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[strawberry-bubblef]

Just found your blog after seeing the Overblot students reacting to causing serious harm to the reader/their partner and oof the angst is strong there! Excellent stuff all around and the way that several of them have symbolic injuries suited to each is fitting-

Like Vil pointed out the irony that his attack blinded them (likely disfiguring too)

Leona missing the arm that never hesitated to reach out for him.

Jamil making his S/O unable to stand without them, needing his support.

For some reason, it all reminded me of the Jekyll and Hyde musical (not at all accurate to the original work but the music is pretty good) particularly the Confrontation song, where Jekyll and Hyde have a musical number ripping into the other.

Imagine if the Overblot guys (whether merely haunted by their memories of the event or tying into your original post about permanent injuries inflicted to the person they loved most) have nightmares confronting those versions of themselves especially in regards to the harm that could have (or did) happen to their S/O. Only to get hit with “can’t you see were the same” but maybe the OB’s are mild yanderes towards the S/O or point out easier it is to keep them by his side, that he’s willing to take the risks to keep them around unlike the “good boy” persona some of them keep up.

OB students having nightmares of themselves after hurting their s/o

Part 1: Ob student unintentionally hurting their s/o

Aww! Thanks for the sweet words 🥲🫶 I'm glade you liked it !

Riddle Rosehearts

The halls of Heartslabyul are silent after curfew. Moonlight cuts silver through the tall windows, casting the checkered floor in sharp, cold contrast. It’s late, but Riddle isn’t sleeping. Not really. Not anymore.

He jolts awake again, breath shallow, red eyes wide. He stares at the ceiling, but all he sees is the moment he can never take back.

Your voice, cracking as you tried to reach him.

The way the vines coiled around you, cruel and tight,his vines.

How you cried out.

And the silence after. The absolute silence.

He’s by your side now, and you’ve forgiven him. You told him as much, your voice gentle, your hand on his. But that forgiveness tastes like ash when he remembers the look on your face back then,not fear, not anger, but disbelief. As if you couldn't quite believe he was the one hurting you.

It clings to him like a second skin.

And every night, the dream returns.

The maze is dead now. No more vibrant red blooms or the sweet scent of petals. Only twisted thorns and rotting leaves, the sky above a bruised, stormy purple. The air is heavy with guilt and magic.

In the center of it all sits his throne.

That version of him is waiting, legs crossed elegantly, sipping black tea that stains the porcelain cup like ink.

“You're late,” the Overblot says. “But I suppose shame slows the feet.”

Riddle takes a breath. “I’m not here for your games.”

“Ah, but we’ve played such lovely ones, haven’t we? Tea parties and rules and hearts cut clean in half.”

He steps closer, circling Riddle like a cat. “Do you remember how quiet they became after we were done? No more backtalk. No more chaos. They obeyed. Isn't that what you wanted?”

Riddle flinches.

The Overblot leans in, voice silken and low. “You wrapped yourself in rules because your mother left you no room to breathe. So you did the same to them because love is terrifying when it’s free, isn’t it?”

“I was wrong,” Riddle says. “That wasn’t love.”

“Then what do you call it?” the other hisses, the smile gone. “You think your bouquet of apologies rewrites what you did? You think gentle words and shared tea make up for the way they screamed?”

Riddle’s hands tremble. He can’t meet his own eyes,those cruel red eyes staring out of a mirror cracked by power and pain.

“I didn't mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot’s voice turns almost tender, almost sad. “And I-we will always live with that.”

Silence falls like snow.

And then: “But at least I was honest. At least I did what had to be done to keep them close. You fear they’ll leave. I made it impossible. Maybe you should be thanking me.”

Riddle recoils. “You turned them into something fragile.”

“I turned them into something ours. They stay because of you, but they flinch because of me.”

A pause.

“Can’t you see?” he whispers. “We’re the same.”

The dream ends with Riddle reaching for his collar, choking on petals that pour from his mouth,crimson, velvet, suffocating.

He wakes with a cry.

It’s still night, the room quiet. He reaches for you instinctively, but the sheets are cool, the space beside him empty. Panic strikes fast and cold.

He finds you on the balcony, bathed in moonlight. Wrapped in a soft robe, you’re gazing at the stars. Your arm is wrapped, supported. Some movements are slower now. But your eyes are bright as ever.

You turn as he approaches.

“Another nightmare?”

Riddle says nothing. He only stands behind you and hesitantly slide his hand into yours. His grip is tight,not crushing, never again but desperate in its quiet plea.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers.

“You don’t get to decide that alone,” you reply softly, placing yourhand over his. “You made a mistake. A terrible one. But you changed. You’re trying. That matters.”

“I see him every time I close my eyes,” Riddle admits. “He says we’re the same.”

You turn, gently cupping his face with the only hand that you have left. “Then prove him wrong.”

He leans into your touch like a drowning man, clinging to the only solid thing in a storm. In your eyes, there’s still pain. Still healing. But also,somehow hope.

He’s terrified he’ll always be at war with that version of himself.

But if you’re willing to walk beside him through the thorns, maybe, just maybe, there’s a path forward.

Leona Kingscholar

The desert wind howls in his ears.

Leona stands on the edge of a dry, cracked savannah where nothing grows, under a sunless sky. The ground is stained with soot and ash, grass burned to cinders. In the distance, a pride stone crumbles into dust.

And there,at the center of the destruction,is himself.

Or at least, what’s left of him.

His Overblot form sits lazily upon a throne of twisted bone and stone, smoke curling from his mane like incense from an open flame. Those glowing eyes burn, full of mirthless amusement.

“Took you long enough,” the Overblot drawls. “What, couldn’t face me sooner? Or were you too busy watching them struggle to tie their shoes with the wrong damn hand?”

Leona's jaw tightens. “Shut up.”

“Hit a nerve?” His other self stretches, claws dragging over the arms of the throne. “I’m not the one who tore it from them. You are. We are.”

“I never meant–”

“Don’t insult both of us. You knew what that spell could do. You were angry. Jealous. Tired of always coming second. So you struck. And you didn’t stop.”

Leona’s fists clench. He can still remember the heat, the way magic surged through him like wildfire, untamed and wild. The look on your face when you collapsed, your dominant arm crushed under a landslide of sand and force.

He remembers how still you were. How you didn’t reach for him. Couldn’t.

And how the silence that followed was louder than any roar.

“They can’t write like they used to,” his Overblot murmurs. “Can’t lift a box. Can’t sketch, or braid your damn hair. All the things they used to do so easily,gone. Because of you.”

“I know !” Leona snaps. “I live with it every day.”

“Do you?” The Overblot tilts his head. “Then why haven’t you left? Why not let them go and find someone better for them? Someone whole?”

Leona’s voice drops to a growl. “Because I love them.”

The other version smiles, sharp and cruel. “No. You need them. And they need you now, don’t they? You made sure of that. No one else understands them like you. No one else will want them like this.”

Leona stares, disgust tightening in his throat.

“Come on,” the Overblot purrs. “Admit it. Part of you is relieved. Because now they’ll stay.”

“No.”

“They’ll never leave you.”

“NO!”

The Overblot lunges, claws out, but Leona doesn’t move.

Because he knows the truth: this isn’t about physical pain. This is about guilt, about possession, about fear.

And about how love can rot if left to fester.

He wakes up leaning against a tree in Savanaclaw. It's still dark, the early morning stars just beginning to fade. His hands are buried in the dirt, sweat soaking the back of his shirt. His heart thunders in his chest like it’s trying to dig out.

The scent of jasmine reaches him first. Then your voice.

“Bad dream?”

Leona looks up.

You’re seated nearby, wrapped in a blanket, watching the horizon. Your sleeve is pinned up neatly, your right side turned toward him. The scarred place where your arm used to be is hidden, but he knows its shape by memory now.

He sits beside you wordlessly. You lean into him, letting his warmth chase away the morning chill.

“It’s always the same dream,” he mutters. “Me. Him. You.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. “Do you still hate yourself?”

He doesn’t answer.

His grip tightens ever so slightly. “I wish it had been me instead.”

You reach for his hand with your remaining one and lace your fingers together.

“I would’ve still stayed,” you say. “Even if it had been you who got hurt. Even if it was your arm.”

Silence stretches, heavy and honest.

Leona leans into you then, pressing his forehead to your temple.

“I’m trying,” he whispers.

“I know.”

And for once, the guilt doesn’t scream quite so loud.

Azul Ashengrotto

The sea is too still.

No current, no light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

No light,only the inky abyss stretching endlessly in every direction. Azul floats weightlessly in the dark, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed as if sleep could shield him from what he knows is coming.

And then it starts.

The water shifts.

A shadow coils in the deep like smoke in water,and from it emerges himself,not in his human form, not even in his merman body. No, it’s the Overblot: bloated and grandiose, tentacles stretching into the black like roots through rot. His grin is razor-sharp, filled with oil-slick malice.

“Still pretending to be human?” it coos. “Still clinging to the mask of the poor little businessman?”

Azul doesn’t look at it.

“Did you think success would make you good?” the Overblot hisses, gliding around him like a serpent. “That if you just worked hard enough, they’d love you? Respect you?”

Azul breathes slowly, deliberately. “Shut up.”

“Oh, touchy.” “You weren’t nearly so quiet when you were begging them not to leave you. Not when they were lying there,bleeding, gasping because you made them part of your deal.”

Azul flinches.

He sees it again: the whirlpool, the crashing debris, the spell cast in desperation and greed. The way you fell,your leg crushed under the magical pressure, twisted unnaturally before he could stop it.

Before he cared to stop it.

“You used them,” the Overblot sings. “Because deep down, you thought: if they depend on me, they won’t leave me.”

“I didn’t—”

“Yes, you did,” it snarls. “You saw them shine and you thought: I want that. You dragged them into your schemes, into your world. And now?”

A cruel smile stretches over its face.

“Now they can’t even dance.”

Azul’s fists curl.

“They limp through the halls, leaning on a cane or your arm, and every step is a reminder. And yet, they still smile at you. Still tell you it’s not your fault.”

The Overblot leans in close, eyes glowing.

“But it is.”

Azul screams,no sound leaves his throat, only bubbles but he surges forward, trying to claw at the thing wearing his face, only for it to melt away into nothing.

Leaving him alone in the silent sea.

He jolts awake in a cold sweat.

The lounge is dark, only the soft glow of enchanted lamps illuminating the drapes. Azul sits on the couch, disheveled,, breath caught halfway in his throat.

A small noise draws his attention.

You're at the window, adjusting your prosthetic leg,carefully, patiently. You don’t notice him watching, or maybe you do, and you choose not to look.

He swallows.

You always do things quietly now. No complaints. No bitter remarks. But you also don’t hum anymore when you walk. You don’t twirl in the water like you used to.

Azul lowers his eyes.

He hears the soft tap of your cane as you make your way over, the familiar pattern of your gait now etched into his memory.

You sit beside him, brushing your hand against his.

“You dreamt about it again.”

He nods, shame burning behind his eyes.

“I see him in the mirror sometimes,” he murmurs. “The one I was. I wonder if I’m still him.”

You shake your head. “He would’ve run from this. You didn’t.”

Azul hesitates before reaching for your hand. “I don’t deserve your kindness.”

“Maybe not,” you whisper, “but you’re trying. And that counts more than you think.”

He leans in slowly, resting his forehead against the side of your head. “If I could give you that leg back…”

“I wouldn’t take it.”

He stiffens, shocked.

You turn to him with quiet intensity. “Because then maybe you’d still be pretending to be someone you’re not. I don’t need perfection. I need you.”

Azul doesn’t reply,he can’t. But he holds you a little tighter, breathing in the proof that somehow, some way… you’re still here.

And maybe that's enough.

Jamil Viper

The chains rattle again.

He doesn’t know where he is,some room, always dark, always humid. The smell of sweat and ash lingers like incense from an old nightmare. Stone walls stretch in every direction, but there’s no exit. No sky. Just that mirror on the wall.

He doesn’t look at it.

Not yet.

He knows who’s waiting on the other side.

But he turns anyway.

And there he i. The Overblot version of himself smiles cruelly, slouching in that confident, arrogant way Jamil hates to admit he once wished he could embody.

“You look exhausted,” the Overblot drawls. “Not sleeping well, Jamil?”

“I’m not here to talk to you,” Jamil hisses.

“Oh, but I’m here to talk to you.” The reflection slinks closer. “How’s our darling doing, by the way? Still limping around because of you?”

Jamil’s stomach churns.

The sound of bones snapping, of the ground cracking during that awful moment,when magic surged out of control, when the pressure pinned you down, the illusion spells fraying as your foot was crushed beneath falling debris he summoned. Not even intentionally. Not really.

But he knew you were nearby.

And he still didn’t care.

He had finally taken the reins of his life and you were collateral.

“I didn’t mean-” Jamil starts, voice strained.

“You didn’t stop,” the Overblot cuts in, venomous. “You didn’t hesitate. You knew they were watching. And still you used your magic. Still you twisted their mind until they collapsed.”

Jamil’s voice is a whisper. “I didn't want to hurt them.”

“You wanted control.”

Silence.

“You wanted them to stop pitying you. To see you,not the servant, not the background character, but the powerful one. And when you had it, even just for a moment…”

The Overblot tilts his head.

“…you liked it.”

Jamil clenches his fists. “I hate you.”

“No,” it says, baring fangs. “You hate that I’m you. You hate that some part of you thought, ‘If I can just keep them dependent… they’ll never leave.’”

The words sting like poison.

“Now look at them,” the Overblot murmurs. “They used to dance barefoot on sunlit floors. Now every step is calculated. Controlled. Like you wanted everything else to be.”

Jamil shuts his eyes tight.

When he opens them again, the mirror is empty.

He’s alone again.

But the silence is louder than before.

He wakes up in a sweat.

The room is dim, lit by the flicker of a candle. The warmth of the dorm blankets does little to soothe him, especially not when he sees the empty spot in the bed beside him.

You're by the window.

Adjusting the supportive brace over your ankle,what's left of it. Your balance is careful, practiced. Your fingers are deft. Jamil sits up quietly, heart aching.

You glance over your shoulder. “Nightmare?”

He nods, slow.

You limp over to him, footsteps padded by the soft cloth of your wrap. You don’t say anything at first,you just press your forehead to his, fingers tangling with his.

“I see him,” Jamil says. “The version of me who… who didn't care. Who thought being loved wasn’t as important as being obeyed.”

You don’t flinch. You already know.

“I hate him,” he whispers.

“But he’s not you,” you murmur back.

Jamil’s eyes glint with unshed tears.

“I almost made you another chain.”

You shake your head, taking his hand and placing it against your heartbeat. “But you let go. You let me go. You helped me stand again.”

His voice is raw. “You should’ve run from me.”

“I didn’t want to,” you reply. “I wanted to walk beside you. Even if I had to relearn how.”

He exhales shakily.

And when he kisses your knuckles, it’s soft. Tentative. Like he’s still trying to prove to himself that you’re real,that this, what he has now, is real.

Even after all he’s done.

Vil Schoenheit

The mirror doesn’t lie. That’s the curse.

He can’t hide from it. Not from the face that stares back at him,twisted, blot-streaked, gleaming with hatred and pride. His Overblot self grins through cracked lipstick and bleeding glamour.

“Ah. Come to scold me again, Schoenheit?”

Vil doesn’t answer. He already knows how this goes.

Every night, it’s the same: the same confrontation, the same voice that sounds too much like his own, the same sickening echo of violet light bursting from his fingertips, burning away the world and everything he held dear.

Especially you.

“Still pretending you didn’t enjoy it?” the Overblot version sneers. “You always thought beauty was everything. Until you became the monster.”

Vil’s voice is cold. “I wanted the world to see me. Not them.”

“And now they can’t see anything at all.” A cruel chuckle. “Isn’t that poetic?”

His throat tightens.

He remembers the scent of magic in the air, the searing heat, the flash of light as your scream tore through him. The way you clutched your face, blood slipping between your fingers. The panic that followed. The silence. The way your eyes never found him again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt them.”

“But you did.” The Overblot tilts his head mockingly. “You wanted to be seen. So you made sure they never would be seen again. You took that from them. You, who worshipped beauty like a god.”

Vil’s hands tremble at his sides.

“You knew what your magic could do. You chose to use it anyway.”

“I thought I could control it.”

“You were wrong.”

Silence.

Then:

“They still call your name,” the Overblot whispers. “Even now. Still reach for you. Still smile in your direction. And doesn’t that make it worse?”

Vil turns away.

“All they know is the echo of your voice and the feel of your touch. And you cling to that, don’t you? Because if they saw you as you were... they would’ve run.”

The mirror cracks.

Not from magic but from the way Vil slams his fist into it, fury rippling through every bone.

And when he opens his eyes again, he's awake.

The bedroom is quiet, curtains drawn open just enough to let in moonlight. You’re seated on the bed, fingers moving expertly as you read a Braille book Vil had custom,made for you. Your head tilts slightly when you hear him stir.

“Another dream?” you ask gently.

Vil’s voice is hoarse. “Yes.”

You set the book down. “Was it him again?”

“…Yes.”

You pat the space beside you, and he comes willingly. Sits beside you. Lets you touch his face. You always do that now,run your fingertips along his cheekbones, brush over the curve of his lips, like you’re memorizing him all over again.

“I hate what I did to you,” he whispers. “I took the stars from your eyes.”

“And still I find light in your voice.” you say softly.

Vil swallows. “You don’t hate me?”

“I miss what I lost,” you admit. “But I don’t miss you. Because you’re still here.”

He presses your hand to his chest. “It should’ve been me.”

“No,” you whisper. “You came back to me. That’s enough.”

Sometimes, he still dreams of mirrors.

But these days, when he wakes,he’s holding your hand.

And somehow, that makes all the difference.

Idia Shroud

That’s how the nightmare always starts.

Blue flame dances along the walls, scorching consoles, melting cables, and setting off a chorus of alarms. Everything is chaos.Except for him. Except for the Overblot.

It rises from the flames like a ghost made of rage and sorrow, hair wilder, cloak billowing like smoke. It grins, bearing rows of flame-slicked teeth.

“Guess what, Idia,” it sing-songs. “You’re the villain in your own tragic visual novel. Bad End unlocked!”

Idia curls inward, arms around himself. “I didn’t want to hurt them.”

“You did more than hurt them,” it hisses. “You burned them. Because you wanted to keep them close. You wanted them safe.”

“I lost control. The magic-”

“You thought locking them in the Underworld was safer than letting them leave you. And when they reached out for you..” The Overblot snaps its fingers.

The scent of scorched flesh.

The sound of your cry.

Idia covers his ears, but it’s no use.

“You destroyed the very hands that held you. Four fingers. Gone. Just like that. Do you know how many times they tried to play your games after that? Tried to cook? Draw? Hold a pen?”

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“But you did.” The voice is ice now. “And you know what the worst part is?”

Silence.

“They still forgive you.”

Idia lifts his head slowly, shame thick in his eyes.

“They still smile when you fumble with words. Still wrap what’s left of their hand around yours. Still kiss your cheek and say it’s okay. It’s not okay.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know it’s not.”

“Then why do you stay?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Then-q

“…Because they asked me to. Because they didn’t want to lose me too.”

The Overblot’s grin fades.

Idia steps closer to it. For once, he doesn’t flinch.

“I am a coward. I am broken. But I’m trying. Every day. I can’t fix what I did… but I can be here now. And that’s what they asked of me.”

The flames flicker.

“You don’t deserve them,” it spits.

“I know,” Idia says. “But they still choose me. And I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of that.”

He wakes up gasping.

Your hand is in his,smaller now, missing parts of what once was, wrapped in soft bandages and healing cream. But warm. Still warm.

You stir beside him. “Another one?”

He nods.

You squeeze. “You’re still here.”

“…Yeah.”

You rest your forehead against his. “Then I’m okay.”

He doesn’t cry, but he holds your hand tighter.

And for the first time, the nightmare fades into silence.

Malleus Draconia

The castle is quiet. Too quiet.

He wanders its halls alone in the dream. The stone is grey, cracked with age. Thorny vines have grown wild over every door, every window. The sky outside is eternally twilight, like the world itself is holding its breath. Time doesn’t move here. It hasn’t for centuries.

He knows where you are.

He always knows.

Your chamber lies behind an arch of briars, untouched by rot or dust. Enchanted sleep preserved you, peaceful and unmoving, lips barely parted as if frozen mid-sigh.

He crosses the threshold slowly, reverently. His footsteps don’t echo anymore.

You lies there still.

Because of him.

“Malleus.”

The voice that greets him isn’t yours.

It’s his but deeper, weightless, echoing with ancient magic.

The Overblot.

It steps into view like a reflection peeled from his shadow. A smile too gentle to be anything but cruel.

“You saved her,” it says. “She was going to leave. Be taken away. You stopped it.”

“I imprisoned her,” Malleus whispers.

“You protected her. In eternal sleep, she couldn’t be harmed. Couldn’t abandon you. Couldn’t be taken away by time or fate or death.”

Malleus walks toward the bed. Your skin is still warm beneath the spell, magic thrumming softly with every breath. So many years have passed. More than he dares count.

“And yet she wept in her dreams,” he murmurs. “I heard it. Even through the spell.”

“Dreams are nothing,” the Overblot croons. “She’s safe. Isn’t that all you ever wanted?”

His hands tremble.

“I wanted to be with her,” Malleus says, voice breaking. “Not without her. Not like this.”

The Overblot’s smile fades. It regards him like a disappointed parent. “You are a king .You could have have eternity together.”

“No. I forced eternity upon her. I robbed her of choice… of time… of life.”

A silence falls.

Then-

“But she’s awake now.”

That voice. Yours.

He turns.

You're standing in the doorway. Older than you should be, touched by the centuries but beautiful still. Eyes full of sorrow and kindness both.

“I’m awake, Malleus.”

He stares, breathless. “This isn’t real.”

“It could be,” you say, stepping forward. “If you let go of the guilt. If you come back to me.”

“But I hurt you. I stole your future.”

“And yet I chose to wake up.”

You reach out.

He takes your hand in both of his, kneeling as if in penance.

“I will never forgive myself,” he whispers.

“Then let me forgive you instead,” you say. “You’re here now. And I waited because I believed you’d come back.”

He wakes in your arms, forehead against your shoulder, breath shaky.

You cradle his head gently, fingers weaving through his hair.

“You dreamt it again,” you murmur.

He nods, silent.

“I’m still here,” you remind him. “Still choosing you.”

And he holds you tighter, as though centuries could slip between his fingers once more.

But this time, he’ll never let go.

English is not my first language !

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࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ a helping hand

࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up!neteyam x fem omatikaya!reader

summary: it’s late at night and you’re struggling. not only can you not fall asleep but there’s a sudden ache in your core. now what type of mate would neteyam be if he didn’t help you?

warnings: 🔞NEASSTYY smut, masterbation, fingering, missionary, riding, doggystyle, p in v, squirting, can’t spell mother without mo’at, neteyam being jumpscared but then turn into a freak, reader has no shame, & dirty talk

authore note: i had a daydream abt this and needed it come to life 😫 (unlike neteyam) & yall if i make a taglist would anyone wanna be apart of it LMAO 🧍🏽‍♀️hope this makes up for my mini absence on not posting 😇

bye this took forever.. guys pls don’t be shy, i loveeee any type of feedback 🥲

You let out a long sigh in exhaustion as you dropped the second batch of medicine you just made. You couldn’t understand what was going on with you. This was happening all day today, constant screw ups and honestly you were over it.

Inhaling a deep breath in attempt to calm yourself, you started cleaning up the herbs. As you were cleaning up, you failed to notice the presence of your tsahík making you slightly startled.

“What is this?” Mo’at gestured to the mess on the floor. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment and you squeaked out a little “Hi”

She sighed and walked over to your kneeling position. You pursed your lips feeling disappointed in yourself. “My child” Mo’at grabbed you from out of your thoughts “You need to relax”

Your tensed shoulders slowly started easing at her words. “I apologize” you muttered respectfully. “It is alright dear, now tell me what is bothering you” she walked in front of you putting her hands out for you to grab. With her words of encouragement, you picked yourself off of the ground. Avoiding her cold harden gaze you felt your emotions rushing back to you.

While looking around the healing tent your eyes accidentally landed on hers. Her eyes piercing directly into yours commanding an answer.

“I feel like a failure” you finally admitted. “What makes you feel that way?” she questioned motioning you to sit on the mat beside her.

“Many women in the past have succeeded beyond my level. Why am I so far behind? I should be able to do this, how can i ever be tsahík if I can’t complete a simple task such as making medicine?” you huffed in frustration after your rant. Mo’at gave you an understanding look before taking her hands in yours “Child, it takes time” she started “but I don’t have much time! Neteyam is granted to be olo’eyktan soon and-” you stated before it was her turn to cut you off.

“What does Neteyam becoming olo’eyktan soon have to do with any of this?” she squinted her eyes at you. “He is my mate” you shrugged. “Exactly , he is your mate, not your conjoined twin!” she exclaimed causing you to let out a breathy chuckle.

“The two of you are completely different people. His learning pace is different than yours and that is okay. Neteyam has been training since he was in the womb, he’s meant for this” your eyes landed on hers as you digested what she was saying. “You on the other hand, have not. You didn’t expect to mate with my grandson but I am glad that you did” she looked you up and down with a sigh of relief.

“Why you say it like that?” you laughed at her sudden look of disapproval. She looked at you with a straight face “I was afraid our village would’ve come to doom had Neteyam picked any of those thirsty women, I don’t know how their mothers do it” she spoke with an eye roll at the memory of many annoying girls trying to get neteyam to court them.

‘What a time’ you thought. Before you and neteyam had become mates, when the two of you were just friends. Time had really gone fast.

Mo’at noticed your dazed out expression knowing you were thinking about your progressive relationship with her grandson. She smiled seeing a bit of herself in you when she had her own mate. She used to be in this exact situation which is why she was able to relate to you.

Snatching you out of your thoughts once again she spoke up breaking the newfound comfortable silence “I used to be in your exact position” your attention went back on her with hopeful eyes “For real? but you’re the best tsahik we’ve ever had” you rambled “I know” she smiled in pride causing you to giggle.

“My point is, practice makes perfect. That is a term i have learned from the sky people here and it is one of the only things they said that are true. You will not get it the first tries, but don’t give up and keep going. Success will come your way, my child” she nodded her head at you in approval

You nodded your head back and felt a sudden rush of confidence run through you. If Mo’at who was honestly one of the strongest people you knew was able to run this clan, so could you.

“You give me hope Ma’ Tsahík” you smiled at her gently squeezing her hands “Oh please, we discussed this, you can call me grandmother” you placed your arms around her for a well needed hug. She tensed before relaxing as she hugged you back with genuine love.

“Besides, I have hopes that there will soon be little ones calling me great grandmother” she pulled away with a smirk and hope glistening in her eyes. A blush crept onto your cheek before laughing at what she was implying “You’re funny”

She began walking you towards the makeshift door to exit out of the healing tent as you discussed your plans for tomorrow. Your ikran landing on a nearby cliff after sensing your presence. Before you were able to fully leave Mo’at reminded you of something “Don’t forget the war party returns tonight, I will not be present but will you able to make sure everyone is in one piece?”

Your eyes widened in realization, Neteyam was returning in a few hours. He had went on a one week hunting trip and you had been missing him like crazy. How could you forget? You figured spending time with Mo’at and being occupied your mind had let that slip.

“Fuck” you mumbled. “Yes! I can do that don’t worry! I’ll see you tomorrow grandmother. Take some rest you deserve it” you yelled out as you sprinted towards your ikran to go home.

You had spent all day at the healing tent that you had no time to prepare for Neteyam’s return. Even though he told you multiple times that as long as you were there he is more than satisfied and he just needed to be wrapped around you.

However, you were still insistent on setting atleast something up for him, what kind of wife would you be? Neteyam was the best husband any one could ever asked for. Always putting you and others above himself, making several sacrifices and just being overall selfless. So you had no problem with being a little housewife.

Once your ikran had landed at the home that Neteyam literally built for your future family. You felt your body getting excited at his soon to come arrival, you had missed your man dearly and you knew once you were in his arms all your problems will disappear.

“My love? I’m home” Neteyam called out as he walked through the door. Immediately frowning once he didn’t see you, however he did notice several candles lit up so he knew you were home.

Walking towards the candles he also noticed a platter of his favorite foods. A smile emerged on his face he bent down to sit as he waited for you since he was sure you would reveal yourself any second. His guess was correct as you slowly appeared in the makeshift door way of your home in a newly made outfit “Welcome home handsome”

Neteyam’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and your scent. Turning around to finally have a look as his eyes widened. Your azure skin was complimented by green and blue jewels. Your loincloth and top were scattered with them, along with small purple crystals dangling from the pieces. Your cleavage was on display just for him but also not enough in order to tease him. You took your braids out so your hair had the most perfect waves which was a style you knew Neteyam adored.

The forest inspired outfit you had done left him completely star struck. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on, and you were all for him. He was so in awe of you he didn’t even notice you were now sat next to him until you said something.

“Handsome you alright? Welcome home” you placed a hand on his cheek before placing a gentle but loving kiss on his lips. He decided to make a move by tilting his head to deepen the kiss, slickly sliding his tongue once you let out a small gasp into his mouth. You giggled into the kiss at his antics causing him to giggle with you before he playfully bit your lip with a smirk.

The two of you leaned away to finally look into the other’s eyes. His eyes were full with so much love you swore they would’ve burst. “Hi beautiful” he rubbed your cheek softly. You nuzzled your face into his hand with a contented sigh finally feeling at peace.

Your gaze met his as a sigh left his mouth. “What is it?” you lifted your head. He stared at you not saying anything. You started becoming nervous under his gaze and debated whether this was too much or not. You were about to speak up about his behavior until he beat you to it.

“You’re just so” he paused to take another moment to admire you “so so beautiful” his voice lowered as his eyes trailed downwards. A heat started to spread across your cheeks as you smiled at him.

For he rest of the night the two of you caught up on everything. He explained how he made several successful kills during the hunt leading to you giving him kisses in reward as you praised him. On the other hand, you came clean to him about how your tsahík training was actually going. He could tell you were very stressed out, encouraging you to take your time and not worry because he will be by your side every step of the way.

Your mind was racing with thoughts as Neteyam peacefully slept on your chest. The two of you cuddled up on your shared bed. After talking for a few hours, time caught up to Neteyam and his tiredness consumed him. You were very understanding and insisted on him getting some rest, even including yourself by laying with him.

But as time went on you couldn’t help but think about the time he was gone. How many nights you were forced to fall asleep without a release. As you debated with yourself on what to do, your mind eventually came to a conclusion. Trying to be as quiet as possible, you gently pushed Neteyam of you, still beside him so he wouldn’t wake up, while slowly trailing your hand down your loincloth.

You were so close. The pit of your stomach tightening more and more with each flick to your clit. It was like you were running to the finish line in slow motion, yet almost there. In just a couple of seconds that knot would finally snapped and you would be stress free. Which is what you desperately needed.

So caught up in your own bliss you didn’t realize the movement from beside you, right when your core was at its peak your fingers stopped at what you heard, losing your hard worked orgasm.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam asked in a quiet voice staring at the side of your face. Your heart physically stopped and dropped for a second. Eywa please say this was just a dream, but no, this was actually a nightmare.

You heard shuffling next to you and finally got the courage to look over at him only to be met with a blank stare “Go ‘head, continue” he licked his lips looking you up and down

You shook your head as frustrated tears filled your eyes. He chuckled before looking down in disbelief “Nah, you wanted to touch yourself right? So finish before I do it for you”

At his words you swore your orgasm would’ve just shot right out of you despite no physical contact, his words just had that affect on you. You bit your lip in anticipation as you pulled your hand away from your pussy and spread your legs further

“Please” you whimpered looking up at him desperately. “Please what baby?” his head tilted as he caressed your cheek lovingly. “Touch me” you whispered dragging his other hand down to your now dripping cunt. He snarled before cupping your pussy while slightly grinding his palm against your throbbing clit.

“Oh I’m gonna do more than touch you, just wait” he smiled before leaning over to kiss a trail across your stomach. Your breath hitched, you were in for it now. “Neteyam” you whined as his lips got more aggressive on your skin. “A week without my attention and you just don’t know how to act, huh?” he shook his head. Your breath got caught in your throat “That’s not true” your voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s not? Over here touchin’ yourself while i’m sleeping right there. You wanted to get caught, didn’t you yawne?” he hovered over you

“Maybe” you bit your lip seductively as the excitement of all of this grew inside of you

He dragged a finger along your slit, gathering up some already built up slick. “All you gotta do is think ‘bout me huh?” he asked looking up at you. “And look at you” you replied cheeky with a lopsided grin. Deciding to be bold, you grabbed onto his hand to press it against your soaked pussy.

“This is what you do to me Neteyam” you moved his hand up and down slowly as wet sounds started filling up the room. He growled as he inhaled your scent “dirty girl”

You laughed breathless as your previous orgasm slowly approached you again. Neteyam, being an expert in your body language already knew this as he continued to watch you, allowing you to use him for pleasure. It’s what you been doing while he was away anyways.

He licked his lips before trailing kisses all over your body. Starting from your cheek, to your neck, then your chest and as he moved downwards his kisses became more aggressive on your stomach. Each time a kiss ended a ‘pop’ would be heard.

You gasped when his slender finger suddenly slipped in, a smirk on his face. He curled his finger at the perfect angle, hitting that squishy spot inside of you that he knew always drove you crazy.

“Oh! I’m so close” you whimpered within seconds. Neteyam helping you reach your peak with ease. “Go ‘head, let it out” he sloppily kissed your clit. At the much needed contact your orgasm flowed right through you. Your mouth opened as a silent scream left you.

“Yeah, yeah make that pussy squirt for me” he spoke lowly rubbing your puffy clit at a fast pace to work you through your orgasm. “Teyam” you whined trying to close your thighs around his hand.

“Unt unt, no, we’re not done” he sat up looking down at you. Your eyes widened as you watched his hands move towards his loincloth to untie it. You inhaled a deep breath at the sight of his cock now in your view. He loosened his loincloth completely as it was now pooled at the bottom of thighs, removing it entirely and throwing it across the room.

“You’ve been so, so greedy. Tell me, do you want it slow or for me to fuck you like I’ve been dying to do?” his voice came out raspy as he placed lighthearted kisses against your neck.

Your body stiffened, your words getting stuck in your throat as you didn’t know what to say. “I-I- just need you Teyam. So bad” you whined.

“How bad baby?” his eyes met yours as he stroked his cock directly in front of your warm sex. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, a wet sound could be heard from the amount of pre cum gathered on his tip. You were so incredibly turned on by him, your body proving that as your cunt clenched around nothing.

“So bad, I want-need you to destroy me.” you ran your hands across his chest. “Fuck me until i have nothing left to give, stuff me to the brim, I want it all, I can take it. I’ll be your good girl, I promise” and if he wasn’t already turned on by just the pure sight of you the words that left your mouth was enough for him to slide his dick inside of you.

The both of you let out long moans at the familiar feeling. Having to be away from each other for a long period of time was hard, but now you guys were together, intertwined.

“Fuuuckk” he moaned looking down at the source of pleasure. You whined and brought your legs to wrap around his waist, bringing him closer to place kisses all over his face.

“I’m all yours, all yours” you whispered in his ear before kissing it gently

“Yeah? You’re all mine? Say that shit again”

“I’m all yours neteyam” a whine leaving your mouth as he grinded on top of you creating the perfect amount of friction

He purred quietly at your words, nuzzling the side of his face into yours and bringing you into a much needed kiss. Causing you to mumble against his lips “I love you”

“I love you more” he placed his hands onto your hips. “You gonna let me fuck you? You’re gonna be good and take it right? he sat up to look down at you.

You pushed your hips up, hoping to answer his question. Circling your hips to feel some friction as he bottomed out inside of you, smirking at him.

Finally feeling satisfied with your response, he started to move. “Shit” he groaned as he felt your sticky walls contract around him. He smirked at your not so slick antics before starting to thrust inside of you. Your whines started to fill up the room along with quiet slapping noises. “Oh Neteyam!” you moaned out scratching his back.

“I been waiting to fuck you for so long baby, I’m right here” he growled in your ear, placing one of his hands on your hips to steady his harsh thrusts.

You started letting out soft moans feeling him go deeper and deeper, your juices making it easier for him to hit spots inside of you only he could reach.

You screamed as his hands made its way behind your thighs to hold them up in the air. Taking this as a sign, your hands replaced his as you now held onto the back of your thighs. “Good girl” he mumbled drilling his dick inside of you

“Mhm, dick- so, so good, yes!” you babbled out complete nonsense but he knew what you were trying to say. “This dick is just soooo good, huh?” he chuckled teasingly

His pace was becoming almost painful but in the most pleasurable way possible as he continued fucking you relentlessly. Pushing your thighs all the up so they were pressed firmly against your chest. Completely folding you just the way he wanted, not having any mercy on you or your poor cunt.

The most obscene sounds consuming the room, all that could be heard is skin slapping, your fucked out screams and his grunts.

“Ugh, don’t stop! Right there, Oh right there!” you whimpered as he jackhammered your pussy

“I’m not gonna stop my love, this pussy is way too good” he mumbled rolling his hips into you as his thrusts became sloppy. You felt your stomach tightening and your cunt clenching rapidly as a signal you were close.

“You’re gonna make me cum” you moaned as you held onto him for dear life. he reached down to be face to face with you before whispering in your ear “Then cum my love”

At his words you completely let go with a scream as you threw your head back. Your orgasm leaked out of you making your privates even wetter. You weren’t embarrassed per say, but every time this happens you kind of shy away from it. Neteyam on the other hand never did and he found it so attractive, he was the only one who got you like this.

“We made a mess baby” he smirked before looking down between your bodies. ”I know” your cheeks heated up and you looked up away from him. “Nah, don’t be shy now” he laughed at you before leaning up to pull out of you, he assumed you were tired and wanted to call it quits, but oh your man just had no idea how badly you really needed him.

Within a couple of seconds, he was laid out on his back with you hovering over him. Your plump lips slightly swollen from the amount of kisses and moaning, the tits that he loved so much on a perfect eye level so he could trail his tongue around your sensitive nipples, your slim waist that he loved so much, fuck. you were truly a goddess on display.

“You’re so sexy” you moaned biting your lip as you rubbed your sensitive clit on his abs making them tense. Not that he was completely on soft anyways, but now he was rock hard again.

“Don’t play with me babe, if you wanna do something then do it” he smirked at you before he placed his bottom lip between his teeth. You smiled at him with pure adoration before reaching behind you to grab his wet cock to line it up with your drenched hole.

Sinking down onto him with a contented sigh, the familiar feeling of his dick filling you up once again. Light moans from you and Neteyam filling up the hut. A hum from Neteyam catching your attention, his head firm against the pillow as his mouth slowly formed in an ‘O’ shape.

You felt your insides tingling knowing you were the reason because of that, bringing him pleasure. Catching him out of a trance you rolled your pelvis against his, his tip kissing your g spot perfectly.

“Baby” he whispered lowly as his eyes were hooded as he looked at you. “Yes?” You smiled bringing a hand to his neck up to his cheek. “C’mon” he impatiently moved your hips back and forth signaling what he wanted

With a proud smirk on your face, you made sure your knees were placed firmly beside his hips while perching yourself on your tippy toes for balance. “Ready?” you adjusted to his size

“Always” he cockily bit his lip and closed his eyes as he began to relax while you fucked him. Gathering up the confidence, you pushed your hips up until his throbbing tip was the only thing inside of you before slamming back down.

A loud moan left the both of you. You looked at Neteyam through your lashes; his eyes slightly rolling to the back of his head, he was enjoying this. Repeating the same action, each time a perfect stroke against your g spot causing you to cry out and drip. After gaining some rhythm with your hips, you were riding him like there was no tomorrow.

“Hmm, oh my gosh” you moaned loudly throwing your head back as you slammed down onto him harder, the pleasure consuming all parts of your body and you didn’t want it to stop. “So fucking- ugh” he was cut off when you started to circle your hips.

You leaned forward placing your hands beside his head as you placed your mouth by his ear. He smiled up at you before putting a hand on your lower back. Deciding to be bold, you moved your hips in a specific motion which led to his eyes widening in realization.

“Told you I’m all yours baby” you whined in his ear as you continued spelling his name with your hips

He placed a hard spank on your ass, a chuckle leaving his lips “Damn right you are, no one is ever fucking you the way I do right?”

You let out a moan once his hips roughly thrusted towards yours, him meeting your thrust more than half way. “Answer me” he demanded forcing your hips up and down. “N-no!” your voice shook as your guts got played in

“Neteyaaam” you moaned as your legs were starting to give out from his harsh thrusts. “Gonna cum, hm?” he trialed his thick tongue around your perky nipples, a bolt of electricity running through you due to the amount of pleasure.

“Yes! Yes please let me cum” you begged placing your hands on his shoulders. “I was never gonna deny you release baby” he laughed at your vulnerable state, clearly amused at how much you really needed him to fuck some brain cells back into you.

“Mhm, turn around” he moaned giving your ass a hard smack before gripping it gently. You gave him a smirk before placing your hands on his chest for balance while getting off of him. Turning around, making sure to give him a perfect view, your round ass on display just for him along with your slick pussy lips. He moaned at the sight before placing another firm slap on the flesh.

You giggled while sliding back on his thick cock that was desperately waiting for your dripping cunt “My ass is gonna fall off with how much you smack it”

“I don’t give a fuck, it’s mine right?” he smiled behind your back while gripping the flesh tightly with both hands. “Obsessed” you mumbled before leaning forward to place your hands on his knees for balance as you began going crazy on top of him.

“Yeah put it on me, juuuuusst like that” he moaned watching your ass ripple against his pelvis. “Oh! Mhm, I- FUCK!” you screamed using all your force to slam down onto him. Your eyes crossing as his warm sack met your clit.

“Damn mama” Neteyam looked in awe as strings of your juices started to create lines all over your privates; moans getting louder as the both of you approached your peaks.

“I’m gonna fucking cum” your voice getting higher after each word from every thrust into your core. “S-Same time baby” he stuttered holding onto your hips as the knot in his stomach finally unraveled.

His seed flowing through you was enough to trigger your own orgasm as you let go on top of him. Your guys’ cum now mixed together pooled all over each other’s thighs.

Your breathing slowly became steady as your legs staggered while trying to get off of him. “Let me help you” a raspy voice was heard behind you. However, it wasn’t long until you were set up face down ass up.

“You’re actually trying to kill me” you muttered turning your head to look back at Neteyam. “Kill the cat” he winked at you while playing with your swaying tail.

You bit back a smile before pushing your ass back onto him; making sure to hold eye contact with him the whole time. An obvious smirk on your lips as you teased him.

You were caught off guard by a stinging pain on your right cheek. “You know what-” you started before being caught off by a harsh thrust into your cunt.

Neteyam set a merciless rhythm from the beginning. He was determined to have you worn out by the end of this round, wanting you to sleep real good in his arms tonight which is right where you belonged.

“NETEYAM!” you screamed plunging your face into the sheets as you gripped onto them tightly causing your knuckles to turn white. “I really wish you could see this baby” he groaned watching himself go in and out

“Oh great mother! Yes!” you moaned as he impaled you from behind; another orgasm quickly approaching unsurprisingly. “Yeah? You wanna see this too right?” he gripped your hips

“Mhm, baby please” you didn’t know what you were saying please for but both of you had an idea that you just didn’t want him to stop. He laughed “Maybe next time I should just take one of those cameras then, could just make our own movie, so every time I’m away you’ll have something. Keep you in check of exactly who this pussy belongs to”

You moaned loudly at his words and clenched around him tightly as you came on him for the third time tonight. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout!” he bit his bottom lip; tugging on your hair to lift you up.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his pace increased. With every firm thrust he sent you he smashed against your sweet spot that had you trembling “I-I caaan’t”

“You can take it though right? Wanna be big and bad every other time” he mumbled under his breath now rolling his hips into you; his pace changing to slow but deeper

“Too big” you whispered as your thighs shook. He bit his lips admiring your form before planting kisses all over your back “I want you to think of everything I just did to you the next time you touch yourself, you hear me?”

You nodded your head letting out a soft moan “Babeee, I can’t stop cumming, feel so full, feels so fucking good”

He soothed your cries with a gentle rub on your ass to calm you “I got you, just let it out, you been good like you promised”

“I love you, Neteyam! I love you soo much” you sobbed as he picked up his pace again in attempt to make both of you guys cum. His dick bullying its way all throughout your stomach, hitting all of the right places.

“I love you sooo much more, beautiful. Cum all over this dick, you deserve it” he spoke softly tightening his grip on your hair.

You came with a cry of his name, your jaw dropping as pleasure washed over you for the fifth time in a row. Your body slowly giving up on you, but a smile was plastered on your face as you got what you’ve desperately been wanting.

“Shiiit” he whimpered as your juices ran down your body getting his cock wetter than before; the position you were in not helping at all as he looked down before suddenly busting his load inside of you.

You hummed in satisfaction as you rolled your hips back towards his still ones, letting the moment die down peacefully. As exhaustion washed over the both of you, it was time to cuddle up. Neteyam got up to go across the room to clean you up with gentleness and care. You even cleaned him up aswell leading to you guys being extra lovey dovey with one another.

The two of you were inseparable. Now finally settled in your shared home, in bed, peacefully. Your queues now connected together as you guys let your minds speak to each other, letting the other know how much they were loved.

In the end it was all worth it…

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SUMMARY౨ৎ Being in Formula One has never been easy for Logan since he joined. At first, it was a childhood dream but now, his childhood dream is slipping away into a nightmare. The constant criticism, mistreatment by his team, being ignored by others, is especially getting into his head. But you are here to help him through these tough times…by less acceptable ways than others. Safe to say to not mess with his very overprotective girlfriend because something you say against him, might be the last..

PAIRING ౨ৎ Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ reader is very overprotective of logan (and by that, i mean she goes after anyone that doesn’t give constructive criticism),

A/N ౨ৎ ugh i love logan sm and i hate what’s happening to him :( i really hope that if kimi antonelli ever joins now that the age has been lowered again, that they don’t rush him like what they did to logan. There wasn’t any specific way to do this fic so i did my personal spin on it.

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username22 mom is on her way to support dad 😋 !

y/n_l/n yes i am!!

username23 MELBOURNE!! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN THE PADDOCK 🥹🥹

y/n_l/n AHHHH ME TOO LOVELY!!

username24 say hello to logan for us, let him know that people definitely care about him and how amazing he is ❤️

y/n_l/n omg 🥹🥹 i’ll spread the word! he’ll be so happy 🩷

username25 logan sucks ass as a driver

y/n_l/n y’know what else sucked? your mom on my dick last night

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y/n_l/n Look at my Logie Bear and think about what you did @ williamsracing & @ alexalbon .

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williamsracing ✔︎ don’t blame admin for this… 😓😓

→ username1 FREE WILLIAMS ADMIN!!

username2 HELP THE FISH PHOTO 😭😭

→ username3 bro is too american → username4 @ username he is THE florida man → y/n_l/n listen, he was very proud of his fish that he caught.

logansargeant ✔︎ did you really have to choose those photos of me 😞

→ y/n_l/n i did you look like a cutie :( → logansargeant ✔︎ 🥲

alexalbon ✔︎ WHAT DID I DO??

→ y/n_l/n steal his car. → alexalbon ✔︎ I DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE IT WAS A TEAM DECISION 😭 → alexalbon ✔︎ I SAID I SORRY MULTIPLE TIMES TOO → y/n_l/n ✔︎ WELL BE MORE SORRY. I EXPECT A PARAGRAPH APOLOGY TO HIM → username5 i seriously need someone that loves me as much as y/n loves and defends logan. → alexalbon ✔︎dear y/n and logan, I want to offer my sincerest apology for stealing logan’s car. It was a team decision I was forced into without my consent. it was never my intention to take your car. I hope we can still be besties. - Alexander Albon → username6 ALEXANDER IS WILD 😭

username7 photos 4-6 just being of him and y/n 🥹

username8 they are so in love 🤭

→ y/n_l/n you bet your ass in in love with this american boy.

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y/n_l/n rest and relaxation after the race where logan gets all the love he deserves :) (thanks for the photos lily and oscar 🫶)

p.s good job alex… ig 😒

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username9 TANGLED IS SUCH A PERFECT FILM TO WATCH WHAT

→ oscarpiastri ✔︎ don’t let the photos fool you, tied us down and made us watch it → lilyzneimer no we didn’t stop spreading lies :( → y/n_l/n stop making accusations.

username10 THANKS FOR THE LOGAN PHOTOS Y/N 🤭

→ y/n_l/n always ready to feed my children logan photos 🥴 → username11 oh, we ARE getting fed

oscrapiastri thanks for giving credit where credit is due 👍

username12 her caring for him after what williams did to him and logan not racing is what i needed.

username26 imagine supporting a driver that can’t even finish above 10th in racing

→ y/n_l/n blud just found about about logan and doesn’t know about his f2 an f3 wins

username27 this is why logan hasn’t won anything 😂 his gf constantly babies him

→ y/n_l/n babies? I just show more love than your gf would show your pathetic ass?

username28 i’m sorry that logan has to deal with this woman

→ y/n_l/n i’m sorry your mom doesn’t love you

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logansargeant I love my girlfriend :)

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y/n_l/n AWE LOGAN :(

y/n_l/n i love you so so so much sweet boy ❤️

→ username12 the complete 180 she does when talking to others compared to logan 😭 → y/n_l/n @ username12 is there a problem with that?? 🤨 → username13 @ y/n_l/n no ma’am.

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username15 ALEXANDER HAMILTON 😭

username16 the fact logan only got 17th and she’s celebrating like he got P1 is so cute

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username20 she’s happy that logan is happy… and that’s all that matters.

username21 i love it when people are in love

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[outtathisworld-imagines]

Manchild

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Pairing: John Walker x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive themes, swearing, no mention of Y/N, Not proofread 🥲

A.N: a lil drabble inspired by Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter because John very much gives those vibes 🥲 some of the song is incorporated into the fic 💖

Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨

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You looked at John with a bewildered, humourless smile.

He was attempting to put on coffee for the team and he was driving you fucking insane.

“Give me that,” you finally snapped and grabbed the coffee grounds. He stood frozen on the spot in an old sports jersey with a hole by the hem and grey jersey shorts. Hair slicked back, you were unsure if it was from gel or grease at this point. “How you’ve survived Earth this long I’ll never know.”

He rolled his eyes with a groan “Do you think I had time to figure out how a coffee machine works?!” He exclaimed with his hands waving in the air. “Yanno, as a veteran-“

“If you continue, I’m going to smash the coffee pot over your head.” You glared at him, the first drops of coffee starting to decant into the pot and filling your nostrils with the unmistakable smell. “I’ll teach you how to work it when your frontal lobe finally develops.” You mock slapped your forehead “Oh wait, that will be never.”

Johns eyes narrowed at you “Ha ha, so funny.” He deadpanned. “It’s a good job you’re cute…” he shamelessly flirted and you groaned in despair.

“It’s a shame you’re so sexy yet so dumb.” Your mouth and brain not connecting quickly enough to stop yourself saying that aloud and then telling each other off for letting those words that should have remained thoughts come out of your mouth so flippantly.

He had a shit-eating grin plastered over his face. “You think I’m sexy?”

“I also think you’re dumb.” You batted back and watched the machine make coffee intensely. “That I think wholly consumes you. Just radiating sheer dumbass energy.”

John loudly snorted “I may be a dumbass-“

You cut him off “Exactly! Well done for your self-realisation! The next step on your journey through life is learning how the fucking coffee machine works!”

“Uh, I was actually going to say that I may be a dumbass but at least I got a great ass.” He began creeping closer to you.

You poured out your coffee after the machine beeped to inform you it was ready. “I shouldn’t say anything until I’ve had my coffee.” You took a sip. “I’ve seen a flat sheet of paper with more curves than you.”

John smirked, a bubble of laughter leaving his throat. “C’mon, don’t be like that. You can be pissed at me all you want but don’t deny that.” He lowly spoke, biting down on his lip as the gap between you both became almost completely eradicated.

You took a long, sip of your coffee, exaggerating the noise far too much. You decided to have some harmless fun with him, toy with the super solider a little. “Hmm, seems I can’t deny it,” you finally said into your cup. “But my ass is better.” You taunted.

He felt like he was a fish looking at bait at the end of a hook.

And he bit into it.

“You got that right,” his line of sight fell to your feet and slowly back up your body. You sent him a grotesque expression and playfully pushed him away. “What?!”

“Don’t come running to me,” you warned, pointing at him. He held his hands up defensively.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” That boyish charm he had, the doe eyes, the golden retriever energy. God, you knew he was stupidly insufferable.

You weren’t so stupid to know that you had a crush on him.

You also weren’t naive to the fact he had one on you too.

You used this to your advantage however, relishing his playful flirty comments that almost sounded like they were made in jest when in fact you knew he meant them with his whole heart.

The two of you fought the worst scum in the world, but you were both too afraid to make the first move.

—•—

“My god!” You cried, bent down looking in the washing machine, the lights and whites now an awful shade of greyish-pink.

“What?” The trademark voice of the one and only John Walker behind you. You stood up and he groaned “No, bend back over.”

Your head snapped round with a furrowed, yet flattered, brow. “I- uh- shut up!” You looked back to the washing machine. “What the hell happened?! Who was doing the washing today?” You began pulling out the laundry, you knew Bob would never let something like this happen- he was too meticulous with the laundry. You knew it wasn’t Alexei- he never did the laundry. You knew it wasn’t Bucky- he was on a mission. You knew it wasn’t Ava- she had done her laundry duties this week. You knew it wasn’t Yelena- she was on dish washing this week.

Your hands pulled out a black vest top and red boxers and gripped onto them tightly.

“Oh…” John let out from under his breath. His half functioning brain never put two and two together to realise that the dye from his clothes would run on to the white fabrics.

“WALKER!” You yelled and tossed the soggy clothing at him.

He caught them effortlessly and grimaced feeling the cold, wet clothes hit his chest. You kept pulling out the laundry, your hands finding your clothes and groaning at the sight that everything would now have to be bleached back to the original colour again. You pulled out your underwear, John standing there transfixed as you unraveled it.

“Well, if you’re not happy about this you don’t have to wear any.” He, far too smugly, tried to find a resolution- one that would be more in benefit to him rather than you.

Your head almost flew off your shoulders this time you turned so fast. “Fuck you.”

He smirked “I’m game if you are…”

You had to turn away, this time a smile spreading over your face instead of a scowl at his quick wit. “So stupid,” you scoffed, scolding yourself more than him. “Yanno, I’ve got more underwear,” you decided to counter back, playing fire with fire.

John casually rested against the countertop. “Oh yeah?” He watched as you stood, still a little shorter than him. “In order to believe it, I’ll have to see it…”

The space between you both started to close in. You stopped him with a hand on his chest and a playful, soft, slap to his cheek “Oh honey, only in your wildest dreams.”

You began walking away and he laughed to himself “Yeah, those and my wettest ones too!”

He was out of your line of sight but you were still brought to a sudden halt. And then a smile appeared on your lips.

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“God how can one be so beautiful yet so dumb,” you said to him while shopping for groceries the next morning. The super solider trying to distinguish the difference between red and white onions.

John looked up to you through his lashes, a smile broke out across his face. “You think I’m beautiful.”

“I also said you were dumb.” You looked at your watch “And taking up too much time. Let’s hurry up, I don’t want to spend all day here.” You tried to grumble but in fact you would have loved spending the full day at the store with him, enjoying a little domesticated moment between you both.

John decided not to press your complimentary comments over the last few days, simply choosing to adorn them in his heart instead.

And chasing after you like a lost puppy with his tongue hanging out.

“Oh!” A thought came to John’s head as you passed the toiletry aisle “I need my five-in-one.”

You stopped with the cart in the middle of the store dumbfounded. “What do you mean a five-in-one?” You followed him down to the body care and he held out a bottle. Your jaw dropped with a mixture of sheer awe and disgust. “Walker, did your mom drop you on the head multiple times when you were a child?” You asked. “Good god have you heard of self-care? Who hurt you this much that you’ve had to resort to that.”

John placed it in the cart, much to your dismay. You both walked further down the aisle and you heard him snort with laughter.

“These are what I need.” He said, holding out a box of condoms with ‘XTRA LARGE’ virtually on every square inch the box.

He tossed them into the cart and you raised a brow, picking them back out and forcefully placing them on the shelf. “We don’t have time for this.” You warned. “Besides I’m too much of an innocent woman for this nonsense.” He blew a raspberry and threw them back in the cart. “John!”

“Fuck, love it when you use my first name,” he said in a tone that almost made you grab a wet floor sign from the impact it had on you. You tried to push those feelings to the side and put them back again. He bit down on his lip “I see how it is…” you raised a brow in silent questioning. “You want me to give you it raw.”

“Jesus!” You yelped, palms becoming suddenly sweaty gripping onto the shopping cart handle. “We need to go.” He placed his hand on top of the box in jest. “We do not need condoms!” You loudly shouted and other shoppers looked at you both, murmuring under their breaths at your outburst. You placed your head in your hand.

A moment of silence passed between you and John. “Now everyone knows we do it raw,” he said.

You groaned “We don’t even have sex!” You snappishly whispered.

“Well,” John trapped you between his body and the shopping cart. “Let’s have it then.”

“No.” You bluntly replied. “I’ve got stuff to do,” you walked on, John following after.

“I didn’t realise my name had changed to ‘stuff’.” He said with a coy grin.

You threw a bag of chips at him.

—•—

Later that same night John was eating from the same bag of chips you threw at him while watching TV, shouting out the most wildly incorrect answers at the screen. The full group shared passing glances as he yelled out another.

John turned to you, sat next to him on the sofa, the team strategically leaving that spot free solely for you.

You knew what they were attempting to do.

“Aren’t you impressed?” He asked, attempting to eat a chip and missing his mouth completely.

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Yeah…I just love an incompetent man.”

John laughed loudly, everyone’s attention on him. “Oh you won’t be saying that when I get you in my bed.”

“John!” You smacked him with a cushion.

“You will be saying that however…” he purred and you suddenly felt like your heart was exploding in your chest, your lungs were deprived of air and that your throat was closing up. “Many, many times.”

You nervously forced a laugh “He’s so so funny right guys!” You tried to mock him and smile normally at the team who were looking at you both with expressions that were equally concerned as they were disturbed.

They slowly disappeared to bed. Then it was just you and John.

You slowly turned to him. “What?” He asked with a shrugging shoulder.

The feelings inside you burst out.

“You are such a manchild.”

John laughed “You love it.”

He was painfully right. It was the smartest and most correct he had said that night and all week.

You gave in to your feelings, any and all inhibitions out of the window as you swiftly straddled his thighs, surprising him.

“You. Me. Bed. Now.”

[whizzing-fizzbee]

Darling, Dear

Sebastian Sallow x Ominis Gaunt x F!OC

Rating: Explicit 18+, MDNI (smut, profanity), all characters are adults Words: 5,333 Tags: throuple, threesome, roommates, friends to lovers, third person POV

Summary: Years ago, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt mutually agreed that the new fifth year girl was off limits, despite crushes that grew into love. Five years later, the trio of best friends has moved into a townhome together. She loves both men equally, so why not allow them both to love her back?

Notes: Thank you to the anon who requested this! My first threesome. 🥲 Anon asked for a good ol' throuple/threesome in which Sebastian and Ominis are both in love with MC and convince her to be with them both. Characters are post-Hogwarts adults.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Ominis Gaunt scowled across the room. The only thing more crimson than the tip of his glowing wand was his fury as he sensed Sebastian Sallow murmuring quietly in their mutual friend’s ear.

Nevermind the music that carried from a charmed phonograph or the clusters of bodies that chatted animatedly throughout the room; Ominis didn’t need to hear. He could feel Sebastian’s words. They were laden with flirtation and desire. 

Ominis waited until Sebastian was alone to call him out. He cornered his freckled friend near the doorway and hissed in his ear.

“We agreed she’s off limits,” Ominis growled quietly. Sebastian sighed through his nose.

“There’s nothing wrong with some harmless banter,” he murmured quietly in response. 

“Harmless banter? Seemed awfully sexually charged to me.”

Sebastian snorted. “Sexually charged? Ominis, you can’t even see. How could you possibly tell that?”

“From the way her breath hitched. From the way her back and posture straightened. From the way the heat began radiating from her.”

“You can tell all that from your wand?” Sebastian muttered. 

“Don’t test me, Sebastian,” Ominis warned. “She’s off limits. We may be in a new living situation, but our agreement from fifth year still holds.”

Ominis was referring to a mutual gentlemen’s agreement he and Sebastian had made when they were fifteen. Back then, it was all harmless, good-natured fun. They both had crushes on the new fifth-year girl, a striking beauty named Arabella Andrews. Little did they know their lives would become permanently intertwined with hers by the time their fifth year ended.

Arabella and her ancient magic entranced damn everyone to cross her path. But Sebastian and Ominis were the ones lucky enough to earn the title of her closest friends. But it was much deeper than friendship. The trio became bound by an unspeakable bond rooted in mutual love, trust and trauma.

Now, five years later, the trio remained omnipresent in one another’s lives; so much so, that they were moving under one roof. It was unorthodox and even a bit unbecoming to the outside world; two single, young men moving in with a single, young lady. But to them, it made all the sense in the world. The three could retreat to the quiet, private confines of their new home free from judgment or prying eyes.

Now an adult, Ominis had escaped his family’s cruel and overbearing clutches to become the youngest member of the Ministry of Magic Wizengamot. Sebastian, now a cursebreaker, sold his Uncle Solomon’s old cottage in Feldcroft with no intention of ever returning to such a sordid place. And Arabella had become an auror, intent on using her ancient magic for good while she acclimated to adulthood.

Finally, they were free. No more goblin rebellions or ancient relics. No more cursed relatives – Anne Sallow’s curse was lifted when Arabella killed Victor Rookwood. No more darkness to consume the light the trio so desperately wanted and deserved.

But the little unspoken agreement among two-thirds of the trio remained. Sebastian and Ominis still spent their days eyeing their female friend with far more than adolescent curiosity. Schoolboy crushes had morphed into love. Stolen glances became bedroom eyes. The gentle brush of fingers became laced with longing and lust.

It was becoming impossible for either man to ignore their irrepressible obsessions with their closest friend.

They certainly tried. Sebastian had bedded half of Hogwarts, it seemed, before he began dating Violet McDowell for two years. But she grew tired of his unconventional friendship with Arabella, impatient for a diamond ring she’d never wear, and gave him an ultimatum. Sebastian chose Arabella without a second thought. 

Meanwhile, Ominis had indulged his family’s attempts at continuing their bloodline. They arranged a handful of relationships for him, but none came to any fruition. Ominis had no desire to wed any of the women they picked; all as equally cruel and ignorant, obsessed with blood status as his parents. Once he finally split from the Gaunt family for good, he decided he had no desire to create any kin with such sinister blood.

But as Arabella’s choice of suitors seemed to become insurmountable, Sebastian and Ominis watched in agony. Men of all backgrounds and intentions tripped over their own feet for a shot at Arabella. She was objectively beautiful, but her character – so full of energy and charisma – was the magnet that made men latch onto her in any way they could. She was the Ministry’s rising star, her arrest numbers far surpassing her peers. 

She was strong, clever and sharp, interesting enough to keep people watching for more. Everyone wanted a piece of Arabella Andrews, but she was reluctant to dish herself out so sufficiently.

Her latest flame had been a professional quidditch player by the name of Alastair Wood. Wood was the Montrose Magpies’ latest hotshot, a Seeker destined to be named the league’s Rookie of the Year.

But after three months of courtship, Arabella had deemed Alastair too arrogant and selfish. She broke things off with him and merely shrugged when she delivered the news to her friends, insisting that she didn’t need a husband to complete her place in life. Instead, Arabella sought comfort from Sebastian and Ominis, which was how the trio ended up purchasing a stately three-bedroom townhome on the outskirts of Muggle London together.

“It makes perfect sense!” Arabella had declared when she first presented the idea. “I only wish we’d done it sooner. I guess the notion never came to me since we all thought Sebastian was going to marry Violet.”

Now, the boxes were all unpacked and the decorations were in place – all Arabella’s doing, of course. They were spending the evening with friends, showing off their new home while also celebrating Arabella’s 20th birthday.

She was radiant tonight, clad in a slinky dress that seemed to cling to every curve for dear life. Her hair was pinned in a half-up and she wore a simple silver necklace that once belonged to Miriam Fig. 

Sebastian and Ominis watched as she danced with Leander Prewett. Ominis’ knuckles tightened and whitened around the handle of his wand. Sebastian shifted from one foot to the other, unable to remain still as his jealousy threatened to lash out.

“Is she drunk?” Ominis asked as they listened to Arabella cackle loudly at something Leander had said. 

“No, she’s barely had any champagne, actually,” Sebastian muttered. “She’s just… happy.”

“She cannot possibly be that happy over Leander Prewett’s presence,” Ominis said bitterly. “Anyone but him.”

“At least it’s not Puffskein Duncan. Didn’t he get mauled by a Venomous Tentacula recently?” Sebastian asked.

“Something like that. Perhaps we can poison Prewett.”

“I thought we said we wouldn’t meddle in her romantic affairs.”

“We did – but I refuse to allow those affairs to include the likes of Prewett.”

“You might actually hate him more than me,” Sebastian mused. 

“Only because he thinks he has a shot with her. What were the two of you flirting about anyway?” Ominis asked curiously.

“Nothing of substance,” Sebastian answered. “Honestly, she was asking me when it would be a suitable time to kick all the guests out and I made some crass joke about her rushing people out so we could get into bed.”

Ominis chuckled. “Funny,” he said quietly as Arabella twirled from Leander to Amit Thakkar. “She’s got a room full of eager, adoring men waiting to fall at her feet, yet she just wants to sit by the fire with us every night.”

Sebastian mulled over Ominis’ words quietly, his eyes still following Arabella around the room. Ominis could sense the thoughts sloshing around in Sebastian’s brain, and he waited patiently to hear of his friend’s next grand endeavor. Nothing was ever static when it came to Sebastian Sallow.

“What if that really is all she wants?” Sebastian finally asked quietly. Ominis opened his mouth to ask for clarification, but Sebastian was already steering him away from the party. The men retreated to the bottom of the staircase, away from the music and keen partygoers.

“Sebastian, what’s this about?” Ominis sighed.

Sebastian turned to face his friend, his features narrowed into a serious expression. “You said it yourself,” Sebastian started. “She only ever wants to be around us. And you and I have only ever really wanted her. What if we could arrange all that?”

“Sebastian…” Ominis warned. He didn’t want to like where this was headed, but he was also curious… or desperate.

“Think about it,” Sebastian said, his eyes glinting with all the possibilities. “We both love her and have spent years in misery pining after her from a distance to preserve our own friendship. But what if… what if we could both have her.”

Ominis stilled. It was a preposterous proposal… right? Surely it would ruin the friendship for all three; not to mention the impropriety of such an arrangement. They’d be outcasts, judged for such barbaric behavior if people found out.

But did Ominis really care? Sebastian clearly didn’t. Sebastian didn’t have anything to lose, except Arabella. And Ominis… well, neither did he, now that he severed all ties with his family.  

Surely Arabella would care, though, right? She was popular and adored. She’d never taint her name with such lewd nonsense. But both men also knew her well enough to be sure that if there was one trait that Arabella possessed, it was the refusal to care what others think.

Maybe it wasn’t such an outlandish idea after all.

“So you’re saying we could… share her?” Ominis finally asked. “Sebastian, she’s not a toy.”

“I know that,” Sebastian said. “And we would never treat her as such. We’d both give her the love and care she deserves. And in return, we both get to have her.”

A flush crept up the back of Ominis’ neck, a rare display of nerves from the usually composed blond. “And you’d be willing to- to share her like that with me?” he asked.

“With you? Yes. With anyone else? No,” Sebastian replied simply.

Ominis considered his response. He didn’t want to admit it, but he felt the same. Sebastian adored Arabella just as much as he did. And though Sebastian had a history of royally fucking up in life, Ominis had witnessed his best friend morph from a misguided teen into a man who understood that he’d received a rare second chance at life.

Ominis didn’t trust anyone else with someone as precious to him as Arabella. But Sebastian understood that, because he loved her too.

“Even if I did agree to this, there’s no way in hell she will,” Ominis said. “She’s too…”

“Just say it, Ominis. She’s too good for the both of us and that’s the real reason neither of us has ever pursued her,” Sebastian said bluntly.

It was true. Ominis’ blood was tainted by poison – a bloodline that carried a history of hatred and harm. Sebastian’s past was contaminated by dark magic and the ultimate sin. But they were only human. Who could blame them for falling in love with someone as lively as Arabella?

But she wasn’t pure either. She’d killed too, though her sins were for the greater good of wizardkind. She’d failed to stop Sebastian amid his descent into dark magic, and it nearly ruined both of their lives. And then she chose to keep his secret rather than turn him in. She was complicit, too. She simply sinned differently from them.

All three were tarnished goods, dealt cruel cards from life’s unfair deck. 

“What if she’s horrified by such a proposal?” Ominis asked. “What if she hates us for it?”

“She could never hate us, Ominis,” Sebastian reasoned. “She loves us.”

“Still, is it worth risking our friendship?”

“We could lose her anyway,” Sebastian said. “Either we lose her for trying to love her, or we lose her to someone else. I’d rather lose her knowing I tried.”

That was the only convincing point he needed to make. Still, Ominis’ nerves made him hot and anxious. “So how do we approach the subject? And how do we… what do we… how do we do this?”

“I think we just need to outright tell her,” Sebastian said. “We don’t force her, and there’s no hard feelings if she says no. We promise to drop it and never speak of it again. And then if she agrees to it, we should establish some ground rules.”

“Rules, yes,” Ominis agreed. “Alright.”

Waiting for the party to end was excruciating. Sebastian paced next to the party table of food while Ominis sat and fidgeted on a sofa. Finally, when the last guest said farewell, both men exhaled a breath they’d been holding for hours.

“Okay,” Arabella said tactfully as she sauntered into the living room with her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong with the two of you? Something happened, didn’t it? You’ve been shying away from people all night.”

Sebastian snuck a glance at Ominis, who stared at nothing. They hadn’t discussed the finer details of their proposal, like where to start, or even when to start. Ominis decided to let Sebastian take the lead, given this was his grand idea in the first place.

“No time like the present, I guess,” Sebastian muttered. He crossed the room to hook an arm around Arabella’s waist. “Did you have a good birthday, darling?” 

“I did,” Arabella answered, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “But now I want to know what the two of you are on about.”

“We both have something to discuss with you,” Sebastian said. “It’s a… birthday surprise, if you will. It’s in your bedroom.”

Sebastian wasn’t sure where this sudden surge in nerves came from. Perhaps it was the enticing dress Arabella was wearing, or maybe it was because he’d had an extra glass of champagne. 

“My bedroom?” Arabella mused. “Sebastian, if you wanted to get me in bed, all you had to do was ask.”

“Precisely, my darling.”

Ominis nearly laughed at the irony of it all. Instead, he swayed nervously in his seat as Arabella’s cheeks flushed.

“Sebastian, what’s this about?”

“Perhaps we should sit,” Sebastian suggested, guiding Arabella to the sofa next to Ominis. She became wedged between the two men once Sebastian sat on her other side, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Arabella continued to appear baffled by their behavior.

“You know we love you, right?” Sebastian asked softly, one hand resting on top of Arabella’s.

“Of course,” she replied. “And I love the two of you as well.”

“But you know we really love you, right? More than just as kindred spirits or fellow Slytherins?” Sebastian continued.

“Wh-what do you mean?” 

“We’re in love with you,” Sebastian answered. “Both of us. Equally.”

“Wh-what? Are you drunk?” Arabella asked incredulously.

“No, my dear,” Ominis finally interjected. “We’re both very sober and probably very big fools for this.”

“You’re in on this too?” Arabella asked. Ominis nodded.

“We were thinking,” Sebastian pressed. “We’re both in love with you and you don’t seem to be too enthralled by any of your suitors. And now that we’re all three under one roof, we just thought maybe this would be a good chance to explore more depths to our relationship.”

“Our relationship?” Arabella deadpanned. “As in, the three of us?”

“Yes, darling.”

Arabella blinked as the weight of the suggestion settled within her. “And you’re being serious?”

“Absolutely. We talked, and we’re tired of watching these other blokes waste their time and yours. We both love you and are willing to share that love with you – equally,” Sebastian explained.

“You want to share me,” Arabella said, her bashful cheeks now crimson. “As my lovers… You both want to share me in a relationship.”

“Only as much as you want to be shared, dear,” Ominis assured. “And only as much as you want to give. You call the shots here.”

“I call the shots,” Arabella repeated slowly, each of her emotions clashing for control. 

She didn’t know what to make of such an unusual, unforeseen proposal. Never in her wildest fantasies had she envisioned the notion of having both men she loved. In her daydreams, they took turns as her lover. Having them both had seemed so forbidden – until now.

The heat emanating from the fireplace could only be rivaled by the heat spreading between Arabella’s legs. 

“So the two of you… you’d share me as lovers,” Arabella said carefully. “Like in the bedroom and in life?” Both men nodded their confirmations. “And you’re okay with that – with sharing? I mean, Sebastian, I know you can get jealous-”

“If it was anyone else, the answer would be no,” Sebastian cut in. “But I trust Ominis. The two of you are the only people I trust.”

“And vice-versa,” Ominis added.

“And me too,” Arabella admitted. “I only trust the two of you… and I only love the two of you. I just never thought I could have you both, so it seemed easier to refrain.”

“We understand what you mean,” Ominis said. “We made a deal our fifth year that you were off limits. But now… now it’s becoming impossible.”

“And we promise we’ll stop the moment you say so,” Sebastian said. “In bed and in this arrangement as a whole. We won’t do anything you don’t want. But if you want us both, we’re both willing to be yours.”

Arabella’s breath hitched. The two men she loved and desired were both offering themselves to her in any way she wanted. The power was more alluring than any ancient magic.

“Okay,” she breathed. The fireplace crackled with renewed life. “When do we start?”

“That’s up to you,” Sebastian said gently, though his hands were shaking and his chest heaved with bewildered excitement. She was actually saying yes, he realized.

Arabella shifted in her seat, her thighs pressed together to address the ache between them. Sebastian and Ominis waited with bated breath.

“Can we start now? I mean, it is my birthday, after all.”

Sebastian was on his feet without hesitation. Ominis, still stunned by her willingness to be split between two men, rose slowly as Arabella giggled.

“My room, then?” she asked.

“Whatever you want, dear,” Ominis replied.

When the trio reached the bottom of the staircase, they stopped and shared a glance.

“Sebastian, you’ll go first,” Arabella ordered. “Up the stairs, and with me.”

Sebastian nearly tripped on the first step. “R-Really?”

“Yes,” Arabella said as she followed him, taking Ominis’ hand to guide him behind herself. “You’re the impatient one. I fear if you go second, you won’t make it.”

Sebastian huffed with indignation but the glint in his eye revealed his excitement. Ominis remained quiet as his brain continued to process the absurd scene unfolding among them. He smiled quietly as he trailed behind Arabella.

Once they reached her bedroom, Arabella motioned the men to the bed. She sat between them on the edge, her heart pumping into overdrive as they both stared at her with lust.

“Undress me,” she whispered.

Both men reached for a dress strap, slipping one strap off her shoulders in unison. The neckline of her dress dipped, revealing her plush, full breasts. Sebastian exhaled audibly at the sight while Ominis patiently waited.

“Ominis,” Arabella said softly as she reached for his hand with understanding. He couldn’t see her beauty but he could feel it. She placed the palm of his hand against her breast as he held his breath. She was so soft and warm, like fresh linens drying in the sunlight on laundry day. 

Sebastian, ever the impatient one, cupped her other breast and leaned in to kiss her neck. A tiny moan escaped Arabella’s lips as her eyes fell shut and she allowed the two men to grow familiar with her skin.

None of them had ever done anything like this, but it was clear they trusted each other enough to join hands and dive headfirst together.

“I want the two of you to prove how devoted you are to this,” she ordered as she shifted backward onto the bed until she was resting among the pile of pillows. “Show me how much you care.”

She looked regal, like a queen awaiting attention. Sebastian and Ominis shared a glance, though Ominis, whose wand remained in his hand, could already sense what Sebastian was feeling. He nodded at Sebastian, who sprang into action.

Sebastian went straight for Arabella’s lips, laying next to her as he kissed her. His tongue pried its way into her mouth as Ominis decided to take charge in his own way. He wanted to be the first to taste her.

Ominis peeled Arabella’s dress down past her hips and over her knees until it went forgotten at the foot of the bed, soon followed by her panties. While Sebastian showered her breasts with kisses, Ominis pressed his lips in a line from her hips to her inner thigh as he positioned himself between them.

His thumbs ran gentle circles over her thighs as he savored the velvet feel of her skin. She cried out the moment his tongue made contact with her entrance.

Ominis had merely meant to taste her first, but he couldn’t help himself. His tongue sank within her folds and he hummed his approval. He hooked his hands around her thighs as he dipped his tongue in and out of her cunt, drawing patterns across her clit until Arabella’s moans occupied her lips.

As a result, Sebastian used his own mouth to target her breasts. He palmed the erection that strained inside his trousers as he sucked gently on her nipple. He gazed lovingly down at her as she bucked her hips against Ominis with a sharp whimper.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he praised. “We’re going to show you how much we love you.”

As her moans chorused higher, Sebastian placed a hand to her neck, his fingers pressing gently. The pressure from his hand mirrored the mounting pressure within Arabella’s cunt. She moaned, the vibrations from her throat coursing across the palm of Sebastian’s hand. He squeezed tighter.

“Let me know if it’s too much, darling,” he ordered. He watched as Ominis continued to work between her legs. “I want to watch you fall apart before I fuck you.”

Sebastian’s hand vacated Arabella’s neck just long enough for him to unzip his trousers. He kicked them off with his boxers and left them in a haphazard heap on the floor as he gripped his erection.

“I reckon you’re just about ready to come, darling,” Sebastian said. “Tell me, do you want me to choke you with my fingers or my cock as you come?”

Arabella reached for his cock. Sebastian grinned as he knelt above her and nudged his cock into her mouth. Her lips sucked hard around his tip while she used a hand to stroke his shaft.

“Just like that,” Sebastian mewed as he watched her lips glide around him.

Ominis listened to the sinful sounds of sucking above him, his own erection digging into the bed covers. His fingers pressed harder into the backs of Arabella’s thighs, his tongue flattening and prodding against her clit in steady swipes.

Arabella hummed around Sebastian’s cock, a pitchy whine escaping her throat to signal her approaching climax. Sebastian didn’t know where to look; her brown doe eyes staring up at him; her pink lips wrapped and working around his hard cock; her slick folds grinding against Ominis’ tongue; it was all such a vision – a masterpiece painted just for him to see.

The coil inside Arabella’s core had tightened fully, a ticking time clock waiting to spring apart. When it finally did, Arabella gasped around Sebastian’s cock, her back arching off the bed as Ominis’ tongue triggered the release. Her arousal seeped from her entrance and Ominis groaned as he tasted the fruits of his labor.

The view of her orgasm sent pulsing waves through Sebastian’s cock. He pulled it from her mouth and stood, desperate for his turn. Ominis pulled himself away from her thighs and the men switched places. 

“My god,” Sebastian breathed as he stroked himself above Arabella, taking in the scene beneath him. Her flushed cheeks, hard nipples and soaked entrance was sin incarnate. “You are so fucking beautiful. Are you ready, darling?”

Arabella nodded as she gently pumped a hand over Ominis’ cock. He grunted at the sensation as Sebastian lined himself against Arabella’s entrance. He hissed as his tip dipped slowly into her folds.

“How are you so fucking wet?” he growled.

“My bad,” Ominis quipped. Sebastian barked a laugh but his eyes became dark and serious as his attention returned to the tight heat swallowing his cock.

Sebastian held his breath as he continued to sink into her. Arabella’s walls stretched around him, compressing his cock with wet, searing flesh. It was better than Sebastian could ever have imagined from the quiet solitude of his own bedroom.

Arabella moaned at the intrusion within her cunt. “Sebastian, you feel so good,” she breathed. Those words alone could have made Sebastian come.

Instead, he grit his teeth and thrust forward until he was fully sheathed, the tip of his cock meeting Arabella’s innermost core. Meanwhile, Ominis squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of Arabella’s mouth gripping his cock.

“You’re so good at this, dear,” he praised.

Sebastian groaned, torn between the absolute thrill of claiming Arabella and the desire to prolong it. It was too good – she was too good.

But he had vowed to prove to her how much he loved her, and to him, that meant he’d make her eyes roll back into her head and scream his name.

Sebastian gripped her hips hard, hopeful his hands would leave covert bruises only she and him would ever see. He snapped his own hips at a rhythmic pace as he studied Arabella’s face for confirmation she was enjoying herself.

The carol of moans that erupted from her lips was all the security he needed. He slammed hard against her, the smack sending ripples up her skin as his cock pounded her walls. She clenched them as tightly as she could manage, her cunt still swollen from her previous orgasm. 

“I need to feel you come on my cock,” Sebastian begged. It was the only plea he’d ask of her that night. She could call all the other shots, make him crawl on his knees before he came himself; hell, he’d even finish on the fucking floor if she asked him, but he had to know how it felt to make her fall apart.

“Please,” Arabella whispered until Ominis’ cock forced itself into her mouth again. She gurgled around it as Ominis thrust against her cheek, his tip connecting with the back of her throat. The obscene sound stirred something filthy in them both.

“Sebastian,” Ominis begged. “Hurry up.”

Sebastian nodded in understanding. He pumped hard as his cock speared Arabella’s core, pressing upward into her softest spot as her slickness added more sound to the trio’s sinful symphony. 

“Oh fuck,” she wailed, the bed covers balled into her fist. “Sebastian, you’re going to make me come.”

Her passage tightened around Sebastian’s cock as she willed her body into compliance, begging it to submit to her desperate desire. She wanted nothing more than to come undone for Sebastian. Finally, her core began to contract, pulling around Sebastian’s cock until it gave out, spasming as she screamed out his name.

“Ah, shit,” Sebastian groaned as her twitching heat stroked the tip of his cock. He jerked his cock from her just in time to spill his release. It splattered across her stomach as Arabella’s body slackened beneath him.

Sebastian remained on his knees, catching his breath between her legs until Ominis grunted with Arabella’s lips still wrapped around him.

“Ominis, switch places with me,” Arabella breathed. “I want to be on top of you.”

Ominis obeyed without protest, laying his body across the bed as Arabella climbed on top of him. Sebastian admired her form as she straddled their friend, her folds gliding around Ominis’ cock as she impaled herself on him. 

Arabella’s eyes fluttered shut as her body adjusted to Ominis. She moaned as she rocked around him, the arousal from her previous climaxes clinging to his cock. He’d never experienced someone so wet.

“She’s a fucking vision,” Sebastian said as Arabella began to bounce. He watched her breasts jiggle with every movement, his release still trickling down her stomach. It was enough to make his cock twitch again.

Arabella tossed her head and moaned as she used Ominis’ cock to grind into her front wall. Ominis held her hips, his jaw clenched with conviction as he remained determined to feel her fuck herself to another orgasm. He needed to feel the surge of her spent cunt and the twitch of her thighs against his torso.

“So fucking pretty,” Sebastian said as he moved toward Arabella to kneel behind her. He kissed her neck and shoulders as he pulled her arms backward, pinning them behind her back. She moaned as she continued to ride Ominis with an arched back, Sebastian’s chest pressed against her as his teeth gently nipped at her neck. 

Sebastian reached around her to rub circles into her clit, one hand still keeping her wrists secured behind her back. 

“Come on now,” he encouraged. “Let’s hear how loud you are for Ominis. He’s been so patient.”

Arabella nodded in submission, her hips still rising and falling as Ominis’ cock coaxed that blissful spot inside her and Sebastian’s fingers set fire to her bundle of nerves. She could feel the familiar tightening of her deepest spot dueling the searing sensations over her clit. The whine that fell from her lips swelled into a full-blown shout as the pressure broke and she fluttered around Ominis.

He finally let go too, his typical poise dissolving as his hands throttled her hips and he spilled inside her. 

Arabella slumped on top of him to catch her breath as Ominis stilled, the reality of their actions creeping clarity back into his brain. Meanwhile, Sebastian flopped himself facedown onto the bed. 

“Come here, darling,” he said as he rolled over with a hand extended toward Arabella. He helped her climb off of Ominis until she had nestled herself between them on the bed, the fingers of one hand intertwined with Ominis’, the other arm flung across Sebastian’s bare chest.

The trio stared at the ceiling, each one waiting on someone else to break the silence. Per usual, it was Sebastian.

“Everyone alright?” he murmured into Arabella’s wild hair.

“Alright,” came a unison reply.

Sebastian smirked to himself, satisfied by a flood of post-sex serotonin. “So, who wants to be the first to admit this was a brilliant idea?” he asked.

Arabella let out a soft giggle while Ominis rolled his eyes. “I suppose you’ve had worse ideas,” he responded carefully. “But we do need to come up with some ground rules for all this… if Arabella wants to continue, that is.”

“Yeah, no pressure, darling,” Sebastian added.

Arabella smiled with sleepy eyes. “My only ground rule is we get a bigger bed,” she said.

“Deal,” the men agreed together.

“And we should probably agree that we’re all three in this together,” Sebastian noted. “Meaning no one gets left out, ever.”

“Agreed,” Arabella and Ominis chimed.

“And we must vow to always be open and honest with each other,” Ominis said. “No secrets or jealousy or suppressed feelings.”

“Suppressed feelings? Us?” Arabella mused. All three laughed. “But seriously, why didn’t you two ever say something?”

“A lot of reasons, darling,” Sebastian answered. “We didn’t want to get in the way of each other and we didn’t want you to come between us. Plus, you’re… you just deserve the world and we don’t ever want to hold you back from that.”

Arabella smiled and squeezed Ominis' hand as she ran playful fingers through Sebastian’s tousled hair. “You boys are my world.”

[rizzanon]

Heyy how are you?

helloo!! using this ask to answer everyone who’s been asking for my wellbeing these past two weeks! i’ve been doing alright!!

ramadan this year was just a little more tiring that usual and i didn’t really have the motivation to go and answer my inbox these past few weeks so that would explain my inactivity lol 😅🥲 (so sorry for those who sent in asks 😭)

but that doesn’t mean i haven’t been thinking about undoing fate and batfam feb (if we can call it that still 💀 it’s almost april oh my days)

that being said, i officially won’t be back until april at best, it’s exam season again and i totally flopped my H2 chem paper (fucking hate organic chem so much)

i’ve already drafted all of the works i planned to post during batfam feb, but some are still not finished yet—i’m planning to multi drop them when i’m freed from the shackles of exams 😭😓

and undoing fate chapter 8 and 9 (yes 9 🙂‍↕️) will be dropping sometime in april (mid april latest)

so stay tuned!

that being said, incase you guys want to know what i’ve been doing (other than racking my brains for exams 💀), just click below the cut.

was super hyped for invincible season 3 and i loved every bit of it (rexsplode you will be missed dearly—it should have been immortal 💀) and i absolutely loved marks black and blue suit (we gotta love our graysons and their redheads 🥰🤗)

and because i kinda got back into my invincible hyperfixation, i can’t help but think of regressor! sister grayson—you’re a year younger than mark here(but technically i wouldn’t call this version a regressor, just someone who regressed once and used it to her full advantage) and have been exploiting my sideblog to test it out a bit… (these are privated lol)

got the motivation when i rewatched season two and remembered angstrom mentioning how in quite a few dimensions, debbie joined nolan and mark in their conquering, so take it that in her first life, she came from such a dimension, but when she regressed, she found herself in the current dimension that we know of… somewhat.

i completely understand if yall think this is probably more of an oc than a x reader type but yes this was kind of self-indulgent and still a wip lol

that being said, i also made some other platonic aus—if there is a batsis au, there must be a supersis au too! 🤭

probably won’t be a series, just some fluff works surrounding this au lol

and i’ve been delving into the actual comics for arrowfam and green lantern corp as well so i can’t help but imagine…

of course once again, this might be very self-indulgent and probably more of an oc than x reader, but i can’t get this idea out of my head until i write it all out 😓🫣 (incase you can’t tell all these ss are just snippets and i’ve written a lot more in my sideblog posts lol)

there’s still that one bruce wayne x childhood friend! reader slow burn fic that i have in my drafts that’s 90% done as well as another work i’m working on… so yes, i’ll most definitely be spoiling you guys in april 🤗🤫

ALSO THANK YOU FOR 2.5K FOLLOWERS WHATT that’s insane 😭🫶🫶

i think that’s mainly it 😅

oh

i also got addicted to dc dark legions 😓💀

still learning the meta behind these but i didn’t expect myself to fall in so deep 😭

red hood is still one of my best characters (he should have been red but thank god he’s yellow, because he’s been carrying my team, along with mera lol)

hate the fact that my beloved nightwing is so hard to get though 😭 so yup, that’s about it! let me know what yall think about the few teasers i dropped lol)

[mia-maybank]

I'd love to see a fic of reader being shy and Arthurtv sweeping her off her feet with his charm

Aquarium Dates and Milkshakes- Arthur TV

Arthur Tv x Fem!reader (1.6k words)

I'M FINALLY FREE FROM A LEVEL EXAMS WOOHOO AND I SAW ARTHUR HILL AND JAMES MARRIOTT LIVE ON SUNDAY (never recovering ever) and I've had a few Arthur requests so I thought I'd get one out before I post part 4 of my George series (which will be out tomorrow , I'm so sorry that its taken a while 🥲 my mental health has not been mental healthing recently which is honestly rude of it).

Also I used the same taglist as my George series one so if you only want to be tagged in that and not all of my ukyt works just lmk!!

warnings: pure fluff :)

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I pull up outside of Chris' apartment block, a mix of apprehension and excitement flowing through my veins and wrapping around my heart, providing an adrenaline rush that left me both breathless and energetic. I wasn't usually one for meeting new people, especially not this spontaneously, but after moving to the same part of London as my younger brother Chris, he had insisted that I meet his close-knit group of friends that I had heard so much about (to the point that throwing pillows at him in our family home in order to cut off his loving rambling for them had become common), I had coaxed myself into accepting the invitation.

I was regretting that decision, however, as my ever-persisting anxiety caught up with me, churning in my stomach sickeningly. No y/n, pull yourself together, you can do this I coax myself mentally, staring down the black apartment door like it has personally offended me.

My internal spiral is soon interrupted by the click of the door and the appearance of a familiar blonde. "Thought you might be out here overthinking your life decisions" Chris grins, pulling me into a warm hug that I melt in to. I have missed my brother, as annoying as he can be at times, and it is one of the positives of having moved across the city.

"In my defence I didn't mean to be out there for so long, just got lost in my head I guess" I scratch the back of my neck sheepishly, following Chris into the hallway of his home.

"Yeah, yeah, stuck in your fairy world again" Chris teases lightly, ruffling my hair before skipping ahead to avoid my retaliating whack of his forehead.

"Oi, you four-foot nothing twat-" I begin before 4 men emerge from the living room, clearly having been alerted to our arrival by our arguing. I take in Chris' friend group; two mulleted men that I recognised from my brother's videos to be George and Bach, flanked by the two Arthur's, although one caught my gaze in particular. Soft brown eyes met my own, inquisitive and gentle, paired with a kind yet teasing smile that made my cheeks warm.

“Arthur squared, George and Bach” Chris introduces, pointing at each of the individuals as I receive enthusiastic waves and reassuring smiles. Arthur (I’m gonna call Arthur TV ‘Arthur’ and Arthur Hill ‘Hill’ from this point onwards to avoid confusion) steps forwards and shakes my hand, which causes the other boys to giggle but makes me smile as it just adds to him charming nature. His hand is soft and warm in my own, a steady grounding presence, and I hold on for slightly longer than necessary before remembering my brother is beside me and quickly letting go.

“Boys, this is yn, aka the demon my mother raised from hell” Chris declares dramatically, causing me to roll my eyes.

“You're just bitter that I’m one year older and 1 foot taller than you” I tease back, causing the other boys to let out low ooos.

“She got you there Chris” Arthur laughs, whilst George makes fun of Chris expression, as he does look like a toddler on the cusp of a tantrum.

We eventually head out, and I can’t help but naturally fall behind the others, my shy nature taking over once more and choking up my ability to speak.

I nearly don’t notice when somebody falls back to stay in step with me until their arm brushes mine I tear my gaze from the floor, startled, meeting the earnest, deer-like eyes of Arthur.

"So how are you finding London?" he sounds genuinely interested, gazing at me with a gentle sparkle in his eyes that makes me blush.

"Oh..well it's big, that's for sure" I answer, mentally facepalming at my vanilla answer. Big? Really? You've moved to the capital of England and are being asked about it by a cute guy and the only answer you have is big? I mentally scold myself, but once again his voice pulls me out my mental spiral, like human medicine to my shyness.

"That's true" he smiles kindly "when I first moved here I found it so overwhelming, but you get used to it."

"I sure hope so, I've gotten lost an embarrassing amount already" I groan, and he laughs, the sound warm and full of boyish joy.

"Well, I'm happy to be your personal tour guide for a day, show you all the special hidden spots that Chris would kill me if he knew I was telling anyone about" he bumps my shoulder, grinning.

"For free? Really? The one thing I've learnt about London is that nothing's for free" I joke, and his smile widens as he realises I'm becoming more comfortable with him.

"I'd take repayment in the form of southern comfort or you letting me take you to the natural history museum and you listening to me info dump for 6 hours straight".

I perk up that. "Only if you let me take you a greek exhibition sometime and let me infodump about mythology for 6 hours" I offer up and he turns to me, clearly shocked that I seem so onboard with the idea.

"Wait, you would seriously come with me? Most of the others, including your brother, run in the opposite direction when I start listing historical facts" he says.

"Of course I would, that honestly sounds like my dream day out" I admit shyly, still slightly scared of being judged for having nerdy interests, but the way his face lights up like an excited golden retriever instantly reassures me, and we continue talking about our niche interests the entire 25-minute walk to the aquarium, to the point that I notice Chris staring back at us suspiciously whilst George and Hill exchange smug grins; I can't blame Chris for being suspicious however, as I did grow up with the reputation of being the introverted member of the family who struggled to hold more than a 5 minute conversation with friends, never mind a 25 minute conversation with a stranger. Something about Arthur's lack of judginess and his nerdy hyperfixations that mirror mine soothe me and bring me out of my shell slowly but surely.

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"Did you know that scientists have recently discovered that jellyfish are around 700 million years old? That makes them estimately 3 times older than dinosaurs" a voice that I have quickly grown familiar to appears behind me, making me smile as I gaze at the luminescent creatures floating in the tank in front of me.

"Really?" I voice my shock, keep my eyes fixated on the fish but not missing the way his smile grows fonder as he watches my expression.

"What?" I whisper shyly, suddenly self conscious, but he only shakes his head gently, reaching out his hand to brush a fallen piece of my hair behind my ear. His touch is electric, sending shockwaves straight through my spine. Wrapped in our own bubble, we are both entirely unaware of Bach and Hill exchanging knowing glances, and George teasing Chris about how he's "lost Arthur to his own sister".

"You really like it here" he states in answer to my questioning gaze, still fully unaware of the chaos brewing behind us, more of an observation than a question.

"It's just peaceful. Reminds me that all these sea creatures have their own little lives going on and makes the universe seem less daunting somehow" I explain coyly, and his smile grows even fonder as he rests his head on my shoulder. I melt into his touch, undeterred by his touchiness as he radiates safety and comfort.

"ARTHUR FREDERICK" fills the previously tranquil aquarium, followed by a loud cackle from George. Our heads whip around to the source of the yell; Chris, of course.

"And what is going on here exactly?" he asks, half-mocking and half-serious, his gaze darting between me and Arthur with the face of a disappointed dad.

"Chris" I groan, burying my head in my hands whilst Arthur meets his gaze with a soft laugh, much less undeterred by my brothers teasing.

"Just making sure your guest is having a good time and making conversation, Christopher" he replies back cheerfully.

"Making conversation, making moves you mean" George chimes in, earning a clap on the back from Bach and a frustrated groan from Chris.

"Ignore the idiots" Arthur sighs, putting his hands over my ears as I laugh lightly, recovering from my previous embarrassment.

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After the aquarium and an ungodly amount of dating jokes from the guys, Hill suggest milkshakes and we pile into the booth of a nearby diner that George promises me is "like five guys milkshakes on steroids".

I nestle between Arthur and George, feeling a little more at home with the group now, especially thanks to the attentiveness of one particular person. As the others argue over who is ordering first, Arthur leans over to me, speaking softly.

"Today has been really fun, I'm glad Chris introduced you to us. I think he forgot to mention you're both the funnier and prettier md sibling, it's no wonder he's kept you hidden for this long" Arthur admits, and I turn quickly to him, expecting him to be joking, but finding only a raw sincerity painting his gaze.

"I'd like if...if maybe we went out another time too...just the two of us? Of course, only if you're comfortable with it don't feel pressured into saying yes-" I cute his ramble short with a reassuring smile of my own.

"Arthur Frederick, are you asking me on a date?" I ask him and he blushes a pretty shade of crimson that suits his delicate features.

"Are you okay with that?" he chokes out nervously, and I kiss his cheek gently, silently thanking the gods that the boys were still distracted by their argument and hadn't interrupted our moment. His smile widens at the gesture and the blush creeps up to his ears.

"I'd love that, Arthur."

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your cherry flavored kisses - choi seungcheol

member | basketball player!seungcheol x student medic!reader ft. the rest of svt

genre | fluff, high school!au, established relationship!au, secret dating!au(?)

word count | 2.8k

synopsis | as his mom always said, kisses are the best kind of medicine for boo-boos

warnings | cursing, kissing, minor injuries, one joke about sex, reader is a bit shy when it comes to relationships and pda, a bunch of romantic cliches but pls js let me have this one 🥲

notes | realized that i can’t write intimate scenes for shit!!!! but also happy (late) birthday to the best leader!! hope your day was full of laughter and love because you deserve all of it and more <33

The entire gym seemed to grimace collectively when Player #1 was shoved over by the opposing team member, and so did you. Choi Seungcheol, the captain and star player of your school’s varsity basketball team rolled over onto his back, clutching his knee and face scrunched up in pain. 

The stands booed when the zebra-patterned referee blew his whistle and signaled it as not a foul. Students and other on-lookers from both sides began to yell, petitioning that it was a flagrant foul, but the referee stood his ground. You and your friend Vernon ran out onto the basketball court with the stretcher as your school’s head coach tried to reason with the referee.

“Hey, hey. Seungcheol, where does it hurt?” Vernon asked as you set down the stretcher. You reached over and scooped your hands under the sweaty athlete’s shoulders, ready to lift him into the gurney. When you first joined your school’s new sports medicine and therapy program, you thought no one actually used the medical device and the school had invested in one just for show. Obviously, you now stand corrected.

“The area-” The brunette gasped for air. Every square inch of his face was glistening in sweat, the collar of his jersey absolutely soaked through. Seungcheol had been giving it his all this entire game, scoring almost 21 points and it was only halfway through the second period. This aggravated the opposing team, who were losing exponentially, enough for them to push Seungcheol over when he was dribbling down the court. “The area below my knee cap. Hurts like a bitch.”

Vernon nodded in understanding and glanced over at you. You returned his gaze with a determined nod of your head and the two of you gently lifted shifted him onto the carrier. 

“Sorry. Would try to help but-” Seungcheol’s words were cut off with a loud groan. “Can’t. Right now.”

You tightened your lips at the sight of his face stricken with pain and with the help of Vernon, heaved him up and carried the injured player out of the gym to the nurse’s office.

Once Seungcheol was laid down on a cot, Vernon ran off to find Ms. Jung, the school nurse who had momentarily left her post to “get some fresh air” while you looked for an ice pack. As soon your friend left the room, Seungcheol grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer from where he was lying down, forcing you to sit on the edge of the cot he was lying on.

You rolled your eyes and tried to pull away but he kept an iron grip on your wrist as he tried his best to make eye contact with you. “Are you mad at me?” He asked with a small pout.

“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” You huffed, refusing to face his direction. From where he was lying, Seungcheol could catch a glimpse of your side profile. Your lips were jutted out into a firm pout and your cheeks puffed out. 

“I’m sorry, love. I tried to take it easy but you know how I get-”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I just… don’t like seeing you get hurt,” You said, in a much softer voice this time. “Damn you and your competitiveness. It doesn’t hurt to lose sometimes, you know.”

Seungcheol smiled when you turned around to finally face him. “Look at me, I’m all fine! I was just fibbing on the court to- OW WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Your boyfriend yelled out in pain when you poked at his knee, right below the kneecap where he said it was hurting earlier. “Fibbing, my ass. Stay here while I get an ice pack.”

Seungcheol whimpered in pain, rolling around on his back with his arms clenched around his leg while you searched through the mini freezer. He watched from behind, staring at your hunched over form. Despite the extreme pain he was currently feeling, he felt a warm feeling blossom in his chest that spread throughout his body all the way past his limbs to the tips of his fingers. God, he cared for you so much.

“Here, I think we ran out of ice packs so you have to use this bag of peas,” You came back with half a bag of iced peas, offering it to your boyfriend who looked up at you with teary heart eyes. 

(FYI, they were only teary because he was in immense pain.)

After sitting up, Seungcheol accepted the makeshift ice pack and pressed to his knee, knowing how to treat his injuries better than you or any other sports medicine and therapy student. You sat down next to him, gathering your knees close to your chest and lightly resting your head on his shoulder. It felt like your heart was going to leap out of your throat because of your close proximity.

You’ve had a crush on Choi Seungcheol for as long as you can remember. In elementary school, you found yourself drawn to him because of how he selflessly gave away all of his candy during lunch. (Looking back on it now, you might’ve been attracted to the candy not him, but that makes it sound less romantic so you like to leave that part out). In middle school, you always caught yourself staring in his direction because he was good. He excelled at whatever he did. He always knew the answers in math and shared interesting perspectives in English for a middle schooler. But he shone in gym class. Choi Seungcheol looked invincible with a ball in his hands, somehow pulling off the tacky and scratchy gym clothes that smelled like a mix of sweat and old socks. It was in eighth grade when you started doodling ‘[Name] Choi’ in the back of your math notebook before erasing frantically whenever your teacher walked by.

In high school, it was no different, except Choi Seungcheol just got really, really tall and really, really, really attractive. He was scouted into the school’s junior varsity basketball team as a freshman and became a point guard for the varsity team as a sophomore. He was completely out of your league. Choi Seungcheol was the star player of your school’s basketball team while you were just a staff member in your school’s newspaper. The closest you’ve ever gotten to Choi Seungcheol was when you assisted Seokmin in interviewing him after winning a game. 

That was, until this past summer. You were taking summer school classes to make room for sports med. and therapy in your schedule, and your seat partner was none other than Choi Seungcheol, who had failed Economics the semester before. It took you by surprise that the smartest boy you knew since third grade had failed a class, but you thought it was impressive that he even managed to take Economics as a junior. 

You found yourself bonding with the star player, joking around during class and taking turns to take naps so someone could take notes while the other slept. The system worked, and the teacher looked like they weren’t being paid enough to be there, so the two of you considered it a win. The entire summer flew by like that, talking and hanging out with Seungcheol, even outside of class. This was when you learned about his performance anxiety, his self-doubt, and the pressure he feels from not only his coach and teammates but also the rest of the school. You offered him the most comfort you could possibly muster; a few words of encouragement and a big, big hug. 

When Seungcheol asked you out on the last day of summer school, you didn’t see it coming at all. From what you knew, he only recently broke up with his past girlfriend, the captain of the cheer team. Everyone had said that they were like a match made in heaven, but evidently not, considering how messy their breakup was. But who were you to say no?

Fast forward two months, to your current situation. You guys weren’t intentionally keeping the relationship a secret, rather you were just shy and Seungcheol understood that. He promised you to wait patiently until you were ready. 

“Can I see your knee?” You asked softly. Seungcheol nodded and took off the bag of peas, revealing his now bruised knee. The skin was discolored in different shades of blue, black, dark purple, and green and you drew in a sharp breath. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

Seungcheol pouted and pointed to his cheek, where he had a small nick, probably a scratch from the other player as he fell. You smiled and cautiously brought your hand up to his face. Despite having been dating for well over 2 months, PDA still felt a bit awkward for you. You occasionally held hands and hugged, and you liked to rest your head on his broad shoulders. Seeing Seungcheol’s face this close to yours made your stomach erupt into butterflies and you could feel the heat quickly spreading up to your cheeks.

“Let’s get some ointment on this,” You left your spot and began digging through the medicine cabinets, ignoring the hot burning on the apples of your cheeks. Going through every cabinet except the one that actually held the ointment, you talked loudly to yourself and Seungcheol held back a laugh at the sight. He thought it was cute, how flustered you got at the smallest amounts of physical touch. “Here it is!”

You ceremoniously held up the treatment and bandage box up in the air with a triumphant grin and Seungcheol couldn’t help but return the smile. Sitting back down next to him, you ignored the fluttering in your stomach again as you dabbed on the ointment onto your boyfriend’s face, trying your absolute hardest not to stare into his dark, chocolate-y brown eyes or his pretty pink lips-

“[Name], sweetheart, the scratch is on the other side,” Seungcheol said softly and you wanted to dig a hole, crawl into it and stay there forever. Your lover simply chuckled at your quiet ‘sorry’. “You’re cute.”

Now you really need to dig a hole. This was getting too much for you.

“Psh. Whatever,” You mumbled under your breath as you finished applying the treatment and brought out the bandage kit. “Stay still or else I won’t finish treating you.”

Seungcheol tried his best not to move when he felt your fingers lightly grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. It tickled, and he giggled.

You bit back a smile and lightly hit him in his shoulder for laughing. “I told you not to move.” 

“I couldn’t help it! It tickles,” With a small shake of your head, you put the kit away and sat back down next to him. Seungcheol stared at you for a minute before speaking again. “[Name], I think you’re forgetting something.”

You looked at Seungcheol with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms across his chest with a pout. “Aren’t I supposed to get a lollipop for being a good patient?”

God, he was not good for your heart.

“How could I possibly forget?” With a fond smile, you handed him a bright red heart shaped candy on a stick. “You have been a good boy, have a lollipop!”

Seungcheol’s eyes twinkled at your reference to one of his favorite movies and gratefully took the candy. “Okay, now one last thing.”

“What?”

He pointed towards his injured knee. “You need to kiss it to make it feel better! It’s a part of the official medical procedure. My mom said so, and she’s a nurse.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend’s childish antics but nonetheless bent over to kiss his knee. “And when’s the last time she’s said that to you?”

Seungcheol thought about it. “When I was four or five. But it’s you, so it’s gonna work, I promise,” He beamed triumphantly and pointed towards his right wrist, where he had injured it last season. “Here too.”

Thus began a little game, where Seungcheol pointed at all of his injuries, new and old, and you would follow wherever his finger pointed to kiss it and make it feel better. It was his knee, then his wrist, his elbow, his shoulder blade, his collar, all the way up to his cheek.

Your face is inches away from Seungcheol’s and you were pretty sure he could hear your accelerating heartbeat that thrummed loudly in your chest and ears. The sudden close proximity makes your breath hitch as you glance down at the candy stick that stuck out past his pretty lips. The warmth that radiated off his body sent chills down yours as you locked eyes with him. 

You felt sick. You really, really needed to dig a hole.

With your hands fidgeting in your lap, you leaned in closer, almost feeling drawn to his presence, like a moth drawn to a light or a sailor drawn to the sweet melodies of a siren’s voice. You wondered if Seungcheol would also lead you to your demise, just like those sirens. 

He leans in even more, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. The lollipop was nowhere to be found but you could still smell the overly sweet artificial cherry flavor and you licked your lips. If you moved just the slightest bit, your lips would graze his. 

“Cheol... can I kiss you?” The words leave your mouth without thinking and you want to kick yourself. 

Seungcheol pulls away for a second to get a better look at you, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. “I’d be pretty sad if you didn’t.”

That was all the confirmation you needed before you screwed your eyes shut and pressed your lips against his. You felt your teeth knock against his and you winced, but Seungcheol didn’t seem to mind. His hands naturally find the side of your face and waist as he gently pulls you in deeper into the kiss. Your hands remain in your lap, ever fidgeting and fussing at the new feeling. 

His lips tasted like cherry. A swirling combination of the cherry flavored lollipop and his cherry flavored chapstick he always wore before his games. He claimed that his lips get chapped easily during the game when you questioned him about it once. You decided that this was your new favorite flavor. Combined with the feeling of his soft lips against yours, you wondered how you made it this far without kissing him. 

Seungcheol pulls away hesitantly, his hands still on their respective places on your cheek and waist. “Too much?”

You shake your head with a smile. “You taste like cherries. I like it.”

He took that as a sign to continue and pulled you back in. This time you were prepared and angled your face so as to not bump your teeth with his again. You smiled into the kiss, the fluttering feeling in your stomach making you feel even more giddy than before. One hand slowly made their way onto Seungcheol’s shoulder, gripping onto his jersey as his lips captured yours.

“So that’s why our captain’s been in a good mood lately.”

You basically shriek as you frantically pull away from Seungcheol, who seemed just as surprised to see his entire (sweaty) team standing by the entrance. In the front leading the group was Yoon Jeonghan, another star player who co-captained the team and Seungcheol’s best friend. He stood by the doorway with his arms crossed, an amused smirk pulling at his lips. You could see the rest of his teammates standing behind him, noticing Mingyu and Soonyoung who seemed excited out of their minds to catch their captain in love.

“Go awayyyy,” Seungcheol complained, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Go bother someone else, I was doing something!”

You heard someone mumble, “More like doing someone,” that was immediately covered up with a cough.

“I heard that, Boo Seungkwan.” 

Jeonghan uncrossed his arms and took a step back. “We all came to check up on you but it seems like you got all the kisses you need to make your boo-boo feel better. I expect you to be on that court once halftime is over!”

You basked in the silence that followed soon after the 10 rowdy boys left. Guess the cat was out of the bag then.

“... Can I seriously play after halftime?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Choi Seungcheol?!”

“Sorry, sorry! It was a joke!” A moment of silence before, “Can I kiss you again?” 

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[putschki1969]

Almost time!!

So excited!!🤗(Source)

Can’t believe this is happening!! Decided to go for the balcony seat. The view is pretty good I think. 👍 Not everything went according to plan regarding the collab items and gachas but overall I’m happy with what I got.

No cameras as far as I can tell🥲 Update 1: there WERE cameras after all (no big setup tho)!! And there‘s gonna be a broadcast it seems (on March 1st at 19:00 on CS Channe "日テレプラス" l! BANZAI🤗🤗)

Update 2: I‘m honestly so stupid, should have just looked at all the promo sheets they handed out when entering the venue😅They already had an advertisement for the broadcast so that should have made it clear from the get-go that there would be cameras 🙃

If they don’t cut off my internet access, I can occasionally post some setlist updates but we’ll see. Wanna focus on the girls and not get too distracted with other stuff🫣

Kalafina Anniversary Live @Tokyo Garden Theater White/gold dresses, similarly shaped to their FOTW black/silver dresses but with lighter fabric. Wakana’s dress looks more like her 10th Anniversary dress tho.

Setlist 1 oblivious (I cried) 2 Kizuato 3 Mirai MC 4 Hikari no Senritsu 5 storia (I cried some more) 6 ring your bell (enjoyed this so much more than usual) MC 7 Hanataba (Hi‘s choice and one of the best performances of the night) 8 Lacrimosa (a pleasant surprise) 9 Manten 10 to the beginning (found a new appreciation for this) MC 11 Kimi no Gin no Niwa~acoustic version 12 sprinter~acoustic version (so many tears) MC 13 Hyakka Ryouran 14 misterioso 15 One Light (so much fun) 16 Kyrie 17 Ongaku (epic!!) 18 heavenly blue MC 19 Alleluia (more tears🥹)

The girls appear in 💙🖤🤍(similar design to FOTW encore design, at least for Wakana and Hikaru) En1 Magia En2 Hikari Furu MC goods introduction (pamphlet only bc no time left) En3 into the world

[gakukitty]

hii! can you do a reader x heisuke first time smut? (I love your work so much btw!!)

ꕤ . first timer !

featuring . . . heisuke mashimo + cutie (afab! reader)

heisuke is a bit of a clumsy guy. it already took him a while to muster up the courage to ask you out, let alone lean in for the first kiss— which took many attempts. no, he’d rather not elaborate on that.

so, he’s even more nervous when you’re right in front of him, gaze sultry and lips parted so prettily. it’s all too much for him !! his breaths are coming out in heavy pants, his cheeks flushed a cute shade of red as his hands hesitantly grip at your hips.

“ooh,” the sounds that this man makes should really be illegal. he’s practically whining as he feels you against him; his cock pressing hard against his boxers. he needs these stupid pants off right now— but his large hands are shaking and he just doesn’t know where to start :( “please..” the poor guy doesn’t even know what he’s asking for with that, but you understand.

and it’s not long until heisuke’s clutching at your sides, a moan escaping his lips as you slowly ease yourself onto him. he doesn’t know where to grab— your hips, your waist, your cheeks, your neck? his hands are everywhere, his eyes fluttering shut once he’s fully sheathed and he really has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up into you.

“can i move? please, baby, pleeaaasee—“ he’s cut off with a roll of your hips, and heisuke is quick to move his hands to your hips. they clutch at the flesh there almost desperately, moans rolling off of his tongue as you shift slightly. the man’s barely able to comprehend what he’s doing before his hips snap up into yours, his cock reaching so deliciously deep it has your eyes rolling into the back of your skull. with every single movement it seems like he’s getting deeper and deeper; and more loud, too. he’s so overwhelmed, but in the best way possible.

he cums with the fifth stroke, his palms warm against the fat of your hips as he urges himself further into you. heisuke moans at the feeling of you around his cock, whining about how good you are. the man can’t help it as tears prick at his eyes, lips parting. sure, he’s a little whiny and a bit shy— but the man has a lot of stamina. he’s not stopping even when his throat feels scratchy.

by the end of it, his cheeks are stained with tears and his voice is nearly gone, but he still manages to whisper the words “i love you,” into your ear as your eyes shut and your body slumps against his. even with some snot dripping from his nose and wet droplets of tears clinging to his lashes, he’s wiping away any tears that you’ve got before gently laying you down. heisuke sniffles softly, lips curving into an adoring smile at the sight of you; he loves you so much. so, so much.

note - this was a little messy and unorganised i’m so sorry bae 🥲 i’ve been planning on doing first times for all the sakadays guys so i promise i’ll do better for him on that post once i get around to it <3

also , tysm ! and sorry for taking so long w this :(

© gakukitty please don’t copy my work , repost it and claim as your own , translate , or use it to train ai ♡

[airybcby]

It said requests are open so here I am 🥲 no need to do it if you're busy 😅❤️

My top song was Because by Changbin and Felix and top artist was Stray kids (I mean I was crazy about them this year but still Lana has a special place in my heart 😭💕)

Thank you for your awesome writing! 🌟✨🔥

Hi!!

if your top song was Because by Changbin and Felix, I'd pair you with...

rensuke kunigami

જ⁀♡⊹｡° i want nothing more

♡ a/n — for my spotify wrapped event - masterlist -

♡ content — rensuke kunigami x gn! reader, gn! reader, post-wildcard kunigami, manga spoilers!!!, kunigami knows he's changed, established relationship

♡ synopsis — kunigami rensuke wasn't the same as when he left, but you don't care. you'd be by his side through hell if he wanted you to be.

It’s late, and the room is quiet except for the faint hum of the heater kicking in. You’re sitting on the edge of Kunigami’s couch, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He’s barely spoken since he got back from his workout—just a clipped “I’m back,” before he disappeared to shower. Now he sits across from you, his body rigid, his sharp eyes fixed on the floor, lost in thought.

He’s different now. You knew that the moment you saw him again after Blue Lock. The warmth in his gaze had been replaced by something harder, darker. His voice, once steady and calm, now carried an edge, as if every word cost him something.

But tonight, he seems... tired. Not in the physical sense—Kunigami’s body is as strong as ever, maybe even stronger—but something inside him feels frayed, like he’s spent too long keeping it all together.

“Rensuke,” you say softly, leaning forward. He doesn’t look up. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he mutters.

You sigh. This was becoming a pattern. You’d ask, he’d deflect, and the distance between you would stretch a little further each time. But tonight, something in you snaps. You can’t let him keep shutting you out.

“It’s not nothing,” you press, your voice firmer now. “You’ve been like this for weeks—barely talking, barely looking at me. I know things are different, but—”

“They’re not different,” he cuts in sharply, his head snapping up to meet your gaze. His eyes are blazing now, frustration and something else—guilt, maybe?—swirling in them. “I’m different. And you know it.”

You stare at him, your heart aching at the weight in his words. He looks away again, his jaw clenched tight, his hands balled into fists on his knees.

“You didn’t used to be like this,” you say, your voice trembling slightly. “You used to let me in. You used to—”

“I can’t be that person anymore,” he interrupts, his voice low, almost a growl. “That person is gone. And I can’t... I can’t go back.”

The silence that follows is deafening. You feel the sting of his words like a slap, but you also see the cracks forming in his armor—the way his shoulders sag, the way his fists loosen slightly.

“Maybe you can’t go back,” you say quietly, moving to sit beside him. “But you don’t have to shut me out, Rensuke. I’m still here. I still...” You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. “I still care about you. No matter how much you’ve changed.”

He exhales sharply, like he’s been holding his breath this whole time. For a moment, you think he’s going to push you away again, but then his head drops into his hands, his fingers tangling in his hair.

“I don’t know how to do this anymore,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to be with you when I don’t even know who I am.”

Your chest tightens at the vulnerability in his words. Slowly, you reach out, your hand hovering over his shoulder before finally resting there. He flinches at the contact but doesn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to figure it out alone,” you say softly. “I’m here, Rensuke. I’ve always been here.”

For the first time in what feels like forever, he turns to look at you. His eyes are still filled with conflict, but there’s something else there now too—something softer, more familiar.

He doesn’t say anything, but the way he leans into your touch speaks volumes. It’s not a resolution, not yet. But it’s a start.

And for now, that’s enough.

wildcard kunigami i hate and love you all the same

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[killianjonesapologist]

‼️‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON 8 EPISODE 13 OF CRIMINAL MINDS‼️‼️

spencer x gn!reader, where reader goes and comforts Spencer after Maeve’s death

(very short, post-zugzwang, no use of y/n, no specific romance between Reid and reader but reader definitely has a crush on him, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of Tobias Hankel, found family trope near the end, a little cringe but cringe=happy in my book)

VERY self indulgent bc I need comfort after watching it 🥲

You knock gently on Spencer’s door, hoping he might recognize the silly knocking pattern you two had made up when you both first joined the team, a way of communicating that it was truly you who was at the door. 

He knocked back to finish the pattern, but to no avail, the door never opened. 

“Look Spence, I want you to have time to heal and be alone, but this isn’t controlled isolation by any means.” You took a deep breath to collect your thoughts on the subject at hand, “I’m here to help however you’ll let me, and I know it’s incredibly difficult to ask for help, but I know you need this.” Your voice slowly breaking down to a whisper.

“I need this..”

Your ears perk up once you hear footsteps coming towards the door, followed by the echo of a chain latch being undone. 

He squints his eyes hard as he slowly lets the bright lights of the common area seep into his dark cave of a home. He looks… tired. You could tell he hasn’t shaven in a while, and you can’t blame him. At a time like this, basic hygiene isn’t always a person first priority.

“So uh, did Penelope leave all these—“ you’re cut off by a suffocating hug from him. If there was anyone he would be willing to see right now, it’s you.

You tangled your hands into his hair and whispered comforting mantras as you held him impossibly close. He begins to softly sob into your shoulder, soaking the shirt you had borrowed from him after forgetting to bring your pajamas to a case somewhere across the state.

It may not have been a mistake that you never gave it back.

“I’m not here to tell you to be ok, or to get better, I’m here to tell you that I’m glad you’re still alive and still kicking even after something so horrible as that.” You spoke softly, providing an explanation of why you felt so compelled to visit.

“Why am I cursed?” He asked, voice barely above a whisper. You shifted to look into his cold, bloodshot eyes, giving him a small hum, signaling him to continue his train of thought.

“Sure I remember all kinds of horrors just from our job in general, but I also remember every horrible detail of my own trauma. I used to close my eyes and see-“ he chokes out a sob between sentences and you hold him closer, moving your hand to rub his back, “I used to see Tobias, and now I close my eyes and just see her.” They had made eye contact for the first time mere minutes before she got shot. 

“Even when I’m awake, that’s all I can think of.” Your heart broke with every word he uttered. 

“When was the last time you slept, Spence?”

There was a moment of silence that fell over the room, before hearing him letting out more quiet sobs.

“The day before she died.” 

It had been around half a week since it had all gone down. Spencer Reid hadn’t slept in 4 days. 

“Oh, Spencer…” you coo, placing your hands to cradle his head into your neck as he continues to cry. “We’ll get through this. Me and the whole team are here. I don’t know if you saw, but Garcia left you plenty of gift baskets outside.” You try to lighten the mood, your heart glowing as you hear a little sniff of a laugh come out of Spencer. 

“Yeah, I saw. Please tell her I said thank you.” He picks his head up and tries his best to give you a soft smile.

“Of course. We all care so much about you. We’re your family.”

The BAU felt closer to a true family than either of you had experienced. Of course, Spencer had his mother and his aunt, but it was less than a broken home. Here, you had a weird Italian grandpa, a stern widowed father, a badass uncle, and three wine aunts who you all loved so much. 

The BAU was home to both of you, you were just hoping he could find it in him to come back.

[vendetta-if]

Is Ash a yandere? Or the just like that from growing up in the Russian Mafia? No hate, they my fave 💓 lol

They definitely have qualities of being a Yandere and they were indeed first drafted up from Yandere archetype.

But then, as I get to know them better, get in their head and how they think and feel as I wrote them, I realize they can’t really be a complete Yandere because they care too much about MC 🥺

Ash will always prioritize MC’s happiness, feelings, wishes, and desires over theirs. To me, to be a Yandere, they have to be selfish in the sense that they would be willing to get the object of their obsession at all cost, even if it might not be the best for the person they obsess over or what they want.

But yeah, Ash clearly has the making of a Yandere 😆 I’d say there’s only a thin line preventing them from fully becoming one, and that is their utmost care and respect for MC.

I remember I answered a what if question about what if Ash is a Yandere 🧐 I tried to find it, but Tumblr search is near non-functional 💀😭 If anyone can find it or has the link to the post, please let me know.

But the gist of it is that Rin would be the hardest for Ash to get rid of, and Santana would be the easiest 🥲 More explained under the cut for those interested.

No shade to Santana, but they’re a nobody and they’re not the best in combat like Skylar, it would be really easy for Ash to get rid of them permanently (Noo, not my poor meow meow Santana 😭).

Skylar, it might not be as easy or even feasible to off them. But what Ash can do is just prevent them from getting with MC. Luka and Grandpa are already skeptical and distrusting of Skylar due to them being a superhero. If Ash wants to be even pettier, they can conspire with Luka to ruin Skylar’s reputation.

Rin would be the hardest, nor Ash would want to get rid of the Morozovs’ ally. They just want Rin to break up with MC. They can’t even ask Luka’s help in this, so they’ll have to be waay subtler in this endeavour.

I think at the end, what they could do is slowly undermine MC’s and Rin’s relationship insidiously by using the trust and manipulating MC’s own close relationship with them.

And yes, even the current Ash in the story is fully capable of scheming behind MC’s back—not that they need to do it so far…

[mellowquint]

Fanbinding Masters of Mayhem - a Ninjago and Lego Monkie kid crossover!!!

FINALLY after weeks of putting the project on the shelf i finally have the (motivation) free time to complete this amazing bookbind!!! Shoutout to my best friend who came to me and ask if i could bind it. So what better birthday gift than to bind her current favourite crossover story? At the time of this post i have not given the gift to her yet so fingers crossed that she likes this 🤞😖

Thank you FictionForLife_NZ for creating this absolute hilarious masterpiece!! I have been wanting to read an LMK crossover fic for the longest time and low and behold, the ao3 algorithm has answered my prayers lol. Me and best friend really love the character interaction that the Ninja’s have with the LMK crew 😂. Also the shipping!! Best friend absolutely LOVES dragonfruit but was sad that they didn’t have as much of a fandom dedication as opposed to spicynoodles. So imagine her suprised (and scream) that dragonfruit is the main pairing in the story and their many iconic moments together!! Also the climax truly had me at the edge of my seat!! And that ending?? Gosh couldn’t have asked it better myself Ninjago writers really should take notes ✍️!!! Anyways enough rambling here’s the fic if you would like to give a read, absolute 10/10

Flip through

Some close ups

also yes excuse me and my terrible phone and room lighting it did not do this book justice.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find any fanart that was related/tagged so there was no illustrations for the book. However thats when i had the idea of making the chapter title in the same font as the Ninjago font! To make it seem like every new chapter is an episode!

Also unfortunately couldn’t tag the author since i can’t find their tumblr. If any of you know if said author does have tumblr please let me know!

If you’re all curious on how i make this, i recommend going to the first bookbinding project that i did, its all the same process except with some new improvements that im gonna talk about under the cut

I definitely learned a lot from my mistakes from the last time that i did this, and of course gain new mistakes as well 🥲.

The edges aren’t trimmed

The cover isn’t aligned

The printing for the covers are garbage

Book would not lay flat, instead forever stuck at a weird 120 degree angle

Overall a lot of stuff

This was a given by the fact that i have no experience and was impatient. But since this is a gift for Best Friend ofc this has to actually look good, so here are the improvements that i made

Signature printing— i will admit it took some time and effort but after the old cannon printer finally died permanently jammed, managed to convince parents to buy a more advanced and better printer that can now do double sided printing!! No more wasted signatures from here on out 😮‍💨

Cover printing — not wanting a repeat of the last time that i did it i went to my local Officeworks to get it printed by them. Here i discovered the beauty that is known as ✨Poster Prints✨. Now all of my yellow lines and elements actually do show an pop against the darker background!! Unfortunately this does have a drawback because the prints are sensitive to any type of scratching. Not the scratch and all the colors come off way, more like the scratch it and lines will show up kind of way as you can really see in the front cover :') . Will work on improving this is future projects.

Trimming the edges — originally in book one i trimmed the edges using your typical box cutter and cut it myself. Bad BAD idea i was doomed at that moment. So imagine my surprise the Officeworks ALSO do CUTTING service!!! My jaw dropped and i immediately went back the next day with my text block and asked them if they could trim all edges. After some inspection they put it through the guillotine and all of my edges are perfectly trimmed. Saved me all the time, money, and storage.

Laying book flat — this was definitely the biggest pet peeve that I have with my first book. The way i do it now is i now put a one cm gap between the front cover, side cover and back cover. And also using the right paper (cardstock) to connect the text block with the covers. Now the book can actually fully open!!!

Cover alignment — I printed out the front and back in regular paper and use that as a template on where i wanna fold the prints to find the cover. Worked like a charm

once again shoutout to best friend for giving me the brilliant idea when making the covers!! had it not been for her to point out about clause's book of spells i would have never made the coolest cover page that I've made in my entire binding experience!! all in all im pretty dang proud of myself for being able to improve on my bookbinding skill.

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The past few weeks I was quite busy with university assignments and readings, so I have to catch up on a lot of journaling (9 spreads to be exact omg). Here’s some of the stuff I made and cut out two days ago. I won’t be able to finish all the spreads before the end of the year🥲 I like everything to be in chronological order, so I will continue to post 2024 journal spreads for a while. I hope to get through everything asap. In the meantime, I can also finally start my new journal!! I have some nice ideas brewing in my head, so I can’t wait to see how the book will become my companion in 2025.

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Rocket Collection

Hello! Yes, it is I!! The mysterious Rocket Raccoon fan that doesn’t ramble abt JazzyRocks!! I’m gonna change that!! (eventually…)

Right now I wanna show off my collection of Rocket stuff!! So it’s all gonna be under the cut just to prevent timeline clogging!!

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Okay so first and foremost, my loud and proud ROCKET SHRINE!!

I definitely want to add more, maybe even expand? I’m more of a fan of actual figurines rather than pops and thrifted mcdonald’s toys!! So my favorite thing in the shrine is the figure on the right with his scarf 😁😁😁

Plus, I’m not sure if it exists but I REALLLYYYY want ANYTHING related to his white suit in Endgame… Because, fuck, he looked so attractive in that…

Next up is the Rocket painting on my wall!!

Huge fan of this!! My best friend got it for me for my birthday!!! He is SO fucking handsome… And ofc Groot is there 💕 I want to cover my room in Rocket posters ahahhaa but this is a start, at least!

Next are a few small things!

Ohhh LEGO Rocket how I adore you. I was searching for this one for a while! I should’ve probably prefaced that I hate shipping costs so I always try and find any and all merch locally! SO WHEN I FOUND HIM IN THE LEGO STORE I WAS ELATED!!

Then another lil Rocket thing I was looking for, the Rocket TY plushie!! Keychain version, but I do have the bigger one!! I actually lost my first one on the bus and had to replace him so I’m sad abt that but at least he’s in my possession once more 🥲

Pins and bags time! I have my lovely, lovely star ita bag with two Rocket pins!! The figural one with the jetpack was a diamond in the rough at Hot Topic lmao— I can’t remember when I got him? It was before I moved back to my home state so we’ll say around 2018? Mmmyep!

Then there are my two lovely Rocket bags! I probably won’t buy anymore Rocket bags because these are the only two I like design wise 💔 But yeah! The left I got for a GREAT price!! I was so happy to see it!! The right… um. I had to ask my sister to spot me because I was SEARCHING for that bag and I would not give up 😁😁😁 BUT I GOT HIM!! He’s my favorite bag overall 💕

And FINALLY!!

My Rocket plushies! + Bullfrog!!

Ohhhh my goodness I literally want EVERY Rocket plush, I don’t care, I want them ALL and that’s my goal in life!! My favorite one is the big one with his eyes closed cuz he is such a great cuddle buddy :>

So soft too!! I recommend getting him! He was originally $30 when I got him but now target increased the price so resellers are probably the best option 🫡

Then there’s my weighted Rocket that I posted abt! He was a lot smaller than I thought he’d be but also I believe he’s Japan exclusive so I guess the pricey price makes sense?

Cuutopia Rocket right under him! He’s so squishy and cute :>

Above the weighted one is Bigfoot Rocket!! He is so stinking CUTE!

To the left is Build-A-Bear Rocket in a Cinnamoroll onesie! I got him without the actual outfit so I just put him in that and I LOVE it!!

TY Rocket plush!! So, so soft… I adore official merch by popular brands and plushies are no exception so I was so HAPPY to find him!

Wishable Rocket right next to that one! He’s so flat but my sister got him and I love the chibi style!!

Then the talking Rocket!! He stays in my bed because he can’t stand on his own haha!! But sometimes I press him and he talks and I get startled LMAO

Okay end of post!!

I LOVE YOU, ROCKET!!