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[ahqkas]

Hello! ^^

First, just wanna say your blog is amazing. Second, what kind of shenanigans do you think would ensue with the batboys having a hyper physically clingy S/O? Like their S/O would get so excited they're home and just tackle hug them before they make it past the door kind of clingy.

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BRUCE WAYNE

bruce wayne, the ever-composed patriarch of the family, would at first have no idea how to handle such enthusiasm. his s/o being hyper-physically affectionate would probably throw him completely off-balance at first—not because he doesn’t enjoy the affection but because he’s not used to being greeted like that.

( the door creaks open as bruce steps inside the manor, still half-lost in the grim report alfred had handed him earlier. before he even sets his briefcase down, a blur barrels toward him, arms wide, a gleeful shout of his name ringing through the grand hall.

he braces himself instinctively like he’s about to be tackled by a rogue metahuman. “wait—” is all he manages before you collide with him, wrapping him in a bear hug strong enough to make his muscles tense. for a second, bruce freezes like a deer in headlights.

“miss me?” you grin, cheek pressed to his chest as you sway him back and forth like a tree in a storm.

bruce glances down, trying to maintain the stoic facade, but his lips twitch, betraying the barest hint of amusement. “you know, most people say hello first.”

alfred passes by with an arched brow and a muttered, “at least you don’t end up unconscious, master wayne.”

he sighs, exasperated but secretly endeared. he knows by now resistance is futile. one hand rests awkwardly on your back, the other fumbling to steady the files tucked under his arm. “you’re going to sprain something one day,” he murmurs, though there’s a faint warmth in his tone. )

the first time you tackle-hugged him after patrol, bruises and all, bruce immediately went into “are you hurt?” mode despite being the one who should be resting. “you can’t just launch yourself at me like that—you could get hurt,” he’d chide, even as he gently pulls you closer to make sure you’re okay.

alfred would quietly revel in the sheer domestication of bruce’s typically aloof charge. “ah, nothing like unrestrained enthusiasm to balance out your brooding, sir.”

DICK GRAYSON

dick grayson would be all in for having a hyper-physically affectionate s/o. the guy thrives on connection, and someone who matches his energy—or even outpaces it—would not only make him laugh but also make him feel completely loved. if anything, your clingy antics would ignite a bit of playful competition as dick tries to out-affection you, though he’d absolutely let you win most of the time.

( the moment he unlocks the door after a patrol, the creak of the hinges is your signal to strike. without hesitation, you launch yourself at him like a projectile, arms wide and grinning ear to ear.

“dick!”

“whoa—!” he yelps, barely managing to catch you before you tackle him into the doorframe. one arm wraps around your waist while the other steadies both of you. “are you trying to kill me, or…?” he teases, his voice light with laughter.

“i’m just so happy you’re home!” you say, nuzzling into his neck.

“yeah? well, i love being tackled the moment i step inside,” he says sarcastically, but the grin splitting his face is entirely genuine. “i mean, forget taking off my boots or hanging up my jacket—this is exactly what i needed.” he spins you around for good measure, making you laugh as he carries you further inside. )

dick would absolutely take your clinginess as a challenge to see who could be more over-the-top. you tackle-hug him at the door? he’ll scoop you up and spin you. you randomly leap on his back during a walk? he’ll carry you piggyback all the way home. it’s basically a constant competition to outdo each other.

one time, you caught him mid-workout and tried to climb on his back during push-ups. he pretended to be annoyed but ended up laughing so hard he couldn’t finish his reps. “you’re impossible,” he’d say between laughs, letting you sit on his back as he fake-struggled to keep going.

JASON TODD

jason todd would act like he didn’t know how to handle having such a clingy and affectionate s/o, but deep down, he’d secretly live for it. the guy has been through hell and back, so having someone who’s so unapologetically excited to see him would catch him off-guard at first—but it would also heal a part of him he didn’t know was still raw. he might grumble, roll his eyes, and mutter sarcastic quips, but the way he’d instinctively hold onto you would give away just how much he craves your affection.

( jason walks through the apartment door, shoulders tense from a long night of patrol, his helmet tucked under one arm. he barely gets two steps inside before the sound of your excited yell fills the air.

“jay!”

before he can react, you’re barreling toward him, all wild energy and open arms. “oh, shi—” the rest of his curse is cut off as you launch yourself at him, practically climbing him like a tree. he stumbles back a step, caught off-guard but reflexively wrapping his arms around you to keep you both steady.

“missed me?” you ask with a grin, nuzzling into his neck as your legs wrap around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

jason sighs, trying to sound exasperated but failing miserably. “miss you? you act like i’ve been gone for months. i was literally out for, what, five hours?”

“too long,” you mumble into his shoulder, squeezing him tighter.

despite his words, you feel his shoulders relax as he hugs you back. “you’re ridiculous, you know that?” he says softly, his voice a little rough around the edges but warm. )

jason would never stop pretending to grumble about your antics. “do you have to tackle me every time i walk through the door? my ribs aren’t exactly indestructible.” but if you ever didn’t tackle him, he’d immediately notice. “what, no welcome-home ambush? you mad at me or something?”

he would absolutely start using your clinginess against you. if he wanted your attention, he’d dramatically throw himself onto the couch and groan, “i can’t go on. i need one of your hugs to survive.”

TIM DRAKE

tim drake would initially be overwhelmed by having such a physically clingy s/o, mostly because he’s used to people respecting his personal bubble—or just not being that excited to see him. but once he got past the initial shock, he’d secretly love it, even if he was absolutely terrible at expressing that in words. your affectionate antics would constantly fluster him, but he’d quickly become addicted to the way you made him feel wanted and cared for.

( if you interrupted tim in the middle of one of his all-nighters, the results would be like this: imagine him sitting at his desk, surrounded by coffee cups and glowing monitors, so hyper-focused that he doesn’t even hear you sneaking up behind him.

suddenly, your arms wrap around his shoulders, and you rest your chin on top of his head. “hi,” you whisper, making him jump so hard he almost knocks over his coffee.

“[name]!” he hisses, spinning around to glare at you, his heart racing.

“sorry, couldn’t resist,” you say with a cheeky grin, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple.

tim sighs, trying to look annoyed, but the light blush creeping up his neck gives him away. “you’re ridiculous,” he mutters, but instead of pushing you away, he pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. “if i let you stay, will you let me finish his report?”

“no promises.” )

your ambushes would frequently catch tim off-guard, leading to spilled coffee, toppled stacks of paperwork, and at least one destroyed keyboard. “[name], i love you, but you’re going to bankrupt me in tech replacements,” he’d grumble while cleaning up the latest mess.

he would eventually start using your affection as an excuse to take breaks. if you tackled him while he was working, he’d let out a long-suffering sigh and say, “fine. five minutes. but only because you’re so insistent.” cue you dragging him to the couch for cuddles while he pretends to be annoyed.

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[fanged-fanfics]

hi!!! I rlly rlly love all ur transformers one writings they're all so cute!!! if it's alright may I request tfo optimus prime with a Cybertronian s/o who has the personality of jinx from arcane?? just general hcs if that's cool!! thank you I hope you have a good day!!

☆ Ignite And Diffuse — Transformers One Optimus x Cybertronian!GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When he first met you back as Orion, he found your eccentric energy to be refreshing. Something that could match his own impulsive ideas, you were a duo to be reckoned with across Iacon

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As Optimus, he became a little more wary of your actions. He had a lot to do, and having someone jumping around trying to cause chaos could be a huge problem. But he feels connected to you either way, your impulsive plans being a reminder of familiarity

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He finds himself slowly becoming a voice of reason between you two, to his great embarrassment when you point it out every time he pulls you back to safety

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He can't help but fall into old habits around you, following you into inane plans and absolutely crazy schemes that you both know won't really work. But, even if briefly, it makes him feel that free joy again that he'd been deeply missing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You've scared the frag out of him plenty of times by grabbing something potentially very dangerous and waving it around like a shiny new tool, and you find it very amusing to continously toss it out of his grip when he tries to grab it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At times, to keep you safe, he'll have to act firm and use his authority to keep you from acting out. He knows it likely won't work, but it does sometimes worry him to see a bot acting so careless

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You do occasionally clash. He wants to be different now, but you remind him that he doesn't have to become a completely different bot. You remind him of what it felt like to be Orion, when he tries to act like he's someone else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus offers you a place in his personal army. Your ideas could prove helpful, a wildcard would be something no one could ever expect on the field, and he trusted you to carry this out with all his spark

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's quick to reel you back if you start wandering too far. Though he puts his care in you, he makes sure you never get too carried away. At the end of the day, he still wants you safe above all else

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The one time you jokingly handed him an explosion he panicked and managed to launch it yards away when he realized what it was. He then nearly lectured you all afternoon

[shoujo-wizard]

Hallmark movie AU steddie A/B/O ft kitchenwitch!Steve im calling it "Bewitched by Yuletide"

A!Eddie O!Steve

@lexirosewrites this has turned into a drabble oops

Eddie ends up making it big time with the corroded coffin guys, except after nine albums together they're not getting along very well. it all comes to a head during a long flight out of Europe back to the US, and when their private plane landed, the band had agreed there was no more band. they gave a final concert in the US. so eddie finds himself at a crossroads. he still had his money, he still had his fame, and he still had the connections of a rock star. he could launch a solo career, get writing a debut solo album, make the right calls to people with the right taste, he could be very successful for at least one album. except as eddie thought it through more and more, he just felt tired. he didnt want to write anything, he didnt want to play another electric guitar solo, and he didn't want to go through the promotion process. he didn't want to attend award shows, not even to host. the spotlight was fantastic, but on the flight back to the US Felix had pose them all a question

"do we really want to do this for the rest of our lives?"

eddie didn't want to. he felt adrift, not sure what he really wanted to do for the rest of his life, with all the money they'd made. then he gets a call from his Uncle Wayne; he'd fallen and was in the hospital for the last 2 days. he emphasizes he's fine, just ended up hitting his head hard. a friend is taking care of him till the worst of the concussion symptoms resolve. he tells Eddie his door is always open to him. so eddie books a flight and is in the small town of Hawkins by the next morning.

wayne gives him directions that are of little help, but he writes them down just in case. he pulls into the driveway of Wayne's farmhouse, and the old man is sitting on his front porch in a wicker rocking chair. he hands Eddie a coffee mug & motions to the other chair then the thermos sitting on the small table. so eddie sits to fill his mug instead of doing anything reasonable like turn off his car or at least close the driverside door. It has gotten to late autumn now. halloween is approaching. eddie drinks a mug of coffee in silence before he starts a conversation.

"do I want to do this for the rest of my life?" eddie watches the wind move through the fir trees.

"whatever you want to do, son, just know you'll always have a place in my life." is what wayne hums back.

Wayne is situated inside comfortable on the couch. his uncle lets him know that his friend will be coming by after he finishes work to bring him dinner. Eddie says to let this 'Harrington' know tht he'd like to be added to the dinner guest list. wayne just chuckles like he knows something Eddie doesn't.

even later when the sky is turning dark a new car pulls up outside the farmhouse. Wayne hollers that it's "steve and robin" right before the front door is bursting open to let in the cold air, and two people eddie's never met before. eddie wants to ask them to sit down, but then a broad shouldered Adonis with his neck wrapped in a pink scarf is moving around him to the kitchen as if he does so everyday. an alpha woman with a choppy bob is completely disinterested in him, instead she's sitting with Wayne engaging him patiently in conversation while the noises in the kitchen continue to grow.

eddie expects a lot of things when he walks into his uncle's kitchen. None of them could've prepared him to walk into a room permeated with the scent of apples. to see the adonis from the doorway without his pink scarf or coat. his hair is a cresting wave, and he moves assuredly around the space. he's unpacking several canvas picnic bags, which makes Eddie pause because he's sure that the omega in the kitchen had only entered with a large dutch oven in his hands.

they have a short conversation that ends with Eddie offering his help with dinner. Steve declines politely, but Eddie doesn't leave the kitchen exactly. he sits down at the breakfast nook within the room, and engages Steve in conversation. steve asks about the acoustic guitar case among his things at the bottom of the stairs. eddie blinks because he can't remember if he brought his things inside or not. ultimately deciding he must have. eddie admitting his band had broken up, and that he's staying with Wayne for the moment.

the four of them sit down to dinner, and then before Eddie knows it he's in the kitchen cleaning up with Robin. when they get near done steve walks in and starts the coffee maker. then wayne is shuffling cards, and they're eating dessert while sipping at coffee. then before Eddie feels like he can blink Steve and Robin r driving back to Hawkins proper.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about apples the entire night.

[there's definitely more to say about this AU..... but i think this is a good little set up tht kinda shows the set up]

[I might write more to this but i won't make promises. you'll likely all have to wait till the next Slick Sunday i choose to participate in]

[xreaderdumpster]

hey so how do you think Kurt wagner would deal with having a s/o see him let the stress get to him. He’s normally the one consoling others and calmness, even for his s/o. So how about him punching a hard object and he hurts himself. The stress is built up and is too much for him. S/o is surprised and there is a pause of silence. S/o then walks over and hugs him and tells him to take deep breathes. They don’t want him hurting himself over whatever is stressing him out?

Sorry for the delay! Been busy with work and life (and I knew this ask would break my heart slightly as I've been in this position before). Please enjoy this angst! It's only a short one as I knew I'd throw too much of myself into it if I didn't limit it.

Content warning: Angst with comfort towards the end, mentions of hole punching and bleeding, Google translate German, use of Y/N and they pronouns so anyone can feel included!

Word count: 665

Everyone has their limits

One of the common teachings of religion is that whatever higher being made us wants humanity to be kind to each other. Love thy neighbour and al. But there’s some days where a believer of God can feel like their kindness is stretched too thin. And that was what Kurt Wagner realised one day. He’d had a lot of his fellow X-Men coming to him recently about their problems. Scott and Jean separately come to him about their relationship issues, his sister Rogue needing to vent about her powers, even Logan had been coming to him a lot recently. And there was Morph, Hank, Jubilee, Gambit, Bishop and Y/N. His wonderful partner. How could he say no to his team? But… There were limits. And Kurt felt he hit that point one night. 

Y/N came back from their mission, covered in dirt and sweat. They didn’t notice Kurt sitting on their bed, far quieter than usual. “You will NOT believe how that mission went! We saved the day sure but fuck it didn’t help that Logan did his whole loose canon spiel!” They began as they removed their clothes, staying in their underwear. Kurt nodded sadly, not really taking in anything they were saying.

“Mein Liebling, please… I love you but I need some quiet.” He murmured but his partner kept going.

“He literally launched himself at the FOH when Scott SPECIFICALLY asked him not to. I don’t get what his deal is. Or his deal with Scott. I think I just don’t get Logan full stop. He always stinks, doesn’t listen to a word I or anyone else say and-”

“Please… I need to vent too…” Kurt’s reply fell on deaf ears.

“And then Jubilee barged onto the scene with her sparks and it didn’t help at all! She’s just as reckless as he-”

“I’M DONE!” Kurt raised his voice. Y/N snapped their head towards him “You haven’t even asked me how I am, Mein Liebling. You have just walked into our bedroom and started on and on! I’m tired of everyone using me as their personal confession booth! I have tried to set my boundaries and no one listens to me! The team doesn't, you don’t, not even God does right now! Haben Sie eine Vorstellung, wie das ist?” He ranted before connecting his fist to the plaster walls of the room, a hole being left where his fist connected. Y/N jumped at the impact. Kurt panted, trembling with frustration as blood trickled down his knuckles and dripping to the carpet. Y/N rushed to Kurt as he crumpled to the ground, tears spilling from his eyes. Their arms were his safe haven, his church away from church. Feeling their presence holding him close, heart racing like his was, allowed the sobs to begin escaping his lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my love.” Y/N whispered, cradling Kurt as his tears stained their skin. His unharmed hand clutched the bleeding one to his chest. “Breath with me.” They added in a calm and measured tone. Kurt nodded, following the slow deep breaths of his lover. Their heartbeats began slowing down in unison with each exhale. Y/N let go for a moment, grabbing the first aid kit from under their bed. With gentle hands, Kurt’s knuckles were cleaned and bandaged up in a charged silence.

“Es tut mir Leid.” Kurt said after Y/N tied the bandaging.

“Don’t be, my love. You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry for not hearing you sooner.” Their soft lips kissed his palm “I promise I will from now on. If you ever can’t handle my rants or grumblings, just say, ok? I love you.” They whispered the last sentence before holding Kurt close to their chest. Kurt let out a shaky breath, the tears finally stopping as he nodded.

“I love you too, Mein Liebling.” He whispered against their neck.

Everyone has their limits. Even blue furry heroes with tails.

[lolxdswag123]

Sleepless in Cabin 3

Percy Jackson x reader

Warnings: Blood of Olympus spoilers, mentions of insomnia, flashbacks, a makeout session, I think that’s it.

Authors note: This is my first time writing so let me know how I did :)

Summary: reader is having flashbacks to the battle against Gaia and hasn’t been sleeping. Goes to best friend Percy’s cabin for comfort.

Tossing and turning. That’s all I could do for the past 3 hours. Lights out was at 10 pm. It was now 1 o clock in the morning and I have not slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the same things. Leo bursting into flames. Octavian being launched into the massive ball of fire in the air.

Now I didn’t care all that much for Octavian, but Leo was my best friend. I knew about his plan all along. He told me he was going to find Calypso, and he would be back. It was just so hard to believe after what I saw last week. I haven’t been able to sleep for days now.

After the battle I had collapsed in exhaustion, and I think that was the last time I really got any rest since then.

Camp was still being cleaned up and there was evidence of the battle everywhere. Reyna, who had become like my sister, left to go back to Camp Jupiter with Hazel and Frank. My whole life felt like it had been turned upside down in the matter of 7 days.

I was restless. Chiron had me meet up with some of the Apollo campers daily for “mental health reasons”, but it wasn’t helping in the way that he had hoped. The only thing that helped was being around my best friends, Percy and Annabeth.

They had been my best friends since I was 13. I first went on a quest with them to recover the Golden Fleece from a huge cyclops. Times have changed since then. The war against Kronos almost felt like child’s play compared to everything we’ve dealt with since then.

Percy’s disappearance alone was enough to send me into a crazed state for weeks. That was the first time I dealt with insomnia. He and I always had a special connection. One that nobody else understood. Percy could calm me down in a way that nobody else ever was capable of. If Annabeth wasn’t by my side in that time I think I really would’ve lost it.

Even when he and Annabeth fell into Tartarus I didn’t break down like this. I had Reyna and Leo to get me through it.

As I rolled over in my empty cabin for the millionth time, I had a flashback to that day that they fell into the pit of Tartarus.

If Percy hadn’t jumped in after her, I would’ve. He pushed me back before he jumped in. I stood there with my brother, Nico, looking down hopelessly and trying to figure out what to do.

The boy, who my brother and I both had adored, was begging us to meet him at the other side of Tartarus. He promised us that he would be there, that he would get out. I could feel my heart being ripped out as I looked at them, but Nico and I swore to it.

I so badly wanted to jump in after them, but I couldn’t do it. I knew that I had to help the others.

After that, I was in a crazed state. Completely and hopelessly hyperfixated on getting them out.

The thought alone made me nauseous, and I considered running to throw up in the bathroom.

It’s not like I would be bothering anyone. Every night after I fall asleep, or in this case, pretend to fall asleep, Nico sneaks off to go see his boyfriend, Will.

I’m not angry at him for it. I purposely pretend to sleep so that he doesn’t feel bad about going. I know he’s struggling as much as I am.

I take a deep breath, hoping that I can settle my mind. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t work. I lay there for another fifteen minutes, staring at my ceiling, before I decide to take action.

I stood up, put on my slippers, and quietly escaped my cabin- trying my best not to wake any other campers- or the harpies.

I knew exactly where I was going, though I wasn’t sure what would happen.

I hadn’t gone to his cabin this late at night since my nightmares after we’d escaped the Labyrinth. He used to really help me get through my feelings- that is, until Rachel came along.

The next summer, I found out that Rachel and Percy had been kissing, and after that I backed off. I know that now there isn’t anything between them, but Percy is my best friend, and I knew that I needed to keep it that way.

I quietly approached his door, knocking softly. I hoped that he was awake, but I knew the odds were slim. After no answer, I knocked again, slightly more desperate.

If he doesn’t answer this time, I’ll go. I thought.

After a minute, there was still no response so I turned around to head back to my cabin and brave the night ahead.

The door creaked slowly behind me, and I whipped around. Percy was standing there, looking like I had just woken him up from the best dream of his life.

“Hey.” I whispered, approaching hesitantly.

Without another word, he nods his head, gesturing for me to come into his cabin. Tyson wasn’t there. He had temporarily gone back to Camp Jupiter with Ella.

We both enter his silent cabin, and he shuts the door quietly behind us. The seasalt smell immediately hits me and all of my senses relax.

He sits on his bed and looks up at me, standing awkwardly. The idea seemed great, but now that I was standing in his room I wasn’t really sure what my plan was.

“What’s going on?” Percy asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

I looked down, suddenly feeling bad for waking him up. “I haven’t been sleeping.” I whispered.

“What?” He asks.

I repeat myself, “I haven’t been-“

“You haven’t been sleeping?” He asks, sounding slightly upset. He rests his elbows on his knees and puts his head in his hands.

I shake my head, feeling a blush over my face. I could feel my delirious brain and heavy eyes a little bit more now.

“And you’re just telling me now?” He asks, looking disappointed.

“I didn’t want to stress anyone out.” I say, smiling bashfully.

He rolls his eyes, patting the spot next to him.

“Think Chiron will give us a free pass if he finds us both in here?” He asks, obviously trying to make light of the situation.

I chuckle, nodding, but knowing that Chiron would do just about anything to help the campers right now. The thought reminded me even more about the battle.

Percy turns to lay back under his blankets, leaving an open space for me. This is exactly how we used to do it when I was having my nightmares.

I laid down in my spot, trying to get comfortable. I stared at the ceiling, immediately feeling more drowsy than I did in my room.

We both lay there in silence for a few minutes, before l hear the blankets rustle and turn my head to see Percy facing me.

I turn to face him too.

He purses his lips and furrows his eyebrows, scanning my face, before asking, “Why did you ever stop coming in here?”

I look at him nervously, realizing that we were finally going to have this conversation. “You and Rachel…” I trail off, not knowing what else to say.

His eyes instantly widen, “me and Rachel?” He asks.

I nod. “I didn’t want to get in the way of anything if you guys…” I pause, choosing my words, “if you guys were like, together or anything.”

He scans my face, as if trying to determine if I’m joking. He lets out a small laugh, “Rachel and I were never together. I thought you knew that.”

I shake my head, eyes focusing on anything but his face.

He chuckles again, and I tuck my head into his chest, attempting to end the conversation there, but he decided to continue, “You know,” he paused, wrapping an arm around me to play with my hair, “when Beckendorf came to get me for our mission? Remember that?”

I nod, unsure of where this was going.

“Well, he saw Rachel kiss me.”

I tensed, uncomfortable with this conversation.

“Then after we left her, to go to the ship,” he continued, “do you know what he said to me?”

I shook my head.

“He said, ‘I’m assuming you don’t want me to tell Y/N about that, right?’” Percy said, continuing to play with my hair.

“Really?” I asked, confused, “Why?”

He was silent for long enough for me to wonder if he even heard me before he spoke up again. “Because I didn’t want you to know.”

I pulled away, looking up at his face. I scrunched my eyebrows together out of confusion. “Why not? We tell each other everything.”

He raises his eyebrows, shaking his head, “Really?”

“What?” I asked.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. His eyes scanned my face again before wrapping an arm around me and pulling me back into his chest.

I finally start to doze off, feeling my body relax. Before I am completely asleep I can feel a soft kiss being placed on the top of my head. Before I can even feel the butterflies that come from it, I fall sound asleep.

I wake up before the sun is up, unsurprisingly. I’m happy to have gotten even a few hours of sleep.

I turn on my side to see Percy snoring softly with a line of drool coming down from his mouth. I giggle quietly before moving away a little bit.

I debate going back to my cabin, so that I don’t get caught in here. The last thing any of us needed right now was to deal with rumors about us sleeping in the same cabin together.

I sit up, my eyes scanning for my slippers in the dark room. Just as I find them I hear stirring behind me.

“What are you doing?” Percy asks groggily.

I turn to see him rubbing his eyes again and suddenly feel guilty for waking him up two times now.

“I was just going to sneak out before I get caught in here.” I whisper, reaching down to put my slippers on.

“Stay,” he whispered, eyes closed.

I smiled, looking at how peaceful he looked in that moment.

I shake my head, but rest a hand on his arm. “I shouldn’t.” I whisper.

He groans, turning closer to me and opens his eyes. He looks up at me, slowly reaching up as he brushes a strand of my hair out of my face.

“I’ll cover for you in the morning.” He whispers softly, looking at me hopefully.

I smile but shake my head, “If anyone finds out I stayed here…” I whisper, “you know how they all talk.”

He looks at me for a moment, and then another moment, eyes scanning my face, before responding, “You know everyone already thinks we’re together, right?”

My eyes widen in shock, completely taken aback and unsure if I heard him right. “Us? Like- you and me? Together?”

He nods, looking straight into my eyes, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?” I ask, incredibly confused. I had never heard this before and I had never told anyone how I really felt. Not even Annabeth.

He stared incredulously at me for another moment, before whispering, “Are you kidding? I really can’t tell.”

I shook my head and shrugged.

“Well… we’re together all the time. You used to sleep here. When I went missing and got amnesia you were the only person I could remember. I almost lost it when you got hurt in the battle in manhattan…” he searched my face for my reaction, “I can keep going if you want.”

I shook my head, understanding. “I guess that kind of makes sense.”

He nodded, looking at me as if he was waiting for me to say something else.

I stared at him for a moment, before my delirium allowed me to ask a rather bold question.

“What do you think about that?” I whispered, looking into his eyes.

His gaze felt heavy. He stared straight into my eyes, coughing, before saying, “Uhhh… what do you mean?”

I shook my head, “Nevermind.” I whispered.

He grabbed my hand, looking directly into my eyes, before saying, “About what everyone says? Or about us being together?”

“Both.” I whisper, staring straight back at him.

He pauses for a moment, looking down at our hands, then back into my eyes. “I think they have a point. And I think that they’re right. That we are basically together. Unless you’re thinking something different?”

I nodded slowly, thinking about all of the years that I’ve brushed off other boys because I didn’t have eyes for them like I do for him. I thought about all the time that we spent apart, and how it felt like a piece of me was missing. I thought about the battle of manhattan, when I saw him fighting and I had never felt such pride in my heart before. I knew it all along, I just didn’t know how to show it.

“It’s not that easy though, seaweed brain. We’re not basically together until you ask me out.” I chuckle, looking back down at him and realizing how intently he’s looking at me.

I slowly kick off my shoes and lay back down next to him. He still is looking at me intently and hasn’t said a word.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper, after another moment of silence.

He shakes his head, looking deeply into my eyes, and I see his gaze flicker to my lips for a millisecond.

Suddenly I can feel my heartbeat pick up. I’m now aware of every centimeter of my body that is close to his. It’s like all of my senses are dialed to 11.

Before I can even think twice I lean forward just slightly and he immediately grabs my face and his lips are on mine.

The kiss is soft, slow, and everything I could’ve ever imagined.

I can feel his hesitation, almost like he’s afraid I’ll pull away if he makes the wrong move.

I reach my hand around the back of his head and run my hand through his hair, bringing him closer to me. The kiss slowly becomes more passionate, my heart rate accelerating.

I don’t think either of us can hold back anymore. I tilt my head slightly, it’s like something inside me snaps. The kiss is intense, full of years of love and yearning toward one another. His hand moves slowly under the hem of my sleep shirt, shakey fingers trailing up my back, and I gasp into his mouth, enjoying the new sensation.

We had been close before, but never like this.

I hear Percy groan quietly, the sound beautiful but desperate, and my body is suddenly on fire. His other hand reaches to the back of my next to pull me even closer, deepening the kiss so that our tongues are dancing with each other. I can feel him breathing heavily as his hands explore my skin, fingers digging in in a way I never knew I needed.

My hands run through his hair, one leaving to clutch his shoulder, pulling him even closer to me. Percy’s mouth moves to my jaw, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, and I bite my lip to keep from making a sound, but it’s impossible. I let out a soft gasp, pressing even further into him.

“Gods,” Percy groans against my neck, continuing to bury his face into my neck and collarbone, definitely leaving marks that he knows he shouldn’t be. Especially not if I’m walking out of his cabin in the morning. His lips find mine again, but this time it feels more frantic, like we’re both on the verge of losing control. His hands are fully under my shirt now, his touch insistent, and I can’t help the small groan that escapes me.

I can’t stand it anymore as I tug at his shirt, pulling it up, desperate to feel more. He helps me, urgently pulling it over his head before desperately crashing his mouth back onto mine. His skin feels incredibly warm, his muscles tensing beneath my touch as I slowly run my nails down his chest. He groans into the kiss, kicking my legs with his own so that he can move to hover over me.

I can feel my back press into the mattress as Percy hovers over me, the weight of it making me shiver. His hands roam lower, gripping my hips roughly, and his mouth never stops—kissing, biting, trailing heat down my neck and back up again to capture my lips. Every move, every touch, is more desperate, more intense, and I can feel the years of pent-up tension between us boiling over.

We continue like this for longer than we should, desperately grabbing onto each others skin, mouths all over eachothers faces and necks, before we finally allow the kiss to slow down. The kiss fades to a soft, gentle one, and we slowly pull away.

I stare into his eyes, feeling a blush cover my face when I realize that this is real, and that just happened. He has the same look on his face as me, breathing heavy. His hair is all out of place and part of me wants to continue where we left off and mess up his hair a little more.

I bite my lip, holding back the smile that is trying to take over my face. He grins at me, his eyes sparkling.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” He smirks at me playfully.

“What took you so long?” I ask, nudging his arm and letting him lay back down beside me.

He shrugged, “Was never the right time. Can’t say I haven’t thought about it though. Maybe a little too much…” he trailed off.

I rolled my eyes, smacking his arm playfully before realizing how exhausted I had become.

“Can we go back to sleep?” I whisper, tucking my head into his chest again.

He nods, pressing a kiss on my head, and this time I feel the whole swarm of butterflies invade my stomach. I smile, and doze off.

[imaginesig]

A Bear and a Gorgeous Girl

SMAU

Ollie Bearman x singer!reader

with a new wave of fame, how does her hard rock aesthetic hold up when Y/n's fans find her boyfriends account? More specifically how she appears on that account.

ynln

Liked by user1, louis91, olliebearman, and 833 others

Ynln: You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

tagged: no one

olliebearman i wanna support the arts 🙋🏻‍♂️

User1 I’ve been living for the on tour posts

User2 fr let’s all say thank you Louis!!

user3 that’s an odd caption—are you teasing song lyrics??

user4 Bear cameo

user7 the day we learn who bear is, is the day I die

user5 I want to know who her man is so bad

user6 Y/N LET ME IN

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olliebearman

liked by paularon_, kimi.antonelli, user2, and 732,927 others

ollliebearman: i spent my free time following my gf on her tour

tagged ynln

ynln forever grateful Bear ❤️

olliebearman 🧸❤️

kimi.antonelli simp

user1 it upsets me everytime im reminded they're both off the market

user2 ugh shes so pretty

user3 im a new fan, who is she?

user4 Y/n is a small artist who recently started touring with Louis Tomlinson (fron One Direction) and gained followers

user5 They're been together for about a year, but from what ive noticed, her newer fans havent connected that Ollie is her bf (understandable because she hasnt posted/tagged him in awhile)

user6 oh to have a supportive bf like ollie

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ynln

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ynln: thank you Louis for an increable experience!! To everyone who learned my songs and cheered me on I love you ❤️❤️

tagged louis91, ynln_hq

olliebearman gorgeous girl

user4 you can say that again

louis91 you are a meance and it was an honor to be your first tour!

ynln 1D was also my first concert

louis91 so you've meantioned several hundred times

user1 best opener ever!!!

user2 im so glad ive discovered you

user3 og fans tap in!!

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ynln

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ynln: "Mom, I'm Goin' Out" dropping 7/24!! Enjoy my new single "Too Sweet" while you wait 💋💋

tagged ynln_hq

louis91 its gonna be fucking amazing

thesnuts you're smashing it

oliviarodrigo on repeat!!

user1 AHHHH BABE WAKE UP Y/N IS DROPPING A NEW ALBUM

user2 "its ten o clock before i say a word... you wake up for the sunrise" ok miss ma'am

user3 she found herself a good boy

user4 we've known Bear is the golden retriver to her black cat

user5 ok so she posted a soft launch-esc post with a lyrics from too sweet. The rest of that stanza is "You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait until that day"

user6 so?

user5 so its pr its about depsite the song suggesing otherwise

user7 noooo she's off the market

user8 i swear she laced the lines "i take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three" with crack

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olliebearman posted a story!

caption: gorgeous girl is releasing an EP stream it 7/24

ynln

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ynln: "Mom I'm Goin' Out" has dropped!! Thank you to my family, fellow musicians, and my muse for the endless support! Now stop reading and learn the songs, we got gigs to attend

tagged: ynln_hq, olliebearman

user1 ok hard launch

mmataband we make a killer track

louis91 so proud!

kimi.antonelli adding to the Prema playlist now

ynln if Ollie hasnt already beaten you to it

kimi.antonelli yk he has 😔

user2 Y/n: tags her bf in her EP release, me: stalks him while streaming said EP

user3 UGH MAROON IS TOO GOOD

user4 there is no reason why "The Chain" is so hot

user5 WE FINALLY FOUND HIM

user6 BEAR IS OLLIE -BEAR-MAN

user7 are we all stupid orrr

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olliebearman

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olliebearman: "Mom I'm Goin' Out" to celebrate love's new EP

tagged ynln

ynln you're so cheesy

olliebearman but you love me

ynln forever and always

kimi.antonelli please tell me she didn't let you actually touch that soundboard

olliebearman 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

user1 I cannot wait to blast Y/n while waiting for race to start

user2 this is the same Y/n???

user3 who are you girl

user4 I would have never pinned her to love pastel flowers and a pink heart cake

user5 I've stalked this mans whole account and we need to have a meeting

user6 the new Y/n fans have found Ollie ive seen...

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ynln

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ynln: HELLO?? YOU GUYS HAVE BLOWN THIS EP UP!! I'm so so lucky to say that my childhood dream has become a reality, thank you for everyone who have supported me and helped me on my musical journey!!

tagged: ynln_hq

louis91 stoked to see you're finally getting the attention you deserve

mmataband 🤘🏻🎸❤️🖤

user1 so so deserved!!!

user2 its been on repeat since it dropped

user3 ugh I swear this album was laced bc I CANNOT STOP LISTENING

user4 I can't wait for the live shows to start

user5 same!! I need to hear these songs live

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olliebearman

liked by kimi.antolli, paularon_, user54, and 273,393 others

olliebearman: I'm so in awe of your accomplishments gorgeous girl ❤️ Congrats on 1 million streams

tagged ynln

ynln couldnt have done it without my muse ❤️ love you bear

olliebearman love you too❤️

user1 theyre so cute but everytime he posts her its a jumpscare

user3 right its so far off from her aesthetic

user2 too cute!!

user4 God its me again

user5 when is it my turn

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ynln

liked by olliebearman, user43, paularon_, and 232,938 others

ynln: Bear has officially ruined my aesthetic but its ok because he's cute

tagged: olliebearman

user1 her hard rock aesthetic might be over but this post is still so put together within itself

olliebearman 😶

kimi.antonelli no its not ok, I dont wanna see you being all lovey dovey on my instragram

ynln something tells me you'll survive

ynln_hq you're still a kick ass rockstar in our eyes 🤩

user1 now that the shock is over im in love with them

user2 the second pic is literally so boyfriend coded

user3 lets all thank Y/n for her service

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olliebearman

liked by kimi.antonelli, user4, ynln, and 838,393 others

olliebearman: you heard the girl im cute!!

tagged: ynln

ynln this post is so Pinterest, ive trained you well 🥹

olliebearman best teacher ever!!

user1 ok aesthetic

user2 that second pic is gonna own pintrest

user3 looks like im sleeping in traffic tonight

user4 the matching captions make me sick I NEED IT

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ynln

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ynln: guys its time I come clean... im a giant softie who likes my coffee in the form of an ice latte

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman the lies!!! The deception!! cancel y/n 2024

ynln shut up 🙄

olliebearman 🎸❤️

ynln 🧸❤️

user1 not them having special emoji combos 😭

user2 the coffee drawing is so cute what

user3 well this was not what I was expecting from Y/n but im into it

user4 she's just a girl, no ones above an iced latte

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[mariacallous]

When the cease-fire in Gaza went into effect earlier this week, the joy across the conflict line was palpable from 6,000 miles away. Although it is unlikely that complicated three-phase deal will ever be fully implemented, it will save lives, bring hostages home, and provide Palestinians in Gaza with much-needed humanitarian aid. The initial hostage and prisoner release also provides a moment to reflect on the broader consequences of the war. Among the most striking is how the conflict has not just altered the trajectories of Israeli and Palestinian societies but in important ways forced them into reverse.

No doubt, Hamas has notched a number of notable achievements since it launched the onslaught it called Operation Al-Aqsa Flood on Oct. 7, 2023. The group drew the IDF into a ferocious fight in the Gaza Strip that has compromised the international legitimacy of Israel’s military and the state it defends. And not since the announcement of the Clinton Parameters and the effort to rescue the Oslo process at the Egyptian resort town of Taba in early 2001 has the Palestinian question been front and center in Middle Eastern and international politics.

At the same time, when Hamas sent its fighters over and through the fence that separates Israel from the Gaza Strip, they set the Palestinian search for justice back at least a generation, if not more. There was a time, not long ago, when it was possible for people to imagine a Palestinian state in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip. In the years since the peace process irretrievably faltered, some observers had come to believe that the present “one-state reality,” encompassing the Palestinian areas plus Israel, would likely lead to a “one-state solution” in which Palestinians and Israelis live together. Regardless of the real-world prospects of either outcome, Hamas’s genocidal fever dream of liberating Palestine—from Metula to Eilat and from the Jordan River to the Mediterranean Sea—which the group sought to make reality 15 months ago, has rendered both the one-state and two-state solutions impossible.

Add to Hamas’s bloodlust the international outcry over what Israelis regard to be righteous self-defense, and fewer and fewer of them are now willing to believe that Palestinian nationalism and Zionism can be reconciled. Palestinians may have a right to a state, but given the asymmetries of power that exist, Israelis have the capacity to prevent them from exercising it. After Oct. 7, that seems likelier than ever.

Even while Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza are filled with joy over the cease-fire, they remain adrift, confronted with two unenviable political choices: the Palestinian Authority (PA)—a corrupt, repressive, and illegitimate vessel of another era that is irrelevant to the current predicaments of the people whom it is supposed to represent—or Hamas. Even with their limited mandate, the PA’s leaders seem incapable of accomplishing pretty much anything other than remaining in power. Hamas is an undesirable alternative. Its popularity waxes during conflict with Israel and wanes when the reality of life under the boot of the group’s cadres becomes clear to the Palestinians who must endure it. It is hard not to conclude from the last two decades that Hamas’s sacralized claims to resistance has brought Palestinians nothing but more pain and more grief. Yes, there is renewed international sympathy for the Palestinian cause, but the world has long recognized the importance of justice for Palestinians with little tangibly to show for it.

There may actually be other, better options for Palestinians. In distinct contrast to the PA and Hamas, there is a vibrant grassroots movement of Palestinians that is seeking new means of representation and leveraging the past 15 months of bloodshed to deepen the connections between the Palestinian struggle and international networks of progressives, NGOs, humanitarians, and academics. It is an interesting phenomenon, and perhaps an alternative to the PA and Hamas will emerge from this activism. But a significant amount of energy of these groups seems devoted more to Israel’s delegitimization than to any actual effort to forge a new Palestinian political reality. It is also an elite game. Average Palestinians have no such privilege or choice. They are forced between two factions that claim to be the expressions of the Palestinian nationalism but have done little to advance their cause, at times even profiting from their people’s suffering.

Given the destruction of Gaza and the existential nature of the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians that Hamas’s onslaught and the Israeli response to it highlighted, the lasting and most tangible achievement of that attack may very well be the permanent statelessness of the Palestinian people.

For Israelis, the days of “bourgeois Israel” are over. The Israel of the Nike Store, fancy bicycle studios, Maseratis prowling the Ayalon Freeway, and glass towers built on the power of Silicon Wadi IPOs will, of course, remain, but there has been a vibe shift among Jewish citizens of Israel. The attacks on southern kibbutzim and towns 15 months ago vaulted Israel back to another time—one of vulnerability and uncertainty. The incomprehensible hostility of the world around Israelis and beyond, especially among governments and publics in the West, added to the collective shock.

Israelis believed that they had overcome their isolation of the past. Yet so strong and striking was the negative sentiment of the global elite toward a wounded Israel that it was as if U.N. Resolution 3379, which determined Zionism to be a form of racism, had never been repealed. In the coming years, Israel will confront even more hostility from influential—but not necessarily powerful—actors within the U.N. system and the NGO world who have demonstrated themselves to be part of a broad anti-Zionist front. Even though Israel enjoys diplomatic relations with most of the world, the war in Gaza has reopened the question of its global acceptance and legitimacy.

Uncomfortable as it may be, there are more discernible consequences of the war than the hostility of U.N. bureaucrats, Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, and governments from Ireland to Spain. It seems likely that Israel is too well integrated into the global economy—especially its high-tech and health sectors—for the call to boycott, divest, and sanction to succeed. But Israelis, whose security has been ensured and economic development boosted with the help of U.S. subventions, will have to grapple with higher defense budgets and the hostility of a not insignificant segment of the Democratic Party whose lawmakers will be asked to continue security assistance for Israel. That will not matter when Republicans control the executive branch and Congress, but Democrats will not be in the wilderness forever, and the IDF operations in Gaza that over the last 15 months killed more than 47,000 Palestinians (according to Palestinian health authorities in Gaza) have made an impression on Capitol Hill. The bipartisan consensus around support for Israeli security was already weakening when Hamas attacked; Israel’s ferocious reaction to Oct. 7 may very well have broken it.

What does this say about the future for Israelis and Palestinians? Almost nothing. There were more than a few sages who declared at the outset of the war “from crisis comes opportunity.” That sounds nice, but those are just words. The most likely outcome of the war was always going to be something closer to the status quo that existed on Oct. 6, 2023, than some promising change that improved the prospects for peace. As the release of Gonen, Damari, and Steinbrecher made abundantly clear, Hamas remains very much in power in Gaza, which portends a tighter Israeli blockade on the territory and periodic spasms of great violence. All the while, Palestinians and Israelis will remain further away from their national goals than they have been in decades.

[smokescreenimusprime]

REMEMBER

THIS:

I HAD SOME

✨I D E A S✨

It says: Repeat for survivors right(??)

English is confusing-

So let's just say that: Alpha trion had LOT of students from the years to come, when the first ever student of his came and died he become distraught, then another came in he tried NOT to to get attached to them but failed m i s r e b l e l y and Smokescreen came the same thing happened all over again when the deception came crash the archive, we all knew that he survived and Trion is dead.

But let's make a little difference: Smokescreen wasn't knocked out by Alpha as he dodge and have a little fight but right over it when Deceptions found them *just pretend that they hide before* and almost clapped them up.

Smokescreen grab Alpha's hand search and found an escape pod *pretend that there's a escape pod IN THE ARCHIVE* And telling Alpha to get inside the pod but Alpha refuses and little fight again then Smokescreen PUSHED Alpha into the Escape pod, closes it, and ta-da Alpha trion thinks that Smokescreen is dead as hell (but apparently not), and he grieved while he goes into stasis.

Smokescreen got nerved, brought into the Decepticon ship injured but alive, he escaped and the rest is history.

(Look I tried my best and it's somehow giving cringe things to me and my English is shit)

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YESYESYESYESYES I LOVE THIS THOUGHT

ANGST THE BOIS

o u g h just. For extra angst, what if Alpha Trion is found afterwards by the Autobots instead of just being launched off into the void. He sticks close to Optimus and helps plan and gives whatever knowledge he can..... but Smokescreen was the last student he ever took and bonded with. He closed himself off afterward and while he still interacted with people and gave guidance when needed, he was notably impersonal about it. He never let anyone get close on an emotional level out of fear of yet another bot dying. Hell, even Optimus wasn't completely immune to this treatment

Maybe to take it a step further, what if there were rumors about Trion's "curse." How the guy could never keep a guard for longer than a couple months, sometimes no more than a couple weeks, that they always died, usually via some kind of freak accident

God. Alpha Trion spending millions of years with barely any connection that isn't fleeting, keeping people at arm's reach and just going through the motions. Following Optimus to Earth because there's nothing else he can do...

and then Smokescreen is there

god how painful do you think these two meeting is going to be. For Trion it's been millenia since they last saw each other, he's mourned and accepted the loss but never truly moved on

but for Smokescreen? It's barely been a day

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

I stole this prompt from an anon on @nkn0va blog.

Anyway, Luviagelita Edelfelt (Fate Stay Night) and Karin Kanzuki (Street Fighter) dating a S/o who grew up poor. Like on the street poor and they have no idea how to be prime and or proper

It is a good prompt so I can't blame you for swiping it. That said, I apologize for only being able to do Luvia's side. I couldn't think of anything that didn't feel like it was just a remake of Luvia's side for Karin. My aplogies. If I ever get the idea for Karin I'll be sure to write it!

NOW! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!!!

This had to be Tohsaka’s fault.

She didn’t know how, or why.

Luvia just knew that it was.

Especially with the trio of thugs telling her to hand over her bag.

The bag filled with her recently purchased materials for Magecraft.

Any other day, Luvia would just deal with them herself.

Unfortunately, some of the materials in her bag were… Volatile.

The blowing an entire city block sky high type of Volatile.

Personally, Luvia would prefer that not to happen.

And so, Luviagelita Edelfelt was in a pickle, her back against the wall of the alley, and highly explosive materials in her bag.

Needless to say, she was very limited on what she could do to get out of this.

But then, a Deus Ex Machina entered stage right.

The Deus Ex Machina?

You, walking in from the side alley and right in between the two factions, a toothpick in your mouth, wearing a raggedy jacket with patched up pants and beaten up sneakers.

“Hmm, I do believe I have gotten in the middle of something I probably shouldn’t have…” you muttered, reaching up and taking the toothpick out of your mouth, a slightly irritated expression on your face.

This was Luvia’s chance to escape!

“Please! Help me! These HOOLIGANS are-” Luvia began to screech before she was suddenly interrupted.

“Zip it Goldilocks!” you shouted, slightly turning towards her.

“Wha-! Can’t-” Luvia started to shout in indignity and annoyance before she was promptly interrupted by you again.

“ZIP! IT!” you shouted.

Luvia bit her tongue and nodded.

In any other situation, Luvia would deal with you herself.

Unfortunately, this was not any other situation and she would be a fool not to accept the help.

No matter how… crude the help is.

It was around now that negotiations began to deteriorate.

Well, Negotiations is what Luvia called it, it was more accurate to call it an exchange of words that could only ever lead to violence.

Which, of course, it led to when one of the thugs threw a punch.

Or tried to at least.

He was interrupted by a toothpick being tossed into his eye, his leg being kicked out from underneath him, and a knee being slammed into his face, knocking more than a few teeth out and breaking his nose before he crumpled to the ground in a heap.

Needless to say, the other two thugs did not take too kindly to this as one pulled a knife as the other charged you with a wild haymaker.

The one that tried to hit you with a haymaker was promptly kicked in the genitals, sending him to his knees where he received a plentiful serving of the heel of your shoe directly to his mouth which laid him out on his back, blood pouring out of his mouth from the broken and missing teeth.

That left only the one with the knife.

This one required you to be a tad more cautious.

Or that’s what Luvia would have thought.

The actions you took were far more aggressive, rushing forward, stomping on the ribs of the first thug and using him as a springboard to launch yourself upward, both legs drawn back to hit the last thug with both knees at full force.

And hit him with full force you did, your knees connecting cleanly with his chest, making a sickening crack resound down the alley from ribs snapping.

Though, not without receiving a knife to your side.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Luvia smugly drank her cup of tea as she watched over you in one of the guest rooms.

She was going to have her revenge for you calling her “Goldilocks”.

Right now, she was just waiting for you to wake up.

Then, almost as if on cue, you groaned and Luvia smiled.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It was… disappointingly easy to talk you into becoming one of her Servants.

Specifically, a bodyguard.

Sure, you were nowhere near as genteel as she would’ve liked.

Not to mention you fought extremely dirty.

Nonetheless, Luvia found your attitude and own particular way of going about things… interesting.

Rather than letting the staff toss something out and replace it, you’d find a way to stretch out its use for as long as possible which, over a few months, saved a nice chunk of change when it came to her being a tad… emotional at times when it came to the aftermath of her less successful magecraft experiments.

Now, if only she could get you to wear a full suit and tie, as opposed to just the shirt, shoes, and pants, you’d be the perfect-

Luvia snapped herself out of her thoughts by shaking her head.

Where in the world did that come from?

“Something eating at you Goldilocks?” you asked as you stood to the side of Luvia’s desk, hands in your pockets and a bored expression on your face.

“I have nothing to say to employees who refuse to address me properly as Mistress Edefelt.” Luvia declared as she turned her focus to the papers before her.

“Then it seems you and I ain’t going to be exchanging a lot of words, Goldilocks.” you told Luvia as you raised your hand to your mouth, a yawn escaping it.

“It seems not.” Luvia muttered, her previous thought coming back to her.

Why in the world had she almost thought that you would be “The perfect partner?”

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩: 𝔸𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕞/𝕊𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

🥀Pairing: Beta! Mingi x Alpha! Reader (f)

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: a/b/o au, werewolf au, supernatural au

🥀Trope: poly, established relationship

🥀Summary: one the full moon, you play a game of Find and Fuck, where you hunt down Mingi with only the sound of his noises as he masturbates

🥀Kinks: auralism, sensory deprivation, Dom! reader, sub! mingi, background poly ot8, masturbation (m), cock ring pussy (it'll make sense just wait), getting tied up/restrained

🥀Word Count: 1,243

🥀Betas: @mejuii

🥀Day Five: Dacryphilia 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism

You could hear Mingi masturbating, like a siren call to your senses. The lewd skin slapping noises as his cock fucked his hand had you wet in anticipation. But it was the choked moans, that deep voice echoing in the empty castle, desperately calling for you, that made you struggle in your chains. 

“This is fun,” Wooyoung said in a stage whisper to Yeosang. The other wolf hushed Wooyoung, who made a face of his fun being ruined. 

“Turn the hourglass,” Seonghwa instructed. “Heart, you have exactly ten minutes to break your chains and fuck Mingi. And if you’re not able to do so…”

Hongjoong chuckled darkly. “Then you have to suffer and watch as we have our fun with him.”

Jongho nudged San in the ribs. “Wish you had pulled the short straw tonight, huh, old son?” The younger provoked the older wolf. San silently snarled back.

It was the night of a full moon, but instead of being tortured and pulling your clothes apart to be free in your wolf form, your pack played a game. “Find and Fuck” is what Yunho crudely called it but really it was a game of strength and skill. The beta’s of the pack volunteer if they wish to play, consenting to  being the prey for the night--and all the sex afterwards. As the predator, you need to break free from the titanium steel chains, and with only your sense of hearing, you were to track down your ‘prey’. Tonight it was Mingi and now you knew why; everyone in the damned ruins would be able to hear that wolf while he pleasured himself. 

You focused inward, connecting with your wolf side and poured that supernatural strength into your human body. The links on the chain began to groan in protest. But it still wasn’t enough. 

To make matters worse, Mingi was getting more and more vocal. “Oh, yeah, Heart.” With your evolved hearing, you could even hear his frenzied swallowing. “Fuck me just like that, yeah, you feel so good, hnnnnn, fuck, squeeze me just like that.”

You growled deeply, making the chains twinkle to the vibrations. “I’ll show you squeeze.”

“Time’s ticking,” Yunho taunted you.

“Just thinking about those plush lips around my cock is getting me hard,” Yeosang commented. 

“Oh yeah mmmmmm gonna cum, gonna cum for you Heart,” Mingi cried out, “Make a mess of me, make me squirt inside of you, hnnnn, that’s it--yesssssss.���

That was the last straw, with a howl, your head cast back, you broke the chains and then you were dashing down the hallway. You’re practically skidding around corners, banging into the walls and then launching yourself more. You follow the beautiful moans of Mingi until you finally locate him in a room where the roof caved in and the moonlight focused on Mingi, making him glow. There was a blindfold around his head, empowering his anticipation of either you finding him--or the other’s gangbanging him. 

“Heart!” Mingi, who clearly caught wind of your smell, smiled lazily at your approach. You saw his cum all over his hand and the ground. 

You didn’t know how much time was left in the hourglass but you needed to get Mingi inside of you as quickly as possible. You grabbed his wrist and yanked him upwards. Naked for everyone's pleasure, Mingi gasped when his ass kissed the cool stone of the castle ruins. You took his wrist and pinned it above his head. You then used your free hand to grab his cock and then crooked your leg around his waist. Your underwear was impatiently pushed to the side so that you could take Mingi’s length within you. 

“I love it when you’re rough with me,” Mingi admitted.

“Because you’re a little beta whore,” You growled.

Mingi’s tip was barely inside of you when you started to rock your hips to work him into you. He moaned loudly and you could hear a hoot from the other side of the castle. You must have arrived within the ten minutes you had been allotted. 

You pushed Mingi’s face towards his arm being pinned against the wall and then started to nose his neck. Mingi always smelled like the deep scent of the evergreen tree to you, accompanied by the sweetness of the citrus fruits. He was clean and fresh and simply delectable. 

You squeezed your cunt around Mingi, pulling fresh moans from his plush lips. “Heart!” he cried out for you.

“I’m going to make you cum so many times, Mingi, you’re going to be begging me to stop,” You threatened.

“Hhhhnnn,” Mingi whined, “Don’t threaten--oh fuck--me with a--yes, just like that!--good time!”

You bite down on Mingi’s shoulder, careful to not draw blood, but enough to make his dick twitch inside of you. You growled and then uttered, “Mine,” against his skin.

“Oh, yes, make me yours,” Mingi begged. You expected him to act out, to buck up into your heat, but his ass stayed against the stone’s, like a good little beta was supposed to. He wasn’t like San or Wooyoung. 

There was a rope hanging from some broken rafters, and quickly wrapped them around both of Mingi’s wrists. Then you grabbed the rope to hold your weight as you braced both of your feet against the wall and started to work overtime. The new lewd noises of your ass against Mingi’s pelvis was exactly what you wanted.

But the deep, desperate noises of Mingi’s, the small puffs of air hitting your neck as he buried his face there, that was truly what kept you going. The fact that your beta couldn't shut up about how fucking good it felt while you fucked him urged you on. 

Mingi truly was the perfect submissive for an alpha. 

“Oh shit,” Seonghwa hissed as he entered the room. 

“I told you she was going to be fucking him into tomorrow,” San sulked.

“Don’t make him raw,” Hongjoong cautioned you.

“Fuck off,” You cursed at the other alpha. 

As your own orgasm approached, Mingi’s long cock hitting that good good spot inside of you, your female alpha anatomy kicked in: a ring of your vaginal muscles clamped down on Mingi, to stop him from ejaculating inside of you. You were an alpha, not a body to be bred, but to rule. So this was nature’s response to halt such progress. 

You howled again, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks. The pleasure washed over you, and soon all you could hear was your own heavy breathing and Mingi’s disappointed whimpers. 

“C-can I still cum?” Mingi softly kissed your neck, begging, pleading with you. 

Eventually your ring of tight muscles released Mingi, and still he held himself in place. You carefully untied him and climbed down. Yunho approached behind you and you sent him a look of warning. He was not about to claim your prize when you had won the contest. 

You pulled off the blindfold around Mingi’s head and felt a need to take care of the beta. His eyes were so very big and pleading. You ruffled his hair. “I’ll let you cum in my mouth, how about that?”

Mingi’s face broke out into a sunshine grin. “Really?!”

“A good beta should always be rewarded,” You replied.

Mingi folded himself into your body, and you were thankful for your supernatural strength. “You’re the best,” he whispered in your ear.

“Hey,” Yeosang protested half heartedly, “We heard that.”

🥀Day Five: Dacryphilia 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Seven: Voyeurism

[fiction-is-life]

Since Austin North’s birthday is coming up (at least according to Google😂, July 30th) a Request for Topper? Maybe he and his s/o getting to spend time together after a long time apart and Topper can’t believe he has someone so wonderful in his life 🥺.

 Prompt: or maybe swiping away some of their hair from their face after they’ve already fallen asleep 

Congrats again on 800 Followers!😊🎉

Make Everything Better

Author's Note: Welp,this has been almost a year and Austin North's birthday is once again coming up, so I guess this is good timing? For real, though, I want to say thank you for always being so supportive and a sounding board for all of my ideas (and being a shoulder to cry on when pharmacy school gets too rough). Congratulations on graduating nursing school; you are going to change the lives of your patients, I just know it!!!! 🎉

Warnings: pining and kissing (established relationship), excessive amounts of fluff?

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We just boarded our flight. Be there soon bby. - Top

“(Y/N), why are you in such a crappy mood tonight? You were fine earlier,” JJ interrupted your string of morose thoughts.  Topper had said he would be home hours ago, and he hadn’t shown up yet.  You had only become more worried the longer you waited for him to text you that he was back on the island.  You hadn’t seen him in nearly a month, his family having gone on vacation.  You had been in a sunny mood knowing he would be back today, but now your own personal rain cloud seemed to be following you.  

“I think I’m just tired, J.  I’m gonna go to bed.  Good night, guys.”  You weren’t fooling anyone with your lie, but they didn’t know the true reason behind it.  You simply trudged your way into the guest bedroom of the Chateau, truly exhausted, and fell onto the bed.  You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

~

You stirred as a quiet rustling filled the room, hours after you had escaped to the realm of dreams.  The room was pitch black other than the dull light of the crescent moon that slipped in through the window.  You turned over to get more comfortable, assuming a stray cat was bumping against the window screen.  The rustling became louder, however, and you could no longer ignore it.  You sat up fully, a deep pout on your face as you squinted through the darkness.  

You started to scream when a shadowy figure moved quickly in front of the window.  A warm hand shot forward and muffled the sound, however. You started to panic, but a sense of peace filled you before you knew it. 

Topper was finally back.

You smiled and your eyes finally adjusted enough to see that both his lips and his eyes smiled warmly.  The second his hand pulled away, you launched forward to connect your lips to his in a desperate kiss that spoke to all of the loneliness you had felt while he was gone.  He answered your silent plea with an almost hungry desperateness of his own.  

You fell back against the pillows, dragging Topper with you.  His biceps flexed as he propped himself up to hover over you.  Your hands slid up to tangle in his hair as your lips danced across each others.  You savored the taste of Topper’s lips, catching the slight scent of his soap and bergamot aftershave.  

He pulled away after a minute, his already plump lips slightly swollen, surely mirroring your own.  He rolled over, pulling you closer while still gazing deeply into your eyes.  “I missed you,” he murmured.  

You melted at his simple yet heartfelt words and snuggled closer.  “I missed you, too, Top.  How was your vacation?” you whispered, knowing the answer.

“Stressful.  The best part of it was coming back to you, (Y/N/N).”  He placed a kiss onto your cheek.

You caressed his cheek, fighting the pull of sleep to try to spend more time with your favorite person.  Topper gave you a crooked grin as he saw the yawn you stifled.  “Go back to sleep, darling.  We can catch up tomorrow; I’m tired, too,” he chuckled.

You nodded sleepily.  “I’m gonna hold you to that, Thornton.” You pulled him closer to you, your eyes already closing as Topper brushed the hair back from your face, his fingers soft.  “Please stay until I fall asleep, Top,” were your last words before you both fell fast asleep.

~

You slept better than you had in weeks, but you jerked awake when a loud slam rent the air at a time entirely too early to be awake.  Topper - who had apparently fallen asleep instead of sneaking back out - sat up quickly, his hair a mess and an arm shooting out protectively towards you.  

You looked up to the now open door of the guest room at the varying degrees of astonishment on the faces of your friends.

“Oh my god, why is Topper Thornton in your bed?  In my house??” John B screamed.

You groaned and flopped back down onto the bed.  So much for catching up with Topper today.

~

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[inubaki]

The Sea Queen (Toys)

Chapter 2

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely.

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Despite his lingering wariness of Lucifer, Adam found himself drawn to the injured creature nestled within the shadowy crevices of the cave cliff. Adam had witnessed the creature’s resilience and the strange bond that had formed between them, compelling him to continue visiting as much as he found himself questioning his instincts. Each encounter deepened his curiosity about Lucifer, a being both captivating and enigmatic. 

Whenever Lucifer turned his piercing gaze upon Adam and requested something— to drink his blood—Adam felt a flicker of skepticism rise within him. “It helps heal me faster,” Lucifer would insist, his voice a soothing whisper that seemed to echo softly in the cavernous space around them. While Adam couldn't entirely shake the unease that bubbled in his gut, he had observed the tangible results over time. Each time he complied with Lucifer’s requests to drink his blood, he witnessed the creature’s wounds closing a little more, colors returning to the pallid skin.

As Adam relented, offering what he could, he found himself softened by the gratitude that radiated from Lucifer. The creature’s smile, though it bore the marks of pain, was genuine and warm, illuminating the dark enclosure and, against all odds, making Adam smile in return. It was a shared moment of understanding that tethered their fates, unraveling the tension that filled the space between them. The cave, once a mere shelter for Lucifer, was transformed into a sanctuary of unexpected camaraderie, where Adam slowly began to accept the strange connection they shared.

One day, he couldn't help but ask a burning question. "What are you exactly?" Lucifer turned his head, wiping the blood from his lips. "I'm a Kraken. We...are about the same age. I actually might be younger than you." Adam blinked. "You're younger than ten?" Lucifer nodded slowly. "Yes. I believe I'm nine." Adam smiled mischievously. "I'm older!" Lucifer gave him a mock glare. "Don't let that go to your head."

"Too late! I'm the boss!"

"Ugh."

XxX

Adam noticed pretty early on that Lucifer liked to bite him. Sometimes they were okay and he at first started just biting his fingers. Then, it escalated to biting his arm and shoulders. Legs. Anytime Adam did something to excite him, he bit Adam. They kind of hurt but Lucifer had seemed happy so Adam had let it slide. 

Until one day Lucifer bit a little too hard and Adam pulled away. The look on his face made Adam's heart clench. Tears formed in his eyes as the devastated look kept getting worse. 

“Luci?”

“Why? Why?” Lucifer didn't seem able to communicate properly while he was so upset. Adam held him as the Kraken sobbed and the human had no idea how to help him. Finally, out of desperation, he bit Lucifer's hand. The Kraken looked at him in surprise. He kept biting, hoping he wasn't messing things up further.

When he bit Lucifer's arm, the Kraken blushed a bright gold. The beast didn't say anything for a minute. To the point that Adam thought he went too far. That is until Lucifer suddenly launched at him, pinning him to the floor. His face was nipped at and Adam laughed as Luci was back to his old self.

———-

To offer you blood is to open a bond. To allow a bite is to initiate courting. Biting among Kraken are signs of affection. And, maybe, Lucifer is desperate to leave permanent bite on Adam. But for Adam to reject the biting is for Adam to reject his courtship. But Lucifer is young, he shouldn’t be able to leave a permanent mark…

Kid Adam and Lucifer are just cute to me.

Pervs:

Next:

[nayziiz]

Team Dynamics | LN4

Summary: To celebrate the launch of their 2024 car for the upcoming F1 season, McLaren hosts a masquerade gala event that sees two souls connect and lead to a whirlwind romance. Unfortunately, the pair realise soon after that they are to work together quite closely after they agreed it would only be a one-night thing.

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, one night stand, unprotected sex

Pairing: Gemma (I don't like writing with Y/N or reader) x Lando Norris

Series Masterlist

PART 4

The reciprocity of Gemma's Instagram follow adds a layer of anticipation to Lando's daily routine. He finds himself frequently checking her profile, eagerly awaiting any new posts. However, Gemma maintains a certain mystery by refraining from sharing updates, leaving Lando to wonder about her activities.

As Gemma embarks on her first day in the paddock, she arrives early, greeted by the buzz of mechanics and a few interns. The morning unfolds in the McLaren hospitality suite, where she enjoys a quiet breakfast with newfound friends before the chaos of the day's activities commences.

Simultaneously, Lando, accompanied by his trainer, Jon, and Max, arrives early at the circuit. After engaging with fans and signing autographs, he eventually makes his way to the hospitality suite. Upon entering, Lando's eyes immediately scan the room, and his gaze locks onto Gemma's side profile. A brief moment of surprise and recognition crosses his face as he freezes in place. Gemma, initially unaware of his presence, turns to see who has entered the suite. When their eyes meet for the first time in weeks, a warm smile lingers on her lips, but before any further interaction can unfold, Lando hastily rushes out towards the garage. The unexpected encounter stirs a mix of emotions within Lando, leaving him grappling with the impact of seeing Gemma again after weeks of anticipation.

“Mate, where are you going? I thought you wanted breakfast?” Max asks as he hurries after his friend.

“She’s here. Why’s she here? She said she worked at the factory. What’s she doing here?” Lando blasts as he finds his driver’s room.

“Alright, calm down. It’s just a girl.” Max retorts.

“That’s not just a random girl, Max.” Lando breathes.

“Yeah, I think we’ve established that she’s your soulmate.” Max jokes and shakes his head at his friend.

As Lando sits down and pulls up Gemma's Instagram, he discovers a recent Story that she posted just before he arrived at the circuit. The image captures her breakfast with a caption that reads, 'First day things.' The realisation that she did share a glimpse into her day brings a mix of relief and curiosity to Lando. However, before he can delve deeper into his thoughts, his PR manager interrupts, urging him to join her for some media questions.

Meanwhile, Gemma, still in the hospitality suite, feels a sense of confusion over Lando's abrupt departure. His hurried exit leaves her pondering, and doubt creeps in—did he misinterpret something, or did he think she lied to him about her job? Gathering her things, she decides to head to the garage, still mulling over the unexpected encounter. As she makes her way toward the area where the cars are located, lost in her thoughts, she inadvertently collides with someone turning the corner.

The collision interrupts Gemma's internal musings, forcing her attention back to the present moment. She looks up to find herself face to face with a familiar face. The realisation dawns as she meets the eyes of the person she crashed into—a member of the McLaren team. The unexpected collision becomes a moment of connection, a reminder that amidst the chaos of the paddock, there are still opportunities for unexpected encounters and perhaps a chance to clarify the misunderstanding with Lando.

“Gemma.” Lando blurts out when he sees who he’s bumped into.

“Hi.” Gemma greets him as his PR manager stays behind him.

“You’re here.” Lando comments, surprise clear on his face.

“I got a promotion.” She explains.

“Gemma will be one of the analysts for Oscar’s car.” Susan, Lando’s PR manager, states, clarifying Gemma’s role and presence in the paddock.

“That’s great, congratulations.” Lando responds, turning back to face Gemma.

“Thanks.” Gemma smiles, suddenly feeling flustered and uncomfortable under his gaze. “I’ve got to get set up.”

Gemma smiles at Lando once more before she disappears to the pit wall. Lando watches her departure, appreciating the sight of Gemma dressed in the McLaren uniform and sneakers, a far cry from the elegant attire of the gala night. Despite the differences, he finds a certain allure in seeing her don the iconic papaya colours of the team.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other.” Susan comments as they get back to walking to the media pen.

“We met at the launch.” Lando explains. “She’s a smart one. Good thing she’s helping us here, though.”

“I’ll rather not ask for any more information, but, please Lando, don’t make a mess of it with her. Just keep your head down and focus on racing.” Susan suggests. “We’re looking to win a championship, not having to diffuse any scandals.”

“Yeah, we’re just friends.” Lando agrees as he follows Susan to the media pen.

As Gemma reaches the pit wall, Zak Brown, McLaren's CEO, leaps out of his seat with a welcoming smile. Eager to acknowledge Gemma's presence and contributions, he extends his hand to shake hers. With genuine enthusiasm, Zak introduces her to the engineers and team members gathered around him, highlighting her role as one of the analysts for Oscar's car.

Gemma, grateful for the warm reception, exchanges greetings with the engineers. The pit wall becomes a dynamic space buzzing with activity, and Gemma quickly immerses herself in the professional environment. As she takes her place among the McLaren team, the camaraderie and shared passion for racing create a sense of belonging, marking the beginning of a new chapter in her career within the world of Formula 1.

“I was so happy to hear you accepted our offer.” Zak comments.

“It’s a wonderful opportunity, thank you.” Gemma states as Oscar approaches them.

“Oscar!” Zak exclaims. “Just in time. Oscar, this is Gemma Mayfield. She’s going to be one of the analysts for your car.”

“Hi, very nice to meet you.” Oscar greets Gemma and shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you too, Oscar.” Gemma responds.

As the conversation unfolds on the pit wall, Gemma and Oscar delve into the intricacies of the upcoming race. They discuss Oscar's expectations based on pre-season testing, analysing data and strategies to ensure a strong performance on the track. The professional exchange transitions into a more personal topic as Oscar mentions his girlfriend's interest in karting but reluctance to let him be her teacher.

Gemma, always up for a challenge, offers a solution. “Tell Lily I'd be happy to take her out for a karting experience during the season. I can keep an eye on her while you focus on your racing duties.” Gemma suggests with a friendly smile.

Oscar, appreciative of the offer, gladly exchanges numbers with Gemma to facilitate the planning of this karting excursion for Lily. The exchange not only solidifies a professional connection but also introduces a friendly dynamic between Gemma and Oscar, creating a sense of camaraderie within the McLaren team as they prepare for the challenges of the upcoming race season.

In the brief interlude between FP1 and FP2, Oscar and Lando find themselves engaged in conversation. The atmosphere in the McLaren garage is alive with the sounds of mechanics fine-tuning the cars, and the air is charged with the anticipation of the upcoming session.

“Have you met your new data analyst yet?” Lando wonders.

“Gemma? Yeah, she’s great.” Oscar responds. “She’s offered to take Lily karting.”

“Did she?” Lando smiles.

“Wait. Why’re you asking about my data analyst?” Oscar asks.

“No reason, really. I met her at the car launch and haven’t really spoken to her since. She was still working in the factory at that point.” Lando explains.

“Ah. She doesn’t happen to be the mystery girl you’ve been hinting at since pre-season testing?” Oscar teases with a knowing look.

“Possibly.” Lando shrugs.

“I can send you her number if you ask nicely.” Oscar informs his teammate.

“Please, Osc.” Lando pleads. Oscar chuckles before unlocking his screen and sending Gemma’s number to Lando.

“Just don’t tell her I gave it to you.” Oscar implores.

“I won’t. Thanks, mate.” Lando speaks as he heads to his driver’s room.

In the quiet solitude of his hotel room after the second practice session, Lando finds himself caught in a whirlwind of contemplation. The ambient glow from the bedside lamp casts a warm hue across the room as he sits on the edge of the bed, fingers idly tapping on his phone screen, contemplating the decision to reach out to Gemma. The weight of unspoken words and lingering emotions hangs in the air, leaving him both hesitant and eager to bridge the gap that has formed between them.

With Gemma's contact pulled up on his phone, Lando stares at the screen, pondering the right words to convey the complexity of his thoughts. The room seems to echo with the tension of unspoken sentiments, and after a moment of internal debate, he presses the call button, the device coming to life as he holds it to his ear.

As the phone rings, thoughts race through Lando's mind, each chime signalling a step closer to an uncertain outcome. Finally, Gemma's voice breaks the silence on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Gemma asks once she answers the phone, her voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

“Hi, stranger.” Lando replies, a playful tone underscoring his words.

“Lando?” Gemma questions, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

“Happy to hear you recognise my voice.” He teases, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.

“Mmh.” She hums in response, her voice a soft acknowledgment that lingers in the air.

“You know, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” He tells her, his tone playful yet carrying a hint of genuine concern.

“You do?” She replies, curiosity colouring her response.

“Yeah. I give you possibly the best night of your life only for you to dip before I even wake up.” He informs her, a blend of humour and mild reproach in his words. The atmosphere between them holds a mix of lighthearted banter and an underlying current of vulnerability, as if they are tiptoeing around the unspoken emotions that linger in the wake of their shared experience.

“I did leave you a gift, though, didn’t I?” Gemma counters, taunting him.

“So you did. But, I couldn’t even make you breakfast.” He adds.

“It was just a one time thing, Lando. I didn’t think it would be appropriate to expect breakfast.” She explains. “No strings, remember?”

“So, we can’t even be friends?” Lando wonders.

“Friends?” Gemma repeats.

“Or nothing at all.” Lando quickly replies.

“We can be friends.” Gemma finally agrees.

“You don’t regret anything?” Lando asks.

“No, I most certainly do not regret a thing.” Gemma assures him. “Do you?”

“I would be insane if I did.” Lando responds, causing Gemma to chuckle.

“You’re quite persistent.” Gemma states.

“Again, I’d be insane if I wasn’t.” He informs her. “So, tell me, would my friend like to join me for dinner later?”

“Lando-” She starts, but cuts herself off. “Let’s just be friends first before we do anything together, especially alone.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Lando reluctantly agrees. Gemma was dead set on keeping things professional and to keep their one time fling in the past.

“But, I’ll have breakfast with you in hospitality before qualifying.” Gemma suggests as a consolation. “You know, to make up for the fact that I left before you woke up.”

“I’ll take that.” Lando smiles, even though she can’t see him.

Their conversation, though laced with playful banter, hints at a complex mix of emotions and unspoken desires, leaving the future of their connection uncertain yet intriguing.

[writeroutoftime]

Could you write where you were Carmys high school crush and he sees you again and gets so shy bc he thought you liked his brother brother but you actually had a crush on him ?

words: 0.7k

a/n: okay, this is set somewhere during season 2 before the opening of The Bear…anyway please enjoy!! (and maybe let me know what you think?)

oOoOo

It was a gray and cloudy day in Chicago as Carmy leant against the rough bricks of the building, slowly taking a drag of his cigarette. He was so caught up in menu ideas, dining room setups, and how everything was going to get fucking paid for, he didn’t recognize the figure that had stopped right in front of him.

“Carmen? Carmy Berzatto is that you?” a voice spoke from above him, sweet and melodic.

He squinted up, eyes opening suddenly as his brain put the mental puzzle together. “y-y/n.” he choked out, throwing his cigarette to the ground and quickly stomping it out. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m back in Chicago for a while.” you shrugged half-heartedly. “Can I give you a hug? I’m gonna give you a hug.” you told him before you launched forward and wrapped your arms around his frame.

Carmy found himself melting into your touch, transported back to high school when you had been one of his closest friends. So many afternoons spent in the dining room of The Beef, laughing at each other and dreaming about what you would do when you were finally free from high school. All that time Carmy had the biggest crush on you, but stayed silent, always assuming you had a crush on Mikey instead.

“But enough about me.” you insisted, stepping away to give him his space once more and pulling him from his thoughts. “How are you? What have you been up to, Mr. ‘one of the best chefs in the country’?”   

Carmy felt a blush spread across his face at your praise. “You know, pretty good. Uh, it was definitely hard there after Mikey, but things, things are good. Gonna be opening up a new restaurant soon.” he shrugged, as calmly as if he had told you about going to the dentist.

“What? Carmy that’s amazing!” you shouted, ignoring the stares of the people of Chicago walking by. “I’m so proud of you! And I know that Mikey would be too.”

“Thanks.”

A moment of silence passed, more nostalgic rather than uncomfortable. You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat over seeing Carmy again. It was easy to tell how worn out he looked, and there was a pang of guilt over your lack of connections the past few years. Resolved to be better, you held your hand out expectantly.

“Give me your phone.” you said followed by an exasperated look when Carmy simply stared back at you. “Fate brought us back together, but I don’t want this to be it, so give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.”

Realization clicked in his mind, and Carmy fumbled for his phone. “Uh, yeah, sure. Here you go.” A few taps later and the phone was safely back in his hands, and his grip was tight as if it had suddenly become his most prized position.

“I have to go now, but I’ll talk to you later. And I can’t wait to eat at your new restaurant!” you told him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before strolling away.

The rest of the day, Carmy fell into a pattern of typing out a text, hovering his finger over the send button, before chickening out. He briefly considered asking for Sydney's or Sugar's help, but he knew Richie or someone would over here and then the entire staff would be giving him shit over it. Finally, as the night carried on, Carmy said fuck it and sent a text.

8:50, carmy: hey, nice seeing you today 8:53, y/n: I'm glad we ran into each other 8:54, y/n: and that you agreed to me giving you my number 8:57, carmy: yeah? 9:01, y/n: yeah, you were one of my best friends, and I want us to be close again 9:01, y/n: plus, I had the biggest crush on you back in high school so 18-year-old me would be freaking out now. I thought it was so obvious lol.

Carmy couldn't stop himself from reading your last message, three times over. You had a crush on him then? Maybe, just maybe you still did. Fuck he thought, how was he gonna respond?

[belladonna-from-the-abyss]

Running the Blockade (cont)

Heavy footfalls rang out down the corridor as FORGE marched her captive back to the hangar. The officer was silent for the most part, stoically keeping a few paces ahead to avoid being shoved along.

2 silent minutes later and they were in the hangar. FORGE pointed to one of four escape pods mounted into launch tubes on the far side of the hangar, removed her helmet, and finally spoke up:

- Pick one of those, it’ll be your ride. Don’t try anything stupid, they’ve been fixed to only launch with outside controls.

- I’ll be staying right here until I get the all clear from Janissary, at which point I will wave your stiff arse goodbye and eject you.

- Any questions ?

The officer remained silent

- Good. Off you go.

With her speech delivered, FORGE was quickly distracted by the view from outside the hangar viewports as the leviathan began to clear the blockade, sleek black military ships glaring with an intensity that almost matched the focus of the officer on board as she whipped her pistol out of FORGE’s holster, levelled it, and fired, FORGE //SHE will remain safe, SHE is under my protection as I was under HERS\\ …was never in the path of the bullet, was instead standing directly next to the officer, one fist already a blur of red before it impacted with a sickening thud.

- Fuck. Fuck ! I thought she was free !

- Liv ? You there ?

No response, save from In Anger Clad unsealing the airlock they were standing in and stomping over, mostly ignored by FORGE as she frantically scrabbled with the right arm of her hardsuit, finally unsealing it to reveal the where as before, it was o my the hand that was skeletal, now the hand, wrist, and part of her lower arm were the same pearly white bone.

- Fuck. That’ll be a pain to fix. Shit.

- She stood still for a few more moments, contemplating the change in her form, before bending down and, with some effort, managing to sling the limp officer over her shoulder and continuing to the escape pods.

[{connection established}]

- Janissary, tell me when we’re clear and I’ll jettison the refuse.

[gumnut-logic]

Blossom

Have some weird fic. Vaguely FishTank, mostly brothers. I hope you enjoy.

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Virgil Tracy loved living on a tropical island. It was warm and the air was clean. The ocean was their constant companion with its moods and fickle ways, its colours ever so vibrant.

The blues went on forever.

But there was one thing he missed on the plains of Kansas.

Ironically it wasn’t even the correct time to miss what he missed. The blossoms of Kansas bloomed in March and April. Here in the southern hemisphere it was the complete opposite end of the year.

Perhaps he was connected to his ecosystem more than he realised? Because every August he got tetchy.

Today was a perfect example. He really shouldn’t have bitten Gordon’s head off like that. The Fish meant well…most of the time. Virgil was just short tempered.

Of course, Gordon hadn’t helped his case by declaring ‘the bear has just awoken from hibernation, Island beware!’

It took all of Virgil’s restraint to prevent himself from clapping his brother up the head.

Which only proved the point.

Because somewhere further south of the Island, the seasons were rolling slowly into spring, and yes, it was that time of year when in Kansas, after being mostly confined during winter, he itched to get out.

The fact he lived in the tropics and there were no seasons was obviously ridiculously irrelevant.

So, today, rather than biting heads off brothers, he hiked up to the top of Tracy Peak and stood in the ocean breeze staring south.

He couldn’t get more ‘out’ than that.

Even in the tropics, up this high, the wind was brisk, cold, and biting through his flannel shirt.

It was invigorating.

The little Gordon at the back of his brain shook his head and facepalmed.

He owed his little brother an apology.

Cloud was skittering along the distant horizon to the south. Down that way lay the island chain of the Kermadecs eventually culminating in Aotearoa.

Now there was a temperate zone that knew how to throw a blossoming spring. He would admit to having visited Hawkes Bay just last year for that exact reason.

Fields of blossom in spring and fruit in the summer.

He must have lost himself in the moment, because he was suddenly startled by a roar.

Spinning on the spot, he looked down to see his ‘bird lift off her runway and take to the air. If his heart hadn’t emergency responded in reflex, it would have been a magic moment. It was rare to see her launch without him.

He grabbed his collar. “Thunderbird Five, what’s the situation?”

“Hold your horses, grumpy bear, no situation. I’m coming to you.” Gordon’s voice was light and cheerful and not Thunderbird Five.

“Gordon!”

But as he watched, his ‘bird arced out over the ocean in a perfect turn and headed back towards Tracy Peak…where Virgil was standing.

“Gordon, what are you doing?”

Before his brother could answer, Two came to a hover above him, her VTOL washing away the cold wind and replacing it with roaring warmth.

Her belly opened and the rescue rig lowered down towards Virgil. “Hop aboard, bear boy.”

Virgil’s eyebrows collided and crumpled up. But he stepped onto the rig without saying another word. He triggered the return signal and watched as Tracy Peak drifted away below.

The hatch swallowed him up and before the rig settled, he was off and moving, running towards the cockpit.

He was greeted with a Gordon holding his hands up like Virgil was holding a gun. “It’s cool, bear bro, I’m just taking you for a little ride.” Virgil managed to frown even more. Gordon rolled his eyes. “In style, I must say. Sit back and we’ll be there momentarily.” He sat back down in the pilot’s seat and place his hand on the yoke.

“Where? And why are you flying my ‘bird.”

“Orders from on high, Thunderbird Two. Courtesy of ‘too busy’ Scott and ‘rolling his eyes’ Johnny. You did it this time and the leadership team declared you on downtime.” Virgil opened his mouth, but was cut off by Gordon holding up a finger. “Under orders, growly bear. I’m taking you south so you can go find a fruit tree and hug it.”

Virgil flopped onto the co-pilot’s seat. “Gordon-“

“Yes, that be my name, don’t bear it out.”

Two accelerated and Virgil was forced to sit back and strap in. Both Scott and John were going to get feedback on the matter.

“We really don’t have time for this.”

Gordon snorted. “Hence the Thunderbird, grumble-butt. Be there in no time, respond just as fast if we need to.”

Virgil found his arm crossed tight across his chest.

He forced them to uncross and his shoulders to relax.

Aotearoa crept over the horizon and within moments they were circling in above what appeared to be a farm.

“Where are we?”

“Aotearoa, der.”

“Whose farm, Fish-brain?”

“Friend of Johnny’s, source of those honeyed almonds he threatens fratricide over.”

“Ben and Jules?”

“That would be them. He said there was a cafe and everything.” Gordon smirked at Virgil. “And they have a field of almond trees in full blossom. I’ve been directed to lock you in the orchard until you regain sanity.”

Virgil glared at him as the Fish expertly landed Virgil’s Thunderbird in the mostly empty parking lot. Even though Virgil felt like complaining, he couldn’t find anything to complain about. His little brother’s flying was perfect.

Drat it.

Yes, apparently Virgil did need to go hug a tree or something.

Scott and John were so dead.

“Off you go, butter-bear. Johnny called ahead. Ben is going to meet us out front. He’s been warned about the bear.”

“For goodness sake!”

“Eh, you shouldn’t have pissed off Johnny, yesterday, I’m just sayin’. Stew in your own pot”

Virgil watched his brother expertly go through post-flight. Again, flawlessly.

“Off you go, bear-brows, before you strain one of those eyebrow muscles of yours. Then where would we be?”

“Gordon.” But it was said without steam this time, and with a sigh, he gave in, climbing out of the co-pilot’s seat - the view from there just wasn’t right - and walking over to the hatch.

The moment he was settled, the hatch began to lower. “May the bear be with you! Or perhaps, let it go, let it go!” Gordon devolved into the Frozen soundtrack and Virgil found himself fleeing without a second thought.

His boots hit the grass and he was assailed by the scent of greenery, the buzzing of bees, and a warmth to the air that just could not be replicated in the tropics.

The farm had a central building, but off to his left was a wide gate leading into a field of blossoming almond trees.

He was drawn to it like a magnet.

Somewhere off to his right, an older man was grinning and waving him on. Virgil smiled, just a little, in his direction, and he was waved on even more eagerly.

Yes, Scott and John were very dead. Bear or no bear.

But the old man was laughing, and as Virgil made it to the gate, he vaguely registered Gordon leaping from Two’s hatchway and joining the man laughing.

Scott and John…so dead.

But the field beckoned.

The wooden gate opened with a creak, disturbing bees and butterflies. The wind that had been ruffling Virgil’s hair on Tracy Peak, was now little more than a breeze rustling flower petals. Every now and again, a single petal would break loose and flutter to the vivid green grass below.

Birds darted about in bare branches, shaking more petals loose.

It gave the field the surrealism of another world.

The bees hummed and buzzed in their bazillions.

Virgil took a deep breath, as if he could breathe it all in.

Yes, maybe he would hug a tree, and then fall asleep under it in the sun.

He could kill his brothers later.

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