#every time they're both in the mess hall or in engineering... you know it's about to Happen

[trillscienceofficer]

being into B'Elanna/Seven is so fucking funny. Star Trek: Voyager just keeps telling me that they don't like each other and yet here I am wondering why the hell B'Elanna would make that observation if she truly didn't care, a little passive-aggressive as it is and all, and why Seven would admit to anything being wrong with her if she didn't trust B'Elanna even a little bit. That being said, they Cannot have a normal interaction ever and I'm laughing

#every time they're both in the mess hall or in engineering... you know it's about to Happen #voy #b7 #b'elanna torres #seven of nine #ep: infinite regress #pictures taken 5 seconds before disaster also #sidenote to the sidenote i wish 'you look terrible' made any sense wrt makeup or costuming decisions here

[imthebadguyyy]

Temporary Fix

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!F1 driver!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You're the only female F1 driver, and you're damn good at your job. Oh, and you also have a friends with benefits relationship with a certain 7x World Champion.

Warnings - smut, best friends -> lovers, slight exhibitionism

A/N - you have the second merc seat in this, so Valterri isn't here : (( not proof read

Sometimes, you hated yourself for following your passion. Driving a F1 car had been your dream ever since you could remember. The long process from karting to F1 had been a difficult one. When you were seven, you had a go kart track manager that you couldn't race there because you were a girl. That had cemented your will to be the best you could be, and you had done it.

You had made it into a Mercedes F1 seat after spending two years in Williams. It was safe to say that you were one of the best drivers, with killer instinct and an excellent eye for overtakes. The likes of Mika Hakkinen, Niki Lauda, Jacques Villeneuve and others had praised your skills, naming you one of the best talents in the current driver pool.

But the glory, the fame, the praise, sometimes you wished you could just evaporate into thin air. This was one of those times. Press conferences sucked, they really did. Reporters and journalists thought they were entitled to ask you the most sexist of questions, brushing them off by saying it was 'just a simple question'. Sometimes the drivers you were paired up with defended you, like Seb or Pierre or Lewis or even Kimi. Sometimes people didn't want to say anything, or they just laughed it off or answered for you.

This was not one of those times. Charles was supposed to be your partner for the press conference, but he wasn't feeling too great so you were on your own. It had started off fine, with the usual questions like 'how are you feeling about the race?' 'is it gonna be a good weekend for Mercedes?' and then it had gone to 'Do you think you being the only woman here, you should have a special suit?' or 'Are you sure it's a good idea for you to continue another year in F1?' that's what had irked you off.

With a roll of your eyes and a shake of your head, you bit back the cutting response that had sprung to your lips, opting to simply look disapprovingly in silence, speaking more words in the quiet. Eventually, the conference was over, and you made your way out of the hall, deep in thought, so lost in your own world, you didn't notice when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into one of the nearby storage closets.

Your protest of "Hey!-" was cut off by a pair of lips pressing to yours, strong arms wrapping around your torso. "Heard you had a bad day with the press" Lewis mumbled against your lips, brow furrowing when you sighed and let your head drop onto his shoulder. "Yeah they're such fucking jerks" you replied, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry you have to deal with them every time" he continued, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Eh, I mean I'd rather not talk about it" you continued, letting your fingers trace a pattern on his chest.

The silence in the room was disturbed by the ringing of Lewis's phone, making you jump softly. "Bono" he answered, looking down at the screen. "Pick it up"

"Hello?"

"Lewis, we're waiting for the meeting? And is Y/N with you?" Bono's voice rang through the tiny closet, as you turned to look at Lewis with wide eyes. Shit, the debrief. "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh, and I'll see if I can find Y/N" he replied, making you suppress a smile. The moment he put the phone down, the both of you burst into giggles, before he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips. "Well, we should go" he said, biting back a smile when you sighed, and cuddled into his shoulder. "Fine"

"But I'll make it up to you tonight baby" he continued, as a shiver ran down your spine. Oh yeah, you two had a friends with benefits situation going on too. No biggie

Except, well, you know you couldn't tell anyone, and you were definitely in love with each other, but I mean, of course it was better to be stupid and just simply refuse to acknowledge those feelings for each other.

♥︎☾☁︎

It had happened, when Lewis won his championship in Turkey. The team had thrown a (socially distant) party, and you had gotten just a little more drunk than you should have, but the champagne was flowing, tequila shots were being taken, beer was being chugged so you just jumped in and had a few more glasses of wine than you should have, and participated in a few rounds of shots.

Before you had known, a pair of hot lips had crashed onto yours, and your arms had tightly held onto a broad pair of shoulders, as the pair of you had stumbled up to your hotel room, crashing backwards onto the bed. Your drunken mind had been sober enough to recognise the 'Still I Rise' tattoo across his back when he tugged his shirt off.

At the same time, Lewis had recognised your face, heart speeding up ever so slightly because holy shit he was making out with you, and he really, really liked you. Before he knew it, your dress was down to your knees, and his shirt was a rumpled mess on the floor, your friendship gone far beyond repair, but only in the best way possible.

The next morning, you had let out a groan when the sunshine had flashed into your eyes, rolling over to find Lewis lying next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as he slept peacefully. Your heart rate had sped up, and you had shot up, scaring the living day light out of Lewis. He had awoken with a start, confusion present in his brown eyes, before realization had sunk in, and he had shot out of bed, wrapping one of the towels around his lower body.

But before the two of you could get awkward, he had strutted over to you, grabbing your face in his hands before pulling you in for a kiss that made you feel weak and light headed.

And then the both of you came to the conclusion that you two wanted something loose and flexible, something fun with no commitment.

But was it what you wanted?

♥︎☾☁︎

Sometimes debriefs could drag on. And on. And on. Eventually, the engineers left the room, leaving only Toto, Lewis, Bono, Angela, James and yourself in the room. Over the years, it had become like a family for you, and you loved them to absolute bits. The mood in the room had changed, as you all joked around for a while.

Watching from the other side of the room, Lewis couldn't help the smile that etched itself onto his face, when he saw you throw your head back with laughter at something Toto said, inhaling sharply when your neck came into clear view, a sudden urge to mark you up settling in on his body.

It was a thrill, to think of how many times you had come undone on his fingers and his tongue, how many nights you begged for him to fill you up with his cock. It was a thrill to think of all the times he had cried your name out in ecstasy while your tongue worked wonders around him. And yet, here you were, acting as if you two were just best friends, not two people who could barely keep their hands off of each other.

Just two nights ago, he had made you scream his name so loud, the person the next room, who just happened to be Daniel, had not let him hear the end of it. Thankfully, the Aussie hadn't realized it was you in his bed. Two nights ago, he had made you see stars, and after that you had rewarded him with the performance of his life to Nights Like This by Kehlani.

Snapping back to reality when a slight poke was applied to his shoulder, Lewis looked over to see Angela looking at him with a slight smirk on her face. He strongly suspected that the woman definitely had some sort of inkling about the both of you. How ? No idea. But she was a crazy smart woman, and was bound to have figured out that he was seeing someone.

It didn't help that atleast half the people on the grid had at some point teased him, telling him the both of you were made for each other. It was like the universe was pushing the both of you to be together, and he kept pushing it away

"So are we feeling confident going into this weekend?" Toto asked, grabbing his attention from the smirking blonde.

"Yup!" Your cheery answer elicited a smile from everyone in the room. "Yeah I think so" he said, watching as you flashed him a quick smile. "Okay, then, I think we're done for now. Any questions?" Bono asked, scanning a data sheet in front of him. "No, i'm good" you replied, reaching over to grab your phone. "Yeah me too" Lewis said, far too concerned with what was going to happen later that night to pay his full attention to Bono.

"Okay then. We'll see you tomorrow"

And with that they departed. Before Lewis could follow you, a hand grabbed his and he turned to see Angela, Toto and Bono looking at him expectantly. "So whose got you all distracted and flustered?" Angela asked, earning a smirk from Toto. "What? No one" he replied, slapping himself mentally for being all day dreamy during a meeting. "Oh really? I'm willing to bet you didn't hear anything I said during the meet except the last bit" Bono said, smiling when his driver got visibly flustered.

"So do we know her?" Angela continued, watching him closely for any giveaway reactions. "How would you know her if I don't like anyone?" Lewis said, hoping to God it didn't come across as awkward as it sounded.

"Never said you liked anyone. I'm saying you're in love with someone" Angela said, watching as her friend's eyes widened in shock, and he shook his head profusely. "Okay are you on something? I'm just gonna head back to the hotel now" he murmured, confused, and somewhat taken aback by her bluntness.

Ignoring the looks on the others faces, he made his way out to the paddock, trying his hardest to make sense of his feelings. Was a casual relationship with you what he wanted? He wanted so much more than that.

Lewis knew, deep down in his heart, that he wanted to hold your hand in public, and kiss you right on the lips in front of everyone when you shared a podium. He wanted to be able to call you his, to not just spend the night with you, but to spend all his days with you. But you didn't want that.

Or so he thought.

♥︎☾☁︎

Back at the hotel, Lewis busied himself with working out, trying to push all his frustrations out via the workout. He knew that you were going to turn up in the night, and he looked so damn forward to seeing you each night, but god, he hated it when you left in the morning. Every morning when your warm body slipped out from under the sheet, his arms would tighten for a moment, before your giggle would bring him back to reality and he'd hastily draw back, smiling at you. His favourite moment was when he came to your hotel room in Spain. In the morning, he had woken up before you, and before leaving, he had pressed a little kiss to your forehead. The most gorgeous smile had curled onto your lips, and his heart had melted into a little puddle when you rested your cheek on his hand

And then in Monaco, when he had taken you to his apartment, you had woken up before him, and he had woken up to the sight of you bringing a tray of pancakes and fruits, followed by a soft kiss to his cheek.

It was those moments he cherished, but it was those same moments that confused him.

His train of thought was broken when a knock echoed in the room, as he walked over to the door, opening it to find : you

"Hey" you greeted him, walking in and shedding your jacket. "Hey" he replied, reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off of his body. "Wow um, is this a bad time?" You asked, eyes trailing down his abs, watching as his body glistened in the fading sun light. "No its fine, I just finished my workout. You hungry?" He continued, biting back a smirk when he saw your eyes roaming his body.

"W-what? Yeah, i, um, suppose - yeah" you murmured, mind already far down the gutter.

"For food darling, not for sex" he said, making you blush and let out a small gasp. "Lewis!" You chided, shoving him softly. "You know you were thinking it" he mumbled, pushing you up against the wall. "Yeah I was" you whispered back, yanking him forward by his shoulders, slamming your lips against his.

Lifting you up from the waist, he pressed his body further into yours, one of his hands wandering down to your ass, squeezing harshly, earning a moan from your lips. Taking the opportunity, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, groaning when you let your core grind against him.

Leading you towards the bed, he stopped in confusion when you stopped him, maneuvering him towards the balcony. "Want you to fuck me against the window or in the balcony" you gasped out, earning a moan from him.

"Right where anyone could see us, hmm? Didn't know you were into that baby" he growled, grabbing your earlobe in between his teeth, earning an airy gasp from you, as the wetness threatened to seep down your legs.

"Mmhmm" was all you could muster, your mind so clouded with desperation you couldn't form a single coherent thought. The only thing you were aware of was that only Lewis could make you feel the pleasure you wanted to feel, only he would take you to that little piece of heaven, only he would hold your hand and fuck you into oblivion, and he would still be there to clean you down with a sponge softly.

"If you insist"

Grabbing you roughly, he slammed your body against the massive hotel room window, ripping the mercedes team shirt you were wearing off of your quivering form, letting it drop to the floor, before he hooked his fingers into the material of your jeans, tugging the denim down your legs

With a soft groan, you pulled his nike shorts down his legs, moaning when his cock came into view, the throbbing in between your legs making you whimper, arousal and need growing tenfold in your tummy.

"Please" you whispered, meeting his eyes, so he could see the pure desperation in your eyes. "Please what?" He said, a certain roughness you hadn't heard before creeping into his voice

"Please fuck me" you moaned, gasping when he brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing ever so slightly. "Oh trust me doll, i will. But first, i want to have you dripping wet and ready for me. I want to make you cum on my fingers, so you're wet and ready for my cock. Do you want my fingers princess?" he continued, feeling his arousal grow when you whimpered and whined.

"Words baby girl. Or I'll just leave you here with your pathetic fingers. I bet you can't even reach all those spots inside you that make you scream, when your tiny little fingers try to please yourself. I bet you just feel like sinking into yourself, but the thought of my fingers keeps you awake. Do you do that, sweet girl? Do you pretend your fingers are mine when you're touching yourself, hmm?'

When you didn't answer, he delivered a smack to your ass, groaning when you moaned at the pleasurable sting. "Yes" you whispered abashed.

"Don't be shy baby. Its okay. I know you feel so good when I love on you. I can see it when you scream my name" and with that, his pointer finger began circling your clit, rubbing circles around it before shifting so he was rubbing the sensitive bud directly.

Your moans of ecstasy were music to his ear, a smile gracing his features, as he let his middle finger slip into you, thrusting it in and out of you. Your soft cry of "fuck" cracked when he shoved his pointer into you as well, scissoring them in and out of you

"Oh fucking hell Lew-" "Shh my darling, i didn't say you could talk, did I?" He said, fingers working at an indescribably quick pace, as the knot in your tummy tightened and threatened to loosen. "I'm gonna-" "go ahead baby" he murmured, using his pointer and thumb to pinch your clit roughly, as you came around his fingers with a scream

"Good girl. You wanna put that pretty little mouth to use somewhere else?" he asked, watching as you dropped to your knees eagerly, (just like I would do irl) reaching up to rest your hands on his hips.

"Someone's eager to suck my cock hmm? Be a good girl for me, and don't waste time" he ordered, a shudder running down his body when your nails traced the veins on his cock, and then as they reached downwards, your thumb circling his tip, collecting his pre cum on your finger. Then you shoved your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, before sucking softly on your digit, rolling your eyes back. You were snapped back to reality when Lewis roughly yanked your head up, pure arousal clouding his pupils

"You better use your mouth right now, or i swear i will leave you here alone to pleasure yourself" he threatened, moaning when you took his tip into your mouth at once, sucking softly before swirling your tongue upwards.

The feel of your tongue on him made him buck his hips into your mouth, the unexpected movement pushed him quite far back in your mouth, looking up at him, you hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of his cock into your mouth, the sounds he was making above you fuelling you. You took him as far back as you could without gagging, as a strangled moan of "Fuck Y/N!"left his lips. He grabbed your hair, tugging upwards, the tingling on your scalp sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. "Fuck baby, you're gonna have to stop now, I really want to fuck you now" he growled out, pulling you up before pushing you towards to balcony railing

Lining up with your entrance, he watched as you let out a shaky breath, eyes falling shut, as you clenched in anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Y/N?" he asked, eyes searching your face for any sign that he was being too rough, or that you didn't want what was coming next

"Turning your head around to face him, you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. "I've never been more sure baby" was your affirming reply.

Kissing you back with the same fervour, he slowly pushed into you from behind, the both of you groaning in sync when your walls enveloped him. "fuck you feel so good darling. So fucking tight" lewis moaned, making you moan as well as the pleasure coursed through your veins.

Reaching around you, Lewis rubbed your clit while he continued to snap his hips against yours, making your breasts bounce against your chest, your hands gripping the balcony railing for dear life. Thank god it was dark.

He continued to rub and pinch you clit, before swiping his fingers through your wet folds. Then he shoved his fingers into your mouth, prompting you to suck on them

"Be an angel and suck on my fingers for me" he growled, moaning when your mouth eagerly closed around his fingers, sucking them with fervour.

Snapping his hips into you desperately, his hands encircled your waist, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, swishing his fingers around in your mouth. "Fuck baby thats it, i'm gonna cum" he groaned, capturing your earlobe in between his teeth, moaning when you clenched down on him again

"Oh fucking hell-" with a moan, he came into you, pulling his fingers out of your mouth to rub your clit again, sighing with satisfaction when you came around him with a scream of "Lewis!"

Panting, he dragged you back to the bed, both of you collapsing into the covers.

Your chest rising and falling rapidly, you curled up into his chest, letting your head droop onto his shoulder, as his fingers traced his initials onto your hip.

"Well princess, we seem to have a problem here" he said, as you snapped your head up to look at him in confusion.

"I think i'm in love with you"

♡☾☁︎

A/N - part 2? Also feel free to drop a comment, i'd really appreciate it 🤍 thank you so much for reading 🤍

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[bakusquad-assemble]

hiya lol could you write a bakugou x reader and (they're dating already) and he's just being soft for her and cuddling in his dorm and he starts tickling her and she's screaming n stuff so the class rush in and are totally not expecting to see bakugou practically sat on reader and tickling her, lol no pressure obvs lol

Ahhhh thank you so so much for the request,lovely!! I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it! Soft boy Bakugou has my whole heart! I’m very slowly making my way through my request inbox, but feel free to send me more prompts to get the creative juices flowin!

Bakugou Katsuki was never one to show affection so openly like his other classmates would with their significant others. He was a reserved person, and the idea of PDA had always embarrassed him. So when the two of you had started dating, you were very aware of how he reacted to being touched, and respected him enough to never poke or prod in public. What took you by surprise though, was how different he was in your private company. The once prickly and standoffish boy couldn’t keep his hands off of you. At first it was jarring, his warm arms around you feeling so foreign and new, but you couldn’t help but relish in it. Sometimes you even found yourself teasing the poor touch deprived boy to see how much he needed your body against his. It was cruel, sure, but also incredibly validating to have Bakugou huff and puff until you paid attention to him. Today was one of those days.

Bakugou made his way to your dorm room after class as he did everyday, his textbooks from class slung over his shoulder in his book bag, fully intent to study and spend some quality time with you. Just being in your presence always had a calming effect on the explosive boy, so he found himself drawn to you every chance he got. He knocked once on your door before letting himself in, tossing his bag to the floor and locking his crimson eyes onto your form. You were already sitting at your desk, head buried in your book and head nestled in the palm of your hand. You made no movement in his direction, instead keeping your eyes glued to the pages before you.

“Hey, Suki.” You smiled softly at his presence, earning a grunt in return. He threw himself onto your bed, looking over at you longingly but still said nothing as he pulled out his own papers and got to work. The two of you sat in silence for a bit, a smirk ever present on your face. You could feel the boy's frustration radiating off his body and knew that it would only be a matter of time before he got sick of the lack of contact. Bakugou cleared his throat and you lifted your head ever so slightly.

“You okay? You need some water or something?” You teased, finally turning to look at him over your shoulder. He was looking at you with furrowed brows, a light flush spread across his cheeks.

“why the fuck are you still sitting over there?” He asked, trying his best not to sound desperate, but a little seeped through. You could’ve melted on the spot from his tone.

“I’m doing my work.” You stated plainly, turning your back to him once more to hide your smile. You could hear him growl at your response.

“Yeah no shit dumbass, but why are you doing it over there? You don’t want to spend time with me or somethin?” He tried his best to look anywhere but you, feeling the embarrassment overtake him. You could hear the distress in his voice and you couldn’t help but let out the laugh you’ve been stifling. He was so needy and you loved it. You put down your pen on the desk and turned completely in your chair, finally facing your red faced boyfriend.

“the fuck you laughing at?” He looked confused, trying to flesh out the meaning of your behavior.

“Aw what’s the matter, Katsuki? Does someone need attention?” You teased again, your head cocked to the side toyingly. You saw his demeanor change immediately. The once confused expression was replaced with a devious grin as realization hit him like a ton of bricks. You were fucking with him.

“Oh, you little shit!” Bakugou jumped off of his place on the bed and rushed at you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you from the chair roughly. You couldn’t stop the loud scream that escaped your mouth, echoing throughout the room and cascading down the hallway of the dorms.

“Tryin to mess with me, huh?” He snickered into your ear, holding you against his body tightly as you tried to fight against his hold. Laughter bubbled out of your throat as Bakugou picked you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way back to his previous spot in the room. Despite your kicking and playful fighting, Bakugou’s grip on you barely wavered. He slammed your body down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Well now I’m gonna make you pay for that.” His voice was sinister, dangerous, and you had no doubt that he meant business. Panic washed over you, and your fighting against the blondes grip got more frantic.

“No no no!” You laughed nervously, the sound mimicking that of a person in immediate danger, a scream of terror, but you were smiling and so was your boyfriend.

“Too late, you made me mad and now you’ve got to pay for it.” He let his hands live on your hips for a second, relishing in the feeling of your presence, before digging his calloused fingers into the sides of your body. Bakugou’s tickles were vicious, but there was still a certain softness to his hands. He let them roam your body, feeling every curve and smooth expanse of skin. His laugh cascaded around you like snow flurries, beautiful but bitting. To everyone but you, the sound was devious, Filled with malicious intent, but you knew better. So you laughed too. You laughed so hard that you could barely breathe.

“S-stop! Stop please, it hurts!” You felt your lungs burning, your chest tightening uncomfortably as Bakugou’s tickles only got more intense. You let out another scream, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you tried to fight off the strong blonde boy on top of you. It was no use though, he easily overpowered you in your current state. You thought about using your quirk to get him off of you, but honestly you didn’t really want him to stop. You loved feeling his hands wander your body, feeling his hot breath against the crook of your neck. It was intoxicating.

“In your dreams, y/n! You’re fucking dead!” You screamed once again, this time much louder, cowering from the anticipation of his punishment, but it never came. Instead you heard your door swing open, hitting the wall with some force. Both of you jumped at the sudden noise, and the sudden appearance of some familiar faces standing on high alert in your doorway. Bakugou made no motion to move from on top of you, instead shooting a dangerous glare towards the four idiots that had just made their appearance, their voices ringing in his ears like gunfire.

“Y/n?? Are you okay?” Mina’s voice echoed throughout the room immediately

“We heard screaming! Is everyone alright?” Kirishima spoke up next, his voice laced with obvious concern. The four figures froze in the doorway as they took in the actuality of the scene, a blush fighting its way fervently up Bakugou’s neck. Kaminari and Sero attempted to stifle their laughter, but to no avail.

“Oh ho ho, shit!” Looks like we had the wrong idea!” Kaminari snickered, bumping Sero in the side with his elbow.

“Damn, you two sure do have a weird way of gettin it on!” Sero chuckled, causing Kaminari to laugh even harder.

“Come on man, don’t kink shame them!” Kaminari’s stupid voice had Bakugou seething with rage.

“DON'T YOU FUCKERS KNOW HOW TO KNOCK?” Bakugou’s voice bellowed throughout the room, causing you to wince just from sheer proximity. Your face was a light shade of pink from being found in a compromising position, but Bakugou’s was fire engine red. Kirishima shifted awkwardly in his spot, bumping Kaminari hard in an attempt to get him to stop laughing.

“We’re sorry, Bro! It just...sounded like Y/n needed help! that’s all! We were all chilling in Mina’s room down the hall and heard her screaming!” Kirishima pleaded apologetically, clearly shaken that he had overstepped in such a personal way for the angry blonde. The last thing he ever wanted to do was make his best friend angry or uncomfortable.

“JUST GET OUT BEFORE I KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!” Bakugou yelled again, this time effectively stifling the laughter coming from Kaminari and Sero. Mina let out a soft giggle, ushering the terrified boys out of the room in one swift motion, feigning confidence to hide her own fear of being blown to bits.

“Alright guys, nothin’ to see here! I think we should give these two love birds their privacy.” You could feel Bakugou growl softly at her words, causing you to chuckle into your hand. Mina gave you a wink and a flirty little wave as she closed the door behind her, leaving you and Bakugou alone once more. Bakugou quickly took a pillow from your bed and chucked it at the door as it closed as hard as he could, making contact with a loud thud and earning a screech of terror from the other side of the door.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you before laughter cascaded from your lips. Bakugou looked back at you with wild eyes, clearly confused by the sudden noise of happiness.

“The fuck are you laughing about now?” You shook your head and wiped your eyes before looking back at him, a smile ever present on your face.

“It’s just...of course they had to barge in like that! They never cease to amaze me. ” You let your smile fade slightly as your hand reached out to caress his cheek. He hesitated for a second before allowing his form to melt into your touch.

“I’m sorry, Katsuki. Are you okay? I know you don’t like letting people see you like that. ” Your soft voice enveloped him, causing him to nod ever so slightly into your hand.

“M’fine. Those dumbasses just get under my fucking skin.” You let out a soft laugh, nodding with him.

“I mean, at least we know they’d come save me if I was ever being murdered.” Bakugou let an exhale of breath from his nose, the corners of his lips upturning ever so slightly.

“I’d get there first.” His confident tone was masked with warmth, a tone you recognized all too well. It was the same tone he talked in when he talked about your future together. It was filled with love. You rolled your eyes, but you still let the smile rest on your lips. You pulled Bakugou down next to you, keeping your eyes locked onto his crimson ones.

“ I know you would.” You whispered before bringing your lips to meet his in a loving kiss. It was short-lived contact, but still sent a shiver up Bakugou’s spine. He never expected to fall in love, never once imagined he’d let himself be so vulnerable in front of another human, but there was something about you that broke him down. Every single wall he had made that he believed to be impenetrable, you demolished with a single kind and understanding smile. And while Bakugou never imagined himself falling in love, he had unequivocally and irrevocably, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He pulled you in close to his chest, letting you rest your head there as he let himself savour the gentle sounds of your breath. He ran his hands through your hair gently as he felt you speak up once more, the words escaping your mouth causing a surge of pride to rush through the blonde boy's body.

“you’re my hero, after all.”

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[apocalypseornaw]

Always be Yours- 1

Word count 4,769.

Story Summary: Inspired by the 2 part I did of the same title. Set in season 9/10

Chapter Summary: When Dean calls to tell you Sam is in grave condition at the hospital you hurry to his side and in turn start to get pulled even deeper into the Winchesters' lives than you already were.

You were in Old Forge, New York working a simple haunting case when the night sky was suddenly lit up with what would appear to be meteors. You barely got the bones burnt before your phone started ringing. You pulled it out your jacket and felt your stomach knot in worry when you saw Dean's name flash across the screen."Hey Dean, what's up?" you climbed out the open grave and heard what was clearly baby's engine roar to life in the background "Y/N where are you?" "Old Forge New York, Why?" you braced the phone against your shoulder and started to shovel dirt back into the hole. "Those aren't meteors" you stopped working for a moment and glanced up at the sky "Then what the hell are they?" "Angels"

Your jeep moved across the pavement while you tried to control your speed so as to not get pulled over and prolong you getting to Randolph even more. From what Dean had told you the trials had went bad fast and Sam was in bad shape. You knew they were a bad idea from the moment the boys bounced the idea off of you but they had been hell bent on doing them, yeah the payoff of the gates of hell being closed forever sounded worth it but not at the price of losing one of them. As for the angels apparently Cas had been ungoing some sort of trials as well which shockingly enough had also went south so he was missing in action while every angel in heaven fell to earth. Your thoughts filled with worry for him right along with worry for your best friend and his brother. You had to get to Randolph. Sam needed you, Dean needed you.

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You had just reached the outskirts of Randolph when your phone rang again. You didn't even look at the screen before answering it "Please tell me it's good news Dean" you heard him take a deep breath and braced yourself but it still hit hard when he said "They asked me about organ donation. They're already giving up on him" You ran your free hand over your face to try to calm yourself. Dean needed someone to be there for him "We won't. I'm close can you meet me outside?" "I'll be in the parking garage, I got Crowley in my trunk" You didn't even ask the how or why as to the king of hell ending up in his trunk and simply said "Ok"

You parked in the first avalible spot then climbed out and headed towards the upper levels. Baby was easy to spot so it wouldn't be a hard find. You felt your stomach drop when you walked around a corner to see Dean pinned to baby's trunk and the man holding him raise an angel blade into the air fuck that meant he was an angel.

Before you made it to him another man came out of nowhere and caught the offender's arm with that show of strength that made him an angel as well. They shared some words then the one who was attacking Dean threw a punch on the one who intervened. Dean spotted you when he took the chance to glance around and shook his head so you ducked behind the nearest vehicle so you could watch should it turn on Dean again but be out of sight. Dean grabbed the discarded blade and slammed it into his attacker's back so you stood up and ran over to him about the time he asked the one who'd intervened who he was. The other angel had gotten pretty beat up in the fight but barely glanced your way as he told Dean "Doesn't matter. You're Dean Winchester and I am here to help" then collasped.

Dean looked at you then back at the angel "Ok" "What now?" You asked and Dean dug the keys to baby out and held them out "Grab the holy oil out the backseat. We need to get him somewhere secure before he wakes up" you took the keys and unlocked the car then leaned in. There were several jugs and flasks in the back floorboard "Which one Dean?" You asked glancing over your shoulder at him. He was trying to get the angel up so he could drag him to the nearby storage room "White flask" you grabbed the flask and shoved it in your hip pocket then locked baby back before moving to grab the angel's feet. Dean noddded "Thanks"

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Once you had the angel in the circle of holy oil you glanced back at Dean and he lit the oil with his lighter. As it flared to life the angel started to come around and Dean reached forward to push you behind him sliding the angel blade into your hand as he did so. You took a moment to actually look over the angel or well his vessel anyways as he climbed to his feet. Cas was really the only angel you'd ever dealt with on the regular and while you trusted him with your life you'd learned from him and the boys as well that most other angels weren't really the trust worthy kind. "You want to help?" Dean asked and the angel looked between the two of you then gave the barest of a nod. "Start with a name" Dean snarled and you gripped the blade as the angel finally said "Ezekiel"

"All right Ezekiel, how do I know you're not hunting me or Castiel like the other angels?" you hated the idea of Cas going against a fucking legion of pissed off angels but your concentration had to be on the angel currently in front of you. Ezekiel stared at Dean for just a moment before answering "Oh, I'm sure there are many angels who are. Many more are on their way here, most likely" Dean's eyes flicked towards you before asking how Ezekiel knew that. "You put out an open prayer like that.." Ezekiel started and Dean finished "I must really be desperate"

You met Ezekiel's eyes when he said "Believe it or not. some of us still do believe in our mission. And that means we believe in Castiel.." then he looked back to Dean then added "And you" "You said you were hurt during the fall?" Dean asked and you glanced over Ezekiel knowing you couldn't see the injuries he meant but the reaction was a gut one. "I was, entangling with my brother back there did me no favors but what strength I have, I offer to you"

Dean held up a finger to Ezekiel "Hold on" then cut his eyes at you "Y/N you're Sam's best friend. What do you think?" You took a deep breath and hoped you were making the right decision when you said "If he can save Sam it's worth the risk" that seemed to be all Dean needed so he pulled the vial of holy water out and splashed the circle to let Ezekiel out.

You offered the angel blade back to Dean hilt first and he hesitated "Sweetheart I wouldn't have called you if I would've known but I think you need to hit the road before the other angels get here" You shook your head "Hell no. I'm here now and I'm staying until Sam walks out this damn hospital" the slightest smirk pulled at Dean's lips before he said "I see why he likes having you around"

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You walked into Sam's room between Dean and Ezekiel and stopped in your tracks. God he looked almost dead. You stood back while Dean and Ezekiel walked closer to the bed. Ezekiel touched Sam's chest and Dean asked the question that was weighing on your mind since Ezekiel said he was injured "You still able to heal things after the fall?" You let out a slight breath when Ezekiel replied "Yes I should be, but he's so weak"

Dean's phone started ringing and you cut your eyes at him when he answered and mouthed "Cas" then stepped out into the hall.

"Ezekiel?" you spoke and he looked your way "He's my best friend. These two have been here for me when I didn't have anyone. Please save him" He nodded "I'm going to try" about that time a rumbling made you look up. It was like a mini earthquake almost. "Angels?" you asked and Ezekiel walked to the window and nodded.

Dean walked back in the door and asked Ezekiel "One of yours?" "Trying to secure a vessel. We need to move" you glanced at Sam's lifeless form "If we move Sam, he dies" Dean shoved his thumb in your direction "What she said" "If we stay, we could all die" Ezekiel said. You glanced around trying to figure out a plan and spotted the markers along the board in the room. "Dean, sigils?" you grabbed one and chunked the other to him as the two of you started putting every warding sigil you knew in place.

Once you were done Dean said "long as these are up, no angels are coming in. No one's coming out. You gonna be ok with these?" you knew he was asking Ezekiel who simply said "I'll manage"

Ezekiel turned his head slightly like he was hearing something so Dean asked "What?" "They're here" Dean nodded and walked towards the door "Y/N do not open this door for anybody but me" you shook your head and motioned back to Ezekiel "Tell him that, I'm coming with you" "Like hell you are!" Dean argued but you leveled him with a look "We don't have time for this Dean. If you're fighting angels, god dammit so am I" He looked from you to Sam's still form and sighed in defeat "Fuck, come on" then pointed to Sam and told Ezekiel "Save him, you hear me?" before the two of you headed out into the hall.

You and Dean moved towards the other end of the hall with the plan in mind to keep the other angels as far from Sam as possible. Both of you started running when the windows started blowing out. Dean pulled the pin from the fire alarm so you hollered "EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!" the shaking was getting worse and a glass case of medicine exploded behind the two of you coating you both in glass.

Dean saw a woman stumble and moved to help her up about the time a man came around the corner. When he pulled the angel blade you cursed under your breath and turned to see the woman had Dean around the throat "Son of a bitch" the man backhanded you about the time the woman hit Dean and the both of you landed in a crumpled mess not far from each other, blood already running down the sides of each of your faces.

The male vessel drug you down the hall and the female vessel drug Dean then laid you both out in the middle of the hall. The female vessel stood between your feet and spoke to Dean "Let me make this easy, tell me where Castiel is or your brother's gonna wish he was dead" "Good luck getting past the warding" Dean said with a smirk and you couldn't help but share in the knowledge that Sam was protected. "But we will" the female vessel said and hauled Dean to his feet and landed a hard kick to your stomach as the male vessel broke the glass covering the emergency axe. "And when we do, I'm gonna strip off all his skin and you're gonna watch" she looked back at you "then I'll do the same to her"

"Bite me" you and Dean both growled. She punched him sending him backwards then gave you a kick that you were certain cracked a rib or two but put you near Dean who chuckled as you both pushed yourself up "Anybody ever tell you, you hit like an angel?" she kicked him in the face so you added "or a bitch.Whichever you prefer" and were rewarded with a hard backhand but it gave Dean at least a moment to catch his breath.

You both fell to your knees and you saw him catching your blood and knew what he was doing. When he held up a hand and said "Ok,wait wait" you hurried to finish the banishing sigil for him. "I'll tell you where Cas is" he was trying to keep attention on himself and off of you. When he saw you were done he added "I just have one question?" "Ask" the female vessel said so he met your eyes before saying "If heaven is locked,where do you go when we do this?" so you slammed your bloody palm down on the sigil blocking your eyes with Dean's arm from the flash of the angels disappearing.

"Y/N?" he grunted as you pushed yourself to your feet holding an arm around your mid section "I'm alive. Let's get to Sam"

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The alarms were going insane when you busted in the room behind Dean "What the hell's happening?" Dean asked but you knew. Sam was dying. "This just started" Ezekiel explained waving a hand towards the machines. "and the warding..I'm afraid I'm weaker than I thought" you and Dean both started crossing out sigils as the alarms kept blaring.

"I am sorry Dean, Y/N" "No. We had a deal, ok? We fight, you save" Dean was getting angry and you couldn't blame him. You both had just gotten your asses handed to you only for Ezekiel to say he couldn't save Sam? "I would if I could. I'm just afraid it's too late"

"Are you kidding me?" Dean asked and it broke your heart to hear the slight break in his voice "Are you saying there's no way to save my brother's life?" Ezekiel wouldn't look at either of you when he said "No good ways, I'm afraid" "Then what are the bad ones?" you asked before Dean got a chance. "We're out of options here man. Good or bad let us hear them" Dean all but begged.

"I can not promise but there is a chance I can fix him from the inside" "From the inside? So what you're gonna open him up?" Dean asked but one look at Ezekiel and you put together what he meant "He wants to possess Sam" Dean looked between you and Ezekiel "You want to possess him?" Ezekiel turned his eyes from you to Dean "I told you" "No way" Dean cut him off so Ezekiel nodded "Understood. It's your call" you walked closer to the bed and let your fingertips barely brush Sam's arm and said "No it's his call" "and there's no way in hell he'd say yes" Dean finished your thought.

"He would rather die?" Ezekiel asked and you both nodded so he stood then raised his hand to quiet the machines. "I'll leave you two alone with him then" he walked past you and you swallowed back tears that threatened to spring to your eyes before Dean stopped Ezekiel "Wait"

You grimaced from the pain in your side as you turned to look at Dean who gave you a small nod before telling Ezekiel "If I consider this,just consider this. You got to give me something man. You got to prove how bad he really is" Ezekiel walked over near you and reached to lay a hand on Sam's forehead then told Dean to close his eyes and put one on his as well. A part of you wished you could see what was going on also but it only took a few seconds before Dean opened his eyes "Y/N he's giving up" the pain in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

"How will it work?" you asked pulling your eyes from Sam to look at Ezekiel. "Mutual benefit, I suppose. I heal Sam while healing myself" "And when he's healed?" Dean asked catching your eyes as Ezekiel promised "I leave"

"We're out of options Dean" you whispered feeling so very defeated. "Even if I said yes Y/N you know it wouldn't mean squat. Sam will never say yes,not to him" "But he would say yes to you" Ezekiel offered his eyes on Dean. Dean closed his for a moment before saying "Do it"

You stepped over next to Dean and turned your face slightly when Ezekiel's grace transferred from his vessel into Sam. He sucked in a deep breath then looked at Dean "We need to go"

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After Ezekiel had Sam dressed he healed Dean then you and all three of you took the stairs leading down out the hospital. You were walking next to Dean while he asked Ezekiel how it looked inside of Sam "There is much work to be done" "But he's gonna wake up right?" Dean asked giving voice to your worry. "He will" Ezekiel assured you both.

Dean nodded then you leaned up to look at Ezekiel "When he wakes up is he gonna feel you inside, triaging his spleen?" "No. There is no reason for Sam to know I'm in here at all" Dean scoffed "You're joking. No, this is too big" you agreed with Dean. There was no way you could keep a secret that big from Sam. "And what will he do if either of you tell him he is possessed by an angel?"

"Well he'll have to understand" Dean replied but you shook your head "Dean you and I both know after Lucifer? he'll fight it" "If Sam ejects me, he will die" Ezekiel confirmed your worst fear. Dean turned to see your face and must have seen the acceptance there because he agreed "Then we keep it a secret for now or until Sam's well enough he doesn't need an angelic pacemaker or we find a way to tell him. As for him being in the hospital I'll have to figure something out. Any ideas Y/N? " before you could open your mouth Ezekiel offered to erase Sam's memories of the hospital. Dean sighed "Do it" then looked at you "We need to talk"

The two of you walked a few yards from Ezekiel before Dean turned to face you "Y/N thank you for coming" "Dean he's my best friend and I care about you both" he half smirked which was a watered down version of his usual one "Always knew you had a thing for me" you rolled your eyes knowing he always buried feelings under many layers of sarcasm. "Oh of course I always get my ass kicked by angels to get a guy's attention" he scoffed then his face sobered "Cas called before the angels showed up" your attention perked up at the mention of Cas but your heart nearly stopped when Dean told you what had happened with Metatron "He's human?" Cas, no powers and very much mortal which most of the angelic population after him? Yeah you didn't like that. "Yeah I told him to head for the bunker" Dean seemed a bit apprehensive but you quickly agreed "That sounds like the best place to be right now"

Dean nodded then offered "You could come with us too, you know?" you motioned towards Ezekiel "and how are we going to explain to Sam when he wakes up that I've popped up out of nowhere?" "Good point" he replied then smiled in earnest and added "Ya know I'm glad you're one of the few that's stuck around with us" you smiled then said "I really just stick around now for the off chance that you will one day let me drive baby" he laughed "That's not gonna happen but if you want to come to the bunker there's always a room for you" you laughed "I may take you up on it. Hit the road I'm going to take the long way around and see if I can find Cas or a trail if I hear anything I'll call. When I get that way I'll come through Lebanon" Dean glanced around then pulled an angel blade out his jacket and held it out to you "Watch your ass, you've already been spotted with me" you took the blade and tucked it away under your jacket before saying "I always knew you were bad company Dean Winchester" he half smiled before you turned to walk away while he and Ezekiel headed for baby. You hated lying to Sam but you couldn't lose him either. You sighed and resigned yourself to keeping the secret until he was healed enough to live without Ezekiel.

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You drove for hours trying to get as close to Colorado as you could before forcing yourself to pull off and catch a few hours of sleep somewhere in Nevada. You didn't want to bother with a motel room so you pulled a page out of Dean's book and simply found a patch of woods to park your jeep in and locked it up with your gun close at hand before dozing off in the drivers seat.

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You woke a few hours later when the sun was slowly climbing into the sky and groaned at the kink in your neck. You rotated it in a tight circle and realized your phone ringing was what had woke you up. You reached for it and barely glanced at the screen to see Sam's name before answering "Sammy?" you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you heard him laugh "You know you and Dean are the only people on earth I'd ever let call me that" thank god he was ok.

"Yeah I know I'm special. What's up?" you moved around in the seat trying to stretch out your muscles. "Are you alright? Did Dean update you on everything going on?" the image of Ezekiel's grace flowing into Sam's body flashed through your mind before you shook your head and responded "Um angels fell down, Cas is human and we have a ton load of shit falling down around us due to a few thousand nukes on the loose?" "Only you could compress that much stuff into a sentence that small" you laughed "It's a natural talent"

You could hear Dean in the background asking where you were "Um Sidney Nevada?" Sam relayed the information and Dean let out a low whistle "Good lord did she turn the jeep into a fucking plane?" you rolled your eyes at him of all people calling someone out for the way they drove "He's one to talk. Anyways I'm about two hours shy of Longmont I'm going to start at the payphone Cas called from and work my way to the bunker from there. Shouldn't take but another day or so. You boys up for a little company?" "Well Kevin's still at the bunker so as long as you don't mind dealing with all of us" Sam teased and you couldn't help but smile hearing him joke around after seeing him in that hospital bed. "I think I can manage. I'll call if I find anything" "Ok Y/N. Watch your back and if you get in a tight spot.." "I'll call" you promised before you said your goodbyes and he hung up.

You opened the door and stepped out the jeep stretching out slowly. There was a truck stop a few miles up the road where you could grab a shower before heading into Longmont. You had to be careful about how you asked after Cas so if any other angel was in ear shot because if those assholes rolled like demons they already heard that you were at Dean's side in Randolph meaning they may assume you know where Cas was.

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You fell into your jeep with a grunt. The road from Longmont to Lebanon had been going quietly and smoothly. You stopped at gas stations along the way and asked about someone vaguely matching the description for Cas. When you got to Norton you stopped at the last truck stop before you'd make it to Lebanon. Turned out the clerk in the store was a vessel and had assumed you knew more than you did. Luckily he was alone and from the fact that you walked away from the fight with just a bloody head told you he must have been hurt in the fall just as Ezekiel had.

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You didn't try to stop and access your wounds,you simply held a bandana to your head and drove the rest of the way to the bunker. When you pulled to a stop only then did you pull the bandana away and give yourself a once over. The only reason it'd bled so much was that your head had been caught on the corner of a display case. There was a good sized gash but you'd had a lot worse and if you could just find a few spare minutes with a first aid kit you could fix yourself right up. You put the bandana back into place then climbed out to grab your bags out the back of the jeep.

You hit Dean's number on your phone and turned it to speaker as you gathered everything that you needed to wash and the weapons that needed cleaning or resupply from the stock the bunker held. "Y/N, where are you at?" was what he said in place of hello. You laughed lightly "Well I'm right outside and was wondering if someone could come give me a hand. Normally I don't have a problem carrying my own stuff but about fifty miles back I got into a bit of a scuffle with one of our winged friends" "Shit sweetheart are you ok?" you could hear him walking up the steps in the background of the call and gave a short laugh "I'm alive, he's not" then ended the call.

You didn't look up when Dean called your name so he grabbed your shoulder and turned you to look at him. He eyed the bandana "Let me see" you pulled it away and grimaced at the look on his face "Is it that bad?" he tentatively touched it then shook his head "We've all had worse. Let's get your stuff inside and we can patch you up" "Thanks Dean" you replied with a smile when he moved the bandana back into place.

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"Quit moving dammit" Dean growled while he cleaned your head up. You cut your eyes at Sam "He's such a fricking mother goose at times I swear" Sam snorted at the look Dean gave you in response to being called mother goose. "Excuse me Miss I'm gonna go scrap with a fricking angel on my own" You shrugged "I walked away didn't I?"

Dean shook his head and threw down the cloth he'd been using then placed the steri-strips on your skin. "You need to just stay here with us. We could use another set of hands with everything going down and you'll have someone to watch your back" he met your eyes and barely looked towards Sam and you knew what he didn't add aloud was that he had someone else there to keep a set of eyes on Ezekiel keeping up his side of the bargain. You were held in place by those green eyes and tried to ignore the way they always seemed to pull you in. "Fine but if you two go on a hunt I go too" Dean looked over at Sam who smiled "Sounds good to me"

You sat still while Dean finished your head then looked over at Kevin who was looking a little worse for the wear "Kev? When's the last time they fed you like real food?" he grinned "Been a week or so" "DEAN!" you gasped playfully and he looked guilty for a moment before he realized you were screwing with him "Very funny Y/N" you winked at Kevin and said "Let me go get settled in a room then I'll see what I can scrounge up for you"

You stood to follow Sam who was showing you which room you could occupy and heard Dean telling Kevin to not give you any more ammunition to give him hell and laughed. Sam looked back at you and offered his arm so you took it and let him lead you down the hall. "I'm glad you're here Y/N. A lot of cards are falling and it's nice to know you're not alone" you smiled at that and said "It's nice to know I'm not alone too"

　

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[lacramorga]

I was inspired by reading @fenriael wonderful questionnaire about Arellius so I thought I'd do one about my boy! Hope you enjoy!

Ondolerinde my ex-military leader turned Clockwork Apostle. Married to Sotha Sil and maker of their cyborg-esque son Othalos Sothal.

∆ Layer One- The Outside

Eye Color- Honey, a deep brown in low lighting or a beautiful golden yellow in direct light, shining almost as bright as his personality.

Hair Color & Style- A cross between champagne and golden. Always cropped short, a habitual cut that stemmed from his time in the military. Any hair that comes past his ears is distressing to him.

Height- 6' 9", 2.0574m.

Clothing Style- Ondolerinde prefers clothing that is loose and comfortable. His occupation as an inventor, tinkerer and engineer has him sitting or standing for long periods of time so its imperative that his clothing isn't heavy or obstructive for optimal work output. His main Apostle uniform can almost be mistaken for pajamas with the soft and lightweight fabric its made out of, coming in a two piece suit or a robe.

The color palette never diverts from the gold, bronze, taupe, pink and creams all around the Clockwork City. Sometimes its almost camouflage and he's easily missed as his appearance mixes in with the background. On the other hand there are times he wears his gold armor and he glimmers like an artificial sun, usually when leaving the Brass Fortress and going out into the countryside.

He's never seen without his utility belt and the army of knick-knacks that come with it.

Best Physical Feature- Many would agree his jaw is his best future, oddly enough. Many of the younger or newer Apostles gawk at the chiseled structure when he's too focused on his projects and when they're alone, Sotha Sil is more than likely rubbing it with his thumb.

∆Layer Two-

Fears:

Very Real Fears- Ondolerinde has a crippling fear of bugs, natural or made. Any creepy critter that skuttles past the Altmer will wreck havoc, have things thrown at them and be subjected to his shrill, girly screams.

That's partially why the Skeevaton is his favorite animal as it hunts down the pesky insects.

Abstract Fears- In essence, he is afraid of failure and disappointing others.

Failures as insignificant as not getting enough to eat or leaving an article of clothing behind in his rush to get dressed to the fundamental avenues in his work. An automaton spontaneously combusting mid experiment, loosing a wrench while repairing, misgiving advice to another Apostle and their work subsequently coming up short. It's often crippling. Leaving Ondolerinde a hyperventilating mess of nerves and worrying warts.

The second fear comes with the territory of failing. Disappointing Sotha Sil is at the crux of his obsession of perfection. The Clockwork God appears to be impartial to all the work done by the cities inhabitants but no one else can sense the heart-wrenching gaze on the failure. Everything has to be perfect, every gear and every circuit.

Guilty Pleasure- Throwing out Nutrient Paste by the vat full, making flower crowns for the Council of Calibration, and spoiling his son rotten.

Biggest Pet Peeve- A messy workplace. The Apostles, both new and experienced, know to keep their desks and stations organized. Ondolerinde does his rounds throughout the Basilica and Hall of Refined Techniques every night, never intentionally searching for objects strewn about but when he does...oh-ho, he goes on a manhunt for whoever left their tools out. Giving the Disciple a well-meaning but stern lecture.

Ambitions for the Future- Migrating the technological advancements into Nirn, hoping the futuristic applied sciences will give Nirn more semblances of peace and prosperity. That and maybe giving Othalos a sibling.

∆Layer Three-

Thoughts:

First Thought Waking Up- Wondering what had woken him up, as he's a deep sleeper.

What They Think About Most- Sotha Sil and Othalos Sothal, his family, his work, what his next project will be and existential crisis if he should fail at anything.

What They Think About Before Bed- Recollecting the days events and his family yet again. He always wants Sotha Sil and Othalos to be the last thing he thinks about before he succumbs to sleep so his dreams will be filled with them. He's a sap like that.

What They Think Their Best Quality Is- His open-mindedness, being raised in a very traditional Altmer home he was raised with certain expectations, everything about him was supposed to be a certain way. From his appearance to his skills and every aspect of his life. He was born to conquer, bred to sire the ultimate leader and do nothing else but think of the future of his people.

As he got older Ondolerinde strayed away, accepting more personal freedom for himself and others. Now he can't think of forcing his views and opinions on others without getting sick, allowing people to be who they are...as long as they aren't harming others.

∆Layer Four-

Either Or:

Single or Group Dates- Single, its hard enough to get Sotha to relent to a date in the first place but planning a rendezvous that consists of multiple is harder than trying not to get barbed by a Venomous Fabricant right out of the incubation tank.

To Be Loved or Respected- To be loved.

Beauty or Brains- Brains. It's what drew him to Sotha Sil in the first place.

Dogs or Cats- Dogs definitely! He's in the process of building a canis fabricant as a companion for himself and Othalos, a little something to brighten up their day and teach Othalos some responsibility.

∆Layer Five-

Do they:

Lie- Occasional white lies, if he thinks it'll spare a person's feelings from the truth.

Believe In Themselves- Wholeheartedly? Oh no. Partially? Maybe occasionally.

Believe In Someone- Yes, multiple someones.

Want Someone- Probably not, he has who he needs.

∆Layer Six-

Have They:

Been on Stage- No unless teaching at a podium counts.

Done Drugs- No, but he thought he did the first night at the Clockwork City. A handful of Apostles thought it would be funny to haze the "new-guy" so he snorted Nutrient Paste in belief it was a common, enhancing drug.

Changed Who They Were to Fit In- Before, yes. Ondolerinde as a child, teenager and young adult did everything in his power to fit in with whatever crowd that were pliable enough to accept him.

∆Layer Seven-

Their Favorite:

Color- Moth Purple.

Animal- Skeevaton.

Book- A Tale of Kieran.

Game- The Dwemer Puzzle Box.

Layer Eight-

Age:

When is their birthday- 30th of Rain's Hand.

How old will they be- As of 2E 583 he'll be 51.

∆Layer Nine-

I...

Love- My husband and son.

Feel- Uncertain, wary yet...excited.

Hide- The overwhelming, crushing weight of being married to a God, keeping the Clockwork City from imploding in on itself while being a father.

Miss- Authentic sunshine.

Wish- That my son will grow up happy and find his own path.

#the elder scrolls #the elder scolls online #elder scrolls #elder scrolls online #elder scrolls oc #tesblr #character questions #altmer #Sotha Sil #Ondolerinde #Othalos Sothal #tes #teso

[queercapwriting]

So potential prompt for the holiday series: just a cheesy hallmarky movie fic. Girl meets girl for some reason they're on opposite sides of a business they have to work together to make Christmas or Chanuka festivities a reality and they end up falling in love. But this time, ITS FINALLY GAY! but that's also a lot so also totally cool if it's disregarded...

“I don’t understand,” Maggie rolled her eyes -- for what felt like the four hundredth time -- at her supervisor Professor M’orzz. “They’re astrophysics. We’re xenobio. Why on Earth - no pun intended, I guess - would we work with them on a stupid holiday party?”

Professor M’orzz sighed, also for what felt like the four hundredth time. “Because, Maggie, the show of unity will be good for the overall science department. Funding and all that. And anyway, it’s as you said: astrophysics and xenobiology. You realize that both departments are dismissed by the entire rest of the department as speculative sciences, right? That should give us some kind of bond, you’d think, no?”

Maggie sighed, knowing when she was caught in a truth. “Yeah. I know. Just. They’re so into... math.”

Professor M’orzz smiled at that. “Well I’m sure you and their representative will have a lot to learn from each other while you plan the department’s holiday party then.”

“And why me, again?”

“You know why. The student doing the most prestigious work in our program, being the face of our holiday party slash fundraiser? We need the money to continue our research, donors love to give around the holidays, and you know it.”

Maggie sighed, heavy and deep and with a slight exaggeration that she knew would aggravate anyone else, but that Professor M’orzz would have affection for.

“Fine. Who am I collaborating with, then?”

She didn’t know that the person she was collaborating with was right down the hall in the astrophysics lab, having the same conversation with their professor. 

“Oh come on, J’onn,” they said, because Alex Danvers was far past formalities. “It’s a cheap ploy for money, and -”

“A cheap ploy for money that will keep this department running, Alex,” J’onn said. “It’ll help pay for that accelerator I know you and Mr. Allen were chatting about earlier this week.”

Alex glared, knowing when they were defeated. “Fine. I’ll meet up with this Sawyer woman then.”

“Good,” J’onn smiled, as Alex set off toward the xenobio program office.

They met each other in the hallway and knew each other instantly, by reputation and, somehow, by instinct.

“Danvers,” Maggie greeted with a slight glare and head tilt.

“Sawyer,” Alex clasped their hands behind their back as though to take shaking hands off the table completely.

“So we’ve got to work together on this stupid party,” Maggie said.

“At least we can agree it’s stupid,” Alex smirked.

“Might be stupid, but I’ve got some ideas.”

"Yeah, xenobio’s all about ideas with no observational data for follow-through,” Alex murmured, forgetting everything J’onn had tried to teach them about diplomacy.

“Well,” Maggie nearly stood on tiptoes to look Alex in the eye, but seemed to think better of it, “getting money for both of our departments with this damn holiday party is well within my no-observational-data’s jurisdiction,” Maggie said, and she had the audacity to smirk along with that infuriatingly sexy - wait, no, just infuriating, right? - little head tilt.

“Your jurisdiction ends where I say it does,” Alex returned, knowing even as they spoke the words that they were being way over the top. But Maggie seemed to like over the top, because her smirk only deepened.

“My lab. Seven pm. We’ll do some planning then, okay?”

Alex blinked, and Maggie seemed to take that as ascent as she turned on her heel. “See you around, Danvers.”

So Alex, flummoxed, had no choice but to head to the xenobio lab at seven that night.

If they were honest, they’d always been enamored of the subject. They were considering doing further graduate work in both astrophysics and xenobio -- the fields were so interlinked that the rivalry made absolutely no sense. But, alas, competition like that had a momentum of its own, and who was Alex to mess with an unstoppable force?

Except Maggie Sawyer seemed to be an immovable object of some kind.

Because by the time Alex showed up, Maggie had an entire whiteboard full of ideas for this stupid holiday party they were supposed to throw, complete with scribbles in the margins about the ways that tardigrades’ capacity for coming back to life after extreme desiccation could be used to help fuel crop growth in arid regions, and tiny, hastily-scrawled notes about how bacteria that survived thermal heat vents in deep oceans could be useful for understanding the origins of... well, of everything. 

It was like she’d been party planning, all Chanukah this and Christmas that, with a strong dose of fundraising everywhere, and then gotten so sidetracked by her own genius that she had to stop and scribble out her ideas before they leaked away, elusive and never to return...

Alex did that kind of thing, constantly, in their own notebooks, on their own whiteboards...

So they walked past Maggie, without so much as a greeting, to squint -- not at her holiday party notes -- but at her scientific ideas.

Maggie didn’t move, but rather watched Alex quietly, as they stared at her ideas, looking for all the world like Alex was scrutinizing her naked body -- because really, they might as well have been.

“You know,” Alex said into the silence after several long, long moments, “if I’m understanding your horrible handwriting correctly --”

“Well this is starting off great --”

“Then if we exchanged some of our data, I think you could help me understand some of what might happen on rogue planets and I might be able to help you engineer some solves on your desiccation-scaling problem.”

Alex finally turned to look at their forced colleague, and Maggie was tilting her head, staring between the whiteboard and Alex. “We would do better sharing data than hating each other, wouldn’t we?”

“That’s what J’onn is always saying.”

“Professor M’orzz, too.”

Alex took a deep sigh, and Maggie gave that infuriating smirk again. “Well, maybe this holiday party’s a start. Planning now, the fun stuff later?” 

There was a sparkle in Maggie’s eye, Alex thought, when she referenced fun stuff, and for a moment -- just a moment -- Alex wondered whether she meant fun science or fun sex. 

Or both.

Or maybe it was all just in Alex’s head.

They really needed to get out of the lab more.

“Come on,” Maggie smirked again, and yep, Alex definitely needed to get out of the lab more, because they definitely should not be finding this xenobio woman attractive. Maggie reached under a desk to pull out to utterly ridiculous-looking hats. 

One was a tall green pointy thing with elf ears on the sides; the other was a floppy red Santa hat. “If we’re gonna plan this damn thing, we might as well get in the spirit. Come on.” Maggie held both hats out to Alex, bobbing her hands up and down to indicate that Alex should pick one.

“Absolutely not,” they crossed their arms over their chest.

“Oh come on. If we have to do this, we should do it right.”

“I’m Jewish,” Alex protested as a last resort, and Maggie tilted her head deeper for a moment before diving back under her desk. 

“A beanie, then. Simple, but wintery. And I’ll be an elf.”

She tugged the elf hat deep over her head, so the fake ears covered her own. Alex couldn’t help but snort and accept the blue beanie Maggie held out.

“Okay. So. Are we going to plan the biggest, most money-making and fun-having holiday party of all time, or what?” Maggie asked.

“If you’re gonna go, go hard,” Alex muttered, a smile creeping onto their face. Because Maggie was mocking the whole thing, even with her enthusiasm, and it was so Alex’s style that they couldn’t help but admire her.

Plus, all those scribbles in the margins...

They stayed in the lab well past midnight, sidetracking every hour or so to get into broader discussions about their fields, their passions, the things they most wanted to discover, the ways they both wanted to use their studies to change the world, the solar system, the galaxy.

Somewhere in between, they also divvied up who would be responsible for venue, food, invites, decorations, music, and the best ways to actually get a solid mix of grad students, professors, and rich alumni in the room.

By the time they agreed to call it a night and head home, neither of them quite thought the holiday party was such a stupid idea after all.

They met a handful more times in between. More logistics and more details. But -- not that either of them would admit it -- more often than not, their meetings became excuses to talk science, to talk to universe.

To talk about Maggie’s father and Alex’s mother, Maggie’s hometown and Alex’s surfing.

To talk about anything and everything under the sun, under the ocean, and above Earth’s sky.

Neither of them noticed, or would admit it.

Until the night of the holiday party neither of them wanted to plan.

Alex wore an elegantly green dress, backless and just this side of tight.

Maggie wore a red suit, white shirt, red tie, slim cut and just this side of swoon-worthy.

They stopped when they saw each other, because usually they were in sweats and glasses and yesterday’s makeup, pen stains on their hands and goggles on top of their heads.

They stopped when they saw each other, because suddenly, all their conversations, all those excuses for meetings... clicked.

“You look beautiful, Sawyer,” Alex breathed, running a hand through the buzzed side of their hair self-consciously.

“And you look handsome, Danvers,” Maggie smirked, but this time it was warm, not sarcastic, and Alex wondered when that transition had happened.

“This uh...” Alex gestured around the room, at the party still being set up around them. “We did good.”

“We did,” Maggie grinned, even as her eyes were glued to Alex’s body.

“Still my jurisdiction, though,” Alex murmured as the two stepped closer to each other. Something about gravitational forces between unstoppable forces and immovable objects.

“Not a chance,” Maggie shook her head as they entered each other’s space, no need for words when they’d both already said so much with their planning, their late nights, their bodies, with their dreams and their scribblings in the margins.

“Merry Christmas, Maggie.”

“Happy Chanukah, Alex.”

They didn’t need any mistletoe to tell them to kiss.

Professor M’orzz and J’onn fist-bumped behind them, because they’d definitely had holiday hopes for the two all along.

#sanvers #sanvers grad school au #sanvers au #sanvers fic #12 days of sanvers and supercorp christmas

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Hellllooooo! Might I request penguin, shachi, and law late at night playing poker only to realize they're all (trying and succeeding to various degrees) to cheat? Thank you very much! Love your writing! Keep up the good work!

Oh my lord! Anon, I have to apologize because this request has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS now. It was such an awesome idea, but I was having so much trouble executing it. Honestly this morning I finally brought it up to my boyfriend and ALL OF A SUDDEN everything clicked, the planets aligned, everything made sense, it was awesome! 😂😂 I know you only asked for Penguin, Shachi, and Law, but I threw a bonus Bepo in there because I love him and also I thought it worked better with all four of them. I really hope you like this, and I hope it’s worth the wait for it (and thank you for the kind words!) Also I went with Texas Hold ‘Em as that’s the one I have experience with lol

Three men and a bear sat around a table, cards in their hands and chips of both plastic and tortilla make set out in front of them. Today was Thursday, and Thursday means Poker Night; a tradition borne out of long, lonely nights when it was just the four of them, long before they found their home on the Polar Tang. Some nights the rest of the crew would join them, pushing every table in the mess hall together to create room, but tonight it was just them, and they were happy to spend the time together.

“I raise you 50, and kitchen duty for a week,” Shachi said, throwing a few chips in the middle of the table.

“So now you want me in the kitchen?” Came Law’s sarcastic reply, raising his eyebrows with a smirk as he leaned back lazily in his chair.

“Good point, 100 then.” Everyone around the table matched the bet, the ‘clack’ of the plastic echoing through the otherwise empty room. Until it came to Bepo’s turn.

“You guys know I don’t have 100!” He huffed, pouting while staring at his cards, and eight of diamonds and a nine of hearts. He glanced to the five cards in the middle; a seven of clubs, three eights, and a king of clubs. Sure he had a “four of a kind”, but eight wasn’t a high value card, and with the way the others were betting he doubted his hand would be as good as theirs. “Urgh, fine! I fold!” he exclaimed, throwing his cards face down in frustration. 

“Aw don’t be like that Bepo, it’s just a game,” Penguin told him, calling Shachi’s raise. 

“Yeah, a game you just happen to always lose. We don’t hold it against you,” Shachi said with a grin as Law followed suit. It was a true enough statement, though it didn’t help the minkman feel any better. “Alright, losers, pay up!” Laying his cards flat, everyone at the table could see he had a two and a queen, both clubs. A flush. 

“Man, how’d you manage to get two flushes in a row?” Penguin asked, laying down his own hand (a seven and a king of hearts). “I thought for sure you were bluffing this hand.” Shachi laughed almost maniacally as he began to pull the chips towards him.

“Not so fast, Shachi-ya,” Law said, laying down his own cards. An eight of diamonds and a two of hearts. “Four of a kind. I’ll take those chips.” Bepo stared at his captain’s cards in confusion, then glanced at his own hand again and gasped loudly.

“Captain! You’re cheating!” He accused, throwing his own hand down to show everyone the proof. To his credit, Law was taken aback by Bepo’s outburst, and appeared chagrined at the scolding the bear would likely give him.

“Captain! How could you?!”

“For shame, Captain!” Penguin and Shachi yelled in unison, pointing at their captain in shock and anger. That is, until a pile of cards slipped from both of their sleeves and onto the floor.

“Wha-?! You’re all cheating?! Again?! Why can’t we have just one game where we all play fair?!”

The three all appeared put out by the outburst. Bepo had never been good at cheating at cards, but that had never stopped the rest of them from doing it anyway. They were pirates, why shouldn’t they cheat? But at the mink’s distraught face, and the knowledge that he mostly always lost because they cheated, Law gave a sigh and pulled his hat low over his eyes.

“Fine, you’re right, Bepo. We won’t cheat this round. Promise.” Shachi and Penguin looked like they were about to protest, but one look from their captain silenced any grumbling, and they nodded their agreement. Bepo looked suspicious for a moment, then nodded happily.

“I’m dealing this time though,” he said, grabbing all the (legitimate) cards and shuffling them. Chips were redistributed and cards were dealt, but unknown to anyone, a third card had fallen onto the bear’s lap during shuffling. By the time he realized, bets were being placed, and the flop was already laid out, showing a ten, jack, and king, all spades. Bepo looked at his hand: a queen of spades and a four of diamonds. So close to a winning hand. 

Next came the turn: a five of diamonds. Utterly useless for Bepo’s hand, and he couldn’t tell anything from his friends’ exceptional poker faces. His paw itched for the card in his lap, but he waited, eager to be the better person in all this cheating nonsense. Besides, he’d never cheated at poker successfully.

After the river (a three of hearts), Bepo couldn’t take it anymore and lowered his hand to his lap to check the unknown card. Anything to win just one hand.

To his delight he turned over an ace of spades. With this he had the hand he needed! He quickly, but subtly, swapped out the four as the bets came back to him, raised now to 500 beli plus engine room duty, and he took a deep breath as he realized he could win.

“I raise you brushing my fur,” he said, much to Shachi and Penguin’s protests, Law just raised an eyebrow at the bet, finding it odd for Bepo to even bring it up as an option. Just how good was his hand? 

The time came for everyone to reveal their cards, beginning with Penguin. His face was smug as he showed his straight, seven through jack. Law went next with two kings for a “three of a kind”, and Shachi laid his two and three of clubs out in despair. Bepo could feel himself shaking with nerves and excitement as he lay out his cards, revealing his “royal flush”. Shachi and Penguin openly gaped, Law sat mostly stoic, but Bepo could see his brows raised in surprise under his hat. The bear sat there beaming with pride, reaching out to rake in his earnings, already daydreaming about the relaxing fur-brushing to come.

“Hey, what’s that?” Penguin asked, pointing at the floor. Bepo froze as he reached down to grab his old card, which had fallen off his lap when he grabbed his chips. 

“Bepo…?” Law asked, sounding very much like a frustrated parent.

“Y-yes, Captain?” 

“YOU CHEATER!!”

And that’s how Bepo found himself being chased around the Polar Tang by three pissed off men, much to the surprise of the rest of their crew members. After that they had a much higher turn out for Poker Night, but cheating was indefinitely banned.

#one piece #trafalgar law #thanks for the ask! #anon asks #one piece scenario #shachi #penguin #bepo #heart pirates #someone wanna play poker? I just learned how haha

[the-kings-tail-fin]

How about a short fic where when Cal is a kid and he's being babysat by Lynda and Strip and while they're both asleep,Cal decides to give Strip a new paint job (bright pink) and when they wake up Lynda is laughing and Strip doesn't know why until he sees himself in the mirror. 😂

I’M WHEEZING. THIS ASK IS BRILLIANT, ANON, BRILLIANT. BLESS YOU.

THIS FIC WENT A LITTLE LONG. ENJOY!

Cal’s parents needed some time off from raising the sweet, but rambunctious toddler, so they decided to go out of town for a few days and drive around the countryside. They dropped Cal off with Strip and Lynda, who at the time had nothing better to do. To say that the kid kept them busy would be an understatement. 

The first day was spent child-proofing the house. They couldn’t figure out how on earth Cal kept getting into the places he was. He tried to climb Strip’s trophy showcase, nearly knocking it over. He then found his way onto the kitchen table and started pretending it was a circle track. Lynda later found him inside a cabinet chowing down on something he most certainly should not have had in his mouth. If they didn’t keep tabs on him at all times, he would be gone in an instant and up to no good.

“Why can’t you just stay in one place?” Lynda asked him, cleaning up a vase he’d accidentally knocked over while zooming around the living room.

Cal responded in garbled toddler-speak. He flashed her that big, innocent smile that melted her heart. She couldn’t be annoyed with him if she wanted to.

“Cal, come ‘ere.” Strip called from the next room, hoping to get the kid’s attention away from his wife long enough for her to clean up the mess. 

Cal immediately whipped into the living room to see what his uncle wanted. Seeing the big, decorated racecar was a treat in and of itself for the kid, even if he had no grasp on why.

“Look at that.” Strip gestured to the TV on the wall across from where he was parked. He had it tuned to RSN to watch the stock truck racing. “You see them? You like racin’, right? Why don’t you park over here next to me and watch this.”

Cal revved his tiny little engine and made vroom noises with his mouth at the same time. He became fixated on the TV, watching the racers go around the track. Strip watched his nephew. Cal would lean to the left every time the pack went around a turn and make noise to supplement it. Strip couldn’t help but smile. Even when the commercials came on, Cal was still in his own little world, making noise like he was out there racing.

Then a Dinoco commercial came on. Strip sighed a little, he didn’t really care to see himself on TV. All Dinoco’s commercials had either clips of him winning races or posing for something. This caught Cal’s attention. He became quiet for the first time all day. Then he reached out with his tire to tap Strip, and pointed towards the TV.

“Ship! Ship!” he repeated enthusiastically. His uncle looked down at him, confused.

“Whatever you’re trying to say, kid, it ain’t makin’ it though the language barrier.” he said, knowing Cal wouldn’t understand him.

“I think he’s tryin’ to say your name.” Lynda interpreted, coming into the room to join them.

Strip looked back down at Cal, who was staring back up at him with wide eyes. Then, the race came back on, and Cal revved his engine, resuming his previous state of pretend-racing. Strip smiled again. If this kid was to become a racer one day, he’d be good. There was no denying it.

“I’m exhausted.” Lynda said, yawning. “It’s only 7:30 and I’m ready for bed.”

“Yeah.” Strip agreed. “Hopefully he will be too, before long.”

An hour later, Lynda tucked Cal in in the guest room across the hall from their bedroom. Cal passed out almost immediately, more worn out than he let on.

“Finally, some quiet.” Strip said as Lynda joined him in their room.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” she replied. "I’m gonna leave the door open, so we can hear if he tries to get up.”

“You mean so you can hear if he tries to get up.”

“Yeah, yeah… You know, you’d sleep through a hurricane if there was no one to wake you up.”

Not twenty minutes later, the little putter of an engine came through the doorway. Cal wedged himself right in between Strip and Lynda, wiggled around a little bit, and went right back to sleep.

The next day was a little more laid back, as Cal grew tired of exploring the house and climbing on things. Lynda kept him busy doing arts and crafts in the kitchen most of the day. At one point, Strip took him out in the back yard and let him pretend he was a racer, going in circles around the yard. Strip used chalk paint to put a 42 on Cal’s side, absolutely making the kid’s day and boosting his confidence (a little too much). Cal ended up crying, somehow stuck in a bush, and so they came back inside. Cal was content painting pictures for his parents the rest of the evening.

They were starting to get the hang of the whole babysitting thing. Again that night, Cal didn’t want to sleep alone, and joined them at some point after he was supposed to be asleep. 

The sunlight came through the window the next morning, waking them up. Lynda was the first to fully awaken. She looked down at Cal, still snoozing away at her side. She saw he had bright pink splatters on his little hood and fenders, and was a bit confused at first. He hadn’t gotten any paint on him yesterday while doing crafts. She looked around the room and saw the can of paint laying open on the floor on the other side of the room. He must have gotten into it last night without her knowing about it, she concluded.

Then she looked over at her husband, and had to bite her lip to keep from busting out in laughter. Strip opened his eyes a little, waking up. Lynda couldn’t contain herself. She started laughing so hard she couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Strip looked at her, confused. Mornings did not typically start out like this for him. Why was she laughing? He looked down at Cal, who was still sleeping like a rock. He blinked a couple times, and Lynda just pointed at him and kept laughing. He rolled forward a little bit and saw the can of paint sitting on the floor. Dread came over him, and he looked in the mirror on the other side of the room.

“Are you kidding me.” he groaned. His entire left side was slathered with messy hot pink paint, from his tires all the way up to his door handle, as high as Cal could reach. Somehow the kid had even got the side of his spoiler and the left half of his hood splattered in the stuff.

Lynda finally gathered herself for a second and took a couple deep breaths. “I can’t take it. I can’t deal with it.” she said, sounding exasperated. 

“You’re laughing now, but you’re the one who’s gonna hafta clean it off.” Strip said, slightly annoyed. “How did he even manage to do this? You were supposed to keep an eye on him!”

“Don’t blame me.” she defended herself, starting to laugh again. “You somehow slept through a three year old giving you a paint job. That’s on you. But don’t worry, I think it’s washable.”

“It better be.” Strip grumbled.

Cal was awake by that point, looking around at his aunt and uncle. He slowly, sleepily rolled across the floor towards them. He only seemed to remember what he’d done the night before when he passed the can of paint. He looked at it and giggled, then looked at his uncle and giggled some more. Strip gave him a disappointed look, but Cal came over to him and snuggled up to his side.

“Ship.” Cal said with a big smile.

“Awww.” Lynda was completely under Cal’s spell. “That’s just adorable.”

Strip sighed, looking down at Cal. The kid was instantly forgiven, if but for nothing else than sheer cuteness. 

Lynda laughed a little again. “Alright, come on now, Cal. We gotta go clean all this paint off before your mama and daddy come back.”

Cal squealed in excitement and followed her out the door. Strip looked at himself one more time in the mirror, and again, couldn’t help but smile a little. That kid was something else. 

#strip weathers #lynda weathers #cal weathers #baby cal

[kylosrehn]

okay but Framework verse and fitz is on a mission or something away from base and time zones suck and calling each other even tho they're like seven hours apart

Hey, you know what we haven’t had in a while? Baby fic. More specifically, 888 words of baby fic. It got away from me a bit, okay. Also on ao3.

Ophelia answers on the second ring.

“Hello?” She asks, voice thick with sleep, casting her gaze towards the alarm clock flashing at her through the darkness. 2:47 AM. She suppresses a groan, leaning over and fumbling with the nightlight switch, squinting against the brightness that envelops the room.

“Ophelia.” Leopold’s voice is tinny on the other end of the phone, distorted by something like jet engines — which, she can only assume, is the Zephyr — but unmistakably familiar.

“Leopold?” She blinks away the tiredness, sitting up in bed, sheets pooling around her hips. “Is something wrong?”

“I wanted to hear the sound of your voice.” Leopold says in lieu of an answer. For a brief moment there’s nothing but the soft whirring of engines, an oddly soothing noise.

“Shit.” He says suddenly and she can almost picture him scrubbing a hand over his face. “Did I wake you?”

“No, no.” Ophelia reassures him quickly and it’s not exactly a lie. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Is everything alright?” Leopold presses, his tone evidently twinged with concern, even through the phone.

“Yeah, just—the baby, you know.” Ophelia shifts her weight from one leg to the other, tucking her phone into the junction between her ear and shoulder.

“How is she?” She catches the hint of a smile in his voice, softer and quieter than before.

“She.” Ophelia scoffs, rolling her eyes at Leopold’s persistence. It’s a funny thing, she thinks, the way he’s adamant that they are having a daughter even though he’s got no evidence to support his claim and every time she asks about it he shrugs and says he “just knows.”

“She is fine. Getting bigger.” Ophelia slides a hand under the swell of her stomach, cradling her bump. “And keeping me up.” She falls silent for a moment, smiling down at her unborn child. The baby nudges her side, kicking out against her ribs, and she lets out a soft laugh.

“I think she misses you.” Ophelia admits and Leopold lets out a drawn out sigh. “I know I do.”

She thinks of vast empty spaces in too-big beds, the way the cold sheets catch on her body and make her shiver — the way she’s been falling asleep alone and waking up alone in a bed that’s made for two. Sometimes she thinks that if it weren’t for the soft periodic kicks beneath her skin, the loneliness would’ve become unbearable.

“Oph, I’m sorry. You know I hate leaving you two.” He grits out. Anger seeps into his tone, low and dangerous and tasting acrid on his tongue. “I’ll be back as soon as we clean up this mess.”

“Don’t worry about it, Leopold.” She says, absentmindedly pressing her fingers against the spot where the baby had kicked, as if to reassure her that her father would be back soon.

“How’s Berlin?” Ophelia asks, padding across the hall and into the kitchen. She grabs a spoon and moves to rummage through the fridge, pleased to find a tub of chocolate ice cream sitting in the freezer. She pops the lid, leaning her elbows on the counter, and starts digging into the frozen chocolate with the spoon.

On the other end of the line, Leopold lets out a low chuckle, swiping a thumb over his brow bone.

“Hard to tell. I haven’t exactly had time to go sightseeing.” A pause, and then, softer: “But we should come here together someday. With her.”

Ophelia hums, licking the back of the spoon.

“Someday.” She agrees quietly.

“Fuck.” Leopold says, stomach churning with regret. “I miss you, Oph. I should be there with you, holding you both. Instead I’m—” There’s a thump on the other end of the line, the dull sound of Leopold’s shoe kicking out at something. “—tying up loose ends.”

“I know.” Ophelia says softly and it’s comforting and sympathetic and he wishes he could press himself against her body, slip his arms around her waist, feel her warm hands on the small of his back. She’s become this warm, solid presence in his life that keeps him grounded. And somehow, she always makes things better.

“Two more days, right?” There’s a brief pause as she hesitates, twirling the spoon against her teeth. “Hey, uh. I have that appointment soon. Are you…Will you—?” She swallows around the words, dipping her head.

“Ophelia.” There’s a tightness in his voice when he speaks. “I’m going to be there. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Nothing is more important to me than the two of you. You know that, right?”

She nods, making a soft noise that sounds like affirmation, before yawning around the spoon in her mouth. A quiet laugh spills from Leopold’s lips on the other end of the line.

“Go back to sleep.” He says. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Ophelia mumbles and he can hear the lilt of tiredness in her voice.

For a lingering moment he says nothing, letting silence stretch in the space between them as he listens to the gentle sound of her breathing. A beat, and then:

“I love you.”

She blinks, lips curving into a sleepy smile.

“I love you too.” Ophelia tells him, a soft parting gesture, before reluctantly ending the call and letting the phone slip from her shoulder and into her palm, leaving her alone in the silence.

#aos fic #*mine: fic #can you believe i wrote fluff #look at these two being soft #i just have a lot of feelings about baby verse okay #don't judge #also my hc is that the is like either some inhuman crap #or quietly getting rid of the likes of malick and other members of the inhuman worshipping faction of hydra #whatever it is it's dark and messy and fitz just wants to be back home with his girls #fitz x ophelia #fraida #inhuman baby au #framework verse #plinys