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[jungwnies]

F1 GRID | proposals

୨ৎ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested) : he surprises you... with a ring.

୨ৎ : genre : romance & fluff ୨ৎ : tws : suggestive themes ୨ৎ : word count : 4586

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : a plead for more fluff, your prayer has been answered!

ʚ・max verstappen

“is it just me, or has max been acting weird lately?” you asked your friend as you absently fiddled with the hem of your jacket in the paddock. max was preparing for qualifying, and despite your effort to focus on the hum of activity around you, your thoughts kept circling back to him.

your friend shot you a curious look. “weird how? do you think he’s hiding something?”

you shrugged, letting out a small laugh to downplay your growing suspicion. “i don’t know… it’s not like he’s being distant or anything. he’s just been—antsy. like he’s waiting for something. it’s weird.”

your friend raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your overthinking. “maybe he is hiding something,” they teased. “or maybe you’re just overanalyzing.”

you huffed out a laugh, but the thought lingered.

later that evening, you met max for dinner at a cozy restaurant tucked away from the usual chaos of race weekends. the two of you had managed to carve out this little slice of normalcy amidst the whirlwind of his career, and you always treasured it.

but tonight, something felt different.

max was his usual self—sweet, attentive, and playful—but there was an edge to him, like he was holding his breath. you’d caught him glancing at you more than usual, his leg bouncing slightly under the table.

you set your glass down and decided to just ask. “alright, max, what’s going on? you’ve been acting—”

before you could finish, the lights in the restaurant suddenly dimmed.

“what the—?” you muttered, looking around in confusion as candles flickered to life on the table.

and then, from the shadows, a few familiar faces emerged—your closest friends, your family, all smiling warmly at you.

your breath caught. “what is happening?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you turned back to max.

but when your eyes met his, he was no longer sitting. he was kneeling.

“max…” you started, your heart pounding as he smiled up at you, his blue eyes shimmering with emotion.

“let me talk before you say anything,” he said with a soft laugh, his voice slightly shaky but full of warmth. “i know i’ve been weird lately—sorry about that. i’ve just been planning this day over and over in my head. i wanted it to be perfect because…”

he took a deep breath, and you saw the slightest tremor in his hands as he held out a small velvet box. “because i love you more than i can put into words. you’ve changed my life in ways i never thought possible, and i can’t imagine spending another moment without you by my side. so…”

he opened the box to reveal a stunning ring, and your eyes blurred with tears. “will you marry me?”

for a moment, all you could do was stare, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to process everything. and then, in true fashion, you couldn’t help but joke through the overwhelming emotion.

“max, get up. you’re embarrassing me!” you said, laughing through your tears.

he laughed too, his cheeks flushing. “let me finish my speech, will you?”

you nodded, still grinning as he continued.

“i’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. you’re my everything. my partner, my best friend, my world. i don’t care if this is embarrassing because i’d embarrass myself a thousand times over if it meant i could call you mine forever.”

his words hit you right in the heart, and by the time he asked again, “so, will you marry me?” you could barely get the words out through your tears.

“yes,” you whispered, then louder, “yes! of course!”

the room erupted into cheers as max stood, slipping the ring onto your finger before pulling you into his arms. he kissed you, softly at first, then with all the love and relief he’d been holding back.

as your friends and family gathered around to congratulate you, max leaned close to whisper in your ear, “i told you i wasn’t being weird for no reason.”

you laughed, leaning your forehead against his. “you’re still a little weird, but i love you anyway.”

and from the way he smiled at you, you knew this was just the beginning of forever.

ʚ・lewis hamilton

“let me take you to italy early,” lewis said, his warm brown eyes fixed on you as he tried to convince you. “we can explore the city together before i have to make my debut with ferrari. just us.”

you hesitated, glancing out the window at the familiar, cozy gray skies of home. “but my home is here, baby,” you murmured, your voice soft. “here in the uk.”

lewis reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “i know,” he said, giving you that boyish smile that always made your heart melt. “but this’ll be different. just one week, before the madness starts again. come on, let me steal you away.”

you sighed, knowing full well that he’d already won you over. “alright,” you relented, a small smile tugging at your lips. “but only because it’s you.”

the trip was nothing short of magical.

lewis took you through the heart of italy, weaving through cobblestone streets and picturesque piazzas, his excitement contagious. he made you try every local delicacy, promising it was “for the full experience,” and insisted on taking candid photos of you when you weren’t looking.

midweek, he brought you to the ferrari factory. his face lit up as he showed you around, the glint in his eyes a mix of pride and anticipation. watching him interact with the team, you couldn’t help but feel a swell of admiration for him, knowing how much this new chapter meant to him.

and then came the last night.

lewis had insisted you get your nails done that morning, though he was unusually cryptic about why. “just trust me,” he said with a wink before leaving you to pamper yourself. when you got back to the hotel, you found a stunning dress laid out on the bed, a handwritten note from him resting on top.

“wear this tonight. no questions. xx lewis”

dressed and ready, you stepped into the car he’d arranged, and after a short drive, you arrived at the most breathtaking spot. the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over a lush hillside. string lights twinkled softly above a blanket spread out on the grass, surrounded by candles. a picnic was perfectly arranged, and standing in the middle of it all was lewis, holding your favorite flowers.

“you look stunning,” he said, his voice low and full of admiration as you approached. he kissed your cheek before leading you to sit.

the evening was perfect—good food, laughter, and stories shared as the world seemed to fade away around you. but as the night settled into a quiet calm, lewis stood and gently pulled you to your feet.

your brows furrowed as you looked at him, but before you could say anything, he was already lowering himself onto one knee.

“lewis…” you whispered, your hand flying to your mouth as he pulled a small box from his pocket.

“i’ve been thinking about how to say this for weeks,” he began, his voice steady but full of emotion. “you’ve been my rock, my partner, my everything. through all the highs and lows, you’ve been there, and i don’t know how i ever got this lucky.

“joining ferrari, starting this new chapter—it’s exciting, but none of it matters without you by my side. you make me better in every way, and all i want is to spend the rest of my life with you, sharing every moment, every adventure, every quiet night.”

tears welled in your eyes as he opened the box, revealing a stunning ring that caught the flicker of the candlelight.

“so,” he said, his smile soft and nervous all at once, “will you marry me?”

for a moment, all you could do was stare at him, overwhelmed with love and disbelief. finally, you managed to nod, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“yes,” you whispered, your voice breaking before you said it again, louder this time. “yes, lewis. of course.”

he slipped the ring onto your finger, standing to pull you into his arms as you laughed through your tears. “i love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

and as you looked out over the beautiful italian countryside, wrapped in his arms, you knew this was the start of something even more incredible than you could’ve ever imagined.

ʚ・george russell

“you know,” you said, laughing as you took another bite of your lunch, “my friends keep saying the craziest thing lately.”

george glanced up from his plate, his blue eyes twinkling with curiosity. “oh? what have they been saying?”

“they keep telling me you’re going to propose to me,” you said, laughing even harder at the thought. “isn’t that wild?”

the laughter caught in your throat when george, mid-bite, choked on his food. his eyes widened slightly as he reached for his water, and you watched him with a raised brow.

“are you okay?” you asked, stifling a laugh.

once he recovered, he looked at you, a little too intently. “i mean… if i were going to propose, would you be mad?”

you tilted your head, smiling softly. “of course not, my love. but you’ve been so busy lately. i know you wouldn’t be planning something like that right now.”

george nodded, his expression unreadable. “right… of course.”

but something in his tone made you pause.

over the next few days, the idea seemed to follow you everywhere. your friends weren’t letting up, either.

“why would he ask you to get your nails done?” one of them asked pointedly.

“and your hair,” another chimed in. “he’s definitely planning something.”

you shook your head, laughing off their theories, though you couldn’t deny the tiniest flicker of curiosity. still, george had been acting a little… shady. subtle, but shady. you chalked it up to his usual busy schedule, brushing off the idea of anything more.

at least, until a few days later.

the beach was stunning, a secluded stretch of soft sand meeting endless waves that shimmered under the setting sun. you’d been surprised when george suggested a quiet getaway, just the two of you. he said it was to relax before the season picked up again, but something about the way he kept fidgeting had your nerves on edge.

as you walked along the shore, the golden light casting an ethereal glow, george suddenly stopped.

“wait,” he said, reaching for your hand.

you turned to him, your brows furrowing slightly. “what’s up?”

he smiled, a nervous but endearing smile, and before you could ask again, he was down on one knee.

your heart stopped.

“george,” you breathed, your voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

“alright,” he began, grinning up at you. “first off, i have to say, i cannot believe you didn’t catch on. you’re usually much more observant, love.”

your jaw dropped, half in shock and half in amusement. “you’re making fun of me now?”

he laughed, but his expression quickly softened. “i’m serious, though. i’ve been thinking about this moment for a long time. you’re my everything—my partner, my best friend, the person i want to spend every moment with. i love you more than i can put into words, and i can’t imagine life without you.”

tears welled in your eyes as he pulled out a small velvet box, revealing a sparkling ring.

“so,” he said, his voice steady and full of emotion, “will you marry me?”

for a moment, you just stared at him, overwhelmed by the weight of the moment. finally, you nodded, tears streaming down your face. “yes, george. of course, yes!”

he slipped the ring onto your finger before standing and wrapping you in his arms. you laughed, still in disbelief, as he pressed his lips to yours.

“i can’t believe you,” you said between laughs, your head resting against his chest. “you really planned all of this?”

“i did,” he said, smiling down at you. “and i’d do it a hundred times over just to see that look on your face.”

ʚ・carlos sainz

“hermosa, would you like to go out for dinner on friday?” carlos asked, his voice soft as you stood by the mirror, finishing up your nightly routine.

“dinner? on friday?” you repeated, slipping into bed beside him, a smile tugging at your lips. “i’d love to, amor.”

carlos leaned over, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead. “perfecto. the season starts soon, and i want to spend as much time as i can with you before it all gets busy again.”

you smiled, feeling your heart melt a little more—like it always did with him.

the days passed quickly, and soon friday arrived.

carlos, as always, had everything meticulously planned. he’d picked out your outfit—a stunning dress in your favorite color—and, true to his usual thoughtful self, made sure his suit coordinated perfectly. if you wore a red dress, carlos would find a way to incorporate red into his look, whether it was his tie, pocket square, or even the lining of his jacket. it was one of those little things that made him so uniquely him.

“you look breathtaking,” he said as he helped you into the car, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration.

“and you match,” you teased, running your hand along his lapel. “as always.”

he grinned, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “siempre,” he murmured.

dinner was perfect—an intimate table for two at a beautiful restaurant with warm candlelight and soft music in the background. carlos, ever the gentleman, kept his focus entirely on you, listening intently as you talked and making you laugh with his playful jokes.

but as the evening came to an end, something about his energy shifted. he seemed more nervous than usual, though he tried to play it off.

“let’s take a walk,” he suggested as you both stepped outside.

the air was cool, the streetlights casting a golden glow over the cobblestone street. you didn’t think much of it until carlos suddenly stopped in front of the restaurant, turning to face you.

“carlos?” you asked, confused as he reached for your hands.

his dark eyes met yours, filled with an emotion so raw it took your breath away. “hermosa,” he started, his voice a little unsteady. “there’s something i’ve been wanting to say for a long time now.”

before you could process what was happening, he was down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box from his pocket.

gasps and murmurs rose from the small crowd of onlookers nearby, but all you could focus on was him.

“i love you,” carlos said, his voice stronger now, filled with certainty. “i love everything about you—your laugh, your quirks, the way you care so deeply for the people around you. i love how you notice the little things, how you make every day feel special just by being in it. and i want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me.”

tears welled in your eyes as he opened the box, revealing a ring that sparkled even in the dim light.

“will you marry me?” he asked, his gaze never leaving yours.

for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. and then, with a tearful laugh, you nodded.

“yes, carlos,” you whispered, your voice shaky but sure. “of course, yes!”

cheers erupted around you as he slid the ring onto your finger and stood, pulling you into his arms. he kissed you deeply, his smile pressed against your lips.

“you had one choice,” he teased quietly, a playful glint in his eyes.

“and it was the right one,” you replied, grinning through your tears.

as he held you close, you couldn’t help but think about how every little detail he cared about, every thoughtful gesture, every look, and every word all came together to make this moment so perfectly, beautifully carlos.

ʚ・charles leclerc

“ma chérie, you look beautiful,” charles said with a soft smile as he grabbed your hand and spun you gently, making your dress twirl. he leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear before planting a playful kiss on your neck. “but you’d look better with it off,” he teased, his voice low and flirtatious.

your jaw dropped in mock offense as you lightly smacked his chest. “charles!” you laughed, shaking your head. “keep it in your pants, baby.”

he laughed, his green eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled you into his arms. “are you ready to be on the yacht for the first time since we’ve been back in monaco?”

you nodded eagerly, your smile wide. “of course i am. there’s nothing better than being with you on the sea.”

charles smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “je t’aime.”

“i love you too, amore,” you replied softly, leaning into him.

the two of you headed to the yacht, the sun casting a golden glow over the sparkling water. when you arrived, the crew greeted you warmly, and the yacht began to drift away from the dock, leaving monaco’s skyline behind.

charles took your hand, leading you up to the second level. as you stepped onto the deck, you gasped. a beautifully set candlelit table awaited, complete with a chilled bottle of wine and a server standing by. the soft glow of the candles reflected off the water, creating a magical ambiance.

“charles,” you breathed, looking around in awe. “what is this?”

he smiled, his gaze full of adoration. “i thought you deserved to be spoiled, ma chérie. it’s been too long since we’ve had time like this together.”

he pulled out your chair, helping you settle in before taking his own seat across from you.

“charles, this is really beautiful,” you said, your voice full of gratitude.

“anything for you, cherie,” he replied, his accent making the words sound even sweeter.

dinner was perfect, the two of you sharing laughs, stories, and heartfelt conversation. charles seemed especially thoughtful, his gaze lingering on you more than usual.

after the last course, he shifted in his chair, his demeanor becoming more serious yet still soft. “you know,” he began, his tone quieter, “being with you has been the best part of my life. i know i’ve been busy, and sometimes i’m not always there as much as i should be.”

you tilted your head, confused by the sudden shift in conversation. “charles, what’s going on?”

he stood up slowly, reaching into his pocket. your heart began to race as he pulled out a small velvet box, his fingers trembling slightly.

“mon amour,” he said, dropping to one knee in front of you.

your hand flew to your mouth as tears welled in your eyes.

“i’ve thought about this moment every day,” he continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “i love everything about you—your quirks, the little things you do when you think no one is watching, the way you make me feel like the luckiest man alive just by being by my side. i love your flaws, your strengths, all of it. it’s everything i’ve ever wanted in my life, forever.”

your tears spilled over as he opened the box, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that sparkled even in the candlelight.

“i want to spend the rest of my life with you, cherie. will you marry me?”

for a moment, you were too overwhelmed to speak, your emotions taking over. finally, you nodded, laughing through your tears. “yes, charles. yes, of course!”

the smile that broke across his face was brighter than the stars above as he slipped the ring onto your finger. he stood, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply, your tears mixing with his own.

“i love you,” he whispered, holding you close as the yacht gently swayed with the waves.

“i love you too,” you replied, your heart full to bursting.

and as you stood there together, the sea stretching endlessly around you, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be—with charles, forever.

ʚ・lando norris

“lando, you’re being so distant. like, what is your issue?” you asked, crossing your arms as you sat in the passenger seat, watching him grip the wheel a little tighter than usual.

“it’s nothing, i promise,” he replied quickly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

but you couldn’t help the way your mind spiraled. “are you cheating on me?” you blurted out, your voice sharp and accusing.

lando slammed on the brakes, pulling the car over abruptly. he turned to you, his wide eyes filled with disbelief. “cheating on you? are you serious right now?”

“well, then why are you acting so weird!” you fired back, feeling frustration bubble over.

“i’m not cheating on you,” he said firmly. “and stop saying such irrational things before i crash the car!”

you huffed, crossing your arms tighter as he merged back onto the road. the tension hung thick in the air, but there was something about his tone that made you pause—he wasn’t just annoyed; he seemed… nervous.

after a few more silent minutes, the car pulled up to a secluded garden bathed in golden afternoon light. you frowned, glancing around.

“where are we?” you asked, the irritation in your voice softening as you took in the beauty of the place.

lando parked and stepped out, rushing around to open your door. he offered you his hand, and though you hesitated, you took it.

as you stepped into the garden, the feeling in your chest shifted. it was just the two of you—no other people, no distractions. the air was fragrant with blooming flowers, and butterflies flitted lazily in the sunlight.

your stomach fluttered as you glanced at lando, who was unusually quiet. he scratched the back of his neck, his signature nervous tell. that’s when it hit you—this wasn’t just a random outing.

“lando…” you started, your voice softer now.

but before you could finish, he turned to you, his cheeks flushed. “look, i know i’ve been acting weird,” he admitted, running a hand through his messy hair. “and i’m sorry. it’s just… i’ve been planning this for weeks, and i was so nervous i’d mess it up.”

you blinked, your heart pounding as he dropped to one knee, pulling a small box from his jacket pocket.

your hand flew to your mouth as your suspicions were confirmed, and a wave of emotions hit you all at once.

“i love you,” lando began, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “more than anything. you’ve been with me through everything—the ups, the downs, the crazy schedules, the late-night arguments about absolutely nothing.” he let out a nervous laugh, and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“you’ve seen the best and the worst of me, and somehow, you still choose to love me. i don’t want to imagine my life without you in it. so, here i am, asking you to make it official.”

he opened the box, revealing a ring that sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight.

“will you marry me?” he asked, his voice soft, almost vulnerable.

you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling as you nodded. “yes, of course, yes!”

lando let out a breath he’d clearly been holding, slipping the ring onto your finger before standing and pulling you into a tight hug.

“i can’t believe you thought i was cheating on you,” he teased, his playful smirk returning as he kissed your temple.

“well, you were acting suspicious!” you shot back, laughing through your tears.

he chuckled, holding you close. “yeah, because i was scared out of my mind. do you know how hard it is to hide something this big from you? you’re nosy.”

you swatted at him lightly, grinning. “i’m observant.”

“sure you are,” he teased, leaning down to kiss you again.

and in that quiet, magical garden, with the sunlight casting a golden glow around you, everything felt absolutely perfect.

ʚ・oscar piastri

the great barrier reef had always been a dream of yours—a place you’d talked about endlessly. and, being the proud australian that he was, oscar had promised to take you the moment the season ended. true to his word, here you were, surrounded by vibrant coral and schools of colorful fish, the water shimmering like a painting brought to life.

oscar had gone all out, arranging a private guide and setting up everything to ensure the trip was perfect for just the two of you. it felt special, even more magical than you’d imagined.

after a long snorkeling session with the guide, you emerged from the water, still adjusting your snorkel mask as droplets streamed down your face. you caught sight of oscar standing on the sand, waiting for you.

but something was different.

your heart skipped a beat as you noticed him—barefoot, dressed in a loose white button-up and tailored shorts that made him look effortlessly handsome, his usual chill vibe intact. the sun cast a golden glow over the scene, and your breath caught when you realized he wasn’t just standing there.

he was on one knee.

your hands instinctively went to your snorkel mask as if to tear it off, realizing you were standing there in a dripping swimsuit, goggles pushed awkwardly onto your forehead, and hair probably a complete mess.

“wait… what are you doing?” you stammered, feeling your cheeks burn despite the cool ocean breeze.

oscar grinned, his calm demeanor never faltering. “what does it look like i’m doing?” he teased lightly. “just wait—don’t touch the mask. you look perfect.”

“perfect?” you let out a half-hysterical laugh, glancing down at yourself. “oscar, i look ridiculous!”

but he shook his head, his eyes soft and full of adoration. “no, you don’t. you look like you. authentic. beautiful.” he took a deep breath, his fingers curling tightly around a small box in his hand.

“being with you has made my life so much better,” he began, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “you’ve made even the craziest, busiest days feel worth it. and i knew this was where i wanted to do this because it’s so… us. a little chaotic, but amazing.”

tears stung your eyes as the reality of the moment hit you.

“i want to spend my life with you,” oscar continued, his usual calm exterior cracking just enough for you to see the emotion behind his words. “snorkel masks, messy hair, and all. so… will you marry me?”

you couldn’t help but laugh through your tears, nodding fervently. “yes! of course, yes!”

oscar slipped the ring onto your finger before standing and pulling you into his arms, the warmth of his embrace grounding you as you tried to process the whirlwind of emotions.

“you know,” you sniffled, “i can’t believe you proposed to me when i looked like this.”

oscar chuckled, brushing a strand of wet hair from your face. “i wanted it to be real. and let’s be honest, you’d never let me live it down if i’d done something boring or predictable.”

“well, you’re right about that,” you teased, your grin wide as you leaned in to kiss him.

“besides,” he added, his tone playful now, “even with a snorkel mask on, you’re still the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen.”

you rolled your eyes, laughing, but you couldn’t deny that this moment, messy and perfectly imperfect, was so perfectly you two.

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Valentines Day with Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

Each detail had to be perfect.

Vil deserved nothing more than perfection and, thinking about the standards your lover set, would not accept a sloppy presentation at the most romantic time of year. You had put careful consideration into the dinner date you planned, jumping from casual to elegant to a comfortable in-between—you knew Vil would be content even if you didn’t rent out an entire restaurant for the sake of being alone, and that he’d probably even prefer a set up in the comfort of your own home.

He had given you the details on the outfit he planned to wear on your date, allowing you to plan yours accordingly. His outfit was perfect for a romantic candlelit dinner, with perhaps a few extra candles burning bright in the background so you could admire his pretty face properly. It should be considered a sin to bring Vil somewhere that wasn’t well-lit, the only exception being movie premieres where you got to admire him on the big screen instead (while he sat next to you, fingers laced with your own).

Rook Hunt:

If anything, Rook knew how to surprise you.

You suspected he was up to something when his lips stayed zipped about your Valentine’s plans, even when you poked and prodded. He seemed amused at your attempts, placating you with gentle kisses all over your face as an adequate distraction before your mind wandered from the topic entirely. He knew your reaction would be worth the secrecy, and it’s not as though he wasn’t an expert at keeping secrets.

There’s fireworks going off in the sky and your heart as you see the special midnight picnic all for you, in an area he had scouted out that had a perfect view of the moon. He had, of course, gathered all your favorites, even bringing along an extra jacket should you get cold. He seemed pleased with himself but you know the night had just begun, and Rook had more than a few more surprises up his sleeves.

Epel Felmier:

Epel was at a loss.

He knew the general gist of Valentine’s Day, but he had never had a significant other at the time, and had otherwise ignored the lovey dovey behavior that surrounded him. If he was being honest it felt a little sickening to constantly show off your love with bigger and more expensive gifts, rather than doing something that came from the heart. His grandparents always spent the entire day together, baking or carving or doing some other activity that felt more exciting when you did it with the person you loved.

That’s all he wanted to do with you, enjoy the day together but he feels the pressure of coming up with a plan. Just expecting you to lead him around was uncool and unmanly, neither of which Epel could be on a holiday like this. He settled on baking together, hoping you’d see the romance in the idea of family tradition and love inspired by simplicity.

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✞⛧ (More) Vi dating headcanons ✞⛧

✞⛧ Vi is notoriously bad at maintaining a healthy sleep schedule. If she’s obsessing over a problem or working herself into the ground, you often have to physically pull her to bed. She’s stubborn but secretly loves when you care enough to do it.

✞⛧ Vi’s not great with plants—she over-waters them or forgets entirely. But if you’re into it, she’ll help you pick some out and even pretend she knows what she’s doing to impress you.

✞⛧ Pets, though, are a different story. Vi would bond instantly with a scrappy stray dog or a mischievous cat, seeing herself in their rough edges. She’d bring one home without asking, with some excuse like, “He followed me. Guess he’s ours now.”

✞⛧ Vi prefers showers—quick, efficient, and no-nonsense—but she’ll linger if you’re with her. She loves scrubbing your hair or pressing her lips against the back of your neck under the warm spray.

✞⛧ Baths aren’t really her thing, but if you’re into them, she’ll begrudgingly join, claiming, “This is ridiculous,” even as she sneaks an arm around your waist.

✞⛧ Vi is surprisingly low maintenance, but she’s the one doing all the maintenance for you. She’s protective and attentive to the point of being a little overbearing, constantly checking if you’re okay.

✞⛧ You might be higher maintenance in some ways (maybe emotionally or with small comforts), but Vi doesn’t mind at all. She thrives on taking care of you, even if she grumbles.

✞⛧ Dating Vi is like dating a firework: she’s intense, bold, and unpredictable, but she always lights up your world in the best way.

✞⛧ Vi loves surprises—both giving and receiving. She’ll randomly whisk you away to explore Zaun’s hidden gems or bring you a cool trinket she found while out.

✞⛧ Her idea of romance isn’t overly traditional. Candlelit dinners? Probably not her style. But a rooftop picnic overlooking Piltover’s skyline? Absolutely.

✞⛧ When she does try to be romantic, it’s often in her own clumsy way. She might fumble her words or get embarrassed, but it only makes her sweeter.

✞⛧ Vi’s hot-headed and stubborn, so arguments can get intense. She’s not afraid to stand her ground, but she’ll always come back to you once she’s cooled off.

✞⛧ She hates feeling like she’s let you down and will go out of her way to make things right, even if it means swallowing her pride.

✞⛧ If you’re upset with her, she’ll try to fix it immediately. She can’t stand the thought of you being mad at her for too long.

✞⛧ Vi loves spending time with you doing low-key activities, like lounging on the couch or working out together. She’ll get competitive but will always let you win (sometimes).

✞⛧ She’ll teach you how to fight if you want to learn. It starts as a fun sparring session but quickly devolves into her trying to pin you down just to fluster you.

✞⛧ Vi likes to take you on adventures—rooftop runs, sneaking into Piltover for a night out, or even just exploring the Lanes. Every outing with her feels like an adrenaline rush.

✞⛧ She’s surprisingly domestic when she’s with you. If you’re having a bad day, she’ll clean up around the house, cook (terribly, but it’s the thought that counts), or just sit and hold you until you feel better.

✞⛧ Vi is incredibly touchy. Whether it’s holding your hand, resting her arm around your shoulders, or pulling you into her lap, she loves having you close.

✞⛧ Her favorite way to unwind after a long day is cuddling with you. She’ll lie on the couch with you sprawled across her chest, playing with your hair or rubbing your back.

✞⛧ She’s not shy about PDA. She wants everyone to know you’re hers and won’t hesitate to kiss you in public or throw an arm around your waist.

✞⛧ Vi melts when you kiss her scars or tell her how much you love her. It’s one of the few times she’s at a loss for words.

✞⛧ Vi has an adorable soft side that only comes out around you. She’ll grumble if you point it out, but she secretly loves it when you make her feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

✞⛧ She’s great at hyping you up. Whether you’re nervous about something or just feeling down, Vi’s always there to remind you how amazing you are.

✞⛧ She doesn’t need grand gestures or fancy gifts. Just knowing you love her is enough to make her the happiest girl in Zaun.

Nsfw:

✞⛧ Vi’s the initiator most of the time, whether it’s date nights, spontaneous adventures, or more intimate moments. She’s bold and thrives on taking charge.

✞⛧ However, she adores when you surprise her with ideas or take the lead. It’s rare to catch her off guard, so she’s impressed when you do.

✞⛧ Vi likes control and dominance in intimate moments, so if you lean toward topping her, there might be some playful power struggles. She’s open to compromise but gets frustrated if she feels her dominance is being challenged too often.

✞⛧ Vi’s protective instincts might make her resistant to anything that looks like risk or danger, even if it’s consensual (e.g., choking or restraint). You’d have to build trust for her to feel comfortable with it.

✞⛧ Vi’s a thrill-seeker, so she’d totally be down for something risky—like a quickie in the back of her favorite underground fighting ring after everyone’s gone or in some dark, forgotten alley in Zaun.

✞⛧ The oddest place might be on a rooftop overlooking Piltover, under the stars. Something about the combination of danger and intimacy excites her.

✞⛧ Vi loves positions where she can be in control, like pinning you against the wall or holding your wrists down while hovering above you.

✞⛧ She also enjoys more intimate positions like sitting on her lap, where she can hold you close and make eye contact.

✞⛧ Vi is naturally a dom/top. She thrives on control and loves the confidence boost of making you melt under her.

✞⛧ That said, she’s not entirely opposed to switching in rare, vulnerable moments. It takes a lot of trust for her to relinquish control, but if she does, it’s incredibly meaningful.

✞⛧Her clit is highly sensitive, and while she loves direct stimulation, she can get overstimulated quickly. She prefers a gradual build-up or mixing roughness with tenderness.

✞⛧ Vi is highly responsive to touch. She doesn’t hold back on showing when she’s enjoying something—moaning, growling, or letting out shaky breaths depending on the intensity.

✞⛧ Her neck and jawline are sensitive—kiss or bite there, and you’ll have her blushing or growling in seconds.

✞⛧ Vi also loves when you run your fingers down her scars or trace her tattoos. It makes her feel seen and loved in ways words can’t describe.

Quickest turn-ons? Immediate turn-offs?

✞⛧ Quick turn-ons: When you get feisty or challenge her, especially if you’re usually reserved. She loves seeing your confidence shine. Whispering something suggestive in her ear will also light a fire in her.

✞⛧ Immediate turn-offs: Dishonesty or manipulation. Vi values loyalty and trust above all else, and anything that feels fake or forced will kill the mood instantly.

✞⛧ Vi is deeply comfortable with her body and doesn’t put on airs. She doesn’t shy away from being naked around you, casually walking around or getting dressed without hesitation.

✞⛧Vi is surprisingly sweet after intimate moments, gently checking in with you to make sure you’re okay. She’s the type to make a joke like, “Still alive? That good, huh?” but follows it up by pulling you close or grabbing a warm towel for you.

✞⛧ Vi has a narrow, muscular waist with defined abs. Her hips are lean, not very pronounced, but still strong and firm from constant movement and training.

✞⛧ She’s comfortable with her figure and never feels the need to conform to traditional feminine beauty standards. If anything, she takes pride in her strong, compact build.

✞⛧ She loves when you trace her abs or rest your head on her stomach—it makes her feel appreciated for her strength in a softer, more intimate way.

✞⛧ Vi doesn’t give much thought to to her ass, but if you compliment or grab it, she’ll smirk and make a cheeky comment, like, “You like what you see, huh?”

✞⛧ Vi likely has smaller to medium-sized breasts due to her athletic build and lifestyle. They’re firm and well-supported by her strong chest muscles from years of fighting and physical activity.

✞⛧ She doesn’t pay much attention to them outside of practical needs. Sports bras are her go-to for comfort and functionality. Anything overly frilly or lacy would make her roll her eyes unless it’s for your amusement.

[daydreamabout]

Over the Radio [Tim Bradford Imagine]

Summary: It is the usual teasing between Tim and you, except for the fact that the others can hear you.

It was another usual day at the LAPD precinct. Tim Bradford sat at his desk, his brows furrowed as he studied a case file. The office buzzed with the low hum of activity—officers coming and going, papers shuffling, phones ringing. But for Tim, it was all white noise. He was focused, determined, and as always, his serious demeanor made him stand out from the others.

Across the room, Y/N sat with a cup of coffee, her feet kicked up on the edge of her desk. She was the opposite of Tim—soft-spoken, quirky, and often surprising people with her sharp wit. The two of them had been partners for a while now, and while they kept things strictly professional on the surface, there was an undeniable connection between them. One that neither of them had been willing to fully acknowledge, at least not out loud.

"Tim," Y/N called, her voice light and teasing. "You ever consider cracking a smile? I mean, I'm pretty sure it’s still in there somewhere."

He didn’t even look up, instead huffed in that way he always did when she pushed his buttons. "I’ll smile when you stop talking."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair. "Ah, so it’s my fault you're perpetually grumpy, huh?"

"You know I don't have time for small talk," Tim replied, still buried in paperwork.

She smirked. "Right. Small talk. That’s totally it."

The radio buzzed suddenly, interrupting their banter. "Unit 57, we’ve got a 10-31 in progress at 5th and Meryl. Need backup. Over."

Y/N grabbed the mic without hesitation. "Unit 57 here, we're on it. Tim, you ready for some action?" Her voice was light and easy, the same tone she used to tease him.

Tim’s response was clipped as usual. "Always."

As they headed out to the car, their usual routine fell into place. Y/N hopped into the passenger seat, and Tim slid into the driver’s side, his focus instantly shifting to the road ahead. He wasn’t much of a talker while driving, but Y/N, ever the one to fill the silence, couldn’t resist a little playful commentary.

"You ever think about how weird it is we’re partners? I mean, I’m all sunshine and sarcasm, and you’re… well, you." She paused, glancing at him. "A grumpy, well-dressed tornado of intensity."

Tim’s lips twitched. "I’m not grumpy."

She shot him a look, her playful smile never fading. "Uh-huh. And I’m totally not secretly a sarcastic genius."

He let out a small sigh, trying to suppress the amusement that was fighting its way through. "Sure, whatever."

As they reached their destination, Tim parked the car, still holding onto his usual stoic expression. But as they prepared to exit, Y/N couldn’t resist one more jab.

"You know, if I were a betting woman," she said, as he adjusted his gear, "I’d say you’ve got a soft spot for me under that tough-guy exterior."

Tim shot her a look that was half-impressed, half-exasperated. "You’re delusional."

Just as they were getting ready to move, the radio crackled loudly, startling them both. But something was off—the sound was far too clear and continuous, like the mic was stuck on.

"Unit 57, you two getting cozy in there or what?" Angela’s voice came through the radio, her tone amused but sharp. "Because from where I’m sitting, it sounds like a whole lot of flirting going on over the radio."

Tim’s eyes widened in mild panic, his face turning a shade of red that was rare for him. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, quickly reaching to adjust the mic, but Y/N was faster. "Uh, I think... I think the mic’s stuck," she whispered, her voice laced with a mix of disbelief and amusement. She tried pushing the button to no avail. Angela’s laughter crackled through the speaker again. "Yeah, it sounds like you two have a lot to discuss on the airwaves. Maybe I should be worried, huh?"

"Nah, we’re just discussing the fine art of sarcasm, Angela. Don’t you worry your little head,"Tim spoke up.

Angela’s laughter echoed over the radio. "Uh-huh, sure. Just make sure that fine art doesn't get you two in trouble when we’re out on the field. Keep it professional, lovebirds."

Tim gritted his teeth, but Y/N couldn’t help herself—she leaned over and whispered, her voice low but teasing, "I think we’ve officially been outed."

Tim shot her a look, his usual seriousness battling with the growing warmth creeping up his neck. "This isn't funny."

Y/N leaned back in her seat, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I think it’s hilarious."

The radio crackled again, this time Angela’s voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Seriously, though, Tim, you better be careful. I can hear the smile in your voice, and we both know that’s a dangerous thing."

Y/N snickered, and Tim tried his best to hide the slight grin threatening to break through his mask of composure. But despite himself, he couldn’t help it.

"Just focus on the case, Angela," he said, his voice still sharp but with a hint of amusement that hadn’t been there before. He glanced at Y/N, who was grinning like she’d just won a small victory. "You too, Y/N. Keep it together."

But Y/N just shrugged, the glint of playful rebellion still dancing in her eyes. "What can I say? I’m just making sure the day stays interesting."

As they headed toward the scene, the tension between them remained palpable, but now there was a new, unspoken understanding hanging in the air—one that neither of them was ready to acknowledge out loud. Yet.

[shanefuckingscott]

soft awkward and silly Sevika 🦾

Imagine, Sevika being all soft, silly and awkward around you. 🦾

(Probably a part 2-ish of Sevika headcanons, but she's all cutesy here, even though she already is)

Look at her, she's just a baby. 😍🦾

Warning: Cute Sevika, slightly suggestive, probably ooc, but you'll prolly still read, BARELY PROOFREAD.

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

Even though Sevika is all serious and shit to keep up with her reputation in Zaun as the "Scary lady", she can actually get really silly and awkward when she's comfortable around you to. Or when she feels close to you.

First time you encounter this side of Sevika, you were working as a bar maid in the last drop. You and her were already actively flirting with each other for a good while, so she's starting to loosen up around you.

You were handing out drinks to people, and walking towards her table, when suddenly, you trip over nothing, and nearly fall.

Sevika catches you in time, though, and your, and the drinks in your hand were in safe hands, although it spilled a little on your shirt. You were wearing a white top, and it was see through.

She stares at your chest for awhile, and your face heats up. She snaps out of it, and her eyes are wide, when she realizes hoe obvious she was. So to defend herself, she made a joke of how clumsy you are, but you can still see a dark shade of red on her cheeks that night. You thought it was cute.

The second time, was when you were laughing at something she said, and she just paused to look at your face to admire you, and then tucked your hair behind you ears. You were surprised, so she snapped out of it, and hid her face, while she was looking down at the drink on her hand. You giggle at her, and she's even shyer now. She just furrowed her eyebrows, and called you an idiot. You know it's just her defense mechanism though, but you don't push her about it, and you jusy giggle ay her.

She CANNOT stop looking at you while you work. The way you carry yourself, the way you smile, your bubbly personality. But she HATES it when you get too bubbly with someone.

Secretly threatens people who flirt with you, or look at you a little too much, but she doesn't tell you. You only find out, when Theiram accidentally ratted her out, and let's just say she was real quiet after that.

(She still does threaten them, but she threatened Theiram too, so no you don't know a thing)

She's actually really sweet. She'd give you sweets on your break, since she know you like them, and sweets are usually hard to find in Zaun, so when she goes to Topside for business, she'd often stop at a candy store to buy you whatever candies you like.

Will pause her games just to talk to you on your free time. She likes you alot, but she's still mustering up the courage to ask you out.

You beat her to it though, when you hang out with her outside of work, and she's awestruck for like a solid 30 seconds, before picking herself up, and smilimg to her self. "Alright then, pick you up at 7?" she asks, and you laugh at her, and answer "But I asked YOU out!" She rolls her eyes, and calls you an idiot again, and then comes to you hours at exactly 7pm.

Your first date with her, you guys just went to Jericho's and she looked so hot eating, tbh, and it got you all flustered, and honestly, a little wet.

You wipe her mouth with a tissue, and she just froze up, and looked at you, before hiding face again, and blushed.

You offered to pay, ot even 50/50, but she took your purse/wallet, when you werent looking, and beat you to it.

You guys were flirting and laughing the whole way home, and you were both blushing messes.

Sevika's surprisingly giggly, and soft once you get to know her. She had her moments of dominance, and assertiveness, specially when she has negotiations, and over all just everyday, but, there's moments with you that she just kinda let's her walls down a bit.

She has that soft look in her eye, that little sparkle sometimes, that only sometimes occurs, but, lately, you've been seeing it alot in her eyes. You notice her little imperfections that make her perfect. Her Uneven lips, her gapped teeth, her scars, everything that she told you she hated about herself, all of it was perfect in your eyes. And you never failed to tell her how perfect she is to you, you'd always see her face light up a little bit, but she always tried to hide it. Unsuccessfully, though.

When you got to your apartment, you guys stood there for a bit, and you thank her. She just looks at you, and rubs the back of her neck, and says it's no biggie. And she looks at you.

You pull her into a kiss, it all happens so quick. One minute, you were awkwardly flirting with her, and the next, you're making out with her. She, doesn't kiss you back just yet, she's still processing what's happening. You suddenly realize she was all tense, and she wasn't kissing you back, so you pull away.

"O-oh my, I'm so sorry, I thought—" She pulls you back in, in a much deeper, and passionate kiss. You peak through your eyes, to see her eyebrows are furrowed her eyes intensely closed, and she has a faint bush on her cheeks and ears.

You hungrily kiss each other, and wish you could stay like that forever, but unfortunately, you still both need to breathe. She cups your cheeks, and she looks in your eyes. You smile at her, and touch her chest, "I love you, Sevika, you know that?" You confess to her, while still catching your breath. She softens her gaze, and blinks at you, and under her breath, she lets out a quiet,

"I love you too."

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I actually don't know the direction where this fic is going, I just felt like writing something about Sevika, heh, but you made it that far. 😉

[bakdbfi]

This chapter was a fucking soap opera

Spoilersand rambling because yeah

Poor thoma realized he can't have more than one boyfriend. IT WAS A BITCH ASS MOVE TO CUT OFF THE CHAPTER AT THIS PART! WE KNOW THEY Aren't GONNA SHOW US ANY OF THIS AND ITS GONNA BE SOME OFF SCREEN BULLSHIT

They did it with the festival thing, they did it with apparently us comforting lyca and they're gonna do it again here I BET MONEY ON IT.

I'm kinda worried about Jin's mental health, it's already not the best but now he's under the assumption that one of his closest allies has been lying to him this entire time no wonder he was barely in this chapter I'd be pretty fucked up too. Jin isn't close to legit anyone else besides Thoma and we see the way he gets treated.

Leo being a bitch is normal but HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KEEP DOING SHIT LIKE THIS!? WHO DOES HE KNOW!?

He met Thoma once or twice and immediately finds some fucking dirt on him , what are his connections or is he simply that spiteful? Does get some form of dirt on everyone he talks to? I wouldn't doubt it but dang

So how do we feel about kaitos Grandma... It's giving kinda abusive. That's all I have to say

NGL when I met the princess I thought her whole motivation was gonna be that she wanted Jin to notice her or sum shit.

He's the only reason she came to Japan

She immediately rushes to greet him

Refuse to dance with any other man

Learn Japanese just for jin

The dullian tried to attack PC (a woman who's close to Jin)

They were planning on moving her to darwick. (Guess who's also at darwick)

I really thought it was gonna be some yandere shit and this was a ploy to get Jin in someway especially since they talked about it in the earlier chapters. One of those if I can't have him nobody can but I'm pleasantly surprised.

Someone give my girl a hug , it's already bad enough that the characters and plot have to remind her she's getting closer to dying with every month and I got say she's handling it better than me

She's trying her best to help and I really do wish they gave her a more active role. Let her find some shit while investigating! Let her solve a case before the ghouls figure out. I'm glad she was able to have a little part but come on y'all can do more than she got a text from Jin and she showed Thoma.

The chapters are getting so small

Okay I think I got all out of my system.

[tech-luver]

Part 1 here

Ranking (some more of) the LL crew based on who would let you take a nap on them and how comfy that nap would be (Part 2):

Perceptor: 7/10 Good shoulders to sleep on and works in (and prefers) quiet environments like his lab and the main navigation area of the ship. Prepare for loud interruptions if Brainstorm feels like continuing his one-sided competition with the bot. Although, if Perceptor doesn't feel like entertaining him, he may use you as an excuse to shoo him away. Tolerates your presence and checks on you every now and then but nothing more. Would ramble to you about maths and science if you ask, which is great white noise for falling asleep, unless you're actually interested.

Chromedome: 6/10 Hm, ok, a little skinny but you could try his big ass shoulders? It would leave you pretty exposed… maybe we just go with the cradled like a baby option here. Allows it but you better not be giving Rewind any ideas, his arms are going to get so tired otherwise. Will speak in a hushed way but won't stop other people from speaking regularly, only if they get too loud. May tap or stroke along your spine absentmindedly. He found that keeping his servos active helps when he feels that pull to perform mneumosurgery, that repetitive motion is now just something he does whenever.

Rewind: 7/10 Actually not too bad, you have a chance with his shoulders unlike the other minibots but he would probably prefer holding you so there isn't a possibility of you sliding off. Moves around the ship a lot but prefers quieter spaces. Would ask if he can record you sleeping for "the preservation of historic cultural exchange between cybertronians and humans!" It is a genuine reason of his, but he doesn't mention the fact it's also cuz he thinks you're very cute dozing on him. It's a funny/sweet thought that there may be a recording of you sleeping on a minibot that exists thousands if not millions of years after you are gone.

Nautica: 4/10 I know she's sleek but I think it's doable to rest on her shoulders, might want to keep away from those propeller wings of hers but they don't seem to move much. Not excited about it, she cares about your well-being but it would feel like she's just babysitting you which isn't fun. Also, she wants to be up and at 'em with her science gang! But if the gang is chilling then, hey, she'll allow it, why not? Once they're off again she'll gently hand you over to another willing bot with a quick, whispered "Sorry!"

Velocity: 9/10 Again, sleek but doable, especially cuz she approaches your health with such a lovely intensity. If she can help the only human on-board feel a little more welcome whilst also benefitting their health, that's a double win in her book. Tell her if you need any sleep aids, she'd love to learn about how humans sleep and how to specifically aid you! Probably feels the most guilty out of all the medics about their lack of understanding on organic medicine so you asking to nap kinda helps her with that. Will try to be quiet but she is a doctor and won't ignore other patients.

Ravage: 0/10 lol no, he has disappeared before you can even ask. First of all, there's nowhere to sleep, laying on his back isn't an option cuz he won't sacrifice his movement for some human and you can't be held by him (no, not even in his jaw, getting dragged around like a sack of potatoes is not relaxing). Second of all, there's some prejudice against organics he needs to work on and even after all that, he isn't a cuddly kitty. So go on, keep pestering him, if you're persistent enough you might earn some cool new scars!

First Aid: 7/10 He'll let it happen, not too fussed. Definitely watches you as you sleep but it's for research, he swears! Very interested in how the human sleep cycle is different and/or similar to cybertronian recharge so don't be surprised if you wake up and the glow of his giant visor is the first thing you see. He is another medic, which means another fairly loud environment of bots being put back together. First Aid is quiet by himself but any noise caused by patients or fellow doctors he's going to assume you're fine with, why would you sleep on a medic if you weren't?

Riptide: 5/10 I spent a little too long staring at this guys shoulder plating and its still a maybe on if you could stay in one place. His back fin things would be great to sit against! However, if you can only nap laying down then there would be some difficulty. He would let you up without an issue, just helping a little guy have a little recharge, but he would 100% forget you are up there. Prepare to go flying. Or maybe just tie yourself to one of his plates. Other people would have to point out that you're on his shoulder when he gets that feeling of "Wait, I'm meant to be doing something for the human…"

Skids: 8/10 Chill about it, happy to be a napping perch even if he is quite an active bot. Really curious on how humans recharge but also mindful of the fact you just want some rest so you might catch him staring and hurriedly looking away a few times. If you nap on him enough, he knows exactly when you fall asleep and when you wake up, it would be kind of freaky if he wasn't so accommodating and quick to put a blanket over you or hand you some water. Tried to crawl in the vents with you napping once, went well for a while until you almost slipped off and cracked your head open, he never tells you this happened.

Ambulon: 4/10 He really hems and haws over this when you ask, he's uncomfortable with the idea but he knows Autobots are meant to love organics or whatever, especially humans. Eventually allows it but he picks you up with the tips of his fingers (trying to ignore the weird sensation) and angles his head as far away from you as is socially acceptable. Keeps an eye on you but its less out of concern for your well-being and more so he can see if you start picking at his paint or chewing his neck cables. He treats you like a feral creature but eventually loosens up when you don't do anything but…lay there sleeping.

Ok, I see why I picked the bots I did for the first part cuz after them, people start to have very complicated shoulders. (Also, I only finished reading mtmte like two months ago but I feel I'm already writing these guys out of character wth)

[fictionthorn]

SFW Alphabet: Halsin Silverbough

CW/TW: None Word Count: 992

Activities - What are their favorite things to do with you? How do you spend your free time?

He’s happy to do anything with you. He just likes being by your side.

Boo! - How do they feel about surprises, giving and receiving?

He likes surprises. Both giving and receiving, but he’s partial to surprising you. He loves the way your eyes light up.

Comfort - How do they comfort you when you’re upset? When the tables turn, do they come to you, or do they try to handle it themselves?

If you’re upset, Halsin is quick to comfort you in a way that works best for you. He’ll usually ask you what you need. Need to vent? He’s ready to listen. Need advice? He’ll offer what he can. Just want cuddles? He’s already pulling you into his arms.

When he’s upset, he’ll talk about it with you. However, he doesn’t want to worry you so he’s usually hesitant at first.

Dance - Do they like to dance with you? How good of a dancer are they?

He’s not a good dancer, but he’ll dance with you if you ask him… as long as no one is around.

Excitement - How do they act when they’re excited? What excites them?

When Halsin gets excited he just exudes warmth. From his wide smile to the light in his eyes.

Things involving nature obviously excite him, but so do you. He’s the type to get excited over his partner’s accomplishments.

Future - What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?

Marriage isn’t something for him, but he still sees you as part of his future. He can’t imagine his life without you being in it.

He isn’t opposed to having kids.

Gifts - What do they give you as presents? How often do they get you gifts?

He likes to give you little, wooden ducks that he makes. He doesn’t do it often and he’ll only give you the ones he thinks look the best.

Hold - How do they hold you? Cuddling, sleeping, holding hands…

He loves to cuddle. Especially by the fire at camp.

He’s a big fan of physical touch in general, but he won’t push any boundaries that you set.

Ideal - What’s their ideal date like?

Halsin’s ideal date would be a walk in the forest. Maybe a picnic by a scenic river.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they handle it?

No. Halsin is probably the least jealous person you know. He has no problem with sharing.

Kisses - How do they like to kiss you? How frequently do you kiss?

Every time he kisses you it’s full of passion to silently express how much he loves you.

Also lots of forehead kisses.

Love - How do they show you that they love you?

Through his attentiveness. He always has your needs in mind.

Melt - What do you do that absolutely makes them melt?

When you smile at him. He just loves seeing you happy.

Nicknames - What do they call you, and what are their favorite things to be called?

He usually calls you my heart.

You will occasionally call him honey as a bit of a joke, but also because he is just that sweet.

Obvious - How obvious do they make it that they like you?

He’s obvious about it because he doesn’t see a reason to hide it. He likes you and you have a right to know.

Pets - Do they have pets? Do they want them?

Halsin is a druid. He would take in literally any animal, but he wouldn’t consider it a pet.

Quiet - How are the calm, quiet moments with them?

They’re usually spent in nature and they're some of the best moments. The two of you will sneak away from camp either early in the morning or late in the evening to get some peace and quiet together.

Romance - How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Halsin can be a fairly romantic person. He’s always quick to let you know how much he appreciates you and does his best to be attentive to your needs.

He also likes to give you flowers every so often.

Safe - What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?

The way you care. Not just about him, but about others too.

Tend - How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?

If you get hurt or sick Halsin is always sure to take care of you. He’s a talented healer after all, so being hurt or sick usually isn’t something to worry about.

When he gets hurt or sick he doesn’t like to worry you so if he can deal with it himself, he will.

Unique - What’s an unusual thing about them that’s oddly charming?

The fact that when things get too hot and heavy he sometimes turns into a bear. It’s oddly endearing that he feels that passionately about you.

Variety - Do they prefer to keep things the same, or spice it up?

He’s all for spicing things up.

Wash - What’s it like taking a bath with them, or helping them wash up after a fight?

He likes to make it a relaxing time for you both. He doesn’t like to see you stressed so he’ll use it as an opportunity to try and relieve some tension.

XO - How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?

He likes to show affection through touch so PDA isn’t a problem for him.

Yearn - What do they do when they miss you?

If Halsin misses you he’ll usually just think about you a lot, but he understands you can’t always be together.

Zzz - How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?

He loves to cuddle with you. Which works out for you especially if you get cold easily because sleeping with him is like sleeping with a heater.

[writefullyrobin]

No spoilers past the current ep if possible folks! I’m going in blind!

3x01 – Kids Today thoughts

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING?!

Guys you could’ve warned me I needed to give myself time to watch the next couple of eps at the same time! Note to self, just assume all openings are now multiple ep arcs. 

OK, skipping back to the rest of the ep.

I celebrated Buck’s full recovery too soon. Seeing him cough up blood like that was alarming. Although if you’re gonna do that, do it in a room full of trained medics.

Buck quitting when they were concerned about him returning to active duty felt drastic but I understand. He’s not really got a whole lot else going for outside the 118. He doesn’t have a significant other or kids like everyone else. He just wants to get back to what he does best. Could he slow down? Maybe but I’m just surprised he has his leg at all so what do I know?

I’m not at all surprised Buck’s recovery’s going to be a focal point for the first part of the season considering how big a deal it was for the entire team.

Side thought – does Eddie have a key to Buck’s apartment because Buck certainly didn’t let him in. He was wallowing in bed. I like how Eddie just sort of left Chris with Buck and ran. I get what he’s going for though, who could be sad around the literal ray of sunshine that is Christopher Diaz? He’s just too precious!

The opening emergencies in this ep were fun! The kid with his dad’s out of control car and using the fire engine to stop it was clever.

The retirement home call was just bonkers and a perfect example of why I love this show. I was not expecting this type of call at this location! Old folks are clearly made different in LA. My friend works in a care home and the old folks she works with are more likely to have a heart attack if they even so much as get the pulse rates up even a little bit!

Lesson for all ages though, you’re never too old to practice safe sex!

Chris is a special kid, isn’t he? Eddie is raising a very compassionate young man. I loved his conversation with Buck at the pier. Other kids would be off wanting to play and not really listening, but Chris is aware Buck’s struggling even if he doesn’t understand exactly why. The you’re gonna be okay kid just about killed me. 

Now again, I ask, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING?! This has to be a tsunami right?! I know this is a legitimate real-life concern for Santa Monica but I’m still kinda stunned they went with this.

A few of you have said I’ll enjoy this season so not gonna lie, both super excited and super nervous for what the hell is gonna go down this season! From this ep alone, it looks like its gonna be a helter skelter!

[gooobraghhh]

hello. chill if nah but do you want to share some advice for teasing/flirting w people? I know this guy, trans, loses it every time I call him "good boy" or "handsome" but I'm running out of tricks!! But he's so fun to teaseeee I don't wanna run out

I mean it depends on the person but if he’s into that kind of thing I can tell you other stuff he might enjoy, leaning more praise because of the examples you gave me. Pretty boy, an actual pet name like puppy, doggy, pet, or something, or like a overly cute nickname based on his name are some options to incorporate. Something id suggest is kind of dropping something teasing on him very suddenly in conversation. Innocently asking him to do something and then being like “aww what a good boy, you’re so good at doing what you’re told” is an easy example/ way to set it up. It’s just super cute to watch them get all surprised and clearly turned on.

Another thing I enjoy for teasing is like a demeaning compliment. Situation dependent but something like “it’s a good thing you’re so handsome/ cute because you’re not the brightest, puppy” after he like doesn’t understand a thing or makes a little mistake. Maybe if you helped him with something random you could say like “what would a pet like you do if I wasn’t here to take care of you”. These are just examples in the nature of what you’re going for, you’re gonna need think of little comments based on what’s happening in your conversation and cater them to what the guy likes. Also think about whats gender affirming when you’re choosing what to compliment and insult. For trans men I usually like to insult their intelligence since being like a dumb blockhead is just kind of a guy thing and usually won’t actually hurt any feelings, I’d lift them up in like appearance (handsome, cute, pretty etc), usefulness/obedience, (good job, good boy, what a good listener,you take it so well etc), or any other trait you know that specific person would enjoy being complimented on.

I’d also suggest possessiveness if everyone’s comfortable. My puppy, My pet, My pretty boy. Be a good boy for me, touch yourself for me, cum for me ( obviosuly more risqué but just add for me to most commands). I find most people enjoy the security and feeling of being wanted that comes with possessive talk and it just makes the praise all the more addictive.

Another thing is if hes responding very positively start making him directly participate. Who’s good boy?, you’re really so desperate for me huh? Tell me how bad you want it?. Just prompt him to respond. Either he does it and it’s adorable and embarrassing or he sputters out because answering is too embarrassing for him and you get to watch him get all flustered. Works well for some degration to, “you’re really such a slut huh?” Or something similar so that he either agrees or pathetically tries to deny it while still actively getting turned on which you can make fun of him for. It’s kind of little conversational trap.

Also keep in mind tone for all of this, I think that kind of condescending, patronizing, overly sweet tone is my go to. It’s kind of like everything he is doing is so cute but in a way thats actively demeaning to him. You don’t have to do that though. A Genuine sounding sweet voice can be very fun if you incorporate a bit more degration. Like someone sounding 100% sincerely nice while they’re calling you degrading names and making fun of you is super hot. Just find what works for the both of you. If it’s flirting over text then there’s only so much you can do but writing out the occasional condescending “awww” or telling him how irl you’re giggling at him can kind of bridge that gap. But like say those things honestly, don’t make up how you’re reacting just share it with him if it’ll add to the dirty talk.

Anyway hope this all helps, break that guys mind for me <3

[lcvebuckley]

bucktommy fluffebruary snippet : day 1 - non-sexual intimacy

kiss it better

Surprisingly, it didn't hurt when Evan did that. There was something about the way Evan cared for him that felt almost unreal. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, this kind of love—the kind that saw past his bravado and insisted on taking care of him anyway.

Tommy put his hand over Evan’s and leaned into his touch, his eyes slowly closing as he hummed in content. “And your touch is healing it already, I can feel it,” he mumbled before leaving a kiss on Evan’s palm.

Evan’s breath hitched, his smile softening as butterflies erupted in his stomach. The gesture was so simple, yet it made his chest feel heavy with emotion. It was moments like these, small and unspoken, that reminded him how deeply he loves Tommy.

Though, seeing Tommy kissing his palm suddenly gave him an idea. “Do you want me to kiss it better?” he asked, earning a look from Tommy. “What?”

“Don't you know that kisses can heal physical wounds?” Evan responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Tommy raised an eyebrow, clearly wasn't buying whatever that nonsensical explanation was. “That's not a real thing,” he deadpanned.

The younger seemed surprised by that reply, pulling his hands away and crossing his arms. Oh, he’s not letting this go, is he? “Yes it is,” his tone was serious and maybe a little offended.

“Maddie used to kiss my scrapes all the time when we were kids,” Evan continued, remembering his childhood days when he would constantly get hurt doing reckless activities and while he did get a good scolding from his sister, she also took care of him and kissed his wounds better. “At first I was surprised too, but they do work!”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but there was a warmth in his chest that he couldn’t quite suppress. Evan was serious—adorably so—and the earnestness in his voice was enough to make Tommy falter.

the full version will be posted on my ao3 tomorrow for bucktommy fluffebruary!! i will also post a little doodle here that goes along with the fic <3

[dramaticallytotal]

For Your Entertainment

Oh my god, another TDWT au???? Whaaaaaat?

Yep.

I will not apologize UwU

This au will feature Chaos Gremlin Noah. We've seen in canon he genuinely enjoys chaos and drama as long as it's not involving him, and I wanted to focus a whole fic around that. In this one, he is way more apathetic than in my other aus, and he is really only friends with Team E-Scope and Owen. So he really doesn't care what happens to anyone besides his friends in the competition.

Him being a little Chaos Gremlin is why he has managed to be Chris McLean's longest standing employee ever. They get on like a house on fire. Chris is arguably a king of chaos, so I just love the idea of him emotionally adopting little chaos gremlin Noah and bonding with him. In this au, Chris does tell Noah about having to fire him, and of course, they plan to stage it while Noah helps budget and take inventory of everything they will need for the new season. He is also publicly helping with the fake show, so it looks like he has no idea about the new season. There are some interns and crew who would love to snitch to the producers on him and Chris if they caught wind of their plans.

Noah is the one who selected and approved Alejandro, being the newest competitor as well as one of the fake stars of Dirtbags. If anything else, the guy will stir things up and make things entertaining for Noah while he pretends to be lazy and useless. But Noah and Chris agreed that he would embrace his original marketed title as Schemer. And he's all for it, as long as it keeps him entertained.

A bored Noah is a dangerous Noah. Chris found this out the hard way. (He never thought he would have to talk a teen out of actively blackmailing a very successful producer in the company, but well, life is full of surprises).

Noah knows all the challenges because he helped plan some! He was very proud of himself. Oh, he made sure things were safe but just barely, I mean, he doesn't want to end up hurt or dead in these challenges, so he had to make some safety features and everything. It's weird, but Noah actually feels...excited about the new season. Oh, and he left Chris some of his blackmail material in case they producers want to change anything or are being assholes. They had been planning on buying out the company, and Noah thinks this is the perfect chance. Chris will run the show how he wants, and when he gets complaints, some anonymous "interns" will leak the messages, emails, or calls and show the viewers just how fucked up and corrupt the producers are. This plan has been a year in the making.

Which is a long time for one of Noah's plans to take off, but they want to do this right and come out the winners/heroes.

The day of the plan dawns, and Noah is practically trembling in excitement, but he's had a lot of practice pushing down his real emotions (thanks, Mason). He played his role perfectly all up to the bus rescue. He thankfully was able to get Eva to stay by pretending to fall asleep, but he knew she knew he wasn't sleeping. The trust she has for him has him feeling all warm and fuzzy. He loves Eva. She's basically his ninth sister. Beth ended up staying, too, because Lindsay wanted to paint her best friends nails, and that absolutely could not wait.

The rescue happened, and finally, they were on the bus to the plane. Eva wanted the window seat, and Noah would give it to her since she stayed. Plus, the aisle seat was perfect for observing everyone and seeing what was going on. It looks like Harold and Leshawna were off again, which was not surprising, which would mean a small amount of entertainment for Noah. Then there was the whole Gwen, Courtney, Duncan thing that had Noah holding back a smile. That whole train wreck would bring him so much entertainment.

But who really had his attention was Mr. New Guy. Oh, he knew his name, Alejandro, but he had to pretend he didn't. He could already hear the giggles from the girls who thought he was attractive, and he could already hear the boys grumbling. Noah made sure to give a comment or two about he hoped Mr. New Guy wouldn't just be another Justin, which made some laugh, and Courtney glared at him. Oh yeah, he forgot those two were friends. He also caught the slight smirk from Alejandro before the boy suppressed it.

The competition began, and Noah was surprised that Ezekiel made it, but with Duncan up and quitting (goodbye love triangle drama), it made sense that they had to even out the teams. So, the first challenge became a reward. Boring.

He saw the way Alejandro had flirted with the girls, specifically Bridgette and Leshawna. Which probably meant they were his first targets. Oh, that was fun~!

And he could help move things along! And if, by doing so, he got rid of Harold, even better! So he made sure to make comments about Leshawna falling for Alejandro when he was close to Harold. Or he would make sure to act disgusted at the cultural insensitivity (yes. Noah will always be responsible for Harold's elimination XD). It got the ginger right where he wanted.

Then Harold was gone, and Noah knew it wasn’t all him given he had witnessed Alejandro talking to Harold a lot, and he caught on to the subtle manipulations. That guy was good!

Then the Yukon happened, and he knew he didn't hide his glee at seeing Bridgette stuck to a pole well, given the look Alejandro had given him.

"Good work." He whispered with a snicker to Alejandro.

"I'm not sure what you mean mi amigo." Of course the guy would play dumb but whatever.

"Hmm. Whatever you say." He tried to be blasé but the wide smile then kept growing on his face was probably a dead giveaway of how he felt.

And maybe that's what shot him in the foot because the next day, Alejandro was flirting with him. Noah was pretty confident it was because Alejandro was scared he figured him out (he did) and was going to expose him or something. Like hell! This was the most fun he was having on a season. And if him acting coy or shy or flirting a little back with Alejandro had most of the females mad at him, so be it. It just made everything all the more entertaining to him.

He did hurt his ankle in the Yukon (this will always be canon to me), so pain medication was a must but he had been stubborn in not taking it because it either makes him drowsy or puts him right to sleep and he doesn't want to be voted out (and miss out on all the drama and fun) because he couldn't contribute much to the challenge. But Izzy, Owen, and Alejandro made him take the medication.

So, the next challenge, he was a little out of it, but Izzy or Owen carried him when there was running or walking. He was able to climb the rope at least, and he volunteered to be put in the baby carriage, which was fine by him. He fell asleep, which was not a surprise.

No being swapped with a baby, though, because Alejandro made Izzy guard Noah. Heather had planned on doing something but couldn't because even she was not crazy enough to go against Izzy.

It was a reward challenge, which was great! What was not great was the challenge in Germany! Noah wanted first class! He craved it! And he knew they had it in the bag the moment he saw Alejandro flirting with Leshawna again. He made sure to have discussions with Izzy when Leshawna was around and made it seem like he didn't know she was there.

"I mean, it's honestly pathetic. How obvious Heather's crush on Alejandro is." He drawled.

"Izzy knows!!! Girl has got it bad! I didn't think you'd notice it, though NoNo. You're not usually one to notice these things." Izzy gossiped as she tried to put Noah's hair into pigtails. She knew what he was doing and was all for it. He's her chaos brother!

"Normally, and this kills me to say, but normally you'd be right. But it's so obvious that even Owen has noticed, and that's saying something."

"I don't know, Owen is pretty good at knowing when someone likes someone."

"Agree to disagree."

"Is this about him trying to set you up with that-"

"We are not talking about that!" Well, no acting there was necessary. He did not want to talk about that disaster of a date. Ever.

"Well, it's not like Heather has realized it yet, which makes it all the more entertaining for us." This is why he loved Izzy. She knew when to drop things, she knew how to roll with his plans, and she liked chaos just as much if not more than him.

"True. I'm more worried about what she'd do because of said crush. Even if she doesn't realize it, she's already snapped at her teammates when he's flirted with Leshawna."

"Oh yeah! She definitely seems like one of those people who would do anything to get someone to back off her crush. Izzy knows."

"Mmm. You would seeing as you're the same way. Normally, I don't worry for anyone, but I can't help but feel bad for Leshawna."

"Why?"

"Because it's obvious Alejandro likes her, and we already established that Heather likes him, so it's not out of the realm of possibility that Heather will so or do something to come between the two."

"Oooooh."

He couldn't hold back his smirk when he heard Leshawna storm off, and Izzy immediately matched his with one of her own.

Then the challenge happened, and he played up not knowing what Alejandro was doing up until the guy purposefully lost the challenge. Once they were back in the plane, he immediately dragged the guy down to the cargo hold to confront him. He, of course, tried to deny everything and tried to flirt with Noah in the same breath. Noah was not having it.

With more strength than he thought himself capable of, he shoved the guy into the nearest wall. He had to look up, given he was only to the guy's chest (short king Noah, my beloved), but he poked him in his abs to get his attention.

"I don't care that you got into Harold's head and made him vote himself off. Mainly because I was getting into his head first. And I don't care that you helped and flirted with Bridgette enough to get her to make out with a pole! In fact, I thought it was hilarious." He admitted.

And just to see more of a reaction than just the wide green eyes he was staring into, Noah started walking his fingers up Alejandro's torso oh so slowly. It got the eyes off of him for a second, and he thought maybe he saw a blush forming, but those green eyes held his attention once more.

"And I even decided to be nice and help you get to Leshawna! I had to let Izzy mess with my hair! But it was all for the sake of getting entertainment, and you, sir, make a lot of it happen. So I was content to let you play your game."

His fingers reached Alejandro's bull necklace, which he wound his fingers around and tugged.

He didn't miss the gasp the boy in front of him breathed out, given how close they now were.

"But I'm not so content when your actions mess with my game. I don't like to lose when I know we had every opportunity to win and would have won had you not thrown. You may not think much of me, I mean, I did get out early in the first season. But then again, I manipulated my way into being thrown off. I was not about to spend my summer in that shitty camp. And so far I've been playing in the shadows this season."

Great. He was monologuing like some cheesy villain. But I mean...he was being paid to play a villain this season, so he might as well go all in.

"I'm keeping you around for my entertainment and amusement. Purposefully losing is not something I find amusing, so the next challenge you better give it your all or I'm going to have to really play and you don't want that." He hissed before leaning back and patting Alejandro's cheek and letting go of his necklace.

"Good talk." And with that, he sauntered out. That was fun!

He missed the absolute heart eyes Alejandro had been giving him.

__________

Basically, a villain Noah au, where Alejandro falls for him so hard. The two create an alliance and dominate the game, all the while Alejandro is trying to get Noah to date him. Noah thinks it's just Alejandro being Alejandro, but he does like him, and he thinks it's very funny that the guy can't handle when Noah flirts back with him.

Boy this got long.

Enjoy.

[okasuka]

Sharp Edges

(Damian Wayne x Reader)

The Batcave hummed with quiet activity. The faint clicking of keys echoed from the Batcomputer, while the distant drip of water somewhere in the cavern filled the silence between them. Y/N sat on the armrest of one of the rolling chairs, still in her suit, arms crossed as she carefully sharpened one of her claws against the other.

Damian watched her from the other side of the Batcave, pretending to check his weapons. He had spent far too much time trying to figure out how to approach this—how to ask her the question without making himself look like an idiot.

Tt. This shouldn’t be so difficult.

But it was.

Y/N wasn’t like anyone else. She was sharp—literally and figuratively. Closed off, a little intimidating, yet he had spent enough time with her to see the moments when her guard slipped. She wasn’t emotionless, just careful. And that made this all the more complicated.

He exhaled through his nose, squared his shoulders, and walked over to her.

“You free Friday night?” His voice was calm, as if the question were as simple as a mission debrief.

Y/N glanced up at him, raising a brow. “Depends. What for?”

He hesitated for only a second. “Dinner. Just the two of us.”

Her claws stopped scraping together.

She blinked, the usual sharpness in her eyes briefly flickering with something else. Surprise? Hesitation? Interest?

“You mean like… a date?”

“Yes,” he said without missing a beat.

Y/N was silent, gaze searching his face for something—maybe sincerity, maybe a trap. It was hard to tell what she was thinking. Then, after a long pause, she tilted her head slightly.

“You sure you wanna take a girl with adamantium claws on a date?” Her voice was teasing, but there was a quiet layer of something else beneath it.

Damian smirked. “If I was afraid of a few sharp edges, I wouldn’t be interested in you in the first place.”

That earned him a chuckle, soft and fleeting. She shook her head slightly, but the corners of her lips lifted just enough to be noticeable.

“Fine,” she said, sliding her claws back into her knuckles. “Friday night it is.”

Damian felt the corner of his own mouth twitch upward.

“Good.”

And just like that, he turned on his heel and walked away, hiding the way his heartbeat had picked up just a little. Behind him, Y/N shook her head again, watching him go, the ghost of a smirk still on her lips.

Sharp Edges (Part 2)

Y/N watched Damian disappear into the depths of the Batcave, his usual confidence unwavering. The rhythmic click of his boots faded, leaving her sitting there, arms folded, mind racing.

She hadn’t expected that.

Damian Wayne—stubborn, disciplined, pain-in-the-ass Damian—had just asked her out. And he’d done it with the same tone he used when issuing a mission order, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Tt.

She sighed, rolling her shoulders and flexing her hands. The familiar sting of her claws retracting was grounding, but it didn’t stop the warmth creeping up her neck.

She liked him. She’d known that for a while. The way he never hesitated to match her pace, to keep up with her in sparring without treating her like she was fragile. The way he actually listened when she spoke, even when she was short or dismissive. The way he seemed to get her, even when she wasn’t saying much.

Still, she never thought he’d do anything about it.

“You look like you’re thinking too hard,” came a voice from behind her.

She turned her head just enough to see Dick standing there, arms crossed, an annoyingly amused grin on his face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Nightwing?” she muttered, rubbing at the base of her claws absently.

“Nah,” he said, stepping closer. “I do have a little brother who just asked you on a date, though.”

Y/N gave him a deadpan look. “And?”

“And that’s very interesting.”

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Don’t start.”

“Oh, I’m starting,” Dick said, grinning as he leaned against the Batcomputer. “Didn’t think Damian had it in him. Guy’s been brooding over you for months—and before you say anything, yes, it was obvious.”

Y/N felt her jaw tighten. Had it been obvious? She wasn’t exactly the best at reading emotions. Hell, she barely had a handle on her own half the time. But if Dick had noticed, that meant—

“Tt. You’re irritating.”

Both of them turned to see Damian standing on the upper platform, arms crossed, his usual scowl in place.

Dick smirked. “And you’re grumpy.”

Damian ignored him, stepping down toward Y/N. His gaze flickered over her, assessing, as if expecting her to take back what she’d said.

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m not changing my mind.”

Something in his posture eased, just slightly. “Good.”

Dick let out a whistle. “Damn. You guys really do deserve each other.”

“Leave,” Damian said flatly.

Dick laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop messing with you. But seriously—Friday night? I need details.”

Damian gave him a warning glare, and Y/N smirked.

“Don’t hold your breath, Grayson.”

Dick groaned dramatically but backed off, heading toward the Batmobile. As soon as he was out of earshot, Y/N glanced back at Damian.

“So,” she said, tilting her head. “You actually have a plan for this, or were you hoping I’d just be impressed by your charm?”

Damian smirked. “I don’t hope for anything.”

She snorted. “Right. So what’s the plan?”

“I’ll pick you up at seven,” he said, turning toward the exit. “Wear something you don’t mind ruining.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Why do I feel like that’s a threat?”

He didn’t answer. He just walked away with the same confidence he always carried, leaving Y/N sitting there, still trying to process the fact that this was actually happening.

And, if she was being honest?

She didn’t mind it one bit.

Sharp Edges (Part 3)

The ride back to Wayne Manor was quiet.

Damian sat beside her in the Batmobile, driving with his usual precision. Y/N stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, the faint glow of the city behind them fading into the dark Gotham outskirts. Her mind was still spinning from earlier.

A date.

With Damian.

It shouldn’t have been this hard to process, but emotions were never her strong suit. She was built for battle, for survival, for endurance—not for this soft kind of thing.

And yet, her pulse had been erratic ever since he’d asked.

When they finally pulled into the underground garage, Y/N didn’t wait for him to say anything—she just hopped out and headed straight inside. Damian followed, staying just a step behind as they moved through the dimly lit halls of the manor.

Neither of them said goodnight. They never really did.

Y/N retreated to her room, stripping off her gear, setting her weapons aside, and throwing herself onto the ridiculously soft bed Alfred had insisted she use.

She closed her eyes.

And yet, minutes passed. Then an hour.

Her body refused to rest.

Her mind wouldn’t shut up.

With a frustrated sigh, she pushed the covers off and sat up, running a hand down her face. Maybe a walk would help. Maybe sneaking outside and beating up some street thugs would clear her head. Maybe—

Her feet were already moving before she could think it through.

She stopped outside his door before she could second-guess it.

For a moment, she just stood there, fingers hovering near the handle. She knew he was awake—his heartbeat was steady but not slow enough for sleep. She could hear his breathing through the door, calm and controlled.

It was stupid.

She should turn around.

She—

Screw it.

She knocked once and opened the door without waiting for a response.

Damian was sitting on his bed, dressed in a simple black t-shirt and sweats, reading by the dim glow of a bedside lamp. He barely looked surprised to see her.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, setting his book down.

Y/N huffed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her. “Tried. Didn’t work.”

Damian studied her for a moment before gesturing toward the empty space on his bed.

She hesitated. Then, before she could psych herself out, she crossed the room and sat down beside him, leaning back against the headboard.

The silence stretched, comfortable but weighted.

Then, without looking at him, she muttered, “I like you.”

She felt him tense slightly beside her.

It took him less than a second to school himself, but she felt it.

Y/N exhaled through her nose. “I like you,” she repeated, slower this time, staring down at her hands. “I just… I don’t really know how to do this.”

Damian was silent. Not in a bad way—more like he was actually listening.

She flexed her fingers, eyes tracing the faint scars on her hands. “I wasn’t made for this. Affection. Relationships. The whole… feelings thing.” She shook her head. “I don’t even know if I’m saying this right, but I just… I needed you to know.”

A beat of silence.

Then—

“You are saying it right.”

She turned her head, meeting his gaze.

His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those sharp, green eyes—were softer than she’d ever seen them.

“I’ve known you long enough to understand how hard that was for you,” he continued, voice quieter than usual. “And I don’t take that lightly.”

Her throat felt tight. She wasn’t used to this. Vulnerability. Being seen so clearly.

And yet, somehow, Damian made it feel… bearable.

She let out a slow breath. “So…”

“So,” he echoed, smirking just slightly. “Will you be staying?”

She gave him a look. “Obviously.”

Damian let out a short breath—something almost like a chuckle. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he shifted, moving his arm so she could lean into him.

Y/N hesitated for only a moment before she let herself relax against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

His warmth was steady. Grounding.

For once, she didn’t mind.

And for the first time that night, she actually felt like she might sleep.

Sharp Edges (Part 4)

Y/N woke up to the distinct feeling of being watched.

Her senses stirred before her eyes even opened, instincts screaming at her to move, to fight, to—

“Are you two comfortable?”

Her eyes snapped open.

Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway, arms crossed, expression unreadable except for the slightest quirk of amusement at the corner of his mouth.

It took Y/N approximately two seconds to register the situation—warmth at her side, the steady rise and fall of someone’s breathing, the fact that she was definitely still curled up against Damian.

Shit.

Damian was still asleep, his head slightly tilted toward hers, one arm loosely draped over her waist.

Y/N stiffened. Her brain scrambled for a response, but Bruce just raised an eyebrow.

“I must say, this is not what I expected to find when I came to check if you two were back from patrol.” His voice was calm, but way too amused for her liking.

Y/N scowled, her face heating up as she sat up slightly, careful not to jolt Damian awake. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Bruce’s eyebrow climbed higher. “So you didn’t sneak into my son’s room in the middle of the night and fall asleep cuddling him?”

Y/N opened her mouth. Shut it. Scowled harder. “That’s not—ugh.”

As if on cue, Damian stirred beside her, his breathing shifting. Then, with a slow exhale, he opened his eyes.

It took him less than a second to process the situation.

His gaze flickered to Y/N, then to Bruce, then back to Y/N. He didn’t stiffen, didn’t flinch—just exhaled through his nose and said, deadpan, “Father.”

Bruce hummed. “Glad to see you’re awake, Damian. Perhaps next time, you can warn me before bringing a guest to bed?”

Y/N groaned, shoving Damian’s shoulder. “Say something.”

Damian, ever composed, just sat up and rolled his shoulders. “I see no reason to justify anything to him.”

Bruce smirked. “Oh, you don’t have to. I just thought it was interesting.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Bruce shrugged. “I am a father. It’s my job.”

Y/N huffed, rubbing her temples. “Can we not do this at…” She glanced at the clock. “Six in the damn morning?”

Bruce sighed theatrically. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone.”

Y/N threw a pillow at him. He caught it effortlessly, smirking as he turned to leave. “Breakfast in thirty. Don’t be late.”

The door shut behind him.

Silence.

Then—

“I hate him,” Damian muttered.

Y/N groaned, flopping back onto the bed. “I told you to say something.”

“I did.”

“Not helpfully.”

Damian just smirked. “At least now we don’t have to hide it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at her lips. “Tt. Whatever, lovebird.”

Damian scowled. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Nope.”

She smirked.

And, even though she wouldn’t say it out loud—

Maybe this whole feelings thing wasn’t so bad after all.

Sharp Edges (Part 5)

The training room in Wayne Manor was filled with the rhythmic sounds of fists meeting flesh, boots skidding against the mat, and steady, controlled breathing.

Y/N and Damian moved in sync, exchanging blows with lethal precision. She ducked under one of his kicks, using her momentum to sweep his legs, but he caught himself mid-fall, flipping back onto his feet effortlessly.

They’d been sparring for nearly an hour, neither willing to give the other an opening.

“Tired yet, beloved?” Damian smirked, wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

Y/N scoffed. “Not even close.”

She lunged, her fist aimed for his ribs. He deflected it, twisting her arm slightly, but she used the motion to spin and land a kick to his shoulder.

It was the kind of fight that could go on for hours.

Which, unfortunately, meant they had an audience.

“Wow,” Dick’s voice rang out from the sidelines. “So much romantic tension.”

Y/N groaned. Damian just rolled his eyes.

“Leave,” Damian said flatly, still blocking Y/N’s attacks without looking at his brother.

“Oh, I should leave? But you two are being so entertaining.” Dick grinned, leaning against the rail. “I mean, the flirting, the intense eye contact—it’s like something out of a soap opera.”

Y/N threw a punch extra hard just to tune him out. Damian caught it, gripping her wrist tightly before twisting to flip her over his shoulder—

But in the split second before he could complete the motion, Dick nudged him forward.

It was a small push, barely noticeable.

But it was enough.

Damian’s balance shifted, and instead of throwing Y/N, he fell—right on top of her.

They hit the mat with a loud thud, Y/N’s back slamming against the padded floor, Damian’s weight pressing into her.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then—

“Well, this is convenient,” Damian said, voice smug as hell.

Y/N blinked, barely processing what had just happened before Damian smirked down at her. His arms were braced on either side of her head, effectively pinning her beneath him.

Dick cackled. “Oh my god.”

Y/N scowled, shoving at Damian’s chest. “Get off.”

Damian did not get off.

Instead, his smirk deepened. “Why? This position seems rather comfortable.”

Y/N’s face heated up. “Damian—”

Dick lost it.

“Oh, this is amazing.” He doubled over laughing, hands on his knees. “You guys are like a rom-com in real time.”

Damian, ever the opportunist, lowered his head slightly, bringing his lips just close enough to Y/N’s ear to murmur, “If you wanted me on top of you, beloved, you could’ve just asked.”

Y/N shoved him hard this time, flipping them over so she was the one pinning him.

He looked far too pleased with himself.

“You’re the worst,” she muttered, glaring down at him.

His smirk remained. “And yet, you like me.”

She scowled. “Not for long.”

“Lies.”

Dick, still laughing, clapped his hands. “Alright, alright, I gotta give it to you, Dames—smooth move. But, uh…” He pointed toward the doorway. “You might wanna dial it back, because Bruce is watching.”

Both Y/N and Damian turned their heads toward the entrance—

Where Bruce stood, arms crossed, looking deeply unimpressed.

“Really?” he said, his tone the exact same one he used when scolding them for reckless behavior on patrol.

Y/N groaned, dropping her head onto Damian’s chest. “I hate this family.”

Damian, still grinning, just wrapped his arms around her back and murmured, “Too bad, beloved. You’re stuck with us.”

Sharp Edges (Part 6)

The manor’s library was quiet, the warm glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows over the towering shelves. It was late—past midnight—but neither Damian nor Y/N had any intention of sleeping.

Damian was perched on one of the couches, a book in hand, while Y/N leaned against the armrest, flipping through an old volume she’d randomly pulled from the shelves.

Or at least, pretending to flip through it.

Because, really, she was more focused on annoying Damian.

“You’re not reading,” he muttered, eyes still on his book.

Y/N smirked, tilting her head toward him. “How do you know?”

Damian didn’t even look up. “You haven’t turned a page in five minutes.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe I’m just a slow reader.”

“You don’t read at all.”

Y/N huffed dramatically, tossing the book onto the coffee table. “Fine, you got me. I’m bored.”

Damian sighed, finally glancing at her. “That sounds like a you problem.”

Y/N smirked. “Not for long.”

Before he could react, she nudged him—just enough to make him tip sideways.

He caught himself, of course, always prepared, always balanced.

But then she did it again.

And again.

Until—

“Tt. Do you mind?”

“Nope.”

She leaned in again, this time pressing her hand against his cheek and shoving him lightly.

Damian caught her wrist before she could pull away, raising an eyebrow. “You really are insufferable.”

Y/N grinned. “I try.”

Their faces were too close now. Close enough that the air between them felt charged.

Neither of them moved.

Then—deliberately, teasingly—Damian tilted his head, his lips brushing against her knuckles before he murmured, “Are you going to keep playing, or are you finally going to kiss me?”

Y/N blinked.

Her brain short-circuited for approximately two seconds.

Then, before she could overthink it, she moved, pressing her lips against his in a quick, sudden kiss.

Damian responded immediately, shifting to deepen it, his hand sliding to the back of her neck as he pulled her closer.

The kiss was slow—unrushed, deliberate.

And somehow, it was even better than she’d imagined.

When they finally pulled apart, Damian smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, nudging him again just for good measure. “Shut up.”

Damian just grinned, tugging her back toward him. “Make me.”

She did.

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Being best friends with Hyunjin:

Being best friends with Hyunjin would be an unforgettable, whirlwind experience filled with laughter, deep conversations, artistic moments, and pure chaos. He’s the kind of friend who makes you feel truly seen and appreciated, and life with him would never be dull.

The Instant Connection

Becoming Hyunjin’s best friend wouldn’t be an overnight thing, but once he lets you in, you’re in for life. At first, he might be a little reserved, observing you and figuring out your vibe. But once he decides he likes you, his warmth and affection would be impossible to miss. He’d tease you constantly, pull you into spontaneous activities, and make sure you always feel included. He’s the type to remember small details about you your favorite snack, the way you like your coffee, or a random comment you made weeks ago that he surprises you with later.

Chaotic Energy and Endless Laughter

One thing about being best friends with Hyunjin? You will never have a dull moment. He’s a mix of high-energy chaos and soft, artistic soul, so you’d experience both sides constantly. One moment, he’s dancing around like a maniac, challenging you to a freestyle battle in the middle of the living room, and the next, he’s dramatically acting out a scene from a movie with exaggerated expressions just to make you laugh.

His laugh is infectious, and he’d find the dumbest things funny he’d randomly burst into laughter over an inside joke from months ago, leaving you both in tears. If you’re having a bad day, he’d do everything in his power to cheer you up, whether it’s making funny faces, telling the most ridiculous stories, or pulling you into a spontaneous dance-off.

The Deep, Emotional Conversations

Hyunjin is incredibly expressive, not just in dance but also in his emotions. He feels everything deeply, and as his best friend, you’d be one of the few people he truly opens up to. He’d talk to you about his struggles, his fears, and his dreams late into the night. You’d have deep conversations about life, happiness, and what truly matters.

He’s the type of friend who listens intently, giving you all his attention when you need to talk. If you’re feeling down, he’d remind you how much you mean to him, using heartfelt words that make you tear up. He doesn’t hesitate to express love and appreciation for his closest people, and he’d make sure you know how important you are to him.

Artistic Moments and Creative Inspiration

Being best friends with Hyunjin means being constantly surrounded by art. He’d always be sketching something, whether it’s in a notebook, on a napkin at a café, or even digitally on his tablet. He’d probably draw you a lot, capturing your expressions in different moments your focused face when you’re talking about something you love, your laughter, even your sleepy morning look.

He’d also love having creative days together painting in a park, visiting art galleries, or just sitting in a cozy café sketching while sipping on iced Americanos. If you’re into any form of art, he’d hype you up endlessly. If you can’t draw, he’d try to teach you, holding your hand to guide your strokes (and then making fun of you if it turns out bad, but in the most affectionate way possible).

Dance Battles and Late-Night Studio Sessions

If you’re a dancer, Hyunjin would be the best hype man and the toughest critic all at once. He’d push you to be better, constantly challenging you with new moves and freestyle battles. If you’re not a dancer, he’d still try to teach you, laughing at your attempts but also being super encouraging.

He’d drag you to the JYP practice rooms late at night, where he’d go all out in a freestyle session, completely lost in the music. You’d sit on the floor watching, amazed by how effortlessly he moves. And then he’d suddenly pull you up, making you dance along even if you protest.

Protective and Loyal

Hyunjin is fiercely loyal to the people he loves, and as his best friend, he’d always have your back. If anyone says anything bad about you, he’d be the first to defend you whether it’s in person or online. He’d glare at anyone who disrespects you, and if someone hurts you, he’d go into full protective mode, making sure they regret it.

If you’re in a crowd and feeling overwhelmed, he’d stay close to you, making sure you’re comfortable. If you’re out at night, he’d insist on walking you home or at least texting you until you’re safe. He’s the type to remind you to eat, check if you’ve gotten enough sleep, and scold you if you’re pushing yourself too hard.

Fashion and Matching Outfits

Hyunjin is one of the most stylish people ever, and he’d definitely influence your fashion sense. He’d take you shopping, making you try on outfits and giving you brutally honest opinions. He’d probably convince you to get matching clothes, whether it’s similar jackets, shoes, or even a simple bracelet that symbolizes your friendship.

Sometimes, he’d steal your clothes just because he thinks they look good on him. If you’re ever wearing something oversized, he’d dramatically claim it’s his now. But if you try to take his clothes? Good luck. He’d fight you for it (but secretly love it if you wore something of his).

Random Midnight Adventures

Being best friends with Hyunjin means spontaneous adventures. He’d randomly call you at midnight, saying, “Let’s go for a drive” or “Let’s get snacks.” You’d end up at a convenience store, sitting outside on the pavement, eating ramen and talking about the most random things.

Sometimes, he’d just want to escape the world for a bit, and you’d be the person he calls. You’d find a quiet spot to watch the city lights, listening to music in comfortable silence. He’d play songs that match the mood, occasionally singing along softly.

The Soft and Affectionate Side

Hyunjin can be chaotic, but he’s also one of the softest people ever. He’s affectionate with the people he loves, and as his best friend, you’d get the full treatment random hugs, head pats, and leaning on you when he’s tired. He’d rest his head on your shoulder without hesitation, and if you ever seem upset, he’d wrap you in a tight hug without saying a word.

If you ever cry, he’d hold your hands and wipe your tears away, telling you it’s okay to be emotional. He wouldn’t let you go through anything alone.

The Friendship That Lasts Forever

Being best friends with Hyunjin wouldn’t just be for a short time it’s the kind of friendship that lasts a lifetime. No matter how busy life gets, he’d always make time for you. Even if you’re in different countries, he’d send you long texts, voice messages, and random pictures of things that remind him of you.

He’d be the friend who hypes you up in everything you do, reminding you that you’re capable of amazing things. He’d celebrate your achievements like they’re his own, and if you ever doubt yourself, he’d be there to remind you how talented and incredible you are.

Hyunjin isn’t just a best friend he’s a soul connection, a constant in your life, and someone who makes the world feel brighter just by being in it.

[theleechyskrunkly]

INTRODUCING: Álvaro.

Name: “One Slice” Álvaro.

Age: ??? (Younger than Lilia, older than Malleus)

Gender: Built to be male.

Pronouns: He/Them

Height: 6 feet 8 inches (207.3 cm)

Birthday: N/A

Homeland: Briar Valley

Family: N/A

Voice Claim: Kenjiro Tsuda.

Twisted from: The Spinning Wheel in Sleeping Beauty.

Class: 3-D, Junior.

Best subject: Magic Analysis

Club: Gargoyle Study Club

Pet peeves: being awoken from sleep, being threatened and… that’s it.

Hobbies: Sewing, knitting, and embroidery.

Likes: His hobbies… at least he *thinks* he likes them. Malleus? He’s not sure. He likes blood, but not in high quantities. Peace. Lady Meleanor. Lady Meleanor’s husband… what was his name again? Ma’am Maleficia.

Dislikes: People with unnecessary killing intent, the human who killed Meleanor, war, touching others without gloves on.

Lore:

* Álvaro was created by Meleanor using extreme amounts of magical power as a revival soldier of war, meant to be extremely deadly and highly aggressive on her orders.

* His UM – Lethality Upon a Slash –was what made him a terrifying asset for the faes during the war.

* His UM essentially activates the ability to insta kill anyone Álvaro makes bleed with his bare hands. So even the smallest of cuts done by his nails can kill a person instantly if his UM is activated. (Credits to Elena for this UM idea)

* He’s essentially immortal so long as his core (basically his heart), which is composed of Meleanor’s magic, is within his body. So if he “died” in battle, he could be easily revived by Meleanor since he was made of her magic.

* He’s made of flesh, though it’s much tougher than human flesh, as though he were a meat puppet.

* He doesn’t feel emotions, as he was built to kill. Humans believed him a fae, and one of the deadliest at that. He spared none, whether they were human or fae. If he found them a threat, they were most certainly dead.

* After Meleanor’s death, the aggressiveness of his actions depleted, as she was no longer there to give him the orders to kill. He was left with no purpose or direction, and no longer killed unless attacked first.

* Thus, fae grew highly angered at him (Lilia being one of them at the time). He had failed to assist Meleanor in her fight against the Dawn Knight (Meleanor had explicitly instructed him to fight off any who tried to assist the Dawn Knight in his fight with Meleanor, and Álvaro could not refuse) and now he was failing to assist and defend Briar Valley.

* He was eventually driven off, and many fae warriors attempted to kill him, as they saw him as a “traitor”. We can guess how that worked out for them. He consequently ended up wandering for years with little direction before settling at the castle the Silver Owls had taken, which was abandoned since it become inhabitable after yet another war. (Location was Elena’s idea again)

* He “lived” there for several hundreds of years, waiting for new orders or instructions. He basically never moved, since he’s essentially an inanimate object unless he’s addressed by someone.

* It was only after Malleus had grown into a toddler, and Lilia had been exiled, that he was sought out again. By none other than Maleficia.

* She had searched for him after remembering there were still strong traces of Meleanor’s magic within him, making him the only thing left of her daughter besides Malleus.

* She wanted him to become a caretaker for Malleus, as he was too much to handle for anyone else, and perhaps the traces of his mother’s magic in someone else would calm him. To her surprise, Álvaro posed no resistance to her request.

* Her speculation had been indeed correct. Malleus had been throwing a tantrum when Maleficia had brought Álvaro inside (after getting him cleaned and giving him new clothes, as his old one had deteriorated with time and he was quite disgusting), and it was like the child had been doused with a bucket of ice cold water. His cries instantly calmed, the several sparks of destructive magic and fire ceased, and all servants who had been brave enough to attempt calming him breathed a sigh of relief. Which was quickly replaced by horror at the sight of who stood beside the Queen.

* Maleficia wasn’t sure if Malleus had calmed at the presence of his grandmother or the strange man next to her, so she quickly explained the situation to the Malleus, instructing the servants to let Álvaro know everything he needed to know about the castle layout and how to care for the young prince. She made the visit brief, taking her leave as soon as she confirmed Álvaro understood his role.

* The caretaking went even smoother than she had ever expected (she ordered for weekly reports to be made by an intel collector pretending to be a butler to make sure Álvaro wasn’t doing anything fishy). The ever so frequent tantrums dwindled from at least 1 every day to merely 3 per week. Just being held in Álvaro’s arms was like a soothing drug to the little dragon child.

* The reason for this was the familiar magic that radiated off of Álvaro, a magic that Malleus instinctively tied back to his time in the egg, in which he was comforted and warmed by his mother. Malleus identified Álvaro as a parental figure, and was therefore soothed by his presence.

* However, this sentiment was not shared. Álvaro looked after Malleus with extreme carefulness and precision, but this was solely because it was an order. He didn’t hold any affection or dislike towards the infant, for he doesn’t feel emotions nor did he feel any duty to love him. But for Malleus, who was so used to being emotionally neglected, just Álvaro’s shallow caresses meant to pacify his nerves were the pinnacle of loving. Malleus soon grew heavily emotionally attached to Álvaro.

* Álvaro consequently ended up looking after @elenauaurs ‘s Diaval Corvo, as he spent his childhood with Malleus, and Malleus considered him a dear friend, making Álvaro the caretaker for both of the children, raising them under his wing. He also trained Diaval to become the best knight he could be for Malleus’s protection.

* Malleus was the one to drag Álvaro along to NRC with him, extremely and completely reluctant to part ways with him. And that’s how he ended up there.

Aaaaannnnddd ITS FINISHED!!!! Wow! I totally didn’t make this OC in one day!!!

This introduction is pretty basic and not really informative, but I was really eager to post about this guy so I threw it out before I even finished up his design. I promise I’ll work on it soon! Let me know if you guys have any questions and I’ll be happy to answer them! Hope you like this emotionless meat puppet!!!

Tag list (ask to be added or removed): @thehollowwriter @cyanide-latte @tixdixl @distant-velleity @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @lumdays

[qwimblenorrisstan]

Tension | Frank Woods x Reader

Summary: You and Woods have had it out for each other since you joined his team, but tensions reach their breaking point in enemy territory, when it’s just the two of you.

Word Count: ~4.6k

Warnings: this would make the pope cry, implied misogynist, p in v, fingering, oral fem receiving, violence, blood, guns, violent make out sessions, handjob, cutesy kissing, overstimulation, just a lot

Minors, do not interact!

A/N: thank you to britney spears, alex mason, sleep deprivation, and my glorious king lin manuel miranda for this thing I have created❣️first frank woods fic and this thing is filthy wow. it’s been a long time since I’ve written something this long

(also this is woods between bo1 and bo2 before menendez snatched his knees up💔)

Requests are open!

Frank Woods clearly had never met a woman before.

That was the natural conclusion one would come to, after seeing how he interacted with one. Especially a woman in the military who was on active duty, and not just a secretary or some CIA lapdog.

He was rough around the edges, and you didn’t mind that, hell, you were an active-duty Marine. You’d gone through basic training, survived the screaming and orders, and shed a few tears before wiping them and getting back up. But he was only rough around the edges to everyone else, and that made your blood boil.

He didn’t seem to know what to do with you.

“You cut out for this?”

Had been the first sentence he’d said to you after you’d been handpicked to join his team. His expression, an eyebrow raised, something like doubt that you could’ve sworn was in his eyes.

You’d given the look right back, looking him up and down, giving a once over in a more im-sizing-you-up than a taking-you-in kind of way. Maybe you’d had a bit of sass to your tone.

“You think I’m not?”

It had been more of a challenge than a question, a sharp brow cocked at him. The man to his left, an operative named Alex Mason, you’d learn later, had grimaced slightly.

Woods had chuckled, raising his hands in a gesture of mock innocence, before replying.

“No need to get all pissy, hon, just want to make sure you can keep up. This ain’t exactly any normal team—“

Hon. Something like pissed disbelief was on your face as the rest of his words went unheard in your temporary shock before you gave a little huff of mock laughter.

“I’ll keep up just fine, sweetheart.”

You laid the mocking tone on thick with the ‘sweetheart’, walking forward and slamming the paperwork you’d been given into Wood’s chest while walking past him. The little flicker of surprise that went across his face was enough to satisfy you for quite a while.

As you walked away, you heard a sigh from Mason, and Woods mumbling something under his breath.

That had been the beginning of your rivalry with the man, and his every action drove another needle into your skin.

From mission to mission, he repeatedly displayed his complete lack of trust or faith in you. You could understand being skeptical of someone who had just joined your team, but it was getting ridiculous

“Mason, take point.”

It was Mason’s fifth time taking the lead. He hadn’t asked you to even once. Never mind if you enjoyed the view of Woods’ ass when he was in front of you, or the way you could see his muscular thighs moving on some parts when he had to climb over something.

Or when he’d be demeaning.

“Here, I can hold it.”

Your 15-pound weapon. Sure, it was getting heavy, but you didn’t need any help. Not from him, or any man for that matter.

“I can handle it.”

You’d ground out, shooting him a look, trying not to watch how the muscles of his arms flexed slightly as he shifted, the sweat beaded on him, and the few little drops down his forehead. Or how good his tactical vest looked on him.

“Whatever you say, sweets.”

You hated it when he called you that. It felt demeaning, and worse, it sounded hot when the names rolled off his tongue with the little bit of a low rasp that his voice had.

Or worse, when there was a grenade thrown. The first time it had happened, you couldn’t decide between throttling him or jumping his bones right then and there.

“Grenade!”

You’d heard the clatter, and being in an enclosed room, had been decidedly fucked. It had been a few feet away, and when you’d gone to move, you had been jolted forward, a pair of arms wrapping around you, and slammed into the dirt ground on your side.

You’d smelt the cheap cigarette smoke on his breath and the balm he used in his beard, and known it was Frank fucking Woods who’d tackled you.

The explosion had gone off, dust kicking up everywhere and shrapnel flinging itself in every direction but somehow barely nicking either of you.

His hot breath had fanned against your neck, mouth mere inches from your neck. His arms were squeezing tight around your torso, almost to the point of pain, but just not quite. One of his legs was thrown over yours, foot hooking around your ankle and pulling you back into him.

It was an oddly intimate position, and not just because of the fact that he had very likely just saved your life.

It might’ve been his hard-on pressed against your ass.

For a moment, there was just silence and the sound of both of you panting. Adrenaline and something else was running through your veins. You shifted and glanced back at him, taking one look at his heated stare and blown pupils, the way his tongue darted out to lick his too-chapped lips, and knew that things couldn’t go back to normal.

The moment had been interrupted by Mason, walking in and telling you both to wrap it up, only to take a very bewildered double take a moment later as he realized what he’d seen.

“Get off me, bastard.”

“A thank you would be nice.”

“Thanks for not flattening me, fatass.”

After that, the line between professional and something else had blurred, and you didn’t know where either of you were now. Too afraid to cross, unsure if you already had, and not eager to take the first step.

It had escalated from little lingering glances during debriefs, to the smallest brushes of touch between insults, to now, wearing his trademark green slip of fabric as a ponytail holder and not hesitating to flank him alongside Mason.

A rocky, unsteady trust was built, though more out of necessity than want.

You had slowly become his weak spot. Heated touches and looks, wanton gazes, made the entire team tense. The anticipation of waiting for something to finally happen between you two, for someone to take the first step despite the animosity both of you showed.

It had come to a head on a specific mission.

It should’ve been simple, get in, get the information the CIA wanted, and get out. Key word: should’ve.

Not clad in your usual military gear, opting for normal black clothing to keep hidden. If everything went right, you wouldn’t need a bulletproof vest or any gear, anyway.

Everything had gone fine right up until the point where it hadn’t. You had managed to slip past the guards quickly, in the outside base, Frank following, Mason stationed nearby to provide an eye on everything.

“All clear.”

His voice came over the radio.

You turned the corner, moving to a small building where you heard the crackle of a radio, and slowly opened the rickety metal door, scanning for anybody in it.

Clear.

“Moving into a building.”

You’d muttered, holding a small button on the radio clipped to your vest to relay the message to Mason.

“Copy that. Keep quiet.”

Woods snorted at that.

“Great advice.”

He muttered, closing the metal door behind him and twisting the small lock on the handle, standing up from his crouched position and stretching his back with a small groan.

“Like you’re any better.”

You shot him a look, moving to the table with the radio and observing it, fiddling with a few buttons before deciding there wasn’t anything valuable. The rest of the contents of the table, not as useless, not at all.

“Isn’t this what we need?”

You asked in a skeptical tone, looking at a few of the files on the table, all classified information that they’d carelessly left out. Woods had leaned in, just a bit too close to you, and shrugged.

“Fuck if I know. Probably.”

He glanced back at them, then at the stairs to the second floor.

“Gonna head upstairs, see if anything good’s up there.”

His definition of good was an explosive, a gun, or money, so you weren’t exactly confident he’d find anything actually useful for the mission.

You opened the files, skimming over the information inside, missing the subtle click of background noise that you had probably assumed was Woods shuffling around upstairs. A few quiet footsteps, and then something solid was slammed into your head.

Pain blossomed through your body as an adrenaline rush began pumping through your veins, and you grunted at the pain of the blow before turning—more being grabbed, and thrown to the floor before you could even attempt a defense.

Your hands pushed at the enemy soldier above you, kicking and clawing at him, trying to yell only for his gloved hand to smother your mouth.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The hand over your mouth quickly went around your neck, squeezing just tight enough for you to start losing the ability to think straight while running out of oxygen.

“Fuck off—“

You ground out, eyes going over to the stairwell as you saw a blurry figure stalk down them. Just as your vision began turning to black, objects turning to blurry flecks of color as your eyes watered, the man above you was suddenly ripped off as Woods wrestled him to the ground.

You took a desperate gasp of air, lungs burning with it as your throat ached, the pain in your head barely beginning to subside.

Moving to get to your feet, you watched as the man collided to the floor with Frank, your coworker’s fist slamming into the soldier’s face with a strength you hadn’t seen from him in….ever.

The man grabbed his pistol, hand barely gripping it as he used it to pistol whip Woods right in the nose, before you scrambled over and wrestled the gun out of his hand, seeing his finger going for the trigger before you snatched it, and aligned it with his temple before firing.

The grunting and sounds of fighting suddenly died down completely, the mystery soldier going limp, and Woods rolling off of him.

“Jesus,”

He muttered, wiping at his bleeding nose, his knuckles scraped and bloody. Maybe it was the lightheadedness from being choked out, or the adrenaline making your blood rush through your body, but goddamn did he look hot.

He glanced up at you, both of your eyes meeting, and for a split second there was dead silence other than both of your ragged breathing before you lunged and this time, you tackled him to the floor.

Your lips collided with his, body landing right on top of his as your hands went to grab his face, not letting him move an inch other than closer to you. He hummed, almost fucking moaning into it, shoving his tongue right into your mouth with no qualms, only to let out a huff of laughter through his nose when you pushed right back.

He rolled over, trapping you against the concrete floor, not being surprised when your hands shifted right down to his chest and tried pushing him back onto his back.

Your mouths separated long enough for him to gasp in a breath of air before slamming right down into you again, his rough, calloused hands sliding under your shirt, feeling up every inch of your skin until reaching your bra, only to get kneed in the dick by none other than you.

You ended the kiss for the moment, pushing him off of you, watching as he groaned and cradled his crotch.

“Bitch,”

He panted out, no real ire in his tone, a near-feral grin on his face as he watched you get up, knees nearly buckling.

“I’d rather not repeat earlier, dumbass. If you’re gonna fuck me—“

Your sentence was interrupted with a grunt as you grabbed a nearby metal cabinet, and moved to push it in front of the door so you didn’t have anyone interrupting either of you. He watched you struggle for a moment, before getting to his feet, and planting his feet on the ground while shoving the cabinet alongside you.

“—we aren’t getting interrupted.”

You finished once the cabinet was moved, watching as he grabbed it and picked it up with an astounding ease too, shifting it to an angle against the door, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Show off.”

You scoffed. He let out a little chuckle at that, turning to you with a raised brow.

“Barricades go at an angle. I’ve told you that before.”

Stupid banter and teasing was all it was. You looked him up and down, eyes lingering on certain areas, before replying.

“I was a bit distracted.”

He was a sight like this. Bloodied knuckles, dried blood on his face, sweaty and clearly on some kind of high from adrenaline, spit smeared on his beard.

“Oh, I’ll show you distracted.”

The hint of a threat made something fire up in your veins as he wrapped a single one of his arms around your waist, lifting and throwing you over his shoulder, ignoring your little “Hey—!”, as he carried you to the desk, his other arm impatiently swiped all of the important documents to the ground as he set you down on the desk.

“I hate you,”

You said, giving him an indignant look before leaning forward and hurriedly resuming the earlier kiss you had abruptly ended, his beard tickling your face as you moved your hands to slip under his shirt, feeling up from the little pudge of his stomach, to the hard muscle of his torso, to his hairy chest, and back down.

He caught on quickly, groaning as he shoved his hands under your shirt in return, rough, calloused hands feeling up every inch of your skin, the fat and muscle of it, up to your bra.

He pulled away just a moment, panting for air, fingers lingering at the edge of your bra. He raised his brows in question.

“Go on,”

“Thought you hated me?”

“Shut up.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, cupping your breasts and squeezing, kneading the fat of them as your breath caught in your throat. Your hands moved to his shirt, pawing at it until catching the end and yanking it upwards. He flashed a cocky grin, pulling his hands out from your shirt, quickly stripping out of his shirt, revealing the thin layer of fat covering his muscular physique.

You practically clawed your shirt off, feeling overheated in it now, anyway, the bra soon to follow.

“Fuuuck,”

He groaned as he saw you, his hands itching to touch you anywhere and everywhere, need building in his gut as he began a slow, heated trail of kisses from your jawline, down your neck and collarbone, taking care to suck and bite on the skin there, leave his mark, all the way down between the valley of your tits, your stomach, until he reached your pants.

A little glance up at you for confirmation, and he was pulling them down with an almost embarrassing desperation, though Frank Woods would never be embarrassed of being desperate for you.

Your underwear was yanked down as he dropped to his knees, the hard impact of the concrete barely registering as he wrapped his hands around your thighs, letting you choose to spread them, and fucking buried his face in your cunt.

“Jesus fucking—Frank!”

Too much too fast, the sensations went from zero to one hundred as he slid his tongue up your folds, took a second to find your clit, and latched onto it, lapping at it like a dog while groaning like a senseless mutt.

Your hips bucked forward as you cried out, muscles constricting and tensing before relaxing as you squirmed beneath him. One hand deserted its post at your thigh and slipped down to your pussy, and he ran his middle and index finger through your slick, before surprisingly gently fingering at your hole, making sure that would fit.

Your hands fisted in his hair but allowed a moment of reprieve as he stopped for just a moment to breathe, nearly gasping for it. His eyes were half-lidded and looked hazy, like he was drunk, high, or both.

“Fuckin’ heaven.”

He muttered, throwing a lazy smile up at you as he leaned forward, licking a lewd stripe up your cunt while maintaining eye contact, slipping both of his fingers in right then. You groaned, eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around the sudden intrusion of his fingers, their calluses and thicker-than-normal girth a new experience for you.

“Woods,”

You gasped his name like a prayer when he dove back in, his tongue working you hungrily, like a man starved, disgustingly hot slurping sounds making their way into your ears as his pace with his fingers quickened, slamming in, out, in, out and rubbing against a certain sweet spot in a delicious way that made you dizzy.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you felt everything tense, an orgasm quickly approaching and threatening to overwhelm you completely. You were torn between tugging his face closer and pushing it away as your hips steadily rocked against him, basically grinding against his face at this point.

Either he noticed your tighter grip, the gasps and moans becoming quickly incomprehensible as you babbled pure nonsense, or the muscles in your thighs tensing up just a bit too much to be normal, because he intensified his ministrations, sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it, until that cord in your stomach finally snapped and you nearly screamed, only not because his other hand moved to your mouth, shoving a few fingers in, and you began mindlessly sucking on them, moaning around them.

Your vision went blurry and spotted for almost a moment, everything trembling as Woods slowly pulled his fingers out, sucking each off with a little ‘pop’ at the end, and standing back up.

He eased his other fingers out of your mouth, wrapping both arms around you, holding you against his chest as he rubbed your back, cradling your trembling body.

“I know, it’s a whole fuckin’ lot. Did so good for me, pretty girl.”

He murmured, one of his hands going to gently rub at your scalp, idly playing with your hair while waiting for you to come down from your high and resettle. He didn’t want to overwhelm you too much.

A few minutes passed, of him holding you close, muttering sweet nothings into your ear, with a honeyed tone with that delicious rasp and almost growl of his, before you finally came back down to Earth, dazed and horny as fuck.

“You alright?”

He asked, and you groaned.

“Never been better. You gonna show me what you’re packing?”

You gave a pointed glance at the very noticeable tent in his pants, and he laughed breathlessly, his hand going to tug down the thick canvas texture pants he was wearing, kicking them off until they joined the rest of both of your clothes on the floor. His old, ratty boxers that he’d probably had since the Vietnam War were next to go, his cock springing out in all of its ungroomed glory.

Precum was smeared and beaded on the tip, probably why there was a wet spot on his boxers. It was hairy, much like the rest of Frank, not that you really gave a shit. A good 5 inches, pretty damn thick too.

Jesus Christ.

“Enjoying the view?”

He asked with a cocky, knowing smirk, as you’d been having a staring contest with his dick. You rolled your eyes, reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his cock, watching as it twitched a bit in your hand, examining the way Woods’ expression shifted into pleasure when you squeezed just a bit, and teasingly just barely rubbed the tip.

“I think I’ll like the feel more.”

You said, listening to the low moan that slipped out from his lips, the steady rocking of his hips against your hand as it seemed to throb in your hands, having a pulse of its own.

“Oh, god—“

Woods wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he figured that he was being blessed by some god out there if he was experiencing this right now.

His breathing grew a bit heavier as his brows furrowed, thighs clenching and his knees threatening to give out from under him. God, he was so fucking close—and—

You stopped.

Completely took your hand off, and when he fully opened his eyes, you were looking at him with a smug little smirk that both made him want to strangle you and also made his dick stand prouder than ever.

“You just love torturing me—don’t you?”

He asked, trying to regulate his breathing as he wrapped a hand around himself, giving a few little pumps, and moving forward, rubbing his cock through your folds a few times to lubricate himself, before aligning with your entrance.

You spread your legs, wrapping them around his torso and squeezing to pull him in closer, trap him in, your hands going to hold him close as they wrapped around his upper back, nails threateningly close to scratching him.

“It’s hardly torture,”

You said in an amused tone, squeezing just a bit tighter as his hand went to rub at the fat of your hip.

“Relax, mama, don’t wanna hurt you.”

He muttered, moving torturously slowly as he pushed his bulbous tip in, finally getting it all the way in as he let you have a little moment to adjust as you clenched around him. His thumb went to go rub at your clit, small, slow circles around and around it, trying to get you to relax.

He succeeded, as the stimulation went right to your head, lips parting as you lowly moaned, leaning forward and leaning your head on his shoulders.

“Yeah, feels good, right? You like that, baby?”

He cooed in your ear, using your state to slip just a little bit more slowly in, and letting out a shaky breath as your body clenched around him, sucking him further into the sticky, wet, warmth of you.

He began rocking his hips slowly out, then right back in, until eventually he could slide nearly all the way in. Finally, after what felt like hours, he bottomed out and let out a shuddering breath that almost sounded like a whine.

“So fuckin’ tight, gonna squeeze my dick right off, baby—“

He mumbled, letting his finger on your clit speed up just a little bit while beginning with slow, languid thrusts while he groaned right into your ear, slowly speeding up until his arm was holding you tightly to him purely so you didn’t move around too much or get friction burns.

The initial stretch hadn’t been terrible, but now, with his pace picking up until he was pounding into you like a rabbit, rubbing right up against every little sweet spot buried in you that you hadn’t even known you’d had.

Your puffy cliff was practically being rubbed raw, overstimulation building as your mind tried processing and failed, too overwhelmed in a good way as you couldn’t think of a single fucking thing.

“Frank—“

His name, you could cry out that much. Your nails dug into the tanned and freckled skin of his back, scratching long red marks up and down, something he’d definitely feel later.

“Yeah? What is it, baby?”

You were jolted back and forth due to the impact of his hips and yours. The whines increasing in pitch and the moans were about the only thing you could get out between hiccups, your back arching in ecstasy, hips jerking forward in an attempt to push him deeper.

“‘S too much,”

You whined, and he gave a little shake of his head.

“No, you can take it, doing so well. Being so nice and pretty, jus’ needed a little bit of dick, didn’t you?”

He mumbled, pushing forward in a particularly hard thrust and watching the little bulge that appeared for a second, and leaning forward to press a hot kiss to your lips, not caring for a mess he made.

His thumb picked up the pace, rubbing faster and faster, while he continued to hammer into you, and the pleasure quickly became overwhelming, a few tears pricking at your eyes as you couldn’t do anything but cry out his name, moan, and take it. He was clearly getting close to a climax as well, judging by how his eyes squeezed shut, thighs clenching desperately.

“Jesus, fuck, oh my god,”

He rasped out, his head tilting back slightly as his rhythm slipped for a moment, desperately rutting into you like an animal. All the pleasure came to a singular point, and your orgasm crashed over you, unbearable and making something under your skin claw at you for freedom.

Your legs spasmed as you clenched around his dick like a vice, and he let out a little yelp, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head as he came on sight, stuffing you full of his cum while desperately shoving it deeper with his hips, groaning like a whore.

Your entire body felt weak and drained, limp as a fucking noodle, your vision still not completely back to normal after the intense aftershocks of your climax. Your heart was pounding, hips bucking at every little crumb of stimulation now.

Frank was breathing hard, leaning against the table, before regaining mental consciousness and slowly pulling out, cringing at how sensitive he was.

“You okay?”

A glint of worry underlied his assessing gaze as he looked you over, this time not a hint of lust, checking for any injuries to see if he accidentally had hurt you.

You felt like you’d just run a marathon. But taking a look at the documents on the floor, you remembered that you both still had a job to do, and an important one, too.

“Fine. Just..tired.”

Taking one look at you, he picked your clothes up off the ground and set them on the table.

The chill of the air nipped at your skin, though he didn’t seem as bothered by it, slowly helping your limp legs back into underwear, trying not to watch his own spend drip out of you, then pants.

He slipped your bra on, shirt soon to follow, eyes momentarily drifting to the various bruises and little indentations of teeth marks he’d left, before grabbing his own clothes and beginning to put them back on. A few minutes and he was clothed, before the both of you began picking the documents up, at this point just assuming they were the right ones and wanting to leave.

You realized quite a lot too late that the way it had landed on the floor, the button to relay a message had been pressed down the entire time.

Meaning Mason had overheard the entire thing.

You and Woods exchanged a look, before he started poorly suppressing a laugh. You sighed, pressing the button down.

“We’re finished in here. Got the information, we’ll be heading out now.”

Mason’s voice came back over after a minute.

“I’m well aware that you both finished. You’re clear, no traffic.”

Woods’ poorly restrained laugh became a poorly muffled laugh at that.

It was safe to say that once all of you got to exfil, simply a discreet van, it was a long ride home. Mason stared at the ground the entire time, while you took a nap on Woods’ shoulder, and Frank seemed awfully proud of himself, talking about anything that came to mind before passing out on Mason’s shoulder in the final stretch of the car ride.

At least you wouldn’t be alone in your barracks anymore.