face that leaves her mouth agape

She finds it so interesting, curious, and will lift to you her hands and turn her head from side to side asking “Can you do that here? And what about from here?”

So it’s not really a one-and-done— if you kiss her, you’re gonna end up doing quite a couple. She loves it very much

She doesn’t seem bothered that she can’t truly kiss you back, and if asked she’ll tell you “I think there’s something just as special about pretending!”

And it’s true. The make-believe gestures of affection are something very unique to her that may as well be real in its own way

Just because she couldn’t kiss you doesn’t mean she wasn’t. It may not be the same, but it felt no different than if she could. And it was fun, and worth her reactions

She could never bore of your kisses, nor tire of returning them.

Kissing Ramattra

Ramattra, on the other hand, would somehow end up shocked by your kisses every single time without fail. Subtly flinching as if you’d accidentally surprised him

He’d make a disgruntled noise after your display, but he’d never ask you to stop. He would, however, make sure now and again that you didn’t think he was going to be able to suddenly kiss you back one day

Sometimes he’d mutter something about “human gestures”, but it was hard to discern if it was bringing him offense or not. But again, he never told you he didn’t like it— and he was pretty open about telling you the things that brought him unease

It was more like he was just tolerating it for a while, but he’d eventually begin appreciating it

While he can’t kiss you, he does have a similar gesture that brings him a lot more satisfaction when you attempt to do the same

His specific model can summon a very brief vibration from behind the “mouth” of his faceplate, an old discreet means of communicating that uses the gentle buzz as something similar to Morse code. The pulses produce no sound, but emits a small encoded wave between omnics— like sending a text directly into someone’s mind

It wasn’t a language any human could decipher, but he’d press his ‘mouth’ to your neck or cheek and speak a quick note of affection there, anyway.

You seemed to understand it was loving. And when one day he’d tucked his face into your shoulder and his faceplate pulses ticklishly against your skin again, he was suddenly ecstatic when you leaned your throat against his head and hummed quickly, in the same rhythm he did, mocking his gesture

So, technically, you were telling him you loved him back by repeating his ‘message’, and you had no idea.

He wouldn’t admit a thing to you, but you could tell it made him pretty happy.

And while he preferred his version of “kisses” to yours, he would never turn down your ways of showing him that you loved him

[runa-falls]

Hi em! Could you please recommend some Miguel O'Hara fics?🤤 (I've been watching the spiderman movie for the third time and omg each time I find him hotter than before

OF COURSE BABES!!!

one shots:

impatient - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

summary: miguel needs to see you in his office, immediately

thaw - @campingwiththecharmings

summary: being a leader isn't easy, and sometimes even spider-man needs someone else to take the lead

touch-a, touch-a, touch me - @dimepdf

summary: no matter how many times you try to convince yourself that Miguel is the bane of your existence, the way you react during training proves otherwise.

sex pollen - @xbellaxcarolinax

request (by my baby mona): okay but imagine sex pollen with miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

honey-sweet - @fettuccin-e

summary: you're far too sweet for him. he's determined not to ruin you, despite the fact that he seems to ruin everything, and everything about you just seems to make his fantasies worse. but one night can change everything, apparently, when miguel finally sees how completely not sweet you can be.

size kink - yours truly

summary: miguel is so big, he could only slide against your pussy during the first few months of dating you 😵‍💫

(pumpkin) cream pie - most recent fic out

summary: miguel + whipped cream. what could go wrong?

ANGST + SMUT:

if you liked my (high key upsetting) angsty smut

check out this fic by @cherryberry-sugarandspice

series:

always yours, never mine [DARK] - @melodygatesauthor

summary: in every universe there's a version of you that exists. in some of those universes, you're in love with me; in others, you don't even know my name. none of it matters though, because when i find you, i will have you, i'll make you love me, and i will never lose you again.

halo pt 1 + 2 - @missdictatorme

summary: you are an AI designed by miguel. he gave you a unique voice, one he knew he would like listening to. he didn't really gave much thought to how you looked like when he made you a hologram form, he just choose a random picture of a woman from the internet. what happens when you ask for permission to design your own look?

[violetarks]

"i like you, i like you, i like you!"

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan, luka

summary: in an attempt to make the new season of alien stage even more riveting, the pr team has decided to stage a relationship between you and one of the other contestants. despite it all being for show, can you two really keep it strictly business?

warnings: g/n! reader,, fake dating lmao, till has never seen someone else's back before, LUKA IS 30-YEARS-OLD????, you two share a room in till and ivan's, luka is condescending in his

↣ till

flashing lights from cameras and yells to 'look over here' are tiring to you now. while you were accustomed to it, being a model and all, you found this limelight to be much different. 'alien stage' wasn't like your job. and your guardian seemed far less hesitant to sign away your life than you would've hoped.

you hooked your arm around till's, standing in front of the back drop with 'alien stage' written in patterns on it. your 'boyfriend' was never one for this kind of thing, whereas it was your specialty. putting on a gentle smile and standing still for the audience was all you were made out to be. till couldn't help but squirm beside you, hands in his pockets and his face scrunched up in irritation.

"this freakin' sucks." he grumbles to you as more yells go out to you two and the other contestants.

"we'll be back in our rooms in a few minutes." you retort, not sparing at look at him. you only slide your arm to rest against his hip, pulling him taut against your side.

he squeaks, feeling his face heat up at the touch. but at the empty look in your eyes and the faux smile, he groans, placing his own arm around your shoulders lazily.

a reporter begs you forward, and one of the pr managers nods at you. you sigh softly, leading till towards them. they speak in a different tongue, and the tablet they provide give you real-time translations, showing up in holograms. a camera is shoved into your face and till scoffs, pushing it further from him.

"how long have you two been together for?"

"four months." you respond, brain reading off a script. you look to till, who suddenly looks back at you. your smile is superficial, but you hold his arm with urgency. "isn't that right?"

"yeah." he replies shortly.

"how have you been encouraging each other for this season?"

"we practice every day together." you say, tilting your head a little. your signature smile earns some more camera flashes. till can barely see, making his cover his vision with a hiss.

"any fear that you two might be facing each other?"

you freeze up for a moment, swallowing your nerves. you're running through every line possible, what was the answer? did you remember what you needed to say? why were you now drawing a blank? "well, thats—"

till drags you by your arm, taking you way from the reporter before scoffing out, "not a chance."

the walk down the carpet, behind mizu, sua and ivan, consisted of more flashes and calls. you don't answer them, only walking beside till and grinning at every reporter you see. this brand deal with some few names depended on you. meanwhile, till was showing them all his index finger, mouthing curse words at everyone who looked his way.

you have your arm around his waist again, and he wraps his around your shoulder. you look to him for a split second to see him already looking at you.

the doors close behind you two as you enter your shared room. two beds, two bathrooms, pretty much two different bedrooms, just meshed into one. till's one is to the left, and he flops onto it, not even bothering to rid himself of his clothes. you, on the other hand, open your closet.

"thanks." you say, breaking the silence as you unbutton your top.

till lifts his head to see you facing your closet instead of him. the sight of your bare back makes his face the ceiling again, red face. you don't notice, instead continuing to change into comfortable clothes.

"it's nothin'." he retorts, hands behind his head as he rests on his bed. you let out a hum, pulling a shirt over your head to cover your stomach. he finally looks back to you. "you don't get tired of all these questions, or do you just like hearing your own voice?"

he's been like this ever since you were little, teasing you and all. while you entertained him, teasing him back, you grew older and soon lost that part of you when you were adopted into the real world. till would rarely see you after that, only on billboards. it would be a lie to say that one of the few reasons he didn't oppose to joining alien stage is to see you again.

he doesn't know whether you feel the same about him. he can't tell from the way you act with him in public, all clingy and happy, compared to how you are in private. have you always been this distant?

"of course i get tired." you reply, changing into your sweatpants. your head hurts. "but they think it's better if i talk than if you do."

"tch." he clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as you close your closet door, "whatever..."

you go quiet again, rubbing your face, as you hear till get up from his bed. you continue to get ready for bed and you assume he's going to change his clothes and do the same as he ruffles through his closet. but after a few seconds you come back into the room, he's laying on your bed, resting his head upon your pillow. you look to him as you turn off the bathroom light.

"what? 's cold." he's wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts.

"right." you scoff, shaking your head. you blink at him, slight smile on your lips with upturned brows. he furrows his own brows and pout his lips as he turns to the wall. your stupid face...

you turn off the lights to your shared room, sliding into the bed. you can hear till's breathing and how he swallows his nerves. his back is nearly touching your shoulder. it wasn't a small bed, a queen size, but till was laying right in the middle and you didn't like being right against the edge. you face the ceiling, listening to him.

he doesn't know what to do. he's slept in your bed with you before. it always feels the same; it's always awkward. this is the closest he ever gets to you.

till is more than surprised when he feels your hands snake around his waist, pulling yourself to mold against him. your warm transfers to his back and your legs nudge against his. with your head against his shoulder, he's sure that you can hear his pacing heart.

"are you still cold?" you question, breath hitting the back of his neck. he shivers in your arms, making you hold him a little more taut against him. "i, uh... i don't want you to get sick."

"n—no." he stammers, breathing heavier. he's staring into the faded outline of the bedside table with your lamp and your headphones, trying to calm his heart. "thank you. you feel nice."

"really?" you hum out, hair tickling his neck. your lips brush against his skin at how close you are to him.

he shivers again and he mutters out, "sh—shut up! go to sleep!"

you go quiet after that, and till almost believes you listened to him. but your sudden movement to sit up behind him makes him turn his head to face you. except he catches the outline of your face, leaning close to his own. he has no time to react before you're pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.

he's still, unable to move at how close you are to him. your chest is pressed against his, hand on the other side of the bed. till holds his breath, eyes wide as you barely kiss him.

when you pull away, he's staring at your figure. he doesn't know how you really feel, but maybe it's similar to how he does. before you can say anything, till's arms are wrapping around your neck and pulling you down.

you lay on your side, facing till and he hugs you to his chest. he's on his side as well, nose buried in your hair as he squeezes his eyes shut. due to your position, you can hear his heartbeat pumping as fast as it can. you chuckle, pulling your arms around him and feeling him shiver.

you chuckle, hugging him again, "goodnight, till."

"night, y/n." he sighs out. you were too much.

↣ ivan

"another photoshoot?" you sigh, looking away from the city-scape in your window. ivan, with his arms crossed against the wall, nods his head. you roll your eyes, eyes to the window again. "i'm not going."

"there's no debate." he retorts, shaking his head. he lifts himself from his position, moving to the clothes set on your separate beds. unzipping the bag, he sees the dark red material inside. this was just for the public view, not for the shoot itself. still, it was so... 'out there'.

you look at him, knit brows. "are you being serious?"

"you better hurry, we have to be at makeup in thirty minutes." he tells you, unbuttoning his collared shirt, "you don't want them to drag you out, do you?"

you click your tongue, getting up from your chair and marching towards your bed. ivan followed your movements with his eyes, turning to see you still annoyed as you roughly open the clothes. "stupid brand deals... why are you so freakin' popular, ivan?"

he sighs at your question, looking at you with pointed eyes, "you always complain."

you glare back at him before you both turn around and start changing. it's not long before you're ready and you have to be escorted by the guards to your photoshoot with some new designer brand. the ride down in the glass elevator shows you the crowd outside waiting for your arrival. the guards in front of you shield you from the flashes as soon as you land on your floor and walk outside.

ivan holds his head up high, showing a soft smile and waves at the fans and paparazzi. he wasn't afraid of the fame, it was just a product of how hard work. glancing down at you, he sees how you glare at the floor, clutching at the fabric around your wrist.

he internally groans, slipping a hand through yours and tugging you to stand closer to him. you make a small noise, bumping shoulders with him. "just relax." he whispers to you, giving you a smile that makes you feel a bit belittled, "we'll be in our ride soon. smile."

you glare at him a little before squeezing his hand, turning to the cameras and giving your most comfortable smile possible right now. with both you and ivan showing off your faces, the flashes doubled. it blinds you, and you're almost thankful for the car taking you to your photoshoot as it separates you from the public.

"ugh." you grunt, rubbing your eyes after dropping ivan's hand, "i'm gonna' lose my sight. i'm... i'm actually crying from how bright their lights are."

he glances at you, leaning his arm against the window. you were literally tearing up from the bright lights. ivan raises a brow before reaching forward towards you with his free hand.

"you're fine, stop whining." he huffs, brushing your tears with his thumb. he begs you to look at him, fingers guiding your chin to face him. you drop your own hands from your face, showing your irritated face. "don't look at me like that."

"i'm not doing anything." you claim with the same expression, letting him hold your face in his hand now. he was somewhat warm, even with the gloves he was wearing.

"right." he hums to you, bringing you closer. you let out a scoff as you shift closer to him, one hand grasping at his wrist and the other pressed against the cushion of the seat. your loose hold on him doesn’t do much.

ivan can feel your cheeks heat up under his touch, but your annoyed look stays. “don’t ruin your pretty face like that.”

you blink at him before pulling away, clicking your tongue, “shut your mouth.”

he watches as you face the window, crossed arms. it was cute how you played this act no matter what. ivan knows when people like him, it’s a skill he had acquired from being so popular. and he knows that you don’t hate him.

when getting into the photoshoot, ivan walks in front of you, having been here a thousand times before. the other individuals of all different space races stop to stare at you. ivan’s partner. you’ve never had a photoshoot done before.

you hold into the edge of ivan’s sleeve, walking close with him. you look around at everyone, accidentally bumping into ivan’s back for the lack of attention you were paying. he’s talking to who is probably the director, explaining to him what was going to happen. you understand very little, but you hear your name and suddenly feel another hand on your elbow.

“ivan.” you mutter out, now clutching onto his hand tightly. he looks back to you and the stylist asking you to come along. you look scared, not wanting to go alone.

he talks to the director for a moment before nodding at you. “let’s go. we have an hour before the shoot begins.” he says, holding your hand gently and leading you to the change rooms.

you are given your outfit not long after, the stylist setting up a divider so you can have privacy. ivan sits on the sofa on the other side, leg over his knee and an arm resting on the back of the couch as he waits for you.

when he hears you stop shuffling around, he listens closely. “ivan…?” you call quietly.

“i’m here.” he retorts. he watches as you step out from the divider and show your outfit. it fit you nicely, you looked breath-taking, yet you stand there nervously. he stands, clearing his throat and walking over to you. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. he finds himself staring. “it looks good.”

you look at yourself in the mirror. “i don’t know.”

he stands behind you, peering at your expression in the mirror. “you look amazing.”

you stare at him for a moment before you sigh, “okay. you can go ahead—“

ivan presses a kiss to your cheek, lingering for a moment before pulling away slowly. he doesn't know what came over him, he's never acted out like this. but you were just so captivating in that moment, how could he not kiss you?

you seem just surprised as he feels. you turn to face him, palm resting against where he kissed you.

“ivan—!” you mumble out, your face unbearably hot. he smiles a little before the stylist and makeup artist come in.

they talk with ivan for a moment before handing him his outfit and gesturing to the divider. he gives you a nod before you are whisked away to a joint room, where your makeup would be done.

your eyes never leave ivan, not until he goes behind the divider. and now you have to sit and get your makeup done while your mind is running.

↣ luka

he loves the attention he got on stage. the way his singing was appreciated was like nothing he had ever gotten. the press was always on luka, being a past alien stage winner. and since you were assigned as his partner, that meant all eyes were on you too.

you knew who he was, he was all over the billboards and the tv back at home. you were surprised when you saw him in real life, and even more-so when you found out that you were going to be his 'partner' in order to up the popularity in alien stage's new season.

sure, you had your fair share of popularity as well, but did that really make you the best candidate for this task? at first you were afraid of messing it up, but now? you wish they would fire you.

"singing is everything, y/n." luka says to you, watching as you put the mic back on its stand.

the stadium is nearly empty, which is perfect for you and luka as it was time for the both of you to practice and the stage was the best place. however, you despised the camera crew that had to come along. luka was in the middle of filming this documentary based off the behind the scenes of his shows. since alien stage was his most recent, and you happened to have struck a deal with the producers, that meant you were also going to be in this.

you glance at the camera as it zooms in on luka, sitting in the chair directly in front of the stage. he continues on, "you need to practice those runs, sweet thing. we don't want to be pitchy, now, do we?"

you want to throw the mic stand at his stupid face. he was so condescending, showing off his fake smile as if to lighten the blow of saying you were 'pitchy'. you click your tongue, masking your irritation with a nod of your head.

"good." he replies, clapping his hand, "now, shall we take it from the top?"

you internally groan at him. he had made you run through the song three times already, and it wasn't dwelling well on you. "why don't you start practicing, luka? my voice is about to give out." you offer, rubbing your throat.

he thinks for a moment before looking to the camera. "i suppose i can show off a little now." he sends a wink, as if to swoon anyone watching. you roll your eyes and head off the stage.

the camera pans to the both of you in the single frame. luka hands you your drink bottle, standing from the seat and allowing you to rest on it. as you sit down, you stretch your neck, closing your eyes.

luka reaches a hand around and cradles the back of your head. it's supposed to be comforting, but the feeling of the camera on you makes it the opposite. he has this dazed look in his eyes when he stares at you. a few seconds later, he seems to snap back to reality, opting to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead. "rest up, my star."

you watch as he gets up on the stage, fixing the microphone to his height. luka begins his warm-ups and vocal runs, and the camera suddenly turns to you.

"what do you have to say about luka's singing?" the director asks you.

"he's talented for sure." you respond, opening your drink bottle, "he knows what he's good at and excels at it. luka's got a beautiful singing voice and he uses it very well. like his falsetto, not many male contestants can hit his notes comfortably. he uses that to his advantage."

the camera lingers on you as you turn back to luka, who has started his music up.

it was all from a script, luka had given you clear instructions to say those things. you were hesitant at first, thinking you should be honest, but after seeing how strict it was that luka have a good reputation, you decided it was best just to listen to him. in return, he said he would hold back on the passive-aggressiveness. that seemed like a lie now.

an hour or so later, the others leave, claiming that they had more than enough footage for the day. it was good to leave you two alone to practice, not having to act with the cameras up.

you sit on the edge of the stage, utterly exhausted with your legs dangling on the edge. your drink bottle is beside you, and you gulp the rest of it down. luka stretches his back as he stands up from the chair, letting out a sigh of relief.

"well done, maybe you have a chance of winning this." he claims, walking towards you, "don't worry, just do your best, lovely."

he comes to stand in between your legs, hands on top of both of your knees. you glance at him finally, raising a brow. he was being somewhat nice to you, despite there being no cameras on around you. you give one last look around the stadium. "y'know there's no cameras. you can drop it."

luka grins, tilting his head. "i'm not acting, good-looking. you don't think i'm telling the truth?"

the smile he has on his face tells you the opposite. he has that look on his face when he's playing around or when he's trying to seem like a charmer to the audience. you've seen luka when he's not like this. you've seen him lash out, frustrated and on the brink of tears. and you've seem him in a way that just looks blank. this facade he carries around annoys you to the core, because you know nobody else has seen this side of him. they think he's a prince.

"you never compliment me out of the good of your heart." you reply, glaring at him a little. he raises a brow.

he holds your chin in his hand, bringing you closer to him. with a small grunt, you obey, furrowed brows. "such an adorable thing like you shouldn't be thinking that way." he claims, smiling at how annoyed you are, "i just love seeing you flustered."

you push his hand away from you, closing your eyes. "shut up, luka."

he doesn't reply to you which is odd. opening your eyes again, you see that he looks almost upset at what you say. at the kicked puppy expression, you go to apologise when luka suddenly leans forward, capturing your lips against his own.

you freeze up, blinking in surprise at his actions. you let his hand go and luka rests it against your neck, pulling you closer towards him. you ultimately melt against luka, reaching a hand to his chest and clutching his shirt. you begin to kiss back without thinking. his lips are cold, much like his fingers are, but with your warmth they heat up.

it lasts only a few seconds before he pulls away, letting go of your neck and resting his hand against yours on his chest. he sees your stunned expression and chuckles, "i'm sorry, love, am i too much for you to handle? you look the cutest when you're all confused like this."

you cover your face, all about embarrassed now. "luka...!"

he laughs some more, bringing you closer and cradling you against him as you sit on the stage. you're so humiliated, how could he catch you like that?

regardless, you slip your hands from between the two of you and hug his waist. while luka might play this game for the publicity and his reputation, you couldn't say the same. you hate to admit it, but in this world, it's nice to have someone who holds you like this. even if it is someone like luka.

[janamelie]

Ace Thought

Ace is so dramatically different to our Rimmer in some obvious ways that their similarities get less attention. To me, the thing which really drives home that they ARE the same person is their stubbornness. OK, pigheadedness to the point of insanity.

Our Rimmer spends decades "studying" a subject which the "Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers" novel specifically tells us he has zero interest in or ability for, and fails an ever-increasing number of times. Does he decide to instead pick a different subject like say cookery (like Lister) which he might actually pass? Does he smeg.

Ace is equally determined not to let anything stand in the way of a given objective, hence his incredulity that our Rimmer hasn't already set his mind to repairing Starbug's engine in "Dimension Jump".

Well, they're the same person, aren't they? If he, Ace, can repair it with a broken arm and hanging upside down in a howling storm (albeit with Lister's help) and THEN perform surgery to save Cat's leg and THEN teach Kryten to play the piano BEFORE stitching up his own broken arm without anaesthetic, why is our Rimmer letting a little thing like being dead get in his way?

In the "Backwards" novel our Rimmer points out that he's a soft-light hologram who can't touch anything but even then Ace counters that he actually can via his light bee - with difficulty, but it's possible.

Honestly, it's both sad and hilarious how their very different outlooks on life obscures the fact that they are still very much the same person, and doomed to never like or understand each other.

[silverskye13]

"Do you believe in the gods, Pix?"

The archeologist chuckles, and continues adjusting measurements on his hologram projector. "You trying to convert me, Joel?"

The god of Stratos waves his hand dismissively, and though Pix isn't looking at his face, he can almost feel an the eye roll as clouds briefly wink over the sun. "Obviously you believe in me. If you didn't, we wouldn't be talking right now."

"Ah."

"I mean the old ones. You know." Joel waves a hand vaguely the direction of the ruined capital. "The absent ones."

Pix pauses in his work to turn and look past the bridge. The burnished gold of the tip of one of the angel's wings is all he can see over the hillside gates, but he knows the goddess is there. He memorized every curve and angle of that monument when he'd found it. It was... An impressive statue. He turns back to his projector and keys in a few more measurements, trying to get the height of the road just right.

"I don't know."

"Oh. Well I suppose you wouldn't." Joel shrugs at Pix's questioning glance. "You're human."

There is a moment where they're silent. Pix works keys a few buttons, adjusting the placement of his projection, and Joel watches, arms crossed like a sentinel. He doesn't help Pix. Not really. Joel isn't really that kind of god. He bestows gifts and blessings, but he reserves his hands for his people and his whims. But Pix didn't invite the god here to build. He doesn't mind reconstructing this old capital by himself. Joel does, however, grunt disapprovingly every time Pix places the structure wrong, and flick his eyes a little to the left, and Pix takes the hint and adjusts the hologram in that direction.

"You wanna know what I think?" Pix says, setting the hologram in its final place and taking a few steps back to observe it.

"You think?" The god chuckles, and when he does, distant thunder rumbles.

"I think more than you."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I think worshipping the world is the closest we can get to an omniscient god." Pix finishes the thought before they can devolve into ribbing each other. It's fun to bicker with Joel, but that's not where Pix is going with this conversation.

Joel cocks his head to the side thoughtfully. "You don't think I'm omniscient?"

"Would you ask me this stuff if you were, oh all-knowing god of storms and things?"

"Sky god," Joel corrected. "Touché, little history man. So, you worship the world, then?"

"Everything we do leaves a footprint," Pix tells him. He adjusts his hologram just a bit to the left again. Joel nods at him almost unconsciously. Pix stops fiddling and starts playing shulkers, preparing to build. He's going to finish this bridge today. "The earth records these footprints. It's the nature of things that change, that they hold impressions of what changed them."

Pix gestures to the rock slide that cuts off one side of his hologram. "This gate used to carve right through this hill. Even though this side has collapsed, and erosion has eaten the side, beneath that rubble, there are cobblestones someone laid by hand. Maybe they were slaves, or skilled craftsman, but regardless they existed. The lived a full life, whatever that meant for them, they spoke to people they loved, ate their favorite foods when they were sad, and one day, they died. Bones turn to dust, epitaphs fade, but that builder's hands still touched those cobblestones."

The god of Stratos watches the hologram with a new and open curiosity. He reaches out a massive hand and places it gently on the particles of light, as though he could touch the recreation. Instead, his fingers dip through the projection, making long flickering shadows in the light field, distorting the image like rain on a glassy lake. It's almost comical watching the massive god be so gentle and reverent, especially over something so inconsequential as a bridge piece.

"So is this how you worship the world, then?" Joel asks quietly. "By helping it remember what it's forgotten?"

There is something loaded in the words. Pix looks up at the god, and he remembers signs underneath a floating city as citizens gently remind their god they love him, and they need him. He thinks of temples to gods whose names have passed out of history, floating amidst a living city made by a god who has no temple built. Not yet.

Pix doesn't know what to say, so he opts to say nothing, instead reverently laying out his tools on the bridge like precious gifts on an altar. The two don't talk. Pix begins laying stones for a new foundation, and Joel watches thoughtfully, not seeing the world in front of him. They finish the bridge.

[cardcaptorsakura96]

Finding Each Other-Chapter 1

Fandom: Superman, Batman, Shazam, and Wonder Woman

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Billy Batson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kara Zor El, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Lex Luthor, Jonathan Kent, Connor Kent

Summary: Clark Kent always knew he wanted a family. He just always thought it would be traditional like his parents. Little did he know that destiny had something different in store for him.

When Clark was growing up, society had a way of strongly instilling in him that a nuclear family was the norm. A mother, a father, a son, and a daughter. There were examples of it in every TV show he watched, and every book and magazine he read.

However, that all changed when his parents dropped a bombshell on him when he was twelve. The first of his many powers, heat vision, came in. Needless to say, he was scared shitless especially since he burned multiple holes into his room while screaming like a maniac. It was at that point his parents revealed the truth that they didn’t just adopt him. They found him in a spaceship that had crashed into their barn. When his parents showed it to him, he couldn’t believe it. He stared at the ship for a while before touching it and when he did, it instantly brought out a hologram of his biological dad explaining that he was the last son of a dying planet. Clark soon became overwhelmed and a new power emerged, super speed, that helped him run away to cool his head in Antarctica of all places. 

Soon he started to figure out other things about himself. While he found women attractive, he felt the same way about men too. He made that discovery when he saw Morgan Jackson exiting the shower room at school wet. His parents discouraged his powers in public, but he made the exception that day to avoid his fellow peers seeing the bulge that had started to form in his pants. At that point, he started to realize that he was not the norm. As he got older, he began to wonder, what is the norm? That question came up more and more after he entered college. What was normal in his conservative small town was vastly different from the outside world. The nuclear family doesn’t have to be a man and woman having 2.5 children. It can be two males having a child, or two females having a child. A single person can have a child by themselves. Hell, you don’t have to have children to become a family. Being blood doesn’t always make you a family. Sometimes people find others who share the same goals as they do and make their own families. Clark always wondered what type of family he would have. He always admired his family's upbringing, but often wondered if destiny had something else different in store for him. Little did he know, he would start on his journey to familyhood a couple of days before his 24th birthday.

Clark was just about to go to bed for the night after patrolling Metropolis when he received a call from Lois asking him to come over. She said she was fine, but it was 3 am when she called. He had known her for four years and she had never called that late. Clark quickly changed back into his super suit and went to her apartment. He landed on her balcony like he had thousands of times before. She was one of the few people who wasn’t instantly fooled by the glasses and plaid shirts. Lois had figured out Clark's identity the second day they met. However, she kept it a secret and they have been best friends ever since. When Clark came in through the balcony of her apartment, he spotted Lois in the living room pacing back and forth. 

Clark frowned and said, “Is everything alright Lois?”

Lois looked up startled at Clark and said, “Oh, Clark. I didn’t realize that you arrived already.”

Clark looked at her hesitantly and said, “Well, you did ask me to come over. You sounded kind of off over the phone. Did something happen?”

Lois looked at him hesitantly for a moment before looking downward and twiddling her thumbs.

Clark went up to Lois and gently took her hand to lead both of them to the couch to sit down. 

Clark then turned to her and said, “You know Lois, you can tell me anything. I promise not to judge no matter what it is.”

Lois looked at him with weariness in her eyes and sighed.

“I found out some upsetting news about my family history.”

Clark frowned and said, “What?”

“Lucy and I always avoided my mom’s side of the family. Our dad went no contact with them after our mom died when I was four. We got back in contact with them when we found out my sister was sick this year.”

“You mean when Lucy found out she had stage II ovarian cancer?” asked Clark.

Lois nodded and said, “Yes. We knew that cancer was not common on our Dad’s side, but her doctor recommended Lucy find out our mother’s side because the particular strain of cancer that Lucy had seemed more aggressive than usual. She was able to beat it for now but after many surgeries though. We decided to talk to our maternal grandfather who informed us all the women in his family had gotten cancer. The women in the family die from it before the age of 40.”

Lois had tears started flowing down her face. 

Clark instantly embraced her and started rubbing soothing circles around her back. 

“I am so sorry to hear that,” said Clark softly.

Lois sniffed while pushing back from Clark and said, “Lucy is pissed and has been directing her anger at our father. If he had let us interact with our mom’s side sooner, we would have been better prepared. My dad wants me to talk to her to calm her down, but I can’t blame her for being angry though.”

Clark noticed that she avoided details and asked, “Did you get yourself tested?”

Lois nodded while sniffling and said, “I did. I have tested clean so far. However, I am going to have to be tested every couple of months for it.”

Clark looked started and asked, “Every couple of months?”

Lois nodded and said, “The cancer that the women in my family typically get is fast-acting, and they usually don’t find out until the cancer has reached its final stages. Lucy was lucky in a sense that she found out sooner than normal because she was injured during the line of duty and they found the cancer during their thorough examination of her.” Lois sighed while rubbing the back of her neck and said, “And this isn’t even half of it.”

Clark raised his eyebrow and asked, “Did something else happen?”

Lois leaned back in her chair and said, “While they did my examination, they did notice that my egg count was extremely low for my age.”

Clark frowned and asked, “What does that mean?”

Lois sighed and said, “The doctor said that if she had just looked at the test results without seeing me, she would have thought I was a woman in my mid-50s about to go through menopause.”

“Oh,” said Clark softly.

Lois wiped a tear that had started to trickle down her face and said, “It really sucks to know that your body is turning against you.”

Clark gave a soft smile while rubbing Lois’ back and said, “I am so sorry Lois.”

Lois smiled meekly and said, “I know it could be worse. It is just the news had made me reevaluate my life plans and goals and now I have to rearrange things that I was going to do way later.”

Clark raised an eyebrow and asked, “Like what?”

Lois looked at him nervously and said, “Remember how we said that if we didn’t find anyone by the time we were 40, we would have a child together.”

“Yes,” asked Clark warily. 

Lois chuckled nervously and said, “What would you think of doing it now?”

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[redheadspark]

hawuu can I request Druig with 9. casually kissing their partner

A/N - HAWWUU! I love this for Druig, thanks for requesting this, friend!

Safe With Me

Summary - Your love for Druig was your best-kept secret. But not for long

Warning - Just fluff :)

You didn’t meant to let it slip, not really.

Having Druig as your boyfriend was the best-kept secret that you have kept for the last hundred years, give or take.  It was a mutual decision, both you and Druig wanted to keep it under wraps from the very beginning.  On your end, it was simply because you never wanted it to jeopardize your mission on the planet with the humans.  The last thing you wanted to do was to be on the bad side of Ajak, someone whom you admired and thought of as a mentor or yours.  

Druig’s reason to keep it private was simple: he wanted you to himself.

Druig was not one to be selfish, in fact, he was the opposite.  He loved to care for the humans, even while the others did not see it most of the time.  He would rather keep his selfless heart private and do good works in the darkness and out of plain sight.  It made him seem aloof and standoffish, which was far from the truth when it came to Druig and his character.  

He wanted to keep his love for you and your relationship together private.  It was something sacred to the pair of you, having one another and leaning on one another in such an intimate manner.  Especially to Druig, since he felt like he was under a microscope with Ikaris and Ajak all the time, the last thing he wanted to deal with was judgment of his love life.

You didn’t care, not In the way Druig would love you and make you feel like the luckiest being in the universe.  He was a huge fan of physical touch, whether you two were out in public or in private.  Although when you two were out and about, he simply stood at your side and nothing past that.  Because of you two being constantly busy and needing to be in different places from one another.  

But once you two were alone, Druig’s affection heightened.  He would wrap his arms around you and tuck you in close, he would kiss you loudly as if you two hadn’t seen each other for hours and hours on end, even in the way he had you in bed It would take your breath away.  You were falling for him more and more as time went by, the love you two had started small like a bud of a planet but blossomed over time.  No matter that it was a hidden secret, or that you two seemed to be walking on eggshells when it came to being around the others on the Ship or amongst the humans, you still loved him.

It happened one day when you two were helping Phastos with one of his newer inventions, Makkari doing inventory of her most recent treasures that she collected from the human city that you were all in.  The rest of the Eternals were out on patrol for Deviants, a few of them were seen to the South and out near the rural lands that most of the human hunters would go to to find food.  It felt like the four of you in the Domo, Phastos asking for you all to help him with some ideas for another invention that he wanted to run by Ajak. 

“Come on, this has got to work!” Phastos huffed as he had his hands on his hips and looked at the rotating hologram of a new object and invention he wanted to perfect.  Druig was perched in his favorite spot on a bench against the wall, munching on some dates in a bowl while Makkari was writing away at the treasures in front of her at her own little table.  You were next to the inventor, looking at the hologram and humming to yourself.

“Wouldn’t this be too much for them?  We’ve barely introduced plowing to them,” You advised him carefully, knowing that this would be a touchy subject with your friend.  Phastos gave you a side eye, though you knew he would never be mad at you since you two were rather close compared to some of the others.  You were one of the only ones to talk Phastos in a calming way and help him with his inventions, giving him good comments and well-described criticism.  

“How about you make it…simpler?” You suggested, seeing that the inventor was bout to huff at you and start an argument when you immediately went on, “This is brilliant, Phastos.  But perhaps it needs a tweak here and there,” 

Phastos, drinking in what you were telling him, merely hummed and thought to himself for a long time.  You could tell he was thinking hard and trying to figure it out in his head, you looked over your shoulder at Druig who was smiling at the interaction between the pair of you.  He seemed content perched on the bench, snack away and low-key judging the invention that was hovering over your heads.

“I think I can take a few things off, but it’s still brilliant!” Phastos said with a smile, then shoving his shoulder against yours as his way to say thank you. You giggled, walking away from him and over to Druig who popped another date in his mouth while you made your way to the bench to sit next to him.

“Look at you making a move,” Druig commented in a snort.  You shrugged, Druig then leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.  Neither of you was thinking about what he just did, it was just a simple kiss and nothing too heated. But of course, once Druig kissed your cheeks and you felt a hint of flush on your skin, the fourth person in the room was the one who saw it instantly.  

Makkari, who was grinning widely and looked like she caught a scandal.

Both you and Druig saw her look at the pair of you, her eyes wide and a massive smile was right on her face. The way she was watching the pair of you, you’ve seen that look before.  Makkair always had a knack for catching information from others when they never realized it, her sticky fingers were just as powerful as her speed and her knack of being sneaky.  Yet you need to think you would be on the end of being caught by Makkari.

This was the first time any Eternal found either of you kissing one another, let alone being close in that way before.  You both were beyond careful, not standing too close together or lingering for too long. Not that you both didn’t trust the others or cared what they were thinking about you both being a couple, but you wanted to keep this together and not share it.  

Neither you nor Druig moved, you trying to think of something to tell her to not say a word.  Makkari was not a gossip by nature, but she knew how to handle the gossip when it was placed in her lap in the best way.  

But it was Makkari who finally communicated, her smile still evident on her face as she signed:

I already knew.  I won’t say a word.

Both you and Druig looked from her at each other, clearly both confused and in shock at how Makkari would already know about your secret relationship.  Then again, Makkari wasn’t going to be the kind of person who would run off and gossip to the next person who would listen, that seemed to be Kingo’s kind of style or Sprite.  But with Makkari, who had a heart of gold and was a god friend of both yourself and Druig, there was no real sense of danger or worry.

In fact, you felt…fine with it.

“Everything okay back there with you two?  You’re awfully quiet, which worries me,” Phastos asked in a snort as he looked back at both yourself and Druig.  You hummed and nodded, Druig clearing his throat and grabbed the bowl of dates to at least have something in his hands.

“Nothin’ for ya to be worried about.  Don’t ya have another invention to look over?” Druig asked nonchalantly, Phastos rolling his eyes and looking back at his new hologram that was now over his work table.  Druig immediately threw a date in Makkari’s direction.  

She of course dodged it, laughing as she did.

The End.

[kairiscorner]

some things will never be the same. — miguel o'hara x reader (angst)

summary: he once loved, and that was his the only time he ever loved. he loved with all his heart, he loved till it was taken away from him. now that love slumbered in his still beating heart, it could never be shaken off, nor forgotten--not that he wanted to. but when that love awakens, is a part of him revived, or killed again? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader genre: angst. word count: 1,353 author's note: i blame the song 'mister loverman' for all my pain making this. also, i'm so sorry for the crappy spanish TT

he didn't believe in ghosts as a young boy, he was a skeptic–believing whatever was in front of him was real, whatever was gone... was gone. it would never come back unless he could do something about it, unless he knew how to bring what was lost back. he was too quick to lose hope.

"i've go this shake in my legs, shaking the thoughts from my head."

and that was his fatal flaw.

"but who put these waves in the door?"

because despite convincing himself the one he called 'cariño', 'mi amor', 'mi vida'–his life–'mi esposa'–his spouse... he can't go one day without wondering where you would have been had he not forced himself into your life. he made you his spouse without you ever knowing this wasn't the miguel o'hara you vowed to love and be with, in sickness and in health... whom you finally parted with, with you never knowing–not even when you disappeared before his eyes.

now, he has only the ghost of you–the ghost of you whom you never loved, loving only the man who he resembled too well–whom would never be able to see, hear, touch or speak to again.

"i crack, and–"

until he went to that fucking train station.

"i... pour."

that stupid fucking train station.

he wish he never went there to begin with, wished he never looked ahead of him when he heard that recognizable clicking and clacking of heels that hurried against the platform's pavement, wished he never picked up that familiar scent that he can only relive in his dreams faintly when he imagines you in his arms, whispering to him that you love him, you need him, he's your lover.

he wished the past would just stop sinking that blade it pierced in his heart that day when he saw you in the kitchen, sheer horror and shock filling your face--petrifying you as you saw the hologram of your dead, real husband's body on the other end of the call from the police department at the morgue.

he could never forget the way you looked at him that day.

you looked at him like you didn't know him, that he was completely alien to you--that all those evenings of loving him, all those mornings of kissing him awake and teasing each other with gabi acting all grossed out over the romance you two shared... all those 'i love you's you told him... you were never really with that man you meant them all for.

and he will never forget the way those tears rolled down your cheeks as you asked him...

"who are you?"

"i'm mister loverman."

he also wished his feet would stop carrying him everywhere subconsciously as the past was busy dealing him painful, blunt blows everywhere internally.

he also wished... he didn't reach out for you.

he wished he didn't call out your name.

he wished you didn't look so much like her.

"and i miss my lover, man."

he felt a lump form in his throat, staring at your face that looked like you but not quite like you; seeing those eyes that he always swam in and got lost in every time he held you in his arms and locked his gaze in yours made him feel like he had messed up again, that the universe had witnessed the crime he had committed of prodding at old wounds and calling out that name of yours that he told himself, convinced himself, that he buried deep in the dark entrails of his mind.

but you never left his mind.

never one day, one hour, one minute, one second of his life.

"i asked, who are you?"

you asked him through gritted teeth as tears ceaselessly poured out of your bottom eyelids, your eyebrows contorting into all kinds of expressions that only boiled down to one to many feelings, until back to the one feeling you were expressing right now with your tone, shaky body language and resistance to hitting him right now with every fiber of your being: helplessness.

and you truly were helpless that day.

it was the day when everything came crashing down.

the day you discovered your husband had been long dead, that your daughter was now orphaned of a father, that you were now a widow, that this man who shared his mornings and evenings with you both at your table, singing to and playing with your daughter, carrying her to bed after a long day and retiring in your arms as you kissed him good night and sought for his embrace in the cold late hours of the night... was anybody but your husband... you felt like everything you lived for was all a sham.

you lived with a fraud, you loved a fraud.

he understood. he finally understood that feeling you felt back then... he knows he could be feeling euphoria right now; an intense, overwhelming longing that had finally been answered, had been granted to him. he should've felt grief, after having lost you that day, after losing the one person in his life he really found the space in his heart to care about... but all he felt was something close to unworthiness, a helplessly overwhelming guilt in the pit of his stomach.

"hello?" you called back out to him as you looked at him, gently waving at him with a slightly awkward smile as he seemed to still be frozen in place. "sorry, i... do i know you?" you asked him with a nervous voice, worried what could've happened to this poor man who seemed so troubled and lost.

"i'm mister loverman..."

"um, sir?" you called out to him again as he slowly began to move and reached out for you, nearly stumbling over, but his gaze never once leaving you and your face. his mouth twitched, it opened and closed, and you thought you saw his eyes glisten a bit; had he been crying? you hurriedly offered him a couple of tissues from your bag, tissues you always carried. "here, sorry they're crumpled, they're for emergencies, y'know?" you said with a sweet smile.

those damned crumpled tissues he knew all too well.

that damned little catchphrase you quipped every time you handed him one.

that damned, sweet smile.

"...i know." he muttered back as he lowered his hands and pulled away from reaching out to you, his gaze finally casting downwards, not even taking the tissues you offered him. you looked at him with confusion in your eyes, but you didn't force him to take any, it just meant more for you now. before you could even ask him what he wanted from you, the minute you looked up from your bag after stowing your tissues back in, he was gone as quickly as he came.

though at the spot where he was standing, in its stead, there was an old photo; it was yellowing by the white borders of the portrait with a few stains of aging on it due to the years not treating it very well. it was soft and tender to touch, almost like a fragile piece of the past. you took a look at the back of the photo that was facing upwards when you saw it, it read: "para mi amante, i hope you remember me every time you see this."

"for my lover."

you flipped the photo, and you couldn't make out the other person on the photo, but... that man you met earlier, the distressed-seeming man who seemed to want something from you, was the very man in that photo. he was kissing someone on the cheek, but you couldn't tell who. their face was out of the picture, you didn't know why it seemed like out of everything else in the photo, that person the man was kissing was the only thing obviously removed from the photo.

as if they were supposed to be erased.

as if they weren't meant to be kissed by that man you met.

as if... they weren't meant to be in that photo at all together.

"oh, and, i miss my lover."

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @ophanimgold

[onehundredandeleventropicalfish]

So, fandom seems to have all jumped on the Dream-can-shapeshift train. Mostly from Alex’s dream where Morpheus gets his revenge in the show. And then likely Tale of a Thousand Cats.

However in the comics, Alex is following the cat that was sacrificed to summon Death and then Dream shows himself. And it’s also a bit clearer that the cat (like any living thing) is viewing Dream’s feline aspect.

So the question is…do you think Dream (or any Endless) Can shape shift in canon? Or is this just a headcanon run wild because it makes for good fan fiction?

i mean, i'm never one for ruining fandom's fun, so i think if people are enjoying that headcanon, then by all means run wild with it - there's no reason why he couldn't, in theory, shapeshift

(he can certainly modify elements of his appearance, see: i hate it when you get big, or delirium changing forms every five seconds)

and i think going back to the comics it's not necessarily a given that the cat in alex's dream isn't dream?

however you are right in that shapeshifting is not normally what dream is doing when we see him change forms

and i definitely get where the confusion is coming from, particularly for show only fans, because the show doesn't really explain what's going on, the best you have to infer it is the kai'ckul scene, and if you haven't read the comics i think it's a little hard to follow that to the correct conclusion

but i think the actual answer is even cooler! so, for show fans who are interested, i'll avoid plot spoilers on this one, but to explain what's actually happening

the endless have thousands and thousands of forms, one for every species and culture that experiences them, in this case, everyone who dreams has a personalized Dream

and every endless is always all of those forms at once - it's likened to gemstones, in the comics, you only see one facet at a time, but that doesn't mean there isn't many more, and if you turn it you'll see a different shape - but the stone was always all of those shapes (and we'll never be able to see the true form of the endless in the same way you can't infer the whole diamond when all you can see is one triangle)

who knows how the endless see each other when they're alone, with no other creature to inform their shape, but the fact that dream always looks human is explicitly because the reader is a character in the story. we have to look at him to read the comics or watch the tv show, and therefore we will see him in a familiar shape

still, that familiar shape is nothing but whatever you call an optical illusion when it concerns all of your senses

it's not a hologram, you can touch him, he can interact with things, and it looks like he's doing so as a human - but the endless do bend reality just a little bit around them, and to a different species of observer dream's gonna interact with things in a slightly different way. again to the gemstones, it's like we're 2d beings trying to watch a 3d shape move around - there's always going to be some motion that seems nonsensical and makes it look like the 3d shape is changing forms, because we can't see that extra dimension informing it

even among humans, like we saw with nada - it doesn't always mean you'll see the pale skinny dream. it depends on who's watching

(what they were trying to convey in that scene in the show, is that matthew is seeing the dream played by tom sturridge the whole time, but nada only ever sees kai'ckul - dream doesn't change shape, the camera changes perspective)

so if a human and a cat are looking at dream at the same time, the human will see our familiar dream, and the cat will see the king of cats - but he's both, he's always been both, and he's never going to stop being both

and yeah, while i have absolutely no issue with "hob has to deal with meowpheus" fic (i say this with love, but let's be real, it's always dreamling fic), i'd love to see more of "hob has to deal with the realisation that dream is in cat form right now, he just can't see it"

[sansxreaderbraindump]

#3 "Unkillable bug" (Errorsansxreader fanfic idea)

Fanfic Idea: CP. (Computer Program) Reader is a computer program helper that helps outside players remove Bugs, viruses, and computer issues. You were made to help people how they wanted to be helped. You were placed in a void to do your job, your void is a safe zone for any natural outsiders. You don't let dangerous entities or any "bad sanses" in your void, only natural people can go in. CP. reader is very clean looking (they dislike being touched like error) they wear all white formal dress/suit to look "professional." You are a bit apathic sometimes but emotional aware of other people. CP. reader likes to organize and keep E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G clean! (they are a full on perfectionist, if anything that doesn't feel right. they will spent hours fixing it if they had too. and they kinda have a big ego when it comes to being perfect. Soooo CP. reader and error relationship, you guys didn't like each other but only for a while. Error just crashed in your void unintentionally while you, floating in midair, were helping with a client. you didn't notice him or hear him (you can't hear anyone, only you can hear the clients so you can focus more.) he tried to get out but to no avail, he couldn't get out so he tried to call out to you, but you couldn't hear him so he used a different method. Error decided delete your hologram, you were very surprised by the crash. You've never had any difficulties with a client, hearing a glitched voice calling out to you. you turned around to see a virus, you were impressed and a bit pissed off to see the "Au destroyer" in your void and he ruined your work. you wanted to delete him from your void but turns out it doesn't work and he wasn't happy with your little attempt. so you guys fought till the both of you realized.. You can't kill each other for some reason; so you proceeded to kick him out of the void. you were upset when you gone back to recreate your hologram to see a unhappy review from a player. it damaged your ego so you begin searching for error to confront him about how he gone into your void and you eventually found him. knowing you guys can't kill each other, you and error argued till you left frustrated. Months went by since the incident, everything was fine till THE X EVENT HAPPENED. it interfered with your work and it seems you and error keep on meeting over and over again.. funni tags: (enemies to annoyances to friends to lovers) (Reader is a Perfectionist) (you and error acting like a old married couple moments) (awkward first dating moments) (angst with fluff) (this takes place in underverse idk what part I'm working on it) (non canon and canon scenes) (Reader and error: I HOPE YOU FUCKING KILL YOURSELF! *10 mins later* error to reader: so uhhh you wanna watch Undernovela with me?) (Long ass slowburn like PLEASE KISS EACH OTHER ALREADY! *COUGHS*) (you are the only person that error tolerates to touch) (because you are very clean like mr clean type of clean) (you probably smell like laundry detergent tbh) (first kiss) (....maybe make out AHAHAH /J....unless... ⚆_⚆)

[icecreamcakez]

“Blood Dripping Out of My Mouth…” Yandere!Miguel O’Hara x M! Reader

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Word Count: 974

Warnings: Mild Blood, Biting, Fangs, Making Out, Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Gay

A/N: coughing out some miguel o’hara fanfic to feed the simps ;3 btw the spanish might not sound correct because i know zero spanish and i used google translate

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You and Miguel have always been competitive at the Spider Society in your roles as Spider-Man. Sure, Miguel was the CEO of the Spider Society, but was he the best Spider-man? The answer is obviously hell no. You were confident in your abilities, and you were quite jealous of why he got to be the CEO and you had to be the lousy assistant under him. 

You were talking to Lyla, Miguel’s other assistant at hand, about the new serums in progress. She can tolerate Miguel way more than you since Miguel created her. You were interrupted by your gizmo watch vibrating suddenly in mid-conversation. The hologram of Miguel appears out of the watch in his signature Spider-Man Suit covered mostly in royal blue with small amounts of red in the design along with a digital red cape and red spikes from his wrists. He manages to somewhat make eye contact with you as a hologram. 

You scoff, annoyed by him. “What is it now, Miguel?”

“Office. Now.” Miguel responds in a low voice mildly angry and his hologram disappears from your watch.

Sheesh, this man has anger issues for no damn reason a lot of times. You begin walking down the lobby towards his office. You finally make your way into his office and there he is standing at a grand 6’9 tall with his magnificent pyramid torso build. His deep brown eyes narrow at the sight of you almost the color of sweet blackberries. His features were rich in Mexican-Irish genes. The broad man curses in Spanish tongue pinching his nose bridge. He goes back to making eye contact with you. Wait. There seems to be a small splash of…blood on his cheek? 

“You got something on your face, amigo.” (partner/friend) You say touching his cheek sending a warm sensation to Miguel.

He instantly softens to your soft flesh as you wipe the red liquid off his cheek, melting into your hand like soft clay waiting to be something more. Miguel snaps back into the situation and notices that he didn't clean the blood off his face. He pushes your hand away with his much bigger hand resisting being vulnerable with you.

“I need these documents of all the new spider-men and spider-women sorted alphabetically along with the older members,” Miguel says, locking his dark brown eyes with yours.

You sigh. “Miguel is such a pain in the ass…but he's kind of attractive. Whatever, stop thinking and work.” You say in your thoughts returning to your desk near his front office desk. You scatter the documents and begin sorting. Miguel is watching you closely, slightly blushing from his desk humming. Wasn’t he angry a minute ago? Twenty long minutes go by and you finish sorting the last document. Miguel smiles slightly revealing a fang.

“Done.” You say relieved looking up at Miguel who is now making his way towards you.

“Atta boy.” He conveys smugly knowing how to push your buttons.

“You’re welcome, Miggy~” You know he hates that stupid nickname you created for him.

He scoffs leaning over your desk and maintaining eye contact with you. Miguel speaks in a low and deep voice that sounds as sweet as nectarine.

“Can I give you thanks?”

You smile leaning closer, obviously being naive about what’s coming next from him.

“Sure, why not? I don’t even get paid to work here because it applies to my duty as Spider-Man,” you utter these words softly leaning close to hear what he has to say next.

Miguel leans in close over towards you with his stupid smirk painted on his perfect pink lips. God, he’s so pretty it pisses you off dwelling on his good looks. His lips inch slowly close to yours with each breath. Miguel’s hot breath touches your lips sending tingling sensations throughout your whole body like electricity to a pool of blue water. He finally closes the gap between you two with a soft and sweet kiss. He holds the kiss for a minute and releases it from you slowly making sure you both had your eyes locked on each other. Your face begins to redden realizing what happened.

“What…The…Fuck, Miguel?!” You spurt out blushing furiously. “I just kissed my boss, holy shit.” You say in your thoughts being shocked.

Miguel lets out a soft hearty laugh. He looks back up at you reaching his hand out while catching his breath and teary eye from laughing.

“Ven aquí, cariño…” (Come here, honey) Miguel says pulling you closer to him and forcing you to stand up from your desk chair into large muscular arms covered in his digital Spider-Man Suit.

He kisses you harder and more firmly pushing his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues intertwine tasting each other’s sweetness. Miguel’s fangs brush your bottom lip while he holds onto the side of your neck. He bites gently on your bottom lip as he looks at you with your alluring eyes. He smiles still locked onto your full lip making eye contact with you, his eyes turning into a deep apple crimson.

“You’re so sweet mi amor…” (My love) Miguel says in a low seductive voice biting on your lip harder, drawing blood.

“Miguel…” You say as the blood slowly trails off your lip covering Miguel’s fangs.

“Aye, don’t worry I’ll clean it up.” He says smirking, beginning to lick your bottom lip with his warm tongue.

You blush slightly looking away yet still facing him. He finishes licking the blood off but decides not to stop, now trailing his tongue along the edges of your mouth teasingly.

“You’re going to pay for that pendejo.” (Dumbass) You say with a smug face looking up at Miguel’s sweet chiseled face slightly pulling away from your's to get a better look at you.

“Whatever you say, cariño,” He says with a hearty chuckle.

[astrobyule]

Lately i've been wondering if V and Songbird can actually feel each other when Song uses the relic to communicate with V

In more than a few instances Song tries to touch V, hold their hand, both trying to search and give comfort to them, like yeah, the first time they meet V tries to touch So Mi but their hand goes straight thru her, like a hologram just like Johnny, but after that, Songbird rests her hand on top of V's on multiple occasions, I wonder if they both felt something from that, a ghost touch maybe?

like ok, at the start of the game, the first time V interacts with Johnny he slaps them and V actually feels it? I mean like, the slap literally makes V fall to the ground (and there's a slapping noise too) look

So does this mean that V can actually feel Johnny and vice versa? ok but hear me out, even if it's not completely a physical touch, it is there and V feels it, maybe since he's in V's brain he may be able to control V's nervous system and induce pain (or any other physical feelings??) like he makes V feel the slap even tho it didn't physically happened?

Now, when Songbird uses the relic to talk with V she's basically taking Johnny's place (so they don't fry V's brain like she initially said when they first met) so does that mean she can also control V's physical sensations and potentially make V feel her touch?? because even if So Mi is not actually there, could she make V's brain believe that she is? (stuff like this can also happen in real life too, feeling things that aren't actually there)

Lets say this is true, does this also mean that if Songbird messes with the right parts of her own and V's brain V can touch her back and make her feel it?

Idk, I just know that they're both touch starved and take every chance they get to feel each other. But if what I said it's true that opens so many possibilities to explore their relationship and dynamic a lot more (in many ways wink wink)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about Vulcans prizing “calm” over “happiness”. 

Like how humans look back on their childhood and remember how happy it was - joyful days spent running around in the sun, getting into a bit of trouble, laughing with peers and family - that’s how they know it was a good one. Meanwhile Vulcans might look back on their childhood and remember how peaceful it was. Quiet days spent studying, the warm glow of candlelit lessons in caves, getting along smoothly with ones peers - that’s how they know it was a good one. Humans typically chose their friends and romantic partners based on if this person makes them feel happy above all. The question of “Do you like being with them?” is interpreted to mean “Does being with them make you feel happy?” But since Vulcans don’t experience (or strive for) happiness there would have to be some other parameter. So I was thinking about like, what is a good relationship to a Vulcan? There’s obviously a big emphasis on ‘togetherness’ in Vulcan unions. The Pon Farr ritual Tuvok does with his [hologram] wife involves them committing to becoming “Two bodies one mind” and it’s stated that they give and receive from each other all that they are. There’s also of course the iconic “Never and always touching and touched”. This is all (as was said during T’Pol & Koss’ wedding) “The Vulcan heart, the Vulcan soul, this is our way.” Vulcans are also (ENT) expected to live together for at least a year after being married - I imagine so that they can bond with and get to know one another. In SNW T’Pring wants for Spock to honor the commitments he makes to her so in that case T’Pring values Spock keeping his word to her and placing her above other things. I see a bit of Tuvok in that, where he prizes his commitment to T’Pel over anything else to the point where he’d nearly rather die than break it: (Even though he eventually agrees to having sex with a hologram it MUST be of his wife and he lets Tom/The Audience know that he will NOT be making a habit of it. There’s no ironclad logical reason for him to react this way as a hologram is not a person but his commitment to T’Pel seems to take precedence and I believe that’s his reasoning. His bond with T’Pel is logical, sustaining and important to him and he’s loath to break it over some bodily need. some desire that will pass even if it kills him.) <- By this way of thinking, betraying T’Pel would be the emotional choice while remaining loyal to her is remaining loyal to his logical self. A strong emphasis on loyalty to one’s mate seems to be a common Vulcan trait. In the beginning this seems to be rooted in tradition but later on its probably assumed that the couple will be loyal to one another out of some sort of actual connection between two people as opposed to pure obligation. In ENT T’Pol says that a certain degree of “affection” is eventually expected to happen within a marriage (though the way she says it makes me think this doesn’t always occur and isn’t necessarily The Goal) and her mother says that she and her husband developed a “deep connection” to one another. All this makes me think that a connection and a sense of ‘togetherness’ or ‘compatibility’ would also be prized over more emotional things like a passion for one another. It’s a partnership above all and that would be prized over a romantic union.  It makes me think of Vulcans’ roots in violence and war. Maybe this commitment to a steady togetherness, two people who don’t know each other being able to work together so seamlessly they nearly become one, is a way to show they’ve moved beyond that despite the pon farr remaining. Vulcans are a naturally very emotional species. Someone who incites that would probably not be seen as someone you should spend your time with. Someone who makes your heart pound, sets you ablaze, fills you with passion - that sounds like a bad Vulcan time v_v  Tuvok says as much when he talks about how he was struck with “shon-ha’lock”. Humans wouldn’t see anything wrong with having a crush on someone (and indeed in that episode Tom only comes to the conclusion that it’s a shame Tuvok couldn’t act on these emotions) but it’s obvious that even a teenaged crush when uncontrolled can become a very big problem to a Vulcan. In one of the Star Trek Novels Tuvok even stops being friends with and talking to a girl because she tearfully admits she has feelings for him and he sees that her feelings for him cause her pain.  Instead of thinking “Oh, she really likes me, good! We’re close friends so maybe we can make this work.” or even “I don’t like her romantically but since we’re close friends we can work through it.”  Tuvok thinks “Oh, she really likes me. That must be causing her to become very emotional and I can see she’s clearly upset. I’ll remove myself from her life so my presence doesn’t incite those emotions anymore.” And while him flat out just cutting himself out of her life might seem weird and kind of cruel and a frankly hilarious reaction to someone confessing their love to you - I also think it’s something he thought of as a kindness. If his presence harms her (stirs up emotions in her) then he will remove himself to keep from harming her. Along that vein, calmness or the absence of strong emotions would be a good relationship and one worth staying in. Not that there can’t be any emotions (Tuvok and T’Les obviously care[d] deeply for their respective spouses) but that they must be controllable and able to be cast aside in the face of logic.  I also think that “knowing” the other person would be considered very important (after marriage of course). If you’re to operate as a partnership, a team, and especially if you’re both telepaths you should be able to know your spouse pretty damn well. I see T’Pring attempt to do this in SNW where she is constantly fighting to get to know Spock which Spock self-consciously discourages since he’s been told/shown that his human side is unappealing to Vulcans.  But yeah man idk...just picturing a Vulcan and a human talking for hours...walking along the beach...sleeping side by side...getting to know one another...and at the end of it all one says “You make me feel happy” and the other says “Your presence calms me” and it means, essentially, the same thing.

[asvterias]

𝖬𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 ~ 𝖱𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌

𝗋𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗑 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄!𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

the indistinguishable feeling of light pecks of kisses on your cheek caused you to stir gently, a frown forging on your face, aggravated at the interference. regardless of the ongoing circumstance, your eyes remained closed up until, you felt a weight shift on top of you before they resumed their attacks of kisses all over your face, deliberately dodging your lips.

groaning softly at the intruder as you shuffled slightly trying to shake them off of you. your sleep schedule would not change for anybody and that was non-negotiable.

presumably, it could’ve been your girlfriend riri, but that was impossible, knowing that she was undisputedly on a different continent, typically occupied with homework and projects.

due to your time spent apart, you yearned for her voice, touch, and just in general, you missed her presence. in addition, she was loaded with homework, so popping up for a surprise visit wasn’t an option.

the last time that you’ve seen your beloved girlfriend was on a hologram screen, exhaustion displayed all over her beautiful facial features as she hoarsely notified you about her day. despite college whooping her behind, she still found time to interact with you everyday, and if not, every two days.

she truly was an amazing girl, was she not?

one of her old hoodies draped over your knees with a pair of shorts to match, nevertheless, it will have to do for now.

with much reluctance, forcing yourself to consciously awaken and open your eyes to behold the glorious sight of your girlfriend, who was in fact, very real and not some figment of your imagination.

“morning, princess,” riri’s tone was laced with amusement as she resumed her peck kisses all over your face while sitting on your lap.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as she shuffled her hips on your waist, “what are you doing here? i thought that you weren’t supposed to be here till next week?”

supposedly, she was meant to be at her college, currently taking and acing her final exams for christmas, but here she was; laying on top of you, without a care in the world.

“i flew in early with the help of your siblings ‘cause i wanted to surprise you.” she informs you, her hand disappearing underneath the hoodie and roaming freely upward. “it’s always amazing what your girl folks’ can do ‘specially if one of them is the king of the most powerful nation to ever exist.” massaging her thumbs gently over your hardened brown buds and fondled with the plushness of your breasts.

“well consider me surprised.” you replied, sitting upright while your hands still settled onto her waist as she hummed in agreement before leaning over for a kiss.

“mmm…morning breath.” you disregarded her, discreetly blocking her face from your lips.

riri looks at you skeptically, a small grin appearing on her lips, and removed her hands from underneath the hoodie. “does it look like i care, ma?” however, her patience was very limited seeing as she didn’t let you reply, her hands gripped onto your wrists holding them above your head and silencing any upcoming words with a kiss.

impressed by the immediate action, you lightly moan into the kiss as you reciprocated it, softly caressing her face, once her hands retracted away from your restricted hands.

the kiss was tender and sweet, which was very common between the couple, also something that you deeply missed sharing with your intelligent girlfriend.

nothing too lustful or too rushed, it felt just right, full of passion and admiration for each other.

still involved in the kiss as her fingers weaved through your braids, having already taken off the bonnet, which was somehow still surprisingly attached to your head.

starting the day off, it always began with a morning kiss, to be quite frank, the williams girl claimed that it was her good luck charm and essential for her morning starter.

ever since riri ventured into your life, you’ve been soaring in heaven, and well, your family has never seen you this happier.

which you held dearest to your heart was mornings like these, equivalent to peaceful harmonies that you spent with your lover girl.

everything ran smoothly in your relationship to be exact, no huge arguments, just tiny conflicts here and there which were later resolved that same day with many promises and extra quality time together.

withdrawing the fun from dancing her lips amongst yours, she grew greedy and began littering kisses onto your neck. leaving no space unmarked, decorating your poor neck with very noticeable hickeys, triggering light pants from you.

biting, licking, kissing, or sucking to sprawl a reaction out of you was satisfiable enough for her. it’s been so long since you two last physically saw each other and riri wants to make up for the lost time.

when she nipped directly behind your right ear, causing your low groans to transform into a high octave, she was certain that she unleashed your sweet spot once again.

looks like she didn’t lose her touch after all.

“how about we make this morning more enjoyable?” riri smirks, pulling away from the abused neck consumed with dark brown hickeys and slowly slithered further down your body below your torso. “what do you say, princess?”

keeping her eyes locked onto yours as her deft fingers played with the waistband of your panties, edging you on as a pathetic tiny whimper draws from your mouth. your submissiveness earned a dry chuckle from the girl beneath you.

it wasn’t long till riri found a tiny damp patch on your panties. “i could tell someone else missed me, as well, isn’t that right, princess?” her sexy voice alone was adequate to make your panties completely damp and your pussy aching for her wonderful touch to which only she can fulfill.

complying to her inquiry, you tentatively nodded, somehow already impatient by her lack of attentiveness to your lower region. your body radiated all of the lust that you could’ve mustered, in hopes of riri actually assisting to your needs.

“don’t worry, ma. imma make you feel real good,” she promises, giving your clothed cunt a tender kiss making you buck involuntarily.

“please…riri,” you begged, your irises coated with utter desire. “please just touch me.”

in bed, titles meant nothing to your girl and she would degrade you however she feels to do so. just because you are princess [name] udaku, you’re also being secretly called pillow princess or my little slut by yours truly.

it wasn’t embarrassing on your part, you loved her being in control, knowing that she is the only one to put you in your place and she used that to her advantage as best she could.

was it justifiable to publicly humiliate you when surrounded by your family, also extensively aware of your image and status that you strongly upheld for your nation? of course not.

but did riri care? not one ounce of fucking regret.

in her case, you were being a brat and she had to put you in your place, no matter the circumstance. if her eyes ever drifted onto a secluded spot, best believe that she’s taking you then and there, being completely ruthless to your pussy.

soon enough, she discarded your undergarment and instantly got to work, trust me, when riri declared that she’ll make you feel good, she meant goddamn business.

‘cause of course, whatever her babygirl wants, her babygirl gets; nothing gets more simpler than that.

the rest of the morning resonated of constant moans and whimpers as a result of riri’s head being between your thighs. bast, you always wished for mornings like these, and now that dream is a reality. seems like your prayers were being answered in the most angelic way possible.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

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