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So Tragic and Rare

"Taste Your Silhouette" (pt. 11)

a/n: the first full fic of this universe! and I can reveal to you all that every fic is going to be told from Andrei's POV. I grew attached to the idea that you don't really know who Keely is and are forced to learn about her through outsider observations/opinions, her interactions with Andrei, and of course, her music and lyrics. anyway, here's the story of their first meeting!! It's wild, it's a bit messy, but it also is a whole lot of fun - if I do say so myself.

word count: 9.9k warnings: Andrei being awkwardly endearing, me basically rewriting last seasons All-Star game and smut! [oral (f receiving), unprotected penetrative sex, and a handjob]. previous part 🧡 next part masterlist

There were many things an NHL player could do over All-Star Break. A majority of players chose to fly to a tropical location, enjoying the warmth and sunshine in the middle of February and take a moment to relax before the season kicked up again.

But not Andrei Svechnikov. At least, not this year.

Instead, he was sitting on one of the many benches lined up in the middle of Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, watching the lights flash around him, listening to the crowd milling about in the stands. While he awaits the start of the NHL All-Star Draft, clad in his Canes jersey, his feet kicking gently.

Let it not be confused that he was ungrateful. Sure, it was colder in Toronto than it was in Raliegh and definitely colder than it was in any of the numerous beaches he was sure his teammates were currently on. But, no matter how much of him wished he could join them in their vacation, he took pride in representing Carolina at the All-Star Game. And he wouldn’t deny that the title of All-Star sent a bolt of cocky confidence through his body.

So, yes, while he was sitting in rink-side instead of poolside, he had never been happier. This was his place. This was where he belonged.

The amplified music cuts through his reverie, his gaze now moving towards the stage where the hosts of the evening stood. He listens to their welcomes and the explanation of how the draft would work, before the music build and the introductions of team captains begin.

The music shifts with each introduction and after Team Matthews is announced, the sound of a recognizable bassline pricks at his ears. He knew the melody from practice, the song often pulsating through the locker room speakers thanks to Seth Jarvis. The hosts call the names of captain Nathan MacKinnon and assistant captain Cale Makar – names that deserve their own cheer – but all he can focus on is the dark blonde hair of the other person walking up to the podium next to them.

“And the celebrity captain: Boston singer and songwriter, you’ll see her as our headline performer on Saturday, give it up for Keely Halloran!”

The cheers flow through the stadium – not as many as Toronto-based Justin Bieber received but that was to be expected. Andrei swears that he hears some boos as well, his eyebrows furrowing at the sound. He remembered Jarvy mentioning some prior drama in her career, back when he info-dumped about his favorite artist one night over dinner, but it seemed ridiculous to Andrei that people would boo her for that.

Perhaps their vocal dislike was based off her being a Boston native and therefore probably a Bruins fan. That made more sense to him.

He redirects his gaze back to Keely, standing on the stage in her own yellow All-Star jersey, talking animatedly to Cale and Nathan.

She was really pretty.

Jarvy didn’t explicitly mention her looks that but Andrei should’ve known. Yes, Seth liked her music but it would be idiotic to think that there wasn’t some attraction woven into his admiration.

But she was really truly beautiful, the spotlight shining down on her. She seemed so at ease, under the lights, in front of the crowd, and Andrei supposes it came with the territory. She made her living on the stage and even though this was a much different circumstance than she was probably used to, it probably didn’t phase her at all.

The draft starts and Andrei can’t take his eyes off of Keely. There is a need flowing through him, a desperate desire to be on her team. Although, if asked, he wouldn’t be able to concisely say why.

It could’ve been the fact that her team was captained by Nathan MacKinnon and Cale Makar – two powerhouse players that anyone would be lucky to play with. It could’ve been because he promised Jarvy that he��d get a picture or autograph for him and being on Keely’s team would make that task easier to accomplish. Maybe it was as simple as the fact that he found her attractive.

Whatever the reason, he wanted to be hers. Her player – on her team, that is.

He watches as her, Nathan, and Cale look at their options, talking each pick over. He sees her disappointed face and hears a small sound of disappointment leave her lips when David Pastranak gets chosen by Team McDavid, confirming his assumption that she was a Boston fan. He listens to her voice, cheerfully greeting and shaking the hand of each player that skates up: Crosby, Georgiev, Kaprisov. All he can do is wait and hope for his name to be called – hopefully by her.

When Robert Thomas gets chosen by team McDavid, the host jumps back to Keely, ready to announce the next pick of Team MacKinnon.

“Alright Keely, your team is up. How much power do you have in these draft choices?”

“I’d like to think I have some but they’re the professionals so I’m trusting them,” Keely laughs, tossing her hair back. “We were looking at all the names here, and I’m going with the guys on this one. We’re going to select… Andrei Svechnikov.”

His name on her lips sounds like music to his ears and he lifts himself off the bench, skating over towards the third of the small podiums lining the stage. He can faintly hear the voice of the announcer praising his game but that all seems irrelevant to the sight of those blue eyes trained on him.

He skates up, first clapping Nathan on the back, before his eyes connect with Keely. She has that smile on her face, a camera-ready smile but one that also seemed entirely genuine.

“Hey,” she says to him, her voice still lifting with the edge of her laughter as she holds out her hand to him. He accepts it, shaking it gently before moving to Cale, taking the All-Star jersey from his hands.

It isn’t until he is settled down on the MacKinnon bench, lined up next to his new teammates, do his eyes return to Keely and notices her staring at him. And it is only then does he realize he never said a word, not even a hello, to her.

A strange feeling of embarrassment runs through him, his eyes darting down, pretending to be absorbed in unfolding the yellow jersey. God, she must’ve thought he was an asshole or something. What a great first impression. He throws the material over his head and only afterward does he allow himself to look back up towards the podium where Keely stood.

He continues to watch and listen to her aid in the building of Team MacKinnon. And every time she speaks, he notices more things about her, aspects the draw him in even deeper.

He noticed her playfulness when Jeremy Swayman was selected by Cale, laughing at the incredulous “alright?” that escaped Keely’s lips, clearly not agreeing with the defenseman’s choice of adjective concerning the goalie.

Andrei’s laughter soured quickly, feeling a small twinge of jealousy thrum through him when Jeremy skated over and shook Keely’s hand, the rockstar clearly overjoyed that he was selected. It was an odd thing to be jealous about, he realized, and he shook off the feeling, focusing back to the rest of the draft.

He noticed her welcoming warmth when she selected Elias Lindholm, newest member of the Boston Bruins, traded from Vancouver just before the All-Star game.

And when there were only four players left and each of the leadership teams came up onto the main stage, he listened intently when he heard her name fall from the mouth of one of the hosts.

“I wanted to talk to Keely Halloran for a moment here. You have a big performance coming up on Saturday. How do you feel?”

“I’m so excited,” she replies, her words and her smile seeming nothing short of genuine. “Growing up in Boston and growing up a Bruins fan – dangerous thing to admit in Toronto, I know, but – it really made me fall in love with hockey. My dad is coming in tomorrow and he’s just super excited.”

“Well, since you mentioned being a Bruins fan, are you happy you got a few Bruins on your team?”

“Yeah, of course. I mean, kind of disappointed we didn’t get the full set with Pasta but I like the team we made up and I know that at least me, Jeremy, and Elias will bring some of that energy and power that I always feel in TD Garden.”

“Well, we’ll be feeling the energy and power during your performance on Saturday, I’m sure,” the host says, turning away without acknowledging the laughter and confirmation that falls from Keely’s lips.

The draft wraps up after the final selection, each team being filled. A cheer goes up from the crowd as the rosters are announced, followed by a reminder of the skills competition tomorrow and the All-Star game the day after that. After the final cheer, the bright lights of the stadium come back up, the production crews and behind the scenes personnel milling about. One of them stands in front of the Team MacKinnon bench, a quick explanation falling from their lips.

“Alright, guys, we’re gonna take a team photo for social media and then you are all free to go, sound good?”

Andrei nods his head, standing up to be positioned for picture. His eyes scan the stadium before landing on Keely again, slowly walking down the steps of the stage, trailing behind Cale and Nathan. He sees her slow shuffling across the ice, her eyes trained on her feet. A jolt of confidence plus a need to redeem himself from their first interaction runs through his body and without hesitation, he skates away from the team bench, towards her. With a small hiss of his skates, he pauses beside her, holding out his arm.

“Would you like help?” he asks. He can feel his heartbeat stutter in his chest when she looks up at him, her bright blue eyes connected with his brown ones.

“Is it that obvious that I’m not the strongest at walking on ice?” she laughs, still shuffling across the surface.

“It’s amazing you haven’t fallen yet,” Andrei replies. One of Keely’s eyebrows pops up and Andrei realizes that his words sounded more than a little patronizing. “I mean, in those shoes,” he elaborates, gesturing down to her heels, trying to mitigate whatever damage he may have inflicted.

“Yeah, not the smartest decision,” she replies. “I would love some help. Falling on my face wouldn’t be very good publicity for me.”

Andrei nods, relaxing in her easy-going attitude, re-extending his arm towards her. She takes it, her hand curling around his bicep. Andrei starts to slowly move back toward the group of yellow jerseys, attempting to keep a steady pace, focusing more on his skating in this moment than he had in ages.

The two of them reach the bench and Keely murmurs a soft thank you. His only reply is a nod, skating behind the seat and smiling for the camera. As soon as the photo is snapped, Andrei is ready to immediately return to Keely’s side, offering his help again. But he is beaten to it by the true Canadian gentleman Sidney Crosby.

With a sigh, he watches as she walks off with Sid and Nate before he skates over to the tunnel, ready to head back to the hotel. He still wasn’t sure if he was going to go down to the hotel bar or stay in his room, getting some necessary sleep before tomorrow. But his decision is made for him when he spies Keely glance back over her shoulder, locked gaze with him and sending a soft smile in his direction.

He would do anything if it meant that she would look at him that way again.

~*~*~*~

The hotel bar was crowded, filled with players, their significant others, and a few members of the media, eager to get every snippet of content they could.

Andrei knew it might have been best for him to stay upstairs, what with the skills competition coming up tomorrow – a competition that Andrei had a spot in. But it was the All-Star game and he was the only Carolina Hurricane here. He should represent his team as much as he could, in as many places as he could; let his face be seen and captured by the cameras around. He promised himself only a beer or two before leaving and he was making good on that promise. Although, he would admit that he was distracted looking for one person in particular.

It wasn’t until he was at the bar, ready to grab his second beer did his eyes finally locate the now familiar dark blonde hair of Keely Halloran.

She was sitting a few seats away from him, her back against the wooden bar-top as she talked with Nathan, Cale, Sidney, and Mitch Marner, her laughter bouncing through the air, cutting through the smooth jazz echoing through the speakers. She’s nursing some form of cocktail – Andrei can’t tell what – and intently listening as each person talks, seemingly interjecting with her own additions and obviously some humor considering the chuckles that fall from the men surrounding her.

He wanted go over there, join the conversation and insert himself into the circle, but a small part of him said to hold off. He didn’t want to overwhelm Keely with too many people, too many stories. She seemed connected to Nathan and Cale considering they were the two people that she had most likely interacted with the most. He didn’t want to force her to entertain an even larger group of almost complete strangers, which is exactly what he was.

Instead, he strikes up a casual conversation with the bartender, with every person that walks up next to him at the bar. He bides his time, his brown eyes occasionally darting over towards Keely, feeling his heartrate rise as the group surrounding her dwindles from four, to three, to two. And then she is alone.

Andrei takes a deep breath and another swig of his beer, willing whatever courage the amber liquid could provide to flow through his body, before picking up the bottle and walking over.

She is absorbed in her phone, texting someone, laughing gently at the words on the screen. The sight of her smile makes Andrei falter for a moment, the thought of her texting a boyfriend flashing in his brain. However, that voice is silenced when Keely looks up from her cell, her blue eyes connecting with his – seemingly aware of his presence – and the smile that was on her face does not fade. In fact, it seems to shine brighter.

That is the last bit of encouragement that Andrei needs to take those final steps, sliding his large body onto the adjacent chair and turning towards Keely.

“Hey again,” he says, his voice a little breathless and still a little uncertain.

“Ah, there’s my prince charming,” Keely smiles, looking up at him through her darkened eyelashes. The combination of her words and her stare has Andrei faltering once more, his own eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Prince charming?”

“For helping me across the ice, of course,” she lightly explains, her lips wrapping around the straw of her drink.

A light chuckle falls from Andrei’s lips as he tries to brush off his confusion, attempting to copy the bold and confident attitude that the woman sitting across from him displayed.

“Right, of course. Well, I guess Crosby – I mean, Sidney – would also be your prince charming.”

Keely hums, her head moving to glance behind her, towards Sidney, now talking with someone else a few paces away. Andrei takes Keely’s momentary distraction as an opportunity to let his gaze rake down.

With her head turned, he could see that the baseball cap perched backwards on her head was a Boston Celtics cap, her city loyalty on full display. The leather jacket that had previously been thrown over her shoulders was now draped over the back of the chair, revealing the rest of her all-black ensemble. The corset top that highlighted her chest and waist, a highlight that most other men would’ve been eyeing shamelessly. Andrei would’ve joined in but his eyes had drifted lower, to the skirt/short combo that seemingly had a built-in buckled garter, stretching across her upper thigh.

A gentle clearing of a throat causes Andrei’s eyes to snap back up, his face flushing when he sees Keely’s eyes glued back to him.

“He is gentleman, that’s for sure,” Keely speaks, continuing the prior conversation, blissfully not responding to Andrei’s blatant stare. That is, until her own eyes shamelessly rake up and down his body. “But Sid’s not nearly attractive enough to be my prince charming.”

While being caught red-handed threw him off-guard, Keely outright giving him some of the most seductive bedroom eyes that Andrei had seen in his life threw him entirely off-kilter.

“What?” he said, not being able to stop his bewilderment at – what seemed like – the sudden turn of events. Keely’s laughter makes his cheeks flush again, her leaning back in her chair, her legs stretching out causing Andrei’s eyes to dart back to that damnable garter.

“What’s the matter all-star? Never had a girl flirt with you?”

“N-no. I’ve had lots,” Andrei stutters out before his brain registers how bad his response sounded. “I-I mean… um…”

His fumbled words were once again cutoff with a gentle laugh from Keely, her body leaning towards him again. This time, her expression is soft, a slight smile on her face that looked amused but not at all condescending.

“You aren’t very good at this, are you?”

“Not when it’s a celebrity, like you. And not when I feel like I’ve made a mistake every time I’ve opened my mouth,” Andrei confesses, his own lips quirking in a soft grin.

“That’s actually one of the things I like,” Keely replies, silencing Andrei’s fears but bringing forth more confusion. The question is clearly painted on his face because Keely’s explanation continues. “Do you know how many men try to act all suave and basically lie through their teeth to get close to me? It’s nice to see something genuine – even if you may not have intended it.”

“Glad to know I haven’t messed up that bad.”

“Not at all.”

The initial awkwardness evaporates as fast as mist in the morning sun, the conversation between Keely and Andrei now flowing seamlessly. She asks about his life, details which he gladly offered up and he asks hers, the details she gave a little vaguer. But Andrei found that he didn’t really care.

He knew enough about who she was – a celebrity that probably had every aspect of her life splashed on front pages and over social media, whether she agreed to it or not. He was more than willing to let her tell him what she wanted to. Regardless of what she decided to tell him, he sat, enraptured. Her stories only made him admire her more: her passion, her drive, her unapologetic attitude concerning everything.

“I wish I could be that confident,” he says in reply to her return to the public eye.

“Andrei Svechnikov, all-star hockey player, wishes that he could be more confident?”

“I guess, more off the ice. I know who I am as a hockey player but when I don’t have skates on, I feel… not as bold.”

“Maybe I can help.”

Andrei’s eyebrows once again jump up in a question, every word that falls from this woman’s mouth intriguing him more.

“I’ll ask you some questions, and you respond with the honest truth,” she explains, her eyes sparkling with a sense of mischief that Andrei wanted to uncover.

After a moment of pondering, he responds with a small nod. His acceptance makes Keely smile and she leans back in her chair again, her blue irises staring him down.

“What’s your favorite lunch?”

“Really?” Andrei asks, her first question catching him off-guard once again – another tick mark to add to the mystery of the woman in front of him.

“Have to keep you on your toes.”

“Chicken and pasta.”

“Dogs or cats?”

“Dogs.”

“Favorite thing to do in your free time?”

“Fishing.”

“Person you trust the most?”

“My brother, Evgeni.”

“Girlfriend?”

The question draws Andrei’s attention, his brown eyes connecting with Keely’s blue. He can see the seriousness of the question within them. And, even deeper, the flicking of mistrust lurking in the aquamarine pools. That spark, that glimmer, hits Andrei squarely in the chest. He knew very little about Keely, not even the tabloid version, but that hesitation… it told him that she had been hurt, deeply. And in response, a fire flickered within him, one that vowed to make sure he never gave her a reason to distrust him.

“I don’t have one,” he replies, his voice steady and serious, hoping that the intensity of his feelings was matched by his voice.

Judging by how Keely relaxed back in her chair, it seems as if he got his wish.

“Why’d you come over here, Andrei?”

It was another challenge, another chance for him to be bold and tell the absolute truth. And this time, he didn’t wait for the best moment, didn’t dance around the words. Instead, he took a deep breath, met her gaze, and spoke the truth he was thinking the minute she stepped onto the stage at Scotiabank Arena.

“I think you’re beautiful. And… I’d like to spend a night with you.”

A slow smile twists across Keely’s face, taking in the sight of him sitting in front of her; maybe still a little uncertain but at least solid in his convictions.

“There you go. Confidence,” she says, the words slow and seductive.

There is a brief pause, the air between them thrumming with electricity before Keely breaks the spell, sighing and stretching her arms over her head before glancing down at her empty glass.

“Well, I was planning on going to bed once this drink was gone and it is. So, I guess I’ll head out,” she explains, her voice breezy and casual. She slides off the chair, grabbing her jacket and tossing it over her shoulders.

Andrei watches, a flash of confusion fliting through him as she reaches into her pocket, sliding out a thin card – presumably a credit card. However, that thought is disproved when she boldly takes a hold of his wrist, turning his hand palm-side up and placing the cool plastic into his hand.

“Top floor, room 15C. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” 

Those statements and the cherry of her perfume was what she left him with as she swiftly turns and waltzes out of the hotel bar. Andrei’s eyes stay on her until she is out of sight and only then does he glance down at the card placed in his hand.

Keely had slipped him a copy of her hotel keycard.

The invitation is clear. She was offering the key to her room for him to use if he desired – if he truly wanted the things he said he did. But it was also another challenge for him to be bold and honest and maybe a bit brash.

The decision was entirely his.

And he wasn’t going to say no. He was going to see Keely. He was going to take full advantage of the night and of the opportunity she presented him.

He just needed to wait, just long enough as to not draw suspicion. He was under more of a microscope up here in Toronto than in Raleigh. But Keely had eyes on her no matter where she went. He wasn’t about to bring more drama into her life.

So, for the second time that night, he lingers. He chats to the people around him, give some quotes to the media, does as much as he can to make it seem like this was a normal night during an All-Star Weekend. He pretends that he can’t feel the weight of the keycard in his pocket and the ticking of the time.

Finally, he deems it long enough and, after paying for his drinks and giving the bartender a healthy tip, he extricates himself from the hotel bar. His sneakers barely make a sound as he crosses the plush carpet of the lobby, taking a direct route to the elevator. He is thankful that no one stops him, thankful that the elevator doors seem to open as soon as he presses the up button and thankful that he is alone in the space. Andrei hits the button emblazoned with 15 and watches the numbers on the LED screen rise, flying past the fourth floor (his room) towards his true destination.

The soft ding of the elevator sounds, the doors sliding open with a whoosh and he steps out. There is only one hallway stretching out in front of him, two doors on either side. Andrei steps out slowly, eyes locating the plaques with the room numbers next to each door.

His mind repeats the number that Keely gave him like a mantra, passing one door and then the next before stopping in front of room 15C. He stands in front of the entrance, the wood looking exactly like the doors around him, looking exactly like the door to his own room. But inside…

A myriad of images sprung into Andrei’s head, fantasies of what was waiting for him, each more intoxicating than the last. If there was any hesitation still lingering in his body, it was burned away but the hot flash of need and desire that surged through him. He slips the plain black keycard from his pocket, holding it over the doorknob until the light above turns from red to green. The door handle, cool in his hand, turns and he steps in.

And the sight that awaits him makes him stop in his tracks.

Every image that he had conjured up in his mind was nothing compared to what was now in front of his eyes: Keely, lying in bed, her hair splayed over the pillows, wearing nothing but an oversized band shirt, the hem scrunched up around her waist, and her hands between her open thighs.

Her soft moans hit his ears and Andrei cannot help but stare as her elegant fingers trace over her folds, glistening in the low lamplight of the bedroom. He watches the way her back arches when she presses the pads of her fingers against her clit, a whine emanating from her throat as she gently rubs the bundle of nerves before her hands slips back down. It is her middle and marriage fingers that plunge into her center, her head lolling to the side as she lets out a satisfied sigh.

Andrei feels like he is in a trance, helpless to do anything but let the scene in front of him unfold. His eyes trail up Keely’s body to connect to her face, taking in the bliss so clearly displayed. It isn’t until that moment do her eyelids flutter open, those electrifying blue irises connecting to his frame still lingering in the doorway. A cheeky smile tugs at her lips, even while her hands never cease their movements.

“Are you going to join me or just stand there with the door wide open?”

Her words snap Andrei out of whatever reverie he was in, his body moving at a speed that even he can’t comprehend. The door is kicked shut behind him, the force of it making the wood vibrate on its hinges. Andrei doesn’t seem to notice or even care. Of course he didn’t care. How could he worry about anything else besides the woman in front of him?

There is no hesitation in his body, no uncertainty any more. His hands move to tear his grey t-shirt away from his body, feeling his confidence only grow at the soft moan that falls from Keely’s mouth, her eyes unabashedly raking down his muscular frame. The only response he gives is a small grin, before kicking off his shoe and sinking down to his knees, his eyes now directly focused on the soaked space between her thighs.

He drinks in the sight of her fingers still buried in her folds, like something out of one of his wet dreams or a porno made just for him. He watches as she slips the slender digits from her core, her soft skin glistening with her arousal, acting like a silver webbing between her fingers as she runs them across her cunt.

“Do you need more of an invitation?” Her voice echoes through the room, the words twinged with a tease but also with a desperation that makes Andrei’s dick twitch in his jeans. “You kept me waiting long enough. Gonna make me wait some more?”

She was right, of course. While watching her was surely something he never thought he would experience, it wasn’t as if she was on a screen or miles away, untouchable. She was right there, almost begging for him. Who was he to refuse a superstar?

His body lifts, strong hands wrapping around each ankle, guiding her legs over his broad shoulders. Andrei can hear the whine that vibrates from her throat, her hips lifting as if to entice him further. Her knees hook over the muscle of his shoulders and he allows himself the chance to press a kiss onto the supple skin of her inner thighs.

The heat that emanates from her stokes the fire that burns within him and he slowly descends, wanting to savor every second even though he can hear the way Keely whines, clearly impatient. Finally, finally, he lets his lips connect to her drenched center.

There is nothing in the world that could stop the moan that rumbles from his chest as his tongue makes contact with her slick, the sweetness that pours from her core tasting as heavenly as ambrosia. He hears her satisfied sigh from above, feels one of her hands tangle into this hair as a gentle encouragement for more – a silent request he is all too willing to oblige.

His tongue moves, tracing every crevice, lapping every bit of nectar that floods his tastebuds. He wanted to devour her, wanted to be able to taste her even when this weekend was long over. His mouth rises slowly, finding her clit nestled at the apex of her folds and wraps his lips around it, suckling. The way her fingers tighten in his hair, her hips bucking up is all the confirmation he needs that he’s doing something right and he is more than happy to continue.

One of the hands that had been keeping a tight grip on her upper thigh moves to join his mouth, retracing the places that his tongue had previously been. His fingers circle her entrance, collecting the wetness practically pouring from her before one of them plunges into her core.

Their mutual moan fills the room and Andrei still can’t believe that this isn’t a fantasy. But judging from the way her cunt is clenching around his finger, he knows it’s not. She is warm and wet and real and all those things has Andrei pumping his wrist, coaxing even more of those intoxicating sounds from her mouth.

He’s slow at first, wanting to give her time and as much pleasure as he could. But when Keely raises her hips to meet his hand, he reads her desperation with ease and slides another finger inside. He works her open, each languid thrust met with more of those desperate noises, each buck of her hips just pulling him deeper. His tongue never ceases its movements against her clit, each suckle and flick releasing more of her sweet arousal which he greedily laps up like it was water and he was dying of thirst. His brown eyes watch her, registering which moves makes her head fall back, exposing the pale column of her throat, and which has her body trembling. He wanted to memorize everything – the way she sounds, the way she feels, the way she tastes.

It was only when he gently curled his fingers does her already strangled moans turn staccato gasps, her pussy fluttering around the thick digits. The smile that twists on Andrei’s lips is devilish as he moves again, his lips wrapping around her clit and suckling in time with the movement within her. It only takes three instances of the dual combination for Keely’s orgasm to hit, her body trembling with the force of it, her mouth wide in an almost silent moan.

The sensation of it, of her squeezing his fingers, of her release flooding his mouth makes Andrei groan in kind, his tongue busily working to lap up every drop, not wanting any to go to waste. It is only when he is satisfied with his work does he allow his fingers to slip from her core. His eyes dart up to connect with hers, eyelids heavy with lust as she stares down at him.

“Well,” she says, her voice breathless. “You might not know how to talk to a celebrity but you sure know how to make her come.”

The chuckle that rumbles from his chest at her words melds with her own breathless giggle. Andrei lets a moment pass before he presses his lips against her inner thighs, sliding her legs off from their perch on his shoulders and lifting his body upwards until his frame is hovering over the entirety of her.

“Want to do it again,” he murmurs.

“Confidence,” she replies, echoing her words from earlier, her eyes flashing with the same amount of desire as he was sure was reflected in his own pupils. A sly grin twists on her face. “I like how it looks on you.”

He wants to kiss her. God, does he want to kiss her. That desire had been brewing since he first saw her, but now; with the flush of her cheeks, her hair creating a halo on the pillowcases, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, her eyes looking up at him… he needed to kiss her.

But before he could even think of leaning down to press his lips against hers, Keely once again surprises him by hooking a leg over his hip, knocking one of his hands out from under him and using his falling momentum to her advantage, successfully flipping him over so it was his back that was now pressed against the hotel sheets.

A giggle falls from Keely at the bewildered expression on Andrei’s face and he gladly lets his initial shock morph into insane wonder at the woman he met only hours ago. Any words that he thought about uttering, any praise that may have fallen from his lips was silenced as Keely peels the cotton of her oversized shirt away from her body, exposing the entirety of her to him.

She was always beautiful but now, sitting naked above him, she was drop-dead gorgeous. She had a great body, that was obvious, but he was sure she knew what she was doing when she got the bejeweled tattoo that stretched across her abdomen and curved around her chest. The green jewels truly seem to glitter and only highlight her breasts even more, enticing him to reach towards her, his fingers tracing the design before moving over the soft skin of her breasts, teasing over the pebbled nipples. She arches to his touch, her hips moving against him and he can’t stifle the moan that falls from him at the friction of her soaked core against his still clothed cock.

“How many times do I have to tell you to fuck me, Andrei?” she questions from above him, her hips grinding against him again. He wants to give in right then and there, her body feeling so good against his already and he wanted to find out how good she would feel around him. But he also wanted her to voice her own desire for him. Not as a hot random stranger that she chose out of a dozen, but him alone.

“Maybe just one more,” he replies, his hands falling from her chest and tracing down the curves of her body. “Beg for it.”

“Oh,” Keely laughs, clearly taken aback by his demand. But that surprised huff turns into a softer more desperate gasp when Andrei grips her hips and deliberately grinds her core against his, the more intense friction against her still sensitive core causing her to shudder.  

“Oh fuck,” she quietly curses, her hands planting onto Andrei’s muscular chest as she attempts to drag herself against him again. But this time, his strong hands hold her in place, denying her. Her blue eyes dart up to him, the pure lust displayed there making his own resolve falter. Until he hears what he had been waiting for fall from her lips.

“Please.”

That single syllable word is all Andrei needs.

His hands fall from Keely’s hips, darting between her thighs to hurriedly undo his jeans. Keely’s soft hands join his, twisting underneath the waistband of his pants and boxers and aiding him in shoving them down his legs, his hard cock bobbing up. Andrei tries not to preen as Keely’s tongue flicks over her lips at the sight before her gaze flits up to meet his again.

There are no words spoken between them, nothing verbally exchanged. Instead, Keely’s palms return to Andrei’s chest, steadying herself before lowering her body. Andrei grips himself, squeezing the base gently, willing himself to not finish the very moment she sinks onto him. His free hand returns to her hip, guiding her down, running the head over her folds a couple of times before aligning with her center.

The sensation of her heat wrapping around his length causes Andrei’s head to fall back, a guttural groan leaving his chest as she sinks lower. The feeling must be just as pleasurable to Keely, her own whispered curses hitting his eardrums as she shifts until their hips are flush against each other.

There is a stillness; no movement but the rise and fall of their chests, no sound but their heavy breathing. Andrei wills his eyes open and reconnects his gaze with Keely. The sight of her above him is a vision, her looking more like an angel appearing in a dream than something real. Hell, part of him still wasn’t 100% sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But when Keely’s hips move, grinding against him, any doubt is erased from his brain. Even in his darkest deepest fantasies, he could never imagine something this good.

It is a dance, a sensual tango. Her hands are poised on his chest and his hands tight against her hips as she moves her core against him, each press of her along his length as sinful as the last. Andrei wants to keep his eyes open, wants to memorize every miniscule detail: the way her hair falls in her face, the roll of her hips, the shadows that are cast across her skin. But it is hard to do anything but lay back and let her ride him, let her take whatever she wanted from him, anything and everything that he could give.

Keely shifts slightly, a gasp falling from her and Andrei picks up on her reaction, thrusting his hips upward to meet the same spot. Another gasp sounds from her and is about to turn into a moan when Andrei sees her bite her lip, stifling the sound even as she desperately chases the sensation once again. One of Andrei’s hands lifts to cup her jaw. The feeling of his calloused skin against her porcelain cheek causes her eyes to open, gazing down at him.

His thumb stretches across her jawline, the tip of it pressing underneath her lip, gently pulling the flesh from between her teeth.

“Want to hear you,” he groans. “Want to hear the pretty sounds you make.”

She laughs, the sound wavering a little as their hips never stop moving against each other.

“Have to save my voice so you and everyone else can hear how pretty I sing,” she attempts to explain.

“You have a whole day. Want to hear how pretty you sound just for me.”

“Just for you?”

The question isn’t meant to be cruel and yet, Andrei can feel the bite of it. He knows, intrinsically, that he is not the only man that Keely has allowed into her bed and – considering their circumstances – he certainly wouldn’t be the last. But he lets that sting fuel him, drive him.

Initially, he wanted to kiss her. Now, he wanted to make sure that she knew no one else could make her feel the way he does.

The hand that was on her cheek descends again, taking time to carefully caress every ridge and dip of her body, paying close attention to the places that make her shudder and her movements on top of him falter. Slowly, almost painstakingly so, his hand returns to her hip, holding her tight and stopping her movements. He gets a small whine from her in response, a whimper that makes his lips curl in a smirk.

“I want to hear how good its feels,” Andrei says, his voice thick and low. “How good I make you feel.”

Keely is about to laugh again – that breathless teasing giggle that Andrei had come to know – but the sound is cut-off as Andrei thrusts his hips up, his thumb stretching to press against her clit. She moans, unabashedly now, the noises she makes crystal clear and as melodic as any song that he had ever heard. Andrei continues his pace and his movements within and against her, his eyes never leaving her, committing the sight into memory, something to get off to once this weekend was over and she was back to being a celebrity on his phone screen and a voice through his radio speakers.

He watches the way her body trembles, feels her nails dig into the muscle of his chest, and hears those beautiful noises falling from her mouth become shaky. He doesn’t stop, not until she is clenching around him, a jumble of curses and moans and – even more exquisitely – the sound of his name falling from her mouth as her orgasm rushes through her. It is maddening, the feeling of her pussy fluttering around him as she comes down.

It takes every modicum of Andrei’s self-control not to come undone as well, his hands gripping her hips so tightly he worries there would be bruises the next day. He can feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes deeply, his own eyes closed with a focus that he had only ever displayed on the ice. It is Keely’s soft laugh and the feeling of her lips pressing against his jawline that has him returning to the moment. The feeling of her kissing his skin blissfully distracts him from the sensation of her lifting off him, his still rigid cock slapping against his equally hard stomach.

He groans, his own desperation getting the better of him as his hips lift to chase her but she stills his movements with the grip of her soft hand wrapping around him. It isn’t nearly as good as her cunt but he is too far gone to complain.

“Want me to take care of this for you, all-star?” she whispers into his ear, delivering a slow languid stroke to emphasize her words. Her movements bring forth a moan from his own mouth, as well as a desperate nod of his head. He didn’t care how or what she had planned, he just needed her.

“Now it’s your turn to show me how pretty you sound,” Keely continues, her lips descending to kiss his jawline. And when she starts to slowly pump her hand, Andrei complies.

Even if he wanted to, he could not stop the moans that fell from him, the muttered Russian curses, the way his hips jumped up to meet her hand. She truly had him wrapped around her finger and he didn’t care. All he cared about was her: the feeling of her body pressed against his side, the touch of her hand against his cock, the sensation of her lips sucking hickeys onto his throat.

It is a twist of her hand coupled with a nip of her teeth against his skin that finally has his own orgasm hit, his body stilling as his cum paints his abdomen in thick creamy lines. Keely doesn’t stop her hand until he is spent, a soft hiss coming from his lips at the sensitivity.

She releases his cock, her fingers trailing up his body, collecting his release. Andrei opens his eyes just in time to see her seductively run her fingers over her lips before plunging them into her mouth, moaning at the taste of him on her tongue. He feels his dick twitch with renewed interest, now needing to know how those plush lips would look wrapped around him.

Releasing her fingers with a wet pop, Keely smiles at him, either blissfully unaware of the power she held or happy to wield it as casually as possible. Whatever it may be, she curls back into his side, her head coming to nestle on his shoulder as her legs tangle around his. He stays there with her, his own hand running up and down her side gently, content to bask in the golden glow of the moment.

Eventually, the sensation of dried sweat and slick become uncomfortable and Andrei moves, carefully departing from Keely. He didn’t want to, of course. If it was up to him, he would’ve quit his job to fly around on private jets and be backstage at all her shows if it meant spending more nights with her in his arms. But that wasn’t what this was. He knew that.

“Headed out?” Keely asks, her voice drowsy with a combination of sleep and exhaustion.

“Need to get back to my room. Get some sleep for tomorrow,” he explains.

“Probably for the best,” come her reply, understanding the situation as well as he did. “But you are welcome to use my shower before you leave.”

In his mind, he knew that he would be able to ride the elevator down to his floor in mild discomfort and clean up in the privacy of his own room. But something made him nod in agreement. Perhaps he wanted to spend more time in Keely’s presence, maybe the offer allowed him to look more into her world. Whatever the reason, he walks around the bed to the bathroom and switches on the lights.

He is greeted with the exact same layout as his own bathroom but with some slight differences, things that were distinctively Keely.

The makeup bag spilled open on the counter, the red candy bar shaped perfume bottle, the small ceramic dish that held a necklace and a ring with two hands holding a crowned heart, and a candle that was still burning, releasing the smell of eucalyptus and lavender in the air.

Andrei smiles at the small glimpses of her personality before stepping into the shower, letting the water wash off the remnants of their tryst. He debates using the body wash sitting in the green bottle but defaults to the complimentary bar of soap, cleaning himself before turning off the water.

After drying his skin with the plush bath towel and blowing out the candle on the counter, he returns to the bedroom to find Keely curled up under the white covers, her breath slow and steady as she sleeps. Silently, Andrei moves around the room, picking up his clothes and returning them to his frame. He sits down at the desk to tie his shoes and once again debates whether he should scribble his number down on the pad of paper perched next to him.

He wants to be bold and confident, like Keely liked, but without her gentle smile encouraging him, everything felt like he was walking a tightrope and one wrong misstep could ruin it all. So, he plays it safe. The only thing that he allows himself to indulge a kiss pressed against her temple before he slips out of her hotel room.

~*~*~*~*~

When Andrei walks into the locker room on Saturday, a sigh of relief whooshes from him when he sees Keely, decked out in the yellow of her own All-Star jersey, standing next to Nathan’s stall, listening to him and Sidney talk, a smile on her face.

It had been a little over twenty-four hours since he had left her hotel room and this was the first time he saw her again. She wasn’t around during the Skills Competition the day prior which Andrei found odd considering that the other celebrity captains were wandering around the ice. He had soothed the panicked part of his brain with the rational of her hanging with her family or rehearsing for her performance, instead of immediately assuming it was because of him. But he wouldn’t be certain until he could talk to her again.

He glances in her direction, hoping to catch her eye. Her head eventually turns towards him, their eyes meeting and once again, Andrei’s heart skips a beat when she smiles at him, her eyes bright. It feels like a sign that they would both be able to get through today without it being terribly awkward.

He tries to focus, let his body go through the muscle memory of his pre-game ritual – no different than he does every Carolina Hurricanes game. Occasionally, he still glances in Keely’s direction, watches her mill around and take a few pictures for media, noticing that he hasn’t heard her voice. The answer as to why hits his ear a few moments later – vocal rest for her performance – and a part of him deflates at not being able to hear her cheer or celebrate.

Eventually, everyone makes it to the bench and the first round of the All-Star game starts, Team MacKinnon against Team McDavid. Andrei lets himself be lost in the familiar feeling of the ice gliding beneath his skates, the music of the puck being passed from stick to stick. He only momentarily gets distracted by the smell of a familiar cherry perfume behind him, causing images – images that were entirely inappropriate to be thinking about during a hockey game – to pop into his head. He manages to pull them out of his brain but Team MacKinnon were unable to pull out the win, losing in a shootout to Team McDavid.

He doesn’t let the loss shake him too bad, knowing that it doesn’t mean anything except the inability to win more money – something that he feels he has too much of already. Instead, he lets himself strip back down to the sweatpants and branded hoodie combo that he arrived in, content to sit and watch for the rest of the day.

After Team Matthews overtakes Team Hughes in another shootout, Andrei finds himself wandering onto the ice, a stage now set up in the center and a smaller one to the left. He finds some of the benches that were previously used for the draft pressed against the penalty boxes and takes a seat, joined shortly by some other players like Marner, Swayman, the Hughes brothers, and Wilson.

The lights dim, the cheer from the crowd going up as the bassline emanates from the speakers and Andrei watches as dancers file out before being followed by Keely herself. Gone is the bright yellow of her All-Star jersey, now replaced with a black bodysuit that shimmers under the spotlight, highlighting every curve.

If the world faded when she stepped out onto the stage, it all but vanished completely when she started singing. Andrei leans in, listening, intent on picking up every detail that he could. And what he hears makes his heart ache.

It isn’t the first song that catches his attention (although he would agree that he had never met a girl like her before) but the last three songs that cleared some lingering questions in his mind.

You have more pieces of me than the desert has sand & I have less pieces of you than I can hold in my hand.

You were my everything and all that you did was make me fucking sad.

I’ll play the villain in your life – whatever helps you sleep at night.

He didn’t follow celebrity gossip, didn’t make note social media headlines, but here, right now, it felt like Keely herself was telling him everything: a story of heartbreak and betrayal. It felt as if he could see her for exactly who she was; someone who had every pain inflicted upon them and still carried those feelings with them, despite the front she presented to the world.

Andrei feels like he is cheering the loudest of them all when she strikes her final pose, the spotlights shining down. She smiles to the crowd, giving a small bow and a wave to the stadium around her before turning and heading back down the locker room tunnel.

It takes Andrei a few minutes of wandering through the tunnels of Scotiabank before he finds Keely again, this time leaning against the wall in a nice shirt and casual jeans, a glass of white wine perched in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Hey,” he says, walking those final few paces towards her. The sound of his voice causes her head to lift, a smile appearing on her lips when her eyes land on him.

“Hey, yourself.”

“I, um… I wanted to say that you were really good. Performing, I mean.”

“Oh. So, I wasn’t good Thursday night?” Keely teases, taking another casual sip of her wine, no doubt relishing the sight of Andrei’s cheeks turning pink as those images return easily to his mind.

“No, you were… you were fucking fantastic that night,” he says, watching as Keely’s own smile grows.

The two of them stand there in silence, the space between them feeling as much of a contradiction as their own connection. What did it mean to know someone in such an intimate way but also be so detached from each other in every other possible aspect? The rockstar and the hockey player: a pairing that no one would have guessed.

Andrei hated it – hated the distance between them that would only widen after this weekend. But he didn’t want to lose Keely, even though all logic stated that he should forget about their tryst and not pursue her further. But his desire to have her close overwhelmed his rational mind, which had his next words falling from his lips.

“Listen,” he begins, his voice still a tad uncertain. “I’m not sure what your life looks like right now – I know mine is only going to get busier – but I really enjoyed being with you. Not just in bed but in general. And if you want to connect later, I’ll be available.”

Andrei waits, studying her face and every miniscule expression that passes over her. He doesn’t pry, doesn’t backtrack, doesn’t do anything except let the silence linger between them as Keely thinks. He watches as her blue eyes lift to meet his and for the first time since he spoke to her, he can see a vulnerability glimmer in those sapphire pools, the sight of it making his heart ache.

“Would you wait for me, Andrei?” she asks, her voice quiet and he can feel the weight of that question rest on his shoulders. How many badly had people hurt her? How deep was the betrayal that she experienced that made her this uncertain? Whatever the answer was to those questions, he knew the resounding answer to hers.

“I would.”

Keely’s lips lift in a small smile, clearly able to hear the conviction in his voice.

“Confidence,” she whispers, echoing the words from that first night once again. She takes a sip of her wine and Andrei watches as her demeanor shifts back into the savvy rockstar that he had known. “Well, then… I might take you up on that offer.”

He doesn’t say anything, just smiles brightly. He is content to give her a nod, turning away from her and ready to walk back down the tunnel. But then a thought nags at the back of his brain, yelling at him in the same tone as an annoyingly familiar voice. Andrei spins and returns to stand in front of Keely, an adorably amused but somewhat confused expression on her face.

“I have one last favor to ask you,” he says, reaching into his pocket and fishing out his phone. “Could you make a video for my teammate Seth? He’s a huge fan.”

The sound of her laughter echoing down the hallway at his request makes Andrei smile, slightly chuckling with her.

“Not what I thought you would say but of course. Anything for a fan,” she replies, the bright lilt in her voice matching her laughter. “Seth? That’s his name?”

Andrei nods and holds his phone up towards her, watching through the screen as she places her wine glass down on the ground and turn towards him. A small nod of her head gives him the go-head to start the recording.

“Hi Seth. I heard from someone here at the All-Star game that you were a big fan. It’s wild to think that my music is listened to by professional hockey players and who knows, maybe I have you to thank for getting me to Toronto. Maybe next All-Star game, I’ll see you here.”

Keely ends the video with a wink and even a cheeky kiss blown in the cameras direction before waving goodbye. Andrei stops the recording, saving it to his photos and he feels Keely slide up next to him. His fingers hit the play button and they both watch the video back. Keely hums softly and he looks down at her, an embarrassed grimace on her face.

“That last bit might have been too much,” she explains and Andrei drags the play-bar back, watching the video of Keely’s wink and kiss. And looking at it again, he can see that her eyes are not trained at the camera lens but at the cameraman – him. It makes his heartbeat increase at the sight of her so boldly flirting with him but he also understands her hesitation. Seth would surely notice and ask questions and Andrei did not want… whatever was happening between them, to leak before they even had a chance to discover what it all meant.

“Do you think you could edit it out?”

“Sure,” he replies.  

Andrei is quick to nod his head, even faster to open the editor and cut that small section out of the video. He pauses over the save button, the app asking if he wants to save the new video separately or replace the old one with it. His eyes flick back to Keely, her own blue irises sparkling up at him, seeing his hesitation.

“Mind if I keep that last bit for myself?” he questions. The proposal brings another smile onto Keely’s face and he can almost see the quiet laughter in her eyes.

“Not at all. It was meant for you anyway.”

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[heyitsme1040]

Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about

Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!

Have a good night!

This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.

How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired

feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson

AO3 (x)

Tony Stark

He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy.  When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall.  Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles.  "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you. 

Bucky Barnes

You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes.  "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…”  “You're important,” he said disapprovingly.  “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.”  You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people.  Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together.  His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest.  He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his.  “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.

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[misogirl828]

This little love letter to some of my favorite writers has been bubbling in my mind for a while.

A few years back I stumbled onto Tumblr and onto some writers whose writings I really enjoyed. Some have become friends though the years.

I used to voraciously read and reblog. Then health issues and family issues have caused me to step away from being online. I’ve tried to come back several times, but it’s been a struggle. I love to read, but that has been difficult to do with brain fog, fatigue and inability to focus. I’ll leave it at that.

It makes me sad to see that it seems that lately some of the writers I follow have been getting very little interaction on the stories they’ve written. Some have decided to stop writing.

I wanted to let you know that your stories impacted me. That they live in me. That I wonder about the characters you wrote. What happened to them? Where will they go next? What will they discover now?

@wild-karrde …One Step at a Time lives in my heart. Chuckles and Arni and Nita are precious to me. The image of the pale pink petals caught in the breeze when Order 66 came over the comm, that juxtaposition of peaceful beauty and the horrific . I loved how Chuckles, Arni and Nita became a family, the Ayyshu family. Nita always snacking and Arni drawing and making notes with Chuckles watching over them. There are so many chapters I haven’t read yet that look forward to reading when I can.

And while watching the series finale of The Bad Batch I found myself often thinking of the redemption arc you wrote for Crosshair in Shadows and Shades. I love the complexity of Iden and her sister, the journey they take and the journey Iden and Crosshair take to become a couple and then, more. It was painful and beautiful.

@teletraan-meets-jarvis …I wonder about Wolffe and Issa in Pieces. I love getting to read about the 104th with Master Plo, Wolffe and the Pack. I just started reading the series when I left Tumblr and I look forward to reading more when I can. Also, the Command Chat between Wolffe, Cody, Bly, Fox and Ponds is so damn funny, I can’t wait to read more of that too!

@twistedstitcher27 …of the many stories you’ve written that I often think about, Call Me Home is one I think of most frequently. I just love Sinda and her home world and traditions that you created. Your writing makes that place come alive. I want to walk there, be there. And I LOVE how you write Rex. Whether with Sinda or with Shepard in your MassEffect crossover Clone Effect.

@kaminocasey …Gregor and Cassia from your Bonsoir series live in my heart. I love the two of them together and I want to shop at The Spine and pet Wedge. So many stories I need to catch up on! And The Cottage series with Rebels Rex? OMG yes! I also often wonder what happened in Do You Hear the People Sing. The last part of the series I read it ended with bomb going off and someone with a red lightsaber….

@sleepingsun501 …you had just started writing the series Sweet True Lies with Fox and Keeda Ionza when I left Tumblr. I loved getting to read about Fox and two people from different worlds meeting and falling in love.

@the-rain-on-kamino …Make You Feel My Love with Echo. Their sensual exploration and the rediscovery of his sensuality and desire. This beautiful fic is only one of many that you have written that live in my heart.

@eyecandyeoz …Beltalowda! I love and often think about Paradigm Shift, your Expanse/Bad Batch crossover. I wonder what Emalia is doing and so love how you’ve beautifully combined these two worlds in your stories.

@firstofficerwiggles …I often think about a stand alone fic you wrote from a request about Plo Koon and his beautiful interactions with a senators assistant who is feeling insecure about herself. It’s such a beautiful and positive story and I often re-read it when I’m feeling really down on myself.

@kimageddon …Sins of the Father, a modern crime AU with Maul and Zaiya. I just started reading this series and love the world you created and how you write the characters that fit this AU world so beautifully, such as Qui-Gon Jinn as a tea drinking former professor that wears a brown poncho.

@seriowan …Red Ghost. The way you describe The Mandalorian. The strength, the menace, and then the desire. Damn. whew.

@galacticgraffiti …I love your OC Kyreya and had just started reading your stories about them when I left. A Nautolan mercenary that’s a bouncer at 79s. You have put so much love into Eya and their story and I can’t wait to get back to reading the rest of your stories about them.

@thefact0rygirl …your delicious Wrecker fic Filled introduced me to fanfic and brought me to Tumblr. Still one of my favorite fics that lives in my brain and horny heart. Thank you for opening the door and showing me the light.

There is so much more I want to say about each story I mentioned and every writer I mentioned. I’ve only got so much energy and focus at a time, so I’m just doing the best I can in the moment.

I know there are fics and writers that need to be on this list that I just can’t think of right now in this moment. I’m sorry for that. Maybe I’ll make a part two to this.

I guess what I really want to say (again) is thank you. Thank you for writing. Thank you for sharing. I know I am not alone in enjoying your stories, that I am not alone in having your stories live in my mind and my heart.

I hope you are well and that you continue to write and share. I wish you Happy Holidays, however you celebrate them and I celebrate you.

With much love,

[joleneghoul]

Ted Carter-Kord! Retired hero and father of two, with a passion for invention.

Companion to the Booster Who's Who for my stuff.

Rip and Jeff will be next if not Waverider.

Text from picture under cut In case it's hard to read

Personal Data: Name: Ted Carter-Kord (he/him)

Alias: Previously Blue Beetle II

Height: 5’9 

Eyes: Brown  Hair: Auburn / Grey

Occupation: Temporal Scientist, Inventor, Mechanical Engineer.

Base of Operations: The Vanishing Point

Home Origin: 20th century Chicago

History:

A young Ted Kord in the early 80s, after discovering his uncle Jarvis’ plans for technological domination of the world, looked for help from his previous mentor, Dan Garret. Not knowing that Dan was Blue Beetle until they were captured by Jarvis. Daniel sacrificed himself to save them and destroy the island, and in his dying moments placed the Blue Beetle mantle into Ted’s hands.  Unfortunately, The Scarab refused to work for Ted, and after trial and error he was unable to figure out the artifact. Instead, Ted built his own tools and gadgets for his work as Blue Beetle, bringing in skills of gymnastics and martial arts along with his eye for strategy to aid him throughout the years. 

Within 15 years of being a hero he had an exciting and fulfilling career. Joining the Justice League in the early years he met many lifelong friends, including Booster Gold. Blue and Gold soon became inseparable as a pair (minus the few times they separated…but hey they always made up!) of superheroes. Though, after being gravely injured after an encounter with Doomsday, Ted shifted towards wanting a life outside of being a hero, wishing for a family. Tired of a life of living personal tragedy to tragedy. Finally after his life Partner Booster was killed and promptly brought back to life Ted shifted his focus to fully leaving the mantle behind and to support his loved ones from the sidelines.

As Booster Gold continued life as a fulltime hero, Ted took over control of their joint company Lightspeed entertainment from which he is able to provide for his family. Together Blue and Gold began a family, taking in an orphan girl named Rani then eventually having their son, Ripley. In order to keep their family safe from the many dangers of time they live a life half inside and out of time itself on Vanishing Point and Earth.  Although Kord is now retired from a life of heroism and adventures, if his family needed help he’s not above kicking a few asses yet again. 

Gear/Abilities:

The Bug (airship), The BB gun, Baby Bugs (Snoopy, mechanical beetle shaped robotics), genius intellect, acrobatics and martial arts.

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Werewolf!Tony Stark / Vampire!Stephen Strange

Tags: hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter 13: Epilogue

What was planned as a quiet and uneventful patrol turned out to be rather an inconvenience when Tony and Peter got attacked. Their radars had been set for the regular humanoid undead. So it had been a surprise when their attacker turned out to be neither humanoid nor undead.

“What the hell is wrong with these raccoons? Why are their eyes glowing?” Tony blasted at least three of them with a repulsor beam off their feet, but there were still so many of them clinging onto his Iron Man suit. They were hard to shake off even using his best flying maneuvers.

Peter had a similar problem. Plus, since they were in a villa area, he had trouble swinging. The houses were not high enough and too far apart to be of use to him.

“I’m still analyzing the data, Sir. But based on their movement pattern it seems like they seem to share a mind.”

“Do you think they are being possessed?”

This was clearly no normal raccoon behavior, even if they regularly became a problem in the outer parts of the city.

Tony blasted some raccoons that had their sharp claws on Peter’s suit. He took the boy’s hand and pulled him into the air to get them both out of reach. For now, he set him on top of a streetlight.

The raccoons tried to climb up it. Their eyes were still glowing in that creepy yellow-green light and it was creeping Tony out.

“It’s possible,” Jarvis answered his last question.

“Great. Call Doctor Wiz-…” Before he could even finish the sentence, there was a familiar circle of sparkling light that formed a portal.

Stephen stepped through it and into the street. He was wearing his typical sorcerer garb and looked around. His eyes locked onto the raccoon tower that was forming at the bottom of the street lamp, and they darkened.

Glancing up briefly, he saw Peter and Tony on and next to the light. The boy waved at him, while Tony raised his hand in greeting.

Stephen did not reply, which would be considered rude. Instead he approached the raccoons to solve that problem – so Tony let it slide.

The raccoons sensed the newcomer and some of them turned to him. They made their little raccoon sounds – like angry chittering – before they attacked him as well.

The sorcerer was not having it. The cloak took him up in the air and Stephen called upon his magic.

His eyes began to glow the same color as the critters, and for a moment Tony was afraid that something had gone wrong.

But Stephen was skilled. He was shifting into a state that allowed him to see the bond by which the raccoons were held. With that, it was easy to conjure sharp magic blades that he threw at the bond to break the connection.

There were a lot of raccoons.

The cloak helped him to move above and between them, to cut every single connection.

To Tony and Peter, it looked like he was randomly cutting through the air. But one by one the critters froze before shaking their little heads, the glowing fading from their eyes. When it was gone completely, one raccoon after another fled into the darkness of the night. They no longer had the urge to attack people.

Tony and Peter moved from the lantern to the ground.

“Hey Doctor Strange,” Peter greeted him cheerfully, while Tony stepped right into his personal space. His faceplate opened, and wearing the suit, he was almost the same height as the sorcerer.

“Did Jarvis call you?” he asked, standing closer than regular friends would do.

It was hard for Stephen not to focus on the peak of Tony’s neck and the sweet blood he sensed underneath the skin. Ever since he had a taste of it, the awareness of Tony’s blood had become stronger whenever he was in proximity.

He cleared his throat, trying to find words. The amused look on Tony's face told him he was taking a second too long for it.

“No. I sensed some witch activities nearby and followed the magic trail to investigate. I didn’t know you were here.” If he had known that Tony had been in trouble, he would have arrived sooner.

“Well, you still arrived like a knight in shining armor, so I guess it’s just fair to reward you.” Tony used the same height advantage to press a quick kiss onto the Vamp’s lips.

He would really just take any excuse to kiss him. And if it happened that the vampire was flustered by it because he hadn’t expected it, so it was just a bonus.

“Uhm…” Stephen cleared his throat again.

"What?" Peter, who had been standing by and watching them, obviously had not been informed about this turn of events.

The sorcerer, finally remembering he and Tony were not alone, turned to the boy. “What are you doing here anyway? Isn’t it a school night?” He asked both Peter and Tony.

“Don’t look at me,” the Were defended himself. "It told him that if he got caught, he had to bear the consequences. ."

"He is your responsibility."

“What can I say? I’m the cool dad. And even if I had forbidden it, he would have gone off on his own anyway. So, isn’t it smarter to accompany him in the first place?”

With that Stephen couldn’t argue. He did open a portal to Peter’s room at home though.

The boy pouted but finally complied. “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.” He gave the two adults one last glance to see if they were really sending him home, but found no mercy.

“Good night, Peter.”

“See you after school.”

Sighing, Peter waved them goodbye, before the portal closed between them. Stephen turned to Tony. “You two kind of seem to make it a habit that I have to come in to your help,” he grinned, laying his hand on Tony's arm. Well, on the suit part of it.

He liked the Iron Man suit. It was an engineering masterpiece and kept Tony safe. But he preferred him without the metal around him, so he could touch him and actually feel him. His skin and his pulse. Feeling that he was alive.

“Two times is not a habit.”

“Is it not? Then how many times would you say it does?”

“If I answer that you’ll keep a score in your head and I don’t like that.” Tony looked at the Vamp and sighed. “And knowing you, you will start that score anyway just because I just mentioned it.”

Stephen’s smile was sharp and showed a lot of teeth. “You know me very well indeed.” He winked at Tony, before he changed the topic back to business. “Do you want to accompany me in tracking down that witch who did this?” he asked.

“Absolutely.”

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[jorissportsstories]

Tennessee Titans: Best/Worse Case Scenarios 2024 NFL Season

Bottom Line: This Team Will Be Better Than Most Expect

Themes:

• A: Development of Will Levis

• B: New Key Pieces

• C: Coaching Change/Culture Shift

Call it “homerism,” but being a small market NFL team often means being underestimated. However, if you’re not paying attention to the Tennessee Titans, you’re missing out. The Titans are doing what most teams do when they believe they’ve found their quarterback: building a solid roster around him and creating an environment for success. With a quietly strong roster on both sides of the ball—featuring an upgraded offensive line, a reinforced wide receiver room, and an improved secondary—this team is poised to win games this year, even with Mike Vrabel no longer at the helm. Before the mainstream media writes this team off, here are some key factors to consider:

A: New Key Pieces

Titans GM/VP of Football Operations Ran Carthon has had a stellar offseason, acquiring talent through the draft, free agency, and trades. Let’s break down the additions:

Free Agents/Trades:

• Calvin Ridley (WR)

• Lloyd Cushenberry (C)

• L’Jarius Sneed (CB)

• Chidobe Awuzie (CB)

• Tony Pollard (RB)

• Sebastian Joseph-Day (DT)

• Kenneth Murray (LB)

• Jamal Adams (S)

• Quandre Diggs (S)

• Tyler Boyd (WR)

Draft Picks:

• JC Latham (OL)

• T’Vondre Sweat (DL)

• Jaylen Harrell (LB)

• Jha’Quan Jackson (WR)

• Jarvis Brownlee (CB)

Clearly, this team is heading in a new direction, and I’m not mad at it. Times change, and the Titans are adapting. Pairing Ridley with Hopkins seems almost unfair, and when you add a solid receiver like Boyd along with Treylon Burks, who’s ready to take the next step, the wide receiver room is no longer among the league’s worst. All of this has been achieved without sacrificing the run game. Both Pollard and Spears can run the ball the way Callahan wants it done, and I believe they’ll prove their worth this season.

On the defensive side, the moves made almost brought tears of joy. Drafting T’Vondre Sweat, who is unbelievably fast and agile for his size, was a masterstroke. Sweat is a certified run-stopper and will also affect the passer, drawing double-teams a solid percentage of the time. Pairing him with Jeffery Simmons, who also requires double-teams, will force opposing offensive lines into some tough decisions. Adding a talented, budding linebacker like Kenneth Murray to an already physical Arden Key will secure the middle of the field and boost the pass rush.

Then there’s the secondary, which has been reinvigorated with the additions of Sneed, Awuzie, Adams, and Diggs, alongside preexisting talent like Elijah Molden and Roger McCreary. This group has the potential to lock down a lot of yardage this year. Bottom line: the Titans’ defense has improved significantly.

Before I forget, let’s talk about the offensive line. With the addition of first-round pick JC Latham and the continued development of Peter Skoronski under new offensive line coach Bill Callahan, this unit should be miles ahead of where it was last year. Improved blocking, especially from the right side of the line, has been a highlight of the preseason, addressing one of the major issues from last year.

B: Coaching Change/Culture Shift

Please note, I am not a Mike Vrabel hater. I appreciate everything he’s done for this franchise—instilling a culture of toughness and grit, leading the team to an AFC Championship run, and managing an injury-riddled roster. However, I acknowledge that change was needed. The league is evolving, and the Titans were at risk of being left behind.

Brian Callahan and his staff bring a fresh perspective, new energy, and a balanced approach to Nashville. Players are reportedly thrilled with new defensive coordinator Denard Wilson and offensive line coach Bill Callahan. The emphasis on physicality and toughness remains, but there’s also a focus on balance, which I believe will help the Titans adapt and thrive in this new era.

C: Development of Will Levis

One crucial factor for the team’s success is the continued development of second-year quarterback Will Levis. Levis showed a lot of promise last year, stepping in for the injured Ryan Tannehill and pushing the ball downfield with confidence. He clearly won the team over, and his growth will drive this team as far as it can go. With a strong supporting cast around him and improved protection, Levis has the tools to succeed.

One concern is Levis taking unnecessary hits. We get it—you’re tough. But we’d also like you to have a long, successful career. All in all, I believe he’s ready to take the next step.

Best Case Scenario:

In the best-case scenario, the offensive line gels quickly, Levis makes sound decisions, and the defensive line dominates early by stopping the run and pressuring the passer. If everything clicks, a 10-win season and a playoff berth are within reach.

Worst Case Scenario:

On the flip side, if the offensive line takes most of the regular season to figure things out, if Levis regresses, if the run game falters, and if the defense spends too much time on the field, the team could be exposed. An undisciplined, sloppy defense could result in a 6-7 win season, or worse, and no playoffs. However, I highly doubt that happens, given the personalities and talent on this team.

The Tennessee Titans are primed to surprise many this upcoming season. There’s a fresh energy, new vibes, and a modern approach in Nashville. The Titans are changing with the times, and as a fan, I couldn’t be more excited for what’s to come.

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[msgardengal]

CAN YOU SEE ME?

tags pyotr kochetkov x reader, pure fluff, mediagirl!reader, use of y/n like twice, idk what else to put lol, unedited be warned

ib this tt

tw none

an i tried to make him sound like he actually does with the whole not knowing much english thing? gimme feedback pls

You had worked for the Carolina Hurricanes for quite some time now. Working with social media was easy, you asked questions and made them do stupid things before practice. Each guy on the time had his own opinion about you, Andrei thought you were sweet, Jarvy thought you were a good laugh. One player in particular, who goes by the name Pyotr, had a little crush on you. It wasn’t unknown, every time he saw you he would get what Seth called “goo-goo eyes”.

He was enamored, everything you did was enticing to him. When you would hangout on the bench with the medics during practice he could barely pay attention to block his teammates shots, earning a scolding from the coach. After scrolling on tiktok for a while you had jotted down some ideas to ask the boys before they went on the ice for practice.

Grabbing your work phone and the canes mini-mic, you headed out to the opening in the boards. The boys walked out one by one, answering the question you and the other girls landed on. Who was the players celebrity crush? Andrei mentioned a russian actress he had known since he was little, Martinook mentioned Megan Fox, Jarvy mentioned Brekie Hill — all relatively normal answers — until Pyotr waltzed on out with his stick in hand and his mask pulled up onto his head. “Okay, who is your celebrity crush?” You smiled kindly, holding the mini-mic towards his face so people could hear him mumbling in broken english.

“Y/n,” He responded with a smile, his brown eyes staring into yours. They were deep in a way, easy to get lost in.

The media girls beside you burst into giggles, teasing you with knowing looks. One of them nudged you playfully, “Looks like someone’s got a fan,” she teased, winking as she typed out a message to text the newest guy in her orbit. You couldn’t help but laugh, though you felt a flutter in your chest that was hard to ignore.

“Okay, that’s enough. Focus!” one of the other girls said, trying to pull your attention back to the task at hand. But your mind was still stuck on Pyotr’s words.

As the team started practice, you lingered near the boards, still processing what had just happened. You had always known Pyotr liked you, but hearing it out loud, in front of everyone, was a completely different feeling. It was clear he didn’t mind being the center of attention, and yet, there was something endearing about his sudden revelation. He wasn’t one to be openly vulnerable, but when it came to you, it seemed like he couldn’t help it. Your mind kept wandering back to his words. You had gotten used to teasing interactions and playful exchanges with all the guys, but this? This felt different. You hadn’t realized how much Pyotr had gotten under your skin until now. Every time you glanced over at him on the ice, your stomach did a little flip. You caught him looking your way more than once, a soft smile playing on his lips whenever your eyes met.

Later, after practice, you found yourself near the locker room entrance, finishing up some quick social media posts. You were just about to pack up when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you saw Pyotr, his helmet off and hair messy, standing a few feet away. The Canes hoodie sitting baggy on his shoulders, along with grey sweatpants that fit his figure perfectly.

“Hey,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, a slight hint of nervousness creeping in. “I... I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I... couldn’t think.”

You blinked, surprised by the shift in his tone. “Pyotr,” you started, your heart beating a little faster, “It’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it”

He scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish for a moment before his smile returned, that charming grin you’d grown used to. “Well, maybe next time you let me know who your celebrity crush is?” he teased, stepping a little closer.

Your heart raced, but you couldn’t help but laugh. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

As he lingered for a moment, there was a pause, an unspoken connection hanging between you. Pyotr’s eyes softened as he looked down at you, his smile more genuine now, as if the playful banter was over and something a little more sincere was taking its place.

“Well,” he said, his voice a little quieter, “I’ll be waiting..”

And with that, he gave you a wink and turned to head toward the locker room, leaving you standing there, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You couldn’t deny that the idea of Pyotr having a little crush on you, and maybe even wanting something more, was a thought you couldn't quite shake.

[redrikki]

Disability Pride Masterpost

July is Disability Awareness Month. Here is a master list of my stories featuring and focusing on characters with disabilities.

Agent Carter

Cheer Up, Get Out of Bed - Jack had opened up to Peggy Carter and all he got was this lousy concussion. Tag to 1.06. (Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa) [features amputee character] warning: ableist language

Take Good Care of Yourself - Post Season 2 finale, three people who visited Jack Thompson in the hospital and one who never made it. (Jack Thompson, Daniel Sousa, Peggy Carter, Rose Roberts, Dottie Underwood) [features amputee character]

A Modest Proposal - The mess with Vernon Masters has left Daniel’s office short staffed, but he has some replacements in mind. (Daniel Sousa, Edwin Jarvis) [focus on amputee character]

Avatar: The Last Airbender & Legend of Korra

Gather Up Every Wayward Lock - The girls do their hair. (Katara, Azula, Toph) [focus on blind character]

Chips and Blocks - Lin called Toph ‘Chif’ for years before some well-meaning busybody taught her to say 'Mom’ instead. Toph isn’t sure what kind of mom she is, but she knows which kind she doesn’t want to be. (Toph, Lin, Poppy) [focus on blind character]

Leaves on the Wind - Korra’s spirit gives some advice to the next Avatar. (Korra, OC) [focus on characters with chronic illness]

Downton Abbey

The Hedgehog’s Dilemma - Thomas Barrow’s daemon is a hedgehog and you best mind his spikes. Five warnings, four relationships and one revelation. (Thomas Barrow, Sarah O’Brien, Duke of Crowburrough, Edward Courtney, Jimmy Kent) [features blind character]

The Dragon Prince (Cartoon)

The Language of Bees - Bees talk by dancing too. (Ezran, Amaya) [features deaf character]

The Broken Earth Series - N.K. Jemisin

Seismic Shift - Schaffa tells himself he will stop if Eitz says no. This one will be allowed to say no. The boy says nothing at all. (Schaffa/Eitz) [focus on character with chronic pain] WARNING: Child sexual abuse

Star Wars 

Prequels Era

Bridal Carry - On Naboo, it’s tradition for the groom to carry the bride to their marriage bed. With Anakin’s new prosthetic, it’s more difficult than it sounds. (Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker) [features amputee character]

Nothing to Write Home About - WIP. A month after losing his wife, Cliegg Lars decides to write to her son. Anakin Skywalker gets the pen pal he never knew he needed. (Cliegg Lars, Anakin Skywalker) [focus on amputee characters]

Lightning Rod - Anakin gets electrocuted…again. It probably says something bad about his life that he’s getting used to it. (Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Obi-Wan Kenobi) [focus on amputee character]

Ahsoka the Vampire Slayer - BTvS fusion. Ahsoka is the Chosen One, the Slayer. The one girl in all the world with the power to fight the forces of darkness, or at least she was until she died. She got better, but now there’s a new Slayer in town and things with her Watcher are strained at best. Add in a bunch of zombie mind control bugs and Ahsoka’s week could be going better. (Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Luminara Undulli, Barriss Offee) [featuring amputee character]

Rebels Era

Chicken Soup for the Jedi Soul - Four meals Kanan made for his crew and one he made for himself. (Kanan Jarrus, Ghost Crew) [focus on blind character]

A Distraction - Kanan’s been blinded. There’s nothing Hera can do to fix it so Chopper gives her something she can. (Hera Syndulla, Kanan Jarrus, Chopper) [featuring blind character]

Graffiti on the Walls of the Heartland - Three works of art Sabine made for crew members and one she made for herself. (Sabine Wren, Kanan Jarrus, Hera Syndulla, Chopper) [featuring blind character]

Then My Hair’s Too Short - Apparently, Ezra had a new hair cut. That’s fine, it’s his head after all. Kanan just wished he had mentioned it. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger) [focus on blind character]

The Blind Beggar - When Ezra objects to Kanan taking point on a mission, Kanan decides its time they had a talk. (Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger, Ghost Crew) [focus on blind character]

Rebel Moments - Short stories from the Rebels era. (Ghost Crew) [focus on blind character]

Original Trilogy

After the Funeral - Han offers Luke some unexpected support after the funeral of the guy who tortured him. (Luke Skywalker, Han Solo) [focus on amputee character]

[captainrogers-thepatriot]

NAME    ⎯⎯   Steven "Steve" Grant Rogers

  AKA    ⎯⎯    Captain America, Captain Rogers, Agent Rogers, Steve, Grant

one photo of your muse you like  ⎯⎯

three headcanons    ⎯⎯ 1. When Steve went back in time, he couldnt allow many people to know he was alive. It was important that he didnt change the sequence of events to come. So he would often go out in public in disguise and took on a new identity of Grant Rogers. Besides Peggy, Howard Stark, Maria Stark and Edmund Jarvis also knew he was alive. 2. In the modern era, when the elder Peggy was in the hospital she would often refer to Steve as her husband and go on about the life they shared. Steve had always thought she was just confused. Until he went back in time. Then him and Peggy started creating those memories she spoke about. Steve was always meant to go back to be with her. 3. Steve has three kids with Peggy: Sarah, Amelia and James.

Five things your muse likes doing in their free time    ⎯⎯

Exercising. He loves to go running and to box. It really helps him clear his head.

listening to music. Mostly music from 1920s-1960s.

Volunteering to help those less fortunate. He often helps out at soup kitchens and shelters. He will also help neighbors with chores like shopping or fixing up a garden. He loves helping anyway he can.

Visiting the elderly Peggy.

Watching TV. He loves sitcoms! His favorites are I Love Lucy, The Odd Couple, Bewitched and Friends. He also enjoys watching Star Trek and Doctor Who.

a phobia your muse has    ⎯⎯ Never ending war and not living a life that made him happy. He often spends so much time trying to help others that he often forgets or ignores his own wants and needs. That was the case mostly when he lived in the modern era and was working for shield. When he went back to live his life alongside Peggy, he tried to shift his focus on his family and himself. Although he still dedicated some time helping others.

one thing your muse regrets    ⎯⎯ Not being able to defeat Thanos during the first battle with him.

people your character likes  /  loves    ⎯⎯

Peggy Carter

Bucky Barnes

His kids (My OCs lol)

@nessiesbarnes

Sarah Rogers

The Barnes family

The Avengers

Sam Wilson

....Too many more people. Steve has a lot of love in his heart.

tagged by: @marvelslegacies

tagging: @nessiesbarnes @jemmaagentofshield @askjbuckybarnes

[signalwow]

Spoilers for comic

Mini comic

Small reminder of How Marceline sees Jarvis in that moment:

They will be ok tough

[jcmarchi]

Project Jarvis leak reveals Google’s vision for the next-gen Gemini

New Post has been published on https://thedigitalinsider.com/project-jarvis-leak-reveals-googles-vision-for-the-next-gen-gemini/

Project Jarvis leak reveals Google’s vision for the next-gen Gemini

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Google has big hopes for AI, as evidenced by the consistent improvements to its Gemini chatbot in recent months.

Google briefly introduced its vision for a “universal AI agent” aimed to help users with daily tasks at the I/O developer conference in May, hinting that elements of the technology could be incorporated into Gemini soon. Recent insights from The Information have shed more light on its initiative, known internally as Project Jarvis.

Project Jarvis represents a major advancement in AI for Google. Unlike traditional voice assistants that respond to user commands, Jarvis is designed to perform tasks autonomously, navigate the web, and make independent decisions. For instance, Jarvis could manage emails, conduct research, and even schedule appointments, reducing the cognitive load involved in managing digital tasks.

Jarvis’s core objective is to revolutionise how users interact with their devices. Rather than serving as a passive tool awaiting commands, Jarvis would actively engage in real-time task management, positioning it as an AI partner rather than a utility.

For legal professionals, Jarvis could review large volumes of case documents and organise them by relevance, streamlining workflow. Similarly, marketers could use Jarvis to integrate data from numerous sources, allowing them to focus more on strategy and less on administrative work.

The evolution of AI agents such as Jarvis may have an impact on specific job roles. Tasks formerly performed by entry-level administrative personnel may come within the capabilities of AI assistants. However, the shift is likely to generate opportunities in roles that require critical thinking, creativity, and emotional intelligence—qualities not easily replicated by AI.

Industry observers anticipate a shift toward higher-value work, with people concentrating less on routine tasks and more on areas that promote innovation and strategic decision-making.

Privacy and security considerations

Project Jarvis raises significant privacy and security issues due to its ability to access sensitive information such as emails and documents. To prevent unauthorised access, Google will most likely deploy enhanced encryption, strict user restrictions, and, maybe, multi-factor authentication. Cybersecurity will also be essential to keep Jarvis secure from external threats.

Surveys indicate that, while AI holds considerable appeal, privacy remains a top concern for many users. Experts recommend measures such as a transparent privacy dashboard that enables users to monitor and control Jarvis’s access to data. To build trust and drive the adoption of AI agents like Jarvis, Google will need to strike a balance between convenience and robust privacy protections.

Enhancing user experience and accessibility

Beyond productivity, Jarvis has the potential to improve accessibility for a wide range of users. For those with disabilities, Jarvis could read web content aloud or use voice commands to assist with form navigation. For less tech-savvy users, Jarvis could simplify digital interactions by handling tasks like locating files or managing settings.

Jarvis could also assist in planning a busy workday or booking a trip by actively supporting task management. Project Jarvis aims to reimagine AI as a supportive digital partner, enhancing the user experience beyond that of a conventional tool.

(Photo by Igor Bumba)

See also: Google advances mobile AI in Pixel 9 smartphones

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Tags: artificial intelligence, Google, machine learning

[desirelovell]

GOOGLE SEO

NEW ADVERTISING AGENTS AND CREATORS TO PREPARE FOR GOOGLE’S SEO CHANGES

Focus on Quality Content 📝:

Create in-depth, well-researched articles 📚.

Ensure content is unique and valuable 💎.

Avoid keyword stuffing and low-quality content ❌.

Enhance User Experience (UX) 🌟:

Improve site speed 🚀.

Ensure mobile-friendliness 📱.

Simplify site navigation 🗺️.

Optimize for Core Web Vitals 🛠️:

Focus on loading speed, interactivity, and visual stability 🕒.

Use tools like Google PageSpeed Insights and GTmetrix 🔍.

Leverage Long-Tail Keywords 🔑:

Conduct thorough keyword research 📈.

Target niche-specific keywords 🎯.

Use tools like Ahrefs, SEMrush, and Moz 🔧.

Build High-Quality Backlinks 🔗:

Engage in guest blogging 🖋️.

Collaborate with influencers 🤝.

Focus on earning links from reputable sites 🌐.

Utilize AI Tools for SEO 🤖:

Use AI-powered content creation tools like Copy.ai and Jarvis 📝.

Implement AI-driven SEO analysis tools like SEMrush and Ahrefs 📊.

Optimize user experience with AI insights 🌟.

Stay Updated with SEO Trends 📅:

Follow industry news and updates 📢.

Participate in SEO forums and webinars 🎓.

Continuously learn and adapt 📚.

Engage with Your Audience 👥:

Respond to comments and feedback 🗨️.

Build a community through social media 🌐.

Create content that addresses audience needs 💬.

SPREADSHEET WITH RESOURCES

Here is a detailed spreadsheet with resources, their costs, and functionalities:ResourceWebsiteCostFeaturesAhrefsahrefs.com$99 – $999/monthKeyword research, backlink analysis, site auditSEMrushsemrush.com$119.95 – $449.95/monthSEO audit, keyword tracking, competitive analysisMozmoz.com$99 – $599/monthKeyword research, site audit, backlink analysisCopy.aicopy.ai$35/monthAI-powered content creationJarvisjarvis.ai$29 – $119/monthAI content creation, blog posts, ad copyGoogle PageSpeed Insightsdevelopers.google.com/speed/pagespeed/insightsFreePage speed analysis and suggestionsGTmetrixgtmetrix.comFree – $15.83/monthSite performance analysis, recommendationsUbersuggestneilpatel.com/ubersuggestFree – $40/monthKeyword research, competitive analysis, site auditScreaming Frogscreamingfrog.co.ukFree – £149/yearSite crawling, SEO audit, data extractionSurferSEOsurferseo.com$59 – $239/monthContent optimization, SERP analyzer

These resources will help you stay competitive and effectively manage SEO in light of Google’s upcoming changes. Make sure to leverage these tools to optimize your content, improve user experience, and stay ahead of the curve.

Understanding Google’s 2024 Algorithm Changes: What Small Bloggers Need to Know

INTRODUCTION

Google’s search algorithm updates are always a hot topic in the SEO community. In 2024, Google is set to introduce significant changes that promise to shake up the digital landscape. With whispers of private meetings between Google and small bloggers, there’s a palpable sense of anticipation. This blog aims to provide an in-depth analysis of the upcoming algorithm changes, their potential impact on small bloggers, and strategies to stay ahead of the curve.

THE EVOLUTION OF GOOGLE’S ALGORITHM

A BRIEF HISTORY

Google’s search algorithm has undergone numerous transformations since its inception. From the early days of PageRank to more recent updates like Panda, Penguin, and BERT, Google’s primary goal has always been to improve the quality of search results for users. Each update has refined how Google evaluates and ranks web pages, focusing increasingly on user experience and content relevance.

WHY 2024 IS DIFFERENT

The 2024 updates are particularly noteworthy due to Google’s proactive engagement with small bloggers. This shift suggests that Google is keen to address specific challenges faced by smaller content creators and ensure a more level playing field. The insights gathered from these meetings are likely to inform some of the most user-centric changes we’ve seen in recent years.

KEY THEMES OF THE 2024 ALGORITHM CHANGES

QUALITY OVER QUANTITY

One of the central themes of the 2024 updates is an increased emphasis on content quality over quantity. Historically, some websites have relied on producing large volumes of content to improve their search rankings. However, Google is now prioritizing high-quality, well-researched, and engaging content.

Implications for Bloggers:

Content Depth: Bloggers should focus on creating comprehensive, in-depth articles that thoroughly cover their chosen topics.

Expertise and Authority: Demonstrating expertise and authority in your niche will become more important. This could involve citing credible sources, incorporating original research, and providing unique insights.

ENHANCED USER EXPERIENCE METRICS

Google’s commitment to improving user experience is evident in its recent focus on Core Web Vitals. These metrics, which include page load speed, interactivity, and visual stability, will play an even more significant role in 2024.

Implications for Bloggers:

Site Speed: Optimizing site speed is crucial. This involves compressing images, leveraging browser caching, and minimizing JavaScript.

Mobile-Friendliness: With mobile traffic continuing to rise, ensuring your site is mobile-friendly is non-negotiable.

User Interface: A clean, intuitive user interface that facilitates easy navigation will help improve user engagement and reduce bounce rates.

AUTHENTICITY AND ORIGINALITY

Google is doubling down on authenticity and originality. The 2024 updates will introduce more sophisticated mechanisms to detect and promote genuine, original content while penalizing plagiarized or spun content.

Implications for Bloggers:

Original Content: Avoid shortcuts like content spinning or plagiarism. Focus on producing unique content that offers real value to your audience.

Transparency: Be transparent about your sources and provide proper attribution where necessary. This not only builds trust but also aligns with Google’s guidelines.

SUPPORT FOR NICHE AND LONG-TAIL KEYWORDS

Small bloggers often excel in niche areas, and Google recognizes this. The 2024 updates are expected to enhance support for niche and long-tail keywords, allowing smaller sites to compete more effectively.

Implications for Bloggers:

Keyword Research: Invest in thorough keyword research to identify long-tail keywords relevant to your niche. Tools like Ahrefs, SEMrush, and Google’s own Keyword Planner can be invaluable.

Content Strategy: Develop a content strategy that targets these long-tail keywords. This could involve creating detailed guides, how-to articles, and in-depth analyses.

REDUCTION OF ALGORITHMIC BIAS

There have been concerns about algorithmic bias favoring larger websites. The upcoming changes aim to ensure a more equitable distribution of search visibility, giving small bloggers a fair chance to rank well.

Implications for Bloggers:

Focus on Value: Concentrate on providing genuine value to your audience. Google’s aim is to highlight content that best serves user needs, regardless of the site’s size.

Community Engagement: Engage with your community through comments, social media, and other platforms. Building a loyal, engaged audience can positively influence your rankings.

PREPARING FOR THE CHANGES

To navigate the 2024 algorithm updates successfully, small bloggers should adopt a proactive approach. Here are some strategies to help you stay ahead:

CONTENT CREATION

Invest in Quality: High-quality content is the cornerstone of SEO success. Ensure your articles are well-researched, comprehensive, and engaging. Consider collaborating with experts or conducting original research to add depth and credibility to your content.

Diversify Content Types: Experiment with different content formats, such as videos, infographics, podcasts, and interactive elements. Diversifying your content can enhance user engagement and appeal to a broader audience.

Regular Updates: Keep your content fresh and up-to-date. Regularly review and update older posts to ensure they remain relevant and accurate.

TECHNICAL SEO

Optimize Site Speed: Use tools like Google PageSpeed Insights and GTmetrix to identify areas for improvement. Compress images, enable browser caching, and minimize render-blocking resources to enhance site speed.

Mobile Optimization: Ensure your website is fully responsive and offers a seamless experience across all devices. Google’s Mobile-Friendly Test tool can help you identify any issues.

Improve Navigation: Simplify your site’s navigation to enhance user experience. Use clear, descriptive headings, and ensure important pages are easily accessible.

USER ENGAGEMENT

Engage with Your Audience: Foster a sense of community by actively engaging with your readers. Respond to comments, ask for feedback, and create content that addresses your audience’s needs and interests.

Build Backlinks: Focus on acquiring high-quality backlinks from reputable sources. This can involve guest blogging, collaborating with influencers, or earning mentions from authoritative sites in your niche.

Leverage Social Media: Use social media platforms to promote your content and engage with your audience. Building a strong social media presence can drive traffic to your site and enhance your overall visibility.

CONCLUSION

The upcoming 2024 algorithm changes represent a significant shift in Google’s approach to search rankings. By prioritizing content quality, user experience, authenticity, and niche expertise, Google aims to create a more equitable and user-centric search environment. For small bloggers, these changes present both opportunities and challenges. By focusing on high-quality content, optimizing for user experience, and staying informed about SEO best practices, bloggers can navigate these changes successfully and continue to thrive in the digital landscape.

As we await the official announcement from Google, it’s essential to remain proactive and adaptable. The digital world is constantly evolving, and those who can anticipate and respond to changes will be best positioned for success. Whether you’re a seasoned blogger or just starting, the key to success lies in providing genuine value to your audience and continuously striving for excellence.

REFERENCES

Reddit discussion on the leaked Google algorithm: Reddit

Google’s emphasis on Core Web Vitals: Search Engine Journal

Google’s Webmaster Guidelines: Google Search Central

[noloveforned]

no love for ned will be on wlur tonight from 8pm until midnight for our regular shift. the first two hours will be our usual hodge-podge of new music and then at 10pm we'll be re-airing last week's tribute to steve albini (you can also stream it on mixcloud). he passed away ten days ago and so last week we dedicated two hours of the show to focus on his legendary engineering work over the past thirty five years.

no love for ned on wlur – may 10th, 2024 from 8-10pm - music engineered by steve albini

artist // track // album // label nina nastasia and jim white // i've been out walking // you follow me // fatcat shellac // song against itself // one thousand hurts // touch and go guided by voices // sheetkickers // under the bushes under the stars // matador rosa mota // space junk // bionic // mute let's wrestle // there's a rockstar in my room // nursing home // merge darling little jackhammer // jazz means fight // criminally easy to please // hey buddy cloud nothings // stay useless // attack on memory // carpark daddy's boy // work won't love u back // great news! // drunken sailor jawbreaker // do you still hate me? // twenty four hour revenge therapy // communion superchunk // seed toss // no pocky for kitty // matador electrelane // on parade // the power out // too pure cinerama // health and efficiency // torino // manifesto pixies // where is my mind? // surfer rosa // 4ad nirvana // all apologies // in utero // dgc thrush hermit // the great pacific ocean // the great pacific ocean ep // murderecords veruca salt // shimmer like a girl // blow it out your ass it's veruca salt ep // dgc the breeders // iris // pod // 4ad hamlet idiot // voula // the ape in the moon // burst and bloom scrawl // easy on her mind // travel on, rider // elektra fire! // work song for a scattered past // testament // rune grammofon dirty three // the restless waves // ocean songs // touch and go magnolia electric co. // hold on magnolia // the magnolia electric co. // secretly canadian palace music // new partner // viva last blues // drag city low // starfire // secret name // kranky sonna // we sing loud // we sing loud, sing soft tonight // temporary residence pj harvey // man-size // rid of me // island danielson // good news for the pus pickers // fetch the compass kids // secretly canadian jarvis cocker // homewrecker! // further complications // rough trade bush // swallowed // razorblade suitcase // interscope

[manilaflorist]

Blooms of Love: The Significance of Mother's Day Flowers

Mother's Day, celebrated in various forms around the world, is a day dedicated to honouring and showing gratitude to the women who brought us into this world and have nurtured us with love and care. While there are countless ways to express your appreciation, giving flowers on Mother's Day has a special significance that transcends borders and cultures. In this blog, you will explore the deep-rooted symbolism and meaning behind Mother's Day flowers before you send gifts to cebu city.

1. A Time-Honored Tradition:

Giving blooms on Mother's Day is a custom that stretches back to the beginning of the 20th century.. Anna Jarvis, the founder of Mother's Day in the United States, believed that the carnation should be the official flower of the holiday, with white carnations symbolizing the purity and love of a mother. Since then, flowers have become an integral part of the celebration.

2. Expressing Love and Gratitude:

Flowers, with their beauty and fragrance, are a universal language of love. They convey emotions and sentiments in a way that words often cannot. Giving your mother a bouquet of her favorite blooms is a tangible expression of your love, appreciation, and gratitude for all she has done.

3. A Symbol of Nurturing and Care:

Just as flowers require nurturing and care to bloom, mothers nurture their children with love, care, and sacrifice. The act of giving flowers mirrors the nurturing role that mothers play in our lives. It's a reminder of the tenderness and warmth they provide.

4. Brightening Her Day:

Receiving a bouquet of fresh, vibrant flowers can instantly brighten a person's day. Mother's Day flowers not only serve as a beautiful gift but also bring a sense of joy, freshness, and positivity to your mother's home and heart.

5. A Gesture of Appreciation:

Mothers often put the needs and happiness of their children before their own. Mother's Day is an opportunity to shift the focus onto them and show appreciation for their selflessness. A carefully chosen bouquet of flowers to send mother’s day gifts to manila communicates that you recognize and cherish her sacrifices. In conclusion, Mother's Day flowers hold immense significance in honoring the incredible women who have shaped our lives.

They symbolize love, appreciation, and the enduring bond between mothers and their children. Whether it's a single rose, a bouquet of her favorite flowers, or a handpicked arrangement, the act of giving flowers on Mother's Day is a timeless and meaningful tradition that continues to brighten hearts and strengthen the connection between children and their mothers.

[ironroar]

The date had completely slipped her mind, only remembering when David had texted her. The man had said he'd gotten up early and made her a cake- and of course Flame immediately headed upstairs and had a piece. Because it was cake. Goddamn chocolate cake with caramel and buttercream- this was the only thing she's eating today. She'd decided that upon the first bite. By sundown, that cake will be gone.

Now, she's in the workshop, sitting at her desk and still snacking on a slice of cake when Recovery finally joins her.

She'd been analyzing the code Alpha had been able to pull from the secure server he'd been trying to get into for the past day and a half, trying to figure out who made the damn thing. Recovery was gentle as he began to run his fingers through her mane, slowly drawing her attention from her project to him.

It's a few moments of silence before Recovery finally speaks, quiet and hesitant; "Could Jarvis feel love?"

It was a surprising question to Flame, especially coming from Recovery. Alpha she could understand asking about Jarvis of all AI, but Recovery asking about Jarvis? "I imagine he did," Flame answers. "Familial love, at least." The feline adds as she turns around in her chair to face Recovery. "Why? What's on your mind?"

Recovery shakes his head and averts his gaze as he takes a small step back, body language that Flame would surely recognize. He's scared. "Just wondering." He dismisses quietly as he turns away. This was a terrible idea- he should just keep quiet-

"A better comparison would be to Vision." This stops Recovery in his tracks, just as his foot had hit the ground. "What do your files say about him?"

Recovery reads from the files he has on VIsion slowly, and Flame confirms everything with a nod. It's when he gets to the notes written by Tony about Vision that it starts to make sense to him why Flame had said Vision was a better comparison. Well, beyond the fact that he was also a highly advanced AI stuck in one body.

The android reads over the notes about Flame's relationship with Vision, as well as some key notes about Vision himself and his relationships with the rest of the team. "I'm pretty sure he had a thing going on with Wanda." Recovery reads to Flame before he slowly turned his head to look at her.

"They were together. I could tell when we were brought back." Flame explains gently. "She wanted to rip Thanos apart."

That... Sounded familiar.

That was the same thing Flame had said she wanted a few times after particularly bad nightmares. To rip Thanos apart. And Recovery knew Flame still loved Tony at the time of his death. She very likely still loves him now. ...And love would explain such an aggressive reaction.

...It would also explain why Flame had seemed to go back after the fight with Gabriel... She'd had the same depressive reaction to Recovery being harmed as she'd had to Tony. From refusing to eat and sleep to the nightmares... It all made sense.

Flame could tell something clicked in that metal mind of Recovery's, the way he was carrying himself shifting to be more confident than before. More sure of himself. And it reflected in his tone as well.

"I've been meaning to tell you something for a long time." The android admits, and Flame tilts her head slightly. He approaches again, standing in front of her and gently threading his fingers through the fur on her cheek. His fans kick on as she leans into his touch and closes her eyes for a moment.

Recovery couldn't help but stare at Flame in silence, even as she opened her eyes and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. She was just so beautiful, it was so easy to be captivated by her. It was only when she'd softly said his name that his focus returned, his other hand being lifted to cup Flame's other cheek.

"I think I love you." His words are hushed, just a touch unsure.

Flame stands slowly as Recovery's hands trail down her neck and rest upon her shoulders, her own hands gently smoothing over the plates that form his body to rest one hand upon his shoulder and the other upon the back of his neck. A guiding hand as she leads him to gently lean down closer to her.

Their faces were barely an inch apart, Recovery's fans kick on medium, anxiety eating away at his circuits. And then Flame finally speaks; a soft whisper filled with love. "I think I love you, too."

Fans kick on high, pale cyan eyes glow slightly brighter to mimic eyes widening in surprise. He knew that "think" was Stark's definition of the word. Flame didn't think. She knew. Metal hands slowly fall to rest on organic hips as Flame stood taller. Recovery was kind to her, leaned down just a bit closer to close the gap.

When Flame's lips met metal, sweet and gentle and loving, something within Recovery audibly clicked after his fans had kicked up one more time. Neither had known his fans had four speeds, but apparently they did, and apparently Flame's kiss had blown a fuse or something. Just after the click, Recovery's fans fell silent abruptly, his eyes flickered, and the android's legs gave out, falling to a knee with a loud metallic clang.

The feline did her best to help support Recovery, unable to help a soft laugh as she noticed he'd regained control of himself just as quickly as he'd lost it. The android remains down on one knee, internal fans having turned back on medium, and he buries his face in Flame's chest.

"I love you," Recovery says, this time with confidence, holding Flame close to him. The android continues to mutter words of love to Flame, the relief that had flooded his systems had given way to him rambling. Flame is similarly relieved, and she showed it by kissing Recovery wherever she could.

The pair eventually got themselves to rest in their nest of pillows and blankets, still holding each other close. Of course Recovery was still whispering words of adoration and praise, and in return Flame was still peppering kisses wherever she could while telling Recovery that she loved him too.

This is one hell of a birthday present.