#the last gif was extremely hard to color i gave up

[catdia]

Sevika with a Chubby S/o pt.2

Sevika is a very jealous and prideful individual. she doesn’t take kindly to others that try to take you away from her

when Finn tried to get you close to him, she killed half his goons as a warning

teaches you basic self defense, how to use your body as an advantage in combat

ended with both of you making out on the practice mats

gave you a knife and handgun as a birthday present

all your clothing is automatically hers as well. loves wearing your shirts and hoodies when running errands

Sevika has MASSIVE hips, she doesn’t like them that much because pants never fit her waist right. but you love them!

and you also don’t like when pants highlight your underbelly. if she sees your belly in any capacity she’s grabbing that thing like a vice

uses your stuff before you ever get to. that new Piltovan skin care you got? Sevika gives it 10/10

eats all your snacks, even the healthy ones that taste “like cardboard”

the scar on her temple gets sensitive with the cold, uses your tummy as a heating pad when cuddling

one of Sevika’s love languages is bringing you fresh vegetables and fruit she smuggled from overseas

seeing your eyes sparkle in delight as you eat the sweet fruits makes her love her shitty job a little more

she got your nickname “peach” because of your love of fruit (and your fat ass)

if there is a place on earth that can be considered hell is when your periods sync up. Both in pain and grumpy.

when it’s just you, she gives you princess treatment (more than usual). even going as far as making homemade soup

i believe Sevika doesn’t get her period as frequently as she used to. mainly thanks to the amount of Shimmer she uses

Shimmer is the reason you almost had a terrible fall out. it was doing your woman more harm than good. making her extremely aggressive to the point where she threw and broke the matching clay mugs you gave her as an anniversary present. you spent almost two months making them

all of this because you threw away her last Shimmer supply. you just couldn’t she her like that anymore

you sobbed as you collected the pieces of the floor. so preciously putting them on your lap as she just watched in horror. Sevika had never seen you so broken. What had she done?

Sevika kneeled in front of you trying to make everything right. picking up little colorful shards of the floor. but you pushed her onto her feet. you pointed at the door.

“Get out…”

“Peach, please I—“

“Get the fuck out Sevika!”

she spend the next few weeks crashing in Silco’s office. drinking her sorrows away. while going cold turkey off Shimmer

remembering your soft cheeks stained with tears and trembling shoulders. she never had seen you so angry

once she had the courage (and by that I mean Silco and Jinx kicking her out for beign love sick) to come back home, she didn’t grasp how much she actually needed your love

it was a positive sign that you let her in. like a silent “prove me wrong”

you made her sleep on the couch for weeks. ignoring all Sevika’s attempts of affection. walking away when she got too close, not drinking the coffee she made for you in the mornings, covering your body quickly whenever she walked into the bathroom after your showers

Janna, did she miss having your body on hers. having you cuddle her to sleep. now she is stuck in this ratty couch. she missed how you moaned, what you tasted like. Sevika was unbelievably horny

but she needed to wait for you to make the first move out of respect for the pain she caused

when she was sleeping on the sofa you woke her up by grinding your cunt on her thigh. only wearing your night robe. open in the middle, nipples hard and belly creasing on your pelvis. you placed her mechanical arm on your temple. cradling her metal palm with your lips

“Fuck me like you mean it, ‘vika! Make me your woman again.”

Sevika saw the fire in your eyes, and the burn was a prize she was willing to take

you kissed each other hard, clawing at clothing and skin. teeth clashing. every touch was personal. sensual. like a withered plant in water

even if the sun never warmed the underground it didn’t matter to her. because the sun couldn’t ever bring her life like you did

Sevika had never made love before. only saw sex as carnal lust. but having you vulnerable in front of her and having given her forgiveness was the best gift she could have asked for. the gift of hope and chance. she touched you like a lover, a soulmate.

you laid naked on her chest, blissed out in pleasure. in the afterglow of sex. Sevika groping the flesh of your ass. as she blew cigarette smoke into the air. you were going to complain about the smell in the morning.

“I quit Shimmer.”

you smiled into her exposed skin. Sevika was a blunt woman, and you appreciated that part of her.

“Good.”

“Love you, doll.”

“Mmmm — me too Sevika.”

and you definitely made her go to one of those pottery couples classes to replace the mugs she broke

Sevika wasn’t getting off thaaattt easy

[ferrstappen]

everybody wants a taste vol. 2 l Lando Norris

a/n: i just had to write this to have a clear mind. it'snot the best, i'm sorry but i hope you like it anyway <3 i have a project in mind that I CANNOT WAIT to share so i needed to write this after months of promising, i'm sorry.

summary: everybody wants a taste part ii

Lando did everything he could to stop his mind from thinking about you and why you still weren’t in the hotel room. 

You were wrong, you were oh-so-wrong from walking away like that in the middle of an argument, especially when he was trying to let you know how he was feeling, letting out the repressed emotions boiling in his chest for weeks, maybe he didn’t want to say out loud that they had been gnawing his insides for months now.  

But when he noticed the expensive velvet dress lifeless on the floor, his heart beat faster and his hands started sweating as he reminisced about the FaceTime call while he was racing in Mexico and you were in Paris, trying to get the phone to stay upright to show him the different gowns for the multiple red carpets awaiting, planning on the color of his bowtie and shoes, whining when you insisted he had to shave, at least for the Oscars. 

He was sad, yes, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed off still. Lando was not going to back off, not this time. The problem was, neither were you while you walked towards the hotel room to collect your things. 

It probably was the most silent plane ride either of you’d ever been on, with Lando putting on his headphones and playing a random video game as you pulled the covers and tried to get some sleep, dreading the moment you stepped inside your precious home in Montecarlo, with fans, mostly Lando’s, trying to get a peek inside the luxury car carrying you, and the painfully obvious discomfort and sadness that would go beyond the polarized windows and bright flashes.

Because that was it for the rest of the time. 

Silence.

It’s not like you decided to sweep it under the rug and pretend it never happened, no, it was lingering in the air; whenever you woke up, when he texted “I love you” when you let him know you got a new role, when he spent some days in England and only texted once he was there, when he felt an enormous surge of pride when your name was announced as a nominee for the Golden Globes, but seconds later his name was announced as well. 

And it all came back. 

Rumors started flooding, and you weren’t stupid, making an extreme effort to fly to Abu Dhabi to support him during the last race of the season, even if it meant not sleeping for almost 48 hours and flying from one continent to the other in the middle of a press tour. 

Maybe that was the beginning of starting to feel like yourself again, when he spotted you and gave you his thousand dollar smile, with his eyes shining so bright in the night, his arms embracing your body as your lips found his forehead before his traveled to their home on your lips. 

It was blissful, going Christmas shopping together hand in hand, carrying a list to not forget something, walking hand in hand in the cold weather, and smiling at anyone who recognized you, even if the security guard walking a few steps ahead of you warned you weren’t stopping for photos that day.

The problem was the loud places outside and cute gifts, mixing families and kisses over the helmet, were just a moment during the loud silence, the plastic smiles, falling asleep alone on your bed while you listened to his high-pitched laugh through the walls. 

And in the blink of an eye, Hollywood called back and you were gone again. 

It was hard to hide the fact your boyfriend wasn’t with you during his free time as he usually would, he was more than acquainted with movie critics and journalists, just as you were in the different tracks, whenever possible people knew Lando would be by your side and you’d be right there next to him. 

Maybe the saddest part, you thought, was the text you received saying he wouldn’t be able to attend the Golden Globes, the night you were expected to win and keep hyping up the way to the golden statue. 

“can’t go darling, they need me in HQ and then some quadrant stuff”

You ignored the pain when the stylist asked the color of your dress and if Lando was gonna wear a matching bow tie, when fans asked where he was and you had to answer he was busy even if there were videos of him on TikTok driving around Monaco and spending nights at Jimmiz. 

Lando swears he didn’t start acting like that to hurt you, things just happened that way. The likes under some random beautiful girl on Instagram were just a thing of the moment, she was the girlfriend of a friend and could use the boost, or she was super nice during a night out, or she was at the apartment of some random person you’d never heard about before. 

Testing started and you weren’t there, but it was easier for Lando to explain your absence: “She’s getting ready for the big night, the Oscars are around the corner and none of us need the distractions right now”

User1: yikes, not Lando saying his girlfriend is a distraction ON A LIVE INTERVIEW

User2: I give them 3 months, tops. 

User3: nah I think they broke up already, they’ve been miserable since her movie premiered

User4: you mean y/n’s been miserable bc I know my boy Lando has been hitting the clubs and the likes

User5: he deserves it after his gf fucked tom holland though

User6: it’s called acting. 

User5: it sure as hell didn’t look like it

User7: what was the name of that portuguese girl again????

You swore you wouldn’t see comments, but it was an impossible task, even if the result was you crying in a hotel room, alone, helpless as all you received were heart emojis, blue tickets, and voicemail. 

The Oscars came and he promised he’d be there. 

It was tense, but you tried your best to ignore it and say it was nerves, you’d never been nominated before and it felt like you were going to be sick. 

Then, a streak of light appeared the night before when he held you tight, kissed your forehead, and said you were the best, that you were going to win and if you didn’t it wasn’t important because this was the first of many. 

And then, your mind cleared of all the comments, the seen messages, and the little white lies. 

You both walked the red carpet, with big smiles, and sparkly eyes as the crowd swooned while watching Lando help you with the dress, fixing your hair, carrying your purse. It was all a blur until they called your name.

Lando was the first one up, ignoring etiquette and bending and kissing you while you were processing what had just happened. The thing is, even in that hazy moment you noticed the grip of his hand on your waist tightened when Tom congratulated you before you started the short walk to the stage.

You thanked the crew, the producers, fellow actors, and Lando for his unconditional support. Even if you and he knew it was a blatant lie because of the months of uncertainty if he was with someone else, the miserable feeling of doubting yourself because maybe, just maybe, you weren’t enough for him; beautiful, rich, talented, exceptional Lando Norris. 

Lando maybe suspected it but didn’t say anything as the flight from Los Angeles to Monaco repeated itself, but one thing was different. Yes, it was quiet, but not tense, he saw you concentrated on reading a book, not giving him much attention. 

The car ride was the same, with flashes and people trying to reach both of you, but Lando more as he stayed behind. 

You were inside the car and observed him, the beautiful women asking to have five seconds with him and he did everything with a smile. Maybe you could throw a tantrum because he was always surrounded by beautiful and smart girls who wanted a little bit of his attention, a part of his job? The answer was bitter. 

The apartment was tranquil, the view of the marina breathtaking, but you knew this was the last of you there, this wasn’t home anymore.

And Lando knew it right when he saw you standing in the middle of the living room, not letting go of the luggage you were carrying, and your eyes were watery as your lips reddened. 

“Please don’t,” he whispered, you were barely able to hear him. 

Tears were streaming down your face as you shook your head, “You know it has to be this way. It’s not fair for us…” You took a deep breath. “No, you know? It’s unfair to me because you’re living your life, which is fine, but you left me behind because of what? Jealousy? No, Lando, just…”

Lando was silent: “I know, I know it was wrong I’m so sorry,” he mumbled.

“I know you are, but I think… I’m done for now, I deserve better and you do as well, you have to be with someone who makes you feel secure and that’s not me… I’m sorry.”

So you left Monaco, left Lando, hung the VIP McLaren lanyards, and said goodbye to the track.

You didn’t feel better, Lando didn’t feel better, but it was for the best.

Or something like that. 

[msheadcannons]

side tackles

lena oberdorf x reader headcannons

growing up, lena had to get used to playing football with boys.

there weren't any all-girl clubs in her area during her childhood, so she ended up being the only girl at most times.

of course, being the only girl meant that lena would come under fire with misogynist comments by parents of the opposition. parents, coaches, and even some of the male players themselves.

the boys on the opposition were awful with her. side tackles that would hit her ankles on purpose, pushes that used to make lena slam onto the ground, it was a lot for the german girl.

lena's last straw was hearing parents scream terrible comments about her. grown people throwing comments at a minor.

"go back to the kitchen!!" "son, don't let that girl take the ball from you," all of those comments were yelled.

so, to play at that game-- lena used playing with boys to her advantage.

she worked out, perfected her side tackles, and easily has the strength to go up against the U17 boys that her were own age.

this hard work ended up with her getting captain of her childhood club, TSG Sprockhovel.

she left for essen, an all-girls club, not long afterwards.

from essen to wolfsburg, the german girl started to become known for her side tackles and intimidating behavior on the pitch.

even if she's the total opposite off of the pitch.

you were at chelsea in early 2021 when you played against wolfsburg in the champions league quarterfinals.

lena wasn't even on your radar at this time. you knew that one of your closest teammates, pernille, used to play at wolfsburg nd she told you that they could get pretty aggressive-- but you didn't know how aggressive it would get.

being subbed in for pernille in the 80th minute, due to coming back from having a hamstring injury in your left leg, you were focused on giving chelsea the lead.

not even three minutes later, you felt a pair of cleats smack into your left ankle as you were passing the ball up to sam kerr.

you jumped before falling to the ground, clenching your left ankle as you grinded your teeth together.

hiding for face, ashamed that you possibly have an ankle injury after coming back from your hamstring one, you heard jessie yell at whoever hit your ankle.

"number five in the green, yes you! are you an idiot? what was that?"

"jessie, calm your horses." sam's australian accent cuts through.

the ref blows the whistle at the same time you pull yourself up into a weak criss-cross-applesauce position.

you look over to see the taller girl in green, number five on her shorts, giving jessie a guilty look before turning to look at you.

you tell the ref, "I'm fine," before standing up and wiping the grass off of your navy colored shorts.

going back into position, twenty feet ahead of sam signaling for the free kick, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"you're okay?" the number five, oberdorf, from wolfsburg asks.

"I am. thanks." you give a light smile and pat her hand on your shoulder, a silent forgiveness motion.

you would've been nicer if you knew that she would be your girlfriend in less than a year-- but you had a match to finish.

the german gave you a look after your response, a prediction that you will be someone extremely important to her someday

[celestialbeing2]

daffodils.

a finnick odair x fem!reader story

summary - as the flowers were blooming, so did your anxiety. why? a household slip up. it happens to the best of us. lucky for you, there is only one other person in district four that can calm your nerves.

warnings - not the best grammar, not proofread (fluff!)

maybe it was just you allergies getting the best of you. or was it seasonal depression? no that's not likely. either way a wave of anxiousness had hit you. hard.

it was about that time in district four. the flowers were blooming, and the sky and water were a breathtaking shade of blue. the district filled with vibrant colors. spring made its way. and you weren't here for it.

on these days when you weren't feeling 100%, you would find your designated "comfort spot". it was a small patch just large enough for you to lay down without feeling suffocated. the patch gave you the best view of the sea. it was also surrounded by yellow daffodils. it was all far too amazing for the eyes.

as you made your way over to your patch, your chest felt heavy. thoughts were swirling around in your head and it was extremely hard to process one complete thought. you felt sticky from the sweat beads on your forehead. even though there was a strong breeze that day, you still managed to sweat buckets. the tears rolling down your cheeks could have also played a factor in the stickiness.

you weren't really sure what exactly happened, but the last thing you remember is dropping a vase. not just any vase, it was a family heirloom. before anyone in your home got the chance to figure out the source of the crash, you were out the house. to say you were nervous from the potential outcomes of the accident was a understatement.

as you finally got to your patch and sat down, your focus was on the ocean. the serene waves made you feel slightly better. but hearing the waves crash immediately brought the nervousness back. you tried to redirect your focus on the small insects around you, but the buzzing of the bees made you think of how your ears rung after the crash.

the ocean and the animals were checked off of your fixate list. that left the plants. in front of you was a collection of flowers. bu the daffodils caught your eye the most. some were white, some were yellow, while some were both. you love daffodils. they only bloom once a year, and they only live for a few weeks. so you have to soak in their beauty for as long as you possibly can.

however, the footsteps behind you snapped you back into reality. who could even be out here? no one knows about your little spot. no one besides...

"mr. odair" you said, turning your head around slowly. not ready to meet his sea-green eyes. his stare could be too intense sometimes. nonetheless, you loved it.

"no need to be formal with me, honey" he replied, squeezing his way into your area. you adored the pet-names he gave for you. the way they rolled off of his tongue made you love him more day by day.

once finnick sat down, the silence between the two of you grew louder. you stared at the daffodils on your fingertips, while finnick looked straight ahead at the sea. he has always had a desire to be around the sea. no wonder why hes the best fisher you know.

before you could fill in the silence, he jumped in. "why are you out here? i stopped by our home to see if you were busy but when your mother told me you were gone i was extremely worried. is everything okay?" he said, positioning himself to face you with his classic big doe eyes. this time they were glassy, as if he was about to cry. he truly was worried.

"sorry. i broke something and i just panicked. i thought i was done for. you know how my mom gets sometimes. i just acted impulsively, i didn't mean to hurt you." you answered him. you probably were too focused on finding the rights rather than on him, because he was in a different position, with something in his hands.

his fingers were moving quickly, weaving something together. you couldn't see what it was. his hands are always at work in some way. that wasn't new to you. what was new to you was his sudden vulnerability. he quickly wrapped up making the thing that was in his hands. he held it out to you.

it was the stems of the daffodils in front of you. they were tied into a intricate pattern that resembled a headband. on the side on the band, a white and yellow flower sat on top of it.

"i know you didn't mean to hurt me. you never mean to hurt anyone. i know you. you're selfless and kind. don't take my feelings to heart. i just care about you a lot." he said, averting his gaze to the band. he then placed the band on your head.

"it fits perfectly" he said, fixing the band and smiling to himself. if only he knew how adorable he looked. his smile was large. crescent dimples were indenting his cheeks, and the soft blush over the tips of his ears and cheeks nearly made you melt.

"i..i don't even know what to say" you mumbled, grasping one of his hands. finnick lightly chuckled.

"that's fine, let me do the talking" he said proudly. he then brought your head to his lap and placed it down gently, like it was made out of glass. he didn't live up to his previous statement though. instead of him talking and you listening, you two sat in silence again. like how it was when he first came to your spot.

this silence was more comfortable. finnick and comfort mixed well together.

[klbwriting]

Broken Prism

Chapter 17

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x female!Reader

Warnings: some suggestions of outing someone

Summary: Penguin has Jason and YN goes to get him back

You had gotten back to the manor around 1AM and had gone right to bed. Nothing was amiss, Jason wasn’t expected back until later and the rest of the family were either asleep or out patrolling. What was strange was when you woke up and checked Jason still wasn’t in bed. He slept late into the day and normally you were having to pull him out of bed to function after a long night. Today he was already gone. You shrugged and headed down to the dining room, passing Bruce’s office and noticing the elevator to the Batcave was open. This stopped you. That elevator was closed up during the day most of the time, unless there was an emergency, and someone forgot to close it. You walked over, getting on and heading down, not sure what to expect.

No one noticed you coming up behind the Batcomputer. Bruce was seated with Alfred, Dick, and Tim watching the screen. You weren’t sure why until you saw Jason’s bike crash. He looked alright but then he stood and was soon surrounded. Then they started beating him. You let out a gasp, trying to remember that the color was still around you, he was alive, but clearly in bad shape. Dick turned around and saw you there and walked over.

“Listen…” he started, breaking you out of your trance. You looked at him, then at Bruce and Tim.

“Where is he?” you asked. “Where is Jason?” you demanded again when no one answered. The video was still playing, and you saw men dragging him away and then Tim dropping in to find his guns and jacket. “Tim, where did they take him?”

“I don’t know, the tracker goes to an old meat packing plant in Otisburg and then disappears,” he said. “They were already gone when I got there, I tried tracking them but…I couldn’t.”

“Ya, I bet you tried really hard…” you snapped before realizing that was a shitty thing to say. “I’m sorry…I know you actually did try.” You looked at the rest of them. “Well, what are we doing to get him back?”

“I’m going to head to the Iceberg Lounge, see if I can sneak into his office, find out anything,” Dick said. “We know that Jason was gaining territory on Penguin, but this is a little extreme, even for him.” You had the sneaking suspicion Jason wasn’t the only problem. Bruce could see your mind whirring and frowned.

“Care to share?” he asked, and you shook your head. “Don’t do that, don’t keep ideas to yourself, we all want to help. You don’t have to do this on your own.” You sighed, hating that he was right in this case. If what you suspected was going on was true, then you would need backup.

“I think this has to do with me more than Jason,” you said. “For the last few months, I’ve been gathering intel on Penguin’s different enterprises, trying to find enough proof for the GCPD. He does weapons sales, but actually registers the weapons and only sells them to those who can legally buy them, so even if after the sale the buyers use them for a crime, or if they scrape serial numbers off and resells them, it can’t land Cobblepot in prison. He has storehouses full of drugs, but none of them can legally be linked to him, only to those who are willing to take the fall for him. None of it holds up in court. Last night I met with a scientist from CADMUS who gave me proof that Penguin has been harvesting organs from the houseless all over the city, sometimes killing them, sometimes not. CADMUS has been buying them for experiments and this week Cobblepot chose greed over smarts and accepted a check written out to him for sale of the organs. The scientist had a copy of the check and the order form with the same amount for organs. Another damning piece is that listed on the manifest for delivery is a heart with a pacemaker attached, that pacemaker is linked to a body that was found yesterday in an alley in Old Gotham. It still needs work, but it can be tied back to Penguin. He might have taken Jason because he knows that Red Hood protects Lady Red. Without him Penguin can come after me. So, I’m going to go to him instead. Trade the information I have for Jason.”

“You can’t give Penguin the proof, it took so long for you to find it,” Tim said. You shrugged. You really didn’t see what else you could do. You weren’t going to abandon Jason to whatever Penguin had in mind for him.

“Miss YN, Master Jason was working on something with me for this occasion,” Alfred said, and you looked at him. “He knew that you gathered information that many in the city would do anything for and he thought that perhaps one of your friends would be in danger. So, he and I developed a specialized hard drive, one that you have to be holding a button on or else it will self-destruct so to speak. You can go in with it, they can scan it, it will have the information needed, but be unable to be copied, only viewed. If you are to take your hand off the button because they have killed the hostage or you yourself then the information is first sent directly to the GCPD and then destroyed on the hard drive.”

“That’s pretty ingenious actually, taking a tactic for a pressure-controlled bomb switch and making it work for information, you have an info bomb essentially,” Tim said. You smiled a little, there was Jason trying to protect you again.

“Well then, let’s get him out of there."

It took some doing but Tim was able to get Jason’s tracker back online, showing him near the meatpacking plant where the signal stopped, in what looked like a processing facility for the meat. That was terrifying, and you hoped Penguin wasn’t going to try to grind him up when you threatened to destroy the evidence. As you approached the facility you saw two men outside, watching the front entrance. Once you were inside Dick would drop in and take care of them while Tim would handle anyone watching the back door. Bruce would get in through the roof, ready to help inside and apprehend Penguin before he could escape. The GCPD was on standby, evidence already in their hands. Even with all this help and planning you were still scared that Jason would get hurt, would die again, and you would fail to save him.

“Who are you?” one of the guards at the door asked, pointing his gun at you. You rolled your eyes, really not wanting to deal with this right now.

“Lady Red, I believe I have some information for Penguin, something he wants,” you said. The guard turned to the other, who was talking on a walkie talkie. He nodded and the other guard let her in. “Good luck boys,” you muttered before the door closed. You walked down the aisleway between machines out of a Saw movie, everything rusted and covered in grime. You would need to get so many shots if you survived this. There was only a couple dozen henchmen inside the facility, Penguin at the head of the group, pacing the room by the back door, and you saw Jason tied down beside Penguin, helmet still on. That was a relief, at least his identity wasn’t compromised. Making the helmet code word compliant was a good idea Tim had. His armor was gone, and you nearly threw up at the sight of his body, clothes torn, blood down his front and you could hear a wheeze through the helmet as he was breathing. You hoped you could get him out of here before he collapsed.

“I’m glad my suspicions have been confirmed,” Cobblepot said as you approached. “Lady Red, really giving your alliance away there.”

“That was intentional, Red Hood is my protection,” you said. Cobblepot let out a bark of laughter.

“Ya, really doing a good job there isn’t he,” he said, taking a pipe and hitting Jason in the stomach with it. You took a step forward and every henchmen raised their guns at you. “O no, don’t come any closer, they will kill you.”

“Then you won’t get the information I have,” you said, holding up the hard drive, finger pressing the button. “Think of this as a bomb, you hurt him and I let go of the button and all the information I have is sent to the cops and then destroyed. I die I let go of the button and the same thing happens. I want him and I want us to leave alive. If that happens, I disengage this device and you get all the information on you I have, and you can do whatever you want with it.” Penguin glared at you.

“Why didn’t you call your bat friends?” he asked. You rolled your eyes. You were keeping a distance from them. Being in league with Red Hood was one thing, but being completely tied to the Batman was a different story.

“I don’t have bat friends,” you said. “I only have him.” You looked at Jason again, swallowing, before looking at Penguin. “I want him back, now.”

“Aw, cute, you’re sweet on him. What must you be thinking getting into bed with such a hated vigilante,” Cobblepot shook his head. You caught sight of a shadow near the ceiling but kept your eyes on Penguin.

“Well, you know as well as I do its hard to find good dick these days,” you said. He froze in his tracks and looked at you. That information was very hard to find indeed. “I mean, Riddler isn’t exactly on speaking terms with you anymore is he? I mean he seemed very annoyed in his last email to you, next time Oswald, listen for the safe word…”

“Shut up,” he snapped, walking over to you, pointing the pipe at your head.

“Let Red Hood go and all of that information, the emails, the pictures, it goes away. Although, you could just come out about it, no one would judge you,” you said. You knew that Cobblepot came from a very traditional family in Gotham, one that probably made him into the monster he was now. You hated using this information against him, but seeing Batman, Robin, and Nightwing swooping in, quietly taking and disposing of the men surrounding you, all while you kept Penguin’s focus on you, was what was needed.

“You little bitch,” he said, raising the pipe to strike. You closed your eyes, expecting the blow but it didn’t come. When you opened your eyes Bruce had Penguin in a chokehold, forcing him to pass out, dropping the body hard to the ground.

“Let’s go,” he said, hearing the sirens nearby as the cops came to round everyone up. Dick picked up Jason and they fled back to Wayne Manor. On the way over YN rode on Tim’s bike.

“Would you actually have done that, outed Penguin?” Tim asked into the communicator. You scoffed.

“Never! I found that information but deleted it immediately,” you said. Tim nodded. “I’m an asshole, not a scumbag.” You heard the boy chuckle and smiled.

Jason groaned as Bruce set him back in bed. Two broken ribs, a collapsed lung that they needed to call in Dr Thompkins to check out, 100 stitches all over the place, he was a mess. And he had to find a new jacket, pain in the ass. He could hear Bruce in the hallway arguing with YN.

“He needs rest, those pain meds are going to kick in any second and make him sleep anyway, just wait…”

“Fuck off Bruce, I’m going to him. I promise I won’t make him do anything strenuous,” she said, shoving past him and closing the door behind her. “Hey,” she smiled, coming over and sitting on the bed next to him. “How bad is it?”

“I’m fine, could run a marathon,” he said, making her laugh. “Thank you, for saving me, that took some serious balls to do.”

“It was nothing, I’ve been looking into Penguin for a while, figured something like this might happen,” she said, gently taking his hand. Jason squeezed it to show he was fine.

“Ya, but I wasn’t supposed to be the hostage, should have been Jocelyn or Aura or something,” he said. You laughed. “I know, very sexist to assume only the ladies are hostages.” He felt a yawn coming on, trying to suppress it, but it didn’t work, only became bigger.

“Go to sleep,” he heard YN say. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[xcelestialdreamingx]

kit, 29, she/her, gmt. self harm. // hey, isn’t that CELESTE SMITH, who looks a little like ASHLEY MOORE? i hear SHE/HER is/are a 32 year old CIS WOMAN who works as a COMMUNITY MIDWIFE  who has been in town for THIRTY TWO YEARS IN ASPEN CREEK. they AREN’T a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at the EVERGREEN FARMS. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of Stargazing on the Aspen Creek gazebo, Warming Tea, Tarot Cards and Pug puppies. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

Celeste was born and raised in Aspen Creek. Her father, a Catholic man, and her mother, Anna, a free spirit, met at a music festival and shared a weekend of passion—a weekend that resulted in a pregnancy and, soon after, a wedding. Celeste grew up in Aspen Creek and had a close relationship with both her parents. For a few of her early years, she was homeschooled by her father, who was dedicated to her education. But as Cel got older, she wanted to spend more time with other children, so her father gave in and sent her to a mainstream middle school.

She appreciates everything her parents did for her, recognizing the dedication it took. Family is incredibly important to her, and she has never felt the urge to leave Aspen Creek. When she was a child, her parents got divorced, and her mother left town. Now, she rarely sees her mother, aware that she’s off following her latest whim. Because of this, Cel is a practical person who always thinks before acting.

Celeste also has a half-sister through her mother, named Sadie. A few years after Cel’s parents divorced, Anna had moved on with her life and, during one of her many adventures, had a second daughter. Celeste met Sadie when she was still a young girl, and though they don’t see each other often Celeste feels a strong, quiet bond with her.

This complicated family dynamic has left a lasting mark on Celeste. While her father and the community of Aspen Creek have kept her grounded, the presence of Sadie and her mother’s sporadic attempts at reconnecting have deepened Cel’s sense of loyalty and responsibility. She’s fiercely protective of those close to her and works hard to maintain stability in her life, possibly as a response to the volatility her mother represents.

As a teenager, Cel was always taught the meaning of hard work and held several jobs in town. She moved out of her family home at 25, settling into a small apartment.

Cel attended college locally and initially trained as a nurse. However, after a few years of work, her ambition began to show, and she retrained as a midwife. Her work is extremely important to her, and she takes her responsibilities seriously. No matter what is going on in her life, Cel gives everything to her patients when she’s at work. In her teenage years, she had a fiery spirit and a close-knit group of friends who often got into trouble together. Cel believes in star signs and fate, and her decisions are often influenced by the horoscope page in the newspaper.

Her belief in fate ties closely to a recent event where she left her fiancé at the altar. Celeste and Tristan met at work, and their relationship blossomed quickly. Everything she’d ever been taught suggested that she was truly in love. Tristan was romantic and wanted to do things traditionally. He proposed, and feeling the pressure from those around her, Cel accepted. But as the wedding day drew nearer, she kept staring at the wedding dress hanging above her bedroom door, feeling uncertain. She couldn’t go through with it. Cel called her aunt and best friend, letting them know she was calling the whole thing off. She spent the next two weeks canceling flowers, caterers, and the honeymoon. She knew her father was disappointed, as was the rest of her family, but Cel is certain she did the right thing for herself.

She has no idea what the future holds for her in Aspen Creek, but she can’t wait to find out.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Besties when I tell you I'd KILL for Leo Valdez -Danny Words: 2,269 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Don't You Dare' -by Kaden MacKay

XVII. Never Been More Offended by Something I 100% Agree With

Ara wakes with a start and discovers Nico's jacket is gone, but she's got her Tyrian cloak back, freshly washed jeans, a new camp t-shirt, and brand-new black Converse. Her hair feels clean and smells like honey, and she's no longer tired or cold.

She's sitting outside a café with the others. It's the early morning of the winter solstice, and everyone looks like they're attending wildly different events. 

"Mother!" Piper gasps.

"What? Fight who? Where?" Hedge sits up straight and Ara has a hard time not looking at him. This is not the vibrant she meant when talking about colors.

"Falling!" Leo yelps. "No—not falling. Where are we?"

Jason blurts out another question. "What are you wearing?"

Piper pulls out her dagger to look at her reflection. "It's nothing. It's my—It's nothing." 

"What's that?" This is the first time Ara sees Piper's weapon. "Who gave you that?"

Piper frowns. "Annabeth. It was in Athena's shed."

Ara wants to snatch the dagger out of her sister's grip and throw it away in an abrupt wave of jealousy, and she feels extremely confused by it. "Is that Katoptris?"

"Er... you know it?"

"Of course I know it," Ara scoffs. "Who doesn't know about Helen and Paris? Mom was their biggest fan."

"Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You two gonna be the best-dressed warriors in town, beauty queens."

"Hey, Leo," Jason replies. "You look at yourself recently?"

"What... oh."

Ara looks at the boy, and she... hates it. Thank the gods! Those clothes make him look put together, but Ara likes him more when he's messy and huggable. Huggable. Ara cringes at her own opinions.

"God, Leo, I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."

"Hey, shut up!"

"I think he looks good," Hedge hums. "'Course, I look better."

"Well," Jason sighs, "at least your mom overlooked me."

Ara and Piper share a look but say nothing. Ara seizes her cloak, and when she pulls it forward she realizes there is an embroidered image on it. "What the..." She turns. "Piper, what's on my back?"

"A huge Omega in the middle... top left I see Hermes' staff, top right has a dove, and a little to the side there is a crescent moon..."

"My blessings," Ara recognizes. "Cool!"

"How did we get here?" Piper puts Katopris back in its sheath.

"Oh, that would be Mellie," Hedge beams. "Those winds shot us halfway across the country, I'd guess. We would've been smashed flat on impact, but Mellie's last gift—a nice soft breeze—cushioned our fall."

"And she got fired for us," Leo pouts. "Man, we suck."

"Ah, she'll be fine. Besides, she couldn't help herself. I've got that effect on nymphs. I'll send her a message when we're through with this quest and help her figure something out. That is one aura I could settle down with and raise a herd of baby goats." 

"I can't believe I'm saying this," Ara looks at him with an aggravated expression. "But please, stop sharing your feelings."

Piper snorts. "Anyone else want coffee?"

"Coffee!" Hedge says happily. "I love coffee!"

"Um, but—money? Our packs?" Jason looks around.

Ara peeks under her chair and finds her T-Rex bag in one piece. She fishes it out, completely restored with the exception of a heart-shaped eyepatch covering its right socket. "Thank you, Mom!"

Piper pulls out a stash of money and a potion from the pockets of her jacket. Leo lets out an exclamation. "Allowance? Girls, your mom rocks!"

"Waitress!" Hedge calls, picking up a flower and nibbling on it. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab."

After a while, Leo takes out the drawing from one of his pockets and looks at it with a scowl. Piper notices. "What is that?"

"Nothing. You don't want to see my kindergarten artwork," he folds it again.

"It's more than that. Aeolus said it was the key to our success," Jason mentions. 

"Not today. He was talking about... later."

"How can you be sure?" Piper frowns.

"Trust me. Now—what's our game plan?"

"Climb the mountain," Hedge lists. "Kill everything except Piper's dad. Leave." 

"Thank you, General Eisenhower," Jason mutters.

"Hey, I'm just saying!"

"Wait wait wait," Ara sits up straight. "I'm exhausted."

Leo scoffs. "Take a nap?"

"No, I mean, our situation can't continue like this," Ara replies. "Demigods are all liars by nature—and yeah, technically you're not lying, Jason," she gives him a look. "But we can't keep hiding things from each other, otherwise we'll lose."

"You want us to hold hands, share our thoughts while the solstice dies along with Piper's dad?" Leo frowns.

"Wow, such a nice way to put it," Piper kicks his foot.

"No. What I'm saying is... I'll be your friend. A real one, but you have to be honest. I can't help if you aren't," Ara looks at Leo intently. "Understood?"

Jason is the first to agree. "You got my word, Ara. As soon as I get my memories back, I'll tell you everything. I think you're right, whatever's after us, it wants us to feel like we can't trust each other."

Leo continues to avoid her gaze, pretty much on purpose. Piper decides to speak. "Well, there's more you need to know... about... a dream I just had."

Ara knows it is perfect timing after she listens to Piper's dream. It's time to share her theory. "Mother Earth's the answer. This is spelling out her name."

"Gaea?" Leo raises a brow. "Isn't she supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and deer and rabbits doing her laundry."

"Leo, that's Snow White," Piper replies sternly.

"Okay, but—"

"Listen, cupcake—the girls are telling us some serious stuff, here. Gaea's no softie. I'm not even sure I could take her."

"Really?" Leo asks half mockingly.

"This earth lady—she and her old man the sky were nasty customers."

"Ouranos," Piper says.

"Right. So Ouranos, he's not the best dad. He throws their first kids, the Cyclopes, into Tartarus. That makes Gaea mad, but she bides her time. Then they have another set of kids—the twelve Titans—and Gaea is afraid they'll get thrown into prison too. So she goes up to her son Kronos—"

"The big bad dude," Leo turns to Ara. "The one you and your friends fought last summer."

"Yeah. Well, Mother Nature talked him into cutting up his father. Aphrodite was born from Ouranos' blood, you know? That means we're tough," Ara brushes it aside. "Anyway—It didn't take much convincing, all she did was take off his leash."

"Definitely not Snow White," Piper shivers.

"Gaea is so old and powerful, so huge, that it's hard for her to be fully conscious. Most of the time, she sleeps, and that's the way we like her—snoring." Hedge adds.

"But she talked to me," Leo frowns. "How can she be asleep?"

"Because godly sleep is not the same as ours," Ara explains. "It's like autopilot. Leaves the basics on, and makes sure nature works as it's supposed to. Bet that leaves her with enough energy to make an eight-year-old have a manic episode."

"But believe us," Hedge warns them. "You don't want to see her fully awake."

"But she's getting more powerful," Piper guesses. "She's causing the giants to rise. And if their king comes back—this guy Porphyrion—" 

"He'll raise an army to destroy the gods," Jason concludes. "Starting with Hera. It'll be another war. And Gaea will wake up fully."

"Which is why it's a good idea for us to stay off the ground as much as possible," Hedge concludes.

"So... climbing a mountain," Leo grimaces. "That would be bad."

Ara hugs her T-Rex. "The more a demigod knows, the more dangerous it gets, but you need to know now, to get ready."

Her words don't do much to encourage the others. Jason makes a face. "You mean all we've been through so far it's been what, a warm-up?"

Ara's expression doesn't change as she replies. "Basically. The dragons and the Cyclops were higher up on the ranking, but they're easy to defeat if you have the proper tools, which we had. A king giant, though, that'll take all of our wits... and power."

"Guys, I can't ask you to do this," Piper says miserably. "This is too dangerous."

"You kidding?" Hedge grins. "Who's ready to beat stuff up?" 

"I'm ready to beat you up if you don't calm down," Ara leaves her seat. "All with due respect, of course."

The satyr smiles. "Same ol' Ara, always looking for a fight."

Ara snorts. "Been a while since I did that, Hedge..."

It isn't enough that Percy and Annabeth are the most thick-headed lovebirds in the world, this is also the year Drew decides to start torturing me.

I have just gotten to camp after almost dying in the orientation tour of Percy's new school—and you may ask: "Ara, why were you there? You're thirteen!" I'm a month away from turning thirteen, mind you, and I'm no longer allowed to be alone. 

At school I eat with Percy, I can't go to parties where he's not invited, and I can't take him cause most of my classmates are scared of him, all because he thinks Nico will send monsters to kill me.

Anyway, once at arrive at camp, Lily grabs my hand and drags me toward the cabins. "You saw our new sword instructor?"

"Yeah, he has a huge dog!"

"He's good. We should ask him for extra lessons," Lily says, straight to business.

Connor approaches, he's holding a pair of pliers and I don't wanna know what they're for. "Birdy! Saw you coming down from the hill. All good?"

"We almost got killed by lady vampires."

"The usual, then. Hi, Lily," he fidgets with the pliers. "Having a good day?"

Lily squeezes my hand and pulls me along. "Yup! I'm taking Ara to her cabin, see you!"

I look at her with confusion. "What was that?"

"Shup ut."

"Di immortalis! You got a new crush?" I absorb the whirlwind of feelings coming from her.

"Shut up!" Her ears are red now. "Don't use your powers on me!"

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm mad at him."

I giggle. "He's too cute to stand?"

"He says that if I go into the labyrinth he'll stop talking to me..."

My smile vanishes. "What labyrinth?"

"Don't worry about that," Lily glances at me. "We got cabin inspections and I won't have you last on the list, you need to train so we can knock some sense back into Nico."

I look down, still embarrassed about the mistake I made last winter. "I'm sorry I put you in a tough spot..."

"You were my friend first, he must understand..." I don't know if she's talking about Nico or Hades.

Piper and Hedge go to pay for the food and Jason goes to look for a taxi, which leaves Ara and Leo waiting on the sidewalk. The silence engulfs them, but it doesn't matter how weird things are between them, it's still not awkward.

"Is it true?" He asks. "That you're always fighting people?"

Ara blushes, trying not to think about how she almost fought Drew before leaving for this quest. "That was a long time ago."

Leo raises a brow. "So Coach was telling the truth? About you blowing up things and attempting murder?"

"I mean, it wasn't quite like that..."

"Then it's also true what Thalia said, that you look after everyone no matter what," he sighs and turns to face her. "I've been... well, I don't even know, but I think I hurt you."

"Really?" Ara stares at him. "When, exactly?"

"You know, when we..." Leo gestures vaguely between them. "That."

"Yeah, I figured," Ara doesn't want to say it, saying it means it's real, and when things are real, they're easier to ruin. "You know why Jason and I are getting along?" She asks, knowing that's been bothering him. "He's trying to understand himself."

Leo shrugs, not meeting her gaze. "I know who I am."

Ara raises a brow. "Then tell me why is Gaea so afraid of you?"

"She's not afraid of me," he snorts. "Didn't you hear Coach? She's the final boss—"

"And yet she went after you first, years ago," she insists. "You're a threat to her but you don't see it, you don't know who you are."

"Alright, Mufasa—who am I, if you've got me figured out?" He asks with annoyance.

"I didn't say that, that's exactly the damn problem," Ara frowns. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad here, it's my job to help you—"

"I don't want to be another deadweight on your back—"

Ara stomps her foot in frustration. "Guess what? That's the point! You're part of a puzzle, and I'm meant to put it together, but you keep squirming out of reach—"

Leo steps forward. Ara steps back and his expression hardens. "And that is my point! You're afraid of me!"

"W-What?"

"You flinch like I'm going to set you on fire—"

"That's not—I'm not—" Ara's blushing bad. "Maybe I wouldn't do that if you didn't stand so close to my face!"

"Just admit you don't trust me!"

"I trust you with my life!" She takes a step forward and snatches the porkpie hat from his head. "The things you think make you a deadweight... I know them for what they are. I haven't scratched the surface of your talents, but I help others find their place, and I'm not giving up on you yet."

"Sorry for the delay! Hedge had like seven expressos so he had to fight his inner demons in the bathroom..." Piper stops. "Er—is this a bad time?"

Ara glances at her. "No," she looks back at Leo and pats his cheek. "We've reached an understanding. Right, Valdez?"

"Hundred percent," he says hoarsely.

Jason comes back with a taxi. Leo's silly hat gets handed to Hedge before Ara enters the vehicle. "All yours, coach."

The satyr tries to take a bite, but Leo snatches the hat out of his grip, hugging it tightly against his chest. He scowls at Piper, who's grinning at him. "What?"

She pushes him toward the taxi. "Nothing, Romeo. Just get in the car."

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[beamergirll11]

Don’t Do This To Me

Summary: Your future no longer includes Justin.

Warnings: Angst, Mention of sex

Word Count: 706

Characters: Justin Foley

You knocked on Clay and Justin’s door before walking in. Clay was in the middle of scolding Zach and Justin for throwing grapes on his bed like a toddler. Once Justin saw you his face beamed, He stood walking up to you his hands immediately grabbing yours.

“Hey Y/N you weren’t answering my texts.” He said his smile remaining.

“Guys can you give us a few minutes?” As you said it, Justin rose a eyebrow as his head tilted.

“Oh yeah…sure.” Said Clay.

“Yeah give us a few minutes.” Said Justin exchanging glances with everyone. Zach lifted himself off the floor and gave you a nod as he left. Clay slowly walked out as if there were land mines on the floor, He gave Justin one last glance before he left.

“We need to talk.” You said as you took a seat next to him on his bed, Justin threw his legs over the side.

“Babe is everything okay?” He asked his eyebrows drawn together as he looked over you carefully.

“Justin…”

The concern he had changed to dread, You took a deep breath. “I can’t be with you anymore.”

He swallowed hard as the color drained from his face. “W-Why?”

You and Justin had been dating for over two months. You both finally had sex for the first time. “Wait…” He said as he lowered his head his neck disappeared. “Was….Was I not good?”

“J-Justin…?” she said her mouth agape and her gaze flat. “This has nothing to do with sex.”

“Than…what the fuck is it?” He asked his chin beginning to tremble.

“You know why.” You said sternly. You waited for him to speak but he didn’t. “Please don’t lie to me Justin.”

He was silent, You watched as his shoulders dropped his arms losing all strength. “I…I relapsed…okay…I am trying to-“

Before he could finish you interrupted him. “Justin you have been trying for a long time…I don’t want to wait anymore.” As you said this you’re voice broke.

“I know… okay I know! Y/N I know I’m a lot sometimes I know I’ve let you down-“

Once again you interrupted him. “Justin I have been accepted by another college.”

His eyes widened. “But you got accepted to Wentworth because it was close to me.”

“Justin I applied to different colleges.” You said feeling guilt overtake you.

“I can’t…I can’t accept…this I won’t accept it. ! This is bullshit! You know how much I love you!” As his voice was and his eyes began to fill with tears, you stood him following.

“You have no choice!” You shouted, This seemed to startle him.

“Just a night ago…just a night ago you were telling me you loved me! You were telling me to go deeper, harder! Now suddenly that means nothing to you?”

“You keep ignoring the “You” doing drugs part.”

“I’ve…I’ve never loved anyone more than you.”

“What about Jess?” You asked your extremities shaking.

“Yes! Yes more than I ever ever loved Jess! Please don’t fucking do this to me!” He begged as he reached out to you.

“I’m not Jessica!” You yelled out.

“What the fuck are you getting at?!” He yelled back tears finally dripping down his cheeks and down to his chin.

“I’m not coming back.”

“What are you even saying?” He asked confusion consuming his face.

“I’m moving…”

“What the fuck…Y/N there has to be more to this.” He sobbed. “If it’s Jess I don’t even talk to her much I’ll ignore her completely!”

“Justin I’ve always supported you getting clean but you relapsed and didn’t tell me even though it was so obvious.”

“…I was scared…okay.”

“I’m not enough for you.”

“What?! You’re everything to me!” He cried out as he shook uncontrollably.

“If I was you wouldn’t shoot up heroin!” You yelled back. Tears trickled down his pained expression with eyes that clouded.

“Y/N please I love you please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll get it right this time.” He sobbed wiping away tears. “Don’t do this to me!”

“…Goodbye Justin…” you said avoiding eye contact. You turned heel as you made your way to the door you could hear him whimpering and sobbing. He didn’t see it but now you’re face was soaked in tears.

[yuckie-obsessive]

Dream story time 💫

Kindof short but I literally cant stop thinking about it 💚 😳 💚

Started when I was talking with Sean about video game graphics with him rambling about how much he enjoyed all of it. Eventually apologizing for going off so hard. I responded something like, “no it’s alright, I love your passion for it.” He gave me an odd look and didn’t say anything else, but his eyes changed color.

After that I kept blacking out and waking up in different places. I dunno why I was so out of it and tired in a dream, but it was how it went. I guess I kept trying to run away cause I would always wake up in a different place but it looked extremely similar to the last room I woke up in.

I realized I was running from Anti. On one occurrence he came up and said “isn’t it better to be in the arms of someone who loves you?”

And it just made so flustered waking up. I did immediately wake up after that but boy was that a fun one.

[turtlasss]

Hiiii! this is my first time writing on here so I hope it’s good

You are the dragon in the story

(Not an AU yet, but maybe we don’t know🤷🏻)

MLM hybrid, experiment, scientist, sex So much smut

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You are a hybrid dragon your body is kind of human you have a human build but you have scales wings a tail and horns your scales change colors based on your emotions. If you’re happy it’s yellow if you’re sad it’s blue if you’re mad it’s red, etc one moment your peacefully sleeping in your cave and when you wake back up, you’re in a weird cage

Y/N immediately started panicking bashing around in the cage, trying to get out with one of his legs chained and you realize you aren’t wearing clothes so Y/n immediately wrapped his tail around his genital area so his dick wasn’t out

Y/n started looking around the place after he realized he couldn’t get out and it looked like a laboratory and it seems he got the attention of someone after he had bashed around in his cage

Y/n saw a man in a lab coat, walk closer to the cage, and he immediately tried bashing the metal bars, but they were simply just too heavy and too hard to break

“Who are you!?!?” Y/n yelled out with a roar that practically shook the entire laboratory itself, and it obviously caught the man off guard

“Oh, oh their buddy I’m not trying to hurt you my name is Cilo You have been brought to *insert laboratory name* (I don’t feel like coming up with a reasonable name) We just brought you here to study you” Cilo tried to keep him calm by saying that, but if anything that just made Y/n more pissed off

“Let me out of here!” He yelled, letting out a large huff of smoke and it suggested maybe fire breathing and obviously Cilo backed up, putting his hands in front of him as the smoke seep under every door and every crevice and crack in that room and went into the hallways and everything

“Wow wow I can assure we’re not gonna hurt you. You just need to calm down alright?” Cilo said trying to keep this obviously very aggressive and dangerous dragon calm so he didn’t destroy something

“Now can you tell me your name? I’ll give you food.” Cilo trying to make some sort of peace treaty, and that caught the attention of Y/n when he heard food

“…….Y/n now give me my food!” He just wanted to be fed since he couldn’t remember the last time he had eaten before he woke up here

Cilo nodded and walked out of the room and about ten-ish minutes later Cilo came back in holding a tray of raw meats and other foods and quickly put it in through the little door in the cage as Y/n snatched the food and practically swallowed it all in a few moments, but that seemed to calm him down a little

“….” He was still grumbling to himself, though about some thing that was unlegible for anyone to hear. 

“…” Cilo saw that Y/n had his back turned to him and Y/n hair did look pretty fluffy and his wings would look like they would feel extremely smooth and nice so he slowly reached out and put his hand on top of Y/n’s head between his horns and started scratching, and surprisingly the scales on his body turned a bright yellow as he leaned into Cilo’s hand, and he started making a curing noise very similar to the ones turtles make

Y/n seemed to be a bit more docile now and wasn’t losing his shit but he was still kind of wary, and after a bit more small talk, (which was mostly just Cilo talking to Y/n and getting one word answers) Cilo gave him a blanket and told him it was bedtime and walked out of the room and turned off the light

Y/n’s scales surprisingly turned blue. He was extremely upset the that Cilo stop giving him head scratches, but he laid down and covered himself with a blanket that was too small for him and fell asleep until the next morning

over the next few days Y/n and Cilo started getting along better and after a few weeks, they could sit together in the same room and hold a conversation without Y/n trying to rip him apart

Then a few weeks later around late November when dragons start wanting to make a nest and get a mate to lay eggs (don’t come at me if that’s not true I don’t know and I don’t feel like looking it up) Y/n started acting up around Cilo if anyone else was talking to him Y/n would snap and try and bite them

Which of course he looks like a kicked puppy when he was getting scolded by Cilo for trying to eat someone alive and his excuse would be ‘but i only did it once!’ (which is a lie)

But it all came to ahead in early December Cilo came into Y/n room (because they moved him out of his cage) To see Y/n standing at the door his chest practically heaving as he immediately grabbed Cilo and slammed the door behind him, and practically threw him into a nest that Y/n made out of pillows, blankets, and everything soft and immediately joined Cilo in laying down 

“Hey! what the hell man!” To which Y/n responded with a deep growl and pushed him down when Cilo tried standing up and was refusing to let him get up

“Stop it….” He growled at him as he pulled Cilo closer to him and buried his face in his neck, trying to ignore the fact that his body was telling him to take over Cilo and make him submit

But of course, Cilo didn’t know when a dragons mating season is and kept trying to move and accidentally bumped his knee against Y/n growing bulge in his pants which made him growl again,

And that seemed to break Y/n as he pinned down Cilo and practically ripped the both of their clothes off

“Hey stop it!” Cilo yelled as he tried covering his genital area and looked at Y/n whose scales were a color he hadn’t seen before which was pink. It was lust and he also glanced down at Y/n lower regions and holy shit he did not know a dragon dick was that big

“Stop moving” Y/n growled again as he forcefully opened Cilo’s legs not understanding that Cilo couldn’t have eggs, but he didn’t care at this point and used one of his hands to move his dick to Cilo’s (poor asshole) and lined himself up before roughly, and not giving him any time to adjust thrusted straight into him

“Ah-!” Cilo started moaning from the pleasure and pain from Y/n large dick and see his scales, glowing a bright pink color at this point

Y/n didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon and kept thrusting and pounding his cock, practically abusing Cilo hole

At this time he leaned down towards Cilo’s ear and whispered “Good boy stay still” He said not once being any more gentle as Cilo’s moans, groans, whimpers and everything was filling the air

After hours of this Y/n finally stopped pounding into Cilo’s poor hole and instead moved to lay down next to him and wrapped his arms around him and pulled him against his chest

Poor Cilo couldn’t think of anything else besides the pleasure from Y/n dick inside of him and now being pushed against Y/n chest and the nest was pretty comfortable and he was pretty sure Y/n wasn’t going to let him get up

The two of them stayed cuddling and after a bit both fell asleep. You could only imagine Y/n confusion When Cilo didn’t have eggs and repeated the process multiple times until Cilo finally explained to Y/n that humans couldn’t lay eggs like dragons do and poor Y/n was so crushed but that doesn’t mean he stopped fucking Cilo until he couldn’t even remember his own name anymore.

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That it! what do you guys think? should I write more?🤭🤭 maybe I’ll give a second part who knows

😘

[binibiningtraveler5]

“Trailblazing Tales: Conquering Mt. Kang-Irag for the First Time"

Not like exploring the outdoors or, as it were, trekking trips, but why, I wonder? Why did I ever accept my cousin's invitation to go trekking at Mt. Kang Irag Peak Campsite, one of the most well-known camping locations? Maybe because I'm bored and have erratic thoughts, or maybe because I wish to explore some new activities. I got up at 5:30 a.m. and started getting dressed, unsure that I could pull it off, but now there's no going back. Indeed, as soon as we got to Talamban Sirao, we began to walk as if we could feel the perspiration already coursing through our veins. I'm new to this and this is the beginning of my incredible hiking journeys.

First Stop: Budlaan Falls

I astonished that I had made it, but I was also a little disappointed because we noticed some improperly disposed of trash, which can seriously damage the natural attraction itself. In addition, the intense heat has prevented the falls from being as plentiful and from cascading with a lot of water, as they do during the colder, more typical seasons. Still, the natural beauty of the rock structure is striking. a soft flowing or murmuring sound. The sound that is sometimes referred to as "white noise" and has a calming effect.

We made the decision to continue traveling in the direction of the Mt. Kan-Irag Peak Campsite, which is our primary goal. We continued to walk and climb on large boulders for over two hours and a half, and while it was incredibly tough and demanding, I managed to make it. It was extremely adorable when we got to know the dog that leads us on our journey and acts as our tiny, adorable tour guide.

We continued to walk while having sincere conversations about life. My cousins never gave up on me even though I was quite exhausted; for this reason, I truly appreciate them. Indeed! Now I can see several colored tents and some little nipa homes. Our destination is nearly at hand. And it's true that I did reach the summit; I'm really proud of myself for that. My fatigue is instantly gone when I run to take in the gorgeous and picturesque view of the city. Breathe in and out while experiencing the cool air blow. The sensation of living at the summit, distant from the tumult.

Main destination: Mt. Kang Irag Campsite- Sirao Cebu City

I was relieved and grateful that we had all arrived here safely. We put up our tent, I snapped some photos for our memories, and we had a great day chatting about life without using phones—just honest, face-to-face communication.

It's time to say farewell to this location and thank you for our time together. For those looking to relax, unwind, and find some solitude, the location was truly a safe haven. This challenging outdoor experience is something I will always remember. Then I saw that perhaps it was meant to be there so that I might take some time to unwind and use this activity to support my inner calm and optimism. At last, I am able to state that my hard work has allowed me to reach the pinnacle, and this has relevance for our daily lives as humans. I am now eager to go on more trekking trips and to continue learning about life and my path. Cheers!

[joliecomer]

#same energy

KILLING EVE (2018-) 1.04 | 3.02

[mads-weasley]

Hold My Hand: Part One

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Pilot!Reader

Masterlist

| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

A/N: I saw Top Gun: Maverick, and the only thing I can say is that my mind is completely blown. WOW. I don't know if I've seen a better movie, and that's saying something. Also, MILES TELLER WITH A MUSTACHE, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? Anyways, this fic was born out of my instant obsession with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/n) and Bradley share their last night before the mission together...

Warnings: mentions of death, extreme sadness, slight fluff, idk?

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

"hen" - your callsign

Tomorrow is the day. The day of the mission. The day they could lose everything. As (y/n) and Bradley walked out of the base to their car, silence filled the air. Normally, the couple would rarely shut up while around the other, but they knew the risks involved with the upcoming mission. The life they had built together was now in jeopardy.

Bradley gently intertwined his hand with (Y/n)'s over the middle console of his truck, knowing she needed something to pull her from her thoughts. After being married for two years, he knew how to get her out of her own head.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? You can choose and I won't even complain," he said with a smirk, turning to look at her briefly.

A small smile of her own painted her face, making his heart flutter. After all the years they'd spent together, she never failed to give him butterflies.

"No complaining?" she laughed, "I'll believe that when I see it, rooster."

His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, "I promise you, Mrs. Bradshaw. On my pilot's honor."

"Sure, sure."

"What are we having, though? Cause I'm starving."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as they pulled into their driveway. "You'll just have to wait and see."

With a small whine, he turned to see her getting out of the truck.

"(Y/n/n), come on. I'm serious."

"So am I," she whispered, leaning into the window before entering the house with a smile.

Watching her figure disappear into the house, he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her.

Four Years Ago

Walking into The Hard Deck for the first time, Bradley felt nostalgia wash over him. Memories of his dad played in his mind as he walked up to the bar. Wearing his signature Hawaiian shirt and aviators, he almost looked like a tourist.

"Did you lose your tour guide?" a voice said on his right.

He spun towards the voice. "Actually, I'm a-"

When he saw who the voice belonged to, the words got lost in his throat. A (y/h/c) girl in a beachy tank top and shorts, wearing some aviators of her own stood before him with a smirk on her face.

"You alright there, buddy? Cat got your tongue?" She laughed.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned, "It's just- well, you look like a tourist yourself."

A loud laugh escaped her mouth as she stuck her hand out. "(Y/n) (y/l/n)."

"Bradley Bradshaw, but everybody calls me ro-" he started but was interrupted by a shriek of joy calling his new friend's name. Glancing over her shoulder, her eyes lit up at the sight of her old friend. Smiling even wider, she looked over to him, "I'll see you around, Bradshaw."

"See ya."

Watching her figure disappear into the crowd, he ran a hand down his face. 'Oh, I'm in trouble.' He whispered to himself.

The Next Day

"Recruits. Welcome to Top Gun. If you made it here, you're the best of the best. Here, you'll be tested to your limits and shown what you are truly capable of as pilots."

(Y/n) was seated at the back of the small room as the Captain gave them the rundown of the program. Looking around, she could almost smell the testosterone in the air. She was one of two female pilots in the class, so she knew what to expect. What she didn't expect, though, was the handsome mustache guy from the bar to be sitting a few rows in front of her. Things started to make sense in her mind as she connected his slight ego with being a hotshot pilot.

Since their encounter, she couldn't get his stupid smirk out of her mind. She had never been the kind to get caught up on a guy, but something about him intrigued her. 'You can't get distracted,' she told herself and focused back on the Captain's speech.

She sighed in relief, realizing he hadn't seen her at the end of the briefing. As soon as they were dismissed, she bolted out of the room, not staying to talk to anyone.

Walking out of the briefing room, Bradley saw a familiar head of (y/h/c) rush around the corner. He could've sworn it was the girl he met last night, but what were the chances she was here for Top Gun too?

Leaning over to the recruit next to him, callsign "Payback," he asked, "Who's the (y/h/c) who dipped before everyone else?"

He looked around. "It was probably Hen."

"Hen?" Rooster asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It's her callsign. I don't know her personally, but all I know is that she's the best of the best."

Chuckling, Bradley laughed at the chance he had a crush on a girl with the callsign "Hen."

Later that day, the class met up at The Hard Deck. The second Hen walked in, Bradshaw pushed off the wall he had been leaning on, intercepting her at the pool table.

"Hey there, Hen." He smiled cockily.

She returned the smile, "It's Rooster, right Your callsign?"

"Yes ma'am. Rooster and Hen. Isn't that somethin?"

Payback overheard the conversation, laughing loudly. "You know what that means! You two have to get together now!"

With a playful scowl, she turned towards him. "Remember, I can easily shoot you out of the sky, Fitch."

"Very funny, Hen. I can do the same."

Rooster joined the conversation with a laugh. "Can you, though? I've heard she's the best of the best."

Payback's face falls. "Damn it, Rooster."

Gently putting his hand on the small of her back, Bradley ushered them towards the bar, getting two drinks for them. Little did he know, his touch had sent goosebumps across her body.

"So, why Hen?" He asked, looking down into her (y/e/c) eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, taking a sip of beer. "Well, I grew up on a farm, and it was my childhood nickname, so it just stuck. Why Rooster?"

Something flashed in his eyes at the question, but she couldn't decipher what. "My dad was a Navy pilot too. His callsign was Goose. He died in combat when I was really young. I guess Rooster is pretty close to Goose."

"I think it's pretty darn close."

He chuckled slightly. "Look at us. We're practically half a barnyard between the two of us."

Laughter filled the space between them. When it faded out, they were merely a few inches apart, eyes meeting expectantly. The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as both started to lean in slowly. Just as their lips were about to meet, Penny rang the bell behind the counter causing cheers erupting around them. Pulling apart, Rooster smiled, closing his eyes and letting out a huff of air. Opening them, he saw (y/n) was doing the same.

Present Day

(Y/n) was cooking with her AirPods in, so she didn't hear Bradley sneak up on her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, making her jump slightly. Pausing her music, she peered up at him.

"Bradley Bradshaw! Don't you scare me like that!" She scolded him with a smirk.

Kissing her on the temple, he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just wanted to hold ya."

Her smile faded. "We need to talk about it. I can't just act like it's not happening."

"I know."

Sighing, he softly grabbed her hand and led her into their bedroom. He sat against the headboard, tucking her close into his side.

"I'm scared, Brad," she sniffed, wiping a few stray tears that streaked down her cheeks.

"Me too." he paused, trying to keep his composure. "I'm not scared of dying. I'm scared of losing you. You're my whole life and I know I couldn't live without you."

The quiver in his voice didn't go unnoticed. She cupped his cheeks gently. "You know I feel the same way. There's no Rooster without his Hen, huh?"

A small smile graced his lips as tears spilled over his waterline. "I love you more than anything, Hen."

"I love you more, Roost."

The couple embraced tightly, sobs escaping both of them. The family they might never start flashed in his mind. The birthday parties and family vacations they might not have.

After a while, they pulled apart, eyes red and puffy, (y/n) breaking the silence. "We're going to make it through this, but if something goes wrong and I don't, I-"

"No. Don't. Don't say that." he pleaded.

The tears made their appearance once again. "I-if something happens to me," he shook his head, refusing to listen to her confession. "I left a letter in the glove compartment of your truck...I pray you never have to open it, but just in case, I wanted you to know."

"You're going to be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"Can you just hold me? I just want to stay right here, right now with you."

Smiling tearfully, he rubbed his hand down her arm. "Always."

She leaned up and kissed him softly, snuggling into his side as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing them as close as possible. Within minutes, (y/n) had fallen asleep on Bradley's chest. He leaned down and kissed her temple.

"I love you, Hen. Goodnight, sweetheart. We're going to be okay."

Part Two

[oneshotnewbie]

could you do a oneshot where kara and alex find out abt there little sisters yt channel, and doing freelance makeup. They always knew she enjoyed/was good at it, but she never told them she wanted to pursue it as a career.

„Kid, what is that?“ Alex asked confused and pointed to the TV in front of her.

On it was a picture of you, with a couple of brushes in your hands, a color palette right next to you and so much make up on your face they never saw you with, with the words ‚Follow me making a gala make-up‘.

You were shocked. How did that come to the homepage of YouTube on your TV? You had not watched any similar videos that were in your suggestions. Or it was a higher sign that the truth finally had to be released and could not longer be kept secret.

But you were afraid that they would mock you. While one was Supergirl in person and one of the best-known reporters, the other was a damn good agent. And you? You made videos and put them on the internet how you put on your make-up.

"That's nothing." you answered quickly and straightened up from the comfortable place on the couch. Your eyes wide and panicked, you swung your body over Kara's lap to the red-haired one, wanting to grab the remote control out of her hand but she had faster reflexes and stretched her arm over the couch where you couldn't reach. "Don't look. That's stupid."

Slowly you lifted your body from your sisters again and gave up the hope that you could just change the subject again, they wouldn't stop asking why your face was on a thumbnail on the internet until they figured out.

So you saved Kara and Alex the detective work and looked at them sadly and at the same time excitedly before you told Alex to click on it. "But don't laugh, please." Even before the beginning of the video, you put your head in one of your hands so it covered your eyes. You didn't wanted to look at it.

You just waited for the two to laugh, but it didn't come.

"Wow.." you heard Alex mutter under her breath as her mouth opened wide, not knowing how to react. "Wait, who did that to your face?"

"Me, myself & I."

She knew that you were always good at make-up, it always looked flawless and perfect on your face. She herself had often had to use your skills to have a striking look for dates or undercover jobs, but she never had a clue that you could do more than natural looks. What was seen on the video was something completely new to her.

Kara was delighted too and watched every second of the 15 minute video. She also knew you could do something like this, but not on such a comprehensive scale. "Why did you never said that you were so good at this? I would have paid you for the make-up for last month's gala." the blonde laughed and her arms crossed on your shoulder before her head relaxed on them. "So.. You do that as a hobby or?"

You swallowed hard once and took a deep breath. You hoped for their support but feared how your sisters would react when they find out that it started as a hobby and maybe, if all goes well, end as a career After all, one was the best reporter in town and the other an agent.

And you were simply just a.. make-up guru.

"Actually..no." you stated and looked at them. "It started out as it, yeah. But it got extremely large and many agents emailed me that they would like to work with me."

There was the uncomfortable silence that you couldn't exactly assess. You tried to interpret their looks and expressions on their faces, but this time you couldn't and instead looked disappointed and sat at the floor. "I am sorry."

Immediately a few fingers were placed on your chin and your face was drawn to your sisters. Their smiles got bigger the longer they looked at you and your fear disappeared. "Don't apologize. We're so glad that you finally doing something that you enjoy and that you not try to do something with your life that you don't feel like doing at all."

"Exactly. Look at how great you can do that, you really have a hand for it. I would be over the moon if you could get together with an agent and stand on your own two feet. I am so incredibly proud of you." Kara interfered into the word of the oldest Danvers.

The relief was written on your face and your eyes were committed to shine. Some tears of joy began to kindle from them as you fell around Kara's neck, hugging her tight.

The last hurdle was over; now you could jump into your future with your arms wide open.

[thesunmeltedthegrayaway]

Spitfire: Dallas Winston x Reader

This is a request, if you have a concept you would like to see me write for any of the characters I am willing to write for in this post send it in!

The request is...

You had been working at the DX for around a month now. So, you had been spending a lot more time with Steve and Soda than you normally would. Which was fine cause the three of you had always been close. You didn't really think much of it, it was just you working with people that you actually liked.

Dallas... saw things a bit differently. He got into his head, his insecurities flooded into his mind and slowly but surely they made him lash out.

But, he didn't exactly tell you about the invasive thoughts he was having. Dallas wasn't an open book and you sure as hell weren't a mind reader.

"That soc is extremely lucky I didn't put water in his gas tank," I said tensely while pointing a windshield wiper at an amused-looking Soda.

"Y/N/N our job is to service cars not destroy them."

"I know," I replied plainly. "But because I am petty I only gave him half a tank of gas when he paid for a full one."

Soda let out a laugh before shaking his head. "Of course you did."

I grabbed a soda out of the cooler before hopping up onto the counter. "Steve still workin' on that rust bucket back there?"

"Yeah, he won't give up on that thing." Soda answered.

"I don't think he's ever going to get it running again," I whispered, the last time Steve heard us saying that he couldn't fix something up he got pissed.

"I don't either." Soda quietly agreed.

We heard a crash and some colorful curses from Steve causing us both to laugh. Steve stumbled out from the back looking more disheveled than usual.

"Don't start." He said tensely.

"Too late Randle we already did," I replied breathlessly. Steve threw both of us a mean glare. "What happened anyway?" I asked curiously.

"I hit the back of my head on the hood of the car." He explained grumpily.

Soda and I gave each other a look and bit back a laugh, before looking back at Steve.

"I hate you guys sometimes I really do," Steve mumbled.

"Oh come on Steve, this is what real friends do. We laugh at the pain that doesn't require a trip to the hospital." I defended playfully. "It's like that one time Soda slipped on that patch of ice. If I remember correctly you wouldn't stop laughing at him."

"That's different."

"How?" Soda asked incredulously.

"I wasn't the one that got hurt that time."

At that point, all three of us began to laugh at how ridiculous our conversation was. The front doorbell rang signaling someone had walked in. I turned my head to see Dally, his face was neutral it was hard to tell what he was feeling.

"Hey Dal," I greeted him sweetly.

His neutral looked became skeptical. "Surprised you even noticed I was here. I figured one of those two would offer you a pretty nice distraction."

"What is that supposed to mean?" My once humorous tone was tense, any ease that was in the room was overtaken by tension.

"Don't act dumb, you know exactly what I'm talking about." Despite how angry Dallas looked his tone remained cool and collected.

I began to grow angry at what he was alluding to, a slight pressure built up in my chest.

"Dallas can we not do this right now? I am at work if you haven't noticed." I tried to not come off as bothered but Dally saw through my act."

"Oh no please don't let me interrupt you from showing one of them a good time in the back there." Dallas hissed.

"Hey! Watch yourself. You don't talk to her like that." Steve warned, as much as he liked Dally he would never let anyone talk to me like that.

Dallas completely ignored him, his anger and frustrations were solely locked on me.

"Dallas I have never slept around on you or anyone else I was with. What can I not be friends with somebody of the opposite sex?" I asked sarcastically. I lowered myself down from the counter and stalked over to him.

Dallas didn't respond back to me, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wow for someone who had a lot to say before he sure doesn't wanna talk now."

"Just forget it." He muttered. Dallas was begging to confuse me.

"Oh, I'm supposed to just drop the fact that you not only accused me of cheating on you but cheating on you with one of your friends? How many times do I have to fucking to tell you, I'm not Sylvia."

"Shut up." He began to grow tense again.

"No, I am not going to shut up. Stop punishing me for things that someone else did to you!" I could feel my face heat up in anger, adrenaline began to run through my blood.

"Stop pretending that you aren't screwing around on me!"

"Oh my god Dallas, I'm not pretending because I haven't! Do you know how many times I could've accused you of cheating on me? Do you think I can't see all the sleazy waitressed you hang on down at Bucks?"

Dallas scoffed, that was always something he did when he didn't know what to say. "Th-that's different."

"Bullshit Dally."

"Oh, c'mon Y/N you knew who I was before you got together with me." He spoke angrily as if that defended any of the stuff he was doing.

"And you knew who I was too... so you should know I wouldn't fucking to something like that to you." My heart began to fill with hurt, I thought he knew me more than he did. "You can hang off of sleazy girls all you want but if as so much as look in another man's vicinity you flip. "

Dally didn't say anything again but the look on his face said it all. I guess he didn't know me very well at all.

"God-" My breath stuttered interrupting my sentence. "It's just you against the world, isn't it? Dallas Winston can do no wrong, it's everyone else that's evil."

"Y/N-" His voice sounded bored of the argument now, he seemingly thought a simple get over it would solve everything.

"Save it, call me when you're done being a dick."

A/N: I don't know how to feel about this lol sorry if it sucks.

[onthecourtbugs]

Wanna Hear a Joke? Decaf.

Pairing: Nash Gold Jr. x Reader (One-sided til further notice)

Warning(s): Nash being rude to interns, Y/n being the absolute backbone of the entire filming operation.

Summary: Imagine Nash agrees to do a part in a sports commercial. He develops a crush on Y/n who runs things behind the scenes but she’s just not feeling his attitude.

Nash demands coffee thee minute he gets on set.

The two interns, whom he mentally calls the Coffee Guys, try to make it for him.

But he takes one sip and spits it out, sending it back with a plethora of colorful insults.

There’s speculation among them as to whether or not he orders coffee just so he can make them miserable…

You overhear the coffee guys complaining one day, while you’re fixing coffee for yourself and feel bad for them.

You offer to look at their recipe and immediately spot the issue.

“This… is disgusting.”

“It’s what Mr. Gold told us to make… Every time we try to give him something else, he yells at us!”

What a jerk...

“Uh-uh baby, this ain’t gonna work.” 

You crumple that crap up and toss it.

“I got ya’ll.”

They note how much better your coffee looks and smells and feel a ray of hope.

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When you get to Nash, he’s crabby.

Big shocker there.

Wouldn’t you be after having tasted five different cups of nasty coffee?

So when you hold the large cup under his nose, he’s surprised at how GOOD it smells.

He looks up to ask what you’d done to it but draws a blank when his eyes settle on your disapproving face.

He stares for a minute because you are so fine…

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

He takes it wordlessly and watches you walk away, attitude evident in the switch of your hips.

He peers down at his cup suspiciously.

He takes a sip.

Bliss.

It was just the right temperature, had the perfect sweetness to bitterness ratio… was that… was there honey in here?

He cornered his usual coffee guys and interrogated the heck out of them. He absolutely had to know who you were.

Strictly so he could have more coffee like this, it’s not like he was trying to get your number or anything…

Okay, so maybe he was trying to get your number, but they didn’t have to know that!

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After that, Nash’s favorite offset hobby became tracking down your whereabouts.

Which was no easy feat because you were everywhere. 

Everyone always knew where you should be, but never where you actually were.

Some days he didn’t get so much as a sniff of you, and on those days, he asked about you.

There wasn’t a person in the building that didn’t have a good word to say.

Apparently, you had a foot in just about every aspect of the filming process because your meticulous eye was extremely valuable. That explained why there was no consistent schedule for where and when you had to be present.

The easiest place to find you was the lounge, where you liked to chat with the coffee guys when you had free time.

After you practically saved their jobs by giving them your coffee recipe, they considered you a pal.

Speaking of those guys, apparently their names were Jeffrey and Naomi. 

Nash had to remember that, because the last time he called them “Hey you”, you gave him a scalding glare.

As hard as you were to find, you always managed to be there when he was rude to Jeffrey and Naomi.

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This morning though, Nash would be nice. As nice as he could manage anyway.

When he came in, instead of demanding coffee, he said “Good morning. Jeffrey, Naomi.”

They froze and stared at him like deer in headlights.

Was he… was he ill?! Was the sky falling?

Nash would have responded to their stupid reactions with something slick out his mouth if he hadn’t noticed you move in the corner of his eye.

You were sitting cross-legged in the director’s chair.

And you were smiling at him.

It hit him like a bucket of cold water on a hot day. You were always either upset with him, or otherwise indifferent to his presence.

He had never seen you pleased with him before.

He felt like you had bestowed a rare gift upon him, and his heart appropriately leapt into his throat in response.

He had to find his place on set before he lost his composure…

“Mr. Gold wait! Your coffee!”

“I don’t need it today!”