#I HADN'T LISTENED TO THIS IN SUCH A LONG TIME

[elizabethemerald]

Bruce woke up with the sound of two other people breathing next to him. He kept himself still and his breathing even as he tried to analyze his situation. He was definitely between two other warm bodies, both with their arms wrapped tightly around him.

While he wasn't wholly unfamiliar with a menage a trois from his wild playboy days prior to adopting Dick, his nights were never actually as wild as the paparazzi liked to pretend, and it had been a long time since he was willing to risk the safety of his kids by bringing multiple partners to his bed.

"It's ok, baby, we've got you." A deep voice murmured in his ear as the person to his left pulled him closer, then the arms across his chest tensed. "Wait, you're not Danny? Sam, wake up."

The person to his right, Sam apparently, snorted as she roused, and sat up a little to look him over. Bruce risked opening his eyes, he was trapped between two people, tangled in sheets and in a completely unknown situation, even with all his training this would be a bad situation if he had to fight his way out.

"He looks like Danny, Tucker, is he overshadowed?" Sam asked.

Sam was pale, with a black faux-hawk and purple eyes. She was completely naked and wasn't shy about her body. Tucker had dark skin and black hair. He had his hair styled in long dreads with multiple golden charms clasped to the locks. Bruce watched as his eyes flashed gold for a second before a sensation like sand gently pouring over his skin swept across his body.

"Oh, body swap. Looks like this soul is from a different dimension." Tucker said, declaring such an absurd situation with such certainty that Bruce could only guess that they had experienced something like this before. "Is your name still Danny in your universe?"

"My name is Bruce, Bruce Wayne." Bruce said, finally speaking and sitting up.

"Oh! Danny's alternate is rich!" Sam said with a cheer as she stood up and walked over to the closet. "Listen to that posh diction."

Bruce averted his eyes from his alternate's partner and looked ready to deny it when Tucker patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Bruce. Sam knows rich people. Her parents were millionaires." He whispered the last like it was a secret. "We've handled this sort of thing before, so we'll get you all sorted out and back in your proper body in no time."

Bruce jumped as an electrical charged arced across his body, he turned, ready to defend himself and he found Sam once more standing next to him, a small taser in her hand. Some how he hadn't even heard her approach.

"Sorry about that, our Danny's got some powers that we don't want you to hurt yourself with. That just disables them for a few hours." She had a sharp grin and still hadn't put on any clothes.

"You keep something to disable your partner in your closet?" Bruce couldn't help the question. Sam's smile grew even sharper, bordering on inhuman at the question.

"Of course! How else am I supposed to have him bound and begging before me?"

.

Danny had a sense when something strange was going on. It wasn't his ghost sense, or even from his accident. If anything it was a family trait. Jack and Maddie used it to find ghosts and haunted locations long before their tech could actually pick up on ecto, Jazz used to suss out when Danny had lied to her about eating his vegetables, and Danny used it whenever he had to work with the non ghostly members of the Infinite Realms. There was just this tingling in the back of his mind that told him that everything was not as it seemed.

So when he walked into the dinning room to find it full of Bruce Wayne's kids who all looked at him with concern then pretended everything was fine, that sense started going off. As they all began clearly speaking in different coded phrases while subtly (though not subtly enough) checking in on him, the sense grew even stronger.

Finally Danny set his fork down after eating some of the delicious breakfast that Alfred had prepared for him and looked around the room. All of Bruce's kids tensed and looked like they were trying to pretend that they weren't readying for a fight. He let himself smile at all of them.

"So it's clear this alternate gets up to some kind of weirdness." Danny said, his smile widening as the others tried to parse his words. "Now I don't need to know everything, its not my business, but I would like you all to know, that I am an alternate version of your father from a different dimension and I've dealt with some weirdness myself. I'm certain my partners are already working on getting everybody back in their proper bodies."

It was clear the others hadn't expected him to just come out and admit that he was body swapped, but just as clear that they had all figured out he wasn't their father. He wondered what gave him away, but let it go as he picked his fork back up and continued eating for a few more bites. When the silent conversations that were happening across the table started to grow panicked he spoke up again.

"Is there some where you would like me to wait where there aren't any secrets until my partners get this situation sorted? You are of course more than welcome to continue to observe me for any suspicious behavior, though I would like to get to know my alternate's children if you would allow me."

Danny smiled as the heated (yet silent) debate once more sprung into existence. He stood and allowed Alfred to lead him to a sitting room with a large TV. He relaxed into one of the stupidly comfortable couches rich people could afford. He had wanted to take a vacation for a while, might as well make the most of the time he had.

Super short dp x dc idea

Danny is an Alternative Universe version of bruce Wayne. They get switched through some hijinks and Danny is trying to be Bruce-like and just trying to act like a Good Dad to these children his alternate self has amassed (holy shit). Like, He's doing his best to attend school plays and parent-teachers conferences (because Alfred still reminds Bruce of all of them even if he says he can't make it) and is doing no batman stuff (because Danny is unaware there is even such thing as batman stuff).

Meanwhile, the children are 100% sure Bruce is a) possessed b) concussed c) hypnotized d) any and all of the above.

[vigilante-3073]

Texas Honey

Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: The story of how Joel Miller fell in love with Y/N, a girl sweeter than Texas honey.

TW: Joel is smitten, age gap, mentions of infected people/death.

Y/N was only five years old when the Cordyceps brain infection began to spread. She was lucky enough to make it into the Boston Quarantine Zone with both of her parents and her grandmother.

Her parents had quickly established a reputation for themselves in the smuggling community. They were brave enough to go where few people went and the items they had were highly sought after.

Joel thought they were stupid.

Those people had a kid at home and they were putting themselves in danger for absolutely no reason. Nobody was shocked when they were eventually torn apart by infected while on some ridiculous run.

Y/N was understandably devastated, but it was bound to happen at some point or another. After the death of her parents, Joel hadn't heard anything from her or her grandmother.

He didn't see Y/N again until sixteen years later, she had grown into a beautiful young woman and he was almost caught off guard. Y/N had recieved medical training during her time in the QZ and many people turned to her when they were sick or injured.

FERDA officials would be suspicious of certain injuries and some individuals had nowhere else to go. Y/N had quickly converted a section of her apartment into a clinic of sorts and people came to her at all hours for medical care.

Joel found himself on her doorstep when he sliced his hand open while he and Tess were on a run. He had wrapped it in duct tape to stop the bleeding, but he knew that he needed stitches.

Y/N was kind and gentle with a feather light touch as she cleaned his wound before stitching it closed. He watched her closely as she worked, delicate and meticulous as she pushed the needle through his skin.

"How long have you been doing this?" Joel asked.

"I've been working with one of the doctors since I was fourteen. He said he wanted to pass on his knowledge to someone who cared and I guess that's me," She said, picking up a pair of scissors and snipping the thread.

"Is your grandma still around?" Joel asked.

"She is. Did you know her?" Y/N questioned, pulling out a small roll of gauze.

"Knew your parents more, but your grandma was always a nice lady," He said.

Y/N carefully wrapped his hand, she cut the gauze and tore off a piece of tape before taping it in place.

"I have no idea what you cut yourself on, so I want to see you again in a few days, okay?" Y/N questioned, he nodded.

"Thanks," Joel muttered, standing up from the table.

"Wait, Joel... I-I'm sorry if I'm putting you on the spot, but if you and Tess are going on a run anytime soon I can come with you. My medical training can be really helpful, I'm not the best shot, but I'm fast and a good climber," Y/N said.

Joel stared at her for a moment, "Where's this coming from?" He asked.

She huffed, tears gathering in her eyes as she crossed her arms, "I need ration cards," She admitted softly.

"How bad off are you?" Joel questioned.

"I haven't eaten in two days... I have enough for my grandmother, but I don't know what else to do and I won't let her go hungry because of me," She said shakily.

"Sweetheart, I know you might think it's a good idea, but it isn't. The world out there is dangerous and you can lose your life in a second," Joel said.

Y/N nodded, "I understand... I'm sorry for bothering you, Joel," She mumbled, wiping away a tear quickly as it rolled down her cheek.

Joel felt incredibly guilty for refusing her help, but he couldn't be the one who got her killed. He wouldn't.

"Honey, listen. I can help you out, alright?" Joel said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a stack of credits.

"Joel, no, I can't just take your credits," She said quickly, resting her hand over his.

"I haven't even done anything to earn them, it's wrong," Y/N added.

"You stitched me up," Joel stated.

"That's nothing," Y/N said dismissively.

"Your big heart is making you go broke, babygirl. Take the credits, I have plenty," Joel said, counting out a stack and placing them in her palm.

He closed her fist around the crumpled bills, "Take 'em," Joel said.

Y/N hesitated before reluctantly nodding, "Okay," She said softly.

"Ill see you in a few days. Make sure you eat somethin', alright?" Joel said.

She nodded again, "Thank you, Joel. You don't know how much this means to me," Y/N said shakily.

"You deserve it," Joel stated.

Y/N watched him leave her apartment, closing the door behind himself before she looked down at the pile of credits he had left for her.

Maybe Joel Miller wasn't all bad.

He had a reputation in the QZ, but she couldn't imagine someone so evil being capable of such kindness. Y/N was able to eat for the first time in days and she would always owe him for that.

...

Joel had seen Y/N on multiple occasions since that initial exchange, she always greeted him with a smile that made him want to melt. Y/N had always been the sweetest thing, she never complained and she had an awful habit of putting everyone else first.

Joel couldn't think of a time where he'd seen her be ungrateful, angry or irritated. She was always happy and willing to help, dropping whatever she was doing in order to care for someone else.

Joel had one hell of a soft spot for her.

He would never admit it, but he would move heaven and earth for that girl. Y/N was a genuine ray of sunshine and people tended to take advantage of her.

Joel would always remember the day when Y/N started avoiding him. He had a bad feeling and the second he saw her, he knew exactly why she had been staying away.

Her face was covered in bruises and her lip was split, Joel had to do everything he possibly could to keep himself calm. Joel tilted her head up and examined the damage, her lip trembled as she turned her head away from him.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, tone scarily calm.

Y/N sniffled, body trembling as tears welled up in her eyes, "His name is Trevor. H-he came looking for pills and I've never had them, but he kept saying that I did. He trashed the apartment and took a bunch of supplies," Y/N said.

"I want you to go find Tess," Joel instructed.

"No, Joel, you can't hurt him," She said shakily.

"I won't hurt him, I promise. I'm just gonna get your stuff back," Joel stated.

He wouldn't hurt the kid. He'd kill him.

"Go get Tess and tell her to stay with you until I get back," Joel said.

Y/N hesitated before reluctantly stepping out of the apartment and rushing off to go and find Tess. Joel stood in the apartment, silently seething as he waited for her to return before he could punch the punk's teeth down his throat.

Joel knew of the guy, he was an asshole and he definitely deserved to be beaten within an inch of his life. Y/N came back with Tess following closely behind her, she was obviously worked up and wanted to make it better.

"Joel," Tess started.

"I'm just gonna talk to the kid. I need you to stay here and keep an eye on her while I'm gone," Joel said.

Tess huffed, "Fine, but keep the conversation short," She advised, Joel nodded.

He left the apartment and came back two hours later with everything that had been taken from her along with a set of seriously bruised knuckles.

Tess had always known that he cared about Y/N, but the lengths he was willing to go to for her still shocked Tess. Y/N was not a person who would ever stand up for herself and Joel quickly slipped into that role for her.

Joel was incredibly hesitant when Y/N kept insisting on joining them on runs outside the QZ. She wouldn't accept his ration cards without doing something to earn them and he was struggling to keep her from venturing outside the safe zone.

Y/N eventually went to Tess and they came to him as a united front and he knew that he wouldn't be able to argue his way out of it. Y/N joined them on a few simple runs, she brought a pack of medical supplies but she was also surprisingly agile and quick.

Y/N helped them cut their travel time in half during certain runs when she was able to get through a tiny space and clear away debris for them. She didn't like using guns, but she was pretty good shot and it made him feel better about bringing her out of the QZ.

Joel always had Tess slip some of his cut of the ration cards in with Y/N's and she teased relentlessly him for it. Joel wanted to help Y/N without her knowing he was helping, she wouldn't accept the funds otherwise.

When Joel passed Tess a small stack of ration cards for her to add into Y/N's cut, she smirked.

"Softie," Tess teased, taking the cards.

"Shut up," Joel muttered, shoving his stack of cards into his pocket.

"Why don't you bring the cards to your girlfriend this time, huh?" Tess said, holding out Y/N's ration cards to him.

"She's not my girlfriend," He stated.

"Bet you'd like her to be," Tess grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

...

Joel went to deliver the ration cards to Y/N, his stomach dropped when he saw her sitting out in the hallway. Y/N was crying, body curled up against the wall with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.

Joel made his way over to her, "What happened? Is it your grandma?" He questioned, she nodded.

"I came back from my shift and she was in bed. I-I thought she was sleeping but then I realized that she- she wasn't," Y/N hiccuped, breath catching in her chest as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Take a breath," Joel instructed gently, kneeling down in front of her.

Y/N took a shaky breath before continuing, "She wasn't breathing and she was cold. I tried to help her, but sh-she was already gone, Joel," Y/N said with a sob.

"I'm so sorry, honey," Joel said.

"She was all I had," Y/N mumbled shakily.

Joel looked into the apartment as two men made their way towards the door carrying a body bag.

Joel stood up, "C'mere," He said, holding out his hands to her. Y/N took his hands and Joel pulled her to her feet, he wrapped his arms around her and held her body close to his chest.

Joel turned his back to the doorway, blocking her line of sight as the men carried her grandmother's body away to be burned. Y/N wrapped her arms around him, her hands gripping onto the material of his shirt. Her lip trembled, a fresh wave of tears rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed.

"You did everything you could for her, sweetheart. You gave her the best years she could've had," Joel assured.

"Sh-she died alone, Joel," Y/N said shakily, tears soaking into his shirt.

"I'm sorry, honey. She was a good woman," Joel said, rubbing his hand over her back gently.

Y/N slowly managed to calm herself down, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. Her eyes were red, her cheeks were damp and her skin was blotchy. Joel cupped her cheeks, gently wiping the tears from her skin.

"Joel, can I stay with you tonight? I don't want to go back in there," Y/N said softly.

"Of course, honey," He nodded, hands dropping from her cheeks.

"You can say no if you want to," Y/N mumbled.

"Why would I ever say no to you?" Joel questioned.

"I just wanted you to know that you don't have to say yes," Y/N said.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. You can stay with me for as long as you need," He assured.

"Thank you, Joel," Y/N nodded.

He walked her down the hallway to his apartment, unlocking the door and allowing her to enter first. He watched her as she looked around the room, lingering in the middle of the apartment awkwardly.

Y/N had never been in his apartment once in the years that they'd known each other. Joel always came to her apartment while she looked after her patients and her grandmother.

"You can have the bed, I'll take the couch," Joel said.

"I'm not kicking you out of your own bed," Y/N replied.

"I'll be fine. It's one night," Joel assured, moving over to the couch.

"Why don't we just share the bed? I mean, we've slept next to each other before," Y/N offered tentatively.

It was true. They had slept beside each other on multiple occasions while outside the QZ. They had even shared a sleeping bag once or twice, but Joel still hesitated.

"I-I'm sorry, that was a really stupid thing to say," Y/N muttered, realizing that she may have overstepped.

"No, it's alright, we can share the bed. Just don't be clingin' onto me, alright?" Joel said.

"I won't, I promise," Y/N nodded.

That night, they fell asleep on opposite sides of the bed but woke up in each other's arms. Her body was pressed up against his side, her arm thrown across his stomach and her leg slotted between his. Her head rested on his chest and his arm had found itself wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him.

Her skin was warm and her hair was soft when it brushed lightly against his chin as she shifted. Joel knew he needed to get up soon for his shift, but he couldn't bring himself to leave quite yet.

He wanted to spend every second he could in her arms and he was reluctant to leave her. Y/N seemed to feel the same way, gravitating towards him after the loss of her last surviving family member.

Y/N started to come around his apartment almost every day after the passing of her grandmother. She cooked for him and Tess, cleaning the apartment and had even started doing his laundry.

Y/N had a need to be needed after all those years caring for her grandmother. She had never experienced life without being a caregiver and she felt like she didn't have a purpose now that her family was gone.

Y/N stood at the stove in his apartment, heating up some soup in a pot on a hot plate. She scooped it into a bowl before placing it in front of Joel at the table.

"Thanks, honey," He said, she smiled.

"Tess, do you want any?" Y/N questioned.

"No, I'm good," Tess said, shaking her head.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna run back to my apartment. I have a few people coming to see me today," Y/N said.

"You're not gonna eat?" Joel questioned.

"No, I'm not hungry but I didn't want you to go without. The hot plate is off, but it should keep the rest warm until you're done," She said, Joel nodded.

Y/N stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind herself gently. Tess stared at Joel across the table as he started to eat silently, he didn't acknowledge her but he could feel her eyes on him.

"She your little housewife now or something?" Tess questioned.

"Leave her be," Joel stated firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Joel would be happy if Y/N spent the rest of her life with him in his apartment. If she needed to cook and clean to feel useful, he'd let her.

This incredible person had chosen to care about him and he needed it more than he was willing to admit. Y/N was a light in his life and he loved her more than anything.

Maybe he would eventually come clean about his feelings, but he was content with the way that things were.

For now.

[ang3ltine]

𓍯𓂃 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐚𝐤𝐞

c.w. nsfw mean! sevika

cursing ex! brothel freader

sypnosis: how sevika would act with a reader who acts like piltie (piltover citizen) 𝜗𝜚

God you hated being a woman.

You were currently being chased by a former client from the brothel. Despite constantly saying no to giving him service because you had just quit. He was adamant on having his way with you.

Clothes half torn and a rush of adrenaline rushing through you, you made a beeline towards a familiar bar in the distance.

The Last Drop.

You've had enough of the undercity at this point. The streets were overrun with shimmer addicts and that included the brothel.

More of your clients had been smoking shimmer , which caused them to become erratic at times. Pushing you to the brink of quitting.

It was a tough decision, leaving Babette and the brothel workers with whom you've called 'family'. But it had to be done.

"Will you leave me alone already?!" you snap back in annoyance as the pestering man was beginning to catch up with you.

"Sorry darlin' , I'm not leaving till I have what I want-" he slurred as he grabs your arm. In a frantic attempt to push him away from you, at the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar ravenette.

"Sevika!" , your voice coming out strained due to amount of screaming you had been doing the past 20 minutes.

Sevika, hearing a voice, she looked around in annoyance until she locked eyes with yours. Her eyes slitting when she noticed the man on the floor with a bloody nose had started chasing you again while you ran towards her.

Sighing in relief you fall into Sevika's side, too out of breath to even think at the moment. She didn't know the situation you were in but she damn well knows what the guys intentions are.

Sevika loomed over the cowering man, giving him a well deserved punch in the stomach. Practically knocking the wind out of him, at the same time blood spilled to the ground from his mouth from the impact.

She then grabbed him by the scruff of his dirty top , bringing him close to her face and sneered. "Listen. This is the last time I'll let you go free. Next time you won't be so lucky. Got it?".

The terrified man quickly scrambled on his feet as soon as Sevika threw him to the ground. Disappearing into the dark alleyway behind the lively bar.

Sevika was surprised to see you again. She hadn't been to the brothel in a while due to the heavy workload that she got from Silco.

"Thanks Sevika," you muttered under your breath as you began to shift on your feet. Clearly nervous after not seeing her for so long. It was especially embarrassing for you since you've never really seen her outside the brothel. Making this interaction all the more awkward.

"Hey," Sevikas deep voice made you look up slowly from the ground as she leans down to your level. Her cloudy grey eyes meeting with yours. "You ok? Did he hurt you anywhere?".

You questioned her sudden change in behaviour, since she usually isn't that caring in nature. She had quite the reputation of being Silco's scary right hand woman. Nonetheless, you indulged in it for now.

"No I'm fine," you breath out, your voice faltering slightly from the nerves. "Just a few scratches here and there when I tried fighting him off of me."

Sevika scanned your form, noticing how your clothes are torn and tattered and how your hair had become quite messy.

Sevika's smell enveloped you as you feel the heaviness of her cloak weigh on your shoulder. You felt quite content indulging in her presence, bringing back fleeting memories of your time at the brothel. Where she would actually come to you for advice rather than have your usual sessions.

She shrugs off her cloak and wraps it around your small form, making sure to cover your body. She then uses her normal hands to fix your hair. Tucking strands behind your ear so she could see your face better.

You were just like she remembered, absolutely beautiful.

There was an unspoken feeling between you two that you never brought up. This was because you knew Sevika is a stoic woman and didn't know if she actually liked you or not.

You were spacing out for so long that you didn't notice her move away from you. Sighing in disappointment, you turn on your heel to walk back home.

That was until you saw Sevika standing a few feet away from you. The familiar tingle in your stomach resurfaced as you gave her a gentle smile.

"Well? Do you want me to walk you home or not?"

Once again, the rally that Sevika had been trying hard to gather had failed. All they wanted was to see Jinx, but she refused to step outside her little workshop.

She was pissed that's for sure, nothing was going her way and nobody was taking her seriously. After Silco's death, Sevika tried taking over as the new leader of Zaun. But clearly that's not what the people wanted.

Slamming her apartment door shut, she made her way to the kitchen with heavy steps. Following the pleasant smell of...cake?

She almost forgot that you got home early today. Wearing your usual silk night dress and a frilly apron that managed to accentuate your waist perfectly. You weren't rich in any way despite living on the outskirts of piltover, yet you managed to look exactly like a piltie.

Sevika was grateful to have you in her life, you two had finally made your relationship official. This was after months of constant flirting and pining after each other.

You were humming to yourself from a classic song that was playing on the radio. Sensing that a pair of eyes were watching you as you prepared the icing for the cake, you turn around with an inviting smile on your face.

"Hey Sev," you ushered her over with a spatula in your hand and the other resting on your hip.

"Can you taste this for me, please?" Though Sevika looked like she didn't want to, you could see her eyes light up from your comment. Knowing that she secretly craves sweet treats.

You expected her to take the spatula, but she instead reached down to grab hold of your waist. Pulling you in with a cold yet firm grip from her mechanical hand. She then scooped some icing with her finger and brang it up towards your lips.

"Well, go on. Stick out your tongue for me, pretty girl."

You wanted to protest so bad , but they way she was looking at you? Made your knees buckle.

Legs unknowingly closing from the pet name, you obeyed. Sevika grabs your chin and places the sugary icing on your tongue. She had a shit eating grin on her face. Clearly amused from how quickly you obeyed her command.

Let's be honest, you wanted her as much as she wanted you. That's why you had prepared a surprise for her when she got home, knowing she'd be down due to her workload.

The pretty angel cake that you baked for her sat on the counter forgotten as a you two began your makeout session in the kitchen. She had kept on adding more icing on your lips and tongue, loving the delicious combination of the icing and your saliva.

She holds your hip firmly while the other hand slips behind you to take off your apron. As pretty as it looked, she wanted to fully feel you. While you entangle your fingers into her short raven hair. Sevikas' new haircut was... something. She thought you'd hate it, but in your opinion, she looks 10x hotter.

Sevika was the first to pull away as she leads you into your shared bedroom, and seats herself on her chair. That's right, you guys had enough money to buy her a desk set just in case she wanted to work at home rather than at the last drop. Which she appreciated alot.

Because now, she gets to fuck you on it.

"Come here," she commanded softly. Her voice was smooth and sultry. You eagerly climb onto her lap as Sevika's hands settle on your waist. Her fingers pressed into your flesh as she held you close.

As you settled, you felt a slight hum beneath you. Your eyes widened as you looked down at her pants. Sevika unzips the flap of her pants , revealing a hexcore powered strap on. She adjusted it so you could get a better look at it.

The soft glow flickering against her skin as she tilts her head, observing the mixed emotions you had on your face. A lazy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

You were speechless as you look up to meet with Sevikas stormy eyes. Clearly she had planned this before she left for work in the morning and had been meaning to use her new toy on you as soon as she got home.

Anticipation was building up inside you as you caught a glimpse of the length of strap. It had thick girth and glowing bluish veins.

"Gimme a kiss," she whispers gently as she bumps her nose against yours. You complied rather quickly, closing the gap between you both as you met her lips in a sweet kiss. Hands still holding your hips , she moves you on top of her strap. Making you grind against it agonisingly slow.

Not breaking the kiss, she brings the straps of your dress down to reveal dainty lace bra. This made her stop dead in her tracks, pulling away with a string of saliva from the kiss.

You could see her eyes darken with lust and her nostrils flare slightly. It was no joke that you knew you weren't leaving the room at all 'til tomorrow morning.

"Hm, whats this?" She drawls as she thumbs over your clothed perked tit's, making your voice falter as you answer.

"Mmph -... this was supposed to be a surprise present for you after we had the cake," you manage to squeek out as she continues to fumble with your breasts.

Her hot mouth hovered over you ear and you shiver from the way she whispers into your ear, "Guess I'll have the real dessert now."

She swiftly moves her fingers behind you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall onto the floor. Moving from your ear back to your lips, she brings you into a seering hot kiss filled with lust and passion. You moan against her lips as she plays with your bare tit's.

"Lean back for me on the desk will you?," she whispers against your lips. You do as your told and lean on your elbows as she spreads your legs apart. The coldness of her metal hand made you squirm but she manages to pry your thighs open. Exposing your matching lace panties to her hungry gaze.

"Fuck baby, you're this wet already?" She chuckles , "Just from a few kisses?". You bite your lip, your face heating up from embarrassment. Your breath hitches as you feel her thumb against your clothed clit, feeling the bud twitch under her touch.

"I can't help it Sev -," you gasp as she kisses a trail from your thighs down to your hot core. Gently nudging her nose against it.

Before another word could be said, your panties were torn apart a slight tug from her mechanical finger. Realising she can't really have you properly on her desk, she picks you up in her arms bridal style and plops you down on the plush mattress.

Crawling onto the bed beside you, she then maneuvers you above her face. You peered down with heavy breaths at her as her mouth was now inches away from your throbbing cunt.

"You're gonna ride my face now, 'kay angel?"

You're not sure how long you've been riding her face, but it felt like forever.

"Nngh! Shit Sev, please...- can we stop for a sec..?"

Fucking Sevika. Just because she was a regular at the brothel, doesn't mean she gets to have her way with you.

You were beginning to get exhausted from the amount of times you came on her tongue. Of course, It didn't help with her completely ravaging you underneath like a mad woman. Making you squirm on top of her.

"Tsk, stop moving. You don't want me to tie you up and leave you high and dry, do you sweet thing?"

She mumbles against your wet core. The vibrations from her deep voice made you moan louder, surprising yourself as you quickly cover your mouth. The walls to your apartment were thin so the neighbours could definitely hear you two go at it. Not that Sevika minds, she knows that you on the other hand. Wouldn't want the embarrassment from your neighbours.

After your third orgasm , she pulls away while wiping her mouth. You didn't really have chance to breathe as she flips you onto your back again and positions her cock on the folds of your drenched pussy.

"Not done yet ," her voice deep with fervent as you could only sink into the pillows beneath your head and pray that she doesn't do anything too extreme.

The room filled with the obscene sounds moaning and skin slapping. Your body felt hot and sticky all over as Sevika continues to plunge inside you with her hexcore strap, the subtle vibrations adding to the pleasure. You tried your very best to keep quiet but it was hard with her being so rough.

You were surprised that it even fit in you considering the sheer size of the thing. But it slipped in quite easily due to the your own slick.

Sevika leans down as she folds her body over yours, pressing together your foreheads as she grunts. "Love this pussy so fucking much, you take my cock so well."

She captures your lips in hers as she deepens the kiss before pulling back slightly. Her intense gaze making you even more turned on than usual.

"You feel so good baby, 'swear I can feel you 'round me-"

Clinging onto Sevika , you felt the tension building once again as she fucks you relentlessly with a pace that leaves you breathless. You gently hold her face in your hands as look deep into her eyes as you whimper , "Pleae don't stop Sevy, you're doing so good for me."

Feeling her own high coming , she buries her face in the crook of your neck. Pressing hot kisses over the dark purple hickeys that we're scattered all over her neck.

"I won't angel, need you to come f' me ok?"

Sevika continues to pepper kisses all over your face and neck while her hands groped your tit's. Her thrusts becoming more faster and rugged , driving you both closer to the edge. You arch your back, your clit bumping against Sevikas abs with every moment. Your moans were getting louder so she leans in to swallow each one with a passionate kiss, making you borderline insane.

"There you go," she whispered, her voice a mixture of praise and satisfaction as she watched you unravel beneath her. "Taking my cock so well...just like I knew you would." Her words sent a thrill through you, and you felt yourself clench around her. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

" Vika shit...! I'm gonna cum-" you huffed breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers make deep dents and scratches on her back. With one final deep thrust, you completely become undone. Your legs shaking by her head with every thrust as Sevika slows down to help you calm down from your high.

Once you both came, she pulls out. Watching a mixture of blue shimmer and your cum drip out.

As the after math of the moment settled over you both, Sevika shifted back just enough to see the mess she made. A playful smirk slowly forming on her lips. She took in the scene beneath her, the sheets ruined and soaked. Your face was flushed and your messy hair created the illusion of a halo above your head.

"What a mess," she murmured, a teasing glint in her eyes as she caresses your cheek affectionately.

"Didn't know you had it in you." Her voice was low and playful. You were too dumbed out to speak so you just lay there, trying to regulate your breathing. Noticing how tired you were, she heads to the bathroom to turns on the taps and prepare a hot bath for you.

Picking you up gently from the bed, you weakly cling onto her while you lean in softly kiss her cheek. "Thanks Sev..."

" 's fine princess, let's get you all cleaned up. "

[travelingmaster-inspirations]

I blinked a few times as I felt myself 'wake up' and come back to the present.

The feeling was incredibly familiar and a quick look at my phone confirmed what I already knew. My texting app was opened and the last thing I sent into the conversation was a selfie I didn't remember taking. Considering the fact that I was relaxing on my balcony, I was glad that the compelled selfie I took of myself was so tame because really, it could have been MUCH more embarrassing.

That in itself was a little out of character so I decided to scroll up and smiled when I noticed that there were 3 more pictures I didn't remember sending him. All were from earlier in the day and just like the last one I sent, I had no memory of taking or sending them. I hadn't 'woken up' after I took them so I was completely oblivious to the fact that I had sent him a few nude pictures of myself as I got ready before breakfast.

Looking at my expressionless face, I couldn't help but still be fascinated with my impossible situation. I mean... With the exception of a few very strict rules, I'm mostly free to live my life as if my hypnotic subjugation had never happened. So far, I've kept my job and still see my friends on a regular basis, yet, I'm well aware that I'm only allowed all those things so the people around me don't catch on that, for the last few months, I've been my Master's helpless thrall.

I never even dreamed that something like this was even possible and thinking back on it now, it's probably why I felt no reservations when Master first approached me and asked if it was ok if he tried to hypnotize me. I remember thinking that he wasn't cute enough to warrant my attention, but since the evening hadn't turned out as fun as I had hoped, I decided to humor him thinking that if I played my cards right I would, at the very least, be able to squeeze out a few free drinks out of it.

I was fully committed to 'playing along' and listened intently to his words, however, I wasn't expecting his induction to actually work. The next thing I knew, the party was over and most of my friends were already gone because apparently, I had told them all not to wait for me. The notion that I had somehow lost a part of my evening didn't even register as an overwhelming need to leave the party washed over me. As I disappeared into the cool night air, I figured my evening fun was over so I made my way home. Only, once I was safely inside and I turned to walk into my living room, I found myself utterly confused because I wasn't at all inside my home.

My confusion didn't last for too long once I turned and noticed the man standing next to me. Suddenly, I remembered that I had agreed to go home with him and as I did, a powerful wave of arousal invaded every cell of my body. It didn't matter to me that I hadn't gone to the party to find myself a man to bed, all I cared about was that I wanted HIM with every carnal fiber of my body. After our first fevered kiss, my evening quickly became a blur of pleasure and blackouts. Of course at the time, I believed that my blackouts were a side effect of the intense orgasms he gave me. However, the reality I learned later on was that those pieces of missing time were actually trances.

When I left his place the next morning, all I knew was that I had an incredibly fun night with a quirky guy that fancied himself a hypnotist. I had no clue whatsoever that he had used every spare moment to drop me so he could repeatedly implant a special set of words that would place me right back into a deep obedient trance. But then again, even if I had been aware that he tranced me during our evening together, I would probably not even have been worried about it because I had no clue whatsoever that hypnosis could implant such long-lasting suggestions and triggers. 

Because you see, at the time, I still thought hypnosis was just a clever party trick with willing conspirators. With everything that has happened since then however, I'm well aware that hypnosis, when skillfully applied to a naive suggestible mind like mine, can completely re-write someone's mental landscape.

I'm not sure how many times he called to trance me, but by the time I found myself going back to his place, I was already calling him Master without realizing it. I remember feeling a little disappointed when he proposed to trance me instead of just enjoying ourselves, but since I was already feeling rather compliant, I didn't protest and played along as he 'officially' hypnotized me again.

I was much less disappointed when I woke up from that deep trance with one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced. He didn't let me enjoy it as much as I wished though because he sank me right back into trance before I could fully savor the aftermath of my pleasure. He repeated that process again and again as he pushed my mind back and forth between the heights of pleasure and the depths of trance. Even if it was unbearably confusing, I dove into the experience without realizing that it was actually a hypnosis technique that was meant to bring me deeper than I had gone before.

I was so out of it that it took me a long while to realize that the trance part of our evening was over and that the pleasure I was feeling wasn't due to his hypnotic play, but the powerful thrust of his cock as he fucked me back to reality. I was such an erotic confused mess that I completely submitted to whatever he wanted. He changed our position multiple times and I was just along for the ride. Heck, I didn't even complain when he decided to end our romp by having me suck him off even though I hated doing that with my lovers.

I just felt so utterly compliant and grateful that I wanted to do anything I could to return the favor. I've sucked his cock many times since then, but none of those times quite comes close to the euphoria I felt when he finally came in my mouth. In some strange way, even the pleasure I feel when we fuck isn't as profound as what I felt when I went down on him that first time.

My mind was so out of it that I didn't even consider the fact that I had never experienced such pleasures when I blew my lovers. It just... Didn't occur to me that he could use hypnosis in a way that would make the act of fellating him mildly addictive.

I left his place completely hooked on the pleasure I experienced so I went to him again and again. We continued to play with my mind in ways I couldn't understand, but deeply enjoyed. All the while, I unknowingly dove deeper into my submissiveness towards him as I found myself with a growing need to cater to his every desire.

Even when his increasingly specific desires included collars and slave-like role play, I didn't think anything of it and gave myself to the experience so I could somehow repay him for all the wonders he was showing me.

What finally tipped me off that it wasn't all role play was when I woke up from a particularly deep trance to find myself sitting at my kitchen table. It was disorienting to say the least, but what made it even more confusing was the piece of paper laid out in front of me. Before I could even look around to see where he was, I felt compelled to read its contents aloud. I was still somewhat dazed from the trance, so I didn't really care how or why I was doing it, however, as I finally understood the words I was speaking, I realized with a certain amount of shock that it was a list of rules.

MY rules...

For a confusing moment, I wondered if this wasn't just another part of his elaborate role play, but as I read each rule, I slowly realized that they were anything BUT role play. Some of the rules were clearly meant to be applied when I was with him, but a lot of them had no connection to our playtime at all and were clearly implied that he was claiming me as his true slave.

I was shocked that he assumed he could exert so much control over my daily life, but even so, with each rule I read, I felt my excitement and arousal grow at the thought of it. In fact, it grew so much that I could barely bring myself to read the last rule out loud without openly moaning. When I finally managed, I couldn't hold back anymore and came hard when I felt compelled to add that I would obey every single one of them.

Coming back down from that impossible release was like waking up from a dream. It was like I could finally truly see him for the first time. I watched him through seemingly new eyes as he confidently wrapped a collar around my neck and declared that I was his. That he owned me...

There was no spike of denial...

No troubled or worried thoughts...

All I felt in that moment of strange clarity was pleasure as I embraced the fact that our kinky role play had evolved into something very real. Every trance and command felt somehow different and more potent after that special evening. It’s like that list of rules had somehow erased the last traces of denial or resistance or whatever made me doubt the control he truly had over me. For example, he had wrapped a collar around my neck before, but when he did so after I came that night, I finally became aware of everything it meant.

I belonged to him… Mind, body and soul…

That’s become the first thought I have when I wake up in the morning and the last one to cradle me to sleep at night. There’s nothing I can do to change that simple fact, but then again, it’s definitely not something I WANT to change either.

I’m completely content to be his property and serve his every desire whenever he visits or compels me to go to him. I mean… It’s not like I have a choice either way, but I’ve found that it excites me to no end to know that with a few simple words or a snap of his fingers, he can send my mind away in it’s own little blissed out world while he implants new compulsions and triggers that I’ll obey as surely as if I was a computer executing a line of program.

Like right now…

I know he’s just tranced me and I can feel that he’s probably left instructions in my subconscious because I can feel this growing sense of unease as I calmly bask in the afternoon sun.

Does it mean he’s about to visit me?

Does it mean I’m about to go blank and walk myself to his apartment?

Or maybe it means that I’m about to do something else his creative kinky mind wants me to do in the confines of my apartment…

I’ll have no way to know exactly what he instructed me to do until I actually do. Well… To be more precise… I won’t know until he lets me remember!

If he ever does…

Regardless of what it might be, whenever he plays with me I get impossibly turned on and I can’t wait to feel all the rewards my enthrallment to him brings me…

[suzukiblu]

With regards to some older fic posts of yours, I have been wanting to write how much I love certain lines or sections, or just yell about how they make me feel, but I worry that too many comments on older sections of your work might be annoying if you get too many, or that I'll be replying on fics your aren't enthusiastic about at the moment and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable. What would you suggest as the best way to let you know of my adoration for different sections without getting in the way of other things (i.e. not too often, only on Tuesdays, only on the latest post, don't do it, etc.)

(Sorry if this is silly but, I love your writing, and if I get blocked for being too annoying I wouldn't blame you but, I would be annoyed with myself haha)

. . . . . . . listen, I appreciate you asking, and I'm sure that THEORETICALLY someone could manage to comment/reply on my writing so much that I would parse it as them spamming me, but theoretically Elon Musk possesses a human heart somewhere in that black bitter soul of his, so like, the chances seem slim, hahaha.

Legit there is just about nothing I like more than people telling me what they think about ANYTHING I've written, whether I'm actively working on it or not, and frankly getting one single comment on a story I hadn't worked on in a while or had even straight-up abandoned has historically run the gamut from making me go "aw, that's nice, I'm glad people still like it 😊" to ". . . . . . I am immediately going to spend the next six months writing another 120k in this abandoned WIP and actually gd finish it this time", so like . . . BELIEVE me, I am not the guy you have to worry about hitting "too many" with, hahaha. Plus I have so many WIPs rn that I am MORE than used to getting comments on stuff I'm not actively working on and if anything it just gives me a better idea of what people wanna see more of. There are many, MANY WIPs on here that only got past the first thousand words because people repeatedly told me how much they liked them and several that I have only barely progressed in because people just weren't that responsive to 'em. I am just VERY much the type whose writing thrives on acknowledgment/feedback, that is SCREAMINGLY who I am as a writer, haha. Like I am the closest thing to "put comment coin in, get fic out!" you will get in most fandoms, I am pretty sure, lol.

( also-historically, I have only blocked I think two or three Tumblrs in my entire time ON Tumblr and they were all pornbots, so an actual person would have to get prettyyyyy nasty at me for me to decide I wanted to block 'em. like as long as you're not sending me hate speech or death threats we're pretty much good; "too many replies on old posts" is just not a thing that's gonna get me there, hah. )

[lsunstreakerl]

Hiiii!

For the promp request

doubled penetration with Daniel/Carlos/Max, in dark bull universe maybe. :)

hallelujah, this stayed under 1k. somehow. (nobody ask me about the coldplums prompt please and thank you)

anyways! Kink prompt fill, darkbull verse, pre-kidnapping CMD. 900 words, Daniel POV

pairings: carlos sainz/max verstappen/daniel ricciardo

relevant warnings: it's darkbull, so like. all of that. implied sex under the influence, sex without explicit consent.

Max is panting into Daniel's chest, hips fucking back onto Carlos's fingers. Daniel runs a hand through his hair where it's starting to get damp with sweat, kissing his forehead.

"You're doing a good job baby, just a little bit more."

Max whines, but he listens, manages to relax even further on top of Daniel, sinking down onto his cock.

Daniel tips his head back at Carlos's soft chuckle.

"Get on with it, asshole."

Carlos presses his fingers deliberately against Daniel inside of Max, laughing at Daniel's cut off gasp.

"Be patient, I'm working on it. I don't want to hurt him."

Daniel narrows his eyes, tries not to focus on the wet heat of Max, the pressure of Carlos's fingers as he coaxes Max even wider, the same as he's been for the past thirty minutes. Max has come twice, but Daniel hasn't at all, so it's a bit of an involuntary edging session at this point.

"You're fucking teasing, is what you're doing."

Carlos just grins, smug, as his hand wraps around his weeping cock, guiding it into Max. They don't exactly compare sizes, but Carlos is thicker where Daniel is longer, and they probably should have started with Carlos, but Max was already fucked halfway to stupid at that point, and they hadn't thought about it.

Daniel leans his head near Max's ear.

"I think you're ready, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take it slow."

Max mumbles something into his chest, but it's irrelevant. He's been slightly loopy all day, couldn't focus on any one thing. Daniel's pretty sure he's in some light trouble with strategy, but not enough for it to be a team wide memo- just enough that he probably got thoroughly scolded in the meeting earlier.

He moans into Daniel's skin at the first press from Carlos, and Daniel's hand is gripping tight into the bedsheets- no bruises for Max.

"Fuck, Sainz, was it this big when you two got together?"

Carlos smirks, but he doesn't stop, just continues in an endless, overwhelming press.

"Yes, but he was a little bit smaller. Very tight."

Daniel laughs breathlessly, tangles a hand in Max's hair to lift his head up. Max is gone- eyes rolled back, mouth dropped open.

"Oh babe."

Carlos quirks an eyebrow, and for a moment Daniel isn't sure how much more he can take- before Carlos settles, deep inside Max.

"How is he?"

Daniel rolls his eyes as he brings his hands to Max's ass, cocking one leg so he'll have better leverage.

"Stupid with it."

"Of course."

The first time Carlos slides with Daniel, he thinks he might shoot off on the spot- and Carlos must feel the time, dropping his head onto Max's back for a moment.

"Fuck."

"No kidding."

"Alternate?"

Daniel considers.

"I won't last."

Carlos lifts his head to grin, eyes bright through strands of inky dark hair.

"No stamina in the older men these days, I tell you."

Daniel snaps his hips up- mostly to watch Carlos's punched out gasp, but the way Max cries out between them is a nice perk.

"Shut up and fuck him."

The alternating helps- there's a constant slide of movement, and for all of Carlos's jokes he's not going to last long either, Max moaning in the middle. They can probably get him to come again- it depends on if he had during the meeting earlier or not- otherwise he might be going dry at this point.

"Daniel-"

"Yeah, me too, go ahead-"

Carlos snaps his hips in a few more times before he stays in place, head bowed as he grinds in slowly. Daniel gives him a moment before repositioning his hips, and then he's fucking into Max, wet and gaping and loose as Carlos pulls out.

"Oh- Daniel, don't come yet- I am going to take a picture-"

Daniel tosses his head back, tries to hold on as he hears the shutter snap, and Max whines at the noise- tries to clench around Daniel unsuccessfully, too stretched open to manage anything.

Carlos flips his phone around so Daniel can see, and then Daniel is pushing Max all the way down onto him, groaning as he comes.

Max twitches on top of him, makes a soft little noise as Daniel slides out of him.

Carlos is ready immediately, sliding the preselected plug into Max. They'll go down in size over the next couple hours, make sure Max is well taken care of.

"I will grab a washcloth."

Daniel runs a hand down Max's spine, slick with sweat.

"Fuck that, run a bath. We'll have to change the sheets anyways."

Carlos makes a kissy face at him.

"I am going to use the scented shampoo then- the one that makes the bubbles, since you hate them."

Daniel flops his head back, looking despairingly at Max.

"See how he treats me?"

Max doesn't respond. Daniel didn't really expect him to. He gently covers Max's ears as he raises his voice so Carlos can hear him in the bathroom.

"I don't hate the bubbles, I hate what it does to my curls!"

"Sure, I believe you."

"Cunt."

A brief kiss to the top of Max's nose, and then Daniel is carefully sitting them up, standing so he can carry Max to the bath.

With Carlos's stupid bubbles.

He's going to need to import more of his conditioner.

[evidenceof]

and roll credits for webgott valentine's week! long-ish post but i don't think it can be anything but saur...

haguenau is for lovers was me deciding to shoot for the moon after 1) meg wondered out loud about a webgott week (after injecting webgott into my brain), 2) i zoomed in on lieb reading sunday comics, feverishly tore through the stars and stripes archive only to realize that easy was in haguenau during valentine's week 3) caoimhe said, "haguenau is for lovers" and it sticking into my brain permanently.

that is to say, i am so very lucky to be friends with people whose thoughts are so infectious and always brilliant. would like to take this time to thank the people who held my sweaty hand all throughout my first stab at organizing a fan event.

tierney @kbsd my beloved!! thank you for literally putting up with my anxiety through all this and for reading (and proofreading) walls of text on gdocs to make sure i still sounded sane. putting up with wips for queueing and scheduling posts when i'm asleep even if you've had a Long Day of Moving houses. i would literally be in the trenches without you. thank you for never doubting me and for genuinely matching my (control) freak.

meg @ww2yaoi head webgott babe (let's all acknowledge that) for the really kind messages. they helped me more than you'd know!! licherally hilf wouldnt even be alive if i hadn't seen you post theee Webgott Wednesday Locket way back last year, and if you hadn't written lippenstift, down in the valley, no ghost looms (tbh all ur webgott) and made me spiral into this for good.

caoimhe @randlemartin. this'll sound weird but just trust ok. thank you for writing both text posts and fic that compel me to no end. the germ of the idea wouldn't have grown into anything good without it being fattened by your thoughts and words!! haguenau is for lovers <3 ik it isn't webgott, but reading delichon while prepping for this over the holidays kept me going fr.

karina @markedfordead and julia @joe-fuckingtwice-toye. your tags and everything you made throughout the event made me wanna cryyyy. they were all so sweet and genuinely, when i'd be fidgeting over the event day ahead, seeing that you two took the time to make something so lovely nearly every single day literally pacified the gnawing self-doubt hahaha thank you i mean it so much.

to everyone who participated!! wrote fics and drabbles, made web weaves, beautiful art that made me want to chew my screen because of how beautiful they all are, thank you so much!!!!!!! to everyone who rb-ed and liked, made valentines, my heart feels a lot bigger thanks to all of you.

shoutout to my laptop, photoshop, my secondhand wacom tablet that's been roi-ed the fuck out since november, my two hands, and futura condensed (1940s print would be NOTHING without you). thank god none of them decided to give up on me during event prep and proper. (and to my bubs who had to literally listen to me scream and yap about this from beginning to end. you are a saint. idk how i got so lucky to be with someone who supports my being a fujo wife with dead ww2 vets)

really wanted to keep my modding this on the down low, largely cos idk!! i just wanted the focus to be on webgott and the event, but also bc i knew this whole thing couldn't have come together because of a singular person, or even moreso, a singular interpretation of the ship. so i felt the distance was necessary. though i am proud, in a small way (im allowing myself a lil' bit of it), of being able to create a bunch of things for a pair i've fallen in love with, and for a group of people who hold so much affection for them.

all that to say! im glad to have made things with love, and (tw: cheesy as fuck) im only really able to do that bc im surrounded by people who love so beautifully. thank you all from da bottom of mi heart. if u read up until here. thank you for that too. ♡

♡ happy webgott wednesday. haguenau will always be for lovers. ♡

sorry this is literally too many scrolls down lmfao

[rainbowpopeworld]

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Screencap of black text on a white background.

In a suburban house in Paisley a wee boy was sticky-taping the leg of his oft-snapped spectodes back together. He couldn't remember a time when they hadn't been augmented with at least one area of peeling sellotape. Suddenly and quite without warning there was a rupture in the fobric of space and fime and a tall, skinny man tumbled through a wormhole in the middle of the living room and landed in a puddle of brown coat at the boy's feet.

"Who are you?" asked the boy. Confused and a little scared, but mostly loving it.

"Oh - oh, hello. If's you! I'm you... you're... me."

"Eh?" the boy asked. (Try as she might the boy's mother could not get him to say "pardon".)

"'m you. In your future. I'm thirty-eight years old."

Because he was eight the boy accepted this quite quickly. "Is that my coat then? Can I try it on?"

"No, no, no - " interrupted the skinny man, slightly disappointed his time-travelling was being greeted with so little wonderment. "This is my costume. These clothes are The Doctor's. In thirty years' time you get to play The Doctor. What do you think of that?!"

"Tom Baker leaves!" the boy boggled.

"Well.. yes, eventually - "

"And then I take over?"

"Not quite, no, there's a bit of time in between but....

"And that's what The Doctor wears?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

The boy took a moment to give this his full attention. "I prefer the scarf."

The skinny man looked a little crushed. "But this is really cool. People write about this outfit in newspapers and style magazines. This is geek chic!... But actually you're right; people never really get over the scarf."

"Are the monsters good?" the boy asked.

"Oh there are some great ones. And you get to fight the Daleks, and the Cybermen

" - and the Zygons?!"

"Erm, no, no not the Zygons. But loads of other ones that you'll love. And guess what... Sarah comes back! And K-9!"

"K-9 leaves too!!" the boy groaned.

"Well, yes but he comes back - with you. And there are loads of great companions. Some of them aren't even born yet - but they're just brilliant! And you won't believe this, but you know Bernard Cribbins from 'The Wombles'?"

" - and 'Jackanory' - "

" - and 'Jackanory', yes. Well he's in it too. You get to do all sorts of scenes with him."

"That's amazing!"

"It is."

"Why do I have to wait so long?" asked the boy.

"Eh? I mean, pardon?"

"You're really old."

"I don't think - well - not so - it's all relative. The skinny man protested.

"And how come your hair's all dark?" the wee boy asked.

"That just happens... round about twelve I think" The skinny man regarded his younger self. "Look there's quite a bit of stuff to get through first but hang in there. It's worth it. I promise. I can't tell you how much you'll love it."

"Really? Do I really get to be The Doctor?"

"You do. And listen - you are going to have: the best time of your life."

And with that the skinny man disappeared in a swirl of pulsing temporal vortex. The wee boy held his damaged glasses in front of his face as the wormhole blinked out of existence. That was unexpected, he thought. And pretty unlikely.

Then he turned his attention back to the sellotape and the glasses. 'The Creature From the Pit' Part Two was on later. He needed to be ready.

David John McDonald, 3rd November 1979/2009

Apparently David Tennant wrote this for a doctor who episode guide and it’s the cutest thing

https://welleyenever.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/11/doctor-who-series-4-specials-foreword-2.jpeg?w=840

girl NOT David Tennant writing doctor who fanfic about himself and himself 💀

[hathorneheiress]

Dangerous woman.

After a chaotic dinner with the Hawthornes, Lyra was ready to retire to her room for the night. It wasn't the that disliked her boyfriend's odd family, quite the opposite. But she had listened to enough riddles and weird cryptic talk to last her for a long time.

Sighing, she closed the door to her luxurious bedroom. Letting her lose, she slipped into a dark blue silk nightgown, it's neckline coming dangerously low. Good thing no one would be seeing her in this state.

A talented dancer, Lyra enjoyed listening to music often. Even though it wasn't her own room, the Hawthornes had allowed her to rearrange and add anything to it like it was. And one of those things was her own old record player with records.

She pulled one that held many different songs in one. "Demons" by Imagine Dragons came blasting through in no time.

What a fitting song, as everyone had demons, some more than others, she thought as she slowly walked toward the window. The full moon was out, and she wanted to admire it before bed.

As she glanced out the window, she caught sight of her boyfriend swimming in the crystal blue water below.

Grayson Hawthorne, grandson of the late, but by no means missed Tobias Hawthorne, not only was he one of the most beautiful men on the planet, but he was also her boyfriend, though Lyra still couldn't believe it was true.

They had been dating for a little over a year, but there was still so much more she still didn't know about him. Though if there was one thing she did know, was that he was still the biggest, but lovable asshole ever to live.

His pace never changed as she watched him. It was at that exact moment that the music changed. "Dangerous woman" came blaring through the room.

Don't need permission, made my decision to test my limits

Lyra let the words sink into her. Both her and Grayson had made decisions that not everyone would have approved of. But they didn't need anyone's permission either. They were grown adults, and they had pushed each other to the limits to many times to count.

I'm locked and loaded, completely focused, my mind is open.

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God Don't you stop, boy.

Lyra's skin began to crawl as her face flushed with embarrassment. It wasn't hard to let the thoughts that she had controlled for so long come rushing out. How could watching her boyfriend swim feel so enchanting?

She didn't want him to stop as he swam with a grace like no other. Oh, those strong, powerful arms as they stroked the water like it was nothing. How many times had she imagined him wrapping them around her?! Holding her close and telling her she's his.

Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout Somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout

Lyra never had considered herself dangerous. Ruthless, sassy, and not afraid to say her thoughts? Definitely.

Nothin' to prove and I'm bulletproof and Know what I'm doing.

If only that true. When Lyra first met Grayson she had every reason to prove to him. That she was strong, better then him, that could beat him in anything. Both wore layers of bulletproof masks to protect themselves. But it became evident that both didn't know what they were doing and they were willing to become alley's and then that became more.

Now, with him by her side, she didn't have to prove herself. She was enough. He was enough.

Oh, yeah Somethin' 'bout you Makes me feel like a dangerous woman.

But man, music sure had a way of opening channels in your brain you never knew existed.

Maybe she should imagine everything she knew hadn't happened yet. All those sweet moments she envisioned but never thought possible.

Just then, Grayson came out of the pool.

You know how I'm feeling inside (somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout)

If only he did. They way his long, muscular, powerfully built legs came striding out of the pool. The water dancing around them, highlighting every vein. The way he elegantly shook his mane of thick blond hair. The way the water flew off. Just like out of a movie.

All girls wanna be like that.

Surely all girls have wanted this moment to happen to them. Watching this enchanting event happening before them, only wishing he knew that you were watching.

As if Fate decided to take hold of her predicament, Grayson looked up from where he was standing.

Well shit

Lyra's breath hitched in her throat. She couldn't run, not now. Not with him looking at her like that. And then he did something she had never seen before.

The bastard smiled at her.

(Yeah, there's somethin' 'bout you, boy)

Not a small smile. No, it was slow, sly. Almost coy even. For a brief moment she wondered if Jameson had switched into Grayson's body. But that was not the case.

Dammit.

Yup, she was doomed.

Tagging @lyrakanefanatic @ria-lina @goldi-1-graysons-version @i-too-enjoy-blog @riddles-n-games @reminiscentreader @cocomowgy

[swtblue]

Hi my shining stars! How have you been lately? I hope you all are fine! Remember to stay hydrated, eat and rest well. Health is so important! Here I leave you a little thought of Mingi with the twins. Always keep in mind that this is just pure fiction. This does NOT represent Mingi in any way.

The house has been in complete silence for much longer than you would think normal with two one-and-a-half years old babies playing with their father. Could it be that Mingi has put them to sleep? Imposible. It's not their nap time and both Mingi and you are unwilling to let them sleep more than two hours after that fateful day when you both had to stay up until three o'clock in the morning trying to get them to sleep. Neither their warm milk, nor their favourite cartoons, nor singing them to sleep helped. And while you and Mingi were so sleepy you couldn't keep your eyes open.

The silence was even eerie, as if you were alone in the house. Which might have been an option if it weren't for the fact that Mingi hadn't come to let you know he was going for a walk with the kids. You could think that he hadn't said anything to you so as not to make you lose your concentration because you were too busy with work, but no. Neither of you left the house with the children without telling the other one first.

Then? Your children are very noisy, always shouting, babbling, laughing… And the torrent of your husband's voice is too powerful not to hear at least a little murmur. Moreover, you were listening to them before, why not now?

With doubt preventing you from continuing with your work, you get up and leave the room in the direction of the living room where your family is supposed to be, at least that's the last place you've seen them. And indeed, there they are. On the floor three of them, or so you think because you can only see your husband's back. But you can safely deduce from the tilt of his head that he is looking at your children.

Moving silently towards Mingi, you peek over his shoulder to find your twins dressed up with their matching bear bodies, sitting opposite each other in complete silence, watching their little toes covered by their socks wiggle. For a moment it seems impossible that your hyperactive twins have been silent for a long time just looking at their little feet, but then you remember that they are easily distracted by any little thing, like that snail in the park the other day.

But your husband? You can't believe he has been quiet too, just looking at your babies moving their toes, until you find yourself getting in a more comfortable pose just to watch them. The movement of those tiny feet is hypnotic, you don't know why but you can't stop looking at them. Maybe it will sound strange but your twins’ tiny feet are kind of magnetising.

And then, Mingi decides to break the silence “Our babies are the cutest in the whole world. Everything on them is just perfect” that statement makes you laugh, crouching down to their level next to Mingi “They really are, yes”. And as soon as they hear your voice, as if it were an alarm, your children raise their little heads to look at you with those big shiny eyes they have, moving their arms and legs faster while calling you in their own particular language that only they understand. That's when Mingi also moves his head to finally look at you “It seems that they have a favorite one”.

“That's only because they haven't seen me in a long time, Min” you say while you help your kids to stand up from their seats to walk towards you, hugging you almost immediately “This is not half as excited as they get when you get home” your husband's gaze goes from your face to the children a few times before he crosses his arms and looks back at you with a raised eyebrow “You say while our kids hug you as if you were all they need in their lives”.

“Don't be dramatic and come here, babe” you lean on him to press a soft kiss on his lips, making him smile pleasantly against your lips. Not like your kids who are already babbling complaints with their little jealous frowns, their tiny hands reaching your faces to make you look at them “Look at these two little jealous” Mingi says, laughing before leaning towards your children to give each one a kiss as they are demanding “All they want is to have all the attention for themselves, don't you, my babies?” Now you are the one leaning to press a long, sounded kiss on their cheeks “They have got that from you”.

“Hey” Mingi nudges you gently as you both start to laugh at your comment because, as much as Mingi tries to argue about it, he knows you're right. Those kids are just as clingy and possessive as their daddy is, always wanting to be the centre of your attention.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

Hiii, congrats on 800 followers! I think it's soo good of you to write, and study and everything. I was soo overwhelmed by just study and work 🫣

Always love your fics, so thank you so much for everything 🫶🏽🩷

For the drunken challenge, could you maybe write something with number 1 and 17? Maybe with Javi Peña or Frankie? 😁

Drunken Love Confessions prompts l Frankie Morales

1. "I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

17. "I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" "You’re not doing anything." "But… I sent you my love. Did you… did you not get it?"

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a/n: Sweetie, you've supported me for so long it's been a pleasure to write this. Thank you for being here.

warnings: alcohol, some swearing, mentioned kissing

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"I like your stupid face. It's so stupid. It's so… I like it. Can I touch it?"

"Do you think I look stupid?"

"Nooo!" you groaned, grabbing Frankie's arm with a look like you just realized what you said. "I just... I just..."

“I’m kidding you, damn it!” he laughed, and you felt like you hadn’t fucked anything up after all. “But why do you want to touch my face?”

You had no idea. 

You had already drunk so much that there was no efficient connection between your brain and your mouth. This evening had been going on for a long time. Benny's birthday was celebrated by quite a large group, and you and Frankie had already managed to get pretty drunk.

Frankie. Your friend. Someone you could always count on. Someone who knew how to make you laugh and what kind of chocolate you liked when you were having a bad day. Someone you called when your date was hopeless and picked you up from everywhere. Someone you were incredibly close to. And finally someone you kissed on the 4th of July, and a few more times after that, but you both blamed it on the alcohol and the wrong time.

Even though you had a soft spot for him, you felt like you couldn't meet halfway. You had no idea that the boys had started placing bets on when you would finally decide to be together.

And even now, when you were both drunk and you touched each other more often than friends should, you still couldn't talk about your feelings.

Frankie wrapped his arm tightly around you so you didn't fall to the floor when you both decided to go outside for some fresh air. It was only there that you saw his brown eyes sparkling beautifully, and a small smile playing on his lips.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, lighting a cigarette and looking at you suspiciously.

You leaned against the wall. The back parking lot was just the two of you, muffled music coming from behind closed doors. You smiled broadly.

"I like you, Francisco." You said, and maybe this confession would have made a bigger impression on him if you hadn't staggered at the same time.

"Watch out! Jesus Christ!" he laughed, grabbing your arm and straightening you up. "You're drunk as hell."

"I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" you looked at him in a strange way and for a moment you were both silent.

Finally, it was Frankie who spoke first. "You're not doing anything."

Desperation appeared on your face. "But... I sent you my love. Did you... did you not get it?"

"W-What?" he choked out. "Oh, hermosa! You have no idea how much I would like to hear that when we were both sober, but..."

You suddenly frowned and folded your arms over your chest. "I'm not joking, Francisco." Your voice sounded incredibly sober and determined. "I like you. Even in that cap you wear all the time." He instinctively adjusted the cap on his head. "And I'm worried that you only have feelings for me when we're both drunk."

That melted his heart. You were the sweetest thing he knew. He adored you, your sense of humor, the way you always listened and didn't judge him. He would give anything to have the courage to ask you out, but all he'd done so far was kiss you a few times and then you both pretended that you were just drunk.

Frankie shook his head and sighed. "We should talk again tomorrow when we're sober, hermosa. I'll take you home and..."

“Give it back!” you announced suddenly.

Frankie blinked, surprised and confused. "But what?"

"My love, dumbass!" no you weren't joking "If you don't want it then give it back!"

"What makes you think I don't want it?" he asked but you took a step forward, you were really angry.

"I told you to give it back, Francisco."

He suddenly crossed his arms over his chest and took a few steps back, as if he really wanted to keep something with him. "No." he said "I'm not giving you anything!"

You snorted and rested your hands on your hips. You almost stomped your foot like a little child. The whole situation would probably be funny for you, but the drinks you had had made you really start arguing about something that wasn't physically there.

You snorted and put your hands on your hips. Frankie was sure you were about to stomp your foot like a little kid. The whole situation would probably be funny to you, but the drinks you had had made you really start arguing about something that wasn't physically there.

"Hermosa..." Frankie started slowly "I really appreciate this..." you glared at him "I mean, I don't want you to think I don't feel anything for you. You're amazing and all..."

"That sounds like you're about to say some 'but'." you stated.

"But we're fucking drunk!" he threw his arms out in helplessness "You'll regret it tomorrow."

"You want to know what I regret when I'm sober?" you asked, pointing a finger at him "That we always pretend nothing happened between us. I've never even been drunk enough to not know what I was doing!"

Frankie frowned as if trying to piece it together. “You mean…”

“I mean, every time I kissed you, I wanted to kiss you, dumbass. But then you acted weird so today I decided to give myself some courage and now I’m fucking drunker than I’ve ever been and you’re still ignoring me and…”

Frankie’s large hands closed over yours with a finger extended and for a moment you tried to understand what he had just done. His eyes stared at you in awe.

“Let's make a deal, I won't give you back what you sent me, but tomorrow, if we both still want it, we'll finally do something about it, okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“A date. We’ll go on a real date. If we both still want it. Because I want it, I want it bad. I want it really fucking bad to be honest.”

Your face suddenly brightened. "Are you serious, Francisco?"

"Of course, hermosa."

You sighed quietly and your eyes filled with tears. However, after a moment you nodded. "Take me home then. I want to end this day."

You didn't know what time it was. The sound of your phone woke you up and you rolled out of bed to find your bag somewhere in a pile of your clothes. The phone vibrated in your hand and you noticed a picture of Frankie on the screen.

"Yes?" you yawned as you answered.

"Hi, hermosa." His voice was tired but cheerful. "If what you said yesterday is still relevant, maybe I could pick you up today around 6? What do you think?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Drunken Love Confessions prompts

you can still send requests

[mistressofthemanor]

masterofthemanor : Her statement had peaked his interest and he arched a brow at her curiously, eager to hear what exactly she had in mind when claiming that she had more to offer. He listened to her with bated breath and groaned lightly in response to her taking his lip between her teeth, which never failed to make his blood rush with excitement. "Well... I guess an eternity with you will have to suffice... somehow" He responded with a feigned disappointment after releasing a dramatic sigh and giving her a nonchalant shrug, though he couldn't keep up his act for even a good moment as the corners of his lips curled up, specifying the nature of his words. Content with where they've ended up, he reached up and brought her in for another kiss and right after she'd pulled back and repositioned herself, he could tell from the look on her face that she was up to something, so he watched her and waited for her to speak her mind... and she didn't disappoint him. Unable to help himself, he started chuckling at her sudden question, and despite her not expecting him to take wild guesses, he'd joined her game and decided to give it his best. "That you've changed your mind and you'd be willing to offer me your next life as well? *he asked with an ear to ear grin, then took it further* Either that or you're cold and you thought fetching a blanket would be a wonderful idea" He added jokingly, but he'd genuinely assumed that the chilly air was starting to bother his notoriously cold-sensitive wife. "So the latter" He commented softly, trying to keep up a calm façade, however, the sound of a nice bath - completely naked - with her made him anxious. He'd have loved to join her, in fact, he'd have given anything to be able to sink into the steaming water with her and hold her while they soaked, however, he just couldn't allow himself the luxury of that, for her knew the moment he'd get out of his shirt she'd catch a glimpse of the bandage around his arm and would start asking questions. He needed to come up with an excuse or a distraction... fast. "I... don't know... I-m... I don't really want to get out of bed right now... It's so comfortable... I'd hate to get up... *clears throat* You can take a bath if you wish" He added as an afterthought, unsure what excuse he could come up with that'd be good and believable enough.

With the corners of her lips turning upward into a pleased smile, Narcissa tilted her head to the side in a surprised manner. "Now that's something I hadn't considered. However, that can come into the terms and agreements at a later date. I'll make sure to add that into the paperwork that you'll be signing. You don't mind doing that, do you?" Pressing another kiss to his cheek, she teased in a grateful manner that they could find themselves joking around with one another like they used to do. Back when things were lighter and the word was easier. "And yes, I am getting cold. Hence why I suggested the bath." It was clear he recalled with ease just how cold she could become at times and the cool air to her exposed skin was not helping at the current moment. As much as she longed to be close to him and she hoped he felt the same, she knew the warm waters of the bath would ease her shivers. She fully expected him to jump at the idea or perhaps even circle back to trying to fetch a blanket for them to cuddle underneath. However, something changed in him that she was not expecting. Uncertainty? Uneaseness? Embarrassment? Narcissa couldn't quite put her finger on it but it was odd all the same. What made it more odd was that they had just been intimate, they were laying practically naked together but he didn't want to bathe with her? Normally she would question his manner and push against what was going on and she opened her mouth to protest but she realized that the change within one another was apparent in this situation. Maybe he no longer liked baths or like to wash at this time of day. "Alright. If you insist," she breathed out with a disappointed sigh. "Perhaps you can get something started for dinner? I never had a chance to eat a thing and I didn’t know if you had already eaten but it would be in my best interest to eat something before I go to sleep tonight." It wasn't that she wanted to be separated from him; rather it was quite the opposite. But if he didn't want to bathe with her, she wasn't going to ask him to sit in the washroom while she bathed and she was getting rather hungry after such a trying day.

Bones of Contention

[mafuluzx]

I think a reader based on Penelope (from the Odyssey or EPIC: the musical) would be cool to see 🙋 I don’t think we’ve gotten a ‘x Zane’ one-shot yet either

This really got me thinking and praying 'cause I had no idea how to portray this. I decided to focus on the reader to have a lot of that Penelope style loyalty, but it's really hard to portray in a single oneshot. And of course I made this a Zane x male reader. I hope it's good!

Zane x male reader oneshot!

Takes place between the end of season 3 and the start of season 4.

Never Forget

"(y/n), Zane's gone. It's about time you accept that."

"And just move on? Who do you take me for, Nya?" As usual, (y/n) was sitting on the same bench in the same park at the same time of day as usual. The place where he visited every day.

Everyday. Everyday (y/n) came to Ninjago City Central Park and sat down on the bench opposite of the giant titanium statue in the shape of, well, the Titanium Ninja.

Nya, who had ran into (y/n) by pure coincidence, set her tote bag on the ground and sat down next to the boy.

"You should stop torturing yourself." Nya spoke, watching how a birds huddled together on the arm of Zane's statue. "It's been a year since Overlord's attack. If Zane had survived, he'd surely have shown himself."

"Since when did you become such a pessimist?" (y/n) asked, tilting his head at Nya.

The two hadn't seen each other much since the Overlord's attack, and even the ninja team had officially split up. Though neither (y/n) or Nya were ninja, they too went their separate ways.

Of course they used to be a lot closer back when Zane was around. The team's very own Nindroid brought life into their lives, and even introduced (y/n) to them.

It was a strange match, a Nindroid and a human, but the team didn't seem to mind.

Nya sighed, pulling her jacket tighter around herself as the cool autumn breeze rustled the trees. "I'm not being a pessimist. I'm just... trying to be realistic. We all miss him, (y/n). But holding onto the past like this' it isn't going to bring him back."

"But why do we act like he never existed in the first place? No one seems to care at all anymore, like they've forgotten all about him! I fear I might too..."

"You won't," Nya assured him gently. "None of us will."

But fiddled anxiously with his fingers. "And it's not just that. It's..." He hesitated, fingers tightening into fists. "I feel like he's still out there. Somewhere. And if there's even a chance, even if just a hundredth of a prosent, then how can I just walk away?"

Nya studied him for a long moment, something unreadable in her expression. Then, with a quiet sigh, she stood, grabbing her bag. "I can't tell you what to do. But I don’t want to see you spend your whole life waiting for a ghost."

"But I've got to take these groceries back to base." She hesitated before giving (y/n)'s shoulder a brief squeeze. "Take care of yourself, (y/n)."

He didn't answer. He just kept staring at the statue as Nya walked away.

The sun had begun to set, and the time (y/n) usually left the park was approaching. (y/n) closed his eyes, listening to the wind for one more moment. Listening to the distant hum of the city, distant chatter of people, some birds singing, and then-

A whisper. (y/n)'s eyes snapped open. (y/n) could have sworn he heard his name.

Then he heard a soft flutter of wings. (y/n) turned just in time to see a sleek metallic falcon land on the back of the bench, tilting its head at him.

"Oh, it's just you." (y/n) relaxed, moving a hand and petting the robot bird's head gently. The falcon squinted its eyes contently, even letting out a quiet caw.

"You scared me." (y/n) admitted to the falcon. "You miss him too, don't you buddy?"

(y/n) asked as he lowered his hand, once again glancing at Zane's statue.

As if remembering something, it suddenly flailed its wings frantically, letting out a sharp cry before taking off, circling above (y/n) once before gliding toward the city streets.

though in confusion, (y/n) took off after it, weaving through the park and into the dimming streets of Ninjago City.

The falcon turned sharply, diving into a narrow alley. (y/n) followed, skidding to a halt as he spotted something in the dim light. It was a folded piece of paper, placed neatly on an old crate.

The falcon landed next to it and pecked the paper aggressively, definitely making a few holes in the paper.

"Hey, calm down." (y/n) softly told the falcon before picking up the paper. The falcon looked restless as it stared right into (y/n)'s eyes.

(y/n) unfolded the paper and froze. There were no words on the paper, just a picture. A picture of Zane.

The falcon shrieked, suddenly even more restless. (y/n) glanced at it, but didn't know why it was so panicked, and turned away. (y/n) was still wondering silently what the picture was, and what it was doing here.

(y/n) missed completely the quiet noise the falcon had tried to warn him of: a group of shady people approaching him from behind.

When (y/n) finally heard the out of place rustling of fabric behind him, it was too late. A thump sounded out, and everything went went black.

When (y/n) woke up, the back of his head was throbbing. The place was dim, but from somewhere in front of him came dim orange light.

(y/n) tried to reach out to it, but was stopped when his hand ran into a wooden door.

He was in a cell. Like, prison cell, but a lot creepier, and the only light came from a tiny circle shaped window on the wooden door. Though (y/n) couldn't see well, he noticed the cell he was in was cluttered. (y/n) there was even a computer and spare robot parts. Something about them looked familiar, but (y/n) wasn't sure why.

(y/n) waited until his head wasn't killing him, then picked up a gear from the floor and hit it against the door as hard as he could.

"Hey! Is someone there?!" He called, no one answered.

"Just so you know I am friends with the ninja! When they find out about this, you are in so much trouble!"

"The ninja?" A sudden, mechanical voice called from the other side of the wall on (y/n)'s left.

"Yes, the ninja!" (y/n) held back a scoff. "So you'd better let me out of here right now!"

"I can't do that. I'm trapped, just like you." The same voice answered

"Ah, sorry about that." (y/n) let out an awkward laugh, then sunk to the floor.

"No worries. But If I may inquire, your voice sounds very familiar, have we met before?"

"Umm... Maybe? What's your name?" (y/n) spoke, leaning against the wall from which the person's voice was coming from.

"Zane." No. No way. (y/n) wondered what he'd do to get this cruel prank played on him.

"Zane?" (y/n) repeated, thinking he must have just heard wrong. They person in the other cell didn't sound like Zane after all. Or at least he didn't sound exactly like Zane. The more (y/n) thought about it, the more similar they sounded.

"Yes," the voice responded, calm and steady. "And you are?"

(y/n) felt dizzy, his mind racing. Could it really be him or was this really just a cruel prank. (y/n) pressed his palm flat against the cold, rough wall between them, as if he could somehow reach through it and touch the person on the other side.

"(y/n)," he finally managed. "I'm (y/n)."

There was a pause.

"…I know that name," Zane then continued. "But… I do not understand why."

Now (y/n) was sure. On the other side of the wall, Zane had inched as close to the wall as he could, but since one of his hands was shackled to the back wall, he couldn't get very close.

His otherwise neutral face showed something akin to confusion... with a hint of sorrow.

But that all turned to surprise as he heard a quiet sniffle from the other side of the wall, and before Zane knew it, the quiet sniffling turned to whimpering and crying.

As if on instinct, Zane tensed up. "I'm sorry, I had not intention to make you cry."

When his words did little to change the situation, Zane continued.

"I can tell that you know me… but I cannot recall how. My memory is fragmented. I barely remember my own name. I'm sorry… I must have forgotten you."

"No, don't apologize." (y/n)'s voice came from the other side of the wall, sounding like he was holding back on crying again.

"But I made you cry."

"I'm crying because I'm happy!" (y/n) suddenly insisted, his voice rising. "It's been so long since I last heard your voice. How could I not?"

Zane was quiet for a moment. "You truly do feel familiar… but I cannot-"

"Don't force yourself to remember," (y/n) interrupted gently. ane couldn't see it, but he had started smiling. "I'm here now. Just… don't forget me again."

[bm571158]

Free Now LN4 (Part 28)

"Are you alright?" Flo asked, glancing over at Lottie. She'd been staring into space, almost completely unaware of the practice session being shown on tv, barely uttering a word since it had started.

"What?" Lottie mumbled, looking at Flo like she'd only just realised she was there.

"Alright, what's going on?" Flo asked looking bewildered. "Start talking."

Lottie was quiet for a second, then leaned in to whisper in Flo's ear, glancing around to make sure no one was listening to them. "Lando just introduced me to his teammate as his girlfriend."

"And?" Flo looked at her blankly.

"And we hadn't had that conversation..." Lottie mumbled. "Do you think he just said it because it was easier than trying to explain? He didn't mean it, did he?"

Flo laughed quietly. "How many times do I have to tell you that he's literally terrible at communicating his feelings about anything before you listen to me?"

"I'm listening now." Lottie sighed. "Every time I think I'm getting things straight he'll say or do something else and it just sends me spinning again."

"I think if he said it, then he was probably just saying whatever he feels." Flo reassured her. "He's not one to think things over or have much of a filter. If it's in his brain it's generally going to come out of his mouth at some point. He's got himself in all kinds of trouble over the years with that, you know this."

"Why is this so hard?" Lottie groaned. "Why can I not just get my brain go stop worrying about every tiny thing and just let it be what it will be?"

"Because you like him." Flo smirked.

Lottie rolled her eyes at Flo. "Don't you start. Just forget I said anything? Let's just change the subject."

She didn't have to worry for long, as the practice session finished at the cars were wheeled back into the garage, the roar of the engines and the noise of the team around them working quickly drowning out anything Flo could have had to say.

Instead she watched as Lando climbed out of the car, high-fiving several members of his team and stopping off to talk to his engineer for a few minutes before he rejoined them. She couldn't help but smile at the big grin on his face, having gone fastest in the session, and started the weekend off just the way he needed to.

"Hey." Lottie smiled as he approached them, his fingers running through the tousled curls on the top of his head, trying to tame them into submission.

"Hey." He grinned. "Are you having fun?" He stood behind her where she was sitting on her chair, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"I am." She smiled. "Well done, you did great out there."

"The car feels good, I've got a good feeling about this weekend." He nodded enthusiastically. "It's going to he a good weekend."

"I like this positivity." Lottie smiled, it was nice to see him actually looking excited and like he was enjoying himself.

"Shall we go and get some lunch?" He asked, glancing at his watch. "We've got a couple of hours before I need to be back here again."

"Sounds good." Lottie nodded, getting to her feet. One hand grasped at her crutch, the other Lando captured in his own, giving it a squeeze as they slowly headed out of the garage. Lando called a few promises over his shoulder to catch up with his parents and Flo later.

"Thanks for coming this weekend." He said softly as they got outside into the relative quiet of the paddock. "It's been so good to have you here."

"You're doing really well." Lottie smiled. "I'm proud of you."

"I uh... I was a bit worried I might've put my foot in it earlier." Lando admitted. "Probably spent more time thinking about that when I was driving than I did thinking about where I was actually going."

"Don't tell me that you're not even paying attention while you're out there going that fast. It's scary enough to watch as it is." Lottie told him. "Is this about what you said to Oscar?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. It just kind of fell out of my stupid mouth before I could stop it."

"It's fine." Lottie reassured him. "I can pretend that I didn't hear it. I'm not going to hold you to anything you said, don't worry."

"What if I want you to?" Lando asked.

"Huh?" Lottie looked at him blankly.

"I want it to be true, Lottie. I want to be able to call you my girlfriend, I just... I didn't know how to ask, I got myself all worked up and convinced I was going to ruin everything if I did and then I ended up just blurting it out anyway." He laughed nervously. "Unless you don't feel like that and then that's fine, then just forget I ever said anything and-"

"Lando." Lottie laughed, cutting off his nervous ramble. "Are you going to actually stop for a second and let me speak?"

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "I talk a lot when I'm nervous. Mum and Dad have spent half their lives telling me to shut up. Flo too, she finds it so annoying.... I'm doing it again, aren't I?"

Lottie giggled, watching him blush as he realised what he was doing. "Are you done? Can I speak?"

Lando nodded, biting on his bottom lip as if he didn't trust himself not to start talking again.

"I didn't mind what you said, Lando. Calling me your girlfriend, you make me happy, I want to be with you... you just caught me by surprise that's all." She told him.

"Sorry." He laughed nervously. "So you're not going to run away?"

"It might be a little too soon for you to be making running jokes." She teased him, but he could see from the way her eyes twinkled she was winding him up.

"Come on, let's go get some lunch." He wrapped his arm around her, leading her back towards the hospitality.

*****

Lando had driven them back to the garage in the golf kart after lunch, ready for the second practice session. He'd actually got them there early, much to the surprise of the team, who had made a lot of jokes about him actually being there on time for once. He had brushed them off, pulling faces and making all kinds of hand gestures at them with a laugh as he guided Lottie back towards her chair to sit and watch.

She sat down quickly as soon as she got there with no prompting from him, the efforts of the weekend really starting to catch up with her and she was beyond tired.

Lando had taken up his position stood behind her, hands on her shoulders, as she listened to him and Oscar talking, occasionally joining in when Oscar asked her a question. Oscar was full of questions about how her and Lando had met, and she could tell he was trying to find a polite way to ask what had happened to her and why she was on crutches, but he kept dancing around the subject.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Lando asked. "I'm sure Flo would take you back to the hotel if you're getting tired? It's been a pretty full on day."

"I'm fine." Lottie reassured, giving his arm a squeeze. "Do you need to go?"

He looked at his watch, then back at Lottie. "I do, I'm sorry."

"I'll be fine, your parents are right there and Flo will be here in a minute." Lottie told him. "Go, be brilliant. I'll see you after."

"Okay." He grinned, leaning into give her a kiss before heading off in the direction of where his parents were standing talking. Not thirty seconds after he'd stopped to speak to his Mum was Cisca sitting down in the chair beside her and Lottie knew exactly what he'd done.

"You don't need to sit here and babysit me, Cisca." Lottie told her. "I'm absolutely fine sat here on my own."

"It's not babysitting." Cisca shook her head. "Just keeping you company, and it gives me a break from listening to Adam. I've got no idea what they've even been talking about for half the day. It makes no sense to me. How are you finding it? Are you having fun?"

"It's really nice to be here." Lottie smiled. "He's doing so well, isn't he?"

"He is." Cisca nodded. "He looks a lot more relaxed too, I think we might have you being here to thank for that."

"I haven't done anything." Lottie mumbled. "He'll be fine, he just needed to remember that he's very talented and does actually really enjoy this. He can do this."

"I'm too scared I'll say the wrong thing to say anything about racing to him anymore." Cisca admitted. "Whatever I say it always seems to make it worse, so I've just stopped. If I keep my mouth shut I can't upset him."

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it." Lottie reassured her. "He just gets so in his own head about it, doesn't he?"

Cisca nodded in agreement. "It's been really good for him I think, having you to talk to. You just seem to get it."

"I do." Lottie nodded. "I was just like him. Nothing but a win was ever enough, I used to beat myself up for every tiny little mistake. I spent so much time doing that I don't think I ever really took the time to enjoy the fact that I was getting to do what I loved. I don't want that to happen to him."

Cisca didn't answer her, just wrapping her up in a  hug that had Lando giving the pair of them a questioning look as he pulled his helmet on to get in the car.

****

He'd been top of the time sheets for the second practice too, and was practically skipping he was so happy when he eventually returned to find Lottie in the McLaren hospitality area.

"Alright, are we already to go?" He asked, holding a hand out to help Lottie up.

"Yeah, let's go." Lottie agreed.

"What time are we meeting for dinner?" Flo asked.

"Lottie looks pretty tired, we'll go back and see how she feels later?" Lando suggested, glancing back and forth between Lottie and his sister.

"Yeah." Lottie yawned. "Sorry, is that okay?"

"Of course." Flo agreed. "I'll drag mum and dad out with me anyway. Go and get some rest."

As they headed out of the door Lando pointed to the golf cart from earlier, a member of the McLaren team waiting to drive them back to the car. "I can walk." She protested.

"Come on, get in." He instructed. "Stop trying to make everything so much harder for yourself than it needs to be."

She didn't have an answer to that, just climbing in beside him and quietly thanking the member of the McLaren team for driving them. For Lando it came with the added bonus that no one could try to stop him for a photo or autograph as he made his way to the exit, and probably saved them a lot of time.

She climbed into the car beside him, watching as he reversed out of the parking space and quickly headed out of the track and on to the road.

"You did really good today." She said softly, her hand resting on his leg as he drove. "I'm proud of you."

"It's been a really good day." Lando agreed with a smile, glancing over her. "Hopefully it'll be a really good weekend and we can go out and celebrate on Sunday."

"Your mum said earlier your brother and sister are coming on Sunday too?" Lottie asked. "I don't think I've ever met them?"

"Yeah." Lando nodded. "I wasn't joking when I said it would turn in to a whole Norris family reunion. You'll be fine, trust me. Flo is the scariest one out of the lot of them and you're her friend. You should be safe."

"I hope they like me. That would be awkward."

Lottie laughed quietly. "Have you got any more people I'm going to have to meet lurking around that I should be aware of."

"Well, you're going to have to meet Carlos properly at some point." Lando warned as he headed in the direction of the hotel. "He's nice though, don't worry."

"Maybe I'll meet him if we are celebrating on Sunday?" Lottie suggested.

"Yeah. I hope so." Lando agreed quietly.

It didn't take them long to get to the hotel, and Lando was quick to guide her past the crowds waiting outside the door, shielding her from the camera flashes as they made their way into the lobby.

"Thank god I'm a bit faster on my feet now." Lottie joked. "That would've been a nightmare a few weeks ago."

"You'll be faster than me soon." Lando joked as the two of them stepped into the elevator to go up to their room. "I can't wait to shower and lie down for a minute. What a day."

Lottie was quiet, lost in her own thoughts as they made their way down the hallway to their hotel room, the conversation that they'd had earlier that day still lingering in her mind. Had he forgotten? Or was he just hoping that she'd forgotten? Maybe he hadn't mean what he had said after all, maybe he was just trying to talk his way out of an awkward situaiton for the both of them. Her stomach churned nervously at the thought.

"What's wrong?" Lando asked, blocking her path as she stepped through the door of the hotel room. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving the two of them stood in the hallway together, and the noise seemed to reverberate around the hotel room.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "I think I just need to take a shower and then lie down for a bit. It's been a busy day."

"Okay." Lando nodded, glancing into the bathroom. "Are you going to be alright getting in and out of there?"

"I'll be fine. It's better than your shower at home." She pointed out. "Do you mind if I go first?"

"Sure." Lando agreed. "Shout if you need anything?" He walked away, leaving her to it, still puzzled by her sudden shift in mood.

Lottie shut herself in the bathroom, trying to calm the uneasy feeling in her stomach with very little success. She turned on the shower, the steam and sound of running water filling the room as she stood in front of the mirror looking at herself.

She had to give Flo credit, the makeup she'd put on her had done an incredible job of hiding quite how pale and tired she looked, to the point that she didn't actually want to take it off. The second she took it off she was confronted by the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

She pulled her dress off over her head, leaving it in a crumpled heap in front of the sink, her eyes wandering critically over her body as she looked at her reflection. The different sets of surgical scars that marked her skin, the way the muscle on her injured leg was now wasted away, it probably wasn't noticeable to anyone else but it was all her eyes could see as she stood there.

She had no idea how long she stood there, dissecting her reflection, but eventually she realised Lando was going to come looking for her sooner rather than later. So she pulled off the last remaining bits of her clothing, and with one last very critical glance at her reflection in the mirror got into the shower.

The hot water, and having to focus on not falling over while she washed her hair was a good distraction from her spiralling thoughts. The shower was like a safe little cocoon where those thoughts didn't exist, so she took her time. Eventually though, it was time to get out. So she dried herself off, wrapped herself in one of the fluffy robes that had been left hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

The air in the room was cold as she stepped back out of the steamy bathroom, slowly making her way across the room. She could feel Lando's eyes on her as she made her way towards the bed, watching the way she walked without her crutches, a slow smile spreading across his face as he lay sprawled out on the bed watching tv.

"Looking good." He winked, rolling over to face her as she laid down on the bed beside him.

"Do you think they'd notice if I stole one of these robes?" She asked. "They're so soft, I feel like I need one for every day."

"There's only one way to find out." Lando joked, rolling towards her and wrapping his arms around her. "Are you alright? You were in there a long time. I was getting worried you'd fallen asleep standing up or something."

"I'm fine." She reassured him. "I've had plenty of time to sit down today."

"What's wrong?" He asked, hands running back and forth over the soft material of the robe. As he held her, he could feel the tension of her shoulders, see the way her teeth were constantly biting on her bottom lip.

"It's fine." She said quietly.

"If this is about what we said earlier...." He started reluctantly, because it was lingering in his head. "We don't have to do anything, Lottie."

She looked up at him with a frown, her heart hammering in her chest. Her finger tips trailed over his cheek, coming down to rest against his chest. "It's not that... well it is, but not like that." She told him.

"What's going on?" He asked, reaching up to brush her hair from her face.

Lottie didn't answer, just burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry." She mumbled out, breath catching in her throat.

"Lottie." He sighed. "Talk to me, I don't understand." He was usually pretty good at filling in the blanks when it came to her, but he had absolutely nothing as far as this one was concerned.

"I just want it to stop." She whispered. "I don't want to have to think about it. I don't want you to be looking at me like I'm broken, to be having to work out if I'm actually going to be able to walk far enough to get somewhere. I want to be able to get into bed with you and.... I don't want to spend my whole life looking at myself like this."

"I know you don't hear me when I say it, but I think you're beautiful just as you are." He said softly, lips brushing against her forehead with a featherlight touch. "You're beautiful, you're brave... you make me laugh, you're always there to kick my ass and knock some sense into me when I need it.

He hesitated for a moment, doubting himself, but then his lips slowly trailed down her cheek, pausing to press a kiss at the thin silvery scar on her hairline. Then his lips trailed slowly across her jaw, pausing to press a quick kiss to her lips, before trailing down her neck. He continued his path down her neck, paying particular attention to the neat little scar where the plate that was holding her collarbone together had been inserted.

His fingers trailed over the bare skin of her leg, gently tracing each set of scars. "Beautiful." He repeated, and then before she could react he was shifting down the bed, his lips repeating the trail that his fingers had just made. Starting with the smallest set of scars on her ankle, slowly making his way up to the ones on her knee, pushing her robe aside to trace the path of the biggest scar, up her thigh and over her hip.

"Lando." She protested, feeling beyond exposed as he trailed his way up her skin, leaving a line of opened mouthed kisses along the areas that she hated most.

He followed the same trail back down again, lingering and taking his time on each of the scars, before he crawled back up her body to kiss her. "I know you don't see it right now, but you're beautiful, and I feel like the luckiest guy ever getting to wake up next to you every day." He whispered, his lips hovering just above hers, eyes searching her face for some kind of reaction.

She didn't say anything, instead she looped her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulled him down so that she could kiss him. He hesitated for a moment, but kissed her back. It was soft, hesitant and unsure. Each brush of her lips against his as though she was looking for the reassurance that she so desperately needed.

One of his hands gently gripped her waist, the other forearm supporting his body weight as he leaned over her, conscious of not wanting to lean his weight on her. Her hands in his hair tugged at his curls in an attempt to pull him closer, wanting something more than she didn't know how to voice.

Lando's hand on her waist had slid under the robe of its own accord, he didn't know what he was doing until her breath hitched in her throat and he realised his fingertips were now in contact with the soft skin of her stomach.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, lips still on hers, going to retract his hand.

She caught his hand by the wrist, keeping it in place. His fingers pressed gently into her skin, and he was left struggling to remind himself to have some self control and be gentle as her leg hooked around his waist.

"Lando, please." She whimpered.

He looked conflicted for a second and then his hand reached for the tie on her robe, giving her a questioning look as if to check it was really what she wanted. She nodded a fraction, pressing her lips eagerly back to his, and so he quickly pulled at the tie and her robe fell open, his eyes roaming hungrily over her body.

The way he was looking at her had her questioning everything, she'd never felt so exposed as she did under his gaze. "Wait." She mumbled, and as much as he didn't want to, Lando filled, pulling away.

"We can stop." He reassured her, already starting to sit up.

"No." She let out a shaky breath. "Can you just.... Can we turn the lights off?"

"I want to see you." Lando protested, lips still nipping at the skin of her neck gently. "Don't hide from me."

"Please?" She asked again.

He hesitated again, trying to get his brain to kick into gear and think of anything other than the fact she was naked underneath him which was proving incredibly difficult. "I have an idea." He said, reaching for the light switch beside the bed. He turned off the main light, and the room momentarily plunged into darkness. Then he flicked the next switch, and the lamp beside the bed lit up, casting a soft light over the room.

"Better?" He asked quietly, leaning in to kiss her again.

She didn't say anything, but reached up to kiss him again, and he took that as a yes. His hands gently trailed along the curves of her body, fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he tried to commit the feel of her to memory.

He took his time, even as her hips began rolling into his of her own accord, which was like its own form of torture for him. Weeks of pent up frustration and cold showers after he'd woken up with her wrapped around him, the dreams he'd been having about this very moment... and there she was, sprawled out naked in front of him and he had to try and remember to be gentle.

His lips trailed their way down her neck again, following the same path as they had earlier, nipping gently as her skin. A quiet gasp escaped her as his lips trailed over the curve of her breast, his hand palming at the other one as his tongue circled her nipple, her back arching up into his touch.

"So pretty." He murmured, lips trailing across her skin as he shifted down her body, his fingers trailing lower over her ribs, pressing another kiss to a small scar there, before continuing with a slow and deliberate path down her stomach and over her hip.

"Lando. Please." She whispered, her voice sounding far too loud in the quietness of the hotel room. The only sound the wet kisses he was trailing down her body and the rustling of the sheets as he moved down.

"Are you going to stop hiding from me?" He asked quietly, returning his lips to the scar on her thigh, the one that she hated the most.

"Lando." She squirmed as his lips trailed across the inside of her thigh, starting a torturously slow trail towards her core.

"Been waiting so long for this." He groaned, so quietly she assumed he was probably talking to himself.

When his tongue darted out to taste her, they both let out a groan. Lando holding on to her hips as tightly as he dared for fear her might hurt her, just to keep her still.

"Oh.... God...." She moaned, her fingers clutching at the curls of his hair in attempt to ground herself. Somehow, he just seemed to know how to hit all the right spots and she was left wondering how he'd managed to bring her to the edge quite so quickly.

"Come on." Lando mumbled, pulling away for a second before his mouth was back on her, her back arching up off the bed as his fingers teased her entrance, slipping inside.

"Fuck, Lando... don't stop." She gasped, her hips rocking against him of their own accord as she chased her release. "I'm so close."

He did exactly as she said, not letting up at all as her hips ground into him. "Wanna feel you cum on my fingers." Lando breathed, eyes locked on her as he felt her tighten around his fingers as her orgasm hit her.

Lando kissed his way back up her body with a lazy smirk, lips meeting hers in a messy kiss as she tasted herself on his lips. "You alright?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

She nodded almost nervously, biting on her bottom lip, eyes flickering back to him as her hand came up to cradle his face, leaning into kiss him softly.

Lando's hips shifted of their own accord, rutting against the mattress in a useless attempt to relive the pressure in his shorts, a quiet groan escaping him.

"Lando..." she whispered, her hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head. Her hands trailed down the defined muscles of his chest, and he sucked in a shaky breath as her finger tips grazed over his stomach and fiddled with the button on his jeans.

"Lottie, we don't need to..." he mumbled, because as much as he wanted to, he'd probably survive another cold shower.

"I want to." She breathed, already working on his zipper. "Please, Lando. I want this. I want you."

If he'd had any brain power left to argue with her, it all evaporated the second her hand came into contact with his erection through his boxers as she tried to wriggle his jeans down. "Fuck." He hissed, his hips shifting of their own accord into her touch, in desperate need of something.

He was scrambling out of his jeans and his boxers before his brain even really caught up to his actions, and a giggle escaped from Lottie at quite how overly eager he was. His lips crashing back into hers with renewed enthusiasm as he settled himself between her hips, hovering over her.

She saw the look of indecision on his face as he settled himself on to his forearms, holding his weight above her. "Lando, please. I want this." She repeated, wrapping her legs around him in an attempt to pull him closer.

After a moment of hesitation, where she was sure he was going to change his mind, he leaned in to kiss her, hand reaching down between the two of them to line himself up and with a slow thrust he sunk into her in a way that had them both gasping. His forehead dropped to her neck, breath coming in short, sharp bursts against her sweaty skin as he tried to keep his composure at the feeling of her around him.

He stayed there for a moment, before he lifted his head to look at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. "You okay?" He whispered, searching her face for any kind of indication she was uncomfortable.

"Move, Lando." She encouraged, rolling her hips into his.

"Fuck." His breath caught in his throat, trying to think about anything other than how good she felt around him, or this was going to be over in an embarrassingly short time.

The way she rolled her hips up to meet each of his shallow thrusts was not helping at all, her lips nipping at the skin of his neck, fingers dragging over the muscles on his back. It felt just as good if not better than he'd imagined it would.

"Lottie... I..." it came out as a strangled moan that probably should've been embarrassing as he struggled to keep some kind of self control and remind himself to be gentle with her.

"Feels so good." She panted out, fingers clawing at his skin.

He reached down between them, his fingers circling her clit, and the way she tightened around him was his undoing.

"Shit, I'm..." he scrambled to pull out, his hand pumping his own length a couple of times before his release spilled onto her stomach. "Fuck..." he hissed, trying to catch his breath.

He leaned into kiss her, lips meeting softly as the pair of them tried to catch their breath.

"Do I need to tell you again how beautiful I think you are?" He asked quietly, brushing her hair out of her face.

Lottie couldn't help but blush at the way he was looking at her. She leaned her face into his touch as his thumb traced over her cheek, not knowing what to say.

"I think you might need to join me in the shower after that." Lando joked, seemingly knowing she was having a really hard time finding words.

"I think you might be right." She agreed, reaching up to kiss him again.

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streetwise x reader drabble

After the exterior door swings open, the rush of fresh air reveals a landscape dressed in snow that hadn't been there upon initial arrival. Exposed fingers furl around the collar of a heavy coat, hopeful to better brace against the impending bitter weather. Hands slide into fuzzy pockets, silently swearing as you recall a set of gloves atop your counter, left there unremembered while leaving in a hurry.

It made perfect sense earlier in the evening to brave the short walk to work, as the draft was not as forceful as it now appeared. However, now to face the snow in worn out sneakers and exhausted legs proved brainless, but taken with stride. It wouldn't take long to get home, but you'd have to take the route a little more steadily and meticulously.

Just as you go to begin down the steps that lead to the rear parking lot, your phone buzzes within your coat pocket. Halting underneath the overhang to protect yourself from the elements, you swiftly answer the call and raise the phone to your ear, fingers now nipped by the winter breeze.

"Hey." It sounds as if he's driving, engine rumbling faintly in the background. "Did you decide to pick up that shift? I tried you once earlier, but it rang until voicemail picked up."

A small smile overtakes your expression, knowing that your inbox was probably nearing full of voicemails from the crew. Any chance they got, when their call ended up heading toward your answering machine, they would fill the allotted time with hilarious and heartfelt messages. They ranged from lighthearted bickering amongst each other to sincere check-ups, often wondering where you were or what you were up to.

Just by how he said it, you could tell Streetwise left a message and you looked forward to listening to the voice memo once you were home.

"Hi, Streets." You breathe, exhale visible due to the single digit temperatures, shifting uncomfortably in the cold. "I did. Sorry I missed your call."

"No complaints by me," He answers suavely, a lighter twinge to his tone as if satisfied that you were alright. "You in your car? I'll stay on the line until you're inside and headed home."

He and you both knew that you'd chat all the way back to your house, where he'd be waiting patiently in your driveway for your return. Streetwise shamefully used your garage as an escape from the nonsense around the base, yet you never seemed to mind, often calling to see if he was nearby. He had initially felt so much guilt regarding it, but you had expressed throughly enjoying the company, effortlessly hushing his worries with a simple sentence.

"Funny story, actually," You sputter a laugh, shoulders jumping slightly as chill runs the length of your spine. "Might be a little longer than normal, I walked today."

There's a deafening pause, knowing you were about to be chewed out as he carefully analyzes your words. "You what?" As if he didn't quite believe you.

"I walked to work?" Now a little shy, your nose begins to crinkle.

"Sorry, I thought I had misheard you." Streetwise's engine revs a little louder, and you think you can now hear him switch his blinker on. "Why didn't you let me drive you to work?"

He almost sounds offended, as if you didn't think of him first. You enjoyed any moment with Streetwise but it never felt quite right to abuse and deplete their resources, especially when everything was so touch-and-go. One instant they had enough to get by, the next, something was broken and needed the funds to be repaired.

Sniffling softly, you consider the thought before answering. "Because you aren't my personal chauffeur, Streetwise. And I have a car, I just chose to walk."

"Didn't check the weather, did you?" He counters, a hint of sarcasm.

"First of all, it was kinda a last minute decision to even pick up this shift. It was a nice day when I got here," Streetwise in turn laughs at your poor argument, but it disperses pretty quickly.

"I don't want you catching a cold, sweetspark. You know you can call me whenever, and I'll be there," He returns, casual but heartfelt. "No questions asked. And if I can't do it, I'll get one of the guys to. You know they'd be more than happy to."

When you don't immediately reply, he presses you gently. "You do know that, right?"

"Yeah." Chewing absentmindedly on your bottom lip, you go to take a courageous step onto the asphalt, not realizing how long you'd been standing there talking to him. "I just don't want to be any sort of burden, s'all. You guys have more than enough on your plate."

"And of all the things on my plate, guess what's most important to me?" You hardly make it three steps before headlights appear at the end of the street, illuminating the dimly lit road. "Making sure you are always safe. You're never a burden, anything I can do for you, I will."

"Thank you." You whisper, just barely making it to the sidewalk as he pulls up right at your front, window rolling down as you simultaneously end the call.

"Now get in, or I'll have to call First Aid to give you a check up," Each word is annunciated by the lights within his center console, the passenger door opening in one fluid motion. "And, I'm driving you to work tomorrow,"

"Okay, okay!" You giggle, maneuvering into his cabin. Once you're settled on the seat, the door closes over, the window tugging back up. "I promise, I won't walk anymore without checking the weather."

"I care about you, y'know?" It's softer, rearview mirror tilting your way as he begins back down the street.

With a small smile, you bob your head in acknowledgement before offering your own sentiments. "And I care about you, too."

"Good. We're on the same page." Streetwise ex-vents, but it's more so relief than anything else.

"You're staying tonight, right?" You ask, finally regaining some warmth within your fingertips.

"If you'll have me." He hums, coming to a stop at a red light.

"Always." Settling back against the leather of the seat, you begin to ramble off movies that you think he'd enjoy, the mech hanging onto each of your words with an infatuation that he can only describe as lovesick.

...

you have one new message, one new message waiting:

Hi y/n, it's Streetwise. I am going to take a wild guess and assume you picked up that shift you were talking about this morning, I hope all is well there. I don't really know why I'm leaving this message, I suppose to let you know I'll call you the usual time you get off. Like always. Agh, I guess I'm rambling now, scrap- but just wanted to make sure you were good. Okay? Alright. I'll talk to you soon, lo-

you have reached the end of your message.

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Curiosity killed the cat.

But actually sounds like an interesting quiz to explain emotions from aus wheeeeezeee (And my eyes and brain are still cooked not like I can do something more brain consuming anyway ahah) Mecha au - f*ck it, marry it, blend it and put it on tv for teenagers to improve their sassiness standards, this is literally a one big polygamy egwhghefgw Contrariwise I can kill for Fullmetal bartenders in it. This thing gives me a lot of itching in my hands to do something and you lie on the floor uselessly. Empurata Prowl au - I've missed this one ahah, also found out that I am not so fond of Empurata like others? I think I will need to read issues with Senator Shockwave with Empurata to get the feeling

Monster hunter au - MARRY it, marry and put on the shelf in a little pretty a5 book format with pretty framing. You see I don't find Dratchet interesting until it catches me, I don't search for Dratchet on purpose so it is one of the few times when it caught me, and then tasty Rung plot line ~

Spellbound au - how do you prefer to be killed when you finish it? The reason of my possible jail, whether someone kills me for it or I kill someone fighting back so that no one kills me. Matter of fact I hadn't cried because of stories in a sad way in a very long time and this thing right now holds me in a chokehold. I said so many stupid things for this au because I AM SO CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT I WANT FROM IT, PLEASE DESTROY MY MENTAL HEALTH, PLEASE DON'T I WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY. I am saying sorry for whatever else stupid I will say because of it don't listen to me.

Mimics au - THIS IS THE FEELING WHEN YOU FINALLY FOUND A CRAZY BUDDY WITH WHO YOU CAN SUDDENLY START RUNNING LIKE IDIOTS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AND YOU BOTH DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT, LET'S JUMP FROM THIS ROOF! LET'S GO! WHY DID WE DO IT, WE BROKE OUR LEGS! IT WAS FUN! NOT MARRY, NOT F*CK, NOT KILL, AGGRESSIVELY SHAKE IT FROM HOW MUCH JOY IT GIVES

Snow bots au - come on, this is that one rarely appearing friend/feeling/day when you feel so calm, full of happy emotions, when you want to do something not in a chaos way but cozy, when you know that everything will be so damn good you have nothing to worry about, you wrap this thing in a blanket, lie down on something soft surrounded by warm lights all over the room and just chat about nothing, or lie down with it on the snow in the backguard at night and just look at the sky, when the freezing soft wind quietly passes you How to make friends without making words - this is the incarnation of the chicken toys that make this WHEEEEEEEEEeeeee sound and all the resulting emotions from this. When you see this one shelf full of these toys, run to them, press all at once and run How much sass can death beat - marry. F*ck and marry. The very first thing literally hooking me in transformers I think? The one that can solve your opinion on animated Blurr's death and fix it. After it I also found out that I liked Blitzbee so I only find more reasons to like this au wheeeeezeee

Our language of science - this thing is very unwrapped yet ahah I don't have no particular feeling for it, but I saw you wanted to make design for Mermaid Blurr so I looked back at this thing squintingly KFC au - I am kicking it in my head a few times per half a year whenever I remember about Perceptor from Cyberverse because I did in fact liked these episodes the most, I did in fact still want to see more plotwise content with them ahahgshag

fuck, marry, kill keferon's aus. Your choices. Go ☝️ *is me pointing at u*

YOU WANT ME TO GO IN THE JAIL???