#thank you to everyone who sent in prompts!

[astronicht]

I’m anon who requested 2 and anything f1 works but maxiel if I had to choose!!!

2. running fingers through hair

(thank you everyone who prompted, these have been really helpful 2 me the past few days!!) Cited sources: i pulled some specific characterization beats from @garage-gremlin 's incredible fic over here (specifically, what max reports yuki said to him). There's a blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to casual yuki/max, and also i guess some max/daniel feminization going on in here.

They are on the yacht, because Max thought it would be good to remind Daniel that he still has many good things. Like Max’s yacht.

It is unfortunately a little chilly, but even off Monaco that is what January will get you. If Daniel had not spent so long running around America, they could have gone earlier. But it was fine: Max was racing, and Daniel likes America and his friends there. He did not want to bring them on Max’s yacht, even though Max asked.

“We should go to Palermo,” Daniel says from the deck chair next to Max. The hum of the engines had almost sent Max to sleep, even with the cool air across his face. His jacket is practically thermal. He put Daniel in a matching one, and belowdecks the heat is turned all the way up. The hardwood floors are heated from beneath, like they are at Geri’s house. It’s all very nice.

“Palermo?” says Max. “Will you speak Italian then, Daniel?”

“I want fried food,” Daniel says, sidestepping the Italian. Max is convinced Daniel understands more Italian and French than he lets on, but that’s not hard because he mostly pretends he doesn’t understand any. He gives people very blank looks sometimes, in shops and things, when they approach him. It is a little funny.

“We can go to Palermo,” Max says easily. “If you want to be gone for two or three days.”

Getting a spot to dock at Palermo is pretty much impossible, but that can be taken care of.

“Maybe,” says Daniel. About as expected, Max thinks.

When Max had tracked down the third new number Daniel had gotten in three months and texted to politely ask if Daniel wanted to come out on the yacht (asking doesn’t actually work with Daniel — he’d texted “You should come on the yacht with me. 24th.”) Daniel had replied with “lol I’ll jump into the sea 🏊‍♂️🏊‍♂️🏊‍♂️” and then showed up at 6AM the morning of the 24th.

Daniel being a little moody about Palermo is nothing, really. A little pleasant, in fact.

“Did you know,” Max says to the deck chair next to him, “That Yuki says when I cover my face I look like a girl?”

Daniel, presumably hitting pause on thinking of jumping into the sea, rolls over in his deck chair to face Max.

“What?” he says.

“When I am surprised, you know,” Max says, and models it: two hands over the lower half of his face.

Daniel mostly looks confused. And a little like he darkly suspects what happened after Yuki said this— but whatever, Max is not the one who was in America all this time, doing who knows what.

There is a pause.

“You used to let me be the girl,” Max says, to the gusting wind over the Mediterranean. The sea around them is like blue velvet, choppy but soft. 

Daniel’s face is finally blank and focused. He mouths ‘let me’ to himself.

Max rolls onto his side to face Daniel as well. This is not enough. He stands up, looking down at Daniel on the deck chair.

No need to tower. He sits on Daniel’s deck chair, his jacket whispering. He reaches out and tucks a few of Daniel’s curls a little more securely under his hat, because they are dancing into his eyes in the wind. He tucks Daniel’s hair behind his ear. Daniel’s hand comes up loosely around Max’s wrist. His mouth is parted.

“If you want to be the girl, you must of course just ask,” Max says.

Daniel’s throat works. His Adam’s apple bobs. 

Max says, “The girl can still fuck me,” and laughs, because it sounds funny to say.

“Oh,” breathes Daniel, like this is what unlocked something.

Max takes Daniel’s hand from around Max’s wrist and kisses the knuckles.

“Ah, Daniel,” he says. “You are cold again.”

[lost-in-fandoms]

¹⁷⁾ a carabiner heavy with keys❤️

hello friend, I want you to know that this prompt stumped me for quite a while, I just didn't know how to spin it? I started thinking about keys -> doors -> many doors, and I had a zookeeper AU in my brain, but also a college student x security guard AU kind of thing, but in the end I went for this. I did take some liberties on the carabiner part.

Max is being guided towards the last row of cells when they bring him in.

He's being held up by two guards, one more behind them carrying an extra torch, head hanging low like he's not fully aware, curls drooping in front of his face in a disheveled mess.

"Ah, yes," the warden says with a smirk, stepping over to open one of the closed doors, "our little thief!"

The cell is dark and damp, with a hole in the middle of the floor and a wooden slab against the wall as a bed, and even from where he's standing in the corridor, Max can feel how oppressive the small space is, air heavy and stale.

The guards throw the man in without much care, ignoring the way he slumps on the floor, unmoving, but the warden chuckles, coming closer to poke him with the tip of his boot.

"Not so smug now, are you?" he taunts.

Max forces himself not to react as he pokes the thief again, trying to keep his face as impassible as the other guards, watching as the guy tries to twist away, moaning pathetically.

"Who is he?" he asks, voice flat and uninterested. His fingers are tightly closed around the ring of keys the warden had passed him earlier, a copy of the one hanging from his belt.

"Just a rat, sneaking around the castle's treasury for far too long." The warden crouches down, grabbing the man's hair and pulling it back, revealing his bruised face. "The guys had a bit of fun, it seems."

The thief opens one swollen eye to look up at him, and for a second Max thinks his face is twisting in pain, but then realises he's smiling, all blood-stained teeth.

"Touching is 5 gold pieces, sweetheart," he rasps out, before spitting at the warden.

Max can't help but flinch when the guy's head hits the floor, but he steels himself for the kick he sees coming, forcing himself to not look away, even as the poor man coughs and gasps on the floor.

"Vermin," the warden grunts, hitting him again for good measure, before finally stepping away. "Hope you've had your taste of fresh air, because this is the last you're going to get."

The thief doesn't answer, curling up more tightly on the floor, his gasps the last thing Max hears before the door closes with a heavy thud.

--

Max walks down the corridor, trying to remind himself that he has every right to be here, and it would be more suspicious if he sneaked around, The keys jingle at his waist, and the sound itself is enough to make him feel vaguely nauseous, especially as he hears the sounds from inside the cells die down as he walks by, replaced by terrified silence.

Despite his intentions, his steps grow quieter as he walks deeper into the prison, approaching the last rows, and by the time he's in front of the thief's cell his breathing is almost inaudible too, the clinking of his keys the only sound announcing his presence.

He takes a breath before opening the door, checking the end of the corridor just in case someone decided to take a stroll down this way before the actual guards change. It's not illegal what he's doing, not yet at least, but technically he's not supposed to open this door, the meager food they've been throwing being passed through the hatch at the bottom.

The first click of the lock sounds too loud in the quiet corridor, but Max ignores the nerves twisting his stomach and keeps turning the key, pulling the door open as quietly as possible.

The first thing that hits him is the smell. The stale, damp air, now smells even worse, after days of a human being living in it, and he almost has to take a step back, feeling it like a punch in his chest. After that, he sees the thief, a shadow tucked away in one corner.

The sight is enough to make him forget about the smell as he rushes forward, tucking his keys in his pocket to make them less noisy, crouching down in front of him, relieved by the movement of his shoulders.

"Daniel," he whispers, reaching out to touch but worried he'll accidentally scare him, or worse, hurt him. "Daniel, come on, look at me."

"You're late."

Max feels like a weight has been lifted from his chest hearing Daniel's voice, even if dry and raspy, and he almost laughs with it, finally leaning all the way in to touch his shoulders, helping him sit up.

"I'm sorry," he says, even if he had no real way of getting their work done more quickly. "I have water for you, and a piggyback ride out."

Max is glad he prepared himself before walking in, because it takes all his self-control to not gasp when Daniel finally looks up. The bruises he had seen a few days earlier are now purple and green, the dried blood still caking his cheekbone now a flaky brown, his cheeks sunken and pale.

"Don't look at me like that, I haven't had my beauty sleep," Daniel jokes, voice cracking into a cough by the end of the sentence.

"I hate you," Max says, because saying I love you so much it felt like I was dying when I was watching them throw you in here feels a bit too much at the moment. What he does instead is take out the small flask of water from his pocket, helping Daniel drink, fingers almost tingling where he's touching his skin.

"You got them right?" Daniel asks as soon as he's done, looking slightly better than before.

Max nods, patting the pocket on his chest, under his cloak, where he had hidden the documents he had retrieved from where Daniel had stashed them away. Daniel getting beat up hadn't been in the plans though, and Max is eager to get him out of there as soon as possible.

"Come on, it's not long until the watch changes."

He helps Daniel stand up, then climb on his back, leaving his hands free, just in case.

"I'm going to give you so much food," he tells him, feeling how much lighter Daniel has become in just a few days.

"You better."

Max closes the door of the cell behind them, taking a moment to wrap the keys up in an handkerchief before putting them back in his pocket. He knows that there's no way to make it seem like he's not smuggling Daniel out, so he's not taking any chances of the damned keys betraying them when he's trying to be quiet. Then he takes a deep breath, makes sure Daniel is secure on his back, and starts making his way to safety.

[hatepotion]

oh boy do i have prompts for you!!! literally anything with cam because i love her so much. cam and gideon? cam and pal? cam and nona? cam and corona? cam and pal and harrow and gideon? possibly these are not good prompts because. i'm just listing characters so let me get back to you with more elaborate prompts lol

i stole this from a post you reblogged, so it's only fair :)

[coloursflyaway]

Your works always make me feel so cherish ed and spoiled while reading them. If you’re open to requests, I’d love to see something where Charles is struggling with feelings of inadequacy, and Edwin decides to spoil him a bit. Hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much, I am so glad you enjoyed them ♥♥♥ And thank you for the prompt!!

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„I should have done more“, Charles tells him, pacing across the agency’s floor, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, in a way that makes Edwin imagine he can see his footsteps carving themselves into the floorboards. „I should have done just something. Been faster, or should have just noticed that they were coming earlier, just something.“

It’s been going on like this for more than thirty minutes now, Edwin checking the time on the clock on their desk periodically. And he understands it, feels some of the guilt that is clearly wrecking Charles himself – Niko has gotten hurt on a case earlier, because none of them had paid attention on the third witch of the coven hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike – but while Crystal had taken Niko to the hospital and Edwin has resolved himself to pay more attention next time, Charles seems unable to let it go.

Edwin has tried to console him, has tried to alleviate his pain with soft words and reassurances and everything in between, but it doesn’t seem to make a lick of difference. It’s like Charles is stuck in a loop of this, unable to see a simple, but important truth: that none of them expect him to be perfect all the time.

Niko will be fine, the cut from the witch’s knife deep but not dangerous in any way, but not even a phone call from Crystal informing them of the fact enough to soothe any of Charles’ anguish.

“I’m so stupid, who would forget that there was a third one? Me, that’s who. I should have just -”

And it’s just too much; Edwin cannot listen to a word more of this.

Charles is still pacing, so caught up in whatever is going on in his head that he doesn’t even notice Edwin getting up and crossing the few metres between them, which is so unlike him it hurts something deep within Edwin’s chest. And it’s that hurt that makes it even easier to reach out and put a hand on Charles’ shoulder, not feeling the fabric of his jacket but feeling Charles beneath it anyway, the thrum of his energy and the solidity of his astral form and the importance he has to Edwin, unmatched in this universe and all others.

This, at least, Charles registers, and just as he starts to turn, Edwin pulls him close, tucks Charles’ head beneath his chin and leaves his hand on the back of his neck so even if he tried, he wouldn’t be able to escape. Edwin’s other arm snakes around Charles’ waist, wrapping around him tight, and for a moment, there is tension within him, Edwin feels it as much as his soul can sense it, eternally tied to Charles’ as it is, but then it leaves him with what feels like a sigh, a tidal wave.

“You’re doing enough”, Edwin tells him, whispers it into his mess of curls and feels Charles shudder at the touch. “You’re keeping all of us safe, every day, and Niko will be fine. The next time, we will know to keep a better watch. It’s not your fault, it wasn’t even your responsibility. We are a team, and we will get better as one, too. But you have to stop blaming yourself for it. You’re doing enough. You are enough. And I love you the most of absolutely anything in this world or the next. Alright?”

For a moment, there is nothing, no answer, but then, slowly, ever so slowly, Charles wraps his arms around Edwin in return, sinking into the hug like all the strength in his body has left him at once.

“You promise?”, he asks, half against Edwin’s collarbone, and his voice is still strained and soft and hurt, but the mania of before is gone, the tension, the almost-desperation.

“I promise. Of course, I do.”

And there is another pause, Charles’ fingers gripping at Edwin’s jacket, his cheek nuzzling Edwin’s shoulder; later tonight, they will curl up on the sofa and Edwin will kiss Charles as many times as he needs it, will put Charles’ head into his lap and kiss his eyelids closed, and will read him a story they have both read a thousand times before.

A sigh, then, “Alright. If you say so.”

And as he presses a kiss to Charles’ head, Edwin thinks, yes. They’ll be alright.

[its-storminghere]

Carcar accidental baby acquisition where Carlos ends up taking in a baby and Oscar is the one to help him out

Okay so this trope can be really hard for me because for the life of me I don’t know how they get that baby but I’m doing this for you!! Sorry it’s actually about a toddler not a baby

Okay so Lando is hosting a big family event not related to F1, maybe his wedding (you can pick your own adventure on this one) Some F1 people are there including Oscar and Carlos but it’s a big group of people. Oscar and Carlos make some small talk at a couple of points but really they’re just mingling and enjoying the afternoon.

The children in lando’s family l o v e Carlos sooo much. He’s just the ideal of what a cool race car driver should be (as opposed to Lando who is just uncle Lando who likes to play video games and play golf with the adults, sorry Lando), but even better than that he’s FUN and he plays GAMES with them and he brings his DOG!! He’s been around enough over the years that the kids are devoted to him and obviously he loves being loved and he loves family

So plot plot plot, dialogue dialogue dialogue, Oscar is chatting with Lando and Carlos is near them getting a toddler game of footie going. Of course all the moms (and some of the dads) are all gooey-eyed about how good carlos is with the kids. Truly my own ovaries are screaming as I write this

And Oscar is seeing this and internally rolling his eyes because ohhh yes isn’t Carlos just the greatest, he’s so perfect with his hair and his driving like an asshole and his sexy voice - He hears enough about that at work, and now that they’ve been running into each other on the track all of his interviews mention Carlos too. But, he thinks, whatever, I’m here to support Lando in this unspecified special event

But then!!! The few security guys Lando hired are telling everyone to get inside because apparently there’s INTRUDERS who broke in that want to cause people harm!!! (Idk man)

So in the shuffle and the chaos one of the little kids attaches herself to Carlos and won’t let go!! Because her parents always told her to stay with trustworthy adults and she trusts Carlos!! He let her play footie even though she’s younger than the other kids!!

And someone the two of them end up with Oscar smushed into a small bathroom. And they’re trying to be quiet but the little girl is scared!! And Carlos sees that and he brushes her hair off her face and hushes her. It can be like a game!! He tells her. We’ll play with Oscar. I have to hide and you have to find me! The little girl’s sniffling stops and she looks up at them. Carlos looks at Oscar like back me up here man.

What’s Oscar gonna do but go along?? So he shows her how to cover her eyes with her hands and they count to 5 very slowly together so Carlos can “hide.” When they open their eyes the little girl immediately starts giggling because look Os-cah!!! Mr. Carlos is right there!! He’s hiding behind the shower curtain!!

And Oscar and Carlos make such a big deal about her winning and they tell her how smart she is. But now the game is over and they still haven’t gotten the ok to leave. So, Oscar says it’s his turn to hide, and while Carlos and the little girl count, he crouches behind Carlos’s broad back. He’s eye level with the hair just curling down Carlos’s muscular neck.

Before he knows it the 5 seconds are up and the little one is looking for him. Carlos looks at her very seriously, points behind himself, and winks. Then he turns and dives onto Oscar, wrapping his arms around Oscar’s torso and pulling him around so the girl can see him. And as Oscar feels Carlos’s big hands holding him, he’s like. Woah. Okay. Maybe Carlos is that great

And then the little girl hides and both guys pretend they can’t find her until they get the okay to go back outside. And they bring the girl back to her parents and she immediately informs them that Mr Carlos and Mr os-cah are her new best friends forever and they all need to have a playdate right now. Oscar is looking over at Carlos and thinking, yeah, maybe the two of us do need to have a playdate

[red-flagging]

💛 seb/lewis :-)

(kiss fic prompts!)

a little epilogue to rabbits are chasing :)

Lewis's flight lands at 8:02PM, which means that by 7:31PM, Seb is parked outside the airport arrivals door, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel and scanning the sky for approaching planes.

It's quite silly, getting here so early, but it's not as if there's much left to do at home. There's roast vegetables waiting in the oven, the cauliflower steaks that he started marinating earlier this morning chilling in the fridge. Mina and Ellie are safely ensconced in their duck coop with the heater turned on for the night. The sheets on the guest bed are freshly washed.

The car parked behind him starts up. Its headlights illuminate Seb's cabin. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of himself, harried and too-bright, in the rearview mirror. He scrubs his hands down his face. Christ. Get it together, Sebastian. He is a full 39 years old. Far too old to be getting the same jitters that he did the first time he invited a girl over at age 17, agonizing about what album to have playing when they came back to his room. Lewis is far too old for Seb to be doing all this. Lewis might not even be gay.

His phone buzzes. Seb nearly jumps out of his seat.

Lewis

just landed

getting my luggage now

hows it so freaking cold here

The inside of the car is already fogging up. When he'd asked Lewis to send dates he could come visit and Lewis had said just so you know the next few months are kind of crazy for me, Seb had expected late fall, maybe the holidays. Not the middle of slush season, when all the roads up the mountain have a 50/50 chance of being so muddy that they're undriveable.

Sebastian

I'm outside, in the blue Infiniti :)

He glances back up at himself in the mirror. The scab from where a wood chip caught the corner of his eyebrow while he was sanding the new planter box is almost healed over. His hair looks as good as it's ever going to. If Lewis asks whether he's been using conditioner, he's fucked.

It shouldn't feel like this. Seb beat Lewis to Senna's record, and Lewis still laughed at all his jokes the next season. Lewis watched Seb DNF twice in five races and still said in the media pen that he was waiting for the day Seb would be back up on the podium with him. When they inevitably auction off Lewis's Le Mans racesuit, it'll have to be with Seb's snot all over the front of it, because Lewis let Seb sob all over him and then laughed as he wiped sweat off of Seb's cheek with the sleeve. After all that – the fact that he's about to be in Seb's house for the next week shouldn't make Seb feel like he's standing in front of Lewis naked, without even the promise of a fast car or a good competition to distract Lewis from looking right at him.

His phone buzzes again.

Lewis

outside i think

Seb peers through the windscreen. Lewis – or rather, the blurry figure lugging a giant suitcase behind him that he assumes is Lewis – waves at him from the sidewalk. Seb flashes his lights at him twice.

The back door opens and Lewis's head, along with a burst of cold night air, pops in. "Hey," he says, a little breathlessly. "I don't think this is going to fit in the back."

It does, eventually, but not without a fight that involves Seb having to climb into the trunk alongside Lewis's suitcase and physically wrestle it into place while Lewis shoves from behind. They're both out of breath by the time they finally climb back in the front and slam the doors shut.

"You know, there are beds at the farm," Seb points out. "You didn't have to pack your own."

Lewis shakes his head, tugging off his gloves. His coat collar is turned up around his neck. He's wearing an an ear warmer headband, held in place by two butterfly pins. Every other bit of uncovered skin is pink, even with the heat in the car up at full blast. Lewis shoves his fingers in front of the vents and sighs with relief, closing his eyes. "Ugh, thank God," he says. He sounds exhausted. "Listen, you're lucky I fit everything into one." It sounds far less like a joke than Seb would hope. The fact that the fondness in Seb's chest still manages to outweigh the exasperation is probably a sign that Seb's beyond salvation.

"Next time I'll bring a trailer so you can fit your bathtub and toilet, too," he says, reaching for the keys. The engine purrs to life as he flicks the lights back on, then leans forward to scrub the worst of the fog off the windscreen. The thermometer on the dash says it's still 3 degrees outside. They might still be able to make it back before the slush freezes over. "Okay," he says, sitting back down and twisting around to reach for his seatbelt. "Ready to go?"

Lewis doesn't say anything. When Seb looks over, he's staring out the front window, playing with one of his rings.

"Lewis?" Seb asks.

Lewis's head jerks around. "Hm?" he says. "Oh. Yeah." He doesn't move to put on his seatbelt.

Seb frowns. Kills the engine so he can properly turn in his seat. "Lewis," he says. "Is everything –"

Lewis leans across the console and kisses him.

It's barely half a second. Seb still hasn't moved by the time Lewis sits back down on his side of the car.

"Uh," Lewis says, after a second. He clears his throat. "Sorry. I just – Shit. Sorry. The whole way over, all I could think about was – I had to get it over with before I chickened out."

He's fiddling with his rings again, but his eyes stay fixed on Seb's. His jaw is set. He still looks half-ready to bolt through the door behind him, out into the night.

"Well, you don't have to make it sound like taking your medicine, Christ," Seb says hoarsely, and drags Lewis back across the console to kiss him properly.

Lewis's lips are still cold. When Seb opens his mouth, Lewis sighs, pressing in closer with a soft sound that makes Seb want to go twenty years back in time and kick himself for not figuring out how to make Lewis make that noise sooner. His hands settle on Seb's wrists, holding him in place. Seb slides his own hands up, cradling the back of Lewis's head, to return the favor.

When he finally pulls away just far enough to catch his breath, Lewis follows him, close enough that their noses bump. His eyes are wide. This close up, Seb can see the dark circles under them more clearly.

He closes his eyes. Lewis is still there when he opens them.

"How long have you been awake?" he asks.

Lewis blinks. "What," he says. "Are you talking about."

"Sleep deprivation," Seb says. His heart is pounding hard enough that he feels it in his throat. "People start to get delirious when they're tired enough –"

"I was awake for 24 hours and I didn't kiss you at the end," Lewis interrupts, his eyes sharp and bright. "I'm not making the same mistake twice."

Seb opens his mouth and nothing comes out. He tries again. Still nothing.

"Fuck," he says, closing his eyes. "Okay. Okay." He drags himself back upright and reaches for the keys. "We can – tomorrow. But we should – you need to shower. And sleep." Lewis's hand settles on his leg. Seb rests his own on top of it; after a second, he squeezes Lewis's fingers gently. Lewis flips his hand over and laces their fingers together.

"Yeah," Lewis says. His thumb traces over Seb's knuckles. "That – tomorrow sounds good."

The slush crackles under the tires when Seb starts to move. Ahead of them, the headlights carve a path through the darkness. Lewis's hand is a solid, steady weight against his leg. "Okay," Seb says, to himself, to both of them, to no one. Lewis hums softly from his side of the car. He squeezes Seb's knee gently.

Seb closes his eyes for a second. "Okay," he says quietly. "Yeah. Let's go home."

[ddagent]

22

22. A misunderstanding leads the US and Soviet governments to proclaim that Margo & Sergei are in love.

It was rare that Margo was summoned to Tom's office these days. She was mostly autonomous in NASA – although this year she had been forced into putting guns on the Moon and working with the Soviets. Margo should be glad she could be summoned to Tom's office at all – he was supposed to be on KAL 007. A lucky escape. She knew why Ellen hadn't made it onto the plane but was still unsure why Tom hadn't taken his scheduled flight to Seoul.

Until he slammed down a copy of The Enquirer with a photograph of her and Sergei Nikulov on the front.

"Do you want to tell me why there is a photo of you and the head of the Soyuz program at a jazz club in the middle of the night?" She opened her mouth to explain. He cut her off. "Dammit, Margo, his tongue is in your ear!"

Margo flushed. The damning photograph certainly made it look that way. But Sergei, slightly tipsy from the drinks inside 11:59, had just been whispering in her ear about schematics to ensure they were not overheard. There was no affair. No collusion – that didn't benefit both Washington and Moscow. Just a friendly drink between colleagues.

She tried to explain as much to Tom, but he wasn't having it. "And what about the IAC last year?"

Confused, Margo took a deeper dive into the copy of The Enquirer. Sure enough, there was a photograph from a mixer at last year's conference. They were standing close to each other, but in completely different conversations. There was another image of them waiting outside an elevator. Margo just sat, shock leaving her rigid and gripping the pages so hard they almost ripped. This was ridiculous. Insane. She wasn't having an affair with Sergei Nikulov. The first time she'd met the man, she'd wanted to throttle him.

"It's garbage."

"It's on the front page of every paper tomorrow morning and playing on the late night news tonight."

Margo thrust the paper back in his direction. "I had a drink, in private, with a colleague to discuss Apollo-Soyuz. I then spent the night—" Tom's mouth dropped open. "—with him here, at JSC. With Aleida Rosales, no less. There is no affair. Sergei is married or did The Enquirer not clock that wedding ring."

"Sources in Moscow report that Nikulov, pictured here with Margo Madison at the '82 IAC conference, is enjoying a trial separation from his wife that began shortly after these photographs were taken. It's clear that Nikulov, head of the Soyuz program at Star City, became smitten with the NASA Director last year." Tom threw the rag onto his desk. "This is a problem, Margo."

Her jaw clenched. "I'm not going to lose my job because some asshole took some photographs out of context. Right?" She swallowed. "Tom, I swear. There is nothing going on with Sergei Nikulov."

Tom shook his head. "Well, then it needs to. I just got off with the phone with the President. He just got off the phone with Moscow. You two falling in love with each other, reunited for Apollo-Soyuz – it's playing very well. It's brought Moscow back to the table. Might even stop us from arming Pathfinder."

"We're not in love, Tom."

The door to his office opened. His assistant walked in; her time was up. "You'll make it work. it's what you do."

Oh, Goddammit.

[yujeong]

I saw ur post about wanting writing prompts so I thought why not lol. (This is my first time doing this 😅) but I have a few of AUs on my art blog that I would love to see expanded on like my Tall Pete/Short Vegas au, A band au with Vegas being a lead singer and Pete falling in love at first sight, or Pete being Vegas’ personal bodyguard instead of Tankhun’s. So yea if u find any of these interesting I’d love to see ur spin on it

OMG hi! Thank you so much for sending me this, I'm so flattered you thought of asking me to write sth surrounding your AUs ❤️ It kind of feels like the secret Santa event all over again, I love it haha. The timing is actually a little too perfect, because a few weeks ago, I randomly stumbled upon a YouTube short about the side couple in Laws of Attraction and I proceeded to 1. lose my shit, so much so that I decided to start watching the show and 2. write a whole page full of notes about an AU in which Pete is Vegas' bodyguard, based on the pool scene of said short. So, to give a little context: In this alternative universe, Vegas and Gun visit the main family compound for a meeting. At some point, Korn wants to talk to Gun alone, so Vegas goes to the pool area to find Porsche, along with Pete who follows him. Vegas proceeds to flirt with Porsche, as Vegas does, up until Gun suddenly appears and starts yelling at him for unclear reasons. He escalates it when Vegas asks, baffled, why he's being yelled at, by slapping him and putting his head into the pool. Pete normally doesn't intervene when Gun gets violent with Vegas, but his protective instincts here kick in and he stops Gun from literally attempting to kill his own son. As a result, Gun's anger gets redirected at Pete, who gets beaten up in Vegas' stead. The snippet I wrote for you is the aftermath of everything I described above. I hope you like it ❤️ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Silence, occasionally broken by a faint sound that resembled sniffing. Pete couldn’t tell what it was, but in his state he couldn’t really tell where he was either, so he stopped worrying about it. He tried, instead, to remember what had happened that brought him here, wherever “here” was. The last thing he recalled was the feeling of Khun Gun’s shoes digging into his forearms, which he used in his attempt to protect his head from his boss’ repeated, brutal kicks. Khun Gun wasn’t the strongest man Pete had ever met, but there were reasons he always tried to stay on his good side, and his cruelty was one of them. The cruelty that had so many times been directed at his own son. The kind he was eerily familiar with.

Khun Vegas’ face materialized in Pete’s mind. Droplets of water running down his nose, his sharp cheekbones, reaching his neck. His hair wet and disheveled, his chest heaving from the difficulty to breathe after having had his head shoved into the pool. His expression crumbling with worry, something Pete had no logical way of explaining. Fuck, where was he? Pete could only hope Porsche had protected him from his father’s fury afterwards. Khun Gun was unpredictable; he couldn't be trusted to only be satisfied by lashing out at Pete. Pete needed to go find him as soon as possible. Opening his eyes proved to be a challenge. A heavy fog was clouding his vision, and the pain that was engulfing his whole body was preventing him from doing the simplest of movements. He groaned as he shifted his torso in a futile attempt to get up, resulting in a gasp that startled him into opening his eyes to check where it came from. His mouth was hanging open as he took in the image of Khun Vegas staring at him, fidgeting nervously in the chair he was sitting on. His eyes were red around the corners and he looked ghostly pale. Pete’s breath hitched. “Pete… ?” he said, dropping his gaze to the floor. He always did that when he was feeling guilty about something. “Are you... ?” “I’m fine, Khun Vegas,” Pete replied, despite the numbness in his limbs and the headache that was starting to form. “What about you? Are you hurt? Should I take you to the doct-” “We’re at the infirmary, you idiot,” Vegas shouted, interrupting him, but his voice lacked the usual heat. “Stop acting like my bodyguard right now, it pisses me off.” That’s all I know how to be, Pete wanted to tell him, but remained silent. That’s all I’m allowed. He didn’t really mind Khun Vegas’ words. He’d heard worse things over the years, things that should have probably hurt him. Somehow, Pete had the ability to forgive him anything. The atmosphere grew tense between them. Pete had grown used to that, too, but he had never seen Khun Vegas be so self conscious before. He wondered why the sudden change. “I’m not thanking you,” Pete heard him murmur after a few seconds; he uttered the words under his breath, while staring at his feet. If Pete had a better view of his face, he’d argue Khun Vegas was pouting. Pete could only reassure him. “You don’t have to, Khun Vegas. I was simply doing my job.” It had the opposite effect. The creases between his eyebrows deepened as he lifted his head and stared at Pete. Astonished as his mouth was open agape, likely for a retort that never came. Alternatively, he turned his attention to the small table next to Pete’s bed. He stood up and approached it hastily, grabbing something that was resting on top of it, before Pete could take a closer look. “The nurse said you have to take this,” he said and extended his arm at Pete, revealing a small pill. It was probably a standard type of painkiller. Bodyguards never got any special medical treatment, especially those working for the minor family. It wasn’t worth the trouble. Pete tried to lift his hand to take it, but he bitterly realized it was impossible. He winced as he took a look at both of his arms and found them bandaged, smears of purple popping at places his skin was uncovered. He cursed under his breath. “Ah, I’m sorry, Khun Vegas, I’ll just call the-” Cold fingertips pressed on Pete’s chin. They felt even colder on his lips, the pressure just enough to make him open his mouth. The pill slipped between his teeth easily, with the help of a wet tongue he'd never thought he'd get to taste. Hot air hit Pete’s cheeks. His heart was beating rapidly. For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. Water traveled down his throat, taking the pill with it. Pete blinked. His head felt light, his body even lighter. He didn’t know how to describe the feeling, but he didn’t think it was bad. He focused, instead, on Vegas, who was standing above him with an unusual sense of confidence.  “Get well soon. That’s an order.” It was enough to ground Pete back into reality. He was thankful for it.

“Yes, Khun Vegas.” It was only then that Pete noticed how the color returned on Vegas’ face and how his slight trembling seized. “Has Pete woken up yet?” Both of them jumped at the sound of Porsche’s voice. He poked his head into the room, completely oblivious to what had transpired before he showed up. “Oh, he has. How are you feeling?” “Good,” he replied sincerely. The pain didn’t bother him anymore.  A smile spread on his lips as he added, “Khun Vegas just gave me my medicine.” Porsche returned it, though his was more mischievous than playful. “Pete, you should have seen Vegas while he waited for you to wake up. I’ve never seen him crying so hard-” Vegas punched Porsche hard on the shoulder to stop him from talking, which made loud laughter escape Pete’s mouth. It earned him a glare, one of Vegas' serious ones. It'd bring him hell later, but Pete realized he was fine with that.

[hmslusitania]

The fluffiest foot warmer

[angstyaches]

I feel like doing some hurt/comfort drabbles focusing on Shayne and Charlie or Elliott and Felix. Send me a "first line" and I'll write a little continuation!

I'll answer the first five 🖤

5/5

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"Later, Shayne had to admit that he hadn’t seen this coming..."

"I know you're hungry, I can hear your belly growling all the way over here."

“That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.”

"You'll feel better with something in your stomach."

"Is your belly feeling off...? Mine kinda is..."

Collection on AO3

[pia55tri]

in the mood to write some carcar rn

[collectivecloseness]

124) fuck. I could watch you forever, watching a subby Steve pleasure himself

Prompt: 124) fuck. I could watch you forever

Steve Harrington x reader

“That’s it. My pretty Stevie.”

Steve whines, almost more of a cry, your pillow clutched so tight against his chest his veins look like they’re about to pop.

You’d had to leave Steve for the day, and when you came back, you found the lower half of Steve’s face muffled into your pillow, breathing into it not in a creepy way, but a missing you one. You’d been lured upstairs by the sound of your name being called, opening the door a crack to see Steve fisting his cock in his spit covered hand, and moaning your name out for you.

He’d been so red when you fully opened the door. It was cute. Of course you both knew each other jacked off, this far into your relationship, but Steve was still flustered. Especially since he was feeling so subby.

And all you’d done was stroke his pretty hair, sit by his feet, and encourage him “Go on Stevie. Want to see you keep going pretty boy.”

Steve was still jacking himself off now, a small amount of pre starting to leak at his tip.

“Shit baby. Want to lick you so bad.” Your tongue darted at your lips, eyes hungry on him.

Steve cried out, pumping himself faster, especially now you’d braced your hand on his thigh. But his deep brown eyes were staring at you. “C-Can. You can. Want you to touch me baby please.”

“Not yet honey.” You rubbed his thigh, knowing even if Steve whined, he loved doing as you say. “Wanna watch you first, told you baby. You always look so pretty when you’re touching yourself for me Stevie.” You give in a little though and kiss his thigh. And the way Steve’s head thrusts back, but he can’t even get out a moan, is glorious.

Steve swallows hard. “Please. Please, need you.” His fist is shaking around his cock.

You frown a little, stroking back his perfect hair from his slightly sweaty forehead. “I know baby. Could probably hear you from all the way down the street.” You smiled, teasing.

Steve whined loud. His thumb grazing across his tip hard now. His big brown eyes never leaving you.

You sighed lustfully as you watched him. Your hands braced on both your boyfriends thighs, slightly opening them, as you bit your lip up at Steve. “Fuck. I could watch you forever.”

“Fuckkkk!” Steve whined, pumping himself as fast as he could, but still not cumming yet. “Fuck y/n. Need you. Please, need you! I need you.” Tears started welling up in Steve’s eyes, his big lower lip wobbling, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart ache for your poor boy.

Shuffling closer, you cup his cheek in your hand, stroking him there with gentle hushes as Steve buried his face, his lips and his nose, into your palm, nuzzling.

“I know baby. I know. Such a good boy for me, aren’t you Stevie?” You smile gently. Steve nodding as you start to feel the brush of tears from his eyelashes, flitting against your palm as Steve nods.

“You just wanna be my Stevie, huh? Want me to take care of you? Like being my pillow princess, don’t you baby?”

Steve nodded faster, his thumb bruising against his tip. “Yeah. Yeah.” The words barely come out, Steve so breathless.

His thigh and cheek are scorching against your own skin, Steve’s body burning, and you caress him soothingly. You knew Steve just wanted you to take care of him sometimes. And it was something you loved just as much.

“Here baby. Finish up for me please pretty boy? Be so good for me? You know how much I love watching you please yourself.” You rubbed his thigh in circles, your thumb on his cheek, tracing his thick lips. “I’ll give you a kiss good boy. And then, you can have me for as long as you want. I’ll help you out.”

“I want you to sit on my face.” Steve got out. Immediately. His doe eyes wide on you, searching.

And you couldn’t help but giggle. Your heart swelling. And already soaked crotch giving a deep throb.

“Okay baby boy. Can have me for as long as you need. Promise.” You lean into him, giving him a sweet kiss, just like you said, and Steve kisses you back happily. Moaning in relief against your mouth. And when you pull back, his hand is furious over his cock, pre leaking all the way down his tip and pooling at his fist.

“Say it again.” Steve has his eyes straight on you. Both your hands massaging his thighs, as his breath becomes stuttered. Steve knows you will, but he still begs, feeling himself so close. “Please, say it again for me.”

And knowing what your Stevie needed, after so many times with him, you smile sweetly, groping his thighs as you look your boyfriend straight back in his eyes. “You are such a good boy for me Stevie.”

Steve cries out your name one last time, for now, and you hold him with pleasure as you watch Steve cum all over his shaking hand. Your name desperate on his lips, as his muscles tense in his arm, and cum falls over his pretty thighs, and spills through his lovely fingers, just for you. Just for the show.

[dustoftheancients]

current piece - wip.

Please do not remove caption.

[emoticonheart]

for prompts/scenarios, what about a new witch's apprentice (or something of the sort) who's basically paid to taste-test potions? maybe they drink a potion that makes them burp a lot, or maybe they just drink too many-

as someone who's also going through some intense writer's block, i hope you get through it!

oh this is adorable!! i love this!! i can totally see this apprentice testing a few potions back to back and her body having a bad reaction, but instead of big, powerful belches, her body just keeps producing these cute and tiny burps. but they just keep coming, interrupting her every two seconds. just literally nonstop. she's incredibly shy and embarrassed about it, worried that her constant burping will annoy or even anger the witch she's working for. after all, she's hoping to become a witch herself one day, and she doesn't want to taint her reputation!! the witch, however, doesn't mind at all, and actually finds it extremely adorable. she doesn't say it aloud (tough love and all that) but she thinks she's made the right choice in her apprentice.

also thank you so much, indigo!! i hope the same for you as well!! i have thoroughly enjoyed reading all of your works about felicity, and whether you write more about her or you focus on different characters, i'm so excited to see and read more from you!! let's hope we both get out of this funk soon!!

[vinelark]

oooooo i love this ask game idea!!! 🦟 please!

🦟 Recommend a fic that makes you smile!

unfurl by @burins made me grin so hard; it’s superbat (with a very cute, very hilarious side of timkon) in which bruce and clark are long overdue for figuring some things out, and the texting + side character shenanigans are 🤌🤌

[fic rec ask game!]

[starrystevie]

“could you have found a bigger teddy bear?!”

for the valentines prompts 🤍

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"steve? hey babe? little help with the groceries?"

the front door closes with a bang and eddie is rustling around downstairs, cabinets slamming as he puts away the groceries. steve rolls his eyes and winces, waiting one two three seconds until he hears josephine start to cry in her crib.

"fuck," he whispers under his breath, not nearly loud enough for the baby to hear, not like she would be able to comprehend his foul mouth anyway. he scoops her up, bounces her a few times as she settles into his chest, tiny fists curling into his shirt as she wails. steve shushes her gently and runs a hand over her back, presses a kiss to her sweaty head, her featherlight hair tickling his lips.

finally, josephine settles down enough to where she's only letting out these half-hearted whimpers, but the nap she was about to take has been fully thwarted by her obnoxious father in the kitchen. steve sighs and keeps her in his arms, gently walking them downstairs to see eddie busy with the groceries in the pantry.

"steve!" he yells again, clearly not hearing him or his daughter behind him, and the loudness spooks josephine into crying once more. eddie spins around, eyes wide, mouth open, as steve rocks her against his chest yet again. he rolls his eyes at eddie's apologetic face.

"look at the clock," is all steve says, watching as eddie's eyes slip past him and slide over to the clock on the wall behind him.

"it's nap time," eddie whispers, barely loud enough to hear over their daughter's cries.

"it's nap time." steve bounces and shushes her more, walks her into the living room and points out random things, talking to her gently under his breath to lull her back into anything but her piercing screams. yet as he rounds the corner into the dining room, he sees something he definitely didn't expect to see.

"what's that?" he asks, snuffling more kisses to the top of josephine's head as her cries settle once more. eddie comes through the doorway sheepishly and reaches his arms out to cradle their baby to his chest. he pushes a kiss onto her cheek before giving one to steve as well.

"it's a teddy bear!" eddie smiles, so big that steve decides to forgive him for waking up their 8 month old at the blessed quiet hour that is nap time.

"yes, honey i can see that. but why is it in the dining room?"

eddie rolls his eyes as his ringed fingers dance over josephine's back as an extra comfort. "it's for joey. it's her first valentine's and you expect me to not get her something?"

"okay, that's great," steve says, his eyebrows pulling together. "but could you have found a bigger teddy bear? what is she even supposed to do with it?"

the bear, truly, is massive. it's sitting on the floor, tan and fluffy with big paws and eyes, soft and comfortable and cute. steve could see the appeal, honestly he could, but what was an 8 month old supposed to do with a bear that was bigger than both her fathers combined?

eddie smiles and steve both loves and hates this one, because it means mischief. it means steve giving in to his husband's charms and falling even deeper in love with the man that he thought possible. with his free hand, eddie takes the bear and lays it on the ground. with one final kiss to her head, he lays the now calm josephine on the bear's belly and lays down with his own head next to his daughter's.

"you too, baby," eddie says and reaches up his hand for steve.

he'd be lying if he said it isn't the cutest thing he's ever seen, the way his husband is looking at their daughter with softer than soft eyes. the way her grubby little hands ball up in the bear fur. the way she snuffles and rubs at her eyes before letting out a yawn. it's his, all this, family and love and warmth.

steve bends down, presses his nose into eddie's cheek and breathes him in before mirroring him on the bear. "she can grow into it, i guess."