#'its so awkward without the laugh track!' first of all its not even a laugh track

[biblicalhorror]

Yknow that post that's like "when someone points out the wrong flaws in a character you hate so you're put in the unfortunate position of having to defend them" because that's me with the beloved 00s sitcom Friends

[wooattackrr]

Opposites Attract

MDNI

word count: 1,704

a/n: as I was writing this I realised most of my fics are school plot

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You had always been the studious one, the kind of student who could ace exams without breaking a sweat. Mingyu, on the other hand, was the quintessential class clown—loud, unpredictable, and always the center of attention. His antics had made him a legend in your high school, but you never expected the two of you would ever spend time together outside of class.

However, that all changed when the teacher announced mandatory tutoring sessions for struggling students. To your surprise, the person assigned to your group was none other than Mingyu himself. You were apprehensive about it at first; after all, you knew how he could be. Would he be serious about his studies, or just use the time as another opportunity for jokes and laughter?

The first few sessions were exactly what you expected. Mingyu would arrive with a quick grin and a barrage of puns that could make anyone groan. You would roll your eyes and get back to work, trying to make the most of your time with him. But slowly, as the days passed, you began to appreciate his humor more. Beneath the façade of the class clown, you discovered a more thoughtful side to Mingyu. He wanted to improve, and with your help, he actually started to.

Your meetings eventually shifted from awkward and frustrating to enjoyable and filled with banter. You would laugh at his silly jokes and tease him about his notorious reputation, while he would engage attentively with the material, even occasionally asking for clarification on topics he found difficult. It was surprising how he could change from a playful joker to a focused student in the span of just a few minutes.

One Wednesday afternoon, as winter settled in and the sun began to set early, you both found yourselves deep into a particularly challenging math problem in the quiet confines of the local library. You were seated at a large, wooden table illuminated by the soft glow of a desk lamp, surrounded by bookshelves stacked high with novels and textbooks.

"Okay, explain this part again," Mingyu said, resting his head on one hand, his expression half-focused, half-exasperated. Your fingers traced the numbers on the paper as you explained the concept of quadratic equations.

“Imagine it like a jump,” you said, enthusiastically drawing an exaggerated parabola in the air with your free hand. “When you throw a ball, it goes up, then comes down. The highest point is the maximum value, and the whole trajectory is shaped like a curve, just like this.”

Mingyu mimicked your hand movements, a smirk dancing on his lips. “So you’re saying if I throw a ball really hard, I’ll pass this math test?”

You laughed. “If only it were that simple.”

The hours flew by, marked only by the ticking clock on the wall and the occasional rustle of paper. You had both lost track of time. It wasn't until the library announced its closing for the night that you realized how late it had gotten.

"Oh no, we're locked in!" Mingyu exclaimed, looking around furtively as you both realized the entrance doors were indeed shut tight. "What are we going to do? We’ll be trapped here forever!"

“Calm down,” you said, trying to mask your unease with a shrug. “We’ll just wait for someone to come back and let us out.”

“Yeah, right,” Mingyu said, plopping down in a chair dramatically. “I’d probably just start doing my stand-up routine to keep myself entertained until then.”

The playful banter continued as you both settled into the unexpected situation, and soon, you found yourselves in a comfortable silence surrounded by the stories that lined the walls of the library. But in that quiet moment, Mingyu turned to you, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Since it’s just us here, do you want to hear a secret?” he asked, leaning closer with intrigue. There was a moment of tension, a thin line drawn between the humor and seriousness you both shared.

“A secret? From you?” you teased. “I’m not sure I trust you to keep it.”

Mingyu feigned offense. “I promise! No jokes. Just… honest.”

“Alright, then,” you said, your interest piqued. “Let’s hear it.”

“I think you’re really smart,” he said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. “And I mean, smart-smart. Like, you get all the answers and I can barely figure out which number comes next.”

You blinked, taken aback by the honesty in that statement. “That’s sweet of you to say, but it’s just studying.”

"But you study because you care," he replied, sincerity etched on his face. “You don’t just do it to get grades… you want to help others, too.”

His gaze was steady, and for a moment, the classroom antics and the laughter faded away. It was just the two of you—Mingyu and you caught in an unexpected act of vulnerability. You felt a warmth rise within you, something you hadn’t anticipated.

“Mingyu…” you began, unsure of where this conversation was leading. But before you could finish your thought, he shifted closer, the distance between you shrinking until it felt electric.

“Mingyu!” you exclaimed, half in surprise, half in protest, yet your heart raced with an excitement you couldn’t quite analyze.

“I’ve been thinking…” he murmured, inching even closer, his face a mere breath away from yours. “Maybe I’ve been hiding behind jokes and laughter… but I really like spending time with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as his honesty washed over you. It was unexpected but refreshing. In that moment, the world around you melted away until it was just the two of you, the quiet library filled with unspoken possibilities.

And then he leaned in.

The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration filled with the hope and curiosity that had been building up over your shared laughter and late-night study sessions. As his lips brushed against yours, the world seemed to stand still. It felt like the climax of a romantic movie—two unlikely characters drawn together by the most unexpected circumstances, finding a connection they never knew was possible.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, you knew that this moment would redefine everything. Mingyu’s expression shifted from the playful, buoyant energy that was so familiar to him to an earnest vulnerability that left you speechless.

With newfound determination, you guided his hand back to where you had left off. As his fingers traced the sensitive folds of your skin, you couldn't help but moan in delight. He teased and pleasured you until your body was quivering with anticipation.

Just as you were about to reach your peak, Mingyu gently turned you around and lowered you onto one of the library tables. The bookshelves loomed over you, their silent pages bearing witness to your stolen passion. Mingyu entered you slowly and deliberately, his every thrust setting off fireworks within your body.

You cried out in ecstasy as he filled you completely. Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that sent shockwaves through both of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer until you could feel every inch of his hardness within you.

The climax hit you both like a tidal wave. You screamed out in pleasure as Mingyu's seed erupted deep inside of you, mingling with your own sweet fluids. He collapsed on top of you, exhausted but still buzzing with the afterglow of your shared passion.

As you lay there entwined in each other's arms, you realized that your hidden love for Mingyu had blossomed into something more profound. It was a love that transcended the confines of the library and the boundaries of your wildest dreams.

With the first glimmer of dawn, Mingyu helped you to your feet and kissed you softly. 'I never would have imagined this,' he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. 'But I'm so glad it happened.'

You smiled up at him, your heart filled with a joy that you had never known. 'Me too, Mingyu,' you replied. 'Me too.'


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fromis comeback !

[deeznutzzzz24]

Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter One - Kill Or Be Killed

Summary: Living a life of caution for as long as she can remember, Y/N has never stayed too long in one place, always moving from town to town in hopes to hide her identity. With the Hunters Moon coming, she knows she must be extra careful, as the local culture resides heavily in the hunting of her kind. One night, when a cloaked figure unveils her secret and narrowly escapes, Y/N finds herself in a desperate situation: kill or be killed. With no face to go by, she must now search through the townsfolk before the stranger can spread the truth about her. But the task proves more than difficult when she realises her only lead is a long, crimson cloak.

Genre: horror, fantasy, little red riding hood retelling

Warnings: cursing, stalking, death, heavy smut (later included)

Pairing: redridinghood!Jungwon x femwolf! reader

next chapter

A branch snaps. Something is wrong.

I whirl around, casting quick glances to every corner of the forest. A rehearsal, like I’d done every Hunters Moon as a girl.

A confirmation.

A silence.

A knowing.

Someone is watching.

My eyes scan the turret of green abyss before me, checking every leaf, every branch with eager uniformity.

I scrutinise each passing spec, scanning the forest for something out of place, something that doesn’t belong. But even in the dead of night the forest remains regal with grace, beckoning me to try and find its flaw.

When I finally conclude that my hiding acquaintance must be some stumbling stag, I go to turn back to the river and notice a flicker of motion to my left.

I stop dead in my tracks.

Something that doesn’t belong.

Got you.

I race across the clearing, diving head first into the forest without hesitation, but this stranger is smart, and from what I can gather, eager to hide his identity as I watch his red cloak shift fervently through the trees, concealing any hint of skin as he swiftly dodges all obstacles in his path. Suddenly, he trips over a fallen branch and lands face first on the ground. He groans in pain and I slow in my pace, preparing to make haste of my short advantage.

But before I can do anything of the sort, he’s hoisting himself up, grabbing at his foot that’s stuck firm in the mud.

Thank the heavens for yesterdays rain.

I go to resume in my advances, but he’s gone before I can pounce, yanking his foot from the ground and making another run for it.

No.

The voice in my head rings clear, precise with its set instruction.

He mustn’t get away.

In one last eager attempt to catch him, I grab a rock nearby and aim it towards his leg, praying that the gods will spare me this one small decency, at least for today.

The figure doesn’t bother brushing the filth off his cloak, making a priority of his escape as he runs off. A smart one. I find myself admiring his resolve to live, and almost feel bad as I watch the heavy stone smash into his left leg, causing him to stumble down the hill at an awkward position. I follow, but at a slower pace this time.

He could be armed.

And yes, just as I had hoped, the stranger awaits at the bottom of the hill, rocking side to side as he groans in agony and clutches at his knee. He makes no attempt to get up, although as I inch closer, I realise my throw was so strong he mightn’t be able to. He stops groaning as I approach. He’s getting ready.

My hand slowly grabs at the small dagger tucked into my side, drawing it out in one sly motion. I feel him stiffen as I straddle his lap, much too clouded in pain to react as I grab his hands and prepare to tie them above his head. “Sneaky thing, aren’t you?” I remark, breathing hard between laughs as I lower my dagger just above his adams apple. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before following me into the woods, boy.” His face remains covered by his crimson cloak, but I feel him breathing hard beneath it. I go to push it aside, but he abruptly pushes forward, banging his head against mine with fever.

I stumble backwards, moaning in pain. “You insolent little-” But it’s too late, the figure is already sprinting away into the dark forest. My hands find their way to my forehead, cradling what I know will be bruised tomorrow. Scrambling to my feet, I watch from afar as he pushes on, occasionally stopping to quickly relieve some pressure off his leg. I curse, kicking a nearby clump of dirt and sending it soaring through the trees. Brushing the dirt off my hair, I feel a surge of rage boil beneath my skin as I watch him cautiously cast quick glances behind him. The darkness makes it impossible for me to see his features clearly from this distance.

Dammit, I’m screwed.

I pace back and forth, considering running after him, but it’s too late, he’s too far gone now. He’s morphed into a small crimson spec now, limping as he makes a b-line for town.

Dammit.

Helena is going to be livid. But it doesn’t matter, because deep down I know she’s not the one I’m worried about.

The townspeople are.

Not to mention Mary, Jiwon and.…Heeseung. They’ll never speak to me again.

No, worse. They’ll push for my execution.

Wait. A tinge of cold air licks at my arm as I stop dead in my tracks. Red drops paint the dirt beneath me. My gaze follows the winding trail down the path.

Blood.

The fool has left me a trail.

I kneel to the ground, coating a finger in the red liquid and bringing it to my nose. His scent fills my senses, and I feel myself letting go. The blood smells sweet, like warm sugar and cinnamon. I bet it would it taste even better. My breath catches in my throat as I struggle to repress the small voice gnawing at my sanity. Go on. With shaky hands, I bring the blood to my lips, letting my mouth stop just short of contact. Let go. A howl echoes from across the forest. I snap out of my trance and shake my head, regaining my thoughts. I don’t have time for this. Deep breaths, in and out.

I am in control.

I turn back to the small village in the distance, the same town I have called home for the last 8 months. Avion. A quaint little village hustled in the centre of a frozen paradise, home to over 200 people…

and tonight, one of them is going to die.

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Authors Note:

lmao can I just say thank you to all of yous that picked Jungwon in my previous poll cause gawd dayum I couldn’t stop picturing him as red riding hood and i suddenly regretted putting up a poll for ppl to choose LMAO 🤣

anyway ik this chapter was short but dw it was only short cause it was more like a prologue than an actual chapter lol

anyway peace out, me has got 2 go and start working on chapter two💀 bye bye

[cheriladycl01]

Well, that's just the way the Cookie Crumbles ... - Fernando Alonso x Younger Actress! Reader

Plot: You are an actress/ stunt actress and get invited onto TOP Gear with Fernando Alonso to see who has the quickest time driving around Silverstone in your choice of car.

"So Fernando, you've had some interesting dating scandals over the years. Taylor Swift being one of them, however due to your most recent appearance on Top Gear, and having seen her around the paddock a few times people are wondering about your closeness to a certain Actress" the interviewing around the paddock asks as he comes up to Alonso, seeing he is alone and free to talk about the upcoming race and anything else.

"Well..." he starts before thinking back to the first time he met you.

"So today here we have Professional Driver in Formula One for Aston Martin Cognizant Racing Fernando Alonso" Paddy introduces as Fernando comes up and onto the stage shaking everyone's hands before taking a seat on the sofa in the Top Gear studio.

"That's not all that we have though tonight is it!" Chris says making Fernando frown, he assumed he was the only celebrity on tonight.

"No we also have Oscar Award Winning Actress and Stunt Actress, Y/N Y/L/N" Freddie says as you walk out onto the stage your high heels clopping against the flooring. You go and shake all of their hands, kissing Chris on either side of his cheeks having met him before.

"Hello" you smile waving at the crowd, screams coming from everywhere. You take everything in before taking at seat next to Fernando.

"So, we had both of you compete at a track that one of you knows extremely well" Chris starts and looks over at Fernando who nods, remembering a week ago him driving round the Silverstone track.

"Yes, i have raced that track many a time!" he admits.

"You've even won two Grand Prix there in 2006 and 2011. Which means gosh how old would have you been Y/N?" Paddy asks looking over to the younger actress.

"Oh, mmmm 2006 i would have been 13 years old, and 2011 i would have been 18" you work out mentally in your head.

"And its funny because we actually have a picture of you and Fernando Alonso back in 2011. You were just starting up your acting career! Look folks here it is" Freddie smiles showing the picture of you as a young adult stood with 30 year old Alonso.

"Woah i don't even remember that being you. I didn't even know who you were back then" Fernando says squinting at the picture in shock, trying to see if it really was you.

"I was awe struck with everything that was going on honestly i probably just looked like a fan. I can understand the confusion" you laugh knowing now that Fernando was actually a bigger fan of yours.

"Well, lets explain what we actually had these two do at Silverstone" Paddy answers.

"Yes, its about time. Lets show the video!" Freddie exclaims.

"Hello Top Gear Fans, today we are here at Silverstone shooting over one weekend, two different celebrities up against a totally new challenge" Chris introduces.

"I'm very excited for this challenge are you?" Freddie asks.

"Yeah, it's like the challenges we are normally privy too just without the pain being on us" Chris frowns, crossing his arms grumpily.

"So, todays challenge we have, Fernando Alonso and Y/N Y/L/N. They were asked to each choose a sports car in their budget to drive around Silverstone" Paddy introduces the challenge.

"Fernando is on Friday. Y/n on Saturday and today in the studio on Sunday its like our very own Top Gear Grand Prix" he admits showing the awfully drawn out plans for shooting.

"So, Fernando's been sent here with Aston Martin so we automatically knew he'll be taking the Aston Martin Valkyrie" Freddie says looking down at the cards in his hands.

"Yes it would be a little awkward if he chose another brand!" Chris laughs.

"The most surprising thing is Y/N has chosen the McLaren Speedtail! Is there a partnership we don't know about brewing?" Paddy asks.

And the video went on, little breaks where they came back to the show seeing Y/N and Fernando laughing along with each other and the presenters.

Eventually it showed Fernando go round, in dry conditions and very quickly. He was a seasoned expert at the track and new the racing line. However driving in an actual car was very different than his open wheeler.

Then it came back, he was asked about his run and how he felt that it had gone before switching onto you and the Saturday when you drove.

You had your helmet on, and you drove quickly. As a stunt actress you'd done a lot of risky driving in your time where you were confident in your skills to go quick and be able to drift without loosing any time or over-skidding to make the car flip and crash.

"So, are you both ready to find out who won?"

"Yes" you both had said in unison.

"Well, Fernando lets starts with you, you timed in at 1.32.823" Paddy says slowly reading off the card.

"And Y/N you timed in at a staggering 1.30.923" Freddie announces calling out the numbers really slowly. You looked at Fernando in shock, he also looked particularly shocked but seeing the way you didn't hesitate at any of the corners and seeing your aggressive way of driving from the videos it wasn't that much of a shock when he thought about it.

"How?" he asked

"Thats just the way the cookie crumbles baby" you smile at him.

His mind came back to the interviewer a small smile gracing on his face.

"Ahahah is he talking about his cool new girlfriend!" Lando squeals running back the camera seeing the look on his competitions face.

"Look at him, he's a grumpy grandad!" Albon follows with a quiet laugh that has George and Charles joining in with the mayhem.

"Yes, Y/N is my new girlfriend. We bonded after the filming for Top Gear and she took me away by her driving skills if im being honest" he admits, knowing he was still a little salty at how you'd beaten him and how you kept on insisting it was an age thing, you were younger and more spritely so of course you won.

He did find it funny and rather endearing the way you'd lean into him as you joked about how old he actually was, he loved you despite the teasing.

"But she isn't in Aston Martin, she's always seen in McLaren!" the interviewer pushes.

"Ah, well that is for her to show, i am not aloud to say anything. However, she will sneak over to Aston Martin to come and see me. I guess that's as she would say, the er cookie crumbles?"

A/N: sorry guys just two smaller individual imagines today where I've been busy with lots of uni stuff.

However, theres so much in the up and coming i think you'll all enjoy! We have a small Lance Stroll imagine that should be out tonight as well! Then we have a cute Pierre Gasly and Reader!

And then of course the continuation of my series such as Charles, Carlos, George and Oscar with the edition of a new Lando Series coming soon!

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[mehiwilldoitlater]

Its me!...part 2 of the Sunstreaker fic?

I think your works are great 2!

Have a great day/night and dont overwork yourself!

"I must say! I'm quite happy to know that you decided to follow us! I never believed that you were the kind of mech that enjoys a good day in the sun; he'll, I never believed that you even like the sun. Which is absurd is in your name, right?! In any case, we've never had such a solo time like this, right? I would love to show you my favorite places, like "

"Blue?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

And so the young Datsun fell into an awkward silence.

How much he hated this situation, and it was just your own fault! 

Why didbyou had to mention that blabbering idiot, especially since you were so eager to get a ride with him!

Well, technically, you asked Sunstreaker first, and he responded that he had no intention to get his interior ruined by any of your fleshy substances. You just shrugged off and went inside Bluestreak. Was he just so easy to leave like that?! Or you just were too patient with him and accepted his request...

Whatever was the main reason, the only thing Sunstreaker was sure was that that day was just wasted, with you two dorks attending to...what was that again?

The small white tents were easily spotted in the green of the park that you were approaching. Smell of candies and fries, laughter, and the eating of some old music from grammophones around...

A second-hand market...great.

"Hey, y/n, "he didn't even try to hide how bored he was." "Explai to me how can you find this stuff interesting."

"Well," you started, "it's just...neat, i guess?" I like old and vintage staff; they have some kind of charm on them."

"Like Ratchet!" You laugh at the Datsun naive comparison of the Medic with some old radios.

Sun streaker observed with a side eye the two of you. Beside how stupid and boring the jokes between you two were, he didn't understand the small bond you shared with his comrade.

He couldn't understand how you did it; keep it up with all of his talking! Not only that, you were kind enough to remind him of the main subject and get him back on track. Your compassion over that bot was commendable, yes, but of everybody, why him?!

He really wanted to accept Hound even with all that earthy loving staff, but that almost like Prowl copy wlaking around was a mystery to him!

" Sun! Are you coming or what?"

And while he was regretting every aspect of this day, he heard your voice calling his half-said name while you and that other idiot were reaching the market.

"It's Sunstreaker! Not sun!" He screamed while reaching both of you!

"It's your name!" Laughed Bluestreak.

"Yeah, I want it all in one phrase."

"Ok, ok, as you wish!"

The place was quite big, and, by the looks on the faces of people, unfatered by Bluestreak turning into a giant robot, it seemed that you two had been usual customers around. A few sellers even greeted him, showing him a few of their newly found vintage products, and he even remembered a few of their names.

Now, that's explained the pile of junk that he had started to pile up in his quarter.

Sunstreaker, on the other hand, felt uneasy around all of these humans. He always claimed to be fleshy-tolerant; he knew that, despite their so many flaws, they could make a few good staffers and there, yet what he felt was different. He felt... out of place. And not only about the market; it was what was between you and Bluestreak. 

He knew that you and the machine were closed; you loved to spend time with the young one, acting more like an older sibling to him, and Sunstreaker Just couldn't grasp half of what you both shared. 

Not like that wasn't his fault somehow...

You did give him so many chances to get closer, and he just dumped them all down without thinking twice, yet you were still friendly and nice to him. He didn't know if you were just stupid or too nice for your own good. 

"Hey Sunstreaker!" Your voice took him back to the real world. "We can go to the arts area if you like! It's not far; I bet you can find something that you like!"

"You don't have to do that if you don't want that."

"Nonsense!" you laughed it off. "We're here together, right? It's a chance to explore that area too!"

"Like in the videogames!"

"YEAH!"

He snickered but tried to hide it immediately. That was a joke that he could understand.

///

He needed to admit it; the area was packed with interesting works and hidden gems. Many of the ones that were working there were artists themselves or re-sellers that somehow ended up there for one motif or another. In many cases, they were artists that no one ever gave them a chance, idiots that could not recognize talent even if smacked with it, or ones that did in fact find some good species and decide to put themselves in the market, less full of pompous conosseures.

He had found himself a few times stopping by, admiring a few of the paintings in some of the small stands, many of them watched by some elderly people that arrowed their eyes once he approached them. Unlike the other vendors, they weren't that used to seeing a giant robot roaming around.

"Find anything of your liking?"

You approached him, watching the same portrait of some geometric forms made with different colors on a black-pitch canvas.

"...I guess..."

"We can ask the price if you want!"

"You couldn't accept it anyway..."

"It can be a future present; who knows!"

He looked at you again, feeling that strange grasp on his spark like the previous day. He tried again to draw you away from him, and you were still there. He cleared his throat, like if there was anything to clear, keep on watching the paintings...even if now it was more like a distraction from his thoughts than something else.

No one was ever able to get him, only his brother. Sideswipe, his Spark Brother, the One with whom he shared not only a life but his Spark itself, was the only mech that he genuinely appreciated. He knew how to get him; he knew that he could speak to him; if no one could, he was the only one.

And then you came in the picture. Sideswipe was good with you, but he was good with everyone. To let him get along with you was natural, and, since his nature, Sideswipe was the main reason why at the beginning you were able to have some time with Sunstreaker, despite his unsoffarable nature.

But then you started to be nice to him, even on your own. You weren't like his brother; you were...softer, brighter.

You were the second person in the universe that didn't turn away even after he treated you poorly.

"You've been awfully quiet," you spoke, checking a small canvas with a few flowers in it. "Something in your mind?"

You were in his mind.

"...nothing serious..."

"...You sure?" You raised your eyebrow, noticing that he had been checking the same paintings for minutes now.

"...well-"

"Y/N! Come here quick!!!"

Bluestreak called back to you, pointing something in the next stand. You suddenly left the canvas, running towards your friends.

Sunstreaker felt...irritated. 

Bluestreak could have every day with them...

Right?

///

You checked the clock again, then started to look around. How hard is it to lose two big chucky robots around?! Well, easily you guessed, since both of them were gone almost an hour ago, but it seemed a little urgent. You didn't actually catch what was happening at the moment; what you knew was that, at some point, you noticed Sunstreaker getting closer to Bluestreak, told him something, and then they both started to walk away. You noticed Bluestreaker making a few gestures to you, like telling you that he was coming back, but that was all.

Now you were there, waiting, hoping that they didn't dump you there.

You started to consider taking the bus to get back home when you noticed certain yellow cars coming closer. Despite noticing that one of the two was back, it seemed strange nonetheless since Blue was the one missing now.

"Hey, it's all okay? You disappeared all of a sudden!"

"Yeah," he said, in a strangely calm and relaxed tone. "There was an issue at the base; they needed him like...pronto."

"Oh gosh! I shouldn't have asked him to accompany if he was that busy today."

"No, no, it was a sudden thing; he said he's sorry that he had to leave like this."

Well, it seemed legit—even if it was quite odd from Blue to just leave you there without a proper farewell to the next days. And, with all the respect of the bot, it was strange that Sunstreaker didn't get the chance to run away from you both, even if it meant more work for him... But, besides the oddity, there was literally no explanation for why Sun should have lied to you. For what purpose then?

You learned that Sun was someone quite difficult to read, even for you, but if he decided to stay, then why question him? 

"Allright, shall we go?"

"Uh?" You looked at him a little buzzed, while he was already pointing to some more stands, specifically one that sold some statues.

"You wanted to see this market; if I leave you alone, I won't hear the end from Bluestreak."

That was...surprising. He, the One that had never accepted one of your invitations, never had hanged around with you or the other, and never partecipated in any of the earthly activities together, had just agreed to stay longer there.

"You know that you don't have tò, right?"

"Yes, you're right."

And with that, he kept on going, while you started to follow him.

///

It was...a nice day! It surprised you..and himself. 

You had a few minutes of embarrassing silence, awkward moments of not taking jokes, and some more miscommunication, but something came out of it.

He finally started to get out of his shell, making some jokes that were both yours, and you learned some more things about him—as him of you.

He seemed more relaxed than ever, satisfied for something even—maybe for the objects that he was able to get that day—that were quite a few, where he even had found the money you'll never know.

You never noticed, maybe because he had done it on such rare occasions, but his laugh was completely opposite from the one that Sideswipe tended to do. While Sideswipe laughed like a thunder, it was strong, warm, and contagious in some sense. Sunstreaker laugh instead was like made of crystals, soft as a whisper and low as a baritone. Sometimes it was hard to perceive it, but it became clear when you managed to notice the small grin on his face when he had just stopped laughing or thinking about something hilarious.

"You need to tell me how you convinced them to take everything at my place!" You exclaimed, sitting while he was riding you back home, some small smooth jazz on his radio.

"I'm persuasive; what can I say?"

You hummed a little, still checking the list that showed how much you, especially him, had bought, while you held your smaller purses in your backpack.

"You know," you broke the silence. "I was that sure that, after Blue had to leave, you would have left me there on my own... I'm happy that you didn't!"

"Oh?" He had an interest in his voice, like waiting for a result. "Why is that?"

"Because you opened up a little with me! I love it—this day, I mean, a lot! We should do it again!"

"Well... technically Ratchet told you to help me to bond... so I guess it's not such a bad idea..I have a few places that I would love to visit."

You accepted the offer right away; almost all of them were art-related, but they seemed reachable even for you. He had explained that, since you really had some sort of kick for art, to help you grow your expertise. It seemed like a genuine motive, so in the end accepting was an immediate reaction.

He dropped you home, not after having a long talk for a few minutes near the sidewalk, just chatting about what you needed to do in the next few days, your future visits, some programs made with other bots, and some usual stuff.

He left only after you had entered your house, showing a gentle side that it was quite unexpected by him.

During the ride back at the base, SunStreaker wasn't nervous about what was going to happen; he was just bothered because the worst-case scenario was a long talk with Prime about his behavior...And maybe a silent treatment from Bluestreak that sounded far too good for his own likely. No, the worst thing in his head wasn't some kind of punishment; it was that the first voice he had heard after turning on his radio was the snickering voice of his twin.

"How did your date go, Sunny?"

"No comments...and it wasn't a date!"

"Ah! And why did you make up an emergency call for Blue then?!"

"He bothered me."

"Ummm, my guesses are that you wanted to stay alone with a certain human, imma, right?"

The long silence, followed by a burst of laughter, was an enough answer.

@prowler-prowlz

[vodika-vibes]

You are killing me with these stories! I swear I'll cool it after this one. Can I request Sev confessing his love for someone and also their first time together (wink wink).

First

Summary: Sev finds a painting you tried to hide from him, and it changes your relationship forever.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader

Word Count: 2977

Warnings: Smut. PiV

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Ha! Sev fought me on this every step of the way, but I think its at a place where I'm happy with it. The smut scene feels kind of awkward to me, but I think that's because I spent so long trying to make it make sense.

Your relationship with Sev has been anything but normal since the moment you met. 

Your friends, former friends at this point, thought it was funny to set you up on a blind date with your ex. The same ex who once kidnapped your tooka and forced you to shave your head because he didn’t like your pink hair. 

He thought, and they thought, that because they dropped you off at the cafe for the lunch date, and then left you, that you would be forced to stay, to work out your differences.

That’s not what happened. What happened is you took one look at him, spun on your heels, and left. You would walk home if you had to.

And that was when you met Sev. You quite literally ran into him while turning a corner, and you spilled his caf on him. You felt so bad about it, that you bought him a new caf…and a new shirt.

After that, you just kept running into him.

Sometimes quite literally, you’ve never been the most observant of people, though you’re not sure what his excuse is. 

Though most of the time, it just seems that you both happen to be at the same place at the same time. 

So, when the holidays rolled around, and you remembered that you had no one to spend them with, you invited him to your place for a movie marathon and some homemade food.

If he thought it was strange, he never said anything about it.

But that had been almost a year ago, and it had been the birth of a beautiful friendship. Sev is very respectful of your time, and he’s patient enough to listen to you ramble about color theory until your face turns blue, and he’s even amazing enough to ask you questions about what the paint on his armor, and his brothers armors, means to you.

So you’re a little enamored with him.

And by a little, you mean you want to climb him like a tree and have his babies.

Which is a totally normal thing to want with your best friend. And it’s definitely not weird or awkward at all.

You stare at the canvas you just finished, and then you sigh and you turn to look at your Tooka, “I think I’m in trouble.” The painting you just finished, the one that you’ve been working on all morning, the one that you just painted without any planning…turned into a painting of Sev.

Well, multiple paintings of Sev. In his armor, in casual clothes, laughing, lounging on the couch, leaning against a speeder-

You scoop your Tooka into your arms, “This is…totally normal. Right?” You ask the cat in your arms. “There’s nothing weird about painting multiple pictures of your best friend from memory…right?”

King meows disdainfully and jumps out of your arms. “Right. Good talk.” You say as he leaves the room, and you flicker your gaze back to the painting, “Right. Right! Sev can never see this. Maybe I should burn it?”

You yelp when the doorbell rings, and you immediately clamp your hand over your mouth, embarrassed that you had been startled so badly, “Uhm…just a minute!” You shout.

You stare at the painting in a blind panic for a moment, and then you rip off your smock and fling it over the painting, “Good enough!” And then you turn and hurry through the house to your door.

You press the button to allow the door to slide open, and you beam at the tall man standing on the other side, “Sev!”

He smiles at you, “Am I early?” He asks as he steps into your home.

“Nope, I just lost track of time.” You say cheerfully.

Sev crouches down to pet King, who meows pathetically at him, and then he flashes a small smile at you, “You were painting, weren’t you?”

You blink at him, and then grin, “Always.”

Sev stands and he lightly taps your cheek, “You’re covered in paint.”

“Wha-” You turn to look at yourself in the hall mirror, and then sigh, “Oh. Let me go get cleaned up. Make yourself at home.” You head down the hall to your room, and then you pause, and you spin and point a finger at Sev, “Do not feed the glutton.”

King meows pathetically at Sev’s feet, and Sev just smirks at you, “Noted.”

You hurry into your bedroom and fish out clothes that don’t have paint stains on them…or, well, clothes that don’t have fresh paint stains on them. And then you step into your fresher, and you realize that you somehow got paint in your hair.

You sigh deeply, and start your shower. Sev won’t mind waiting, you’re sure.

Once you’re clean, and dressed, you head into the living room. Only Sev isn’t there. King is fast asleep in his bed, and a quick glance at the door shows that Sev’s shoes are still neatly sitting by the front door.

“Sev?” You call.

“Back here.” His voice is coming from your studio. The studio with the painting that he definitely isn’t supposed to see.

You hurry into your studio and stop in the doorway when you see Sev looking at the canvas thoughtfully, “Uhm…I can explain…” You say quickly.

“They’re very well done,” Sev says thoughtfully, as he sets your smock on your stool, “But I don’t remember posing for some of these.” He taps a corner of the canvas, where the painting of him leaning against a speeder in his armor was depicted.

“You…didn’t. I sort of used my imagination?” You say hesitantly, “I mean, I know the human body, and I know what you look like, and I know what a speeder looks like, and it looks like something you would do-” You ramble quickly, your hands nervously smoothing through your hair. “And I didn’t think you would mind, and honestly I was going to burn the canvas anyway-”

“Why would you do that?” Sev asks, somehow managing to keep track of your winding ramble.

You blink at him, “Uh…”

He crossed the room, a glimmer of mischief on his handsome face, “Come here, mesh’la.” He guides you over to the painting, and then he settles behind you, his hands on your shoulders, “You are so amazingly talented.” He murmurs in his deep voice.

“Uh, thank you.”

“But I do have a question.” Sev continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “Specifically about this painting of me at the bottom left.”

Your gaze flickers to the painting at the left and you shift nervously, “Oh. That.”

“Yes. That.” You can hear amusement in his tone, which is annoying because you kind of want a hole to open up beneath you to swallow you whole, “It’s a very nice painting of me. You did an excellent job of making sure the tattoo on my chest is accurate.”

Your face flames, but you don’t say anything, so Sev continues, “But you know, that doesn’t look like my bed.” You face grows even hotter, “You know, it looks an awful lot like your bed-”

And you break. You press your hands over your face, “Please stop talking.”

You feel his hand slide to the back of your neck, and he, naturally, ignores you, “It’s a shame that the painting isn’t complete though.”

“What?!” You peek through your fingers at the painting, “No, it is.”

“Mm, no it’s not.” Sev reaches around you and pulls your hands down from your face, “I appear to be alone in your bed. You should be next to me.” He spins you so that you’re facing him, and you kind of wish he would release your hands so you can hide from his probing, expectant, gaze. “So you need to repaint it. And add yourself to all of those scenes.”

“But…I don’t understand why?” You manage to get out through your embarrassment, “I mean, I can’t even understand why you’re not furious about me painting that in the first place-”

“Hm,” He very carefully walks you backwards until your back bumps against the stone wall of your studio, “You can’t think of any reason why I might want you in the paintings with me?”

“I mean, not really?” You say, as you look anywhere but at Sev’s face, “You’re…ridiculously attractive even on a bad day, and the best I can manage is Hot Mess on a good one-”

“You’re beautiful and I’m in love with you.” Sev interrupts.

“I-...uh���thanks?” 

Sev releases a short laugh and presses his forehead against yours, “You’re welcome.”

You scrunch up your face, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your face burns, “No…That’s…I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay, mesh’la. Take your time.”

“You really shouldn’t be so patient with me.” You grumble.

He laughs again, and his breath is warm against your face, “I’m a sniper, gorgeous. Patience is what I do.” He releases one of your wrists, and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “You once told me that you paint the things that you love,” He murmurs. “You made a joke about not loving anyone enough to paint them, and then you paint me half a dozen times on the same canvas-”

“I…did say that, yes.” You admit.

“So, following that logic, you love me.” Sev’s voice is so warm, so comforting that the tension drains from your body, “But I knew that. You tell me that every time you buy me something new, every time you make me a meal, every time you send me a message while I’m away-”

“I say an awful lot, without actually saying anything.” You mumble.

“You do, or I’m just good at reading you,” You feel his lips, warm and slightly chapped, against the corner of your lips, “You love me, that’s not in question. The question I have is: are you in love with me?”

“There’s a difference I suppose?” You ask.

“Mm. If you’re in love with me then I can kiss you and do every other thing that I have dancing through my mind at every moment in time.” Sev murmurs, “If you’re not, then this is wildly inappropriate and I should stop.”

“Oh,” You whisper.

“So the question, my wonderful beautiful girl,” He lowers his voice a little bit, “Do you want me to stop or not?”

Your breath catches, and you slowly shake your head, “I don’t want you to stop,” You manage to get out.

Sev crashes his lips against yours in a proper kiss, and it’s everything that you’ve ever dreamed of. He kisses you like he wants to replace the oxygen in your lungs with himself, and it works. 

He pulls you away from the wall and walks you, backwards, out of the studio and down the hall to your bedroom. He never once pulls his lips away from yours for longer than a few moments. 

Sev kicks your bedroom door shut behind him, and he walks you backwards until you bump into your bed. And then he scrapes his teeth against your throat as he gently pushes you down until you’re sitting on the edge of the bed.

Your face is flushed, and you press your hand against his cheek, your thumb running along his cheekbone. Sev turns his head to press a kiss against the palm of your hand.

“Beautiful,” Sev murmurs.

You blush, but you’re unable to tear your gaze from his. He lowers his head to press his lips against the inside of your knee, and you’re immediately grateful for the fact that you didn’t have any clean long pants.

“Can I keep going?” Sev asks, his voice low.

You nod, mutely. And he huffs before he presses another kiss a little higher up. And then he surges up and kisses you, pushing you back until you’re laying down.

“My perfect girl,” Sev murmurs, “I need you to use your words. I know you, angel, you won’t indicate if something makes you uncomfortable.” His lips ghost against the pulse point on your neck, “So I need you to talk to me so I can hear where you are. Can you do that for me, angel?”

You nod again, and then you remember his request, “Um…yeah. I can try.”

“I’ll remind you if you forget.” Sev promises, he presses a lingering kiss against your throat, “I’m going to take such good care of you, angel.” You shiver slightly, and you feel him smirk against your skin. “Can you sit up, just a little, so I can get this off you?” He asks as he lightly tugs on your shirt.

You do as he asks, lifting your shoulders and back off the bed just enough that Sev is able to peel your shirt off, and toss it to the side. “You’re doing so good for me, angel,” He mumbles as he absently trails his fingers over the plain material of your bra, “Look at you. So pretty, better than I could ever dream.” His voice is a low purr as the praise falls from his lips.

His hands slide down your body, and settle at the waist of your pants, “Lift your hips, angel. There we go, just like that.” He slides your shorts down your legs, until you’re left nearly naked, with him still fully dressed. 

You lightly grip his shirt, and you tug on it, “Can you take it off for me Sev, please?” You ask, your voice soft and breathy.

He sits back on his heels and immediately pulls his shirt off, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later, and then he climbs off you just long enough to tug his pants and boxers down, until he’s totally naked. But he doesn’t give you time to admire him before he’s back on top of you and grinding his hard length against you. 

A muffled curse falls from his lips, “Want you so bad, angel,” Sev groans out.

Your fingers trail over his chest, tracing his muscles and his tattoos, and you’re not really sure what came over you, but you flash a small smile at him, “Not so patient after all, are you?”

His fingers pause just under the waist of your underwear, and then he presses his forehead against your shoulder as a laugh falls from him, “No, I guess about this one thing, I’m not so much.” Sev trails his fingers over the thin material of your cotton panties, and then pulls them down in one swift motion, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Will you?”

“Yeah, angel. I will.” Sev doesn’t elaborate, as he slides his fingers through your wet folds, “Mm…you’re already wet for me, sweet girl.”

You blush slightly, even as you squirm under his probing touch. Sev watches you as he drags a single finger through your folds, he considers you for a moment, and then he smirks, “How flexible are you, angel?”

You stare at him, slightly thrown by the strange question, “Reasonably?”

“Hm…let me know if this position becomes uncomfortable.” He adjusts himself so that he’s kneeling between your legs, and then he slowly pushes your knees up to your chest.

“You still good, angel?”

“Um…yeah.”

“You sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” He rubs his hand soothingly down your leg and waits for a response.

“I’m good,” You reply, more confidently, “Just…I feel kind of exposed like this.” You admit sheepishly.

Sev hums thoughtfully, and then he reaches to the side and grabs your thin sheet, and drapes it over your chest and stomach, “How’s that, angel? A little better?”

You consider for a moment, “Yeah,”

He presses a kiss against your leg, “Alright. Are you ready to continue?”

You nod, “I am.”

“Remember, we stop whenever you want. No matter what.” Sev says in his deep soothing voice. You melt a little bit, how can any one man be so considerate?

And then you feel the blunt head of his cock against you, and you forget everything that’s not Sev. Slowly he pushes into you, taking his time, to make sure that he can feel every inch of you.

And by the time he bottoms out, you’re squirming and moaning under him. Quiet praise falls from him as he slowly pulls back out, until only the head of his cock is still inside you, and then slowly pushes back in.

He keeps his pace slow and smooth, not rushing either of your pleasure, in spite of the pleas spilling from you, or the way that you’re writhing deliciously under him.

Eventually the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle, and you start fluttering and clenching around him, his name falling from you like a prayer. And that’s when he starts moving faster. 

He releases your legs as you fall apart around him, adjusting them so they’re wrapped snugly around his waist, and he leans in to catch your lips in a deep kiss, while he fucks you through your orgasm.

It doesn’t take him long to spill his own release inside you, and he presses close to you as he thrusts shallowly until he’s completely spent. And only then does he pull back far enough to press feather light kisses across your face. 

“You alright?” He asks, sounding slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh.” 

“Good.” Sev kisses you, deeply, and then pulls back, “Because that was only round one.”

“Round one?” You ask, still sounding slightly breathless.

“Oh, ner cyare,” Sev kisses you again and again, “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

You flush, “Slightly, in my experience men can only go once-”

“That may be true, for some men, but, my sweet angel, I’m a clone.” His grin is wicked, “I fully intend to make you fall apart at least twice more. Maybe more, if you’ll allow it.”

Your lips part in surprise, and then a small grin crosses your lips, “Yes, please.”

[crushedsweets]

Hey! I love your artwork! I think it’s beautiful!!!

I just wanted to ask, what would Toby and Natalie’s relationship be like if they were able to start dating? I’m genuinely curious.

P.S. LONG LIVE TICCIWORK AND NINAKATE!!!!!

HIIII OK I LIKE THIS OMG i cant believe i hadnt thought about it before. ok i spoke a lot more than i thought i would...all under the cut LOL omg..

okay so, like i mentioned, they would probably have some random drunk kiss one night. maybe a christmas party and nina brings in mistle toe and its stupid. maybe new years party and the clock strikes 12 and they were like 'fuck it why not'.

natalie would have to initiate a lot of the starting conversations and touches. toby grew up with people thinking he was some gross virus roaming around, with boys pushing him around and girls sneering at him, so he's really hesitant. and natalie does get upset pretty easily if toby tries doing things without her permission, even if its something like doing her laundry - he has to ask. and he always does

it would start off pretty awkward too... neither of them know what to say, and both of them are so stubborn with egos the size of the moon - their pride knows no bounds. but at times, toby's ego can morph into something more cocky and he'll say stupid shit. 'you wanna kiss me so bad i know it' 'oh should i get nina to buy some mistle toe again' 'if you wanted to spend the night you couldve just asked'. at first clocky would get mad and pissy, and toby would laugh at her, and they'd move on. but eventually instead of moving on, one of them would say something like 'well.... do you actually want to' and they would. awkwardly, of course. a kiss, laying in bed together, brushing eachothers hair, etc.

their most intimate moments probably happen in the kitchen. that's always been quite the place of love for toby, so to lean against a counter and bring natalie close and give her a kiss in the warmest room of the house while something good is cooking in the oven ... probably means a lot to him

i think they'd love hikes. theres a waterfall in my au that they'd go to often, strip down to their underwear, and sit under. they'd wrestle and splash water and laugh and eat some fruit they packed and fall asleep under the sun after hours of just fucking around. kisses constantly swap between sudden acts of passion and excitement, to a quiet, lazy, quick kiss while throwing a towel over their shoulder.

but of course, they are still difficult. toby's reckless and natalie is picky, so theres a lot of arguments that spring up from nothing. this would be a constant thing until one of them eventually cries - something neither of them are used to. that would probably be a tipping point for them to start really looking into being a better person for eachother. but that is not easy by any means and neither of them are capable of being perfect. at fucking all

their biggest issue would be close to their canon shit.. toby wants to stay, clocky wants to leave. run away from all the bullshit she got trapped in. clocky is more likely to truly just fuck off and leave toby behind, and that scares the everliving shit out of toby every day - he'd swap between 'i have to be so good she'll never leave' and 'you fucking asshole just leave already its inevitable theres nothing i can do to change it'. but clocky just wants to live a normal normal normal life. she wants to grow old with kids and a career and a nice dog and to make dinner every night. she wants her biggest problem to be the dog tracking in mud.

eventually toby settles down, and while he cant just walk away from slenderman, they figure something out. a shared apartment, toby gets closer to the farm owners and he starts working more often. clocky gets into tattooing. toby is the first person she ever tattoos on. they both have to compromise a lot, but they can't imagine doing this for (or with) anybody else

[aeneaans]

that fated day

synopsis: after a tiring day, you and diluc decide to watch a meteor shower together

word count: 1,323

c/w: none !!!

note: hi !! this is my first time posting on tumblr >_< please enjoy !! i dont post super often but yeah :3

There wasn’t a single cloud in sight that night, the stars littered the vast ocean in its reflection. “Hey, do you believe in wishing upon a star?” You asked as the two of you returned to Mondstadt after taking down a few Fatui camps together in the evening. Diluc lowers his head slightly and ponders his response. His steps across the ground are soft, yet they still hold a sense of authority to them. It’s quiet. Crickets chirp in the warm summer breeze, the sky turning dark at last. Mondstadt has mostly fallen asleep by now–the city that’s filled to the brim at the brink of dawn has not a flicker of light in sight. The windmills continue to spin, as does the wind blow, and the summer dew trickles from the petals of the Cecilias.

“I’ve never thought about things like that. I suppose I don’t.” Diluc responds after a few seconds of thought. “Why the sudden question?”

Right before you set out on your adventure with Diluc, Mona happened to be at the main gate. As it turns out, she briefly informs you that there’s a meteor shower tonight. It was Mona you’re talking about, so of course you’d trust her words.

“I heard there’s a meteor shower tonight,” You explain. “It reminded me of when my parents gave me mora to toss in the fountain in exchange for a wish, I guess.” And to that statement, Diluc’s lips faintly tugged upwards. You reminisce back to when you were just a small child, when Mondstadt seemed so much more peaceful compared to now. The idea seemed rather childish now.

“Do you want to check it out?” He says, head facing the sky to look up to the stars. When he says that, your eyes light up accompanied by a bright smile.

“Well…it’s true that I haven’t seen one in a while. It wouldn’t hurt to check it out.” You say, trying not to sound overly-excited. You clutch your bag tightly, fiddling with the strap.

“We’re not too far from Cape Oath.” Diluc mentions so quickly that if you hadn’t been paying attention, you would have missed it. Nobody is out this late anyway, so it’d be a nice break from all the battling the two of you have been facing.

“Then let’s go to Cape Oath!” Suddenly, you realize the implications of the two of you going to Cape Oath—‘The Lovers’ Oath’—together.

After a few seconds, it hit you. “Ah,” You mumble under your breath. “Maybe we should just stay here to watch?” You turn back to him, desperately trying to avoid any misunderstandings and awkwardness. He looks at you and tilts his head innocently, seemingly confused as to why you’d change your mind so fast. He stares at you as you try to explain yourself without making it obvious you were a flustered mess. It doesn’t work very well, as your hands begin to fiddle with the strap of your bag once again. Your eyes dart around as words just seem to pour from your mouth, neverending.

After some more sputtering from your side, Diluc lets out a soft laugh. He clearly put two and two together in the time you tried, and failed, to explain yourself, understanding why you’d want to stay put instead.

“It’s okay,” He smiles at you and begins to walk towards Cape Oath, gesturing for you to follow. You quickly catch up to him, the grass crunching quietly beneath your feet. After several minutes of walking in silence, Diluc points out a light in the sky.

He seemed to frown, “It started already.” Diluc purses his lips, looking back at you. Though, it’s hard to tell when he’s actually frowning since his resting face always seems to be so…somber.

“Isn’t it good that it started so early?” You ask, curiously. You looked up at the sky, shards of space rock shooting down into Teyvat.

He stops in his tracks and turns to you. “You were quite excited to see this meteor shower.” He glances back to the sky, admiring it for a few seconds before looking toward Cape Oath. He seems to be lost in thought, brows somewhat furrowed and squinting toward your destination.

“We’re still seeing it, aren’t we?” You were never a believer in ‘special locations’ that much. Superstitions didn’t make sense to you. After all, is fate really real? What matters is that you live the life the way you want, right?

He stopped in his tracks, finally turning back to you. “You wanted to see it at Cape Oath, no?”

But he was right. Cape Oath was a scenic area, and it would definitely be a better view than in the middle of nowhere. Just imagine: The meteor shower filling the sky with dozens of warm tones as the color is reflected into the large body of water below the cliff as you’re surrounded by greenery.

“Well, yes. But it’s not much of a difference. Besides, you’re here with me and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?” Diluc’s eyes widen for a second and look away from you.

“We can still make it if we run.” He mutters to himself. It was just the beginning of the show, it definitely hasn’t gotten to the best part yet. As the shower continues, you grab his arm out of sheer impulse.

“Then…let’s go.” You weren’t exactly sure why you did what you did, but you did it. You dashed across the grassy plains, feeling the grass crunch beneath your feet. You felt Diluc being pulled along with you before he finally managed to balance himself again, running with you. You felt the wind brushing past your face with each step you took, covering a large distance in a short time. You felt your breath getting irregular and your throat felt dry, but you didn’t stop.

Your eyes weren’t focused on the meteor shower anymore, just on your destination—Cape Oath. You looked back at Diluc occasionally, the two of you rushing toward the cliff with no words exchanged. Perhaps it was to save some breath, or perhaps it was the fact that there were no words left that needed to be said.

Luckily, the two of you weren’t that far from the cliff. It was only a few minutes of nonstop, high-speed running. But before the two of you know it, you've arrived at the cape. Panting from all the running, you immediately fall onto your knees, your legs were provided a somewhat soft yet rough landing by the vast field. A few dandelions surrounded your being, a few crushed under your leg. The broken stems left a trail of water dripping down your lower leg down to your ankle.

Still catching your breath, you finally speak. “You were right, Cape Oath really is a good spot for this stuff.” You lean back, your palms flat on the ground. Diluc gives a quick nod before sitting down again. His breathing is quiet, but he’s definitely panting. You find it a little silly as to how he would try to hide the simple fact that he’s tired. After all, anyone would be.

“Did you make a wish?” You break the silence again, catching Diluc off guard. Your gaze is stuck to the sky, the bursts of colors before your very eyes.

“Yeah,” As you were about to ask what it was, you remember your parents saying that the wish won’t come true if you say it out loud.

“Did you?” He asks, finally turning to look at you.

“I did, but I’m not telling you.” You turn to him as well, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Of course,” He closes his eyes for a split second before they flutter open once again just to take in the view. Together, just near the edge of the cape admiring the spectacle that nature staged for Mondstadt, there’s a comfortable silence that can't be broken between your pair.

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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currently jumping all over the place in my wips so here have a sneak peak of this flashback I’m working on that takes place at the end of Fallen Order

Imogen held her crimson blade to the Second Sister’s throat, halting her path of escape. She may be weaponless, but Imogen knew from their many sparring sessions that Trilla was the furthest thing from harmless without her lightsaber. If the Inquisitor made a single move Imogen did not like, her head would come off. 

“It is over,” Imogen warned.

“Pity,” Trilla mused. Despite being at a disadvantage, she didn’t appear worried in the slightest. Her eyes glittered like a hunter who just captured its dinner. “We had fun together, did we not?”

It was foolish to believe Imogen would fall for sentimentality. Even with their intimate history, she possessed no fondness for her adversary. Such emotions had no place in her heart. “You will let me destroy the Holocron, Trilla. Or I will destroy you.”

Trilla laughed darkly as if she understood a joke that Imogen did not. “No matter what you do now, you are condemned. Whether your end be today or years from now — swift or slow — it is up to you, but your fate is sealed, Fourth Sister.”

Imogen nodded. “Perhaps it is better that way.”

“How so?” she asked with a subtle tilt of her head.

“When Vader took my leg, I realized I had only traded one set of chains for another.” Imogen leaned in, the blade of her saber inching a little closer to the other woman’s skin. It hummed deeply in anticipation as its harsh light reflected in both of their eyes. “If I am condemned, then so be it. Better to live truly free until I draw my last breath than to die for another cause that has nothing to do with me.”

and because I'm in a silly goofy mood.... how about some Adhira and Shin

Adhira watched Shin skulk off and noticed a small streak of dried blood stained the platinum strands at the back of her head. After a moment of deliberation, she excused herself from Morgan’s side and decided to follow.

Though she had only known the mercenary for a short period of time, she never thought that an enemy would be lucky enough to deal any damage. Adhira felt the first twinge of doubt in the capabilities of her unusual allies. They achieved a great victory together, but the forces that worked against them were not to be underestimated. Not even ones currently bound in cuffs under the watch of Lord Baylan. 

Hot on the trail of her scorned companion, Adhira quickly diverged to retrieve a medical kit. It would serve them well to establish a small gesture of care now more than ever — in the face of the unknown. After all, there would be no turning back at this point.

Shin secluded herself in a small washroom, her gloves discarded on the counter as she struggled to assess her wound. Her fingers lightly poked at the back of her head and Adhira saw the faintest grimace cross her sharp features. 

“Allow me to get a look,” Adhira said as she approached behind her. 

Shin’s piercing eyes tracked the Nightsister’s every movement in the reflection of the mirror like a cornered predator. “Keep your witchcraft away from me.”

“It’s a medpac,” Adhira pointed out smugly as she held the kit up. “We don’t need to trust each other, but I need you at your best and you need me at mine. Or this will all be for nothing.” 

A long beat of silence passed between them before Shin dropped her intense gaze. “Be quick.”

Adhira stepped in close and set the kit down beside Shin’s gloves. After she retrieved the hand scanner, she held it close to the source of the wound and waited. A small beep notified her of the diagnosis. “The gash isn’t too deep,” she said as she read the results. “But you have a mild concussion. I can spray the wound and give you a stimulant.”

Shin nodded.

“What is to happen with our new guest?” she asked, making conversation while she treated the mercenary’s head. Adhira’s fingers gently parted Shin’s hair to get a clear view of the cut. It did not bleed too much and what little that trickled out got lost in the light waves of blonde. She dabbed it clean with antiseptic, causing Shin to tense.

“That is up to my Master,” Shin answered dutifully, though Adhira caught a hint of frustration in her curt tone.

“Will she cause problems?”

“Surely.” 

Adhira hummed thoughtfully as she used bacta spray to close the cut. “I suppose we’ll see. But if the Mandalorian stands in the way of our goal, I won’t be as foolishly merciful as your Master.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. Shin turned, snatched Adhira by the throat and pinned her to the far wall with enough force that she wondered if she might need the bacta spray next. A grunt pushed out of her lungs as the canister flew out of her hand and clattered onto the floor. Apart from that, the washroom fell completely silent. Shin glared menacingly into the Nightsister’s eyes, but fear was not the first reaction Adhira felt.

“She is mine to deal with.”

[keepmeinmind-01]

Hi! I loved your hcs about Newt dealing with a teenaged Theseus. I was wondering what if it was the reverse where an adult Theseus had to deal with an teenaged Newt (again).

Have a lovely day!

Thank you so much for your message! Dropping some more headcanons here :D

• 17 year old Newt, without any memories of Leta’s death, is very much not interested in the mission against Grindelwald. The team aren’t sure how to get him engaged. In particular, this irritates Theseus, but he’s also not about to tell his little brother about everything that’s happened: especially because a 17 year old Newt remembers Leta and would be devastated to hear about what happened to her.

• Not to mention the eventual drama of Theseus and Leta meeting in around 1920 and getting engaged to boot.

• Newt is enraptured by how advanced his case and its habitats have become. Everyone’s worried about how Newt is dealing with being a teenager again, but no one can pin him down to even ask the question.

• Newt spends the first two weeks in his case, wandering through it with awe, getting to know all the beasts he’s collected in the past few decades again. They all intuitively recognise his caring manner and help ground him in this new present.

• Newt is shy and almost antisocial. Theseus tells the team that they have to let him do what he wants, as by this age, in their childhood, Theseus would have liked to have just given up on trying to control or normalise Newt (even if he couldn’t the first time around, but he won’t make this mistake again, for the sake of everyone’s happiness).

• Newt takes time to get comfortable enough with the team to talk or sit for very long. No one minds and Newt slowly starts doing his own thing in the team’s proximity.

• When Newt is too overwhelmed to talk, Theseus uses their childhood sign language or encourages him to write notes.

• Newt believes Theseus is the real Theseus. After all, Theseus has always been old and serious in his eyes. And this Theseus is indeed just older and more serious, so it tracks.

• Newt is a little bashful around Tina and even goes so far as to leave her a small bouquet of hand-collected flowers one day. Everyone watches with both pride and slight trepidation. They’ve got to get adult Newt back so that this isn’t so awkward anymore and the two can get on with their dating in peace!

• Newt doesn’t follow any instructions if he’s not interested. They take to bringing him on missions as a kind of unpredictable wild card, as he’s skilled at accidentally or deliberately creating chaos. This takes years off Theseus’s life but they’re all very careful about making sure teen Newt is safe.

• Every single dinner conversation, when Newt doesn’t just grab food and run back to his case, becomes about creatures eventually. At first, Newt is quite tentative when he brings them up, as he’s used to being called weird or ignored. But when the team try and listen as enthusiastically as they can, suddenly Newt relaxes, talks freely, and even shows off a little with his unparalleled knowledge.

• Theseus is secretly pleased that his brother is young and kind of adorable again. He keeps dragging Newt off on “brotherly bonding” activities that start with arguments but always end happily.

• For some reason, I have this mental image of Theseus taking them fishing and then being the one to fall into the river.

• Theseus would notice the effects of their difficult childhood on 17 year old Newt more clearly. He would want to provide guidance and support in a way he couldn't back then because of their estrangement. And he can do so in a way that incorporates balance and hindsight.

• When Newt inevitably tries to smuggle in some random creature, Theseus would have to put his foot down without laughing at how young Newt and normal Newt are exactly the same in that regard.

• “Classic Newt”.

• When Newt had nightmares, he'd unconsciously go sleep in Theseus's room on the floor like when they were young. Theseus doesn't have the heart to make him go back, even though Theseus’s need for personal space at his current age is immense.

• (specific to my AU) Newt is confused when he casually touches Theseus and he flinches. As a teen he remembers Theseus easily giving affection. Theseus uses the “Auror mission” excuse again and again until Newt gets annoyed, to which Theseus points out he’s had twenty years of Auror missions that young Newt doesn’t know about to shut the conversation down.

• When Lally comes over, Newt asks if she's Theseus's new girlfriend. Lally laughs while Theseus quickly changes the subject, not ready to explain.

• Everyone in the team is constantly lending Newt clothes because he gets his own so dirty and torn. Newt had a late growth spurt and at 17 is a few inches shorter.

• Newt at 17 is not used to having this many friends and alternates between going to hang out in his case to calm down from the overwhelmed feeling and giving everyone little thoughtful gifts to show that he’s grateful. He never gives them directly but leaves them in places he knows they’ll be found.

• Newt often tells Theseus that his older brother is “not being himself”, because he remembers Theseus a very specific way and is a little confused that there are even multiple sides to him. This lands better - as a joke - and worse - as an accidental insult - at times.

• Newt earnestly keeps making everyone go on outdoor excursions to cheer them up. They’re also a good excuse for him to sneakily do some creature work while technically being part of the group and mission.

• The regular and reassuring environment means Newt slowly relaxes enough to be himself in the environment without some of the occasional prickliness. He’s happily eccentric and it isn’t questioned. In fact, everyone has a lot of fun.

• Jacob and Newt become partners in crime in pulling the occasional prank on the serious members of the team. Newt has a big sweet tooth when he’s not eating plain toast.

• 24/7 “WHERE’S NEWT???!!!”

[kishibedefender]

Familiar Faces and Awkward Spaces

Jade and Rohan finally have time to go on their first date in months. However, somehow, the worst possible people crash the event.

Word count: 1.3k Pairing: Rohan X OC (Jade Sato-Stephens, Lit The Fuse)

Jade stood next to a busy restaurant in the Morioh city center, humming and staring at her watch. She and Rohan had finally carved out the time to go on a date. He had made the reservation, and given her an address without even opening her front door, as she was drinking her morning coffee. 

Literally just dropped the restaurant address, and a time on her front porch. It was a nice gesture for sure, but it would’ve been nicer if he was on time.

Rohan walked up after a few more moments of aimless waiting, “Sorry to keep you waiting, I was chatting with an editor and we had too much to discuss for one meeting.” 

Jade looked off to one side, before huffing and turning to face him. She had worn a nice dress for once, a light blue one with a pair of heels she kept for emergencies, “It’s fine. The fact we’re even out at all is a miracle.”

It was true. Since Jade had graduated college and returned from Italy, her work with the Speedwagon Foundation had only doubled, and Rohan’s manga was nearing its end, so he was busy trying to secure new projects. The two, by all accounts, were swamped, with barely any time to meet for coffee in the morning or even say hi to one another. 

It had been Jade’s idea to finally try and make time to get together. They had been dating for a long time, being busy shouldn’t mean you never see someone. She had finally managed to track Rohan down at his home, and he agreed. Next thing Jade knew her Thursday evening was booked up. Their first date in a month. 

“Well, should we head in, the place looks pretty packed.” She commented, and Rohan took her arm, walking inside without another word. Jade stumbled but laughed quietly and followed. 

The two finally were seated after a few minutes of waiting, and Jade looked around at the place. It was pretty nice, newer to the town so it was still popular. The two hadn’t had the chance to give the food a try, though, as Jade usually cooked for them on the nights when they were holed up in one of the houses working on their own projects. 

“So, how are your next endeavors looking?” Jade asked, trying to break the ice a bit, and Rohan leaned back in his chair, “Good as of late, I have a few oneshots lined up in the next few months,” Rohan said, and Jade nodded, “Anything good?”

The two would be interrupted by a waiter to take their orders. After they had placed them Rohan decided to turn the tables, “How is your research coming?” 

The two talked back and forth about life, and what had been going on in each other’s absence for a few minutes, with small smiles. The conversation flowed, like usual, and both were engaged. Jade was ecstatic. She forgot how much she had enjoyed just talking to Rohan, she had missed him. His arrogance, but also, his passion. 

“If it isn’t Rohan and Jade, how have you two been?”

Rohan’s back stiffened, and Jade’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight she saw, looking past Rohan. Rohan himself would turn around, and the young couple would meet the eyes of Joseph Joestar. 

“M-mr. Joestar?! What are you doing here?” Jade finally plucked up the courage to ask. 

“Oh, I’m visiting Josuke here in Morioh for a few days. I came to Japan to see my daughter and decided to take the ferry down here with-”

Jade’s eyes shifted to the man standing to his right and the woman wanted to crawl under the table at that moment. 

“Hi, Jotaro. Been a minute.” Jade said quietly, and Rohan turned forward again to bite back a laugh. 

This was the worst. Effectively her boss, and then the man who had set them up in the first place, crashing their date. She looked at Rohan, who was almost red from holding back his laughter. Jade glared, and kicked his leg under the table. 

Rohan flinched and glared back, delivering his own kick to Jade’s shin. 

“Why don’t we join you two, save the restaurant a table.” Mr. Joestar said, and Jade went to protest but he had already pulled out the seat next to her. He carefully sat down, with Jade’s help, who was staring at Rohan and Jotaro with eyes the size of dinner plates. 

Jotaro would look at the situation, not reacting much, however his eyes did widen a fraction when he caught sight of a certain something glittering on Jade’s hand. 

Jotaro eventually would sit, and now the group of four would wait for their food in total awkward silence. 

Jade didn’t know how to handle this. This was a complete disaster, what kind of terrible luck did she have? The table was deathly silent until Rohan decided to take one for the team, “How was your ferry ride over, Jotaro?”

“Good, there wasn’t much weather so it was a smooth ride,” Jotaro responded, and in true Jotaro fashion, decided his question would be addressed to the elephant in the room, “How long have you two been engaged?”

Joseph Joestar seemed to perk up at that question, and Jade paled. She looked at Rohan, but Rohan was taken aback, too. 

“O-oh, no no, We’re not engaged Jotaro. No, it’s just a promise ring,” Jade explained, and Jotaro nodded once. Jade and Rohan’s eyes met, and moved simultaneously to Joseph Joestar, who was staring at Jade’s ring. 

“We got it after everything died down here in Morioh… just in case…” She explained hesitantly, and Joseph kept looking at the ring. 

“I had a ring like that once, got it when I was about your age, too,” Joseph said, and Jade smiled a bit, “Was it from your wife?” She asked. 

“No, it was from a man. And he didn’t put it on my finger, either,” Jade’s head whipped around to look at Jotaro, who looked equally as horrified. 

“He put it around my heart, if I didn’t defeat him in combat it was gonna kill me.” He said, and the three people at the table breathed a sigh of relief, “Glad you’re still here, Mr. Joestar,” Jade said with a laugh, as the food Jade and Rohan ordered was brought out, followed by Jotaro and Joseph’s. 

Jade and Rohan looked at eachother again, and Jade gave a small shrug, deciding to just enjoy the night to the fullest. 

___

After the dinner, Joseph and Jotaro had gone on their way, and Jade and Rohan walked hand in hand towards their homes. 

“That certainly was an interesting night,” Jade laughed, and Rohan agreed, “Mr. Joestar was admittedly on the bottom of my list of people that could interrupt the evening.” 

“Maybe that’s a sign that dinner dates aren’t the move… what about coffee dates? In the morning?” Jade offered, and Rohan looked at her, “What do you mean by that?”

She looked forward, smiling, “Well, we both drink coffee to start our days, what if we come to each other’s houses in the morning. Private, it’s time we both have…” 

Rohan looked forward and thought about it for a moment, before nodding, “Not a bad idea, perhaps we try that next week,” He said, and Jade stretched up to kiss him on the cheek, “So… Monday morning, your place?” 

“I’m surprised you even asked,” He said, and Jade decided to pull his leg right back, “Fine, I just won't come then, if that's your opinion.”

“Alright, then it seems like I’m coming to your house,” Rohan smirked, and Jade laughed a bit, “Fine, fine. What time should I break into your kitchen?” She joked, and the two made their new date plans as they walked home, from probably the most awkward date either of them had ever been on. 

I literally couldn't imagine two WORSE people to crash this date, i wrote this in like 30 minutes too lmao

[awkwardauthorwrites]

Готов к выполнению (Ready to Comply)

Pairing: Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Swearing.

Authors Note: Previously on awkward-author. Speech written in italics is in Russian

Lightning cracked across the sky, sneaking its way in through the thin gap in between the curtains and flashing across the room. It disappeared just as fast as it came before the resounding boom of thunder jolted Y/N out of sleep. Groaning out of pure exhaustion, she rolled over in bed, expecting to bump into a warm body, only to be met by cold sheets. Cracking an eye open, she took note of the empty spot next to her and slowly sat up, taking the sheets with her to protect her from the cold.

“Bucky?” The lack of light let her know he wasn't in their ensuite bathroom, but she had already lost count of the number of times she had told him off for lurking around the apartment in the dark. He insisted that turning the lights on would only wake her anyway, forgetting her body’s unnerving ability to register the lack of body heat before she was even fully awake. “Buck?” She called out once more and slowly climbed out of their shared bed, thankful for the heated floors in their apartment. 

She had scoffed at Tony when he had first presented them with the keys to the overly extravagant suite within the compound, (“It has state of the art everything!” he had said, trying to convince them to move in. “Not to mention, it's all soundproof. You know, so you and Barnes can do the do without having to worry about being quiet. Which you’re not. But now you don’t have to worry about that!”) and even though it was on the other side of the building from every else's bedrooms, they were thankful for the privacy and sense of normality that it gave them.

The rest of the apartment was just as dark as the bedroom, but thanks to her adjusted eyes and years of experience as the Mistress of Shadows she padded carefully and quietly around the furniture. Lightning flashed across the room once more, bathing the room in a harsh, bright glow for a fraction of a second. It was enough time to reveal a person sitting in the shadows, enough time for her to drop the sheet around her and reach for a weapon that wasn’t there. It only took a few more seconds for her defensive stance to drop as she recognised the figure sat in front of her.

“How many times have I told you to turn the damn lights on?” Y/N laughed, almost nervously and bent over to retrieve the sheet she had dropped. “Why aren’t you in bed?” she asked quietly, a tired smile taking over her features as she stepped closer to him. Although he looked up at her when she entered, Bucky gave no other indication that he had heard a thing she had said, his features blank of any expression. “Are you alright, sugar?” she turned to flick the lamp on but stopped in her tracks as he spoke.

“Don’t.”

She had heard that voice a few times before, once when Zemo had said those trigger words, and a few times after that when Wanda had tried to erase the damage Hydra had done to his mind, but never when she was alone, when everyone was too far away to call for help. For the first time since they had both moved into the suite, Y/N silently cursed Tony for making their place so far away from everyone else as she slowly slid into the chair across from the Winter Soldier.

“Soldat?” To her credit, Y/N’s voice came out steady, if a little quiet, and didn’t waver in the slightest. The Soldier watched her curiously, almost as if he were sizing her up as she sat, slumped in her seat with tired eyes and a sheet wrapped around her shoulders. She willed her fingers to stop shaking as she shook her shoulders out and straightened up, a hard glare on her features as she stared down the man sat in front of her. One thing Bucky had taught her about these moments was to always assert dominance, to never look weak or submissive in front of him. It was small, but would make all the difference in the mind of the Solider.

“Ready to comply, Soldier?” she snapped at him in Russian, feigning annoyance as he continued to study her from across the flimsy barrier that lay between them. Finally, he raised an arm and slid an object across the table towards her slowly. The relief coursing through her veins froze as the light from another bolt of lightning gleamed off of the metal from the item in front of her.

“Ready to comply,” he replied in Russian, pushing the gun across their kitchen table so that it was within her reach. She could feel her heart crack at the gesture and willed herself not to cry as he waited for her to take the firearm from him. Bucky had told her why, once, when he had unconsciously handed her a gun whenever they were about to train. Broken down was a more appropriate reaction, but she pushed aside the lingering memory of his distraught features and focused on taking the weapon into her hands. Later, she promised herself, she would kill every last member of Hydra, singlehandedly, for conditioning him to give every handler a firearm so they could put him down if necessary.  

“Mission report,” Y/N cleared her throat and schooled her features to show no emotion as she leaned back in her seat. “In English.”

“English?” Confusion laced through his voice, and he blinked a few times before flinching ever-so-slightly as if he were waiting for a blow that wasn’t going to come. Y/N studied the movement carefully, hoping she wasn’t giving away any external cues of her relief. The Solider would have never questioned an order from a handler, which sparked a new hope in her as she leaned forward and spoke to him gently, although her words still had a hard bite to them.

“Did I stutter?” she watched carefully as he dropped his gaze slightly to look at the pattern on the table top. “Mission report, in English. Please.” Something flickered in his eyes at her softly spoken words, but he didn’t comment on it as he nodded once – albeit, slowly – and shuffled in his seat before he spoke.

“I tracked the target to Éze in France,” he spoke slowly, his gaze flitting around the room while he spoke. “His estate was simple to locate, the security even easier to take down. I was in the process of interrogating him when his daughter came downstairs.” Y/N looked away from him for a second, recognising the memory he had relived. Luckily, thanks to FRIDAYs extensive knowledge and a lot of digging, we found out that no harm had come to that little girl because the Winter Soldier had stopped his handlers from taking her out. The same couldn’t be said for her father, or the au pair who had come running in when the little girl had begun to scream. Needless to say, he was punished ruthlessly and without mercy when he had gotten back to the Hydra base before they wiped him and stuck him back into cryo. “…I made sure to extract the relevant information before dispatching the target.” He was still talking, although he seemed to realise that she wasn’t fully listening to the information he was relaying. “...are...are you not going to write any of this down?” His eyebrows crinkled in confusion, the first proper sign of emotion that he had shown. It wasn’t quite the breakthrough she was expecting, but it was definitely a step in the right direction.

“Am I supposed to?” Y/N played her cards carefully, tilting her head to the side, the picture of pure innocence, as he stared her down.

“They usually do.”

“I guess I’m one of a kind.” She was playing a dangerous game, throwing his own words back at him, but she needed to know how far gone he was and just how much work it would take to bring him back to her. She would have been intimidated by his unwavering glare if it weren’t for the ongoing battle she could read so clearly in his eyes. For a spilt second, she was almost sure that he had snapped himself out of it, that he realised who he was, but it was gone just as quickly as it appeared.

“Who are you?” he asked quietly, his voice breaking as he spoke. His metal hand twitched suddenly as if he was going to reach out to her, but he quickly placed the appendage on top of the table.

“That depends, I guess.”

“On what?”

“Who are you?” Y/N repeated his question, her eyes narrowing in on his metal hand as he clenched and unclenched his fist subconsciously. He followed her gaze to his hand and tucked it under the table, hiding the prosthetic limb out of her line of sight.

“The Winter Soldier.” He hesitated before answering. It was brief enough to be undetectable, but she still picked up on it.

“No.”

“No?” The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was a sign of amusement or annoyance, but she decided to build on it.

“No, I don’t think you are.” She leaned back in her seat, mindful of the gun that she had left in between them. She was fully aware that he could grab the object and shoot her in between the eyes before she would even get a chance to blink, but she had sparred with him enough times to know his cues, to read the signs of an oncoming attack before they happened.

“Why?”

“Why?” Y/N repeated his question, willing her tone to sound effortlessly casual. His eyes flickered to the gun in front of her but made no move to grab it.

“Why don’t you think I’m the Winter Solider?”

“I think...I think you’re someone else.” She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully. He didn’t say anything in reply, but the curiosity was evident in his eyes. “You remind me of someone special to me. He has a tendency to sit in the dark as well and scare the living shit out of me.” She was positive that he had smiled this time, she would bet all of Stark’s money on it. Cautiously, she got to her feet and walked around the table, taking her time so he would see that she wasn't a threat. His eyes snapped up to meet hers as she straddled him, perching on his lap. 

“What...what are you –” His flesh hand found its way to her hip, his fingers tracing the exposed sliver of skin that was there before he quickly retracted his grip. 

“James,” Y/N’s voice was barely above a whisper as she ran her fingers through his hair gently. His eyelids fluttered slightly at the action, but his gaze quickly snapped to meet hers once he registered what she had said. She knew what she was doing, knew how much he disliked being called James. Even around the compound, everyone called him Bucky, with the only exceptions being when he was in trouble with her, or when Tony wanted to rile him up.

“My name isn’t James.”

“Who are you then, if not James?”

“I’m...I’m the Winter Soldier.” Uncertainty lingered in his tone, only to be heightened as Y/N slid closer on his lap and shook her head slightly.

“You’re wrong, James.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“What should I call you then?” She ran her finger through his hair again, before trailing a single digit down his jaw

“I’m the Winter –” He cut himself off as she tsked in annoyance and tugged at his hair gently. His eyes flashed, but he blinked the lingering need away and cleared his throat. “I-I’m...B-Bucky. My name is Bucky.”

“What was that, James?” Y/N crooned, her fingers trailing dangerously along the line where metal met flesh on his left shoulder.

“My name is Bucky.” His voice shook slightly, but she could tell that he was coming back. His eyes seemed warmer, more like the swirling depths of the ocean as opposed to the ice on a frozen lake.

“You don’t sound too sure of yourself, James.” She was goading him now, grinning wickedly as Bucky looked back up at her.

“Do I need to teach you what my name is, doll?” He yanked her closer, his lips millimetres away from her own. She knew then, with the use of that pet name, that Bucky was back. Y/N placed a sweet kiss on the tip of Bucky’s nose before allowing him to bury his head in the crook of her neck.

“Welcome back, Sarge.” She wrapped one arm around his shoulders while the other trailed up and down his back in a comforting manner. 

“Thanks for bringing me back, doll.” He kissed her neck softly, his lips curling into a smile as he repeated the action when she tilted her head to the side to offer him more room. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Well, for starters, you and Pamela Handerson would be a lot closer than you are now.” She threw her head back and laughed at the incredulous look he gave her, before pecking his lips. “Don’t like that one? What about Mary Palmer and her five sisters?”

“You’re...you’re something else,” he laughed and pulled her in for a toe-curling kiss. “Why don’t we go back to bed and you can show me your secret handshake?” he murmured suggestively.

“And I’m the one who’s incorrigible?” she chuckled and kissed him once more. “Take me back to bed, Sargent Barnes.”

“Ready to comply, Mrs Barnes.”

[maxdurden]

Following the pendant's small arm, Erastos began to feel worried. It had not moved in what felt like a very long time. That was, of course, no guarantee that any time had passed at all. This worried him more, and he shook the small device where it hung around his neck. The delicate iron pin stayed stubbornly in place.

Trees began to thin. It was a relief to be able to see further than a few feet in front of him. But the sight that awaited when he broke through the forest border stopped him dead in his tracks.

Glittering blue water stretched away from him for miles. The wooded bank ran for some distance, weaving behind itself and giving way to a horizon of blue.

Erastos slowly lowered himself to the ground near the edge of the water. Dense forest stubbornly gave way to the lake here, leaving no room for a proper beach. Water lilies dotted the serene blue water, and some kind of long-stalked grass that appeared to swish about of its own accord grew out of the mud in bunches.

"Is that it then?" He yelled to those he could not see, but knew were watching. "You want me to swim the rest of the way? Or else fly?" He threw his hands into the air in a petulant display, and a premature feeling of defeat settled over him.

Movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, as a pure white steed rose from behind the strange, long grass. Erastos worried at his bottom lip with his teeth. The Fey were not so forthright. Things were never this easy.

The horse whinnied and tossed its head, and a gleaming, almost translucent mane streamed behind it. Like so many things in Faerie, it was eerily perfect. The animal paced jauntily in a lazy circle, right off the bank and across the water as if still on solid ground.

Erastos wondered if Seurri had somehow found a way to send help. Cautiously, he approached with his hand outstretched. The horse eagerly pushed its papery soft muzzle against his palm.

"Do you know the way to the Unseelie Court?" He asked.

So far on his journey, he had talked to trees and stones. There was no reason to think the horse couldn't speak.

The horse only nickered, stamping an impatient hoof into the mud.

Erastos huffed out a tired approximation of a laugh and ran his hand gently over the beast's muzzle. It seemed gentle enough, and he couldn't have asked for a better solution to his problem. This all made him nervous, just as it made his next move obvious.

"A horse that walks on water..." He shook his head, running his hand down the soft fur on its thick neck. "Funny that you have horses here at all." He said, taking a quick half-step before swinging his leg upward.

Erastos had only ridden a horse once before. His mounting was awkward and graceless, and he could only think of the Seelie Court watching and tittering in amusement. Horses were native to Menaea, but no such creature walked the rocky, mountainous surface of Quoah. It seemed weird, then, that horses also lived on Faerie. Perhaps Menaeans had brought the animal over at one point or another—But the thought nagged at him regardless as he found his balance. He held onto the mane as gently as he could, but leaned low against its wide back for fear of falling off into the water.

The horse didn't seem to mind his anxious nature. It pranced in a circle again, as if to encourage its rider, before taking the first step onto the water. The hooves skimmed the surface of the water without breaking through it, as they had before.

The horse kept a slow pace as they walked further from the bank and, slowly, Erastos relaxed. He sat up a bit straighter, bending over only to peer at the clear, blue water underneath him. Fish swam lazily below, apparently unaware of the large, usually land-bound animal walking overhead.

Suddenly, the steed reared backwards, as if alarmed by something. Erastos scrambled to tighten his grip, but found that his lack of dexterity had little consequence—even as his mount kicked up to a perilous angle, he could not untangle his hands from its mane nor would his thighs move from their position against its flank.

Its front hooves came down onto the water with considerable force, and Erastos felt his stomach leap up to his throat as they broke cleanly through the water. As he watched the surface start to overtake the steed, rushing up to meet him, he only had time to gasp out an expletive before being plunged into the icy depths.

He was quick to regret wasting his breath as he tried desperately to pull his hands free. The horse pulled him steadily deeper, with a proficiency in swimming he had not been aware horses possessed.

It was hard to clear his mind, between the oxygen deprivation and panic, but it was a matter of survival. There was no magical recourse—he could not move his hands, and could not speak underwater. He was going to die.

He remembered the pendant around his neck, a gift from Seurri and guided by a small pin made of iron. It was barely any metal at all, but concentrated enough that it had burned Seurri when she touched it.

His lungs ached as he hugged the creature underneath him closer, pressing his chest into its back and hoping—praying to any god that would take pity on a faithless man—that the iron pin would make contact.

A noise like a steaming kettle pierced his ears and, with a jolt, Erastos felt his hands come free. He kicked his legs instinctually, and they moved unmoored from the creature's back. A small eternity stretched before him, and his vision swam and darkened before he broke through the lake's surface. He clawed wildly at the water, keeping his head bobbing above it as he wretched uselessly. The dull thought it could come back kept him moving, even if ineptly, toward the shore.

His swimming was frantic, but he managed to move himself to where his feet could find purchase in the mud. He stumbled clumsily, light headed and with his chest spasming, to the bank and collapsed. His body convulsed of its own accord. If it were left up to his own will, he would have laid in wait for the water in his lungs to finish him. Instead, it came painfully up through his throat and nose, leaving both with a stinging sensation he couldn't fully appreciate as his consciousness flagged.

—

Awareness returned to Erastos sluggishly. Something moved about him, but any possible urgency felt distant and vague. Darkness still ate at the edges of his vision as he blinked up toward the sky, which was almost entirely obscured by leaves.

Something was not moving around him. He was moving. His brain slowly pieced together the feeling of small hands around his wrists, and the ground dragging against his back. Despite the way his body protested, he pulled his arms back toward him and attempted to sit up.

Unlike the not-horse, these hands let him go easily. His vision spun as he turned to look at the creatures that had been pulling him along the forest floor. The two of them stared back with wide black eyes. They were small, standing a few inches shorter than Erastos even as he sat on the ground, and hairless. The only feature that distinguished them—at least to Erastos’ foggy mind—was that one wore a yellow cap and the other wore green under which their long, pointed ears bowed. Both were outfitted in brown worker's clothes otherwise, all of which appeared to be made of either leather or some fabric that resembled burlap.

“What are you?” His voice grated against his throat and came out like a rattle. His chest seized briefly, as if still trying to expel water that was no longer there.

The creatures blinked slowly at him, then looked to each other. Surely, if rocks and trees could talk—but not not-horses—then so could these tiny men.

“What are we?” The first, in the yellow cap, echoed. His voice was nasally and high pitched, but suited him well.

“How rude!” The second exclaimed.

“We don't ask it what it is!” The first seemed to agree.

“Looks like a Sylph.” The second observed.

“But it isn't.”

“And yet, we don't ask.” The second nodded, as if punctuating the strange little exchange, and both turned back to consider Erastos.

[ventingoutmyass]

3.21.23

just now realizing ive never talked about that person from the halloween store five months back. Not the cool name one, a different one. One who actually shares my given name, and I could write a ten-page essay on the impact of that fact alone, and if they continue to overtake my every free thought much longer, I imagine I will. I dont know how ive gone this long without mentioning them. 

{this is humiliating to admit this shit, and if they ever find this i will kms about it. but documenting something so vital to my day-to-day is more important than the shame.} 

I’ll make this clear here and now, I have no idea of their thoughts or feelings or intentions about me. None at all. I’m too autistic for any hints and they’re too autistic for me to read like I can read neurotypical people. I’m as in the dark as anybody else reading this; hell probably even more so. 

There was no connection upon first contact like ive had before. Outside of their name, they did not cross my sightline for at least two weeks after meeting them my first day. It’s the way they naturally grew on me, and the way I feel like I grew on them. 

Maybe I just romanticize everything about them. Wouldn’t be the first time, won’t be the last. Maybe in the time lost between then and now fades the lines too much, i dont know. 

But also, maybe its the way ive never met a person who fits that weird, awkward mold of a person who could potentially pull me out of this. (again, running off the last post that it still is nearly impossible anyway). Even physically, they look almost exactly alike, its freaky. Its like theyve just brought this imaginary figure alive, with a face easier to remember, a smile I couldnt lose for years, eyes ive lost myself in the memory itself in the fresher days. 

Its the way that i could pick them apart at the seams, even five months later. All the little things, in all the ways I could never find a way to pick apart in those ive loved over the years, i could so easily in them. in the “what do you love about them” ways i never could believe in the answers ive given, let alone find believable ones. I found them in this person, somehow. 

Their laugh, the joy and terror at the same time. The way they looked at me, I always felt seen. I felt known, and as terrifying the thought always has been, for once it didnt hold so much weight, like maybe I could learn how to carry it. 

The way they looked at me. God, what I would give to have that evidence. It happened only once, and only for a brief few seconds, but god knows the way it stopped me in my tracks. I’m a pro at hiding, but I dont know if they may have believed what I hid it behind that day; if they had even been able to in that moment. Tunnel vision, two ways, that moment. Hell knows what they were looking for in those boxes or what question I asked, but damn do I carry that moment in me with hope, hope for what exactly im unsure, but hope nonetheless. 

~

They were friendly. always were, even when clearly overwhelmed or angry. No matter who was around, no matter where, they regarded me only with kindness. Maybe it was because I was one of the only who didnt look down on them, maybe they wanted to make a friend in me, maybe for other reasons. For as little as I knew, I still felt that I always understood them. I saw them trying, I saw them struggling. At times, they reminded me a lot of myself, for many reasons of many versions of me over the years. I envied the ways they reminded me of myself in younger years, when I would’ve taken their friendliness in stride. Then again, they wouldn’t have liked who I was then, for all my own reasons. Maybe just three or four years ago then, before things got really bad. Maybe I would’ve accepted their friendship. Maybe I would’ve made advances. Maybe not, at the same time. I’ve always been a coward. 

“no new friends“ got in the way. All of it, got in the way. I’ve never questioned these decisions or second-guessed dropping them until I knew this person. A person worthy of breaking the rules for. A person I likely will never know any further. A person I will carry for a long time, if not the rest of this time. The big ‘what if‘, a symbol for the biggest ‘what if’ i’d never know. What life I could’ve lived, if life had been better. Then again, if life had been better I likely never would have known them. Unless life offers me a way out of this path, I will never know the answers. 

This sucks. All of it sucks, of course, but especially this. Im not saying what I wanted to say, I dont even know what I exactly want to say, just that I have to try. I don’t want to easily forget this impact. 

I’m sorry for the times I seemed disinterested. I did everything I could to dance the line perfectly, “friendly so that you know I like you as a person, though I want no friendship, but none of its your fault”, I think would be the easiest way to describe how I interacted with them. 

I guess if they are reading this, I’m sorry this is so stupid and meaningless and cringey. I’ll hate myself for writing this. I already do. I imagine you’ve forgotten about me by this point, definitely lost all interest if there was any to begin with. 

I’m sorry I’m not good with words. I’m sorry I couldn’t be well enough to try. You deserve better. You deserve all the good in the world. Anybody I could have potentially loved deserves far more than I could ever offer them. That is a rule I have lived by for a few years now. I’m sorry I couldn’t say this to you. 

Writing is all I know. 

[salfishersimp2]

Okay hold up this could actually fix something ive been thinking about (i got excited and wrote too much and only 1/4 of it relates to the original post so there's a little TL;DR thing at the end if u wanna jump to that)

Yk the relationship chart with the ATLA team where each member has a relationship with each other? (I cant find it right now) It basically shows how they all had one-on-one time with the others, ending up where they have some sort of relationship with the other members, these being romantic (Aang-Katara), familial (Katara-Sokka) or friendship (Zuko's and Toph's with all members, and Aang with Sokka). So if two members are alone with each other at some point their interactions wont be awkward, since they already have a nicely established dynamic

Anyway, where i'm trying to get is, i was rewatching some episodes in the first season, and i realized that while there are a lot of meaningful relationships, the voltron team (Shiro, Lance, Keith, Hunk, Pidge and Allura) (sorry Coran) would benefit from building individual relationships, since i feel that when you're saving the universe and all its essential to actually be friends with the people living next to you 24/7. The thing is, i tried to think of their one-on-one dynamics and it was really hard to see some of them working together, like if they were all hanging out after dinner or something and at some point only two were still in the living room very few would be able to keep a converstation going without it becoming an awkward silence in little to no time; or if two of them ran into each other in the kitchen it would mostly be a "say hi get what you came for and go do your thing" kind of situation

Very vague examples i know but let me show you what I'm getting at

I've watched voltron maybe 3 times and how i remember their dynamics is kind of like this:

Shiro-Keith: mentor-mentee relationship, imo they're almost like brothers, or friends who care deeply about each other (i know some of you ship them, i don't see it that way but i completely understand it, my point still stands, even if the kind of relationship changes depending on who you ask)

Shiro-Allura: i don't remember seeing them interact much, but since they're both co-leaders of the team (allura with the castle and shiro being the black paladin) i imagine they spend a lot of time together planning stuff, still i feel thats not enough to build a meaningful friendship, like one of them goes missing the other would probably be mostly tactical about it (it goes both ways, not to say they don't care about each other but yk)

Shiro-Lance: while i think lance looks up to him as a hero sometimes, besides the whole leader thing there's not much to talk on how much shiro cares about lance to talk to him outside of their job or the group

Maybe my memory is foggy but i think we've never seen shiro with hunk or pidge that much? Probably bc of how little the writers focused on pidge and hunk during the later seasons (we honestly needed more than just family-balmera-cooking and family-olkari-science, it kinda sucked how they left the characters' life and development after that)

Keith-Allura: they had that whole thing of going away together in a pod to see if zarkon was tracking the castle bc of them, and that almost-romance they hinted at, i guess that counts as a relationship?

Keith-Pidge: i honestly don't remember seeing them talk to each other in any important way that could tell us about their relationship

Keith-Hunk: as i said i was rewatching the first episodes of season 1, we see them laughing and talking to each other at the party in episode 5 i think? I found that very cute and it makes sense for them to have that dynamic, i believe they kept that relationship through the years fighting with voltron. Keith's obliviousness (which sometimes even looks like apathy) to people's feelings and hunk's easy-going honesty are very nice when paired together

Keith-Lance: rivals to friends with friendly banter (i am obviously restraining myself to not talk about the bonding moment but their relationship (whichever kind u want, canon or not) is so obvious it barely needs words to describe it, which should be the case with all of them, sadly it aint)

Lance-Allura: the flirting from lance since first season really shaped their relationship, their romantic relationship at the end was really good, i have my complaints and it definitely needed more development but this isnt about that

Lance-Hunk: THEY ARE BEST FRIENDS. Literally goals. Srsly tho we see how they're friends even in the garrison, after fighting constantly side by side and sharing years of their lives together their friendship only got stronger, i'm sure

Lance-Pidge: They were also already friends in the garrison, even if lance was a bit nosy and was much more interested in parties than pidge they were good friends, being part of the same team both then and when they were in voltron was a big part of it, but they're still really good friends (almost if not to the same level as lance-hunk) outside of it and i think thats so very important, their bond got stronger after the garrison too, imo best friends rn

Pidge-Hunk: they're also besties your honor, they really work so well when together. Plotting, gossiping, sharing interests, having fun, helping one another? Also goals

Anyway, lance-pidge-hunk bestfriend trio

I dont even know how pidge and hunk interact with allura tbh

Okay i think i covered everything, now FINALLY getting to talk about what op said

Them bonding over their family experiences?? Absolutely perfect. It would make their individual relationships so much better considering all the dynamics that could come from it

If they had done that in the show i'm sure the way they talk and act around each other would make it all so much more meaningful than just having them work as a leader and the ones they lead, which goes pretty much with everything allura, shiro and keith are focused on most of the time

Plus the comfort they would have after bonding over that? The families of all the members are important pieces of their lives, if used the right way in story-telling it can become the most important trait of the entire group as one. And the trust that would come with it from sharing that part of themselves with the whole team at some level is incredible

TL;DR the whole team would benefit from bettering their individual relationships with each other and bonding over their families is possibly the best way to fix that, barely leaving any place for superficial interactions and feelings on the importance of everybody there

ok ik i've been dead (im on vacation now yay!!) BUT!!!! listen. allura and pidge and their sort of found family dynamic yeah (bc pidge lost their family and allura lost hers as well and they sort of bond over not having that sort of comfort together and find that in each other....) u can add keith into the mix bc he never really had a family or atleast hasnt for a long time and BAM found family dynamic OOOGH they make me sick.

i just love pidge having familial dynamics w the paladins and keith and lance and hunk being like brothers to them but also allura being like the sister they never had .... UGH

[thatharringrovehoe]

Thinking of a Steve who's a total virgin when Billy propositions him for a casual hook up. Like, all the king Steve bullshit? It was just that. Bullshit. Just alot of smoke and mirrors backed up by the rich boy benefits. In this AU he never even hooked up with Nancy when they dated. But Steve is crushing hard and Billy is so hot and his last relationship fell apart because he wasn't ready to get physical, so he figures 'Fuck it, I can do this'. Only when Billy pulls up to his driveway, Steve is a nervous wreck. He wants to have sex with Billy, he does! But he's so inexperienced and Billy is from California, beautiful and tan with a girl hanging off his arm every other night. Steve's pulse is thumping in his neck, palms sweaty enough he has to wipe them on his jeans every few minutes. When the doorbell rings, Steve jumps a foot in the air. And Jesus, Billy looks like sin when he opens the door, smelling like spicy cologne and leather and Steve is going to pass out. Billy starts to notice something is off about the time he pulls Steve to straddle his lap on the couch. He's shaking under Billy's hands, and not entirely in a good way, breathing just this side of panicked. And okay, Billy isn't an asshole, he can tell when someone has changed their mind. Doesn't want to sound like a bitch about the whole thing when he sighs.

"Look, no pressure Harrington. We don't have to do this."

Steve's eyes snap up to meet his, pupils blown out black but still looking scared.

"What? No! I want to, I swear! I'm just uh. Nervous. I guess."

And alright, that's fair, this is Indiana after all. Billy was already kind of expecting to take the lead tonight. Runs his hands soothingly across the tops of Steve denim clad thighs.

" 'S alright baby. We can take it slow."

Because underneath it all, Steve is obviously interested, the hard outline of his dick through his jeans a testament to that. But there still seems to be a piece to this that Billy is missing.

"Steve, you have to tell me what's wrong if we're gonna do this. I don't like being someone's regret in the morning."

A blush spreads across Steve's cheeks all the way down the collar of his pollo, ears a bright and telling pink. Steve looks to the side, chewing his bottom lip fat and red, hands clenched tight in Billy's shirt like a lifeline. He mumbles so quiet Billy wouldn't have even thought he'd spoken if he wasn't looking for it.

"Gotta speak up Bambi. Use your big boy voice."

Billy's hoping for levity, but the joke falls flat, leaving an awkward tension in the room that stretches and stretches.

"I'm uhm. I-... Fuck, okay, you can't laugh."

Billy can feel a smirk curling without his permission, but the look Steve shoots him makes him pause. Steve looks serious, jaw clenched and ticking. The "or I'll kick you out" goes unspoken but heavily implied.

"Alright pretty boy, scouts honor" Billy traces his finger in an 'x' over his heart. "I promise."

Steve takes a deep breath, and proceeds to shatter Billy's entire fucking brain.

"I'm a virgin."

Its like throwing a drum of gasoline onto a campfire, heat roaring from Billy's gut to the tips of his fingers and toes. He wishes his God damn dick had given him more time to say something appropriate, something sensitive, before it kicks hard underneath Steve's ass.

Billy doesn't even need a mirror to know that Steve isn't the only one blushing now.

"Okaaay. And that's...a problem?"

By the look on Steve's face, he sure seems to think so. Which definitely tracks, because why would a pretty thing like Steve Harrington want his first time to be with someone like Billy?

"I want to do this, Billy. I just. I don't know what I'm doing. I wanna make it good for you, but-... I'm afraid I'm gunna mess it up."

Billy can relate to that last part, considering he feels two seconds away from blowing his load with a virgin Steve Harrington in his god damn lap. He takes Steve's trembling hands in his own before he speaks.

"Steve, baby. We could literally just sit here and watch a movie and I'd be good with that. You're not gonna mess anything up."

Steve's back to biting his lip, looking at Billy with cautious hope from under floppy brown hair. It's unkempt from how much Steve has been nervously running his hand through it. Billy feels affection tingle through his chest in a sudden rush.

Steve shifts in his lap and it has Billy throwing his head back in a hiss, hitting the couch with a thunk. When he looks back up, Steve is grinning. It's a little wobbly, a little unsure, but genuine. He leans in slow, and when their lips connect it reminds Billy of eating pop rocks on the beach back home. Tingly and warm and so so sweet. Steve pulls back first, Billy leaning forward to chase the taste he knows he'll be craving until the day they put him in the ground.

"Take me to bed Hargrove"

Billy smiles something wicked, tongue between his teeth. In a flash, he's standing with Steve's legs wrapped around his waist, already on his way to carry Steve up the stairs.

"That I can do, pretty boy"