#this is pure fluff and cuteness

[dwarrowdams]

Garrus wrapped his cloak more tightly around him as he made his way out to the gardens. He’d planned to spend the morning in his room, studying up on tactics before practicing them in the training area, but a message from the princess had swiftly changed his plans. Princess Liv Astrea Shepard: First snow of the season!  Meet me in the gardens so we can see it together. It was a welcome change in plans: Garrus had only ever seen snow in vids and holos, and he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to see it with the princess, so he’d dug his cloak out from the back of his closet and rushed downstairs. 

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[gisellecnz]

Sometimes your eyes just start welling up with tears by just looking at Satoru—You watched him as he took a bite of a dessert, his eyes sparkling with pure joy at the taste. It was a sight so enchanting that you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with adoration. Why does the world treat him so cruelly? He acts as if he doesn't get treated as a weapon to the jujutsu society—this was all because he was given a power he had never asked for. And not only that, he always had the burden of the world on his shoulders ever since he was born. Your heart absolutely aches at the sight when you know he still puts an effort to put a smile on his face, when deep down he's been through so much pain. .... Oh, you've never felt so bad in your entire life. You'd give this man all the desserts he wants and spoil him with kisses and hugs.

Yet you didn't notice your tears were already streaming down your face as you looked at Satoru, having the time of his life chomping down on some dessert.

"This tastes sooo good!! Hey, sweets, you need to-.....H-huh!? W-whats wrong!? D-did you actually wanted this piece!?!? I'm so sorry!!! Don't cry!!" He panicked with the biggest pout on his face.

[on1knee4marksmen]

The Peace he Finds in You

(Aka Wolverine sleep hcs/imagine)

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Okay I have no idea why I always get the inspiration to write in the ass crack of dawn but here have this little imagine as a tiny side quest from something I'm working on :)

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I think Logan wouldn't be big on PDA when it comes to really any type of relationship. Hugs and kisses don't happen much in public (though he does love holding your hand).

But when you two are alone? And especially when it comes to sharing a bed?? He's a koala. You can't peel him off of you.

I feel like he's the type of person to really enjoy spending time together, and by together I mean just close to one another, even if you're doing different things. Just the quiet intimacy of sharing a space with you, of hearing your calm breaths, feeling your shoulder next to his or seeing your tiny smile whenever he looks towards you is so comforting, it's like the biggest luxury in the whole wide world for him to just be near you.

So there's just something magical about the night. About the time when the world goes to sleep, when Mother Nature's breaths even out into something lulling and oh so calming, when everything slows to a stop, except the tiny space of your shared bed and the slow beating of both your heart and his. It's like your pulses sync, like in this very moment you can't tell where his soul ends and yours begins. And God does he feel the need to have you close in moments like these. To have your body in his arms, to have your arms around him in return. To feel your soft exhales against his neck and to feel the warmth of your skin every time he breathes in. To be able to bury his face into your hair and nuzzle any inch of soft skin the tip of his nose can find, to hear your sleepy whines in protest, or tiny giggles in return. To hear anything you whisper to him, to be able to tell you anything, words meant only for you. To hold you tight and have you nuzzle into him, or to be held with care, with love and with longing. To feel like he matters and to make sure you know you matter.

It's in moments like these that the Wolverine really gets to feel peace. The only moments when he feels like a man and not a weapon. The only moments when he lets peace wash over him instead of guilt. The peace he finds in you.

[zoofzoofxx]

Cuddling sounds so good right now

Pairing - Joost Klein x Fem!Reader

Summary - After enjoying some drinks at a girls' night out, you made a silly joke thru the phone, and Joost ended up picking you up. He helped you get ready for bed. Right before going to sleep, you demanded a cuddle session.

Genre - pure fluff

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While seated at the table with my girlies, enjoying drinks consequence-free, the alcohol intake began to resemble "prank calling my boyfriend." My closest friend sat beside me, not as intoxicated. Leaning towards her, I quietly disclosed the entire scheme. Despite her laughter and disapproving nod, I proceeded. I reached for my phone, scrolled through the contacts to find my boyfriend's name, and tapped to call him.

“Hey schat. (Hey babe.)” My boyfriend’s voice came through my speaker.

"Hello, this is Y/n L/n speaking. Are you interested in purchasing a fridge?" I inquired, then muted myself while erupting into laughter with my girls. It was a silly and bland joke, but the drinks made it appear amusing.

"Y/n?-" is the last thing I heard before hanging up. After a while, I received a text saying: 'I'll come pick you up in 30.' I showed the messages to my best friend, and she suggested taking advantage of those 30 minutes to grab more drinks.

We celebrated, sipped, danced , and simply relished the moment until one of friends approached me to inform me that my boyfriend was waiting outside for me. I collected my belongings and attempted to walk steadily and appear clear-headed, but ultimately I stumbled and tumbled right into my boyfriend's embrace.

"Haha, you're so strong," I slurred while reaching out to his biceps. He chuckled and kindly took my bag from me, assisting me to his car.

"Babe, I adore youuu…" I murmur while playing with his hair as he secures my seatbelt. Then plants a kiss on my forehead and shuts the car door. He then settles into the driver's seat and starts the car. I was chatting the whole journey with Joost, and he didn't seem bothered. He simply listened and conversed with me as if I were clear-headed. After a while, we reached our residence. He turned to me, assisted in unfastening the seatbelt, and stepped out of the car. Guiding me out of it, he lifts me up in a bridal style carry as we enter our home. He places me gently by a nearby chair, removes my shoes. I let out a yawn, resting my head on the kitchen table, nearly dozing off. I heard the water running in the bathroom, assuming Joost was showering, but he emerged, lifted me, and escorted me to the bathroom.

"Are you able to bathe independently?" He inquires. And I simply nodded in response.

"Sure thing, just give a shout if you need a hand, I'll be waiting outside," he assured me, planting a kiss on top of my nose. I hugged him from behind as he was leaving. We stood there quietly for a moment until I let go, and he walked out. After relaxing in the bath, I wrapped myself in towels and left the bathroom.

"I'm so hungry, babe..." I tell him as he smiles at me. He looks really cute at this moment. His hair is all messy, falling over his eyes. I go up on my toes to kiss him quickly on the lips. He kisses me back, and I don't want it to end. He holds me by my waist, kissing me until he lifts me up and takes me to the bathroom, placing me on the edge of the bathtub.

"What are you up to?" I ask as he starts to open the cupboard, removing all my skincare items.

"You'll appreciate it tomorrow, darling," he mentions as he crouches down to begin my skincare routine. I couldn't help but admire how adorable he looked and occasionally run my fingers through his hair while he finished.

He took my hand and guided me to our bedroom, gently placing me on the bed before heading to the wardrobe. Returning with fresh pajamas, he assisted me in changing. After laying me down, he mentioned he'd be back shortly. Moments later, he emerged from the shower, finding me gazing out the window. He approached, embracing me from behind.

“Gaan we al slapen schat? (Are we going to sleep darling?)” He inquired while planting a peck on my cheek, and I simply acknowledged. I reclined beside him. Subsequently, a hush fell between us.

"Joost," I initiate, and I could perceive him pivoting.

"Yeah, princess?" He inquires, and I simply grin at the endearing nickname.

"Can we cuddle, pretty please?" I inquire, drawing nearer to him as a gesture.

I sensed his hand encircling my waist, followed by a kiss on my shoulder. A content smile graced my lips as I drifted into slumber, comforted by the presence of my exceptional partner beside me. I consider myself truly fortunate.

A/n - HI BABES!!!! Sorry that this one shot was so short 💔 I have a bunch of assignments to tackle tomorrow, so I might not be able to share anything. However, I have a one shot request about Baby Lasagna, so I'll likely dedicate some time to it tomorrow, and you can anticipate the one-shot to be up on Friday! I've also got an idea for the third part of my tale involving Joost. So stay tuned for updates! 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[bloumiiss]

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Ghost Hunter AU Part 2/2

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Never Forgotten

Pairing:Minho x female reader

Summary:When Minho keeps ending up in the Med-hut, you realize the only thing he needs is your attention.

It wasn't his usual behavior. I mean Minho was nothing less than determined to find a way out. I've seen that man try to run in the Maze after throwing up his breakfast. If that isn't dedication, I don't know what is.

That's why I'm more than concerned about him. He shouldn't be begging to stay in the Med-hut. If he ever, ever wanted to miss a day of running, something is genuinely wrong.

"You're telling me you don't realize what's happening?"Jeff sighed as I looked over at him.

"What do you mean?"

"We always have to fight Minho to get down here when he's hurt, right?"

"Yeah,"I nodded.

"And he'll argue that he's not until he's blue in the face and throwing up?"

"I definitely remember that."

"And he still tries to say he's fine anyway?"

"What's your point?"

"My point is that him coming in for some unknown sickness is not something he would do."

"I know. That's why I'm worried about him,"I shrugged, trying to wrap my head around his words.

"Oh, he definitely wants you to be,"Clint said in a smug voice, borderline smirking.

"What are you shanks on about?"

"What we're pointing is that ever since you started hanging out with Chuck more, he sure does seem to get mysteriously hurt,"Jeff explained.

"Oh please. He's the last person who would fake an illness to get my attention,"I scoffed, rolling my eyes at the ridiculous thought.

"He's also the last person to admit that he needs it,"Jeff reasoned.

"He'd actually break his leg before doing that,"Clint added.

"Minho's not clingy. He's fine being apart from me."

"Well, he also still really likes his girlfriend. We see you two holding hands during Greenie night. Sneaking off to get into some trouble,"Clint grinned.

"We're walking around and talking, you idiot,"I honestly told them. I swear I lose brain cells every time he opens his mouth.

"But you've been with Chuck during Greenie night's lately, haven't you?"

"My boyfriend is not jealous of a twelve year old,"I said firmly, surprised that was a sentence I even had to say. Besides, he likes Chuck. He may not be around often, but he'll never not stop and talk if he has the time. Even if they're not best friends, they know each other more than well enough. They'll probably never be attached at the hip, but it's not rare to see the pair enjoying a meal together or just hanging out during some free time.

"No, but he hasn't been getting all his hand holding and kissy kissy-"

"It doesn't like you two have been hanging out that much,"Jeff thankfully cut him off.

"So he's faking a sickness for my attention?"I clarified.

"No klunk."

"Definitely."

"Huh,"I mumbled, glancing over at him again. Truly and actually looking him over, I saw that on the surface, there was not a single thing out of place. He wasn't devoid of color or sweating. He wasn't coughing or throwing up. He wasn't shivering or drowsy. He was just sitting there, completely chill.

"You see it now?"

"Yeah. I do,"I admitted, looking at them again.

"So what are you gonna do then?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't just let him stay. If there's nothing wrong and someone sick actually comes in, then there actually will be. So how are you going to get him out of here?"

Resting my chin on my hand, I furrowed my eyebrows as I tried to figure out a solution to this. After all, they're definitely and unfortunately right. He can't stay, but he obviously doesn't want to leave. That's more than a problem.

"You do that one more time, I'll get Alby on your shuckface!"Newt yelled from outside.

That's it. I know what I need to do.

"How scared are you guys of Alby?"I asked slowly.

"Terrified."

"Not scared at all."

"Great. That's promising,"I mumbled.

"But if it gets him out of here, I'll do whatever you need me to,"Clint said quickly.

"You think you can cover up two missing people?"

"Who says I haven't done it before?"

"Yeah. I think we can handle that,"Jeff assured me.

"Great, because you're both going to have to today."

"What's the plan?"

"That's for me to know, and you two to help me with without ever finding out."

"That's a terrible answer."

"What would be worse is dealing with an actually ill Minho,"Jeff pointed out.

"That is a fantastic answer."

"Yeah. I know it is."

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I told Minho that he felt kind of cold. I played dumb to him feigning an illness to have my attention.

Because while it takes a bit more effort, it's way more rewarding to actually give it to him.

Walking with him towards the Deadheads, I smiled as our shoulders brushed together.

"Where exactly are we going?"He asked.

"Just around,"I lied. As he nodded I slowly took his hand in mine. Tightly lacing our fingers together, I smiled as I led him almost out to the open. Looking over, I saw him wearing a subtle grin at the touch.

"Right here,"I spoke up, taking him with me up the small hill. Accepting it, he let our arms dangle as he seemed to forget all about his "sickness". Beaming at the realization, I couldn't help but stop him before we actually reached our destination. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I stood on the tips of my toes as I lightly pressed my lips against his. Snaking his hands around my waist, he kissed me back, his smile obvious against my lips.

Then, he remembered his cover as he quickly pulled away and fake coughed.

"You can quit pretending now,"I sighed, placing my hand back in his.

"Pretending?"

"Yeah. I know that you're not sick,"I shrugged. When he almost froze in his tracks I tugged on his hand with a little more effort.

"You knew?"He mumbled.

"Yeah. It took me a minute, but I do now."

"So why are we outside then? If you know?"

"Because you obviously need my attention. You wouldn't do this if you didn't."

"Well, you haven't been hanging out with me lately,"He defended.

"And you couldn't just tell me that?"

"Um, I'm me? Remember?"

Laughing a little, I rolled my eyes as we got to the top of the hill. Free of weeds and nuisances, it was more beautiful than any other part of the Deadheads. The only plants were grass and colorful flowers. It was open sunshine and absolute peace.

And set up right in the middle was a blanket and picnic basket, courtesy of Fry.

Taking a seat on the blanket, I patted the spot beside me. With his eyes still wide in disbelief, he slowly walked over. Doing so, he just gazed at me as if I was every good thing in one.

"I love you,"He whispered, putting his hand on my knee. Scooting closer, I leaned my head against his shoulder while slowly running my thumb over his knuckles. Closing my eyes, I just took in the feeling of loving Minho. Private but genuine displays of affection are his favorite thing. He's always happy when I do something that means we'll get to spend time alone together. That's what he manages to do more often than his schedule should allow.

Still, he does it for me because he loves me.

The way I do things for him because I love him.

"I'm sorry I haven't been giving you the attention you want,"I apologized, opening my eyes and looking up at him.

"As long as you're still my girl, it's okay,"He assured me, cupping my face with his hands.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah,"He nodded, closing his eyes and leaning in. Doing the same, I brushed my lips over his. He was absolutely addicting to be around. Every glance, every word, every touch, every kiss, left me more and more hooked. He's like my oxygen. I can only go so long before needing to have him again. He's my everything, and I will never, ever forget that. Even if my mind sometimes gets busy, I know that we'll always find a way to be side by side.

"One thing though?"He asked as he pulled away but kept his gentle touch.

"Anything you want."

"Spend the next Greenie night with me?"He asked, his eyes begging for me to say yes.

"I was already planning on it, my secret romantic."

[trulyumai]

fruits make the man

—pairing: General Acacius / Reader

—Synopsis: The first time you met the general was embarrassing but he was such a good sport about it! After all, how could he resist such a beautiful maiden?

—warnings: None. Pure fluff for the soul.

Enjoy!

The first time you met General Acacius, it was a complete and utter disaster. It was midday and you had been smack in the middle of the markets that paraded around rome. 

Your hands were overwhelmingly full, the basket that lay upon your hands covered in dried fruits, breads and cuts of meat. The streets were ever so busy. People pushed and shoved, desperate to be the first ones in line. 

All it took was one harsh shove for you to go plummeting down, your precious edibles falling alongside of you. No one bothered to stop, the fruits were squished in an instant, no matter how fast you tried to grab at them. 

You would have been trampled alongside the juicy delectables, if it wasn't for the hand that reached out to rip your form from the dirty ground. Out of breath and covered in mud, a garbled voice drew you out of the adrenalized accident. 

“-ou okay?” Gods, did you have to lay strewn about in front of such an image of a man? 

He was gorgeous. 

Up to the tips of his brown and graying hair, past his wide shoulders and down to the burly legs that held his frame above yours. 

“W-what?” you breathed, hand coming up slowly to push away unwanted dirt and sweat from your brow.

The soldier (which you assumed from his stature), only sighed. With you now standing upright, his arms removed themselves from your dress and already you missed the warmth they gave. 

“I asked if you're okay. Took quite a fall, hm?”  Acacius would have laughed if it were anyone else. 

But in front of such a beauty as this? He kept his mouth shut and bit down hard. Hard enough to draw a taste of blood that littered across his taste buds. 

“Oh… oh! Yes, I appreciate the help!” trying to laugh it off you grabbed at your (now torn) basket and fiddled with the bottom. Eyeing your crumpled fruits, the man reached down for an untouched piece of bread. 

Only… you had done the same. 

Both of your heads collided and the pain entered with a quick flash. Moaning out your hand went to meet with the soon to be bruise, only for it to interact with General Acacius' downturned face. 

“Oh my heavens- please forgive me!” It was pathetic how quick a couple tears came loose, brushing delicately past your long lashes. 

The man stood up, now with the bread in his palm as his other veiny hand rubbed the stricken cheek your hand came into contact with. Such a strong smack with such little hands.

Not being able to look at the man, you waited. Sucking in a breath, terror infused with you. No way you would get out of this alive. To hit someone of his stature, not once, but twice?!

It was unheard of, it was- 

Laughter broke you out of such thoughts. General Acacius let out deep chuckles, soothingly rubbing his cheek in the process. 

“You're a little clumsy aren't you small one?” With pinkened cheeks you held your hand out, awaiting the man to hand over the food. 

Still laughing, the man bent over once more, grabbing at whatever could be salvaged and placed in your basket. The wicker groaned out in protest as he loaded it more and more, swiftly he took it from your hands with one arm, placing it just beside his hip. 

“I'll help. Wouldn't want another accident would we.” His voice was deep, gravally. Still smiling at your shorter form, a pout found its way across your plump lips. The man shamelessly caught sight of them before meeting your gaze. 

“I, I'm sorry I didn't mean to.. You know.” Acacius' hand moved to and fro, already it has been forgiven. You hoped all soldiers of his stature would be this merciful. 

“Which way?” He had to lean in, the crowds were getting thicker, louder for the both of you to hear each other properly. Not being able to depend on your voice, you pointed with small hands, to the other side of the bay where your little home resides. 

His thick shoulders molded against you as he escorted the both of you out of the market. Bumping and glaring at anyone who dares dismiss your modest frame. Even going as far as to shove a larger man, one that had almost elbowed you directly in the face as he backed up with drunken intention. 

The citizen turned around, already balling up his fists for the perpetrator that laid a finger upon him. He saw you and almost spit out a laugh- until his gaze caught the golden and white shimmers by you. 

With wide eyes and mouth agape, the man bowed. You couldn't hear what he was saying, only assumed it was some form of apology before he scurried off in the other direction. 

You could get used to this. It would make grocery runs so much easier. A little smile graced your features as the two of you walked side by side.

With a large palm placed upon the back of your spine, Acacius resumed his guide, keeping you out of harms way. Keeping an eye on not only your basket of goodies but the soft form that molded against his side briskly.

Yeah, Acacius could get used to staring at such sights.

He was glad he made the decision to come to the market today.

[kindaoptimisticsquirrel]

WHAT DO I HEAR you haven't read Cardcaptor Sakura and haven't heard about these two dorks named Touya and Yukito? Time to change that! (Luring you in with this photoset...pspsps....)

[tamoscringecorner]

POV: Pv trying that touching your partners randomly trend

Hii chat, sorry I've been dead for so long, typically I'd post a lot much cuz it'd mainly writing but yk drawing on a phone with my fingers is killing me so, pray for my scoliscous, alright Sanslover69 out

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[milkchocolate-e]

Oh to be living in my cozy cottage deep in the forest, where i have my cute little sundress on while picking strawberries for my cakes and herbs for my tea. Where i brew tea with a drop of sweet honey in it in the evenings and wait patiently for my knight to come home to me. .

[sentientcave]

Please Say Yes

Part 5 - Good Friends

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Contains: John Price x OC (Chelsea), This is just cutesy nonsense, low-stakes romance, pregnancy, breeding kink, daddy kink, alcohol, smoking, divorce mentions, annoying ex, Slight scheming (mutual), Good vibes all around, a little talk about leather working

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You’re a good friend.

It shouldn’t have bothered Chelsea the way it did. It was a nice thing to say, and they weren’t anything more than that. She didn’t want anything more than that. She had no plans to start dating again any time soon, if ever again. Friendship was good. It didn’t have to be more than that.

But when she tucked herself into bed, wearing nothing but underwear and that big flannel shirt that smelled sinfully like him, smoke and whiskey, warm, spicy cologne and a hint of sweat, it was impossible not to think of his big hands brushing her neck or the way he tugged her into his side during the movie. The way he’d looked at her in the darkness… Maybe she was just reading into it.

She could still ask him to father her baby, at least. That wasn’t outside the realm of things she could ask a good friend for. And if he offered (she couldn’t bear to think of suggesting it, no matter how nice it could be), she definitely wouldn’t say no to a more traditional donation.

And if he wasn’t interested, maybe one of his friends would be. She didn’t know them as well, and the thought of asking a near stranger to help her make a baby was humiliating, to say the least, but they were all handsome, and nice, and would probably only tease her about it a little.

Chelsea hummed, turning over in bed. She was getting ahead of things. There was no need for contingencies yet. She hadn’t even broached the topic with John.

It didn’t take long to fall back to sleep, at least, even with the questions flapping around her head with soft wings, moths circling a singular thought that she couldn’t stand to look at straight on. Whatever flame burned at the centre of things, it would last long enough for her to identify it later.

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It was nice to wake up slow, in her own bed, knowing that the house was empty except for her. No more Derek, snoring away in the den, to snap at her for making noise, or to make a mess of the kitchen and leave it for her to deal with in the morning— In fact, the kitchen was cleaner than she had left it. John or his friends had tidied up after themselves before they left for the night, which was awfully nice of them.

She boiled the kettle and measured coffee and water into her french press, humming happily, glancing through the window at John’s house, waving when she saw him at his own window, holding a mug. He grinned back. Chelsea briefly lamented the fact that he was too far away for her to see the way the lines around his eyes fanned out— It was one of her favourite things about his face— and turned to press the plunger down and pour herself a cup of coffee. When she looked around again, the other boys had crowded into the space beside John.

She waved again, and took her coffee upstairs with her while she got dressed, laughing to herself. They were nice guys, even if a bit enthusiastic.

She headed straight outside once she’d thrown on a sundress with a low back and a halter neck, and set her coffee on the picnic table while she applied sunscreen. She was too pale to risk an hour or two in direct sun without it, and, well, if her neighbour behaved predictably (and he usually did), she could ask a favour that might further her plans.

“Good morning!” he called out as he stepped out the back door, still holding his mug and now wearing the all too familiar boonie hat he usually wore outside. His friends followed close on his heels.

“Hi, John,” Chelsea returned. “Hi, boys.” She took her coffee and the bottle of sunscreen over to the wall that separated the two properties. “Perfect timing. Could you give me a hand? I just need someone to put sunscreen on my back— I can mostly reach, but I don’t want to miss any spots. It’s supposed to be another sunny day.” She set everything down on the wall and started gathering her hair up into a bun, enjoying the surprise on their faces as they realized that the imprint of her heart-shaped nipple piercings showed through the thin fabric of the dress, and also that her armpit hair was dyed the same colour as her hair.

“Christ,” Soap groaned, biting his first knuckle and turning in a sharp circle. “Tryin’ ta kill us, hen.”

“Hm?” Chelsea gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look, like she had no idea what he was talking about. “It’s just sunscreen. I can manage it myself, if it’s such a—”

“No, no, I’m happy to help,” John said quickly, setting his mug beside hers. “Anything you need, sweetheart.”

“Nice commitment to pink,” Gaz said, diplomatically not mentioning the nipple rings. “You’d almost think it grows that colour.”

Chelsea sat down on the wall, grinning over her shoulder at him. “I wish it did. Would save me a lot of money on hair dye.”

John handed her mug to her, one hand braced on the wall on the other side, his whole body leaning a little closer than was strictly necessary. “Money well spent.”

John, once again showing up Derek without even trying. Derek had always wanted her to go back to a natural colour, and he’d always been on her to fully shave off all her body hair. She’d just laughed off his snide little comments, never paying them much mind or taking him all that seriously. “I always thought so,” she agreed. “What’s the point of life if you’re not having a bit of fun with it?”

“Looks like yer havin’ more’n just a bit of fun,” Soap said, sitting on the wall as well, gripping the edge so that he could lean back over her side and grin at her some more, as well as take a few more unsubtle glances at her chest.

“I try to.” Chelsea tensed slightly as John started spreading sunscreen over her shoulders, forgetting for a moment what she had asked him to do. She relaxed almost as quickly, rather enjoying the feeling of his strong hands moving over her exposed back. “Have to have some fun and frivolity here at home for you lads to fight for, eh?”

“Well worth it,” Gaz said, leaning against the wall on the other side. “What are you and all your hard fought freedoms up to today?”

“Weeding the garden, then I’m going to make a ton of blank keychains for the faire this weekend. Not the most exciting, but they’re a good draw. I was thinking about doing custom stamps, like names or whatever, while I’m on site, but I might not have the hands for it.” She bit her lip to keep herself from making an embarrassing sound while John’s hands slid up the back of her neck.

“Did you get your ears yet?” John asked. “Or do you plan on wearing a hat?”

“No I didn’t—” She stopped mid-sentence, momentarily forgetting how to speak when John rubbed a bit of sunscreen onto the tops of her ears. There was no explaining the way desire rolled down her spine like beads of condensation down the side of a glass. She just suppressed the shiver and murmured her thanks instead.

Simon, blessedly, came to her rescue with a distraction, stepping fully over the low wall, gently pushing a tall patch of flowers out of his way. “You want some ‘elp with the keychains?” he asked. “Wouldn’t mind learnin’ ‘ow. Even ‘f’it’s just basics.”

Chelsea beamed up at him. “Really? I could use the help. I ran through all my back stock.”

“Are you gonna let the rest of us re-tile your bath?” Gaz asked, leaning further over the wall. “We really want to.”

“Why? Don’t you have anything more important to do?” Chelsea stood up and brushed her hands over her skirt. “You’d think you’d have plans for your leave.”

He shrugged. “Not really. Already visited my mums last week. Think Tav saw his family already too.”

“Aye. I cannae stay with them long, I end up babysittin’ half the time.”

“Lot of kids in your family?” Chelsea asked. “Must be nice.” She darted into the shabby litle garden shed to get her gloves and basket of tools, and settled down at the edge of the garden bed.

“Oh aye, nice to spend time with the bairns, but if ah’m goan all tha way to Glasgow I’d like to see some friends too, ye ken?”

“Din’t know anyone else could put up with you,” Simon dead-panned.

“Oh yer askin’ for it, ye wee big bastart. Dinnae make me come over the wall tae sort ye out.” Soap swung one leg over, so he was sitting astride it, facing Chelsea and Simon without having to twist. “Dinnae want ta embarrass ye in front of the hen.”

Chelsea rolled her eyes and looked from Gaz to John, biting back laughter. “Are they always like this?”

“All the time. Can’t leave ‘em alone for more’n a few minutes or they start fuckin’ or fightin’,” John said, sipping his tea . “Right nuisances over comms too.”

They bantered back and forth while Chelsea worked her way down the garden bed, enjoying the pleasant morning and the company too. It had always been nice talking to John over the garden wall (and it still was), but there was something inexplicably cozy about having all four of them there, like she had been added to a big, unconventional family in an instant. They all ended up on her side, Soap succumbing to Simon’s taunting and wrestling him in the grass, Gaz hopping over to referee before he was dragged into the scuffle. John was the last over, crossing only when she invited him, so that she could work on the other side of the yard. He sat down on the bench on that side, keen blue eyes watching both her and his boys, looking thoroughly content.

He did manage to talk her around to letting him and Gaz re-tile the bathroom. Once he realized that she’d bought the tiles over a year ago, because Derek had promised to help her with the project, there was no talking him down. He was stubborn when he wanted to be, and she had to admit that I wasn’t so bad to have a bunch of handsome men clamouring to help her with her projects. And, well, they made it almost feel like she was doing them a favour, just by giving them something to do.

After she very quickly took everything out of the bathroom, Simon followed her into the workshop while Price, Gaz and Soap went to the hardware store to buy grout and anything else they needed, and happily settled in to work, cutting strips of leather and sectioning them into smaller pieces. He wasn’t much of a talker, but the silence that stretched between them was far from awkward. It was just nice.

John popped into the room briefly to let them know they were back, setting Chelsea’s borrowed keys on the worktable for her. It would probably be worthwhile to give him the spare set— She usually had his, after all. But of course, he was also gone so often, it wouldn’t do her any good in an emergency if he had her keys back in the Hereford barracks when she needed them.

She sighed, focusing back on her work, tooling a design onto a pair of cuffs. Simon stood up to stretch, leaning over her shoulder to look at what she was doing.

“You never did show us all the fun leather,” he said. “You do nice work.”

“I think I owe you boys lunch and dinner, I’ll get my tablet out and show you my portfolio while we eat.” Chelsea tilted her head back to look at him. He’d taken his mask off again when they came inside, and she hadn’t fully studied his face yet, like she was encroaching, somehow, just by looking. He hadn’t fully taken it off at all the night before.

But he seemed at ease with her now, leaning on the back of her chair, dark eyes watching her as she looked at him. He was handsome in his own way, but chewed on, scars marking up his angular face, nose broken a few times, some teeth chipped and at least one missing, left of his canine. “Olright.” He didn’t move, however. Chelsea waited, and after a moment, he continued. “Skipper really likes you.”

“I like him too. He’s always been a good neighbour.”

“Tha’s all?”

“A good friend too.”

“Hm.”

Chelsea narrowed her eyes, mock-suspicious. “Is there something else you expect me to say?”

“There somethin’ else you’d like to say?”

“Nothing worth saying.”

“Hm.” He moved his chair closer to hers and sat down again. “Why’s that?”

Chelsea set down her bevel and maul, turning toward him. “Why do you ask?”

“Just curious about you. Price talks sometimes. ‘e never liked your ex.”

“Derek never liked John either. Or the rest of you. Guess you met at the pub once?” Chelsea asked.

“Yeah. Bout a year an’ a ‘alf ago. ‘e was a prick. Complained about you. Tried to get John to agree, and ‘e wasn’t ‘avin’ it. Liked you enough to lay the man out for your honour.”

Chelsea laughed. “Derek said John punched him. I didn’t believe it, after he dragged his drunk ass home. Thought he was just trying to stir up trouble.”

“Does it change anything for you?”

“No. Just makes me angry, I guess. It’s like Derek never even liked me, you know? So why did he ask me to marry him? Why bother going through all the trouble, if I wasn’t what he wanted?”

Simon thought about it for a long moment, dark eyes fixed on her. “Probably din’t want anyone else to ‘ave you. Bloody selfish, that.”

“Sure sounds like Derek. Always wanted me to share everything, but didn’t think he needed to do the same.”

Simon hummed, running his fingertips over the edge of the table idly. “You good at sharin’ then?”

Chelsea snorted. “Sure. I think that’s a playground lesson. Are you?”

“Course. Gotta be, with Johnny. Poor mutt’s too excitable to keep to myself.”

“That is not what I meant!” Chelsea laughed, picking her tools back up again. “That’s a very different kind of sharing.”

"Not so strange these days. Lot more common than you might think."

"If it works for you, it works. I'm certainly not one to judge. Guess I can see the appeal."

Simon got back to work cutting the longer strips to size. "Yeah?"

"I just think it's rare to find the right mix of people. When I'm in love I just want to be around all the time, and I would need partners that like being around each other. And then I want to have kids, so that's not exactly compatible." She shrugged and got back to work as well, gently tapping the end of her tool with the maul, cutting under the edge of a leaf shape to give it depth. "I figure I'm just out of the dating game for good."

"Shame. You're cute. Have some friends that'd love a girl like you."

"Yeah? Well if I change my mind I'll let you know."

They returned to companionable silence for a while, and then Chelsea set down her own work to show Simon how to dye the strips, and let him work on that while she made lunch. Simon was an interesting person. She’d never met anyone who quite so easily balanced on the line between bluntness and subtlety, like he was always trying to speak plainly, but also held himself back.

She finished making lunch and went upstairs to let them know it was time for a break, and collected her tablet, flicking through folders as she followed John back down the stairs.

It only took Soap a few moments of flicking through pictures before he grinned at her across the table. "You do all your own modeling, eh hen?"

"Mostly. I borrowed my friend Jan's husband for a man's body when I needed one."

"I'd be happy to volunteer in future," Gaz offered. "I've been told I look pretty good with my shirt off."

"So noted."

"You actually intae this stuff, hen?" Soap asked.

"Oh absolutely. That's how I got into making it, to be honest. Wanted cuffs that weren't made of that gross flakey plastic 'leather', and then I made a nice strap. And then I started doing things for friends, and it kind of spiraled into a whole business." The early attempts had been clumsy, unpolished, but she had discovered a real passion for working with her hands. "I was so happy when I got to the point where I could support myself. It's not always easy but it's better than waitressing."

"Make your own hours, yeah?" Gaz said.

"That's a nice part. I also love being the boss."

John gave her an inscrutable look, but said nothing. He hadn't looked through the photos yet, letting the other three crowd around the tablet first.

"I think the costume work might be my favourite now though. I love making armour." She leaned her chin into her hand, sighing. "It's very fun, people have such interesting ideas for it. I love a challenge."

"Got a costume portfolio too?"

"That one's mostly online. My main Instagram is full of that work, since it's all ostensibly safe for work."

"Very cool," Gaz said, handing the tablet over to John. "Can we come with you to the ren faire? We can help out."

"Aren't you tired of helping me yet?" She teased.

"Never." Gaz dropped back into his seat beside her, grinning, and resumed eating his lunch. "Especially if you keep feeding us."

"Well, you haven't complained about my cooking yet, so I probably will." Chelsea leaned over toward John, biting back a grin at his serious, almost studious expression as he looked at a picture of her hands in a pair of tooled cuffs. She flicked to the next one, a close up of a pink collar with a heart pattern stamped onto it, the heart-shaped tag engraved with the word babygirl. “That’s one of my favourites. Almost kept the collar.”

“Which one?” Soap asked.

Gaz leaned over to look. “Pink one. Babygirl.”

Soap nodded sagely. “Aye, tha’s a good one. Too bad ye didnae keep it. Suits ye.”

“It’s certainly on brand for me,” Chelsea agreed. “I just think hearts are cute.”

John hummed in agreement, flicking to the next photo. “You do really nice work, peaches. Pictures are well done too.”

Chelsea beamed at him. “Thanks, John. I’m glad you think so.” If he liked those, he would probably really like some of her outtakes, the larger photos before she cropped them down to just the relevant parts, or the boudoir photos she took whenever she splurged on a cute lingerie set. But she wasn’t sure that she wanted to show everyone else. Maybe once she got a bit more used to them.

It seemed an inevitability, at this point. But still.

“Are you lads serious about wanting to come to the Ren Faire?” she asked, changing the subject. “Because we’re going to need to discuss what you’ll be wearing.”

Title card made on Canva - Image Credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 Banners by @/cafekitsune

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the tides

Paring: Reader x Oscar Piastri

Warnings: Fluff, pure fluff, meet-cute, light angst

Word Count: 1,201

Status: Complete

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There was little Oscar ever got to keep to himself. 

It seemed that as he moved throughout the world of motorsport that list only grew smaller and smaller. Now, with cameras watching his every move, and commentators dissecting his every action - it felt like Oscar couldn’t even breathe. He knew that he didn’t have it as bad as Charles or Max, but it felt like there was always another person around the corner, just waiting for him. Was he so wrong to be tired of it?

Was he so wrong to want -?

“And here is the car for the year!” A chipper voice rang out through the bustling movement of the garage, “We’ve made several changes this year and are extremely confident in the car’s performance this year!”

He looked over his shoulder and there she was. 

Walking around with an Alpine guide - Amanda - with a V.I.P pass swinging around her neck. She trailed light fingers over the Alpine car, tracing the stickers and logos that sat atop the blue paint. Her eyes were fixed on the car, looking over the groves of the chassis and wings. There were a few people behind her, huddled around the opening of the garage, trying to make themselves as small as possible. 

Oscar had to hold in a laugh.

He could practically hear the muttering of the mechanics as they slipped past. There was nothing they hated more than random people in their space as they were trying to work, but V.I.P. tours were an essential part of marketing, or so Oscar had been told. It wasn’t like he paid much attention at those meetings anyway. 

He was only a reserve driver. 

There is not much for him to do besides sit there, maybe test a few laps, and sit some more. But being signed to a team was better than floating around in the nothingness, just waiting for a slot to open up. At least here, he had access to cars, to simulators, to the numbers - he could prepare himself for next year.

Amanda rounded the expanse of the car, gesturing to Oscar with a bright smile, “This is Oscar, our reserved drive for this year!”

Her eyes found him in a second. Oscar had never known how terribly wonderful it is to have someone’s full attention. With her gaze on him, he fought the urge to turn away, bright eyes staring straight through him. 

Her walk to him is slow, and Oscar can hardly hold his breath. 

She’s beautiful. 

“The Formula 2 Champion?”

Oscar nearly chokes on his spit, twisting around so that he can face her. He is so very sure he has stopped breathing. He has never been the best with new people, always keeping his friends close and outsiders as far as possible. Logan said it was the first time that the Motorsport world had ever been given an introverted Aussie. It was just who he was. 

“Yes!” Amanda’s smile grew even wider, “We’re very lucky to have such talent on our side this year.”

Oscar was still perched atop his stool, hunched over the monitors. She finally got close enough and he rushed to stand, nearly tripping over himself. She let out a bark of laughter. 

Her voice rang throughout the garage, dancing through the air. Her laugh was beautiful. 

“Sorry…” He muttered, straightening his jacket. The bright blue fabric suddenly felt too big on him, his pants too loose. He wasn’t dressed well enough to meet her. Thoughts began to swirl around his mind, never had he been one to care about appearances. Never had Oscar been the kind of guy who cared what others thought, but her opinion was suddenly the only one he wanted to hear. 

It was ridiculous. 

“Oscar,” He offered his hand and, for a moment, she just watched him. Her eyes traced over his body and up to his face. He felt like he was on fire, the drum of his heartbeat loud in his ears. Then, like the ocean crashing in at high tide, she put her hand in his. 

“A pleasure to meet you, Oscar.”

She added her name to the end, pulling her hand back with a small smile. There was a bright red blush that spread over her face, blossoming across her cheeks and ears. He hadn’t realized that he said her name aloud. 

It was finally his turn to laugh, “I - I’m sorry, did I say it wrong?”

“No,” She held up a defensive hand, trying to cover her widening smile, “It was perfect.”

She was perfect. 

Oscar opened his mouth once more, but Amanda popped her head between them. 

“I am so sorry to interrupt, but we have to move on,” She shot Oscar an apologetic look, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Of course!” She moved away from him, turning on her heel. The sun hit her skin, dancing across her clothes with the wind tangled in her hair. Oscar couldn’t stop staring. 

He was an idiot. 

He had just met her and already, he was an idiot. 

“It was nice to meet you, Oscar,” She muttered, her voice nearly swallowed by the roaring fans behind her, but Oscar heard. 

“Nice to meet you too…”

And she was gone. 

Whisked away out the garage doors, her small group following behind her. The tide had come and gone, Oscar had never realized how much he could miss the sea. 

Oscar was never one to know or care much about love - he’d liked people, but never had he felt like this. His heart was thundering within his ribs, it was a bit terrifying. Was it that simple? Loving someone? Surly not, there had to be more, didn’t there? He turned back around, trying to ignore the knowing looks of the engineers and mechanics around him. 

Already she was out in the open. He let out a sigh, what was he thinking?

He couldn’t love someone like that. People like her deserved someone -

“Oscar!” 

Oscar spun around, and it was her. 

The beautiful, beautiful girl from earlier. Her pass dangled from her hand, and the lanyard twisted around her fingers. Oscar hadn’t realized he was standing and walking towards her until he was in front of her, muttering out a simple, “Yes?”

“I know you must be busy,” She started, wringing her fingers, “But, well - I was wondering if you ever did get a moment alone, you could spend it with me…?”

Oscar had no words, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 

The doubt was quick to work across her face, “But I know that this must be an insane time of year for you guys, so don’t feel -”

“I’d love to.”

He doesn’t have time to be embarrassed. He doesn’t have time to lament over the fact that one day, this will be exposed for everyone to see. He doesn’t because she stands before him with the smallest smile and she rolls into his life like the tides. 

He knows she’ll have to be with the sea, but for this moment he wants to keep her with him. Just the two of them. Just for now. 

“I would absolutely love to.”

Just for now. 

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A/N:This work has been cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. All are under the name XDACTED. Thank you for reading and feel free to request fics about any of the drivers <3

This is for bbg Oscar bcs I love him sm and I'm so proud of him

[bloumiiss]

Thank you to the Shadowvanilla shippers/community for welcoming me to the ship which has had me in a chokehold since I discovered it. And I have more artworks for it on the way. ✨️

Anyways, I have a shadowvanilla idea I want to share with you all. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

(Idk if someone’s already done this idea but) I’ve been watching some Steven universe lately, and began wondering what if Shadow Milk and Pure Vanilla fused like Ruby and Sapphire?

The first time they fuse it’s an accident and the fusion looks like a mismatch of the two cookies. But as time goes on, they grow closer and begin to fuse more, giving their fusion its own name, and staying as a fusion for longer periods of time.

Pure Vanilla’s kind heart and wise spirit toning down Shadow Milk’s chaotic and evil personality a bit, while Shadow Milk’s huge ego helps balance out Pure Vanilla’s inferiority complex.

I might write this into a fanfic, we’ll see. :D Let me know what you guys think of this idea!

Here’s some sketches/art for the idea!

[lovelywetdreamer]

🌸💜~Mid-afternoon Sweetness~💜🌸

You don't hate bugs per se. It's just if all bugs could disappear especially cockroaches, you wouldn't complain about it. Sadly, the perfect world doesn't exist. You were supposed to have a peaceful evening in your room. Everything was sat up with the huge pile of junk food, vanilla scent candles, and trashy reality TV shows. Just pure heaven waiting for you to enjoy until a cockroach gives you hell.

"Aaah!", you scream as you ran into your roomate's room. Your roomate was anything but please to see you burst through his door. "Why are you in my room bothering me?", Gajeel say as he rolls his eyes. You were about to speak, but then felt six tiny legs crawling on your back.

You literally jump into Gajeel's arm, "Please save me!!". It took him a minute to see the little guy bothering you. He grabbed the bug and let it fly out the window. "A harmless bug got you acting like this? Wuss.", he say with annoying tone, yet he is rubbing your back. Gajeel know how much you hate bugs. He never admit it to you, but he would kill any bug for you.

[cupcakewebkinz]

Pillow Fight

ᰔᩚ Vee starts a wholesome little pillow fight with Shelly because she's a menace like that lmao (its really short I'm sorry I just needed fluff rn bros) ᰔᩚ

ʚ Caretaker Shanon au is mine!! ɞ

♡ @crayons-are-yummyy + @soupiestzilla + @stormflypirateskin pspspspspsing you all right now cmere read my short fic lol ♡

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It was a cozy, rainy night, and the two had just gotten changed into their pajamas. Shelly was sat on her bed, adjusting her pillows, yawning sleepily as she did so. Vee was on her own bed, watching quietly, kicking her legs as she grabbed a pillow.

"Not cuddling tonight?"

"It's summer, Vee, you always kick me off the bed when we cuddle in the summer because you get too hot and I actually want to sleep tonight." Shelly pointed out groggily, yawning as she stretched, not caring if Vee saw her stomach show from under her tank top. Vee smiled at the vulnerable moment, and she soon threw the pillow she had in her hands right at Shelly, making her go "oof" as she froze mid stretch.

"Vee. What the fuck?"

"Lol-"

"Did you seriously just text speech out loud?" Shelly questioned, throwing the pillow right back at Vee, watching as it bounced off her screen and onto her lap. Vee immediately picked it back up.

"Lmao"

"VEE STOP-" Shelly wheezed before she cracked and started hysterically laughing, catching the pillow in mid air whilst laughing. Vee snorted before bursting out laughing herself, getting up to grab her pillow back, but Shelly just slapped her with it.

"Get back fiend! You threw it at me twice, it's mine now!" Shelly teased, making Vee gasp.

"You fool!! This calls for war!!" Vee stated, turning around, though Shelly just smacked her on the top of the head with a second pillow.

"Fight me, fool." Shelly stated, giggling like a giddy little kid after she left the pillow on the robot's head. Vee just grinned and pulled it off, nodding once.

"You're so on."

The two immediately were slapping each other with their pillows, squealing and laughing as they slapped each other around. At one point, Vee had climbed onto Shelly's bed, the two switching between smacking each other with pillows and hugging and cuddling with each other. They were laughing at everything, squealing every single time they got hit, both flinching despite never being hurt. It lasted for hours. It ended with Vee finally giving in, defeatedly flopping into Shelly's stuffed animal pile, fake low battery warning on her screen.

"Oh no! I'm running low on battery! Oh shoot, you win!" Vee very dramatically stated, then displayed a fake dead face, x-eyes and tongue out and everything. Shelly just burst out laughing at her, sitting beside her, then she yawned as she slowly laid down against her.

"I... I win... I love you..." Shelly sleepily stated, laughed once more, then promptly passed the fuck out against Vee's chest. She was drained, and Vee knew it, as she changed her display back to normal and wrapped her arms around the passed out fossil.

"Goodnight sweet little Cinnabun, I love you so much." Vee whispered, then she gave her a kiss on the head. The rest of the night the two just cuddled right there, Vee purring as she gave her passed out fossil all the love in her soul. She loved her wife, and absolutely loved teasing her wife, and she wouldn't have changed a thing about that night.

Except for how absolutely hot it was, but she somehow lived without throwing Shelly off and yelling about being too hot lol