#surprisingly not panicking which is great

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | meeting the family

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, and liam lawson + special feature franco colapinto and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @holycastles) : your formula one boyfriend meeting your seemingly "normal" family

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 2661

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ᡣ𐭩 a/n : surprisingly this 10k event isn't overwhelming.. it's such a good downtime from having to study for finals >.<

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi stood at your door holding a pie.

a literal pie.

“i didn’t know what to bring,” he mumbled. “my mom said pie is safe.”

you blinked. “you baked?”

“supervised.”

he was already flushed before your family even answered the door. when your dad opened it, kimi stood straighter than you’d ever seen him, like he was back on the karting grid at age twelve.

“hello, sir. thank you for having me. i brought… pastry.”

your dad raised an eyebrow. “pie?”

“yes. that.”

you tried not to laugh.

inside, it was mild chaos. your younger cousins immediately started whispering about “the mercedes kid” like he couldn’t hear them. your aunt hugged him too long. your mom made him a plate before he could even sit down.

kimi’s hands were in his lap the whole time. his posture was so straight it hurt to look at. he said yes sir, no ma’am, thank you very much. and the only time he dared look away from his food was to check if you were still there.

your cousin leaned over halfway through dinner and whispered, “is he always this… robotic?”

you smiled. “he’s just nervous.”

he looked like he was surviving a full-blown press conference. until your uncle asked, “so how serious are you two, huh?”

kimi blinked like the question short-circuited him.

you jumped in quickly. “we’re not getting married, uncle joe.”

“i didn’t say that,” he grinned. “just wondering if mercedes' the only thing he’s committed to.”

kimi nearly choked on his water. “i mean—yes. no. i mean—yes, i’m committed. not just to mercedes. to her too. but not—like—married committed. just—” he turned bright red. “you know what? i should stop talking.”

the room went silent for half a beat.

then your dad laughed. “relax, kid. you’re alright.”

that night, as you walked him to his car, kimi rubbed the back of his neck.

“they were looking at me like i was about to propose.”

“you did say you’re committed.”

“i panicked.”

you smiled, tugging his sleeve. “you did great.”

he finally smiled back, soft and a little crooked. “your dad said i can come back.”

“you want to?”

he looked at you, more certain than he had been all night. “yeah. i do.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

ollie bounced nervously on his heels at your doorstep, holding a suspiciously lopsided cake he insisted on baking “from scratch.”

“it’s… edible,” he said, side-eyeing it like it might betray him. “i think.”

you grinned. “it’s sweet. they’re gonna love you.”

“they better,” he muttered. “i watched a ten-minute youtube video on ‘how to impress your girlfriend’s father’ for this.”

you stared. “please tell me that’s a joke.”

“it had animations.”

you couldn’t stop laughing.

from the second your family opened the door, ollie was full golden retriever mode. hugged your mom without hesitation. complimented the wallpaper like it was his job. called your grandma “queen” and meant it.

but your dad?

that was his mission.

“sir,” he said, offering his hand with olympic-level intensity. “big fan. of… your house. and your daughter. and your grilling skills. smells amazing out here.”

your dad blinked. “you alright, kid?”

“yep!” ollie said way too fast. “just eager to bond.”

at dinner, he tried to subtly mirror your dad’s posture, which ended with him sitting like a stiff action figure. he laughed at all his jokes. nodded like he understood the economy. agreed to try the spiciest dish on the table and instantly regretted it.

you passed him a glass of water under the table.

“i’m fine,” he whispered hoarsely. “this is fine. i’m proving my worth.”

you nearly choked trying not to laugh.

later, you found him in the backyard with your dad, holding barbecue tongs like a sword, listening to a long story about fishing while nodding very seriously.

“he likes me,” ollie whispered when you came outside.

“he told you that?”

“no, but he handed me the tongs. that means something.”

on the way home, he beamed the whole time. “i think your dad’s my best friend now.”

“bold.”

“he invited me golfing.”

“you don’t play golf.”

“i’ll learn.”

you looked at him, this chaotic, giggling, totally love-struck idiot, and shook your head fondly. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously winning over your family,” he said proudly.

and honestly? he wasn’t wrong.

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

yuki arrived five minutes early, hands folded neatly in front of him, shirt pressed and hair just slightly too styled. he looked… nervous, but in that perfectly composed way that made you want to pull him into a hug.

“you don’t have to bow,” you whispered, watching him do just that when your mom opened the door.

“i know,” he whispered back, “but i want to be respectful.”

respectful might’ve been an understatement. within ten minutes of entering the house, yuki had complimented the decorations, asked your dad thoughtful questions about his hobbies, and called your grandma’s cooking “the best meal i’ve had all year.”

“you brought flowers?” your mom asked, touched.

“and tea,” he said shyly, holding out the perfectly wrapped box. “from japan. my favorite kind.”

you could physically see your mother melt.

the dinner table conversation started light, a few questions about where he grew up, how he liked traveling, if he missed japan. yuki answered every single one kindly, never cutting anyone off, listening fully before responding.

you were so proud you nearly cried.

but the second your little cousin leaned in and whispered, “do you drive really fast?” something shifted.

yuki grinned.

“only when they let me.”

from there, it spiraled. he told stories about karting crashes and near-misses in the most matter-of-fact tone while your uncles leaned in like it was a campfire tale. when your aunt asked how he handles fear, he just shrugged and said, “i scream on the inside. then i go faster.”

by dessert, your mom was feeding him extra servings and calling him “sweetheart,” your grandma was offering to knit him socks, and your cousin was asking if he’d teach them how to drive.

you found him leaning against the hallway wall later, looking overwhelmed but happy.

“are you okay?” you asked, sliding next to him.

“your family is amazing,” he whispered. “but your mom keeps feeding me. i might explode.”

you laughed and rubbed his arm.

he looked at you, soft and a little wide-eyed. “your grandma just kissed my cheek.”

“she does that.”

“she also told me i have husband eyes.”

you blinked. “what?”

“i panicked and bowed again.”

you nearly doubled over with laughter.

“you’re a hit,” you said.

he smiled quietly, cheeks pink. “good. i wanted them to like me.”

you kissed his cheek. “they love you.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

isack strolled up to your parents’ door like he wasn’t dying inside. hands in his pockets, shirt wrinkled just slightly, like he got ready too fast after overthinking what to wear for thirty minutes.

“i’m calm,” he said.

“you’re not.”

“i’m french. i’m composed.”

you snorted. “you’re sweating through your shirt.”

he knocked anyway.

your mom greeted him with a warm smile and your dad stood behind her with his arms crossed, silently evaluating him like a pit crew chief sizing up a suspicious front wing.

“hi, uh… bonjour? i mean, hello. thank you for having me.” isack blinked. “sorry. language overload.”

he was polite — genuinely trying. sat upright. complimented the dinner. called your dad sir at least three times. but then someone — your cousin, of course — brought up the one thing guaranteed to send him straight into a tailspin.

“wait. you’re the no no no i destroyed ze carrr guy, right?”

isack’s soul left his body.

“no,” he said too quickly. “that wasn’t me.”

you cackled. “yes it was.”

“do you say it like that in real life?” your uncle asked, grinning.

“no!” isack groaned. “only once. under stress. high emotion.”

your cousin pulled up the clip on their phone. isack covered his face in both hands.

you leaned over, whispering in his ear. “you okay?”

“i’m being haunted by my own voice.”

he recovered eventually. teased your cousins back. made your dad laugh with a sarcastic “i promise i drive better than i talk.” won over your mom when he offered to help clean up and ended up drying dishes while telling her about how he got into racing.

later, in the car, he leaned his head back against the seat and sighed.

“that was brutal.”

“you were great.”

“they all mocked me. quoted me. in multiple accents.”

you grinned. “they do that to everyone.”

he turned to look at you, eyes still wide. “your grandma said i look skinnier in person.”

“she says that to celebrities. you’re famous now.”

he groaned. “i hate this family.”

you kissed his cheek. “no you don’t, you love us.”

he smiled, soft and red-faced. “okay… maybe i do love you guys.”

ʚ・liam lawson

liam showed up with a six-pack of your dad’s favorite beer and a bag of dog treats.

you blinked at him on the doorstep. “you brought what?”

“strategic bribes,” he said. “i’m trying to secure my position.”

he got both feet in the door and immediately crouched down to greet your golden retriever like it was his dog.

“look at this face,” he said, ruffling the fur behind her ears. “you’re a unit, aren’t you?”

your mom smiled warmly. “she usually doesn’t like new people.”

liam grinned. “i speak fluent dog.”

the dog rolled onto her back like she’d known him her whole life. you watched from the hallway, slack-jawed.

dinner started off simple. liam was friendly, relaxed, throwing in “ma’am” and “sir” when needed but still being his usual cheeky self.

“you’re from new zealand, right?” your uncle asked.

liam nodded. “we have sheep, rugby, and now… somehow, me.”

your dad actually laughed, and you nearly choked on your drink.

he slid into conversation so naturally it was almost unfair. talking rugby with your dad. asking your grandma how long she’s been crocheting and then actually caring. helping carry dishes to the sink without being asked.

you caught your mom whispering to your aunt, “he’s got good manners. the funny kind.”

and then, mid-dessert, it happened.

your dog jumped into liam’s lap.

“she doesn’t even do that for me,” you said.

“she’s in love with me. sorry, babe.”

“she’s my dog.”

liam scratched behind her ears. “she’s chosen.”

later, while everyone was chatting, you found him near the coat rack, dog curled up at his feet, both looking suspicious.

you raised an eyebrow. “you better not be planning a dog heist.”

“me?” he blinked, mock offended. “never.”

“liam.”

“okay, listen,” he whispered. “if i took her, it’s because we share a soul. not because i’m a thief.”

you laughed and reached down to ruffle her fur. “you’re ridiculous.”

“she likes me more than your dad does.”

“he invited you to the barbecue next week.”

liam grinned. “then i win.”

as you both walked to the car later that night, the dog followed you to the door. liam looked back at her with genuine heartbreak.

“i’ll miss you,” he said dramatically. “stay strong, my fluffy queen.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

ʚ・franco colapinto

you warned him.

you said, “they’re loud. there’s like twenty of them. someone’s always grilling something. someone else will be dancing. my grandma will try to kiss your face.”

franco just grinned. “sounds fun.”

you were thirty seconds into the front yard when he got his first “how handsome” from one of your aunts. he hadn't even taken off his jacket yet.

your uncle hugged him like they were long-lost friends. your younger cousin offered him a soda and then immediately asked how fast his car went. your mom kissed his cheek, told him he was “very handsome,” and franco smiled like he'd just been handed a trophy.

you were watching it unfold in real time: the colapinto effect.

inside, it was pure chaos. laughter in one room, music in another, someone shouting over a blender.

franco thrived.

he complimented the rice, hugged the grandma, took his shoes off without being asked, and said “gracias señora” every chance he got. your aunt actually clutched her chest when he called her food “incredible” in spanish.

at some point, he ended up dancing with two of your little cousins in the living room, one on each foot, spinning them around like a movie montage. your dad watched from the couch, sipped his drink, and nodded slowly.

“alright. i like him.”

meanwhile, franco reappeared beside you in the kitchen, slightly out of breath, hair a little messy, a soft grin on his face.

“i think your grandma just winked at me,” he whispered.

“she probably did.”

“she also offered me food to go and told me i looked too skinny.”

“she’s adopted you now. sorry.”

he laughed quietly, then leaned in. “your family is… everything.”

you tilted your head. “too much?”

he shook his head. “perfect.”

later, after hours of being pulled into photos and interrogated about his star sign and whether or not he could cook eggs, franco finally exhaled next to you on the porch.

“i met, like, thirty people.”

“thirty-five.”

“i flirted with at least ten of them.”

“they flirted first.”

“i know. it was incredible.”

you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder. “they really liked you.”

he smiled. “i really liked them.”

pause.

“…but i’m never leaving without food again. that’s non-negotiable.”

ʚ・lance stroll

lance wasn’t nervous. not exactly. but as he stepped into your parents’ house and was immediately hit with overlapping conversations, two toddlers racing down the hallway, and music playing from a speaker that no one seemed to be in charge of.

you slipped your hand into his.

“too much?”

he blinked once, then shook his head. “no. just… new.”

you’d expected that. lance came from quiet homes and structured dinners and rooms with expensive things that didn’t get touched. your house had mismatched chairs, finger smudges on the windows, and someone yelling “who took the good plate?” from the kitchen.

he took a deep breath and followed you in.

your dad greeted him first. solid handshake. “lance, right?”

“yes, sir. thank you for having me.” he said it so politely your mom actually looked impressed.

he made it through the first hour like a champ — sat on the couch between your cousins and didn’t flinch when your aunt hugged him like they were old friends. he accepted food every time it was offered. he complimented the casserole. he nodded when your uncle asked about his car, even though he clearly had no idea which one he meant.

you found him standing near the kitchen later, hands in his pockets, watching your family like he was trying to piece together a hundred different storylines at once.

“you okay?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard this many people talk at once.”

you laughed. “we don’t really do quiet.”

“i noticed.” he looked at you then, eyes soft. “but it’s kind of… nice.”

you tilted your head. “really?”

“it’s real,” he said simply. “everyone’s just themselves. no performance. no pretending.”

he stayed close the rest of the evening, quietly letting the chaos swirl around him. at one point, your grandma made him a plate and told him he looked tired and “too rich to be eating this little.” he smiled and thanked her and finished every bite.

when it was time to go, he lingered at the door. your little cousin hugged his leg.

“you coming back?”

lance knelt down, smiling. “only if there’s more casserole.”

the kid beamed. “there’s always more.”

on the drive home, he reached for your hand.

“i really liked them,” he said.

“i know. they really liked you too.”

he paused. “do you think next time, i could bring something? like dessert?”

you looked over at him and smiled.

“yeah. i think that’d be perfect.”

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[sugarplumkneecaps]

I have a cute idea for Shadow. Imagine he and reader have a baby girl and when he asks reader what they should name her, reader suggests Maria. 🥹

A/N: This is such a cute idea and I could totally see this happening! Hopefully I did this wholesome idea justice <3

Namesake

Pairing: Shadow x Reader (gender neutral) C/W: none Genre: Romantic, domestic fluff

A small jab within woke you from your nap, causing you to let out a small groan in pain. You were in the uncomfortable stage of pregnancy at this point, where the baby would stretch out within your abdomen in ways you truly could not understand. Shadow was alerted to your state, blinking into existence next to you. Although he had done this time and time again, his sudden presence startled you.

“Oh, jeez Shadow!” You placed your hand on your chest in an effort to calm your racing heart. The involuntary jump earning you another kick from within.

“What’s wrong?!” Shadow knelt down next to you, his careful hand making contact with your stomach. A look of panicked concern consumed his features.

You placed your hand on his, giving it a light squeeze. “The baby is fine, Shadow. They really enjoy having their foot in my ribs-“ your voice dripping with irritation, “but they’re fine.”

His scarlet eyes met yours, your touch and words bringing him a great deal of comfort.

He had been incredibly diligent (and anal, if you’re being honest) throughout your pregnancy. The amount of research he did in his spare time led him to a forming a strict diet and activity regiment for you to keep you and the baby safe. The first trimester was brutal, as the fear of possibly losing the child drove most of his extreme requests. Getting into the second trimester meant that the initial fear gave way to new ones, but still meant that your restrictions weren’t nearly as... restrictive. You were thankful you could at least broaden your meal item choices at this point.

Shadow’s hand lingered between your stomach and your hand for a long moment before he moved to help you onto your feet. “Your ultrasound is today, love. We should get ready.”

“Would you like to finally find out what the gender is?” Your voice resembling that of a plea. Another thing Shadow was surprisingly picky about was not finding out the gender too soon. When you made mention in the past that knowing the gender might help you choose what to buy for the baby, he simply stated that gender neutral items were more sensible anyway.

He pondered your request again for a long time, “I have your clothes set out on the bed. We don’t want to be late.”

Guess that’s a resounding “no” then. You thought to yourself, letting out an exasperated huff.

Once you were dressed, you both were out the door and on your way to the clinic.

This particular clinic was also specially selected by your partner, which you had little to complain about. The quality of the care you had received there had been incredible, for lack of a better word. Your midwife had chatted with you about each and every concern either you or Shadow had with such care and compassion, ensuring you both felt at ease through each stage of the pregnancy. They were the one who greeted you as you entered the building, a warm smile on their lips.

“Today’s a big day,” they cooed. “You must be excited.”

“Absolutely!” You smiled back, moving your hand to hold Shadow’s.

He squeezed your hand lightly, looking over at you lovingly before you both followed the midwife to the room.

You got comfortable on the bed in the center of the room as Shadow took the padded bench to your side. The lights were dim, with a projector light casting a dark image that would soon be images of your baby on the wall in front of you. This was nothing new for you, but each time you had entered this room for an ultrasound it always felt somewhat surreal.

You were carrying a baby. Your baby. His baby.

The technician joined you shortly after you both were comfortable, greeting you, “Hi again, it’s so nice to see you both! I hope things have been well?”

“Yes, Shadow’s been going through a great deal of trouble to ensure they have been,” you laughed. Shadow let out a small huff under his breath as you and the tech shared a chuckle together.

“Are we wanting to find out the gender today?” they inquired, looking to you.

You bit your lip lightly before opening your mouth to answer.

“Yes.”

To your surprise, it was Shadow who answered. You whipped your head around to look at him, your voice catching. A whisper was all you could manage, “really?”

He nodded, caressing your cheek as he ran a thumb over the blush forming.

The technician was quick to get to work, applying warmed gel to your abdomen before placing the wand against your skin.

A black and white image appeared on the projection in front of you, little features of your baby coming into view. The tech went over each; the hands, the face, the feet. Each bringing you and Shadow a sense of shared joy and relief to see your baby doing so well. The tech paused, inquiring once again, “are we ready to see what gender baby is?”

Shadow held your hand tight, “we’re happy with whatever, as long as they are healthy.”

His anxiety present in his words, you rubbed your thumb over his in an effort to soothe him. “We’re ready.”

The wand moved, as did the image in front of you. At this point you only hoped that the baby would cooperate long enough to discern the sex. The room stood still as the image halted, anticipation hanging in the air.

“Now you see this area here? You’re having a girl.”

A sudden rush of emotions overtook you and Shadow as the information registered. You looked over to see his eyes get wide before he pulled you into a tight hug.

“We’re going to have a girl,” he repeated, as if in a trance.

-----

You held the roll of ultrasound images in your hand for what felt like an eternity. Things had been quiet, the only sound coming from Shadow prepping dinner in the kitchen.

A baby girl.

Shadow had refused to discuss baby names up to this point, leaving the realm of possibilities open for any number of choices. You played around with a few, saying them under your breath to see which one might stick.

“Dinner is ready,” Shadow called as he plated the food.

You made your way to the table, roll of pictures still in hand. As you sat down, you placed the images to the side of your plate, the ultrasound featuring the words “it’s a girl!” accompanying an identifying circle on top.

Shadow paused to look at it as he brought you your drink, reaching over to plant a kiss on your forehead before sitting across from you.

“Have you thought of a name?”

He took a slow bite and chewed for a moment. “Not yet. Have you?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip (earning you a lighthearted scolding from Shadow) before scooping up a bite of food yourself. The reality was that, yes, you had in fact thought of a name. You had thought of a hundred names. But only one felt right to you. All you were hoping was that he would feel the same.

The long pause between you revealed your answer in part, eliciting a warm smile from your partner. “Well, don’t keep me waiting. What is it?”

Butterflies fluttered through your stomach up to your heart, causing your cheeks to burn as the name repeated over and over in your head. You swallowed hard, “Maria.”

Shadow stopped his movements immediately, his warm smile mixing with an expression you could not decipher. His utensil fell from his hand as he rose from his seat, making his way over to you slowly. You panicked, hoping that you did not offend him.

He grabbed your shoulders and peered into your eyes. You realized the his were welling up with silent tears before he fell to his knees before you. You pulled him into a tight embrace, brushing your fingers through his quills. “Only if-“ you stuttered, his sudden vulnerability catching you off guard. “Only if that’s okay with you-“

He pulled back to look at you, tears falling freely down his cheeks. “It’s perfect.”

[gothamundernightlight]

Random Shit the Waynes Do on Social Media

Dick:

- The white whale of D1 and Olympic gymnastics athletes; always stitches their stunts and challenges, executing them perfectly, but no one knows who he is or who trained him

- Shares pictures of random children, and the whole internet becomes a detective trying to figure out if Bruce Wayne adopted another kid or if his gymnastics students won another trophy

- Photo montages of Haley being the cutest, which slowly transitions into Haley in whatever cute hat the internet can send to Dick’s PO Box

- Random video of him skydiving while giving tips on what to do if your chute doesn’t deploy. He never deploys his chute doing the video and no one can tell if it’s a bit or not.

Jason:

- AI Voiceover text posts providing surprisingly insightful analysis into classic literature

- A full six part rant on the Broadway adaptation of “The Great Gatsy”

- Random selfies complete with wildly made up backstories of any and every new injury he has

- Prank war on Damian specifically (this was intended for Talia but his finger slipped and now the whole internet loves it)

Tim:

- Randomly goes live to do study/work/research with me sessions complete with an actually decent Lofi soundtrack that no one can find (He totally mixes it himself but won’t admit it)

- Did ONE social media vlog for WE’s marketing division and it went so viral he gets forced to do more. The dead eyed stare he gives the camera with every stupid dance the intern teaches him makes the video top-tier

- Cute couples videos with Bernard

- Skateboard tricks (and fails)

- Screenshots of text conversations between him and his siblings discussing the most random shit??

Cass:

- Dance routines/pre-show/GRWM videos

- Shakily filmed videos of her kicking Dick’s ass and everyone just calls her a baddie in the comments. She doesn’t know what that means but she appreciates the love.

- Her and Steph’s late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot

Steph:

- Posts riddles and puzzles and how to solve them. She’s really good at it. Riddler hates her.

- Apartment tour of all the purple shit she owns. She’ll never admit that the room she’s showing off is her Wayne Manor bedroom, so everyone believes she just has a moderately sized loft apartment somewhere and she just never shows the kitchenette

- Her and Cass’s late night food runs with the two of them just belting out to a song in a dark parking lot

- POV shots of her going up to the boys asking them random questions. Dick matches her energy. Jason tells her to fuck off. Tim is barely conscious. Damian always has an overly rational answer to take the fun out of it. Duke just stares blankly at her (he always comes back later with a proper answer now that he’s had time to think about it). Bruce just stares blankly at her

Damian:

- Art reveals that never get many views but he’s still proud of nonetheless. Dick always comments on them to hype him up

- Accidentally recreates a popular vine that went viral and it’s just him insulting fellow GA kids under his breath but one of them says hi to him and he’s instantly polite back. His most popular video

- The multi-part experiment of him trying to Pavlov Tim, and when it actually works, Tim just chases Damian around the manor. The video cuts to black frames after Tim takes a flying launch at him

- All the pet videos. There are so many. People try to cancel him for exploiting them, but Damian clearly demonstrates that he would never force his animals to participate for views and how they will just leave if they don’t want to do something. Batcow is in the background just two-stepping unprompted

Duke:

- Every morning without fail, he posts a daily sunrise pic of Gotham, with a positive affirmation caption. One day he’s sick and he wakes up to a thousand messages of people panicking because their favorite poster has disappeared. He never misses a sunrise again

- Passionate rants about local government. Will not shut up about it. He might be an anarchist, but he’s forever remain optimistic that one day the systems that define society will one day actually work for all people. Bruce has every single one saved so he can implement Duke’s ideas into reality

- Boxing videos of him training with Luke. It’s never meant to be a thirst trap…but sometimes it is

- Dumb selfies. Duke unironically loves taking them, no matter what face he pulls, what filter he uses, not even caring where he is. This gets him in trouble the one time he posts one of him leaning off the edge of a high rise roof

Babs:

- Constant lectures on cybersecurity and internet safety. She teaches this at the library as a volunteer but feels she can reach a lot of people by building a platform

- Computer build stuff. Brands reach out to her for her reviews and she thoroughly discusses each product in length

- Rarely posts about her disability, but absolutely tears people to shreds when they make ableist comments about her. The only time she brings it up first is when City Hall takes over a month to fix their elevator and she calls them out on it

Harper:

- Electronics repairs. She constantly takes things apart to teach people how to fix it, and this can range from toys to cars. On more than one occasion , her video has been interrupted by someone who planned to be using the vehicle she’s just taken apart

- 2 AM hair dye/maintenance sessions. She constantly gets comments from men being like “Therapy works too, y’know” or “No, you’re so beautiful? Why would you do that to yourself.” She responds to the comments with a video of a gun pointed at the camera with the sole caption being “Fuck Off.”

- Gym videos. She and Dick work out together and he’s the ultimate hype man

- Outfit montages of her getting ready for a random gala and she’s always pulling off the most masc-looking suits that look gorgeous on her

Helena:

- Target practice. She does all kinds of trick shots and crazy crossbow stunts in a wide variety of outfits. Her most popular video is of her in a corset and platform heels.

- Her and Steph bonding over all things purple

- Outfit of the Day posts. The girl has expensive tastes and she absolutely shows it off.

Bruce:

- Occasionally does promo stuff for WE (because Tim refuses to do all of it, and their social media intern won’t back down)

- Shares absolutely wild stories from his college years that somehow always get proven to be true even when the whole comments section is just like “this seems false???”

- Kid tour. He saw one mom do it and felt sad bc he’s never get the kids to agree, but somehow they all did (Alfred bribed them.)

- Shares everything from each one of the charities he’s involved with. Has reposted every single one of their posts on his own personal channel. It raises them hundreds of followers each time.

- One of the kids posted a video montage of Bruce being Brucie and it’s so utterly humiliating? But he won’t delete it because all of the comments say he’s their favorite billionaire and that’s more than his own kids will say.

- Random Pride Month post. Every year it catches people by surprise and every gossip magazine always wonders if Bruce is coming out. He’s just being an ally (and potentially is in denial).

Alfred:

- Prefers not to use social media, but one of the boys filmed him doing random things to teach the internet how to do things properly, like making the bed, doing laundry, etc. Is the internet’s favorite grandpa.

[chanelnumbermine]

2024 f2 boys when you’re on your period | f2 grid picks! x afab!reader

i tried to keep is as gender neutral as possible, i hope you enjoy! i’m still not over this season tbh, so this is me celebrating all the wonderful we made watching f2 this year! most iconic podiums, best battles and the most amazing lineup. it was a pleasure to enjoy this ride with all of you

pairing(s): ollie bearman x afab!reader, kimi antonelli x afab!reader, zane maloney x afab!reader, paul aron x afab!reader, pepe marti x afab!reader, luke browning x afab!reader;

warning(s): mentions of blood?, periods in general, maybe innuendo?

ollie bearman | prema—> haas f1

surprisingly shy about it!

doesn’t want to hurt you in any way, since you’re so sensitive and sore all over

figures its better to not say anything when you’re having an outburst

just watches you with puppy dog eyes and whisperes “can i do anything for you?”

you either burst into tears or scream at him for being so clueless and then also cry into his chest

so he just makes tea

he doesn't really know how to cook, but the british upbringing made him an excellent tea brewer

or so he tells you, knowing it makes you roll your eyes and chuckle

kimi antonelli | prema —> mercedes amg petronas

so so eager to do anything for you!

but kimi might be quite confused about things, especially if you have some weird cravings lol

he’s going to joke about those brownies or steaks, even if you get mad with him, he doesn’t understand he overstepped until you’re really upset with him

so desperate to get you to forgive him

my boy is panicking

turns into a real-life teddy bear

too scared to say anything and trusts that physical contact with do the talking for him

would put on your favourite movie and press kisses all over your cute face until you pout

"please don't pout, tesoro. can i do anything to make you smile again?"

zane maloney | rodin —> formula e

takes this time as an opportunity to get to know you even better

long talks when you can’t sleep bc of cramps and soreness

makes it a point to ask about everything and anything you might need during this time

absolutely ridiculously in love with you, this guy, i swear

has a list of things to do before you get your period

"why would you have a period tracker on your phone?"

he's totally unfazed if you scream at him, which angers you even more and then burst into tears, because why is he so??

he would kiss belly, especially if you're ticklish, just to make you smile a little

paul aron | hitech —> bwt alpine reserve driver

actually enjoys this immensely

he feels useful and that makes him feel good about himself and your relationship

snack run? watch him storm out of the apartment in seconds

blood stain? more than glad to wash your covers

takes this opportunity to bring more blankets and tuck you in

would go absolutely feral if you're particularly sensitive during this time

has to touch you all the time, just to make sure nothing bad happens to you

right? hm, sure. totally not bc he wants to see you squirm a little, nope

pepe marti | campos, redbull academy

resident boyfriend material

but so so smug about it!!!

would be disgustingly overprepared and proud of himself, bragging about what a great partner he is

especially if you get emotional about it (hormones can be rough ugh)

stops yapping once he realises you’re serious and in need some comfort

you’re in his lap in seconds, his warm arms hugging your frame

i would picture him shirtless, trying to give you as much warmth as he can as you cuddle into the late hours of the night

luke browning | hitech —> f2

that’s, my friends, a classic gentleman

he’s quite known for being close with his family, very down to earth, and mature

so i think that attitude would extend to taking care of you during those few difficult days

i picture him calling his mum to ask how to be there for you

he's very perceptive, any gaps in his knowledge are quickly filled by his keen observations and eagerness to learn

would search the internet for cramp remedies and end up with some oddly specific ridiculous one

it's either a miracle or a total disaster, but he manages to bring a smile to your face every time, so he's satisfied

let me know if you'd like more content like that or any drivers you'd like me to write for

masterlist

[emocheol]

comfortable

contains: soonyoung x reader, fluff, reader wears high heels

“soonie, my feet hurt…” you pouted, thinking you were going to get an earful about how he told you to wear comfy shoes and you chose to ignore him.

sure, comfy shoes are practical but high heels were cuter with your outfit.

he immediately stopped walking and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head at you. “i told you not to wear those shoes!” he scolded lightly before he began unlacing his own shoes and taking them off.

he then got down on his knee and tenderly helped you out of your shoes, placing his own on you right away so your feet never touched the ground.

your tried to kick him away since you didn’t want him to have to go through all the trouble but he held you firmly and tied his laces tight on you so they wouldn’t slip off.

“you don’t have to do that…” you said softly, “it’s my fault i didn’t wear good shoes,” you mumbled, knowing you were telling the truth though it was something you didn’t like to admit.

you felt bad that your poor planning caused soonyoung to sacrifice his feet for your comfort.

“nothing’s your fault, sunshine,” he said with a cheery smile, “plus now i get to wear your shoes,” he said, slipping them on.

he struck a pose in your shoes that completely clashed his outfit and his style— plus they were clearly too small for him.

“i bet i could walk in heels better than you,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood since he could tell that you felt bad.

“you’re ridiculous, your feet are gonna hurt if you wear those,” you laughed softly. though you couldn’t deny that he was good at walking in heels, surprisingly so.

soonyoung just pulled you into him and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “better my feet than yours! what kind of boyfriend would i be if i let you walk around in pain?” he questioned, being absolutely appalled at the thought.

a sudden realization dawned and you, “what if you twist your ankle and you can’t dance?” you ask, looking up at him with a panicked expression, you hadn’t even thought of that before.

he looked at you with a deadpan expression, “if i twist my ankle then you have to nurse me back to health, i’d call that a win,” he said with a cheeky smile, continuing to drag you along and walk with him.

“i’m being serious, soonyoung,” you said with an eye roll, “i’d feel terrible,” you said honestly.

“and i’m being serious too! watch!” he exclaimed, letting go of you and breaking into a run, the clack of your heels echoing off the pavement as he ran forward.

your mouth dropped open at his actions and you put a hand to your head. “you will be the death of me, kwon soonyoung!” you called out to him as he continued to run.

“race you home! last one there has to give latte a bath!” he called over his shoulder, giving himself a head start.

this made your ears perk up, it was impossible to coax your dog into bath time and he knew it. you started to run after him, his bigger shoes being on didn’t stop you from attempting to catch up to him.

“no fair! you’re cheating!” you yelled after him, watching how he just turned his head back to you and stuck out his tongue.

so here you were, just a guy sprinting in high heels and a person running after him in huge sneakers yelling expletives while laughing.

now soonyoung had successfully distracted you from feeling bad about switching shoes, and your feet were nice and comfortable.

sure, his feet were also in great pain thanks to your very uncomfortable shoes plus the fact that they were too small for him. but, whenever he looked over his shoulder he was met with your laughing face which seemed to cure his pain.

all he wanted was for you to be comfortable and if sprinting down the block in high heels that made his feet scream was the answer, he’d do it a million times over.

a/n: this is so short and i could not think of how to end this for the life of me sorry T-T

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙

[Warnings: mentions of period cramps, F reader✰] [Word count: 322 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. chuuya, dazai, nikolai

sfw. hcs

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒

the best bf for this in every way

knows exactly when your period is about to start

keeps a calendar especially for your period cycle

treats u like royalty, carries u around, does all the chores, u don't have to lift a finger <33

buys everything you need beforehand, including the snacks you crave.ᐟ.ᐟ

showers you w/ so much gifts and attention

lets u sit on his lap while he's doing paperwork

gets kinda confused when you're super touchy and yell back at him for once lol

actually does a good job keeping his temper in check

10/10--extra cuddles reserved only for you? yes maam ✋

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

this man lmao

does NOT know what to buy

^pathetically inexperienced, the first month yall started dating he panicked and asked if you're dying

called yosano over, in which she patiently explained to him a detailed description of the female body

goes to the stores and buys random things-

most of which doesn't even help, but gives you such a hopeful look you don't have the heart to complain

probably a little overbearing

breathes down your neck every few seconds to ask if you're okay, which u thought was sweet <3

7/10 at least he tries

ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕚

surprisingly attentive

this man's a great body pillow

takes it really well if u have mood swings and get cranky for a while

thinks it's the cutest thing ever when u have to rely on him

buys u a bunch of useless stuff like dazai, but also practical things like a heating pad for your cramps and snacks <3

i can totally see him asking fyodor for advice lmao

sticks to your side like a shadow for the entirety of your cycle, u can't get rid of him

likes to lay his head on ur lap until u doze off

9/10, who needs a heating pad when u have nikolai?

a/n: if this post gets over 300 notes, im doing a pt 2>>> i redesigned my page a few days ago, hope u guys like it.ᐟ as for the people who requested, I'm getting to you guys, this idea had just been in my head for a long time lmao :0

𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾.ᐟ ʚ🍓ɞ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs + ʟɪᴋᴇs ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

o(≧▽≦)o

[wolvwa]

Streamer au Izuku playing dress to impress.

It's cannon.

fem reader (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Sometimes, he begs you to play with him.

"Girl you are not eating.."

"You don't even have skin yet be real."

"Thank you for the five gifted, Deku's....!"

You don't let him finish reading that, and he's very grateful. Overall, his chat is normal, and you two are clipped everywhere on tiktok. Especially when he screams out rigged (and it very much is.)

"Chat we are getting podium today!"

"Dont jinx it baby, please."

He did jinx it.

"Get off of our stage right now girl you did not even touch the plate."

CLIPPPPEEDDDD!!!!

He doesn't spam pose, he has all his posed favorited in order and syncs with you.

When you two finally do get podium, he's cheering and very quickly running off screen to hug you. That's clipped, too. It's either a ship edit or an edit starting with him going "TOLD YALL WE SLAYEDDD!!"

You two make Ochako or Katsuki join you sometimes.

Katsuki is surprisingly good and gets podium almost every time. He thinks it's rigged when he doesn't which makes for a loud ass fucking stream. If it's the same theme he's done, he is not doing the same fit.

Ochako is more calm on the other hand.

"Aw.. you all did great, ggs!" The ggs is a little forced with the people who didn't even try..

I think she's more prone to getting 4th and 3rd place😭

Katsuki is so aggressive reading chat everybody loves him. Show him and edit and he's staring at the screen like.

'...what'

And

'DAMN RIGHT I SERVED CUNT!'

Don't get me started on horror games with these bitches. Most insane sleepover trio.

Everyone's screaming for different reasons. Izuku is floating cause Ochako accidently touched him when she accidentally floated her phone. Bakugou isn't scared, he's just mad you're all being babies. And that you went to try getting Izuku down after sitting to him the whole time.

After stream, Izuku is happily enjoying sleep over time with you all. Katsuki takes over his bed, and you decide to take over his takeover. To which you two have a screaming match. Ochako is fine with her little floor bed while Izuku is panicking on where to sleep.

Would Kaachan really let him sleep in the same bed?

Yes

Katsuki makes Izuku sleep at the bottom

"It's my bed...but okay😒"

You made Ochako join so you two are cuddled against the wall while you hold hands with Izuku from your new long distance relationship 💔

Katsuki grumbles to himself about letting you idiot keep him up so lage and presses his back against yours. He's very warm so you have absolutely no complaints.

Izuku very much does, though.

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

HIIIW HOW ARE YOU? i’ve got a another request for you (i did ask a question a few weeks ago but i’m not sure if you saw it, it’s fine though)

imagine the yan! beasts and the yan! ancients (separately) with a reader that’s very stoic and calm, that has a reputation as a warrior or chief or something like that (something that has to do with fighting or getting or hands dirty.. or numbs? idk cookies don’t necessarily have hands) to hold so they have no room to be soft for anyone, but if you get them a little tipsy, they become more open? y’know how people get cuteness aggression from pets, yeah that’s reader, they become a totally different person when in private.. or tipsy, of course they still have control over themselves but still have like.. major cuteness aggression, but once a day passes, they act like it didn’t even happen

I don't think I ever got that? If you want to resend it, you can!

Eternal Sugar Cookie would more than likely get you purposely tipsy more often to see this side of you, which she believes is reserved only for her. She'll always play it off the next day, acting like she doesn't know what you mean about her always carrying some alcohol.

Mystic Flour Cookie finds it endearing how you open up during events like this, but she never forces you to drink. No, she'll just.. gently persuade you. After all, it's only you two. There's no harm in it!

Burning Spice Cookie, surprisingly, wouldn't take advantage of it. While he'd love to see you more open and closer with him, despite his twisted obsession, he wants that to happen naturally. So getting drinks with him is far and few between, but whenever you two do, manipulation is often involved.

Silent Salt Cookie is similar to Burning Spice Cookie, but he won't hesitate to offer up to glass to you if he feels like you're hiding something from him. Getting you to be more open is a tough thing, so he'll savor the moments where you'll be too tipsy to remember what you tell him.

Shadow Milk Cookie can't help but be a little.. conflicted. While on one hand, you drinking and getting tipsy and being open is great for him, he can get to know more about you! But on the other hand, he wonders about if you'll find out. What will you do? He really doesn't want to have to control you with his strings, but if he has to..

Hollyberry Cookie is probably the reason why you were drinking in the first place. Maybe a game she challenged you to, or just a night out between you, too. Regardless, she's fully aware of what you're like during this, and she takes it to her advantage. She'll learn everything she can about you in that time frame. Say, how about another outing sometime soon?

Dark Cacao Cookie probably doesn't drink that often, meaning you don't either. But when you do, he insists to anyone else that he'll be the one to take care of you. Guiding you to a private room, he'll gently pry information from you. How you feel about him, about others.. all to help his plans of making you love him.

Golden Cheese Cookie probably encourages you to drink. Every time you've gotten tipsy or worse, she's always been there and always there to help you calm down.. while asking questions to you that seem obvious, but to her she needs answered. After all, she can't have you panicking if she keeps you in the kingdom indefinitely..

White Lily Cookie rarely, if ever, drinks, so to see you get tipsy around her is a surprise. And the thing is, she might have not even been around when you first started drinking. She merely stumbled upon you and, well, decided to take advantage of the situation at hand. Just asking some questions, that's all. She just needs to know how you feel about her..

Pure Vanilla Cookie would try his damn hardest not to ask you anything while tipsy, but his obsession would win out. He'd start with small questions before they slowly ramp up in intensity and desperation. Cookies always say that you speak your true thoughts when you're intoxicated, so surely you mean everything you're saying. (He's so delusional.)

[shadowdaddies]

Could you do the classic (in my opinion lol) “if I catch you, I fuck you scenario” with Rhys in Hewn city? I just know this man would have the time of his life teasing and chasing you through the halls.

it’s a classic for a reason 😎 I like the idea of doing this with Rhys bc he would make it interesting with his daemati abilities. This was fun to write, thank you anon

Hide and Seek

Rhys x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, predator/prey, light bondage, rough sex, minors dni or I'll send Bryaxis to live under your bed

You took a deep breath to try to settle your nerves as you set off down the avenue. You and Rhys had a bet: he gave you a ten minute head start once you arrived in Hewn City, and then he had ten minutes to find you. If Rhys found you within the ten minutes, he’d fuck you wherever he found you. 

You were running through the dark walkways as you scanned for any place to hide. With the silver bobbing faelights reflecting against the dark stone of the mountain, it was proving difficult to find a place in the open that you wouldn’t be easily seen. You snuck into the castle, pausing for a moment at the doors to the throne room. No, that would be too obvious. You continued on, becoming breathless and disoriented as you took in the dark artworks of beasts surrounding you. You stopped at the intersection of two hallways, trying to determine if the statue of the great, scaled black beast would be an adequate hiding spot. You turned around; which direction had you just come from? 

“Darling, your ten minutes are up. The hunt begins now,” Rhys’s voice purred in your mind. You panicked, questioning everything as you ran down the nearest hallway. What were you thinking, going into his own castle to hide from him? You opened the first set of doors you found, and quietly slipped into the room. You immediately realized you were in the council chambers. With the exception of the same beastly pillars from the castle halls and the large blacked-out glass table in the center of the room, there was no place to hide. Rhys’s voiced again echoed in your mind, “I can scent you, my love. Have you been lurking around our castle?” 

There was no option to go back into the hallways now, where Rhys would surely find you. You decided your best bet would be to hide under the table, where your reflection was at least hidden, and wait him out. “Not in the throne room, I see. What a shame, you do know how I love to take you on the dais,” Rhys taunted as he flashed memories in your mind of him fucking you on the floor, over the throne, against the pillars; you watching your reflection in the obsidian walls of the room. A shiver made its way up your spine as you were overcome with a wave of arousal. 

You heard slow, measured footsteps nearing the doors of the chambers, too close for your liking. Before you could devise an escape plan, however, the room went black. You suddenly felt like you were floating, suspended among the stars. You basked in the peacefulness of the sensation for a moment, until you felt hands grab around your ankles and pull. You screamed as your surroundings came back into focus. You were back on the floor of the council chambers, Rhys on his hands and knees above you, caging you in as he gave you a feline smirk of amusement. “Five minutes and twelve seconds, darling,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you. 

The kiss was surprisingly gentle, Rhys slowly massaging your tongue with his own as he poured love down the bond to you. You moaned and arched into his touch, causing a smile to form on his lips. He sat up, pulling you with him by your waist as he stood in front of the table and sat you down atop it. He stepped back to assess you, a predator sizing up his captured prey. You squirmed under his powerful stare, anticipation building in your core at what was to come. 

With a flourish of his hand, you were completely bare before him, to cold air of the room causing you to shiver, and you felt your warm arousal seep onto the table between your legs. Rhys noticed it too, locking in on your center with a feral intensity. He swallowed, licking his lips as he removed the belt from his pants. “Your wrists, darling,” Rhys purred at you, nodding his head towards your hands that were resting against the table. You lifted them up together for him, knowing what was coming next. He wrapped his belt around your wrists, securing them snugly together before lifting them above your head. “Keep these up here while I enjoy my reward, love,” he whispered as his eyes roved over your exposed body once more. 

He laid you back against the table, pulling you forward to where your legs were hanging over the edge. Rhys ran his hands in teasing circles up your legs, getting close to your center before dragging them away and further up your body, earning a frustrated huff from you. He chuckled, enjoying your obvious need for him. He continued roaming over your body with his fingertips, pausing to flick each of your nipples harshly as you moaned, desperate for more of his touch. Rhys continued to admire your body, kissing and sucking to leave marks all over your torso. You were writhing underneath him, dripping all over the table when you snapped, “gods, please just fuck me Rhys!” 

Rhys promptly stood up, arching an eyebrow at you with an expression of pure amusement. “Impatient, are we love? The fifteen minutes it took me to get to you was too much?” he cooed with fake sympathy as he towered over your form. “I won’t be gentle, darling,” he said, looking in your eyes as one hand idly stroked your hip. You found yourself feeling overheated despite the frigid temperature in the room, begging, “I don’t want gentle. I need you now, Rhys.”

“Well, who am I to deny my High Lady of her requests?” Rhys hummed as his clothes disappeared. He wasted no time lining himself up at your entrance. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he  growled, swiping his free hand under his length to swipe your excess arousal from the table and sucking it into his mouth. He moaned at the taste of you, and something snapped inside of him. He moved both of his hands to your hips and pushed himself fully into you, immediately starting to pound at a relentless pace. The sounds of your collective moans and skin against skin echoed through the stone of the castle. “Fuck, harder Rhys,” you whined, wanting to have him as deep inside of you as possible. Wanting to be consumed by him. He grunted, flipping you over on your stomach so you were bent over the table, his hand wrapping your hair around one fist while he brought the other down to rub your clit. You reached your orgasm almost immediately as you screamed his name, clenching around his cock as he continued pounding into you. 

After a few moments, Rhys ground out that he was close to finishing. You felt him twitch inside of you just as the glass table cracked beneath you and split in two. Rhys quickly hauled you up by your chest before you could fall, slipping out of you as  his release spilled over your back. You both stood in silent shock for a moment before you turned to look at Rhys, and both of you burst out laughing. 

Running a hand through his hair and chuckling, Rhys consoled, “well, that table was older than I am. I guess it’s time we redecorated.” You gave him a mischievous smile as you leaned up to kiss his cheek and said, “maybe something more sturdy to fuck on next time.”

[brittle-doughie]

2nd time I've sent this ask sorry if I seem impatient.

Hello! Can I have Y/n as Galacta knight?

Summary on what happens:

In the fight between pitaya and ananas against longan, timekeeper cookie(she lived)was bored and opens a big time rift; on the other side is the fight between the crk brave gang and dark enchantress cookie. Then deep below the earth is a crystal that's teleported to the surface. Everyone looks at the crystal with curiosity. Suddenly the crystal cracks, slowly but surely the crystal breaks. The being takes a deep breath of air. Everyone from crk looks on with curiosity, while the rest excluding timekeepr look on with fear. This being was in old written tablets, not from the witches or the wizards but from a race that existed before earthbread and had mysteriously vanished, The Ancients. The Ancients are an old civilisation that consisted of 2 groups, ones with advanced technology and ones with extraordinary magic. They've made strong artifacts that's laced with magic. Some of these are the Lor Starcutter, a floating ship that's able to traverse to different dimensions; the Galactic Novas, planet sized clockwork stars that can grant one wish when summoned and more artifacts they've made; they still exist but are difficult and dangerous for cookies to try to obtain the artifacts.

Then a being called Void Termina The Destroyer of Worlds, was brought into the world. The Ancients sent 4 warriors, one of them being Y/n, who's known as Galacta knight who holds the title "The strongest warrior in the galaxy" to defeat the dark being. After Void Termina's defeat The Ancients feared their power resulting their imprisonment but not without physical changes(they changed Y/n to look like a cookie not turned to an actual cookie)and has been sealed away since. The ovenbreak cookies, especially the dragons, have every right to fear them for the freed being was Y/n the Galacta knight. After a few seconds they look at their cookie-shaped body then their surroundings, they saw the brave gang and flew towards them at great speeds. As they landed the others braced themselves as Y/n approaches the group. They asked "What is the meaning of this? Why am I released to the world? Did you release me out of pity? Or to make a sad attempt to claim my title." They said the last line coldly laced with anger which sent shivers down every cookie’s back. Then it all clicked for Gingerbrave, Timekeeper cookie must’ve accidentally removed the spell of The Aeon hero's prison, so he explained the situation to the knight. Fortunately for everyone, Galacta knight understood what was told to them, then lotus dragon and snake fruit cookie arrived to the scene to see what happened and saw Y/n. They initially panicked with lotus prepared to fight for their life 'til gingerbrave and the other cookies(and surprisingly lychee; they were in the background)explained to them what happened.

After that chaos ensues as the other dragons and the cake witch are fighting each other. Lotus was about to join 'til Gingerbrave to everyone's surprise, asks the Temporal warrior for help against longan and the cake witch, they agreed with the condition from Gingerbrave to NOT kill longan dragon. Before the cake witch could strike again, it was parried with strong force from an unknown being. Every cookie looked towards the unknown person, much to the horror of the dragons and confusion of Dark enchantress cookie, it was Galacta knight. Before anyone could react they went after the cake witch; it was dealt in short time as after they tanked a few attacks, destroyed it in one strike. Dark enchantress cookie looks at what's once the cake witch in horror; Y/n immediately goes after Longan next. The other 2 where forced to retreat to the group who told them everything whilst Longan starts to dodge for their life as more time rifts appear in the background. As Y/n deals more damage to the dragon they, out of anger, sent a sword beam at Longan dragon who narrowly dodges it, the sword beam continues to travel entering a time rift and cuts an entire planet in half, much to the surprise and mainly fear of the cookies and dragons.

Shortly after Longan is defeated by Y/n and is forced to turn Earthbread back to normal and turn cookies back from stone.The time rifts are closed by croissant cookie(idk how she lived)who greets Gingerbrave. She also saw Y/n and starts to panic and is given a summary of what went down. After that Y/n roams Earthbread and is catching up with Gingerbrave on what happened after their imprisonment with help of other cookies.

Brittle I'm SO SORRY for how long this is. Can we get reactions of the ovenbreak characters involved in the events(crk characters reactions are optional, tho I'd appreciate it if you include crk!Dark Enchantress' reaction)and the aftermath of the ask.

Smol bonus: I like to think he's short tempered and protective to those who he's bonded with after his imprisonment and have long hair that fades from white to faded pink if he had a human form; these information is carried over to Y/n in this ask. Btw I would’ve included an image of Galacta knight's design but Tumblr won’t let me send the ask if I did, so it’s best if you searched up galacta knight and just imagine that he's in the shape of a cookie with armor in neon pink, yellow and white colors and the skin color is mainly grey cuz Y/n takes his role.

I know you’re sorry and I’m all for a bit of Kirby, but PLEASE keep requests short. This made my brain fart-

Who was this random knight, she thought. How could a cookie drop in and defeat the cake creature in short time with that blade in their hands. She’s annoyed, but intrigued at the same time with the arrival of this new contender to the fight.

Timekeeper didn’t regret a thing, she would’ve been bored with what she foresaw in the future that removing the spell actually brought her some joy that Y/N was able to make things interesting by their grand entrance into the fight! She’ll be watching them closely!

Longan didn’t understand, how could a mere knight match up to them in power? It was completely humiliating to have to undo all they have done under their watch, how could the other dragons look at them the same again after that display?

Lotus wasn’t going to lie, they and Snakefruit got a kick out of Longan being knocked down a peg or two. Seeing the once feared ivory dragon being defeated and forced to reverse the damage brought them a bit of gratification, especially to Snakefruit.

Gingerbrave and the others were glad to see that the Galacta Knight was able to vanquish the threats and bring peace to the land once more. It was really like what they were told about the knight, pretty cool in Croissant Cookie’s book!

They know the knight can’t stick around for long, but the group will wait for the day that they cross paths with the knight again!

[cursingtoji]

hi ! for cliches could you do “fake dating” with gojo please ?

𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

cw: fluff, naoya ┊The Clichés ™

“You’re buying matcha Daifuku after this or I’ll never talk to you again” Satoru reminded when you were about to arrive the Zenin state.

“Stop complaining, I already told you I will. Besides, you’re gonna get free food here” you adjusted your kimono.

“Like I would eat anything made by a Zenin.”

“You really don’t know them if you think they cook their own food.”

Your family was invited to a wedding at the Zenin state, you didn’t actually knew the couple but your parents did, and they insisted that you had to go to meet Naoya cause ‘you two would be great together’. After that you panicked and told them you were in fact dating and you would only come if you could bring your boyfriend as a plus one.

Of course your parents were a bit disappointed but once you told them your boyfriend was no other than a Gojo they agreed.

“So, just stay by my side the whole time and in a few days I’ll just tell my parents we broke up, by then Naoya will be back in Tokyo so they won’t try to play cupid anymore.”

“What makes you think I wanna break up?” he placed his arm around your shoulders which you immediately pushed away.

“Listen—” you moved to stay in front of him, only then realizing how beautiful he looked with his dark kimono and no sunglasses, you picked the outfit yourself so neither him or you wouldn’t stand out, the less attention you got from the Zenins the better. That proved to quite impossible when your friend had the prettiest features anyone could wish for.

“I’m listening” he teased when a few seconds passed and you still haven’t said anything, “Like what you see?”

“I’m— Shut up” you moved back to his side lacing your arms together and passing through the gates.

Your parents met you there and you formally introduced Gojo to them. Satoru of course couldn’t help but being… Satoru.

“I can see where your daughter inherited such beauty” he directed to your mom who giggled, “Sir I heard so much about you and what a great father you are to my precious girl” you wanted to throw up. The one thing you told Satoru about your dad was his name.

“Excuse me, I need to find the toilet” you headed there trying to avoid any Zenin on your way. As soon as you were done your mother was waiting for you nearby with no one other than Naoya Zenin.

“Darling, come here. Have you met Naoya before?” you took a look at him. He was tall, no as much as Satoru, and surprisingly handsome, again no as much as Satoru. Yet even the slightest chance of becoming a Zenin made you want to run away as fast as you could.

“Pleasure” he said simply.

“Likewise” you replied dryly.

“I’ll leave you two to talk” your mother claimed and walked away. Unbelievable.

“Your mother told me you are with the Gojo kid. If you don’t mind me asking: how did you two met?” he seemed to be suspicious, could your mom have told him she wasn’t sure about the legitimacy of this relationship?

“Hm—“

“We met at Jujutsu Tech, during the joined event between Tokyo and Kyoto” Satoru appeared to your side magically. Naoya raised his brows slightly but didn’t really moved, like a human being teleported in front of him wasn’t really worth being surprised, “It was love at first sight” he placed his hand on your waist, Naoya’s eyes were fixed on your blushing face.

“You two are quite young to be in a serious relationship” he observed. Indeed both you and Gojo were in the last year of Jujutsu Tech, you in Kyoto and him in Tokyo. That weekend he miraculously was in Kyoto for a mission and as soon as he texted you that you already asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend for that event.

Naoya shouldn’t be more than a couple years older than you, but you knew his intentions were to disqualify your relationship, which was quite courageous since your pretended boyfriend was one of the strongest sorcerers.

“And you are quite old to not be a in a relationship, what’s the problem? Can’t find a submissive wife nowadays?” you lighted elbowed Gojo. Even though you didn’t like the Zenins your parents had business with them, so it was best to keep being friendly.

Naoya squinted his eyes, probably thinking ‘how dare him’. That conversation was getting dangerous, the last thing you wanted was to cause a conflict in a house full of powerful sorcerers.

“You should go, thanks for receiving us” you pulled Satoru before their cursed energy raised and everyone directed their attention at the three of you, “Seriously?” you asked when you were out in the garden with him alone.

“Sorry, sweets, I just can’t stand him and the way he was looking at you. The audacity of this guy…” you adjusted your hair to cover the heat on your face.

The truth was you and Satoru weren’t really close, you only hanged out together once a year during the days of the Kyoto x Tokyo event and the times when he was in Kyoto for a mission or you in Tokyo. That’s why Gojo was surprised when you called him to pretend to be your boyfriend and how could he say no when he has been crushing on you since day one?

“We don’t have to stay until the ceremony, I’ll tell my parents we got called for a mission—“ you felt Satoru’s warm hand on your cheek and he moved your face to look at him, as soon as you met his piercing blue eyes you lost track of your thoughts.

He slowly approached his face to yours and you closed your eyes in anticipation for a kiss. His hand held your face gently but his lips kissed you strongly and stood there for a few seconds, enough to make your heart beat faster than it did during a fight.

“He’s looking at us” Satoru whispered making you open your eyes, he was facing the windows of the house you just left.

“Oh” you couldn’t hold the disappointment in your voice.

“You’re right, you should go, the cursed energy in this house is overwhelming me” he massaged his temple.

“No one told you to come without your sunglasses.”

“Please, like you didn’t want everyone to see what a gorgeous set of blue eyes your boyfriend has” you giggled. ‘Your boyfriend’ was a tittle Satoru could get used to, “Besides I’ve been wanting to try something different” he pulled a black fabric from his pocket.

“Is that a mask?”

“Yeah, it covers more than the glasses and doesn’t wear me out so much, it looks weird though.”

“Can I?” you asked for the mask and he handed to you, “Bend down a little bit.”

Satoru flex his knees to be closed to your height, your fingers brushed his hair back before surrounding his eyes with the blindfold and tying it on the back, Gojo could still see the shape of your face due to the cursed energy and he smiled once he noted the darker shade around your cheeks.

“W—What are you smiling for?” you let go of the fabric adjusting his hair a little bit more.

“Nothing, sweets” he pinched your cheeks.

“Take a look” you pulled a mirror from your tiny purse and handed to him, the way you put his hair was way better than what he was doing before, now it didn’t seem like he was about to hit a piñata.

“What do you think?” he asked, it was weird not seeing his eyes but you knew he was going to feel better like that.

“It’s okay… you look nice” you murmured not wanting to give him too much to brag about.

“Haha you think i’m super handsome, don’t you?”

And he did it anyways.

“No, let’s go.”

“Time for matcha daifuku” he placed his arm around your shoulders and you didn’t pushed away this time.

[hazelfoureyes]

Research

Bee’s Lucifer/Hazbin AU on Twitter got me so riled up for Raphael. So… go check out her posts and what has happened to Angel Luci and then read this little research trip.

「Warnings/Promises: Raphael x Angel Luci, pussy and cock in mouth at the same time baby, blowjob, adorable Luci, tingles, tachycardia, dangers of being locked out of heaven」

minors I will portal you to a boring pocket dimension if you interact

Angel Anatomy by _LuLuLamb on Twitter! Go to her page to see Raphael and Angel Luci so you can better enjoy this smut!

Sneaking away from heaven was simple enough, because no one paid attention to anything in heaven that wasn’t immediately self-serving. Raphael gone? Probably holed up adding notes to his notes or something redundant.

When Luci had reached out to him in a tizzy, he felt compelled to atleast check out the poor angel. Not to mention the research implications, if what the panicked peach’s messages implied rang true.

He had plenty of theories on the subject of angelic sexual intercourse but no evidence. Which was immensely frustrating. 

Luci was remarkably naked when Raphael portaled into their rendezvous spot. It seemed the deflowered angel couldn’t return to heaven, so a pocket dimension was the second best place. 

“You could have been dressed for this.” Raphael set his bag down.

“Raph!” Tears welled in those big blues, “It hasn’t felt right since—,” a deep golden blush lit Luci’s face.

Since—?

Raphael waited for Luci to finish the sentence but the smaller angel just buried his face in his hands and spread his legs. 

The doctor’s lip was drawn into a bite, nothing happening was remotely close to protocol. With a sigh and a practiced pinch to the bridge of his nose he knelt between the trembling knees. 

“I’m sure it’s fine. Worrying so much is worse for your health than a little stimulation.”

He was wholly unaware of the events leading up to Luci’s call for help. A little stimulation? Yes and the Big Bang was a tad of spilt milk on the cosmic countertop. 

As he peeled open the white and blue wings, he came face to face with… a very standard angelic anatomy. Small cock, gold kissed lower lips. Nothing remotely noteworthy. Raphael tenderly set the wings back down, “Luci, you’re fine.”

“I know it looks fine, but the inside is so hot. And there’s almost an itch.” Raphael nodded absentmindedly, the heat was from increased blood flow. Luci’s hands came to his lap, two fingers pressing softly into his entrance, “But not an itch! Does that make sense? It only feels better when I do this,” Raphael fell back on his ass when he saw those digits enter Luci. 

Noteworthy! 

“You won’t understand, Raphy…here, I can show you a little.” Luci crawled between Raphael’s legs, hands finding his belt. 

As his glasses slid down his nose Raphael let one hand push them up and another press away at Luci’s surprisingly strong form.

“I’d like to go home after this check-up, thank you very much!”

Luci’s bright eyes and mega-watt smile beamed at him as his hands continued to remove the belt and undo the button. “Oh don’t worry! I won’t,” a pause as he looked up for the exact words Lucifer had said, “tongue fuck your prostrate.”

A shriek behind clenched teeth, Raphael’s glasses tumbling off his face and dangling around his neck. 

“You see, the great thing about science is,” Raphael’s hand’s pushed again at Luci’s head as the angel lowered it to his lap, “you don’t need experience to,” his grip loosened on the white blonde hair as his own mint tinted wings were pulled open, “uh, we can still treat patients with the research of oth-,” the word floated from his mouth as Luci’s lips made contact, threatening to reach heaven. A new sensation, warm and wet as his still soft cock was engulfed in the smaller angel’s mouth.

Those once protesting hands raked through Luci’s soft hair, betraying their master’s muttered, “wait— now, hold on.”

Luci’s head popped up, chin shining, “But Raphy there’s more. You’ll understand the tingling for sure”. He returned the growing member to his mouth, taking him to the hilt and letting his long tongue lap at the twitching entrance beneath.

With his head tossed back, Raphael could see his halo jumping to life with the tachycardia Luci had induced. A foreign feeling entirely at his center. He’d handled himself before, but he’d never had something so hot and all encompassing on him. As for the tongue, he had absolutely zero practice to prepare him for the feeling of Luci’s strongest muscle licking incessantly at his cunt. Without intention his knees came up and knocked at the newly fallen angel’s sides.

The back of his hand acted as a physical barrier for the sounds he was biting back. How was Luci’s throat doing that? The sensitive head of his cock caressed by silky and undulating flesh. With his eyes rolling up, vision removed from the equation, his brain was confident he was 90% dick and pussy. The rest of his body was offline. A small rush of precum from both doted on holes made him scramble up, body folding over Luci’s head. 

Luci was careful with his prodding, not entering Raphael’s heaven worthy cunt. He didn’t want the valued doctor locked out, too. 

The air stung his wet sex when Luci withdrew. Thinking it was over, Raphael laid on his back to catch his breath, “I’d hazard a guess, as I don’t have the same tingles as you described-.” Once again he was cut off, broad tongue swiping from his leaking pussy to his dripping cock head. 

Back now arching, Raphael’s hands clawed at the nothing of the space they’d created. He recognized the tightening in his stomach and thighs. He needed to get out from under the angel. But when Luci’s head returned to bob up and down with an even rhythm, still running his tongue between his flushed folds, he couldn’t find the will to move away. Conversely, his hips began to buck up into the heat. 

He was quite confident he could get closer to orgasm and then back away, he told himself. After all, Raphael is an archangel! A creature of resolve! A divine creation of knowledge! 

And this was knowledge. He was learning. In fact he dared call this a research expedition. 

The creeping tension was coming stronger than he had ever felt before. Luci sensed a pang of pride in his chest as the doctor’s stiff member began to jump and twitch. A finger came to rub around Raphael’s other unused hole, smearing saliva and precum around the virginal ring of muscle.  Raphael scrambled under him once again, finding the willpower to push Luci by the forehead off of his cock.

Luci let out a small yelp, surprised when his face was painted with Raphael’s release.  Humming with satisfaction, he wiped the spend from his cheeks and eyes. He did it! 

The still innocent angel leaned up and clapped his hands together, “Now, you’re gonna feel the tingles. Then you can help me figure out what’s wrong!”

When he opened his eyes he realized Raphael was gone, he was alone with his sticky hands and…

“Where’s your belt?” Michael pointed at Raphael’s pants as the angel rushed past him.

“Tourniquet!” Raphael shouted, running into his office and collapsing at his desk. His line of sight was directly on his crotch, the tingles beginning to set in. But not on his prick as he had assumed Luci meant. No, in his still spasming cunt he felt an emptiness. A needling feeling something was lacking. Images of Luci’s fingers entering himself flashed behind his eyes. He shook away the intrusive thought and grabbed his pen. Raphael was determined to write about the sensations and bodily response while it was still fresh.

But as his hand moved along the paper, the letters got sloppier. Looser his grip became as he felt his head drawing to the desk. His eyes fluttered shut on the scene of his hand dropping the pen, barely making it to the part where Luci’s tongue grazed his vulva. And as his consciousness melted away and slipped down his spine, he swore he could feel the lingering heat of Luci’s warm mouth on his lap.

[hitoshi-yuuto]

Haikyuu rich kids AU

AU where some of the characters are rich kids

They have known each other since their childhood, because they hung out in the same social circle (Rich kids)

Hinata Shouyou

- Son of the richest man in the world, makes him the second richest person in the world.

-Spoiled kid born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, Tends to spend money as if he had it infinitely (which is the case)

-He didn't have any friends when he was younger because everyone was after he's money, he created a false identity in high school and was able to have his first real friends (Karasuno)

-His language of love is giving gifts, he doesn't know how to show his love otherwise.

-He bought the Karasuno High School to donate more funds to the volleyball clubs

- Is better at volleyball than in the canon since he has been playing since he was a kid with his friends, and he pays volleyball players to teach him.

-He fell in love with Kageyama when Karasuno learned that he was rich and that Kageyama's only reaction was: All I care about are your volleyball skills.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

- Coming from a family of famous doctors/hospital directors and son of the CEO of most of the greatest pharmaceutical companies and laboratories around the world.

-He and Sachirō support each other as people who don't want to follow in their family's footsteps.

-Even if he doesn't want to become a doctor, it runs through his veins and he's very good at it.

-He and Shouyou were best friends until they were 13 years old, since then they say they hate each other but we all know it's a lie.

-When he fell in love he thought he was sick, it put all the hospitals on alert.

Komori Motoya

-Son of the mania of the restaurant and food industry in the world.

-Loves to take friends to great restaurants

-Is a fine cook

-Spend his time inviting Kiyoomi and Atsumu to great romantic restaurants.

-He is the sponsor of Onigiri miya

Semi Eita

- Son of the Emperor of Japan, his family is everywhere in Japanese politics, his father is also the owner of seven of the biggest car brands.

-One day someone annoyed him, and he got him kicked out of the country, don't annoy the next emperor.

-Surprisingly his family supports his dream of being a singer, his aunt says that it will make a great image of him when he becomes emperor.

-Spend his time mocking Shirabu saying that he is going to become his empress.

Lev Haiba

- Son and heir of the most powerful mafia in the world

- As kill someone for the first time when he was eight years old.

- When they are old enough, he and Alisa will share the mafia as co-leaders

-He lived in Russia for the first 10 years of his life, before moving to Japan to be protected from a war, then decided to stay in Japan until he was 18 years old because he liked it so much. (Help Alisa manage the Japanese branch)

- Having grown up in the mafia world his standards are very different, he will be able to talk seriously about torturing someone while smiling.

-Also better at volleyball for the same reason as Hinata

-He confessed to Yaku at graduation, he expected a rejection and then panicked when Yaku told him yes, "you had to say no I'm a mobster I've killed people!" Yaku still said yes and if seven years later he finds himself killing someone to protect Lev it's between Lev and him alone. (Lev was devastated to have let Yaku dirty hands)

Hirugami Sachirō

- Son of the most famous volleyball player, his family is filled with super famous celebrities.(Lots of actors)

- One word from him and your reputation is ruined

- He has seen, heard, and done too many things, even if the end of the world comes tomorrow, he won't blink twice.

-He has a LOT of followers on his social media

-He's the reason Hoshiumi is the most followed volleyball player on the internet.

Yahaba Shigeru

-His parents run a really popular clothing chain in Japan.

-He was not born rich, his parents became rich when he was like twelve, He was then thrown into the lion's cage that are the rich children, and he was adopted by the group of weirdos above

-Being the only one who didn't grow up from this background, he is the only one with a real conscience, if you ask him he'll say that he is a babysitter.

-Aoba johsai seriously wonder how he manages Kyoutani, Yahaba will answer that compared to the six psychopaths he is simple.

When they met

Shouyo Kiyoomi & Motoya 4/5 years old

Eita & Sachirō 8/7/6 years old

Lev 10/11/12

Shigeru 12/11/13

Sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language 😅

[ghostgirl-22]

Idk if you write this kind of thing but i have ocd and i always see art as having it. Im just imagining Art spiralling, becoming neurotic and obsessive over his appearance, hygiene, schedules, social interactions ect til he has a nervous breakdown/panic attack

Mostly just imagining patrick being there for him over the years, calming his attacks, distracting him, helping him loosen up and telling him everything is okay and he loves him, he can always tell when arts mind starts drifting again and he squeezes his hand to ground him and remind him hes there ❤

Ooh lovely anon sorry this took forever <3 I wrote the whole thing from Arts perspective and realized I really don’t have much (read: any) experience with ocd and didn’t want to go to deep into thought processes so I just decided to scrap everything and try it from Patrick’s pov. I probably still fucked it but I hope that you will forgive me and let me know if I’ve harmed you in anyway by writing this. It is definitely not my intention so I will happily fix any issues<3 I will say some of Patrick’s language and reactions are awkward on purpose because he’s not a trained psychiatrist just some guy trying to be there for his friend.

Anywho! This is SFW. The smallest hints of homoerotic tension but that’s because this is challengers yall!! it’s not conclave which is also a great movie btw!

Everything is romantic 💝

—-

Patrick doesn’t always understand it. He remembers the first time Art had a panic attack in front of him. They were 12. Art had heard news that his grandma had fallen down and was in the hospital. Patrick didn’t know that but he woke up to Art trying to catch his breath. He was soaking wet, just out of the shower, splotchy red, still in his towel. Head down between his hands. Fists clenched around his ears, shaking like he couldn’t get comfortable if he wanted to. Patrick had panicked a bit, thinking he was having a seizure or something.

He hurried out of bed and sat next to Art on his, asking what was wrong. Art could barely get the words out but he grabbed onto Patrick when he got up to alert their floor monitor. “Please no, s-stay with me.” Art gasped.

And so Patrick did. He felt a little uncomfortable at first and started making stupid, tasteless jokes about celebrities just to cut through the heaviness. Surprisingly it got Art to smile and relax his fists just a little bit. He even brought up the time his sister dared him to dress up like Britney Spears and do the dance. That really made Art laugh. “I want to see a picture.”

Later on Art admitted he was afraid he’d caused his grandmas accident because he’d done something dirty (touched himself) the night before she got hurt and maybe God was punishing him. He’d been scrubbing himself raw in the shower trying to redeem himself. Intrusive thoughts in his head about her getting an infection, thoughts about her dying if he didn’t get clean.

“No way, you don’t have that kinda power,” Patrick said gently. “Besides God has so many people to worry about. I don’t think he’s sending all his punishment to a random kid for touching himself when there are murderers out there getting away with it.” He didn’t think Art really believed him but he was definitely calmer before they turned off the light. Luckily his grandma was fine. Just a broken wrist, no surgery required and she went home a few days later.

It wasn’t always related to something as serious as his grandma’s health. Coach told them a few years later that they were on the shortlist to earn recognition for being advanced players (especially for their age) during the end of year banquet. Patrick enjoyed the attention but he didn’t need recognition to have fun on the court. He and Art had managed to become a well oiled machine as doubles partners, they were 14, playing kids who were 17 and the best in their state and beating them. That was enough recognition for Patrick.

Oddly enough Art didn’t take the news well. He was already very strict about his training routine but he went a little crazy at the idea of earning that award. He was up everyday before dawn for two weeks. Running himself ragged in training.

By now Patrick had been roommates with him for 2 years and he could somewhat recognize the signs of an impending breakdown. And inevitably it happened after practice. Everyone else was exhausted, in the locker rooms, showering, changing eager to go home and get food. Art stayed on the court, hitting against the wall. Patrick cleaned up and when he came back out to convince Art to come with him to the mess hall, he noticed that Art was breathless, crying, slamming tennis balls against the wall over and over with all the force he could muster.

“Hey!” Patrick called several times trying to get his attention. “Hey, Art! Stop. Stop,” Patrick said when he got close enough that he could wrestle the racket away from him. Art sort of crumpled in his arms. Breathless, sweaty. His body tense.

That time Patrick sat on the tennis court with him until he started to calm down. Talking nonsense as it started to get dark around them. After a while Art finally admitted he didn’t feel like he was good enough for the award. He’d missed a few backhands while they played in the tournament against Piney Creek Academy and he’d been beating himself up ever since, forcing himself to get it right. “I feel like you carry me. Like I’m not even fucking good.” Art mutters.

“Dont be ridiculous. Yeah, I’m a little bit like a crazy person. But you’re a fucking machine. And I mean that in a good way.” Patrick explains.

Art snorts, little fireflies are beginning to light up around them, the cicadas and crickets are singing. “I don’t think that’s a good thing.” He says.

“In tennis it is…look at Federer. Look, nothing phases him. That’s just like you on that court when you’re not in your head. When everything…like all your mental whatever…when that leaves your head and you’re really playing… it’s like nothing can shake you. Least of all me. I fucking need you baby. Fire and ice. That’s us.”

Art smiles. “You’re comparing me to Federer?”

“Dont let it go to your head but yes. Hell fucking yes,” Patrick says. He still can’t figure out whether or not he’s saying the right thing. He read somewhere talking through it and distractions helped with panic attacks but it doesn’t specifically mention what to talk about. He probably shouldn’t be waving off Art’s very real mental thing as “mental whatever” but he does seem more relaxed. Enough that he’s finally ready to go inside for food. Which Patrick is starving for.

He’s aware of a lot of Arts ticks by the time they’re at the top of the school. He knows about ocd, he’s read a lot about it over the years. He can identify the types of things Art obsesses about. Even the compulsions. He’s still a little sucky at figuring out when he’s contributing to Arts anxiety but he’s really trying not to. And he’s really good at identifying the panic attacks. He’s even been able to stop a few before they got out of control.

When they're on the bus back from an away game and everyone is excitedly chatting about prom that night. Who they’re going with and how fun it’s gonna be. Patrick notices it when Art starts dissociating, when his eyes go glassy and he starts to rock back and forth anxiously in the seat beside him. Touch usually helps a lot to ground him back in reality. So Patrick grabs hold of his thigh, making Art aware of his presence. Maybe too aware. It brings him back down to earth but with how close they were…Patrick couldn’t help but notice it woke up something else. He didn’t want to freak Art out so he decided to ignore it for now, though he grips Arts fingers instead.

“You feel better?” He asks, quietly.

“Yeah,” Art says, clearly grateful that Patrick is pretending not to notice as he adjusts himself. “Um it’s a whole thing about prom and expecting to embarrass myself and the thought of that making me panic and then the idea of panicking in front of everyone being embarrassing and then panicking about that yeah…I’m…” he makes the crazy gesture. He’s much more comfortable talking about it to Patrick now. He’s been in therapy and also Patrick’s been there with him since they were little.

“You know Maddy’s not perfect, right?” Patrick says amusedly talking about Arts prom date.

Art nudges him playfully with his leg, “I know.”

“Try to relax and have fun. And remember she came in 10th place in the girls round robin. Dude Stevie Miles beat her.”

Art laughs and takes a breath, continuing to smile fondly. “Yeah…okay thanks Pat. Sorry about—“ he gestures awkwardly to his lap.

Patrick brushes it off. It does intrigue him but he figures now isn’t the time or place to press. “It’s no problem.”

“And I mean thanks for always… I don’t know. Thanks for not freaking out when I…even when we were kids. I’m so glad I got you as my— thanks.”

Patrick shrugs, swallowing on something in his throat. “Listen dude go easy on the punch tonight,” Patrick says, changing the subject. He wraps his arm around Arts shoulder talking a little quieter. “We’re gonna spike it.”

“You’re not,” Art says, eyes wide.

“Dont look so innocent you heard us planning it.”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“When am I not serious?” Patrick smirks.

“Whatever just don’t get expelled you idiot. If I have to play those Austrians with Miller as my partner at the Open I really will freak out.”

“Oh no don’t worry,” Patrick laughs like it’s fool proof. “I’ll be there. I’ve got you.”

(I ask that you suspend your disbelief because I needed to put Serena/federer/Nadal and Murray into a previous tennis generation so I don’t have to think about the idea of Art beating Nadal on a clay court cause my imagination is not that big lol. Also I can’t recall who Art and Pat played against in the junior us open. I should probably rewatch the movie 😅)

[cherryteapink]

I see your vision through tears

Starscream x mechanic reader, part 1

Again a beating from Megatron and cries of displeasure.. Out of the medical bay came a mech who didn't care about the disappointment he was getting.. He, Starscream, the second in command and a famous seeker with ambitions.. Everyone has a role, and goals, someone gets happiness. Starscream gritted his teeth as he went to his chambers, his trine had the concept of happiness, Thundercracker had his favorite thing to do and even a dog, although it was strange to him. Skywarp also got what he wanted, and he.. How is he? When the seeker sat down, closing his optics, thinking about what happiness is.. For him, happiness is power, but will it give him full satisfaction of pleasure..Starscream knew that happiness must be forcibly demanded by power in order to have happiness. Opening the optics, the mech got up leaving the base to feel a little freedom, the smell of the fact that no one will bother him, no one will say that he is worthless. Oh, yes, the sky and the wind, the base was far from him, there was a beautiful view of nature, the city, the road where the cars were driving from below.. When he landed near the forest, feeling quiet and peaceful, one question was still running in his mind, is he really happy? Maybe he will always be the one who receives only pain, but hides it under his selfish character. Starscream knew that even among the Decepticons he was nobody, just some kind of shell with a character.. Starscream was so deep in thought that he didn't even turn around as he left the forest walking along the sidewalk. He raised his helmet, his optics paid attention to how a lone car drove in his direction.

You already hated this day in the morning, waking up to the alarm clock and seeing the time on your phone that you will be late for work. Quickly picking yourself up, you tied your hair in a ponytail and took your clothes out of the closet, getting dressed, taking your car keys and bag and running to the car and ahead.. You scolded yourself that you forgot to set the alarm at the right time again.. Oh, great, your phone is ringing, it must be the boss.. But surprisingly, it was your colleague Michael from work.. While driving, you took a shortcut near the forest and spoke on the phone asking Michael to help secure you until you're in place.. What the hell, on the sidewalk? You strained your eyes and saw a decepticon.. You can't, of course you saw on TV on the news of the battle between autobots and decepticons, that the autobots always won or saved the humans.. You slammed on the brakes, but the car was going so fast that it couldn't stop and turned the other way.. Oh, damn, when you tried to turn around, there was a tree in front of you.. You panicked so much that you lost consciousness. Pain in the head, barely opening your eyes you groaned in pain.. You seem to be alive, that's good and looking around you saw that in some unfamiliar place and around you were playing. You were surprised to see that it was a cage, a big cage.. You don't remember anything, who could have saved you and kidnapped you.. Interrupting your thoughts, you heard a rumble and heavy footsteps, your eyes widened in shock when you saw this same Decepticon who was looking at you too, his red optics scanned with a sly and predatory look, which sent shivers down your body. His gigantic figure cast a shadow over you and the cage in which you were sitting. Starscream looked at your tiny form, remembering that for some reason he decided to take you away, his selfish tone boomed-"I saved you meatbag, but don't think I did it just like that, it's your job to serve me, now you're my pet.."

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Could we please get some headcanons about Kiriko, Symmetra, Sombra, and Tracer's feelings causing their abilities to go out of their control whenever they are around or think about their crush? IE Symmeta keeps accidently making hard light constructs related to crush, Sombra's cybernetics keep pulling up photos or info them, Tracer teleports near or on top of her crush, and Kiriko's fox keeps doing stuff to pull the two closer together. Thank you!

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At first she’ll try to ignore Akoya, having to constantly pull her away.

When that doesn’t work she tries though.

Playing everything as ‘the fox.’ (Who takes great offence to this.)

She’s honestly in denial for the longest time.

There’s only one hope for her here, and it’s you telling her your feelings.

She’s usually so busy with work she won’t realize at first.

So someone else has to hesitantly point it out.

This causes her to realize how much you’ve dug yourself into her life without even noticing.

Is surprisingly intune with her emotions more than people think.

She’s quick to start courting you.

She gets real annoyed at how her cybernetics aren’t working with her.

But out of the four of the girls she’s the quickest to accept her feelings and do something about it.

So that means she’s quick to actually start dating you.

This slightly controls her cybernetics a bit better, only guaranteed to work in battle.

Now instead of showing just you it’s now you and Sombra, which ends up being worse for everyone around.

When it starts she has no clue, so she starts panicking.

Someone will notice and ask, likely being Ana who has to explain that she has a crush.

She’ll try to take control over the teleporting but eventually gives up.

After some time she’ll start working and going along with it.

Her ‘going along with it’ is to start flirting, and damn, it’s terrible. (She tries though.)