#I WAS GOING CRAZY I STARTED TO THINK I IMAGINED IT

[finelinevogue]

(no) need for speed

summary - you’re forced to do go karting with Lando even though you’re not a great driver

pairing - lando norris x girlfriend!reader

word count - ~1k

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

You pouted as Lando placed a helmet over your head, tucking your balaclava onto your chin properly to make sure you were safe.

He chuckled as he paid attention to what he was doing rather than you, making your pout impossible to disappear.

“You agreed to do this.” He said.

“And why didn’t you stop me, huh? Such a bad boyfriend.” You closed your visor aggressively, continuing your tantrum.

Your visor immediately went back up, Lando holding both sides of your helmet so he could focus your gaze on his now that he was finished.

“Bad boyfriend?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Hmph.”

“Who said he’d drive you to get you a McFlurry after this?”

“You.” You rolled your eyes.

“Does that sound like something a bad boyfriend would do?”

“No.” Your eyes softened, hoping he didn’t actually believe what you were saying.

Lando had known you for three years now, so there was part of you that hoped he would know when you were messing around. Like now, for example.

You were taking out your anxiety on him, which was unfair but Lando knew that that’s all it was.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be right out there with you.” He promised, resting his forehead against the top of your helmet to be closer to you.

“I know.”

“And it’s just for a socials video. Nothing life-altering.”

“It’ll be life-altering if I crash.”

“I won’t let that happen. Plus you know if anyone’s going to crash it’s going to be me, babe.” Lando laughed and it managed to pull a smile out of you too.

“Okay.”

“You ready?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

Lando’s hands leave your helmet. You turned around to walk towards your kart, Lando patting your arse gently as you did so.

You turned around to give him a ‘really’ look and he just had the biggest grin on his face.

“What?” You asked.

“You look so unfairly good in a racing suit.” He smirked, shaking his head as he blushed a little. It was crazy to think that you managed to get him this flustered still.

You gave him a quick pose before continuing to move to your kart.

You stood next to it and waited for Lando to give you a hand to step into it.

Next to you both were the social media managers for McLaren, along with a team of videographers, in order to film you both for some content.

You held onto Lando’s hand tightly as you stepped inside the kart, before weaning yourself down into the seat. Lando crouched down beside you to help put your seatbelt on correctly, checking it wasn’t too tight.

“All good?”

“Yep.” You said.

“Okay. Let’s race.”

“What about your helmet?” You asked with concern.

“I’ve had enough practice putting it on.” He laughed, rubbing your cheek with his thumb through the visor.

He then got up and walked towards the kart behind yours on the racing track. You turned around to make sure he got his helmet on okay and watched as he effortlessly got into his kart.

You held up a thumb for him.

He responded by putting up his thumb.

A worker of the go karting facility explained the rules and such you again, making sure you were okay, before leaving you to have a moment.

The lights above the starting line flickered red as they prepared you to start.

You heard Lando rev the engine of his kart behind you and you couldn’t help but smile over how crazy this was. You were about to go head to head with an F1 driver and you had taken 4 times to pass your driving test.

The red lights started to light up in a row and you waited until they went green before stepping on the gas pedal.

Lando went straight past you, even though he was behind you to start, before you had even the opportunity to step on the pedal.

You could imagine him laughing to himself as he sped past.

You grumbled to yourself before speeding off yourself.

You took a left at the first bend, swerving so you wouldn’t hit the barriers. Lando was well ahead by the time you came around the corner.

You pressed on the pedal again, flooring it until you came to the next corner. You steered sharply, clearing the corner before driving down the next straight.

It was a very easy course.

However, it wasn’t something that Lando pointed out or even insinuated considering that this is probably the easiest course he’s ever driven.

Ten laps later and Lando having passed you four times already, you picked up a bit of speed to see if you could keep up with him.

It only took one turn for that to go wrong though.

You steered a little too excitedly into the bend and span in your kart.

You pressed your brakes immediately and tried to steer out of it, but you were already spinning.

“Shit.” You swore repeatedly.

Then came the impact.

Your body shook as your kart impacted with the side of the wall. It wasn’t as bad of an impact as if you hadn’t pressed the breaks, but it ricocheted through your body all the same.

How did F1 drivers do this going five times faster?

You’d only crashed for ten seconds before Lando’s kart pulls in swiftly behind yours. He doesn’t check anything before leaving his kart and running over to you.

He lifted your visor first before lifting his. He had to see you with his own eyes, not through a screen.

“You hear me?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head because you didn’t think so. Only your pride was.

He reached under your helmet to unclasp it, before taking it off for you.

His hands brushed over your face and hair to check for anything significant. Even though he could see nothing was visibly wrong, he was still worried.

“Had to prove me wrong didn’t you? Had to prove that you could crash?” He tried to joke and bring a sense of humour to the situation, but even you could tell he wasn’t too happy.

You smiled, but didn’t laugh because your body was shaking a little from the shock.

“Alright c’mon. Out you get.” He tucked his hands under your armpits and lifted you up as you pushed up with your legs.

“I’m okay.”

“Just give me peace of mind, please.” He insisted.

Once you were out of the kart Lando pressed his hands over crucial parts of your body to double check that everything was okay and nothing hurt.

Lando was assured that you were okay after you gave a quick kiss to the side of his helmet.

You couldn’t help but get flustered - like every other time - at Lando wearing his helmet.

You watched Lando’s eyes crinkle, “What?”

“You look good with your helmet on.”

“Oh do I? Seems like someone is doing better than I thought then.” He chuckled, making you blush.

“I’m okay. Better with you.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Let’s not do this again though.”

“Yeah, too right. I’ll do all the driving from now on, otherwise I’ll be in an early grave thanks to you.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

<•>

You’re getting changed out of your racing suit in the changing room when you notice it.

A big purple bruise on your thigh from where your body hit against the side of the kart. It’s not huge but it’s big enough that it will hurt when you lay on it.

You slipped on your jeans and Lando’s borrowed hoodie, wincing when your jeans made contact with your skin.

Lando 🧡 : u ready yet? xx

You: 5 mins

You: think i’ve hurt myself 🥲

You didn’t get a respond from Lando but a minute later he comes bounding into the changing room, a lady behind him shouting that he isn’t allowed in here.

“Hey.” He sounded rushed, running his hand through his freshly showered hair.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you were hurt.”

You smiled and then pouted over how much he cared about you. It made your heart twinge with an overwhelming amount of love for him.

“It’s just a bruise on my leg.”

“Wrapping you in bubble wrap next time.” He shook his head before giving you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m okay with that.”

“Alright,” He gave you another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll get that McFlurry afterwards. You deserve it.”

“Yes, because I’m such a great driver.” You smiled, giving him a tight hug before he left you.

“I love you, babe, but even I can’t agree with that.”

[yourtamaki]

i fear my mind is going crazy imagining ace fingering you while spooning... like you guys are dozing/napping together, bodies warm from his insane body heat and the sun setting. and he's being so sweet with his hands smoothing over you... then it ends up with him pressing his fingers in you with your leg slung over his arm. he makes me go INSANE i'm so sorry.

this drove me mad in the best way HNNG wc: ~900

just the thought of waking up with that heaviness that comes with taking a nap that lasted way too long and your boyfriend plastered to your back.

ace is almost entirely draped over you, pinning you between the mattress and his bare chest, your legs intertwined, so close that he doesn't need to see your face to know you're awake.

"hey," he presses a kiss as soft as his voice behind your ear, "hi baby."

"hi," you turn your head just enough to catch his gaze. you've got all the qualities of a deep nap. bleary eyes, stale breath, drool drying on the corner of your mouth. and yet when you meet ace's eyes, they're bright with endearment, his hair dark and wild around him. you turn back to bury your face in your pillow, too sleepy and open and raw to look at the reincarnate sun sharing your bed for too long.

the heat he always radiates is a comfort that eases you into a gentle waking, so gentle you could almost fall back asleep if it wasn’t for the warm hand teasing the waistline of your panties. a low shiver runs through you despite the flush you feel starting to creep up your neck, pleased and embarrassed all at once. you don’t think you’ll ever get over the heady rush that comes with being at the centre of ace’s desire.

what a thrill it is, to be so wanted by him. so loved.

“can i?” you answer his hoarse question by pushing back against him until you’re both fully on your sides and parting your legs enough to give him room. ace thanks you with a too wet kiss to your cheek that never fails to make you groan and him laugh.

it’s hard to focus once his hand dip inside your panties but you try. you want to remember every moment of this and relive the memories forever. you’re greedy like that, at least when it comes to him. when you’re both a little more tired and a little more grey, you want to lean over to whisper in his ear and ask if he remembers how you’d go boneless in his arms at the clever little circles he’d rub against your clit. and you know he’d grin back with the same bright eyes you fell for a lifetime ago and say no, but he wouldn’t mind a reminder.

a whole life not yet lived washes over you as ace works one, then two fingers into you, and curls them up into a spot you can never quite reach on your own. you shudder, your legs nearly closing before he catches you, his free hand gripping you under your knee and holding you open for him.

"easy, baby," he says, "i’ve got you."

his palm grinds against your clit and you buck back against him, just as overwhelmed as you are desperate for more. ace gives you no reprieve, pressing impossibly closer, his bulge flush to your ass. you rock together like that for awhile, you riding his fingers while he humps you, taking and giving each other pleasure in tandem.

“i’m close,” you say, “ace, i’m so close, please.”

“yeah? you gonna let me have it?” you think you nod or maybe you say something but you’re too swept up in your rising high, “then cum for me, sweetheart. i wanna feel it, please.”

he’s more desperate for it than you are and the thought is enough to send you hurtling over the edge headfirst into your orgasm. the world goes dark around the edges, blood rushes in your ears and through it all you can hear ace talking to you, his hips still moving as he fucks you through your high.

"there you go, thank you baby, thank you. i'm so lucky, how am i so lucky? fuck you're dripping we ruined your panties, i'm sorry. i’ll get you new ones, i’ll get you anything. i love you."

on and on as he grinds his clothed cock against you in short, quick thrusts, and you know he’ll never cum. not like this. you reach a hand back and grab a fistful of wavy locks, holding him still so you can meet his eyes once again as you look over your shoulder.

the reincarnate sun has tears dotting his lashes and need written plain on his face.

“oh honey, you made me feel so good,” you watch the words hit him like a physical blow.

“yeah?”

“yeah. you always know what i need, always taking such good care of me.”

he nods as much as he can in your tight hold, “always, always.”

“ace,” you meet his ever-burning eyes and see your future looking back, “you can let go now.”

and its not permission he's been waiting for but your satisfaction. it's only now that he knows he's not left you wanting that he lets his pleasure sink its teeth into him. his head bows, forehead on your shoulder as he shakes through his high before collapsing over you.

in the quiet that settles around you, your greed rears its head once more. you would etch every small detail into your bones if it meant you got to keep this forever. the smell of sweat and contentment hanging in the air, the hot weight of him on top of you, the golden red of the setting sun bathing the room. as exhaustion sweeps over you, you think of that tired, grey ace once more and all the stories you’ll have to tell him.

you can't wait to meet him.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

thuyw boys and somno…,,

them all trying not to wake her, trying to get themselves off and she’s just coming again and again, somehow not waking up, she thinks it’s just a wet dream

please i beg of thee

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okay, picture it:

you fell asleep on the couch after a movie night or something

and before they can scoop you up and carry you to bed (whose bed, you ask? well, that is a heated argument, my friend) you kinda shift in your sleep and your skirt rides up

they all think that you are simply the cutest when you sleep (something that the convo quickly shifts towards as they all surround your form and admire you, buuuut it's also something that turns those cavemen on)

so, it's fucking bonercity up in here

some mindlessly start palming themselves, they've just got no control around you

others kneel down beside you to ever so carefully cop a feel (almost just tickling you till they find out how much you can sleep through)

they carefully push your top up over your tits

roll and flick at your nipples till you shift in your sleep again, cocking your knee to the side and spreading your legs

it's all soft touches from there

a careful finger scooping your panties to the side

a curious graze to spread you open for all to coo at

a greedy kiss on your clit that makes it throb

but even though all they wanna do is some crazy type of shit that'll wake you up

this is a stealth mission 😶‍🌫️

and so they have no other choice but to go one at a time (i mean, others can still cop a feel and stuff, but you know...)

the first few are too nervous to actually fuck you, so it's just pussyjobs that get those dudes off (though they gradually grow sloppier with each person)

and then one steps up who had the same intention as the previous few, but OOPS, then the tip just slipped in!

the next one though tests the waters, seeing how much more than just the very tip that you can take without stirring...

turns out, you can take it all

just as long as they don't go too hard and rustle you

and who'd the last one be?

there's only one right answer: the asshole himself: your stepbro steve

he nearly wakes you up as well (omg maybe he actually does but the others convince you that it's a dream in your half-awake state, and then you just kinda roll onto the side and fall right back asleep)

omg and just imagine the way they'd look at you in the morning..... smirking at you while you eat breakfast... 🫠

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble

[choco-bites]

... Yandere!Cheerleader x Fem!Reader

notes: I feel like this is very of movie stereotypical or something but I don't know. reader use glasses. warnings: stalking, description of a panic attack, kiss without consent.

Yandere!Cheerleader being the popular girl she is, is obviously dating the university’s star athlete—and she absolutely despises the classic nerd: you.

She hates you, she deeply loathes you. Yandere!Cheerleader can’t believe someone so... boring and lacking even a hint of charm could exist in the same world as her. How can you be buried in books while she’s out cheering for the home team? Maybe you should start acting more like the other girls.

Yandere!Cheerleader thinks you’re the most pathetic creature alive. Who else but a friendless loser would spend day and night buried in textbooks? And of course, she tries to convince herself that you’re ugly. I mean, seriously—glasses? You’re obviously the ugly duckling.

Still, she spends more time than she should analyzing your face and your loose clothes every time she sees you—right before making some snide comment about your outfit of the day. Then she desperately tries to hide the blush creeping up her cheeks when you look away, flustered.

Yandere!Cheerleader struts through the halls with her boyfriend by her side. And yet, if you’re within sight, her eyes always wander toward you.

The truth is, she’s starting to lose her mind a little.

You keep occupying her thoughts, and it drives her crazy.

When she practices her routines, she messes up more than usual—just because you happened to be studying in the bleachers that day.

When she doesn’t see you for a while, the only thing she can think about is what the hell you’re doing.

When she tries to fall asleep, for some reason, images of you flood her mind.

“Gross” she tells herself.

Even so, she finds herself stalking your social media… and your friends’.

Even though you don’t post much, she came across a harmless photo of you at the beach with your dad, wearing a beautiful swimsuit.

She blushed just imagining you like that that night—and of course, avoided you at all costs afterward.

But then she realizes you’re actually interesting.

Yandere!Cheerleader who after avoiding you for some time, decides to be your friend… just to find out what you do, what you think, and why no one’s ever around you. That’s all. After that, she’d go back to casually mocking you.

You’re passionate, smart, and it shocks her that you have no friends.

You talk to her so deeply about the things you love that… it makes her want to kiss you.

Wait… what?

Slowly, you two start to grow closer.

She starts spending less time with her boyfriend and her cheer squad, and more with you.

She thinks you have no one else, and she kind of likes the idea of being the center of your world.

That’s why Yandere!Cheerleader breaks down the day she sees you talking to someone else.

She starts trembling and hyperventilating, runs to the bathroom, and cries until her makeup runs.

One of her friends finds her and takes her to her boyfriend. But she can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to have you by her side.

To be your girlfriend.

And that’s when it clicks

She likes you.

She loves you, actually.

Yandere!Cheerleader decides she wants to be with you—even if she tries to deny her feelings.

At one of your little get-togethers at her house—just as friends, of course—she makes you try on her cheer uniform, just to tease you a little.

But once she sees you wearing it, she has to muster all her willpower not to drop to her knees and confess her love.

She tries to resist.

But without realizing it, she’s staring at you so intensely that you joke.

"What? Do you like me or something?"

Yandere!Cheerleader doesn’t even think. The “yes” slips out of her mouth so naturally that you blush—and she just laughs, just as embarrassed.

And then she kisses you.

“Who would've thought a nerd like you would steal my heart?”

[keyotosprompts]

is this love? .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

crush prompts

⇴ having to not act crazy when person a feels their hands brush over person b's

⇴ seeing someone for the first time and having your eyes linger back to them because of how beautiful they are

⇴ blinking a few times because you can't believe the person in front of you is real

⇴ complete denial of feelings whenever someone else brings it up, but in private you can't help but hide your face and blush because of your feelings

⇴ person c says, "so... are you guys dating?" and person a tries to cover their ass and says, "what?! no! no. no no no."

⇴ trying to focus on one subject but person a cannot (for the life of them) get their mind off of person b

⇴ person a feeling the back of their neck get hot & getting flustered when speaking to person b

⇴ person a catches themself trying a bit harder when interacting with person b (whether it be dressing up, trying harder in a subject/sport, etc) and cringes ("what the actual fuck am i doing?")

⇴ person a reads up on a subject/piece of media/hobby that person b enjoys to try and talk to them later (bonus: person b finds out and says, "you didn't have to do that. i was always gonna find a way to talk to you anyway.")

⇴ sneakily setting up dates

⇴ eventually, once the relationship is established, person b jokes about person a's crush on them. person a responds with, "stop it. am i actually that obvious?"

⇴ person a acts all suave and nonchalant in front of person b, only to become a whole mess after they stop talking. like literal shambles, rethinking the entire conversation, and dragging their hands across their face shambles.

⇴ pressing your lips together to prevent a big grin from appearing on your face because of person b's antics

⇴ trying not to think about the other person, so you do everything imaginable to keep them out of your mind (reading, coding, watching tv—you name it). but everything always comes back to them.

⇴ person a and person b start off as the only chill co-workers in the workplace, which creates a friendship between the two that could blossom into more

⇴ jealousy being the beginnings of a crush. person b wondering why they feel their heart sink when person a mentions that they're going on a date.

⇴ or person b's jealousy causes them to be a bit touchier with person a, causing person a to start developing a crush on person b

⇴ it randomly hits them. person a is just sitting around with person b until they're like... "wait. i really like spending time with person b. i'd spend all my time with them if i could. i want to kiss person b—WAIT WAIT WHAT"

⇴ person a starts to imagine person b in rom-com situations. totally unintentional btw. but person a realizes that person b embodies most of these rom com love interests, and slowly starts to realize maybe there's something there between the two of them.

⇴ sharing earbuds in and realizing the proximity is too much and they're so warm and their skin is so soft and that one focused face they make is so captivating and... oh.

⇴ "why do i even keep you around?" "because you have a crush on me" "WHAT." how do they know how do they know how do they know

↑ whole time other person is just oblivious and said it just to fuck with the other one.

⇴ something that originally starts off as a friends with benefits situation develops into more over time. you don't know when you started admiring the crease of their eyebrow or the way their mouth parts when you do that thing. you don't know why it makes you feel so good seeing that.

[batsandbirdbrains]

Imagine a fic where the batfam are going through old VHS tapes from the early days, trying to find something on an old case, when they happens to come across a box titled “Reminders for Robin”. And it’s just a bunch of VHS tapes that Dick made once Bruce started letting him go out on his own, something he started doing as a way to feel less alone when he went out. He even started videotaping all the silly things he and Bruce would get up to.

The Batfam realize this and start watching them, mostly out of curiosity of what those days truly were since y’know there wasn’t a lot of technology at the time. And the only thing they can think of when watching it is how Dick, this loveable sunshine of a man who can laugh at danger and hug them like there’s nothing that can hurt them while he’s around, had struggled just like they did when he was a teen.

Throughout the many tapes, there are also recordings of just Dick talking to the camera like a person. Dick wasn’t crazy, he just wanted to talk about what’s on his mind without the opinions of Bruce and Alfred, because no offense, but Dick wanted to talk about teen stuff without being asked what he meant every few minutes when they couldn’t keep up with the latest slang or topic.

😭 this is so precious wtf. I need a full fic on it stat!

[cakypa120]

Okay so I've been getting back into adventure Time and as an adventure time I mean Simon and Betty and now I can't stop imagining the same thing with Billy and Danny

Danny being forced to become the goose King and in turn but having to do so runs off and ends up meeting Billy who's around this time just starting to get into being the champion of magic

The observant decided that they're going to keep putting Billy and everyone else lives endanger until Danny agrees to come to Ghost King and turn for doing it Danny makes a wish to keep Billy safe

After doing that just like Betty and adventure Time Danny gets some type of terrifying ghost king form with too many eyes always watching always looking out and and stars dust for our body and a terrifying content looking crown

And turn Billy asked the gods if he listens to everything he tells them promises forever to be their attack dog if they can bring back Danny

So now boom Billy who is forever stuck at the age of 13 until he gets Danny back it's been so far 100 years since the actual incident and Danny who is stuck in that cosmic chloroform watching over everything death and life to make sure Billy stay safe

So now you have Billy as Captain Marvel who's actively trying his best to be the weapon of the gods so he can get back Danny So the Justice League don't know a lot about him other than the fact that he's connected to the gods they don't know or not if he's a real person or if he's just a puppet all they know is that he's Captain Marvel and he's there by the gods will

Now I'm just imagining anytime Billy does something the gods really want him to do and he succeeds at it he gets to see Danny again and one of those times the Justice League ends up following him

And the Justice League are just seeing their colleague they don't know a lot about Go on and on about how much he loves this terrifying looking being staring at him out of one of The Lazarus pits it's body was so tall that they had to crane their necks up to look at it and it takes Superman minutes to fly all the way up there to get good look at it face

My main thoughts with something like this

Billy: Oh my beautiful beautiful Danny my sir of the Stars, My Prince My everything, The watcher of my life how beautiful you are today how beautiful you are every time you see you

Justice League: What the fuck is that thing And what the fuck is wrong with our teammate

I just find that idea so lovely heartbreaking for Billy and Danny confusing for the Justice League

Billy was happy, holding the artifact that the Gods wanted. He and the League were lucky to get this powerful weapon, forged by Hephaestus himself.

Marvel: Thank you for your help!

Batman: What are you going to do with this?

Marvel: Return it to the Gods, of course.

The further conversation is interrupted by the roar of the wind and frost creeping along the ground. All the heroes shudder. Except for Marvel, who smiled impatiently. The ground split in half, revealing green waters. The heroes step aside, looking with alarm at the waters that began to boil.

Flash: Marvel! Get away from there!

Marvel does not have time to answer. A huge hand grabs him. A second hand appears behind the hand and from the puddle appears a huge thing with dozens of green eyes. The white pupils constantly moved from side to side. Marvel was lifted up.

Superman: Marvel!!!

He flies up to free his colleague. But he moves too slowly, as if something was deliberately slowing him down. Superman manages to break through and fly up. What he sees makes him think that he has gone crazy.

Marvel hugged the cheek of this strange something and smiled happily. Were those tears? Meanwhile, the creature made some kind of contented sound, similar to the creaking of an old car.

Superman: Um, Marvel?

Marvel: Oh, Superman!! Fly closer, don't be afraid! He won't hurt you!

Clark flies up, looking at the creature with apprehension. Three eyes looked at him, and a chill ran down his spine because of this. The sound of the old car is repeated.

Marvel: Yes, he is my colleague!! A good man, a good friend, and a good defense against Batman!

The huge shoulders shake in a quiet laugh, and Marvel gently touches the creature's cheek.

Marvel: You are so beautiful.

The creature's cheeks darken, and its eyes look away in embarrassment. Clark hovered nearby with his mouth open. Marvel smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek. The creature presses closer to Marvel. Clark feels a little uncomfortable.

The sound of the old machine repeats. Marvel's face becomes sad. He touches his forehead to the creature, which began to disintegrate into fine green dust.

Batman (on the comm): The creature began to disintegrate into dust. Superman, what's going on?

Superman: I don't know?

Marvel: He's going back to his world.

The creature completely disappeared into the dust. Marvel and Superman hung in the air and there was silence between them. Then Marvel takes a deep breath and goes down.

Flash: Dude, who was that?

Marvel: Um, my boyfriend?

Diana: Your what?

Marvel: It's not official yet, but I hope it will be.

Batman: Why did he show up?

Marvel: The gods let me see him. We have different spheres of influence. And he's kind of tied to one place. That's the only way I can see him.

Superman: I'm so sorry, Marvel.

Marvel: It's not your fault. Well, I saw him, so the year wasn't wasted! See you tomorrow! Bye!

The heroes exchange glances. What should they do now? How can they cheer up Marvel? Could they have helped?

Diana turns to Zeus with this question. That's how she learns about the deal between Marvel and the Gods.

[fall0utmind]

Been doing some reading and now I'm thinking about a secret agent rosquez au

One where Vale was the greatest agent they've ever had and then Marc comes in and starts outshining everyone. At first they're fine, they fuck a lot, vale is kind of obsessed with this crazy bastard who throws himself headfirst into missions without a care. Marc is in love. Valentino pretends he doesn't see it. Marc is mainly paired with Pedrosa anyway, but he unofficially makes a name for himself amongst the best of their time - Rossi, Pedrosa, Lorenzo, Dovi, Stoner, and Marquez.

2015 happens and they're on a mission. It gets fucked up and vale blames maec for it. Cue catastrophic fallout. Marc gets benched for a mission but the FIM (spy agency) clears him. However, the damage is done. Most of Marc's colleagues now don't trust him and he goes through hell. The FIM start sending him on undercover solo missions from there - Marc always volunteers but they're dangerous!! (Self-destructive king). Dovi and Dani are worried, really worried. They try to bring it up to the heads of their departments, no luck. They try to talk to Valentino. Because they know why Marc is doing this.

Santi is Marc's tech chief btw and he's all over the place, trying so hard not to get Marc killed.

2020- Marc is on a solo mission and then all his comms go down. He goes missing for months. It's a disaster. Everyone suddenly realises that: fuck there have not been enough safety precautions for him and we've really, really fucked this up. Marc is presumed dead.

Alex has joined the agency now, he's in tech and comms, alongside Luca. Pecco is a field agent. Vale is on the brink of retirement, and the other OGs are too. They're all kind of going through it. Vale is trying to act high and mighty but also a bit worried too, he doesn't wish death on anyone after all, certainly not out on the field. Alex is of course, in bits, very bad self-care and hence throwing himself into work, much to Luca's worry.

3 months later, Marc walks back into HQ, half dead, underfed, battered and bruised, arm hanging limply by his side. I'll let you imagine what he's been through, or I can do another post.

Cue three years of rehab, Marc being benched in training recruits or it or admin. He hates it. Valentino retires officially, goes into specialist training and makes the vr46 sub tactical group a thing.

2025, special missions comes up, marc is assigned the case - having finally been declared fit for field work last year and absolutely smashing all expectations. They know it'll be a hard case. They need the best. Its undercover so who do they send? Thats right, bring Valentino out of retirement.

Maybe even a fake marriage. ...

And that's the story friends.

Happy Friday.

[wosomikaela]

THE PASTRY OF LOVE PART 2

TRIGGER WARNING: bad writing, sexual themes

(Also sorry for the waiting I was finishing up my school so I didn't had much time to finish up.)

I quickly went to grab my charger and plug it in patiently waiting for my phone to wake up again. I was so eager to text Steph back even if it meant to admit that I did stalk her a little bit.

STEPH POV:

“I am telling you Beth I just freaked out.” I kept telling Beth for the fifth time as she asked me while I canceled the plans I had made with the hot café owner.

“But you should have seen her face, she got so sad after I told her. She looked like she was really looking forward to it. You should text her.” I rolled my eyes at her: “And how am I supposed to text her I don’t even know-” I was cut off by my phone lighting up with a notification from instagram. I usually turned it down but for some reason I opened this one. I was a new follower alert, nothing extraordinary but I stopped when my eyes landed on the name: “Holy shit!” I said as my phone nearly slipped from my hand.

Beth looked at me like I was crazy: “What is it?” I turned my phone screen her way and let her read the nickname: “Well, I guess she found you before you got the chance to complain one more time.” Beth laughed as she walked away with Mile following closely behind.

I quickly followed her back and texted her.

stephcatley: stalker much?

I waited for a few minutes for a reply but I was only left on read. Great, now I can’t show my face at the new favourite café ever again. I started to come up with some excuses I could use in front of the girls who actually want to go to the café after tomorrow's game.

y/nTorres: Hey, sorry my phone died. I am not stalking just….admiring.

I read the message and I could feel myself blush. I never got this feeling with a girl before, yet alone flirting with one. I took a deep breath in and decided to answer.

stephcatley: well, I am glad. I was just thinking about you. Sorry that I had to cancel our plans but Calvin needed me.

Y/N POV:

There it was. Calvin again. I didn’t know if it was her boyfriend, kid or some sort of animal. I was intrigued to find out but I stopped myself, what would she think of me if I just thought that she was single and her partner was an animal.

y/nTorres: I hope he is okay. We can always reschedule our plans

stephcatley: Yeah he is fine, we just went for a quick check up. And as for the plans I would like to try again.

Okay so check up, great that did not help me at all. I ran a hand through my hair and

sighed.

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The next day when I woke up I had my phone still in my hand. I must have fallen asleep while talking to Steph. She was very funny and we talked for hours about my pastry and about her football career. From her messages I could feel her love for the sport and her club. I always liked people who had a specific passion for the job they do.

I did not tell her about me having tickets to her dame today and maybe I should not even go, it could seem that I am too eager to see her, which of course was true. I talked to Vanesa over the phone on my way to the stadium telling her all about Stephs and Is conversation.

“I am telling you Calvin is either her child or her dog.” Vanesa tried to ease my nerves about Steph having a boyfriend.

I sighed: “I will talk to her about it, maybe if I get a chance to see her, where are the seats you said again?”

“Right next to the entrance onto the pitch, people call it a tunnel I think. Anyways I have to go have a nice game experience.” She replied and hung up on me. God this girl had even less idea about football then I did.

I put my phone into my pocket and started walking towards the stadium, it was bigger than what I expected and also more crowded then I imagined. I took a deep breath in, scanned my ticket and went to find my seat.

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The team Arsenal played against was quick but I could see the arsenal girls being quicker, sharper and overall more prepared than the other team. I couldn’t believe how much fun I was having, between cheering and clapping when Beth scored to just being mesmerized by Steph herself. She looked anything but nervous, she was focused on the game, on the players in front of her. She looked great. Her sharp features were clearly visible as the sun shines onto her.

“First time here?” A woman next to me asked. I looked at her and frowned about how she found out: “You have the glow about you. You know the one where you see the game live for the first time.” she chuckled as I did the same.

“Yeah, first time at any football game actually.” I confessed.

“Yeah, now it makes even more sense, you are not even wearing any merch. Are you here just for fun or to see someone specific?”

“Oh, um…” I didn’t know what to say. Truthfully I was there to see Steph but we don’t know each other well enough for me to say that: “I am just here to…admire the view. I am new to London, so I am here to experience it all.” The woman didn’t look convinced enough but let it go as the final whistle was blown. All the fans started to hurry towards the barriers so they could probably get to meet their favorite players or maybe just to get a photo.

As I looked at the crowd I decided not to wait for Steph to walk towards the stands and maybe got the opportunity to talk to her due to the mass of kids in front of me. I quickly snapped a few photos and one of Steph sent it to her with praise of a great play.

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Steph Pov:

We were celebrating in the locker room when I finally sat down after our game against Aston Villa. I had a few messages from y/n that I decided to look at. To my surprise it was a photo of me from this match which was weird. We talked almost the whole night last night and she never mentioned going to our match.

stephcatley: You definitely are a stalker now. Why didn’t you tell me you are coming? I would've found you in the stands.

y/nTorres: It was a surprise for me too, like I said, I never saw a football match. And to your other question…there were so many younger fans who wanted to meet you, I got scared I would get lost.

I chuckled at her response, she was probably around 175 cm tall she definitely wouldn't get lost. We exchanged a few more texts before I got pulled towards the middle of the locker room for the after match analysis, but not before agreeing to our baking session later tonight.

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I was never this nervous going to a café, maybe it had to do something with a certain owner of this particular one. I didn’t know if this was a date or just her way of making friends. But I tried to calm myself down by saying that she definitely flirted with me.

I took a deep breath in and knocked on the door. Beth helped me pick up my outfit which was just classic blue washed jeans with a white short tee. I stood there for a few seconds before she opened the door greeting me with her warm smile.

“Hey come on in.” She said moving from the way opening the door more. The café looked even more cozy at night. The lights were dim and yellow was shining from them but it was still dark in there.

“I love the lights.” I said pointing towards them, she looked at me and nodded: “Yeah, it was my best friend's idea to put them like this. The shop shines even at night, she said it’s like my soul…still shining. I don’t know about that but, it was cute of her to say that.”

I smiled at the comment, her best friend was definitely a great person: “Well from what I've seen so far, she is right. So what are we baking?”

“Follow me, I will show you.” She took my hand and like last time she led me towards the back of her kitchen.

After she closed the door I was immediately met with a bunch of ingredients. Such as fresh raspberries, big blocks of butter and one big bowl of dough.

“Hope you don’t mind, I already made the standard dough but we are going to make one more for this don’t worry.”

I smiled putting my hair up into a messy bun: “All good, I can’t say I know much about baking so it is probably better than you did it before.”

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Y/N POV:

Her saying that she was not a great baker made me frown: “Well, you are here to learn so come on.”

I walked towards the stove where I placed a big pot: “First we are going to make as I call it hot raspberries.”

She looked unsure about what I was talking about so I walked towards her taking her hand: “Here take this apron, we don’t want that white shirt to get red. That is the first step.” She nodded and quickly put it over her head and made a nice bow at the back.

I took her hand again and led her towards the pot: “It is simple, we just pour the raspberries into the pot and let them cook.”

“That simple?”

I chuckled: “Well we have to stir it so it does not burn.” She laughed and carefully started putting the raspberries into the pot. It was so cute to watch her being so careful about not hurting the berries even though it wouldn't do anything if she just threw them in.

“Now we just stir?” She asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. I nodded, handing her the ladle.

I was standing close to her now as we both watched the raspberries turn into thick liquid. We were occasionally talking but for the most part she was focused on her job.

“Now that it's done we turn off the stove and let it cool down for a bit.” She looked at me: “And until then we are going to do what?”

I sighed: “We are going to collect the flour from the back.”

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We successfully made the raspberry dough without making much of a mess, and now she was just watching me roll it out.

“Now it’s your turn with your red one to come here.” I motioned for her to get in front of me.

“How do I do that?” She turned her head my way as I took her hands into mine slowly placing them onto the roller. My hands were covering hers as was also my body.

I gripped her hands and slowly started to move them, rolling out the dough: “You have to do it carefully but also you can’t be too gentle.” I tried to explain to her but I could feel her focus more on my face than the activity in front of us.

“What?” I asked, looking into her eyes as her head was turned my way. Our faces were a few centimeters away.

“I really want to kiss you right now.” She breathed out. It took me by surprise but I didn’t pull away from her. Instead I closed the small gap between us slowly kissing her lips.

They were soft and she tasted the leftover raspberries she ate while we were baking.

The dough was quickly abandoned as she turned in my arms placing them around my neck pulling me close to her as mine slipped around her waist.

I turned us around and pulled her up onto the other side of the kitchen placing her against the cupboard earning a small moan from her.

She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth as we fought for dominance which I quickly won. The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing, I didn’t know what had gotten into her but I knew I had to stop it before it turned into something more.

When I pulled away we were both trying to catch our breath, I looked at her softly but I could see some conflict in her eyes. As I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable I slowly put her down onto her feet.

“I…um. I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me.” Steph started apologizing and putting the apron I gave her down. I frowned: “Hey, it’s okay I didn’t stop you either.”

She shook her head: “No, I can’t do this,you know I….I have to go.”

And before I could stop her she practically flew out of the kitchen and the café all at once. I was frozen in my spot looking at the kitchen door before looking at the unfinished croissants dough.

Maybe the pastry was my only love.

[lucy90712]

Please post some more imagines with Carlos

Wimbledon. This place will always have a special place in my heart. It gave me the best thing that ever happened to me my amazing boyfriend Carlos. We met completely by chance when we both got lost around the vast grounds and bumped into each other. His racket bag knocked me to the ground so he helped me up and took me back to his team as I had a cut on my leg from the gravel. Before I left we exchanged numbers and the rest is history. That year he invited me to a few of his games including the gruelling final which he won. That day he asked me on a date at the end of which he asked me to be his girlfriend before he had to leave for the next tournament. Things were tough for a while with the constant distance between us and how little time we got to spend together but we pushed through the hard times and now we are happier than ever. 

Coming back last year felt slightly odd because so much had changed from me queueing for hours just to get into the grounds to having a pass that allowed me into all sorts of places including the player box. Watching Carlos win again felt so surreal too. In his speech he mentioned me as his girlfriend for the first time which meant a whole lot of attention came my way but he stood by me throughout it all. 

Since last year things have been a little crazy I finished university and moved to Spain to live with Carlos right after. Some people might think that's insane as we haven't been together for two years just yet but I just know that he's the one. We've spent long enough apart that we are ready to be together and see each other more. We've been through so much together that it really feels like we've been together longer than we have and we know each other better than we know ourselves sometimes which is how I know we'll be just fine. Since I made the move I think I've spent less than a week total at my new home as Carlos has been travelling constantly for tournaments. 

This week we go back to the place that started it all. I don't think it will ever not feel strange going back and thinking about all the dominoes that fell into place for our paths to cross in the first place. We will forever be tied to this place even after Carlos retires we will always remember these days at Wimbledon that got us to where we are. 

Typically the few days of summer we get in England happen to fall right at the start of Wimbledon and I know Carlos struggles with the heat and humidity here but I know he can do it. He's had a good grass season so far but there's always the extra pressure that comes with being the defending champion which makes everything so much more intense. Last night Carlos was really worried about his match but I kept him calm and did everything in my power to help him get some sleep. 

When we woke up Carlos still seemed stressed about his match which isn't unusual for him but the way he's acting felt odd. He wasn't nervous in his usual way normally it's good nerves the ones they get him extra motivated to play but this time it's different. While I got ready he was pacing around the room and biting his nails which he only does when he's really nervous. I wracked my brain trying to think if there was anything about today that might make him more nervous than usual but nothing came to mind. It can't be being the opening match on centre court as he did that last year and he's beat Fognini before sure not on grass but he's just as good on grass as he is on clay. During breakfast he didn't get any better he didn't say a word to anyone the whole time he was completely in his own world clearly with something on his mind that he won't share.

"Y/n can we talk a second?" Juan Carlos asked as we left the hotel 

"Yeah what’s up" I said 

"Have you and Carlos has a fight or something or has anything happened?" He asked 

"No nothing happened he was a bit nervous last night but I helped calm him down but when we woke up he was like this I have no idea what's going on" I said 

"I didn't think it involved you but I couldn't think of anything else" Juanki said 

"If there's anything I can do to help let me know I don't want him going out on court feeling like this if we can help" I said 

"Of course I'll keep you updated" he said giving me a hug before we headed to the car taking us all to Wimbledon 

Once we got there Carlos went to go and warm up and I left him to be with his team. As much as I wanted to stay and make sure he's ok I thought it was best to give him some time in case there is something I did to upset him. There was nothing for me to do other than wait until Carlos' match which left me with a lot of time to think, maybe too much. My mind went straight to everything that could be wrong the second I found somewhere quiet to sit by myself. In the time I was sat there I managed to convince myself that Carlos wanted to break up with me but didn't know how to do it since I just moved to a new country for him. Part of me always wondered if we moved too fast and eventually that would catch up with us and now maybe it has maybe Carlos regrets it all but doesn't know how to say it. 

By the time I had to head to centre court I was a mess too but I knew I had to pull it together and at least make it look like I have my life together in front of the camera. Juan Carlos greeted me and told me that they hadn't managed to get through to Carlos which only made me feel worse. He did say that Carlos seemed in the zone when they left him so hopefully whatever's on his mind won't affect him playing. Carlos walked out on court and he looked like his normal happy self smiling and waving at the crowd but then he looked up and we locked eyes and I watched his smile falter. In that moment I made my mind up that all of this is my fault and I thought about leaving but I know that would cause other issues so I stayed in my seat trying to hold back tears. 

As soon as the match started I just knew we'd be here a while as Carlos was missing shots he could make with his eyes closed. He was nowhere near his best but he won the first set with a late break but still it was obvious that something was wrong and everyone in got crowd could tell. Juanki tried to help Carlos but he didn't seem to be listening. Things didn't get any better either as Carlos lost the second set but he came back swinging for the third set which again was close but went Carlos' way. 

It was so hot that I think everyone in the crowd was wishing this match to be over soon but it wasn't to be. Part of me wanted the match to finish so I can talk to Carlos to find out what's going on with him but then another part of me almost doesn't want to know especially if he's going to break up with me. Carlos clearly didn't want to be done with the match either as he lost the fourth set 6-2. By that point the entire box was stressed thinking that Carlos might lose in the first round. Juanki looked like he wanted to pull his hair out and Carlos' brother looked incredibly stressed. I managed to pick enough skin off my fingers to make them bleed but 4 and a half hours later it was over and Carlos got the win. 

Like always he had to do his cool down and then all his media obligations so all I could do was wait in our spot. After every match since we met I've always waited for him in this spot so he would know where to find me if he wanted to. This sport reminds me of so many moments in our relationship it's where we shared our first kiss and where he asked me to move in with him after I finished uni. Despite it just being a small table and two chairs hidden away in the main building at Wimbledon it's a place that will always hold good memories. 

Eventually a figure appeared in my peripheral vision which could only be one person. As he approached he actually had a smile on his face but he was still playing with his fingers like he was nervous. He gave me a tight hug when he got to me which really relaxed me from the panic I've been feeling pretty much all day. He just held me for a solid minute before he pulled away slightly and looked straight into my eyes with a look of pure love and adoration which I'm used to seeing. 

"Hey that was a tough match out there" I said 

"Yeah it was tough but it's good to be challenged early on" he said 

"Are you ok you seemed extra nervous today" I probed lightly 

"Yeah I'm ok just had something on my mind" he said still not opening up

"You know you can tell me about anything right I'll always be in your corner supporting you" I said 

He didn't respond to that he just looked at me like he was debating something in his own head. He moved his hands from my waist to hold both my hands before time seemed to slow to a crawl as I watched him get down on one knee. I think I went through nearly every emotion before I settled on shock. Suddenly it all made sense the way Carlos was acting around me all day and why he insisted we visit my parents before Wimbledon even though it was out of our way. It also explains why he went out a few weeks ago and wouldn't tell me where he was going and why he started putting away all the laundry randomly after that day. 

One of his hands let go of mine to reach into his pocked to pull out a small velvet box. Inside was the most beautiful ring it wasn't huge but that's exactly what I wanted it had a diamond in the middle and what looked like both our birthstones either side. Instantly I knew he'd had the ring custom made which almost had me crying before he even said anything because he clearly thought about this moment a lot wanting it to be perfect. 

"Y/n from the moment we bumped into each other here two years ago I knew I liked you but I'd never have predicted I'd have fallen for you so fast but now I can't imagine my life without you in it I know we haven't been together long but there's no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with so will you make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" He said 

"Y-yes a million times yes" I said as he slid the ring on my finger

"I'm sorry I've been so distant today I knew I wanted to do this today but I was worried that maybe you wouldn't be ready and you'd say no" he said 

"I would never say no I love you more than words can describe I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you" I said 

"Good because you can't get rid of me now" he joked 

"I guess I can live with that" I laughed 

We spent some time soaking up the moment before heading to find the rest of the team who were all eagerly awaiting our return. I'm sure the smiles on our faces gave it away but still Carlos announced that I said yes and suddenly everyone was looking at my ring. Carlos also FaceTimed my parents to show them the ring. It was such a happy moment that it made me forget all about the stress of the day and reminded me why this place will always be extra special for us. 

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦-𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 ₊⊹

description : fluff, fluff, & fluff

in which riwoo & y/n find themselves communicating their feelings through little doodles

pairings: l.riwoo x f!reader

word count: 966

warnings: i fear you may pass out from how tooth rottingly fluffy this one is…

tags: @onedoornet @blossomnet @nineooooo @astrae4

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‘what’s riwoo drawing today?’

the question that ran through your head for two years once again came up as you watched your desk partner doodle away on some random piece of scratch paper.

sometimes it was a simple bird that was flying from outside the window. other times it was a silly drawing of a classmate who had managed to bother you guys that day.

whatever the drawing, you and riwoo always passed the paper back and forth, adding to it as you pleased and exchanging quiet laughter together in the back.

“i think sungho’s forehead veins should be wayyy bigger here. he was pretty pissed at leehan for stealing his food earlier”

riwoo joked as you laughed as quietly as possible to not alert the teacher.

eventually simple doodle exchanges upgraded into leaving small pictures for one another.

notes on your water bottle reading ‘it’s time to drink water!’ with a water bottle drawing often served as a small reminder throughout the day.

the most common note between you guys simply said ‘cat?’ with a drawing of an orange tabby, asking if you wanted to visit the school’s resident stray cat together that day.

the day never felt complete when one of you didn’t come to school. you both would start drawings, habitually sliding the paper to the side, but the drawing would remain incomplete without the other person.

“are all these supposed to be drawings of her?”

jaehyun cracked open riwoo’s notebook one summer day when you happened to be absent.

“yeah. it feels weird to finish the drawing if she’s not here to draw with me”

he shrugged as jaehyun flipped through pages of unfinished drawings, all drawings of you who never knew how much detail riwoo put into these mini portraits.

he captured almost everything about you perfectly — from the way your lips pouted when you focused on your work to the way your smile spread to your eyes after hearing one of riwoo’s jokes.

riwoo just couldn’t figure out how to make the pictures… well, you. physically, they encapsulated you as best he could. emotionally, however, was a different story.

without you there to co-illustrate drawings with him, the drawing just didn’t feel like you. your little details and doodles weren’t there. your personality was absent from your own portrait, and it felt off to riwoo.

“why don’t you just show these to her? she loves drawing with you”

jaehyun pointed out as riwoo buried his head in his arms, cheek pressed against his crossed arms on the desk.

“she’s gonna think i’m crazy. imagine i open up my notebook and be like ‘here y/n look! here’s all the pictures i’ve drawn of you over two years and never once showed you or even told you about!’”

riwoo groaned as jaehyun stifled a laugh, trying his best to be encouraging after watching riwoo tiptoe around telling you how he feels for years now.

“then draw a new picture of her. when she comes back i mean. i’m pretty sure she likes you too so just write a little note on the picture and bam! you two will officially be the cutest couple i’ve ever matched in my life”

jaehyun smacked the desk for extra effect, startling riwoo as he groaned and hid his face in his arms.

“fine, but if it doesn’t go well you’re buying me the entire donut shop”

riwoo muttered as jaehyun smiled widely and pranced back to his seat, halfway to success.

lo and behold, you were back in class the next day and riwoo was beyond nervous.

you didn’t really notice a significant shift in riwoo’s emotions, but you did notice how he was taking forever to pass the paper to you so you could draw with him.

“what’re you drawing? come onnn let me see!”

you whispered as you tried poking your head over riwoo’s arm shield, keeping his little drawing under strict guard.

“just let me finish this up first and i’ll pass it to you”

riwoo playfully whispered back as you rolled your eyes, smiling softly as you looked out the window at the trees swaying in the wind.

around 20 minutes later you felt riwoo poke your shoulder, sliding the paper towards you as he averted his gaze from you immediately.

you grabbed your pencil, expecting to add some weird features to whatever riwoo started drawing today when you paused to take in the entirety of today’s drawing.

it was a perfect picture of you from the beginning of class, smiling with your hair blowing softly from the wind coming through the window, a sakura petal stuck in your hair.

you noticed a little bubble with tiny words in it. a note for you.

‘you know how for the last 2 years we’ve been drawing anything and everything that we can think of? well i drew you because i can’t stop thinking about you, and i’ve never stopped. i like you’

you glanced at riwoo who was still looking at the ground, cheeks flushed from the moment he passed that note over.

with a wide smile that riwoo failed to notice, you did your usual, doodling little hearts and bubbles all over the drawing to give it a more charming appearance.

and at the very bottom of the picture after adding all your finishing touches, you wrote:

‘i like you too ☻ i have for 2 years too actually…’

you tapped riwoo on the shoulder, sliding the note back to him. he didn’t reply on paper, instead turning to you with the happiest smile you’ve ever seen and gently plucking the sakura petal out of your hair.

“do me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

“i’d love to!”

(all while jaehyun stared at you guys from behind like a proud dad)

[graceful-ashes]

Since we had a missed opportunity for this at Chim's bachelor party, I think we need an episode where the whole of the 118 go out and get smashed, do some crazy shit and then spend the next day trying to figure out what happened.

I'm imagining that early on in the night they'll be at a bar fairly tipsy and then maybe there'd be a fight break out and someone ends up with glass in their arm or something and so Hen and Chimney while well on their way to drunk end up tending to the wounded. 911 probably gets phoned too, to deal with the fight and possibly take someone to the hospital. So the 118 joking about never getting a night off decide to hit up a different bar and get away from the chaos now ensuing at the previous one.

Maybe along the way, Buck and Eddie end up rescuing a cat from a tree. Still fairly drunk.

They reach the second bar and as alcohol starts flowing freely things get hazy and everything starts to go downhill from there.

We get a scene a little like the one of Buck and Eddie the day after Chimney's bachelor party. Everyone waking up an absolute state, maybe having acquired some strange things from their drunken adventures. Someone might be missing and they have to locate them. Just absolute hilarious disaster that makes them all reconsider drinking ever again.

[glynmostyn]

You display either a lack of imagination or terminal victim complex of you can't even conceive of a world where everyone would be beholden to the same set of agreed upon laws. In such a world why the fuck would a werewolf guilty of manslaughter not be held accountable for it? I also cannot stress any more that there are already humans that do the same or worse and get away with it in human courts of law. Buddy I grew up Blue in Texas and my vote never changed a god damn thing and neither did anyone else's, change is not allowed to happen by the people in power and I also cannot stress enough that (most)werewolves are part of human society and do indeed vote. They participate in legal actions. They fucking go to protests, they are still citizens of the country affected by human laws, we do not live outside them(unless you were born a wolf).

The fact you think we're doing this just 'over some plants' is fucking horseshit. You like having a nice coastline? You like fishing in clean lakes and rivers? You like hunting and not eating poisoned meat? You like fucking breathing clean air? Don't want microplastics in your goddamn brain(it's too late btw)? Your nice little retirement idea is sure dependent on all those things. 'Just some plants' fucking shut the fuck all the way up.

You also genuinely have no idea how many werewolves have started activist groups and soup kitchens, so shut the fuck up about it.

We just have the balls to back it up the same way these earth polluting companies do who are guilty of way more death and destruction than any of us.

Again, you are blaming supernaturals for the same actions human take and saying it's worse when we do it. 'It's because you're bigger and stronger and scarier' yeah yeah heard that before, whatever. You don't like being the biggest and most dangerous thing in the room, that's a privilege only humans get.

Ah so Darren is allowed to kill other humans because he's a human, got it. He's a nationally wanted man who the courts would put away so it's fine you're running around with him now and enabling him and practicing with him. If he were a supernatural though it'd be on sight, yeah?

We don't make humans go crazy when they see us in crinos form and it's literally something we can't control, and while rare it's not something that happens with every human. Most of the time they think we're bears or something that escaped from a zoo. It also sounds like you're talking about Black Spiral Dancers, who are again a tribe of twisted and corrupted souls and bodies. They do not make up the majority of werewolves and actively fight against the rest, and there's actually more of them working with other corrupted humans and vampires. They clean up their messes too, you're not special for doing it.

We do not agree. You don't want coexistence. You think your horrible visions will go away once all supernaturals are wiped away and you're trying to move towards that goal, something that will never come to fruition in your lifetime, and using humanity's safety as an excuse.

Do you ever sit down and wonder wtf humanity did to deserve so much rot on this earth? And if we deserved it why are there freaks like me who are meant to fight against it.

[morlock-holmes]

I feel like a lot of Trump supporters (Including many voters and pretty much literally everybody in his actual cabinet) don't really have politics in the way that you or I would think of them.

I think they are people with a number of grudges (Some legitimate, some not), an incredibly shaky and surface level understanding of how anything in society actually works, and a bottomless appetite for good vs. evil stories where they get to imagine themselves as Neo in the Matrix, some bad ass underdog who's finally going to expose the corrupt bosses who have been keeping everybody else down.

And I think their policy ideas at any given time are therefore: Whatever policy idea lets me think of myself as the bad-ass but morally pure underdog finally winning one for the little guy against the scum who have been keeping us down for too long!

Like... The National Guardsmen and Military in LA clearly just clearly don't have a mission the way you or I would think of it, with some kind of concrete goal rooted in objective reality. Their mission, I think, is to be extras in the story where the brave and stoic Donald Trump finally put a stop to the Death Wish-esque anarchy which had been gripping LA.

And in order to accomplish that all that has to happen is that they're physically in LA and the crazy evil Democrats are complaining because somebody is finally doing what needs to be done and putting them in their place. So it doesn't matter that in actual practice they're sleeping on courthouse floors and just sort of... aimlessly milling around wasting their time and our tax dollars.

Or like, the head of a DOJ anti-semitism task force retweeting something from the founder of Identity Evropa.

Like... If the Trump administration are committed Jew haters they could just, like, not have an anti-semitism task force. What, are we going to say that Trump was pressured into it? That the Department of Education isn't a big deal, but god forbid the DOJ task force goes away?

And if the guy is supposed to be an undercover anti-semite then, like, he sure fucking blew his cover.

And anybody who is actually interested in fighting anti-semitism would fucking know what Identity Evropa is and not laugh at jokes about Trump revoking people's Jew card.

Like, you reading this and me writing it start with some kind of idea of what racism is. Maybe it's "prejudice plus power" or just "The expression of a prejudice based on race." and when we see something happen we check it against the definition. We ask questions like,

Was that an example of prejudice plus power?

or

What evidence do we have that this was an expression of prejudice rather than a coincidence?

And this can become incredibly Procrustean but I don't think Trump's lackeys even get that far.

I think that for them the definition of anti-semitism is "The left are the real anti-semites but they use it as a cudgel against the right". And so when they see a tweet or a claim they evaluate it based on whether it fits the story that the left are the real anti-semites.

And if the thing they're evaluating is coming from a literal holocaust denier that doesn't matter, because that has nothing to do with anti-semitism, that's how fucking far gone they are.

I really think this is kind of the only way to even vaguely make sense of their actions.

It's also why a lot of them used to have like, vaguely Occupy Wall Street or granola hippie politics: Because for a while far left politics let them imagine themselves as the bad-ass underdog sticking it to The Man, and when leftist rhetoric and fashion changed enough that it no longer worked to burnish their self-image that way, they found a new ideology which did a better job at it.

In fact I think the general haze of inconsistency around Trump is part of the appeal; if standards get too objective then those standards might eventually actually be used to judge them as something other than the heroic underdog, they might be measured and found wanting. But if there's no consistent or objective standard of measurement, that's way less likely to happen.

Well, that's my theory anyway.

[kizzer55555]

DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

[toastnbutter]

i feel like siffrin would be really good at a bunch of unexpected things both from being from the island and general travelling.

like the family goes to the circus and they see someone on aerial silks and he's just like "I can do that" and their all incredibly confused until after the show he asks to try it out (and they let him bc omg the saviors are at our circus)

and he just goes crazy on that shit like he's being doing it for years. and he's just like "oh y'know I picked it up travelling."

slightly more angsty, he has an absolutely incredible singing voice, and somehow knows how to play a number of instruments. one day some kind of instrument from another country, and sings a folk song none of the family recognize, although based on the grammar it sounds like it's not originally from Vaugarde.

the family loves it, and odile lightheartedly asks "when did you learn how to play that siffrin? And where's that song from, I've never heard it during my travels!"

siffrin smiles and starts to answer, then just. Stares off for a while and says "im... not sure. i just know it, y'know?"

he tries to sound okay, but deep down he knows where that songs from. and he doesn't say because he doesn't want to forget it.

also he goes so hard at karaoke. and isabeau blushes every time he gets to hear their voice. maybe they'd serenade him with love songs teehee.