#anyway. she came up with a number and it's not...bad? but it's not great either

[bookwyrminspiration]

including proper citations where you're not "supposed" to is the funniest fucking thing in the world to me. i just sent an email to my instructor quoting and citing said instructor with a works cited section

#shitpost #it was me arguing that I shouldn't have to go to tutoring for this paper due tomorrow #it's part of the paper requirements but she said we could send an email arguing why we shouldn't have to #and MAN i hope she excuses me because #i was planning to write the whole thing this afternoon and tomorrow #and if I have to come back to campus. just to go visit tutoring for a few minor pointers #i'm going to be miffed #i asked her how many points i'd lose if I just didn't do it #and she was like...i don't know...I didn't think that far ahead...i didn't think anyone wouldn't do it since it's a requirement.... #like. love her but also. have you MET college students??? #we will skip things sometimes #anyway. she came up with a number and it's not...bad? but it's not great either #so. i'd really just rather be excused #this is what I get for writing my essays last minute. alas #i always do pretty well either way!! so

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 2

All work words count: 14 593

Words in this part: 1 794

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Of new names and teasing

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part

Duke knew that Dani was in their agreed meeting point, he even vaguely knew where she was floating but not much more. She used her invisibility, which was weird since she knew it didn't work correctly on him. It was fifth time they met, of course they knew. 

"Hey Signal, remember how you said that I need a codename if we're going to hang out in future and that all my previous ideas were horrible names?" a disembodied girly voice asked. Duke smiled. Ever since he raised the idea, the girl would come up with ridiculous names to be called, proposing them with absolutely straight face. It was expected from someone who thought Dani Phantom was a good alias. It didn't make her ideas any less amusing.

"Of course I do. Whatcha got for me today?"

"Alright, since you don't let me be a name stealer, I decided to take a sheet from local nightlife's notebook–"

"You mean take a leaf from their book?" He was sure she was rolling her eyes on him, but it didn't stop him. No one could maim English language like that with him around.

"Whatever. I chose to steal their idea and became a bird. It's only fair since I can actually fly!"

"Can't exactly disagree. So, what did you get this time?"

"You'll like that, I promise. But now, I introduce to you…"

Duke got ready to shut down every Robin iteration and all Birdgirls he could think of.

"HOOPOE!" Dani yelled, popping back to the visible spectrum. She was covered in bright orange cape with weirdly shaped hood and flimsy mask "I even did some costume changes to fit the name better–" in all honesty, one, yeah, he wasn't blind he realized, two, he needed a moment to remember how these birds looked (his first thought was 'wait it's a thing?!'). But then he got it and yeah, those were funny little creatures, just like Dani. It fitted her "–so even if you don't like it, it doesn't matter," she added, sticking her tongue out.

Duke patted her on the head. He was there, he knew it mattered.

"It's a great name Hoopoe"

Dani visibly though probably unconsciously, relaxed. Her mouth curved into a proud grin and her aura brightened. Normal auras didn't do that. He got used to Dani surprising him like that sometimes.

"Of course it's great, I made it."

Duke chose to not remind her about almost two dozen times she came up with absolutely not great names or about the fact that technically she didn't quite make this one either. He wasn't in such a petty mood. Maybe in future if he needed blackmail.

Oh, it was such a Bat thing, wasn't it? He needed to spend some more time with his civilian to get it out of himself, he liked his ability to interact with normal people in a healthy way. 

*

"Wait, is your mask a paper?"

"What else could it be, titanium?"

"If you stop three muggings on the next three patrols each I'll get you a better one, okay?"

"Hey, my mask is perfectly fine"

"Yeah, but it can tear too easily. I can get you a mask that is more sturdy."

"Aha."

"It's the same material every Robin and Nightwing wear…"

"Don't care, my mask is flawless"

"..."

"Okay, better mask would be cool"

***

On the third patrol Dani joined, about a week and a half ago, they exchanged numbers. Duke knew how hard it was to come to terms with new powers on one's own and God strike him with a lightning or something if he ever lets anyone go through similar bullshit. Especially since she didn't seem to have anyone taking care of her. Girl her age shouldn't be able to hang out or respond to messages within ten minutes at any given time. Only twice she didn't do that, because she was on a celebrity hunt for autographs as she later explained. He would be teased endlessly if any Wayne or their associate learned about it, but he considered introducing Dani to Bruce. She needed help, okay?! He didn't inherit adoption tendencies.

But he hadn't done that, partially because he didn't want to scare Dani off and partially because of fear of teasing. And bet. Because of course in the meantime somehow there happened a bet. 

He smirked at the video Dani sent as a response to the hydration check. She was tossing a coin and playing an elimination game to pick one juice from eight drinks she had. Steph jumped over the back of the couch to join him. At the start she was in front of him so to do that she had to run around the furniture but such minor inconveniences couldn't even wish to stop her dramatics.

"You're smiling at your phone ergo you either text your secret girlfriend/boyfriend/enbyfriend or watch memes. Show me the memes," she demanded, nudging him in the arm. Duke chuckled.

"Wrong guess. I'm texting my sidekick," they agreed it would be a funny way to introduce Dani to people who asked. Duke tried his best at this whole having sidekick thing anyway. As well as he could without help from other Bats because of this damn bet.

Steph froze for a moment.

"Your what–"

"And the lucky winner is… an apple with mint juice! Damn I really hoped it would be lemonade,"  Dani from the video announced cheerfully before opening the bottle" Shame it didn't make it past semi-finals. Happy hydration break. I'm going on an autograph hunt so I may not respond for the next two hours or so. Wish me luck, bye~"

Duke paused the video before it replayed. He glanced at Steph who finally rebooted.

"How come you got a kid and I learned about it just now?"

“In my defense I'm like 60% sure you're the second person in the family to learn about her. Depends if Tim got his ‘I have to know everything, gotta check body cams’ paranoid spree in the last two weeks or not. There was no teasing from Babs or anyone else if I'm being honest and no lecture from B, so they have no idea.”

“First was Alfred?”

“First was Alfred. I still don't know how.”

“That's our grandtler for you. You are forgiven but you have to tell me everything about her,” Steph demanded excitedly. “And show me the photos''

Duke snorted.

“She goes by Hoopoe and is about Damian's age. She can tell you her real name when B inevitably finds out and tries to interrogate her.”

“What if Spoiler drops by during the day?”

“You can try but give it another week and a day, okay?”

“Why?”

“We have bet that I'll hide her from B for three weeks. Tomorrow is the end of the second week. We both know how he is, he'll have questions if you randomly show up during the day."

"Stakes?"

"Speedster worth of winners favorite Batburger meal, 2 quarts of chosen drink and cookies"

"Valid. I ain't snitch, but I want to know more. Is she a meta?”

"Yeah. Powers I know of are invisibility, intangibility, superspeed, enhanced hearing and flight. Probably more. I think she already had some training with it because she has quite amazing control over this stuff. Like, it comes naturally to her. But her hand to hand is atrocious."

"Are you jealous?"

"No."

"Omg, you totally are! Don't be, she is just a baby with a better idea of what's going on with her powers than you have with yours. There is nothing to be mad about Duke, it's okay Duke–"

"Keep going and I won't tell you anything about her," he dared, trying not to snort. 

"Sorry, sorry, you're doing great, please continue," she nudged his arm again "Don't be such softie, dude" He stared at her at the comment, disbelief clear on his face. Steph at least then looked a little ashamed "Okay, sorry. You're honestly doing far better than any of us would. Excluding Cass and Alfred."

"Excluding Cass and Alfred," he agreed easily enough.

"So, you think your kid has some training with her powers," she recalled eagerly.

"Yeah, probably from when she was helping her cousin. He is a hero in Amity Park, Illinois, his name is Phantom. It took very little digging even though Hoopoe does her best to stay mysterious. I swear this kid has no brain-mouth filter. But! I got my second shovel talk from her cousin!”

“The what?”

“After a week of hanging out with her, I got message on Signal’s twitter from Phantom that basically read as ‘I have nothing against you, really dude I’m a fan but here is list of my most powerful enemies, and let me tell you, there were some scarily powerful guys there, I won with all of them, if something bad happens to Hoopoe I can and will destroy you.’ After some research, yes, I think he could try and have considerable chance of success. Even if he didn’t fight would be painful enough to be a lesson. He and Hoopoe have the same powers and she worked with him for some time. She most likely learned then. She was called Dani Phantom, boy went by Danny Phantom then”

“Dear gods, their aliases were so horrible, who even let them go with it?! Are those their first names?!” Steph sounded genuinely offended by it.

“I don’t know,” Yeah, he knew, but he preferred to keep at least this secret to himself ”In boy's defense, because Hoopoe came much later,  he was fourteen and Amity went to shit really fast, so alias was probably not his first concern. And it’s much better than Invioso-bill, name he was given by the press. And he uses some intense gaslighting to make people believe it’s just Phantom now. And allegedly they’re both ghosts. Apparently ghosts don’t exactly have secret identity”

“You doubt it”

“You would too. She eats, she breathes and she is tangible by default. From what I know, ghosts don’t do that”

“They don’t, I checked. I went on a research spree when I first learned about Deadman. I just thought it was so cool you know. Ghosts being real and all,” Steph leaned towards him, almost vibrating with anticipation.

“Really?” he asked, knowing what he was getting into.

“Yeah, you see…”

And on she went, releasing expected infodump as if she waited for this opportunity ever since she first read about it.

********

Some additional name getting shenanigans

Signal: I won't call you Dani in the field

Dani: Why?

Signal: Ever heard of secret identity? Name is, like, half of it. Disguise is other half but it can be exchanged with lore. Superman made it work. Just make up enough lore for people to not question it.

Dani: Oh, okay *gremlin^2 mode activated*

Random they just rescued: And who are you little one?

Dani: *looking them dead in the eyes* I am clone of dead child hero, travelling around the world to find identity separated from my template befre mistakes made during my creation make me turn into puddle of primordal liquid and my conciousness fades forever

Random: *petrified* What?

Signal: *internally* I have miscalculated

Dani: Kid Signal

Signal: No.

Dani: It works in Central

Signal: We're not in Central

Dani: Signalgirl

Dani: I mean, Batgirl exists

Signal: No.

Dani: Monochromatic Signal. Y'know, Red Robin route?

Signal: ...

Signal: Just no. Don't make my name part of your name

Next part

Do you want to see some Hoopoe doodles I made? There were redesigns!!!

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he doesn't even know it yet #not fully at least #Dani: *barerly visible over the counter* Where can I find books about orange birds? #Babs: *gives her directions* #Babs: Why do I feel like it was significant encounter? #Dani's cape was in fact a blanket #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

[magics-neptunes-things]

One Love (2)

Hello everyone!

After several requests for Luna, here again. The requests can be found here, here and here. I know I haven’t answered all the suggestions you’ve made, but it gives me more ideas for other stories/chapters so it’s pretty cool right?

Also, I have absolutely not reread what I wrote, apologies if there are mistakes.

Enjoy!

TW : Jealousy, suggestive

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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Lucy was looking at her girlfriend with pride. She was gutted when she learned that her team wasn’t qualified to play the Olympics Games, which was quite understandable. But now in her WAG era, she can’t be anything except proud of her girlfriend. She just has to shoot a glance at Lia to know that she’s proud of her own girlfriend too. Her friendship with her was unexpected to be honest. But when Ona mentioned that she could assist the final of the UEFA National League with the Swiss Woman, Lucy didn’t refuse. She didn’t know personally Lia, but some of her friends did and she always heard good things about her.

And since they had a great time together at Sevilla, Lucy proposed at Lia to watch the game together. They weren’t in the family section, but Lucy is wearing a Spanish jersey with the number 2 and O. Batlle written on the back. She couldn’t be more obvious than that. Lia chooses to be more subtle and was wearing a bracelet with Spanish color and Mariona’s number writing in white.

“She’s looking for you” Lia says to Lucy.

Ona was actually in the pitch, her eyes scanning the crowd. Lucy told her where she will be sat, but it’s difficult to see when the stadium is full like today. Laia Aleixandri came to hug Ona and exchange a few words with her, before starting to look at the crowd too.

“They are so bad at this” Lucy laughs.

“Mario didn’t find me either” Lia smiles.

But it doesn’t really matter, both know that they will find their girlfriends later for the celebration. Ona is disturbed in her research by Aitana, coming to jump on her back and taking her to go to the ceremony and be cover with her gold medals. Another one to add to the Spanish collection.

With a pout on her face, Ona let Aitana take her by the arm, leading her where they’re supposed to be. But Ona turns her head one last time and that’s when she saw her. Her face light up in an almost funny way and Lucy just wave at her. Ona wave back, making a heart with her hands before following Aitana, her heart lighter now.

***

Almost two hours later, Ona can finally go to the room where their family and friends are. She just out of the shower and her hair are still wet from it, but she just wants to see her girlfriend. She thought that now that they both live in Barcelona being away from her will be less difficult. How was she wrong. Being apart from Lucy is harder everyday and she can’t remember how she survived the long-distance relationship at first. Her being in Manchester and Lucy in Barcelona, they were way more apart than together. Even if they managed to have quality time, like the day when Lucy went to see her play, it was hard. And she was missing Lucy a lot.

Lucy’s smiling when she saw Ona and the younger one can’t resist and almost jump in her arms. She saw an edit of her almost crashing in Lucy’s arms at each beginning of games and Lucy teased her a lot about it.

This time, the English woman pick her and squeeze her hard in her arms, lifting her feet off the ground a few centimeters. Ona laughs and put a kiss in her neck, before being putting on the ground again.

“You were amazing. Like always. I’m so proud of you Ona, I swear” mumbles Lucy, stroking Ona’s cheek.

The brunette blushes, unable to keep looking at her girlfriend. Her smile is wide anyway and Lucy has to work on herself not to kiss her like crazy right now. She knows those kinds of kisses will come later, in their hotel room. Or Ona’s hotel room, in which Lucy intends to impose herself tonight.

“I love you” whispers Lucy in Ona’s hear after taking her against her one more time.

Ona looks at her this time, still with her big smile on her face.

“I love you too, Luce. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for one million. Plus, I have my new bestie now.”

Ona follows Lucy gaze on Lia and Mariona, standing a few meters from them, and chuckle lightly. And, because she’s still in her girlfriend’s arms, she lets herself go a little more against Lucy. The dark hair woman kiss her hair softly before releasing her.

“Go say hi to your family, your brother is here and I think he misses you. I’ll try those margaritas. I see you later superstar.”

Ona pouts but let Lucy push her in the right direction. To be honest, she missed her brother, her sister-in-law and her parents too. She went for them under Lucy’s gaze, before the English woman went to the bar.

Lucy let Ona enjoy her night with her teammates and family, even if she knows a lot of them. She’s happy for the Spanish team, a lot of them are her friends too after all. She talks with Jenni with whom she hasn’t had much exchange since her departure for Mexico, but which she is happy to meet again.

She talked with Mariona too, Cata and Aitana. It’s only when she’s talking to Alexia about the new restaurant in their neighborhood that she feels a twist in her stomach.

“You’re not watching your girl, Bronzey?” asks Jenni with a smirk, cutting their conversation.

Frowning, Lucy immediately looks for Ona’s figure in the crowd. She spots her quickly in a corner of the room, talking with someone. Well Lucy wouldn’t have a problem with Ona talking to someone, but this someone having their hand on her girlfriend, it’s something else.

“Who’s this?” she asks Alexia.

The blonde looks in the same direction before answering. She frowns too and it piques Lucy’s curiosity. Usually, Alexia knows everyone, even from afar. No matter who this girl is, she still has a hand on Ona’s shoulder and holds her hand with the second.

The English girl feels her blood bubbling in her veins. She was never jealous before Ona, she was more the kind of girl who can let her girlfriend for a two weeks journey without her. She can’t even imagine this kind of things with Ona. It’s not that she didn’t trust her girlfriend, she knows Ona would never do anything like that. But she didn’t trust the world, who doesn’t seem to be able to resist Ona’s charm.

Lucy’s jaw is tightened when Ona looks up in her direction. But Lucy realizes immediately the look of distress from Ona. She didn’t need more, putting her glass in Jenni’s hands before crossing the room to take her girlfriend back.

“Hola” Lucy says when she’s next to Ona.

She heard them talking in Catalan and thanks to Ona, her Catalan is way better than it was before. Next to her, Ona seems to be relaxing and it’s only now that she’s by her side that Lucy realizes how uncomfortable her girlfriend was.

“Hola mi Vida” Ona smiles, before turning at Lucy’s opponent “Lucy, this is Maria. Maria, you know Lucy?”

Lucy can’t say if it’s because of her burning look, but the named Maria release Ona almost immediately, to their relief. Still keeping her eyes on Maria, Lucy takes Ona by her waist, dragging her against her body. But Ona let her do it, knowing how much Lucy can struggle with her jealousy sometimes.

Lucy learns that this Maria is here because she’s a great friend from Atheana and as Ona and Maria talked, she didn’t let Ona go. Ona’s hand finds their way to Lucy’s back pocket, the English woman smirking at the movement.

Atheana finally comes to take her friend back and If Ona says goodbye, Lucy only responds with a vague gesture of the head. Ona let a sigh of relief go, sticking against Lucy.

“Thanks for coming for me” Ona whispers.

But Lucy only grumbles, still looking at Maria who is now talking to Teresa. She only takes her eyes away from her when Ona kisses her jaw.

“Who was this bitch touching you?”

Ona flinches a little at the question, dragging Lucy’s attention once again. She doesn’t want to hide anything to her though, so she answers with all her sincerity.

“Maria. We… Well, we had a thing, some years ago” Ona confesses, looking carefully at Lucy’s face.

Lucy knows she doesn’t have the right to be jealous, Ona had a life before her, and she knows it. But still. Having her brain picturing her girlfriend with someone else is always something very disturbing for her.

“And why your ex thinks it’s ok to touch you the way she did?” Lucy groans

“I don’t know. I try to escape her grip but when I took a step back, she moved forward by two.” Ona answers, still looking deeply at Lucy, before asking. “Do you maybe want some fresh air?”

“Yes please”

Without waiting a little more, Ona takes Lucy’s hand to drag her outside. It was cold now that the night is well advanced and Ona shivers almost immediately. Lucy sees it, of course, and opens her arms in invitation for her girlfriend. The younger one doesn’t hesitate to stick to Lucy, who then tightens her arms around her, locking her with her in her jacket.

Rocking themselves lightly, Lucy let her lips slide along Ona’s temple. The Spaniard has her face against Lucy neck and really thinks she can fall asleep just like that. She can smell and feel Lucy everywhere and it’s her favorite place to be.

“When was it?” Lucy asks suddenly.

“What?” Ona mumbles almost sleepily, pulling her face out of Lucy’s neck.

“You and this… Maria”

“Oh. It was way before you.”

“Well, I hope so. I’d have to kill her otherwise.”

Ona giggles lightly, kissing her girlfriend softly on her lips. She missed this feeling too, Lucy’s lips are way softer than she expects at first. And she loves it.

“It was before Feli. In like 2018, 2019 I think” answers Ona after the kiss, playing with Lucy’s baby hair on her neck.

“And why didn’t it work with her?”

Her tone was less aggressive now, Lucy being genuinely intrigued by the answer. Ona almost never talks about her past relationships; Lucy isn’t even sure that she can name all of Ona’s exes.

“I don’t really know” Ona answers “We were young and the long-distance relationship wasn’t really for us. At the end we were just fighting for everything, anytime. It was really tiring honestly. She was the one who broke up, but it was definitely better this way.”

Lucy hums, looking at her girlfriend with a thoughtful gaze. Ona didn’t take hers away, her arms still around her neck. But then Lucy seems to come back to herself and tighten her arms around Ona’s waist.

“Well, she had her chance. Now you’re mine.”

********

Hours later, Lucy’s watching Ona came back to reality under her, a smirk on her face. They had their personal celebration after the official, Lucy following Ona in her hotel room. They didn’t really ask the permission to be honest, but as soon as the door was close behind them, nothing mattered.

Letting Ona catch her breath again, Lucy kisses slowly her cheeks, her nose, her neck and every part of her face. Soon after she can feel Ona smiling under her lips and that’s the moment when she kisses her lips.

“You okay Princesa?” she whispers against her lips.

“Couldn’t be better” Ona mumbles. “You?”

“More than that” Lucy assures her.

Ona smiles but doesn’t let Lucy gets up from the bed when the English woman try to, wrapping her hands around Lucy’s body. Even under the explanation that she was just going to get them a bottle of water, Ona doesn’t release her.

“I had to live almost a month without you. Don’t hope to take a step without me being less than fifty centimeters from you.”

Lucy laughs, lying again with the Spaniard in her bed. She lets Ona’s hand stroke her body, with much more tenderness and much less eagerness and almost despair than some minutes ago.

They look at each other, each of them in her own head. Ona is thinking about their time together from the beginning, the first time they really talked at Lucy Stanisford’s wedding. How she blushed when she cross Lucy’s eyes an awful number of times during the night, before Lucy came to talk to her. They immediately click together, like to part of the same orange. Lucy was everything she always wished for and she never has been so happy in her life before her.

In Lucy’s head, however…

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

“What?”

In fact, Ona perfectly understood the words that have just passed Lucy’s lips.

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

Lucy does not hesitate to repeat herself, without leaving Ona’s face. It’s not a question, rather an information she gives to Ona. The brunette didn’t answer at first, before biting her lips.

“Don’t say that” she whispers.

“Why?” Lucy says, a little louder than Ona “I thought you wanted to get married?”

They had this conversation some weeks ago and Ona confessed her desire to get married with Lucy and having a family with her too. It was something Lucy wanted to too, so Ona’s reaction is a little hard to understand for her at this moment.

“I do” the Spaniard answers, taking one of Lucy’s hands in hers to play with her fingers. “But my abuela always said not to talk about the things we want too often because it attracts the evil eye or bad luck. And what you just said... there’s nothing I want more than that."

Lucy holds back from rolling eyes in front of so much superstition, content to deposit a delicate kiss on the lips of her girlfriend.

"There is no evil eye, no bad luck, no one who will stop us. Don’t worry about that."

It’s hard for Ona not to believe what Lucy just said. Although the words were whispered, there is such a strength of conviction in each of them that Ona cannot doubt it.

"I love you, Ona. I love you so much and I swear I will fight for us every day of my life if I have to. You are my everything, no one will ever take that away from you."

Ona’s crying now, overwhelmed by so much love. She takes Lucy’s face between her hands and kiss her with all the love, the affection and the passion she has for her. She’s not sure that it proves almost the half of all her feelings, but she try.

And she will try maybe a lot of time more this same night.

#woso imagine #ona batlle #woso fanfics #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine

[yinyangofnevermore]

So you’re considering watching RWBY

Or you’re trying to convince someone else to watch it

(I made another similar post about this a while back)

But you/they aren’t sure. Something is holding you/them back. Like:

“But the animation n stuff is SO BAD!” - Sure. In the beginning it’s not great (though many of us now look back on those early volumes with fondness.) But you have to understand, RWBY started as a passion project at a small company with a budget of like $20 (yes I’m exaggerating but STILL.) They simply didn’t have the funds for good animation. But, after volume 3 came out, the show became a literal international hit and so the budget increased. And, subsequently, so did the animation quality. You can see that progression easily enough here. The quality goes from this:

To this:

“It looks stupid and childish!” - Yeah, in the beginning it’s meant to seem silly. And it still has its cartoonishly silly moments later on too. But those silly moments are meant to soften the blow of the PAIN. Because, while RWBY starts off as a silly, “good always triumphs over evil” slice of life magic academy type show it does not STAY that. There is PAIN. LOTS OF IT! If you keep watching, you’ll find out within like 6 hrs worth of watching that it’s not just some silly slice of life show. There is a complete 180 along the way when you find out what RWBY is truly about. The show actually delves into some pretty heavy stuff. PTSD, abuse, neglect, abandonment issues, alcoholism, loss, the inability to move on from loss for some, and more. For more on this, check out this post.

“I saw some stuff on Twitter/Tumblr/Youtube about how bad it is.” - That’s because there are ppl out there who want the show to be something it’s not. Or they got upset when things didn’t happen the way they wanted. Like Blacksun shippers or Adam and Ironwood Stans. Or they just want to shit on something. But EVERY show has its haters. Every piece of media has its haters. And they like to be loud edgelords about it. Sometimes just to be controversial and pick a fight. But that doesn’t mean shit. There are ppl out there who absolutely hate your favorite pieces of media, whether you’re aware of it or not. And that doesn’t stop you from liking it, does it? Don’t let a few haters prevent you from potentially finding your new favorite thing. Because there are a LOT of ppl out there who absolutely LOVE this show.

“I tried watching the first few episodes and I just... Couldn’t.” - Dude, I get it. Trust me. I did the same exact thing when I started watching. I watched the first couple of episodes and literally turned it off. But then I saw a few ppl posting about it here on Tumblr a while later and gave it a second shot on a whim. And BOY did it not disappoint when I got far enough in (and yes, that took a minute.) Mind you, this was back when Volume 3 was originally airing, so the drastic improvements in animation hadn’t happened yet. But I stuck with it anyways. And now look at me. But the show does take a while to really ramp up, so to speak. The beat doesn’t DROP until a bit later on in volume 3.

But, if you enjoy character growth and analysis, then you will most likely enjoy this show. The number of analyses on Tumblr and prolly Twitter as well are MANY. The main 4 characters are badass ladies learning how to fight and deal with life. Every character in the show is based on either a fairy tale, mythology, history, pop culture, etc. (sometimes they have multiple allusions to different degrees) and teasing out those details on top of everything else is quite fun if you enjoy searching for Easter eggs, significant imagery, foreshadowing, parallels, and so on. Interesting villains too. Not just the standard “Evil Witch because she’s evil with henchmen” thing. But fleshed out villains that have their Reasons™️. Like “Cinderella took so much abuse as a kid/teenager that she fucking snapped” type reasons. There is SO MUCH you can delve into with this show if you want to. Details as small as a whale statue in Gepetto’s office, or Belle reading a book with a candelabrum that looks like Lumiere, or characters wearing the colors of the person they love, or characters having eyes the color of their love’s aura (an extension of their soul.) SO MANY PLACES TO FIND THESE DETAILS. Including the lyrics to the music.

Which leads me to the music in this show is freaking AWESOME. And if you can’t appreciate that Casey Lee Williams has been singing in these soundtracks since she was like 13 or 14 (and listening to how she’s grown as a musician throughout it all to the point where she is now one of the music leads for the show) then I don’t know what to tell you. The music is all produced in house. And the lyrics reflect that. Each song is from the perspective of a RWBY character (or like team RWBY in general, depending on the song) and the lyrics give insights either about the characters or about stuff in the show (lore, foreshadowing, etc.) And they’re as fun to analyze as they are to jam out to.

The writing is FANTASTIC. Is it perfect? No. Of course not. They made mistakes along the way. Prolly will make some more. But every piece of media does to some extent. People aren’t perfect and so neither are their creations. But those imperfections don’t outweigh how amazing the story they’ve woven is. The writers of RWBY constantly subvert expectations in a BRILLIANT way. Not in a “wtf?? Where did that come from?” sort of way. But in a “OMG! Now that I go back and watch this again it makes SO MUCH SENSE” sort of way. And things that happen in early volumes actually COME BACK to affect things later. The show doesn’t just MOVE ON. The writers have been playing the long game this whole time. And rewatches will almost always show new details and foreshadowing you might have missed before.

Also, it GAY. And it’s THE major romance of the show. Not just a side story. And the voice actors are the Captains of the Ship! And it’s a beautifully written slow burn romance (amongst other romances also in the show) with yearning and pining for DAYS.  I believe it was Monty who said, “Good romance is earned.” And boy are they earning it!

So, in short, FUCKING WATCH RWBY.

DAMMIT.

If you do decide to watch, Volumes 1-8 are all on RoosterTeeth.com for free or everything is on Crunchyroll. And I definitely suggest starting with the 4 trailers, in order: Red, White, Black, then Yellow.

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Flyboy and the Florist-3

Bob Floyd x F!Reader

Warnings: None except our nervous WSO, Fluff

Word Count: 830

Author's Note: Here's the next part! This one is a little longer than the others but its one of the most important moments for our little couple! Also, I hid another hint of how reader feels about Bob in here and her nickname/callsign! Again I love talking with you guys so please reblog/comment/ask about this story!

Maybe taking his two best friends to meet his crush was a bad idea. Bob was already sweating bullets about finally asking her out and maybe bringing two people known to embarrass Bob was not the way to do this. It was too late anyway. Natasha was driving, Bob was in the passenger seat, and Bradley was in the back. Honestly, Bob felt like he was going to throw up. The butterflies in his stomach had become aggravated. Would he be successful this time? Or would he come home with another bouquet of blush tea roses and what she calls dwarf sunflowers? He wasn’t sure.

Natasha noticed the grey storm cloud that was hovering over Bob. She knew that whoever this florist was, she was making her backseater question his every decision. “Bob, I’m sure you’ll get her number this time. Okay?”

This made him turn his head to face his partner. “Are you sure? For the past two weeks, I’ve tried to conjure up the words and instead, I just word vomit in front of her.”

“Is it that bad Bobby boy?” Bradley asked while leaning on the center console. He didn’t think anything could rattle the WSO except Jake’s jabs at him during a drunken round of pool. “Is this florist that daunting? Is she scary or somethin’?”

The question made Bob think about her. She wasn’t at all daunting. She was alluring and beautiful in ways that Bob couldn’t explain. It made Bob feel like a complete fool. How could he go for a girl who is so beautiful and kind like her? Either way, he knew that if he got her number and asked her out on a date, he would feel more successful than what happened with the uranium mission.  A curt stop shook him out of his thoughts. Natasha had parked in the of the shop. The sign hung in the window. It said “Apotheca Blooms” with botanical and celestial motifs surrounding it. “Is this the place?” asked Bradley while stepping out of Nat’s car. He was surprised that the “supposed” daunting florist had a shop that looked warm and cozy. He was expecting something entirely else. “Yep. Let’s hope today is the day.” Bob said with a somewhat hopeless sigh. He was going back to the thought that this was a bad idea. Would his friends be great wingmen/wingwomen? Or would they make the situation worse? Well, it was too late to figure that out because Nat and Bradley were already through the door. Bob quickly followed after the chaotic duo hoping that everything would go smoothly.

Walking in, the three of them started looking around. Natasha found a whole section of bath salts and bath bombs that were already calling her name. Bradley was taking everything in from the flowers to the table of crystals. Bob was looking for the reason he came. 

“Are you finding everything okay?” said a voice coming from behind the table full of bouquets.

“Ahhh!” Bradley yelped while searching for the voice. The florist came around the table to greet everyone. 

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” she said while looking at the trio. She was surprised to see two new faces alongside Bob. 

Bradley at that moment decided to get a look at the woman that was haunting Bob. What he saw was a woman that he didn’t think Bob would for based on appearances but he knew that appearances can be deceiving. “More surprised than scared. I didn’t see you hiding in all that flora and fauna.” Bradley answered back while chuckling.

“Well, it wouldn’t be the first time I surprised a customer. I’ve been told a have quiet footfalls.”She said while showing her captivating smile. “Either way, how can I help you folks?”

“Well I’m here for some bath salts which I already found and this guy is just here for the ride,” Nat replied while pointing her thumb over to Bradley. The florist nodded when she looked over to Bob.

“Hi, Bobby. How are you?”

“I’m-m great! How are you? Did you ever get that new tea blend figured out?”

“I did! You should definitely try it, I think you’ll like it.” She immediately answered the WSO’s question with delight.

This is when Nat and Bradley realized something that Bob didn’t. The florist already liked him and he was missing all the signs. Nat decided to elbow Bob in the side to get him to stop avoiding the main reason they were there. Bob recognized this so he decided now or never. “Umm, actually I came here for something else.”

“Oh? What is it Bobby?” she asked while tilting her head.

Taking a deep breath, Bob thought out his next words carefully. He knew he couldn’t keep buying more flowers for zero reason. He had to make you see that he could treat you right and more.

“Well, I was wondering if I could take you out for a date.” 

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❤️‍🔥!Bad reputation!❤️‍🔥

Pairings : Mick Schumacher X femOC (Cherrie)

Word count : 6.2k

Warnings: just fluff I think . Sappy asf. To make up for the max angst lmfao xoxo

The two times world champion was all that people could talk about lately , her name had been whispered and muttered among the paddock for so long now that it was becoming almost like second nature for mick to overhear her name as he passed by .

All anyone could talk about was how different she was from the other drivers , how she seemed to think that she was better than them all , with the way that she refused to spend any of her free time around them .

She simply came to the track , she won the race and then she would leave . Just like that.

She didn't even celebrate with the other podium winners , didn't attend any of the over the top parties that were thrown for her . Didn't let the other guys drag her out to any clubs for drinks , she didn't do more than give them the occasional smile and pat on the back before pulling her usual disappearing act.

She didn't let anybody know her . Didn't want to be any of their friends , despite how much they tried.

And so the nickname the 'ice queen' had been born.

Because she didn't seem to like anyone at all .

Didn't even try to play nice or waste her time pretending that she wanted to be around them. She spent most of her time in interviews and their conferences with a bored look on her face , only speaking when spoken too.

And even when she did speak , rarely did she say anything nice about them.

It was as though she saw every single one of them as as her rival , on and off the track.

Even though she was still so young and by right , she should have fit right in with the rest of the guys . She didn't let herself get close to any of them , didn't even look at them most of the time.

And it had caused a lot of tension and uneasiness to surround them whenever she was around. Their teams had worried about the way her coldness and uncaring nature would come off to the media .

The way it seemed as though she hated even her own teammates , never interacting with them unless she was forced to.

Merely giving them a small nod of congratulations if they managed to make it into the top five , never seeming very impressed with them at all.

Because she was number one and she stayed number one .

She was there to win , not make friends. She had simply told the reporters whenever she was questioned on her lack of relationships with the rest of the drivers .

Mick didn't quite understand the big drama that was surrounding her at all. So she liked her privacy and preferred to be alone, what was so bad about that?

She had been nothing but polite and cordial to him whenever the two crossed paths .

She would always give him a 'good morning' or a pretty little smile whenever she saw him. She had even checked in on him after the race when he had crashed , making sure that he was okay and not leaving his side until she was certain that he was a hundred percent okay.

He wouldn't call them friends yet, not out loud anyways. He didn't want to get his hopes crushed about their barely there friendship but they were something .

She certainly treated him a lot nicer than she did the others . Never once had she spoken a bad word about him either .

In fact , whenever she was asked a question about mick she would always boost him up and praise him without any hesitation , despite him not being as high as ranks as she was .

She saw potential in him and she always told him that one day he would be on top.

That was more than enough for him .

He thought that she was pretty great.

The others drivers however ... they seemed to be filled with a mixture of intimidation and annoyance just at the sight of her.

Hearing cherries name being brought up in conversation , he stopped in his tracks as he saw Pierre , Charles and Sebastian stood talking inside . Their eyes glued to a screen with matching looks of unease .

"What's going on?" He walked over to them curiously , giving Sebastian a friendly pat on the back in hello. Getting a smile in return from the older man.

Pierre just frowned at the tv screen unhappily "she's slagging us all off again." He almost whined . Not understanding why she didn't seem to like them at all.

Charles , her teammate , not wanting to talk negatively about her just squirmed a little uncomfortably.

"I don't think she means to." He told them honestly , having noticed the way that she seemed to just talk without thinking about the consequences. She just said whatever was on her mind .

"I think it just comes across wrong." He added with a small wince as they all watched Cherrie purse her lips in clear annoyance as the reporter brought up their names to her again.

Mick rose his eyebrow as he intently watched the screen , taking in the denim shorts and Ferrari tank top that she was wearing .

All of her tattoos that covered her arms and legs on show , he thought that he saw a new one on her chest as well. He didn't recall seeing that snake on her skin before .

He would have to ask her about it , he thought to himself vaguely as he tried to focus on what she was saying instead .

"Do you think that the competition will be more difficult for you this season? It's seems the new cars will be incredibly powerful." The man said while looking at her expectantly .

Cherrie just tilted her head and lazily brought the microphone up to her painted red lips , looking

Bored out of her mind .

"You could have the most powerful and fastest car in the world but If you can't control it well.. If the driver doesn't match the car then it makes no difference to the result in the end." She simply replied as though she was racing against idiots .

She didn't mean it badly . She just meant that she hoped that the rest of the drivers were ready to handle their new cars. That she hoped they felt like one with their wheel.

Only it didn't come across as she had hoped. Like usual .

Instead she sounded as though she was calling them all terrible drivers.

Sebastian snorted a little in amusement from beside him .

"She's not wrong. You wouldn't become a singer if you didn't know how to sing would you?" He resorted. Seeing her point.

Mick just hummed in quiet agreement .

"So you think that it'll be an easy win for you again this year?" The man asked , stunned by her words.

Cherrie just shrugged a little , chewing on her bottom lip for a moment before answering.

"I think that I've trained well and my car feels good. I know that I can achieve what I want if I put my mind to it. So if I want to win then I will do so.." she confidently answered .

Mick laughed a little at that. Grinning to himself as he shared a amused look with Sebastian at how casually she was destroying them all.

Pierre didn't look as amused , shaking his head with a frown.

Charles , honestly , just looked a little envious at his teammates confidence in herself. Wishing that he could trust himself that like.

He had hoped that Cherrie would be willing to give him some pointers or give him some advice on how she won so often .

He had hoped that she would share some of that magic she seemed to possess with him too, yet every time he tried to even talk to her , she would make up some excuse and disappear .

It quickly became clear to him that she didn't want to be his friend and he was too scared of her to keep pushing for something that she wasn't willing to give.

"She's so cocky.." Pierre grimaced.

Mick looked over at him with a raise of his brow , feeling a little defensive on her behalf .

She worked hard for what she had . He knew that she spent most of her free time on the simulator training .

She didn't just win just out of pure luck.

"Yet she's a two time world champion and you're not." He shot back at him , unamused by their negative views towards her.

They didn't know her at all so what right did they have to judge her?

They all looked over at him in clear surprise , taken back by his snapping defence of her .

Sebastian seemed to quickly click on though , tilting his head at him with a knowing look in his eyes.

Seb was the only one that he had told about his growing friendship? Could he call it that? With Cherrie about .

He had told him about how he had given the intimidating driver his number after she had looked after him after crashing before , had told him About how he hasn't expected for her to actually use it but she did .

She had called him the very same night to check in on him and the pair of them had been texting pretty frequently since . Usually about random things they had seen or read about .

Mick liked to send her videos of his dog and Cherrie sent him pictures of her fat pug in return .

He was hoping that their dogs could have a play date soon , he was warming her up to that one . Seeing as they had yet to actually hang out alone in person , yet he wasn't losing hope.

The fact that she still answered him was a good sign.

He must be doing something right .

"You can't actually like her? She's mean! She called me a little boy to the press the other day!" Pierre exclaimed in disbelief .

In his mind she was just unapproachable and damn right scary .

Charles gave him a look "that's because you said that you could easily beat her . So she said that she doesn't worry about little boys on the track." He chuckled finding it funny how casually she had hurt his friends pride .

They all laughed at that . Pierre just scowled.

"She doesn't like us! How many times have we all tried to be her friend? She treats us like we're not worth her time." He complained. Still butt hurt over her constant rejection of their friendship .

They had all thought she was so cool , with her aloofness and her tattoos . Her careless way of speaking . She was like something out of a dream. The bad girl attitude that she had.

They had all wanted to be her friend . Had all wanted to get to know her , had all maybe crushed on her a tiny bit .. which was why it stung even more to have her act so coldly towards them all the time.

Mick just rolled his eyes at his whining , focusing back on the tv as she got asked another question.

He noticed the way she kept fiddling with her earrings and then her nose ring. Twirling them about over and over again.

Was that a nervous habit? He wondered to himself in concern as he noticed the way that she kept fidgeting in her seat . Looking like she'd rather be anywhere else .

Was she just nervous around people and just accidentally came off as rude instead? Had they all misjudged her character?

"And what about the others drivers?" The man brought up to her . Clearly looking for some drama.

"Are there any that you're looking forward to being on the track with? Any predictions?" He pushed.

Cherrie took a minute to answer , tapping her fingertip against her earring again before finally answering .

"I look forward to every race . It's always fun to be on the track with Lewis..." she chuckled a little bit at the thought of the driver that she was always head to

head with.

Then she smiled and said "but honestly I think this year will be different . I'm hoping that this will be Mick's year .. I know he's been training hard and I really want to see him up on the podium . He'd look great covered in champagne." She casually said as though she hasn't just turned his stomach into a whole damn zoo.

Mick felt the heat rush to his face as he listened to her talk about how much she wanted him to win , that she believed in him.

Feeling his heart race in his chest as he struggled not to grin like a love sick idiot , aware of the others looking between the screen and himself in shock.

Having been unaware that the two even knew each other .

All apart from Sebastian who was grinning at him knowingly , gently punching his shoulder with a quiet laugh underneath his breath.

"Oh my god." He breathed out with a shy chuckle as he loosely crossed his arms over to his chest, blushing bright red .

Pierre was just gaping at him in disbelief and envy .

“What? How? How did you get her to like you?!" He exclaimed in shock.

Mick just shrugged , not even looking at him.

Instead he focused on watching Cherrie smile as she talked about him , his heart warming in his chest.

He impulsively pulled out his phone and wrote out a quick text .

Can you compliment the others too? They look like they’re going to cry with jealously. He texted her .

Watching as she peeked over at her phone that lit up on her lap , smirking a little to herself as she looked straight at the camera and gave a little wink .

Taking in a deep breath she hummed , the smirk never leaving her lips as she tapped her fingers against her phone looking like she was trying not to laugh.

"The others aren't that bad either." She finally said to the reporter who looked visibly shocked that she was suddenly being so nice.

Deciding that she could be a little nicer, even if just to make mick happy. She smiled.

"I have a great teammate too. He's been doing good and I think that Charles could really stand a chance at winning this year too. He just needs to have a little confidence in himself and to stop letting every little mistake bring him down." She said honestly .

Charles froze , his lips parting in shock at the encouraging words about himself that he was hearing from his teammate .

The same woman that he had hoped to connect with for so long.

The same woman that he had believe didn't like him, having thought that she had felt like he wasn't as good as a driver as she was.

Yet here she was , smiling and talking him up.

He smiled brightly , relief filling him as he realised that she did respect him as a driver. That she believed in him too.

It was a nice feeling.

"He's a good driver and a really nice guy. I think he's scared of me though.." she laughed a little knowing it was true. He was damn right terrified of her.

Charles flushed red , making eye contact with mick who was already grinning over at him in amusement  .

Lifting up his eyebrow at him as if to say 'see? She isn't that bad!'

"And Pierre.." Pierre perked up , hoping to hear something nice about him too.

“Will get to see me, mick and Charles on the podium together. He can take the pictures." She smirked .

Pierre rolled his eyes with a huff as the others burst into laughter at her jab towards him.

She really wasn't going to let his earlier comments go. No matter how cute Mick was.

"Unbelievable." He muttered in disbelief shaking his head as he looked at them jealously .

"She's mean." He just repeated , unamused by her sense of humour.

Mick was too busy texting her too care.

See? He typed . Being nice Wasn't that hard was it?

That was Painful. Was all she wrote back.

You owe me. She then added.

Mick peered back up at the screen just in time to see Cherrie getting up off her chair now that the interview was over . Her phone in her hand as she looked down at it with a small smile on her pretty face.

Dinner? Wine? My place at 7? He dared to send.

His eyes locked onto her face as he watched her read his text. She just let out a laugh and found the camera that was watching her , raising her eyebrow at him with a smirk on her lips.

Giving him a quick thumbs up .

Can you cook lasagne?

I'll bring the desert. How does cake sound? She sent back.

Mick couldn't help the blush that came up his cheeks as he bit down on his bottom lip to try and stop the giddy laugh from escaping .

I can try. Sounds perfect!

His shaky fingers typed out before noticing that Seb was reading their texts from over his shoulder with a grin on his face .

He looked up at the older man pleadingly "how do you make lasagne?" Was all he helplessly said , eyes hopeful that he would help him.

Sebastian just sighed at the lovesick man in front of him, patting him on the shoulder with a sigh as he steered him away to the exit.

"Come on. We need to go grocery shopping.."

By the time that seven o'clock rolled around , mick had worked himself up into a nervous wreck.

Fingers shaking anxiously as he kept kneeling down in front of his oven to keep an eye on the lasagne , worrying at his lips as he wondered just how long he should leave it in for.

Seb had told him that when the cheese on the top turned golden then it was as good as done , yet the cheese was still too white . Groaning a little underneath his breath as he pulled himself back up to his feet , picking up his glass of wine that he had already poured himself and gulping at it like it was water .

Staring around his apartment that he had spent nearly an hour trying to tidy up before eyeing the

Set up of the dining table worriedly , wondering if he had done too much.

They hadn’t exactly clarified that it was a date. He had only told her that he would cook and provide the wine, there had been no mentioning of romance .

He eyes the lit candles and red napkins anxiously , biting on the end on his nails as he exhaled loudly , trying to calm himself down.

He wanted it to be a date.

He wasn't so in denial that he could pretend that he only wanted their night to be friendly .

Yes, he wanted wanted to be her friend. He also kind of wanted to kiss her every time he saw her pretty face too.

That wasn't very friendly . Perhaps a bit overly actually.

But he also wasn't so foolish as to believe that it would be that simple either . Cherrie had mostly been polite and cordial to him at best, there had been no hinting that she might have felt the way he did towards him either .

He didn't know what to think but the hope was building up slowly in him not matter how many times he tried to dampen it with rationality .

He wanted her. God , did he want her. It was driving him insane .

So much so that as the Knock finally arrived at his front door , he flinched so hard that he almost choked on his wine. Hurrying to place the glass down on the table before rushing off to the door.

Pausing for a moment to quickly run his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath , he then swung open the door and plastered on a smile .

Only for every word he wanted to say to get stuck in his throat as he looked at her .

Cherrie stood there with a store bought chocolate cake in her hands , wearing a beautiful smile and a tiny red dress that left little to the imagination.

Her tattoos showcased proudly against her tanned skin , her long hair curled and carelessly pushed over her shoulders .

With dark eyeliner and her pretty red lips , mick thought that he might faint .

"Oh wow." Was all he could blurt out as he blinked back at her with wide eyes.

His cheeks flushing red in embarrassment as he realised that he had just been stood staring at her without saying a word.

"You look insane ." He breathed out before swallowing nervously , his eyes darting back up to meet her amused ones .

"I mean not insane In a bad way - like insane in a oh my god you look so beautiful way. " he inhaled sharply and shook his head , a sheepish smile on his face as he let out a mortified laugh.

"I mean- you look really pretty." He finally got out.

Cherrie just smiled bashfully, letting out a small giggle as she looked him over in his black jeans and smart white dress shirt . He looked handsome.

Looking into his Angel eyes , she felt her heart flutter. Feeling some of her own nerves soften as she realised that he was just as nervous as she was.

Doing what she always did when she felt anxious and unsure of herself , she put on a face of confidence and played pretend .

She could do this.

She could be a normal pretty girl having late night dinner with a handsome guy at his place .

This was totally normal.

"Thank you." She said . Glad that she had gone with the red dress after all.

“You look really handsome mick. I Like the shirt ." She said while letting her hand reach out the smooth over his slightly crooked collar , straightening it out for him.

His breath hitched , clearing his throat quietly as he finally moved aside to let her in.

"Thanks." He let out a shy laugh , catching the scent of her sweet perfume as she walked past. Carefully shutting the door behind her.

She took a deep breath in and let out a pleased hum, peering over her shoulder at him with a smile.

"Wow something smells good. The last time I tried to cook myself dinner my kitchen ended up smelling like smoke for days." She told him honestly .

At the reminder of the food he let out a small gasp , quickly jogging past her into the kitchen .

“Oh shit the lasagne!" He pulled open the oven door with the mitts. Letting out a sigh of relief when he noticed that the bubbling cheese had finally turned golden on top.

"Thank god." He mumbled to himself as he pulled it out of the oven. Placing it ontop of the counter for a moment as he pulled out two plates .

"I was worried I would fuck it up.." he then tilted his head as he began to plate it up.

"Although you haven't tasted it yet. So.." he let out a nervous chuckle.

Cherrie just smiled , eyeing the already open bottle of wine on the table as she took a seat. Setting aside the cake she had brought with her for later.

Looking at the already empty glass that he had downed before she arrived , she giggled a little getting his attention.

"I take it that the wine is good?" She lifted up the bottle and poured herself a glass.

Mick let out a small groan as he placed their plates down onto the table .

Looking over at her with wide eyes "I was supposed to pour you that!" Then he looked at his already empty glass and sighed .

"But yes it is nice . I had a little so I -" he hesitated to admit that he was so nervous by the thought of her coming over that he needed a drink to calm down.

Seeing his struggle , Cherrie just smiled over at him in understanding .

“Take the edge off? I always need a glass after a race ." She admitted to him . Looking down at the plate full of steaming lasagne hungrily .

"This looks amazing Mick. Well done." She mumbled. Missing the flushed look on his face from her praise .

Laughing a little as he carefully took a seat on the opposite side of the table. Pouring himself another glass of wine as he did so.

"Really? You never go to any of the parties or clubs to celebrate after . I always just assumed that you didn't like to drink or something." He told her truthfully .

She always disappeared before anyone could even try to drag her along.

Cherrie laughed and shook her head as she picked up her knife and fork, looking over at him with a small smile .

"I prefer to drink alone. Less likely to embarrass myself then. Plus clubs are not my scene." She said before putting a piece of the food into her mouth . Closing her eyes in bliss once she tasted the cheesy goodness .

"Fucking hell. This is so good.." she moaned out. Opening her eyes again to look at him in amazement, watching his face colour at her reaction.

Shifting in his seat at the sound of her moaning , he forced himself to have innocent thoughts .instead decided to be thankful that he hadn't fucked up the food and gave them a upset stomach.

"Seb helped me." He admitted to her sheepishly. Getting a chuckle in return as she quirked an eyebrow at him curiously .

"You told him I was coming over?" She asked.

Mick looked back at her hesitantly , knowing how much she liked her privacy. What if she hasn't wanted anybody to know?

"You don't mind?" His uneasy question made her frown .

Confusion crossing her face as she looked back at him curiously . "Why would I mind? It's not a secret . I'm not doing anything wrong by having dinner with you.." she simply replied . Swallowing another bite of food happily.

He slowly nodded his head , relief filling him.

She didn't mind people knowing that she was hanging out with him? Coming from the same woman that refused to spend time with any of the other drivers alone , he was a little surprised.

"I know it's just..." he tilted his head a little , deciding to just be honest .

“You don't seem to really like any of the other drivers or want them to know anything about you.. you're not friends with any of them." He mentioned cautiously . Watching her reaction closely , not wanting to upset her.

But she trusted mick and she knew that he only had good intentions .

That he just wanted to know her better and truthfully ... she wanted him to ask questions . She wanted to get to know him too.

"It's not that I don't like any of them..." she started . Drinking a little bit other wine first before continuing "it's just that I like to focus on racing. The last time I let myself get comfortable with others it didn't end well." She found herself telling him the reason to why she was so closed off.

Mick frowned in concern , not understanding.

“What do you mean? Did something happen? It wasn't anyone I know was it?" He questioned her worriedly , a category of people who could have potentially upset her going through his head.

Cherrie shook her head with a small laugh at the protective way he had straightened in his seat. No doubt ready to fight anyone who had dared disrespect her.

It was nice to see how much he cared . How he wasn't afraid to hide it either.

"No , no. Not in F1." She assured him . " it was in F2 before I won. I was close friends with quite a few guys there and the minute I started beating them it turned nasty.." she told him truthfully "my own teammate kept refusing to let me pass and caused me to go off track more than once . And then there was all these rumours.." she shook her head in annoyance as she thought back to how stressful and upsetting her time there had been.

"-Because I was friendly with them , everybody started assuming that I was fucking them all. It didn't help that they never denied it . They just played into It and made me out to be this stupid slut who spread her legs for all the drivers .." she muttered .

Quickly draining the rest of her wine before the bitterness of the memories could upset her.

Mick could only frown back at her , seeming

just as upset by it as she was .

Visibly disturbed by what she had just told him, shaking his head in disgust at her past team mates behaviour .

"God that's horrible . I'm sorry that happened to you." He breathed out feeling terrible for her. Reaching over to grab her hand and get her fingers a gentle , comforting squeeze.

His eyes gazing into hers with concern. "Did you get back at him? Your teammate?" He asked her curiously .

Because she didn't seem like the type of woman that would just let something like that slide .

As she watched Mick lift his glass of wine to his lips , his eyes never leaving hers .

She couldn't help but smirk a little smugly .

"I did." She nodded her head slyly, awaiting his reaction to what she was about to admit next.

"I fucked his wife in his trailer. Then I won the championship and got signed to Ferrari which was his dream team." She bluntly told him . Proud of herself for being so petty.

Mick choked on his wine. Looking back at her with wide , shocked eyes.

His mouth dropping open before he let out a bark of loud laughter , almost cackling in disbelief .

"No!" He gasped out . Still giggling as he watched her nod her head proudly . Grinning back at him.

"Oh my god." He couldn't believe it. Unable to stop laughing .

“Talk about revenge! What did he do when he found out?" He wanted all the gossip.

Cherrie just shrugged with a giggle "cried. Sent me a few threatening messages but I was too busy to care. It's what he got for fucking me over ..." she casually said. Pushing away her plate now that she was done eating.

Mick leaned back into his seat with a amazed shake of his head . Looking back at her in amazement .

"You're amazing." Was all he could breathe out. Utterly infatuated with the woman in front of him.

She blushed a little , tucking her hair behind her ear sheepishly .

“Girls gotta do what a girls gotta do." Was all she replied.

They spent the next minute just silently looking at each other with silly smiles on their faces before Mick let out a loud sigh.

Drumming his fingers on the table "I've wanted to do this for a while now." He found himself telling her. The wine seeming to give him that extra bit of confidence he needed to make his move.

Cherrie tilted her head "have dinner with me?"

Mick just smiled "get to know you. I knew you weren't a cold hearted bitch like everyone made you out to be." He bluntly said. Glad that he had stuck to his intuition about her.

She let out a surprised laugh , the word 'bitch' sounding weird coming from him. It sounded funny.

"Well I'm glad you think so." She giggled shaking her head at him.

“You could of asked me sooner though. I would have said yes.." she told him.

Mick couldn't help but raise his brows in surprise "really?" He blurted out before he could stop himself .

Having been so scared of rejection that the possibility of her actually wanting to hang out with him too hadn’t even crossed his mind.

To him she was just so cool and mysterious . She was somebody that he had dreamed about , spent so long thinking about that he hadn't actually imagined her being attainable .

She was way out of his league .

Yet here she was, at his dining table , in his apartment and smiling back at him like she wouldn't want to be any where else in the world.

"Really." She confirmed to him. Finding his surprise too sweet .

“I really like you. I've been wanting to hang out with you for a while now but I wasn't sure how to ask you.." she decided to just got for it.

Their nervousness had kept them waiting long enough . She didn't want to waste another second that she could be spending with him by her side.

Mick felt like his heart was trying to escape his chest, butterfly's filling his stomach as he looked back at her with hearts in his eyes.

So In awe of her . "I can't believe this... I feel like I'm dreaming." He muttered to himself in disbelief. Running his hands over his face to try and pull himself together.

Then he pushed himself up out of his seat and walked over to her , offering his hand .

She looked at his hand and then looked up to him in confusion , yet she took it anyways .

Letting him pull her up from her seat before he smoothly interlocked their fingers together and pulled her closer to him.

"Not dreaming." She whispered to him with a small smile as she stared into his Angel eyes . Titling her head a little at him.

His cheeks were permanently tinted pink since she had arrived , his pupils blown wide as he grinned down at her . Biting at his bottom lip with a shy chuckle.

"No I'm not ." The realisation that this was real and that this was really happening hit him all at once.

"I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world." He told her matter of factly. Pulling their hands behind her back so that they he could rest his arms around her waist .

Making her dip back to look up at him with a quiet giggle , blushing .

"I thought you were scared of me?" She returned to him. Recalling his nervousness around her too.

Mick hummed in agreement "oh yeah. You scare the hell out of me ." He easily admitted , eyes twinkling.

"-doesn't change the way I feel about you though. If anything it only intensifies the feeling." He told her truthfully . Biting the bullet .

She pulled her hands out of his grip so that she could put her arms around his neck instead , taking a step closer until they were chest to chest.

Seeing his pulse racing against his neck , watching the way he swallowed nervously yet never took his eyes away from her own.

"And how do you feel?" She finally asked him, their lips gently brushing against one another as she nudged her nose against his soothingly .

He let out a shaky breath , closing the gap so that his words were spoken against her lips . So soft and true.

"I love you." He whispered before letting his eyes flutter shut as he finally kissed her.

Running his hands softly up her back till the palm of his hand reached the back of her neck , squeezing it gently as she hummed happily against his mouth.

Titling her head to deepen the kiss , sliding her tongue into his mouth as she slid her fingers into his hair and tugged at the strands until he was groaning against her . Pressing their hips together as they stumbled backwards , his other hand sliding down to clutch at the hem of her dress as he hiked it up.

Pushing them into the direction of his bedroom, heart racing in his chest as he felt her nails dig into his shoulder blades.

Pulling her mouth away from His for a moment as she began to kiss down to his neck , lapping at the tender skin there .

She traced her name onto his neck with her tongue , sucking a small mark beneath his ear as he breathed out her name desperately .

"Cherrie please.." he pleaded as they stumbled over to his bed . Letting out a small gasp when she suddenly pulled away only to roughly push him onto his back till he hit the mattress with a startled huff.

Gazing up at her with lovestruck eyes , his chest rising and falling rapidly as she smirked down at him slyly.

"You love me too?" He needed to know . Reaching out to grab her hips and pull her ontop of him too.

Cupping her jaw in his hands as he traced her swollen lips with his fingertip slowly, his darkening eyes never leaving her own.

Cherrie just breathed out a sigh and tapped over his chest three times , right over where his heart was.

"I love you. I do. Do you Want me to show you just how much?" At his hurried nod she let out a loud laugh and reached over for the blanket to pull it over their heads.

And all mick could think then was that he couldn't wait to walk into the paddock with her , hand in hand , just to see the looks on everybodys face when they saw them together .

For them to see about how wrong they were to think that she was this untouchable ice queen without any feelings.

She loved him. He gleefully grinned to himself as he kissed her and kissed her until his name was all that she could repeat.

Everyone else could suck it.

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this time it's forever

─── max talks, he loves to talk. especially about her.

pairing: max verstappen x her warnings: this is sad; mentions of loss & death

“how do you know her?”

max turns his head in the direction of the voice. he doesn’t recognize the old lady who sits beside him, but he smiles politely anyways. he shuffles over a little bit to give her room to set her purse down. 

“she’s my best friend, and my first love.” he smiles fondly as he turns towards the front of the room, staring at the smile he had fallen for all those years ago. “how about you?”

“extended family, she’s my grand-niece. it’s nice that you came.”

“how could i not?” he chuckles softly, looking down at his lap. his hands slide down his thighs, down to the tops of his knees, an anxious tick he never quite got over. the little old lady hums softly beside him, shifting left to right in his seat trying to get a view of the front of the room. 

“i’m pretty sure i see some seats towards the front of the room,” max offers, craning his neck to look over the rows of people ahead of him. 

“nonsense, the seat i have his perfectly fine. i also don’t want to leave you, son. i don’t think this is something you should be alone for.”

max is grateful, the corners of lips twitching upwards and his cheeks indenting ever so lightly. little old lady introduces herself as nana, and nothing else. she offers him a peppermint from her purse, but he declines shyly. 

“so, tell me about her.”

he can’t help the thoughtful smile that graces his lips as he remembers her and the moments he was given to love her. he tells nana about meeting her. she was alone in the back corner of the restaurant, dipping bread in oil and vinegar. he spotted her from the other end of the room, also on a date that wasn’t doing all too well either. she sat for a whole hour, nursing bottomless bread and a martini, before he finally got up and walked over to her. his date was in the bathroom— had been in the bathroom for a while at that point. if he had to guess, she probably left after she realized he had been looking past her the entire time. 

he talks about the conversation over another basket of bread, another hour of small talk turned big. he tells nana about how he asked for her number and her refusal to give it. meet me here next friday at 7, maybe then i’ll give you my number, she said. 

so he showed up that following friday at 6:45. he sat on the bench outside and waited for her to walk by. and the rest is history.

he tells nana that her favorite color is a deep red, but also a light peach. she likes morning runs, and always has two glasses of water right after she’s done. she hates asparagus, but max managed to convince her to try it once. she loves traveling— her favorite place to go to is st. moritz. she loves the snow, she loves being in the cold. 

he talks about how great she is, how selfless she’s always been. he says that he fell for her and the way she listened. she always listened, even if max had been talking for hours (which he has), she listens like it’s only been a minute. she is compassionate, caring, and she loves with every fiber of herself.

he tells nana that she’s one of the greatest people he’s ever met.

“well… what went wrong?”

max leans back into the chair, shrugging his shoulders. “what always goes wrong. we grew apart, wanted different things. it was never anything bad, and even when we ended things we remained friends.” 

nana smiles at him, leans over and pats his leg. “you’re a good boy.”

he’s never really been known to be— good that is. always in the wrong, always never enough. max is the furthest thing from a good boy. but the way nana said it made him believe it was true. he smiles at the older woman, before turning back to the front of the room. he sees your smile again, it breaks his heart a little.

“he’s cute, do you know him?” 

max follows her finger, finding charles standing at the front of the room right next to her. he wears the same suit that he is, black over a white button up. the knot of his tie is done up tightly, neat and pressed. max is sure he learned that from her. 

“yeah, that’s charles. we work together, had some great battles too. he’s a good guy.”

charles is everything max isn’t. a charmer, always enough. charles is a good guy. 

“i actually was the one to introduce them,” max continues. 

max talks, he loves to talk. he tells nana that they had met when she visited him in monaco. she pulled him out of bed for a morning run and they ran into charles when he was on his way in. they’d always been friendly after that, charles always smiling and saying hello. there wasn’t any overlap, max reassures. they started dating two years after she and max called it quits. she called him one night, it had been a while since he’d heard from her besides routine holiday and birthday greetings. 

she told him everything. about how they had reconnected out of the blue, and how he called her every night to say sweet dreams. her voice was excited when she spoke of charles, she sounded happy. she told him that she didn’t want things to be weird, but that she felt that he should know. and though max said it was okay, he wasn’t sure then. 

he said it was okay because she was honest, that she had the decency to give him a warning rather than letting him find out through some post online. he said it was okay because it’s charles, he’s a good guy— and it’s her, she deserved to be happy. 

he wasn’t sure till he saw her in monaco again, sporting that bright scarlett red in support of her new boyfriend. he saw the way her eyes lit up, the smile gracing her painted lips when he speaks. not even on their best days did max ever see her look up at him like that. it stung, another shot at his ego. 

there was a little bit of resentment for charles, max admits. he would compare himself to the monegasque, pick apart his character in his head. they aren’t all that different. both driven, both competitive, both good at what they do. but he was just better at loving you.

“but it didn’t sting all the time.” max tries to round up his story, “i got over it eventually, i moved on.”

“no animosty between you and him?”

max shakes his head, “no no, nothing like that. how could i be mad? he’s a good guy. plus, i like them together. he made her happy. and i like seeing her happy, it suits her.”

“you still love her, don’t you?” nana’s smile is sad, almost pitiful, as she watches the way max stares up at her. 

he doesn’t hestitate to nod, “yeah, i think i always will. she’s my first love, and there really is no getting over something as great as that.” 

“how did you hear?”

the nostalgic smile falls from his face. “charles called. didn’t think too much of it, we talk sometimes, try to get dinner with some of the other people we work with. but then he said it… to be honest i still haven’t really processed it.”

“it takes time dear.”

“how much time?”

nana shrugs, her small hand coming up to pat his shoulder. “i wish i knew son, i wish i knew.” 

he nods, trying to ignore the way hopelessness picks at his heart. “i uh… i’m gonna go say hi.”

she shoos him off, and max stands. he feels out of place, like he doesn’t belong. nobody spares him a second look as he walk to the front of the room. he wonders if everyone was reminiscing the same way he just was, thinking of all the greatest moments spent with her.

charles opens and extends his arms towards max when he spots him getting closer. they hug each other tightly, firm pats on the back. and when they pull away, they reflect the other: bloodshot eyes and sad smiles.

“i’m so sorry for your loss mate.” max mumbles. 

charles sniffles, running a tissue under his nose, “glad you could make it, she would’ve been happy to see you came.”

max turns towards her smile, immortalized in a frame forever. his eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t try to stop them this time. he lets them fall onto his cheeks, for the first time since finding out, he allows himself to grieve. he grieves for all the good times and bad, he grieves for what was and what could’ve been. he grieves you for the second time in his life, this time forever.

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[grugruel]

An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

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Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

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My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

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[okkalo]

Hey!!! Remember me from the 'love at first sight' drabble? Let me tell you, it was SOOO GOOD! Literally had me screaming and shouting. Anyways, can you do a part2 where the boys ask reader out and how their date went? Sorry if this is a bother but once again feel free to decline. Thank you and have a great day!

hi again anon! im glad u liked it omg 🤭🤭 and yes i can do a part two!! thank u again for the request <3 i hope u have a good day/night!!

i forgot i wrote this in drabble form last time and started writing so many headcanons 🙃 so i had to delete them all and rewrite it in actually sentences,, so sorry for the wait </3

first part here!

characters: sae, rin, nagi, chigiri

a mystery allure

sae

you both had agreed over facetime to finally go on a date with each other. he suggested you both to the cafe where you guys first met and then walk around town afterwards. and so, that’s what you guys did. you noticed he got the same order in between his talks of football. yes, he talked about football. it’s the only thing he really knows how to talk about. you’re going to need start a topic if you don’t want to talk about it, he’s pretty clueless otherwise.

afterwards, you both walked to the beach. at that point conversation started coming more naturally, no longer forced football talk. you both sat down, admiring the view and talking about whatever came to mind. he even goes as far as letting your legs touch. if you don’t retract at that, he goes even farther and let’s his hand touch yours.

it was a calm date and he would undoubtedly, though awkwardly, invite you to another one.

rin

you both finally met a year after the blue lock project. it was a coincidental meeting, really. rin happened to bump into you and shidou during your hangout in town. shidou, of course, needed to tease him in front of you about how he reacted to your picture. feeling somewhat bad, you decided to give him your number.

he is incredibly bad at texting. and he knew. he decided the best way to get your attention was to invite you out to a date with him. and he’s not much better with date ideas.

you both go to a park at first, sitting and giving each other basic questions to get to know one another. it hadn’t been too bad. then, both tired of sitting, you walk around. at that point the conversation got awkward, rin never being one to talk to people in the first place.

it wasn’t until you both got hungry and decided to go eat some place of your choosing that the conversation got easy again. though, it is important to note that the conversation involved rin (jokingly) dissing your food taste. your food taste could literally be the same thing but he will want to diss it. he only does it to create a natural conversation for himself and make it more comfortable. from there on out, the conversation went well.

won’t initiate any touch with you. he’s also too scared to ask you out on another date, your lack of reactions making him doubt himself. if you ask him he would immediately say yes, however.

nagi

you guys had actually gotten really close before he had asked you to go on a date with him. so, it was no surprise to you when he wanted you to come to his place for the date. it was also no surprise when he struggled to stay awake during the movie.

i mean, how could he not? with you, someone he found immense comfort in, so close, the lights low. it didn’t help that you let him rest on your shoulder either. he still found it to be a good date, even if he was asleep for half of it. probably tried to kiss you after he woke up too, still in a hazy state.

chigiri

you guys easily started talking thanks to the movie hangout with his sister. there was never a struggle with conversation and he enjoyed being around you. you had come over to hang out with sister again and he instantly joined you guys. he asked you out when she went to the bathroom, suggesting to go to his favorite cafe.

the date went well, there were no awkward points in the conversation as you both shared a treat of your choice. even after finishing, you both still stayed, conversation still going on. this lasted for half an hour until you both left the cafe and ventured through the city.

you guys had no destination, wondering wherever your feet carried you while continuing to talk. it was late when you both decided to go home. he, of course, walked you home. once you reached your place he asked you to go on another date, expressing how much he liked this one.

unedited thanks for reading!

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[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Of Dice and Sin

Mammon x GN! reader :)

Summary: Mammon loses his lucky dice and you decide to help him with his little dilemma.

No warnings or anything, so enjoy!

Mammon dug through his closet for a third time, tossing out any clothes he’d missed the first two times, turning them inside out in his frantic search. 

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” Turning around he kicks the nearest piles of clothes in frustration. His eyes catch the two couches in this room, and bolts towards them, deciding to ransack the couch furthest from him. Mammon hastily throws the pillows to the ground, and yanked the cushions out of their spots haphazardly. Coming up empty handed at the immediate couch, he rushes around his coffee table to the other one. He flings the pillows aside and his fingers grip the cushions once more about to tear them off.

“Mammon?” The second born jumps from the sudden intrusion, recognizing the voice instantly. He turns his head to acknowledge your presence before returning to his task. 

“Have ya ever heard of knockin’? The hell do ya want anyway, The Great Mammon’s a little busy at the moment.” You hardly stifle a chuckle at his greeting. 

“Mammon, you never knock when you come to my room.” Mammon momentarily freezes, caught up in the hypocrisy of his words. He’s glad he’s turned away from you so you can’t see his face light up in embarrassment. 

“Yeah, well you should be grateful that The Great Mammon even visits ya in the first place!” Mammon retorts as he sloppily places the cushions back on the couch, flopping himself down in rejection. 

“So, what’s going on?” You walked over to the opposing couch, picking up one of the cushions on the way to place it back where it belongs, before taking a seat. Mammon lifted his head to look at you. 

“I lost m’lucky dice.” 

“...You have lucky dice?” 

Mammon’s whole body shot off the couch, a hand flailing wildly in emphasis. “Yes! They were specially enchanted to give the owner extra luck! And by luck, I mean they automatically roll on the numbers I need. It’s how I win my games at the casino!” 

You hummed and nodded at his explanation. “I think our definitions of luck and cheating are wildly different… Anyways, how’d you even get a hold of them in the first place, Mammon?” 

“I owed a witch a favor and after helpin’ her out, she gave me those dice.” Mammon flopped back on the couch once again. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled locks. “And now I can’t find ‘em.” 

You pursed your lips in thought. You felt bad for the greedy demon, maybe there was something you could do. You jumped up from his couch, before quickly making your way to the door. Mammon’s eyes trailed your figure in confusion. 

“Where ya goin’? Ya just got here.” 

You turned around as your hand made contact with the doorknob. “And now I’m just leaving.” You gave him a playful smirk before heading out the door. 

“Fine, didn’t want ya to stay anyway!” Mammon called out as the door closed. His eyes shifted blankly to the coffee table in front of him. Now he was without his dice and he was without you. What a lousy day. 

-

It had been a week without his lucky dice, and Mammon had been feeling the effects like withdrawal. He hadn’t won a single bet or game at the casino, which put him in substantially more debt and substantially more trouble with Lucifer. 

Last night he had made the brave decision to not go and gamble until he either found his lucky dice or came up with another pair altogether. And he got right to looking in his bed as he wallowed in self-pity. And on top of that you hadn’t hung around him much since the day he’d told you about his dice. Anytime he’d suggested the two of you do something together, you would sputter out some excuse as to not hang out before hurrying past him. What the hell was all that about? 

A knock rapped on his door, causing Mammon to jolt out of his thoughts. 

“Go away! I don’t need anyone botherin’ me right now!” The door knob turned regardless, and Mammon pulled his head out of the covers to yell at whoever was interrupting his exclusive pity party. The door slowly opened as you popped your head into his room. 

“Hey.” You fully made your way inside before closing the door and walking to stand by Mammon’s bed. 

Mammon looked at you astounded. You had went M.I.A. for a week and the first thing you say to him is ‘hey?’ The nerve of his human! You were going to get an earful, before you presented Mammon a small gift wrapped box, no bigger than a ring box. His eyes carefully studied the box in your hand, returning to your expectant gaze. 

“What’s that for? If ya think you can be forgiven with a measly little present like that, then you really are a stupid human.” 

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Look I know that I haven’t been around you this whole week, but it’s for good reason. Now will you just take the box and shut up?” You reach your hand out a little more to coax Mammon to take the box. It works. He rips the wrapping off the box and opens it, eyes widening at what’s inside. 

Two dice sit inside of the box, both a different color. 

“They’re lucky dice. I’ve been having Solomon help me out with the enchantment all week, and that’s why I haven’t been able to hang out with you. I also didn’t want to accidentally spoil the surprise, so that’s another reason. I hope you like them.” 

Mammon looks up to you, mouth agape at the sweet gesture. “You did all this for me?” 

You smiled and nodded. Mammon closed the lid on the box before pulling you down on his bed, tackling you in a tight hug. He had missed his lucky dice, but he had missed you more during what felt like an eternity. He hated not having you around. But it certainly was all forgiven knowing the reason why. Mammon lifted his head off of you wanting to ask yet another question.

“Why are the dice different colors?” He thought back to the one yellow and one blue dice that were sat in the box. 

“They’re the colors in your eyes.” You gazed up into the very inspiration for the dice with a soft smile, making Mammon fluster. You took this moment to initiate a gentle kiss, ending just as quickly as it began. As Mammon regained his bearings, he shook his head with a chuckle. 

“Nu-uh, that wasn’t nearly enough. If yer really sorry for abandonin’ me for a week, you’ll give me more kisses.” You giggled and obliged him, giving him all the kisses he wanted. Mammon didn’t consider himself lucky for having his fancy dice, he considered himself lucky to have you by his side. 

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[zeldahime]

Highway to Pail Day 17

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February 17: Acute Angel

Warlock Dowling actually liked maths a lot, as a matter of fact. Everything about his life was weird or unpredictable, but maths had a soothing sameness about it. No matter how many ways you sliced it, whatever method you used, 104 times 986 would always come to 102,544. It would never end up being 17, or a sudden flight to a different continent, or an argument about whether or not Alexander the Great was burning in Hell. It would just be one hundred and two thousand, five hundred and forty-four.

The Earth was round, the sky was blue, and maths was his favorite subject.

He just didn't understand why everyone in his life seemed so upset about it.

His father thought it was some "sissy nerd shit, Harriet" and his mother was worried it meant he might not go into politics and she wouldn't be mother of a president; he'd heard them arguing about it when he was meant to be asleep. His tutors didn't like it either, even though they were supposed to be teaching him: Mr Cortese simply didn't understand maths at all and seemed desperate to escape any conversation where it came up, and Mr Harrison kept giving him harder problem sets and teaching him new things about it, but seemed worried whenever Warlock mastered a new theory, like he thought something bad would happen if Warlock thought too hard about it. Or, given Mr Harrison's gleeful obsession with evil warlords and pits of lava, like he was afraid something good would happen. And, of course, if any of the other kids found out, he'd never hear the end of it; he'd be teased until the end of time (or until they found something else to focus on, which is the same thing when you're ten-nearly-eleven). It was bad enough being named Warlock without inviting teasing for anything else.

Mr Harrison had taught him geometry, and how the Babylonians had divided circles up into 360 degrees like the number of days there were in a year, and how to calculate angles. He said earlier that day that once Warlock got the hang of circles and degrees, he'd get to do trigonometry next. He'd spent the rest of the day thinking of nothing but triangles.

Mr Cortese was trying to explain the lessons of the Founding Fathers to him—probably pretty badly, since he was English and kept backtracking over himself, though Warlock wasn't really listening—as Warlock drew pages and pages of angles in his workbook, trying to fit eight together into a circle made of 45° angles, or 12 30° ones. As he was absorbed in his angles, Mr Cortese's words washing over and past him, he remembered how Mr Harrison sometimes called him "angel" when they thought nobody was listening, and honestly Mr Cortese kind of looked like one, or as much as a grown-up could anyway without wearing a white dress and fake wings, and angel and angle kind of sounded the same....

Before he knew it, a lot of Warlocks angles had wings attached, including some of the ones he'd made into circles; it looked pretty wicked, actually. Maybe if he drew flames around them too, or maybe gave them swords?

Before he could decide, Mr Cortese had slid the notebook away from him.

"Fascinating perspective on the foundations of republicanism in the modern era," Mr Cortese said dryly, and Warlock's cheeks burned. "Your attention please, Mr Dowling? Where did you drift, and we can start again."

Warlock mumbled an "I dunno," and Mr Cortese sighed. "Well, we can hardly start the entire lesson over today," he said, and Warlock slouched down in his chair. "Well, perhaps it would be better to switch places, don't you think? Why don't you try teaching me about your maths? Mr Harrison has tried but between the two of us," Mr Cortese's voice dropped to a whisper as he took a seat, "he's simply not a very good maths teacher, at least not for me. I don't understand a word he says about mathematics."

Warlock perked up, though he quickly buried it. "I won't be a better teacher than Mr Harrison," he protested, but under the encouragement of Mr Cortese's smile, he tried anyway.

Mr Cortese didn't get it after he tried to teach it either. He just wasn't very good at maths, Warlock thought. Which was fair enough: Warlock wasn't very good at history or literature, and that wasn't Mr Cortese's fault.

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[fakesmilesallaround]

𝐭𝐰𝐨

WILLOW SAT ON A PIPE ON THE ROOFTOP, cradling her baby. She took the cloth that she had used to secure the baby and covered her up along with the left side of her chest. As a first time mom, she still isn't quite comfortable breastfeeding in front of others, but it was about time her little one needed it.

Rick and the others stood, eyeing the streets and the large number of the dead that walked upon them.

"It's up to us to find a way out." Rick said, looking back at everyone.

Merle grunted. "Good luck with that. These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear. Ain't that right, sugar tits?" He grinned disgustingly at Willow. She scoffed and ignored his crude comment. "Hey, honey bunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? We gonna die anyway."

She glanced over at him, pathetically on the ground and still cuffed to the metal bar. "I'd rather."

Glenn, who sat further down the pipe, let a subtle smirk play at his lips.

"What about under the streets, the sewers?" Rick asked Morales who's eyes lit up.

"Hey Glenn, check the alley. See any manhole covers?"

Glenn ran over to the back side of the building and quickly checked before returning. "No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."

"Maybe not." Everyone's attention turned towards Jacqui. "Old building like this built in to '20s, big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding. Down in the subbasements."

"How do you know that?" Willow asked, Glenn nodding in agreement.

"It's my job-" Jacqui shook her head. "Was. I worked in the city zoning office."

"Let's go check it out then." Rick stated, heading towards the stairs, everyone following behind shortly after.

"Don't forget to come back for me darlin'." Merle winked at Willow as she covered up and wrapped her baby again.

"Wouldn't be at the top of my priority list." She scoffed, heading down the stairs.

-

The room they entered was dim and dusty and smelled of horrid mold. On the right side of the room, a massive hole with a ladder caught everyone's attention. The drainage tunnel that Jacqui was talking about.

"This is it? You sure?" Morales asked, shining his flashlight down into the tunnel.

"I really scoped this place out. This is the only thing in the building that goes down." Glenn responded, swallowing hard. "But I've never gone down it. Who'd want to, right?"

As he said that, everyone looked at him, as if they were all saying the same thing. From the look on his face, he received the message loud and clear.

"Oh. Great." His eyes fluttered back to the dark tunnel.

Willow felt bad for the group sending him down. "We'll be right behind you." She approached Glenn's side.

"No, you won't. Not you." His voice sounded frustrated. "You're carrying a baby around, and the last thing we need is a baby without a mother."

Willow eyed him for a minute but nodded.

"Look, until now I always came here by myself, in and out, grab a few things no problem." The group listened intently. "The first time I bring a group, everything goes to hell. No offense. If you want me to go down the gnarly hole, fine. But only if we do it my way."

Rick nodded.

"It's tight down there. If I run into something and have to get out quick, I don't want you all jammed up behind me getting me killed. I'll take one person."

Right as Rick was about to say something, Glenn beat him to it. "Not you either. You've got Merle's gun and I've seen you shoot. I'd feel better if you were out in that store watching those doors covering our ass. Andrea, you have the only other gun so you should go with him." He pointed to the blonde before pointing to Morales. "You be my wingman. Jacqui and Willow stays here. If something happens, yell down to us, get us back up here in a hurry." Glenn took a deep breath after rambling.

"Okay. Everybody knows their jobs." Rick patted Glenn on the back before he placed his flashlight in his mouth, descending the ladder with Morales. After the two of them had began walking the tunnel, Andrea and Rick retreated to the store, leaving Jacqui and Willow in the old room.

"What's her name?" Jacqui asked, eyeing Willow and her baby tenderly.

"Sienna." Willow responded, rocking her baby back and forth.

"May I?" Jacqui approached them, holding her arms out. Willow took a small step back, eyeing the woman. She still didn't know if she could trust them all yet. Being in a group wasn't exactly Willow's plan or intent, and it takes her a while to warm up to people, but that was then. The world has gone to shit, and running into any living being was a rarity now. She figured now more than ever she'd have to learn to trust others.

Willow nodded, gently placing Sienna into Jacqui's arms, the woman's face immediately lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Hi sweetie." She said gently to the baby she cradled. "She's got your eyes." Jacqui said, smiling up at Willow.

She did have her eyes. Warm, doe-like hazel eyes. She thanked God that she did. They made looking at that baby that much easier.

"Do you have any of your own?" Willow asked, trying to ease her way into getting to know these people.

The woman shook her head. "Wasn't able to have children."

Willow's face fell. "Oh, I'm sorry."

Jacqui shook it off. "Don't be. Never knew if motherhood would be right for me, anyways." She looked back down at Sienna who was now grabbing her index finger in her little hands and let out a small laugh. "Though this little one makes me think otherwise."

The grunts of the two that ventured to the drainage tunnel pulled them out of conversation as they climbed out of the hole. Before any questions could be asked, glass shattering could be heard from the room over, causing the four of them to run and follow it.

Upon entering the store, Rick and Andrea stood in front of the doors. The first set had been broken, the dead walking through and beginning their assault on the last set. Jacqui quickly handed Sienna back to Willow as they all stood in fear.

"What did you find down there?" Rick asked, pistol at the ready.

"Not a way out." Morales replied, out of breath.

"We need to find a way." Andrea said in desperation.

The pounding and growling grew louder as more of the dead began to pile at the doors.

The group made their way back to the rooftop to check the streets in hopes they had cleared, but the head count was just as high as before.

Rick looked through binoculars before passing them down to the others. "That construction site, those trucks- they always keep keys on hand.

"You'll never make it past the walkers." Morales responded immediately, eyeing the hundreds below them.

Rick took a step back, looking at Glenn. "You got me out of that tank."

"Yeah, but they were feeding. They were distracted." Glenn pulled away from the ledge.

"Can we distract them again?" Rick asked.

A voice from behind them chimed in. "Right. Listen to him, he's onto something'. A diversion, like on "Hogan's Heroes"

"God, give it a rest." Jacqui said towards Merle.

"Maybe we can send him down there as our distraction." Willow said in annoyance, pointing at Merle, earning a glare from him.

"They're drawn by sound, right?"

"Right, like dogs." Glenn answered Rick. "They hear a sound, they come."

"What else?" Rick pushed. Willow didn't know much about Rick, but it seemed that he was still acclimating to the new world.

"Aside from they hear you, they see you, they smell you, and if they catch you, they eat you."

"They can tell us by smell?" Rick asked, stirring up an idea in his head.

"Can't you? They smell dead, we don't." Willow glanced over the edge of the roof again. "It's pretty distinct."

With no more conversation, Rick let out a sigh.

-

"If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold." Glenn muttered, grabbing some rubber gloves.

"Just take some time to think this through." Morales pressed on towards Rick.

"How much time? They already got through one set of doors." Rick responded, still gathering gloves and jackets for everyone.

"He's right. Those glass doors won't hold forever." Willow said, eyeing the group.

Morales, Glenn and Rick went out the door and collected one of the dead walkers they had killed earlier to let them inside, dragging it into the room. The group stood around the body, the putrid smell burning their noses. Rick knelt down, patting the dead man's pockets, pulling out an old wallet that sat in them.

"Wayne Dunlap." He said, pulling out the man's ID. "Georgia license."

Willow felt a pang in her stomach. She, too, isn't acclimated to this new world. Seeing the once alive now dead but walking around the streets, she can't help but imagine who they were before the world went to shit. With each walker she killed, she still felt a slight sense of guilt, but she knew that in order to keep her and her daughter alive, eventually she would have to push that guilt to the side.

Rick grabbed the fire axe that was once encased in glass and raised it behind him, crashing it down into the man's abdomen. The group flinched back in disgust and horror as thick dark blood sprayed the room. He kept swinging more and more until the man's insides were easily accessible. Using their gloved hands, they gathered the mush that was left of the insides and began to spread it heavily on Glenn and Rick's jackets. Willow and Andrea stepped away for a second to gather themselves as the air in the room became tainted and foul.

"If we make it back, be ready." Rick said sternly to the group.

"What about Merle Dixon." T-Dog asked the question no one else wanted to ask. Rick slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out a small metal key, tossing it to T-Dog.

-

The rest of the group watched over the edge of the roof, Morales peering through the binoculars in hopes to spot Glenn and Rick. It took a while to spot them in a sea of walkers.

"There!" Morales exclaimed, pointing down to a street across from their building, but their attention was turned towards the sky as dark clouds moved and covered the sun with a loud grumble of thunder following it.

Willow felt a drop of rain splash onto her hand, before another and more. She ripped off her jacket and draped it over Sienna on her chest.

"Oh man." Morales said, as he too felt the rain that was coming.

Everyone glanced over the road, following Glenn and Rick. So far, the dead were still mindlessly walking, but as the rain came down harder and harder, they could see the walkers starting to become entertained by the two of them. Within a blink of an eye, Rick's axe was plunged into the head of a walker that showed too much interest in him, only to fuel the energy and hunger of the others surrounding them. The two took off into a sprint, smashing their weapons into the heads of anything that got in their way. They finally got to a chain linked fence, throwing their weapons over before climbing it, just barely getting over before the walkers were gripping the metal.

Willow let out a breath of relief, but Andrea shot it down fast. "Don't relax yet. The plan isn't over."

Sure enough, as the two climbed into the truck, the fence broke down, hundreds of walkers trampling over it and towards their vehicle.

"They're leaving us." Andrea said in shock.

"What?" Willow grabbed the binoculars from Morales, holding them up to her eyes. The Ferenc truck crashed down another fence, heading down a street beyond their view. She took a step back, handing the binoculars back to Morales. Her mind filled with worry and fear with an 'I told you so.' She felt foolish to put even an ounce of trust into those people.

But she was wrong.

"Those roll-up doors at the front of the store facing the street- meet us there and be ready." Glenn's voice spoke through the device Morales held.

They all stumbled back, desperately grabbing their bags and belongings.

"Come on, let's go, let's go!" Morales yelled, quickening his pace towards the steps.

Willow followed quickly, hearing Merle scream behind her. "Hey, you can't leave me here! I'm not fooling' man!"

The group was halfway down the stairs, everyone but T-Dog.

"T-Dog, come on!" Willow screamed up to him, hoping he could hear. Her feet didn't stop moving, carrying herself down with the rest of them to the doors Glenn had spoken about. More glass cracking and shattering was heard from the store, everyone's hearts beating a thousand beats a minute. Willow stood beside Andrea and Jacqui, bouncing Sienna as she began to cry.

"Come on T." Morales said impatiently.

The group grabbed the chains that would hoist open the door, listening to a car alarm blaring past the building.

"What is that?" Andrea questioned, hands still ready to pull.

Suddenly, more glass shattered, only this time the moans and groans of the walkers could be heard much clearer. Willow turned towards the entrance to the garage, T-Dog flying through it with his bags. "They're here, let's go!" He yelled, as walkers started to slowly pile through the door.

A loud bang was heard on the garage door, signaling the group to start raising it. Willow glanced behind her as everyone started throwing their bags into the truck, hopping in. She held her knife in front of her tightly, raising it and stabbing it into one of the dead's temples, allowing more time for the group to get in.

"Willow, come on!" Andrea yelled back at her.

Willow turned, throwing her things inside the truck as well, jumping in, just barely missing the hands of a walker. Morales quickly untied the ropes that held the truck door up, slamming it closed as Rick began to drive.

Everyone sat on the flat of the truck, gasping and sweating at how quick everything was before turning their attention to T-Dog. He sat against the passenger seat, holding his side, panting. "I dropped the damn key."

They stared at him in silence, not knowing what to say, but Andrea spoke to eliminate the silence.

"Where's Glenn?"

Rick wiped his forehead. "Got him a car to distract the walkers away from the garage. He'll be meeting us there."

"Where exactly is that?" Willow spoke out, untying Sienna's carrier.

"You'll see." Morales spoke before turning ahead to face the road.

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Word count: 2,442

#daryl dixon #fanfic #norman reedus #the walking dead #wattpad #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x oc

[i--luv--you]

Type A.

Question: "Chromium (III) hydroxide can be used as a pigment. Based on the incomplete redox reaction provided,

Se (s) + Cr(OH)3 (aq) → Cr (s) + SeO3 2– (aq)

write the full balanced redox equation for this reaction. (1 mark)"

Chapter seven: You PUNCHED him?!

“Wait so start from the start-” Ari groans. “You did what??” Rei says, looking horrified.

“Ugh ok fine. Get comfy cause this is the last time I’m explaining this.” She looks over at Deimos who’s frantically finishing up her essay. “Done?”

“Give me a minute! This is worth half of my fucking grade!!” She pesters and Ari shrugs.

“I still can’t believe you punched him.” Jay whispers to Shroom, nodding as Ari huffs, sneaking in her seat.

“I would’ve done a lot worse if stupid Scaramouche didn’t  pull me off that prick.” She mumbles and Alexis rubs her forehead.

“God give me strength to deal with them.” She mumbles.

“Ok! I’m done. Now. Spill.” Deimos says, closing her laptop and shoving it to the side of the library table full of books and other studying material which was pushed to the side the minute the group walked in.

“Ok ok so who got there right? And the minute we did I swear Alexis and Kaveh disappeared to go makeout.” Ari says looking at Alexis who flushes bright red.

“It was supposed to be just a  kiss.” She mumbles as Yui sniggers.

“You two were practically eating each other's faces!” She laughs.

“Oh fuck off Yui!” Alexis exclaims, covering her blazing cheeks.

“Anyways.” Ari says, rolling her eyes. “Alexis and Kaveh left and the minute Yui saw Scaramouche sitting by himself drinking so I knew we’d lose her.”

“I got his number.” Yui grins.

“And then what?” 

“I sent him way too many Undertale animatics and he blocked me…”

“Oh my god.”

“He unblocked me the next morning!” Yui pesters huffing. “He said he liked them too.” She grins.

“Anyways, Oliver was stuck with me for the rest of the night, we spent the whole time trying to avoid Childe who was being very insistent and asking for her number and then I got really overstimulated for some reason.” Ari says, chewing on her lips and tapping her foot.

“We tried to find a room to relax in cause it was too much for me at that moment but everyone was either throwing up, or fucking.” Oliver says  and Jay nods.

“Highschool frat party. Not surprised.” He sighs.

“I did get to see one of my highschool now university friends though. But as much as I adore Jaime. I didn’t want to reconnect through one of Childe’s parties. Or walk in on them getting it on with their boyfriend.” Ari mumbles, “It was nice to see them again though…” Ari mumbles and Deimos groans.

“Tell us about Albedo!”

“Ok fine! My god…” He rolls his eyes. “We couldn’t find a room to stay in so we went outside to sit on his front porch.”

“It wasn’t a bad spot actually.” Oliver nods,  “I mean if you ignored the screaming from inside it was great! His family had like, those lights you know what I’m talking about right? Those like little lights that you hang up?”

“Fairy lights?”

“Yea! Looked real cute. Anyways, we were out there and I was helping Ari calm down and  Albedo walked out of the door, looked like he needed a moment too.” Oliver says, shrugging. ”He saw me and waved but he actually just stopped when he saw Ari.”

“Really?” Ari turns to Oliver.

“You had your back to him, you didn’t notice. I could practically see the hearts in his eyes.”

“Ugh Oliver. Don’t even make shit up like that. I bet he was glaring…”

“I’m not, honest! Maybe it was dark. I dunno I can’t remember. Anyways Ari was feeling ok so we got up to go inside but Albedo stopped us.”

“Oh yea I remember. Asshole tried to grab my ass.”

“Grab your sleeve.”

“What.”

“What?”

“Anyways I  dunno he introduced himself and then started babbling on and on about the exams.” Ari grumbles. “It was mortifying!”

“It wasn’t that bad.” 

“Yes it was!”

“Anyways, I’ll take it from here kay Ari? He was just harmlessly chatting about the exams and we were honestly having a nice conversation until chemistry came up and he told Ari that for the next project the professor paired them together.”

“I fucking hate my life…”

“Oh come on, it's not that bad…” Rei smiles.

“I am paired with my academic rival who i punched in the face-”

“And broke the nose of…” Shroom mumbles.

“For the next six months!!” Ari shouts looking furious. “YES ITS BAD!”

“Ok geez calm down now come on-”

“Deimos if you say another word I will not hesitate to toss you into the nearest wall. I’ve done it before.” She looks at her best friend. “I’ll do it again.”

“...ok then….” 

Silence and Yui coughs. “Uhm.. continue with the story?”

“Oh yea…” Oliver pauses thinking for a bit. “Uh Albedo offered to tutor Ari for a reasonable price and she got mad and punched him. That’s about it.”

“I was gonna send him home with more than just a broken nose if Scaramouche didn’t fucking pull ME OFF HIM.”

“Ok! I think we should go get ice cream yea? Yea ok good come on.” Alexis grins, grabbing everyone's things.

“I hate him…” Ari mumbles, getting up.

“Regardless, I think you should send him flowers. He’s in the hospital.” Rei frowns.

“Why the fuck would I send him flowers!!”

“Ok you know what. You guys get ice cream. I’m going to get this one home.” Oliver sighs.

“Are you sure you got this?” Shroom whispers, looking hesitant, “He’s a little…” Shroom looks at Ari who’s yelling and raving. “Pissy…”

“I’ll be fine. Thanks though. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Come on Ari, do you wanna watch Hamilton with me?” Oliver says, taking her hand and guiding her to his car.

“...Yea….”

Deimos pauses, “WAIT ARI’S MY RIDE HOME HOLD ON WAIT FOR ME-”

Answer: "6OH(–) (aq) + 3Se (s) + 4Cr(OH)3 (aq) →​ 4Cr (s) + 3SeO3(2-) (aq) + 9H2O (l)"

Taglist: @kunix, @xlivr, @alekav, @too-queer-for-school, @mimixso,

@littlebluejayy, @two-person-job, @floraldresvi, @das-jaim3

#aribedo <3 #kavexis <3 #other selfships <3 #olijax <3 #ari writes #miao <3 #scarayui <3 #the chemical forumula for your love #Type A

[iamstevessmile]

HAT RULE

Sebastian Stan

Summary: Cowboy Bucky, Cowboy Steve, Cowboy Sam; fluff; implied smut

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“Come on Chels, this isn’t a good idea ..”

“Oh please, you’ll blend right in.” I scoff, staring at myself in the body length mirror.

“I am a real city girl, if the leather corset doesn’t say that, the way I talk now will.”

“Listen, you’ll be with me the whole night. If anyone tries something, I won’t hesitate to knock them out.” I can’t help but laugh at that because knowing Chelsea, she was not over exaggerating.

“Oh I know.”

“Come on, Austin is taking us.” Chelsea chimed, gesturing for me to follow her towards her brothers truck. “Also, city girl my ass, d’ya forget where you came from?”

“That was a long time ago, my every day no longer consists of working in the barn or herding the sheep.”

“Yeah, and what does it entail? Big shopping sprees and all that fancy stuff?”

Chelsea’s brother hopped into the truck, turning on the ignition as he tuned into our conversation.

“Now that’s a stereotype and you know that.”

“What’s so bad about it here anyways?”

“I wouldn’t say bad, I suppose it’s nice to be away from the business of the city life.”

“There ya go, look at the bright side of things.“

“If you’re worried you’re gonna run into anyone, I don’t think they’d recognize you.” Austin piped up, finally joining the conversation, rather than simply listening.

“Yeah, and why do you say that?” I asked curiously, leaning forward till I was propped between the truck seats.

“Well Little y/l/n ain’t so little anymore.”

“He’s got a point.” Chelsea backs up her brothers statement, leaving me silent for a second.

It’s been a long time since I left, so they could be right, but then again, I had cut ties with everyone except Chels when I left, so maybe I was sitting in their ‘not so good’ books.

I tried to keep contact, but it never happened, and that was completely on me.

“Well, I’d hope not.”

- - -

“Thanks for the lift Aust, we’ll see you later.”

“Don’t go too wild, don’t wanna have to carry the two of you inside.” He says, looking over at me. “‘Specially you, city girl.”

“No promises.” He chuckles, and I flash him a smile before he reverses and drives away, leaving Chelsea and I alone, in front of the bar.

“Well come on, there’s no point of just standing here.” With that, she grabs my hand, yanking me towards the entrance.

As soon as the doors swung open, I was met with an odd nostalgic feeling.

I immediately felt like I didn’t belong here anymore, sticking out like a sore thumb, but then again, the last time I had been here was just under eight years ago.

Time I didn’t exactly spend in bars either.

“Anything in particular I need to remember?”

“Don’t go taking anyones hat unless you plan on leaving with them t’night.”

“Ah, rule number 1. Gotcha.”

BUCKY’S POINT OF VIEW

“I’m telling you Stevie, she ain’t worth the hassle she’s causin’ you.” I sighed, lifting my beer up to my lips, taking a large swig.

Steve had been going on about the Carter girl for over an hour, she had truly been driving him wild over the last few weeks, not in the good way, yet Steve still seemed to stick around her.

“I’m sure there’s a ton of gals here, just waitin’ to get there hands on ya.” He scoffs at my words, shaking his head as he reaches for his own drink.

“I’m not you Buck, I don’t have anyone fallin’ at my feet when I flash a smile.” With that, Sam burst out laughing, seemingly finding that statement hilarious.

“You two are both a catch, now stop with all that.” Sam speaks up, finally joining in our conversation. “In all honestly, Buck is right.”

“Ha!” I exclaim, laughing softly as I watch Steve roll his eyes.

“Steve, you’re a great guy, and if Carter doesn’t see that, then she don’t deserve you, plain and simple.”

I nod in agreement at Sam’s words, about to speak when my attention was snapped towards the bar, where two girls sat perched on the stools.

“I see Chels has arrived. Brought a new friend along this time.” Sam points out, leaning forward until his forearms were resting on the table, watching the two girls, more specifically Chelsea.

I observed the other girl silently, scanning over the way her corset hugged her torso, her red hair falling down and over her shoulders perfectly.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind as to who was sitting only a few meters away.

After studying her body for so many months, I could recognize her from a mile away.

“I was gonna say have at it Steve, but I think Buck’s mind is already set.” I hear Steve laugh, paying no mind to the two of them as I stand up, leaving my beer behind as I make my way over to the bar.

“One beer and whatever the lady wants. On me.” I call out to the bar tender, noticing Chelsea was now occupied by some guy I had seen around a few times.

Real pity, she’d be good for Sam.

Someone to whip him into shape.

I slide into the empty seat, watching her swivel around slowly until our eyes met.

She had grown up for sure, but it was definitely her.

“Hi, doll.” I could see the small gulp she took, her eyes full of curiosity, not fraying away from mine. “Been a while, hasn’t it?”

That seemed to clear any of the confusion she had, slowly biting down on her bottom lip as she looked up at me.

“Buck.”

God that voice.

Y/N’S POINT OF VIEW

“I don’t think they’d recognize you.”

Yeah Austin, it hasn’t even been ten minutes and that statement has proven to be awfully incorrect.

“Buck.”

“Never ‘xpected to see ya around here again.” He said, grabbing the bear off the counter before holding it out to me.

“Never was much of a beer girl.” I shake my head politely, subtly dragging my eyes around his face.

How is it possible that he got so much more fucking attractive?

“That’s right, though that coulda changed along with everythin’ else.”

“I suppose.”

“Well.” He whispered, lowering his face down slightly until his arms were flat on the bar, and his hat looming over me, as he gestured with his head to the dance floor. “What’s it gonna take to get you out there?”

Was he not angry with me for leaving still?

“How ‘bout that drink you offered.” I flashed a smile at him, knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist him any which way. “Kinky blow pop.”

James Buchanan Barnes was one hell of a charmer.

“By all means doll, anything you want.” He signaled over the bartender, ordering my drink and giving me the time to let my eyes wander over his body.

The flannel he was wearing was tucked into his jeans, the top five buttons undone, allowing me to see the start of his abs just below the chains that were hanging around his neck.

I lick my lips slowly, turning to grab my drink as it arrived before looking back at James.

With the look in his eyes, I know he had caught me looking, but honestly, I could think of a few things worse than that.

There was not a single chance that he never knew how fucking sexy he was.

“Tell me, what managed to bring you back around?” His voice was low, the rasp evident as he kept close, making no movement to back away.

“Just Graduated.” I shrug, giving the most simple answer, “thought I’d come back and visit.”

“Oh, do we have a qualified designer around now?” I freeze for a moment, not thinking that he would even remember that small detail of what I wanted to study.

“You remembered?” I tilt my head slightly, not dropping any of my confidence.

“Why wouldn’t I?” His eyebrows furrow for a moment, watching me intently as I shake my head.

“I think it’s time we get out there!” I chug back the remainder of my drink, Bucky watching in awe as I slam the glass down and strut over to the dance floor, leaving him standing by the bar, alone.

Once I’ve reached the middle of the floor, I turn back around, seeing him laugh as he shakes his head. I can feel the excitement running through my body.

I’ve missed this.

I’ve missed him.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the bar as he lets his legs spread, dominating the area around him and potentially me as well.

He slowly lifted his beer back to his lips, not moving his eyes away from me.

He wanted a show? I could definitely give him one.

I let my hands move upwards, allowing them to find their way into my hair, letting my hips sway sensually to the rhythm of the music.

I keep my gaze locked on his, watching the way he practically undresses me with his eyes.

I feel hands snake around my waist and I immediately stop my movements, turning around to be met with some man.

“You new around here darlin’?” I shake my head, stepping back slightly, which seemed to be pointless as he replaced that step with one of his own. “Haven’t seen a pretty thing like you around here. Are you here alone?”

“She is not.” I feel the presence behind me, knowing it was him without having to turn around to check.

“Sure looks like she is to me.” The man speaks up, which only causes Bucky to step closer to me, his back almost resting against my chest.

Suddenly, I feel the weight of something on top of my head, lifting my hand up to push it out of my eyesight.

“Still look like that to ya pal?” I finally turn my head to the side, taking in Bucky’s protective stance, his arms crossed against his chest, highlighting his muscles, as well as the death stare across his face. “Thought not. Run along.”

The second I hear the man’s footsteps fade off, I turn completely to Bucky, lifting my gaze until I was met with his.

“Thank you, I could have handled that though.” I smile softly, “though, I did appreciate the show.”

“Thought I recognized that looks in your eyes.” He chuckles deeply at my words, his eyes eyeing my body before moving back up to mine.

He lowers his head to my level, lifting his hand up to my head, about to take the hat when I stop him.

“I think I’ll keep this.”

“D’ya forget the rule, wear the hat..?”

“…ride the cowboy. I remember just fine.” I say, stepping closer to him until my lips brush against his.

“Well seeing that you don't plan on giving that back...” He finally closes the gap between us, our lips meeting perfectly against each other as he pushed on my lower back until I am pressed right against him. I pull back, only slightly, dragging his bottom lip between my teeth gently before whispering.

“I think that’s only fair.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #fluff #Cowboy #Cowboy Bucky #wear the hat #Bucky Barnes Cowboy

[planefood]

I had the best sleep of my life in actual years, so to celebrate my mental health slowly healing apparently.

Do robots have specific/special ways to sleep? Or like routines before they go to sleep and/or after waking up, like humans do with brushing their teeth and stuff?

Do some of them need to charge themselves or take off their heads?

Maybe if they have analog TVs or computers for heads they have comfort shows/videos/movies they watch before they sleep? Maybe with somebody like Sonnet they have music?

How do they keep themselves from overheating under blankets and stuff?

Do they dream or have nightmares? One of the questions I came in for was if robots could have screensavers so could screensavers be the equivalent of dreams?

Honestly just anything notable you can add would be really cool.

Tbh ik this is one of my most in-depth questions yet, but again, first good sleep in years. Celebration.

- 🔌

Congrats on the sleep! I have trouble sleepin' too, great question to introduce the lore on the characters tails tho! This'll be a long one again The power plugs you see on my characters is actually apart of how they sleep, like electronics they need to charge, they also need to sort through memories and rest in general like humans which they all do overnight.

They don't need as much sleep as humans do to charge but still enjoy snoozing anyway... Their charging state is their "deep sleep" and anything extra would be like light napping. Most of them sleep on chairs or sofas, they do have beds because they are comfy but they can't sleep on their backs. Characters like Tandy consistently sleep in beds whereas Sierra treats her bed more like a piece of furniture and usually just remembers she needs to charge and passes out at her desk sitting on a chair Robots can die from exhaustion if they don't charge consistently enough and, they need a power source to sleep properly. Robots know how much charge they have in their body, not by any specific number but they just y'know, feel tired. Robots can suddenly run out of charge and pass out but it's rare. Can happen if they're overworked or in a bad mental state tho. On an average day most robots will have about 20 hours worth of charge on them. This'll fluctuate with age of battery or the size of the robot or just how much work they're doing. Their cord tails aren't necessarily the ones they use when they're sleeping. They can take out and swap cords with a compatible "sleeping" cord if their day to day one isn't appropriate. Vic and Darwin's plugs aren't compatible with nz/aus outlets but wear their old ones as a sense of pride almost? Robots that do this can either swap out their day cord for their sleeping cord or just stick an adapter to it. THEY CAN'T TAKE OFF THEIR HEADS THO... Any less than you can rip off the screen of your laptop, not healthy. Newton and Oliver would take out things like papers most of the time but that's the closest thing to it.

but some cords are purely fashion statements, they don't work as sleeping cables at all. It can say a lot about a robot whether or not they wear their sleeping cable day to day, wear a totally different one or just don't wear it at all.

As for routines there isn't a whole lot, Some robots will disinfect themselves before they leave the house with wet wipes. During colder months tho robots have to "warm up" before doing anything which just involves them kinda sitting around. In warmer parts of the year they usually do away with any blankets altogether and sleep with an electric fan on. (or an air conditioner if they're bougie) Because this is set in Aotearoa they can't afford heating either so they just layer clothes and blankets (sob) They have a harder time regulating body temperature and act more like they're cold blooded if anything.

Robots have dreams when they're not charging What kind of dreams they'd be having is highly dependant on their make and model. A robot like Lithium would be having dreams more similar to a regular human where its just sections of totally random shit happening that kinda connect to what was happening to your day. An older robot like Sierra would be similar to an old screensaver yes

so I guess a nightmare would be like?

as for like, pre sleep routines. I think robots will do stuff like read or watch youtube or something when they start getting low battery and then plug themselves in and conk out, it's nothing too crazy

#ask

[mimikyuvelcro]

What if all the other Hermits were in Double Life?

Ever since Double Life started, whenever I watch one of the Hermits who isn't in it, I keep finding myself wondering what it would have been like if they had joined. And more specifically, who would they be soulbound to?

So, I decided to find out for myself! I'm going off the assumption that the selction of Soulmates was truly random and so I did what was basically the virtual version of pulling names out of a hat. I took the names of every Hermit who isn't in Double Life, and put then in a list on a random item picker website. I then had it pull one name at a time, and I deleted each name from the list as I went to avoid anyone being pulled twice. To keep things fair I only did the process once and didn't reroll at any point. 

This list assumes that the current Soulbounds on Double Life would remain the same, so all the participating members of Double Life are not included here. Because the number of non-participating Hermits was an odd number, I included Skizzleman as well. If you would have rather seen LDShadowLady in this list you can just swap Skizz for her. 

Without further ado, here's the list!

GeminiTay & Cubfan135

Docm77 & Xisumavoid

XBCrafted & Iskall85

FalseSymmetry & Stressmonster101

VintageBeef & WelsKnight 

Keralis & Skizzleman 

Tinfoilchef & JoeHills 

MumboJumbo & Hypnotizd 

iJevin & ZedaphPlays 

I really love how this list came out. There's a great mixture of potential dynamics here, ranging from people who would immediately be power couples to people that would probably be disasters. And of course, plenty of chaos. Here's my thoughts on some of the pairs! I'm far from a HermitCraft historian, so I'm sorry if I don't know about any previous interactions Hermits have had and completely misread their dynamic. This is just more going off vibes anyway.

Gem & Cub

I don't know why, but my immediate gut reaction is that they would not get along. Gem would probably end up joining one of the other pairs instead, either Scott and Cleo for the gay and single alliance, or Stress and False for the girlboss energy. Cub would ally with Doc and Xisuma for ultimate destruction capabilities. 

Doc & Xisuma

Power couple. Everyone will fear them, and rightfully so. Sure, Xisuma is a sweetheart and Doc isn't that bad (or so he says). But their skills and dedication combined together would be an absolutely deadly force. That is, until they inevitably mess up one of their own intricate traps and end up being one of the first duos eliminated. 

XB & Iskall

These two would start off super excited to be Soulbound, and would work together great at first. But things would pretty quickly fall apart between them. They'd probably still work together for the sake of practicality, but they'd be snippy the whole time. I picture them pulling an Etho and Bdubs in Last Life by dividing their base directly down the middle. Iskall would try to buddy up with Stress, but she wouldn't be interested. 

False & Stress

OTP. Absolute besties, would have total lesbian couple girlboss energy the entire time. Would also be complete gremlins and mess with everyone else constantly. This might end up painting a target on their back, but they also would be strong contenders to be the winning team. 

Beef & Wels

Would have the most normal, drama free relationship of everyone. Not madly in love or hating each other, just two dudes being bros and chilling.  

Keralis & Skizz

Constant comedy. Would regularly get into disagreements, but nothing that would ever drive a wedge between them because they'd end up just laughing it off. Would try to homewreck other teams.

TFC & JoeHills

They'd quickly come up with an arrangement where TFC would mine for resources, and Joe would find creative ways to sell them to people. They might end up becoming a target, especially once people start going red, because of their accumulated wealth. Joe may also end up being tricked by Scar into doing something that would cause his death.

Mumbo & Hypno

Would be excited to work together, but Grian would constantly be trying to win Mumbo over, and it would absolutely become a tension point between them because Mumbo would claim to be loyal to Hypno while also constantly running off to do things with Grian. 

Jevin & Zedaph

These two would be the type of pair that despite their individual brilliance, would have -1 brain cells when working together. They'd have all the greatest "what could possibly go wrong?" schemes. Would either be the first team to lose or would somehow manage to win by sheer dumb luck. 

This was a ton of fun to do, and I might do some variations, maybe doing some new rolls on the current Double Life cast, or using all the Hermits and the Double Life Cast together. Also I'm really sorry if someone else has done this already and I unintentionally stole the idea!

#double life smp #double life #hermitcraft #cubfan135 #Docm77 #FalseSymmetry #GeminiTay #MumboJumbo #stressmonster #keralis #xisumavoid #skizzleman #tinfoilchef #welsknight #Iskall85 #zedaphplays #ijevin #JoeHills #VintageBeef