#round up 37

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #37 (May 31st Part 2)

The current round has ended! Stay tuned for more news on the next round!

Can you tell me how you and pops met? by Laevateinn Square filled: Adopted square - AU: Werewolves/Vampires Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Slice of Life, werewolves au, Though whether it is canon adjacent or modern AU is up to you Summary: On that cold winter night, Bucky was sitting at the head of his daughter’s bed, the pup clad in her fluffiest nightclothes, halfway curled on his lap. It was storytime, and he had no idea what to read to her. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Silver Screens, Silver Dreams by Metalbvcky Square filled: N4 - AU: Pornstar Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Light Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Age Difference Major tags: Modern AU, Pornstar AU, Filming, Sex Worker Bucky, Pornstar Steve Summary: Bucky gets an opportunity to film a scene with his boyfriend, also famous pornstar, Steve when another star cancels at the last minute. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

The Monster Under The Bed by Sivan325 Square filled: B5 - AU: Soulmates Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - High School, 3+1 Things, silly fic, Fluff Summary: Soulmate au where anything you leave under your bed will appear under your soulmate's bed. Reaching your hands into the dark space beneath your bed will cause them to appear beneath your soulmate's bed. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Looting the Baron's Treasures by Dogsled Square filled: B1 - Concubine Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Concubine Bucky Barnes, Past Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo (implied), Protective Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Protective Steve Rogers Summary: As the siege breaks and the battle wanes, Steve finds himself in Baron Zemo's quarters, where two people are hiding from the bloodlust beyond their curtains. Steve has a choice to make. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Behind The Lens by smutconnoisseur Square filled: B3 - Kink: Lingerie Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Lingerie, Photography, Seduction, Shrinkyclinks Summary: Bucky has been in the modeling world a while, and when taking the opportunity for his first risqué shoot with an admired photographer, he can’t resist. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Night Fury by Dogsled Square filled: N1 - "Your work has been a gift to mankind" Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, PTSD, night terrors, sleep paralysis Major tags: existential crisis, nightmares, hurt/comfort, parenthood, guilt Summary: Bucky doesn't sleep well. Sometimes things from the past come back to haunt him. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

The Playbook by Dogsled Square filled: B2 - Enemies to Lovers Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: percieved homophobia, bullying, steve is a little punk, bisexual bucky barnes, college AU Summary: Steve Rogers is a little punk and Bucky has had enough of it. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Water's Warm by Dogsled Square filled: G2 - Kink: Hot Tub Sex Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: hot tub sex, pwp without porn, thor is not stupid, avengers family, never have I ever Summary: It takes a while to snag a little privacy after the party. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Picnic on the Moon by Dosgled Square filled: I3 - Space Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: homesickness, picnics, fluff, established relationship, IN SPACE! Summary: MCU Bucky is the Man on the Wall, and he takes Steve on a little adventure in space. Sad vibes! Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Leap of Faith by Dogsled Square filled: N3 - Free Space (but also my adoptable: Drunken Hookup) Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Semi-Public Sex, First time blow job, Alley blow job, Goodbyes, drunkenness Summary: Bucky is leaving in the morning, and Steve can't let him go without making one last desperate leap of faith. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Parsnips by Dogsled Square filled: G3 - Steve coming out of the ice wrong Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Briefly mentions HTP (but Steve is mistaken) Major tags: Sexual Dysfunction, PWP without Porn, First Time, Rimming, Wakanda Summary: Steve has a terrible secret, and he's not sure how well Bucky's going to take it. (Please note: Brief HTP mentions but Steve is mistaken, mostly.) Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Carry Me Home by Dogsled Square filled: O3 - Secret Injury Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Mistaken MCD (by himself) Major tags: Sleepy Kisses, Near Death Experiences, Gunshot Wound, Canon Compliant, Post-Battle of Azzano Summary: Bucky is shot during the prison escape (in The First Avenger). When he realizes on the march home, he has to decide whether or not to tell Steve. (Canon compliant! Not MCD!) Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Giggles by Dogsled Square filled: B4 - Tickling Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, light breathplay Major tags: tickling, consensual kink, oral sex, light bondage, established relationship Summary: Bucky teaches Steve about one of his kinks, and while at first Steve's not sure if he likes it... Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 4 #round up 37 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

[jeysuso]

Jey Uso (and Tamina Snuka) - Behind the scenes of Wrestlemania 39. 

#jey uso #wweedit #wrestlemania 39 #i just think he's adorable. #he's 37 years old so ten straight years older than me but he is ADORABLE #so annoying i hate him #his face lights up when tamina is around it makes me die #also he looks like that gif of that mouse just eating #if you know you know but he is literally that gif it's sending me #the way she 😒 when he hugs her is so funny #i know the video is going round but i just wanted the gifs on my blog tbh #esp the one of him eating idk why it's so cute but it is #jeysuso #mygifs*

[kwistowee]

Happy (belated) birthday!!! :)

Hey, belated birthday wishes mean a prolonged birthday! Thank you, Monica! ♥️

#37 rounds up to 40; 40 rounds up to 80; oh my gosh i'm gonna die soon #i jest #thank you #another trip around the sun #asks #replies

[therosiestofrubys]

Character select currently sorta nice and rounded shaped again until the other characters for this patch getting added later fucks that up again

#MUGEN #DC #Marvel #Darkstalkers #Street Fighter #Capcom #Tsukihime #Melty Blood #once again not tagging everyone individually here we're up to like 37 characters now #Also yeah I know Arc's still sticking out at the bottom like a jagged edge #That'll get rounded out when I finally get around to adding another melty char (probably ciel next) in like 5 years or whatever

[rockthistowninsideout]

49,3 percent of voting from, what, about 200 - 400 people?

And 49.7 percent from about 8 billion people?

That strikes me more than just a little unbalanced.

#esc #eurovision #i calculated with 5 to 10 people in one jury with 37 countries having juries and rounded up

[pseudowho]

Grandpapamin

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

When Nanami Kento becomes a grandfather...

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Kento thought the happiest day of his life was when he became a father...but then, his baby had a baby.

It was like love...squared.

He and you dutifully took care of your daughter's house while she was in labour. Kento pruned the plants, and baked, and paced, and paced, and paced.

While Kento knew in his heart his daughter was being well cared-for, he felt stunningly unable to protect her while she went through the biggest day of her life.

In the night, you woke, and your hand brushed out across the sheets for Kento...only to find him not there.

You creep through the house, and find him sat in the armchair by lamplight, his eyes glistening with tears as he goes through an old box, full of photographs of his baby, little onesies, a handprint in clay, a decoration she made at school, her first drawings and handwriting.

You sit with him, in front of the fire, warm and reminiscent, of those long-short years when your babies were babies.

"...she'll be alright?" He worries aloud.

"She'll be more than alright. She'll be amazing," you reassure, kissing his greying temples, stroking crow's feet.

You lead him back to bed, his hand dry, like soft warm leather, and you hold each other with the earnest familiarity of an aged love.

When Kento's phone rings at 7:37 in the morning, a time he never forgets, he is out of bed with a lithe hop, answering, desperate for news.

A sweet, swooping joy, an excited wake-up, an embrace and relief; his grandchild is born, and everyone is safe.

Kento has a grandson; his daughter is resplendent, pink-cheeked, exhausted and proud. Kento holds her close, shedding tears into her hair as she cradles his new grandson; "I'm so proud of you, darling. I always have been. You deserve him."

He drives his daughter and her partner home, knowing they are exhausted.

Kento and you never overstay your welcome; you ensure the new family is comfortable, give kisses and hasty reassurances that you are both just a phone call away, and go home.

Kento cannot stop jiggling his leg in delight on the way home. He is imagining all the wonderful things he wants to do with his new grandson.

Kento calls everyone-- Gojo, Yuuji, Ino, Higuruma. Everyone is delighted. Everyone secretly wants him to be their grandfather.

It is only when Kento and you have gone, that your partner opens the freezer-- "Oh my god!" They exclaim, laughing, "I think your dad has cooked enough to last us a month!" Kento has, obviously. He believes in being organised.

Kento spends the next few years of his life being a thoroughly naughty responsible grandfather.

Visiting Grandpapamin? Oh, only the finest will do.

While Kento always plans wonderful meals with you, his daughter turns her back for just one minute, and returns to find her son with a treat in his hand.

Kento pleads ignorance as he slides the biscuit tin back into the cupboard, a glint in his eye.

Wickedly good at hide and seek. Teaches his grandson all the tricks.

Takes his grandson down to the river, Kento in some waders, his grandson in shorts and rubber boots up to his knees, with little nets, glass jars on strings.

Kento has a reference book for everything; birds, fish, flowers, trees...he and his grandson catch minnows, his grandson splashing, holding his little round cheeks in joy.

Kento thinks his heart might burst, retaliating playfully when his grandson splashes him, giggling.

Kento's grandson is well-versed on the flora and fauna by the little river, by the time he is a grown man. All he wanted to inherit from his grandfather was the old reference books they pored over together.

His grandson inherits Kento's Cursed-sight too, a truth which Kento feels deeply responsible for, as he did when it passed down to his daughter. He fears for his grandson and the terrifying visions he will see in the world.

One day, you catch Kento teaching himself little magic tricks. He curses as he gets tangled in long colourful handkerchiefs; you laugh and blush as he pulls garish flowers out of his sleeve for you. He shows them to his grandson like he has known how to do magic his whole life.

After long sunny days in the garden and by the river, you often find Kento asleep with his snoozing grandson drooling on his chest. You take a photo, every single time, put a blanket over them and leave them in peace.

Kento, who tucks you under his arm on the sofa when they've all gone home, your evenings as intimate as they have always been.

Kento would rather his daughter didn't spend all of her hard-earned money on daycare. Instead, Grandpapamin arrives at her house at 7:30am sharp, ready to babysit ahead of the workday.

The days are silly, wholesome. Tears and tantrums are swiftly, calmly de-escalated. Kento can and will persuade and bribe at mealtimes.

Kento who is just disappointed when his grandson behaves badly-- and that is so much worse than angry.

Kento who takes such good care of his and your health, determined to spend as many healthy years with his family as possible. His old scars ache and creak though; he longs for the sun and sea.

The next year, his grandson is big enough to carry Kento's birthday cake to him, and Kento grumbles, pink-eared as he mulishly accepts a chorus of "Happy birthday". There is an envelope with the cake.

"What's this?" He grumbles again, shooting his daughter a chastising look, "I told you you didn't have to get me anything." She smiles at him, lovely brown eyes twinkling. Kento looks inside-- tickets. Flight tickets. He looks up in surprise, eyebrows raised.

"Kuantan?" He presses, excited despite his earlier chastisement.

"I thought we could all go. Together."

Though his blade hangs up on the wall, proud and displayed, at your insistence, Kento feels like he has been bestowed with the luck of the gods, to have dodged every bullet to get here.

His old scarred burns tingle and prickle, his eyepatch is old and worn, but his grandchildren never feared him; he is just Grandpapamin. He bakes. He takes them to the river. He teaches them how to whittle. He gives the best advice. He wears the softest cardigans.

Kento, who spends the golden years of his life with you, his world, the one who hung the stars.

#jjk #kento nanami #jjk nanami #kento nanami x you #nanami fluff #kento nanami x y/n #jujustu kaisen #kento nanami x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you

[room-surprise]

How to Calculate the Comparative Ages of the Dungeon Meshi Races

(EDIT: I've made a follow-up post to this one here that has more evidence showing how the age ratios work.)

I've seen this topic come up again and again in various fandom spaces, so I figured why not make a post about it!

First thing's first: There is a little bit of inconsistency between the manga itself and the world guide, so obviously take all of the following information with a grain of salt.

(The average lifespan number doesn't really impact this in any way, I just wanted to include the information. Also I fucked up this chart originally and had the division and multiplication symbols swapped because I'm an idiot.)

The way you get these numbers is you take the other ages, and either divide them by 16 (our baseline for adulthood), or divide 16 by the smaller number.

Examples:

16 ÷ 1.1428571429 = 13.9~ (Rounded up, that's 14)

80 ÷ 5 = 16

So using this, Chilchuck, a half-foot that is 29 years old is roughly equivalent to a tall-man that is 33 years old. He had his first child at 13 btw.

Senshi, a dwarf that is 112, is the equivalent of a tall-man 45 year old.

Namari, a dwarf that is 61, is the equivalent of a 24/25 year old tall-man.

Kuro, an 18 year old kobold, is the equivalent of a 22 year old tall-man.

Mithrun, an elf that's 185, is the equivalent of a 37 year old tall-man.

Pattadol, an elf that's 82, is roughly 16/17, so she is an adult at her first job!

Go forth and enjoy!

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #chilchuck #mithrun #senshi of izganda #namari #pattadol #my stuff #theories

[soraavalon]

DM: We come back to the top of the turn, I believe it is Tark's turn to spin the wheel, I believe?

Hunt (OOC): *nods* Yep.

DM: The end of the round I should say.

Tark: *rolls* A 7.

DM: 7. That is Tricks for Treats.

Hunt (OOC/IC?): *low* Fuck!

DM: The wheel spins to a set of scales with a heart on each of the scales. So where are we, *looks at notes* Oh yeah! *explains Tricks for Treats for our new audience member*

Eudora: Eudora gives a long, very audible, drawn out sigh.

Hunt: *mic not picking up* Hunt [something] walking away.

DM: We begin with Nathaniel as The Knave walks over to you.

Knave of Hearts: Well welcome back Bysmark, since you didn't get a chance last time I can see the frustration brewing on your face, you had a lot of restraint in that battle so I'm going as you what it's going to take for you to stab one of your fellow competitors?

Nathaniel: Define 'stab'.

Knave of Hearts: Take a blade and put it into their flesh.

Hunt (OOC): *miming 'throw it to the audience'*

Marigold (OOC): [in chat] THE Frog

Knave of Hearts: And we can barter, of course, which competitor to prize. Because, sorry about this Mr. Greenwillow, but the frog's life does seem quite cheap to you all.

Nathaniel (OOC): I'm trying to think 'cause I have full spell slots and I'm doing fine on health and I don't know what to ask for, that's the only thing. I was not prepared for this.

DM: It's alright.

Nathaniel: I'll take knowledge if you have it.

Knave of Hearts: Knowledge of what?

Nathaniel: Where on the Prime Material Plane is Nicholas Price is?

Tark (OOC): oh shit

DM: Oooh.

Jeremiah (OOC): Ohh!

DM: Does the Knave have that knowledge is the real question.

Nathaniel (OOC): That is the real question.

DM: Hmm.

Jeremiah (OOC): All you gotta do is narrow it down to a set of woods where there is both pot and a potter.

Nathaniel (OOC): Shut. Up. You. Or you're going to be the one stabbed.

-looking up spells to track people-

Knave of Hearts: I don't know who that is, I assume they're important to you. If you... I'll tell you what, if you stab two of your fellow competitors, I will give you the ability to scry and you can find them, just once, but...

DM: He produces, it's very Jareth from Labyrinth, this pink crystal.

Knave of Hearts: One time you can look through this and see them wherever they are, but you have to make it count.

Nathaniel: I have to make it count.

Knave of Hearts: Mm-hmm.

Eudora (OOC): [in chat] Just fyi, Eudora's looking pretty healthy and probs has the most max hp as well.

Tark (OOC): [in chat] OH SHIT

Knave of Hearts: Or if anyone wants to outbid Bysmark.

Nathaniel (OOC): I had another thought that's going to get me killed.

Jeremiah: *raises hand*

DM: He looks to Jeremiah.

Audience whomst (OOC): Flex or die.

Jeremiah (OOC): I am going to start bidding on everything now. If for no other reason than to prevent unionizing to the audience.

Tark (OOC): I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill him. Gonna kill this frog.

#D&D mischief #Relni campaign #Relni Recap #Relni Chapter 37 #during this round my mic decided to disconnect from my computer #but didn't tell me #thankfully Crow caught that my mic wasn't picking me up and gave me time to reset everything

[stuckybingo]

Stucky Bingo Round-Up #37 (May 22nd - 27th)

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when it's cold, you pull me closer by lavenderbucky Square filled: I3 - AU: Shrinkyclinks Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Cuddling & Snuggling, Domestic Fluff, Cosiness, Softe & Warme Summary: Steve comes home after a chilly morning to his boyfriend, who's more than happy to share their bed and his body heat to warm him up. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Names by freedvmrouge Square filled: G1 - Magical Creatures Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Dehumanization Major tags: Alternative Universe - Fantasy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Angel Steve Rogers, Non-serum Steve Rogers/Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes Summary: The Asset, failing in his standard elimination mission due to unforeseen circumstances, became baffled on what to do next. Finding kinship with a not-so-Fallen Angel certainly wasn’t what it expected, neither was their journey to self-conception. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Something’s Starting Right Now - Chapter 2 by PoliZ Square filled: N3 - FREE Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, reference to past torture Major tags: AU Merpeople, Captivity, Shipwreck, Alternating POV, arranged marriage Summary: Chapter 2 Summary: Steve’s return to the sea in search of the merman he freed from captivity was a foolish endeavor, so he seeks solace in his memories. It turns out to perhaps not have been so foolish after all. Overall Summary: For the good of his clan, Clint is marrying a man he never met. He wasn't too thrilled about it -- that is, until he met James. Their relationship gets more complicated when Clint is confronted with an element of James' past. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

A Stolen Moment by PoliZ Square filled: Adopted Square Feb - AU: Incubi/Succubi Ao3 rating: Mature Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Sex under false pretenses Major tags: First Person POV, Outsider POV, Wartime, Implied Sexual Content, poetry + prose Summary: I feel the pull of a lonely soul, a soldier who is barely more than a boy and very, very far from home. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission Four: Pour Some Sugar - Part 1 by PoliZ Square filled: N5 - Sugar Daddy Ao3 rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Sex Worker Major tags: Sex Worker!Bucky, Secret Identities, Sugar Daddy, Steve Rogers is a Virgin, oral sex, Summary: Steve invites Bucky to meet him in New York for the weekend; they meet and after a lovely date, head to the bedroom. Format: Part of a multichapter fic

Three little letters by Laevateinn Square filled: G5 - Letters Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Eurovision, Musician AU, Ireland, Romania, meet cute Summary: Steve was nervous. It wasn’t the fault of the competition. No, that… he didn’t mind much. He had already won by being chosen back home. No, what was making him nervous, was another contestant. Format: Moodboard

None by Diamante-chan Square filled: O1 - "I don't know if I'm worth all this" Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Self doubts Major tags: Established relationship, domesticity, marriage, pet, kid Summary: Bucky and Steve have been together for a while and they're about to move onto the next steps of their life: a home for their own, marriage, pets and kids. But Bucky can't help but wonder if he really deserve any of that. Thankfully Steve is there to remind him that he deserves all the love and joy there is in the world and more. Format: Art

Bucky Barnes, ER Regular by Ribbonsflying Square filled: I4 - AU: Medical Setting Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply, hospital setting, non-graphic mention of injuries, sutures Major tags: comedy, doctor Steve, doctor Sam, injured Bucky, frienemies Sam and Bucky Summary: A very accident prone Bucky Barnes has ended up in the ER with Dr. Wilson and Dr. Rogers again. It's a regular occurrence. Nobody takes any of it seriously at this point. Format: Medium oneshot (1000 - 5000 words)

Last Confession by freedvmrouge Square filled: N1 - “Until the end of the line.” Ao3 rating: Teen Warnings: No archive warnings apply, Implied/Referenced Suicide (basically Project Rebirth) Major tags: Established Relationship, Letters, Goodbyes Summary: The letter Steve writes to Bucky the night before his Project Rebirth’s procedure. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

Crush by grandmacore Square filled: N1 - James "Rhodey" Rhodes Ao3 rating: General audiences Warnings: No archive warnings apply Major tags: Fluff, Getting Together, Established Stucky, Steve/Bucky/Rhodey Summary: Steve and Bucky have a crush. Format: Short oneshot (300 - 1000 words)

#stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 3 #round up 37 #weekly round up #don't forget to fill out the submission form

[felixandresims]

Let me introduce you to CHATEAU Part 2, a 37-item set for your Chateaus entrance and hallways.

An area that I was always longing to have more items for was a 'grand foyer'. I simply wanted to have proper french stairs but was too afraid of trying out creating them. I pulled myself together and made the stairs plus additional pieces such as curved landings and suitable french fence and railing pieces. Now that I made stone stairs, in the future I will also create a wooden one, the possibilities are endless :D.

Another Area I haven't touched for quite some time is proper historical pieces, but a chateau set can't live without them. I sat down and created a Lous XV console table as a full and quarter version ( actually I found a console table at Hotel de la Marine in Paris and had to recreate it with a twist and incorporated a Plumbob) and a Rococo Mirror inspired by an original from Athena Calderone's apartment. The Mirror comes in three height options. I also made a hanging light and a wall sconce. Two additional items that are less historic but more rustic are a round table, perfect for giant bouquet displays, and a potted Fiddle Leaf tree :)

In this month's set, you will also find a classic Parisian wooden floor, a black and white stone floor, and wallpaper with handpainted patterns( Which I created myself from scratch). I also didn't want to miss out on interior doors :)

This Set is on Early Access now and you can download it here

A little heads up about what's coming next: kitchen month :)

Thank you so so much for all your support and love and I hope you enjoy my new set. Don't worry I didn't forget about the shell building!

Happy Simming!

#ts4cc download #ts4 historical #ts4 finds #ts4 maxis match #france #chateau #provence #parisian #entrance #felixandresims

[ellecdc]

hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead. 

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly. 

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s. 

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly. 

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book. 

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance. 

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind. 

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point. 

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.” 

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality. 

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.” 

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down. 

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns. 

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly. 

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention. 

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?” 

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard. 

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!” 

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response. 

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him. 

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin. 

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend. 

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.” 

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace. 

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.

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Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {8}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Your due date approaches but that’s not the only thing that’s been a long time coming Warnings: 18+ only, fluff WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight || Nine

Round 4 - Japanese GP

“I think I’m in love,” you moaned happily.

“I should hope so,” Lando commented dryly, making Charles laugh.

“She’s not talking about us, mon cher.”

You patted the vending machine full of the greatest snacks you had ever tasted. “Ignore them, it’s just you and me, now take my money.”

“Are we going to karaoke?” Pierre asked, checking his phone to see the time. “Yuki and Daniel are already there.”

“Shh, let the pregnant woman eat,” his girlfriend reprimanded. “She’s growing a whole human in there.”

“Thank you, Kika.” You sent her a grateful smile before throwing your middle finger in Pierre’s direction. The machine whirred and you turned back to see mechanical arms moving your choice down to the little door. “I just need a few more.”

“She’s stalling because she knows she sucks at singing when she’s sober,” Max joked before pulling out his wallet and going to the next machine. “What else do you want?”

Everyone caught onto Max’s idea and lined up along the alley of vending machines and within minutes there were enough snacks to last you the night, plus one huge Pokémon stuffed animal that Pierre chose for the baby. You could barely wrap your arms around the teddy and you narrowed your eyes at your old teammate. “Out of all of the Pokémon you chose…Squirtle?”

His grin widened until his laughter broke through. “What’s wrong with Squirtle? Everyone loves a big squirtle.”

“You’re so immature,” you tried to say with a straight face but it failed as you giggled. “This is going in my bed when I get home. It’s going to be my snuggler when I’m abandoned.”

“We aren’t abandoning you, mon amour. Everyone agreed it’s too close to your due date to come to China.”

You didn’t like it, but it was the truth. You were lucky to even get away with coming to Japan since you were already 37 weeks pregnant. At least there was a two week gap between the races so you would have some time with Lando and Charles before they left for the next race.

“And your mother will be there, so you definitely aren’t abandoned,” Lando pointed out. He took the teddy from you so you could better see where you were walking and tucked it under one arm so he could still hold your hand. “Max has already given us his plane so we can get back if we need to.”

“I have?” Max cocked a brow.

“You may have been drunk when you said it, but there were witnesses.”

Max scratched his head in confusion but he couldn’t recall the memory. Shrugging, he wasn’t really bothered, he would have offered for them use it anyway. “Who’s your reserve if you have to go?”

“Ollie and Pato,” Charles answered. “My baby is in good hands if we miss the race. Lando is a little more worried.”

“Not of Pato, I’ve seen him in testing,” Lando countered. “I just don’t like sharing.” Everyone looked pointedly between you and your boyfriends. “Har-har, I meant my seat, assholes.”

You eventually made it to the karaoke bar and Yuki growled at everyone for being late, except you. You got a tight hug and a strong whiff of alcohol on his breath.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I got a bit of everything,” he said as he pointed to the side table full of snacks and non alcoholic drinks. Pierre reached out for a pack of biscuits but Yuki slapped his hand away. “Not for you motherfuckers. Get your own.”

The annual karaoke had grown over the years and you weren’t sure if it was better when you were sober or not. On one hand you nearly wet yourself laughing at how terrible everyone sounded but on the other your ears were almost bleeding by the time they were too drunk to continue. Crashing out onto the hotel bed never felt so good when you finally got back after midnight. Thankfully it was only going to be media day for the guys so they could sleep off their hangovers.

You combed your fingers through Lando’s hair as he spawned out next to you, soft snores falling from his open mouth. A smile played at your lips and Charles chuckled beside you. “Go on,” he said as he nudged you gently. “Say it.”

You couldn’t resist and he knew it. “It’s all too much for Little Lando Norris.”

“Not little,” Lando grumbled.

“You were asleep a second ago.”

“Wasn’t asleep, just resting my eyes.”

“Such a dad thing to say,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek as his breathing evened out and he was asleep once more. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

“You should try to rest too,” Charles murmured as he settled into his pillow and opened his arms for you, his bleary eyes struggling to stay open.

“I will.” You would try to at least, but finding a comfortable position grew harder each day. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime aussi. De beaux rêves.”

He was asleep before you could even reply and you soon followed.

The need to go to the toilet once again woke you and you found Charles' space in the bed empty. After relieving yourself, you followed the light in the living room to see the curtains swaying softly in the breeze.

Charles stood on the balcony overlooking the city, his fingers idly running his matching trinity necklace along its chain. It was only as you got closer you saw his eyes weren’t on the city below but the dark skies above and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He turned and leaned back against the rail, his hands coming to rest on the impossibly large swell of your stomach. You placed your hands over Charles’ and guided them to where the action was happening against your ribs, a nice reprieve from being kicked in the bladder. You couldn’t get much bigger before you popped and the stretch marks already showed the strain the pregnancy was having on your body.

“I wish Jules was here to see this.”

You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the driver but from what Charles had said it would have been hard not to love the charismatic person he described. “I’m sure he would be proud of you. I am. Have you thought any more about her name?”

Charles chewed his lip before sighing. “No, I want something new. I don’t want her to be pressured by the weight of the name she carries.”

You could completely understand how a name changed everything and nodded. “Okay, I’ll cross Julia off the list.”

“And Landa.”

You wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That was never on my list. I don’t know why you didn’t shut that idea down right away.”

Charles chuckled and kissed your nose. “Because it’s funny, mon amour. He actually thought it had a real chance.”

“Our hopeless dreamer,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest as you yawned.

There wasn’t much time left to narrow down the list of first names but a compromise had been found with the last name. To make it fair, they decided if it was clear Lando was the biological father then Charles' last name would go first and vice-versa. If it wasn’t clear then you were going to have to referee their debate, something you were hoping to avoid.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Charles murmured as he kissed your hand and laced it with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

It was no secret you always woke up when one or both of them went missing from your bed. Even asleep you seemed to know when their body warmth disappeared.

“It’s okay. I’ll have to get used to it.”

“When we abandon you?” he teased, but there was an edge of sadness in his tone.

“Maybe that was a little harsh but I was hungry. I’m sorry.” You climbed onto the bed and snuggled in between their warm bodies. “I know you aren’t abandoning me, Cha.”

“Good, now I need to have an important conversation.” He shuffled down so he could kiss your stomach and whispered, “Ma petite, you need to stay inside there until daddy and papa get home. I know it’s a little tight in there and we are very excited to meet you too but you have to hang on just a few more weeks, ma fille. Deal?”

“I'm not sure you are going to get an ans-” A kick interrupted you and Charles smirked.

“My girl already listens to her papa.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned as he rejoined you on the pillows. “I hear teenage girls are terrible at listening to their parents. Not me of course, I was an angel.”

It was Charles’ turn to laugh as he curled his arm around your waist and closed his eyes. “An angel…I don’t think that was the word your mother used.”

Your yawn cracked your jaw before you said, “It’s a good thing I have matured since then.”

“Like fine wine, mon ange.” His nose brushed your cheek before he planted a sleepy kiss on your temple. “Bonne nuit.”

Exhaustion turned your tongue heavy as your body relaxed against his. “Goodnight, baby.”

Round 5 - Chinese GP

You wanted to smash your phone when the alarm went off in the middle of the night. The time on the screen said 7.30am but it was a lie. You had only been asleep for a few minutes from what the aches in your body indicated, not hours.

“The drivers parade is starting,” your mother called out from the lounge.

With a groan you pushed away the giant Squirtle you used as a body pillow and rolled to the edge of the bed before swinging your legs off. Just the small movement left you breathless as your lung capacity dropped and you hated the think what your VO2 levels would be like at this point.

“Can you hit record please?” you yelled back before going to the bathroom. There was no way you were going to miss a moment of the days activities, even if it meant watching the pre-race grid walk after the race finished.

You made it to the couch in time to see Charles and Lando climb onto the trailer together and couldn’t help noticing the dark bags under their eyes. They matched yours. It was the first time being away from each other for so long that you were all finding it difficult to adjust and sleep. Video calls couldn’t replace touching them.

They would keep their phones with them until the very last moment when they climbed in the car so you grabbed yours and sent a quick message after reading the sweet good morning messages that came through while you were sleeping.

To Group Chat: Drive fast and keep it clean. I love you.

It took almost half a minute with the delay of live tv for them to pull their phones out before turning and waving to the camera with big smiles, Charles even blew a kiss.

The boys had promised an interesting race during their media interviews on Thursday. Everyone knew it was the first race without you there and they were going to make up for it by pushing their hardest for a win. As it turned out, Checo tried to go three wide into turn one with Max and George, causing a red flag and the retirement of all three cars.

You could practically see the fumes coming off your brother and you didn’t need to be a lip reader to know what he was saying when the camera panned to him in the garage. Maybe Checo would be the next to learn just how fast Red Bull can take away the seat they gave. He wouldn’t be the first and he definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Eat your breakfast, it’s gone cold.”

The dish your mother made would still sit on the coffee table for another 37 laps but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. Charles was leading with Lewis in second place but you knew the Mercedes’ tyre degradation meant Lando would soon be able to overtake, and you weren’t even there to scream for them.

“I will soon,” you lied as you edged closer to the tv and saw the two cars enter the straight. “Get him baby…”

Lando’s rear wing opened, adding to the slipstream he was already getting from Lewis, and he pulled out to shoot past, diving onto his breaks in the corner and taking second place.

“Yes!!!” you screamed as you jumped to your feet.

“Don’t jump around too much, you might break your waters,” your mother warned as she pulled you back down into the couch cushions.

“But did you see that? That was perfect!”

Your mother smiled at your enthusiasm. “He did very well, but you need to calm down.”

Your nail beds were ruined by the time it came to pitting and they both went in on the same lap but Ferrari made a mistake and took a few key seconds to recover. It was just long enough for Lando to be released and get in front of Charles.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, nervously bouncing your knee as Lando defended against Charles. “I can’t watch. Mum, my heart can’t handle this…” She held your hand and you gripped it tight for the remaining laps.

“Go! Go! Go!” you screamed at the tv, leaping to your feet again as Lando finally crossed the finish line less than two seconds ahead of Charles. “YESSSS!!!”

You couldn’t keep still as you rubbed your belly and laughed exuberantly. “Daddy just won his first race! Holy shit, he did it!” You were giddier than the first time you won but he had waited so long for it after being robbed of the win in Sochi. “I can’t believe I’m not fucking there!”

“Language,” your mother reminded with a laugh. You turned to see she was recording your reaction and sent the video to the group chat with Lando and Charles.

“Oh please, she’s not even born, and that’s the least of her worries.”

Lando’s shouts over the team radio made you smile harder and he was still laughing and possibly crying by the time he pulled into the pit lane. “Yeah, baby, about fucking time! Woohoo!! Who’s your daddy?”

“Well done, mate, you deserve this.”

“Thanks, Jarv, are you crying?”

“I just got something in my eye.”

“Yeah me too.”

His car parked in the centre position but he couldn’t get out as sat in disbelief, his helmet dipped with his head. Charles was the first out and half hung into Lando’s cockpit as he embraced the winner. You couldn’t hear their exchange but you could imagine Charles telling him how proud he was before helping him climb out of his seat.

Lando jumped from the halo and into Charles’ arms before Carlos rushed in too after taking third place. You couldn’t help thinking it should have been you with them.

“What a way to take your first win,” Jenson said with a grin as he started the post race interview. “I guess there will be plenty to celebrate tonight. Any plans?”

“Mhmm,” Lando hummed as Charles joined him after his weigh-in. “Big plans. Important plans. We are heading straight to the airport and going home to celebrate with our wife.”

“Wife?” you asked aloud.

“Wife?” Jenson echoed.

“Uh, figure of speech, you know?” Lando chuckled, his neck turning pink at his mistake but he was so high on elation it had slipped out. “We have a baby on the way and our lives are built together. It doesn’t get more committed than that kind of thing.”

“So there haven’t been any secret nuptials we don’t know about?”

“No, not that we wouldn’t if we could but there’s kind of laws or something against it, or so my lawyers say.”

“Trust me, they’ve checked,” Charles added, but it was the first you had heard of it.

You were still thinking about that when they disappeared to the cool down room and when you watched them stand proudly on the podium, the British national anthem playing loudly. You were still thinking about it when they left the stage and the Sky presentation came to an end.

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Hamilton showed he learned to hit an apex at 37 at Copse Verstappen | RaceFans Round-up

In the round-up: Max Verstappen and Lewis Hamilton exchanged digs at each other over their collision last year at Silverstone. Join RaceFans on Facebook Don't miss anything from RaceFans - join us on Facebook here to see whenever a new article has been added: In brief Hamilton and Verstappen exchange barbs over Silverstone collision A pointed remark by Hamilton about his duel for position with Charles Leclerc in last weekend’s British Grand Prix prompted a response from Verstappen yesterday. Hamilton and Verstappen collided at Copse in the race 12 months ago. The Mercedes driver was judged “predominantly to blame” for the collision by the stewards who noted he had “room available to the inside” when contact was made between him and Verstappen on his outside. During Sunday’s race Hamilton successfully went through Copse side-by-side with Leclerc. “He’s a very sensible driver, clearly a lot different to what I experienced last year,” Hamilton said of the Ferrari driver in an interview with Sky. Asked for his response to this by Dutch journalist Erik van Haren, Verstappen replied: “I think it’s great that, when you’re 37 years old, at some point you understand how to get the apex. So he will learn.” AlphaTauri need rain to be competitive this weekend – Gasly Pierre Gasly says AlphaTauri’s car is unlikely to suit the Red Bull Ring. “The more high-speed corners we have, the more we struggle because we don’t have the load,” he said. “The low-speed corners like Baku, for example, we seem to be more competitive. “So on paper this one is not going to be an easy one. But that’s why if it rains it brings the minimum speed lower, which is always better for us. So we’ll see.” Perez welcomes change in luck Sergio Perez felt like he deserved a change in luck at the British Grand Prix, after the appearance of the Safety Car helped him to finish second, having fallen to the back of the field early on. “I felt like I [was] definitely back into the game,” Perez said. “It’s probably the first time, definitely in [this] season that a Safety Car helps me so I was happy with it.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free Happy birthday! Happy birthday to Ev! On this day in motorsport Fernando Alonso led at the start but Mark Webber won at Silverstone today in 2012 via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

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if it's alright, can i request 37 with könig? my husband, i need him !!!! 😮‍💨

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Does it make you nervous, when I stare?

Pairing: KonigxReader Warning: this is NSFW. And König here is not the shyest guy on Earth, because this is colonel edition.

Oh, the things, you would let this man do to you. Unspeakable, ungodly things. Things so unhinged, you wouldn't mention them even after a few rounds of shots with your besties.

One sight of his fingers tapping the tabletop during the debriefing, and you can't think about anything other than the salty taste on your lips, left by his thumb. It would take him just one word, or maybe even one glance to make you cover his index and middle finger in saliva, as he would slide them against your tongue. You'd be so good - standing on your knees for him, sucking his fingers so eagerly, fighting your own gag reflex.

One glance thrown at his forearms, tightly hugged by black cloth, and you imagine his massive hands picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You'd freeze, learn to hold your breath for as long as he wants, until you'd feel only the brush of his mouth against yours and the grumble of his impatience when he pushes in. The intoxicating thickness of his tongue against yours would be a taste that would rocket to your core and melt you from the inside, as he'd hover over you, pushing apart your legs with the brush of his massive thighs between yours. He'd take and take and take. And how obediently will you keep giving him anything, he demands.

Looking at his hips is a serious danger. Slick outlines of his muscles, his fingers brushing up and down his lap, black holster straps spanning his thigh make you go absolutely feral. You'd be standing still, feeling his low growl with your entire body. You'd hold your hands high against the wall and arch your back, so he can have access to every single part of your body. You'd accept him reminding you, with each his hungry thrust, where your place is: wrapped in his arms while he rubs you senseless, his teeth on your neck leaving you on the edge of pain.

All that fantasies you could hide from König, if it wasn't for his eyes: deep cold silver light, sparkling with interest, every time, he caught you staring. You couldn't make yourself look away: his stare was a predatory gaze, luring you closer, easing you into a thought of coming closer, stripping you of any bit of self-preservation instinct. Yes, when he caught your eyes - König took his time, ravishing in a sight of your desperate blush, letting go of you and turning his gaze away only when you were literally choking with shame, trying to drive away the visions that he awakened in your mind. This man was to become the end of you, and every next day it was only harder to fight that feeling off.

So when you hear, he is expanding his team, it feels only natural to surrender and use this ghostly opportunity to get closer to him. You know, your chance to join the team, his inner circle, is almost zero. By no means, you can be considered a poor professional, but the Colonel is a legend here. He doesn't want just 'the best' he wants those outstanding even from the best. And your personnel files scream 'just good' at best. But you have a motivation, the one so strong and specific, that maybe only you here have. Your obsession with König is pushing you to the darkest void, you were too scared to come to earlier - the threshold of his office.

"Come in." His voice at it finest: not too loud, not too harsh, all honey and slumber. When he wants, he can be mesmerizing as a siren.

You clench your hand into a fist behind your back, thus trying to calm the trembling that is rolling up to your knees.

"Just don't look him in the eyes, and it would be ok. Hands, yes, you can bear looking at his hands and not lose it. Afterward you can have whatever you want - your toys, your fingers, your cushions... Just look at his hands, breathe deep, and it all will be alright." Your inner monologue is interrupted only when he is pulling a folder from your hands, obviously tired of waiting for you to finally give it to him.

"What do we have he- oh..." Your breath hitches, you practically hear an uncanny smile spreading across his face.

"Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel?*" König sounds amused. And although you don't entirely understand, what he said - you get the message and nod, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Very good. I could use such a treasure..." He flips the pages and clicks his tongue when some of your personal indicators impress him. And before you manage to exhale, he adds: "But I'll need to test you. See, if you are... ready."

"Anything, Colonel!" You blurt it out and immediately shut your mouth, realizing that it might sound ambivalent. But that's enough to make König raise from his seat and lead you from offices to firing range.

You blame it upon a rush of blood to your head, but you pass his test with flying colors. Physical tests, advanced weaponry, strategy, even sparing with König leaves you alive and just a little trembling.

The thing, that breaks you, is not even a test or a check. It happens late in the evening, when you two end up in the locker room. You just need to remove one layer of the tactical gear you were using, you'll still have your shirt and jeans on. But you stop, paralyzed, seeing out of the corner of your eye how König leans against the wall, arms folded on his chest. His gaze, you feel his gaze: lingering and hungry.

"What's wrong, treasure? Are you hurt?" You are afraid to answer and reveal your trembling voice, so you just shake your head.

"You don't know, how to loosen those straps? Want me to help you?" Again: you only shake your head, hiding your gaze.

"Is it my eyes, that make you that nervous, Schatzi*?" His accent thickens, voice drops low, as he steps closer.

You instinctively lean back, but hit the wall behind you. He takes one more step towards you and places his hand between the wall and the back of your head, so that you don't hurt yourself occasionally. But very soon, he guides you to finally look up at him. There it is: silver light, that you can never look away from, once you saw it.

"Talk to me. There can be no secrets inside my team." His voice is soft once again, but you know, it is a trap. And you fall for it.

"I just get distracted. Don't worry, Colonel, I'll learn to ignore it or to live quietly with it. Sorry..." Your voice, your entire body, is trembling.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Something sparkles deep inside his eyes. He moves his veil up, so you can see his lips, and leans right to your ear. "In fact, how about you come at the same time to my office tomorrow, treasure? After all, you've proven, you can be so good for me... It's my turn to convince you, I too can be good for you, Schatzi."

Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel? - Little one wants in my game?

Schatzi - little treasure

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[queerfables]

Why all the crowd scenes look the same, aka: Something is WRONG in Soho

I'm not even gonna tease and draw this out because it's so cool it doesn't need the fanfare. Ready?

Season 2 takes place over the course of 5 days. During that time, most of the passersby in Soho - maybe even all of them - stay exactly the same. It's the same people every day, wearing the exact same clothes, and they wander through the neighbourhood in paths that don't make any sense. You won't be able to unsee it. I can't believe it's taken us this long to realise.

Don't believe me? Rewatch the scene from 2x03, I Know Where I'm Going where Shax confronts Crowley outside the bookshop, appearing in a series of different guises. Pay attention to the people going past.

I've marked out five people you see on screen when Crowley first exits the bookshop at 39:37:

Numbers 1, 2 and 3 are following the path right. Number 4 follows the path left. Number 5 crosses the road.

Here the five people are again, at 40:19, when Crowley goes to return to the bookshop:

Number 5 is still visible in the distance, in the direction she walked in. This makes sense! But numbers 1, 2, 3 and 4 are rounding the same corner they just passed. It's as though 1, 2 and 3 all decided to turn and head back the way they came just 40 seconds ago, and number 4 has circled the block to join them.

This on its own would be super weird, but they're not the only people to do that in this scene. The man in the purple sweater from the first picture crosses the road, then appears back next to the bookshop, then starts walking back the way he came again.

Here's the part that made me absolutely certain, though. At 40:05, a man wearing an orange hoodie with blue sleeves walks past Crowley, who is heading towards the bookshop entrance.

The camera cuts to a view from behind Crowley, and a moment later, at 40:08...

He reappears in front of Crowley and walks past him again.

It's such a distinctive outfit, there's no mistaking it. They are absolutely fucking with the background characters and they are absolutely doing it on purpose.

Your turn. There are at least three other characters in this scene who pass by multiple times. Watch it again and try to spot them.

This scene is really chaotic and obvious, but the phenomena I'm talking about is much bigger than just one scene. Let's go back to the first thing I said: the background characters don't change. All our leads do. Maggie and Nina wear distinctive outfits, clearly demarcating each new day. Even Crowley and Aziraphale, who in season 1 were like cartoon characters with wardrobes full of identical clothing, vary their looks. Crowley changes his (very subtly) each day; Aziraphale is less rigid on timing, but he has a few different coats that he switches between. The background characters, on the other hand, wear the same outfits every single day. They walk by on the street but they never actually seem to have a destination. They sit in the coffee shop or pub and don't eat or drink anything, and nearly everyone leaves together exactly on closing time. It's eerie.

For reference's sake, here's a rough timeline of season 2, with pictures of Maggie and Nina's outfits to show the passing of time. I had to outsource this section because my post was too image heavy, lol. The main point I wanted to make is that five days go by.

Five days, and all the same faces keep showing up in the background, and almost none of them change their clothes. I'm not entirely sure what it means, but there's no way it's an accident. It might, in fact, be a game changer. To me this is proof positive that something is not as it seems. I've been a massive Clue skeptic, adamant that I'd only be convinced by the most unambiguous evidence, and honestly? This is enough to move the dials. It's too big for me to ignore. Whatever grand explanation of Good Omens we come up with has to account for this. I don't have it yet, but my current working theories are that Crowley and Aziraphale are under some seriously heavy surveillance, that time warping is involved, or that reality itself is not what it seems.

It would take a really long time for me to go through all of the background characters who turn up over and over but I do want to show you what I'm talking about. To wrap up, then, I'm going to pick out some memorable characters and walk you through a few of their appearances through the week. I highly recommend looking out for this yourself on your next rewatch and seeing how many other characters you can recognise.

Yellow Skirt

The first person I kept coming back to as being not quite right. You probably remember her from the first episode - she's the one who waves and walks past Maggie and Nina the night they're locked in together. Incidentally, she's also Person Number 3 in the scene with Shax.

Day 1 (2x01 - 36:20):

Day 2 (2x02 - 42:03)

Day 3 (2x03 - 06:36)

Day 5 (2x06 - 30:00)

Coolest Leather Jacket In The World

It's not so easy to recognise people wearing lots of nondescript dark colours, but I love his hair and his jacket, so he stood out to me. I think there might be a lot more people who are wearing fairly nondescript clothes who I just can't recognise from episode to episode.

Day 2 (2x02 - 16:44)

Day 4 (2x04 - 41:20)

Day 5 (2x06 - 29:20)

Dressed In Mustard

Ms Mustard shows up everywhere. If you want to see what I mean about their paths not making sense, pay attention when she comes on screen, because she'll often show up a few times in succession and walk very purposefully to nowhere in particular. The thing that she is doing, essentially, is behaving like an extra in a tv show. Which of course she is, but you're supposed to make that invisible by not having the same person go back and forth in the same scene, or changing up their outfit each in-universe day to give the sense time is passing. Not doing that is a really deliberate choice.

Day 1 (2x01 - 22:37)

Day 2 (2x02 - 42:03)

Day 3 (2x03 - 01:49)

Day 3 (2x03 - 37:07)

Day 5 (2x06 - 29:59)

Swishy Dress

This character shows up a lot in the first episode. I've struggled to find her in later episodes, though. None of the characters seem to follow the same patterns or show up to equal extents each day, which makes me think this isn't a straightforward time loop. I haven't actually cross referenced character appearances to in world times, though. Possibly this is a project for someone who's more across the time-related shenanigans than me.

Day 1 (2x01 - 22:43)

Day 3 (2x03 - 07:01)

Yellow Vest

I've only seen this guy a handful of times, always around the French restaurant. I wonder if there's significance to that.

Day 2 (2x02 - 41:06)

Day 4 (2x05 - 12:49)

Fuzzy Blue Coat

Another background character who shows up frequently. The blue doesn't stand out quite as much as the yellows and reds some characters wear, but it's very distinctive.

While we're getting a lot of shots of the street, it's worth noting that I'm pretty sure the vehicles we see are also just the same few cars repeating each day. A lot of them are in neutral silvers and monochrome, but there's a couple of blue cars, one red, and one black and white that I'm fairly sure I've seen over and over through the season.

Day 1 (2x01 - 22:45)

Day 2 (2x02 - 42:04)

Day 3 (2x03 - 02:00)

Day 5 (2x06 - 40:10)

Day 5 (2x06 - 48:56)

Day 5 (2x06 - 50:06)

One final note: Whatever this is, Nina's employee who you see in the background at the coffeeshop sometimes isn't affected by it. He's wearing different outfits each day. On the other hand, some of the other shopkeepers do seem affected. I'm fairly sure Mr Brown and Mrs Sandwich wear the same outfits a few different days, only changing because of Aziraphale at the ball.

And that's it! Thanks for reading and I hope your mind is blown as much as mine is.

EDIT:

Hey I don't mind anyone pointing out production reasons that this might be the case or disagreeing with my analysis (over-analysis, some might say 😉). Please be kind about it, though. I'm not ignorant of the practical limitations involved in film making, but some of these costumes were really distinctive in a way I thought might be intended to draw attention.

For those of you who do find this theory convincing, I feel I should mention that I was working under the assumption that this stuff would have taken a few days to film, even filming it all together. That would strongly suggest that the actors were deliberately costumed the exact same way over multiple days of shooting, which made me think it had to be purposeful. @coranax was kind enough to point out, though, that behind the scenes videos said the extras were filmed separately to the main actors because of Covid protocols. In that case, they could have done it in just one day and that weakens my confidence in its intentionality.

Finally, all of my points about the scene with Shax in 2x03 stand. That was not a case of accidental continuity errors, it was really elegantly choreographed to enhance the tension in the scene. I say that with confidence because the extras are doing exactly what Shax is doing: circling Crowley, appearing where he doesn't expect them, creating a whirlwind sense of being off balance and out of control. I think it's really cool and effective, whether there's a deeper meaning to it or not.

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[awfcspencer]

Cravings || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x pregnant!reader

prompt: Late night pregnancy cravings turns into a very needed conversation

warnings: mentions of throwing up, pregnancy hormones, a bit of angst

A flurry of small, slightly painful, kicks abruptly woke you up. You glanced over at the small alarm clock on your nightstand that read 1:37 in red numbers, letting out a small sigh. You try to ignore the sudden increase cravings you are starting to have, becoming more intense by the minute. Reaching down to your growing baby, you gently rub small circles trying to soothe your suddenly awake little boy.

Alexia is snuggled into your body the best she can, your round belly has made it difficult for Alexia to give you a proper cuddle.

The last thing you want to do is wake Alexia. Recently she has been fulfilling your every need, helping you tie your shoes when your large belly overtook your line of sight down to your feet, massaging your aching muscles when you have particularly sore days, and constantly reassuring you that you are beautiful.

Growing a baby is anything but easy, your body was changing, rapidly. New stretch marks started to lightly appear on your stomach and your chest becoming 2 sizes bigger, not much for Alexia to complain about though. But Alexia was always there to catch your growing insecurities. Always reminding you that you were carrying a baby, your guys baby. A baby you had been trying for for months. A miracle baby.

Alexia is a light sleeper, even more so now that you were pregnant. Waking up in the middle of the night the first few months when you were struck with morning sickness. Immediately coming to your aid to pull your hair back and rub soft circles into your back, whispering encouraging words into your ear. So when Alexia heard you tossing and turning in bed, she was bound to wake up.

“Is baby boy keeping you up love?” she asked as she moves to wrap her large arms around your body.

“He is apparently very active tonight, a future striker in here with all this kicking” you reply to her, turning on your side carefully towards her.

“Just like his mama” she whispers, placing a warm kiss on your belly, and then a kiss on your temple. Pulling the comforter back up for you both, she closes her tired eyes as you do the same.

You try to ignore the cravings, hoping cuddling back up against Alexia will force yourself into a deep sleep, sleep you have been deprived of. But unfortunately for you, sleep was no longer a possibility, needing to fill the sudden desire.

Alexis was back out like a light, balancing both a professional footballer career and a pregnant wife. You try to carefully get out of her arms, trying to exit the bed without waking her up, but you fail, terribly.

“Baby, where are you going? Are you going to be sick?” Alexia asks as she is now completely awake, ready to tend to your any need, pushing herself up onto her elbows and she looks at you.

“Little man is making me crave both ice cream and pickles, honestly probably together.” a soft chuckle leaves your mouth, “I am going to run downstairs and grab a bite to eat and then I will come back. Please don’t get up, you have been running yourself dry baby, tending to me so well.” you try to convince her as you place a warm kiss on her lips.

Convincing her was out the window as Alexia immediately got up to go to the directly to the kitchen without saying a single word. You follow behind her quick steps, making you way down the stairs carefully. Alexia looks back as you take each step, holding her hand out to assist you down.

“Love you didn’t have to get up. I could have gotten it myself.” feeling bad she was awake knowing she had to be up for training in roughly six hours. You feel like Alexia has been doing everything, even making time to do all housework when your feet swell and little man makes you so incredibly tired. You felt useless, unable to help Alexia with much of anything as your due date was nearing.

“I will always be here to tend to your every need, especially when our baby boy arrives.” Alexia says to you as she grabbing both the ice cream and the pickles to fill your odd craving.

“I just feel bad, i’ve been doing nothing and you have been doing everything.” you try to explain to her as you sit down on a barstool at the kitchen island.

Handing you a bowl of mint ice cream with several spear pickles on a plate, Alexia is immediately concerned, “Amor you are growing a baby, our baby, a beautiful baby boy who will grace us with his presence very soon. You are doing everything you need to be doing, taking care of yourself for him. I don’t mind, seriously love.” she tries to convince you.

“And besides, it’s not like I could carry him.” Alexia mumbles out. And that is when it clicked. Alexia was overcompensating to your needs because she feels as if she isn’t doing enough. When you and Alexia had initially decided to expand your little family, you knew that you would be carrying. Alexia was a professional footballer, football was her passion, having her step off the pitch was simply just not an option. You knew this and you were perfectly fine with carrying, desperately wanting to have children with Alexia.

“Baby please tell me you don’t feel as if just because you aren’t carrying baby boy that it means you aren’t doing enough for our future family.” you say as tears begin to brim in your eyes, the idea that this was affecting Alexia worried you, mixing with pregnancy hormones, very quickly you were in full tears.

“Love please don’t cry.” Alexia spills out, moving from her kitchen barstool to stand behind you, trying to soothe you, rubbing her fingernails along your back. “I can’t deny that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. I just needed to make sure your and little man’s needs were taken care of.” she explains softly to not make you sob anymore than you already were.

You had started to collect yourself, the tears had stopped but your cheeks were still stained red. The thought behind Alexia’s actions did warm your heart, but was in reverse, making you feel useless. “Alexia, I had been feeling useless because I haven’t been doing anything.” you tell her.

“Oh love” is what Alexia says first, understanding now what her overcompensation meant for you. “Baby you are carrying a baby. I am here to help you. My own personal internal anxieties caused me to feel useless so I thought it would make myself feel better by over-tending to you and baby boy.” she tried to empathize. “I didn’t even think about how that would affect you, I am sorry for making you feel that way love.” she sympathized.

Turning around to face Alexia, Alexia had also red rimmed eyes, staring at the floor, feeling both ashamed and saddened. “Thank you for telling me baby, but please, when you feel this way, I need you to explain it to me. I need you to communicate to me baby.” you tell her as you reach your hand out to pull up her chin to look directly into her eyes. “You are the most amazing wife and you will be the most amazing mother Alexia.” you reassured her. Standing up to give her a proper hug but your belly getting in the way forcing both of you to fall into small laughter.

“Let’s get back in bed baby.” you tell her.

Looking down at your untouched ice cream and pickles, Alexia asks, “Are you sure? You didn’t even touch your weird food combination” she giggled out.

“Suddenly my craving is gone and honestly if I look back at the combo, I might be sick.” you chuckle out.

“Okay, let’s get you and little man back in bed” she instructed out, grabbing your hand and leading you towards your shared bedroom. Once back in bed and you had fallen asleep, Alexia whispers down to your belly, “I am so excited for your arrival baby boy, your mama is a champ, but maybe save the kicking for when you have a footballer at you feet.” she commented as she places a kiss on your belly and then to your cheek as she turns to have you as close to her as possible, your back to her front.

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