#Biggie Muffins

[dgf2099]

The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Scheme Grades-August 31, 2024

By David G. Firestone Austin Cindric #2 Menards/Tarkett Ford Mustang-Same scheme as last year, same A grade. Josh Berry #4 eero Ford Mustang-Bold look, good color scheme, great look, gets an A. Brad Keselowski #6 King’s Hawaiian Soft Pretzel Bites Ford Mustang-Great color scheme, awful design scheme, this gets a C. Denny Hamlin #11 FedEx Cares Toyota Camry-Blue on white works, white on blue…

[lecsainz]

BEEN MINE

request: that one where you and charles have been friends since childhood and end up together

pairings: charles leclerc x friend!f1driver!reader

authors note: It was a request from a while ago, and it was in my drafts, so I decided to finish it, but I couldn't find the request box 😭

✩. . . masterlist !

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yourinstagram week of tests and a bit of my veryyyy boring holidays for you guys.

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ynismylife can't wait to see you racing this season

danielricciardo gonna kick some butts, girl!

⤷ yourinstagram I'll kick yours, danny!

⤷ danielricciardo oh, don't even

tswift the best of the grid

yourmom so proud of you my little baby

⤷ yourinstagram love you ❤️

⤷ landonorris “little baby” 😂

⤷ yourinstagram shut up, head square

landonorris still can't believe you ditched me to team up with max.

⤷ yourinstagram what can I say, lando, I love energy drinks! 😝

⤷ landonorris just smuggle some to my garage, we're good

⤷ yourinstagram deal!

⤷ landonorris 🤝

mcslaren her in the RBR uniform is gonna be the death of me.

⤷ monzaaaaa she must look smoking hot

charles_leclerc see you on the track, Y/N/N

⤷ yourinstagram ready to eat dust, leclerc?

⤷ charles_leclerc I never, but you...

⤷ yourinstagram we'll see, charles, we'll see.

redbullracing check out our new driver! we're thrilled to have you on the team, Y/N!

f1girly SHE IS SO MY WIFE

⤷ ynmine no she is MINE

maxverstappen1 can't wait to go for a run together, mate!

⤷ yourinstagram same here max.

⤷ 44hamiton not max calling her a mate 😭

yourinstagram - 4hrs ago

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yourinstagram definitely wasn't my best race, but hey, I made it to the podium! yeah, I'm gonna copy my grid mates, a.k.a. lando and daniel, and post more random pics. nah, I'm never making an insta for this; I always forget the password I set.

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charles_leclerc y/n, you gotta be kidding me with this pic!

⤷ yourinstagram but it's your bestie's best shot!

⤷ charles_leclerc I hate you, stinker

⤷ yourinstagram you're the stinker, percival

vsttapen RBR on 🔝!

landonorris since when do you remember anything?

⤷ yourinstagram lando, I just forgot your birthday, no biggie

⤷ landonorris NO BIGGIE????

foryn I'm just loving Y/N's era in red bull

yourbestie miss you 😢

⤷ yourinstagram me too sweetheart 😭

charles_leclerc since when do you root for the lakers, muffin?

⤷ yourinstagram always have.

⤷ charles_leclerc not gonna comment

⤷ yourinstagram boring 😑

danielricciardo when? where? and why did you take this pic of me?

⤷ yourinstagram I've got way more where that came from, danny.

⤷ danielricciardo y/n, you're scaring me

ferrariclub Y/N dropping a bunch of memes for us was just what I needed

lewishamilton we gotta set up a playdate for roscoe and [your dog name]

⤷ yourinstagram OMG! we need that, lew.

sebastianvettel you had an awesome race, kiddo!

⤷ yourinstagram thanks, seb ❤️

lecciardo we need posts like this every week!

maxverstappen1 should've posted a pic of us on the podium, mate.

⤷ yourinstagram couldn't find any good ones 😭

⤷ maxverstappen1 what do you mean?

⤷ yourinstagram charles_leclerc was photobombing like crazy.

⤷ charles_leclerc why am I still your friend?

⤷ yourinstagram cause you love me.

⤷ landonorris friend?

⤷ yourinstagram yeah, just a friend, lando!

ynandcharles I'm dying from this comment thread.

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charles_leclerc you are the best thing that's ever been mine

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yourinstagram and every time I look at you, it's like the first time

ynfirst the caption 😭😭😭

landonorris finally, you guys spilled the beans, I couldn't hold onto this anymore.

⤷ yourinstagram the first time you kept a secret!

⤷ danielricciardo HOW DID LANDO KNOW AND I DIDN'T

⤷ landonorris DON'T WANNA KNOW, DANIEL (I accidentally caught them both in the act, traumatized to this day 🤮)

f1gossip I TOLD YOU!!!!

carlossainz55 can I be the wedding godfather, lovebirds?

⤷ yourinstagram of course!

⤷ charles_leclerc yes!

⤷ landonorris can I be too?

⤷ yourinstagram NO

sainzmyluv my folks

arthur_leclerc congrats! and officially welcome to the leclerc family, yourinstagram

⤷ yourinstagram thanks arth ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc you seemed more hyped when we told you

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh cmon I am the fan number 1 of yncharles!

hrryswif them being a swiftie couple >>>>>

maxverstappen1 I couldn't stand Y/N talking about charles all day, and now it's going to be even worse.

⤷ yourinstagram MAX! I don't talk about him all the time

⤷ maxverstappen1 YES, YOU DO.

lorenzotl Y/N dating the rival, christian won't like that very much...

⤷ yourinstagram I'm going to steal ferrari's strategies 😎

⤷ charles_leclerc I knew there was something behind it

⤷ yourinstagram LOVE, WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN!

yourmom pascal and I always knew you two would end up together

⤷ pascal_leclerc we'll have to rethink our plans for their wedding.

⤷ yourinstagram oh no

⤷ charles_leclerc MOM, WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED DATING PROPERLY YET.

⤷ pascal_leclerc it's never too early to have everything planned, dear

yourbestie yourinstagram, you sneaky! why didn't you tell me, but you make a HOT couple

⤷ yourinstagram calling you now, bitch

[senshis-tenshi]

Eilidh [ˈe.lɪ] ; Gaelic name meaning "Radiant One".

【 Eilidh or Ellie ; Soju (for close friends) ⋆ she/her ⋆ biromantic & fictosexual 】

This is my Self Ship and Comfort Blog ! I mainly post F/O related thoughts, gushing, imagines, and occasionally Hyperfixation related stuff !

⤷ Dating Senshi of Izganda since June 2024 🍽️

More about my S/I's species !

Other F/Os include (but are not limited to) ⤷ Varric Tethras (Dragon Age) ➸ Jan. 2022 ; ⤷ Cassandra Pentaghast (Dragon Age) ➸ Aug. 2022 ; ⤷ Nathan Explosion (Metalocalypse) ➸ Oct. 2023 ; ⤷ Wamuu (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ➸ May 2024 ; ⤷ Immortan Joe (Mad Max) ➸ June 2024 ; ⤷ Thistle (Dungeon Meshi) ➸ August 2024 ; (platonic) ⤷ Nux (Mad Max) ➸ August 2024 ;

I'm okay with sharing !

If you're uncomfortable sharing, I'm not mad if you block me or avoid me! But please be respectful, there is a human being behind this blog. Thank you !! :3

F/O Tags :

✧ Senshi‘s Tag -> 🍽 - full stomach; full heart ✧ Thistle's Tag -> 🎭 - i put a spell on you ✧ Varric‘s Tag -> 📚 - terrible romance novel ✧ Cassandra‘s Tag -> ⚔️ - knight in shining armor ✧ Nathan‘s Tag -> 🌊 - deep as the sea ✧ Wamuu’s Tag -> 🍃 - a leaf in the wind ✧ Joe’s Tag -> 🛞 - shiniest of treasures ✧ Nux’ Tag -> 🔧- eyes like a car crash

S/I and OC Tags :

✧ oc tag / muffin time -> Eilidh the Endosiren (Dungeon Meshi S/I) ✧ oc tag / clipped wings -> Valorin (Dungeon Meshi OC) ✧ oc tag / kobold energy -> Sheedo Ferai (Dungeon Meshi OC) ✧ oc tag / death angel -> Elysea Cadash (Dragon Age S/I) ✧ oc tag / lemon cheesecake -> Sharron Hawke (Dragon Age OC) ✧ oc tag / roaring tides -> Elise Navidad (Metalocalypse S/I) ✧ oc tag / golden cage -> Chantilly Hausner (JJBA OC) ✧ oc tag / unwithering weed -> Damna Moore / Passion Fingers (Mad Max OC) ✧ oc tag / dollface -> Chahna (Mad Max OC) ✧ oc tag / stained porcelain -> Emmelin the Grateful (Mad Max OC)

I self ship as a coping mechanism and as a result of maladaptive daydreaming! I'm on the AuDHD spectrum, I have BPD and a somatic symptom disorder <- Perhaps misdiagnosed???

Things I enjoy: Repetitive Tasks, RPGs and Simulators, Writing and Drawing (occasionally), Animal Crossing, Sylvanian Families / Calico Critters, Sanrio (Hello Kitty and Kuromi in particular), soft and gooey textures, pink things, cleaning, chocolate, coffee, stormy weather, horror movies and games, playing with my cats and caring for my snails Currently fixated on: Dungeon Meshi ; Animal Crossing ; Mad Max: Fury Road + Furiosa; Dragon Age Series Special Interests: Psychology, Medicine, Snails, Names, Herbs and Spices, Horror Movies (Body Horror, Survival Horror)

I refuse to participate in any kind of discourse. I steer away from drama if I can. I don't mind if you participate in discourse as long as you don't drag me into it !

I don‘t have a DNI per se, but I would rather not have supporters of any hateful ideology follow me (racism, homophobia, biphobia, fatphobia, ableism, etc...). I would also prefer you to be 18+ ; since I'm over 18 myself. But if you're not, it's no biggie and I don't want you gone, just stay safe out there ♥

I'm very extroverted and I love, love, love making new friends, so if you want to talk to me or just show me a cool rock you found - please do!! If we're mutuals, we're friends now and I'm handing you one of my snails like a sandwich if you want that /aff ✧ Discord︱peachflavored_marshmallow

See you!🍀

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[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

part 18.

"What the hell happened to your head, child?" the man asked as he walked up to the counter.

my hand flew to the stitches on my head, "i fell, no biggie." i smiled, "what can i get you, sir?"

he raised his eyebrow, "Can i just get a chocolate muffin, please?"

"coming right up." i turned my back to him as i went to the case with other baked goods.

the gash in my forehead has begun to look better and hurt less. my crust around it had eventually disappeared, and the deep cut was finally healing. i hadn't realized until Johnnie pointed it out the other day as we were sitting in the living room eating takeout. i had become more confident, not feeling as embarrassed with the stitches in my head.

as i prepared the small white paper bag, the bell rang as someone walked in. "Welcome," i greeted, not turning to see who it was.

"Hey," Johnnies tired voice replied. my mood brightened immediately, putting a smile on my face.

whenever i turned back to the man to give him his muffin, my gaze switched to Johnnie for a split second. he was holding a small bouquet containing 3 red roses. my heart skipped a beat as i became more curious. the man paid for his muffin, thanked me, and left.

Johnnie walked up to the counter, handing me the flowers. "i know this is probably a bad time," he grinned, a blush growing on his face, "but i couldn't find a better time before Valentine's Day."

i held the flowers, looking down at them with happy tears forming in my eyes. i looked back at Johnnie, "You don't understand how much this means to me."

"Well, i was wondering if you wanted to go on a date," he smiled softly, "you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Are you asking me to be your valentine?" i teased. i felt like i had just run a marathon and finally got water, like all of my worries related to Johnnie had disappeared.

"Maybe." he joked.

"Of course," i set the flowers down next to my coat and purse. i walked around the counter and hugged Johnnie tight, not wanting to let go. he rubbed my back gently as i felt his heart beating fast. it eventually slowed, and i pulled away.

i walked into the house quietly, making sure not to wake Mama Bear. i walked into johnnies room, wondering why he wasn't in bed. i sat on the bed, tossing my bag and apron on the floor next to me. i quickly changed into basketball shorts and the same shirt he had given me all those nights ago.

i picked up the flowers off of the desk and walked into the kitchen. i searched for a vase, eventually finding a small, cylindrical one. it was perfecy for the roses. i cut the stems diagonally and put them in the water.

after i set them on the desk, out of the view of his streaming camera, i sat back down on the bed and pulled out my phone.

the bedroom door creaked open, revealing johnnie. "Hey, jo-" i stopped mid sentence, my eyes scanning over his body. he had a stained white towel wrapped around his waist, simultaneously catching the water dripping down off of his hair onto his torso. it was the first time i had seen him without some sort of makeup. i took an extra second to admire his face.

"shit, sorry. i didn't know you were home yet." he scrambled to get his clothes before going back to the bathroom. i stayed silent.

home. i repeated the word over in my mind. was i overthinking it, or does he really think this is my home now, too?

[the-autistic-cat-queen]

My thoughts and feelings. 21/08/2024

Does anyone else who is autistic struggle to go outside without having their comfort items?

For a very long time going outside used to cause me lot of anxiety, so when ever I would go out, I would find myself wanting to return home at the quickest possible time.

In fact there was a period in my life that I didn't leave the house for over 3 months and maybe only went out in total about 20 times in 3 years.

When I became close to my good friend, (you knows who you are), I noticed that she would always take comfort items out with her, I always thought that if I did something like this, that people would give me funny looks, maybe make fun of me or even laugh at me. As you see, well I'm now in my 40s

But seeing how much comfort they gave her and how much more she was able to leave the house. it made me think. Why do I even care what people think, after all, if they don't like me, oh well, it's no real biggy.

Prior to this I had bought myself some cat ears many many years ago, well I thought to myself, you know what, I'm going to wear them.

So just like that, I decided to put them on my head and go outside. (With my partner of course). I was brave but I was no goddess yet. (After all, we are all goddesses in our own right. You just need to have a little self love and a little bit of confidence).

Anyway to get to the point, I started taking some of my comfort things out the house with me (including my new / technically old cat ears) When doing this I felt a lot more confident, I felt a lot more myself. But more importantly I felt happy on the inside.

Well yesterday, we were in such a rush to get to town, as we knew if we were any later the sandwich shop that we loved would close, (as it closes at 4pm you see) and we had only just started getting ready around 3pm. Well anyway, we had rushed so much that I totally forgotten my comfort items, it was only when we were at the bus stop that I noticed I didn't bring them with me.

Now feeling a little uneasy (but at least i still had my cat ears on) we decided to get on the bus, the moment we got to town we instantly went to the sandwich shop, which we then bought ourselves a large baguette to share. We then headed to the nearest gift shop which was less than a minutes walk away and I bought myself this beautiful wee me to you hedgehog which is part of the blue nose collection.

I instantly felt a lot calmer and a lot more myself, isn't it strange that in order to feel more relaxed I now need a comfort item. I do wonder if this could be seen as unhealthy behavior, you know kind of using comfort items as a crutch, but then I think, oh wait, life is short and I honestly don't care. they make me happy, and life is about being happy right? (Well if it isn't, it should be). At least it is for me. Finding happiness in things I feel is so important.

I guess my question is, does anyone else enjoy taking comfort items outside and if so do you feel lost without them?

Also since wearing my cat ears (which I wear everytime I go out) people are always complimenting me and saying nice things, like "oh I love your ears", they are so adorable. (which to be honest) always makes me feel good about myself and glad that I continue to keep choosing to wear them.

Here is the hedgehog I just bought and also some of my other comfort items.

My wee hedgehog. (I've still yet to give them a name)

My wee hedgehog wearing my glasses.

Here is my highland cow with my cat Cookie. Their name is Dilly Daisy Cupcake.

Here is Dilly Daisy Cupcake wearing my glasses.

Here is my Tatty Teddy / Me to You bear called Muffin (I bought them to represent my autism).

Here is Muffin again, this time with a couple of my Sylvanian families.

Here is another one of my Me to You bears. Their name is TeKo. (Their name is inspired after my good friend and partner).

And last but not least, here is another one of TeKo, this time with a little red panda that my best friend bought me. (They also are needing a cute little name).

[gamchawizzy]

Hey, what is the Church AU for your characters? 👀

OHOH, this is one of my more fav AUs of the fishies!!

In which Neviss is the kind priest in the small Catholic church of Sant-Climent, in a small boring town. Everyone thinks of him a saint and the nicest person ever, helping old ladies cross the streets, feeding the strays, organising so many fundraisers for the community...all that jazz.

Mary, on the other hand, is an atheist and a bit of a rebellious girl! So everyone was pleasantly surprised to see that she's started to go to church - as Father Nev's assistant! She seemed to be on the way to being just a no-good nobody, but it's so nice that Father Nev took her in.

Except she also knows his biggest secret - Father Nev's a vampire 😳

Nev has no qualms about her knowing it. After all, who would believe her? But Mary has other plans, which was to keep asking him to turn her LMAO. She's had enough of being the weak girl that so many guys took advantage of. She wants to be strong, immortal, able to do everything she wanted to do instead of rotting in this small boring town.

Obviously Nev said no, because vampirism is just as much a curse as it had its perks. It was a lonely existence full of unneeded urges and grief. A selfish condition he's had to live with for so many lifetimes, and he wasn't about to inflict that on poor Mary.

So Mary, stubborn girl she is, decides to just become his assistant! The church is very understaffed and Nev is terrible with admin work - which, coincidentally, something Mary was very good at. Sorting things, scheduling, all those papers and meetings and phone calls were something that came naturally to her! She took some sort of business or accounting class back in catholic college but got kicked out for dealing weed LOL

Her plan really was to become his familiar, and have Nev trust her enough that he'll have to turn her eventually! Which Nev is fully aware of and he's like, "okay sure I'll think about it" (very vague non-promise because he still thinks it's a bad idea)

Life's fairly quiet for a while! Mary finds out why Nev's able to get by without preying on the townies (All those church sponsored blood drives every few months, they donate most of it to the local hospitals and blood banks but a good bit of it is left behind for Nev to get his fix). Their biggest problem is mostly because that town is used as a detour for tourists and truckers, so outsiders tend to pass by regularly! Sometimes if those outsiders are disruptive to the peace of the town, or harmful to the residents...well, Nev doesn't have much of a problem disposing them 😳

Ducek is a supernatural hunter! But his day job is manning the lakeside camping grounds and fishing spot that his grandfather left him. He moved in quite recently and immediately tried to kill Nev LOL

He's also a werewolf! But that's mostly because of a hunting accident when he was still training. It's no biggie because he takes medicine for it :] His feud with Nev is really more of just because he was trained to end these creatures and not at all related to his own condition.

Mary is very indifferent to their fights and just steps aside because it's pretty stupid. She's on good terms with Ducek and often helps bake the muffins they serve at the Sunday lunch that he likes so much.

Eventually Ducek and Nev become begrudgingly non-hostile towards each other after Mary dragged Ducek to help save Nev from dying from a poisonous assassination attempt by another hunter. Now they just spend their days trying to wrangle the nosy church ladies, hide bodies of horrid people and malicious hunters, writing the homilies, avoiding hellish portals from opening in the town, and organising all sorts of projects and keeping the church strays fed!

Maybe one day Mary might get her wish, but for now, everyone can take their time :) The town and the days are slow, might as well enjoy the work 🙏

A few notes:

Christian things do not affect Nev specifically. Other vampires are, though - just an extra perk of having been ordained before he turned. He'll be affected by other non-Christian ways of warding vampires off though. Any vampires Nev may sire will also be able to resist it but not entirely. (Ex. Holy water won't burn them, but they will get weaker or fatigued) No one really knows what'll happen to him in the afterlife.

Ducek came from a long line of hunters. His grandfather Kain was the last hunter that stayed in the town.

Mary has a dumb DUMB puppy crush on Nev after a year or two and she refuses to talk about it because who tells their priest they have a crush on them 😭😭😭 Although she and Ducek started dating after that! Nev sort of figured out she was into him because her heartbeat kept pounding impossibly fast every time she was alone with him HJDJKGFHSJDKGHSD

Ducek is constantly nudging his goilfwend to just come clean to Nev about it (and also accidentally exposing his own developing crush on Nev in the process)

So yanno. funny poly couple where the priest is ALSO getting kissed 😏

Also a fun bit about this is that it's called the church au, but only Nev is Catholic 😭 (Mary is atheist/ex-catholic, and Ducek is non practising Jewish)

This was actually very fun to write, I haven't talked abt my OCs in a while! Thank you for asking, Katy <33

[thechaosfriends]

So you know Muffin's immortal now. No biggie. But HOW did that happen? Let's turn back the clock a bit to the day before our dysfunctional family arrived, with a certain scientist and his quest to not do his job at all. Read it now on Webtoon AND Tapas!

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Ooooh it's WIP Wednesday and this is a bad idea

Look, this fic was SO FUN to write, and there are two different paths for a sequel, and I'm kinda writing them both?

It's John Doe's fault for introducing the concept of alternate timelines in the beginning of Malevolent.

ANYWAY. Writing the bad parts now. The dark ending. It ain't pretty.

This is what you get for encouraging a self-indulgent writer to just go for broke.

I can promise a happy ending, at least?

Spoilers for the entirety of The Magnus Archives, Malevolent up to 29, and of course, my crazy indulgent fic, I Prefer My Heart To Be Broken.

TW: some VERY dark thoughts in here, including the edges of suicidal ideation.

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“Oh, oh, oh, there’s my favorite coconut cream pie. Come on, come on, let me see you.” Kayne’s tone is dismissive, light, exactly the opposite of how Martin appears.

Martin, who has stepped out of a hole in the air. Martin, whose hair is silver, and whose eyes are silver. Who wears a long, gray trench coat, and looks at Kayne as though everything - including Kayne - is completely beneath him.

Except that Martin then drops his gaze - not much, just no longer making eye contact.

Kayne smiles, but it is neither warm nor encouraging. “You did solid work, kid. Just fine. Two billion dead in your wake as of… right… now. That’s good even for you.”

Martin looks at him again, completely expressionless. “Can I go?”

“No, no, not yet. I wanna talk. Next one’s a biggie. Switch it off, cupcake.”

Martin does nothing. Continues looking at the floor.

Kayne peers closer.

“What? I’m listening.” Martin stands, ramrod straight, lips slightly turned down.

“Mm,” says Kayne. “Was my request not clear?"

“Fuck off, Kayne,” Martin mutters, though it’s not exactly at him. “I want to go to bed.”

Kayne narrows his eyes. “Switch it off, muffin. Now.”

“There’s nothing to switch off. I’m tired. Please let me go.”

Kayne circles him.

Whatever else Martin is, whatever he’s become, he knows not to storm off or outright defy.

He’s learned.

“Can you turn it off, sweet thing?”

“Sure. After sleep and food, probably.”

“You’re still using the accent.”

Martin’s jaw clenches.

Kayne stops in front of him. 

Martin won’t meet his eyes; keeps his gaze down, on the floor to the left.

“Say, ‘Thank you, my lord.’”

“For what?” Martin mutters to their shoes. 

“I fixed him up for you. He’s all healed. Eager, in your pretty little Mediterranean suite. Can’t wait to see you. I mean, it’s been three months.”

And Martin… hesitates. It’s barely a flicker, barely a moment, there and gone across his face; then he seems to harden again. “Do I have to deal with that now? I haven’t slept in two days.”

"Turn it off, Martin.”

It's never good when Kayne uses his given name.

Martin’s lips tighten.

“So... you broke? Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll give him to someone else.”

Martin shudders; it seems to be something out of his control. "I..."

“So you’ll go see him after all? Because maybe he feels like fixing this, but I really don’t. I have absolutely no use for a toy stuck on one setting.”

“I…” Martin’s expression flickers again before settling back into that hardness, that perfectly smooth cold. “I…”

“Struggling. I see, I see. Well, we have found your limit at last. You did so good, though. So I’ll make it easy. If you’re done, I kill you now. Painless. You won’t feel a fucking thing.” Lower: “But you know it won’t be quick for him.”

Martin swallows. “Please don’t hurt him.”

Kayne claps his hands. “There we go! You just saved your life! For tonight, anyway. Well, I suppose it’s time to test my theory.” He pauses. “Ask me what theory, Martin.”

“What theory?” Martin mutters, not daring to be sarcastic.

“Wouldn't you like to know?" says the asshole. "Come on.” He grabs Martin’s arm.

Martin stiffens, angling his body away, but does not try to escape the grip as he’s dragged down the wide, quiet hall.

He has never forgotten whose palace this was.

He has never forgiven the one who lived here, who built it - who has long digested in whatever Kayne has for a stomach - though right now, at this moment, that thought carries no emotional impact.

He’s been deep, deep, deep undercover for three months. It feels more natural to be in that place - where things are all of silver, and emotion is a curse - than it does to feel anything at all.

Except… something… where Jon is concerned.

Only Jon.

And there is a still, silver-plated part of himself that absolutely resents those feelings. Feelings he cannot kill.

“Here we go. Ope!” And Martin is thrown.

Stumbles, tripping over his heavy silver boots in a way he has not in what feels like a lifetime (but was only three months), and rams into a man who, to his surprise, catches him.

To a man who, when he’d left, lacked the strength to do much more than lie in bed and accept affection.

Jon. Whose eyes are bright green, and his hair is streaked with white, and his skin is dark and smooth, and his grip his firm. “Martin… what did he do to you?” he says.

Martin tries to stab him.

#

It was a panic response. Panic, based on months of existing in only one way, months of layering emotions beneath brick and mortar and steel until they could not rise to the surface and give him away.

One look at this man’s face undid it all in an instant.

And Martin is aware (in a vague, distant, screaming sense) that this attempt would absolutely have landed three months ago, and done horrible damage, and maybe killed him.

It doesn't.

The knife glances off Jon’s side, and Jon makes a face (Martin can’t read it, not right now, though he’s spent months just studying faces with all he is), and Martin makes a sound and tries again.

Jon catches his wrist. His eyes…

There is such… skin-peeling tenderness in his eyes.

It’s too much. Too deep, too knowing.

Martin makes a small, helpless sound, because he has fought not to show things, to feel things, to… anything for months, and here it all is.

“I’ve got you,” says Jon.

Martin throws his last defense up. “What, you just want to be fucked? Is that is? You’re desperate? Sure. I’ll fuck a god. What do I care?”

Jon looks…

Jon is briefly horrified. Briefly hurt. A look that, though there and gone, Martin knows is going to haunt him.

Martin cannot do this. He’s fought so hard to… to… 

“Martin,” says Jon, evenly. “What do you see?”

Oh.

Oh.

And the deep cover unravels.

Falls apart, peels like an onion, dries and cracks and sheds the protection and tension and fight that Martin has plastered on to keep himself safe and Jon safe and to sacrifice a world to keep Kayne happy.

Which he had.

And the war he left behind is gaining on him now, eating at him now, sizzling away at the skin he's used to house himself, and Martin is gasping.

“I’ve got you,” says Jon, soft, eyes unblinking, gaze unmoving, power unshakeable, and as much as Martin had just said awful things about fucking a god, he is suddenly reminded that Jon is a god, and he himself is mortal.

Jon is… 

Jon feels…

Usually, Martin comes home to Jon being completely fucked up, sometimes barely able to respond, but no, that is not even close to what’s happening today.

Jon holds him. Jon half-carries him away from the door, and starts taking off all his heavy, silvered clothing. “I’ve got you.”

“Jon?” he says, softly.

“I’m here,” says Jon. “I love you. You’re safe. With me, it’s all right. What you did… it’s done. It’s over. I have you now.”

Martin loses his shit completely, and as he sobs, the last of Kayne’s silver geas sheds away like some unneeded skin.

#

Martin lies in the bath.

It’s very hot. Steaming. Scented with things he and Jon chose together in one of their rare permitted outings, and it helps. It all helps.

Jon is… ministering to him with a washcloth, and there’s no other word for this tenderness. Slow, gentle touches, personal and patient, soothing, calming, good.

“Then what happened?” Jon says.

“They bought it.” Martin’s voice feels tired. Everything feels tired. His eyes are closed. “The long-missing prince, back from the dead. They bought it, and that meant they were stuck with the arranged marriage absolutely no one wanted, but had to follow through on, and it meant I could piss off both nations with just… with just the right pushes.” His voice breaks.

“This one was bad for you,” says Jon.

Martin scoffs a little.

“I mean… this one didn’t fit your abilities. He was an asshole to give it to you. Should’ve sent in Lava, or one of the Twins.”

Martin sighs. “I don’t think they could’ve handled it. There were too many threads to pull.”

Jon sighs through his nose. “You’re damaged.”

Martin swallows and looks at him. “I am?”

Jon’s gaze is steady, and Martin is unnerved. The green light in Jon's eyes isn’t flickering. It’s steady. Martin has never seen that before.

“I do,” says Jon. “It’s not… bad. But the edges of your soul, it… it’s like they unraveled, just a little. They’re ragged.”

“Great,” mutters Martin, shaky. “That's just great.”

“It will heal,” says Jon, and he sounds certain.

“What happened to you?” Martin says, softly. “You… are you okay?”

Jon sighs. “Better than okay. I’m fully well. Fed. Healed.”

Martin stares at him. “Why would he do that? How did he do that?”

Jon only answers the first one. “Not for my welfare, that’s for certain.”

“Fuck,” whispers Martin. Every time he thinks he’s figured out the rules, they change. “He’s not supposed to hurt you, not if I did a good job.”

Jon kisses his forehead.  “He’s got plans for tomorrow.”

“Not even a day off?” says Martin, softly. “Jon, I… I forgot… how to come back from this one.”

Silence for a moment.

“I can and always will bring you back,” Jon says evenly, washing behind his ears, down his throat.

Martin lays his head back, eyes closed. “If you can’t, I don’t… I don’t want… to stay that way.”

Jon cups his face. 

The look they share is one they’ve shared for a long time. It’s understanding. Resignation. Love.

“I won’t leave you there,” says Jon, softly. 

It is a vow, and it is such a final one.

“I don’t think he’ll let you be the one to do it,” whispers Martin. “And I can’t leave you here alone, anyway.”

“I need you to judge this if that weren’t an issue.”

Martin’s smile is tight. “Then I’d already be gone. Really not my cup of tea, all this.”

All Jon can do is kiss him. 

Martin’s tension drains as he does. Jon is unfairly good at kissing. Quiets the world, somehow, and quiets his mind.

After a while, he slides his wet fingers into Jon’s hair, against his scalp. “Why did he heal you, Jon?”

“I think it’s two things,” says Jon. “One, for whatever weird job he has for you tomorrow. I think he’s sending me with you.”

“That’s a first,” Martin says, trying not to look forward to what will probably be a horrible experience.

“Two, to emphasize how hopeless it is for us. I… Martin, I’ve never felt this good. I’m not just well.” He strokes Martin’s cheek with his thumb, and Martin can feel it - feel something, feel a buzzing, feel a trembling current of something he could never name and isn��t physical and capers past the boundaries of his soul.

Martin shivers. Oh, it feels good.

“I’m more powerful,” says Jon. “Maybe than I ever was. He did that. Just… in a day, he did that.”

Martin stares. “You could barely stay awake three months ago.”

“I was starving. Now, I’m not. And it's very… pointed. The fact is that I still couldn’t do anything to him at all, or get you out, or protect you, or anything I'd want to do with this… whatever it is.”

“Divinity,” says Martin. “Call it what it is, and you’ll have some control over it. Refuse to name it, and it’ll direct you like unseen wind in your sails.”

In answer (and it isn’t one), Jon smiles and kisses his forehead. “I have to say… while I’m glad to see you looking yourself, you’re going to be quite the silver fox someday.”

Martin snorts. “Misdirect. I won’t let you do it. Back to the topic at hand.”

“Fine. Divinity. Useless, pointless, awful divinity, which I would trade away in a heartbeat, but is evidently inescapable. Is that better?”

“Yes.” It’s Martin’s turn to cup Jon’s face. “And it’s you, so it’s good in my book. Anything that you are is good for me.”

Jon leans into the touch. “Ready to get out?”

“I’m still tasting metal, but I… yes. A bath won’t help with that.”

“What was up with all that silver, anyway?” 

Martin sighs. “They evolved differently, that world. Not exactly living metal, but sort of… incorporated? I don’t know. I didn’t have to know the science. Just had to look the part.”

And Jon lifts him right out of the bath.

So that's new.

Martin gawks at him. "What?"

“Divinity,” says Jon in the most prim, supercilious manner Martin has ever heard.

It works.

Martin laughs.

He didn’t know he could laugh, right now. He clings, half-crying, laughing for real, unable to stop. “Really? You’re suddenly beast mode?”

Jon nuzzles him. “Evidently. Kayne’s pleased. Lucky us.”

“I really don’t want to think about him right now.”

“Me, neither.” Jon dries him off, then carries him to bed.

This is a delight. In spite of everything, it's a delight. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you strong.”

“You haven’t. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I… well, I'm already very used to it.”

“Ha! I’ll bet you are.”

Jon strips and climbs into bed with him, holding him close.

Martin exhales slowly. “This is better than anything.”

“Maybe he’ll let us go together more in the future.”

“Suppose that depends on tomorrow. Whatever tomorrow is.” Martin’s tone is light, but he’s not all right.

He’s pretending to be. He’s not sure if he’s doing that for Jon, or for his own sake, pushing through.

But he’s not all right.

He had not been able to turn it off.

He hadn’t even remembered he could do it, in the moment.

He shakes.

Jon holds him close (when did he get so beautifully warm?) and strokes down his back, caressing his scalp, gentle touches in time with his breaths.

The place they lie is beautiful, and it helps. Mediterranean, Kayne called it, and it’s not, but it definitely took on the affectations. It’s light; breezy. Behind the bed, a balcony opens onto the sea, and islands sit black against the gloaming sky. 

Martin doesn’t care about tomorrow. He can’t. There’s no room left in him for it.

The only fight he has in him tonight is pushing against gratitude for Jon’s condition.

Kayne doesn’t do presents. There is no kindness. No fond generosity. This has a purpose, and it’s going to hurt.

But for tonight, at least, Martin can enjoy Jon well for the first time in… in….

“How long have we been here?” he murmurs against Jon’s head.

“Not really sure,” says Jon, then does the thing. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Eight months, three weeks, and six days.”

“That’s all?” It feels so much longer, and it hurts that it feels so much longer.

Martin can’t do this. He’s not sure how much longer he can do this.

If it were just him, getting out would be easy. Death awaits.

But it’s not just him, and neither of them know how to end Jon’s life. Whatever divinity is for him, it keeps him alive even when starving.

Kayne could kill him, sure - but not by accident. Martin will not leave Jon in those tender graces alone. He won’t.

“I don’t want to dream,” Martin murmurs.

“I won’t let you,” Jon murmurs back, because he can do that.

It is with relief Martin sinks into sleep, trusting Jon, knowing he will not have to relive a single fucking thing he’s done since this all of this landed on their head.

If only they had more time like this. Just like this.

If only they had more time.

[qwanderer]

The Saga of Me Trying To Watch the Leverage s5 Commentary (Legally) With My Mom

Okay, so for a while my family has owned one copy of “Leverage: The Complete Series” on DVD which I bought new as a present for my sister, as well as individual copies of seasons 1 through 4 which I picked up secondhand at my favorite thrift shop. We discovered pretty early on (before we found the secondhand copies) that The Complete Series disks didn’t like certain DVD players, including my parents’ DVD/BD machine, so I brought my old DVD/BD player over to my parents’ place where we watch TV on Saturdays.

This is a disk player that I bought in maybe 2012 or 2013. And it had been showing signs of its age since, oh, 2017? It sometimes likes to stop working until it can have a rest in a cool place and not be used for a while and then it works again. The last time it stopped working, maybe during s3?, I tried to play The Complete Series disks in my parents’ player again and went “oh right, that doesn’t work” so I tried the secondhand disks and they were fine, so we’ve been using their player since then. It’s also old and has been known to do things like skip, and eat disks, but since we gave it a nice airy heat-conductive muffin tin to sit on, it’s been pretty reliable.

I forgot about this whole thing until we tried to start Season 5 and the Complete Series disk, of course, still did not like that player.

I was like “No biggie, my player has probably had enough of a rest, we can switch back to that!”

That worked for about half an episode, and there were some laggy bits in there, before it stopped playing entirely.

So obviously I was like “well I will get a new disk player,” because the players were old and I thought the chances were good that a new player would have a better chance of being compatible with picky disks.

The new player arrived! I installed it! The Complete Series S5 Disk 1 completely failed to play!

(This is my mom’s second watch-through and my third, but our first with commentary. Usually we spend two weeks on an episode, commentary the first week and regular audio the next, and since we started s5 we have been listening to pirated commentary audio by itself on the first week [I feel zero bad about this, WE OWN THE DISKS] and watching the regular episode on freevee on my laptop the second week. Not getting any visuals with the commentary and getting commercials in the episode is annoying, but it’s a net pleasant experience still.)

My first reaction was, “Okay, I need some new disks,” but my search of Amazon came up with a $57 dollar option, a zone 2 copy, and not much else, so I decided to explore other avenues for a while first.

So I was like “Well if the new player isn’t working, but an older one did, I should use The Oldest Player I Have” which is the DVD drive that I pried out of the premade desktop I bought in 2008 after it died. That drive. Is. Solid. It is the most reliable disk player in my life. Possibly because it lives in a drawer most of the time because it’s annoying to set up and won’t play my blu-rays. But it laughs in the face of scratches. I tested it out with another disk and it worked fine.

Confidently, I brought it over to my parents’ place, set it up with its special powered converter cable, plugged it into my computer, and put the disk in!

Nothing happened! No good!

I considered hulking out, but ultimately thought it was time to cough up the $57 instead.

This time, when I searched, there was a nice friendly $18 option, with nothing in the description about zones, which has bit me in the ass before, but it’s $18, I figured, so I bought them. (I think the S5 search was a little wonky because the cover just says The Final Season, but they fixed it I guess.)

Today they arrived!

The player I have access to right now is my old 2008 DVD drive, so I set it up with my laptop and opened it up. The Complete Series S5 Disk 1 got forgotten in there! I set it aside and put in The Final Season Disk 1.

No good!

I tried the second disk.

Would not open!

SAD.

And then I was like, “okay, if there is something the matter that is not with the drive or the disk, what could it be? It could be a zone issue after all.”

BUT THEN I remembered that when I had done the test run before bringing the old drive to my parents’ place, I had plugged the USB cable into the LEFT USB port on my laptop, and the subsequent attempts, I had plugged it into the RIGHT USB port.

I switched the cable to the other port, and the new disks played!!!!!! YES! THEY LIVE!!!

And then I was like “If this was the problem the entire time, I am going to feel Very Silly about buying the season over again when the problem was my right-hand USB port” but I had The Complete Series S5 Disk 1 right there, because I’d accidentally left it in the drive. So I put it back in the drive!

I have never been so happy to have confirmation that something is broken. The disk did NOT play. The purchase of the new season was worthwhile! There is something more functional about the new set of disks over the old one.

Hopefully the new disks will play in at least one of the two players currently in residence at my parents’ house, but just in case, I will bring my Oldest Drive too.

And I don’t regret buying the new disk player either, because I like personally owning a machine that plays blu-rays and was manufactured this decade. And also Good Omens 2 is coming out soon and we learned with the first season that my parents’ smart TV does not get along perfectly well with Amazon Prime. I’m hoping the new player will prove its worth by doing that job better.

Wish me luck in my technological endeavors!

[critter-core]

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[ruvi-muffin]

MATT DON'T PULL MY HEART STRINGS LIKE THAT

By which i mean never stop

[so-very-small]

i wanna be a borrower bc then it’d be socially acceptable to just walk into a strangers home and take a snack

i think 5’8 borrowers are frowned upon unfortunately

[muffinrecord]

...This bit made me feel bad for her.

I really want to like Sasara but she can be pretty mean to Asuka, both here and even in Asuka’s personal story.

[mcwriting]

lab partners

Um pls be advised that I wrote Tom as a lil soft nerdy college boy and it's a lil angsty at one point but I promise it has a sweet ending :)

Ship: Soft!College!Nerd!Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2383

Warnings: some angsty vibes, cussing

Not a warning but I talk about chemistry some so sorry if you're not a chem person lol

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You shuffled through your chemistry notebook, trying to decide the most efficient way to get all of the necessary supplies before the experiment started.

That would, of course, require your lab partner to actually show up.

Tom was never actually late to the chemistry lab, but it wasn't unusual for him to show up with only a minute or so to spare.

As if on cue, he clambered through the door, taking the essentials from his backpack before stuffing it into the cubby next to yours. You pretended not to notice him as he slid onto the stool next to you.

"Mornin' sunshine," he said cheerily, setting down his gloves, goggles, and notebook. "What're you up to?"

"Just reading over my notes, as usual," you answered, closing the notebook and sliding it away from you.

"I'm hoping we can get out of this lab quickly today. Woke up late and didn't have time for breakfast," you yawned. "Hopefully they'll still have muffins at the dining hall when we're done, I'm craving banana nut."

You heard it as soon as you said it, and Tom's face lit up.

"I know of a banana with some nut you can have," he started, but you gave him a shove and quieted him.

"Shut up, you total weirdo," you laughed, hoping the other lab groups hadn't heard him. Couldn't let anyone think you and Tom actually had something going on.

Not that it mattered, but you didn't want to give off the wrong impressions. Maybe one day someone would take an interest and ask you out, excluding Tom, of course. That would be weird.

Not weird in a sense that you wouldn't say yes, though. It's just that after being lab partners for almost a year now he was just a friend and you were too close to really...

Oh forget it.

"Okay, okay." Tom conceded, hands raised. "But seriously, there is a granola bar in my bag if you want to eat it after we get the lab started. I'll watch the stuff and you can go in the hall."

You grinned. He may be an idiot, but at least he was a sweet one.

Really, though, he wasn't that much of an idiot. Not in the booksmarts sense. He definitely knew his stuff when it came to all of the concepts you'd learned.

More often than not it was you going to him to ask how to do certain problems or compare homework answers.

He was especially good with titrations, the experiment you were doing today.

You prepared to answer him about the granola bar when the TA started class.

"Okay, guys. We aren't having a quiz this week and you should already know the basics of this experiment, so you can get started with it as soon as you get your things together. The acids are under hood 1, pH meters are over there, and the indicator and solid base are on the counter. Let me know if you have any questions."

With that, you quickly got to work, splitting up to get things done faster.

The goal of the experiment was to calculate the concentration of an unknown acid based on how concentrated of a base solution you made.

After a previous incident that caused quite a large percent error (and wasted perfectly good product), you had kicked Tom off of weighing duties, instead leaving him to measure out the volume of liquid acid needed.

You were adding water to the solid base in a beaker when you heard a voice say "ah shit" under his breath. Any time you heard Tom say that, you knew that meant something was up.

When you turned, you found that Tom had spilled some acid on the counter, just a few inches from your laptop.

"Dude!" you exclaimed, grabbing it and setting it on a higher platform quickly. "Am I gonna have to take you off all measuring duties?"

Tom gave you a worried look.

"I'm sorry! I was trying to add it to the beaker from the graduated cylinder but some of it stuck to the side and spilled."

You furrowed your brows.

"Wait why did you measure it in the cylinder? You know the beaker has lines on it, right? We just have to factor the error into our calculations."

Tom went to facepalm, but stopped when he remembered the gloved hand he'd raised had acid on it.

"Now you remind me..." he muttered.

"Why don't you go waste what's left and clean this up while I measure some fresh into the beaker," you smiled patiently, knowing that small mistakes like this flustered him easily.

When you came back, Tom was washing the burette with a few milliliters of the base you had made over the sink. You looked down and saw a couple of drops had fallen from the base beaker.

"Well lets just hope that neutralized the acid he spilled," you thought as you went to wet a paper towel.

He saw you wiping up the spot when he came back to set up the burette.

"What are you doing? I already got the acid."

"I um... I spilled a little drop of my own. No biggie," you lied, hoping he wouldn't press it.

"I spilled some of the base, didn't I?" he asked flatly. You cringed but nodded. "Great. This really is my day so far."

You felt bad. Sure Tom could be clumsy or a little slow when it came to "common sense," but usually it was just one small thing towards the end of the lab, definitely not successive.

"Hey, look at it this way, the only 'bad' thing you did today was spill some reagents. And you already got it out of your system before we even started!"

"I'm not sure that's helping as much as you think it is, but thanks for the sentiment, y/n."

You scrunched your nose at his answer, but moved on, wanting to get the first titration done quickly, since you'd need to repeat it 2 more times.

Thankfully the first went by without a hitch. The numbers all seemed to be in order and it wasn't long before you were starting the experiment again to collect new data.

A while had passed, however, and your hunger was starting to make itself apparent. You tried to talk to Tom to distract yourself, but your stomach started growling enough that even he took notice.

"Seriously, y/n I'll get that granola bar for you if you want it," he offered again.

"No, I'll be okay. It looks like we only need to take a few more data points so we'll be done with the third trial in no time. Thanks, though."

As expected, you finished the second quickly and moved on to the third.

"Hey I'm going to clean up some of our glassware real quick if you don't mind taking measurements," you said, wanting to get ahead on cleanup so you could finally grab a meal. Tom nodded and you took some beakers to the sink.

As you were drying them, you saw Tom give you a nervous look from your station.

Oh no.

You quickly shoved the glassware in a drawer and walked over to find the solution had changed colors and all of the base drained from the burette.

"Tom what happened?" you asked, afraid that this meant you would need to do the trial again.

He looked worried as he held up a plastic piece. The stopper had broken off.

"Tom what the hell! We were almost out of here!"

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry but maybe the TA won't make us do it again? I was like.. basically to the endpoint."

You called the TA over, who looked at your data and sighed.

"Look, I know this is your last run but you've still got some base left, so why don't you do it one more time. You two are still a whole trial ahead of everyone else so it's not like you'll have to stay late," she said.

Internally, you were fuming, but thanked the TA and waited for her to leave.

"Why can't you just do something right for once!" you breathed, exasperated. You felt tears forming out of frustration.

Tom looked at you with glassy eyes of his own and you immediately felt like the worst person in the world.

You knew the hunger was getting to you but it didn't excuse your behavior. You tried to soften your expression.

"Oh, Tom, I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean it like that-"

"Like what, y/n? What other possible way could you have meant that? I get it, I'm a fuckup. Why don't you just do the last one and I'll write down the numbers. Surely I can do that right," he bit back, getting up to get you a new burette to replace the broken one.

You did the rest of the lab in silence. You'd tried saying something here or there, but he wouldn't even look at you, instead copying numbers into both his and your notebooks.

Your guilt had made you almost forget about your hunger, but it was still tugging at the back of your mind.

When you were done, most of the other groups were finishing up as well, so you and Tom wordlessly split up the tasks of cleaning things up to work around them.

You were putting the smaller glass pieces back into a casing that fit in a drawer when Tom went to grab his backpack and put away his notes.

As you did the same, you saw Tom's hand move before he zipped the bag and headed out quickly.

Left on the counter next to you was the granola bar he'd offered up earlier.

Now you felt even shittier. Here you were lashing out at the guy and he was still trying to take care of you.

You zipped up your bag as quickly as possible and stuffed the snack into your pocket as you ran out of the lab, hoping to catch up with him.

It was still another half hour or so until the normal class change, so the hallway and rest of campus was mostly empty. You easily spotted him opening up the door to your left.

"Tom, wait!"

He glanced back but didn't stop, stepping out into the sunshine.

You ran that way, bursting through the door as Tom was stomping away.

"Tom! Please just listen!" you exclaimed, running to catch up to him. He didn't stop, instead picking up the pace.

"Why should I listen to you? I am keenly aware of what you think of me."

"Because I don't really feel that way, Tom! You're not a fuckup."

Finally he stopped under a large tree.

"I may not be that but apparently I can't do anything right so take your pick on what's worse."

He looked angry and hurt, justifiably so. You grabbed his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"Tom, I am so, so sorry for what I said. I was hungry and frustrated and not at all patient with you. We all have bad days, and I shouldn't have forgotten that in the heat of the moment."

"That's the thing! My bad days are every day! I can't get through my day without tripping, breaking something, spilling reagents all over the lab! You weren't wrong about me and that's what freaks me out the most."

"But, I was! You aren't that person I mean-"

"Y/n just accept it. I've had girls break up with me because of this. My own roommates, hell my family, get pissed at me constantly because I can't do things right. I was naive enough to think that I was doing something right with you but here we are."

Tom hung his head before realizing what the implications of what he had said, popping back up to look at you with wide eyes. You could only smile.

"I like to think you were doing something right with me all along. I'm the one who messed everything up today. Tom, you are one of the sweetest, most genuine people I know. You're funny, hella smart, adorable. I don't deserve an incredible guy like you in my life. I mean, after what I said, you were still willing to give me your food? I can't think of anyone else who would do that for me."

Tom perked up some, a grin coming to his face.

"You needed it a lot more than me. But do you really mean that? You feel that way?"

"Of course I do." You paused, studying his face.

After a few seconds you reached up to grab his shoulders and kissed his cheek, then pulled him into a hug.

"I really hope you can forgive me. I truly think the world of you," you whispered.

He pulled back and brushed a strand of hair from your face. Both of you had watery eyes but grinned. He nodded, the did the unexpected.

He pressed a gentile kiss to your lips.

You both let out a chuckle in both relief and nervousness as you pulled away. You wiped your eyes as he did the same. There was a lull in conversation until you remembered something.

You patted your pockets, finding and fishing out the granola bar. You held it out to his and he gave you a confused expression.

"I, um. I think you should keep this for now."

"What do you mean? I gave it to you to eat."

"Well yeah but it's just... how would you like to join me in the dining hall instead? Call it a date, call it a post-lab meal. Either way, I'm hungry and would really like you to join me."

He thought about it for a second, but finally smiled and took the bar from your hand, sliding it in the side of his backpack.

"Come on, I could use a snack too," he answered, sticking an elbow out for you to wrap your arm in. "You think they'll have your banana nut muffin still?"

"I don't really care about that anymore, I think I've got a perfect muffin right here. But we should probably still hurry before the lines get too long."

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A/N: I'm sorry but writing soft Tom was ??? Precious? I made myself feel so bad for him and he literally has never been, nor will ever be, in this situation but I mean come on.

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Megapost: YUL to ICN

Oh boy, first post is a biggie. Total time of travel?

Ouch. Covid fever, back pain, and leg pain did not make this easy.

Wait, leg pain? Ah yes, standing in a barely moving line for Tim's for close to an hour will do that. Thought I'd get something quick for JJ and me, but no. At least we had tons of time in the airports, no difficulties! All the airport stuff went as smooth as a free sample of Gretzky cream liquor coffee shot.

But that's airport drinks; what's the deal with airline food?

Bizarre choices for the vegetarian plane meal. Wasn't as unpalatable as could have been, but the substitutions were mistifying. Gluten-free and vegan muffin instead of fruit? Why? Especially when accompanying an omelet and regular, wheat bread. Just bizarre.

Pictured below: Plane flight tracker, avoiding Russia! Too bad, I wanted to scare mom with the picture.

Arrival in Incheon, I always love aiport train station architecture.

So glad Dad figured out our post-arrival itinerary. Would have been a pain to deal with that while running around looking for a working ATM to be able to get an opus-type card. "Korea is modern, credit cards work everywhere" mon cul.

Train ride was too dark for scenic pictures, but at least there was some nationalist, anti-Japanese propaganda to keep me occupied!

Strange welcoming. But to clarify, it was a short message, and mostly focused on a small island controlled by South Korea but who's ownership is contested by Japan. I had not understood the context at the time; that description was courtesy of wikipedia.

Finally, arrival at our station!

To the left of JJ's head, in the dark spot between the two buildings, you can see our place. Well, "see" might be a strong word considering the darkness of the picture and the fact that our Airbnb is a semi-basement. Point is, our lodging is basically as close as you can get to a well-connected metro station.

And with that I turned off the stopwatch screenshotted at the start of this post. But the night's adventures are not over, as supper awaits!

[imagineabrighterworld]

Tenya Iida : Reacting to Hitting his Crush in the Face

A/N: As requested by @coleluuviida​ ^^ 

Beta Note // Reader’s quirk is Pigeon, but my fellow beta and her sister thought Pigeon Vision sounded cute so 👀 its in there 👀 

Iida was with Izuku and Uraraka when the worst had happened

One moment he was conversing about the intricacies of hero and sidekick relationships, and the next he was frozen in horror staring at his hand

Why?

Iida slapped you right in the face as his gesturing grew rapid

He didn't notice until it was too late that his arm arched far too wide and slammed directly onto your nose

What's worse?

Iida didn't even realize it was you that he hit until he turned to apologize

Even worse than that?

He didn't utter a single word

He was frozen as he looked at you though his peripheral vision, his hand still in the air as he saw you knocked onto the ground

Granted, he didn't hit you that hard, but with your quirk altering the density and weight of your bones, you were practically weightless and easy to toss around

Which meant he slapped you to the cold, cruel floor

Unluckily, his class along with the support course were headed to Ground Omega to do tests on new inventions your class had made

You just so happened to be the one who was in charge of altering his suit to better aid him in battles

But fortunately for him, you were the forgiving type

Despite his heart feeling full of guilt over hitting you, you let him off the hook after he agreed to buy you food

Iida stares at his hand with an almost hateful expression, a look of utter betrayal. He couldn't turn around to face you, how could he?! He just hit you! You! Of all people!

Uraraka was doubled over in laughter, her hand clamped over her mouth as she gasped for air. “I’m sorry for laughing!” She walks around her friend and helps you up right as Hatsume walks by.

The pink haired girl looks at you with a faint trace of worry in her tone. “Are you good?” She questions, her hands busy pushing a cart full of equipment Iida didn't know half of what they were. What student was she paired with to need that many gadgets? 

He hears you make a light noise of discomfort before laughing. “Yeah I’m good. Let's get going.”

Iida keeps his head ducked, refusing to look to the side to see if you were glaring at him. His face was flushed pink, his body shaking as his classmates caught up to the doors leading to the Grounds. Midoriya, bless his soul, hadn't said anything. But he was starting to feel like it was because he was just as frozen as Iida himself.

Ignoring the questions of his classmates that had finally followed behind, Iida directs them all into Ground Omega before going to his own section of the forest area. He pulls on his helmet and stretches his legs, preparing himself for his training with his new gear, but his head was still in the clouds.

You were on his mind. It was terribly rude of him to have a girl constantly on his mind, but you were so.. So sweet and kind hearted. He had met you when he had broken his helmet and had been able to speak with you as you fixed it.

You humored him when he talked about his costume, questions he knew you likely were asked constantly, but you treated him with patience. And when he asked about your goals for the future, your face lit up with such a warm expression. It didn't help that with your quirk, you were given bird-like qualities, such as soft feathers that fluffed up when you grew excited. When talking about creating new support items for heroes, you were something else. He found your passion infectious, and it only made him train himself harder. Which in turn led him visiting the support class more often for repairs.

In the time that he had visited you, he found himself growing fond of you. Dare he say it, he had a crush. And it was bad.

“There you are!” He freezes as he hears your voice approaching.

Iida looks right at you, his eyes wide under his helmet. You had a small bruise forming on your face, something he knew would heal itself soon, but he couldn't help but feel awful knowing it was him who caused it.

“I’m here.” He says in a quiet voice. “Forgive me for hitting you. I’m ashamed of my actions. I bring dishonor to the Iida family” He bows at the waist, but soon he turns his head away to keep from making direct eye contact. It was the least you deserved, but he couldn't bring himself to look at you.

“I wouldn't go that far.” You whisper under your breath. “Don't worry about it.” You leap into the air and land on a low tree branch, settling comfortably among the leaves. “I know you didn't do it on purpose. You'd think with my pigeon vision I would have been able to dodge you in the first place.”

Pigeon vision?

He holds in a small noise of distress. Peering at you from his spot below, he doesn't realize as he moves his hand over his heart at the sight of your smile.

“Get it? Because my quirk is Pigeon?” You wave a hand over your face. The feathers of your hair fluff up, lifting as a small breeze moves through the trees. “You just happened to be in my blind spot, no biggie.”

“Ah, I see. Well. I’m sorry.” He straightens and draws a starting line using marking chalk. He glances at you once more before starting his training. It doesn't take long for you to get into the rhythm of note taking and making small adjustments to his suit between runs.

“You know, if you really want to apologize to me, you could buy me a muffin from Lunchrush.”

“What?” He asks as he skids to a stop, the ground beneath him now upturned as the grass was worn away. Did he miss part of a conversation when he went running to the other side?

You flash him a grin and poke him on the chest with your pen. “Buy me a muffin and I’ll forgive you.” You must have known he was still feeling terrible about hitting you.. Were you worried for him? “How about it?”

Iida was grateful for his helmet as he agreed to your terms.