#first instinct is lie to get peace for sure

[hydrosspyross]

Girl...

Not the mechanic shooting his shot via text annsnsnd'

Do i lie and say i have a boyfriend, tell the truth that i'm queer and very much not interested, or just ignore?

[sun-kissy]

Hi i was wondering if you could do a poly wolfstar fic with a fem reader where she feels left out of the relationship because they start to drifting apart which then leads to them breaking up. But then Sirius and Remus realises what they did wrong but reader just doesnt want to because shes scared they'll leave her out again.💗

hi angel! thank you for the request ♡

meant to be | poly!wolfstar

part 1 | part 2

tw: angst

poly!wolfstar x reader

You lean against the doorway, quietly observing them. Something you always seem to be doing these days. Your eyes rake over Sirius, with his legs propped up on one arm of the couch while his head lies in Remus’ lap.

Sirius laughs, and the smile Remus gives him while he strokes his hair is so full of love. It makes you wonder if Remus thought he personally strung up all the stars in the sky or something.

You try not to let it get to you but it does anyway, that same stinging sensation in your chest, as though someone had pierced your heart.

It felt silly to feel as hurt as you did. The boys were so hopelessly in love, it was endearing. They had claimed to love you the same way too just a few weeks ago. When they first proclaimed their love, it felt surreal. Perfect. But now, it felt like a chore.

Not to you, never to you. Loving them would never feel like a chore to you, you were sure of that. But what if they felt that way? What if you were just an experiment gone wrong?

Maybe you were just overthinking the whole thing. Or maybe this relationship was a mistake.

Sirius and Remus perfectly complemented each other already, it was like Remus was a container and Sirius was water. And you were the lid that just never fit right. Remus was calm, peaceful, loving. Sirius was fun, snarky, and full of affection.

What were you? Just a random girl who had the fortune of stumbling across the lovely couple.

They hadn’t done anything in particular to upset you, they never would. But it was the way they instinctively walked closer together, their fingers interlaced. The way they glanced at each other, having silent conversations you would never understand. How they seemed to know everything about the other, from every inch of his skin to every thought in his head.

It was like they could see colours you couldn’t see, speak a language you didn’t understand.

You told yourself it was fine, they had just known each other longer. They stayed in the same dorm room and took the same classes, of course they were bound to be closer.

But wasn’t that exactly the problem? Their lives were inexplicably intertwined, and it felt like you were trying to wedge yourself in. It left you feeling like the side character in your own story.

You heard your name and snapped out of your daze, blinking as you find Sirius grinning stupidly at you from where he lazed on the sofa. His expression softens when your eyes meet his. “Love, come over here! We’ve been looking for you all day.”

That was a lie, your brain screamed at you. You spotted them chatting in lessons, eating together at the Great Hall, taking a walk in the garden. They were not looking for you, it was a lie.

Remus smiles softly, beckoning you over. You will yourself to move, to go sit with your boyfriends, but it’s like your legs have turned to stone.

You silently stand there, watching them. You try to muster a smile or open your mouth to say something. But nothing comes out except for a quiet wrangled sort of noise.

Remus looks at you strangely. Sirius frowns, his eyebrows creasing. He pushes his palms down on the couch, elbows buckling as he sits up a bit. “Y/N, baby? Why don’t you come on over?”

You watch Remus gently move his fingers to Sirius’ forehead to smoothen the lines between his eyebrows, and him turning around to give the sandy-haired boy a lovesick smile. That simple action causes the last ounce of willpower in you to break.

You clench your fists to stop your hands from trembling as you suck in a deep breath, feeling the ache in your chest start to grow. Was it jealousy? Anger? Hurt?

Sirius seemed ready to move to your side right that moment, looking utterly confused as to what was wrong. But Remus kept his hand wrapped around Sirius’ bicep, a silent order to let you be.

“Angel,” Remus breathes quietly. You visibly flinch at the term of endearment, not missing the flash of hurt across his face which he quickly replaced with his usual stoicism.

Your heart was thudding so loudly you wondered if the boys could hear it. You swallow the lump in your throat, stuck between wanting to burn the bridges between you or to walk across them.

“I…” your voice comes out scratchy as you try to explain yourself. You clear your throat, watching Sirius’s frown deepen and Remus bite his lip anxiously.

“I don’t think I want to,” you say quietly, feeling your heart sink to your stomach. You knew Remus would understand, always the perceptive one. It was obvious in the way his eyes widened and his grip on Sirius loosened.

But Sirius just tilts his head, looking at you quizzically. “Okay…? You can sit on the other couch then. You can sit anywhere you want to, love.”

You wince, glancing at Remus for help. But he’s looking at you with that sad look on his face now, the one he only wears when he sees Sirius crying after receiving a letter from home, or when you show up at Hogwarts after the holidays with bruises all over. Did it really hurt him that much?

A sigh escapes you as you decide to try to be gentle with it. That’s the least you could do, after the boys had so generously let you in on their already perfect relationship. You suck in a shaky breath, mustering the courage to croak out the words.

“It’s not about the couch, Siri. I… I mean this,” you mutter, gesturing between the three of you. Immediately, your head ducks down, scared of what you’ll find if you look back up at them.

An uncomfortable silence is cast over the room, the kind that makes your skin crawl. A beat of quietness passes before you find the strength to raise your head, peeking at the boys. Sirius looks cracked open, his face a picture of anguish.

“What?” he rasps out. Remus’ features are tight with something that looks like grief, his hand ghosting over Sirius’ ankle to provide the little comfort he can.

The croakiness of his voice makes your heart feel like it’s being cleaved in two. But you knew you had to do this. For your sake, and for theirs.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you mumble in a rush, eager to get it out and not have to endure watching them in pain for too long. Sirius stays silent, his lips pursed so tight you think he might burst into tears.

“Why?” Remus asks quietly, gaze still trained onto yours as he rubs circles onto Sirius’ ankle comfortingly. “I… I don’t fit in. You guys are perfect for each other. But I just don’t fit in,” you admit, feeling guilt clawing at you. “This just isn’t working,”

“We’ll make it work,” Sirius says immediately, and the sincerity in his voice almost makes you want to concede. But you know that’s not possible. “Just… just tell us what we’re doing wrong, we’ll fix it. I swear.”

Remus nods slowly, looking at you expectantly. The hope on their faces make you feel like the worst person in the world as you give them all you have to offer - a small shake of your head.

“But love,” Sirius murmurs, his voice cracking. “Why… what… where did we mess up?”

“It wasn’t you guys,” you say immediately, even though it was. You just can’t bear to see the pain etched on the black-haired boy’s face. “It’s just not meant to be. We’re better off as friends.”

“But we love you,” Remus speaks up quietly. Sirius nods earnestly.

“I can’t,” you say, relieved that your voice comes out evenly. It’s a miracle with how hard you’re fighting to hold back tears. “I can’t do this. The both of you are always together, and I'm not blaming you for it. It’s in your nature to be together-”

“It’s in your nature to be with us too, dove,” Sirius says, the anguish in his voice leaving to make way for pure sadness.

“It’s not,” your voice coming out as a pathetic sob. “I’m not like you guys. I’m not fun, I don’t take the same classes, I don’t ever get what you mean. We’re just not right for each other.”

You think you can see something break in Remus when you utter that last sentence. Sirius bites down on his quivering lip and wraps his arms around himself, as though physically restraining himself from pulling you into a hug.

This isn’t the first time they’ve ignored what you said, isn’t the first time they didn’t respond. It happened on a daily basis, for Merlin’s sake. But this is the only time it hurt as much as it did right now.

You glance at them one last time, heart breaking at their pained expressions. But none of them say a word as you turn around and leave the room, letting you go all too easily.

Perhaps you were just not meant to be.

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Luck Runs Out |'I Love You'|

Pairing: Mabel x Reader

Summary: When your luck runs out you unknowingly drag Mabel back into the life, she's so desperate to escape.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.9k+

Main Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Epilogue

Mabel sat on her couch; her legs crossed as she scribbled down stuff in her notebook. She glanced up every few seconds to read from her laptop, which was propped up on the coffee table. She was making sure to copy down only the important information. Her grades were fine, they had been since she started, she was still anxious about falling behind, it didn’t seem like she’d ever stop feeling that way.

Mabel bit her lip, trying to keep herself from smiling when she heard her door creaking open. “Haven’t you learned you should lock this?” You asked.

Mabel leaned back, looking up from her notebook to see you standing in the doorway. You dropped your bag on the floor by the kitchen table as you made your way over to her. You rested your hand on the arm of the couch as you leaned down, seeming to intend on giving her a kiss. Mabel was quick to lean away from you, only laughing at the frown on your face.

“You didn’t miss me?” You pouted.

“I did,” Mabel said. You tried leaning in again, but Mabel was quick to put her hand up, gently resting it on your chest to stop you. “You know the rules.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and stomped your way over to the bathroom. “Sorry for missing my girlfriend and just wanting to give her a kiss!” You shouted before closing the bathroom door.

“Sorry you smell after weeks on a fishing boat!” Mabel called back. You didn’t say anything, but she knew you heard her, she could picture you standing in front of the mirror, mimicking her as you got ready to jump in the shower.

You had been gone for three weeks on a job with the guys. You seemed to really be enjoying it and got along with all the guys, even Charlie seemed to fully warm up to you. You always smelled like fish after you came home though, the first time you came back from a job Mabel had refused to kiss you because the smell was so bad. She hadn’t had to worry about that with Charlie because most of the time she didn’t see him until after he had showered, but you always came right to her place as soon as you docked.

Mabel was thrilled to have you back, she truly did miss you like crazy. She couldn’t lie though; she enjoyed the peace without you. You were great, you had been great since she met you, you made sure to spend time with her when you were home and made sure to take her out to do something at least once during the week. She just got so much done when you weren’t home, you were very good at distracting her, and when you were on a job, she could actually finish her schoolwork early and get a head start on other things.

After you were thoroughly clean and smelled of only Mabel’s soap you finally exited the bathroom, instantly plopping yourself down on the couch next to Mabel. Mabel looked at you, seeing you with your body turned towards her and your head resting on the back of the couch as you just watched her. Mabel tossed her notebook and pen on the table next to her laptop and laid back, mirroring your position.

“Hi,” you whispered.

“Hi,” she whispered back. She flicked her gaze from your eyes to your lips and back, but you were still just watching her. “What are you waiting for?”

You smiled before leaning in. Mabel was quick to meet your lips, as if on instinct she grabbed the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. When she finally broke the kiss the two of you went back to your same position, just looking at each other. Mabel gently ran her hands through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp until you slowly closed your eyes. Whenever you got home after a job you showered, gave Mabel her kiss, and then passed out somewhere. Most of the time it was on the couch, like now, as Mabel did her schoolwork.

The rest of the week went by like it always did when you were home. Mabel would go to class, come home and do her homework, you’d spend the day working on your boat, and then at night you’d come home, if Mabel didn’t have to come get you, and the two of you would have dinner together. Mabel wasn’t sure how you did it, your schedule was already crazy, then when you were home, you were working on the sailboat you got from sunrise to sunset, and yet you still made time for Mabel, you still somehow surprised her, taking her on little dates or just taking her to experience something new in general.

You had enough money to buy a brand-new sailboat, but you went with a fixer upper. Mabel wasn’t sure why you’d want to spend time working on a boat instead of sailing on it, but you said you wanted it to be fully yours. Mabel was with you when you bought it from the guy, it was practically love at first sight and you spent most of your time with the thing, painting it and changing certain things out to something new. Mabel admired the commitment; she might have thought it would be easier to just buy a new one, but she understood your desire to basically get one that needed work so you could do whatever you wanted to it and make it exactly how you wanted.

Finally at the end of the week Mabel burst through the door, tossing her bag onto the kitchen table before walking straight to her bed and flopping down face first. It felt like she had just closed her eyes when you burst through the door. You were either in a rush or excited based on the sound of the door flying back and smacking the wall.

“Great!” you said. Excited, you were definitely excited about something. “You’re home!” Mabel only let out a groan, you might have been excited, but she was tired. “I have a surprise!”

“Is it a nap?” Mabel asked, her voice getting muffled by the mattress as she was too tired to even lift her head.

You didn’t answer her, but Mabel heard you shuffled around then she felt the bed dip next to her. She managed to turn her head so she could look up at you. You had one hand rested on the mattress and you leaned back, her sleepiness not seeming to deter your excitement in the slightest.

“What?” Mabel asked softly. As tired as she was, she didn’t want to be grumpy because you were clearly very excited about something. The last time you had come into the apartment that happy was when you bought the boat.

“Rest,” you whispered, gently brushing a few strands of hair out of the way that had fallen across her face. Mabel opened her mouth to argue but you shushed her. “Take a nap and then I’ll show you.”

“Are you sure?” She mumbled, already closing her eyes.

“It’ll be better at night anyway.” That was the last thing Mable heard before she let sleep take her.

Mabel wasn’t sure how long she was out but when she woke up, she felt much more well rested. She rolled over, furrowing her brow when her face went into a pillow. She sat up and through her sleep filled eyes she could see you had shifted her, so she was properly laying on the bed and you even tossed a blanket over her. When she finally rubbed all the sleep out of her eyes, she finally saw you sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background as you scrolled through stuff on your laptop.

“Hey,” she rasped out. She quickly slipped out of the bed and went to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

“Morning,” you said with a teasing tone. “How was your nap?”

“Very needed,” Mabel mumbled as she made her way over to you. She sat her glass on the coffee table then curled up on the couch, burying her head in your neck as she snuggled into your side. She felt, more than heard you chuckle, moving your body to get more comfortable. “Thank you,” she mumbled into your neck.

“Any time,” you whispered. “Are you up for a surprise?” Mabel lifted her head off you but didn’t get out of your space, if you turned your head a little to the right, she would barely have to lean up to steal a kiss. “If not, we can do it tomorrow.”

There was a part of Mabel that wanted to say yes to pushing it to tomorrow. She didn’t know what you had planned and even though her nap was much needed, she could still pass out again in an instant. You were clearly excited about whatever it was you wanted to show her though and she didn’t want to disappoint you, besides she was intrigued by what could have possibly made you so happy.

“Just let me change and we can go,” she said.

You turned your head and gave her a quick kiss. She didn’t miss the way your eyes lit up. She quickly removed herself from your side and got changed. She was pulling down her shirt when she paused and turned back to you. “Does your surprise have a dress code?” She asked.

“Nope!” You said, smiling happily. “Just dress comfortably.” Mabel nodded and continued getting dressed. “Oh, you might want a hoodie as well.” Mabel glanced back at you, narrowing her eyes but you were focused on your laptop again.

When Mabel was all done, she tried to offer to drive the two of you wherever you wanted to go but you refused and begged for her keys. Mabel was beginning to wonder why you didn’t just buy your own car, she didn’t know why they always had to use hers when you always insisted on driving. Mabel handed over her keys though and opted to watch out the window in hopes of figuring out where you were taking her.

Mabel furrowed her brow when you continued to make familiar turns, heading in a direction she had been hundreds of times. “We’re going towards the docks?” she said slowly, though it came out more like a question. You remained silent but Mabel caught the slight smirk on your face.

Mabel couldn’t help but glance at you every few seconds, you weren’t saying anything. You parked the car and ran over to open her door, all without saying a word. She let you take hold of her hand and lead her down to the docks. The more boats you passed Mabel could practically feel you buzzing, if she wasn’t holding your hand, she could picture you running down the dock and jumping up and down.

You finally came to a stop in front of a boat, letting go of Mabel’s hand so she could step forward. She could see you bouncing up and down on your feet as she stood before the boat. She looked up at it, it was nice, in amazing condition. She narrowed her eyes at the name and that’s when it clicked. “You got it in the water?” she asked, spinning around to see her smile matched yours.

You quickly nodded your head up and down and grabbed onto her hand again. “I’m going to change the name,” you said. “But for now she’s officially seaworthy!” You gestured wide at the boat, not letting go of Mabel’s hand in the process. “I’ve already taken her out and she runs smooth,” you smiled up at the boat. “But I wanted to take you out, we can make it a little date?”  You looked down at your feet suddenly getting shy.

Mabel tilted your chin up with her finger and pulled you into a long kiss, she could feel you instantly smiling into it. “Aren’t you going to show me aboard, Captain?” She whispered against your lips when she pulled away.

“Let’s go!” You tightened your grip and dragged her down the dock to board the boat.

You quickly showed Mabel the entire boat. It was a quick tour because it was big enough for only one person to sail it if needed, but it had been a while since she had seen the thing. When she last saw it, it was still a dirty off-white color, all the benches and cabinets were torn out, and most importantly it was not in the water. Everything was put back together now though; the boat was a pristine white with a blue stripe running along it.

After showing off everything Mabel stayed by your side as you backed the boat out of the harbor. She couldn’t help but smile at how weird it felt having the boat moving under her feet. She had never been on a sailboat before, she’d only ever heard your talking about them. She watched how concentrated you got as you turned the wheel, steering the boat in the direction you wanted to go. You took the boat far enough out that when she squinted Mabel could still see the lights of the dock. You dropped the anchor, and Mabel was even more curious as to what your plan was, though she was definitely enjoying it.

“I made us a little picnic,” you said. You climbed down into the boat and a moment later came back up with a little picnic basket.

With one hand you held the basket while the other took Mabel’s once again. She followed you, watching your feet as she carefully stepped where you did. You led her to the deck in the front of the boat. It wasn’t that most ideal place to sit, there were actual seats inside and back by the wheel, but for some reason you wanted to sit at the front. You sat the basket down and grabbed the blanket tucked between the handles before laying it out.

Mabel followed your lead and took a seat on the blanket. It was dark out, but the moon and stars lit up the sky enough that the two of you could see what you were doing. You reached into the basket and pulled out two bottles of soda and she happily took one of them from you. You reached in again and pulled out two sandwiches wrapped in plastic. Mabel happily took the one you held out to her, as soon as she unwrapped it, she knew you had made her favorite.

“When did you do all this?” She asked. It was relatively simple looking, but it was clear you had thought everything through, this didn’t seem to be something you planned in one day.

“While you were sleeping,” you admitted shyly. “‘Made the sandwich’s, got everything in the basket, brought the basket here, came back. All while you were still sleeping.”

“I was tired!” Mabel defended, playfully slapping you on the arm before taking a bite of her sandwich.

You just chuckled and ate your own sandwich. The two of you sat in silence, looking out at the ocean. Mabel had to admit, it was pretty nice, the ocean was truly beautiful even at night, even the way the ship swayed didn’t bother her. When the two of you were all done you put the basket to the side and laid back, Mabel followed your lead and the two of you looked up at the stars. It was slightly uncomfortable since people weren’t meant to be lying on that part of the boat, but it was still somehow perfect.

Mabel had a small smile on her face as she stared up at the stars, she had never been able to see them so clearly. Living in the city, even a small town, meant the stars weren’t as visible, she had never seen so many scattered across the sky. She turned to steal a glance at you when she noticed you were already staring at her.

“What?” she asked with a light chuckle.

You gave a little shrug. Your eyes flicked down, away from her face as if you were afraid of what she might see. She looked down when she saw the blanket moving, seeing you picking at the fabric. It wasn’t often you got all shy on her, you were usually annoyingly confident.

You flicked your gaze back to here and the two of you just stared into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” you whispered. Mabel’s entire body froze, she wasn’t sure if you started rambling because you noticed or because you were just so nervous. “You don’t have to say it back, I don’t expect it, no pressure. I just-”

Mabel cut you off with a kiss. She rolled over so she was practically laying on top of you. She made the kiss long and drawn out, trying to express how okay she was with what you said. When she finally broke the kiss, she looked down at you, seeing you wear that goofy grin you always had after she kissed you. “I love you too,” she whispered, before leaning down to connect your lips again.

She lost track of time after that; she had no idea how long she ended up kissing you. When she was finally satisfied, she scooted closer to you, making sure her body was pressed again yours. You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her closer. She rested her head on your chest as the two of you went back to staring up at the stars, both of you sporting matching smiles.

[randombush3]

too sweet

alexia putellas x reader

it's based on the hozier song and i just got bored during my break

icl this might not make sense x

[...]

You aren’t sure how you ended up here. 

There was a path, there was a brick lane painted yellow and filled with singing and dancing, and, what? Did you spiral off it? Were you the hurricane, were you the destroyer? 

Maybe you are The Destroyed. 

It’s too late to think about it. 

Not because you are past repair, but because it really is late – later than usual. 

The door has been locked twice, meaning Alexia has given in and gone to bed. “Fuck,” you swear as your keys clatter to the floor, typical for you to be the one to break the peaceful silence. A rustle comes from the bedroom; a sigh, a muffled sob. “Ale?”

And it’s instinctive, the way you run to her. Once upon a time, that was all you ever did, back when you played, back when the path was good and smooth and clear.

Alexia doesn’t want to see you. She hates the smell of whiskey, she hates the gruffness of your voice. There comes a point where a person can no longer bear it. No matter how much love she wraps around you, weaving the thinning strings together to form a rope and begging you to let her pull you up from this, there comes a point where Alexia, perhaps blinded too much by her love, is destroying herself just so that you don’t go down alone. 

She’s tired. 

When you arrive at the bedroom door, she has turned over, the duvet slightly too cold and the bed slightly too empty. “Ale, are you awake?” you ask, drunken foolishness clouding your sense as the lump under the covers does not respond, does not feel she can. “Baby?” 

The bed doesn’t look inviting, and you feel unwelcome. 

You roll your shoulders back. 

“Alexia, don’t pretend.” 

The silence is haunting and you try to escape it as soon as possible, letting out a viscous laugh, directing it towards her back. The noise slashes welts in her skin, your tongue a whip, you her mistress and she, your slave. Alexia closes her eyes.

An alarm rings through the apartment. The sun is not quite up, so it would be dark if you hadn’t been staring at the soft glow of the lamp beside the TV for the past hour. 

The screen isn’t on. 

You don’t quite feel escaping this life just yet. 

“Bon dia.” Soft feet pad into the kitchen, face washed, training kit pulled on. Her nose wrinkles as the bitterness of coffee hurtles towards her, and she doesn’t make an effort to conceal her frown at the empty bottle of whiskey on the floor beside you. “Are you planning to get some rest?” 

“Are you making coffee?”

“I read a study that says it negatively affects performance.” 

“Are you making me a coffee?” you amend with a smirk, sitting up and staring her down. Through the redness of your eyes shines what first attracted her to you, the devilish spark, the clearly set out intention of doing something stupid. 

She watches you haul yourself up, staggering towards her. Your hands are cold and clammy, but their grip on her waist feels just as good as it always does. She leans back into you. 

“The sun’s not up yet but Alexia Putellas is ready to train,” you murmur into her ear, kissing the skin of her neck as though to soothe where the dig must have sliced her. “No journalist tracks your morning routine, baby. You could’ve stayed in bed a bit longer, let yourself wake up later. Don’t you ever wanna?” 

Her body relaxes, choosing to hear your voice but not what you are saying. She lets herself fall into the pit you rot in; your most frequent visitor. “I am drunk on life,” she replies with a forgiving smile. 

You step back, Alexia stumbling with you, having been leaning on your body. 

“I’m not drunk.” It is far from a new lie. “Have fun at training,” you grit out. She sees the back of you as you lurch towards the bedroom door. Her tears try to fall, but she wipes her face with her knuckles and collects herself before she heads out into the real world. Her home feels like a dungeon, but one that is not meant for her. 

The girls undergo the usual ritual of asking after you. Your retirement was forced, but they all saw it coming. 

You were not sculpted from the same heroic marble, withstanding heat and terror. Nothing about you fit into training regimes and early mornings, sweetened energy drinks on promotion, discipline and determination. You got by on talent, rough and raw, and listening to your beloved prison warden on occasion. 

If Alexia is the Greek hero, you were, perhaps, the weapon she used. Deadly, yes. Sought-after. But, if dropped, clattering towards the ground lifelessly. 

She crouches down to pick you up, but your metal burns so hot that she is not sure she can touch you. 

When Alexia comes home, you are asleep. She opens the windows, self-consciously airing out the stench of alcohol before a few of her teammates come over for dinner, and she cleans the stickiness from the worktops. She lights a candle. She wishes it were an altar, a conduit to her saviour, and she prays, for a moment, that this will end soon. 

When she opens her eyes, she realises the only saviour she has been thinking of has been you. 

She crawls into the bed beside you. 

You stir at the feeling of fingers combing through your hair. 

Alexia is as bright as the morning sun, blazing above Barcelona. She is untouchable. 

The distance that has grown between you has grown because she is the zenith and you are the nadir. It is just too far to overcome. 

You are real. You suffer, you cry, you poison yourself and enjoy it. You like how you live, you like how free you are. 

Alexia’s gentle rousing – but rousing, nonetheless – sends you tumbling past your limit. 

This is not how she wants you to be, but you cannot be something you are not. 

“You’re too sweet for me.” 

She hears the rejection, but she shakes her head. 

“No, no,” she whispers desperately, pleading for it to not mean what it does, begging you to swallow it back inside. “No, I’m not. Remember?” 

She means her ACL, she means the venomous arguments and the early days where you’d watch her carefully as she inhaled your second-hand smoke. She means now, where she lets you live the way you do because she understands how life works and she gets it, she does, and she really only just wants you to be happy. 

You blink slowly. “Ale.” 

“No, I’m… I’m just still playing! I have to take my career seriously, but, but, the off-season! You know how I am in the off-season?” 

“Baby, you don’t give yourself an off-season.” 

“I can!” she vows. “I can, and we’ll go on holiday with the girls, and we’ll wake up dark as lakes and you can make me smell like a fucking bonfire, if you’d like.” 

“Ale…” 

“Please,” she asks. 

You wish you could go along with the farce. In all honesty, you’re a bit surprised that is has lasted up to now. 

You cannot do this anymore. Maybe one day, when she is done playing and training and conforming to the intense regimes the club upholds them to, you will come back to her. Maybe one day, she will have sat in the barrel long enough to have soured, bitter, now, and much more palatable. 

But you are certain about the present, about the woman lying beside you with tears running down her cheeks. You decide that if you were to taste the liquid, what is supposed to be salty would be sweet, and, with that, you have convinced yourself. 

“Alexia, baby, you’re too sweet for me.” 

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Bouncer!Werebear who’s not fazed at all when you admit that you live quite far away from there; the club he works for is one of the best in the city after all, it's no surprise that you're willing to get on the road every weekend just to go there. Because the club is surely the reason you're so bent on going through that much trouble. Surely. He’s not even fazed by the fact that he has to take such a long detour to get home himself and he lies to you, saying that your house is on his route anyway, just to not make you feel bad about it.

Bouncer!Werebear who guides you to his monster-friendly black suv, opening the door for you and whispering a "let me help you" before he gently but firmly grabs you by the waist and eases you on the elevated seat. The car is sooo much more spacious than a normal one, the reason being: he is sooo much bigger than a normal person like you.

Bouncer!Werebear who doesn't say much during the ride although he can't help but to throw subtle glances at you the whole time, appreciating the way you sit there in the abnormally huge seat, your legs crossed, his jacket dwarfing you, your flushed face turned towards the window. He doesn't know what to say, what to talk about, he’s not even sure if you actually want to chat to him… It feels so surreal to have you there. He wished to have a moment alone with you so many times and now that he actually finds himself alone with you he doesn’t know what to do. And when he realizes he doesn't even know your name, nor has he told you his, he looks at you ready to introduce himself only to notice that... you've fallen asleep. 

Bouncer!Werebear who feels his heart flutter in his chest at the sight of you, snoring quietly, snuggled up in his jacket. You felt so comfortable in his presence that you gave in to your exhaustion and fell asleep? That thought amazes him... but also fills him with a sense of protectiveness for you. You shouldn't be so naive, you shouldn't give your trust so easily to strangers. There are bad people out there that could take advantage of you… Not him though. He means you no harm. On the contrary, he strangely cares a lot for you despite barely knowing you. His heart doesn't stir lightly... but when it does, he can't ignore it. And his heart has stirred for you since the first moment he laid his eyes on you. 

Bouncer!Werebear who doesn't have it in him to wake you up once he makes it to your address so he reluctantly decides to rummage in your purse to find your keys. He hopes you will forgive him for being so nosy but you really looked so cozy and serene, he couldn’t interrupt your peaceful slumber - nor he wanted to.

Bouncer!Werebear who picks you up in his strong arms and carefully carries you inside your house, finding your bedroom and lowering you gently on the mattress. He looks at you for a moment, the thought of taking that dress off of you crosses his mind but he quickly shakes it off. Instead, he goes for your heels, trying not to linger his touch on your smooth skin. Then pulls the sheets up and tucks you in. 

Bouncer!Werebear who's fretting to leave before any more bad thoughts can cloud his mind, but who stops in his tracks, his whole body instantly tensing up, when he feels your gentle touch on his arm. 

Bouncer!Werebear who gapes at you in both awe and intrigue, as you tug at his fur, beckoning him closer, asking him to lie down with you without even saying a word or opening your eyes. He has to gulp and take a deep breath to steady his animalistic instincts. Are you even conscious? Do you even know what you're doing? What you're asking of him? 

Bouncer!Werebear who can't fight against your inviting touch despite his best judgment and carefully lowers himself next to you, grimacing at the way your fragile human bed creaks under his weight. He tries to move as little as possible, fearing he might crush your furniture… but mostly, wake you up and break this surreal moment. 

Bouncer!Werebear who can't stop the purr that rumbles out of his chest the moment you snuggle up with him, your smaller and soft body curling into his huge furry chest with such naturalness that leaves him breathless for a moment. His arms wrap around you with just as much ease, as if you were made for each other, engulfing you in a soft and warm embrace that leaves you humming in contentment; a sound that he wishes he could imprint in his damned eardrums. 

Bouncer!Werebear who lets his gaze roam over your beautiful features which look even more angelic touched by the soft lights of the morning filtering through the curtain, and he feels his own eyes start to droop and close as he dozes off with your sweet scent filling his nostrils and lulling him to sleep.

[there will be one more part]

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AWFULLY out of character but comforting Nikto maybe, idk i just want the man to be somewhat happy

Shhh shhh shh don't even apologize pookie bear. I rolled my eyes back at this. I mean what.

Nikto who gets overwhelmed during public events that he didn't even want to go to. Already pissy because his teammates forced him there and even more so because people keep looking at him. Making the man both self conscious and exhausted that he had to keep up with random strangers.

Nikto who gets home and the first thing he does is try to rip off the overly fancy suit that he was forced to wear. Finding irritability the second that it catches on something and he's forced to wear it a second longee than he needs to. Fabric ripping at the seams until you grab his hands. Stopping him from clawing at his own wrists and face in his haze.

Some blood already dripping down the side of his cheek the moment he removed the mask a while ago. The metal slicing his skin from haste, something that he didn't care about through all his madness yet acknowledgd. Oh but it was visible, bright red against pale skin.

Those ice blue eyes staring widely at you as you grabbed his face. The blacks of his blue eyes unnaturally small. Almost immediately outwardly calming down at the feeling of your cold hands against his warm cheeks. Its like trying to calm down a scared animal. It was something familiar to him. The cold. No more suffocating air inside a cramped room.

Having to ground him back to earth as you hold his hands, already covered in his own blood. Skin itchy from how others stare at him yet under your gaze. He was just him. Because he knew you knew him. He knew you.

"Apologies i- we were...oh", something in him finally coming back to you in the brief moment of peace. Realizing how he tore through a still soft scar on his cheek, making himself even more mangled. Something in him that should feel shame for it yet nothing but exhaustion and acceptance reeks from his form.

"Let me take care of you hm?", you whisper softly, trying to coax him back to reality as he feels your hand wipe away the blood. Soft fingertips against open flesh. The texture of skin making him wince from the pain as he reaches up to cup your hand. Stalling your touch on him and an instinct to pause pain all at the same.

"It doesn't hurt", he lies through his teeth, even as much as it wrongs him to lie to you. Finding it useless to care for a wound so small and yet. It would most likely leave another scar on his skin. Was he just making himself worse for you? Always looking and acting like a fucked up animal. He didn't want to and yet he was.

"Let me take care of it, Nikto", a simple call of his 'name' and he's sat. Letting you disinfect the wound through the awfully sterile alcohol. Barely even flinching as the disinfectant stings his cheek and wrists. Sure they weren't bleeding but small scratches could still cause infection.

"Raise your hands", a simple order. One he would heed to easily. Raising his arms for you to wrap with some gauze while he complains that it isn't even necessary, he doesn't even wear long sleeves shirts outside of deployment.

"Tilt your head for me?", and he follows. Because why wouldn't he when you ask so softly? Taking care of him like he deserved it. Trying to ignore the way blood rushes to his cheek and pours out even more.

"Darling, I can see you blushing, do you like getting pampered?", he would never admit it if it was anyone other than you. A visibly red hue on his usually pale skin.

"Da", and he doesn't care. Or at least that's what he says. His blush only deepening when you pinch his chin in your hands tilting his head to the side while he mentally tries so hard to avoid your gaze. Pupils drifting off to the side like a sad dog. Grimacing until you tell him to stop because you can't get the bandage on.

"Tired hm? Wanna talk about it?", you offer up once he's gained that blur in his eyes. No longer a prey trying to avoid being hunted. Just a bunny in its natural habitat. His pupils back to their natural size and more as he stares back up at you.

A unintelligible grunt exits through his throat, barely even moving. Finding himself slouched a few minutes ago in his panic. Hands absentmindedly trailing your sides as he sits you down on his lap on his insistence. And he's calm at least. Falling asleep once you take off the tight fitting jacket. Slumbering softly on the sofa and just pulling you closer with every hour. Lying down to make sure you didn't wake up with back problems.

[fangirlingpuggle]

can you make a sentinel and blackarachnia in tfp

Hey there,

So Sentinel in TFP, think he’d get humbled very fast. Just he starts mouthing off that he’s second in command after ultra magnus.

Ultra Magnus:…yeah I am not in charge Optimus is

Sentinel: OPTIMUS? That worthless maintenance bot he* turns around and then slowly looks up to see Optimus*

Sentinel:…

Sentinel:whatthefuck?

Sentinel pretty much has to shut up as no one is buying any of his bullshit. He also is pretty disbelieving that this Optimus is an alternate version of his Optimus he’d lie and say because his Optimus could be a leader like this but really, he’s internally frisking out and worried Optimus this war-torn and old and clearly tired fighting for eons.

He is having protective friend instincts and trying verry hard not to.

Sentinel is also terrified of the Decepticons who are way worse than the ones he knows. Megatron especially.

Her’s also pretty sure Megatron is fliting with Optimus�� and they may be ex’s he is nto sure and way to scared to ask to does not want to touch that with a ten-foot pole… he’s also reexamining his universes Megatron’s interactions with his universes Optimus.

(He doesn’t want to give a shovel talk to Megatron he truly doesn’t)

Blackarachnia she is also super shocked by this universes autobots and Decepticons and any plans of a coup are thrown out the window as soon as she see’s this universes Megatron. She is glad there are no alternate versions of Lugnut and Blitzwing she doesn’t want to even what they’d be like.

The Decepticons are untrusting of her until they realize she is not an alternate version of Airachnid, after that kinda fascinated by techno organic Megatron starts asking about her universe… and her Universes Optimus she’s not sure why, though as soon as she mentions Starscream is immortal he just kinda nopes out apparently not wanting to even think about that universe. Even more so when she mentions starscreams clones.

Knockout actually gets along well with her, as soon as he realizes she is nothing to do with Airachnid, they gossip about each universe.

She is not sure what to do about the fact that Optimus and Megatron have or had a thing. She is so curious but also oh primus no I do not want to know anything… but I must tell me everything.

She sees Optimus across battle field and is just like what the fuck? She sees Sentinel who is nodding giving her the I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK look.

The two end up meeting up and talking, (gossiping) and piecing together what the fuck is going on with this universe, that Megatron and Optimus were/are a thing, Unicorn is real and MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS ARE A THING.

They also realize those 2 working out their shit would probably end the war in this unverse and that maybe that might carry over to theirs. Even if neither of them want to think about Optimus and Megatron as a couple, they remind themselves it’s for the good of the universe

When they get back to TFA verse Optimus is shocked that they are not only getting along but also truly so confused by the really really odd talk he gets about not overworking himself being a leader, things he needs to do once he takes over the autobots (Because after seeing that universe Sentinel and Blackarachnia have agreed yeah he’s gonna end up in charge… we are going to be joint second in command cause 1) power and 2) we’ve realized we actually care about him and don’t want him dead) but mostly they are criticizing his taste in mech and that a peace treaty based on marriage may be good but they want to give a shovel talk first.

Optimus is pretty sure they both have brain damage.

[randomshyperson]

As It Was - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Secrets don’t last forever, especially inside a fantasy. But you make sure to kiss her hard before it’s time to go. | Based (slightly) on “As it Was” by Harry Styles. | Part Two

Warnings: (+18), some brief smut, it’s angst but sexy and hopeful ending, milf!wanda, age gap, ex-lovers meeting again, implied cheating and lying. | Words: 1.638k

A/N-> Not me writing Hex again. I want to write something about cowboys, but I have no ideas. Guess the only solution is not to write at all.

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It was supposed to be a one-night thing.

But Wanda was waking up in your bed again. Red hair sprawled on her pillow, a soft, satisfied sigh as she felt her muscles exhausted by the previous night's efforts. The feel of your lips is still fresh in her memory.

The natural instinct, not the first, because whenever she woke up in your bed her first reaction was to cover her body and look for the door. But the second was to look for you. Groping around the bed, Wanda opened her eyes as she felt the empty space. Before she could be overcome by guilt and brief irony that you would have been the first to leave this time, she found your figure. Sitting on the windowsill of the motel room, a cigarette between your fingers almost burned out completely.

It was still night, and Wanda wanted to look at you for a moment in the moonlight, to try to remember how beautiful your half-naked figure was. Not that she could ever forget.

"Come back to bed." She asked in a low tone, even though in a few hours, she would probably be the one to leave on the sly. With nothing more than a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You offered nothing more than a sad smile and Wanda knew immediately that something was different tonight.

Against the will of her own weary limbs, she forced herself up. Dragging the sheet wrapped around her body with her, until she was behind you, arms around your naked torso.

"Lie down with me, sweetheart." She insisted in a whisper against your ear. "We still have time."

You flicked the cigarette away, and entwined your hands together over your belly, but didn't move any more than necessary.

"I'm not sleepy." You replied, a little hoarsely. "But you can lie down if you want. I like to watch you sleep, you always seem... so peaceful and carefree when you do."

Wanda rested her chin on your shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. "It's how I always am around you."

You chuckled, weak and short. "We both know this isn't true." The direct statement surprised her, but Wanda just sighed the tension away and continued to hold you without pulling away.

"I'll be busy next week, darling. We should enjoy the little bit of time we have." She insisted last, hoping to win this argument. But you pushed your tongue behind your teeth and released one of her hands to push your hair straight back.

"What was it that you said it would make you busy, dear?" You retorted, and Wanda hummed distracted by the spots on your back. 

"Work." She grumbles, pleased to see you turning around, finally. But your gaze is different, a determined glint in your irises making her look at you curiously.

"I thought it was with the boys' soccer club." 

Wanda frowns, then smiles awkwardly, shaking her head. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I forgot." She mumbles, swallowing dryly at your watchful gaze studying her. She feels like she got caught in a lie, even if she didn't. Clearing her throat, she loosens you up. "I'm cold, I'm going back to bed. Are you sure...?"

You just nodded, and she sighed in defeat. She wrapped her arms around herself and moved to the mattress, but didn't get to lie down. She turned to you again, with a very queasy feeling in her chest.

"What's wrong? You're acting strange." She accused worriedly, and you hesitated before your shoulders relaxed. The forced smile on your lips didn't make you feel any more confident.

"I'm just tired of sharing you with him, but I don't want to have this conversation again."

"Babe..."

"I mean it, Wanda." You question her as you approach. "We don't fight while in our time together, okay? It's our agreement. And you're right, it is cold. I should be a gentleman and warm you up."

She opens her mouth to protest, but you kiss her firmly, swallowing her gasp of surprise and all the next ones until they become needy against your tongue. Her hands grab your shoulders, and close behind your neck as yours pull the comforter to the floor and drag her back to bed.

You've been together a dozen times now, Wanda remembers them all, and yet it seems to get better and more delicious each time your mouth is against hers, your fingers inside her most sensitive part as they are now. The innate talent you seem to have of driving her to insanity.

It started weeks, maybe months ago. Time is tricky. But it was in the spring, when the boys grew from 5 to 10 in the blink of an eye, and Vision decided there was something very wrong with their perfect life. And Wanda allowed herself to wonder about marriage, and about the people she left behind.

And you reappeared. Her former love from her youth was frozen forever in the 24 years of a volunteer who never returned from Hydra. It was like they told Wanda, no one survived contact with the stone but her and her brother.

So ever since you showed up, willing to continue a relationship that never came to an end for you, Wanda kept you. Part of her knows it's wrong, that you didn't see the truth, but the other can't bring herself to say goodbye to you a second time in her life.

"Yes! Oh, baby, right there-" Her moans are music to your ears. Wanda grips your hair tightly, keeping your face between her legs. You're too busy with the task of bringing her to climax in your mouth to look up and see the irises redden as the warm cheeks, but Wanda can feel you smiling against her. "Fuck, I missed you! I love-"

But she chokes on her own dizzy confessions of pleasure, breaking into a whimper as she cums in your mouth. You force your face against her, licking her clean until you come up again, to kiss her.

Wanda is tired, you two did this so many times last night that the recent orgasm barely lets her feel her legs.

"I can't anymore." She lets you know with a satisfied, exhausted sigh, smiling at the chaste kisses you deposit on her cheeks as she calms down.

Your laugh is short and hearty. "When did you turn into an old woman, Maximoff?" You tease amusedly, looking at her again. And Wanda stares back at you, raising her hands to stroke your face. 

Her eyes water. You haven't changed a bit, not a single trace. It's exactly as she saw you last time, so many years before in your mother country. Gone, just like you.

Her tears make you hesitate immediately. "Oh, baby, I was only joking." You assure, kissing the tip of her nose. "You're not old, I promise. You're beautiful, Wanda. And you're perfect, I swear it-"

She giggles tearfully, nodding softly before pulling your face against hers again. It's an intense kiss, but not as feverish as before. You rest into her, and Wanda strokes your cheek as you part.

"Don't lie to me, I know you're a heavy sleeper. What's haunting this pretty head of yours?"

You take a deep breath, hugging her. "It was just a stupid nightmare. It didn't even make sense." That's what you mumble, kissing her skin. 

"What was it about?"

"You." 

Wanda resists sleep. "Me?" But you slide your thigh between her legs, and the sensitivity makes her jump away. Your hands steady her waist, and Wanda grunts affectedly. "I don't think I can-"

"Nonsense." You retort with a mischievous grin, and Wanda realizes you've only laid down to get better access to her bare breasts, which you cup in one go, making her arch her back. You suck hard before releasing it with a pop. "You used to beat me at this, always the last one to fall asleep..."

Your fingers slipped inside again, and Wanda panted affectedly, one hand digging its nails into your back. "God, that was a long time ago!" She fought back with her eyes tightly closed, feeling her body twitch with the slow stroking inside her. But you just hum distractedly, gaining a rhythm inside her that makes her moan deeply. 

"It's odd." You confess in a low tone, sure that Wanda isn't even hearing your words by the way she's panting and squirming on the mattress. "I can't figure out exactly how much no matter how hard I try to remember."

She comes in a high-pitched cry, squirting onto your hand and all over the bed. The moan is pornographic enough to attract all your attention and push all insecurities to the back of your mind.

Wanda can't even keep her eyes open anymore. "'Can't…Not anymore."

"Shush, I know, you did so amazing, babe." You soothe her, removing your fingers and kissing her skin. "You can sleep, I'll take care of you."

Despite her exhaustion, she clung to you as tightly as she could. You sighed and waited to make sure she was asleep to relieve the dampness of the bed with the help of your abilities.

With the bed dry, and a sleeping witch, you got up and returned to the window. It took another moment to light another cigarette and pull out the phone card that had mysteriously appeared in your pocket this morning.

Agatha Harkness, magical consultant - it read on the back. On the other side, impeccable handwriting.  

"Come see me at this address when you get tired of pretending you don't remember everything you did for her."

With a sigh, you returned the card to your pocket. You offered the sleeping woman another look before leaving the room. The Westview Motel sign flickered when you closed the door.

-&-

Part Two

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is! 

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?”  Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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[mixiury]

Here with you — Wanderer x GN! Reader

Summary: After a long walk with Wanderer, you ended up exhausted, taking a small nap with your companion in the middle of the forest.

A/N: I corrected some typos I noticed after reading this again. I am dyslexic and English isn't my first language so I'm sorry if there is still some. Please feel free to point them out!

"Come here, lie with me."

"Why would I? To get my clothes dirty like yours? No thanks." Wanderer answered to your request almost instantly, showing little interest in changing his mind.

Both of you have been walking for hours now, enjoying the cool breeze that the trees of the Sumeru forest release.

It's hard to keep track of time in a place like this, especially when the silence and calm stretches out in its entirety and all you can hear is the soft melody of the birds with the snapping grass and leaves you are stepping on the ground while you walk.

But even though your hiking companion doesn't need to take breaks and the beautiful views of the landscapes along the way help in motivating you to continue exploring, you soon end up finding your feet and legs demanding you to rest, lying down on a small and comfortable hill, while Wanderer reluctantly agrees to wait for you a few minutes.

"Are you sure you don't want to join me? The sun is nice." You know what his response is going to be, but you keep insisting anyways, hoping that some miracle will happen that would make him change his mind and rest alongside you. However, as was from being expected, his head just turned away, ignoring your request with the same stubborness that characterizes him.

Defeated, you find solace in the warm sunlight and fresh grass you lie on, slowly imbuing yourself in its trap as your eyelids fight to stay open.

It is not until he notices how quiet you have become that Wanderer's gaze finally returned to your sleeping figure, noticing each deep breath you take as your chest rises and falls steadily, with nothing to interrupt you from falling into your calm, soft slumber.

It's annoying how you allow to put yourself in such a comfortable state in the middle of nowhere. As if, in this precise moment, nothing else mattered.

It seems like you don't know how easy of a target you are right now, not worrying about your surroundings and all the dangers that are around you. It only takes a few seconds to end a human's life and it's much easier when you're in such a vulnerable and peaceful state that you wouldn't even be able to react before you feel the pain of your aggressor hurting you.

And yet, the mere thought of it makes him feel sick and jealous of you at the same time. How can you live your life so carelessly? Is it because you don't have any self-prevention instincts inside that empty brain of yours? Or are you just so naive that, even knowing how he can easily leave you to your own devices, you still trust him enough to allow yourself to be in this position?

Knowing you will probably never tell him, he decides to search the answer by himself, quietly approaching you and laying down next to you, hoping that the sound of the grass rustling next to you won't wake you up or interrupt your dreams as he watches you in complete silence.

And it's only now, after he finally gave into your request, that he understood what you were talking about.

The faint rays of the sun really feel like a bliss the moment they caress your face, intense enough to embrace you with their warmth but not to the point of burning you. Contrasting with the cloudy and gloomy Inazuma mornings he had grown used to.

It has been so long since he felt this warmth and calmness, still staring at you steadily and letting himself enjoy the peaceful nature of the moment.

It feels illegal that him, out of all people, could experience an instance like this. He, whom from the day of his creation the only birthright that has been given to him was an eternity of grievance, shame and solitude, simply lying on the grass without any other concern but you.

He doesn't understand it but he wants to. Your presence itself has already helped him understand a hint of your normalicy, something that he had spent decades chasing and longing for but was never able to hold for long enough to call it his. And yet, he lets himself fall into your trap and comfort, finally taking a break from all the thoughts that have been stuck in his mind as he simply rests by your side.

[blarefordaglare]

Fan Joy July day 4

This one’s by @la-sera

Link: https://www.tumblr.com/la-sera/752542158668562432/for-the-single-drawing-request-what-about-legend?source=share

I enjoyed how you used warmer tones and cooler tones to work in harmony (I hope that makes sense) and overall just the color vibe of the piece. I also adore the line art and how you used a mix of shading with colors and hatching for some parts, like Hyrule’s neck or Legend’s cap. Overall the style is really beautiful and bright! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“Alright, enemy camp to the right,” The traveler grinned confidently, a rare sight, yet the same intensity every time, “Want to aim for sub 10?”

Sure it was childish, it was irresponsible, it was immature, but every once in a while one will feel that longing-that call, that can’t be ignored. It was the call that pushed Hyrule to take that sword in the beginning, to realize that living isn’t the same as thriving. It was the call that got Legend out of bed that one night, that got him on a boat, that allowed him to wake up. 

“Heck yeah I do,” The veteran pulled out a fire rod, 1200 rupees was a scam, he should know, he can’t even count how many he has now, “I’m aiming for 9 minutes, max.” 

Hyrule let out a grin, “Just nine? I thought you’d be able to do eight,” He never had any family growing up, let alone brothers, and it only made the experience more memorable. For once he didn’t feel alone, but instead at ease. He felt he could make room for mistakes, and it wouldn’t allow the world to crash back down on him, “But I guess nine is alright, for a beginner.” 

“Oh you’re on.” Legend gave a challenging, yet playful glare, “Relay the rules to me?” 

“Not a scratch, not even a stain, no fighting more than 3 enemies at once, and most importantly,” he took a step back. No help.” 

“That’s not fair!” He never fought alone, well that was a lie, he’s fought alone countless times. But that was in his world, where the monsters were just monsters and no blood that was darker than the night sky plagued them. Now though, that wasn’t the case.

“Three…” 

“Hey wait a minute, I’m talking-“ He got cut off. Another thing about Legend is that he hates being ignored. He’s been ignored all his life, his pleas to spare one more person, to go another day with peace, even to have his bed back. It was too much ignorance to bear.

“Two…”

“Listen!” The sharp tone of his voice alerted the camp. Four bokoblins, two lizalphos, and one moblin. It shouldn’t be a problem-it’s only seven. Seven black blooded monsters that almost killed a guy. All the more fun.

“One…”

“I hate you.” That was a lie, he hoped the traveler knew that. What he hated was the fact he aimed too high-seven monsters, nine minutes. It would have to take less than two minutes to defeat one. 

“Go!”

He ran, allowing his boots to carry him at a high speed. Adrenaline pulsed through his blood as he allowed the hot flames to engulf some of the monsters. Hard ones first, easy ones last. It was a bad strategy, nobody would let him live it down, but that’s what he does solo. His steps were calculated and precise, a mix of muscle memory and an attempt to not get a single drop of blood on him. He allowed instinct to take over for the most part, leaving him surprised when he noticed there were no more enemies to defeat. 

“Seven minutes and thirty two seconds!” The familiar voice of the traveler called, “That’s a new record!” He waved his arms up in celebration, and Legend couldn’t help but echo the action. 

“Aww yeah!” Legend beamed at Hyrule, “Next time you’re going to try.”

“Fine, but for now let’s celebrate.” 

The two cheered, their voices echoing in the clearing. Their voices coaxing out the pure joy that was hidden long ago, a joy that could light up anybody’s day. Waving their arms in the air, basking in the dopamine from the achievement. It was stupid, sure, but it mended the soul in a way no amount of labor could. 

[satuguro]

✧*ೃ࿐ TONGUES & TEETH

[ ACT III: VICTORY'S SWEETHEART]

xavier thorpe x valkyrie! reader

#SYNOPSIS— people learn to never have a race with a valkyrie, you can't keep yourself together around the nightshades, and xavier needs to stop getting shoved up against hard places.

#CONTAINS— enemies to fwb to lovers, academic rivals, intimidating and flawed reader, familial issues (will mention more later on), gore, blood, death, aged up characters (everyone is 18 except for eugene), sexual content (in some other parts)

#AUTHORSNOTE— thank you guys sm for the overwhelming support in the last part! also do we want playlists/hcs/little imagines for xavier and valkyrie! reader? just lmk xx

ACT I, ACT II, ACT III. ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

you wrapped a blanket around your form as you swung your legs to the side of the bed. the first rays of dawn shone through xavier' s window, your head hung down as you let out a slow exhale.

of course, you found yourself in his bed. to say that you didn't expect it would be a lie.

you forced yourself up and began to walk around his bed to his bathroom, the blanket dragging on the floor in your wake. you passed where xavier slept peacefully, his mouth slightly parted as small breaths escaped it. his hair was a mess of a halo on his pillow, his features no longer stone cold or unreadable, but peaceful and content. a purple mark was visible right along his collarbone, the shade beautiful against his skin.

you had tired him out the previous night; if the housemaster didn't know you were there, he definitely knew now.

xavier's arm was out from beneath the covers, your hand reaching out instinctively to pull the blanket over his arm. you stopped yourself however, your jaw clenching as you thought a little bit too hard about what it meant to sleep with xavier. you came to one conclusion.

you didn't like him romantically.

you opened the door to his bathroom, shutting it gently behind you as you looked at yourself in the mirror with a sigh. your hair was a knotted mess, your collarbone and shoulder displaying two hickeys for all to see. you cursed under your breath— now you had to hide them.

after doing a quick check that he didn't use 3-in-1 body wash, you used xavier's shower, the heat turned all the way up as you allowed your body to relax. you finished quickly, trying to leave before xavier woke up, but as you were wrapping your body in a towel, there was a knock on the door.

you quickly fixed the towel around your body, your hand reaching for the doorknob to open it. standing in front of you in only his boxers, xavier looked at you, your wet hair dripping all over the floor, the steam from the shower radiating out of his bathroom. his eyes trailed down to the hickeys on your collarbone, nodding over to it with a small smirk.

"good luck with that," he said, and you groaned as you pushed him out of your way as you made your way out of the bathroom. his head turned to follow you, watching you as you grabbed your underwear and pulled it up your legs, one of your arms holding your towel. "are we gonna talk about last night?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe.

"nothing to talk about," you stated, turning your head to look at him. "i don't like you like that."

"right." xavier nodded stiffly, swallowing as he continued to look at you. "i don't like you like that either."

"right." with that, the conversation was over.

xavier shook his head to himself as he went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

you left without a goodbye. you were sure that he would get over it.

to say that it was embarrassing to walk back into your dorm room after that night would be a understatement. you were thankful everyone was busy getting ready for the poe cup that afternoon, because once you walked into your dorm room, you found the room uncharacteristically empty. no deadpan comments, no yarn strung all over the place, just silence.

you sighed as you grabbed your poe cup costume from the closet. but the sound of rapid tapping behind you made you grab a knife from your top shelf, turning around and throwing it at where the sound originated.

thing was on the ground, shaking with their fingers spread out to avoid the knife that narrowly missed them. they quickly stood back up, raising a quick middle finger to you before they began to climb up your bed frame.

"sorry about that, thing," you apologized with a sheepish smile, reaching down to get your knife out of the ground. you looked at the hand, who began to rapidly sign out of confusion. you nodded in understanding. "yeah, i saw you and wednesday slip out when i knocked on the door. smart move— was it your idea?'

thing nodded, before signing even more, their question making you send them a glare as you put your clothes over your arm. "yeah, i made it out of there alive. i was just busy this morning," you lied, managing eye contact with the hand. you rolled your eyes as thing shook their head. "fine. don't believe me," you stated, but thing slapped the pole of your bedframe, making you turn back. "what now?"

thing signed again. you should've known better than to lie to a hand.

"yes, i slept with him. happy now?" you asked, watching thing respond before letting out a laugh. "oh, you're funny, thing. you really are."

thing shook their head, signing their words again. your smile melted when you realized they were being serious; how could they ask that and be genuinely serious about it?

"i don't like thorpe, thing."

thing signed again. "why not?"

you shrugged, fixing the clothes in your arms. "i just don't see him like that. besides, he's infuriating; it wouldn't work out."

for someone with no face, thing didn't look convinced. they climbed down to your bed, patting the space next to them. you raised a brow. "seriously?"

thing patted the area harder.

reluctantly, you stepped to your bed and plopped yourself down on it, looking at thing skeptically. in any other instance, you would've strangled thing for making things more serious than they really were, but you actually liked thing. they were nice to talk to, even if they were just a hand.

thing began to sign again. "you seem defensive."

"and you seem nosy for a hand," you replied wittily, placing your clothes to the side of you. "i'm telling you, thing; there's nothing to be defensive about."

thing tapped their finger on the bed in thought before replying. "what's your relationship with him, then?"

you shrugged, "we slept together once. that's all the relationship will be."

you adjusted the cat ear headband you wore as you made your way to the boats set up along the lake. your costume was the same as all the other girls in your team, but your's was backless, allowing for your wings to stretch out when needed. your appearance made enid tap wednesday eagerly, her hand coming up to point at you as you made your way towards them with thing on your shoulder.

"y/n! oh my god where have you been—" enid sniffed you, nose scrunching as she smelled you three times.

"enid, stop smelling y/n," wednesday stated, brows coming down ever so slightly. "most people would consider that rude."

"you smell like someone!" enid said in shock, eyebrows raised far up her head as she practically bounced around you. "where were you last night? we were both so worried—"

"only she was worried," wednesday interrupted blankly, "i told her that you weren't one to shy away from murder." she held her hand out for thing to jump on it.

"we were worried," enid corrected, nudging wednesday and sending her a look. "wednesday told me she and thing left you back at xavier's— where did you go after that?"

"the library. they let me stay a little longer and i ended up falling asleep," you lied casually with a shrug, walking over to the dock where your boat was. you knelt down to observe it, playing an indifferent facade. "

"you're lying," wednesday stated, her comment doing nothing to change your facade.

"i'm not, but believe what you want," you said, looking up with an innocent smile. you stood back up again, crossing your arms and peering behind the two girls. a competitive smirk made its way onto your face when you saw xavier and his team dressed up like jesters, all of them making their way to their nearby boat.

"where are your whiskers, y/n?" xavier asked snarkily as he walked by you, enid, and wednesday to make his way into his boat.

you ignored him, rolling your eyes at his stupid comment before looking at enid, whose eyes were wide in realization. "that smell," she trailed off, making you chuckle nervously as you took her shoulder and turned her towards the boat.

"okay, enid, maybe wednesday's right— you have to stop sniffing people."

"i recognize why you smell so different now!" enid hissed, pullin gyou and wednesday closer to her. she sniffed you again, her head nodding rapidly as her conclusion was confirmed. "y/n, you smell like xavier's shampoo."

you and wednesday blinked. once. twice. three times.

"y/n, you didn't," wednesday began with a warning tone, only to be interrupted by fanfare music, signaling the beginning of the race. quickly, you hopped into your place on the boat, grabbing your oar as you readied yourself to win.

you were practically thrumming with excitement, the chance to play hard and ruthless being something that made you incredibly happy. it was the valkyrie in you; in a way, you saw this poe cup as a war. it was a bit terrifying to see you look so determined, your eyes glinting dangerously as you looked ahead of you, waiting for the signal to begin. you paid no mind to anyone but yourself and your team, not even when you felt xavier's eyes look at you to your right.

in front of you, wednesday scolded a lovestruck enid, her tone warning and jealous as he made the werewolf focus on the task at hand.

"we'll win, don't worry," you assured them, your lips curling up into a mischievous smile.

bianca's voice made you huff in annoyance, her comment about 'the runts of the litter' being nothing but worthless shit talk that you couldn't bring yourself to care too much about. you were ignoring her, listening to wednesday quickly shut her down before the siren said a comment that made you grip your oar tighter.

"xavier's muse," bianca called to you, her cheshire grin widening when she saw you turn your head her way. "i heard you had fun last night."

"i have a name, and i'm not his muse," you responded coldly, the title 'xavier's muse,' making you clench your jaw angrily. you didn't belong to anyone.

"right," bianca drawled, looking ahead of her. "you know what they say about artists and their muses.."

"and you know what they say about bitter exes," you said with a casual shrug, turning away from the siren to look at the lake in front of you. "you'll know my name soon enough," you grumbled under your breath, too focused on the idea of victory to give up too much of your time to bianca. you hated people who had no reason to be smug or cocky.

principal weems began explaining the poe cup to the crowd, but your mind was elsewhere as you kept your oar up. the sound of the blank gunshot signaled the beginning of the race, and you began to row. your team kept a steady pace, making your way down the river, only for xavier's boat to narrowly bump yours.

"oh, excuse us," xavier called behind his shoulder, his grin evident as he passed you. you let out an angry huff, ignoring the need to row faster; that would throw the entire team off.

another boat came up alongside you, their mechanisms making an axe fly over your heads, immediately, you ducked, sending them an angry glare. but your glare melted, for their boat began to move on its own all the way to a buoy, their boat collapsing as its side crashed.

you squinted in the distance, wednesday pulling out binoculars at the same time. you both saw a siren's tail flick in the air before disappearing into the water.

of course it was the sirens.

you knew your team had panned for this though, so you continued the row in time with the others. your boat docked on a small dock right next to the amontillados boat.

"stay here and make sure bianca doesn't sabotage our boat," wednesday ordered enid, before turning to you. "you're gonna help me against anyone who's there."

you nodded once, running after wednesday. you squinted into the woods, a wide grin creeping on your face when you let ajax run by you, his hands empty as he ran ahead of xavier. you pretended to focus ahead of you until ajax was far ahead.

once you passed xavier, you shoved him up against a tree, reaching out for his flag. he groaned, but stretched it out of your way, glaring at you. "do you really think i'd just give you our flag, kitty?" he teased, cocking his head with a slight smirk.

the nickname irked you. "no," you responded, gazing into his eyes before leaning close to his neck, your breath fanning over his skin. you could feel his breathing turn heavy, his pulse racing under your touch as your lips brushed over his skin.

you were just fucking around with him at this point.

"you're so easy," you whispered against his neck. "i bet you love this."

xavier could practically feel you smile against his skin. his head fell back against the tree as he felt you bite his skin, a whimper leaving his lips as he felt your tongue sooth the mark. he was so distracted by you that his hand holding the flag began to loosen.

you swiftly grabbed his flag out of his grasp before throwing it like a javelin deeper into the woods. you ran off, laughing and yelling behind your shoulder, "good luck, thorpe!" you ran to crackstone's crypt, brows furrowing as you ran up to wednesday. immediately, you knelt down to shake her, your worry briefly overcoming your thirst for victory.

if you weren't in the middle of a competition, you would've been worried that you actually made friends. valkyries rarely ever made friends, and from what your sisters told you, it was always easier to be alone. it was easier for you to do your job.

"wednesday!" you snapped, looking up as bianca and divina grabbed their flag.

wednesday woke up just in time to hear bianca snarkily ask, "taking a catnap?" which made your hands curl into fists.

"are you okay?" you asked wednesday, helping her up quickly and brushing off some leaves from her. "i need you to run back to the boat with the flag. i'll take care of the sirens' boat. understand?" you asked, letting your wings stretch out behind you.

without another word, wednesday nodded, grabbing the flag and running back to the boat. she felt the wind from your wings behind her as you flew up high above the forest.

"where have you been?" ajax frantically asked xavier as he ran back with the flag, his cheeks red as he jumped in.

"just row," xavier replied bitterly, putting the flag down as he grabbed his oar. the gold bugs and black cats were quick on their trail; xavier had wasted a significant amount of time running to retrieve the flag you had thrown deep in the woods. he found it lodged in to a tree, and spent more time trying to get it out of the wood.

"where were you— where's y/n?" enid asked wednesday worriedly, already hopping into the boat.

"she has a plan," wednesday managed out, putting their flag into the boat and grabbing her oar. "let's go."

xavier's entire team failed to see the scratches that enid left on their boat. they were almost there, the feeling of victory so, so close until water began to seep in. immediately, the black cats rowed by them, enid laughing loudly with a, "see you, jokers!"

"cheaters!" xavier yelled to them, but they were already far ahead of their boat, close behind the gold bugs. he harshly threw his oar into the boat, resulting in him falling off of his seat. he groaned as he felt the water seeped into his pants, looking up in exasperation.

the sunlight was blocked briefly from his eyes, which made him squint up into the sky to see what had obstructed the light. he saw you, flying above your canoe with your wide wings blocking the sun. he had never seen your actual wings before. they were huge and white with brown patterns on the longer feathers, similar to that of an owl's. your wingspan was huge, which allowed you to quickly catch up with the gold bugs.

you squinted down at the boat ahead of your team, a discontented frown tugging at your lips. "oh, now that won't do," you murmured to yourself, flying down quickly.

the spikes you had sharpened came out from the side of the black cats' boat. your team rowed faster as they tried to scratch bianca's boat, their work almost paying off until kent pushed the gold bugs' boat away.

but you were far stronger than some siren.

your wings flapped as you dove down close to the water, hands gripping the gold bugs' boat. you looked at bianca with a toothy smile, raising a hand in a small wave. "hey, fish."

"what're you doing?!" bianca demanded, trying to row faster. but it was all to no avail; with one push, you shoved bianca's boat closer to the spikes, successfully scratching their boat deeply. you flew away, laughing as you watched their boat sink sadistically.

you pushed behind your team to help them to the dock before landing on the wood. you ran between wednesday and enid as you all raised your flag in victory. you cheered loudly, jumping next to enid and wednesday as you raised the flag higher in victory.

receiving the cup was far more satisfactory than you thought. you could see the discontented faces of all the losers in the crowd, watching as enid raised the huge cup over her ehad and cheered loudly. you liked winning. but you liked watching the losers most of all.

like the bitter sirens at the table, their main weapon— kent, who had no more than two braincells to rub together —sporting a black eye from thing's help. he was getting scolded by his sister, and you could only smile happily.

that night, you had decided to fly over nevermore and jericho. you had almost forgotten how much you loved flying, and while you did have your brief chanced to stretch your wings every once in a while, you yearned to have them out longer. you wanted to fly over the clouds and see the stars and moon with no obstructions. you wanted the wind to flow under you and for birds to look up at you when they passed below.

the only problem now was sneaking back in. you had a balcony, sure, but you knew that weems would call you to her office immediately if she saw you casually escaping nevermore for a flight. especially after that night with rowan.

you slipped into a corridor in the courtyard, quietly making your way back to your room before you immediately moved to the side. your reflexes acted quicker than your mind did, because you were now looking at wednesday, who seemed equally as confused as you.

"where did you come from?" wednesday asked, observing your messy hair and flushed cheeks. "did you sleep with xavier again?"

you thought you had escaped that subject. enid had easily forgotten it, as she was distracted by her victory in the poe cup, but you knew wednesday wouldn't let it go so easily.

"no," you responded with a roll of your eyes. "i went out flying." your eyes darted down to the image wednesday held in her hand, lips tugging into a small frown. "are you investigating right now?"

"i found the nightshade society symbol on a statue," wednesday explained, briskly continuing to walk. you walked quickly beside her; you could just sleep later. besides, wednesday wasn't complaining yet.

"right," you nodded, turning a corner with wednesday. in front of you, a large statue of edgar allan poe stood with a book in one hand and a raven in the other.

wednesday began to climb up to the statue, peering at the open pages of the book. you followed her ministrations, climbing up the opposite side.

"every line is a different riddle," wednesday murmured, quickly taking out a pocketbook as she began to write. "the opposite of moon— sun. a world between ours—"

"nether," you replied quickly, wednesday sending you a quick look before she wrote it down. "the next one is april, then after that it's a pansy, then two, then willow— you'd think that he'd have harder riddles. where's the challenge?" you grumbled, allowing wednesday to write down the rest of the answers on her notepad. you both climbed down, and you looked over her shoulder at the answer.

SNAP TWICE.

a nostalgic smile graced wednesday's face as she looked up the statue and snapped twice. the raven's wings flapped down, and poe's arm moved closer to his book as both the statue and the wall behind it moved back, revealing stairs that went below the ground.

you and wednesday walked down the steps. you could feel your adrenaline pumping and your senses high at the sudden feeling of being watched. it wasn't by the paintings — that much you knew — but you felt as though there were other people here.

the large symbol of the nightshades was embellished into the floor, and the paintings of past members all stared at you from the walls they decorated. wednesday's flashlight lingered on a photo of her young mom and dad while you walked to one of the book cases. even in the dim light, you could see that one book had been taken out more recently than the others.

you pulled it out of the shelf and opened it, wednesday approaching you and watching as you quickly flipped through. eventually, you found the page that rowan had torn.

"here." you handed wednesday the book, and the shoved it into her bag. you both turned around, ready to leave, before someone almost shoved a bag over your head.

almost.

you grabbed the hands that held the bag, coming face to face with a masked and hooded figure. you shoved them up against the wall, their hands still over their head as you hand came around their throat. you squeezed, gazing into the eyes of the person behind the mask. you were ready to suffocate them for even thinking of laying a hand on you, only for a punch was thrown at your head, knocking you out.

you woke up to the bag being pulled off of your head, your eyes getting used to the projector pointed at you and wednesday, who sat beside you. she didn't even look phased; she almost looked disappointed. your hands moved against the tie around your wrists. you almost let out a laugh; who did they get to tie these knots?

the cloaked and masked figures surrounded you in a circle, and they were almost menacing if it weren't for the fact that you and wednesday already knew who all of them were.

"who dares breach our inner sanctum?" one spoke loudly, their voice obviously changed to fit the aesthetic they had put up.

"you can take the mask off, bianca," wednesday stated, obviously unimpressed by the whole situation.

collective groans of disappointment echoed around you from the members of the nightshade society, their hands coming up to pull their hoods and masks off. you couldn't help but bite back a laugh at their obvious disappointment at failing to be even the least bit scary. you were met with some of the sirens, as well as ajax, yoko, and xavier. you bite back a laugh at his ridiculous getup; you preferred the jester costume over his weird cloak.

"wait, i preferred you with it on," wednesday added snarkily, her tone as cold as ever.

"how did you get down here?" xavier asked you both, his hair disheveled form the hood and his close call with death.

"is it hard to?" you asked with a cock of your head, making xavier send you a sarcastic smile that quickly dropped.

"rowan showed us. left pocket." wednesday glanced down at the left pocket.

xavier stepped forward, grabbing the page from her pocket.

"i tracked the watermark to the poe statue. then y/n and i solved the riddle."

"there's a riddle?" kent asked with a frown, looking at the other members in confusion. "i thought we just snapped twice."

"this one's real smart," you said sarcastically. "you guys really do recruit the best of the best."

"the nightshades are an elite social club. emphasis on elite." bianca gave you a look after her last comment, looking you up and down.

"we have roof parties, campouts, the occasional midnight skinny dip," yoko said, and you swore you could hear pride in her voice.

"and yoko's an amateur mixologist," divina added. now she was proud.

"she makes a killer virgin mojito. it can get pretty wild," ajax said with a smile, and with that you finally let out a laugh.

"holy shit, you're all prudes!" you managed out between laughs, practically falling off of your chair. "have you all ever actually drank? or went to bed past curfew," you snickered, making wednesday huff as she continued.

"last i heard, the nightshades had been disbanded," wednesday said, ignoring you as you sighed happily, obviously content with your laughter.

"yeah, the group kind of lost its charter 30 years ago after some normie kid died," xavier responded, eyes avoiding yours as he looked at wednesday.

"but we have a lot of wealthy alumni, so weems looks the other way as long as nobody makes any waves," yoko explained further, her fangs visible in the minimal light.

"must be nice," you said with a faux sigh of sadness, "so let me guess— to join, you you have to be rich."

"you have to be respectable and well known," bianca stated, glaring at you, "and we all know that you're anything but," she said with a fake smile.

"well i am well known. but even i know that respect is earned," you tilted your head, humming to yourself as you sent bianca a grin, "i'm not sure you're aware of that, though."

"rowan certainly caught some unnecessary attention," wednesday commented she was focusing purely on the task at hand; she knew you could always deter whatever bianca threw at you.

"we booted that loser last semester," bianca responded casually, her careless disrespect for the dead making your hands curl into fists.

"don't talk about him like that," you said, anger thrumming through your body. someone like rowan didn't deserve to be spoken of like that. while you knew they probably believed that rowan was alive and well, you knew that you sent the right soul to the heavens. to hear someone speak so carelessly about a departed soul made you angry. they deserved anything but disrespect.

"he's alive. god, you two and death," bianca rolled her eyes, clasping her two hands in front of her. "question is, what are we gonna do with them? only members are allowed in this library."

"use a better riddle then," you muttered bitterly under your breath, making xavier sigh as he silently weighed his options.

"i say we invite them to pledge," xavier stated, confused murmurs echoing through the nightshades. "she is a legacy," he pointed to the photo of wednesday's mom and dad, "and y/n would be a good asset to the nightshades."

"awe, how nice." sarcasm dripped from your words, xavier's words doing nothing to change your attitude.

"after the crap they pulled in the poe cup, there's no way in hell," bianca said sternly, her obvious dislike for the both of you evident in her tone. "we talk about not making waves, both of they are a tsunami."

"just because we beat you at your own game? let me save you the trouble— i'm not interested in joining." you could wednesday's look, usually devoid of all emotion, shine with a hint of annoyance at bianca's pettiness.

"neither am i," you added with a satisfactory smile.

"you're seriously turning us down?" yoko asked in disbelief, raising a judgemental eyebrow.

"shocking, isn't it?" you stood up and stretched your arms over your head, ignoring the looks from the others as you let out a yawn. you had freed yourself the moment you realized that whomever tied the knots didn't actually know what they were doing.

"i freed myself five minutes ago." wednesday stood up with you, holding up the untied rope for all to see. she grabbed the page from xavier as she made her way to the stairs.

"did you tie us?" you asked xavier as you walked by him, "is that why it was so easy to get out?" your teasing was getting to him; you could see it in the way he was clenching his jaw and practically scowling at you. you walked up to stand alongside wednesday, who stood in front of kent.

"do you want a matching black eye?" wednesday asked coldly, shoving the rope into his chest.

you could only ignore the siren as you easily walked by him and made your way to the stairs. you looked down at wednesday walking behind you; she seemed irked by something.

"it's amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name," wednesday said in an annoyed tone, obviously disappointed that she was kidnapped incorrectly.

"okay, let's go addams," you grumbled, motioning for wednesday to go up the steps with you.

"all students will report for their volunteer jobs at 10:00 am sharp, followed by a community lunch at 1:00," weems said to the students gathered at the courtyard. but you were too busy looking at the full page of the book with wednesday to give your full attention to the principal.

"weird," was all you could say about the subject, having not received the full story of everything. "you said that you saw that girl during the poe cup?"

"in a vision." wednesday shut the book abruptly, glancing at the courtyard. it was exactly the same as the image, all the way down to the tree.

"as you know, this year's outreach day culminates in a very special event, the dedication of a new memorial statue in the town square, which will also include performances by nevermore students." excited sounds rippled through out the crowd, which only made weems' smile brighter. "i trust you will all put your best face forward."

you took an envelope from one of the professors as enid walked towards you and wednesday excitedly. "i got pilgrim world!' she squealed, showing you both the envelope. "i do have natural people skills and a love of performing, so it's kind of the obvi choice. what'd you guys get?"

"the weathervane," you stated blankly, scrunching your nose in slight disappointment.

"uriah's heap," wednesday read, "whatever that is."

"the weathervane is a cafe while uriah's heap is this weird, creepy antique store," a look of disgust shadowed over enid's face before she forced a smile at wednesday, "you'll love it though!" she turned her head to look at a specific gorgon standing next to xavier. she sighed happily, "i'm crossing my claws ajax and i will be outreaching together."

the bus ride to jericho was just how you remembered most school bus rides. it was rowdy and loud, with so many students speaking to each other at once that it felt impossible to think. but thankfully, jericho wasn't too far away.

you hopped out of the bus, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead as you walked down the street. your focus went to a familiar long-haired individual standing in front of a blank wall at the side of the sidewalk.

"why are you staring at a blank wall?" you asked, only half curious as you stood with him. the brick wall was completely whited out.

"it wasn't blank last outreach day." xavier gave you a side eye, the fact that you went out of your way to approach him only a little odd to him. but his tone held a certain kind of bitterness that made you furrow your brows; this is the first time you have been civil to him and he was still annoyed by something.

"i wasn't aware that my presence irked you this much," you said as you turned your head to look at him.

"i went out on a limb for you and wednesday the other night," xavier focused his attention on the wall, but you could see his lips tugging into a frown.

"we didn't ask you to. i didn't ask you to." you would rather do anything but be in some prude society full of teens who believed that virgin mojitos were scandalous. "besides," you continued, "you're probably just using me to get back at bianca."

"where did you get that idea?" xavier asked you, finally turning his head your way. of course he was bothered by you mentioning bianca in the first place— he thought he made it clear that he wasn't interested in her anymore.

"i'm not blind, nor am i deaf. don't even get me started on wednesday— i told you to just tell her how you feel." you kicked at a nearby stone on the ground. "but hey, take my advice or not. i have other stuff to focus on."

"like what?"

"figuring out what that thing that attacked rowan was. proving to everyone that he's dead," you saw xavier's look of disbelief and scoffed. "don't tell me you still don't believe me."

"i told you that rowan was expelled. everyone saw him leave—you just got the wrong person," xavier was completely exasperated at this point, looking at you as though you were crazy.

"when you bring someone's soul to the sky, you know it's them," you fired back defensively, "you feel them. their pain for having to leave, the eventual acceptance, the war they fought," you swallowed, stopping yourself from getting to into your entire position. you let out a slow exhale to stop yourself from saying too much, eyes focused on the ground as you grounded yourself.

and xavier watched it all. he was reading you like a book, his eyes drifting to the different tells he was receiving from you; your hands clenching into fists and unclenching, your slow breaths, how you suddenly avoided eye contact when he knew fully well that you had a tendency to do it to everyone. he wanted to say something to help you talk about your overall care for the subject of death and your job, but instead he stayed quiet, managing a soft, "take your time," that made you swallow thickly.

"have you spoken to him lately?" you managed to ask, crossing your arms defensively. you still managed to look into his green eyes, your irises stone cold; your guard went back up again.

"i texted him a few times, but i never head him back," xavier replied, "i just figured he wanted nevermore in his rearview mirror."

"or he's dead." there it was again, your competitive and determined spirit.

"i understand that it's your job to bring souls up there, but i don't understand why you care so much." xavier began to walk down the street, and you were quick to walk next to him.

you didn't like walking behind people.

"i don't understand how you can care so little," you said, easily catching up with his strides. "wednesday and i saw everything, it's literally my duty to bring up the right person—"

"you snuck into the nightshade's library. wednesday has a little more leeway since her parents were past members, but you don't," xavier snapped, stopping on the sidewalk to fully look at you. "you can add 'trespasser' and 'thief' on your resume, right next to 'murderer.'"

you scoffed. "that was years ago, and he deserved it. you don't know shit."

"and you do?" xavier rolled his eyes, poking at your chest. you were standing stiffly, your eyes looking down at his finger before you looked up at him with a warning glare. but xavier didn't back down. "i know that wednesday stole a book from the library too."

"do you know anything about that?" you asked him with a tilt of your head.

xavier pinched his nose bridge; he didn't understand how you two could be so persistent on the matter. especially you, who had literally slept with him a few days ago, who acted as though it was nothing (and it was), standing in front of him and interrogating him in the middle of the sidewalk. "rowan had the book open on his desk a few days before the harvest festival," he said reluctantly, making your eyebrows raise, "i just thought that he stole it after he got kicked out of the nightshades." xavier sighed, reminiscing about that night. "i confronted him about it, and he kind of went ballistic on me."

"but what's weird is that wednesday is in that journal. like, that girl in the courtyard with crackstone looks exactly like her."

"the guy in the image is crackstone? like the guy that founded jericho crackstone?" you asked, starting to walk down the sidewalk.

xavier followed behind you, saying, "is there another joseph crackstone?" he nodded to a nearby sign, for pilgrim world. "that's him."

"ew." you scrunched your nose at that, standing next to xavier as you arrived at the town's courtyard.

the mayor began to speak to all the students, welcoming them for their help. but you honestly couldn't care less, because once he and weems stopped talking, you turned around and made your way to the weathervane. you were disappointed that xavier was trailing behind you.

stopping in front of the entrance to the weathervane. "nice talk. this is me."

"this is me too." xavier groaned in realization, his head falling back at the thought of having to spend the rest of the day around you.

"this'll be so much fun," you said through gritted teeth, shoving the door open to the cafe.

ACT IV, ACT V, ACT VI

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[bunkoos-mole-enthusiast]

Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs

Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. 🔞 Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)

Lone Blue Egg: Jungkook is a simple man. He goes to work, he hangs out with friends, he worries about finding a mate to take home for his hometown breeding season. Maybe he spends a little more money on cam girls than is fiscally responsible but he has niche tastes. Maybe he feels a bit adrift, but he's a young penguin hybrid, supposedly in his prime, far from his crèche. https://archiveofourown.org/works/35424625/chapters/88299640 A Sea Of Indigo: Pitbull Hybrid Jungkook has finally been freed from the fighting rings, and now finds himself at Marigold Sanctuary & Transition Estate, a place for healing and self-discovery for rescued hybrids. It's stupid, dumb, cheesy, and hell-bent on helping Jungkook "heal" and "find himself" and "decide the course of his life." And right at the center of it is Y/N, a nurse who's got everyone bamboozled that she's like some awesome person. She's not that great. Jungkook hates it here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/25881670/chapters/62890984 Sugar Fairy: Bunny Hybrid Jungkook is at that age... he needs a mate, and it's making life miserable for everyone in the family. The obvious solution is to bring home a girl. The obvious problem is that while it's love at first sight for Pippa when he walks into the adoption tent, Jungkook is far more into the sexy cat to her right. Will there ever be peace in the family again? https://archiveofourown.org/works/25882588/chapters/62893486 The Lowlander: Out of the frying pan and into the fire: Marguerite is already used to life as a barely-tolerated outcast, being the elven daughter of an Orlesian noble, but after her travel party is attacked, she goes from one hostage situation to the next. Sure, her new "man" is brave and handsome and one of the best warriors in the Hold, but he's also hard-headed, impatient, and expects her to be the perfect Avvar woman. She refuses. She will not lose herself in this place. Anyway, she only has to endure him until she can figure out how to make her escape, or face an even worse evil at the end of a month... https://archiveofourown.org/works/27747925/chapters/67919119 Meadow: Despite being arranged two decades ago, the start of Bronwen and Jungkook's marriage is a difficult one. Misunderstanding, resentment, and a struggle to control unfamiliar instincts threaten to mire them both in a miserable, unhealthy situation. Before they can even begin to reconcile their new intertwined fate, though, Bronwen begins to suspect there's something else holding them back: a lie that threatens everything she's been raised to believe. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27241096/chapters/66545848 Tell Me What Changed: Alex and Jungkook have been best friends since childhood --actual best friends. She is NOT in love with him, for real, and wishes people would stop assuming that. Why does no one question if he's in love with her? Huh? But it might have to do with his successful fuckboy status, while Alex is very much... not that. Which is fine and doesn't matter! Until Jimin's impending wedding leaves her eager for a date and willing to put herself out there, and Jungkook can't believe what happens next. https://archiveofourown.org/works/38661003/chapters/96652572 Amended: Getting into a bar fight is the least surprising part of Isabella's return home. She sure doesn't expect to run into her childhood friend turned high school enemy, now not just surprisingly a law-abiding citizen but a police officer. Things seem to be going great for him, but Isabella is struggling with more than a bar fight. A single mom with a sick grandmother, an alcoholic mother, an abusive ex, and a short fuse herself, matters are not helped that Jungkook seems to be everywhere. All the time. Especially every time Isabella messes up. Can she really believe him when he says he just wants to help? https://archiveofourown.org/works/27238486/chapters/66539191 Wintervale: Jungkook proves his allegiance to the throne of your kingdom. Fantasy au. https://fantasybangtan.tumblr.com/post/189763429007/wintervale-jjk

[softly-sirius]

The start of Carmen, Sydney & you (You're all eventually dating)

Carmen can’t wipe the tension from his shoulders, hearing the sound of irregular chopping. 

His hands are curled around Sydney’s counters, grip white-knuckling in an attempt to keep his tongue still. He so badly wants to take over, it would be so much faster if he was to do it, the slices of potato so much even as well. 

You were talking to him about your day, mindless chatter that Sydney would occasionally chime in on. While you were stationed at the counter, facing Carmen, Sydney was working on the stove, facing the opposite way. 

When Carmen had offered to take over the first time, you had insisted the guest should not cook, the second time, Sydney had glared at him from over your shoulder and he had seen you visibly deflate. 

He didn’t mean to make you think he didn’t want to eat your food, but it felt foreign to be in a kitchen and not be cooking. Especially when you had been so kind to him all day, he felt an urge to show some appreciation, but the only thing he was good at was cooking. You had vetoed that. 

“What do you think chef?” You questioned cheerfully, ducking slightly to the side to make room for Sydney as she slid over. 

Her arm slid around your waist, squeezing softly. Carmen followed Sydney’s gaze, to the unevenly chopped potatoes. At least you had cleaned away the sad pile of potato skins before you started chopping them up. It was more manners than The Beefs chefs had before Carmen had drilled it into them. 

“They look perfect!” She complimented, with a kiss to your cheek. 

Carmen finds himself startled for a moment by the casual intimacy. How you lean back against Sydney's hold and how you both seem to fall into place against each other. It’s so different to anything he’s experienced, to the touches he has shared. You seem to know each other so well, that you can anticipate what the other will do instinctively. 

You had brandished your cheek, just as Sydney dipped her lips to kiss it. This must be a routine you go through every time you make dinner, only now Carmen is a part of it. A spectator for the event. 

“Carmen?” You look at him expectantly, a hopeful smile on your face. Sydney glowers at him, without even speaking he knows what she’s saying. 

Insult your efforts and she’ll stab him like she did Richie. 

There are a lot of words Carmen could use to despicable the massacred potatoes in front of him, but perfect isn’t one of them. He could never say that though, not just because of the threat of death from Sydney, but because he can’t bring himself to be the reason your smile diminishes. 

“Looks great Chef,” The white lie is worth it for the beaming smile that overtakes your face. He’s pretty sure he’d down a bowl of cold, lumpy mash if you told him you made it. 

“Did you hear that Syd?” You giggle, Sydney smiling against your neck. “Better watch out, I’ll be taking over as head chef around here soon,”

“I bet,” She placates, turning back to the stove to continue what she was doing.

Sydney is always a sight to behold in the kitchen, but there is something about watching her here that is completely different. She has a sense of calm and peace that Camren rarely gets to see. It’s in the way she holds herself, the set of her shoulders, the looseness of her limbs. 

He watches the fluid movement of her arms and catches the smile on her face, the lightness in her voice. She’s in her element, surrounded by comfort doing something she loves. The sauce she’s making smells amazing, even in its early stages. 

Seeing her like this always brings out this nostalgia in Carmen, how it felt when cooking was just something he loved, not something that defined him. It makes him want to cook, not just to perfect a technique or prove himself, but to create something with his hands and see other people enjoy it. He wishes the roles were reversed, he craves now more than ever to be the one cooking. 

 Sydney passes you a bowl without looking. 

You take it from her instinctively, placing the potato slices in the bowl carefully. You wash them in the sink dutifully. “You should come over for dinner more often,” You hum, fingers massaging more than washing an extra large potato slice. 

Carmen's traitorous heart skips a beat at the prospect. 

Sydney looks over at Carmen, nodding her head, “Yeah, might even let you cook next time,” Her gaze drops to Carmens' hands and he realises he must have been more obvious than he thought. His grip on the counter drops. 

“Maybe I'll cook for you both,” You offer, grinning fiendishly into your bowl, “my famous risotto,” 

Sydney bursts into laughter, “Infamous risotto!” she corrects. 

“You said you liked it,” You argue. “You ate the whole bowl.

“Because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings,” 

“It’s too complex for you to understand,” You rebuff. Your eyes, rounded and pleading, drift to Carmen, “You’d like it, right Carmen,” 

Your fingers drip water across the counter as you look at him so sweetly, he knows he can’t say no.

“It’s not even risotto, it’s rice you boiled in water and then added a stock cube to” Sydney giggles, leaving her sauce to simmer as she finds herself back at your side. 

Carmen’s forehead creases, trying to hide his confusion that someone can be inept at cooking. Not only that, but when they’re dating a chef as incredible as Sydney. He knows you dated throughout her time at CIA, knows you watched her practise and tasted all her dishes, yet somehow…. 

As if thinking the same thing Sydney asks you herself, “How are you still so bad when you watch me all the time?” The question is mostly rhetorical as she holds your hand in her own, drying each off with a tea towel carefully. 

“Exactly, how can I pay attention to your cooking when you're standing there looking like this?” 

Sydney bashful returns to her side of the kitchen again, mumbling for you to stop. 

“Maybe you can teach me next time?” You ask Carmen with a tilt of your head.

“You think he’s gonna be less distracting?” Sydney says, tone implying something that Carmen is sure he’s imagining.

Your eyes rake him up and down, “Maybe not, suppose I’m just as bad as you.” You and Sydney share a look, something unspoken passing between you both for a moment before you turn your attention back to your potatoes. “Is the water boiling?”

“Ready when you are,” Sydney confirms. 

You spin around, pouring your potatoes into a pan of boiling water. Then you dip to Sydney’s ear, whispering something that has her tightening her grip. 

Carmen looks down in his lap, gnawing anxiously on his lip. This had been a bad idea after all because very quickly his one infatuation was turning into two. 

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[mind0zone]

Evangeline Keys

And a series of MariBat related quotes!

Eva: A list of people getting therapy the moment I get rich; Everyone.

Dick: I think that’s an exaggeration?

Eva: it’s not, you’re after Jason.

🕸️

Mari: So now that I found out he’s my dad I’m heading to Gotham

Felix and Eva (whose both been to Gotham, met Bruce Wayne, saw his chaotic children): why do you carry this luck around you?

Mari: Pardon? 😃

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Eva: I hate people who go “I wouldn’t wish that on my worse enemy!” I would, and I’d double the prayer as well.

Jason: are you sure we can’t adopt you too?

Dick: Jason, No!

Jason: Jason, Yes!

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Eva: Luka has every right to be the villain, I’m sorry Mari, you fucking failed.

Luka: Eva-

Mari: END THIS, THIS IS THE THIRTEENTH TIME!

🕸️

Eva: I used to think I like children, and would restrain from ever feeling like hitting them…and then you happened.

Damian: I was raised by assassins, you wouldn’t be the first to hit me.

Eva (who now feels bad and slightly mothering instinct): no, but I’m going to be the first to give you a hug and say it’s okay…

Damian(has been here before):BACK YOU DEMON!”

🕸️

Eva: Out of all your newfound Siblings who is the favorite?

Batboys (listening in):…

Mari(without missing a beat): Cass.

Eva (nodding in approval): right answer

Cass (smiles):

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Eva (after Damian got benched): free my boy, he did all of that, but it don’t matter!

Damian: I’ll excuse you purposefully horrible grammar, in turns of thanking you for your agreement.

Tim: ten people got injured horribly, and three are yet to be found.

Eva: and? Sounds like a them problem.

Damian: As, Miss. Keys, says.

Eva: Damian we talked about this, it’s Eva, Hun. 😕

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Eva: listen I’m not an orphan, but my dad and mama has been going on business trips without me lately, and I’m close to just coming to the conclusion they up and died.

Bruce: your adoptions papers are already filled out, nothing to worry about

Eva: MY WHAT NOW? 😟

🕸️

Eva: Not going to lie, Timothy Jackson is Drake-Wayne, spectacular name, your parents may have failed at parenting you, but name making they got 10/10

Tim: please go back to London

Mari: She stays.

Felix (missing their alone time and peaceful nation): No, she needs to go home!

Mari (without missing a beat): I will FIGHT you Felix!

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Eva and Felix (discussing the shared obviousness of Bruce Wayne’s identity): 🗣️🗣️

Tim (joining in cause he found out at nine):🗣️🗣️

Bruce (standing there blankly after asking a simple question): 🧍

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[tooxmanyxships]

Nonie, can u make a ‘never have I ever’ fic with the old grid, and it ended with the admission of almost everyone’s not so secret crush on Nico? Lewis and Nico also eventually admitted to being in a relationship then 🤭

P.S. Inspired with that compilation of post where Mark, JB, even Seb, admitted to finding Nico beautiful 🤭🥰

Sure can! 😉

They all blamed Daniel (and Valtteri and Kimi) for this.

It was Daniel's idea, of course it was, to get 'the ol' gang' back together.

But what's a 'get back together' night without alcohol?

Absolutely nothing.

So here they were. Back together and getting drunk by a fire pit.

The night was filled with voices and laughter, which could only mean it was a great evening.

But when they saw Daniel and Jenson huddled together at some point, they knew the peace and quiet wouldn't last long.

"Guys!" Jenson piped up, trying to catch everyone's attention. "Daniel and I decided that we're playing never have I ever!"

A collective groan could be heard.

"Guys, come on. It will be fun!" Daniel backed up his partner in crime. And who could resist that smile?

So, they all settled down around the fire pit, ready to play this game of doom.

~**~

The game starts off really mild. Some would even call it boring.

The only exciting part is that they have to take a shot every time they've done the thing that's been asked.

But then it's Valtteri's turn and his shared look with Daniel should be enough to send them all running.

"Never have I ever had a crush on another driver."

Daniel drinks, so do Jenson, Mark and - - - Seb?

"Okay, now I have to know." Daniel's grin looks shark like. "We all know about Mark and Jenson's man crush on each other." He ignores the sputtering from both mentioned men. "But Seb? Who did you have a crush on?"

"That's not part of the game, Daniel." Sebastian tries, trying his hardest not to take a sip from his drink again.

"I'd like to know too."

Sebastian glares at Kimi. Of all the times he decides to speak, it has to be now.

They're all watching him expectantly. Waiting for him to actually answer.

He mumbles something, a name that no one can make out.

"What was that?"

Damn you, Daniel.

"I said... Nico." He clears his throat and stares everywhere but at the people around him. "Nico Rosberg."

There's silence. Sebastian wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

"Good choice." Sebastian's head whips around towards the blond man who's name he just mentioned. He gets a grin from him and a shrug. "Didn't expect that though."

"The crush was over pretty quickly." Sebastian answers, receiving laughter from the others.

"You can't be the only one who's had a crush on Nico." Daniel again. Of course. "Who else had a crush on him?"

Surprisingly, or maybe not that surprising actually, most of them put up their hand.

"What can I say," Jenson grinned, "Britney is beautiful."

"Especially when he's in the wall," Mark added.

Nico rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

Well everyone but Lewis.

Seb noticed too and nudged the Brit.

"What's wrong, Lewis?"

"He lied."Everyone looked over at Valtteri when he spoke up." He didn't put up his hand. "

Lewis scowled at Valtteri, but Valtteri just stared back at him challengingly.

"I didn't lie, first of." Lewis answered, taking a big swig of his drink before putting it down. "Because I never had a crush. He was always mine."

To prove his point, Lewis, blaming it on the alcohol, stood up and draped himself, unceremoniously, over a dumbstruck Nico's lap.

Nico blinked when Lewis' slightly cold fingers caressed his cheek, and then he felt lips connect with his own.

On instinct, his lips moved against those all so familiar ones, his arms wrapping around that familiar body.

There were cheers and bouts of "fucking finally!" being uttered all around them, but they didn't even seem to notice.

Finally Lewis pulled back, smiling at Nico before turning his body a little to look at the others.

"See. A crush means nothing. I've got the complete package."

Nico chuckled and buried his face into Lewis' neck, kissing his skin there.

He was right.

This meant so much more than any other man having a crush on him.