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INTRODUCING REBELCAPTAIN SMUT WEEKEND MONTH
I'd made a promise to make something smutty, and I'm here to keep that promise. In the legacy of the much beloved Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend, I'm organizing a Rebelcaptain Smut Weekend Month! Since I felt like a single weekend was just not enough time for all the smutty goodness, I thought why not do four weekends instead? This gives us more to look forward to and more time to create.
SCHEDULE: the event will run during May, every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (so that means May 3-5, 10-12, 17-19, and 24-26)
RULES
✩ the obvious ones: your creation has to be about Jyn and Cassian, and since it's a smut themed month, it should be at least a little spicy!
✩ I'll be using the tag rcsmutmonth for organization. feel free to tag your creations with it too so we can all find each other's works!
✩ no sign-ups required, anyone can participate. if you see a prompt you like, and you want to make something for it, go ahead!
✩ any type of fanwork is welcome! fanfic, fanart, gifset, graphics, rec lists... you name it.
✩ I provided nine prompts for each weekend as inspiration, but don't feel constricted if you don't like them. the point of this event is to encourage more smutty content for our beloved ship, so if you have other ideas in mind, go for it! as for the prompts, use as many as you like and mix them up if you want to.
✩ generally, I encourage you guys to post on the weekend, but don't feel bad if you can't get it done on time. this is a low-commitment, low-pressure event. we're all busy irl so if you're lagging a little behind, post it anyway! we'll be happy to see it whenever it's ready <3
✩ tag appropriately! if triggers or kinks appear in your work, don't forget to list them.
✩ any other questions, thoughts, ideas? let me know! this is my first time organizing such an event, so I'm sure I'm forgetting something
PROMPTS UNDER THE CUT
✩ May 3-5
last night on earth sex ┃ distraction ┃ "Touch me already."
sex pollen ┃ aphrodisiac ┃ "Tell me how much you want me."
"we're alive" sex ┃ birthday ┃ "I want you to take whatever you need from me."
✩ May 10-12
wet dream ┃ forbidden┃ "Want me to stop?" "Don't you dare."
hate/angry sex ┃ favor ┃ "We can wait if you want-" "We've waited long enough."
praise kink ┃ possessive ┃ "Tell me I'm the one. Tell me there's no one else."
✩ May 17-19
orgasm denial ┃ strip ┃ "Do I need to tie you up?"
snowed in ┃ undercover ┃ "Convince me this is real."
under the stars ┃ uniform ┃ "Say my name. I want to hear you say it."
✩ May 24-26
make-up sex ┃ elevator ┃ "I can’t get off unless I’m thinking about you."
accidental voyeurism ┃ sparring ┃ "Think we'll get caught?"
reunion sex ┃ honeymoon ┃ "On your knees, Captain/Sergeant."
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cinnamon and spice
Wednesday Addams x Reader
Summary: You share a hot chocolate and a few smooches with Wednesday.
Requested by anon
A/N: This story is part of my Christmas Special event.
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Christmas eve in Nevermore had to be one of your favorite times of the year, the whole school was decorated in warm orange blinking lights and there was at least one Christmas tree in each dorm; the big one standing tall in the middle of the garden outside, between the lunch tables.
The nights were exceptionally cold and the days were usually warm with sunlight reflecting upon the fresh white snow. Most classes were tuned down this time of year, giving the students a break to enjoy the many holiday activities if they so desired.
Your day had been filled with snowball fights and best snowman competitions with Enid, Ajax, and Xavier. But right now, you were carefully preparing two mugs of hot chocolate for you and a certain raven-haired girl.
You had tried to get Wednesday to participate in all the fun today, but she had been more than happy to just bury her boots in the snow and enjoy the cold in peace, discreetly keeping an eye on you at all times. So now, when most students are sleeping soundly and the school is finally quiet, it's time to enjoy some alone time with her.
Steam came from both red mugs — that you managed to snatch from the school's kitchen — as you carefully walked up the steps to Wednesday's dorm. Enid was having a girl's night with Yoko and Divina, so it was just you two.
You pushed open her door with your shoulder and closed it with your foot once you were inside. Wednesday was sitting on her bed, cross-legged and wearing her comfy black and white sweater that was just a few sizes too big on her, making her look all the more adorable — though you'd never tell her that.
Wednesday watched the steady falling of snow outside the big round window, only pulling her eyes away when you came to sit beside her. She shuffled a little to the side on her bed, making room for you but still keeping her knee and shoulder pressed to yours; secretly enjoying the warmth your body provided.
"Alright, I know you said you're not big on hot chocolate, but you have to try this one," you told her, giving her one of the warm mugs and watching lovingly the way her hands closed around it, "I promise you'll like it."
The hot beverage smelled divine, Wednesday had to give you that. She leaned a tad closer to you before saying; "I don't like sweet things."
Even on the coldest of nights, you could feel white hot warmth blooming inside your chest every time Wednesday chose to be a little closer to you. You raised a hand, gingerly pushing back strands of her fringe so you could have a clear view of her eyes; "you like me though."
Her dark eyes turned to you instantly, her hold on the mug tightening slightly, "single exception."
"Just try it, please?"
It was annoyingly unfair how she had trouble saying no to you. With a sigh, Wednesday took a single sip of the hot chocolate, it faintly burned on her tongue before soothing it with the most delicious of tastes. She swallowed and frowned down at the red mug; before raising it to her lips once more.
Wednesday could feel your smirk even without looking at you.
"Don't say it," she mumbled.
You smiled big and bright, one finger going to Wednesday's chin so you could turn her head to you.
"Wasn't planning on it," you whispered, your upper lip grazing her own as you spoke.
You kissed her all sweet and warm. She tasted like chocolate, all cinnamon and spice and something so sweet you could only ever find on her lips.
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I'm sorry
Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen
part 6
Masterlist Serie
Hello, sorry for the delay, I hope you like the new chapter. I warn you that from now on I will probably upload drabbles or one shots of the story before publishing chapter 8
Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. reblogs and likes are always appreciated
Some words are repeated a lot. especially "child" because Aemond refuses to call his son by his name and neither the Queen or Aegon know what his name is
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"I should go with you" you insisted looking at Aemond, who was your only company in your rooms since Aegon had gone to prepare for the travel to Harrenhal.
As soon as your husbands woke up from their nap, you asked your servants to bring them dinner. While they ate the three of them had planned their next moves, of course first Aegon and Aemond told you who were the ones who conspired for your murder. The truth was that you weren't surprised to hear that your first husband's lover had been part of the conspiracy, what surprised you was that she would give herself away by sending the poison antidote. What was even more surprising was that Borros Baratheon had been a participant. You knew that he is a proud man but you did not think that he would commit treason just because Aegon had not chosen one of his daughters as his wife.
By the end of dinner, it was decided that you would stay in King's Landing and handle the execution of Borros Baratheon while your husbands would go to Harrenhal and handle Alys Rivers. You wanted to go with them, you wanted to meet Aemond's mistress and see what was so special about her getting your uncle to share a bed with her. Above all, you want Nix, your dragon, to be the one to devour the woman but you were weak to fly, you had to recover your strength and they couldn't afford to waste time waiting until you recovered. Both the king and the prince were afraid that someone would inform the witch that she had been found out and she would escape from her so they would not even wait for her to wake up but would leave right now and surprise the woman.
"You have to rest" he reminded you caressing your hand.
"I could fly with you or with Aegon," you insisted. You knew that Vhagar and Sunfyre would not harm you. Also, it would not be the first time you would fly with them.
"No"
"Why don't you want me to go?" you moved your hand away causing your husband to frown “Are you afraid that I will do something to the child? He would never hurt her"
"Don't you want me to get rid of the bastard too?"
"Of course not" you answered, startled, unable to believe that he was asking you that. You hated his mother, you hated that your husband had cheated on you, and the child was the living memory of Aemond's infidelity but that was not why you wanted his death, the baby was not to blame for your husband's decisions. Killing him wouldn't make you forget your husband's slight or make you feel better. "It is not the child's fault that you cannot keep it in your pants and that you have been unfaithful to me"
You hadn't even finished speaking when you noticed the fury in the prince's eye. But as fast as he saw him he disappeared.
“I don't know how many times I have to tell you until this enters your brain but I didn't sleep with that woman because she wanted to. She put a spell on me I wasn't in her bed of my own free will ”Aemond's voice was suddenly tired, unlike the previous times when he denied having had an affair with Rivers, it denoted anger“ And I don't want the child, I hate him. He is the reminder of everything that witch did to me. That child is going to be my great torment." For a moment you thought you heard your husband's voice crack. You realized that it had not been your imagination when he cleared his throat and avoided your gaze. For an instant, it came to you. memories of a little Aemond ashamed and devastated for not having a dragon "I hate myself for being such an idiot and letting myself be bewitched by that woman. You have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't want to sleep with her. She bewitched me.", got something in my wine or food. I swear"
You couldn't bear to see the suffering on your husband's face. You felt so guilty for having turned a deaf ear to her words, for not having believed him, for having made fun of him, for letting yourself be carried away by your anger and resentment. Before you could start apologizing the prince kept talking.
"Every time I heard that woman being named, I just felt anger and hate. Sometimes I even feel like throwing up thinking about…
"Aemond. I believe you" you interrupted him and took his face between your hands. You couldn't stand him continuing to torture himself remembering the witch "I believe you" you repeated caressing his cheek "I'm so sorry" you said trying to ignore the lump that formed in your throat. It was not your time to cry. Now it was about your husband, he was the one who suffered at the hands of that witch. If you wanted to murder Alys Rivers before, now even more. You wanted to make her pay for every time she hurt Aemond. "I should have heard you before"
"What matters is that now you believe me," said the prince, feeling like a burden was lifted from him. He didn't think he could ever completely forget what had happened in Harrenhal. But at least now that didn't come between you and him. Now you believe him.
"I love you" you kissed his forehead and you saw the hint of a smile on Aemond's face so you decided to do what when he was upset or discouraged "I love you," you said again, this time kissing him on the nose. You distributed more kisses all over his face, while you told him how much you loved him and you left his lips for last. You felt your heart warm at the prince's smile. "I love you" before you could kiss him yourself your husband stepped forward and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.
"Aemond, we should be leaving now," Aegon said, entering the room.
Reluctantly you turned away from the prince. He looked annoyed at his brother for interrupting the moment.
"Have a good travel" you gave him one last kiss and watched him walk towards the door "Aemond" you called out to him before he left "It wasn't your fault what happened"
You didn't have to say more for Aemond to understand that you were talking about what happened in Harrenhal. He was surprised before your words. I didn't think you were right but it still felt good to hear them. He didn't know what to say so he just nodded in your direction and left the room. He didn't want to see you say goodbye to his brother so he decided to go ahead of Aegon and go find Vhagar.
Aegon looked at you expectantly, as if he was waiting for an invitation, you couldn't help but snort in amusement at the image of him.
"Come," you said, patting your bed and Aegon soon sat next to you "Have a good trip"
You didn't know if the first to reach the other's lips was Aegon or you. You couldn't help but feel guilty for enjoying the kiss. You felt as if you were betraying Aemond in some way as if you were cheating on him. Wanting to stop feeling that way, you pulled away from Aegon. He made a face, he wanted to keep kissing you. For him, he was never going to get enough of you but he knew he had to go.
"Wait, Aegon" you took your hand when he was getting up making him settle back "I need you to do something for me"
"Anything" he answered instantly causing you to look at him with a raised eyebrow for not even thinking about it before.
"You will take care of Aemond and avoid something he might regret," you asked although the truth sounded more like an order.
"In general it's the other way around" replied the king with a hint of amusement "But I'll try"
"I'm serious" you sighed, hesitating to tell him what you really feared but needed him to take care of "I don't think Aemond would hurt the boy but I'm afraid that in a moment of anger, he made a decision he may regret. You guys they're just going to get rid of Alys Rivers. If he hurt the child people will think we're cruel and we'll just give them another reason why the Targaryens shouldn't rule."
Some people already thought of your family as monsters for committing relative murder. Mostly people talked about Aemond, how cruel he had been for murdering your 13-year-old brother, and how sadistic he was for killing all the men except Larys of the Strong family. If your husband were to hurt the child, his own child, his reputation only gets worse. You couldn't let that happen if you wanted him to be Hand of the King one day. They could not build the kingdom again with only fear in your favor.
"Then what should we do with the child? Bring him to court?" Aegon didn't even know his nephew but he already felt sorry for him imagining him growing up in the court. He was sure that he was hearing the word bastard wherever he went. He was even sure that not even his own mother would accept it. Alicent loved her grandchildren but couldn't imagine her mother taking care of Aemond's bastard.
"No" you answered instantly remembering your first husband's words, Aemond would not be at peace in his own house knowing that the child was there “The child will stay in Harrenhal. Just take care of finding someone to take care of him."
"You say that as if it were easy," said the king. "There is no lord in Harrenhal to care for him."
"I'm sure you'll find someone. Some childless couple or a servant who has lost their own child in the war. In addition, the crown will take care of sending him coins for the care of the child "
"The council will not agree," Aegon said with a grimace, already thinking of the future headaches he would have during council meetings.
"The boy has Targaryen blood, we can't leave him to his fate" you frowned.
"I said that the council would not agree, not me," said the king raising both hands as a sign of innocence. He didn't want you to be upset with him "I'm on your side"
"Thank you" you gave him a small smile "You should go before Aemond kicks your ass for taking so long" Aegon sighed exaggeratedly making you roll your eyes.
"And whose fault is it?" he replied before giving you one last kiss and leaving.
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It wasn't in your plans to go to your brother's room but after executing Borros Baratheon you didn't want to be alone and your own mind would start to eat away at you. You need to distract yourself from the image of your mother being burned by Sunfyre. Yes, you ordered Nix to burn the man alive. Maybe you should have chosen to cut off his head yourself because now you couldn't stop thinking about your mother.
"Egg" you didn't even bother to knock on the door you just went inside.
You felt relieved to see that he wasn't busy with his lessons but your relief didn't last when you noticed that he didn't react to your call and that he was once again sitting and looking out the window in silence. You walked towards him making as much noise as possible but he still didn't react. "Egg" You touched his shoulder slowly hoping not to scare him but still, he flinched at your touch. "I'm sorry" you moved your hand away not wanting to bother him but he took your hand and began to play with your fingers without saying anything "What were you thinking?" you asked, unable to stand more in silence. In general, it is always you who starts the conversation.
"At your wedding," he replied without meeting your eyes. He didn't want you to see that he was still scared. He almost lost you. You're all he had left besides Rhaena and Baela. to Baela.
If you died, he would be left alone.
"Master Finnian told me that you helped him find the antidote"
"It didn't help anyway. I didn't save you" your brother said angrily with himself. He had felt so helpless seeing you unconscious and unable to help you. He felt just as helpless as when he had watched Sunfyre helplessly burn her mother. When he saw you delirious with fever he thought that again he would have to watch another member of his family die.
"Egg, don't be hard on yourself," you asked and with your free hand, you took his chin and caressed his face gently. For a moment Aegon closed his eyes and pretended that the person caressing him so tenderly was his mother. Tears slipped down her cheeks and you felt guilty so you tried to calm her down "That poison was invented by a witch and she was the only one who had the solution. But we don't have to worry anymore, the king and the prince will take care of her" you said without knowing that you just broke Aegon's spell, bringing him back to reality.
"I'm always going to worry. Now they'll take care of the witch but what if someone else shows up?" Your heart ached to hear your little brother's words. He was just a child, his only worries should be his lessons and being able to steal sweets from the kitchens without being discovered. You hated that you couldn't have protected Aegon's innocence. The war had taken your grandparents, your mother, Jace, Luke, Joffrey, and Viserys, but it had also taken Egg from you. You were sure that he would never be the same again and you couldn't blame him because you would never be the same as before. But you wished with all your heart that Egg would be the same innocent and happy boy as always. How you wanted to hear him laugh again.
"Now the whole family will have a taster, we'll be more careful" you assured and you wiped his tears with your fingers "And if someone wants to fight us then we'll respond with fire and blood" you felt stupid when you saw how Aegon seemed more anguished at your last words. You clearly made me remember your mother's death again "I'm sorry" you apologized with a shaky voice. It hurt you that you couldn't even say the words of your house without making your brother suffer. It pained you to think that Egg would always be scarred by war. It hurt you to think that he would never want a dragon again, that he would never live that bond again. "I'm sorry" you repeated and this time they were both in tears.
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𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
TBB Tech x reader
summary: he's seen you dressed up and he's seen you in your simple fit, but which one really gets to him?
fluff. FLUFF.
warning: slight allusion to smut so MDI!!!
word count: 2.6k ish
a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble based on "never seen anything quite like you" by The Script but I ended up writing this one-shot. | comments and reblog is appreciated <3 |
You and Tech were the match made in stars. It had all started in Pabu when he first laid his eyes on you. It was like every missing puzzle was put into place. He felt a tingle in his heart, as his breath hitched at your eye-contact. You looked simple with no make-up on, you were on your way back home, so you were sure you looked like a mess. You slipped a slight smile, and he knew he was a goner.
Through all the information he has gathered in his life, he was left clueless, mouth dry and brain not being able to calculate his next move. He just stood there, and just as soon as you had shown up, you left.
He quickly decided to get over the whole incident, so he distracted himself with the data pad he owned. He succeeded, for a week, he managed to keep his thoughts at bay but then a few more days later, he was walking down the aisle of repair shops when he spotted you. You were with your friends. You were laughing and oh you looked so beautiful. He was a little jealous of your friends.
Wait.
They were his friends. It was Wrecker and Omega.
His first instinct told him to turn on his heels and move in the opposite direction but before he could do that Wrecker called him loudly.
So, he had to walk towards you. You shyly introduced yourself. He stammered a bit before he got part of his introduction out of his mouth.
It had been months since that interaction and since then you would casually show up at the hangar-47 where the marauder was stationed, hanging out with Wrecker and Omega. Before you know it, you befriended Hunter and Echo too.
But that one clone with goggles and data pad would always find his way away from you whenever he spotted you on the marauder.
Wrecker and Omega were the first ones to point out his crush on you and they would endlessly tease him about it,
“Y/N is really a nice person, but that has nothing to do with me, ' he would say every time.
This inner joke was no longer a secret when Hunter and Echo found out about it. They wouldn't participate but their knowing glance was enough for Tech to feel flustered. They started to invite you over more. And soon tech ran out excuses to take the leave.
The rest of the batch would start plotting to get you and Tech together. Like one time when Hunter invited you for dinner together and you politely accepted. You showed up at their rented hut, you knocked at the door. You hardly ever dressed up; you never had the opportunity to but tonight you had put on your favorite red dress. It was a little fancy, but you weren’t sure if you would ever get the chance to wear it.
Tech opened the door, his eyes trained on the data pad before they shot up at you. His brows raised as he looked at you from head to toe, he was in awe.
His gaze snapped back at you when you chirped “Hi, tech”
“H-Hello, Y/n” he looked confused, he even forgot to move aside to let you in, “I- um- Wrecker- wait sorry you should come-”
His words died on his tongue when your comm beeped, it was from Echo,
“Hey y/n, we had some change of plans last minute, there were some things to buy, Tech’s home, dinner’s ready, don't change your plans” there was a short giggle before the comm ended.
Nothing made sense to you, why didn't they update me before leaving? You looked up to see equally confused tech.
He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes darting around you.
“I- uh- well- I suggest you come in; I will immediately warm the food-”
“No- no i’ll just leave, it's okay-” you cut him off, not wanting to disturb his peace and whatever he was doing before you showed up
He finally looked at you, “Y/n, we have sufficient food, we wouldn’t want to go to waste when it was meant for you”
You didn't want to be ungrateful and still argue so you just nodded your head and went in.
That was the first time you were really in Tech’s company. Without him running away. It was awkward at first, sure, but soon you both fell into places and got comfortable.
You listened to his info dumping without a complaint. Though there were things that you didn't understand, you let them slide. You asked some of them and he patiently answered.
Before it got late you decided to leave,
“I'm immensely sorry for constant ranting, it's just that no one has shown interest. They think it’s all boring”
You smiled gently at him, “nothing to apologize about Tech, I enjoyed it”
He looked at you wide eyed and mentally cursed himself for running away from your company because he was missing out on such a kind and interesting person.
After that dinner, you and Tech got close. He sought your company every time he saw you in the market or any street. No words were exchanged but you both knew you were falling hard for each other.
The batch constantly nagged him about you, and he would get flustered, still adamant “there’s nothing between y/n and me, except good friendship”
After constant push from his brothers, he finally mustered his strength to ask you out properly. He was a blushing mess before he even got the words out.
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You both were currently in the marauder cockpit where he was lying on his back fixing the wires under the control panel. He kept showing and telling you about the things to the point where you predicted his next move, and handed him the right instruments
He got up and dusted his pants and he saw you fidgeting mindlessly with the instruments telling him about your day
“-and Phee was there so that wa-”
“Y/n” his voice was high pitched that caused you to stop and look at him
You gave him the look, asking him what was up
“I- I was wondering if we could- no i mean if I could take you to-”
He was nervous, he was really nervous. So, you took his hands in yours guiding him to sit across from you, and that was enough to relax him
He took a deep breath, “y/n, I want you to be my girlfriend, I want you more than want”
-
You spent more time together than ever. You accompanied them on their missions. You stayed with Tech whenever he needed to repair something. You were learning too, he would assign you to fix small parts while he took care of the bigger, more complicated problems.
In no time, you felt like a part of them. Omega got a big sister like she always wanted. It had been a year of being together and all the missions together.
-
You all had landed back in Pabu yesterday after a mission on Teth. It was an ambush, and you were injured along with others. But for you, it was the first time. Tech felt his world falling apart when he saw the blaster hit you and you helplessly fell on the ground. He immediately ran to you, checking the signs of your heartbeat. He did not rest until you were taken back to the ship and were assisted by him, and you opened your eyes after a few hours.
Hunter had never seen Tech like that before, losing control, and panicking instead of looking for solutions. He stayed with Tech asking him if he needed anything, but every time Tech shook his head no.
Currently you were getting up from the bed to fetch yourself water when Tech emerged from the door, a tray of food and a glass of water in his hands. You immediately sat back down
“Where did you think you were going?” he asked, setting the tray beside you.
You smiled at him, grateful, “nowhere, sir”
He took his data pad and scanned your scar on your shoulder, “You need to rest one more day before I allow you out of this hut again,”
“Relax Tech, I'm okay and alive. And you guys get hit all the time but none of you let me assist the wounds,” you pouted
“y/n we are capable of nursing our injuries-”
“And you think I'm not?” you asked, raising your eyebrows
“No!” he said instantly, “it's just I'm always worried for you every time you’re on the battlefield with us, and my first priority is to look out for you, i didn't know how i just got distracted and…” he sighed looking down, “I'm trying to ease my guilt by taking care of you, because i need you” he whispered the last part.
You looked at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish, unable to utter a word. He filled the silence,
“You know i was so nervous, looking at you immobile on the ground, my brain went haywire and for the first time i was clueless about the wires” he tapped on the data pad in an anxious manner, still not making eye contact.
You cupped his face and brought his gaze back on you, “I'm sorry i made you worry, but it’s because of you that i’m alive and breathing” you reminded him gently
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Hunter was shaken from the last mission so he announced that you will no longer accompany them in the mission where there’s a chance of complications and Omega will stay with you.
You were upset at first, telling them you wouldn’t sit back until you knew about their safety. You even promised them that you’ll keep your distance from the opponents. Because the truth was, they meant so much to you than you could ever imagine, but Hunter was resolute about his decision.
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The morning came quicker than you thought, when they were leaving for the mission. Tech had stayed the night, as you asked him to, your legs still intertwined. The flashes of images, and soft sighs and screams from last night awoke the tingle between your legs, as a smile tugged at your lips.
Tech woke up soon after, as he pulled you closer to him, your back to his chest. He kissed your nape, before untangling from you.
“Let’s do breakfast, then I'll have to go” he sat up, the ugly reminder sank your heart,
“Can we stay in bed for 5 more minutes?” you tried to convince him, but he was already getting up,
“No y/n, i cannot afford to be late, please darling get up”
-
Before leaving for the mission, you helped them with their last-minute equipment needs. You even cooked and packed food for them.
Tech was hurriedly shuffling around the cockpit, getting the marauder ready to fly, while you watched him, your face distraught as you bit your fingernails. You halted his movements, grabbing his elbow,
“Tech” your breaths were uneven due to the tension in your bones
His hand slid down your arm to hold your hand, “what is it, y/n?”
You took a deep breath, “tell me, promise me you will comm me to update me about your well-being”
His expressions softened, “of course y/n, you’re worrying too much,” he gently kissed your forehead. He let go of you after squeezing your hand one last time. Then busying himself with the preparations.
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Hunter had mentioned that it was a one-week mission. It was only day 2 and you missed them like crazy. You were doing just fine before they showed up, get it together y/n, you mentally scolded yourself.
Omega kept herself busy with her friends and her flying lessons with Wujing, a local pilot who Tech had hired to train Omega while he was gone.
You were at hangar-47 because Phee asked you to fix some machinery parts. Some other ship was parked there, and you didn’t like it at all, missing the batch even more.
Phee had seen you assisting Tech so here you were seated on the floor. Your jeans were stained with mud and grease. There were some stains on your face, but you were too concentrated on the task at hand that you didn’t care about your appearance.
You were trying to rearrange the wires when they accidentally touched, and a spark went off causing you to yelp. That was the first time you had taken your eyes off from your surroundings as your gaze landed on Tech, leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded in front of his chest, a little smirk on his face. Now that startled you even more.
You thought you missed him so much that you were hallucinating him,
“T-Tech?” you asked squinting your eyes trying to focus on his figure
He straightened and slowly made your way to you. “y/n” he greeted but his voice was thick, very unusual
You scrambled to get up to meet him halfway to envelope him in a hug, but he held your shoulders, resisting. He held you at a little distance, as he took in your appearance.
Suddenly you were embarrassed, you abruptly broke your eye contact as your cheeks flushed. He just stood there, holding you, examining you.
One hand settled on your waist, while the other one reached up, softly touching your neck and tilting your face to meet your gaze. You visually gulped at the look in his eyes. He was turned on. His pupils were blown wide, his mouth agape, attempting to steady his breathing.
He softly traced your lips with his thumb, parting them, as he pulled you closer by your waist. The deliberate movements made you squirm, before he whispered, “I've never seen anything quite like you tonight,”
He kissed your forehead before pulling your face away to look at you, marvel at you again.
“Missed you every second at the mission. And when I come back, I find you looking all messed up doing things that I taught you. I could take this moment now, right into the grave with me. All these stains on you…”
You felt him twitch inside his pants as he pulled you further close, rolling his hips against you, he was hard
“...see what they do to me?”
You whimpered at his words that he whispered, knowing your own voice would betray you. He smirked watching the effect his words had on you.
Your lips were aching to be touched by his, and as if he could read your mind, he closed the distance. The kiss was heated and soft at the same time, he poured all his emotions,
He missed you so much
He’s so turned on
He wants you right. now.
He moved both of you til your back made contact with the cold wall behind you. You caught the glimpse of your undone project from the corner of your eyes as you pulled away, breathing hard
“Tech…”
“What?” slightly annoyed you had to break the make out kiss
“I - I had to fix that for Phee-”
“The moment Phee brought me to you, i knew it was gonna be a long night, i told her that she’d get her stuff tomorrow,” he leaned in closer, “i also instructed her to lock the hangar because we would be so busy all night, we wouldn’t like to be bothered.”
You blushed at his plans but before you could comment, his lips were on you.
It was gonna be a long night.
thankyou for reading ^-^
#the bad batch season 2#tech the bad batch#star wars#the bad batch#arc trooper echo#hunter the bad batch#tech tbb#the bad batch tech x reader#the bad batch x reader#hunter x reader#the bad batch wrecker#the bad batch hunter x reader#star wars tcw#the bad batch crosshair x reader#crosshair x reader#the bad batch tech x y/n#tech x you#hunter x y/n
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Domestic life with Trevor and Franklin[Headcanon]
Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader
Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader
Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]
AN: There may be a few inaccuracies
Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts
Do not repost
Requests are open
Sorry it took time and please it's a humble request to reblog so it gains more attraction to the blog rather than like, please.
The image is only for visual representation
Trevor Phillips
Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.
Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.
You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.
Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.
In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.
You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.
Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.
You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.
Franklin Clinton
You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.
Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.
Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.
You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.
Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.
You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.
Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.
Note: Don't just like please reblog it too helps with the algorithm a simple reblog is fine too.
#gta 5#franklin clinton#trevor philips#grand theft auto#trevor phillips x reader#franklin clinton x reader#grand theft 5#gta v#michael de santa x reader#gta#female reader#headcanons#hcs#reader insert#x reader
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✦ Let's Celebrate Raijinshuu Day!
October is almost here, and that means it's almost time for the first annual RAIJINSHUU DAY! A day to celebrate Freed, Evergreen, and Bickslow as the amazing characters and team they are!
All too often they are overlooked as fodder or nothing more than Laxus’ personal cheer squad— but they are so much more than that! Each of them are unique, strong, and loyal members of Fairy Tail, and their admiration for Laxus shouldn’t take away from the fact that they are also his closest friends.
✦ Why October 8th?
Originally, Raijinshuu Day was planned for Dec. 17th, when FT Vol. 13 was released in Japan. But, after a bit more research, it turns out that October 8th, 2008 is when chapter 106 was first published in Weekly Shonen Magazine.
Titled ‘Harvest Festival,’ this is the chapter that officially introduces the Raijinshuu and pretty much kicks off the Battle of Fairy Tail! October 8th also fits with the canon timeline, as they were revealed a week before the Harvest Festival was set to begin. (Oct. 15th.)
✦ General Participation Guidelines
There are two ways to participate. You can either submit your post to this blog or post it to your own. Just make sure to put #RaijinshuuDay in the first five tags of your post! Or feel free to @ this blog just to be safe.
There is no limit to what kind of content you can post, be it fan art, fanfiction, edits, headcanons, etc. There will never be any prompts, so be as creative as you want!
Keep in mind that this day is supposed to be about the Raijinshuu and their team dynamic, so please keep it appropriate. Anything explicitly NSFW or ship-related will NOT be reblogged.
DO NOT steal, trace, or alter anybody else’s work! Plagiarism will not be tolerated. The use of official art for color or edits is fine as long as you credit the original artist/source. (i.e. Hiro Mashima, Kyouta Shibano, etc.)
Have Fun! This event is supposed to be a lighthearted and fun way to give these underrated characters the love and appreciation they deserve. Even if you don't participate, help support others by commenting, liking, and/or reblogging their work! It's always appreciated!
And don’t forget that late posts are always welcome! No matter how late they may be, as long as they’re tagged/submitted, they can still be featured here!
Finally, it would be very helpful if you would consider rebloging this post to help spread the word! This blog is still fairly new, but I am grateful for all your support. I look forward to celebrating Raijinshuu Day with you all. <3
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!
The art featured on the banner comes from the back cover of the spin-off manga, Fairy Tail Gaiden: Lightning Gods by Kyouta Shibano.
#raijinshuuday#fairy tail#fairy tail events#raijinshuu#thunder legion#thunder god tribe#freed justine#bickslow#fairy tail evergreen#admin post#announcement#raijin-tribe#raijinshuuday2023#i’m sorry for the late announcement post#i really should’ve posted this last friday#but oh well#better late then never i guess
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Worst Prank Ever - Platonic Fred and George Weasley x fem reader
summary: During the summer holidays between their first and second year, Fred, George and (f/n) pull a prank they swear to never repeat again.
warnings: none, i think
word count: 729
Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.
Requested? Yes
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Hogwarts was a place full of magic and new experiences. As a first year I was excited to leave my old muggle school behind to learn how to cast spells, fly on a broom and tame exotic beasts.
But I had not considered that despite all the magic, Hogwarts was still a school.
Therefore I was rejoiced to befriend the Weasley twins, Fred and George. With them by my side boredom was not even in my vocabulary anymore.
Honestly I had never been one for pranks, but since they introduced me to them, I had turned into an obsessive fan. I was always the first one to know what they were planning, eager to participate despite the consequences.
We were a feared trio when it came to the teachers we did not quite get along with.
My parents did not mind the complaints that were sent their way as they were too busy working to care at all. So why should I care?
In the summer break it all continued.
Since my parents were on a business trip and hence could not take care of me, the Weasley's had allowed me to stay over at their home.
In the beginning I had been a bit timid and shy, but that had quickly changed when everyone had been so kind and welcoming. Having Fred and George around may have played a crucial part in that as well.
“Hey, (f/n)! Let's go outside”, Fred suggested.
I did not hesitate to tag along.
A few minutes later we were deep inside the forest around the Burrow.
“Where are we going?”, I wondered.
I had never been inside a forest without an adult by my side. My parents did not allow me to go out on my own.
“There's a place we wanna show you”, George enlightened me.
After about thirty more minutes of walking through branches and roots, we finally arrived at … nothing. Why had they dragged me out here?
“Look up”, George instructed me.
Then I saw it. A giant tree house, hidden between the leaves of the tree.
“What are you waiting for? Let's get up there”, Fred encouraged us, climbing the tree first.
“Wow”, I uttered when I entered the tree house.
It was huge, filled with various things Fred and George must have brought over.
“It's our secret hideout”, George enlightened me.
“We found it when we got lost inside the forest. Nobody else knows about it. So don't be a snitch, okay?”, Fred remarked.
“Of course not”, I promised, outraged that they could even consider me to do it.
“What do you think? Wanna pull another prank and stay here for a few days? We brought food and water”, Fred suggested.
That was what the backpacks were for.
“You mean stay up here and even spend the night?”, I questioned.
“Exactly”, George confirmed.
“That's awesome”, I exclaimed. “I'm in!”
“It's settled then”, Fred noted with a huge grin.
We actually had a lot of fun in the tree house.
Fred and George had brought various magical games we could play. And we used our time to plan pranks for the new school year. At night we could go outside and spot some starts between the tree branches, but only if we climbed up even higher.
It was the best vacation ever.
Until we returned the next afternoon and Mrs. Weasley started yelling at us: “How could you act so irresponsible? We were worried sick! And (f/n), I promised your parents to look out for you. How could you just disappear? You all didn't even say a word. You're all grounded, forever! Now go to your room! I don't want to see you right now.”
Tears were flowing down my cheeks on the way upstairs. This was the first scolding I had gotten by someone else but a teacher and I was feeling agonizingly guilty.
Mrs. Weasley was right. I should have been more considerate.
“That definitely was a buzz”, George declared.
“The worst prank we ever pulled”, Fred agreed.
“Let's never stay away without telling mom again”, George decided.
“Agreed”, Fred and I replied simultaneously.
We stayed true to our word. Even as adults we were always telling Mrs. Weasley where we were going when we visited her.
#harry potter#weasley twins#fred weasley x reader#george weasley x reader#platonic#prank#drama#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
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Coming Soon
So the fandom has called and there will be a Matt Simmons Appreciation Week. It's fitting considering that Daniel Henney's birthday is this month and what better way to celebrate by acknowledging Matt Simmons.
The appreciation week will start on November 21st and end on the 28th
here are the prompts for gifs:
Day 1: Favorite Outfit/looks
Day 2: Favorite Quote
Day 3: Favorite Matt Simmons pairing (romantic)-could be canon or fanon, up to you
Day 4: Favorite Matt Simmons Friendship-either in cm or in cmbb
Day 5: Favorite Matt centric episode-Blue Angel, Ex-Parte, Rule 34, Spectator Showing, Ghost, Pretty Like Me. Doesn't have to be 100% Matt centric like the Barnes arc episodes, Blowback, Beyond Borders and Saturday
Day 6: Favorite scene/moment involving Matt
Day 7: Free Choice
For the fic writers, here are the following prompts:
Day 1: family
Day 2: blood/hurt
Day 3: cooking
Day 4: winter
Day 5: kissing/flirting
Day 6: sports
Day 7: party time
They can be smut, fluff, angst or a combination of two or three of them. They can also be x reader, katt or any Matt pairings (platonic or romantic)
Tagging: @marvelfanlife, @the-invisible-queer, @unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix, @missmitchieg, @hey-dw, @snailsandpuppy-dogtails, @stunudo, @hotch-girl, @gaelic-symphony, @sapphicprentiss, @rewrotethestars, @ghostlypawn, @emilylprentiss, @catvampire feel free to spread the word out, even if you are unable to take part in this for whatever reason
Important notes/reminders:
For those who plan on taking part of the appreciation week, make sure to use the tag, #mattsimmonsappreciationweek23 or #mattsimmonsaw23, you can also tag this blog, @damnhotmsimmons for fics and or gifs
While the appreciation week ends on the 28th, I will accept any late submissions as long as you use the proper tags
It's understandable if you're unable to do every prompt for the week.
For fic writers, provide proper content warnings, especially if writing fics or oneshots that contain explicit smut, mentions of violence, other sensitive subjects etc
Don't worry about perfection, gifsets don't have to be super fancy
For those who are interested but are unable to participate for whatever reason, reblogs for any Matt centric posts are okay, this appreciation week is for everyone in the cm fandom, both content creators and fans who are neither gif makers nor fic writers
That said, I've worked hard on this, I'd appreciate this appreciation week not to flop
For anyone who has any questions, my inbox and dms are open, both here and on my main blog, @tenaciousarcadeexpert
#criminal minds#matt simmons#daniel henney#criminal minds beyond borders#criminalmindsedit#criminal minds fic#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds fanfiction#criminalmindsverse#mattsimmonsappreciationweek23#mattsimmonsaw23
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New around here (Charles Leclerc)
Note: english is not my first language
I realised I did not have any pieces wirh Charles where the reader wasn't already in a relationship with him so there's this
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!
Tw: mention of a previous car accident (non F1 related) and injuries (does not go into too much detail)
Since you could remember yourself as a proper Formula One fan, you would always tell your father, who was the one that made you watch the races in the first place, that one day you were going to grow up and do what that lady was doing, interviewing the drivers. And soon enough, thanks to hard work, persistence and a bit of luck, you managed to land yourself a job at Sky Sports, going through all the ranks of being just an intern pushing cables and wires around and writing notes for presenters to being sat in the room waiting for your colleagues Naomi and Natalie.
"Y/N, dear, how many times have we told you that you don't need to be so tense about things?", Natalie arrived and gave you a hug, seeing how you had already scribbled a few things down on the notepad ahead of the meeting, "today is a slow day at least, because this weekend we're back in the paddock, and you're coming with us!", she cheered as Naomi made a little celebration dance. And yet you stayed stiff as a board, if you were still a little bit tense in the mornings everytime reality downed on you that you were working with your idols, no one can imagine the nervousness that installed in your core at that revelation, "I'm going to SPA with you guys?", you asked, still unsure wether you had caught it correctly, "Yes! Myself and Natalie feel like you're ready, the rest of the team think so too, so you're coming with us, you'll do a few broadcasts, show your face for a change", she chuckled. You had participated in a few races' broadcasts, giving your opinion through audio only, sitting comfortably in the studio away from the cameras, and despite live TV broadcast being your end goal, you were still unsure. "Don't worry, we'll be there, the whole team will be there too, it's going to be great!", Natalie assured you as the three of you sat down and started discussing the plan for the weekend ahead.
Arriving in Stavelot on Thursday, the day was already scheduled down to the fullest since there was a lot to report and to find out after the summer break, making you drop your personal luggage quickly in the hotel room you were staying in before heading to the track. Even though you and your father had the tradition to go to a few races every time you could, you had never been to Spa-Francorchamps, leaving you to take in the view of the and from the track in awe, "Quite spectacular, isn't it?", Natalie said from behind you, "yeah, it feels like a dream really", you mused. You started arranging everything for the next day, going over the schedule and practicing some lines for the eventual broadcasts you'd be in.
Friday morning rolled around, your alarm waking you up and making you go and get ready for the long day ahead, picking an outfit that was presentable enough for television but also comfortable, knowing how long the day would be. You arrived in the paddock, scanning your pass and making your way to the place where you would be broadcasting soon, "And today we have a new face joining us", Naomi said, "her voice should be known to all of you by now as Y/N Y/L/N has been with us for the last 8 months commenting from the studio, and before that she was writing up our guidelines, so here she is! Y/N, tell everyone a little bit of your way here!", Naomi introduced, "like you said, I have been with Sky Sports since before I even graduated, I used to apply for summer jobs and I guess they liked me enough to keep me for my internship and now my full time job! I used to go karting up until I was fourteen but due to medical reasons I had to stop", you said referring to the car accident you had that left some damage on you back that, despite not being a trouble for day to day life, made you leave karting behind, "but I've always been a fan of Formula 1 so I'm very excited to be here this weekend!", you smiled as you kept discussing the day and what you expected to see around the paddock. Wrapping up the broadcast, the team all clapped and whistled, "Congratulations on your first broadcast girl, that was amazing!", Natalie cheered before getting a group hug from everyone, "You're a natural Y/N, well done!", Naomi finished before bringing you in a hug.
The cheers caught the attention of George, Charles and Lewis, who saw that Naomi was out of broadcast and excused himself from the group, making his way to where you stood, "Naomi, hi, how are you?", he greeted her before waving at the team, "Oh Lewis, this is Y/N, she's new on the paddock team", she said as Lewis stretched his arm, your won stretching too and meeting his fistbump almost out of memory muscle, "Hi, how are you?" before the short conversation came to an end, the team now needing you in the media pen, "You'll be there too?", Lewis asked, "yeah, and be nice to her Lewis, or she'll ask mean questions", Naomi teased before bidding goodbye. Lewis Hamilton had just fistbumped you and held a casual conversation, you could not wait until your dad heard about this.
The interviews in the media pen went smoothly, and you were waiting for the last one before Free Practices began, Charles Leclerc the last name on your notepad, "Hi, I'm Y/N for Sky Sports", you began asking your questions away, waiting patiently for Charles to give his final answer before you thanked him, "You're the new one, right?", he asked you, only managing to nod before he interrupted you, "Sorry, I thought I would've recognised your face if I had seen you before, and- and I heard the cheers back in the paddock", he quickly said, not wanting to come on too weird, "yeah, it's my first time at a GP", you smiled, "Well, I hope I'll see you around, I- I- mean, hopefully it's not your last", he replied as a slight pink tiny coloured his cheeks before he excused himself to get get ready.
Saturday had a whole another atmosphere going around, more fans in the circuit and just a genuine thrill for the qualifying sessions, everyone speculating how the new changes in the cars would change the grid positions. Finishing the final broadcast of the day, you felt a tug on your pants, making you look down to find a little girl no older that 7, her light brown hair in a braid and a huge coat protecting her body from the colder weather, the sun playing the usual tricks in Belgium. "Hi, how are you? I'm Y/N", you said crouching down so you were face to face with her, "Hi, I'm Emilia and when I grow up I want to be like you", she said sweetly, making you melt inside as you looked around to see any adult that seemed to be in charge of her, "thank you Emilia, that's very kind of you! Are you here alone?", you asked her gently, "No, daddy brought me here with him, he's an engineer, look, that's him in the red t-shirt!", she pointed happily to a group of men dressed in Ferrari team member clothing, a wave from one of them being the actual only way to find who her dad was. "One day, I'm going to have a microphone and talk about the fast cars to the camera too", she beamed, looking at the one you had in your hand, and a quick look around the team prompted you to make her an offer, "Do you want to hold this one?", and the little girl squealed in excitement as her wide eyes looked at you, "really? Can I go show daddy too?", she asked and you nodded, handing it to her and following her to her father, not wanting to be responsible for broken equipment on your first day. As she was showing the microphone around the group, you heard a French accent behind you, "What do you have there, Emi?", he asked, "Charles, you're here! How do you feel about the race tomorrow? Do you think you can get in the podium?", Emilia said into the microphone before nearly shoving it in Charles' face. Earning chuckles from everyone around, the monégasque answered, "I think tomorrow will be difficult, we seem to be off the pace a little bit but we're going to see what we can do about it", he replied as if he was in a serious interview, you vaguely remembering the same answer he had given Natalie that afternoon when she asked him a similar question, "You're going to take me out of my job darling, that was very good, very well done, voice placed correctly too, maybe next time just put the microphone a but further away from his face", you smiled at the little girl as she handed you the microphone back, her father thanking you for the opportunity, "Don't think she will shut up about it now!".
The race, as always in Spa, was full of action, Max making it to the podium from the back of the grid pretty easily as you watched Charles in particular, knowing how his season had been going and paying attention to the strategies, one of the things that made you fall in love with the sport, "Did I ever tell how how much I wanted to be a strategist when I was younger? I used to borrow my cousin's laptop and draw graphs on the screen and pretend they were stats from the race, and my little cousins would be driving their toy cars around the living room", you commented earning a chuckle from Natalie, "Seems like you would do no worse that Ferrari have been", she sneered slightly, taking the opportunity that she wasn't live or reporting to discuss with you the different points of view.
After the race, you were in the media pen checking your order as you nodded over to the communication advisor next to Charles, him signaling to Charles to head your way, a tight lipped smile on his face as he felt another interviewer tug on his arm, "Oh sorry, I'll talk to you after talking to her", he said politely despite the unhappy look on the other man's face.
You had already finished your interviews for the weekend and were now helping the team gather the equipment, making sure that nothing was left behind when you heard your name being called, "Ah, Y/N, you're still here!", Charles said, approaching you as you zipped the last camera bag and handed it to your colleague, "So, how was your first GP as an interviewer? How do you rate the experience?", he asked and you stood still for what felt like an eternity to Charles. Maybe it was weird for him to come back here, maybe he shouldn't have listened to Carlos when he said he had nothing to lose in checking if you were there still, until you spoke, "Oh, it's like I expected it to be, so tiring but so worth it! The atmosphere is so different from just being a fan out there, watching everything happen up close, truly the best thing ever", you exclaimed, the crinkles around your eyes more visible since your smile was the biggest it had ever been, making Charles' heart flip for a second. "Well, why don't we make it even better and swap numbers so we can have dinner when you get to Monza?", Charles tempted, knowing that worst case scenario he would get a no and would have to run away from you for the rest of his career, a small price he would have to pay for at least trying. Smiling at him, you took your phone out of your pants' pocket, handing it to him, "I'd like that very much", you said shyly as he gave you his phone, writing your number down and smiling at the prospect.
#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc fic#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc x reader#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic
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i was talking with @lost-in-azalea-forest not long ago when i mentioned the idea of organising a Secret Santa between people of the self-shipping community here on Tumblr and it would be great to make it a reality!
for now i've created this google form to know the opinions of those interested in participating to know how things like the way of giving/receiving gifts are more comfortable to you, the time you need to prepare the gift and that kind of stuff. there's more details in the link's form!
shh i know halloween is closer but it's never too soon to start planning stuff that can make others happy
reblogs are appreciated so more people can know about this :D
Answering some doubts I've seen so far:
-This event excludes proshippers.
-All bonds are included: familial f/os, platonic f/os, queerplatonic f/os, romantic f/os or even pet f/os if you have
-You don't need to send your user. Another form will be created to oficially join in, this was just to see your preferences with things like the time given to prepare the gift.
-When the second form closes, I'll be organising everyone who has joined and their preferences in a Notion table, then I'll pair you with someone and tell you by private message who it is that you have to make a gift for.
Thank you so much for all the answers given so far!! <3 I'll probably leave this form open for a few days before creating the second one to be able to give you all as much time as you need
#f/o#f/o community#self ship#self ship community#self shipping#queerplatonic f/o#platonic f/o#f/o scenarios#selfship#romantic f/o#self shipping event#secret santa#selfshipping#f/o stuff#familial f/o
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There is no normal to return to.
I'm going to return to normal, or as normal as I usually am on this blog. But that won't stop me from talking about this. I have quite a few reblogs and posts queued up to give some important thoughts I had while I was away in regards to... my usual content. But I also still have plenty of posts about Palestine and the ongoing situation, and I'll be doing everything I can to stagger updates on the funny haha block man stuff, and the actually serious stuff.
If there's another strike called for, I will likely participate in it. Maybe this means my content will be inconsistent and kinda... bursty I guess? But I'll take the hit to my usual stuff and just spend more time on it if I have to. I had fun over the winter break, but life is picking back up anyways. I'm not really returning to normal, I'm shifting to a new normal. And talking about this conflict and the ongoing situation will become part of this new normal for as long as it has to.
I was honored to see the kind of reach my words could have, and I appreciated the amount of people who engaged with my content for possibly the first and last time. Depends on if I have more wildly intense thesis' about the situation to share (I probably will). There's always a part of me that wants to resist "getting too political" but then I remember I'm a dyed hair multi pronouned genderfuck with revolutionary ideas like "people should just get to live their lives however they want without the threat of violence, oppression, or actual genocide." Just some crazy wokeist ideology that totally doesn't bleed out from my creative works at all.
Because my experiences with fiction and the real world don't influence each other at all. Not even a little.
I've had quite a few social media accounts become pretty politicized or even start that way unintentionally, mostly because I started social media accounts centered around art. And all art is political. All art is personal. All art is influenced by politics and by people. That's how art always has and always will exist. So I really shouldn't be surprised this would happen when I got onto Tumblr.
I don't mean to suddenly bear my soul and go on some vague esoteric rant about my state of existence in a system of systems designed to harm me placed onto one of many infinite planets capable of creating life in our ever expansive universe, but that's just how I am. That's just how humans are. My spaces are always going to become political because I as a person am politicized. Our world is politicized. We are politicized from the moment of our inception. From the moment that someone becomes aware of our life the decisions made about it are endlessly wrapped up in the collective of politics even if we are but one measly part of that greater or worse collective.
Even something as seemingly unimportant as Minecraft Roleplays are deeply personal and political pieces of art and unique life shaping experiences. Never let someone tell you that you're being "too political" because in our endlessly politicized world, that's like telling someone that they're being "too human". It's not annoying to care. It's not too political to care.
TLDR: Art is political, everything is political, and even if you plan on "returning to normal", know that you should instead adjust what you define as "normal" to include pertinent issues and be ready to adapt to it. People want you to believe that disruptions won't work, but money and numbers talk. Disruptions to core systems of the western society work. Never underestimate that. Maybe you couldn't do a lot for this one, but keep your eyes out for the next one. Set aside a few bucks to donate. Read some of the reports about the ongoing conflict from ethical sources unafraid to speak to the real atrocities. Even little things can add up.
#text post#palestine#strike for palestine#save palestine#ramblings#I never know how to tag#these posts#idk I just say words#and I hope you read and understand them#and I don't lose sleep over whether people do or don't#politics#world politics
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i just wanted to pop in and say i really enjoy seeing your posts on my dashboard even though im not a super frequent or consistent tumblr user. i always think your takes are so interesting and fun to read through whether i agree with them or not (i tend to agree, though) and it has genuinely widened my perspective on star trek and deepened my appreciation for it. i've also read a few of your works on ao3 and i just adore your writing style and the way you characterise whoever you write about. i don't really have a point or a question or anything else to say, i honestly just wanted to spread some kindness around and one of your posts came across my dashboard so here i am. hope your day is/has been good :)
sorry . this feels like making a heartfelt adieu and leave only to come back because i forgot my bag or something. i was going to add in the original ask that you introduced me to the femslash exchange which i will definitely be participating in next year, it was so fun and cool and even though of course, it was just chance that i happened to see specifically your reblog about it, im very grateful nonetheless, or at least pleased that it happened to happen! :]
This was such a lovely couple of asks to find in my inbox, it was very kind of you to send them, thank you so so much 🥺
I'm very glad to hear that my posts have helped you consider a different perspective on Trek, I definitely don't expect readers to agree with me all the time (I know I have idiosyncratic opinions!), and if people find my angle on it interesting then my tumblr presence is worth it. I am very flattered if it made you appreciate Trek more!! I'm also extremely flattered that you liked the fic of mine you've read, I recognize your url because your comments on AO3 have been so generous and kind. Hearing that you loved both characterization AND style is boosting my confidence so much!!
Also super glad you found out about the Femslash Exchange through one of my posts! It's my favorite yearly fandom event, and I've been participating since 2020. I'm stoked to hear you plan to sign up this year, I'll definitely be there too!
Thank you again for these asks, and I hope you have/have had a good day as well!!
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Chishiya X Reader | Traitor
WARNING: Spoilers, curse words & mention of weapons!
Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support and reblogs, as always! I see and appreciate each one of you! This is a PART OF A SERIES so people who are just reading this one post for the first time might not understand the context please read the parts linked below.
Part 1 | ... | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8
Your fight or flight mode was on. You wanted to believe that it was nothing but at the same time, you cannot deny the fact that Chishiya was very clever and would use you or anyone. He has done it to others right in front of you. You never agreed with his ways nor did you participate.
You acted as if you ignored it. But now you were very cautious of whatever those two were doing. As the sun came up Kuina left, leaving you and Chishiya in the room. One part of you wanted to risk it and ask him directly but the other part was cautious and wanted to make sure that he has no clue.
You planned on acting oblivious. Before you were leaving and said your goodbyes, he took your hand nervously and pulled you back in. His hand rested on your sides. At first, you felt sick thinking that he was acting so nice on the outside but what the hell was he planning?
As if he read you again he said lowly, "Trust me if you can." You were surprised and your expression gave it away. He scuffed a little and looked down at his hands, not able to make any eye contact with you.
At this point, he was so disgusted by himself. He hated how YOU are not fully trusting him too. For him what happened last night was a HUGE deal and now you had questions about his character.
As much as he wanted to let it go and let you have your doubts, it meant that he had to let you go and the idea of holding you close even when you two are out of the borderlands.
"For once, do what you want Shuntaro. You cannot keep running from what you want just because it creates liability." his inner monologue said.
"As I said, you'll know soon enough," he said still not making any eye contact. You nodded still in doubt. You were way too scared now. First, he was acting way too nice and then he's hiding something that apparently "You'll know soon" and then how can we forget the secret meeting that he had last night?
You went back to your room and tried to avoid those two and didn't come out. It was better to keep your distance but you couldn't do anything without feeling anxious and that is when you heard a knock on your door. You were too scared to open it and before you could gather the courage to get up, one of your roommates opened the door.
"Y/N it's for you." This is when you calculated all the exits that were possible if anything goes wrong. You were too stunned to get up from your bed. Suddenly a hand grabbed your wrist and you jerked back to see who it was. Chishiya. He looked surprised by the strength but not the reaction. "Come with me," he said softly.
You were almost spiraling at this point. But you knew you can take him down easily all you have to do is find a weapon. As he gestured for you to get up and turned towards the door, you took the military knife that you snuck from the training sessions and hide it in your shirt.
He was taking you to the meeting room where you crossed Kuina who gave you a very dull smile. You were sure something was up. You knew there were 2 openings from the meeting hall and if there were no gunmen there, you can escape. There were a shit ton of armed people.
You accepted it, this was it for you. But you decided that if it came to that you won't go alone but take Chishiya down with you. As all of you entered the meeting hall you reached for your knife but before you can take it out, Chishiya put a hand on yours through your shirt to make sure you don't take it out and gestured you to look up.
They caught Arisu red-handed going through a locker. This is when you could feel your body turn cold and weak. "I owe you both," Anugi said as he turned towards the both of you. You looked at him with confidence but on the inside, you were about collapse. "Just wanna be of service," Chishiya replied for the both of you.
He then looked at you and scoffed. You knew he understood the entire thing. You pulled on his hand gesturing him to walk out of the room. Although it was more like he was pulling you because you were weak in your knees.
First, you were already overstimulated by the thought of your death being close, and that too by none other than Chishiya & Kuina. Second, guilt kicked in so hard when you understood what Chishiya was doing. He included you in the praise even if you didn't do anything. He wanted to make your position even stronger now that Aguni was in charge (which you later got to know).
Before you could say anything to Chishiya, "Unlike us, you have some morals. So we kept you out." he said not looking at you, and then walked away. Not before stealing a quick glance at you. You cannot believe you doubted them. YOU PLANNED ON KILLING HIM. Yet he kept going according to the plan.
You looked at Kuina with tears at the brink of your eyes. You could see that she was disappointed in you. She left without saying anything.
The next few hours felt so long as you spend them in your room. You were just waiting for the time after dinner so that you can go to your spot and see if they'd come or not. Although you had mixed feelings since you were not sure what would you say after you met them. The least you could do at this point is to apologize. You had no idea what was going on in his mind after this. He'd leave you out after this for sure. How could you doubt someone who helped you as much as he could gain a strong place at the beach? Even if he was doing this for his ulterior motives it still doesn't justify why would he help you earlier with Niragi.
The sunset and you headed to the dining hall. But out of nowhere, you heard the sound of the game. There was no gaming arena nearby so what was this? You looked around and everyone was just as confused as you were. You saw some people walking towards the waiting here.
You saw the mobiles lying there as a girl was stabbed dead. The Beach WAS the game now. You were one of the few ones who walked in, still, you walked to the back of the room and spotted Chishiya and Kuina too. You were about to wave your hand but then the morning events played in your head and out of shame you couldn't. So you looked away instead.
As the lady in the game explained the game. There was a wave of uneasiness among the crowd who were now doubting each other. You already knew this was not gonna end well with the way Niragi was excited. Breaking your faith in him, Aguni allowed his team to mass shoot anyone and everyone who was not an executive.
You looked over in Chishiya's direction to see what he was gonna do but as usual, he vanished in thin air. Not before grabbing you by your hand and taking you along with Kuina. None of you were executive and not to mention that you were a part of Aguni's group so technically you were supposed to shoot them as well. If you don't then the one and only rule will apply to you, "Death to the traitor."
You walked behind both of them with your head held down quietly. You didn't know what else were you supposed to do. So you just followed them, trusting that they know what they were doing.
They all went into the camera room, only executives had the access to this room so no one would think to come here plus the shooter won't be able to.
"They have all gone crazy," Kuina said monitoring the screens. You finally looked up to see the screen and you were just happy that there was no voice in the camera, it was a massacre. You could feel Chishiya's eyes on you but you still acted as if you were all focused on the screen. "Not their smartest move." it felt as if he was saying this to you, "Why would they go this far just to survive?"
"There is no way to find who the witch is this way," you said silently to break the ice. Kuina turned a little to acknowledge that. "You could be the witch. Right Kuina?" Chishiya said looking at you. Okay, it was clear as crystal now that he was taunting you the entire time.
"Or it could be you." She replied oblivious to what was happening as her backs were against you two. All of you decide to break as Kuina and you started to move in the same direction she said, "I'm not mad, just a little disappointed." and then parted ways with you. You took a breath of relief which didn't last that long.
You had no clue as to what you should do, and that is when Usagi came saw you, and came running towards you, "Where is he?!" She was furious and had all the right to. "I don't know," you said silently and with authority. A trick that Chishiya taught you was to be calm and always have authority in your voice when talking to a disturbed person. This helps you to be the one in control. You knew that this group is a piece of bad news because the shooters are going to shoot them for sure because of what they have done.
But then you realized that they were in this trouble because of you. Directly or indirectly. So you decided to help her. She was confused as to why would you go out of your way to help her after what you did in the morning but then figured out that the more the merrier.
But before you two can cross even one hallway, you were faced by shooters who were now pointing at you two and started shooting like crazy. You suddenly felt pain in the right side of your abdomen.
This was it was the last thing you thought before it all went black.
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Hello motherfuckers, it's time to Zucest.
As many of you know, last year, I, along with a group consisting of myself, me, Kate and @ilikepjo24, organized the first ever Zucest Week. The event was a huge success, a very enjoyable process for me, and everyone else who participated. So naturally, it will be done again.
I have already started working on some background projects and planning that are related to the event, like scheduling the dates, that I will share with you right now.
Last year, I got an anonymous complain, saying that the prompts were announced too close to the date of the Week itself. So this year, I decided to switch it up a bit. The Week will still happen on the same dates as last year, but the process of collecting prompts and voting for the winners will happen earlier that year, to ensure that there will be enough time.
So, with that being said, the Google Sheet where everyone will be able to write down their ideas will be shared with the public at the 28th of February. It will be editable by for a week and a day. Normally, it's supposed to be only a week, but this year is a leap year, which means you'll have an extra day to add your suggestions.
After the predecided deadline, the spreadsheet will no longer be editable, but it will remain online and accessable to however wishes to go over the prompts once again.
Once the prompts have been collected, I will seperate all of them to five categories, depending on their energy. Those categories will be:
Smutty/Kinky Suggestions
Fluffy Suggestions
Humorous Suggestions
Sad/Angsty Suggestions
And there will be a fifth category titled Free-For-All. The suggestions that go there are the prompt that fall into two or more of the other categories. Once the prompts are seperated, I'll create a voting poll for each of the categories and I'll share all the polls with you so that you can select the suggestions you prefer. That will happen in the 7th of March and this process will last one week.
After the voting process is over, I'll collect the seven most voted prompts from each poll and arrange them in each of the seven days of the Week. That way, each day sill have five suggestions, one from each of the five categories, and you pick what you'd like to write for that day. When each of the prompts you have chosen has been arranged to each respective day, I will announce the winner prompts. That announcement will take place in the 14th of March.
The Week itself starts at the 14th of June and ends at the 20th of the same month. So from the moment the prompts will be announced, we will each have 3 months exactly to write/draw their works based on the prompts.
All forms of art are appreciated and welcome. You can write a story or a poem, draw a picture or a comic, you could even compose a song if you wish to do show, or make a post with a headcannon inspired from the suggestions of the day. You might want to do a different project for each day and that's more than okay as well! All I wish for is that, if you use your platform/account on Tumblr to spread your art, tag it as #zucestweek and/or #zucestweek2024 so that it'll be easier to find.
Soon, I'll make another post regarding other Zucest related events that will take place at the same period of time, so stay tuned.
As always, if anyone had any question/idea/suggestion/concern, please feel free to contact mez anonymously or not, any moment of any day, through an ask, a reblog, a comment, or a private message in this account, or in my other account @ilikepjo24, although I would prefer if you contacted this account, so other people that might have something similar to say could also get their answer by following this account here.
And as I mentioned before, I organize this event by myself *side eyes Zucest loving friends that do nothing* so I'd appreciate it if no anti tried to burden me with any hate, cause I honestly don't have time for that.
That is all, have a nice day, wherever you are!
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Welcome to the Wicked Secret Santa! A fanworks gift exchange for the Wicked fandom. Sign Ups open October 12!
How it works:
You MUST have a tumblr and an email you check regularly
Just like in a real life Secret Santa, you must give a gift to receive one
All gifts must be new, do not reuse any old creations. Additionally, AI work is not allowed
While I ask that you don’t sign up for this exchange if you don’t plan on seeing it through to the end, I know that unexpected things can happen. If you need to drop out of the Secret Santa for any reason, let me know asap so I can assign a Pinch Hitter to your former giftee.
NSFW work is allowed, just make sure your giftee is comfortable with it
This is an anonymous gift exchange, so you must remain anonymous until the Big Reveal on December 26th!
Pinch Hitters: Pinch Hitters are the angels of Secret Santa gift exchanges! In the event that someone drops out of the Secret Santa, a Pinch Hitter is a back up gifter to ensure that everyone gets a gift. In the sign up form, it will ask if you are interested in being a Pinch Hitter for this Secret Santa.
Even if you're not planning on participating in the Secret Santa, reblogs are much appreciated to spread the word. Please take a look at the schedule and guidelines linked below, and don't hesitate to send any questions to my askbox.
Schedule | Guidelines | Askbox
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About This Blog
[Last updated: 8/11/2023]
Hi fellow gamers & FFXIV players!
As you may all know, I basically came from Twitter just a day ago (07/03/2023) mainly due to the constant changes that have been made on that platform. So, I found an alternative way to post my JRPG/FFXIV knick-knacks (just in case Twitter got permanently broken), which is Tumblr!
Additionally, I have a separate FFXIV/FF blog that I mainly use for my longer written entries, where things can sometimes get a little bit serious.
Overall, for this Tumblr account, “Kurra’s Hideout,” please expect a few poses/screenshots, short quest updates, a few reblogs, and FFXIV/JRPG-related fan arts from me! (°▽°)/
You can also view this entry on a separate 📒page.
Navigation Guide can also be accessed 🗺️here.
Other FFXIV Screenshots are 🖼️here.
I needed a space where I can comfortably post daily/weekly updates on Kurra's progress or simply document the adventures she has without flooding some of my mutuals on this blog. So, I've created a sideblog that contains FFXIV daily (or weekly) logs of Kurra and it can now be accessed ✒️here.
🌸 FINAL UPDATE 🌸
08/11/23: In case you're seeing this as I did not plan to make this as a separate post -- I might take a break from posting on sns, especially here, except on my main (it's on a different account) starting today. I don't know if I will come back, and during my absence, I might not be sending ♥ as I'll be deleting the apps from my phone as well. I've enjoyed lurking here, seeing your FFXIV-related posts, fanarts, and stuff, which has made me love the game even more and appreciate the community better. I just don't think that my posts and mere updates contribute to anything, not even to myself. I have finally decided to be laidback and enjoy the moments I have in-game without overposting. Which then led me to finally archive this account. Although I have enjoyed participating in OC questions, along with other similar activities, and sharing support with my fellow FFXIV players during this short period of time, I think social media, on the whole, is not really for me.
I am also still undecided about discontinuing posts on my blogpost account. However, if I decide not to, you are always welcome to visit. But don't expect consistent posts there.
You can also support my partner/EB @skyeblue-phoenix once he gains his energy to do posts again. He is more social butterfly than me. 🙂
Again, thank you so much for your warm welcome and supportive community. I will now continue my journey in-game in solitude. This is Kurra, signing off. 👋
𝓟𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮!
Author: Neir / @angrybluemint
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