#the quickest drabble ever

[sergeantnarwhalwrites]

Cyborg vs Tech

Robots & Gardens won out. Guess who hasn't touched this story in 5 months? Me! Guess who has to figure out this story again? Me! XD Have me going through a short little warm up thing that goes into some of the complexities of Donnie's disability with high tech. Here's a little snippet cause my brain is failing me now.

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Donnie was sure there were many advantages to being part machine. Some that other people hadn't even thought of. Such as being sympathetic to those poor bots put out and dismantled. Or the constant maintenance. Though humans required maintenance and upkeep as well, so they tried to remember that.

It had been hard to cling onto that humanity some days. Today had been one of those days where the human in him showed itself. The destructive force of human. The impatience of humanity as well.

The cyborg stood, more machinery than humanity these days, arms crossed. The blue lights peeking beneath artificial skin seeming to throb as their muscle flexed to a self made beat. They breathed hard through their nose, too erratic to be any sort of calming.

Their eyes, one of the unbothered things within him, staring straight at the potted plant that had found itself embedded in the screen near him. The device's LCD screen flickers uselessly within the wall. He knew the plant could probably be recovered but the tech would have to be replaced.

Much like his arm severely damaged after an unexpected altercation. It unfortunately had been the arm with the keyboard he used to converse with most. Had it been their only form of communication? Of course not. But the other methods worked best with some help. And those screen readers and translators were never good at telling apart the intricacies in his signing. Or the differentiation of one mouthed word to another when lip reading was hard enough to gauge with human eyes.

Human and machine too ignorant to understand the dying language.

Just as his keyboard had been destroyed there had been a sick sort of separation in his elbow. Leaving the cyborg's forearm dangling a little lower than it should. Almost like a dislocation. Reckless movements brought a twinge of pain too intense to be purely mechanical.

How was he supposed to call for any kind of servicing to his arm? When he couldn't speak. They couldn't even call Hollis. The engineer would probably have a fit, half passed out in her recliner if she saw the damage Donnie had done to themself. Again.

The cyborg's eyes squeezed shut. Whistling to himself as they walked along the hall. Donnie could only leave things like this for so long. He had work tomorrow. And these fixes had a nasty way of accumulating costs just as quickly as they demanded upgrading. Just that sent an annoyed twitch straight to their hand, squeezing it into a fist. The hinges in his fingers released a soft hiss as the rage-induced hydraulics forced them closed in a more controlled manner. His fist locked tight as he thought.

He needed to speak with Green as soon as possible. It had assumably been one of her goons he'd destroyed his arm attacking, anyway. And if it wasn't one of hers it would still be a good place to start. Donnie refused to be dragged into this mess himself.

The machines don't just throw out warnings for nothing. Even if it's wrong there is cause behind it.

And now they were annoyed all over again. He had to find Hollis.

[repressionmd]

prompt idea: Mel is trying to figure out Santos's whole... whatever-the-deal-is with Garcia. Santos's answers are too sarcastic to be helpful. Langdon is amused by the lesbian drama (he's seen Garcia break hearts before), but too scared of what Garcia would do to him if he's talking behind her back to explain.

help i know i said i'd use requests as warmups but i got uhm. excited. 😭 i didn't follow your prompt exactly but i hope you like it still !! about 800 words of santos/garcia and mel/langdon sillies :)

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Dr Santos was at work early. Mel paused, staring at her as she stood by the lockers and tapped away at her phone, smiling slightly and clearly oblivious to the rest of the world. Mel walked forward, wondering what world-shattering event had occurred for Santos to be at work early.

She looked up then, tucking away her phone and eyes widening with surprise as she saw Mel.

"Hey!" They said at the same time, though Santos's was measurably less excited. That seemed more normal. It was still 6.30 in the morning.

As Mel moved to her locker and Santos moved to let her pass, she asked - "what brings you in early?" - and kept her eyes on the intern.

Santos didn't like giving much away verbally, but Mel had learnt that her eyes and expressions were very… well. Expressive. And very telling. Right now, she had on her None of your business, leave me alone face, and Mel's newly honed expression-reading skills went to waste when she said, "Oh, nothing special. Thought I'd enjoy some valuable extra time in the hospital I love so much."

"Oh, did you want to get started on rounds? I usually wait for a few more-"

Santos laughed, not unkindly, and looked past Mel as she did. "No, no - I'm actually going to take a little wander. Alone. See you in a bit!"

Just then, Dr Garcia rounded the corner, which Mel knew from the way Santos's eyes lit up and how her mouth curled up in a warm smile that she hardly gave to anyone. Really, Mel had only noticed it when Dr Garcia or Dr Ellis were around.

Something about the situation and Santos's emphasis on being 'alone' made Mel think she should probably leave, but she didn't need to. So she busied herself with sorting out something in her locker, noticing out of the corner of her eye the way Santos started fidgeting beside her as Garcia leaned against the locker on the other side of her. Well, that was interesting.

"Hey, Dr King, you doing okay? Is it a nice day out there? It feels like I haven't seen the sun in ages."

"Yeah, it's pretty nice! A little breeze but its lovely because the sun's out."

"Hey, Mel - I actually wanted to talk to Dr Garcia privately, if you didn't mind." Mel would've felt slighted if not for the glare that Garcia shot Santos.

"Dr Santos, you could have a little patience while I talk to a colleague." Mel fought back a giggle as Santos visibly deflated with that, and mentally conceded that whatever was going on wasn't worth mental warfare with Santos later.

She made a show of checking her watch and saying "Oh, is that the time? I should be heading in now anyway. See you, Dr Garcia!"

Mel walked away, and could've sworn she heard a crash coming from the direction of the lockers but was swept away to deal with a bout of sudden vomiting and promptly forgot about… whatever that was.

Till of course, she ran into Santos in the break room a few hours later.

"Hey, Dr Santos?"

"Don't even mention it."

"What?"

"Either you're going to quiz me about a patient, which is boring and I don't want to hear it, or you're going to ask about Garcia, which is none of your business. Because there is no business. I just had to talk to her, is all."

"So she had nothing to do with you coming in early?" Mel's voice was very purposefully toneless, though she was hiding a smile.

"Nope."

"Nothing at all?"

"Look, Mel. I think you're great."

"Aw!"

"Let me finish. You cannot ask me about that again or I will leak to the nurses that you and Langdon had sex in the supply closet"

"That - never happened!" It had, but Santos wasn't on shift then, how would she know?

"Well, the nurses will believe me. Wait, did you actually have sex in the supply-"

"Nope!" Mel got up very quickly, making another show of checking her watch and pretending to panic. "Okay. Nothing is happening with you and Garcia. And nothing has happened between Langdon and I. Good talk. Bye!"

She didn't miss Santos's laugh as she left, but knew that now this was a definite Cold War. And that she needed to have a serious conversation with Frank and going to HR.

(When she told him about the cold war, he groaned and agreed that they would have to do something first. "Garcia will never forgive me if I'm part of exposing another one of her relationships." To Mel's puzzled face, he added, "She's got a reputation, Mel. I don't want to get into it, it'll give me a headache. Did Santos really guess that part about the supply closet?")

[enjoythesilentworld]

Tuesday #5

YR Drabble Week 2024. @youngroyals-events

Two strangers trading love notes in a coffee shop on Tuesdays. (ao3)

#1, #2, #3, #4, #5

Friday was very fun :) — S

Yes, it was :) — W

Did you miss me after? — S

Simon, we were together all weekend. And then some. — W

Not allllll weekend. — S

You mean, did I miss you when I went home this morning to change? — W

Yes. — S

Of course I did <3 — W

<3 What if we go bowling tonight? — S

I think that’s a wonderful idea. — W

I’m gonna kick your ass, Wilhelm. — S

Hey! I’m much better at bowling than I am at foosball. — W

We’ll see about that. — S

You don’t know what’s coming for you, baby. — W

[cheol-e-kat]

• 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮 •

morning mingyu / the very cute pg-rated one

clingy morning mingyu pulling y/n close and asking her to stay and be all warm and cuddly and kissing her softly, like shoulders and collarbone, whispering “please stay - you’re so cute right now - i promise i cook breakfast just as well as dinner”

y/n smiling, letting mingyu kiss her anywhere, murmuring little ‘mmhmms’ and ‘okays’, playing with mingyu’s soft hair while he kisses her teasingly

mingyu’s lips brush her ear, “you’re getting wet for me baby,” his voice is so warm and husky

y/n smiles through half-lidded eyes, “was i not supposed to?” she asks gently, tracing her fingers against mingyu’s upper arm, watching mingyu’s slow smile

mingyu bites his lip gently, “want help?” he waggles his brows cutely - same question he had asked y/n the day before, she nods though, her breathing picking up a bit at the prospect of anything mingyu might do, “yeah,” she whispers - mingyu’s fingers are already skimming low across her hip

a/n: errr just something quick ... like the quickest thing ever from me maybe??

♡ kat

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teasers: mingyuAI [ teaser i ] |୨୧| all but break your heart

drabbles: summer coworker | #kat_drabbles

angst: no blueberries master list (college au)

fluff: waiting to feel foolish (college au) |୨୧| never happened before (magical realism au) |୨୧| hoodies & candy (college au) |୨୧| no strings (magical realm au) [pt. 1]

smut: playing hearts (college au | camboy au) |୨୧| leave it open (monster!mingyu au) |୨୧| openly pining (stepbrother au)

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[t0rturedangel]

hii :) could i request a drabble/thoughts about rick being ur possessive bf? i just know he gets jealous easilyyy from other rick's trying to steal u lol.

female reader it's ok :) thx thx

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘴

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝟎𝟎𝟐.⠀ C-137 RICK SANCHEZ X READER

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟑. SYNOPSIS, Rick Sanchez is the smartest man in the universe- there is no way he can get jealous.... but he does.

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟒. WARNINGS, Rick Sanchez, maybe a bit ooc, threats / threats of violence, ect

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟓. AUTHOR'S NOTES, HOLY! Yay I'm super happy to be doing a rick and morty request- plssssss request more rick and morty!!.

���� ㅤ▎▍ㅤRICK likes to think that he's above getting jealous, but he's really not. Don't get me wrong he doesn't get jealous of everyone- he knows that no one can be better than him when it comes to being with you, he's not insecure.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤBUTTTT when it comes to people the two of you know and are decently close to such as BIRDPERSON or SQUANCHY, or hell even MEMORY RICK he starts to feel a little jealous- subconsciously keeping a cautious eye on you and who ever you're talking to even though he knows his friends are better than that he still can't help but sta on guard.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤThe jealousy only emphasizes whenever another RICK begins to interact with you, seeing as [name]s are rare in the multiverse, many ricks are / would be prone to want to take you away from him- something that he is not a fan of. Mostly because he loves you (albeit never admitting it to anyone) partly because he likes to see all the other ricks stare at him dumbfounded because he managed to bag you.

While walking through the citadel, you had managed to notice how most- if not ALL- of the Ricks were staring at you, their eyes wide and mouths agape, pupils focused on you and your Rick for an uncomfortable amount of time, “Rick?” you called out- voice just above a whisper, it felt wrong to speak any louder, “Hm?” was the response you got from the rick beside you- his hands shoved into his pockets as he scanned the area, eyes almost narrowing at every other version of himself that looked your way yet also you couldn't help but notice the shit eating grin that he held- it was almost as if he had won something over the others. “why is everyone staring at us?” you frowned, uncomfortable with the amount of eyes that followed your every step, every move like hawks observing oblivious prey. With a sigh, your Rick took of one his hands out from his pockets and placed it on your shoulder, patting it ever so slightly before flipping the Ricks and Morty's off, successfully earning angry groans and 'fuck you's “Dont worry, they're just shocked I have someone as hot as you and they dont, fuckin' losers”.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤAlso RICK is amazing at masking his jealousy as annoyance or anger- typically playing it off as someone staring at him for too long when in reality it was because someone was getting to close to you. He comes up with the quickest excuses too and somehow they're believable.

You stared at your Rick, biting your bottom lip nervously as the screams of an alien alongside the familiar sounds of an ambulance grew distant every second. “Honey...” you began, worried as to why your boyfriend would suddenly shoot a random person while you were busy chatting with one of the Ricks you two had met before. “The fucker was starting at me weird- almost like it wanted to fight me” your Rick casually shrugged, answering a question you had yet to ask “Still... You--” “Shouldn't have shot him, yes yes I know- you're so morally superior to me” he simply rolled his eyes, earning a small shake of your head before you returned to your conversation with the other Rick- who suddenly became uncomfortable with continuing whatever you two were talking about previously- instead excusing himself and leaving you and your Rick behind. “huh... That's weird”

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤWhenever you do put two and two together, realising RICK is jealous, you have a fucking field day- constantly teasing him about it at every chance you get.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤWhenever the both of you go out to party and get high, RICK makes sure you're always in his sight or constantly checking that the tracker he gave you (implanted in you)- after all a fittie like you is bound to get hit on constantly and he will not allow it.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤYou know how when RICK drinks he gets emotional? Yeah that also happens with jealousy, he gets reallly jealous when he's drunk asf. This mostly causing him to cling ont you and cuss everyone out, and when you two get a chance to be alone- he'd probably cry while telling you he's not getting emotional and how everyone else are dumb assholes who don't know jack shit and don't see the value in people like you and him.

🜸 ㅤ▎▍ㅤ It's a rollercoaster with Rick. I hope you don't mind.

[random-posts680]

“•Don’t come looking for me •” part 1

Part two: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/750380195361538048/i-knew-youd-be-backpart-2

Feyd-Rautha x reader

A/n: this is a Drabble I’ve been working on for the past week and I will most likely make a part two!!

Synopsis: You use your job to hide on different planets from a family feud. While living on Giedi prime you catch the attention of the Na-Barron himself and create very close ties with him. The time you have on the planet though is unfortunately short lived, you flee, leaving behind the man you’d, unknowingly made fall in love with you, Feyd-rautha

Other mentions: soft!Feyd, Feyd is obsessed with reader, reader is oblivious, this turned out a bit angsty but part two will tie it up.

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of death, blade to readers throat, blade mentioned, Feyd is a whole warning in himself.

Everyone knew how cruel and sadistic the Baron harkonnens nephew was.

Everyone knew just what he was capable of.

Anyone who’d ever talked to him without being murdered by his own hands would tell you he was truly terrifying and psychotic, a being who is completely incapable of any feelings such as love, vulnerability, gentleness….

Everyone knew that.

Everyone, but you.

You and feyd-Ruathas entire friendship was rooted from a mishap. You were someone from a far away planet who had come to study the ways of the harkonnens on Giedi Prime, at least that’s the job profile you displayed to them.

The day you arrived there, not a single harkonnen payed you much attention and you weren’t bothered by that, going about your business daily, studying the planet, and occasionally watching the brutal battles in the arena.

Not a soul on Giedi Prime had any idea who you were and what your actual reason was for exploring their planet, and you intended to keep it that way. Keeping your existence to a low and never acting out. Your appearance alone already stood out enough among the harkonnens. The last thing you needed was word getting out of your inhabitants on Giedi prime.

Life on the black and white planet wasn’t as bad as many people picked it out to be. You stuck to your “job” and lived peacefully in your guest coordinates. You ate well, slept well, and trained just fine on your own. Until the day your tranquility was disturbed.

That day you and him crossed paths was by far the most chaotic day you’d had on the planet. You had your things huddled in your arms, your com was ringing with a call from your research centre, your mind was thinking of the quickest way back to the guest chambers, yet your feet were taking you elsewhere.

After realizing you were completely lost, you took a bit to calm down and found the nearest bench along the walls of the stronghold and answered the com to update your work place of your progress on Giedi Prime.

Once the call was over, you grabbed your things, and once again realized you had no idea where the hell you were. You let out a sigh as you turned on your heels only to be met with a blade thrust up against your jugular.

Your feet instantly halted.

“Where are you wondering to?” The person holding the blade rasped out. ‘Shit’ Despite your initial panic, you just simply wanted to get back to your guest room, the day had already been stressful enough and you weren’t the type to be afraid of some sick harkonnen who wanted a rise out of a foreigner. ‘First few weeks on this damn planet and I’m about to get slaughtered for walking in the wrong area.’

You knew the harokenns were a driven race but this was just pretentious.

“I’m trying to find the guest chambers, this place is like a maze, I got lost along the way.” You drawled out, keeping the annoyed tone down a notch, doing your best to not anger the male with the blade.

Seconds went by before he withdrew the knife. As soon as he did you whipped around to face the offender and your heart hammered when you came face to face with the Na-Baron himself.

What you didn’t know is that when your eyes met, Feyd-rauthas heart started to hammer too.

The harkonnen paced around you a few times looking you up and down as you stood still, a skeptical look displayed on your face, yet an intrigued expression on his. ‘What the hell is he doing?’ Your train of thought was stopped when he came closer to you, his face neared yours, his breath tickled your nose and his lips twitched ever so slightly when he was just inches away.

Moments passed but with each one you felt your facade slipping away. You nervously drew your lips into a line as he made eye contact with you once again. His deep blue eyes held something that you couldn’t read. Your act was about to crumble before him.

A few more seconds passed and it was as if your unspoken prayers had been answered when he backed up and simply walked the other way down the hall. You watched with a perplexed look during his exit.

Once he was out of your line of sight you blinked away the look and shook off the interaction. ‘What the actual fuck just happened’ you were completely baffled. He just let you go, no further questions, didn’t give you any directions, and he had gotten so close?!?

You stood for a bit, conflicted. As for the Harkonnen himself, he was feeling waves of ambivalence.

He didn’t know if it was the beauty you possessed or the way your eyes seemed to sparkle with curiosity once you realized who he was, but from that moment on Feyd-Ruatha was infatuated with you.

The very next day he had come to find you. He’d looked into your cause and he was determined to be the one to show you the culture of the harkonnens.

At first, you weren’t amused with his persistence and it was a wonder to many how he didn’t just force you into letting him be around you. He was always finding ways to bother you after his duties and training. Being with you exhilarated him, the surge of emotions added a new type of pleasure to his days. He wasn’t going to give up an opportunity like this. And he definitely wasn’t going to let any other harkonnen be the one in his future spot next to you.

When you finally realized you weren’t getting rid of him you decided to accept it. You let him tag along on your explorations, let him teach you things about the planet, even going as far as him introducing you to his uncle and brother. (Which ended in Chaos and you two swore never again). Feyd had started to grow on you and you got used to his presence, you even started to enjoy it. It was nice having a friend on the planet, even one who was a blood thirsty murderer, but nonetheless, Feyd was never anything other than respectful and his interesting version of kind to you.

Each day was something new with you, while he was teaching you, you were also teaching him. You and him trained together, ate togther, and talked about almost anything and everything. The topics went from simple things to things that were more intimate and personal. You considered telling him the true reasons why you sprung from planet to planet “exploring,” but you decided it wasn’t wise considering that he may not understand or even believe you. Now, while you recall these memories you regret never telling him that you were in fact running from something.

Surprisingly, Feyd had actually opened up a few times and shared some of his twisted beliefs with you. Even if they were insane you did your best to understand him and point him in directions that would cause a lot less blood shed. To your surprise, he took some of your advice.

He hated how weak you could make him but at the same time he couldn’t get enough of you. He craved you deeply. Everyday he spent with you only made his need for you stronger. The smiles you’d give him, the gentleness of your hands when you would dress his wounds after an arena fight (If he ever had any injuries from the arena that is), the softness of your voice when you would teach him things from your home planet.

It was truly intoxicating to him.

Feyd was incredibly protective of you too. Not letting many get too close to you and always making sure you were unharmed by other harkonenns. Feyd himself had no desire to ever hurt you either, he actually despised the thought of hurting you altogether. It was one of the reasons he didn’t want to force your hand, no matter how badly he wanted his fantasies of you to come true, he knew he wouldn’t take joy in forcing them upon you.

It was safe to say you had worked miracles on him. You were the only being in the entire universe who could bring this side out of him.

Feyd-rautha loved you.

So the day you just disappeared out of no where was a day nobody enjoyed. When he’d realized your absence and was informed that no harkonnen on the face of Giedie prime had any idea where you had gone, he completely lost it. He killed everyone in the room with him in that moment.

He dropped as many bodies as he possibly could that day. Acting as though they were to blame for you disappearance.

He tried to track you, find a trail of where you may have gone, anything to bring you back to him. He looked for hours, not wanting to believe that the trail to your current location was completely cold. It was as if you’d vanished into thin air.

All of your belongings were left in your guest room. Nothing of yours was missing. The only thing that had gone missing the same day you did was…his blade.

The harkonnen thought the worst when he uncovered this detail. He thought of you fighting against some kind of enemy with his blade in hand, defending yourself all alone, while he had no way of protecting you. Feyd had never felt heartache but when he thought of you alone and scared, fighting for your life, it surged through his chest and even put warm, piercing lumps in his throat at times.

There was only one other piece of evidence, but it proved you were alive. A week after finding that his blade was missing he went to your room to search it once again. This time he found a note taped in one of your analysis journals. ‘I’m sorry, don’t come looking for me’ it’s writing was rushed and sloppy.

The harkonnen stared at it before the weight of the situation settled onto him. You had left, you had run away from him. But this also meant you were alive.

Feyds murderous tendencies only grew from then on. He killed for no reason now. Slaughtering anyone if they did something out of his comfort. His anger being taken out on servants, and the drugged slaves in the arena.

Feyd seemed to hate everything other than killing. But the one thing that drove him mad was the fact he couldn’t bring himself to hate you.

Each night he’d have dreams of you. Dreams of your hair flowing in the geidi prime wind. Your smile glowing as he shows you yet another trick of his. Your soft voice pulling him into a deep sleep. At the end of the day, this was the closest he could be to you. Sleep was his escape and Feyd-ruatha was desperate. He wasn’t ashamed to be lulled to sleep by the thought of you every night. His finger tips wrapping around the sheets when his dreams consisted of times with you.

Feyd and you and never been closer than mere friends but you also had no idea that you were everything to him.

Now, as you float through space months after you had made your escape, you replay those memories in your head. And you make a promise to yourself. You won’t get close with anybody again until you are done running.

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A/n: Guys part two is coming

,I promise, I know this is ended sadly 😭

[mushgloomz]

look at me being cutesy and doing fic/art recs for the first time, huh?

Kia’s April Favourites

You fuckers are so immensely talented, and being the gluttonous little whore that I am, I have consumed a lot of content from you all - that being said, I think dedicating a post a month to some of my favourite works, whether written or otherwise, is a very reasonable cause <3

Total: 25 fics, 5 artworks.

Joel Miller

After all - @talaok

Joel Miller x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: A morning in Jackson with your husband Joel and his kid Ellie, only ever since you got pregnant he has seemingly become insatiable.

“you ain’t falling asleep again” - @myownwholewildworld

Joel Miller x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Joel takes Viagra and can't keep it down. He decides you can help. And the glasses stay on.

Peck on the Cheek - @yxtkiwiyxt

Joel Miller x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Joel hasn't touched you in weeks.

Playin' Games - @shaunasrabbit

Joel Miller x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You steal Joel's cut from a run. He comes to claim what's his.

Patrol - @suuuupernovaaa

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Joel keeps you warm on patrol.

Coming Home - @auteurdelabre

Joel Miller. Drabble. S2 Spoilers.

Stubborn - @gutsby

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Joel sees your baby bump for the first time.

Love on You - @strang3lov3

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI - DUBCON/NONCON, INCEST.

Team Effort - @ilikeevilblondes

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Your roommate, Joel, is normally not a nuisance, but one evening, he barges into your room because his laptop broke and he needs to borrow yours for unspecified reasons. Of course, what he didn’t know was that you were already using it for the same thing. You manage to reach a compromise by sharing your screen and fulfilling your respective needs alongside one another. As you do.

Pretty Pretty Please - @maiamore

Joel Miller x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: He was supposed to stay a fantasy. A problem you could handle alone. Now he’s real. And unfortunately a bigger problem than you could ever imagine. Or, Joel eats you out with a full blown party going on outside your door.

Inside Your Mind - @junojoel

Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You need to find a way to make Joel relax. Quickest solution? A blowjob.

The Gift - @tateypots

Joel Miller x f!Reader x Tommy Miller. NSFW, MDNI - NONCON/DARK.

Part of the ongoing Collared series.

Deplore Me - @half-moon16

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You and Joel Miller can't stand each other, so you fuck about it. That's it. That's the plot.

Pretty Girl - @daryltwdixon

Joel Miller x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You’ve never felt fully at home in your own skin, but that has never stopped Joel from showing you just how much he wants you. One night, you gather the courage to show him what you’ve been too afraid to share, and he shows you exactly what it means to be wanted, worshipped, and seen.

Javier Peña

Hands to Myself - @gothcsz

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You get to know the handsome stranger sitting next to you on your overnight flight to Mexico.

Dave York

Lockdown - @toomanystoriessolittletime

Dave York x Fem!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: What better way to sit through the annual sexual harassment online class at work than to break the new intern in?

Thin Walls - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Dave York x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: The wall between your hotel room and the room of the handsome man is pretty thin.

Hold Still - @almostfoxglove

Dave York x f!Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: On your last night together, Dave agrees to compromise.

Dieter Bravo

The Predicament - @peepawispunk

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: You get trapped in an elevator with Dieter Bravo.

Frankie Morales

A Fitting Punishment - @stitch-away

Frankie Morales x Male Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Frankie has been called up to his lieutenants office on bad behaviour. His lieutenant tells him he needs to be punished.

Din Djarin

One Room, One Bed - @mandaloriankait

Din Djarin x Reader. NSFW, MDNI.

Multiple PPCU Characters

The Party - @tateypots

Multiple PPCU Characters x Reader. NSFW, MDNI - NONCON/DARK.

Summary: Offering to help your new stepdad host a party for his family doesn’t turn out the way you expect.

D x C - @whocaresstillthelouvre

Dieter Bravo x Female Reader x Clint Flood. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Clint walks in on you and Dieter in a particular situation and decides to join in.

Poison Either Way - @guiltyasdave

Dave York x Reader x Javier Peña. NSFW, MDNI.

Summary: Agent Peña walks in on you and Dave taking a bit of an... unusual break.

Paying Off The Debt - @baronessvonglitter

Joel Miller x Reader x Clint Flood. NSFW, MDNI - DUBCON/NONCON.

Summary: When your husband doesn't pay his debt, the two men coming to collect decide on a different form of payment.

Art

Pedro - @retromaccaroni

50th Birthday Artwork.

Pedro - @valevntine

50th Birthday Artwork.

Javi Gutiérrez - @valevntine

Javi Gutiérrez Tarot Card - ongoing collection.

Joel, Tess and Ellie - @eri-maull

Joel and Tess meet ‘the cargo’.

Joel and Tommy Moodboard - @ohhoneypascal

Joel Miller and Tommy Miller Moodboard.

[preciouslilmonster]

does god cry when it rains?

jason todd x tired college! female reader

⋆.˚ warnings: ANGSTY (mentions of depression, anxiety and grief) and a lil suggestive MDNI!

⋆.˚ desc: totally inspired on Nessa Barrett's song! jason comes back to reader's life, he's not the same but so isn't she.

⋆.˚ notes: this is my first published drabble (writing tbh) ever, i was inspired by many of my hyperfixations before but Jason Todd broke me :) english is not my first language so if something sounds off thats why

hope you enjoy!

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back then he had berated you endlessly about walking in the streets of Gotham this late all by yourself. you would snark back reminding him that you too had grown in these eerie streets. he would roll his eyes.

for some years now, he wasn't here anymore. so you had let yourself stay in the library into the thick dark night, only to give up mid study-session and find the quickest route home to recover from the sleep deprivation which was most certainly affecting you.

as you walked the heavy rain filled the atmosphere and the ghoul figures of Gotham were hiding from the wrath of the skies. or so you though. out of nowhere something yanked your backpack sideways with enough strength to send you flying against the ground. a yell stuck on your throat.

feeling the gashes forming in your palms and bruises settling on your knees, the adrenaline pushed you to stand up and figured who attacked you. in the curb stood a man in a red mask violently assaulting what seemed to be a thug. your red backpack discarded to the other side. and that was the night jason todd returned to you.

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morning came. the raindrops settled on every surface and you didn't get a wink of sleep. you were now almost in a overdrive mode of exhaustion. jason had agreed to stay with you through the night, to hold you while your heart poured out and shook in between his strong arms.

buried in his equally built chest, which wasn't that familiar to you yet, his breath had evened out and you had never stayed as quiet and still out of sheer panic. jason had explained to you that he was not the same. that he had gone through through hell and back, but some of the flames scarred him inside out eternally.

you had listened tenderly, and told him how it felt like your biggest dream come true that he was right there in front of you. jason almost cursed himself for not coming to you sooner. his sweet girl. he brushed your cheek stained tears, kissed your bitten lips. but the illusion that his arms posed right now, created something suffocating inside you.

what if you closed your eyes and he was gone? vanished into the misty air of Gotham again, to haunt you in a near future again? were you going insane? you most surely felt like it. besides that, if he changed irreparably, so had you.

loss, hardship and grief had dimmed your light. you weren't the ray of sunshine he had fell in love with. indifference for what was a unfair and ugly world had replaced a childish sense of wonder. cold had dissipated through your insides extinguishing a warmth which had been abundant enough to share with everyone.

as his chest rose and fell softly, guilty settled in the back of your throat. could that be the girl he was dreaming off right now?

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the first fews weeks you kind of held him at a distance. you cozied up together, you spent nights catching up about the past years... but Jason could sense that you were somewhere else. he had asked about it straight to your face, telling you didn't need to be with him in commiseration.

instead of letting him know what was running through your mind, your brain just decided to cause a full meltdown. it was the first time Jason saw you having a panic attack and he was scared for his life. the feeling of not being able to receive air, of feeling that your heart would beat out of its ribcage was familiar to him. he was just not ready to witness it happening to you.

after that happened he just let it go. watching over you more thoughtfully, giving you space to work out what you needed to about him. but it was a hard task. it was a hard task to gaze over your figure from the couch as you sat nearby on the kitchen table doing some readings.

your reading glasses down the bridge of your nose, the furrowed look you gave those pages full of non sense letters, the way your hand kept stretching his hoodie so it would hide your knees as you pressed them against you. in a sigh he was standing next to you. hand sliding to the back of your neck, to massage the skin.

you'd look at him and stop chewing the bottom of your pen in nervousness but then he just kneeled. a rough but gentle hand going inside the hoodie to pull your knees down, so he'd stand in the middle of your legs gazing up at you kissing the skin of your shin, asking for permission silently.

shuddering you'd nod softly and his hand would come to your lower back, sliding you further to the edge of the seat. and the way he moved over you, the dedication and care he put on his motions had you going out of your body, unconsciously gripping the contour of the table to stay grounded.

in that moment, Jason laid you completely bare as only he knew how to do. the devotion of this one act of intimacy wrapping your hazed mind in a pained but tender realisation. no matter what stood in his path, he would always make it back to you. and you'd be damned if you wouldn't do the exact same thing for him.

so as his name died on your mouth and your lungs lurched for air, you slowly pulled your trembling body from the chair to kneel in front of him as well. for Jason you'd be anything, you'd crawl out of the pit of sadness you had created for yourself. because you know he would fight to pull you out of there himself.

your head curled against the crook of his neck, as you wept without restraint. the light had gone in, burning, igniting your insides. and he didn't need to ask why you were crying. he simply held you once again, while tears fell from his own eyes too this time.

from that moment on there was no more mourning, no more overthinking. just two souls bind by an affection that surpassed tragedy, by a love which survived time. just his sweet girl and him. forever his baby.

@ your precious little monster ⏾

[redzie02]

Jongho is starving for your touch and demands your attention

jongho drabble. previous jongho fic

warnings: none/ jongho is baby bear af/ clingy jongho propaganda/ domestic vibes masterlist

Imagine, you got home a few hours ago. The first thing you did was rid yourself of your work clothes in exchange for comfier ones. A loose fitting tee- that you stole from your boyfriend- and some shorts.

The dishes that were left in the sink after breakfast that morning were quickly washed. Floors swept, tables wiped down. Everything was clean and you were free. Free to do what, exactly? Nothing.

Throwing your body onto the couch, you let out a breath, covering your legs with the plush blanket that was gifted to you many years ago.

You scroll through your texts, replying to any you might've missed while cleaning. You spot a few from Jongho.

2:30 pm jongie♡: i miss you. i wanna go home

2:31 pm jongie♡: hongjoong extended practice :(

2:40 pm jongie♡: helloooooo

2:45 pm jongie♡: hello :(

2:49 pm jongie♡: we leave at 3, u better answer me then :(

It was now 2:59 pm. Your lips tugged downward as you read the messages- you shouldn't have silenced your notifications. Idiot mistake. You were about to type until you saw three little dots appear on the screen. You waited for his text.

3 pm jongie♡: heading home now! ...are u there

You replied.

my y/n: yes! sorry i didnt see your texts earlier, bear :(

jongie♡: did you die

my y/n: no lol i was cleaning. are u tired? hungry?

jongie♡: tired, yes

jongie♡: hungry, not yet. had some snacks :) got u a croissant

my y/n: UGH I LOVE YOU <3 see u when u get here jongie

jongie♡: u only love me cuz i bring u food :(

my y/n: yes :) now hurry

You scrolled through various apps, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of your dimly lit apartment while you waited for Jongho.

It only took 15 minutes before three quick taps from the door interrupted your scrolling. You opened the door only to be engulfed by a pair of strong arms. You beamed into Jongho's chest. "Hi bear."

Still clutching you in his arms, he walked you backward into the apartment, kicking the door closed with his foot. With his head buried into your neck, he inhaled. "Mmm, you smell so good. Why do you always smell so good?"

"Maybe it's cause I steal your body wash." He chuckled. "You, however, smell like you've been dancing for eight hours."

Jongho lifted his head with disbelief written all over his face. "You can forget about the croissant."

"Wait! What I meant to say was that you should get comfortable and you know, put on some fresh clothes and we can relax together while I eat the croissant my amazing, beautiful boyfriend bought me." You fluttered your eyelashes at him. He had a soft spot for you and you knew that. He almost never says no to you.

Jongho sighed and let go of you to reach into his messenger bag. He feigned reluctance as he passed you the brown paper bag containing the freshly baked croissant. "Here. I'll be back."

"Thank you, baby," you pulled him in for a soft kiss, pressing your lips onto his warm ones. His shoulders relaxed under your touch- tension he didn't even realize he held. He almost whimpered at the feeling, sighing into your mouth. He really did miss you. Jongho just about crumbled when you pulled away, heading back to the couch. "I'll be here."

He groaned but trudged himself to your shared bedroom anyway, grabbing clean clothes, and hopping into the shower soon after.

It was the quickest he had ever showered, not wanting to waste any more time without you in his arms. Yet when he returned to the living room, you had barely even glanced his way. You didn't even comment on his wet hair that you liked so much because you thought it was cute.

Jongho was disappointed, to say the least. Sure, you were here, but all your attention had been taken up by your stupid screen. Oh, how he envied the little device in your hand.

With an audible exhale, he lifted your legs, placed them over his lap, then plopped down on the couch. Your croissant was nowhere to be seen, devoured in a matter of seconds, he assumed. Besides the few tiktoks you had showed him, he sat there, staring at the ceiling. His fingers danced up and down your legs. He massaged your calf. His hands snuck their way up to knead at your soft thighs. He even tickled your foot, but nothing seemed to avert your eyes from your phone.

Jongho puffed his cheeks and blew the air out, bored and frustrated out of his mind. All he wanted was you. All he could think about was being wrapped in your embrace, feeling your body heat mixing with his. It made his skin itch with need.

He sat up suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

You locked your phone, listening for anything that may have been out of the ordinary. "What?" You sat up, a little frightened. "I don’t hear anything."

"Exactly. When was the last time we were alone like this? We have the rest of today and tomorrow to ourselves."

"Jongho, you scared me! I thought someone was breaking in or something," you clutched your chest whilst Jongho laughed at your melodrama. You attempted to poke his sides with your foot, but he caught your ankle. "Not funny," you whined. "What do you wanna do?"

"I’m not sure. What are you up for?" Satisfied he caught your attention, he brought your leg up, placing a gentle kiss on your ankle.

"Welp, as of right now? Absolutely nothing." You stretched and let out an ahh and shifted your gaze back to your phone.

Jongho frowned and leaned forward, snatching your phone and stuffing it between the cushions.

“Hey!”

"It’s just me and you and all you wanna do is use your phone! What about me?" His bottom lip jutted out further than before and his eyes were round and shiny.

You would take a picture if your phone wasn’t being squished in the couch.

You held your arms out for him. "Come here."

He tossed one of your legs over his side and settled himself between them, his head now resting on your shoulder. His damp hair lightly grazed your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You threaded your fingers through his dark locks.

"I miss you," he softly spoke.

"I'm right here, baby. I'm sorry I wasn't giving you my attention."

"It's okay, I know- just...hold me." And you did. You wrapped your legs around him and held him as tightly as you could to your body. Tender kisses were placed on his forehead. Your hands refused to settle as they roamed his arms, his back, his face. You felt Jongho's breathing slow down, letting you know that he was falling asleep. You remembered he hadn't eaten dinner, so you gently tapped him a few times.

"Jongho, don't fall asleep, I have to make you dinner."

"No, don't let go. This feels too good." He only snuggled his face deeper between your neck and shoulder, squishing his lips against your skin.

"You have to eat, bear. You've only had what? Breakfast and snacks all day? After hours of practicing the choreos? I love you and I won't let you starve."

"I'd rather starve then let go. I've needed this all day." His words vibrated against your skin, hardly coherent, but you understood nonetheless.

"It'll be quick, I promise, yeah? How does pasta sound?"

He hummed and nodded, slowly getting up. Exhaustion had etched itself onto his face and it made your heart cry out. Before heading towards the kitchen, you leaned down and peppered kisses all over his face. Usually he'd protest at the affection, but he closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Just ten minutes, okay?"

a/n: i honestly didnt know where to go with this, i just kept writing lol. reader was hauling ass trying to get that pasta ready btw

[graboidmilk]

Chalcanthite Fun Facts !

Facts under the cut !

Chalcanthite is an Alaskan Malamute- however, if asked, he will lie and tell you that he is a wolf, insisting that the bright white is purely genetic chance.

On that same note, he DETESTS the natural curl of his tail. In keeping up with the 'wolf' claim, he adds that the curl is a genetic deformity, when in reality he has the qualifications to be considered a perfect fit for his 'breed's' standard.

Chalcanthite actually finds great comfort in the pressure of a collar- alongside the mental association of having tangible proof that someone wants him.

He cannot stand being called 'Chal,' and calling him such is the quickest way to find yourself on his shit list. He barely tolerates nicknames at all, but most people seem to get away with 'Chalcan.' (He's willing to let women call him 'Challie,' however.)

Chalcanthite is severely touch averse- unless he's the one to initiate it. If Chalcanthite touches you willingly, it is nonverbal consent to reciprocate, and can even be safely assumed as a request for it.

Speaking of consent- Chalcanthite can't give it. In any capacity. Due to not only his trauma, but also his gigantic pride, Chalcanthite cannot stomach verbally asking for anything, no matter how simple. This is further explored in this drabble.

"Do you wanna talk about your feeli-" he's already out the door and down seven flights of stairs.

Chalcanthite will not let anyone else ever call him 'Sweetness.' That's for Coyle, and Coyle alone- so much so that, when he was still a reagent, he once got shot in the face because Franco called him 'Sweetness' and Chalcanthite instinctively stopped running to turn around and tell him off.

Even though Chalcanthite binds, his doesn't actually have body dysphoria. Rather, he binds to ensure that he is perceived as a male, especially in a facility crowded with dangerous men.

He does have voice dysphoria, though- whether he likes it or not, hormones have not dropped his voice.

Ironically, before ever losing his paw, Chalcanthite had very bad nerve pain and, before being forced into the status of a reagent, was saving up for a medically-approved amputation. After losing his paw and being fitted for a prosthetic, Chalcanthite's performance only improved as he was no longer hindered by his chronic pain.

Chalcanthite has already resigned himself to suicide if Coyle were to ever leave him.

Easterman has had to warn multiple staff not to send Chalcanthite into 'Introductory' therapies, as he is unable to control his strength enough to compensate for the lessened difficulty.

His favourite food is beef !!!

...

Yep, that's it ! Any form or dish, as long as it's mostly beef ! It doesn't even have to be seasoned, it just needs to be cooked medium-rare and he's good to go !

When not deployed in a trial, Chalcanthite enjoys sleeping most of his time away, though Easterman does often have the staff provide him with drawing materials to keep him pacified.

Speaking of: Easterman has learned to send mostly female staff to directly confront Chalcanthite, as he is less willing to cause a scene.

[lexsssu]

Fruitful (Nicholas D. Wolfwood)

TAGS: Nicholas/Wife!reader, breeding, teasing, married sex, smut, drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

“You feel that, angel? How deep my cock is kissing your womb? Mhmm, it’s supposed to be like that so we can get you all nice and pregnant the quickest~”

One would think that a man of the cloth wouldn’t dare say such salacious words, but Nicholas D. Wolfwood had always thrived in acting against the norm and expectations. 

However, he supposes that God wouldn’t mind, considering that he’s just fulfilling the human need and responsibility to ‘be fruitful and multiply’ with his pretty little wife. And what a thought that was, finally having you as his both in heart and the eyes of God.

Fuck, just the knowledge that you were his and he was yours has him harder than he’s ever been before you came into his life.

Nicholas fought off the savage grin that threatened to stretch across his face when you keen and whimpered so cutely for him as he repeatedly shoved himself balls-deep inside you. 

“Don’t be shy, and lemme hear how sweetly you sing for my cock, won’t you angel? You know I need a ‘lil…encouragement after all…”

[daisynik7]

Hi, how are you? I hope that well. My delusion for Ino led me to wonder how he would react to receiving a somewhat unusual (if you know what I mean 🫣🔥) photo of his girlfriend during work hours. But it's okay if you don't want to write 🥰🫶🏻

cw: established relationship, smut

Author’s Note: Hello my dear! I’m not open for requests, but I’ve also been thinking about this so I couldn’t resist writing this drabble. Enjoy! Divider credit to @/cafekitsune. 

Ino usually knows better than to check his phone during work hours, especially when he’s on a mission with his mentor. It’s a Saturday night and he’s been called in last-minute to exorcise curses infesting the basement of a local elementary school. Nanami accompanies him, so naturally, he’s on his best behavior, always striving to impress his senpai. Typically, his phone is on silent, tucked away in his pocket, his attention completely focused on completing the task at hand. He normally doesn’t let anything distract him. 

Today’s a little bit different. It’s your anniversary. 

You surprise him earlier with breakfast in bed, starting off with you riding his face until he’s devoured every last drop of you. It’s his absolute favorite; the best way to start any morning, in between your thighs with his tongue stroking your clit until you’re gushing all over him. Then, the two of you cook an actual meal consisting of some of your favorite dishes: a steaming bowl of miso soup, steamed rice, fluffy eggs. It’s routine now, the way you maneuver the kitchen together. Ino leaning over the kitchen stove, steam surrounding his face as he smiles down at the pot, stirring the broth slowly. You peeking over his shoulder, dropping the cubed tofu pieces carefully, sneaking a quick smooch on his cheek. For lunch, Ino reserves a special sake tasting at your favorite bar in Shinjuku, where you both indulge in the smooth liquor and tasty appetizers. Afterwards, you pick up food for take-out and head back home to enjoy the rest of your evening comfortably. 

It's just when the two of you are exchanging presents that Nanami calls him in for work. Ino already unwrapped your gift to him, his fingers exploring the silky fabric of the lingerie delicately, his lips parted in awe, salivating at the thought of you modeling this for him. He almost lets the call go to voicemail, ready to take you right here, right now. “Taku,” you giggle as he scatters wet kisses along your neck, his hands trying to work your shirt off, his phone still ringing. “Nanami is calling you.”

He groans into your skin, clearly frustrated at the horrible timing of it all, but he eventually picks up, reluctantly agreeing to meet his senpai as soon as possible. “I’ll be back soon, okay? And we are going to continue exactly where we left off,” he demands, kissing you fiercely on the lips. 

As much as you love and adore your boyfriend, you can’t help but mess with him just a little bit. 

That’s how he ends up in his current situation, in the middle of his mission on a quick break, rock hard as he stares at his phone screen. It’s a selfie of you, his wonderful, naughty girlfriend posing with the lingerie on, the lace hugging all of your curves perfectly, the sheer fabric exposing the parts of you that only he’s lucky enough to see. The message sent with the photo reads as follows: 

Hurry, baby. I’m waiting for you. 

That’s what does it. Ino effortless eliminates all the remaining curses in record time that even Nanami praises him, which is rare for him to do. Within the next half hour, he returns home, takes the quickest and most efficient shower he’s ever taken, and is in bed with you, raring to go. And for this, he takes his damn time because both you and he deserve it. 

[nicbutnasty]

🧡 landoscar :))))

Thank you!! Apologies this took a few weeks, but also it grew from a quick drabble to almost 1k words of fluff, and is still somehow the quickest fic I've ever written. Hope you enjoy!

[send me heart and a ship for (what was meant to be) a brief snippet]

Lando/Oscar, kissing in bed/lazy kiss/cuddling

In hindsight, Lando thinks, maybe Oscar did have the better idea for a dedicated napping spot in the McLaren motorhome. He’s already given up on trying to sleep in his room downstairs, struggling to get comfortable and switch his mind off, but it’s a full afternoon of media lined up for later – there’s no way he’s gonna make it through that without a nap.

Normally, curling up in a corner would work just fine – he wouldn’t mind, he’d even requested a bed extension for this year so he’d have room to stretch out, but it still isn’t quite right. Not when Oscar’s probably fast asleep in luxury upstairs, with his full-length plush sofa bed and the afternoon light streaming in through the windows. Like a bloody cat in a sunbeam. And here Lando is, tossing and turning on a plank of foam covered metal. 

If Oscar has the best napping spot, well, Lando would just have to go and make the most of it too. 

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Quietly, Lando pushes open the door of Oscar’s room, and sure enough there he is, stretched out on his sofa-bed like a particularly contented cat. He looks softer somehow, Lando thinks, more relaxed, more open than he usually is around the track in the daytime. It makes Lando want to do something stupid like brush the hair out of his eyes and kiss him, some sleeping beauty nonsense or whatever. He quickly pushes the thought to the back of his mind.

Oscar stirs slightly as Lando enters and pads over to the bed.

“Kim?” Oscar asks, voice rough with sleep, rubbing bleary eyes with the back of his hand.

Lando perches on the edge of the bed, the only space there is available with how Oscar’s sprawled out across it. “Nah it’s Lando. Budge up, I wanna sleep too.”

Oscar shuffles back only a couple inches, so Lando prods him in the thigh.

“Nuh, comfy,” he murmurs, cracking an eye open to peer at Lando. “Get in or get out.”

Lando sighs in despair, but still he kicks his shoes off and swings his legs up onto the sofa bed, curling himself into what little space there is, back pressed flush against Oscar and his head tucked below Oscar’s chin. Oscar simply responds by throwing an arm around Lando’s waist with a satisfied hum.  

Even like that, Lando can admit this is the better option than his bed downstairs, and Oscar is nice and warm. His arm is a reassuring weight over Lando, and he relaxes as Oscar’s breathing slowly evens out towards sleep again.

Lando shifts a little to get more comfortable, fully accepting this is the best way he’s gonna get some sleep before the next round of media duties. He’s careful not to disturb Oscar too much, but Oscar lets out a soft groan anyway and pulls Lando closer to him. 

“Stop moving” Oscar murmurs into his hair, before pressing his lips right there against the top of Lando’s head. 

Okay. Well. That’s new, Lando thinks, but definitely not unwelcome. If he’d been any closer to sleep he’d have thought nothing of it, but as it is, he’s now very much awake. 

The idea of staying still now firmly out of the window, Lando twists in his hold to look up at Oscar. He’s got his eyes tightly closed, feigning sleep, but with a soft pink flush across his cheeks like he’s just realised what he’s done. Lando takes a moment to just observe, hoping Oscar doesn’t open his eyes and catch him staring.

There’s a red crease curving down his cheek from how he’s been sleeping before Lando disturbed him, reminiscent of the balaclava lines that always make him look so vulnerable post-race, with cheeks flushed just like they are now. There’s the constellation of freckles across his face that makes him want to trace them with his fingertip, playing dot-to-dot until he gets down to the two moles nestled against his throat to press a kiss right there. Then mingled in with the freckles, there's that light spattering of pimples from where the balaclava sits against his skin, that Lando hates on himself – somehow they persist despite his fancy skincare routine – but that on Oscar he just finds endearing.

Cautiously, with his heart thudding in his chest, Lando cranes his neck upwards to place a careful kiss to Oscar’s jaw. There’s a soft intake of breath, and then Oscar is moving to tentatively brush Lando’s lips with his own. 

Lando kisses back, bringing his hand up to brush Oscar’s hair from his face – just as soft as expected, he wants to tangle his fingers in it, and this seems to be something he’s allowed to do now, so he does. His brain is almost working on autopilot as his lips move against Oscar’s, and when Oscar sighs into the kiss, Lando can’t help but deepen it, licking into Oscar’s mouth. He tastes like mouthwash and sleep and heat, and Lando has always been desperate to take as much as he’s able, half-blanketing Oscar’s body with his own in an attempt to get impossibly closer.

Oscar pulls back slightly, and Lando freezes, worried he’s done something wrong and ruined this tentative thing between them, but Oscar just smiles dazedly up at him, eyes all soft and crinkly at the edges. “This is nice,” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” Lando breathes. 

Oscar lifts his head to press another chaste kiss against Lando’s lips. “Okay, now sleep” he says, letting his head drop back on the pillow with a soft smile. 

“Yup, good idea,” Lando replies with a grin, but Oscar’s already shut his eyes and once again is doing a good impression of being fast asleep.

Lando’s still half-draped over Oscar, who seems quite content with that, so Lando simply relaxes back into Oscar’s arms and shuts his eyes, allowing himself to slowly drift off to the steady in-and-out of Oscar’s breathing.

[blue-disco-lights]

✨ AO3 Wrapped 2024 ✨

I can't believe we've reached the end of the year. It's been a beautiful treasure trove of fics and art this year, thank you to all the creators! And thank you for tagging me in this trip down '24 memory lane @energievie @mybrainismelted @jrooc @suzy-queued @sgtmickeyslaughter.

1. How many words have you written this year? About 35,000 total fic words + 5,200 @galladrabbles ones for every week of the year!

2. How many works did you publish this year? 9 including my currently-cloaked Masquerade fic.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits) Might be Groceries that I wrote for last year’s Masquerade, where Mickey wanders the grocery store thinking about the history of their relationship.

4. What work of yours has the most hits? 100-Word One-Shots which is my drabbles collection. But fic-wise, it’s Camp is a Battlefield, co-written for Gallavich Summer Camp.

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? The Night Shift probably, since it was just a shorty fic I tried for AUgust.

6. Favorite title you used. Camp is a Battlefield since it’s a funny play on words with our favorite Bon Jovi anthem that also spoke to the whole theme of the story.

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist's songs did you pull from the most? I’m not great about using song lyrics, so it’s always a fun challenge when they’re our Galladrabble prompts. Two of my favorites this year were “Do You Wanna Dance” and "Crash Into Me".

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year? Ian & Mickey 

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? Ian and Mickey… of course 

10. What work was the quickest to write? And one of the most fun - The Housewarming Party written as a gift for @runawaybrainsc (for the @gallavich-fic-club Secret Santa).

11. What work took you the longest to write? Maybe Breathing Underwater (for Gallavich Gift Exchange) since I had to do some research on how aquariums work lol.

12. How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year? I just have my Parent-Teacher Conference galladrabbles WIP that I hope to pick up again. Otherwise, I’m just hanging out waiting for my next prompt

13. What's your longest work of the year? Camp is a Battlefield!

14. What's your shortest work of the year? The Hall Monitors (764 words)

15. What WIP are you taking into next year with you? Let us say ... The Parent-Teacher Conference hopefully

16. What's your most common "Additional Tags" tag? Just like my AU hero Suzy-queued it’s gotta be Alternative Universe. But also surprising (to me) Canon-Divergent.

17. Your favorite character to write this year? Mickey is my forever favorite. I also really love writing a Meddling Matchmaker Mandy!

18. The character who gave you the most trouble writing this year? I only ever write a tiny line here and there for Lip, but he can be a challenge to try to get just right.

19. What's one pairing you want to explore next year? I honestly can’t imagine stepping out of the Gallavich zone but who knows!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? Probably Groceries

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year? 1,004 (thank you!)

22. Which work has the most comments? Camp is a Battlefield (thanks again!)

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year? Yes! Camp is a Battlefield was co-written with my summer camp bunkmates mybrainismelted and jrooc with illustrations by @creepkinginc

Chasing Waves, another summer camp collaboration, co-written with @sandrashaine @shippergirl121fic mybrainismelted with illustrations by @doshiart

24. Did you write any gifts this year? Yes! The Housewarming Party :) and Breathing Underwater for @dynamic-power for Gallavich Gift Exchange.

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Yes! From such lovely people too:  - Coming Attraction by the wonderful Suzy-queued - Flights of Fancy by Jrooc, & Mybrainismelted - The Soft Places by @nozenfordaddy

26. What's your most common category/trope? Between fics and drabbles, it’s probably Flirting & Fluff lol

27. What do you listen to while writing? Usually need complete silence.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year? Cross between Groceries and The Night Shift

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? Hard to choose, so I just picked a random drabble line that made me laugh. Prompt: “Blur” (or… Mickey needs glasses) “Mick, how many fingers am I holding up?” “Fuck OFF! 10! Now leave it alone forever.” Mickey storms off down the hall, and -surprise to know one- nearly trips over their cat. “Sorry Turbo,” he mutters.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year? It is absolutely a surprise every single time I type the last line of a story and realize I’ve actually done it.

Happy New Year everyone! 🥂I'd like to especially like to toast the Galladrabbles team Energievie & @look-i-love-u for running an amazing event that inspires me every week. And @gallavichthings who manages a whole calendar of events (2025's list is here). And of course to the Gallavich-fic-club. All of the writing I manage to get done is because of you all!

Tagging everyone I tagged 👆 and all of you if you'd like to play @sam-loves-seb @palepinkgoat @ian-galagher @wehangout @solitarycreaturesthey @notherenewjersey @callivich @darlingian @katicusdramaticus @irishkitty-23 @runninonemptyy @jessij1997 @mmmichyyy @spacerockwriting @lazystargazy @thepupperino @deedala @starry-nights-17 @atthedugouts @gallawitchxx @ms-moonlight-inn @whatthebodygraspsnot @firendeavor @echotrees @roryonic @catgrassplantdad @thisdivorce @michellemisfit @crossmydna @nymacron @redwiccanrobin @gallavichsuperfan @annisefreya @bawlbrayker @rayrayor @lingy910y @sweetbee78 @em-harlsnow @sickness-health-all-that-shit and anyone I may have missed. Sending 💕💕

[dcggersedge]

i wanna see, wanna see 'em dancing

Dancer class drabble (wc 1126)

Please, find it in your heart to stay. Let me dance by your side forever…

There hadn’t been a lot of time to dance in her village. As small and far away as they were, help wasn’t going to come quickly if they ever needed it. It was important to always be working, to always be certain that when the colder months came and the ground that was already so unforgiving bore no chance of providing food, they would have done enough to survive the winter’s chill. There was no time to spend on learning things like dancing.

When festivals did roll around, however, that was the one exception. The one time where everyone would gather to celebrate a hard year of surviving. Where people could pretend for a few hours that everything was easy. On those rare days, she remembers a great bonfire that seemed brighter than any star dancing against the night sky. She remembers holding hands with friends she can’t remember the faces of, and spinning in a great circle as they laughed and stumbled and did their best to mimic the distant lords and ladies they heard so much about.

Please don’t hold me back. It will only serve to sharpen the pain of our parting.

When she’d been moved to the capital, there still hadn’t been any time to learn.

Instead of dancing, she learned how to kill. How to keep her balance as she ran away over rough terrain. The careful positioning of arms that would make the kill the quickest. The choreography of something as old as human’s first sins.

She remembers sitting hidden in the branches of a tree outside a noble’s house, peering into the ballroom through the window as the now close lords and ladies flocked together with high pitched laughs and words veiled in double meaning. Through the window, she watches as a noble child around her age approaches a noble girl and bows, just enough to be polite, before offering her his hand. The girl blushes, turns to her friends who laugh excitedly, then takes his hand and follows him out to the dance floor.

In the host’s room that night, as she watches the blood slowly puddle beneath him and sink into the overly plush carpet, she wonders if he enjoyed the last dance of his life, or if the commoners playing pretend were happier than the nobles could ever be.

My eyes are closed.

The first show Yunaka had been asked to do hadn’t involved any dancing. It had been nice and simple she’d later learned, as slowly she’d been presented with more and more complicated performances. Recite the lines, walk upon the stage where she was supposed to and, at the end, take his hand. A much easier choreography than the one she’d done before.

It doesn’t take long for the challenge to present itself.

“You want me to dance?” She asks, surprise heavy and exaggerated in her tone. Maybe she should have seen this coming from him. Somehow, she hadn’t, and so though he laughs at her - not unkindly, because he has never been anything but deeply kind with her - he still smiles softly and nods his head. Yes, he wants her to, he confirms, and Yunaka feels that same dread that had filled her the first time returning again.

“I’ve never learned how to.” She warns him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The first time, she had been perfect, and she was sure now that was because what he asked for had been easy. This time, he needed a graceful swan to join him on the stage, not an ugly duckling pretending to be everything it isn’t.

That’s okay, he insists. Because he can teach her.

After swallowing her nerves, she nods, and promises to do her best job ever at playing pretend.

My hand is here. If you trust me, then take it…and never let go.

They set a date for the first rehearsal, and Yunaka shows up early. Everything is going well. She’s laughing and smiling and jokes with him when he shows up, up until the moment he takes his place in the center of their room and offers her his hand.

She freezes. She stares at him with wide eyes. No matter what she tries, she can’t move or even speak past the sudden lump in her throat. Right when she feels like she won’t be able to breathe, he drops it and tells her that they can try again tomorrow. Disappointment with herself chokes her from being able to do anything else but nod.

The second day, he offers his hand again, and again she freezes. This time, instead of throwing the day away, he offers to show her the steps instead. To practice on your own, he tells her, until she’s ready to try with him. The feeling that chokes her this time isn’t disappointment, but something that she isn’t sure the name of. She watches his every step carefully, until the shape of him is burned behind her eyelids when she closes them.

The third day doesn’t happen right away, but when it does, she’s bouncing with excitement. “I got it!” She tells him proudly. She barely gives him time to put his things down before she’s stepping into place. She doesn’t think she has the grace he does as she moves through the steps, but when she finishes he’s clapping and smiling at her like she’s someone amazing.

She performed magnificently, he tells her. She smiles as bright as the gemstone she’s named after.

If you’re certain this is what you want… I’m willing to believe in you.

Deep breaths with eyes shut. Don’t think about the audience waiting to see. Don’t think about what might happen if you say the wrong thing. Eyes shut, deep breaths, think instead about all the work that’s been put into this. About the pretty dress she gets to wear for the show, about how different she looks with her hair done and her face all prettied up in makeup.

Think about how much he believes in her, and believe in that instead.

When she opens her eyes again, she can see him watching her from across the stage. Yunaka smiles, and he smiles too.The music starts to play, indicating the start of their scene, and smiles fade to the pretend smiles of the stage as they both prepare themselves. As they step out, the audience oohs and aahs like they’re supposed to as the story begins to play.

And, with the confidence of that village child playing pretend with friends, she bows just enough to be polite and offers him her hand to dance.

So long as we’re together, from now until the end…

[captainnameless]

ok so im not feeling the best today and it made me think about max talking about his back pain from the bumps during the race. any little max recovering/in pain drabbles?

i hope you’re feeling better <3 i know this was sent after imola but felt like it fit today too with how the car seemed to be and Max’s radio about a headache 🥺

“Yours or mine?” Daniel asks as he gets into his car, eyeing Max as he gets into the passenger seat.

He looks exhausted, hands rubbing over his face as he gets into the car gingerly, Daniel knows Max had some back issues after Imola, and the padel match that got him some scraped knees didn’t help either.

“Mine.” Max mumbles, pout evident in his voice as he tries to do his seatbelt, frustrated whine leaving him when he can’t seem to click it in.

Daniel takes it from him gingerly, clicks it in and then offers up his free hand as soon as the car is in drive.

They live too close to the track for Max to actually fall asleep in the car, but Max seems a little less tense as he plays with Daniel’s fingers and the pout seems a little less prominent.

Once they’re inside Max’s penthouse, Daniel’s already crouched down to take off Max’s shoes before he can start whining about the laces, knowing Max is on the brink of overwhelmed and tries to make each step a little easier.

Food can wait, Daniel decides, but he is going to grab Max some Tylenol for his headache, and any other possible aches.

Max follows him like a little shadow, glued to his side and then folds himself into his chest as Daniel’s opening the kitchen cabinet.

He fills the little syringe with the required amount and uses his free hand to brush to Max’s hair, trying to get him to come out.

“Maxie-Moo.” Daniel sings songs softly. “Can you come out for a second?”

Max peaks out ever so slightly, brows furrowed from being called from his comfy spot.

Daniel holds up the syringe. “It’s the flavor you like.” He says quickly, before Max can pull a face and adds “It’ll make your headache go away, buddy.”

Max opens his mouth reluctantly and sucks the medicine down quickly, Daniel pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as a reward.

“You some water before we go lay down?” Daniel asks, wrapping both of his arms around Max when the younger goes for his hiding spot again, feeling Max shake his head.

“Juice.”

Daniel moves them both towards the fridge and pulls out a juice box for both him and Max, figuring it’s the quickest thing to do. He pops the straw in for Max and holds it for him as Max turns just enough to drink it.

Once they’ve moved into the bedroom Daniel’s pleased Leo’s already on the bed, that saves him another trip and gently detaches himself from Max, soothing the whimper it earns him.

“Just a second, buddy.”

Max doesn’t have a second though, being sat on the bed away from his source of comfort proves to be too much as his eyes fill with tears. “No.” He cries.

“Oh buddy.” Daniel sighs gently, making quick work discarding his T-shirt, grateful the enchanté joggers will be fine for a nap and then goes for Max’s clothes, trying to dry his tears in the process. “What’s wrong, muffin?”

“Hurts.” Max cries, hands coming up to rub at his eyes furiously. “Hurts, Daddy.”

It never gets easier seeing Max distraught, the funky feeling in his stomach immediately present as he climbs onto the bed and pulls Max into his chest.

“Shhh. Where does it hurt, bud?” Daniel asks but Max doesn’t answer, frantically buries himself into Daniel’s chest as he brings his thumb up into his mouth in an attempt to self soothe.

Daniel’s figures it’s the headache, but the Tylenol should kick in soon, and Max might still be sore from last week so he shuffles them about a bit, until Max is slayed onto his chest, face nuzzled away even with his thumb in his mouth as Daniel reaches into the nightstand to the best of his ability to fish out the baby oil.

He doesn’t have to massage with the baby oil, but Daniel selfishly rejects any other recommendations because he loves the smell too much.

It’s an awkward angle, but he manages to squeeze some into his hands and gently rub it into Max’s shoulders, his neck and down his back.

It works like a charm, Max relaxes into a soft little puddle, breathing evening out until there’s soft snores coming for the younger.

Daniel wipes his hands on his shorts and then pulls the blanket up over the both of them, making sure Leo is in reach in case Max wakes up and needs him.

He plays with Max’s hair for a little bit, watching Max’s slightly furrowed brow slowly relax until the skin there seems perfect. He presses a gently kiss down before closing his own eyes with a sigh.