#but at the same time i could be completely wrong who knows

[multipleoccupancy]

"Yeah, make sure they know that they have to treat you right all the time," he pointed out almost patiently though he was quite sure that he would be protective of her regardless and any boys she brought to the flat he could at least see she would be serious about. He didn't want her hiding them from him either and so he was sure to try and tread carefully. Or at least as much as he thought he could.

He sputtered a little laugh into his coffee of his counterpart chasing 'Bill' away with a shotgun, "he won't harm him unless he hurts her," Theo was quite sure of that, though he had been wrong about his cultist counterpart, maybe the cowboy would indeed shoot the boy? He chose not to think of that as Violet carried on and Theo nodded sagely in agreement. "She does to meet a boy that's nice to her, absolutely." He agreed, not realising his prejudice against Bill without even meeting him, the smile faded as she pointed out her counterpart would struggle to trust boys. "She will find someone that treats her right and who earns her trust."

The question was turned on him and he chuckled again, playing Violet's game and taking a big handful of popcorn and a long sip of his coffee, eyeing her sideways as he stalled but it was all playful and something of an impression of her to try and make her laugh again. Eventually though he decided to answer her, "I was a complete rouge," he explained with a little smile despite his best effort to frown. "I was something of a novelty when I went back to school after the robbery, I was from the big city," he made a wide arch with his hand and chuckled to her. "At fourteen and please do not judge me but it might help you understand just what a teenage boy is like," when he wasn't trapped in a terrible psychiatric ward, "I had four girlfriends at the same time, prom was coming around and I got into some very real trouble with all four of them. I was awful."

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 & 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 @multipleoccupancy

"Keep them in check?" she repeated with a little chuckle, unsure how he wanted her to keep boys in check. Besides, something told her that he was going to be the one keeping them in check. Violet was starting to see that she'd have to get used to boys being scared away by her dad, too.

"He might try an' chase him with his shotgun, that's true," she admitted, only half joking. "But I mean... she deserves to meet a boy who is nice to her." Violet was clearly torn between her very youthful feelings of jealousy, and the care and protectiveness she felt for her counterpart. "After everythin' she went through, I can't imagine she'll trust boys very easily."

She turned to look at her dad, eyebrows raised. "Did you have a girlfriend, when you were a teenager?" If he was going to ask her questions about Bill, she could ask him questions too! Of course, he could always decide not to answer. But this was a story that involved no monsters whatsoever.

[lets-try-some-writing]

I got the image of the Jack, Miko and Rafael learning to imitate Distressed/terrified Sparkling cries and using them against the decepticons. It’s a very efficient defense mechanism. Every cybertronian who heard them is freaking out because oh primus how is the squishy thing making that noise and I gotta protect it at all costs. The sheer chaos that would ensue as the ‘protect/rescue the sparkling’ programming kicks in full force.

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The vehicons are clustered at the other end of the room panicking. They don’t know what to do. The human sparklings are looking right at them and making distress noises. The guilt is killing them.

Knockout going “is the car form less alarming?! If I turn into a car will you stop seeing me as the threat?!”

Breakdown is having a breakdown.

Starscream pinned to the wall on the other side of the room having an internal crisis. He doesn’t like this. Make it stop.

Soundwave makes no noise but you can FEEL the sheer distress radiating off of him.

Megatron is frozen. No thoughts, head empty. He’s not moving at all. He doesn’t know how to handle this.

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The autobots have mixed feelings about this. They’re glad the kids have a way of defending themselves but please don’t do it near them. They’re stressed out enough as it is.

(This might sound kinda dumb but I thought it was kinda funny. Very tired while writing this)

Wait no this is actually brilliant.

The Decepticons never anticipated their long buried parental nature to be used against them. No one did. But they day the human children turned up on the battlefield looking far too confident, every Bot and Con present had the all encompassing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Their suspicions were quickly confirmed when, before the Decepticons could do much of anything to get the relics they were after, Rafael began to wail.

Normally, human screams meant nothing. But there was a certain pitch that sounded so close to a cry of distress from a sparkling that, to warriors who had not heard a sparkling in millennia, it was enough to send them running to help. In this case, the issue was only compounded as the children scattered like mice and started making the same noises. The Decepticons could hardly focus on the Autobots booking it to the relics as they frantically tried to locate the fictitious sparklings calling for aid.

The Vehicons managed to get to Jack, but he just kept looking up at them defiantly. Every time one of the dozen or so Vehicons on the field tried to grab him, blast him, or otherwise hurt him, Jack would chirp like a sparkling and send all of them scurrying back. It wasn't cute to the Vehicons. Having never seen actual sparklings but still having the coding needed to adore them, they looked at Jack and saw a weird frame-walker. They weren't sure what to do about it except try to haul themselves away while also keeping a vague circle around the human male.

Miko on the other hand made it a point to chase after Megatron and Soundwave, screeching like a sparkling about to be shredded. Neither stopped for her, but Megatron completely lost his train of thought every time that screech rang out. He could have been aiming at Optimus with a perfect head shot and he would be unable to fire as Miko's distressed sounds rang out in his audials. He KNEW she wasn't a sparking. His coding wasn't even that strong. But by Primus, hearing her screech was the same as watching a civilian get run over by a bus, repeatedly. Focus was impossible.

Soundwave wasn't much better. He didn't react outwardly, but the slowing of his steps and the way he tried to sidestep Miko gave away his distress. He avoided her like the plague, trying to refocus but being unable to really get far as Miko screamed like a demon. It was a fight against the Unmaker himself to keep Soundwave from bolting over to collect the sparkling who sounded so very upset.

Rafael, for his part, followed Miko's lead and harassed the other three members of High Command most often found out on the field. Breakdown ran screaming the moment Rafael started chirping at him. This was both out of fear of the frame-walker and to escape the inevitable overreaction of his coding. He may or may not have attempted parkour once or twice to get as far away from the smallest of the humans as possible.

Knockout tried to ignore Rafael when the kid chirped up at him, he really really did. But how does one ignore the Cybertronian equivalent of a soaking wet kitten meowing up at you? Simply put: you don't. Knockout gave in and quickly dropped down to try and soothe the non-existent sparkling every. single. time. Rafael pulled his noise trickery. He never fails to panic and attempt to flash colorful things at Rafael to get him to stop. Every Decepticon has since been endlessly disappointed in him.

Starscream, being terrified of things that really shouldn't be there, took the skies the instant the trio began screeching. Nope. Not today Unicron. He'll get the mission done or get the heck out of dodge to avoid coding coming online. He doesn't need empty nest syndrome on top of a crippling case of "I Love Power." He also doesn't need to deal with the horrific mental image of a squishy somehow managing to sound like a sparkling. Nope. Nope. NOPE.

The Autobots are grateful the kids can protect themselves a bit now. But by Primus, they have known NO peace since the kids figured it all out.

[lilpotatjj]

Cait and Sam watching their own wedding night episode? Yes aaand no. We all know what these two lovebirds did...like come on who wouldn't? I escalated a wee bit. That's one of my longest Oneshots (almost 5000 words) and I'm gonna continue this with a hugh story about them. Living the forbidden lie in all his cuteness.

Warning: starts with super fluffy and lovely cuteness and turns into a soft 18+ hot mess. Sam beeing Sam and Cait beeing most of the time Cait with slightly cute shyness

(Credits to the Gif owners)

♡Chap.1-Directing their own happy hour♡

A crazy year is over. Filming has long since been completed and the premiere of the first season is over. Several interviews have been held and the first episodes are already on TV. It's September, cool and unpleasantly rainy in LA this year and the day before the premiere of the seventh episode. It's called 'The Wedding Night'.

Cait was out and about, drenched after a conversation with one of the co-producers. It was up in the air whether there would be a second season, but the prospects looked good. She didn't think to bring an umbrella. Why in LA, where it is usually quite warm, even in September.

She ran to her car, the newspaper just over her head for protection, and got in. 'Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ... What the hell is wrong with this weather?' she cursed and was completely soaked. She quickly switched on the engine and turned up the heating. As she drove off, her mobile phone suddenly rang in its holder on the dashboard of the car. 'Hey Sam,' she said simply and focussed on the road.

'Have you been bathing?' he asked wryly, obviously making himself comfortable.

'Very funny...the weather in LA almost reminds me of home,' she was finding it difficult to speak. She was shaking a little and had trouble concentrating. 'I'll call you later if it's unfavourable?' he asked and she said no, perhaps a little too quickly. 'Ah ok' he paused for a moment. 'Tell me what's going on, I'll be fine' she said with chattering teeth and he had to smile, sitting up straight again and looking thoughtful. 'What do you think about travelling to my place and I'll tell you what's going on when you've warmed up at my place?' he asked sincerely without any ulterior motives.

Her cheeks flushed, which wasn't just because she was cold. 'All right, I'm on my way. The same hotel as always?' she asked and he replied with a quick "Yes". The rain didn't stop, on the contrary, it even got heavier. She parked the car in one of the parkingslots in front of the hotel and dashed inside as quickly as she could. Once inside, she asked at reception for the surname Heughan. The servant nodded conspicuously. 'Ah yes, Mr Heughan, he had informed me. He's in room 0410,' he said and with a very friendly smile, he pointed down one of the corridors. Cait thanked him and walked towards his room. Once there, she knocked on his door without thinking. He opened it for her and looked her up and down briefly before she simply entered his hotel room. He looked after her, slightly amused, and went into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he found her standing by the radiator, shivering slightly. He went to her and put a towel over her shoulders. She looked at him gratefully and unconsciously smiled far too sweetly. 'Thank you,' she said quietly and his eyes stayed on hers for longer than he wanted. The reason why he grabbed her towel and started playfully rubbing her hair dry. 'You should bring an umbrella next time,' he said with amusement. 'It wasn't raining when I was out' she gave him an annoyed look as he then went to the wardrobe to lend her some of his own clothes.

'Here' He held the clothes out to her wordlessly and she took them hesitantly. 'It's not going to stop raining that quickly for now. You can spend the night if you want. I'll sleep on the couch,' he said as he looked out of the window. She gave him a look of disbelief. 'Oh come on, we slept anywhere on set where there was space and time. You can sleep in the bed with me' she said dryly without thinking about it and Sam turned to her with his typical look, eyebrow raised slightly, he nodded.

She was right. Time on set was often pretty tough. Sometimes there was no time to sleep and filming often lasted well over 24 hours. Sometimes one of the props or simply a bench was a comfortable place to sleep for a short break. But now they are no longer on set, there is no one around to watch them.

'What did you want to talk about?' she asked curiously as she came out of the bathroom, dressed in one of his big hoodies. She almost sank into it and yet it looked great on her. 'Right, exactly... I wanted to ask you if you'd like to watch tomorrow's episode of Outlander with me' he said and she looked at him curiously. 'What episode was it again?' she asked, rubbing her face tiredly. 'The seventh episode,' he said, unconsciously tense. 'oh ok' came from her, benignly ignorant. 'What's the name of the episode, I'm just too tired to remember which one the last one left off at,' she said, pouring herself a sip of the wine on the table.

'The Wedding Night...' She choked and coughed for a moment. Now it dawned on her. It was that episode. She remembered all the scenes on set too well.

'Are you ok?' he asked without making any facial expressions. 'Yes... I'm sorry,' she apologised and put her glass down again for safety reasons. 'But we're going to need more wine,' she said with amusement and her grin was almost unpleasant. The mood was strange. He scrutinised her carefully while she just stared at the wine, motionless and thoughtful.

She looked slowly at him, his gaze still fixed on her. You would have thought he was burning every corner of her face. It made her nervous, but not in an unpleasant way. She felt the heat in her cheeks and stood up abruptly. 'I think I've spilt...I'll be right back' she disappeared into the bathroom in a flash. She was aware of what was happening, or so she thought, but she was still unsure. He was and is her co-partner. What would the media say, Starz or everyone involved in the big picture? She didn't realise she was breathing faster.

'Cait, are you all right?' he asked anxiously from behind the door. 'Y..yes...I'll be right back.' She splashed water on her face and then came out again. 'And you're sure we should sleep in the same bed?' he asked with raised eyebrows, almost admonishingly. 'That's fine, it's ok,' she said dryly and gave him a cheeky look. She stood in front of him. He was so tall that she always had to look up at him. 'But only if you change too...I doubt you want to sleep in those jeans...you already hated them on set' she looked at him challengingly and tugged at his collar. He enjoyed her closeness. It was clear that he had had feelings for her for some time. It was impossible not to, given the sight of her and her wonderful character. But whether she would ever be serious about him was an open question. He doesn't push her, gives her room to manoeuvre and is patient. Like a crocodile patiently waiting to snatch its prey.

He gave her a charming smile and went to his wardrobe, took out more comfortable clothes and looked at her briefly. She sat down on the couch and unconsciously inspected him as he disappeared into the bathroom. He didn't miss her gaze and when he came out again, he saw her sitting on the couch with her head resting on her hand. She grinned at him. 'Do you want to watch something or are you too tired and want to go to sleep?' he asked solidly, closing the curtains. He turned round and noticed that she already had jumped into bed. She snuggled into the big duvet. He laughed briefly and shook his head playfully. 'well...I take it you've had a full day today...want to talk?' he came round and lay down in bed too. They both looked at each other, snuggled together under a blanket, she was quiet for a moment and had to look at him. It's a completely different feeling alone without people from the set. Far away from all the other trailers, other people or cameras. There was no one here. The thought of it made her heart beat gently faster and she almost forgot to speak, let alone breathe, at the sight of him.

'Yeah...I had a call today and two other annoying appointments before that. I've been travelling all day...then there's the rain...I'm honestly glad to be with you right now' the last words came out of her innocently and unusually meekly. She is usually the type of person who says what she thinks, with consideration for the feelings of others. But it's easier with him. She can be whatever she wants, let herself go with him. He listened to her quietly and attentively.

'Sam... what is it between us?' She looked him in the eye and tried to understand the moment. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face with a wave of his hand, ignoring his own pounding heart. 'We're just lying here talking,' he replied briefly in a low voice. Jesus, can't he stop being cute for once? Struggling to concentrate from his voice and the sight of him, Cait swallowed with difficulty, unable to find an answer.

It was so quiet. Neither of them said anything. Her breathing was much faster and without thinking she snuggled up to him, hiding her face in his chest to hide her burning cheeks. She could hear his heart beating softly and realised that it was also much faster. Sam took her carefully in his arms and decided to remain silent for the time being, to savour the moment. He could smell her hair and buried his face in it a little, kissing it and noticed her smile. He did the same and had to smile. As always, no one needs to say anything to understand.

The sun's warm rays tickled Cait's cheeks and she moved slowly. A large, warm body lay close to her. You really don't need a heater when you're lying next to this 1.92m tall man. She grinned happily as she realised who it was. He was still asleep. She took this moment to observe his sleeping form. He looked so content and balanced, still holding her tightly in his arms.

His calm breathing was soothing, like a lullaby. It was nothing new, sleeping with him, hearing his breathing, feeling him against her, his embrace and yet this time it was completely different. She felt a tingling in her stomach at the mere thought of wanting to touch him. It made her nervous and she suddenly looked away from him only to look back at him again. Her gaze kept switching between his lips and the air she was trying to stare into. No Cait...you better not. Once you start, it will end badly... she thought to herself and thought back to their time on set. They often kissed away from the camera. Out of spontaneous situations to practise, of course...right? The heat rose in her face again. She tried to control her thoughts, but her heart was making it damn hard. She didn't even realise that she had come closer to him, her face close to his, her breathing as if she were climbing a mountain that was out of reach. However, with an unmistakable sound in her voice, she freed herself from his grip in a flash and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Without realising it, she was sweating. She clutched her forehead and tried to get her breathing under control. Damn Balfe, a little more self-control! Her thoughts were waging a war she was in danger of losing. He opened one eye and watched her actions. She flinched slightly as he began to stretch and looked slightly to the side in his direction. He couldn't help but grin self-consciously. She was so cute. He didn't know her to be that shy or insecure. On set, they could both let Jamie and Claire hang out, kiss or touch each other however they wanted. Nobody would have thought it was anything serious, at least that's what they both thought.

She stood up abruptly and looked nervously at him. 'I'm going to freshen up,' she said briefly and Sam let himself fall into his pillow with a smile. He wanted the time to last. To savour this precious moment, just with her...just with Cait.

He made breakfast and the rest of the day was relaxed. Except for a few little things Sam had to do this time, the day was uneventful. Cait spent the time in his room and fell asleep on his couch once again. She was far too tired from the last few days, not to mention the previous night. Snuggled up with one of Sam's woollen blankets, she slept peacefully. The blanket smelled wonderfully of him and transported her to dreamland far too quickly. When the Scotsman returned later that day, he saw her curled up on the couch. Still asleep. He put the key away and took off his shoes to go to her. With quiet steps, he stood next to her and looked at her without a word. She looked so innocent. He often did, watching her sleep. Her soft purring when she slept. Her soft smile when he always secretly snuggled up to her, just to be close to her unnoticed. He loved it.

Sam simply stood still for another moment and looked down at her thoughtfully, bent down and got very close to her face. He could feel her breath on him. The corner of his mouth twitched impatiently and he gave her a delicate kiss on her soft lips. His heart did what it wanted and almost ran away from him, but he didn't care. The kiss was short and so gentle that Cait didn't wake up, at least that's what he thought and realised he was wrong. The ball of blanket and the supposed Mrs Fraser inside it moved gently. She opened her eyes just a crack to somehow recognise what in God's name was happening. Sam was already scurrying about, unpacking a few things he'd been shopping for. There were a few bottles of wine and something to nibble on.

She sat up in a daze, her hair in a wild mess and yawned tiredly. 'What time is it?' she asked with a husky voice. 'It's already 7 pm. How long have you been asleep?' He brought two bottles of wine to the table and two glasses. 'Too long... Well, I don't think I'll fall asleep that quickly watching TV,' she said with amusement and ran her hands through her hair to fix it a little. 'Are you hungry?' he asked, unpacking a bag at the same time. It was Asian Food. 'Yes,' she replied curtly and watched the Scotsman without realising it. Her gaze was dreamy, as if she was looking at the jackpot she had won. He came over to her and set her something to eat. She had to smile. Of course he knew exactly what her favourite food was. 'Thank you,' she said and they both ate some of the food.

'Do you remember filming the episode?' he asked when he had finished eating.

'Yes, quite a lot. I'm curious how it was edited. Some days were so long and tiring,' she took a breath and looked at him. 'It was sometimes very difficult to stay relaxed and yet... You made it easy for me to shoot the more difficult scenes,' he said with a smile and looked at her in detail. She couldn't avoid his gaze and was caught up in it. She quickly picked up her wine glass and took a good sip.

Cait laughed softly as she remembered. 'Did you remember the scene when Claire said "go to bed"? God, how many times we replayed that just because our producer never liked the look in your eyes and then I said "to fuck" off camera, or so I thought? Your look afterwards was exactly what they wanted to see and it was recorded,' she laughed and took another sip. Sam did the same and poured the red wine down his throat. 'How could I forget?' his voice sounded ironic with an amused undertone. 'At least it wasn't too cold when we were naked for what felt like 24 hours,' he said and poured more wine.

She looked silently into her wine glass after his words, then raised her eyes and literally stared at him. He's like an accident... you don't want to look but you can't help but stare at him with curiosity and anticipation. Too mesmerised by his gaze, she once again couldn't get a word out. He could throw a bone now and she would run after it like a dog. He raised an eyebrow questioningly. 'The episode is about to start,' he breathed so quietly that she had to think for a moment whether she had heard him correctly.

Sam came closer to her, looked deep into her eyes and was tired of seeing her like this. She was literally begging to be touched. The Scotsman didn't hesitate a second longer and kissed her gently yet firmly. Cait was briefly surprised and yet she accepted the kiss without hesitation. As if they had kissed hundreds of times before, he brought her to him by taking her face in his hand. He stroked her cheek tenderly and was the first to break the kiss. Cait just looked at him. She could have sworn her heart was stuck one floor below. He smiled at her and she did the same, returning his smile with a blissful grin. He took the remote control without another word.

The atmosphere was strangely relaxed, but you could just feel the crackle. He switched on the TV and the episode started. She looked over at him expectantly, so he couldn't help but lean over and grab her, cuddling her right next to him against his chest. Cait took a contented breath and drank more of the wine as she savoured his closeness and warmth.

They both made comments here and there and had to laugh and shake their heads when Rupert and Angus burst in. 'I remember one of them fell badly once,' Sam laughed and they both grinned. Then came the scene where Claire asks Jamie to bed. Both the Scot and the Irishwoman watched the scene tensely and had to smile again and again. 'How many times we had to repeat that...but you did a good job,' she said contentedly to distract them from what was actually happening. Jamie grabbed Claire's breast. 'Christ, how many times you made me laugh, Cait...you kept making jokes about my breasts,' Sam said with amusement and Cait turned bright red. 'Well I was nervous as hell...we had to take our clothes off...I was afraid I'd ruin your view of naked women' she said sheepishly and he took her chin and forced her to look at him.

'my god Cait...how can you say that...' he whispered more and she looked at him nervously and slightly guiltily. Before she could say anything, Sam beat her to it. 'Your body is beautiful.' She stared at him and their gazes parted as the scene came where Jamie plopped on top of her and penetrated her. The situation couldn't have been stranger. It was weird for both of them to see each other like this. It looked a thousand times hotter on the screen than when they were both shooting that scene over and over again.

Sam grinned at Claire's sweet words when she said she gets crushed by Jamie. He noticed Cait's tension, she squeezed her legs tightly together and banished all her thoughts to the farthest corner of her brain cells. To no avail. Sam looked down at her and took the wine glass from her hand. How much had they actually had now? Both bottles of wine were empty.

Cait looked at him questioningly, but she knew the answer. Sam slowly stroked her legs and hesitantly approached her face. Her breathing increased, her lower lip quivering in response to his touch. She closed the gap and kissed him. But this time more demanding and with far less restraint. Gripped by what was on the television, Cait pressed herself closer to him and without thinking about it, she sat on his lap. He gasped briefly under the stormy kisses only to continue on her neck. She let out a sigh. A soft, pleasurable sound that he knew all too well. It had almost always driven him crazy when they gave their all during filming and he wasn't allowed to have her completely. Shooting a scene is one thing. Shooting naked is something else, but constantly filming wild sex scenes in the nude with such a beautiful woman is simply torture. With her playful but otherwise confident character, he would have liked to show how much he really liked her. He constantly had to touch her. On her breasts, her body and getting closer to areas with his face that made him want to seriously give up control of himself.

Meanwhile, no matter what was on the television, she only had eyes for her Scotsman. She looked at him dreamily, losing herself in his gaze. Everything about him is so attractive. His hair, which she now clung to in order not to lose her mind. His upper body, his beard and God damn his face, with his ice-cold blue eyes that almost robbed her of her will. She unconsciously moved onto his lap when she realised that he was already more than ready for action. Now she smirked cheekily at him, causing him to bite his lower lip. 'You little beast....now you're showing your true colours,' he said almost choking and his gaze didn't leave hers for a second. Somehow they knew it, but it was different here too. He took off her hoodie and just looked at her for a moment. As if he couldn't believe what he saw, he grabbed her breasts as if he wanted to make sure they were the same as usual. He kissed one of them gently and played around with the other.

She leant her head back with pleasure and let him do his thing. 'Sam....' she breathed and looked at him, slightly dazed. 'You too....' she whispered excitedly and took off his shirt too. She looked at him with red cheeks. It didn't matter whether it was the alcohol or Sam's fault. No matter who she drank from, she would be intoxicated by both. She touched him on the shoulder and ran her fingers down his neck to the area below his belly button, from which a few hairs flashed out. Sam's eyes were fixed on Cait with an expression as if she were made of glyphs and he was trying to decipher them.

She grabbed his belt with her hand and tried to open it, but this turned out to be difficult when sitting. He grabbed her ass and literally threw her on the couch, took off his pants only to stand completely naked in front of her. Her gaze was discreetly surprised and looked at his best piece. She was not prepared for that now. They always wore protection on set, which didn't help much when Sam had a hard-on, but it covered everything. She swallowed and for a second a shy shadow could be seen in her eyes. "We want to stay fair, my dear," he pointed to her pants and came closer to her playfully. She looked at him nervously and had to smile to cover up her nervousness.

"Do you want to continue?" he asked as a precaution and in answer she nodded and looked at him with a cheeky, innocent face. He grinned confidently and helped her undress. There she was, completely exposed with a red glow on her cheeks. They had both played through this position so many times before, but this one moment now belonged to the two of them alone.

He grabbed her by the hand to pull her up to him. Cait stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eye anything but uncertainly. She literally felt his heartbeat, as if the two were synchronously forming a unit. She took his hands and intertwined her fingers in his. "Caitriona you are so beautiful" proudly sounded in his voice and she smiled happily at him. "Just you and me" she whispered lovingly, looked at him longingly and Sam couldn't ask any more questions, because she had just answered them.

He kissed her, longing and greedy, clawed at her ass to lift her up and faltered briefly. There was no cut, nothing that interrupted them despite the swaying and could stop the lust of both. He let himself fall back a little on the couch, with her on his lap, without even thinking about breaking the kiss.

Now nothing went according to the script. He was the director of this scene and decided how to proceed in accordance with his Irish beauty. She enjoyed every touch, every second and breathed heavier as he caressed her breasts. Cait became more impatient and looked at him almost begging. He grabbed her ass again to lift her and positioned her so that Sam could penetrate her without any problems. He smiled... She was more than ready. A groan on her part indicated that the tackle would continue as he was into her completely. The Hugh Scot didn't want to slow down, not to be careful that something unexpected happened.

Cait moved and he adjusted to her. This time he couldn't help but moan quietly. She rested her forehead on his and continued moving. Regardless of the hotel neighbors, neither of them cared how loud they were.

He had to smile at the sight of her. She moaned subtly differently than when they were filming. It sounded the same as always, but there was a hint of honesty in the sound of her lovely voice. The sound that makes his bones tremble and underlines the pleasure he is really giving her. Flowing through the alcohol and the rush of adrenaline that they both experience and that made them both sweat, he felt how aroused she already was. He concentrated on her to give her the moment of happiness, but had great difficulty enduring it, especially with her moaning. She really deeply enjoying it.

'Sam...' damn it, he tried so hard not to lose control, but moaning his name like that almost pushed him over the edge. He gasped heavily and bit her shoulder. Finally, she felt a wave rushing deep inside her and completely flooding her. She moaned louder and let him feel how much he loved her without ever having said it.

'Sassenach!' He gasped at the same time as her and let himself fall completely as he came inside her, clawing a little too hard at her round ass. She sank exhausted onto his shoulder and gasped for air. Completely out of breath, both of them tried to understand the situation they were in.

'Everything ok...Mo Chridghe?' He hesitated at first, but he had to say it. He loved her and had no doubt that this would ever change. She was too perfect, her temperament, her way of dealing with him and her laugh. God, how much he loved her laugh. The Scotsman lovingly wrapped the wool blanket around her and let her get some air, but it was starting to make him nervous because she was still hiding into his chest. 'Is everything ok, Cait?' he asked nervously. She turned her head so that her face was directed towards the crook of his neck and he could feel her breath. He got goosebumps.

'I love you...' she whispered softly to him. Three words that could throw him off balance and almost made his heart stop. A smile twitched across his lips. 'I love you too... Sassenach...' he said lovingly and playfully and felt her smile. 'What do we tell the producers?" she asked, quite worried. 'Nothing at first. It will be difficult to hide it... at least partially. Maybe they'll let us do it and accept the unspoken facts. Filming should be easier for both of us,' he tried to explain and stroked her back. Suddenly he looked at her with a Jamie expression, as if he had traveled through time in just a second. 'Could you now...' he paused briefly.

'What?' now she looked at him confused. 'I mean we didn't use protection...' he got nervous and the Irish woman had to giggle. 'No...that's out of the question, don't worry' she said. He smiled in relief. 'We missed half the episode,' he said and she snuggled up next to him. 'It doesn't matter...we'll watch it again then" she said with a cheeky undertone and he kissed her extensively.

[ot3]

pretty long meandering post here just talking through some thoughts about the late game arizona progressive endorsement for kamala

i find it really fascinatingly racist the way certain people took the letter from local arab/muslim leaders in arizona endorsing kamala's campaign and decided that mean they now had 'palestinians want you to vote for kamala' as a hammer they could deploy in a world full of nails. to be clear i don't think this endorsement was meaningless at all and the opinions of these people are certainly worth considering. especially for swing state voters, who were the target audience here.

but i saw people responding to fucking bisan's on-the-ground video of people in gaza saying the election results made no difference to them with sentiment along the lines of 'don't believe this video,, its disinformation, palestinians want you to vote for harris' and i can only assume it's because none of them actually read the letter. they just saw headlines like this one and decided that absolved them of any need to own their own decisionmaking at this time

now clearly the palestinian people are not a monolith, and palestinians currently living in gaza and suffering through a genocide vs those living in the US in a swing state are going to have different priorities vis a vis this election. i don't think acknowledging that in any way diminishes the validity of either group's opinion, and it's absolutely not my place to critique the way these various communities are choosing to respond to kamala's stance on israel. so it really disgusts me to watch mainly white liberals act like this specific group of people discussing the specific political context they currently exist in represents the complete and collective will of the palestinian people, just because doing so happens to support their political goals. i don't know man i think the second you start talking about an entire nationality of people as if they have the same political opinions you've already lost!

the reason i say i don't think most of these people read the letter, beyond the fact that i've yet to see anyone discuss the specifics of it, is because the letter does go out of its way to acknowledge potential strategic benefits of 3rd party votes in the 43 other states that aren't going to be the deciding factor. i know this is not sentiment that the average voteblue liberal agrees with.

anyway. there's not really a conclusion to be had here other than i think we're going to see a lot of vitriol directed towards third party votes in the immediate future. we saw similar sentiment after the 2016 election; people were INCREDIBLY quick to say that the reason donald trump won was because not enough people showed up for hillary. people are still saying that, as a matter of fact.

as i and many other people have been pointing out for the past eight years, hillary won the popular vote by a margin of several million, and still lost. at that scale you simply can not blame things on voter turnout. i don't really know what to say at that point. trump's 2016 victory really just pitch perfectly illustrated in a way too blatant to ignore that the US presidential election does not represent the will of the public. but people will do literally anything to keep viewing the state of US politics as a result of people Voting Wrong and Being Too Stupid To Understand What's At Stake

as always, we are not allowed to hold the democrats accountable for delivering nothing to their constituents, but we can hold the constituents responsible for not showing up like loyal dogs to beg for whatever table scraps harris's campaign vaguely pretended to offer us. surely this strategy will work in 2028! see you all then.

[burningcheese-merchant]

When Burning Spice was introduced a lot of people made comparison with Capsaicin, and even thought they were related. You have any thoughts on that?

I do, and you're all probably going to be very disappointed lol

Not only do I NOT vibe with the idea that they're related, I'm actually really annoyed that it's as popular as it is lol. It doesn't even make sense. Burning Spice was in prison for thousands of years; when, where and how did he have a kid? At what point in time did this occur? Capsaicin is a young man. A regular mortal, outside of his "Spice Overlord" thing. I ask you all again: when? Where? How? WHY? Has anyone ever actually thought this through?

"ThEy LoOk SiMiLaR" okay, and? So fucking what? Neither of them own the concept of "long hair" or "muscles" or "sharp teeth". Pitaya has those too, and he has an arguably more substantial connection to Capsaicin because they're actually from the same fucking area. Happenstance. Lots of characters in this game have similar attributes, that doesn't necessarily mean anything

"ThEy'Re BoTh SpIcY" Refer to point A. Do you all think all the nut-based cookies are related, too? That's the logic you might as well be operating on. Correlation is not causation

"Blah blah both jail" you know how many characters in this whack-ass phone game count as felons, bro? How many of them SHOULD count as felons lol? The Cookie Run universe might as well be one giant Alcatraz with all the shit these little affronts to God get up to every day, I ain't making them all each other's relatives because of it

They're the wrong ages for them to be family. Burning Spice was serving a life sentence since long before Capsaicin was even thought of, he literally got out after the guy was already a grown ass man. They're not even from the same fucking CONTINENT! Capsaicin has probably never even HEARD of Beast-Yeast! Even that little comic the CRK Twitter account posted makes fun of all this shit!!! The Wild Spices mistake Cap for Spice from behind, and then get confused when he turns around because THEY VERY CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW WHO HE IS AND HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE! Wouldn't an army know if their general had a son, even if it was only mentioned in passing? Wouldn't THIS army have a vested interest in having their general's son around if he existed, and stop at nothing to bring him home should he vanish, to gain favor with Spice and because of how powerful Capsaicin is and how useful he could be to them?

I wouldn't be so bent out of shape about all this if it wasn't LITERALLY FUCKING EVERYWHERE!!! I cannot enjoy any content of Burning Spice OR Capsaicin without having to endure a fucking barrage of "hurr durr father and son" posts!!! I just want to ogle my hot, sexy, deliciously evil spice man BY HIM-FUCKING-SELF in peace, I never asked to have to hear the exact fucking same "hi son I came back with the milk" joke over and over and over again

I know I sound like a massive dick right now and I'm truly sorry. You are more than welcome to think of these two as related in some way if you wish. I am not your mother, nor your leader, nor your god, I'm just some cringe loser on the internet. Enjoy this game and its characters in whatever way you choose. I even actually like a good bit of the father/son art, a lot of it is cute and funny. I'm able and willing to say that with complete sincerity.

I just wish I didn't have to feel like it's being forced on me. That is one of the biggest issues I have with this fandom: how oppressive it often feels. You MUST ship this particular pairing, you MUST headcanon these characters as family, you MUST take this one-off joke that was clearly just a goddamn joke and preach it 24/7/365 like it's the gospel truth that Devsis themselves wrote on stone tablets and delivered from the top of Mount Sinai. And then when someone doesn't want to do that, everyone else descends upon them like a plague of fucking locusts. I actually saw a Dad Spice + Son Cap post on here with the person who made it saying something like "ok since everyone agrees that these two are family [...]" and I just got so fucking irritated. No, actually, not everyone agrees. Not everyone agrees on a lot of the fanon that's shoved down the entire community's throats on a regular basis. PLEASE stop acting like they do. I still remember when people would get flat-out harassed for not acting like Herb is Sea Fairy's son (old ass drama lol).

Say what you will about me, I'm just one person and you can block me or whatever dumb tags I use for my dumb shit. There is NOWHERE I can go to avoid this. Twitter? Plagued. Tumblr? Plagued. Even fucking reddit is on this nonsense (only in my personal opinion). But that's what I get for acknowledging Reddit in any capacity lol

I shall once again sincerely apologize for my harsh tone here, I am not attacking you personally or anyone who headcanons these two as relatives. I am just generally, profoundly frustrated and I need to get it out. I appreciate you taking the time to ask me an honest question, I hope you can forgive me for my painfully honest answer

[danicat9]

Have You Eaten?

Leo Valdez x Reader Smut

Warnings: smut (MDNI!), female reader, penetrative sex, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (this is fictional, please practice safe sex), generally nsfw content, Leo is 21 and the reader is around the same age, google translate Spanish, not proofread

Your POV:

It was late and Leo still had not come home. This wasn't out of the ordinary for him, we had been best friends since I came to camp around the same time he did and we started dating when we were seventeen. I knew his habits, so I knew he was likely caught up in a project, but being demigods, part of me still worried about if he was okay; especially now that we had an apartment not far from camp which meant attacks might be on the table.

It was getting close to 10pm, and while Leo regularly pulled all nighters in the shop, I knew he hadn't brought dinner with him today and the likelihood of him stopping to go get dinner was slim. I finally decided to bring him dinner and check in to make sure everything was okay.

On the outside, Leo's shop looked like a run down mechanic shop that looked unassuming to mortals. On the inside, it was something completely different. Leo ran a shop fixing things for other demigods and occasionally even the gods if it was something his father didn’t have time for. Festus stayed here too and Leo was constantly giving him upgrades to the point I was sure Festus could probably do literally anything.

When I walked into his shop, Leo was no where to be seen but the lights were all on so he was here somewhere.

"Leo!" I shouted.

No response.

"Leo, where are you? It's me!" I shouted

Still no response.

I continued wandering through the shop until I saw a pair of legs underneath a machine that was on a lift. Leo probably had headphones on and I didn't want to startle him and make him hit his head, so I went around to the other side of the machine and started tapping out Morse Code. He wouldn’t hear it, but Leo was so in tune with his machines that I knew he would feel the vibrations and notice it was code.

Like clockwork Leo slid out from underneath the machine and took off his headphones.

"Amor!" He said with a grin pushing his goggles up.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, he was covered in grease, and he had a new hole in his pants on the knee. His curls were absolutely wild and the only clean part of him was where he had his goggles on.

"Rough day?" I laughed.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"Have you eaten?" I asked.

"Yeah, a little bit ago."

"What time?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Like noonish."

"What time do you think it is now?" I asked trying not to laugh.

"Judging from the question, far from noon."

"Babe, it's a little past 10 at night. You need to eat." I said pulling his dinner out of my bag.

"You're the best, mi amor." Leo said excitedly.

He had probably hyper fixated on the machine and forgot he was even hungry. I sat down with him at his work bench while he ate his dinner like he hadn't had a meal in days.

"I would hug you, but I'm covered in grease and who knows what else." Leo explained.

Part of me didn't care because every time he took his shirt off my brain just stopped functioning properly, but the part that was still functioning knew I was wearing a white shirt. I had to stop wearing light colors when visiting the shop.

"What are you working on today?" I asked when he finished eating to get my mind off of how hot he looked.

"A machine for Hermes. It helps with larger deliveries to Olympus... like gorgon heads, y'know, larger things one might want to ship up there." Leo laughed. "It's broken and I'm trying to get it up and running asap."

"Oh." I said disappointedly.

I was hoping that he would come home, but projects for the gods, especially gods like Hermes were important.

"What's wrong, mi vida?"

"Nothing, that sounds cool but frustrating. Are you any closer to a solution?" I asked trying to cover up my disappointment.

"Amor, don't change the subject, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just figured you would come home with me, but if it's for Hermes that's a big deal." I said.

Leo suddenly grinned at me.

"I'm going to call it a night and come back in the morning, Hermes can wait." Leo said inching closer to me, "I'm going to shower and change here so I don't track all this grease into the apartment."

I wasn't sure how Hermes was going to feel about the delay, but I was happy to hear Leo was coming home now. Hermes was an easier going god anyway though, I’d be more worried about Ares or Hera. Leo got up and headed towards the shop's small locker room and I sat on his bench waiting for him. I sat there for about 3 minutes before I realized what Leo had been insinuating and I jumped up to follow him.

Leo was already in the shower and I quickly stripped off my clothes and slipped in with him.

"Look who finally decided to join." Leo laughed.

"Next time you've gotta spell it out for me." I laughed.

"It's okay, it gave me a chance to get the grease off, that really was gross. I genuinely have no idea why there was that much grease on that thing. I’ve gotta give Hermes a crash course on machine maintenance." Leo laughed, "but, now I can focus on you." He said lowly while grabbing my hips.

Leo could go from 0 to 100 in seconds and this was one of those moments. He went from joking and laughing to having me weak at my knees in seconds.

He tipped my chin up to kiss me and let his other hand wander my body. I put both of my hands on his shoulders for stability because I knew I couldn't trust my knees or the slippery shower floor. His lips traveled from mine, across my jaw, and to my ear where he grazed his teeth against my earlobe.

"Missed you so much, amor." He whispered

I let out a sigh and Leo took this as a challenge. He turned me around so my back was against his chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. He moved my wet hair off my neck and started biting and sucking at my neck until he found my sweet spot. I bit my lip as a small moan threatened to escape my lips.

"Let me hear your pretty sounds, mi amor." Leo growled.

With one arm still around my waist holding me against his body, he let the other wander up where he ran his fingers over my ribs before wrapping his arm around my chest. He grinded against me and I instinctually responded by pressing my ass against his hips harder. Leo groaned and held my body against him even tighter.

I could feel how hard he was already, and it only made the pool of heat between my legs worse.

"Please." I whined, desperate for any sort of friction.

"Please what?" Leo asked moving the arm he had around my waist lower letting his hand get dangerously close to where I needed him the most.

"Touch me, Leo."

Leo smiled against my neck before lightly dragging his fingers through my folds. I arched my back and tried to buck my hips against his fingers but he held me still against his body.

"Already so wet for me," Leo said kissing my ear, "I'll have to fix that for you, amor."

Leo's hands were by far one of my favorite parts of his body. His long calloused fingers basically had a mind of their own. The fine motor function he had from being able to work on even the tiniest parts of machines made his fingers quick and relentless. Leo and I started dating after the war and we were each other's first everything. We shared our first kiss on the beach and we lost our virginity to each other in Leo's bed in Bunker 9. Neither of us knew what we were doing, but gods did we learn quick, especially Leo. His problem solving skills were top tier and he had an innate talent for figuring out how everything worked, including people apparently. He was embarrassed to admit it at first, but he figured out sex the same way he figured out machines, by paying attention to every last movement and reaction and then using trial and error until he found something that worked. Leo very quickly became so in tune with my body that he knew how to get me to orgasm better than I did. Unless he purposely drew things out, I knew the second his fingers went between my legs he was going to have me undone and moaning his name in minutes.

Leo quickly started to rub calculated circles with his thumb while I held onto the arm he had around my chest for dear life. My nails left little crescent shaped marks in his copper skin and I moaned out his name. Without warning he pushed a finger into me and began meticulously curling it inside of me against my g-spot.

"F—fuck Leo." I moaned.

"That's it, such a good girl for me." Leo said as he kept up a relentless pace.

My knees were growing weaker and Leo could tell so he adjusted his grip on me to support my body weight more. The hot water was still pounding down on us and he didn't want to risk me falling.

"Gods mi amor, if I would've known how soaked you were I wouldn't have spent my evening under a machine." Leo groaned as he added a second finger.

I whimpered and let my head fall back against his chest. He immediately took the opportunity to kiss my forehead.

"My beautiful girl, come on, let's see how many I can get out of you tonight before I have to carry you out to the car."

Leo added a third finger and I knew I was done. As much as I tried to prolong and enjoy it, I couldn't and he knew it too. My walls clenched around his fingers and my knees grew even weaker. At this point I was barely supporting my own weight.

"Thats it, let go. I've got you amor." Leo said quickening his pace even more.

A somewhat embarrassingly guttural moan escaped my lips as white hot pleasure poured over my body and made my head feel warm and fuzzy. Leo didn't slow his pace down and grazed his teeth against my ear while saying the absolute dirtiest things imaginable as he worked me through the orgasm. He finally slowed down and gently removed his hand from between my legs and turned me around to face him again. He put his fingers into my mouth and grinned as I tasted myself on his fingers.

"Taste that amor?" Leo asked, his voice now huskier than normal, "I must be the luckiest man ever. You brought me dinner and dessert right to my shop."

Before I could react, he took his fingers out of my mouth and pressed my back against the cold tile wall. He dropped to his knees and looked back up at me with a devilish grin. My brain was still foggy, but I thankfully had enough sense in me to grab onto his wet curls before he started kissing up my thighs. He spent what felt like an eternity sucking and kissing my thighs before moving up to my lower stomach. He placed a kiss on my lower stomach and each hip bone before running his tongue over my already swollen clit.

He tossed one of my legs up on his shoulder to get a better angle and held onto my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Right now all I cared about was his mouth. Leo was great with his fingers, but he could spend hours with his head between my thighs and he has even tried, I’ve always just stopped him when it got to be too much. Leo Valdez was the definition of pussydrunk.

He grazed his teeth over my clit and immediately began sucking. My grip on his curls tightened and he groaned against me. The vibration sent shivers up my spine and I arched my back off the tiles of the shower.

"L—Leo, fuck, feels s'good!" I breathed.

Leo hummed against me while he pushed his tongue inside of me. As he moved his mouth his chin nudged my clit and I cried out his name again and again.

Leo held my hips firmly as I tried to buck them and he was drawing me closer and closer to the second orgasm of the night. At this point all I could muster up were desperate pants and moans.

The familiar build up was close to breaking and Leo knew it, but he didn't let up. Between sucking and licking and the occasional graze of his teeth, I was a mess above him. Leo went back to sucking at my clit, but without a warning he removed one hand from my hip and shoved two fingers inside of me. My walls tightened around his fingers and soon after, a second, and more intense, orgasm took over my body.

My cum dripped down his face and he eagerly kept sucking and licking while pumping his fingers in and out of me at a relentless pace. I finally had to gently push his head away before he finally gave my overstimulated pussy a break.

Leo's eyes were dark with lust as he licked his lips and stood back up. He knew he had to give me a break, but he wasn't any less needy.

"So fucking hot, amor." He whispered while placing wet kisses all over my face and neck.

His hands roamed my stomach and chest before both of his hands made their way to my breasts. He kissed me sloppily and squeezed my breasts in his hands and I moaned into his mouth. He let his hands keep wandering where they found their way to my ass. He gave it a quick squeeze before leaving his hands there to rest while he kissed me.

"One more time?" Leo murmured.

"Gods, if you don't fuck me right now Valdez I'm going to kill you." I panted.

I was still very overstimulated from the last two orgasms, but feeling his hard cock against my ass and stomach for this whole shower was making me desperate. Leo may only be 5'6", but that was the only small part of him.

"That's my girl," Leo whispered, "need to feel you so bad."

Leo's hands dropped to the back of my thighs and I took the cue to jump. Leo caught me and pushed my back against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist and Leo took his time kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips.

"I love you so much, mi amor." He murmured.

I whimpered as the tip of his cock brushed through my folds teasing my entrance.

"Please Leo." I moaned.

"Please what?" He asked with a grin on his face.

"You know what." I said in frustration bucking my hips against him, "You look so goddamn hot without a shirt and then you tease me like this, asshole."

Leo laughed against my lips and kissed me.

"I know, I can't help it, amor, I like to take my time with you."

Leo's tip rubbed tauntingly against my clit, his precum mixing with my arousal. I bucked my hips towards his again and he firmly pushed them back. He then finally lined himself up with my entrance after what felt like an eternity and slowly began to push himself in.

Leo was very vocal during sex, he was already moaning and he wasn't even halfway in. "Fuck, mi corazón, s'like you were made for me." He moaned when he finally bottomed out.

He didn't move for a few seconds and let me get used to his size before he began a slow pace.

"Leo!" I moaned as he pushed in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Louder, amor." He encouraged.

I called his name out louder and dug my nails into his back. He picked up his pace and I let my head fall back against the tile.

"That's my girl, let me hear you." He grunted.

He let one of my legs down so only one was wrapped around his waist for a better angle and it felt like he was even deeper if that was even possible. He pressed his chest against mine and picked up his pace. His hips snapped relentlessly into mine as he whispered a mixture of dirty words that made my pussy drip for him and 'I love you' over and over. Somewhere along the line he also had switched to mostly Spanish as if having his cock buried inside me preformed a factory reset on him.

The sounds of pants, moans, and wet skin slapping against wet skin filled the shower and it sounded downright sinful. Leo let his head drop to the crook of my neck and shamelessly moaned out my name like it was a prayer and I was his religion.

My stomach felt the familiar build of a third orgasm and Leo could feel me clenching around him. He groaned and slowed down.

"Leo, I'm so close, don't stop." I whimpered.

"I want to enjoy this longer, amor. It’s been a long day, I’ve missed you." He said kissing my forehead.

He slowed to a halt, but didn't pull out. Instead, he pulled my other leg back around his waist and shut the water off. With his cock still buried deep inside of me, he carried me out of the shower to a bench next to the lockers. He lowered us both down so he was on top of me and gently pinned my wrists above my head with a grin that told me I shouldn't plan on walking anywhere any time soon. I nervously looked around though because I didn't know how he was planning to do this on a bench of all places.

"Don't worry, amor, this bench is bolted to the ground." Leo laughed recognizing instantly what I was thinking.

“You’ve thought this through.” I laughed

“Many times.” He said with a grin.

With my wrists pinned above my head he leaned down to kiss me while he started to move again. His hips snapped into me so hard and fast, I couldn't even concentrate on kissing him back. He continued his pace and moved his head to suck at my neck.

It didn't take long to get me close again and I hoped he would let me finish this time.

"L—Leo, please, fuck, I'm so cl—close. Pl—please let me finish." I stuttered.

"I know, me too, amor." Leo grunted.

I could feel his pace getting more erratic and the knot in my stomach was so close to snapping.

"That's it, that's my good girl, cum on my cock." Leo growled.

His skin was heating up and his hair was steaming so I knew he wasn't far behind me so I finally let the orgasm take over. Like clockwork, I felt Leo twitch inside me and his hips falter before he came hard inside of me.

"F—fuck, Y/n." He moaned as he worked us both through our highs.

He finally slowed to a stop and peppered kisses all over my face.

"Te amo, mi vida." Leo murmured.

Leo stayed put while we both caught our breath, then he slowly pulled out. At this point my legs were shot, so Leo carried me back to the shower to finish the original task of cleaning up. He gently cleaned us both off placing little kisses everywhere he could reach. He then carried me out of the shower and helped me dry off and he was grinning the whole time.

“What?” I finally asked after he had been grinning at me for a while.

Leo pointed at my legs and I looked down and gasped. I hadn’t thought much about how long he had spent kissing and sucking at my thighs, but now I was. Little bruises formed the letter “L” on one leg and the letter “V” on the other leg.

“Leo!”

“What?” He laughed.

“It’s hot outside! I’m going to have to wear pants now!”

“Hey,” he said putting his hands up, “just making sure everyone knows the Bad Boy Supreme has been here.”

“What are you twelve?”

“Twenty-one, but I’m dyslexic so it’s hard to tell what the birthday cards said this year.”

“Leo!”

I tried to be mad at him for making me suffer through pants in this weather, but he made it hard to be mad. He was also constantly up to stuff like this. A lot of times he played it off as a joke, but I was beginning to think part of him did it because he was used to rejection and I was the most consistent thing in his life. That was a conversation for another day though.

When we were both finally dressed and ready to go home I was exhausted. Leo was too, but he knew he just ruined any chances of me walking to the car on my own and he didn’t seem like he wanted to drive.

"Let's stay here tonight, amor." Leo sighed.

I agreed and he carried me up to his office where he had a bed just like he did at Bunker 9 for instances where he pulled all nighters working, or instances like this.

The second he put me in the bed I was out cold. I didn't wake up until I heard voices in the morning.

"I stayed here all night, something is majorly wrong. I'm going to need a little longer."

"Take as long as you need, it's just Percy trying to ship things to Olympus and stir the pot because Zeus is too scared to do anything to him now anyway. As funny as that may be, it's not exactly priority mail.” Said a voice that sounded like it was Hermes, “Also, you might want to button your shirt up to your collar and fix your hair, Valdez. I think Aphrodite is planning on coming by today because she’s been going on for days about something she broke that your dad won’t fix for her. She’ll walk out of here trying to plan the next biggest wedding since Percy and Annabeth’s with Hera if you’re not careful.”

"Fuck. Fuck Hera. Shit, don’t tell her I said that she’s as my mom would say ‘un poco loco’."

“You don’t have to tell me that. I know.”

I laughed and rolled over in Leo's bed. That was his problem to deal with.

[l-in-the-light]

Why did Law break the heart of poor Chopper? 😭🥺

Did he tho? :D I assume you mean the infamous "shut up" scene at the end of Wano. Did you know this is actually not the first time Law tells Chopper to shut up? But let's start from the beginning!

"See you around, Torao!", "Shut up!". In the anime it comes off much harsher than in the manga, in which the flow is completely different, because it happens immediately after or even in same time as Law's conversation with Luffy:

Law is trying to draw the line here, they've been in an alliance, but now it's over, so they had to know this would be the result, now they're back to being enemies. But since Law kinda expects Strawhats to forget about that (he was with them in that alliance long enough to know how "uneccessarily emotional" they are most of the time, lol), he reminds them about that, making it a very "manly" and "cool" goodbye in the end.

Except, it would stay that way, if not for Chopper destroying it all with his affectionate "see you around, Torao!" because he understands they became friends, and you say that to friends when you're parting ways, right? Chopper isn't really known for being able to "read the room", so he totally missed the vibe Law was going for. In the end Law has to shut him up before Chopper goes on to say even worse emotional stuff.

(btw Kid is not having any of this, just look at his grossed out reaction there... "set sail", it's like he's trying to make them leave faster so he doesn't have to hear their sobby pretentious goodbye lol)

You might have missed it, but it wasn't the first time Law told Chopper to shut up. The very first time it happened was in Punk Hazard, on their duo mission in the lab. Law, slightly aware they might be heard or watched, insists on Chopper hiding already because they're almost at the door. He wouldn't say it in a nice way. Don't get me wrong, I believe he is rather tamely mannered, but I can't deny there are a few things he indeed is rather rude about (though definitely still tame in comparison to other pirates): never saying greetings, for example, and also never saying "please". Apparently he uses "shut up" instead now, lol. Anyway here he told Chopper to shut up because he is worried they will be spotted and he won't say "please stay in the bag" lol.

(Law doesn't say "please" anymore, not after his last request was to Vergo and he got betrayed and Cora-san suffered as the result. Law didn't say the word "please" not even once ever since.)

Chopper is actually the first out of Strawhats crew that Law kinda bonded with. Despite Law telling him to hide, they actually talk for a bit in this scene and Law is really open with him too (telling him he can't deal with Caesar on his own and that's why he needs the help of Strawhats - a rare moment of honesty and something he didn't tell anyone else, not even Luffy). In a way, you can look at their goodbye in Wano as a callback to Punk Hazard :D

We know already Law is bad with greetings (which means also saying goodbyes). The best you can get from him is silence instead of "hi" or "bye", the worst you can get is "shut up". In Law's novel we also could see Law saying goodbye to Wolf and he struggled soooo much with it. If you thought Sanji's goodbye with Zeff was awkward, Law's goodbye with Wolf is like ten times that, haha. I will use some quotes here from the end of the novel, so if you want to skip it, now would be your cue :D (you can skip to the next image from manga!)

*cough cough* yes, it's Law saying that line: "stop, you'll make me cry". Young Law is a mood, I swear. In a way you can take it as a clue, Chopper got silenced so he won't blabble out emotional monologue like Wolf up there, melting Law's heart and pretense of toughness away.

"I have to say goodbye to the locals, as well only to those who have treated me particularly well. I think that includes the doctor and Rad".

It's worth noting that he says that as well in the novel, despite the fact we never see Law saying goodbye to practically no one in the manga. Not to Strawhats, not to Kin, not to Bartolomeo, and he was indebted to them to various degrees as well (not counting Kin, that was actually reversed). Young Law could stand goodbyes slightly better than adult Law, it seems.

A tearful goodbye between Wolf and Hearts. This is how his goodbye with Strawhats could have looked like as well, I guess? But keep in mind, when Law said his goodbye to Wolf it was pretty much the same situation like when Sanji said it to Zeff. Both were indebted to their mentors and didn't know if they will ever see each other again (and if they will, then when). Novel's ending suggests Wolf and Hearts didn't meet again and after Law announced them leaving for the Grand Line, you can be sure they never had occassion to go back to North Blue ever since. This goodbye is pretty much definitive, they won't see each other for more than a decade. The casual goodbye with Strawhats might mean they will see each other sooner than not! Especially with Chopper's foreshadowing "see you around!". Though I still think Law doesn't plan on meeting them again.

Now, is Chopper's heart truly broken by Law's response? He got shocked because Chopper doesn't understand why Law told him to shut up instead of telling him "see you around" or "take care" back. But Chopper often misreads the situation and that happens even in the Strawhats crew. At Jaya, Nami told him to dig for gold, only to scold him for something she told him to do mere moments later:

Chopper is simply bad at picking up those hints or realizing when someone asks of something unreasonable that's better to be ignored. He's also quite silly and naive, and ends up taken advantage of as the result. But mostly, all those social cues are beyond his understanding, because he's a reindeer. Chopper is also very emotional, always easily touched by someone's sad story or when seeing people crying. You can say his empathy levels are really high. Perhaps, but take it with a grain of salt, Chopper thought Law is a bit sad, maybe he picked up on his emotions that Law wanted to hide so well, so he said "see you around" to make it sound like their seperation isn't going to last very long, to cheer him up, and since no one else said it, Chopper thought he should (besides he also simply likes Law, why wouldn't he like him? they're both doctors and spent quite a long time together).

It didn't end the way Chopper wanted it to end (he probably didn't cheer up Law nor did he get any nice reply back), but it's hardly the first or the last time it happened to Chopper in the story. He can handle it, he's a tough reindeer :) sadly he probably won't learn any time soon, if at all. Also, this...

Some goodbyes are harsh for the sake of the person left behind. Here Hiruruk kicks out Chopper so the reindeer won't have to watch him dying with his own eyes. He thinks it's better to part ways before Chopper gets even more attached, so it hurts him a bit less. Hiruruk knows how kind and caring Chopper is and doesn't want him to lose his heart again. Sadly the only alternative he had was to break his heart a little, hoping it will heal fast, but at least *he won't lose it* completely. Could this also be seen as a parallel to Law's goodbye with Chopper? It might be, because I think Law is totally the same type of guy who would push people away for their own sake.

(Still, the next time they meet, Law might need to apologize to Chopper, hehe. After all he must know by now that Chopper's rumble balls literally saved his life)

That's it about Chopper, but let's go back to Law for a moment. Where did he get his habit of saying "shut up"? He did not have it as a kid... well. I think the novel gives us the answer indirectly to that (no spoilers, just two short quotes):

Wonder no more, it seems he learned that from Wolf, lol. Quite fitting because Wolf taught him how to be a responsible leader/captain as well :) Wolf loved those kids, like we can see from his goodbye scene. He kept telling them "shut up" mostly because he was embarrassed and also because he didn't want to get too attached to them at first (he had some poor experiences in his life before), and he wasn't used to have people around his house all the time, living together, sharing meals etc. Last time he had it, he lost it and he became quite bitter as the result. But spending time with Law, Bepo, Penguin and Shachi changed him a bit, to the point he could tell them that heartfelt goodbye instead of harsh words.

Now, is it just a habit Law picked up from him? Or is there something more to it? For starters, he doesn't really say "shut up" to anyone besides Chopper (and once to Luffy in One Piece Red, but there is sounds almost affectionate lol). Not to Usopp who is panicking (even if it slightly irritates Law), not even to Luffy who is always noisy (he does call him idiot though, but it's always deserved lol). But he does say it to his lovely Heart Pirates when they kept nagging him about going to the New World and he tells them "to stop yapping, shut up and follow his lead". And we know how much Law loves his Hearts. If Chopper deserved to be said to "shut up" then it already shows Law puts him in same category as his Hearts and thinks fondly of him. Just like Wolf was fond of his "stupid brats" he constantly shouted at to shut up.

One last thing, because context matters a lot as well. It's possible that Law said that to Chopper in that moment because he was afraid to get too attached to the Strawhats. Is it stretching it too far? I will let you all decide that for yourselves :D

[dayslynthesix]

welcome to gia’s ted talk.

this is just my opinion and you might argue as much as you want

i don't care about what you have to say on the 2022 season

i don't particularly care about lando norris so dont waste your time on that

as long as people keep talking about 2022 as if it was leclerc’s biggest mistake I'll keep talking about 2022 as ferrari biggest mistake. charles was responsible himself for -33 points on his championship, ferrari cost him +100 points. charles cannot be held responsible for engine failures or strategy mistakes, charles can be held responsible for the mistakes he committed alone. and i dare to say that france is not that big of a mistake as people make it look like. he was coming from multiple engine failures and wrong calls from the strategists and a throttle issue in austria.

france was not where he lost the championship. france was nothing compared to what ferrari did.

and i very much would like to also adress that when charles lost the championship in 2022 people were zero complacent with him.

“oh he doesn't have the mentality to be world champion”

“leclerc commit too many mistakes”

“he doesn't know how to lead a team”

“error prone”

“sainz is the better driver in ferrari and he should lead the team”

and it goes on and on

and now that norris was fully and completely humiliated for races in a row, i don't see the same treatment towards him. and don't get me wrong, i don't think its fair or right for the media and people to say those things, but the double standards here are so pathetic.

mclaren have the fastest car overall since miami. that's since may and i don't see them collecting results from that.

yeah, they were not ready to fight for a championship and yes that costed the team a lot, but where were those people in 2022 when ferrari was fucking leclerc's race again and again? where were people defending him from the media slandering?

a driver who won his f2 championship a week after his dad passed away

a driver who won his first race 24h after a close friend passed away in the exact track

a driver who won monza after 10 years after being chased for 53 laps by a much faster mercedes

a driver who won austria with a throttle issue

a driver who won monza in 2024 by having the balls to do a one stop only

a driver who saw an opportunity and went for it in austin

that's the driver they say that doesn't have a championship mentality

but the driver who took 5 years to win a race cause of a safety car

a driver who have the fastest car for MONTHS

a driver who was leading comfortably nearly kissed the wall 3 times in singapore

a driver who cannot keep the p1 in lap 1

a driver who had 3 opportunities to start a race in front and lost the position 3 TIMES

that's the driver they say “championship material”

the media tried to do with norris x verstappen what leclerc x verstappen is. there was never a title fight. norris would never get that tittle on verstappen. amd the fia tried everything in between mexico and brazil to give him a chance to do that.

the 10s penalty in mexico for an action that haven't lead to a collision? to an action that was already penalized in 5s? the yellow flags in brazil just to wait for norris and piastri to switch positions? the double yellow just so norris could finish his lap? that was 1. dangerous and 2. pathetic.

norris and verstappen faced each other this season and 9 out of 10 times or they touched or norris was left crying on the radio. leclerc and verstappen faced each other on a rainy race, without drs and they never left the white lines, they never touched each other.

max verstappen has just one rival, and a lot of people might say that's hamilton cause of 2021, but it is not. max verstappen's only rival is charles leclerc. you might argue the opposite, but no one knows how to race max the way charles does. no one can beat max in his own game like charles can. no one can dance with max the way charles can. in cota charles knew exactly whay max would do, and he won that race on lap one. in interlagos charles knew how max would attack and he defended just like he was inside the cockpit with max.

the title fight in 2024 was never a thing.

the fight is between norris and leclerc for the p2.

and the day ferrari give charles a championship car, he and max will deliver the best tittle fight since merceded 2016 and im willing to die on that.

[guccifloralsuits]

What I actually think happened with Larry is (THE FANS RUINED THEIR FRIENDSHIP/ANYTHING BETWEEN THEM) Louis - and I totally understand why he would - asked Harry for space / for them not to be touchy-feely or affectionate in public after he got in a relationship & fans were harassing Eleanor. whatever they did before Louis got a GF is none of my business Harry rationally understood, but he’s also a bit afraid to express himself at his fullest @ this time, so Louis not wanting to be seen acting in any way a semblance of gay with him picked a bit at his insecurity that Harry was wrong to be the way he is, or that he was making Louis uncomfortable.

Louis probably didn’t intend for this, & it seems like he did support him where he could (that 1 video of a pap f-slurring Harry on the red carpet & Louis grabbing Harry’s arm and forcing him to turn around/keep walking comes to mind) but either way Harry overcompensates on Louis’ request & like. NEVER initiates any type of public interaction, only taking cues from Louis if he interacts with Harry first…but as the fans get more rabid about over analyzing their every interaction, Louis avoids interacting w him even more + gets more defensive & biting about Larry rumors, which feeds into Harry’s self-doubt/insecurity about the whole thing.

It implodes their friendship bc Harry stops knowing how to interact with Louis at all after a certain point, leading to bizarre interview moments where Louis seeks out or jokes directly at Harry and Harry seems completely caught-off guard (one that comes to mind is the “anything to add Harry?” “Uh—no?” *everyone awkwardly laughs.*). It gets a less bad after Zayn’s departure, but they can’t really recover from years of the same cycle created by toxic stans

TL;DR I hate conspiracy ships & people who ship IRL people after they ask you to stop. I typed this was a way to distract myself for a few minutes from the fact the US election is tomorrow. Goodnight ♥️

About to be SO controversial but I do think Harry was like. In love with Louis during the starting years of 1D or maybe they did something but the reason I hate Larries so much is they’ve ruined the ability to even start that discussion because no one can be normal about it or take the ship at face & there’s this underlying insanity-conspiracy even when you want to have a surface level unserious time. Like yes I think Harry (& Louis) were being a little fruity w it. No I don’t think Modest Management forced them in a glass closet for 5 years or that Louis’ baby wasn’t real

[forflightlessbirds]

"waaah waaaahh you're in the honeymoon stage you're gonna stop loving him so much soon-" okay and? even if that's apparently going to happen let me enjoy myself now. its a spring day and i am still in love send tweet

[totheidiot]

i hate that the solar eclipse just now serves as a reminder that nobody loves me.

[lucyvaleheart]

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[cherrymoonvol6]

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[running-in-the-dark]

I still don't get this stuff, so, I've got a question: do most allosexuals find random people attractive? and does that mean they look at them and think 'I want to have sex with that person'? not just 'that person is very beautiful' or whatever? like if there's a group of people that are their type or whatever, they might think all of them are. idk, interesting in that way?

and how about thinking about people romantically? I don't get how you would know the difference, and, ugh I'm just so confused and stupid and I'm gonna shut up now

[strixhaven]

discord servers love having a thousand channels both vague enough to be incredibly confusing in what you’re allowed to post where and hyper-specific enough that you’ll get yelled at for posting the “wrong” thing in place where any reasonable person would think it belongs

[lunarninja613]

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