#thought on this for a while and couldn't find an idea i liked for it better

[strwbrychffoncke]

"i just wanna ride ,get high in the moonlight,, 3k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: sylus takes you on a joyride; you thank him in your own way contains: lads sylus x mc!reader (no prns are used but boobs are mentioned) ,fluff -> smut ,biker!sylus (I WANNA RIDE IT) ,motorcycle ride description ,possibly incorrect motorbike talk (i dont have one sorry if what i briefly mention is wrong LMAO) ,mention of brief motion sickness (self-indulgent) ,soft!sylus ,both are v in love tbh ,needy!reader ,makeout ,top!reader ,riding ,unprotected ,lots of kissing ,marking ,he sucks ur tits ,orgasm ,cockwarming ,soft afterglow ,that should be it note: (unedited! pls standby) heyyy guess who locked in :x so for premise the idea was that u both freaked it *on* the bike but its not explicitly stated just wanted to note LOL. this was meant to stay fluffy then it went nsfw hehe.... v loving though :x highly recommend listening to moonlight by kali uchis while reading bc the song kind of relays the vibes (if u listen u'll see the parallels lol!) anyway back 2 writing ab puppy caleb zzzz

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"are you up for a joyride later?"

while the question was all-too common in the time you've grown closer to sylus, you couldn't help the smile that graced your lips in response each time, anticipation running through your veins.

tonight was no different.

after wrapping up a particularly taxing mission, when sylus popped that question with that familiar smirk, lilt in his tone as he leaned against the doorframe of your room in the base, you all but jumped at the opportunity.

he told you to take your time getting ready, and that you did, taking a well-refreshing shower, washing away the stress of the day before lathering up in sweet-smelling lotion, spritzing some perfume and finding a fitting outfit; something pretty yet comfortable on a motorcycle ride.

you'd then plopped down in front of your little vanity to do your makeup, working quickly yet efficiently, the familiar style routine to you yet slightly in a rush in order to spend more time with sylus.

a knock sounded on your open door as you opened your tube of lip gloss. your eyes met the rubies reflected in the mirror, watching you finish dolling yourself up for him.

"almost ready, sweetie?"

his tone was light, maybe meant to be mixed with a touch of teasing but coming out a little breathless.

you always managed to do that to him.

you didn't answer right away, dragging the doe-foot applicator across your lips— top, then bottom, then up again— the glossy sheen adorning the pretty shape before you returned the lid to the tube, twisting it closed and leaning back.

you take one last look at yourself before turning towards the man at your door, leaning on it with ease (hiding the necessary support, watching you get ready and pretty always made him a little weak in the knees, just the same as when you washed it all away), standing up from your seat and walking towards him.

"how do i look?"

he tilts his head, humming in thought.

"hard to say," he trails off, as if thinking of a way to finish the thought.

for a moment, you feel your heart drop a little. its not like you needed anyone to tell you how you looked, but sylus always...

"i better get a closer look."

you don't have time to process his words as he used his evol to pull you closer, within his grasp.

"sylus!"

your pleased giggles escape in response.

he holds you close to his chest, leaning down to whisper into your ear.

"you look beautiful," he breathes.

your breath hitches ever so slightly.

its not like he hasn't complimented you before, but...

"don't scare me like that," you pout, pulling back to look into his eyes.

"i really thought you didn't like it for a second."

"when have i ever not liked anything on you?"

a moment passes.

"or off, for that matter."

"sylus!"

his rich chuckle emanates from him.

it manages to draw a small smile from your lips.

"c'mon, lets go already!" you say, snapping back to what you were getting ready for in the first place, leading him out of the room.

"so eager," he notes, but makes no move to stop you from dragging him out of the base and towards his bike.

he would follow you anywhere you wished, so long as you remained by his side.

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the stars are glittering all along the sky, air crisp and cool, not cold, as you stand in front of sylus, waiting for him to grab your helmet for you.

he steps closer, planting the helmet onto your head, making sure the fit is snug before clicking the clip into place under your chin. he pats the top gently.

"all ready, kitten."

"you should've worn this one. it suits you," you note, touching the cat ears on the top while watching sylus fix on his own helmet.

he laughs, hearty and amused.

"i beg to differ."

you follow him onto the bike, watching as he swings a leg over and situates himself before you follow suit, wrapping your arms around his waist and settling behind him.

"hold on tight, kitten."

"don't go too fast, mr. sylus~" you tease. the usual.

"if you say so."

the engine starts, and you're both off.

you don't actually mind the speed. after so many rides with sylus, you're actually used to it. its welcome, in a strange sort of way.

someone might call you reckless for liking, even desiring for such a ride, but you couldn't help it. the adrenaline rush was addicting.

even on your own bike, you'd ride around sometimes to clear your head. of course, you couldn't go anywhere near as fast as sylus could here, so maybe thats why.

or maybe its the driver that you crave. but whos to say.

while keeping a tight hold onto sylus, you cant help but to lean your head back to gaze up at the stars.

you haven't been driving for long, but everything zips past you quickly. the stars race against you both, lighting your path and keeping an eye on the speeding lovers in the remnants of a place that once was. the moon is at full brightness, shining down on the both of you.

the air, while cold now, feels amazing against your skin. your hair blows behind you, and you can't help but to revel in the chill on your neck, body buzzing with adrenaline, already forgetting the woes of the day.

you close your eyes, melting in the feelings.

the cold air in contrast to sylus' warm body that you're pressed up against.

the speed at which you're going despite the moments feeling like forever.

and for a lingering second, you think that you wouldn't mind, not one bit, if you could stay like this, speeding across roads, the night sky stretching endlessly above you, for an eternity—

so long as sylus qin was the one you were with.

you can't help but hug him a little bit tighter.

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you wonder if sylus knew about your desire to unwind.

you wonder if he knows just how much you like these joyrides, how much you crave them.

you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he can read your mind.

it certainly feels like it sometimes. or maybe he just knows you that well. maybe you're both two halves to a whole.

you don't know how long you're on the road for, but you realize you're stopped when you can feel the dizziness hit you full-throttle.

sylus sets the bike in park, kicking the stand down and removing his hands from the handlebars in favor of removing his helmet. he hangs it on one of the handles before twisting back to catch sight of your face.

"you alright, sweetie?"

"mhm.."

you only hum in response, eyes closed, reveling in his warmth in an attempt to ground yourself from the ride.

a lovely chuckle vibrates through his chest as he gazes down at you, nothing but love adorning his eyes.

he can't help the amused smile that dons his face at the sight of you.

with the way you're clinging to him, eyes scrunched, swaying ever so slightly to steel yourself now that you've stopped, he thinks you resemble a kitten clinging to its owner after a particularly eventful day.

even moreso because of the kitty ear helmet you're sporting.

as cute as it his, he coaxes you to lift your head up enough so he can remove it from you, clicking it open with a single hand and slipping it off of your head with ease, hanging it from the other handle before turning back and lightly patting your head.

after a couple of minutes you finally feel well enough to get up. you take a deep breath, lifting your head from his back, opening your eyes to meet the pretty rubies staring back into yours.

"hi, sylus," you grin.

"hi there, sweetie," he smirks, running his hands down your slightly unruly hair from the helmet.

he moves to stand and you loosen your arms, tearing your gaze away from him momentarily to survey the area, looking left, then right, and back to sylus. you blink.

"where are we?"

he laughs again, but its something between amusement and fondness.

"somewhere you can escape."

your heart throbs.

so he did....

at your awestruck expression, his brows furrow.

"don't tell me you think i didn't notice?"

"no, its..."

its the fact that he did.

he always did.

sometimes— oftentimes— you would call him to rant about something at work, maybe a lazy coworker, maybe some extra paperwork, the works. sometimes, you would give lively stories when he'd pick you up or you find yourself at his place, sitting at the kitchen stool, nursing a cup of whatever he'd served you, going on a lively rant or retelling a story about someone you proved wrong.

and he always listened.

some might say he looked forward to these rants. mostly because of how entertaining it was when you'd retell it.

even if he often had mephisto trailing you. he preferred to hear the story from your lips, your perspective. he'd offer his when he could, when you wanted it.

through the stories themselves, he could tell you were overworked, busy at the very least.

in his opinion, you could always use a break. but sometimes he knew when you needed it.

even for a short while. a little getaway.

disguised as another simple joyride.

you think your heart might just burst.

sylus watches your expression carefully, noticing you're lost in thought. he's about to break you from your trance when he catches you shiver from an oncoming breeze.

its not particularly cold out, but tonight definitely warranted a jacket. long sleeves at the very least.

he's already removed his jacket and reaches forward, stretching it behind you and resting it along your shoulders.

when you snap back to the present, you're enveloped in the sensation of cool leather and the scent of sylus. you breathe in deeply, looking up into his eyes, already staring back at you with that loving gaze.

you wrap your arms around his neck, head slightly tilted to the side, smiling up at him.

"however shall i return the favor, mr. sylus?" you whisper sweetly, eyes crinkling in amusement.

he doesn't know if you're referring to the ride, the jacket, or maybe both. he plays along anyway.

"whatever the lady deems sufficient, i will accept wholly," he replies, grabbing one of your hands and planting a kiss onto the knuckles.

"in that case..."

you pull him closer as you lean forward, eyes fluttering shut and tilting your head more to slot your lips against his.

true to his word, he returns the gesture.

one of his hands find their way to your face, cupping the softness as he returns the kiss with fervor, other slipping down to your hip to steady you on the bike.

your lips continue to mold and melt against each other, your lip gloss quickly smearing, neither of you paying much mind, maybe even driving sylus a little more insane as his hand slips from your cheek to the back of your head, tangling between strands of hair to push you impossibly closer to him.

when the need for air becomes too much to ignore, you pull away, taking deep breaths and looking deeply into sylus' eyes. he meets your gaze, equal desire dancing within them.

still in a little daze and out of complete adoration for him, you lean forward again, planting kisses onto his exposed neck this time, down to the collarbone peeking out from his shirt. his hands slip down to your waist, holding you firmly.

"sweetie...."

you continue your assault of affection, covering every exposed spot you can reach from your seat on the bike, but when your hands move to paw at his shirt, his hold on you tightens.

"such a needy kitten," he tries to tease, but it comes out breathless, his rapidly-increasing breaths betraying him.

"only for you," you murmur, planting a kiss over his chest, looking up at him.

his breath hitches.

"behave and i'll give you what you want later," he whispers, running a hand through your hair. you lean into his warm touch.

the way you're looking at him makes him weak, but he doesn't want to, not here. you deserve a comfortable, plush bed where he can show you his love if you'll allow him, not to be taken out here in the open, beneath the stars, not—

"sylus..."

who was he kidding....

how could he ever say no to you?

. . .

somehow, his shirt is loosened, his pants unbuttoned, and somehow, instead of being seated on his bike, you're now on his cock, panties pulled to the side, tits free from your top and bouncing with each movement, riding him as you please.

how could sylus ever resist you?

how could he when you were so pretty like this?

so pretty as you took control, using him to your pleasure, arms holding his shoulders for stability as you impaled yourself on him again, and again, and again, eyes dazed with nothing but adoration and desire for him, lips lazily melding against his, sucking marks into his neck.

god, what was he going to do with you?

"sweetie, slow— fuck— slow down..."

his hands held your hips to support you, allowing you to take what you needed from him.

"sylus...."

god you were so perfect like this.

"feels so good...."

he doesn't think you know how much he loves this too.

"feels amazing, sweetie, keep— ah— going..."

you haven't even been going for that long, but sylus feels himself getting close to that release.

what could he say? his love was just so pretty and perfect.

his hands trail up your body, pulling you closer to bury his face into your chest, groping the soft mounds, suckling on one nipple, then the other. your pleased sounds and stuttered movements urged him on.

"feel good, sweetie?"

"y-yes... so, so good—"

you interrupt yourself with your own moan crawling up your throat as he sucks hard before releasing with a pop in favor of sucking marks and bites into your breasts.

your hands move from his shoulders up to his head, fingers tangling into his hair as your movements grow sluggish, repeatedly grinding instead of properly riding him.

"sy-lus—"

"tired, kitten?" he murmurs playfully against your skin, eyes flitting up to yours.

"wanna come, 'm so close..."

he finishes leaving another mark, looking over your bitten and bruised breasts before pulling back slightly, hands slipping to your waist.

"do you need my help?" he offers, hands firmly gripping you for emphases.

"yes," you breathe.

and thats all he needs.

you know that sylus is strong. he's big, in more ways than one, and you know that for a fact. you see him in his boxing gym often, see the way he fights, see the way he lifts things with ease.

but its not until these intimate moments that you remember he can break you so easily if he really wanted, and something about that is so undeniably attractive to you.

sometimes when you're too much of a brat, you remember his strength all too well for the days or weeks to come when you wake with various bites, maybe some red marks, and the memory of him tossing, bending, and bullying you to his will.

but with how gentle he is with you majority of the time, how soft he is, you can forget.

and right now, as he lifts you up and down on his cock like you're nothing, the roles almost switched as if he's using you for his pleasure, is one of those times.

you can't help the cry that escapes you as he lifts you up, only his head intruding before pulling you back down to the hilt, filling you up so deliciously, overwhelming pleasure flooding through your needy body.

his speed slowly picks up, your work having already driven you both close to the edge. you pull him tighter against you, head thrown back as he lifts and drops you, moaning in tandem with one another.

you're mumbling sylus, sylus, sylus between broken moans and sounds of pleasure releasing into the night air as sylus pants against you, groaning when you clench down on him particularly hard.

"co—ming!" you manage to squeal, eyes shutting tight as you come undone all over his lap.

"coming, i'm coming, take it," he manages between gritted teeth, your sensitive body still being moved up and down his shaft.

you pull his face up and smash your lips against his as you feel the warmth explode inside of you, swallowing his sounds as you hum against his lips.

when you pull back, you realize you're not being moved anymore but the fullness remains, still seated on his cock. you feel a sudden chill, the night breeze whipping past you both. when you shiver, sylus chuckles.

"cold now?" he teases, reaching forward to tuck your breasts back beneath your top, fixing his jacket over you. you only slump against his chest in response.

"its your fault," you mutter against his chest. he only laughs, hand coming up to pet your hair.

"such a needy kitten, aren't you?"

a comfortable silence fills the air for a few minutes when sylus speaks up again.

"dont fall asleep here, i still have to drive us back."

"ok," you reply simply.

another moment passes.

"can we stay like this for a little bit longer?"

sylus smiles gently down at you.

"of course, sweetie," he murmurs.

you hum in contentment.

"sylus?"

"yes, sweetie?"

"thank you for this," you breathe out, lifting your head to plant a kiss to his chest before resting against it once more.

he exhales softly.

"anything for you, sweetie."

maybe you couldn't stay like that forever, not really, but for now, the full moon would shine down on the intertwined lovers, breeze swaying past their bodies as they were lost in their own little world, a bond that would surely last for its own eternity.

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a/n: omg. omg! after monthsss its completed (yay!) im actually proud of this one i hope its received well..... time to lock in for my bday fics hehehhehe gonna freak it w all the li's :x

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[nastybuckybarnes]

Coal - Three

Pairing: Alpha!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your Alpha gets a wake-up call that he was not wanting nor expecting.

Warnings: A/b/o dynamics, military inaccuracies, language, sexual themes, smut, injuries, lowkey mean!simon, kinda enemies to lovers...

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: did not expect this kinda response to this story ngl but im so so so glad you guys are enjoying it!

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"I don't know how else I can say this. There's no getting rid of her. As long as you remain employed here, these are the terms," Price huffs out, collapsing in his desk chair.

Simon only glares at him.

"But... you do make a valid point," the Captain adds after a moment.

Some tension eases from the Lieutenant's shoulders.

"She's a part of our pack now, and we cannot let that negatively impact our performance on the field."

The very idea of his Sergeants being shit shots simply because a sweet smelling Omega is present is appalling, to say the least.

"I'll have a chat with Laswell, see what her thoughts are. She's going to ask about you," he adds when Simon turns to leave.

The man pauses, one hand on the doorknob, then glances at his Captain over his shoulder.

"She's going to want to know how things are... progressing," he elaborates, "how the two of you are doing. She's already been tossing around the idea of... forced proximity. I don't want to hafta put you through that, Son. I know how you feel about this whole thing and... I just don't want you making this worse on her or on you."

Grunting his acknowledgement, Simon exits the office without another word.

He knows.

He f u c k i n g knows.

Hanging his head he huffs out a heavy sigh then snaps his head forward and yanks his phone out of his pocket.

His fingers hover over the newest contact he was forced to add for a long moment before finally shooting off a text.

He stuffs his phone back into his pocket then heads to the rec room to wait.

You're startled awake by the sound of a heavy fist banging against your door.

Heart in your throat, you rush to check the peephole, your anxiety increasing tenfold when you see who's outside.

Carefully unlocking it, you tug the door open and look up at him nervously.

"When I fucking text you, you answer. Got it?"

You blink up at him a few times in confusion then turn to where your phone lies on your desk.

"I-I'm sorry, I was asleep," you try to explain, rushing over to grab the phone in question.

Simon's firm hand holds the door open, his glare focused on you as you return to the doorway.

"I don't care what your excuse is," he spits, "it could be life or death. You can sleep when you're dead, which you'll obviously be soon if you keep this shit up."

"Okay, I-I'm sorry," you whisper, voice thick as unshed tears sting your eyes.

"Don't be sorry, be better."

His words bite in a way that nothing before ever has, but you find yourself nodding quickly anyway.

"Yes, I'll be better, I promise."

He turns and walks away before you're even finished talking, leaving you stunned in the doorway.

You don't even notice the tears falling until you've closed the door.

Your first real interaction with him and it probably couldn't have gone worse if you tried.

Scrubing your hands over your face you wipe away the evidence of your tears and square your shoulders.

'Don't be sorry, be better.'

The words ring in your ears as you lock your door. They echo through your mind as you strip naked and turn the water on cold.

They pound against your temples as the cool water beats down on you.

They pull your shoulders back as you walk with Price through the mess the next morning.

'Be better' is the mantra that has you chewing each bite of food silently while the rest of the pack chats like nothing is amiss.

Finally, the opportunity to 'be better' arises.

You're sitting at your desk, lids heavy as you read through another book.

Since that first night you've been doing everything you can to stay awake into the early hours of the morning.

From cold baths, to exercising, to reading, to making and re-making your nest.

Your phone vibrating jolts you to full awareness, and you're up and on your feet in the same moment.

It takes a half-second to read the text, another to process it, and thirty-five to get yourself ready to march through the hallways of the base.

You try to move as quickly as you can, not wanting to let your Alpha down again.

Finally, after what feels like forever, you push open the door to the gym with two water bottles held tightly in your grasp.

Soap and Ghost pause their sparring when you enter, and you feel your face screw up in confusion.

Your heart rate slowly returns to normal as Simon approaches and grabs a water bottle from you, taking the second and handing it to Soap.

With empty arms, you stand there, staring at him and waiting for your next command.

You stand there for almost five minutes before Simon even addresses you, and when he does it's just a lifting of a brow as if to ask why you're still standing there.

Slowly, you turn on your heel and exit the room, risking a glance over your shoulder at the door only to find the two of them sparring once more.

The entire walk back to your quarters you ponder what just happened.

You even go so far as to re-read the words on the screen to make sure you're not missing anything.

'Bring two water bottles to the gym.'

You're not even sure what you thought would've happened after bringing the water bottles, but this certainly wasn't it.

And this is only the beginning.

Texts similar to this one start to ring in almost every night.

A text at 4am telling you to bring him tea. Another text at 6am telling you to prepare his plate at breakfast (a plate that sits untouched when he doesn't join you in the mess).

A text at midnight telling you to bring a book to his office and then another when you're on your way telling you to leave it on the floor outside the door.

Though the texts come more frequently, his attitude towards you otherwise stays the same.

It nearly gives you whiplash, and it does nothing to make you feel safer here, in your new home.

And, as if you didn't have enough to worry about, your unclaimed status has become apparent to a few of the more handsy Alphas on base.

"I'm starting to look forward to our little cat and mouse game," one man says, caging you against the wall.

You keep your eyes down and your chin tucked, heart hammering against your ribs.

Seconds before his fingers make contact with your skin he's yanked away from you, an angry Alpha separating the two of you.

"If you're fond of having hands, I'd advise keeping them to yourself. This is the Lieutenant's Omega. Can you imagine all the thing's he'd do to you if he found out you were touching what's his?"

The Alpha stiffens, blood draining from his face.

Only when Captain Price turns to face you does the other man run away, not sparing the two of you another glance.

"Are you okay?"

You don't miss a single beat.

"I'm fine."

He scoffs, as if he's not drowning in the scent of your distress.

"No, are you okay?"

Your mouth opens and closes a few times before settling closed. You can't lie to him, but you can't tell him the truth.

You can't tell him about your sleepless nights, the fear that ices your spine whenever your eyes close. You can't tell him about the image of Simon holding a gun toward you, his eyes icy and cold.

So you say nothing.

"Walk with me."

You obey, falling into a step beside him and keeping your eyes cast down.

The two of you walk in silence for a bit, until you come to a stop outside of his office door.

He digs in his pocket, looking for the key.

"How long has this been happening?" His voice is firm, demanding a straight forward answer.

You let out a heavy breath before answering, and Price can't help but wrinkle his nose as fear overpowers your normally sweet and homey scent.

The key is turning in the lock when you speak.

"Since the first week I got here."

A growl rumbles deeply in his chest and your eyes snap up to his face.

You instinctively break away from him, taking a few quick steps back.

Immediately realizing his mistake, he takes a few deep, calming breaths, then opens the door to his office.

"I'm not mad at you, Omega. You've done nothing wrong."

His use of your title eases your nerves, and the certainty of his words has your shoulders relaxing as you follow him into his office.

He takes his hat off and sets it down on his desk, then takes a seat in the chair, motioning for you to sit down.

You take a seat on the couch along the wall, curling your legs up and shrinking in on yourself.

"If anyone ever bothers you again, you come to us. Any one of us, and we will deal with them." Though he doesn't directly command it, you know this is an order.

It takes a fair amount of self-control for you to stop yourself from scoffing, though.

Sure, he and the two Betas may help you, but your mate seems more than indifferent toward you.

"We're a pack, a family. And... I know Simon might not be the most accepting or agreeable, but we do see you as part of the pack. You're one of us now."

His words tickle a soft spot in your heart and you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes.

Slowly, you lift your eyes to his, and utter what could be one of the most heartbreaking things he's ever heard.

"I wish my Alpha was as kind to me as you are."

Price's shoulders sag and his face falls. He opens his mouth to speak but you're already on your feet.

"I'd better go. Thank you for your help earlier, Captain."

And with that, you take your leave, hurrying through the halls until you get to the safety of your nest.

Captain Price sits in his office for a long while until finally, finally, firing a text off to Simon.

The Lieutenant is in his office two minutes later.

He stiffens upon entry, your distressed scent lingering in the office.

"You would do well to put a mark on that neck of hers. If not for your sake, than for hers," The Captain says, leaning back in his chair and pinching the bridge of his nose.

All of this has, so far, been far more complicated than he had initially thought it would be.

"What are you talking about?"

What else could the Omega possibly have to complain about? It bothers him to no end that you would go to Price with your complaints.

"Corporal Stevens had her caged against the wall, can only imagine what would've happened if I hadn't stepped in. And apparently this has been going on for a while now."

This pisses Simon off for a whole new reason.

"Why didn't she say anything before?"

Who the fuck would even dare to touch you? To put their hands on something that obviously belongs to someone else?

"Have you ever given her a chance to?"

This shuts him up.

Because Price is right. Not once has Simon given you any indication that he is a safe space, someone you can turn to if you're being bothered.

"Stevens, you said?" He asks, a new determination on his face.

Price heaves a sigh, dragging a hand down his exhausted face.

"Don't do anything I'll need to file paperwork on."

A beat of silence passes between the two of them before Price speaks again.

"If nothing else just... be gentle with her. There's... a girl in there, a young one. One whose scared. Very afraid and very lost and she has no one but us. She can be more than just... what you're making her. If you let her."

Though he externally seems unaffected, Price's words have a deep impact on Simon, burrowing in to his core.

It rouses his inner Alpha, and he can't help but feel upset with himself for pushing you away the way he did.

Sure, he may not be on board, but a little Omega like yourself shouldn't be getting harassed by other Alphas who know damn well they shouldn't even be looking at you much less touching you.

Rising to his feet, he turns on his heel and marches straight toward your quarters.

He's not sure what he wants to say, he just knows that he needs to say something. Needs you to know that if people are bothering you you need to tell him so he can make an example of them.

As he lifts his fist to knock, the door swings open and you stumble into his chest.

A gasp leaves your lips at the sudden presence, and a shiver runs down your spine as warm hands wrap around you to bring you back to your feet.

As quickly as they were on you, his hands retreat.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, taking a step back only for your back to collide with the door to your quarters.

He quickly shakes his head, raising one hand up to silence you.

You drop your head, your inner Omega preparing for whatever lashing awaits, but you're surprised when he speaks and holds no malice in his voice.

Well, none for you at least.

"If anyone so much as looks at you in a way you don't like, you tell me. Got it?"

Your eyes find his face and you feel your brows pull together.

"Wh-what?"

He takes an instinctive step forward and you can feel the heat radiating off of his chest.

"Let me scent you."

"What?"

He says nothing, only stares at you waiting for your consent.

All the times you imagined being scented by your Alpha, this was never the way it played out.

Slowly, you nod, tilting your head back to give him more access to your throat.

He wastes no time, one hand firm on your waist while the other tugs his balaclava up over his nose.

A sharp gasp leaves you as his nose drags across your neck, and you can't help but bring your hands up to his shoulders, nails digging in as he begins taking deep breaths.

He huffs heavily against your skin, drowning you in his scent and overpowering the lingering distress that clings to you.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you whimper softly, your inner Omega preening at the proximity, at finally having his hands on you.

A soft rumbling sound erupts between the two of you, and it takes you a moment to realize it's coming from you.

After minutes that, in truth, feel like both hours and seconds, he pulls away. His pupils are blown wide, balaclava pulled back down over his mouth, and his hand on your waist flexes the tiniest bit.

You blink heavily up at him, purring softly as all your nerves settle now that you've been so thoroughly scented.

"Where were you off to?" He asks after a moment, dropping his other hand down to your waist. His voice is huskier than before, deeper and warmer. You want to burrow into the sound.

You slide your hands down his shoulders to rest on his chest, humming happily in his embrace.

"The rec room... Soap..." you trail off, eyes foggy and mind full of haze.

He hums, sliding a hand over to the small of your back and leading you away from your room.

"Don't want you going anywhere on your own. Not until the others here understand who you belong to. Scent should help."

A shiver ripples down your spine at his words.

Who you belong to.

You belong to him. He's scented you, you're his now. He's accepted it.

As he leads you through the halls he can't help but marvel at how pliant you've become. He wonders if you'd put up a fuss at all if he were to bend you over and knot you right here in the open.

His inner Alpha grows restless at the idea, clawing against the heavy restraints the military has ingrained in him.

Risking a glance down at your hooded eyes, he's certain he could ask you to get on all fours and present like the good Omega you are and you'd do it without hesitation.

The conversation between Gaz and Soap comes to an abrupt halt when they see their Lieutenant ushering you into the room, your eyes far away and your scent heavily masked by that of the big man at your side.

"Don't let 'er go anywhere alone," he barks, handing you off to Soap when the Scot rises to meet the two of you.

"What's goin' on?" He asks, brows furrowed at the determined look on Simon's face.

They have a silent conversation with their eyes, and then Soap is tugging you down to sit between him and Gaz on the couch while Simon turns to find the prick who thought it was okay to touch what belongs to him.

"Hey, little one. How you doing?" Kyle asks, a comforting hand finding its way to your back.

You hum happily and turn to him, nuzzling your face into his chest.

"Jesus, if this is what happens when you scent the bird I can only imagine wha' she'll be like once she's claimed," Soap says with a grin.

Though his face is happy and relaxed, Gaz can see the tension in his shoulders. He knows that whatever happened to force Simon to scent you couldn't have been good.

"M'his," you murmur, slowly opening your eyes and looking up at the man.

"Yeah?"

You nod. "Said so himself," you boast quietly, a smile pulling at your lips.

Gaz and Soap exchange their own pleased glances before turning their attention back to you.

~*~

Like clockwork, there's a knock on your door the next morning.

Your breath hitches when you open the door and, instead of Captain Price, Lieutenant Riley stands there instead.

He says nothing, only steps aside to give you room to walk beside him.

You're nervous, he can smell it as his hand finds your lower back.

No words are spoken between the two of you as he leads you to the mess, and no eyes follow as the skull-faced Alpha fills up a plate of food then ushers you to your usual seat.

Butterflies swarm your belly when he places the plate down in front of you, then takes his usual seat beside Soap.

There's a brief moment of silence around the table before Gaz gives you a bright smile and wishes you good morning.

Price's eyes connect with Simon's and he gives the Alpha an approving nod, the corners of his mouth turning upward at the energy of the pack.

His pack.

A prickle of anxiety races down your spine and you straighten immediately, eyes darting around for the source.

Your fork clatters to the table when you finally meet his gaze, and you shrink in on yourself a little.

A man, an Alpha, has his steely glare focused on you. His face is more blue and purple than anything else, his neck is secured in a brace, and his right arm is in a sling.

Quickly, you turn your gaze back to your food and pick up your fork, not wanting to make a scene anymore than you're sure you already have.

A low growl rumbles from across the table and you lift your gaze to the man in question, only to find his eyes focused on the injured Alpha who cornered you against the wall.

When you look back over at him, his eyes are on the ground.

A soft breath of relief leaves your lips, one that does not go unnoticed by your pack mates, and then your eyes are drifting back to Simon's only to find them already locked on you.

Your breath hitches and you find yourself stuck once more, unable to look away no matter how much you want to.

His brown eyes lack the usual layer of ice that would frost over them whenever he would look at you. Now, there's something warm in them.

It's such a drastic change from the Alpha that brushed past you that first day in the hall, the one who referred to you as 'a pet'.

A complete 180 from the Alpha who would summon you to the gym just to bring him a water bottle.

Or maybe not.

That night, a text wakes you from your light slumber.

'Bring two water bottles to the gym.'

Sighing heavily, you force yourself to your feet and trudge out of your room to obey his command.

When you get to the gym, however, you're surprised to see no one inside.

Taking a hesitant step forward, you sniff the air, searching for his -now familiar- scent.

You catch it a second too late, and then he's on you. Big arms wrapping around your frame from behind, one hand holding your throat.

A strangled squeak leaves your lips and the water bottles drop onto the floor.

"If you're not with one of us, you can never let your guard down," Simon's voice growls lowly in your ear.

You whimper, trying to tug out of his grip but he doesn't relent.

"There's a reason why everyone who knew you has been led to believe that you're dead. If you don't start watching your back, you will be."

Finally, he lets you go and you stumble forward, panting heavily.

"You're going to learn to fight."

Your brows draw together and you slowly turn to look at him, not understanding.

"That's why you called me down here?"

A slight dip of his head is all the response you get.

"I-I... at least let me get changed," you try, taking a step toward the door.

He sidesteps directly in your way, forcing you to collide with his solid chest.

He's wearing a tight black t-shirt, leaving his thick tattooed arms on full display for your hungry gaze.

His hands grab your wrists, forcing you to stay put.

"The kinda men who want to hurt you aren't going to wait until you've got yoga pants and running shoes on," he says stoically.

Now, in such close proximity, you can finally get a better look at him.

The skull plate has been discarded, a black balaclava all that covers his face.

Freckles lightly dot the exposed skin you can see, and his lashes are blond.

Your Alpha has blond hair.

"Why do people want to hurt me?" You ask.

Your voice comes out as a meek whimper, and it tugs on his heart.

This is exactly why he's refused Omegas before.

"Mostly because they can. You're small, weak. A thing to be conquered. Men want that. Alphas want that."

You frown up at him, letting your little hands go limp in his arms.

"But... I have your scent..." and one day I'll have your mark, is what you don't say.

"That fact alone draws danger." He releases your arms and leads you to the center of the room, circling you like you're his prey.

"You'll never overpower an Alpha. Not physically. Run. Always run. Your scent is too sweet to hide, but it can confuse. Strip down as much as you can, throw your clothes in opposite directions. It will, at the very least, buy you some time. And if you're ever in close proximity with someone who wants to hurt you..."

He trails off behind you and you feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

Your instincts take over as he pounces, and you quickly sidestep, turning to face him.

"Wait!"

"Your enemy won't wait," He hisses, coming at you again.

This time you slip under his arm, sprinting as far away as you can in the limited space.

"You're not my enemy," you gasp, turning around only for him to be right in front of you.

"Right now I am. And you're caught." He grabs your throat with one big hand. His grip isn't hard enough to hurt, but it is enough to assert his dominance over you.

"You're easy to catch, anyone could have their way with you, knot you, claim you. Is that what you want?!"

His words strike a nerve and before you know what you're doing you taste blood in your mouth and his arm drops away from you.

Simon stares at you with wide eyes, shocked at the feral look on your face and the harsh growl rumbling in your chest.

The bite didn't necessarily hurt, but it was more than enough to stun him for a moment. And a moment is the difference between life and death.

Maybe his Omega isn't as helpless as he thought.

The momentary pause gives you enough time to process what happened, where the taste of blood is coming from, and then you're covering your mouth with your hands.

"I-I'm so sorry!"

He shakes his head, "don't be. That was perfect."

You can't help but preen at his words, his approval, his praise.

"Let me clean this," you whisper, taking a closer look at his forearm.

He says nothing, you're moving before he has a chance. So instead, he watches you.

Watches as you exist in your truest nature, caring for him even after all he's done, all he's put you through.

You grab the first aid kit from the wall and hurry back over to him, ushering him to sit down and kneeling in front of him.

He extends his arm to you, his eyes on your face the entire time as you clean and dress his wound.

Your fingers tremble the slightest bit when you touch him, and you immediately notice the way goosebumps rise on his skin.

Without thinking, you look up at him through your lashes only to find his intense gaze already focused on you.

Your scent spikes, a hint of anxiety tainting the sweetness, and he finds himself naturally exuding his own calming scent.

Finally, you finish bandaging him, smoothing your fingers over the gauze on his wrist only to gasp when his other hand snatches yours up.

He turns your hand over in his, using his other hand to lightly, like the kiss of the moonlight, dust over your skin.

It's a short moment, and then he's releasing you and the careful wall he's built up between the two of you is put back in place.

"You did good. You're tougher than you seem," he says softly.

You give him a half smile.

"I hope I don't have to be tough too often."

[wrongbodies]

Fanfic: Heart Stopped, pt. 2

Charlie had no idea what was going on, but after being pulled into the group of popular kids, he tried to catch glimpses of Nick and the mysterious other Charlie he had seen. What's more, he still couldn't get over what he saw in the camera. Was that real? He was desperate to confirm, but didn't want to go too far. What is going on?!

He saw Nick pull the fake Charlie into his car, and drive away. These kids he didn't associate with were all cracking jokes and boasting, but none seemed to care he was staring at the doppelganger drive away. Once the car disappeared from sight, he stood and darted into the school.

He dashed to the nearest bathroom, and crashed through the doorway. His intensity died down immediately, though. He was suddenly aware of how scared he was to confirm his suspicions. He had reasoned that the phone could be hacked or glitched... but the mirror? Could it really be true that he was currently in Harry Greene's body?!

Finally summoning the courage, he looked up. There, under the phosphorescent lights of the bathroom, stood the figure of Harry Greene. Rich douchebag of Truham Grammar School. Charlie felt something lurch in his stomach. Harry's stomach... He felt he was going to be ill, but it passed. Approaching the mirror he felt his face with his fingers. He was fascinated by the texture of his hair. It was shorter, and straighter. His own hair was quite curly. He traced his lips, and tapped his nose. He folded his ears, and stuck his tongue out. This was almost funny, he could make Harry look like a jackass and record this, even!

After a while, Charlie realized that this was not really all that funny. Who knew how this happened? And worse, could it be undone? Although Charlie had often wanted to be someone else when he was bullied, if that had happened he certainly would not have ever chosen Harry fucking Greene of all people. This body was the one that tormented him nearly constantly his whole time at the school. Even after the worst people graduated from last year, when the bullying was at its worst, Harry was still here and still seemingly set on making him miserable.

There was certainly no other face that he'd want to see everyday, every morning he woke up, than this one. He frowned into the mirror.

"Oh Harry, what are we going to do?" He asked, the empty bathroom offering no suggestions.

Meanwhile, across town and at Charlie's house: Nick was growing concerned for Charlie. He had expected the fight to put a toll on Charlie, of course. Yet, what he was witnessing was beyond anything he'd seen before. For starters, Charlie seemed to have amnesia of some kind. From getting into the car to Charlie's house, he was apparently unaware of any details of his life. In fact, he kept asking Nick questions.

"What happened to me?! Where is my body?" Fake-Charlie asked again, breathing quickly.

"Char, I don't know what to tell you. Harry Greene tried to fight you, but then you collapsed and I pushed him away. You didn't get hit, but you still fell down." Nick explained.

"Why do you keep calling me that!?" Fake-Charlie barked.

"What? Char? I thought you liked it, Charlie." Nick said, soothingly. He put a hand on Charlie's arm.

Fake-Charlie yanked his arm away violently and snapped. "I'm not that little gay boy, Nick. I'm Harry, and I don't know why we are here in that fags room."

Nick felt the blood draining from his face. Was this it? Was Charlie cracking? He watched as Charlie stood up and padded over to the mirror on the door.

"What the..." Fake-Charlie spun. "Why is my face... where is my... WHAT IS GOING ON?!"

"Charlie, you are scaring me. Did you hit your head?" Nick asked, trying to calm Charlie down.

"I told you, I AM NOT CHARLIE." Fake-Charlie returned to looking at the mirror. "This can't be happening. We've switched somehow. I gotta find my body."

Nick was trying to understand what Charlie was saying. "Switched? What? Are you going on about?"

Fake-Charlie turned towards Nick again. He seemed to collect himself a bit. "Nick, I know you aren't going to believe me, but I swear this is the actual truth. I'm not Charlie. It's me, Harry."

"What...?" Nick said, feeling he had finally lost the plot.

"Somehow that gay- er, your boyfriend and I switched. He's got my body, and I'm stuck in this weak, scrawny body." Fake-Charlie explained.

Nick just stood there, trying to let what was just said sink in.

The two boys stared at each other for a long time. There wasn't a sound. But behind both their eyes, a thousand thoughts a minute were rushing through their brains.

TBC

[dcxdpdabbles]

Will you expand on that, Reverse Robin, with Tim? I just found it!

I don't have too much plot for the Cuckoo in a Robin's Nest Au (the Name is a WIP) yet, so I can't write a dabble for you. For those wondering, this references the DC-only story I was thinking of writing. It can be found here.

Tim glances up as the bell on the door chimes. He knows who it is before he spots the head of dirty blond hair and the warm smile stretched against a freckled face.

Little Freddie rapidly became a regular after Tim set up a side table for him to comfortably eat and do his homework. Tim didn't know much about the kid besides the fact that he was being raised by a single father and had two older brothers. Apparently, the three were constantly working yet barely making ends meet leaving the small child to his own devices.

That wasn't an uncommon story around these parts. Not many employers were willing to hire anyone with a Crime Alley address, and those that did often only wanted to overwork them while underpaying them.

The fact that the boy still actively went to school during the day surprised the Crime Alley dwellers more. He was a School Kid, which meant something different to the people here. If Ex-Bat had to bet, Freddie's family put his future before theirs, since the boy won a scholarship to Gotham Academy.

He had to tell the boy to cover his uniform when walking home. He never knew who would mistake him for a rich kid and what they would do for a bit of quick cash in these parts.

Freddie now always came after school without his blazer and uniform shirt. He always changed in the bathrooms, throwing on a faded oversized band t-shirt and a baggy, run-down hoodie.

Even with his uniform pants, Freddie easily changed from a Gotham Academy School kid to a common Alley Crime Kid.

Tim himself had two part-time jobs, but they weren't enough to get him out of the city. He missed his resources like a missing limb, but he had survived with less before, and he could now.

The idea of creating any link between himself and the heroes made his skin crawl, even if it was to hack into the bank accounts he once had access to. Tim was already risking so much by moving through the city without documentation.

If he created a fake paper trail, he worried the Bats would pick up on it. Tim was done with them all. He died for them. They let him die.

He would never let them back in again.

That is why he chose to stay in Gotham.

It was one of the few places that didn't bat an eye at the fact that Alvin Draper only had his name and homeless shelter address. His apartment was a shed in someone's backyard, barely legal to count it as a rental space. It had a bathroom, a tiny sink, and a stove, but not much else.

It was the best he could find with what little he had to prove himself.

His big, mountain-of-muscle Russian landlord thought Tim was a runaway or rent boy because of how he talked, but he took the risk of letting him live there anyway. He at least felt safe when the man pulled out a receipt book to give him proof of payment, and after a vague confirmation that Tim wouldn't bring any trouble around the house.

He only cared that he could turn in his rent in cash and that if he needed to work odd hours, he should not make any noise past ten p.m. He also offered to care for any troublemakers who couldn't understand that Tim was only working if they followed him home.

It was oddly sweet how Crime Alley had both empathy and self-preservation deep in their bones for each other.

"Hi Alvin!" Freedie chips, throwing his scruffed-up backpack in the chair closest to the wall. He bounces in his seat, digging into the Pepperoni pizza Tim sets on the table for him. It's only three slices, but with his employee discount, it's less than a soda from a vending machine.

Tim wasn't sure how much Freddie's family was struggling, but he didn't mind providing the boy with a meal if he could.

"Hi Freddie," he answers warmly, pouring the boy some water. Since they were the only ones in the restaurant, he lingered near the table, placing his hands on his hips as he regarded the boy's appearance. Three weeks ago, he caught a bruise, concealed by makeup, near his neck, and has been hyper-aware of any reappearances since. "How was school?"

"It was pretty good. John tried to throw me in a locker, but I punched him in the nuts like you taught me before he could," the boy reveals with a proud puff of his chest. "His friends tried to grab me, but I swung my shoulder bags at them and they got scared."

Tim sniggers, pride pooling in his gut. His fake Crime Alley accent is rougher than normal, further disguising him. No one who heard him ever thought he was born with a silver tooth. "Good. Teach those prep losers not to mess with ruffians."

Freddie's smile is crooked with both a mischievous nature and the edge of barely concealed violence. "My Dad and brothers think I shouldn't let them get under my skin."

"It's important to be the bigger man," Tim confirms, refilling the boy's cup after he chugs it nearly all in one drink. "It's also important to defend yourself before things escalate."

Freddie is silent momentarily before carefully offering, "My second-oldest brother used to say that, too."

Tim doesn't know what happened to the second oldest, but he has noticed that Freedie always speaks of him in the past tense. This was another common thing in Crime Alley.

People died all the time, and everyone who called this hell-hole home had personally experienced loss at least once before turning eighteen.

"Your brother had the right idea." He settles on grinning at the boy. Freedie's blue eyes are searching, tracing over Tim's face as if searching for a lie, but the door chimes again, and he has to turn away to greet the new customers before he can ask what the boy is searching for.

He offers Freedie a slight nod while returning to the cashier. He pretends he doesn't notice how the twelve-year-old pulls out his homework after finishing his pizza slices. More specifically, he ignores how the boy occasionally attempts to take his picture between math questions.

It's cute how hard he tried to be sneaky about it and how his frustration grew with each failed attempt. Tim was having far too much fun carefully dodging his camera, making sure to move in a way that made it appear like an accident that his face was never captured correctly.

It reminded Tim of himself when he was twelve. Ah, memories.

[aventurineswife]

Hellooo! 

I’d like to request Mermaid!Aventurine X Avian!reader

One of readers wings gets injured by god knows what(idk man just set them on fire or something. totally the kindest option.) and they ended up near some little town by a lake. 

Reader is too stubborn to actually go and ask for help from the humans so they’re kinda just stuck lurking around nearby because they aren’t dumb enough to go too far out in the wild with injuries + the inability to fly.

Cue reader meeting Aventurine at some point, hates him at first for whatever reason, but ends up warming up to him(or at least starts tolerating him a bit) eventually after learning he’s basically also stuck here.

Reader didn’t really know mermaids existed(other fantasy creatures? Yeah. Mermaids? Nope.) so they honestly just thought that it was normal for these weird ‘fish people’ as they call them to be in a lake rather than an ocean(they honestly don’t see the problem. There aren’t as many dangerous creatures here as the ocean, and there’s still a lot of space for him to swim around right?)

I feel like I should make my own fanfic about this instead of requesting my ideas to someone but I don’t know the first thing about actually writing something good

Clipped Wings and Tethered Fins

Summary: After suffering a severe wing injury, you—a stubborn and prideful avian—find yourself stranded near a small lakeside town, unable to fly and too reluctant to seek help from humans. While lurking on the outskirts, you encounter Aventurine, an enigmatic and infuriatingly smug mermaid who seems just as trapped as you are. Initially, you despise him, but as he helps you with your injury, you begin to realize that perhaps you’re not so different after all.

Tags: Mermaid!Aventurine x Avian!Reader, Enemies to Reluctant Allies, Slow Burn, Injured Reader, Stubborn Reader, Banter & Snark, Aventurine Being a Menace, Hidden Vulnerability, Mutual Isolation, Forced Proximity.

Warnings: Mild Injury Description, Light Angst (mentions of pain, being stranded), Aventurine's Teasing, Minor Touching (Aventurine tending to your injury), Slow Relationship Development (from irritation to reluctant trust).

The sun hung low over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the serene lake, its waters mirroring the sky like a liquid canvas. The quiet stillness was occasionally broken by the soft rustling of the trees on the shore. You, however, were anything but still.

Your injured wing—a mess of scorched feathers and pain—hung limply by your side, each step you took sending pangs of agony through your body. You had no idea what had caused the fire that had scorched the wing. Was it the wind? A burst of magic from some distant god? Whatever the cause, the result was the same: you couldn't fly. You had been stubborn enough to resist asking for help from the humans in the nearby town. You knew they’d likely treat you like some freak of nature. They wouldn’t understand.

So, you lingered on the outskirts of their settlement, lurking among the trees, your feet brushing the earth as you tried to keep to the shadows. The world felt far too big with one wing useless and the other healthy but weighed down by your fear and pride.

It wasn’t until you heard the faint splash of water that you first noticed him.

He was a figure that seemed out of place—something akin to a reflection caught halfway between reality and the deep waters. At first, you thought you were imagining things, the shimmering of his tail in the sunlight. But there he was, rising from the lake with the elegance of a predator gliding through its domain, the dark green of his scales flashing in the light. His torso, beautifully sculpted and muscular, was partially exposed above the water as he leaned against a jagged rock, his face hidden by a low-hanging brimmed hat.

Your instincts told you to stay hidden. You weren’t in the mood to deal with anyone—especially someone who looked like he could be trouble. But curiosity gnawed at you, and against your better judgment, you found yourself edging closer, peering from behind the dense foliage. Your keen hearing picked up snippets of his musings, the tone of his voice sending a strange shiver down your spine.

"You know, one would think that after all these years of 'evolution,' humans would learn not to bother with the pointless games of politics. So dull, really." His voice was smooth, almost velvety, and oddly calming in the quiet of the evening.

You stiffened. “What the hell is that?” you muttered, eyeing the strange creature, this ‘mermaid,’ with skepticism.

He must have heard your words, for he turned his head, his gaze locking onto you with an almost predatory sharpness. His eyes gleamed, the black slitted pupils staring through the trees with uncanny precision. He studied you for a long moment before his lips curled into a soft, knowing smile.

"Not quite the most subtle observer, are we?" he said, his tone dripping with amusement, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But then again, I suppose none of us are. Strangers often look before they speak. And you're no different."

You bristled, not expecting to be noticed so easily, and especially not by him. You had no patience for his teasing.

"I'm not here to chat with a... fish," you said, your tone sharp as you made to turn away. "I just don’t need your kind to be part of my problems."

His laugh followed you like an echo through the woods. "My kind, hm? And what exactly would that be, hmm? The aquatic type? Or are you merely referring to the fact that I'm much better at swimming than you are at flying?"

You froze mid-step, annoyed by his casual teasing and the fact that he somehow knew you couldn’t fly.

"Listen, I don't need your help, alright? Just stay in your lake and mind your business." You made to leave, but the pressure in your wing made it too painful to move swiftly.

Aventurine, as he introduced himself moments later, was swift to notice your struggle. "Ah, what's this? Seems like someone’s in need of a little assistance after all."

You tried to pull away, growling in frustration, but your injured wing refused to cooperate, dragging you back down. He approached you effortlessly, his sleek tail flicking through the water with a fluid grace.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat, your feathers ruffling defensively.

He tilted his head, observing you for a long, silent moment. "You're hardly in any position to turn down help, sweetheart." His tone was soft, the mocking edge now replaced by something else—something almost concerned, but wrapped in layers of calm indifference.

"I'm fine," you muttered, but there was no conviction behind it. You knew your pride was keeping you from seeking help, but you were too tired to keep pretending that it wasn’t hurting. The fire on your wing had left it stiff and useless, and your exhaustion was becoming too much to bear.

"You've got a choice, then." His voice broke through your fog of frustration. "You can either suffer in silence and try to fly with that wing in its current state... or you can let me help you."

You shot him a glare but couldn’t summon the energy to argue further. Sighing deeply, you slumped your shoulders and let out a reluctant, "Fine. Help me then."

Aventurine smiled—this time, the smile was genuine, though there was still that dangerous edge beneath it. "You’re welcome, I suppose." He stepped forward, his hands carefully reaching for your injured wing. You winced, but his touch was surprisingly gentle, far more so than you'd expected from someone who clearly enjoyed toying with you.

As his hands worked their magic, you couldn't help but notice how absurdly out of place he seemed in this tiny town. The lake was calm, the people around it unaware of the mermaid who called it home, and yet, here he was—trapped, just like you. You hated how he could so easily find solace in the quiet of the water while you struggled with your wing, but there was something undeniably captivating about him.

When he was done, he stepped back, eyes scanning your face. "You’re all patched up now. Not so bad, is it?"

You gritted your teeth, feeling a little better but still annoyed by the situation. "I still hate you," you muttered, but there was less venom in your voice than before.

Aventurine chuckled, the sound of it like the soft lapping of the water against the shore. "Hate is such a strong word, darling. Perhaps tolerance is a better fit?"

You rolled your eyes but found yourself unable to push him away anymore. Despite his irritating nature, you realized you didn’t mind his presence so much. Perhaps because you were both trapped in this small town. Maybe, just maybe, you'd both find a way out, but for now, the least you could do was stop fighting him.

"Fine," you sighed, letting the distance between you two shrink. "Maybe I’ll tolerate you for now. But don’t get used to it."

Aventurine grinned, sharp teeth flashing as he dipped his head in a mock bow. "Oh, don’t worry, sweetheart. I have a feeling you'll come around."

And for the first time since your wing was injured, you weren't entirely certain you wanted to run.

[cfdbuckley]

If the idea of showing up in court with his knuckles bruised and Tommy's face black and blue didn't seem like it would get him into trouble, Buck thought he might really like to experience it, for the complete asshole ruining his morning. Was it sort of his fault for starting something with Eddie before he ended it? Maybe, he could see how it could be interpreted that way, but if he hadn't been with Eddie last night, he would have never slept at all waiting for morning to come because he needed to convince Tommy to end things. So in that way, hadn't he gotten everything he wanted? A night and a morning with Eddie and perhaps an expedited end to the trial claim?

He was never, ever going to leave first without turning to Eddie, and while he wasn't necessarily surprised to find him right there when he turned, Buck still felt his heart melt in his chest, all the anger momentarily evaporating from his features as he was pulled in. Wrapping his arms back around Eddie, he held him close and kissed him back, mapping out the covered muscles of his back as he did. His heart rate spiked as he realized he was getting a glimpse of his future right here, unashamedly kissing Eddie out in the open, getting to hold him like this as often as he wanted?

Buck exhaled shakily and leaned in to nuzzle the side of Eddie's face as he was glaring at Tommy, but then he opened his eyes to see the phone and shot Eddie a grateful look and a soft smile. "Of course. I'll be back before you know it." He squeezed him briefly before taking and pocketing his phone, his brow immediately furrowing when he turned to see Tommy staring daggers right back at them. He was giving Eddie a particularly pointed look that Buck couldn't decipher, but he did realize it seemed easier for Tommy to look at Eddie than at him. Really, he wanted to ban him from ever laying eyes on Eddie but he figured Eddie might feel the same way in reverse, so he took what he could and went around to get into the truck, buckling up and barely getting a chance to wave before Tommy was backing up out of the driveway like a bat out of hell and was roaring down the street, probably at a speed not legal in residential areas.

[20 minutes later]

Buck: he's signing the papers now!! i'm free, all urs ♥️

[10 minutes later]

Buck: he says he needs 2 get evryth from mine that he gave me during the claim 🙄 so guess we're going 2 mine 1st. i'll text as soon as i'm omw back!

[A few hours later, without any read messages or answered phone calls]

Buck: Himbo slut is all yours now, though I didn't peg you for liking sloppy seconds, Ed. Got him ready for you, but call me if you decide you want to try a real man next time, yeah?

[IMG Attached: A shot from above, Buck on his stomach, only the back of his head visible, no face. Arm muscles are lax, messily tied above him at the wrist to the bed frame. Photo is of his torso and above, a few angry lash marks across his ribs.]

Buck is vaguely aware that Tommy left, finally. Vaguely aware that he was speaking just before descending the loft stairs. But Buck is mostly aware of the fatigue, the ache in all of his muscles, and the exhaustion that keeps making him feel like he's losing time every time he lets his eyelids slip shut. How long has he been here? Why can't he pull his arms down or turn? He sucks in a weak breath against his bedsheets and tries again to pull at his arms but they feel like overcooked noodles, leaving him huffing as he desperately tries to clear away the brain fog. If he could just think, lift his head, maybe...

Water actually sounded pretty great once Buck mentioned it because his throat was still feeling pretty rough from sucking Buck off earlier. Even though he was tempted, he still declined Buck's offer because, again, that meant Buck would have to leave the room, but he also wasn't quite ready to get the taste of Buck from his mouth. "Nah, I'm good." And he was, very much good that was, but Buck seemed to know exactly what he needed to feel so much better as Eddie quickly found himself on his back with Buck blissfully on top of him. As he felt Buck's head settle in the crook of his neck, Eddie reached up and wrapped one arm around Buck's back while his other hand found it way into Buck's curls to hold him in place. The fact that this was the first morning of many future ones that they would be able to have was not lost on Eddie, and the fact brought a lazy smile to his face.

Eddie was actually thinking about Chris when Buck asked him what time he was supposed to pick up his son. It was just another example of how he and Buck were connected in a way that was almost impossible to explain to other people. While he wasn't ready to tell his family, which included both his work and actual family, about him and Buck, Eddie knew this wasn't something he wanted to keep from Chris. He planned to have Buck around the house for as long as Buck agreed to it, and Eddie didn't want to have to hide showing affection to Buck. Since he knew that Christopher loved Buck already, Eddie knew that it wouldn't be that much of an adjustment for his son to accept. The only major concerns that Eddie had was exactly how to bring it up to Chris and if Chris would be able to keep it a secret from abuela, Pepa, and the rest of his family.

Before Eddie was able to answer Buck's question, their perfect, cozy after-sex bubble was rudely popped by a honking car. At first, Eddie thought that the horn was directed towards a particular house down the street that Eddie had some reservations about, but it became quickly clear that the offending horn was directly outside his own home. His next thought was that obviously someone in his family was having an emergency, possibly related to Christopher, so Eddie tried to scramble to find his phone for any missed texts or calls. Before he could even look, Buck was already off of him and the bed and determined who the annoying culprit was.

Just hearing that it was Tommy pretty much destroyed all the exceptional mood that he was in due to his perfect morning with Buck. He was too busy mentally picking out good spots to bury Tommy's body at to actually get dressed, so by the time he pulled himself from off the bed, Buck was already heading out the bedroom door to confront his ex. That finally got Eddie to start moving faster, so he through on a pair of sweats that were at the top of his hamper before following Buck. Before he was able to leave the bedroom though, Eddie saw Buck's phone on the bed and picked it up.

By the time Eddie made it out the front door, Buck was already at the pickup door. He was able to hear Buck mention cutting ties with Tommy, so he at least had some idea where the two of them were heading off to do. Before Buck could get into Tommy's truck though, Eddie had reached him and pulled him in close so that he could kiss Buck before he left. Even though Eddie knew all his neighbors were watching them due to Tommy's nosy display, he didn't hold back as he licked his way into Buck's mouth to deepen the kiss. Even though part of it was to put on a display for Buck's ex, Eddie also wanted to reassure and comfort Buck before he left. Eddie reluctantly pulled away from Buck's lips and sent a death glare in Tommy's direction as he handed Buck his phone. "Be safe and please call me as soon as you can."

[6okuto]

TS Cast Celebrating Your Birthday

GN!Reader | most of this can be read platonically! reader often forgets their birthday or doesn't really celebrate (but implicitly wants to!!). solo chara and a few for all of them at the end ^__^

for reg my beloved @bananacockatiel oh my Goodness HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAHYAYHO

LEANDER

Doesn't matter how long he's known your birthday's coming up—maybe he's known for months, maybe you only mentioned it last week—this is the most uncasual guy ever. /affectionate /what's your problem. But I will say if you've known each other a while and he finds out with days to spare? It's kind of hilarious to see how much Leander's eyes widen and the panic that sets in for a second. Genuinely has no clue how he's fumbled this hard.

If you don't celebrate because of bad memories or emotions, he says he wants to make good ones for you instead. This is your day! You think you don't deserve the celebration or gifts? WRONG!!

Obviously if you don't enjoy big parties, he won't throw one. Saying this because out of all the LI's I think Leander is the only one to think of or really Capable of planning a big party himself. Cross out the idea to announce it's your birthday at the Wet Wick and say drinks are on him and that everyone who gives you a gift gets .. something cool.

But that doesn't mean he won't spoil you and give you everything you rightfully deserve!! You guys can spend the day together, even the week if you want! He promises he's completely and wholly yours, duties taken care of and handed off to trusted Adders.

He's calling in favours, charming his pants off (not literally), remembering everything and every place you've shown interest in. You don't even remember a third of them, but Leander does. He is LOCKED! IN!

By the sound of this you think you'd be overwhelmed. You probably are at first because you don't expect how much he's prepared, even knowing it's Leander, and you're not used to it. But Leander is nothing if not attentive and working for you! However much walking or social interaction etc is your limit, he works with it in mind, and is always willing to take breaks or, if you're out and about, go home if you'd like. You still have him after all :-) ;) /silly flirting but sincere promise.

Little magic show... Leander's the type of guy to take you to a hidden area and show off with pretty lights and magic and watch you with an affectionate smile. Type of guy to pull you to dance when there's no music so you both start singing. Etc.

If you're completely worn out from the day, he'll part with a final "Happy birthday" (and kiss), letting you go to bed. If you'd like him to join you, he's happy to cuddle you to bed too!

VERE

I couldn't have animal ears and a tail because my already shit poker face would be even worse. Him? Interested/invested in it being your birthday soon? Yes! Vere plays it off if it's just not really a big deal to you. But if it's because you haven't enjoyed your birthday in a long time, he has a longer pause of... contemplation...

Anyone think about how many shitty ones he's spent alone or working and how many he might've tried to make up for it?! 🤔

I think. He would want to do something/go some place special...? His initial thought isn't to just hang out for the day. That isn't good enough for him or for you!! I wouldn't put it past him to just be like. Be ready by 7 and dress nice. And you just have to trust him. As you always have to /lh /vere move

Type of guy to tell you to use your birthday to your advantage. Something something joke about a fake marriage proposal for double the free service before Vere reminds you that it'd be quite unbelievable to your audience that he'd be getting married, but he's flattered you were up for the idea

Vere sticks by your side at any crowded establishments/venues. This is one of the few times that, if he can't just call someone over, he'll tell you to stay sitting while he gets the drinks. I hope you're honoured to not only have his undivided attention for the night, but some of his service!

Vere picking up the bill ?! Voluntarily ?! Even declining your attempt to pay ?! Though if you want to give him the money feel free ;) /silly /he will not take your money put it Away!!

Art gift art gift! His soft spot for handmade gifts works here too!! Debating if I'm endeared more by Vere thinking of what to draw super easily because it's you, or erasing multiple ideas (like the drawing of Mhin) because. It's you.

Hah.. Vere trying to do something related to your hobbies (e.g. I don't know. crocheting a little guy. cooking.). struggling.. getting annoyed but also refusing to give up... it's totally because of his image and pride and not because he really cares about you of course obviously. His respect for your interest grows even more if he's particularly bad at it.

MHIN

"They don't know how to celebrate [their birthday] though, or if they even should..." Okayyyy. We got two peas in a pod here

They try to gauge/ask about how you feel about your birthday. Instinctively, they want to do something, but I think Mhin's the quickest to worry that maybe you really don't want that, or that their ideas wouldn't be...good (enough)... They also face the most turmoil about buying or making a gift.

When it comes to plans, Mhin keeps it lowkey. If they know you enjoy the others' company or are their friends, they (begrudgingly) mention your birthday because even if they hate Vere and can't stand being around Leander too long, your birthday is important! They'd like to see you happy :-)

Your birthday comes around... you've forgotten... Mhin greets you with a gift... you're like ?! What's the occasion.. For a second they panic like oh my god it isn't your birthday? Anyway it turns out fine and they Very Lightly chide you for forgetting with a sigh

They schedule the day so they don't have commission work to do, and also finish working early the days leading up to it to look for a gift. Luckily, they pay attention to your interests, so they easily pick through things and get something thoughtful!! No worries about that fr :3 (I can also see them making something!! It's just... looking at their schedule.. um.. Wow.)

They also write a heartfelt letter that they Don't let you open until you've separated because they're embarrassed. It isn't very long, but it's sweet!

They want to treat you to food and take you stargazing among other things, but they keep reminding you that if you'd like to do something else, you can. And you're like Mhin no this is really nice thank you and they're . . . . (blush sprite) but trust you're being honest

The cats... orz. While I'm fascinated by the thought of Mhin as a supernatural cat whisperer, I'm endeared by the idea that the cats are just more affectionate that day without prompting and you get to say They Knew! who can say you're wrong!!

Mhin gets food for you and the cats want a piece... they struggle to say no but this is one of those times that hey, this isn't for you... they gently bump cats away and try to keep the meal out of reach... and then you're like you can have a bit little buddy :3 and Mhin's like ?! ... Of course you would

KURAS

?! Insert surprised Kuras sprite here. He knows he's often busy working and doesn't see you as much as he wants, but your birthday is soon and he's only finding out now? Do you know how ironic it is that the guy who forgets his own birthday is shocked you forgot (to mention) yours btw. You're both pointing at each other like Hello?? Kuras concedes and says Fair point

I think. He's pretty confident in making plans himself. But I'm also not sure if he's super aware of local events or fancy restaurants with how.. his life is... so maybe he asks Leander or Ais or other visitors.

He probably still has to work for a portion of the day, but trust that he keeps thinking of you when he has the time to spare. As soon as Kuras sees you, he's smiling and asking how your birthday's been so far, not letting you worry about his day at work.

He's more talkative today! Consider his openness a birthday gift alone—talking about the history of places, little funny stories, things he's done that people would be shocked by. He's also interested in you sharing stories too, and I think. Few have heard Kuras laugh. And YOU can and will be one of the few today!! Trust.

I don't think Kuras's gift would be handmade but that could depend on the time he has. Not to say that handmade gifts are The best and only ones ever. Trust that he'd have mulled over the decision and chosen with a lot of care!! Handing it to you, he describes his thought process and reassures you that if you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.

If it isn't cold, you end the night with a walk by the river! Maybe you talk about your day, or you can just appreciate the view and walk quietly together. But as someone with a winter birthday, I recognize those who might be unlucky with the weather. Sob. In that case,... I'd hope you get to stay at one of your homes... I feel like Kuras wouldn't want to bring you to the clinic like. LOL. He'd be pretty apologetic about that

Iirc Kuras like, radiates. warmth/heat. or something. So if that's at all correct, if it gets chilly as you walk place to place, he stays closer to you! Or at least offers to do so. Walking through town holding hands with the handsome angel doctor... Think about that. Yeah

AIS

Guy who deeply understands not admitting you enjoy thoughtful gestures or want a party. Everyone here has issues.

He's very good at keeping his plans a secret and playing it cool! It helps that your birthday is barely on your mind, so he can dismiss things as chores or boredom. Plus y'know groupmind stuff something working together something. He's so good you might think he's forgotten, or is super super chill about it.

You're at the Seaspring... Princess is excited... You're like Did something happen? Ais stares. "You didn't forget, did you?" Yes you absolutely did. He jokingly rolls his eyes and like, pats your head or hands you a gift or something and says happy birthday.

If he knows you'd enjoy a surprise party or something with the others, he'll make sure to find some time in the evening (if you aren't already planning on going to the Wet Wick)! But your birthday always ends with just the two of you so you can wind down and relax.

I see him being adamant about you making a wish. Like it's almost weird but also this makes sense to me...? Not sure why. Something something having something to look forward to, it's cute, something something

Walk with me. Matching jewelry. That wouldn't be his only gift though. I think Ais would get you something that's Very You or very helpful, even unexpectedly so!! He noticed an issue or inconvenience you've been dealing with without you even complaining about it.

Mm. Not beneath him to do a little prank gift beforehand though. Less Exploding Glitter, more opening a box to a smaller box then a smaller one and smaller one.

Princess BRINGING YOU A GIFT!! wouldn't that be lovely I dream of this. You give Ais no credit despite the note with his handwriting and Princess looks soo happy and Ais is playfully offended

At the end of the night, he asks if this birthday made up for all the bad ones, or ones you've missed. He has a lighthearted tone, but you hear the genuine curiosity laced in his question. When you say yes, his smile softens into something more genuine. "Good. You deserve it."

ALL

Partyayyyy!! These are Vibes for sure. But they're all behaving themselves and being.. nice enough.. if they're all purposefully in the same space for a (relatively) long period of time,, that says something about you! Great and powerful influence!! Even if they're bickering, individually, I prOMISE they hope you have a good birthday!

If this is a modern AU you bet your ass Leander is going Group Picture/Selfie :D !! Now do a silly one LIKFNSJHGBJHBG

I can imagine him, Vere, and Ais all saying some version of "You want us/these guys to do anything? It's your birthday" which is why I didn't put this in their solos like Ok ms repetitive. Leander's feels more sincere, Vere and Ais are fully prepared to take the piss. You can get some weird ass bet or situation going on. Ais will start a fight in your honour #happybirthday before punching someone in the FACE! (He will also refrain from starting one if That's your wish)

Sure you can open all their gifts in front of them... As long as you're prepared for snarky comments and ranking of gifts from your audience. It isn't a competition but as soon as you pick up Leander's gift Vere is giving it a 0/10 throw it in the trash it's probably some experimental beverage that tastes like the bottom of his boot LFMSGHJHB

(Though I think Mhin would be the most against the idea so you might open theirs later)

Also. I think this works with multiple LIs if not All of them but if you're ever like, you didn't have to do this, why did you do this for me, etc. etc. they tease you like, Did you forget it's your birthday again? We've been celebrating for a while already.

reg... so sorry if it's not ur birthday anymore when u see this.. i don't think it will be.. SOB i forgot about timezones oh my goodness... I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE!! :') am honored u let me write this. Kicking my feet jumping up and down 🤍 🤍

[kattsmuse]

TF 141 Flirting Styles and Love Languages

What started as an ask from Ty ( @siriuslysmutty ) turned into a really long ramble, mostly because of Johnny. I decided to break it into a mini series. Here's how I think Johnny would flirt, and fail miserably at a suave first impression. This man thinks he's so cool and alluring, which he is... but when he tries to be, he trips over himself.

Note: I personally do not write accents/spell the way they sound because I find it difficult for myself to do as well as difficult for some individuals to read.

Please see this post for more information on my reasonings for this

Remember lead with kindness <3

Johnny McTavish Flirting Headcannon

I was probably the most torn on Johnny. I feel as though he exists somewhere between feral little shit and adhering to his religion. I don't think it's as much of a "one or the other" situation. While I love the idea of Johnny not wanting to be intimate until marriage (and proposing while he's grinding all up on you so he can have a taste), I don't think that's the most realistic for him. I think Johnny is very flirty, fails at it, and uses it as a broken mask.

He sees you in a bar and just cannot take his eyes off of you. He isn't so innocent in his gaze, but he waits. He does his utmost to read your body language and ensure you're not married. Glance down the finger, no ring - nor is there a tan line where a ring should be. Watching the men you interact with. Not one of them has an ounce of familiarity. At a bare minimum you are on a first date. While Johnny is observant, he's also incredibly impulsive.

He's tried to learn from John. Observe, gather information, plan, approach. Johnny can be patient, but that patience wears thin all too quickly. In comparison, John's patience is like a quilt compared to Johnny's tinfoil. Once Johnny can be sure you're not outwardly committed, he approaches. Every ripple of his muscles burn with anticipation as he grows closer to you.

He's got it all planned out in his mind. Some charming pick-up line and you'll be putty in his hands.... (giggles and little devil emoji)

He sits beside you, opens his mouth to speak. But instead of a charming one-liner or something to make you laugh... his nerves get the better of him and all that comes out is the fastest line of gibberish you'd ever heard. It can't even be fully blamed on his accent. He was harboring so much anxiety to speak to you, that every word tripped over the other. Even the most articulate speaker in your native language would have made zero sense with how quickly he spoke.

You blink for a second and look at him, your brows knit together. "Excuse me?" That was all you could say, unsure how to even begin deciphering whatever it was that just blurted from his mouth. The man beside you that had walked over with so much confidence actually had a dusting of rose on the tops of his cheeks. You couldn't help but soften a bit at his embarrassment. You'd probably be mortified if it happened to you.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, whatever pick-up line that was in his mind suddenly gone when your gaze met his.

Johnny is a flirty man, normally mildly offensive and towing the line of cat-calling. But he got so flustered in front of you he found it difficult to put the pieces of his mask back in place.

"Didn't mean to stumble that hard-" Johnny huffed, grumbling under his breath. Only parts of his words emphasized by the pitch of his voice.

"Want to try again? I can pretend I didn't see it?" Normally, you'd have told him to piss off by now, but you found his little hiccup amusing and rather endearing. It humanized him in your eyes. A man trying to flirt with a girl he liked, not some sleaze ball trying to get into your pants directly. It was a fine line that you made room for.

"Nah- I'd just settle for a name." He'd recovered from the misstep rather well, a slight smirk curled in the corners of his lips. You noticed the way he had pronounced his words that he was Scottish. His vowels rising and falling, some consonants missing from the way he spoke, and there was a melodic quality to his voice. It was dynamic, not a hint of flattened tone to find.

The more the two of you speak, the more you grow comfortable and the more flirtatious he gets. At some point, you find him shamelessly staring at your chest, but you're not put off by it as much as you'd expect. It's usually coupled with some half-baked dirty joke that your own crude humor finds amusing. He knows it's corny, you can tell by the look in his eye.

Johnny is the type of man who intends to flirt with his words, but sometimes he speaks so fast you don't pick up on what exactly he's saying. But his intention is always clear. Johnny is a shameless flirt, especially once you two are together. Once you're more comfortable with one another his true flirting style comes to the surface.

Johnny isn't a poet. He's actually very bad with words. He doesn't have the most subtle gaze. He will fully get distracted by you while you're talking to him.

Johnny flirts with his body. He's always wanting to touch you. While a slap on the bottom or a quick grope in the comfort of your own home is always a tell-tale sign from him of his affection for you, it is also his gentleness need to always have physical contact with you.

At a restaurant, he's always wanting to hold your hand across the table, or resting his leg against yours under the table. He wants to hold your hand all the time, always wrapping his arms around you from behind, always kissing your shoulder. If he's touching you, he's happy. Johnny is a feral man, but he also thrives on his gentle intimacy. Brushing your hair, caressing your arms, non-sexual massages.

Even with more literal flirting, from that first time meeting him, he would hold your gaze, then look down to your lips. It's not subtle, but alluring all the same. He jokes and touches. He's a physical flirt.

[kaiserboom]

I have req- imagine the more charismatic confident characters e.g gojo, kuroo get burnt out after working to hard and yn comforts them by idk massaging them or feeding them ahh🫠🫠

Take care :)

a/n: i love this idea sm!! I couldn't think abt any more characters so I just did the one that you listed-so hopefully that's ok! AND TAKE CARE ASWELL!!

notes: lol kuroo might come out has fanon- because apparently its not "Canon" he an science nerd.. but who brings up scientific words in an insult,

notes 2: also- I decided make kuroo "working to hard"smthin along him and volleyball because idek what I could do with timeskip!kuroo job. so since this fluff and wasn't smut, this kuroo is highschool one.

reminder that requests are opened!

content: pure fluff.

reader: fem! reader

Gojo satoru

𝗜 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗘! 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕��!

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being in kitchen; making dinner for you and your husband; since you knew he be tired when he comes back from work; so you decided make his favorite.

your attention fully went to the door, your poor husband has finally come home, a bit later than usually but he still came home!, you were expecting your daily-after work kisses. but you felt no peck on your lips or even your cheeks,leaving you to feel a bit neglected.

you turned around, to see him doze off on the couch, head drawn back, his legs rested upon a foot Stoll, and of course, his muddy and stained shoes were staining the fabric, or should I say the brand new fabric, the one you got has an wedding gift. it made your eye twitch.

you knew he wasn't asleep; it was almost unlikely to see him sleep, but you also knew that Satoru had a bad sleeping habit. you knew how tiring your husband's job was.

so just this once you decided to not yell at him, even for bringing in muddy shoes in the house, feeling like you could do something, to bring back cheerful satoru back, you begin to start Rambling through the drawers and even the cabinets trying desperately to find the sweets you bought from the market, about several hours ago, once finally finding the labeled goods. you approach him, he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow up at you,

"fuck- sorry baby.. I didn't kiss you yet," he was about to stand up, but you managed to convince him to sit back down, "toru...just stay where you are" he stares, at you. shock? yes. but mostly impressed you have the guts to boss the "strongest", around. he stares at you for an while before speaking "ah, your bossing me around? me? the strongest-"

no matter how tired this man is, he always find a way to express his huge ego, of course you weren't in the mood to hear all that. you shove one of the honeyed moichi in his mouth, its caught him by suprise but his hearts melts to the thought of you buying him sweets.

"aww sweetie? really?" he looks up at you still nibbling on the mochi you just almost force down his throat, with an melting expression, you sighed. sitting next to him on the couch, hand-feeding him. five minutes had past; and you still find yourself hand feeding him,

"hey... you do know you have hands right?" he displays a cheeky grin at your direction.

you groan seeing how the moichi stuck on his teeth, you could see it even more when he grinned. "gross toru.." you sighed, hands reaching in the bag, you felt his eyes burning into you, your eyes made it way back at him, you paused for a second before realizing he was staring at you- his blue eyes almost gave you a fright, "what?" you speak, rolling at your eyes, watching how he couldn't even talk properly.

"I haven't given you that kiss yet." he leans in, lips curving in an mooch. you paused before, moving away "ew-gross! toru!..." he whines, "whyyy nottt..." he whines even more this time, you look up at him, is he stupid?, why would you kiss someone with moichi all over there face.. you knew satoru would keep on whining, and eventually form an tantrum until he gets what he wants, so you sigh in defeat. letting him peck kisses, across your face.

"thank you,... for this... and comforting me.. such a good wife for me." you can't help but spasm at his sweeten praises.

Kuroo Tetsurō

𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻! 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗞𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢!

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studying after school with Kuroo, was a huge mistake. first of all. he had to make everything about science-you lean backwards on your chair? well great. you now just earned yourself an huge lecture about how your going to regret that when your older. your not focusing on your assignment?, he going to rant to you, about how even kenma managed to finish his.

but worse of all, was hearing his complains about volleyball- "you should've seen what coach made me do today" you roll your eyes, prepare hear the most brain consuming conversation in your whole life,

"you been whining all day, do you want an massage?" you suddenly decided to blurt that out, you could promise to yourself, it was an joke. but the way kuroo face lightens up, its makes you wanna take it all back.

"you can't take it back" he mutters, "Wasn't planning on it, idiot" he lets out and low-toned chuckle "me an idiot? aren't you the one who begged me to help you study?"he lets out an snarky comment, yeah that's enough-you get up from your seat, approaching kuroo. at first you didn't even know where to massage first, you decided to start upon his back, gently touching his back, rubbing circles movements, he somehow manages to succumb to the feeling, even lets out an groan; melting into your sweeten touch.

"mhm- move a bit more...nah- not there, move left...y/n. my left" you can't help but murmur a few threats; saying your going break his back, if he doesn't stop bossing you around.

"can you shut up?" you finally managed to utter something, he looks up at you. "shut up?, that's harsh, but anyways did you know-" you cut him off, by caressing his biceps.

"no kuroo. I don't know and I actually don't care," he rolls his eyes at you. he finally lets out an grunt, when you finally managed to find the spot that was holding all his stress, rubbing pretty circles, around his clothed back. you can't help but enjoy this too.

"y/n." you glanced up "hmm?" wondering what he will say "thanks, I needed that" you can't help but smile, maybe kuroo wasn't an annoying nerd after all, "it's ok-" but right before you could even say your gratitude to him. he had to open his nerdy mouth wide.

"I guess you didn't know that-" he utters something "shut up kuroo, I Don't wanna hear your facts.." you roll your eyes, his eyes dart right at you.

"no idiot, I wanted to say. I guess you don't know that I like you."

note: lol everytime u cut kuroo off, that was also the times he wanted ask u out.

[airedelalmena]

Absolutely wild the sheer level of influence that the fashion world is currently taking from butch lesbian and transmasculine people...ironically also the least likely to be present "in the room" in that world, even now, aside from a small tokenized few.

I love fashion. But on a social cultural level I just find it interesting that it's so clearly and specifically from us, even while the fashion world typically looks down on us as a group that's helplessly out of style, "don't take care of themselves" as code for not fem enough, or just not "cool" enough in the general mindset to associate with outright. (Especially those who confirm only liking women or being fully butch or fully trans male i.e. no "role bending" or ambiguity about it.)

Especially it's the young ones of us who dress and play around with ideas like you see here. I remember purposely doing socks with sandals and weird 70s inspired stuff in my late teens, years ago, when it was still "outdated" and hadn't swung back around to "chic" yet. The way that they watch what our kids are doing and copy it, but add their money and prestige to the game, "elevating it" and only "doing us" ironically, with a twist.

From 2012 to now I couldn't open a fashion magazine without seeing some form of this. Directly before that and with a few years of overlap it was flirting with the amab version of this, with models like Andreja Pejic pre-coming out and lookalikes by the dozen.

Now, we have more imitation than ever, but it all feels very "slumming it" and doesn't feel sincere, just glossy, taking what they want ala "heroin chic" done by non-addict socialites who won't die or lose friends to it. And in our case, we're still too uncool to credit, except indirectly via broad swipes like "queer" (at most confirmed) or "androgynous" to put off the straight girl audience less.

So many thoughts.

jay jang by ted min for esquire korea march 2025

[millieisawriter]

i believe i'll become a different person and a menace to my neighbors once my harmonica arrives, and it inspired me to write this. it's not a fanfic, but it's something after such a long break.

headcannons: arthur morgan x reader obsessed with playing harmonica

arthur saw the harmonica while he was in town one day. he thought it'll be a nice gift. he's never seen you play any instrument, but he thought why not. there was only so much you could do in camp.

let me tell you, the way it shocked him how elated you were to see the harmonica. literally, you couldn't have been happier even if he had proposed.

you had no idea how to play it, but how hard could it be? the moment your eyes widened when you took the instrument in your hands was when arthur knew the camp won't be getting much rest.

like i said–you had no idea how to play the harmonica. however, that did not stop you from trying. you spent hours, days even, on figuring the instrument out. i don't think i need to say after some time it started to annoy the gang.

arthur did try to distract you, going all romantic on you and all that. but it always ended like "okay, arthur, baby, i gotta go practice my harmonica now."

however, the real nightmare started once you figured out how the instrument works. then you started trying to play actual songs. it all started with oh my darling clementine. don't get me wrong, you got good with practice, but hearing the same song 100 times in one day would set anyone off.

arthur would literally have nightmares about you playing oh my darling clementine. this man isn't escaping the harmonica terror even in his sleep. and it's all his own fault, he should've never given it to you.

also, you'll insist to "play him to sleep". he's never heard a more annoying sound while trying to fall asleep. but he lets you believe he likes it. and pretends to fall asleep to it. when you see he's "asleep", you put the harmonica down and go to sleep yourself. that is when he actually falls asleep.

i feel like the only person who would never consider your harmonica obsession a problem would be sean. any time of the day and night, he's always down to have a drink accompanied by the sound of the harmonica.

jack likes it too. he finds it boring that you can play only one song, but you'll totally figure out more with time.

grimshaw definitely whoops your ass for playing the harmonica instead of doing chores. you insist you're actually improving the gang's morale with your music. (you're not)

the person hating it the most though? javier. your harmonica annoys the fuck out of him when he's trying to play his guitar. or when he's playing by the fire and you insist on playing together.

people are angry with arthur for getting you the harmonica, and he totally understands why, but he'll obviously defend your honor in their faces. however, he then secretly starts trying to hide the instrument from you.

you always find it. you have practically developed a 6th sense that connects you with your harmonica. it's like a 1899 version of an airtag. no matter where he hides it, you find it every time. you subconscious just knows.

[starry-bi-sky]

For your Martha Knight AU I'm curious about Ellie.

I am too! I haven't put much thought into her role, and I suppose that since its a genderbent au, she'd be Eli huh?

Man,,,, i won't lie Ellie is such a non-thought of mine, and I blame canon for making her so narratively insignificant that she feels like narrative deadweight. 90% of the time I forget about her while making aus up until someone asks me about her, and when they do I blink for a moment and go 'oh sHIT WAIT--' like a parent that forgot to pick up their child from school.

it's why i made her non-existent in the blood blossom au and in the stillborn au because i didnt wanna deal with finding a place for her in the narrative lol.

At least in the stillborn au there's a legitimate narrative reason for it. The reason being that it'd contradict Danny and Vlad's relationship, since Ellie canonically is proof of Vlad giving up on convincing Danny to join his side, and stillborn Vlad would NEVER.

In the blood blossom au I don't have any in-world excuse, i just didn't wanna deal with her. Sorry boo </3

ANYWAYS to ACTUALLY answer your question,,,, for the sake of things I'll say he's Eli now, and that he exists. Just for fun. And I guess that his significance in the story is about the same up until Danny ends up disowned and homeless? There isn't much he can do to help his sister after, and she doesn't really want his -- or anyone else's -- help right now. She wants to be left alone, so he reluctantly does.

Though I think he follows suit and changes his name after Danny's disowned, from Daniel Fenton to Elijah Knight.

He does find out that she's pregnant around the same time Sam and Tucker do, which is about a few weeks after she panic calls Jazz about it. He needs an impromptu health lesson about how that works, which is embarrassing for everyone all around.

Other than that though,,, up until Bruce is born there isn't much for him to do? It's important to me that Martha/Danny is relatively and largely alone during this time, plus it's not like she has the money or space to keep Eli with her while she's traveling around the US.

I think he plays a more active role though after Bruce is born and Martha settles down in Gotham! He adores his nephew and sobbed when he first saw him because he couldn't comprehend how teeny he was, he had to sit down before Martha let him hold Bruce because she was afraid he might drop him.

I haven't really decided yet whether or not Bruce knows about his Mom being a halfa growing up, so far my general consensus has been that Martha keeps it a secret from him at first due to a number of things. Some of it being trauma related, the other being that kids have no concept of secrecy and she's scared Bruce might accidentally tell other kids that his mommy has superpowers and suddenly they'll have the GIW knocking on their doors like ICE.

Another is that she doesn't know if Bruce inherited any of her powers, and she worries that if she tells Bruce about them before they manifest in Bruce, he'll get his hopes up. The last thing she wants to do is break her baby's heart if he doesn't have any.

BUT, if she's keeping it secret from Bruce, then so is Eli.

Overall though,,,, there isn't really much for Eli to do lol. Which is my exact problem with him. But! Those are some of my ideas for him.

[too-tired-omg]

Hands I'd recognise

Jegulus minific. WC: 936

TW: major character death, suicided thoughts? (Implied), angst no comfort (kinda)

(It's my first fic, I have no idea what I'm doing)

James knew he shouldn't have done it.

Sirius told him. Lily told him. Remus told him. He had told him. Kinda.

But he could just... not.

After Regulus disappeared, everything seemed so dull. True, they were broken up. True, he had chosen them instead of him. But also true, he couldn't stop loving him just like that.

And so, in a desperate attempt of keeping him close, James convinced Sirius to go back with him to Grimmund Place. He would've never asked Sirius to do it, but... he was a desperate man in love, trying to hold onto something, anything, to keep his lover close.

Sirius stood guard outside the door of Regulus' room. Noone was gonna come, Orion and Walburga both dead way before his youngest son vanished, but you couldn't ask an older brother to see the dust and the rumpled sheets of his younger brother, James could barely hold the sight himself. But he did. While Sirius stood outside, he looked. He searched. He moved every piece of furniture, of (almost inexistent) decorations. He needed something, anything. And he found everything.

A house elf, Kretcher, crying in a corner so quietly he wasn't surprised he hadn't seen him. A locket, carefully held on Kretcher's hands.

A notepad by his side, with a ripped out page and full of scratched out versions of a note, the same note:

To the Dark Lord

I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. And know that someone someday will finish what I've started.

R.A.B

He read over and over all the versions. Looking for an answer. And that's when his eyes locked on a little doodle on the last page. A star inside of the sun. Next to it, 3 lines.

I wish I could tell you where I'm going, but it's safer this way. Just know that I love you, I know you won't forget me. And one day you'll be happy with me in your memory"

R.A.B.

"Kretcher," James said, surprising himself with a steady voice. "Take me with him"

The sobbing stopped momentarily next to him.

"Ma-master Regulus sa-sa-said noone wa-was to ev-er find the-the cave"

"Take me to him," James insisted. "Do it for him"

----

James couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. He just knew one moment he was holding Regulus handwriting in his hand outside of a cave, and the next, he was standing on an island inside said cave. Kretcher was shaking next to him, and only then, James noticed he was soaking wet.

"He drank from there and then... they took him," said the house elf

"Took him where?" James felt like it wasn't him talking, but he was very much agreeing with what was coming out of his mouth.

A scrawny long finger pointed past him into the water. James looked, then back at Kretcher, then turned towards the start of the water.

"Go back, tell Sirius that i had to go. Tell him... I'm sorry, but I- I just can't leave him alone"

Tears had started falling, blurring his sight, but he didn't need it where he was going. He took a step.

Crack.

Kretcher was gone

Another step.

He remembered those gray stormy eyes.

The water was so close.

Another step.

That cutting smirk.

He could fall and drown on the edge if he fell.

Another step.

His cunning remarks.

The water reached his ankles.

Another step.

His hands .

The water was so cold.

Another step.

His rings.

A hand pulled out of the water and grabbed him. Hard. Punishing.

He was dragged down the water at an incredible speed, faster than he could've swam up. Another hand held him by the hip. He tried to escape. More hands found him and pulled him down.

He gasped for air like he wasn't 3 meters down the water. Many more hands.

The hands were mean. Pulled and grabbed and took and claimed. And that's how he knew. Suddenly, he felt his face being taken between soft hands. Caring and tender soft hands. Soft hands with many rings. Hands he would've recognised anywhere, even in the brink of death. Hands he would've recognised even if they had been mean. And then nothing else mattered.

He remembered one time, out in the Astronomy tower, late at night. Reg was telling him the myths the stars carried with them while laying on his lap and letting him play with his hair.

"Pyramus went to look for Thysbe that night." He had said."He found nothing but the bloody veil she had left behind in an attempt to escape the lion that tried to kill her. But he didn't know that, so he killed himself with his own sword"

James had only thought of how lovely his hair looked under the moonlight and how beautiful his voice sounded and the way his eyes... his eyes were looking at him a bit angry.

"Are you listening to me, Potter?"

James had smiled so hard he almost closed his eyes.

"Of course I am, amor"

"As i was saying," Regulus continued. "When Thysbe came back to fund her lover dead, she followed suit"

"I would too," James said under his breath. "If it had been you, I would've followed too"

Regulus had looked so lovely blushing under the moon.

[finniestoncrane]

BEGGING you to write a facesitting fic with AK Eddie and a male reader, idc who's receiving!! Please xoxo 💚💚💚

Arkham!Riddler x Male!Reader, word count: ok yeah this is PERFECT for him, so i've gone with the concept of eddie putting someone's mouth to far better use than just yapping and annoying him (although he is also a candidate for being forced to shut the fuck up lmao) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: reader has a penis, rimming, face sitting, domming, kind of angry sex but isn't all sex angry sex with him? sick of him honestly u-u

The floor of his work room was cold, but not clinical. It was far from it. Dirty, cracked, mostly exposed concrete and stone. But it didn't stop you from immediately getting down onto it and laying on your back when he demanded it. So there you found yourself, your body positioned beneath him, his over yours. He had squatted directly over your head, facing towards your feet. For a while he had hovered just above you, so you had to force your neck up and your tongue out to satisfy him, but now he had graciously lowered his slender, bony ass down onto you, raising himself only when he assumed you needed to breathe.

There was no denying that you had crossed a line. It couldn't be easy to come back from having your tongue as deep as it would go inside your boss' asshole, your saliva spread from the top of his cheeks to the back of his balls. But you would cross that bridge when you came to it. Besides, there was barely any time to consider it before Eddie had interrupted you with more of his rambling.

"Do not mistake this as my needing any kind of assistance or physical affection. I'd hate for you to get ideas above your station."

But it was too late, those ideas were already swimming in your head. The beautiful thought that maybe Eddie had needed this, wanted it, as badly as you did. It was him who suggested it after all. He could rant and rave for as long as he wanted about this being nothing but an excuse to relieve some tension and to give you something to do besides talking or bothering him. Something you could do well, at least.

Just the idea alone of him conjuring up the means to request that you service his tight, puckered hole, along with the fact that you could now consider yourself lucky enough to know what the Edward Nigma tasted like, was enough to have your own arousal reaching a dangerously uncomfortable level. So with a frought hand, you palmed at your growing erection, stiffening length pressed tight against the front of your pants, begging for the friction that would lead to release.

"And don't even think about gaining any pleasure from this yourself. Take your useless, clumsy hands away from yourself and keep your focus on this task."

He brought down the countless sheets of paper with a loud smack, enough of them clenched in his fist to make some impact on your chest. You had thought his attention was focused solely on those, his various plans and screeds of unintelligible writing, but you supposed he might actually find it difficult to concentrate now, despite his insistence to the contrary.

Clearly, this was not going to be all fun, but you could get what you needed from knowing Eddie was pleased, at least.

"One thing at a time, you idiot, you can barely afford the brain power to take on one chore, do not add another. I want all of your attention on my needs. No. Not. Not needs. Please, just focus that incessant wagging tongue and that wandering mind on me only. As it should always be."

He had faltered a little, letting some inner thoughts slip. He wasn't all that clever, not socially, and you found him often letting little things slide through the carefully constructed facade that he wore for everyone around, even himself. But he managed to reset himself, finding his control once more, that little bit of elevation from degrading you that pushed his ego back out in front.

"I do believe that this might be the best use for that incessant mouth of yours yet. So quiet, so peaceful. That is the only reason you're there, beneath me. To keep you from wittering on and bothering me."

You wondered, silently, if he knew the effect that his cruel words had on you. And if he knew, would he be worse? Or would he withold that delight from you as a sinister punishment.

Your fingers twitched as you considered it, almost moving once again to your cock, but you found something else for them to focus on, letting them curl around Eddie's ankles, steadying him as you pressed your tongue deeper into him. Each digit clawed at his grimy work boots, at the torn cuffs of his pants, as you tried to restrai your needs. But you could feel your hips moving, grinding into the air, helplessly, hopelessly, trying to relieve the pressure behind your zipper.

So instead, you focused on putting all of your effort into Eddie. Every so often, when he lifted himself to let you breathe, you could see his balls tightening, raising, his cock so erect you couldn't see it from this angle, completely stiff and out straight. You lapped furiously, teeth scraping against his cheeks where they could find purchase, tongue firm, strained, as you tried to get deeper within him, finding yourself groaning as his hole opened and closed. His taste on your tongue and at the back of your throat, salted sweat between his cheeks adding to the culinary delight. His scent, the musky odour from his ass, hard work and sacrifice creating a unique assault on the senses.

And your efforts proved fruitful, as Eddie let out his own soft sound of what could only be appreciation. He was quick, however, to discount it.

"Please, don't read that reaction as anything more than an involuntary biological response, I am still human after all. This is pleasant only for the fact that I have yet to hear you distract me from my work."

He hadn't expected a response, didn't want one. But that didn't mean you weren't going to push your luck in the brief moment you had where your mouth wasn't buried between his ass cheeks.

"Yes, sir."

It was risky, perhaps a little too flirtatious to be looked over, maybe viewed as unwarranted affection that would likely make Eddie angrier. And what you were really hoping for was an outcome that involved a more relaxed boss to work alongside for the rest of the day, and perhaps a repeat tomorrow when you purposefully pushed his buttons once more.

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Lin x Bumi

Lin gets badly hurt and Bumi can't come because he is a commander and when he does come Lin thinks he does not care for her .

make it angst pleas

Hiii! Even though this is angst, I had a lot of fun writing this🥰

Thanks for the prompt!

The letter had arrived in the morning. By evening, Bumi had paced enough steps on the deck to have reached Republic City on foot. His whole life, the Commander wished he was an airbender but for the first time, he wished he could will the water to freeze so he could walk his way to Lin.

How could he abandon his ship? Had it been Tenzin or one of his kids, Commander Bumi would have the perfect excuse. But Lin was nobody to him- even if in reality she was. And that meant he could abandon Lin?

But Iroh was there- he would take care of things. Iroh knew how he felt about her and maybe, just maybe, she would let the young General into her space and allow him help her.

Bumi couldn't fathom what Amon must have put his Lin through. It was precarious- their relationship. He wanted to be with her, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. That not having bending wasn't all that bad- he came a long way without it, didn't he? But of course, all of that was assuming Lin wanted him by her side. She wasn't some kind of injured bird who'd let him pick her up and put her back together. If anything, Lin was like a feral pygmy puma who'd hide away while she licked her wounds, out of sight. Bumi would be but a worried vagabond with a bowl full of food in hand and no idea where she might be taking sanctuary.

But on the flip side, maybe she wanted him there. Bumi pressed his hand against his chest and hoped, prayed to the spirits- if there were any listening to his heart in that moment- not for a lot though. Just for even the tiniest part of Lin to wish he was there.

Just then, another notice arrived.

It was suffice to that Lin felt completely miserable. For the first time her emotional pain was physical- or her physical pain was emotional- she couldn't decide which, but it was the worst kind she was sure. Naturally, she hid her agony well. It was true, she was more worried about Korra- the Avatar's bending mattered more than hers in the grand scheme of things. And somewhere in her own torment of pain and worry for the world, Lin realized she was hurting more because he wasn't by her side.

For once, it wasn't Tenzin whom she wanted to be comforted by. But as misfortune would have it, the airbender kept hovering around her. She couldn't bear it. Amon's cage was less torture than having Tenzin check in on her every five minutes.

Bumi was not going to leave his fleet- not when Iroh was here already. The Commander had no reason to be there- he had responsibilities- the same way the Chief is responsible for her city. She lost her bending to protect her people.

But say the Commander of the United Forces was unimaginably incapacitated, would the Chief happen to take some time off?

Generally, Lin avoided dwelling on these thoughts entirely, but while she was indisposed, thinking about Bumi brought her some respite. It didn't matter that she was missing him and how it made her sad that their nameless relationship came devoid of all expectations- Bumi floating through her mind was remedy enough.

Hopefully Katara would be able to help- if not her, at least Korra. Even if the old waterbender used up all her healing capabilities to help the Avatar, Lin wouldn't complain. Maybe she'd perserve. Maybe she'd still train at the metalbending academy. Or, just maybe, she'd retire and put herself above others.

Perhaps she'd find Bumi in the middle of the ocean and convince him to run off with her.

No. Never. Clearly Bumi didn't care as much as she did.

If she ever retired, Bumi would be the last person to see her.

Lin put her coat on over her uniform as she made her way to the Republic City dock. Katara was their only hope now- and that was the only hope she was going to allow herself to cling to.

But just as she got on board—

"Chief Linny Beifong!!"

[inchidentally]

if i see one more ‘oscar’s reaction to lando’s comment about max’ video im gonna blow up!! you mean oscar turning his head to talk to george?? truly dont understand why ppl want them to be petty and bitchy like you Want your drivers to act this way??

(if you don’t know what im talking about i envy your peace and implore you not to disturb it by finding out)

I have no idea what that's about and someone has done some insane level of misreading bc I literally slo mo everything and couldn't say what this is about ???

wait... is it what me and Lola saw as Oscar's "Max F face" when Lando got sassy about Max in the weird truck thing to the cool down room (and oh my god when will ppl learn norstappen is ride or die they literally say this stuff to wind up the media and then P runs up and hugs uncle Lando days later) bc that was literally Oscar going "oh mate" the same way Max F does when Lando starts saying uwu kitten to him while making his character crawl around on his knees during stream aslfgasjlfglsa like if that's what ppl are crashing out over then they are going to d!e of a heart attack before we get halfway thru the season ???

but yea honestly guys I mean it when I say that if you're already feeling pissed off by the nonsense then it's time to restrict and curate to follow-only feeds <3 when a team is at the front then the insanity in fandom reaches fever pitch so trust me it's only going to get worse! I have no interest in forgetting that real things in life matter and getting into rages over millionaires driving absurd cars in male dominated sports is literally a living death like I couldn't imagine the bile of regret if I spent a second of life crashing out over a misconception of what one millionaire athlete said or thought or looked about another. it's fine for me to be stupid over them for my own amusement as long as I'm enjoying myself but I saw so many ppl lose it over charlos wars only for them to this very day seek each other out and speak tenderly of each other and their gfs still being besties. what a waste of time to fight with strangers on sm and spend valuable hours w blood boiling for these two men to still just be friends like ??

fortunately as far as the landoscar side of it, all the ppl who have been around since the mcl was a shitbox aren't the problematic hyper intense rpf types who get competitive over real life friendships or lose track of real life vs fantasy. in general landoscar tends to lose those fans as fast as they latch on bc we love Lily and we don't deny Lando's love life ~whatever it may be~ and Lando and Oscar haven't done the whole PR bromance for fans so there's nothing to like "uphold". those fans get bored and move on to another ship (rip but I think bear nelli is their next target)

and we've all fully been here for how gradually and carefully Lando and Oscar have decided to get to know each other and that all the closeness they have now is fully natural and real instead of part of it being just to appease fans/appeal to sponsors. and god knows we're prepared by the constant hammering of the same gd brocedes-centric question that yes they will have tensions and probably some difficult moments - but also, they've committed to each other and built the current car together and instituted degrees of professionalism as well as mutual respect that these disaster pairings never have. those others just assumed being tight as friends would see them through being direct competitors whereas landoscar's friendship has only now fully blossomed after they've put in the work to build their partnership. they only started hanging out socially after the car became competitive at the front and the awkwardness of who to favor became an issue. and ironically, despite tensions arguably racking up in terms of chasing a WDC, they've been looking more relaxed and closer as friends than ever. big surprise but them laying healthy groundwork and communication before anything else might end up paying off !

like yes fandom at large will always live in a parallel universe of made up drama - but in terms of reality I think it's entirely possible that even in the times they're fighting landoscar will ultimately be underwhelming for Bob Netflix and the people who want to see blood/screaming matches/friendship-ruining statements to the media. it's looking to be more like tensions/disagreements and then they calm down and go back to long stretches of nothing to the point where twt has to latch onto stuff that didn't even happen just to feel something like I'm sorry but they might be too emotionally well regulated and have a healthy perspective on this sport and both said they have lives and futures outside it asfgslajfgasjl