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“Injured On The Job…” Belobog Industries x gnReader, Injury + Fluff (Platonic)

Anton, Ben, Grace, Koleda

a/n: gonna make one for Victoria Housekeeping too later. currently waiting for my pick up stix order

Working on a construction site was no walk in the park, even with all this advanced machinery that Belobog Industries was known for. Workplace accidents weren’t common, despite her loud and brazen personality, she made sure that each of her employees were working in safe working conditions and that they knew what to do in emergencies- and more hopefully, to prevent emergencies from ever happening in the first place.

Unfortunately, accidents still do happen, not often by any fault of anyone slacking off or being lazy but due to malfunctioning equipment or plain simple bad luck. In your case, it was both.

Riding atop one of Grace’s modified machines, you had been hard at work finishing up your duties before clocking out for lunch, when out of nowhere the machine malfunctioned, seizing before spasming violently- with you struggling to keep hold as it shook and threw itself around like a bull machine. Workers underneath cleared themselves out before someone noticed you atop the machine. Quickly shouts rang out as the machine you were on powered itself off, leaving you to fall with it.

As the machine fell, you scrambled to gain footing and jump somewhere safe- a several ton machine falling on you would easily spell the end for you. So, quickly calculating for somewhere safe and far enough to land, you planted your boots, squat deep, then launched back, hitting the dusty ground on your side and rolling before finally stopping a few feet, the machine crashing several feet away, leaving a large dust cloud as it landed.

Several workers began to approach before a voice cut in.

"Everyone back!” Pushing through the crowd, a tall raven spiky-haired man pushed through the crowd, white coat popping through the brown fur of the mostly brown bear-Therians. Anton, a senior staff member of Belebog and the on-site project manager for this construction. He had been just speaking with a worker when the incident happened.

He leaned towards you, stopping you from moving with a firm grip. Pulling a light from his pocket, he shined it into your eyes and watched as your pupils quickly constricted. “Any pain? Discomfort?”

Your side hurt from the impact, but as you checked your body and the adrenaline from the event calmed, a deep pulsing pain came as you raised your arm, forcing a choked sob out of you, turning his attention from checking your eye reaction to your arm injury.

“M-my arm!” Your lips wobbled as your sputtered that out, a feeling of shame about reacting harshly in front of everyone. Anton softly held you arm, “It’s broken, we’ll get an ambulance out to get you checked. Don’t move too much, kay?” He turned to you with a small smile before seeing how you were processing everything. Turning to the crowd of workers, “Yo! Someone call the ambulance and get Grace to check on her kid!” He barked, not with malice but to break people out of their stupor and into action. Quickly they moved, returning to their work or filling his orders.

Turning back to you, “Don’t sweat it. Everyone had different reactions to pain, just try your best to relax. You got this man.” Patting your (uninjured) shoulder, he waited for confirmation of an ambulance coming before picking you up and gently moving you away from the machine and somewhere less hot, moving differently from his usual bold and loud mannerisms.

As the two of you sat waiting for the ambulance, Koleda and Ben came running out of one of the management buildings set up on top of a nearby hill. Koleda was full sprinting towards the two of you, worry clear on her face as Ben rushed behind her, lagging behind.

“What the shi-eeez happened!? Are you alright?” She yelled, stopping right in front of you and quickly checking you over. Turning to Anton, “Already checked her?” “Yeah boss, broken arm but thankfully no sign of a concussion. Ambulance’s on their way right now.” “Good…” She sighed, before turning back to you. “Are you okay? Mentally?” You nodded, just as Ben arrived, echoing her sentiment.

“I’m okay, well I have a broken arm but I’m fine. Just going to need some time.” “Of course,” Ben started, “You’ll be getting worker’s comp, paid time off- without any use of saved days, and of course any hospital bills will be covered by the company’s insurance. You just focus on recovering okay?” You nodded, thankful for how much they cared for you.

Finally after a few more minutes, the comforting sound of the sirens, followed by the white and red ambulance shortly after.

With Ben staying behind, Koleda and Anton went with you, just for peace of mind to make sure you were totally fine. Thankfully no damage apart from some bruising and the broken appendage.

Finally nearing the end of your stay after a little over an hour of constant tests. You had gotten a sky blue cast over your arm, sling attached and roped around your opposite shoulder. Just had to wait for the go-ahead and you were set.

The door opened, Koldeda and Ben perking up, surprise flashing on Ben’s face for a moment as Grace walked in with a solemn expression. Red eyes, trembling lips, she had been crying for a while.

Turning to you, she spoke, voice cracking, “I am so sorry… I thought- I thought the new update was fine but there were problems with the last month’s update.. if I knew- I’m so sorry!” She had been crying after fixing up her machine, only having learned of the accident after she repaired the machine. It left her tossing and turning over the what-ifs that could have happened had you been slower.

Tears began to be shed again, her arms trembled, stilling as you embraced her with your one good arm. “Hey, it’s fine Grace. Accidents happen, I know you do your best for your children.” She cried into your shoulder as you reassured her…

During your time recovering, you’d regularly be checked up by the group, being friends with them outside of work, they regularly asked if you needed help. Your cast was full of colorful signatures by the end, leaving you with a giddy feeling inside.

[frickingnerd]

jason grace dating a child of hypnos

pairing: jason grace x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, date nights underneath the stars, established relationship, training together

as a child of hypnos, it shouldn't come as a surprise that you're either sleeping all the time or being sleepy, when you're awake

you have quite the messy sleep schedule, sometimes sleeping through an entire day, while some nights you're wide awake and turning your nights into days

as your boyfriend, jason often adapts to your sleep schedule, to spend time with you

jason doesn't need a lot of sleep to function. just two or three hours are enough for him and he'll function even better than you!

jason and you sometimes train together at night or go on little dates, often picnics underneath the stars

you struggle to find motivation for anything that isn't sleeping, but you're always motivated for a date with jason!

jason is the only person who can get you to train and work out! meanwhile you're the only person who can get him to take a break

[omgkatherine01]

Grace burgers x Shelbyreader! (Fem)

Grace secret gets out to the Shelby’s and the reader is heartbroken and haven’t talk in months because of it. A year later Grace breaks into the readers hotel room while she’s on vacation. They have a conversation and Grace tries to use sex to get back with the reader but it’s too late (small smut if you does that kind of work)

Sorry that it’s long lol 😂

Secrets and Seduction

Pairing: Grace burgers x female Shelby reader

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: Sorry, no smut, just a sad one shot.

The moonlight streamed through the thin curtains of the hotel room, casting a ghostly glow on the plush bedspread. In the stillness, Grace’s presence felt like a haunting, an echo of all the laughter and whispered secrets they once shared. The door creaked as she stepped inside, her breath quickening at the sight of the woman she had thought about every day since everything fell apart.

"What are you doing here, Grace?" The words slipped from your lips, sharp and cold as glass. You didn’t turn to face her; instead, you stared out at the dark ocean, waves crashing against the shore--a reminder of how tumultuous everything had become since that fateful night.

"Let me explain," Grace pleaded, stepping farther into the room. The door clicked shut behind her, sealing them in a world where no one else existed.

"Explain? You had your chance for that, Grace. I don’t want to hear any more excuses." You finally turned to face her, the flickering lamplight catching the sheen of tears in her eyes, but anger was the only thing coursing through you now.

Grace took a tentative step forward, her hands raised as if to ward off your fury. "I never wanted you to find out like that. You have to understand… it was complicated." Her voice broke, a fragile thread of emotion woven through her words.

"Complicated?" You scoffed, shaking your head. "Complicated is trying to balance my emotions. What you did was shatter everything we built together." The memories flooded back--of shared dreams and promises whispered under starlit skies, moments of bliss that felt so far removed now.

"I can't change the past," Grace said softly, her vulnerability almost disarming. "But I’ve changed. I’ve spent every day regretting losing you. I came here to make things right."

You felt your heart twist. The sincerity in her voice tugged at the remnants of your affection, but it was too late for that. "Making things right? Grace, you can’t just waltz back into my life and expect us to pick up where we left off. You broke my trust--our trust."

Grace’s eyes darkened with a mix of frustration and desperation. "What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I am, truly. But I can show you how much I’ve changed." She stepped closer, her gaze intensifying as she reached out for you, fingers brushing against your arm.

You recoiled instinctively, as if her touch burned. "Don’t." It was a single word, laced with all the pain of a year spent nursing a wound that refused to close. "You think sex can fix this? You think it’s that simple?"

The hurt in her eyes was palpable, but Grace held her ground. "No, I don’t think it’s simple. But I know what we had, and I miss it. Don’t you?"

You paused, the crackle of tension hanging in the air like a storm about to break. Memories of soft laughter and warmth flickered in your mind, a stark contrast to the chilly space between you now. "I did miss it once," you admitted, your voice softer than intended, "but that was before I learned the truth about you."

"You can’t erase what we had because of one mistake!" Grace's voice rose, desperation spilling over as she took another step closer. The intensity in her gaze was magnetic, pulling at something deep inside you--something you had fought so hard to bury.

"One mistake?" You echoed incredulously, incredulity lacing your tone. "What you did was a series of decisions that led to betrayal. You put yourself in that position; you chose to deceive me." Your heart raced, the weight of your words heavy in the air. "You think I can just forget that because you’ve decided you want me back?"

Grace's expression shifted, frustration morphing into a determination that was both alluring and terrifying. "No, I don’t expect you to forget. But we could start fresh--if you’d just let me show you how much I care. How much I love you."

The words hung in the air, thick with unspoken longing and the ghosts of what once was. You could see the sincerity in her eyes, a raw honesty that both beckoned and repelled you. Your heart raced, caught between the tender ache of nostalgia and the steely resolve you had built over the past year.

"Love? Is that what you call it?" you asked, voice steadier than you felt. "You loved me while lying to my face? What kind of love is that?"

Grace flinched slightly but quickly regained her composure, her desperation unfurling like a fragile flower in the twilight. "I know I hurt you," she said, her voice now barely above a whisper. "But I’ve spent the last year trying to make sense of everything. I thought I could compartmentalize--keep my life separate from us--but it didn’t work. I lost myself in my own lies."

Maybe that was what angered you the most: the idea that she had become someone else entirely, her true self buried beneath layers of deceit. "You didn’t just lose yourself, Grace," you said, your voice tinged with a mixture of pity and bitterness. "You lost me in the process."

The silence that followed was thick with tension, and you could hear the rhythmic beating of your heart like a war drum in your chest. Grace's eyes shimmered under the weak light, an ocean of regret swirling within their depths. She took another step closer, seemingly unafraid of your rejection.

"Please," she breathed, her voice a soft plea as she reached out again, but this time you didn’t flinch. Instead, you held your ground, your face a mask of stoicism.

"You think that I can just forget how you made me feel? How you shattered my trust and left me to pick up the pieces alone?" You were surprised at how steady your voice remained, how you could contain the storm of emotions whirling inside you. "Now, get out. Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brothers you’re around."

Grace’s shoulders slumped at your words, the fight seemingly draining from her frame. For a heartbeat, silence enveloped the room, thickened by the palpable weight of all that had been left unsaid. "You really mean that," she murmured, and even though it was a statement, it felt like an admission of defeat.

Your heart twisted painfully at her vulnerability, something you had once cherished. Yet here it was, a reminder of how far you had fallen from each other.

"What do you want from me?" you asked, the question slipping out before you could catch it. You didn’t want her to have this power over you--this ability to stir feelings that you had tried so hard to bury.

Instead of answering the question with words, she stepped closer, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.

You felt the warmth of her palms against your skin, a familiar comfort that sent a shiver down your spine. The sensation was almost electric, igniting the smoldering embers of a connection you thought had long since faded.

You opened your mouth to tell her to leave, but she leaned closer, pressing her lips against yours.

You froze, every instinct screaming to pull away, to reject the warmth of those lips that had once ignited a fire in your soul. But as familiar as her touch was, it was also a cruel reminder of the betrayal that had shattered everything. You felt the softness of her kiss--a bittersweet echo of more innocent times--and yet it stirred an overwhelming storm of emotions within you.

You fought against the wave of feelings threatening to engulf you, your mind a cacophony of memories and longing. The kiss was tentative at first, nostalgic, but it quickly deepened as if Grace sought to erase the scars of the past with the tenderness of the present. Your heart raced in response, torn between craving the comfort of her familiarity and the walls you had built to protect yourself.

With a sudden surge of clarity, you broke away, breathing heavily as you stared into her eyes. "What are you doing?" Your voice trembled with a mixture of anger and confusion. "This isn't how it works, Grace. You can't just come back and expect everything to be okay again."

"I know," she said softly, hurt flickering across her features. "But I had to try. I've missed you every single day since... since everything fell apart." Her gaze held an urgency that felt both desperate and sincere.

"You don’t get to miss me now," you shot back, heart pounding with a fervor that matched the storm brewing in your chest. "You made your choices, Grace. You can't just turn back time because it feels convenient. Now go."

You turned away from her, your back to her, trying to block out the turmoil of emotions swirling in your chest. The sound of her footsteps felt like a countdown, each step away pulling you closer to the abyss of your own pain.

You let out a shaky breath when you heard the door slowly opening and after a moment it closed.

[anotherstudtouse]

Moment of Truth

Grace x Fem!Reader

Summary: Confessions are made.

Warning: SPOILERS FOR THE MAIN STORYLINE, no smut but it gets a little spicy for a moment. I think that's it!

The moment you find out the truth about Logan -- from not only the infamous bandit himself but also your closest friend in this little town you've come to call home, Grace -- is simultaneously nearly too much to come to grips with and not a surprise to you at all. On the one hand, it's been drilled into your head from the moment you arrived to become one of Sandrock's new builders that Logan and his gang were no-good bandits hell-bent on bringing ruin to Sandrock and the good people who live here. On the other hand, though, everything you've been told by the people who knew him best had always detailed a man with a strong moral compass, a man always trying his best to do right for Sandrock. The Bandit Logan and the Logan people had come to care deeply for had always been at odds in your mind, and now that you have the whole story, it's like you've finally obtained the final piece of the hardest jigsaw puzzle you've ever seen.

     The real surprises, the ones you're still having difficulties coming to grips with as you sit on a couch in Logan's hideout, are all the other things that have just been revealed to you. There is a spy from the Duvos Empire -- at least one -- in Sandrock. Pen, a man you had previously written off as self-obsessed but well-intentioned, is most likely one of them. You're not the only one in this hideout who's almost certain he's not the one in charge, though, which means there's still an unknown player in this game.

     That all still leaves one last shock to your system, and perhaps the biggest of all. Grace is a spy, too, but thankfully not for Duvos. She's working for the Alliance Central Intelligence, and she's here to help Logan root out the corruption that's taken hold. Your best friend here is a secret agent.

      As you sit on this couch, your shirt temporarily discarded while Grace tends to the wounds you'd sustained from your fall off of the edge of the cliff above the hideout, you just... stare at her. Who is she, really? How much of her, the her that you've come to know and -- though you've always kept this next bit to yourself -- love over the past year, is real? She's already told you that, while she isn't still an archeology student, it was one of her majors when she did attend school. A lie, but not entirely. How many more half-lies are there?

     You think back on Bronco's stupid idea to get the pets of Sandrock to somehow reveal Logan's spy all those weeks ago. Despite believing it to be a fool's errand, you'd done it anyway just to say you'd tried everything, and after feeding Banjo the cat and asking him who the spy was, he'd ran straight the Blue Moon Saloon, straight to the kitchen, straight to Grace. You hadn't thought anything of it at the time, but...

     "Gol for your thoughts?" Grace breaks the silence without looking up from the cut on your shoulder she's cleaning.

     "Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is that the local stray cats found out my best friend's secret identity before I did?"

     This causes the corners of Grace's lips to quirk upward. She snorts, glancing up to finally lock eyes with you. Something in your eyes softens her gaze, though, and she turns serious. "I'm good at my job. But..." She swallows. "... I hated lying to you, Y/N. I could rationalize it as doing it for the greater good with everyone else, but not you. You seemed to want to really know me, and... I wanted you to know me, too."

     Silence hangs heavy in the air as you search her eyes. For what, though, you don't know, but she looks back at you as if she's trying her best to give it to you. Part of you doesn't know what to think, but her words have your heart hammering in your chest nonetheless.

     When you don't respond, Grace lowers her gaze again. She moves on to the scratch high up on your abdomen, and even though her touch is gentle, you hiss in pain at the sudden contact. Her hand stills and she gives you an apologetic glance before resuming.

     A few more seconds of silence pass before you speak again, quieter this time, hesitant. You don't know if you actually want the answer to the question you're about to ask but you have to know. You have to. "Was any of it real?"

     You watch her closely. She meets your eyes again; for a moment, she seems confused, a small wrinkle forming between her eyebrows as they furrow, but at the look on your face, she realizes what you mean. Her answer is immediate after that. "I only lied about my history, and even then I tried to be as honest as I could. The way I feel about you... Our friendship is real. Y/N, you are my favorite person and that is the truth."

     You hadn't realized how tense you've become -- partially due to Grace's hands on your bare skin -- until your shoulders relax a little.

     Before you can respond, Grace continues. "You know, so much of my job involves blending into the background. You never let me do that with you." She smiles, lowering her gaze again. "I'd hide out in the kitchen at the saloon and you'd come find me anyway. It would've been annoying if it hadn't been so endearing." The statement makes you chuckle; the sound seems to please Grace. "There it is. I was afraid I'd never hear that laugh again."

     You can't seem to wipe the smile from your face. "I'm trying to feel betrayed here, damn it."

     "Sorry, sorry," she apologizes with a laugh, reaching up to gently cup your jaw and turn your face from side to side to search for more injuries. "I'm just too charming, I guess."

     It's becoming a little harder to breathe with Grace's grip on your jaw like this. It feels like she should've removed it by now, but you're not complaining. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Your smile softens as you contemplate asking another question. "Do you... Do you wish I'd left you alone?"

     "No." Her answer is firm, her eyes meeting yours again.

     Her hand begins to leave your chin, but you lift your own to grasp hers before it's gone, bringing both to rest on your knee. For a moment, you worried she would pull away, but she shifts in your hold to intertwine your fingers instead. Again, your heart is hammering; it only worsens when your gaze rises from her hand in yours to see Grace looking back at you with an expression you've seen a few times before directed at you but have never been able to decipher.

     "I don't want to keep any more secrets from you," is the last thing she says, her eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips the only warning you receive before she leans in to kiss you. It's soft and short, as gentle as her touch has been, as if she's afraid you'll make a run for it at the slightest provocation. Her lips leave yours before you even realize what's happened, and her hand in yours tightens its grip slightly as if afraid you'll try to pull away from her. "I love you, Y/N. I understand if you don't feel the same way, or if you did but don't anymore, but whatever happens, I want it to happen with complete honesty. And I'm being completely honest when I say that over the course of this past year of knowing you, I have really, honestly fallen head over heels in love with you."

     "Grace..." You trail off, at a loss for words. Your gaze switches from one of her eyes to the other. You find nothing but sincerity in them. As she begins to pull her hand from yours, taking your lack of words as a bad sign, your grip tightens to stop her. "No, stop. Just give me a minute. A lot has been thrown at me in the last, like, twenty minutes."

     She laughs at that, her thumb beginning to stroke the back of your hand absentmindedly. "Okay, fair."

     Your gaze is drawn to your hand in hers. You watch the back-and-forth movements of her thumb as you think of what you want to say. "So much about you makes sense now, now that I think about it," you start. She watches you, silent and patient. "I remember that day you wanted to get into the Breach and Justice wouldn't let you. Too dangerous for a civilian, he said." You chuckle. "If only he knew, huh?"

     Grace returns the smile you shoot her way, but doesn't say anything just yet, wondering where you're going with this. You continue. "You gave that poor man a headache but you managed to talk him into having your way. Him and me both -- It took me three trips to find that stuff you needed." A thought occurs to you then, and you straighten up a little. "Wait. If you're not an archeology student anymore, did you even need any of that stuff?"

     Grace at least had the decency to look a little guilty when she answers. "I... Well, not 'need', per say, but it was definitely super cool and I still really, really appreciate it." Her other hand joins the first to completely encase your own -- as if that makes it better (it kind of does, but shut up).

     Your eyes narrow. "Yeah, okay. Anyway," you continue again, "I think that was when I realized I had feelings for you that were a bit more than friendly. You told me you were a spy and I was afraid the Grace I fell in love with wasn't real, but I'm realizing now that everything that made me fall deeper and deeper in love with you was the real you peeking through."

     Your free hand reaches up to cup Grace's cheek, your thumb gently swiping away a single tear that's fallen from the blonde's eye. She leans into your touch. "I was starting to think this was the end of us," she whispers.

     "More like the beginning," you reply, leaning in to kiss the woman you're realizing now that, despite everything, you really have known all this time. All the important parts, all the parts that really make her her. She kisses you back immediately, and immediately she tilts her head and deepens the kiss. It's already so different than the first one. Your reciprocation of Grace's feelings seems to have given her permission in her head to stop being so damn careful with you. Where once she was hesitant, now she's insistent, her hands leaving yours to cup both sides of your face as if she's trying to keep you where you are.

     "Mmh," you moan as you feel teeth nip at your bottom lip. The sound only seems to spur Grace on; gently, she pushes your shoulders back, effectively breaking the kiss as you're lightly shoved against the back of the couch. In a split second, Grace has left the chair she was sitting on to climb onto your lap before reconnecting your lips in a kiss somehow more fiery than the last one.

     "I love you," she whispers in between kisses.

     Your hands come up to grasp her hips, pulling them into you as you pull away just enough to start kissing your way down her neck. Hurriedly, you respond, "I love you, too," before nipping at her pulse point. The action pulls a rough groan from Grace's throat, a sound you immediately know you're going to get addicted to. Grace tilts her head back to give you easier access to her neck and you take full advantage of it, licking a trail up the column of her throat as she sucks in a shaky breath, her fingers threading through your hair -- as soon as her hand touches the back of your head, though, you hiss in pain, wincing and pulling away slightly.

     "Shit, I'm so sorry," Grace hurries to apologize, her hand flying away from your head as if burned. Without leaving your lap, she gently grasps your chin again and leans over while turning your head to the side to examine a small bump on the back of your head. "It doesn't look too bad, but still, we should stop." Letting go of your chin, her hand brushes against your cheek as she cups it, turning your face back toward hers once more. "For now, at least."

     You're not happy about it, but you agree. "For now, yeah. Besides, Logan and Haru could walk in at any moment, and I don't know about you but I'm not really into the idea of an audience."

     She hums in contemplation. "Hmm, yeah, me neither. I like the idea of having you all to myself more."

     Your hands on Grace's hips momentarily tighten their hold, your eyes darkening. "As soon as I'm all healed up."

     Leaning down, she rests her forehead against yours. "The second you're all healed up."

[mydearneteyam]

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AVATAR (FRANCHISE)

avatar (2009)

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avatar: frontiers of pandora

[domxmarvel]

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[fireinmoonshot]

A/N: I'm not really sure if there's much of an audience for Grace on M:I Tumblr yet but I totally fell in love with her in Dead Reckoning Part One and have really been wanting to write for her so I hope that anyone that reads this will enjoy it!

Grace nearly fell in love with you the second she laid eyes on you. She wasn’t supposed to. She was in a bar for a job, meant to be pick-pocketing something from a mark that she was tailing. But there you were – the unassuming bartender, just doing your job, and Grace couldn’t tear her eyes away from you. 

She had things to do and here she was, staring at you like some creep across the bar. Every time you laughed at something one of your coworkers said, every time you smiled at a customer, she fell more and more head over heels for you and she didn’t even know your name. Oh, she was well and truly done for.

It was only when the man she was tailing went up to the bar to order a drink and ended up ordering one from you that she remembered that she was working and had things to be doing. She pushed the hair out of her face and took a sip of her own drink, keeping her eyes focused on the man as he waited for his drink to be ready, his fingers tapping to the beat of the song on the bar. 

She watched as he shoved a hand into his pocket and pulled something out, her eyes focusing on it. The USB. That was what she was here for. The man clearly had no idea how expensive what was on it was or he wouldn’t have been flaunting it around the bar. 

You returned with his drink, sliding it over to him across the bar and asking him how he was going to pay. He handed over a $10 note. Grace watched in horror as he sat the USB down on the bar to pick up his drink and have a sip of it. Then, he picked it back up and slipped it back inside his pocket.

Grace started to drift closer towards the bar. This would be a good time to swipe it, she decided. She kept an eye on you, too, as you walked back up to him. 

“I’m out of change, I’ve just got to get some from out the back,” you said to the man.

Grace expected you to go out the back of the bar, but she watched, confused, as you lifted up part of the bar and came out into the main part of the bar, joining the crowd. She was even more confused as you walked towards her and then, right in front of her, she watched as you carefully swiped the USB out of the mans pocket and then walked right past Grace and through a door not far behind her.

She spun around, watching as the door closed.

You’d just taken the USB. You’d done exactly what Grace was here to do. Maybe you weren’t just a normal bartender after all… 

Grace looked between the door and the man and then made her decision, sitting her drink down on the nearest table and heading towards the door. She was surprised the door wasn’t locked as she opened it and stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her.

You looked up at the sight of the door opening, pausing in your motions of putting the USB in your bag. “This is a staff only area.” You said, clearing your throat and standing up straight. 

“Then why are you here?” Grace raised her eyebrows. “Besides, you have something of mine. I’m going to need that,” she nodded towards your bag, knowing you’d get the meaning of her words.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I am staff, so that’s why I’m here. And I don’t know what you���re talking about.” You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’ve never seen you before.”

Grace smiled to herself. Oh, so you were going to play that game. “Who hired you?”

You stared at her for a moment. She’d seen you swipe the USB… and clearly she knew that you’d been hired by someone, which meant she had been too. You’d been told you were the only one who knew about the USB, so how could someone else be here for it?

“Who hired you?” You questioned back. 

Grace held her hand out. “Hand it over and I’ll tell you.”

“Not going to happen, I’m afraid.”

“Fine,” Grace shrugged a shoulder. “Then let’s go.”

“Go where?” You frowned. 

She took a few steps towards you and took your hand in hers. You looked down at your now entwined hands, confused. Who the hell was this woman?

“Let’s go to wherever the person who hired you is waiting for you to drop off this USB,” Grace explained. “Because I have a feeling you and I might have been sent here by the same person, and I’d quite like the satisfaction of seeing their face when we show up together. You?”

It was impossible for you not to smile at her words. Even you had to admit that this whole situation was a little strange, especially if her hunch was right and you had been hired by the same person. If not, you’d be delivering someone of potential use to the person who’d hired you. It was a win-win in your situation. 

“Okay,” you smiled at her. “I’ll lead the way.”

[moonlightshaiku]

Kissing Grace

The majority of gentle kisses from Grace would be chaste. A peck, a quick goodbye kiss. Any long, gentle kisses would be from relief or for comfort. Just a simple kiss, no tongue, no biting, followed by a few quick kisses to the sides of your mouth and neck.

Usually, her kisses are aggressive, but not violent. She'll grab you by the collar of your lab coat and bring you forward. One hand gripping your collar, the other fisted in your hair. She never pins you to the wall, instead she pulls you until she's pressed to the wall, and then flips you.

She's not one for tongue, she prefers to bite your lip and jaw. She'll kiss you until she's damn near panting.

Another plus: shotgunning!

First time it happens accidentally. She's smoking, ranting. You give her a small, sympathetic but helpless smile and a shrug. She takes a drag of her cigarette out of habit, and then is across the room with her lips on yours, smoke flowing between the two of you.

Grace takes a look around the lab, double checking for any people. All the while, she's pushing her cig into the ash tray with a small twist to put it out. With deft hands she's grabbing you. You're sure she's going to stretch your shirt out, it's a looser fabric, and she's stretched the neckline of your shirts many times before. Any worries on your clothing are quickly curbed as her lips press to yours, your mind humming with a low, warm sound. She turns, forcefully pulling you with her. You're dazed and slightly floaty, warm, drunk on her skin. You stumble, and he steadies you with her free hand, thumb in your belt loop and the rest of her fingers tugging on your waistline. What's with her and your clothes?

She mutters an apology onto your lips, breath hot, and gently pulls you forward by your shoulder, instead. Her back collides with the wall, she's panting, and then you're against the wall instead.

Her lips are back on yours, her hands moving. One on your cheek, the other drawing circles on your scalp. Chapped lips apply pressure, and her face is soft as your skin brushes. Your face is heating, the room a haze and your stomach bubbling with anxious love.

A hand under your shirt reminds you of your own limbs. Grace hums at the fingers brushing her neck. She's moving back, smiling against your mouth, ignoring a luke-warm string of saliva.

"Oh, love." She breathes.

[ghoul-bonez]

I’ve decided for pride month I’m only gonna be writing for THE GAYS 💪🏻 (not really I just don’t have any inspiration for any straight fics 💀)

Upcoming Fic Ideas-

Tsireya x Fem! Sully! Reader (Oneshot)-

Tsireya felt bad that the Sullys had to leave their home in the forest, she really did, but she was glad they were here. She had met her new best friend Lo’ak, and was enjoying teaching the Sully children how to live like she did, but something was bothering her, more like someone.

(POSTED!)

Grace x Fem! Na’vi! Reader (Series)-

When Grace’s eyes snapped open relief had shot through you. She was alive, thank Eywa she was alive. You were relieved, and so was she, but now came the struggle of trying to settle in with the Omatikaya people.

Grace x Fem! Human! Reader (Possible Series)-

You were excited to be on Pandora, but you were less thrilled to have to deal with new people, or just people in general. You had always worked on your own, and preferred it that way. You liked to sit alone and study your rock samples. Alone. However when you get dragged into being in close quarters with a few other people you couldn’t help but to start enjoying their presence. One person in particular.

(Might not write all of these btw, depends on if I get the inspiration to expand on the ideas)

[wisteriaiswriting]

Oh, ok. Do you think you could write for Grace and Freddie x reader in a poly relationship?

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

Words: 192

It had been hours since you and Freddie had seen Grace, causing her to start worrying. Only after many unanswered phone calls were you able to make her drop it.

Ending with her leaning onto you while you read to her, your voice managed to keep her distracted. And seemingly yourself, as neither of you noticed Grace enter even as the door creaked.

Freddie was too deep into the story and your voice, and you tried getting her to sleep. Keeping her mind of Grace for now, not wanting her too worry. But this surprised Grace, as Freddie would normally be asleep by now.

You, not so much. She was used to that though. The tv playing as background noise illuminated the book you were reading, one her and Freddie brought for you.

Currently too tired to care about anything else she made her way over, now catching your attention. Before flopping onto your laps, pulling herself close as possible to you both.

With Grace back home and safe, Freddie let her eyes shut. Quickly draping a few nearby blankets over them you continued reading, making sure to also watch over them.

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine working with Evie and Grace at the catering company

Walking back into the kitchen, you let the smile drop from your face once you got past the doors and instead let your frown show. While this catering gig was a step up from some of the other jobs you've held in the past - the number of tips you got serving at some of these events was very much welcomed and definitely help you continue having a roof over your head, that didn't mean that it wasn't without its faults. Much like any other job, some of the people you encountered were horrible. The best interaction you could hope for was them giving you a polite no or nod as they noticed what you carried in your tray. The worst was the unwanted groping which always seemed to be more frequent when you had to serve at high-end events which were filled with people with deep pockets.

Walking over to a nearby sink, you placed your empty tray beside it with a sigh. Leaning against the counter, you took the moment to rest after having been on your feet for hours. Despite the food for the event having been served in tiny portions and very light, it always left your arms aching by the end of the night.

"Thank God that it's finally over," You hear a familiar voice say. Looking up, you smiled when you noticed Grace with Evie trailing a few steps behind her, both making their way over to you. Dropping their own trays on top of yours, they stood beside you as you rested your head on Evie's shoulders.

"How did you do?" Grace asked, pulling out her tips from her pocket and you and Evie followed her moves. Mentally counting as you thumbed through the bills, you paused when you heard Evie groan. Looking at her, you raised your eyebrow when you saw read the black writing on the twenty-dollar bill she showed you and Grace.

"What a creep," You comment as she rolls her eyes and continues counting her tips.

Grace pops a beef carpaccio into her mouth. "Are you going to call him?"

You let out a giggle as you see the weird-out and amused look Evie is giving Grace. "No. Gross."

"If you're not gonna call him, maybe I will." Grace continues, turning the bill in Evie's hand to get a better look at the number.

"You can do better than him, Grace." You tell her. "The Rolex he was wearing was a knockoff. I'll keep a look out at the next event for a better sugar daddy."

Evie laughs at this while Grace points at you, a mock-serious look on her face. "You better."

[yawneon]

how i look at my screen after y/n just got called kitten/puppy/bunny

[frickingnerd]

confessing to grace madison

pairing: grace madison x gn!reader

a/n: this is the unofficial part two to this post! can be read without knowing the first post though!

grace has a crush on you and everyone knows – including you!

she's always avoiding you, but it's exactly that behavior that makes it so obvious that she likes you

if she'd dislike you, she'd annoy you all the time and wouldn't leave your side. but that's not the case!

everytime you try to approach grace and try to talk to her, she manages to find an excuse to leave or slips away when you're not looking

though eventually, you finally get a hold of her and decide to confront her about her feelings for you. and the feelings you have for her as well…

grace doesn't even want to listen to you and is already flustered just being close to you

and once you say those three little words, her face turns even more red, as she stares at you

“i love you”

grace thinks you're just messing with her, but you promise her that you would never lie about something like this!

you repeat your words, telling her that “i love you too”, knowing that she feels the same way about you

while grace is reluctant, she ends up accepting your confession

though not without scolding you to warn her the next time you say something embarrassing like that!

[omgkatherine01]

Peaky Blinders - Masterlist

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Tommy Shelby

Series

Fallen Angel

One-shots

-nothing yet-

Arthur Shelby

Series

-nothing yet-

One-shots

-nothing yet-

John Shelby

Series

-nothing yet-

One-shots

-nothing yet-

Finn Shelby

Series

-nothing yet-

One-shots

-nothing yet-

Ada Shelby

Series

-nothing yet-

One-shots

-nothing yet-

Grace Burgess

Series

-nothing yet-

One-shots

Secrets and Seduction (Grace burgers x female Shelby reader)

[anotherstudtouse]

FICS.

🦋 = SMUT.

Angela Giarratana & Associated Characters.

ANGELA GIARRATANA.

Holiday Reunion 🦋

Your step-sister, Angela, doesn’t like the girl you brought over for the holidays.

LEX FOSTER.

What Are Friends For? Ch. 1, Ch. 2

When your coworker, Lex Foster, asks you to pretend to be her girlfriend, you agree against your better judgement.

MY TIME AT SANDROCK.

CATORI.

Fixer Upper 🦋

Catori needs you to fix her snack rack again.

GRACE.

Moment of Truth

Confessions are made.

No More Holding Back Ch. 1

Months after Grace moves back to Atara, you still miss her.

NIA.

Closer Than Ever 🦋

Your best friend invites you out to look at the stars.

MATILDA.

A Bittersweet End 🦋

You lose.

[mydearneteyam]

MASTERLIST AVATAR (2009)

last update ;; june 6

golden trio ( jake ;; neytiri ;; tsu'tey )

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human team ( grace ;; norm ;; max ;; trudy )

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RDA ( quaritch ;; selfridge ;; lyle )

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imagines ( you )

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series

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