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“When two individuals find themselves in the flushed quadrant together, they are said to be MATESPRITS.”
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chrisevansonly · 29 days
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The Morning Count
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lando norris x female reader
summary: every morning like clockwork you count the freckles that adorn your boyfriends skin, only this time he catches you in the act.
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: i got inspired from the pic above in today’s quadrant video, and i needed fluff after my last fic failed lol so enjoy <3
The sun was just coming up over Monaco, soft rays filling the room and a still very tired Lando sleeping softly beside you. It wasn’t even 7:15 in the morning yet but you were usually an early riser, the opposite of your boyfriend. The one good thing about being the first up is it gave you time to count all the freckles that adorned his tan skin.
Honestly it was something you’d started to do when Lando first stayed over at your house, and you carried on the little routine even after you’d both moved in together. As you faced him, you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips, your fingers skating across his skin gently. Moving from freckle to freckle, counting in your head.
“What are you doing?”
Pausing you looked up to see an amused smile on Lando’s face, his eyes slightly open as he looked at you
“I’m counting…” you replied softly
“Counting huh?”
“Is it annoying?”
He shook his head, letting out a yawn
“No, not at all…i’ve finally managed to catch you though”
“Catch me doing what?” you knew what he was going to say, but you needed to hear it
“Counting my freckles…you’ve done it since the first night i slept over”
Hearing this your eyes widened slightly, not knowing he’d been aware of your little tradition for that long.
“You’ve known this whole time?”
“Mhm just never caught you till now baby”
Lando took your hands gently and brought them up to his mouth to kiss them gently before pulling you in close and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Even if it was earlier than he liked, he’d never turn down the chance to keep you close and have you in his arms for a little extra before he’d leave for training.
“Well I’m not gonna stop…even if you caught me”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way”
Smiling up at Lando you kissed him once more before settling down on his chest and letting his arms tighten around you. The room fell quiet, only the sounds of the city slowly waking up could be heard, that and now the sounds of Lando’s snores as he’d fallen back to sleep.
Even at the earliest of hours it didn’t take much for him to go back to sleep…in fact the soft touch of your fingertips trialing between his freckles, usually did the trick.
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I See Your Face - LN
Request: could you write a fic where lando’s girlfriend sitting behind the camera while he’s filming something with quadrant or filly/angryginge and they keep teasing lando about his girlfriend / ask questions to make him constantly turn around to look at her shyly and check if she’s okay (kinda like what they did to max and P in that one quadrant spill your guts video)
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Lando loves gaming. It's a secret to no one, especially his girlfriend. However, they're still sort of in the early stages of dating and since she's not really in the public eye, he's still very much careful about her presence in even being mentioned in content he's in. Even if the F1 community figured out less than a month into the relationship that they were dating and had named her to the public.
But today, she's there waiting for him since they have a date arranged and she just wanted to see him doing some Quadrant content.
As a result of his recent interactions with Filly and AngryGinge, it was inevitable that they make content beyond streaming together.
Now she gets it, guys have a certain type of humour that usually consists of borderline bullying each other. But she doesn't expect Lando to get poked about his relationship status.
Obviously it's not a requirement that Lando tell anyone about her being his girlfriend and she walked in late so there was no introductions.
But when Filly questions what type of girl would ever trust an F1 driver in a relationship, she tries to remember it's not personal and it's a joke. Lando does look over at her, hell even Max glances in her direction with a bit of a nervy look.
"I'm loyal." Lando laughs and that seems to set something off with Filly getting hysterical and that seems to set Ginge off with laughter.
Lando almost looks like he's about to actually mention y/n but one silent ask in looking over at her and she shakes her head. If he says something the tone of the video changes and they're just playing with him.
There is more pokes about him as potential boyfriend, his sex life and how he's spending his spare time. Several times he looks at her to make sure she's ok.
"Alright, moving on." Max smiles trying to encouragement the moment.
The video goes on, they ask all sorts of questions and mainly end up laughing as a result of every one of them.
"Lando, this is your question. Do you have any unread messages? And can we read the most recent?"
"I have to check, but...we're cutting this. Baby, can you get my phone?" Lando questions making the whole room atmosphere freeze for a moment as Lando looks at y/n and Max nods in approval of Lando speaking up.
"Baby? Is that her name?" Filly questions seeming almost hopeful as y/n smiles a little awkwardly and moves to hand Lando his phone. "No, we've been roasting you and your girlfriend has been here the whole time?"
"It's fine." Y/n insists shaking her head even if admittedly there's some new insecurities about Lando and herself that she's going to have to tame and reign in after today.
"You sure?" Lando asks softly making her nod and smile but there's definitely something not quite right in her smile earning a frown.
"I'm just hungry." Y/n lies making a reference to their date that's happening after things wrap up here."
"We'll be done soon." Lando promises earning a nod before she moves back.
The last message ends up being one from his mum asking about what he'd be doing while he's back in England. Y/n ends up stepping out when her own phone starts to ring.
But Lando being Lando when the video ends, he moves out with quick goodbyes. Grabbing his stuff and going to find his girlfriend.
"Baby? Are you ok?" Lando asks making her look up at him and smile with a nod before pointing her phone. "Oh, I'll wait."
She eventually gets off the phone and smiles moving Lando but he lack of words gives her away.
"What's wrong?" Lando questions making her shake her head for a moment before he shoots her a look.
"Just...some of the things they said...they were kind of right." Y/n sighs before groaning at herself when Lando's expression turns to a frown. "I know it's stupid and it's just insecurities. I know it's not really a problem."
"Baby, they're just being dickheads. Don't let it make you think anything." Lando sighs shaking his head at her. "I love you...and those boys in there are just trying to make jokes over stupid things and-"
"Lando, I'm not going to break up with you. I know it's stupid to get upset over it, so I'm trying not to. I just...I don't know it's in my head, I'll get over it...I love you too." Y/n smiles softly then running her hand through his hair. "I'm ok. I promise."
Lando definitely doesn't seem all that convinced, and so he spends the next week making sure to prove that he has all intentions for them to be a very long-lasting couple.
He is pretty successful in his actions of reassuring her even after she insisted it was completely unnecessary. There's also a bit of a silent promise that in any future content he creates with others, that any mention of his relationship or his private life in that sense is going to be off the cards.
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f1goat · 9 months
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his masseur x lando norris
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In which you're Lando his best friend and masseur, but your feelings start to cause a bit of trouble.
Requested: yes Warnings: small mentions of sexual content / not proof read
Tuesday - August 2022
“Maybe you can sleep in my bed this time?” Lando asks you. 
You look up surprised. This is new.
“What’s wrong with the guest room?” You ask still surprised.
“Nothing!” Lando quickly exclaims, “but I’m tired but I also don’t want to stop cuddling like this. So I thought we could sleep together.. Maybe?” 
You notice that Lando is rambling now. You smile at him. “That sounds great,” you say with a genuine smile.
Lando leaves his earlier position to get of the couch. You think about what’s happening. Maybe it’s weird for friends to cuddle as much as you and Lando do. Maybe it’s even weirder that you’re going to sleep in the same bed as him. But it’s not like you mind. You have been crushing on Lando forever, so every little thing you can have you take willingly.
Thursday - November 2022
“Happy birthday Lan!”
You kiss him on his cheeks. Lando pulls you even closer to him so the two of you can hug properly. After a bit you release yourself from his hug so you can give him his present. You hand him over the present you carefully wrapped with an orange wrapping paper. You watch how Lando unties the golden ribbons. 
His face lits up when he sees the present. You smile as well from his happy reaction. It’s safe to say he loves the new microphone you got him. It’s themed with everything he likes. The Quadrant logo and colors are covering the stand part, while the mic itself is a bit more McLaren themed. 
“I thought you could use a new one for your streams,” you tell him. 
“You’re amazing!” Lando exclaims enthusiastic. He pulls you closer to himself again. It doesn’t take more then a few seconds before he’s hugging you once again. 
“I love it,” he tells you softly, “You know me the best!”
Sunday - December 2022
“Finally a well deserved break,” Lando says. 
You nod. “You were amazing this season,” you tell him. 
Lando smiles gratefully. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” he tells you even more grateful. 
“Don’t say that,” you say quickly, “It was all you. I’m just massaging you.”
“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando says, “so I might have a tiny surprise to thank you for that.”
“A tiny surprise?” You ask.
“I booked us a hotel here, so we can spend a week together. We can do some fun things! Like exploring the city and go buggy riding in the desert.”
“That’s not a tiny surprise,” you tell him while laughing.
“Oops,” Lando just says.
“Are you thanking everyone on your team like that?” You ask.
“I send the rest a nice thank you card,” Lando replies.
You laugh.
Sunday morning - January 2023
“I can’t wait to spend the whole year with you again,” Lando softly says. The clock just stroke midnight. Lando is sitting next to you on the couch. You’re with friends, but everyone is busy with wishing each other a happy new year. Something you should do as well, but you’re enjoying your small private moment with Lando. 
“Me too Lan,” you say, “and a happy new year to you!”
“Happy new year!” Lando replies happily.
He comes closer to you. You want to press a kiss to his cheek, like you always do with friends while wishing them a happy new year. Lando seems to have the same idea. You don’t know how it happend, but in some way Lando his lips end up on yours.
“Oh fuck,” you say.
It didn’t even last two seconds, but it feels like an eternity. 
“Sorry!” Lando quickly says.
“It doesn’t matter Lan, nothing happened. I’m going to wish the others a happy new year as well.”
Lando watches you when you walk away. He sighs. “Yeah, nothing happened. Just my feelings for you,” he mutters annoyed. 
Thursday night - February 2023
“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando.
“It’s nothing, how was the date?” Lando asks you.
You sigh. “Since I texted you a few hours earlier then we discussed I think you can conclude that it was bad.”
“I don’t get it. Why do you keep going on dates with types like this?” Lando asks you.
“I don’t know either,” you sigh. You think about who you really want. The guy next to you who’s currently driving you home in his McLaren. Lando is silent, he’s thinking about how it shouldn’t feel this way. Every time he picks you up he’s happy that your date didn’t go well. He can’t be like this. His jealousy is rising up way too much recently.
“I think I’m going to stop dating for a while,” you tell Lando after a bit of silence, “Maybe I’m not ready yet,” you add.
Lando can’t stop himself from smiling. It’s insane how relieved he feels suddenly.
Friday night - March 2023
“Would it be weird if we kissed?”
You look up at Lando. Does he even know what he’s asking you right now? It’s not like you can blame him right now. He’s drunk. But still, you let out a small sigh when you think about his question. Yes it would be weird, but you wouldn’t care about that. 
“I kinda want to kiss you,” Lando continues.
Butterflies are all over the place inside of you. You don’t have to check the rear mirror in Lando his car to find out your cheeks are red. You feel flustered. You try to focus on driving, but Lando is making it hard for you. For the second time that evening you remind yourself about Lando his condition. He’s drunk. Carlos and Max texted you before to warn you and when you picked up Lando you quickly noticed it as well. You can’t take his words serious right now, he’s drunk. 
“You’re drunk Lan,” you tell him after doubting for a bit, “but yes, it probably would be weird. We have been friends forever.” You don’t tell him that you don’t mind the weird aspect. You also don’t tell him about your feelings from the last years for him. 
“If you say so,” Lando sighs. 
You hope Lando doesn’t asks questions like this again. Or not like this. He can ask questions like this, but not when he’s drunk and his words are meaningless. 
Saturday morning - March 2023
“Fuck,” Lando grunts, “That was just what I needed.” 
You release a bit off the harsh pressure you used earlier. Slowly you massage further. Since you graduated last year, you’ve become Lando his personal masseuse. You’ve been lucky when McLaren hired you for it. Since then you join Lando and his - and your - team to every race. Meaning you can spend a lot of time with Lando. 
“I thought so,” you tell Lando smilingly.
Lando lets out a soft moan. Something that can give you weird butterflies sometimes, but now you’re getting used to it. It’s just because your massaging him. 
“You seemed pretty drunk last night,” you add.
“Oh god,” Lando grunts, “Please don’t remind me. I have no memories left. Sorry that you needed to pick me up like that.” 
You let out a soft disappointed sigh. You already expected this, but still. It would be nice if Lando remembered what he told you last night. It’s nothing new. Things like this happen way too often. 
“It doesn’t matter Lan, that’s what friends do,” you tell him to comfort him.
“Hm, friends yeah,” Lando sighs. 
“What do you mean?” You ask.
Lando doesn’t really respond anymore. You put a bit more pressure on his abs while massaging him. While you do so you think about multiple weird situations you had with Lando. 
“Maybe we can have a night in tonight? After qualifying,” Lando suggests after a bit. “We can watch some movies or something, whatever you like,” he adds.
“I kinda planned a selfcare night,” you tell Lando, “but maybe we can combine it?” 
“I’m in,” Lando tells you happily. 
“Great!”
Saturday - April 2023
“Y/n, it’s time for my massage.”
You look up surprised. Lando is standing in front of you and Pierre. What is he talking about? You just massaged him earlier. You’re free for the rest of the day. 
“Let’s talk further another time,” Pierre tells you.
You just met him. He seemed nice. Maybe you can finally find some other friends on the grid as well? 
“That sounds great,” you tell Pierre excited. 
You almost start to think that Lando lets out a scoff, but you’re probably wrong. You walk closer to Lando and he takes you with him to his drivers room.
“I already massaged you Lan, what was that about?” You ask him confused.
“I just got a bit of pain in my shoulder,” Lando mutters.
“Okay, can you pull of your shirt?”
When Lando feels your hands on his painless shoulders, he feels happy again. Maybe it was childish, but he didn’t see another way to get you away from Pierre and back to himself.
What’s going on with him?
Wednesday - May 2023
“I think I’m in love with y/n.”
“No shit,” Max sighs, “It took you forever to find out.”
Lando looks at his friend. Was he that transparant?
“So when will you tell her?” Max asks.
“Never!” Lando says quickly. He almost shouts. “What do you think that’ll happen? She doesn’t return my feelings, everything will become awkward and then I will lose her.”
“For fuck sake,” Max sighs, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Max, you have to keep this a secret,” Lando almost begs, “I can’t lose y/n.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
Saturday - June 2023
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Lando moans.
You slowly apply more pressure to his body. Your hands roam around Lando his necks and shoulders carefully. When you come closer to his neck, Lando can’t withhold another soft moan. You start to feel the well known butterflies flatter around in your body.
Lando doesn’t stop. He keeps letting out soft sounds that show you exactly what you’re doing to him. After a bit you notice that you’ll get an even bigger reaction when you massage him on a specific spot close to his neck. You can’t help yourself and don’t stop touching him there. Can it be his sweet spot? You wonder what will happen when you let your lips touch his neck right on that spot. Fuck, you shouldn’t think like this.
“Can you lie down on your back Lan?” You ask a bit later.
Lando shuffles a bit, but he doesn’t move to lie down on his back. You wonder what’s going on. 
“Lan?” You ask.
“Give me a few minutes,” Lando tells you. 
“Is something wrong? You need to tell me if you feel uncomfortable or painful when I do something,” you say.
“No!” Lando quickly replies, “It’s far from wrong.”
You don’t get it at first, but then Lando lies down on his back. You notice the bulge that formed itself in his pants. Lando doesn’t look at you. Something that comes in quite handy right now, because you’re smile isn’t really professional anymore.
Sunday - July 2023
Lando his qualifying at Silverstone went amazing. He got the second place and that as his home race. This is amazing. Currently the two of you are laying on the couch. You’re feeling relaxed while spending time like this with Lando. 
“Maybe I can massage you a bit?” Lando suggests, “Reverse the roles  for once.”
“That seems nice.”
Lando helps you to find a comfortable position on his lap. His hands slowly find your shoulders. He’s quick to apply a bit of pressure on them. You let out a soft sigh of relaxation. It’s been way too long since someone massaged you. That’s the disadvantage of being a masseur, everyone always expects you to massage them and not the other way around. 
“How does this feel?” Lando asks you. 
It feels like his hands are touching you everywhere at once. You haven’t felt this relaxed in a long time. He’s slowly massaging your neck and you can’t stop yourself from letting out a soft moan. 
“Like you should do this more often,” you answer Lando jokingly.
You don’t tell him that you already feel yourself getting wet. Fuck. Why does he have to have such big, strong hands? That also feel insanely good on your body?
***
A few hours and a movie and some YouTube video’s later you’re still laying against Lando. The two of you are cuddled up on the couch in your hotel room. Lando plays with your hair while he focuses on the television in front of him. You can’t seem to focus anymore. Your mind keeps filling up with thoughts about Lando. 
“I’m glad you’re on my team,” Lando tells you suddenly, “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“You’re the one who’s racing this good,” you reply. 
“Yeah, yeah,” Lando says slowly, “but I couldn’t have done any of this without your support. It means the world to me that you’re always here.”
“There’s no place where I would be rather.”
“Promise me you’re in for a long time?” Lando asks you.
Without even thinking about it you stick out your pink. Lando is quick to wrap his own around yours.
“I promise Lan and if you join another team, I’ll do everything I can to join them as well.”
“I’m not going anywhere else if you can’t join me,” Lando says, “If they want me, they get you as well.”
You laugh. 
Sunday - July 2023
You haven’t seen Lando for a while now. The two of you are in some sort of night club with a lot of the other drivers. Earlier today Lando got his second place. His first podium of the season. He even drove a couple laps as race leader. Things were amazing. You haven’t been proud, excited and happy like this for a long time. It feels insanely good. That’s why the both of you wanted to celebrate. 
“Hi!”
You notice that Pierre Gasly is standing in front of you and just greeted you. 
“Hey,” you greet him back.
Pierre and you have know each other for a while now. You can say that you’re friends with each other, but not really close friends. During race weekends you’ll talk with each other, but that’s about it. Still, when you talk to each other it’s nice and comfortable. 
“In the mood to dance?” Pierre asks you. You’re quick to nod. Pierre gives you his hand and takes you with him towards the dance floor. 
When Lando searches for you, he’s surprised to find you on the dance floor. Until he sees with who you are. Fuck. He lets out an annoyed sigh. Why does Pierre always come close to you? Lando thinks about a way to get you away from Pierre, but he can’t figure out something right now.
“Congrats on the podium!” 
Without even realizing it, Lando is hugging with Yuki Tsunoda. He makes a bit of small talk with him, but Lando his eyes never leave you and Pierre. It annoys him that you’re still dancing with him. He needs to figure out a way to get you back to himself.
“Don’t you find them cute together?” Yuki asks him after a while.
Is Yuki talking about you and Pierre as well? Before Lando can say anything, Yuki continues talking.
“Pierre has been planning on taking her out for a while, maybe he’ll finally ask her now,” Yuki tells Lando. 
“He likes her?” Lando asks.
Yuki nods.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Lando mutters annoyed. 
Without a plan he walks towards you and Pierre. When he stands in front of you two, he’s quick to grab your arm. You are quick to look up. You’re surprised to see Lando in front of you. 
“We’re going back to the hotel,” Lando tells you quickly, not knowing any better excuse right now. 
“Why?” You ask surprised.
“I’m not feeling well,” Lando lies. 
He notices the way your facial expressions change. He starts to feel like a terrible person when he sees your concerned face. 
“What’s wrong?” You ask him. 
“I’ll explain in the car,” Lando answers with the lack of a better answer.
“Wait, y/n, before you go, can I ask you something?” Pierre asks you.
Lando his grip on your arm firms. He pulls you with him softly. You look at him, still concerned about his well being. “I really want to go,” Lando tells you. He knows what’s coming next, Pierre is going to ask you out. Fuck. He needs to get you away. 
“Maybe you can text me it?” You suggest to Pierre, “Lando isn’t feeling well, so we’re leaving now.”
“I’ll just ask you later,” Pierre sighs.
When you’re sitting in Lando his car, you notice that the boy is looking a lot better already. His weird facial expressions from earlier are gone, he almost seems relieved now? Maybe he was overwhelmed with all the attention and loud music? 
“What was wrong?” You ask Lando. 
“I uh,” Lando stutters a bit, “uh, I uh, I had a.. a uh, a headache. But it’s already getting better now.”
***
“Sooo,” you let out. You have been waiting for a moment to ask Lando something and maybe now is your chance? 
“So?”
“Why don’t you like Pierre?” You ask him. 
Since you and Pierre have gotten a bit closer, you have noticed Lando his strange behavior against Pierre. He always tries to get you away from him with excuses (?) about more massages. Or he joins your conversation and makes things awkward. What seems on purpose sometimes. 
“You always try to get me away from him,” you add while waiting for Lando his reaction. 
Lando sighs. Maybe he should just tell you everything. But he doesn’t. 
“There’s nothing wrong with Pierre,” Lando replies.
Wednesday - July 2023
“Want to lunch together?” Lando asks you. 
“I’m sorry Lan, Pierre asked me to get lunch together earlier today,” you reply a bit disappointed. If Lando only asked you earlier…
“Oh allright, then I’ll see you later. Right?” Lando asks disappointed.
“Yeah, after lunch I’ll be back,” you reply. 
“Okay, have fun.”
Friday - July 2023
“We’re still on for tonight, right?” Lando asks you. 
“What do you mean?” You ask surprised. 
“It’s Friday!” Lando exclaims loudly, “we always have your self care night on Friday.” 
“Oh fuck,” you whisper. You totally forgot. Or better said, you didn’t know Lando saw it as a weekly thing. “Pierre asked me out for dinner tonight, I’m so sorry Lan,” you explain, “but I can cancel?” 
“You don’t have to,” Lando sighs, “just have fun with Pierre.” 
***
Y/n: uh hi 
Y/n: can u pick me up?
Lando: where?
Y/n: *location*
Lando: where is that? Who lives there?
Y/n: Pierre
Lando: can’t he bring you home
Lando: you seem to be dating him
Lando: not me.
Y/N: please lan
Lando: Omw
***
“Thanks for picking me up,” you tell Lando when you step into his car. 
Lando is quick to notice your sad expression. He wonders what happened inside Pierre his house. When he sees a small tear rolling over your cheek, he knows for sure something happened.
“What’s wrong?” Lando asks you. 
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sigh. 
“Babygirl,” Lando sighs, “What’s going on lately? We barely see each other and now I’m picking you up from Pierre’s while you’re all sad?” 
You let out a small sob. 
“I fucked things up,” you cry out. 
Lando increases his speed, he wants to get home as soon as possible so he can talk to you properly. He puts his free hand on your thigh and slowly draws some figures on it. When you use both of your hands to hold his, he can’t resist a small smile. 
When you’re inside Lando his home, you know Lando still wants answers. He deserves them as well. Together you sit down on his couch. You try to look at Lando, but you can only sob when you do. 
Pierre asked you to be his girlfriend tonight. You told him no. Of course you said no. You thought things between you two were just friendly. And there’s Lando. Maybe if Lando wasn’t here, you would have given Pierre a chance. But he’s here. He’s always on your mind. Even when you tried to forget about him, he’s always present in your thoughts. 
“What happened?” Lando asks you again. 
“I uh,” you stutter, “Pierre uh.. He, he asked me to be his uh.. his girlfriend.” 
“Then why are you crying? Isn’t that what you wanted?” Lando asks confused. His body is heating up. He can’t handle it if you’re officially Pierre’s. 
“I said no,” you state. This time the words come out a bit calmer. 
“Didn’t he accept that?” Lando questions.
You just nod your head this time. When you think back about Pierre his reaction, you shiver. 
“Want to talk about it?” Lando asks you.
“Later,” you suggest. 
Lando opens his arms for you. It doesn’t take you long before you find your comfortable spot back. You lean on his chest. You’ve missed this. 
“I’ve missed you,” you sob.
“I never left,” Lando states, “I just gave you some space with Pierre.” 
“I don’t want space,” you sigh. 
“What do you want?” Lando asks you confused, “I thought you wanted to date Pierre, so it seemed logical to give you a bit of space while figuring things out with him.”
You don’t think about your answer.
“I want you,” you state. 
When the words leave your mouth, you realize the impact of them. Fuck. What did you just do? This is going to be the moment that you’ll lose Lando. You already feel him straighten up, sitting more straight then before. Slowly you seat yourself different as well. Lando looks in your eyes and you can’t look away. 
“That’s a dangerous thing to say,” Lando replies.
“I can’t unsay it I guess,” you sigh, “This is just great. I fucked up something even more important now.” 
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Lando comforts you, “but you need to explain what happened and what you mean.” 
You sigh again. 
“I told Pierre I didn’t want to date him, I thought our ‘dates’ were friendly. Then he got mad. He started to talk about all the money he spend on me,” you explain slowly, “I told him I could pay him back, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I don’t know what happened, but I do know I lost a friend.” 
“And then I started thinking about you. How I blew you off multiple times because Pierre asked me to do something, I was afraid that I lost you as well.” 
“Pierre’s a dick,” Lando scoffs, “and you can’t lose me. No matter how hard you’ll try, you can’t lose me.”
You let out a couple sobs. Lando pulls you closer to himself again. 
“What do you mean with wanting me?” He asks you.
“Fuck Lan,” you sigh, “I’ve been in love with you for like forever.” 
Lando doesn’t know what he just heard. He asks you again. And again. You keep telling him the truth. 
“Fuck,” he says after a while.
“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I knew telling you was a mistake. Please stay my friend.” 
“Max was right,” Lando says.
You look at him, confused by the deeper meaning behind his words.
“I should have told you,” Lando continues, “Then all of this would never have happened.” 
“Told me what?” You ask confused.
“I’m in love with you,” Lando confesses, “I’ve been for the longest time. That’s why I didn’t like all of your dates, including Pierre.”
Saturday - August 2023
“It always turns me on when you massage me,” Lando confesses. 
You laugh softly. 
“Remember than one time you massaged me?” You ask Lando. He’s quick to nod. “We both have that problem.” 
“Maybe I can massage you again tonight?” Lando suggests. 
“That sounds amazing.”
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klineinie · 3 months
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— 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵
⤷ a chase sequence on loop (how luke learns loss and you learn forgiveness ft. hermes) / luke castellan x (gn + child of aristaeus) reader
⤷ wc; 2.7k | angst, grieving someone alive, lin-manuel miranda jumpscare, zero (0) proofreading, jubilee addendum + tracklist : sit - japanese breakfast
⤷ the jubilee recollection ( masterlist )
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♫ — hear my name in your mouth (i’m done for)
Luke has always tried his best to keep his promises. Sometimes they don’t work out. But he made a promise to you, and he’d be damned if he didn’t keep it.
The drachma gleams gilded in the sunset, beams of light catching the coin, quicksilver—the refraction of it sears his eyes for a moment, like staring into the flash of a camera without blinking.
Spots of color seep into the edges of Luke’s vision, bright and psychedelic like the time a Demeter kid had burned weed as an offering. He recalls, briefly, that you’d leaned against him sleepily, warmth pressing into his cold side. It had made his heart skip like pebbles skittering across a lake.
He finds a water fountain, jams the side of his hip against the button and fishes out a flashlight from his pocket. The spray of it wets his shirt dark, a stain like blood.
The drachma catches the light again, the sheen of it reminding him of how your eyes blinker when wet with tears. He presses the coin to his lips, imagines that he’s almost fifteen again, alone on a quest, and you’re telling him—
Didn’t know you were such a flirt, Castellan.
And then he’d respond—
It’s the natural Hermes charm, champ.
The memory curls itself into a ball like the roly-polys that roam the garden of the Demeter cabin, lodging firmly in his throat when he thinks about how you’d gently push them aside when picking leaves for tea. How some would crawl over the peaks of your knuckles and you’d coo at them, gentle.
“Iris,” his voice escapes in a wisp, “Goddess of the Rainbow.”
And then he sees you again, superimposed on the backs of his eyelids when he turns the beam of the flashlight on, remembers the image of your face in the spray of water, how it had gleamed in the rainbow, prismatic. He tosses the drachma in, directs the light to the fountain, and prays when the arch of color appears.
“Please,” and he’s near begging, nose burning with the heat of tears, “accept my offering.”
His shirt grows darker still and his arm cramps the longer he holds up the light. Luke closes his eyes, feels how the sea rocks below the ship, reminisces about kayak racing at the lake in Camp Half-Blood.
( You’d hit him with your oar halfway through the race and fussed over him as Clarisse and Silena darted past your boat with little more than a ripple. The other duo had won, of course, but Luke didn’t mind for once. )
“I,” he manages, and it wavers noticeably, “I’m not sorry for what I did and what I’m going to do. It isn’t what you want to hear me say, but at least that’s the one of the things I can apologize for.
“I know you won’t turn from Camp, so I’m not going to bother trying. But I’m sending this because—” and here he chokes up “—I promised that I’d Iris Message you so that you’d know I’m okay, even if what I’m doing isn’t a quest.”
And there’s no response, but maybe Luke pretends that he can hear the hush of wool slipstreaming between your fingers. Maybe he lets his mind play tricks on him.
“And—I want you to know that I’m alright with not being forgiven, that even though I’ll be punished for this, I’d love you again.” Luke takes a deep, gasping breath, and the rattle of it shivers in his ribs.
“Hate me, forget me, I don’t care. Please—and this is the last thing I’ll ask of you—just stay safe until the storm passes over. I can go on if you don’t love me, but I don’t think I can live if you aren’t.”
His arm wavers, tired from the still position it’s kept; the whole lower quadrant of his shirt is soaked through, the stain of it clinging cold to his skin.
There’s only the sound of the sea around him, but he grasps at it like trying to catch the smoke that curls from the lit end of an incense stick. The hush of it—waves and seafoam and the crest of it against the ship’s hull—reminds him of you.
Everything reminds him of you.
And maybe sometimes he wants to go back. Let the rest of his days flow past him like sand spilling through an hourglass, live with you in the cottage by the strawberry fields, drink tea with honey every morning, fall asleep to the singing of bees, spin yarn and learn to knit sweaters and weave a tale from a loom.
But that thread of fate had already been sliced the moment Luke took Kronos’ hand and pledged the Titan King his allegiance. Still, Luke can only dream.
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♫ — the life that you chose (it kills me)
“No,” you groan in exasperation, “Luke hasn’t contacted me since.”
Clarisse’s gaze narrows in suspicion, and she directs her flashlight into your eyes. “Are you sure? Your pupils shrunk down—Mr. D, is that a sign of lying?”
“Oh yes, of course,” says the camp director, fingers propped up in a steeple. The dimness of the room paints him dark, and the little rays that do peek through the curtains halo the exiled god in a divine light, albeit unflattering due to his garish shirt.
Chiron sighs. “No, it’s because of the flashlight. I think that’s enough, Clarisse, I assure you that I trust my ward to believe that they are not lying.”
“That didn’t work with Castellan,” snipes the daughter of Ares, but she still unravels the rope that ties you to the chair. It falls to the ground in a heap, cords of fiber rippling out in a pool at your feet.
“That’s ’cause no one went up to him and asked if he stole Zeus’ master bolt,” Percy interrupts, voice creaking at the seams with youth. “Plus, he’s the son of Hermes, you think he’d be a bad liar?”
“Oh, shut up, Peter Johnson.”
“It’s Percy Jackson.”
“I don’t care, Parker, just go get me another can.”
You exhale in a long, tired huff, rubbing at your wrists where the rope had chafed over. “Please, can we not do this now?”
Chiron smiles kindly at you, the white bristles of his short beard peering through the dark. “Of course, you are dismissed. I trust you will take proper care of Luke’s belongings?”
And then you hesitate too long with your hand hovering above the doorknob, the sleeve of your jacket rubbing against the worn brass. Luke’s things—the list flashes through your mind.
The feather-soft down of his duvet, the polaroid of him and his mother tucked underneath the springs of his mattress, his little box of trinkets hidden behind a loose panel in the wall, a nightlight hidden beneath his clothes. The sweaters and camp shirts and scarves that’d still hold the fading scent of copper and sandalwood and lye soap.
He left his necklace under the doormat of the Mid-Sized Cottage, right next to the key.
You try your best not to flinch at the static shock that reverberates through your bones when you finally make contact with the knob. You remember, in a daze, that he’d been gone for most of the trip to Mount Olympus, and when he’d come back, your palms had popped with the telltale prick of lightning.
“Um…yea.”
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Your back presses against the low frame of the bed in the cottage, Luke’s camp shirt bunching under the tight grip you have on it. Little damp spots bloom on the fabric, and they dry just as quickly as they came. And it’s a bitter thing, how you’d found it on the Cabin 11 clothesline, the scent blown away by the wind like the spores of a dandelion during its last days.
You shake, a shuddering breath worming its way out of your lungs, and it hurts with the way your sobs encircle your voice in barbed wire, claw at the muscle of your throat, taper out into whimpers when they escape the gritted gate of your teeth. Your chest heaves with the effort to keep air circulating in your system, a vice that ties you to the living world.
And it really does feel like you’re a monster whose essence is being torn apart by Celestial Bronze—losing him piece by piece, the reminders washing away as you struggle to gather them in your arms. It’s futile, as if swimming against a riptide.
You know that eventually, you’ll forget the sound of his voice, how his laughs rumbled like the bass harmony to his favorite song and the way his pulse fluttered when you traced your fingers against the underside of his jaw.
The nail of your thumb loops a pattern on the fabric’s weave when you press it flat against your nose—there’s only the smell of a forest breeze and detergent left in it.
There’s a wind chime hanging by one of the open windows, and the glass shards of it clink together, a tinkling song that itches at your mind.
The sun’s setting rays angle across the strawberry fields and refract through the delicate, clear crystals, prismatic, and a braid of color spills across the room.
Some fragments even warble in the sink, full of water from when you’d been washing leaves to dry for tea. Before you can think better of it, your hand digs into your pocket and a drachma is flung high from your spot by the bed, arching towards the porcelain basin.
The coin dances in the air before dropping under the water’s surface, a muted plop that’s erased by the thunder of your pulse.
“Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow,” you croak, voice warped with grief like the crinkle of wet paper, “please accept my offering.”
You picture him in your mind, the black, oil-slick sneer of his hair, the curl of his mouth like a wound, the arrow-point of his nose and how his irises swirl with an iridescent gold in the sunlight, how they gleam amber, ichor from the veins of a god.
( Or a monster. )
You can hear a spark from the basin, a sputter of divine energy, little droplets of water flitting over the edge. A face rises from over the bowl, peering at you.
It looks like him…somewhat. The man has the same arrow-point of Luke’s nose, the same pout of his lower lip. Deeper-set eyes, the small pull of a hood over them, fuller cheeks. The stubble of a beard winds its way up from his chin.
“Hi,” he says, voice warbling and higher-pitched, a telltale tenor, and your molars almost grind to dust. “Oh, I know I’m not who you’re looking for, but I pulled a favor with Iris.”
“Hermes.”
“Hi,” he repeats again. You resist the urge to ball up Luke’s shirt in a way that’d resemble a basketball and throw it in his face. Maybe even use his old camp necklace as a garrote to really rub salt in the wound. “That’s me.”
“You really have some nerve to show up—”
Hermes raises a finger. “Ah-ah. I came to talk with my favorite in-law about my son.”
“I am not your in-law.”
He shrugs, hums a questioning note. “Close enough.”
The god steps out from the basin, body phasing through porcelain. Molecules—if gods were even made of something so commonly mortal—swirl in a storm before solidifying into a mailman’s uniform. You note that his beat-up sneakers have wings stitched into the sides.
“This is very important,” Hermes continues, and he takes a few strides to join you in leaning against the bed frame. His fingers catch a corner of his son’s shirt, the fabric rolling under the press of his thumb. “I’m asking you to stop trying to contact Luke.”
You scoff, a sneer stitched into your lip. “Afraid I’ll turn too?”
“No,” he says, light, a quick brush of wind against the feathers of a bird, “you’re not the type to leave your friends. But everything that’s happening now will turn the tide of history. Luke must be evil before he can be good, and a prophecy is something that can’t be avoided.”
And you regard Hermes with a sidelong stare, peer into the deep black pool of his pupils, and it feels like the floor’s been dropped out from beneath you. “You knew this entire time and didn’t try stopping it?”
He nods solemn, head bowed down in a mourning posture. “Yes.”
You say, less a question than an accusation, “So you know how this ends.”
“I have an idea.”
Grief is the snake that braids itself between your ribs, constricts your lungs and drowns you beneath the cold gloss of a iced-over sea. “He won’t be safe.”
“We won’t know for sure until we near that event horizon. But Luke needs this. He has to pacify the wrath himself without dependence, because you know that if—”
“—If I help him and I die somewhere along the line, it’ll only get worse.”
“Exactly,” Hermes sighs, a beat of wings against a slipstream of wind. You swallow the boulder cradled in your throat, the weight nodding in your stomach. “We both know I’m not a good father.”
“You’re a shit father. Even my father’s decent, and he’s a minor god,” you spit, but the words hold no poison, only resignation.
The god of thieves chuckles, a wind-chime sort of sound that escapes like fluttering doves, the jingle and latch of a lock’s cogs unhitching. You hate how similar it sounds to Luke’s. “Well, your old man doesn’t guide souls to the underworld.”
The inner lining of your cheek worries between your teeth, tongue rubbing at the dip where your canines had pressed into the soft flesh; your lips are set together, the press of them brutal. “Did you love him? Were you proud of him?”
Hermes smiles, the bitter, bone-white curl of a melon’s rind. “I did, and I still do.”
You sniffle lightly, and Luke’s camp shirt ripples in your grip, the soft ply of it warm with your heat. “You’ll lead him though, right? When the time comes for Luke, you’ll hold his hand and help him move on? He’s so scared of the dark, can’t sleep if there’s no light or someone to comfort him.”
“I know.” And it’s a smear of honey on a gaping dagger-wound, barely a dent in the healing process, but relief nonetheless. “I will.”
And then silence, a small relief from conversation.
“And if the time doesn’t come,” Hermes speaks again, gaze turned toward the open window where the wind chime hangs, and you get the feeling that his eyes are burning with saline, choking with grief, “you’ll be there for him? Make sure he wears a sweater indoors because he always gets cold, guide him through recovering?”
“Yea,” you say in a breath, a lilting note that hangs in the air, the eventual promise of a song, and you trace the seams of Luke’s shirt, think of copper and sandalwood and lye soap. “I get the feeling that I’m on the way to forgiving him, if I haven’t already anyway.”
The god of travelers opens his hand to you, an empty leather cord resting on his palm like a pearl in an oyster’s bed.
“That’s good,” he tells you, and it’s an assurance, a friendly extension of arms to a firm handshake of alliance, “we have something in common, then.”
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post-script; kowtowing on the ground rn, please comment and reblog with tags and talk to me thru inbox, feedback is honestly so priceless and it helped me get this short fic finished while i was back at school!!
luke tags; @melllinaa @amortencjja
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I havent thought about this much but you can tell how well Starfleet is doing by how often their crew is at the bar...
ENT: Exploratory military vessel, alien conflict left and right, people mostly do the communal meals thing and drink alone in their quarters. Sir yes sir.
DISCO: People dealing with ethics and universe ending shit way too fucking often. Things too heavy, usually drinking in their quarters or at a non-federation bar with green people.
SNW: Federation at peace again, just came out of the Klingon war, scanning quasars and shit and loving it. Everyone at the bar all the fucking time, amazing any science shit ever gets done at all. Fucking golden age.
TOS: Mother-fucking Trelane and Romulans and fucking Khan and world ending whale probes and shit all the god-damn time. A whole bottle of Saurian brandy in my fucking quarters like a real man.
TNG: On the one hand I got turned into a blacklight alien last week and didn't even get an apology, on the other we got Whoopie Goldberg making Risan Sunsets and dispensing wisdom down in ten forward... maybe a best of times/worst of times kinda deal?
TNG (Movies): Who's got time for drinking on this goddamn ship... fucking Borg.
DS9: HOLY SHIT THE COMMANDER JUST FUCKING PUNCHED Q AND WE ARE ALL STILL HERE AND NOT TURNED INSIDE OUT! QUARK!!! KEEP EM' COMING AND I'M GONNA NEED A HOLOSUITE CAUSE I NEED TO GET LAID LIKE RIGHT NOW!
VOY: We don't have any room on this ship for a bar, and we get in trouble when we get caught sniffing the organic gel packs running the ship, so we are gonna spend all our free time getting drunk on the holodeck till those mother-fucking programs start questioning their existence.
PIC: Guinan! My girl! You are looking fucking fit! Fuck the wine, pass me the Romulan ale!
LOWDeck: Things are chill again (thank fucking god!) Everyone is back at the bar all the fucking time again, amazing any science shit ever gets done, let's never get into it with dangerous dinosaur aliens from the delta quadrant ever again!
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Rewatching a few scenes from Star Trek Voyager's 2 part episode: Workforce. These episodes really did a number on Janeway; this is one of the times I did wish emotional arcs carried over from one episode to the next.
In the seven years in the Delta Quadrant, nothing has stopped Janeway's quest to bring home her crew back to the Alpha Quadrant.
And in the Delta Quadrant, for Captain Kathryn Janeway, the Voyager is home.
Janeway has faced off against the Borg Queen, the Hirogen, the Vidiians, and Species 8472 but no one has done as much damage to Janeway the way Dr Kadan did a number on Kathryn Janeway.
Because Kadan took away Janeway's certainty.
Kathryn Janeway can traverse any gulf, and jump to any fire as long as she has her iron-clad certainty and belief in her mission intact and that was what Kadan took from Kathryn Janeway.
He accidentally pinpointed the one thing she's been able to repress for so long, and that's her loneliness and how bone tired she is of being in Command.
More than any other Captain, Kathryn Janeway needed a sabbatical. She needed to reconnect with herself, and just be Kathryn.
This is the gift and curse Kadan gave to Kathryn Janeway. Because as plain ol' Kathryn Janeway, a factory worker she was happy, free of responsibility and burdens of Command.
She found friends, love, and comfort in Jaffen (a well-casted romantic lead. The actor had charisma and acting chops to make us believe Janeway Captain or just Kathryn would fall for him).
I don't think Janeway even knew how lonely she's become -- no one needed a long vacation from work than Janeway. I hope that she got that vacation Starfleet put her on the Flag Officer track.
Through the whole two-part episode we see them build up this vivacious and happy version of Kathryn, and then by part 2, the story slowly pulls that away from her.
Just as an example, the look on Kathryn's face when Harry addresed her as "Captain".
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You can see how Harry addressing Kathryn as "Captain" struck a chord in her but it's also like someone threw cold water at her.
Kathryn immediately tells Harry to call her "Kathryn" instead:
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Kathryn tries to still be in denial and tentatively brings up what Chakotay told her: "He said you had proof of who some of us really are."
She's trying to put distance between herself and this reality. She's conflicted-- she doesn't want to be Captain Janeway. There's even a hint of temptation there that she doesn't want to continue on helping her missing friends.
And yet, the moment Voyager and her crew were in trouble some part of herself reacted. And despite what she felt, she proceeded to bring down the shield knowing that doing so would tear her away from the life she's come to love.
This happens fast, once the shield grid is down, Kathryn disappears from Jaffen's side.
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And the next time they see each other again, Kathryn Janeway is Captain Kathryn Janeway again with her uniform and Command back. And they might as well be a million miles away despite being in the same room:
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Janeway allows herself to embrace Jaffen for one last time, and there's tears in her eyes, her grief is palpable. It's the way she's held herself apart from Jaffen, the way her hand twitches like she wants to reach out and touch him but can't.
Not in the uniform she's wearing, not in the position she's in.
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You can see how much her experience in Quarren affected Janeway by the way she enters the Bridge:
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In the turbo lift, she's faced away from the Bridge as if she can't bear being there. She has to steel herself.
Normally Janeway occupies the turbo lift like she owns that space. Because she DOES.
It’s so strange seeing Janeway occupy so little space in her own bridge, even when Voyager was hijacked she never looked out of place or so small.
The moment she steps out Harry, eager Ensign Harry, who missed the events in Quarren and how it might have affected her notices Captain Janeway immediately and announces her arrival.
She looks around at the bridge, still uncertain. Still picking up the pieces of the Captain.
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Even when she sat on her Command chair,Janeway looked uncomfortable and for the first time, Captain Janeway doesn't look like she's larger than life.
She can't help but confide to Chakotay:
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And. There. It. Is.
The biggest moment. Janeway admitted that Quarren felt like home. Even in The 37s, on a planet that's closest to Earth and home Janeway never even considered that home.
In the Delta Quadrant, Voyager is home.
The moment Janeway said this on the rewatch, I was bowled over because this is such a big moment for Janeway. A big thing for her to admit.
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Chakotay asks her if Janeway is sorry he showed up and upended her comfortable life in Quarren?
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There is a second's beat, but the beat tells all the story that needs to be said. Janeway rallies and lies: "Not for a second."
She's saying the right words but, at that moment, so near Quarren, after just losing Jaffen. Janeway says something she doesn't feel.
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Janeway orders Tom to resume the course for home; but after she gives the order, Janeway's face falls.
And it's so damned sad and this, as I said above, is one of the moments I wish they continued this emotional throughline with Janeway.
Kadan did a number on her and I wish we get to see throughout a few episodes Janeway slowly get over the lie and find a measure of happiness.
Instead, season 7 loses its focus on Janeway and bizarrely have an episode with Q Jr and then a lot of focus on the EMH Doctor. It takes several episodes before Janeway gets the focus again, and that's the series finale.
If Voyager were written today, and the writers were allowed, this moment would be the emotional turning point for Janeway. It's the point where Janeway has to find a way home fast otherwise she's heading for a breakdown.
The center will not hold.
It's probably a good thing her future, alternate self decided to save Captain Janeway the heartbreak of a decade more of this life, and losing the people she loves the most.
And it kind of hurts that canonically, we don't know if Janeway was able to take that vacation. And if Janeway was able to get a measure of happiness and love, as I've mentioned after this episode and after Firewall I really don't care who Janeway ends up with anymore as long as Janeway is happy.
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Doing a PhD at the Daystrom Institute, like
You wanted Dr. Maddox to be your advisor, but he disappeared, so you get Dr. Jurati
You find out a few years later that Dr. Jurati murdered Dr. Maddox, but she wasn't criminally responsible, so it's okay. You're okay. It's too late to change advisors now
(She is, however, clearly having a depressive spiral and keeps turning up drunk at your advising sessions over subspace)
(Whatever, just keep your head down; focus on how future hiring committees will react to seeing the words "DAYSTROM INSTITUTE" on your CV)
Except now you need to rewrite your whole "Research Ethics" section because it turns out that there's an intergalactic civilization of godlike machines who will annihilate all organic life in the Milky Way at the drop of a hat if they think that we're mistreating our AIs
It takes two years, and you need to go to Coppelius to do it, but you finally get the rewrites done; you just need Dr. Jurati to sign off on your final draft so you can do your defence; it's going to be alright. "DAYSTROM INSTITUTE", right?
Except it turns out that she's a Borg Queen now (and, due to a time travel accident, apparently has been for the last 400 years? No one can explain it to you in a way that makes sense)
Fuck it. Contact her anyway.
She's very apologetic, but says that she can't sign off on your dissertation because your theory was actually disproven by an alien cyberneticist that she assimilated two hundred years ago in an uncharted region of the Gamma Quadrant
She does, however, offer you a position as "drone"
You're honestly not sure whether this sounds better or worse than staying in grad school
25th century academia is a messed-up scene
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bellezaycafe · 3 months
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Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 5
genre: 2024 Season AU
pairing: Romantic! oc x someone ;) . platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.
warnings: lots swearing, mentions of the accident, stitches, alcohol. mentions of crimes.
context: Dude, if you don't know the context, go read the other parts. Here's the masterlist.
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Five Months Later...
"Are you sure, mate?" Max Fewtrell asked as they stepped into the restaurant.
"Danny said it was the best bet," Lando assured him, shrugging.
"Danny isn't from Melbourne, he's from Perth," Max noted.
"Let's just have dinner, bro. We'll be fine even if we are recognised."
It didn't take long for them to be seated and, as soon as Max realised they weren't going to be waited upon, ordered their meals at the register.
"That's new," Lando commented when they returned to their seats.
"It's a small place," Max replied, observing everyone around them. "The locals seem pretty used to it."
Lando shrugged again and began to talk about upcoming Quadrant content. They had proposed a race with Daniel and Oscar around Melbourne, now that it was the off-season.
"Daniel seemed pretty keen, Oscar -" Lando trailed off.
His mind had gone blank, everything stopped by the memory gripping him.
Her voice.
"Thanks, Damon. Let me know if you need it back," she said to a coworker.
Lando's head snapped up, looking across a staircase to the opposite bar area. There she was, pouring a beer, dark brown hair pulled into a high ponytail and eye crinkled from her smile. She said something to the customer, some old crusty white man and laughed at whatever his response was.
Lando couldn't hear anything Max was saying, couldn't feel him nudge his shoulder.
"It's her," he whispered.
"Love at first sight isn't a thing, Lando," Max joked as he turned around.
"No, dumbass. I- I think it's Sadie." Lando shoved his shoulder.
Max turned back to him, dumbfounded. He had never met Sadie but knew exactly who she was. Throughout his recovery, Lando hadn't shut up about her and what she'd done for him. He'd tried to find her, but two weeks after the accident, she left the UK and no one had been able to find her since.
Lewis had even tried to find her, and was unsuccessful.
"Are you sure, mate? She had a helmet on."
"I just heard her talk. I saw her face at Albert Park. I think- I think it's her."
Her voice echoed in his head; I've got you now.
Keep going, pretty boy.
You're going to be okay.
In the blur of the accident and his trip to hospital, she was what he remembered. Her voice, her reassurance, her warm eyes.
"Mate, you're staring." Max waved a hand in front of Lando's eyes.
"I- Max, I think it's her." Lando repeated.
Their food came, a chicken carbonara from Lando and fish and chips for Max.
"Can I get you anything else?"
Max kicked Lando under the table as he said, "no, thank you," with a smile.
Lando dragged his eyes away from the woman across the room. "Thanks," he muttered.
The older woman smiled, politely said "have a lovely night," and left.
Lando tucked into his food and tried to listen to Max. He couldn't stop glancing, trying to work out if it was Sadie. He needed a closer look at her eyes, her reassuring eyes.
Those deep brown eyes that had said we are okay while she had a piece of his car in her leg.
"Hi there, how's the food?" a server asked. He was tall, and standing between the bar area and their table. His green eyes were watching Lando carefully.
"Great," Max said. "Thank you."
"Actually," Lando said, ignoring another kick from Max. "The barteneder over there, what's her name?"
"Uhh, that is Sadie." The sever said, looking over his shoulder.
Max and Lando shared a look and Lando's hand began to shake. He couldn't place whether it was nerves or anticipation.
"Thank you," Lando murmured, his eyes not leaving Max's face.
The server walked away with a tense smile.
"You sound creepy, you know that right?" Max groaned.
"It's her!" he whisper-yelled.
"You don't know that for sure. Finish your food."
Lando rolled his eyes and stabbed a chip with his fork.
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“Sads.” Damon, tapped her shoulder. “I don’t want to scare you but there’s a guy at a bistro table asking about you. Molly said he’s been looking at you all night.”
Sadie groaned. “Ugh, men. What table?”
“Four.”
She stepped to the side, into and where she could view of table four, and froze.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” She whispered, as if he’d hear her.
Damon pulled her back out of sight. “You know him?”
Shit, she scolded herself. Get yourself out of this one, Sadie.
Sadie hadn’t told anyone from work the real way she had been injured, just that she had been in an accident that weekend.
“Remember how I had to take an extra three weeks off that mid-year annual leave?” she whispered to Damon.
“Yeah, car accident right?”
“Well-“ she drew the word out. “I wasn’t actually in a car. I was hit while trying to get him off the, uh, road.”
Road, not racetrack. Road.
Sadie couldn’t risk Damon figuring out that it had been her in that viral video. The less people that knew, the less people who could tell the media circus where to find her. The less danger she'd be in.
“What?” Damon’s face was scrunched in a frown.
“Ah, it’s hard to explain.” She waved off any further questions. “Can you watch the bar for me? I’m gonna go say hi.”
Damon nodded as Sadie stepped past him, more confidence in her stride than in her heart.
She managed to avoid Lando Norris and his gaze on her way to the kitchen. She thanked Molly, the supervisor, the noticing his behaviour and keeping an eye on him.
That was when she decided to surprise him.
Max Fewtrell, who had sat across from Lando, saw Sadie first.
She shook her head. Let me surprise him, she tried to say.
Max, understanding in his eyes, ignored her.
Lando wore no moonboot or ankle brace. Sadie wondered if the fracture reports were true.
"I see the ankle healed nicely," she quipped. "What about the concussion?"
He spun, almost falling out of his chair, and leapt to his feet. Lando wrapped his arms around Sadie with no hesitation. She was glad the tables nearby were empty.
"Oh shit," he murmured into her ear. "It is you. I was right, it's you."
He'd trapped Sadie's arms by her sides and Max laughed at her awkward attempt to hug Lando back.
He pulled back, but kept his hands on her shoulders, as if she'd vanish if he let go.
Fair enough, she mused silently. I disappeared once, what's to say I won't do it again.
"Mate, what are you doing here?" She asked seriously.
He gestured to the table. "Having dinner, I didn't know you worked here."
"Jesus, of all the coincidences to happen," Sadie muttered under her breath then said a little louder. "I have to get back to work, it was great to see you, mate. I'm glad you've recovered."
"You're tense, why are you tense?" Max observed.
"I want to talk, I want to thank-"
Sadie cut him off. "Not here. My managers don't know exactly how I was injured. No one here does and I'd like to keep it that way."
"No," Lando insisted. "No, you are not disappearing again."
Sadie stopped for a moment, paused to let herself breathe.
"How about this-"
"Last time you said that, we both ended up in hospital," Lando joked with a wide smile.
Sadie returned the humour with a small laugh. She ignored the feeling clutching at her stomach.
"How about this, did you uber or taxi here?
Max nodded as Lando frowned.
"Okay, good. How about I drive you back to where ever it is you're staying and we can talk on the way?"
"And after that?"
Sadie sighed and gave Lando a sad smile. "There can't be an after, mate." She was careful not to use his name, just in case. "It's a long story."
"Will you tell me?" His voice dropped to a volume she didn't know he could use. His head tipped down, eyes boring into hers with too many emotions for Sadie to guess his thoughts.
The sad smile didn't leave her face. "As much as I can, but that isn't a lot. Give me half an hour. It's a quiet night, I'll ask to finish early."
Max reached out and tugged on the back of Lando's shirt.
Let her go, the gesture said. Lando did, releasing her shoulders and shoving his hands into his jeans pockets.
"Okay," he decided, "okay."
Sadie glanced to Max. Thank you, her eyes said.
He smiled gently but Sadie could see the concern in his posture and knew it wasn't concern for her. It was about her.
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Twenty-five minutes later, Sadie grabbed her car keys and pulled her name tag off.
"Thanks again, Katy. I owe you for this."
"No, you don't." the on-duty manager waved a hand. "I was going to let some one go home soon, anyway. Have a good night.
"You too, see you tomorrow!"
Lando, who had struggled to take his eyes off her, noted the conversation and rose.
Max rose with him and put a hand on his shoulder. His back to Sadie, she watched as he whispered something in Lando's ear. Lando nodded with a frown.
"Ready?"
"I'm never ready for anything involving you," Lando quipped.
Sadie couldn't help but snort.
They walked to Sadie's small blue Mitsubishi and she ignored the small glance the boys shared. Damn them and their money.
Lando jumped into the passenger seat before Max could say anything.
"Fuck you, dude," Max joked.
Lando only grinned as he put his seatbelt on.
Sadie didn't smile at their antics. She was too busy considering how to tell them the situation without revealing anything that would put them in danger.
“Here’s the deal.” There was no room for negotiation in her tone. “You can ask questions but I’m only going to tell you want I safely can.”
She glanced at Max in the rear view mirror. He was frowning with suspicion and wariness, which Sadie considered to be a good thing.
“That’s ominous,” Lando noted.
Sadie shrugged and pulled out of the car park. “You’re going to have to navigate as well. The Piastri Family home isn’t public knowledge.”
As Lando pulled out his phone and brought up Google maps, he asked, “why did you stay away?”
“You’re a public figure, so are you, Max. Your lives are full of cameras, videos, articles and media. I can’t be amongst all that.”
"Why not?"
"I'm in a witness protection program."
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actuallyadhd · 5 months
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hello! i just saw your recent post about procrastination as a learned behavior and had a "....oh." moment after doing a bit of research. i thought things would be fixed when i got on meds, and they weren't. i started realizing that the reason i confused executive dysfunction and procrastination was because dysfunction made me start to think "well, i know i'm not going to get this done, so i might as well not try" and i started pushing things to the side. this felt a lot better short term, but it's not sustainable. i'm stressed all the time, and double stressed because i can't figure out how to stop.
i've been trying to figure out a way to get myself to just do things, but i don't know how, and knowing that it's a learned behavior helps me a lot, because now i know it's possible to unlearn it. do you have any advice? thank you.
Sent October 4, 2023
I'm so glad this helped you reframe your procrastination! I know how much it can help to realize that it might be possible to change things that feel impossible to change.
There are a number of different ways to deal with procrastination. I just learned a new method that I'm going to try, called the "Solve-It Grid", that has you categorize the things you need to do based on how they make you feel. What I like about this method is that it emphasizes how much ADHDers rely on how we feel to get us through the day, and it can help us get things done by getting us to consider how we feel and how the tasks will make us feel. The idea is that if we match our tasks to how we feel, things will be easier overall.
I linked above to the article on ADDitude about it, but I actually first heard about it on YouTube, via the channel Minimalist Home (link to video). I've been trying to use the TickTick app on my phone, but I find it really anxiety-inducing to have all these scheduled tasks telling me I didn't do them.
TickTick has an Eisenhower Matrix section, and I'd tried personalizing it using a slightly different method from the usual, but it wasn't quite as helpful as I'd hoped due to the due date issue. So now I've redone it and changed the requirements for each quadrant based on the Solve-It Grid. I'll try to remember to update you on how it's working out. (If you decide to try TickTick and would like help personalizing the Eisenhower Matrix section like I did, let me know and I'll see if I can make a video showing how.)
Several years ago, I read the book The Procrastination Equation, by Piers Steel. It was really good and had lots of interesting information in it. He talks about the different reasons people procrastinate and how to deal with each reason. He never hits on the whole executive dysfunction/ADHD part of it that affects us, but I found that if I applied his methods half the battle was done. As in, the ADHD part was still an issue, but the non-ADHD part was dealt with. Because as much as we all like to pretend that ADHD is the problem, the fact is that we aren't just ADHD. We have lots of other stuff going on in our heads, and those impact our functioning as well. I took loads of notes and am happy to share what I learned in a dedicated post if people are interested. (I thought I might have posted it already but I can't find it, and my notes are on my personal LJ so I can copy them over easy.)
-J
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chemicalunderreaction · 5 months
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dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader dirk <3< reader PLEASE
sure thing!! <3 sorry if this wasn't exactly what you wanted, but i had a lot of fun writing this!!
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alright, let's be clear. dirk strider does *not* hate many things. he dislikes things, of course. he dislikes a lot of things.
but hate? hating things is too emotionally vulnerable for his tastes.
oh, but you?
he can make some exceptions for you.
you are a special, particular kind of pain in his ass.
there's two very different reasons why (i think) dirk would hate someone.
either they, as a person are in entirely direct conflict with him and get on his nerves in a major way - or, they're way too similar to him, and dirk does not like getting a mirror to his own behavior.
so more than likely, you'd fit into one of those two categories. i don't know you, though.
but regardless of what it is, you probably wouldn't have known for a while.
he didn't treat you.. differently? per say?
he was cold and cryptic and strange to everyone.
but with you, it seemed different. everyone told you it was just in your head. that dirk didn't have a problem with you, he was just like that.
but it was not.
dirk took so much pleasure in confusing you, getting one over on you. playing his little mind games.
granted, he is just kind of like that, but it's different. it was a lot more targeted, pointed - it wasn't purely in jest.
but, more importantly, it wasn't onesided.
you were not just a passive actor in this, oh no.
whatever you did, it was equally targeted to get on his nerves as much as possible.
there came a point where both of you, just for the sake of your fucked up little game, knew more about each other than even your mutual best friends did.
you'd torment each other with things, but you'd never bring anyone else into it or tell anyone things only the two of you knew. there was something of a code of honor. a trust fall system.
despite how much you disliked each other, you'd never actually do tangible harm to each other.
you just engaged in a prolonged battle of psychological warfare over your chat client.
eventually, it gets.. bizarrely flirtatious. not in a traditional way, no, but in a way that was still undeniably flirting.
you still hated him. he still hated you.
it continued regardless.
you two never.. officially got into a pitch relationship.
you're both human, after all. how would you know?
however, eventually, you were informed that your relationship with dirk sounded a whole hell of a lot like blackrom.
so, of course, you approach him about it.
neither of you know *enough* about quadrants to really call it.
but all the trolls have just been assuming it anyways, so you just shrug. by now, it's calling it what it is.
you and dirk have the mutual respect necessary for blackrom. and the mutual attraction.
needless to say, you have the "hate" aspect down.
alright, miscellaneous hc time.
he'll offer to teach you how to swordfight. he might only have done it so he could rock your shit, but he'll always patch you up after. and that little smile he gives when you first managed to get him back was pretty genuine.
just enjoys teaching you how to do his stuff in general. he'll tease you about sucking at it, but he'll actually be happy when you make progress. curse his tiny soft spot.
shows up in your house/wherever you live at random. also likes sneaking up on you whenever he sees you. the more you hate it, the more he'll do it.
he'll claim that you're more attracted to him than he is you - but that's a total lie. he's a little pathetic sometimes.
gets very flustered when you're better at him than something. anything. literally anything at all. why, exactly.. good luck getting that out of him.
actually gets genuinely upset if he goes too far with you in any way. it'll mess with him a lot, and he'll apologize profusely.
he cares about you, despite how annoying you are. despite how much he hates you, despite all of it. he cares about you a lot. and, in his own weird way, loves you.
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Jealousy Jealousy // M.A
Warnings: language, mature, smut, nsfw, uprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slightly toxic (if you squint really hard)
Summary: A picture sent to the wrong person opens a can of worms.
Word Count: 2.8k
Authors note: Not beta read or edited, just .. yeah, enjoy
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When you had agreed to share a flat with Marcus, you didn’t exactly think it through properly. You’d been kicked out of your former flat due to renovations and Marcus, being the perfect angel that he was, had offered you one of the spare bedrooms in his luxurious London flat. What you didn’t realize though, was how often he had his other friends over, and how attractive you found the lot of them. You had given up on catching Marcus’ attention a while ago, figuring that if he was interested in you as more than a friend, he would have done something about it by now. With this in mind, you had started an innocent flirt with Max Fewtrell behind his back. Well, innocent might not have been the right word, it was more of a friends with benefits situation. 
You currently found yourself in front of your full length mirror, trying out different poses to see which showed off your assets best, snapping pictures as you went. You were clad in only a pair of black lace knickers and Max’ green Quadrant hoodie that he had left the last time he was over. Choosing a picture where you were on your knees, legs spread and the hoodie hitched up to show off one of your hips, you went to whatsapp and sent it to Max. Or so you thought. See, moving in with Marcus was not the only thing you hadn’t thought all the way through. You had saved Marcus’ number as M💙 and Max’ as M💚.
Not realizing your mistake, you threw your phone on the bed and went over to the bookshelf to find your next read. “Is there a reason you’re sending me pictures of you, halfnaked, in someone else's hoodie?” Marcus’ voice sounded from your doorway. You whipped around to look at him. You still hadn’t put any trousers on, but the hoodie fell below your ass when you were standing. “Sorry?” you asked, feeling your cheeks turning red. “Why are you taking pictures of yourself in a Quadrant hoodie and sending it to me? Are you trying to tell me something?”. He didn’t look angry, but he was definitely annoyed, and you could not for the life of you figure out why. 
“Well obviously it wasn’t meant for you.” you said, retrieving your phone from the bed and checking that you did in fact send it to the wrong person. Shit. “You didn’t answer my question, are you trying to tell me something?” Marcus persisted. “Like what?” you questioned, trying to wriggle free of the question. You really didn’t want to answer. The only reason you were hooking up with Max was because you couldn’t have Marcus, which was shitty towards Max but he knew what he had signed up for. 
“Are you sleeping with Lando?” Marcus asked, closing his eyes for a brief second, like he couldn’t stand the question. You stared at him, “Marcus, I have met Lando twice. And he has a girlfriend?”. “Then why do you have a Quadrant hoodie?” as he asked the question, recognition dawned on his face. “How long?”. The tone of his voice made it clear that he was in no mood for you to lie. “Emh, two months maybe?” you answered, looking down at your feet. It wasn’t like you had done anything wrong, but you still felt the guilt filling you. “Right,” his voice was cold as ice, “I’m leaving. See you after Spa.”. Before you could answer him, he was gone, the front door shutting behind him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. There was no doubt that Marcus was angry, but what he was angry about you had no idea.
Over the next few days you couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that Marcus was genuinely upset with you. He usually texted you updates on how he was feeling and how the different sessions of the weekend had gone, but it had been radio silence from him since he left for Spa.
Drugo: Do you have any idea why Marcus is acting like the whole world is resting on his shoulders? I know there must be more to it than him having a bad race.
You stared blankly at the text for a few moments. Felipe normally called you whenever he needed something, not much of a texter, which meant that he was in a setting where he wanted an answer now, but couldn’t call.
You: Emh, maybe?
Drugo: Well, spit it out.
You: I may accidentally have sent him a picture that was not meant for him right before he left
Drugo: Right.
You: And I might just have been wearing someone's hoodie and underwear?
You were good friends with Felipe, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t hear this story at some point either way. 
Drugo: Please tell me it was Marcus’ hoodie, and he’s just acting like this because he misses you.
You: Did you not catch the part where the picture was not meant for him? And what are you talking about?
Drugo: Are you dating someone?
You: This feels like an interrogation
Drugo: Y/N.
You: No, I am not dating someone. It’s just casual sex. 
Drugo: Who is it?
You: Max.
Drugo: God, you can both be so stupid sometimes.
You: What?
You stared at your phone for a good 10 minutes without a response from Felipe. You feared they might have boarded their flights home before you could get an answer. What was he talking about? Both who? You and Max, or you and Marcus? You almost launched yourself off the sofa as your phone vibrated on the coffee table. 
M💚: Right so, I don’t really know how to tell you this so I’m just gonna say it. When we started hooking up I knew you did it to get over Marcus, but what I didn’t tell you is that I also knew that Marcus had a thing for you. I know I should have told you, and I am sorry I didn’t. I just wanted you for myself, even when I knew that you and Marcus both liked each other. I am really sorry. I hope you two figure things out, and that we can still be friends.
You felt like you had been hit over the head with a saucepan. Was this some sort of alternate universe? Even if you wanted to be angry with Max for withholding this information, it wasn’t really his to share, so you couldn’t find it in you to be mad. However, this information opened a whole can of worms. Marcus had a thing for you? For how long? Did he still have a thing for you? Was this why he was so mad?
Deciding to take a leap of faith, you got up from the couch and went to Marcus’ room. You found one of his HiTech t-shirts laying on the bed, clearly worn but not dirty. Shedding your own clothes, you pulled it on and got onto his bed. The smell of him lingered in the sheets, and you felt a pang of longing surging through you. Snapping a picture of yourself, you made sure it was clear where you were and what you were wearing before sending it to Marcus. And then you waited.
“You know, there are easier ways for you to get my attention.” Marcus’ voice roused you from the nap you apparently decided to take. When had you fallen asleep? “Marcus?” you asked, slowly blinking your eyes open and sitting up against the headboard. He was standing beside the bed, looking amused. “Is there a reason you are halfnaked in my bed?” he asked, a teasing tone to his voice. “I think you know” you answered, blushing as you looked away from him. The bed dipped as he sat down, a soft hand on your cheek, turning your face back to look at him.
“I need you to tell me all of it, and then I will tell you everything.” he said, looking straight into your eyes. You didn’t hesitate, this was your only chance to get things off your chest. “I’ve had a crush on you pretty much since we met, but it didn’t seem like you were interested. And it’d been so long since someone had touched me and shown me any kind of interest, so when Max offered a casual hookup I thought why not,” you took a breath, “he knew from the beginning that I liked you, so he knew it was never more than sex.”. It was impossible to read Marcus’ face, but you could see some sort of emotion swirling in his eyes.
“The first time I saw you in the paddock, I told Clem that you were my future,” he started. You could feel tears prickling behind your eyes, “It was a running joke between Clem, Max and Felipe because it took me so long to have the courage to talk to you. I think the whole grid knew about my crush on you. And then rumors started that you were taking a sabbatical from motorsports, and I couldn’t let you leave without knowing you. So I took a chance, and obviously my flirting needs work, because I thought I had been obvious with my intentions for years.” he took a deep breath, and you could feel the tears running down your face. 
“I thought I was making progress when you moved in here, you loosened up somewhat. Then you sent me that picture, and I could actually feel my heart shatter in my chest. What bugged me the most was that I hadn’t noticed?” He looked a little uncertain. “We agreed to keep it on the down low,” you said, voice thick with emotion. Marcus nodded. “Anyways, it doesn’t really matter now. Felipe told me to get my head out of my ass, then he sent a very furious text to Max. And I didn’t even know he knew how to text.” you let out a little laugh through your tears. “But you are here, in my bed, and in my t-shirt so I guess that means that you do feel the same.” he said, looking from his hands to your face. 
Instead of answering, you surged forward and pressed your lips to his. Marcus’ hands immediately reached for you, holding you close to him as he kissed you back. Breaking the kiss to catch you breath, you said “we are both so stupid.”. Marcus let out a laugh at that. “Stupid in love?” he asked, a smile on his lips. “Obviously.” you answered, “Who knew you were the jealous type?”. He pulled back a little, leveling you with a look that was wholly unamused. “You have not seen jealous yet.” he said, kissing you with a newfound determination. It felt like your entire body was set on fire as his hands roamed over your body. 
“I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing,” he breathed, peppering kisses down your neck. “Less talking, more kissing” you said, pulling him back up to your lips by his hair. The groan he let out sendt a surge of electricity through you. “As good as you look in my t-shirt, I think I’d like to claim you in other ways,” Marcus said as he pulled back once again, grabbing the hem of the shirt you were wearing, slowly peeling it off you. Another groan left him as he fixed his eyes on you, now only sat in your knickers in his bed. “You are wearing too many clothes,” you said, pulling at his hoodie. The speed in which he got rid of his clothes was probably some sort of record. 
Marcus grabbed hold of your ankles, yanking you down the bed so you were flat on your back. The next second he was crawling up the bed, slotting himself between your legs as he claimed your lips again. You would never grow tired of the feeling of his lips against yours. Slowly grinding against you, your frustration with the last two pieces of clothes remaining grew. “Marcus please.” you whined, finding it hard to put together a coherent sentence. “What do you want, baby?” he asked, grinding his hips harder against yours. “I need you to touch me, please,” you weren’t normally one for begging, but it seemed like your brain was not working. 
Sliding his hand towards the apex of your thighs, he let his thumb ghost over your clit. Your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, chasing the friction his hand and his hips were creating. Taking pity on you, he moved enough to get both your underwear off as he moved down the bed. Before you could react, his tongue swiped at your slit, flicking over your clit. A loud moan left you, hands taking purchase in his hair. Going at it like a man starved, it didn’t take long before you were on edge, just missing that last push. Seeming to read your mind, he pushed two fingers into you, curling them just right. “Fuck, Marcus, please,” your voice sounded high pitched and breathy. A chant of his name left you as he pushed you over the edge.
As you came down, you could feel Marcus searching for something in his bedside table. When he suddenly froze, you opened your eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked, feeling slightly on edge with how rigid he was. “Emh, this is sort of embarrassing.” he said, not really looking at you. “Marcus, what is it?” you asked again, leaning up on your elbows. “My condoms are expired.” he said, a bright blush spreading over his cheeks. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “Why are your condoms expired?” you asked, a smile obvious in your voice. Dropping his head on your chest, he mumbled a response to your boobs. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” you said with a laugh. “I said, it’s been a while since I slept with someone.” he answered, still not looking at you.
Cupping his cheek, you turned his face to look at you. “We don’t need one. I am on the pill, and I have never slept with anyone without a condom before,” you said, trying to soothe him, “but if you really want to use one, I have some in my bedroom.”. His face went from fond at the first part of your sentence, to annoyed at the last part. “You’re willing to let me fuck you without a condom, but noone else?” he said, suddenly looking smug. The rate his emotions changed was giving you whiplash. “Yes?” it came out as more of a question than it was meant to. “So what you are saying is that I am better than anyone else?” The smug look on his face made you want to take back everything you had said. 
“Do you want to fuck me or not? Cuz I have a hookup on speed dial that can get me off.” you said in an attempt of wiping the look off his face. It worked. “Let me tell you something baby,” he said in that low voice you loved so much, “nobody will ever be able to make you feel the way I do.”. He was back between your legs before you had a chance to wrap your head around what he had just said. “Nobody will ever fuck you the way I can,” he continued, pushing inside you without a warning. There were no words to describe the way he was filling you. An obscene moan left you, nails digging into his back as he started moving. 
As he pushed one of your knees to your chest, and angled his hips in the perfect way, he kept hitting that sweet, sweet spot inside you with every thrust. “You think Max can fuck you like this?” he whispered in your ear. “No,” you moaned back. “What was that?” he asked, more power in his hips at the next thrust. “No Marcus, nobody can fuck me like you do. Please” you said, on the edge of oblivion. “I can feel you pulsating around me baby,” he groaned, “come for me.”.  That was all it took for the tight band in your abdomen to snap. “Fuck,” Marcus moaned as you came, following you over the edge.
“Your bedroom is officially the office,” Marcus said as he rolled off you, pulling you onto his chest. “Oh really?” you asked, clearly amused. “Yes. We have wasted too much time.” he stated as a matter-of-factly. With his hand drawing random patterns and the feeling of bliss surrounding you, you fell into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in the man you loved.
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brandedfool · 9 months
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Notes from the Deathworld Earth: Act III (1239 words)
A little bonus chapter for you all. Thank you all for being awesome and sticking with me and this story.
"Aren't you tired?" Isa asked Theresa.
Theresa looked up from the debris she was tearing apart. Her hands were sore from gripping the crowbar, and sweat was collecting under her suit. She was the only one still cracking apart metal, looking for valuable computing components and hidden trinkets. All the Lorak had stopped hours ago, and the rest of the humans were busy trying to track down their next payday.
"Sure I am," Theresa said between gasps.
Isa wiggled her antennae in confusion. "Then why don't you stop?"
"Because I can't," Theresa said. "We're not done yet." 
She put the crowbar in a seam on the metal, then picked up a hammer and whacked the end of it. The metal shrieked, and Theresa pushed. The seam split, and the wires in the metal were exposed.
"And here I told myself I would never be one of those people who stole copper wire for a living," Teresa said.
"It's not stealing if no one owns it anymore," A Lorak pointed out, unhelpfully.
Theresa just nodded in acknowledgement so he wouldn't get offended and went back to work. Isa started pulling the wires out of the split metal.
They cleared the rest of the salvage in two hours. By then, Theresa had blisters despite the gloves and the calluses, and the Lorak were sore and hungry.
Back on the main deck Quick Sliver, which was still scooping up more debris from the ship they were deconstructing, Shishab, Carlos, and Markus were waiting for her. She knew it was serious the second she walked in and saw the two men waiting by the cabin door.
"What's up?" She asked.
"The Canteron are closing in on Earth," Markus said.
“Shit,” Theresa said. She threw her work gloves onto the control console and put an arm on Shishab’s chair to lean against. She fanned her face with the other one. “When did we find out?”
“An hour ago,” Markus said. “The peace keepers are broadcasting their location. We just now figured out where their bearing is pointed.”
“How long will it take them?” Theresa felt Shishab shift in his chair and looked at him. He was usually fine with people touching his mobility chair and leaning on it, especially Theresa, but things changed day to day. He was just reaching for the ship’s controls to reposition its clamps closer to the debris field, and a moment later, he settled himself against her side.
“Two months,” Shishab said, “at the most. They will need to stop and refuel, and that may take a day. We’ll have a better sense of when they’ll arrive then.”
“That’s so soon,” Theresa murmured.
“What are we going to do?” Markus asked.
“Are we going to do anything?” Carlos added.
“Why are you asking me?” Theresa said.
“Because you’ve made all the decisions about the Canteron,” Carlos said, “and you care the most about how it goes with them.”
Theresa turned to the display screen and pulled up the information about the movement of the Canteron war fleet. They were being tracked by what seemed like a hundred different organizations, and the galactic library was publicizing all of it. The whole quadrant of the galaxy was angry about the fleet of warships passing through, even though they weren’t attacking anyone else, and no one really owned the space between stars systems. No one owned anything out there. Not even the ships they’d purchased for good money back planet-side. Hence the very healthy pirate economy feasting on the corpses of unfortunate ships that met bad fates out in the no-mans-land between stars. And sometimes helped them on their way, if they felt like they had something to prove.
The Library was also continuing to publish reports and updates from their researchers on Earth. They had last updated their on-board database three days ago when refueling, and there were all sorts of new documents available. Theresa pulled up the specs on the Canteron war fleet.
“Well?” Carlos prompted. “What do you think?” 
“Chill out,” Theresa said, “I’m still reading up on what kind of engines they have.”
“So?”
“So I want to know how long we have to argue about what to do.” She stood up from the console. Her arms and legs felt weak from dismantling steel all morning. “Captain, we might be leaving your ship soon—”
“No,” Shishab cut her off, “if you decide you want to go fight the Canteron, the Quick Sliver will go with you."
"Thank you," Theresa said, keeping a straight face despite the shock she was feeling.
Shishab clicked his antennae again. "Chasing Canteron War ships around the Galaxy has been profitable so far," he deflected. Theresa was almost certain there was more to it than that, but she wasn’t going to push the issue.
 “So are we going home?” Markus asked.
Theresa thought about Earth. There was always a chance the Canteron would blow the whole planet up, or drop nuclear bombs on its surface. If she had been the general of their war fleet, that’s what she would have done to Earth. She never would have given humanity the opportunity to get off its surface.
And if that’s what the Canteron were going to do, the only defense that could possibly be mounted was in the space between planets in the solar system. But there wasn’t a fleet of human warships waiting to spring on the Canteron. In fact, they probably didn’t have any advanced spacecraft on Earth at all. They hadn’t when Theresa had left Earth three years ago, and three years wasn’t nearly long enough to develop a home-grown faster-than-light engine.
After so many years yearning for space travel, it was horrifying that so few humans had made it off Earth in the last decade. But, then again, Earth was their home. It was difficult to leave the only planet you had ever known, and even harder when you had to board an alien spacecraft from one very specific location in Nevada, United States of America, to do it. The US was a notoriously hostile and prickly country if you were an outsider. And it wasn’t really surprising how few aliens had actually visited Earth when the only spaceport was in the middle of a desert. 
So there was no way humans were going to be able to mount a defense in Earth’s Orbit except with remote-controlled missiles. Which might get the job done, but might not.
No, the only way to make absolutely certain that humanity wasn’t snuffed out on Earth was to chase down the Canteron and decimate their army. Again. And hope that they had some back up doing it.
“We should fight the Canteron,” Theresa decided.
“Hell yes!” Markus exclaimed, “I’m going to tell the others.” He headed out the door.  
"Can't say I'm surprised," Carlos said, "but can I ask why?"
"Because if we don't do it, nobody else is going to," Theresa said. "And if no one does anything, then Earth probably isn't going to survive."
"It is possible we won't get there in time," Shishab said.
The thought made her flinch, but Theresa just shrugged, "then we will have some fantastic salvaging opportunities. And we can draw straws to see who has to repopulate the Galaxy with who.",
Carlos made a face at her, "let's not do that."
"Let's not," Theresa agreed. "We'd better hope that we make it to Earth before the Canteron."
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I’ve never requested anything before so sorry if this doesn’t make any sense but like lando is at the gym or just out of the house and while hes away we start streaming on his account blah blah we play something and we he comes home he doesnt know your streaming and he comes up to us and wraps his hand round our neck to kiss us and everyone freaks out and we’re shocked (do anthing from this point) thank you so much if you take this request totally okay if you dont
Such Public Affection - LN
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Lando having stuff to do with Quadrant, he does sometimes tell y/n she cane come because he is so easily distracted by her and it works against the productivity.
She takes it as a compliment of her effect on him and just finds other things to do. Though her physical distance isn't enough to stop him calling her every other hour to check in and messaging her between that. The man is clingy to say the least, but she'd never claim to be mad about it.
"Alright, everyone...so I finally figured out how to go live on Lando's set up. I've literally never done this before but I have played on Lando's set up before even though he prefers to be here incase I break something...which has happened before. He does actually let me use all this...stuff, it's just sometimes I don't know what I'm doing. Umm...so let's play something. What should I play chat?" Y/n asks as she flicks between the choice of the games. "I'm thinking...sims. I love sims. I've got a family on here. Lando and I have 17 kids, 12 cats and 4 dogs. Also like 5 ponds of fish."
She ends up spending two hours showing everyone the excessively large Sim family. Telling everyone about the children, pets and showing how she likes to use cheats for extra money and become impossibly rich.
"See...I think we need another room, but like I don't know where-I'll just build a whole new floor." Y/n beams, bright as she nods going ahead with her idea.
Now y/n hasn't actually been thinking to read the chat, because she covered it with a Spotify tab after deciding it was too quiet and she needed music for it.
So she doesn't hear her boyfriend's return and when he walks in, he doesn't assume she's live-streaming. Because she doesn't know how to live stream and there's no chat or evidence to suggest she is.
He moves up behind her snaking his hand around to take a hold of her neck and force her head to tilt back, silencing her with a long, fairly hot kiss that she for certain was not expecting in the slightest. But with a gently squeeze of her throat, he rubs his thumb over her drumming pulse point.
"Hello baby. How's the kids?" Lando jokes while she looks at him still looking shocked and almost apologetic. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I'm live." Y/n whispers as if it's going to rewind him from being so shamelessly affectionate towards his girlfriend.
"You're live?" Lando frowns making her nod and laugh nervously before clicking to bring the chat that has frozen in the frenzy of too many people trying to comment too quickly.
Lando suddenly turns clicking a few things and turning back to her.
"You're not anymore." He states simply since it's not something he wants to deal with today. "Come on, time to smother you in cuddles and just relax. That photoshoot for the new Quadrant line was tiring."
"But-"
"We can deal with it later." Lando assures her then bending down and picking her up, hiking her legs up around his waist before carrying her to the bedroom and lying down on the bed with her underneath it him.
"Sorry."
"Don't, y/n. I kissed you and you didn't see it coming. I'm sure all the assholes who chase after you are going to say I don't treat you right, but I don't care." Lando grumbles feeling her run her hands back through his hair.
"You treat me very well and we both know it. That's why you put your hand around my neck." Y/n laughs lightly before sighing and reaching for her phone from her pocket. "Oh wow, family and friends are sending me messages about it-oh and people are suspecting you're dismembering my body because you looked super pissed off when you ended the stream."
"Oh yeah, a fit of rage." Lando hums sarcastically while she grins at him and he turns his head to look up at her. "Did you have fun playing sims?"
"Yeah, we had two more babies."
"Wow, 19 kids? Maybe we should finally get to work on making that happen."
"You're hilarious. Actually so funny." Y/n comments with a snort gently pushing his head to the side.
"Mmm...maybe 19 is too many, they make tv shows." Lando nods while she mirrors his actions in agreement. "You looked like you were about to cry after I kissed you. I thought you were upset about it."
"No. I just knew it had been captured for like a few thousand people and you like keeping the kisses away from public eyes." Y/n sighs making him frown.
"Because people make such a big deal about it." Lando frowns then smiling lightly. "I like having you to myself."
"I know you do, that's why I felt bad. Because you didn't even know."
"It's fine." Lando dismisses then shoving himself up her body and catching her in another kiss and in a quick move, he rolls them over so she's on top of him. "I love you."
"I love you too. A lot...which is why the sim versions of us always have unprotected sex and a boat load of kids. One more and we could have enough till fill every seat in the F1 grid." Y/n gasps in excitement. "We'll get them go karts!"
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merci-bitch · 2 months
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please write those headcanons for Janeway!
Sure thing ! A bit long whoops
Not my gif!
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- Janeway is a very gentle lover
- This whole situation between the two of you happened after she got the letter from Mark, saying he’d moved on and married someone else
- It was no secret you were one of Janeway’s favourite crew members
- She was very protective of you
- You were one of the youngest, but older than Harry onboard
- After an away mission that left you injured with a few bruised ribs, Janeway was a little too worried
- The first to notice was Tom
- He mentioned it to B’Elanna. And she started seeing it as well
- Well, Tom, B’Elanna, and few more started making little theories
- Pairing the two of you together
- Later on, even Chakotay joined in
- Kathryn was very against any thoughts like that
- Chakotay told her about the “rumours”
- She was shocked, but not as surprised as she thought she’d be
- She started keeping her distance from you
- It was wrong
- She realised that she cared very deeply for you
- Perhaps more than she should
- You didn’t really understand what was happening, but respected her distance
- She was your captain after all
- It wasn’t until B’Elanna asked you how the captain was with a wink in her eye
- So you went to the captain and talked
- It caused a little stir between the two of you
- Eventually it calmed down, but she still kept her distance from you
- Slowly she started apologising for herself and how inappropriate it was
- You started spending time together again
- She was still a little distance, her feelings for you still a little tumbly
- It was eventually Chakotay who pushed her towards you with reassurance
- But it was small at first
- She told you she cared deeply for you
- So it kinda built from there
- Slow and gentle
- You started spending more time together, dinners and hours in the holodeck
- Kathryn is very much for physical affection in private
- A hand stroking your cheek, a shoulder squeeze, a kiss on the cheek, a side hug, you name it
- She misses it too, after so long in the delta quadrant
- She’s very fun outside her “captaincy”
- She still holds her distance on the job and refuses any viable PDA, she’s still the captain
- Loves neck kisses
- She loves cuddling
- A MASSIVE TEASE AND FLIRT
- Honestly
- So many smirks and looks
- It’s insane
- Her voice is already low and growly, but when she lowers it even further??
- Oh boy
- You’re done for it
- It later comes out that the two of you are involved
- No one was really surprised, and none had anything against it, much to Kathryn’s relief
- She’s so protective and loving it’s just so <3
- She doesn’t treat you any different
- Perhaps shes a bit harsher with you, because she still wants to maintain those different qualities
- She’s still your captain
- HUGE DOG LOVER
- She misses her beautiful girl at home
- You’re her rock
- Specially when something rough happens and the crew becomes one man shorter
- It takes a pull on her
- During the void she shut you out, much like Chakotay, but still wanted you close
- After the darkness she slowly comes back, with your help of course
- Many people see the captain as a happier person with you
- But she’s still the same old captain
- Kathryn reads a lot of books
- She often says it’s literature, but sometimes it might actually be erotic love stories
- Purely innocent of course
- When she’s about to lose a game in the holodeck, she pulls rank
- Something to notice when she’s upset or angry is that she tends to mumble to herself. Perhaps stress clean her quarters. You find it amusing sometimes to watch
- But don’t get on her bad side
- When she’s angry, she’s scary
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THERE’S LITERALLY NO RIDOC FICS AND I THINK THAT’S CRIMINAL! So thank you for being an absolute legend and taking requests for him 🙏🙏
I was thinking what about a Ridoc x reader who is Dain’s little sister but she’s the completely opposite of him. A Weasly twin style prankster who thinks rules are just suggestions. I’d love to see the shenanigans she and Ridoc get up too while also trying to keep their relationship a secret from Dain bc we all know he would freak out
Fourth wing pranksters
Word count: 834 Pairing: Ridoc x Aetos!reader A/N: I saw this request and was immediately inspired. They're head canons, I hope you don't mind nonnie.
Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
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One thing was crystal clear
Under no circumstance can Dain find out about you and Ridoc
It’s bad enough that his sweet darling little sister would start dating a guy
But Ridoc?! 
The guy who’s known to be the best prankster in the entire quadrant?
Hell to the fucking no
It’s bad enough that you don’t follow the rules, no matter how much Dain and your father try
You don’t need someone to enable you and join in your behavior
Not as a classmate or as a friend and certainly not as your boyfriend
But if you play it smart, he won’t easily find out
He’s too busy drooling 🤤 over Violet, glaring daggers 😡 at Daddy Xaden 🥵 and being a stuck up rule follower
He’s literally Percy Weasley 🧑🏻‍🦰 since we’re talking about HP references
There was a silly tradition in Fourth Wing that when it’s someone's birthday🎉, they bring a snack🧁 to Battle brief
And it just so happens that Dain’s birthday was the next day
The day before his birthday, he had roped you into helping him make your grandmother's famous caramel apples
He told you that he needed your help last minute of course, so you didn’t have an excuse ready😑
The perfect opportunity for a prank, if you say so yourself🤫
When you and Dain were finally done, you wished him a happy early birthday and told him that you were going to study for a bit with Violet.
He knew that Violet was still pissed at him for reading her memories without permission, but he never expected that his sweet fragile Violet would insure that there would be retaliation
*Cue evil laughter*😈
Dain of course insisted to walk you to Violet's room, to make sure you were safe, he claimed, definitely not to maybe see Violet🤡
You walked into Violets room (or rather, Violet pulled you through the wards that 💪🏻overprotective 🥵Daddy Xaden installed)
You used your signet to see through the wall and waited until you saw Dain walk away
The second he was gone, you slipped out of Violet’s room and into Ridoc’s, who was already dead asleep😴
You climbed on top of him and settled in his lap
Of course, he’s a horny bastard and had other activity ideas🥵
You promised him whatever he wanted after he helped you🤭
He was 100% in after you explained your plan, as if he wasn’t already after your spicy promise😏
You two sneaked into the kitchens
You two went to make another batch of ‘caramel apples’ but oh no😱! there are no apples left😥!
Guess you two have to use the onions…😈
While you started making your grandmother’s caramel sauce, he went to peel the onions
It was one hell of a job to get it done before battle brief, especially since your promise didn’t do anything to lessen Ridoc’s horniness
There were a lot of steamy kisses and inappropriate touches🤤
But Ridoc’s ice signet 🥶 came in handy when the ‘apples’ were done and they had to be cool enough so that it seemed that they had cooled down during the night
You two sneaked the actual caramel apples 🍎 into your room to snack on later
Then you went to battle brief
Once you two were seated with your squad, Dain came in with the tasty onions🧅
He handed them out to professor Kaori, professor Devera and, to your slight horror, even to major Varrish
When Dain handed them out to your squad, you quickly warned them not to eat them🙊
The whole time, you and Ridoc had trouble to keep from bursting out in laughter🤣
Professor Kaori had just started battle brief, everyone’s apple temporarily forgotten in favor of taking notes, when major Varrish suddenly leaped from his chair with an angry shout🤬
Pieces of onion falling from his mouth🤮
Ridoc’s hand squeezed your inner thigh, as if that would keep him from bursting out in laughter
Varrish demanded to know who did it
Of course Dain was his first suspect, but professor Kaori pointed out that it was not something Dain would do😯
Everyone checked their own apples and found onions under the thick layer of caramel
Bodhi subtly suggested that one of the first years could have a signet that can change objects, which would make sense, since the first years had only just bonded their dragons, so they have no control over their signet🙄
And thus, Varrish’s rage turned on the first years
He ordered everyone to leave, except the first years and Dain
You shot your horrified brother a (hopefully) comforting look 😬
As soon as your squad was out of the room, Ridoc grabbed your hand
In his other hand, he held his onion and he was busy licking the caramel from the vegetable🤢
Sawyer laughed that he was disgusting, Violet was satisfied with her small petty revenge and Rhiannon was shaking her her head while mumbling how she was stuck with idiots
Ridoc gave your friends an innocent wave, before dragging you off to fulfill that promise that you made.🥵
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