#hit that child! he's embarassing me!!

[thomas-the-goat-of-satan]

I think that everytime Stiles did something that reminded the audience he was the Sheriff's son, he should've been decked in the mouth by a faceless creature that materialized from the shadows. it should've been a running gag.

[yestrday]

bro like

imagine if reader and housewife scara had a kid that looks practically exactly like one of them and yet got the personality of the other parent 💀💀💀

🍡 anon back at it again

ghiwefi i can imagine the domestic shenanigans here istg kuni's reactions would be fucking hilarious. also you get called papa once because i couldnt think of any gn parental terms

you might like: yandere! genshin malewife au ft. scara

"oh my gosh say that one more time for the camera, sweetie."

your eight-year-old flips you off from his seat, glaring at you over a bowl of cereal. his [hair color] is messy from tossing and turning in his sleep and his pouty lips are in the most bitter scowl you have ever seen adorning them. you squeal as you capture your vulgar child on camera and begin fawning over it on camera, whilst kuni karate chops him on the head.

"ow! whaddya do that for?!" he complains, covering his bump with his tiny two hands as kuni locks him with an equally deadly glare.

"you brat, you better treat your parent with more respect!" he scolds. he looks threatening, despite holding a pan with the most delicious looking waffles while donning a frilly lavender apron. "if i see you flipping someone off one more fucking time, you're losing tv privileges!"

"why not?!" the child yells indignantly as he shakes his tiny fists at his father. "you do that to them all the time?!"

"just because i do it doesn't mean you can!"

"then you're not a very good parent, are you?!"

kuni pops a vein, and he feels the most vile sentence forming on the tip of his tongue before he bites it down and sighs. "for that, i'm still cutting down your tv time by one hour." he cries out in outrage, but he ignores him and slides the waffles onto a plate. "go play outside or something.... honestly, you look like this idiot over here—" he shoots a sharp glare at you, still fawning over the picture. "— but you're too goddamn rude to be anything like him."

"maybe it's because i get it from you!" the kid says, mouth full with waffles. kuni glances at him and scoffs, lightly hitting him again on the head.

"... make that two hours."

"never say that kind of sappy shit with my face ever again."

"but dad~" your daughter whines, tugging on kuni's kimono sleeve. "i love him! can't i just buy him one box of chocolates? please?"

kuni wrinkles his nose at the notion of a mere ten-year-old falling in love, and even more so when his literal carbon copy is pulling a lovesick expression with his face. she has the sharp eyes and all, yet they look so... girlish? dreamy, when on her. something about it grates on his nerves.

"how could you possibly like a guy like him?" he scoffs, scanning the aisle for a specific brand of flour. "you said he hated you. he throws your notebooks, mocks and humiliates you, and is basically anything but a decent human being. if it weren't for [y. name], i would've gone over to that school and ripped him and whatever vile parent he has into shreds."

"but! but!" she whines. "papa says you were exactly like that before!" kuni freezes. "then he could be the one for me!"

kuni snorts and grabs a bag of flour before dropping it into the cart. "your papa was and still is an idiot. but still," a fond smile graces his lips for a second. "we're the exception. doesn't mean it can turn out well for you."

"is that a no, then?" she pouts.

kuni is silent, and she perks up and pulls him down to give him a peck on the cheek. "thanks, dad!"

"whatever," he grumbles as she runs off to the chocolate aisle, holding the kissed cheek with an embarassed blush on his face.

[love-belle]

tujhe kitna chahne lage !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which the entire world is convinced that they do not like each other but it's actually quite the opposite.

or

for when they make you go crazy in a good way. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // lando norris x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - another desi!reader bc why the fuck not!!!!!! hope you like it, i love you so much <3

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[jujusdiary]

TILL FOREVER FALLS APART -ln4

pairing- lando norris x child hood best friend fem fewtrell!reader warning- mentions of trauma, abusive relationship, use of "kiddo" as a nickname from max to reader (idk if that's a warning lol) and use of y/n (ew ew ew sorry) genre- mutual pining, brother's best-friend, hella angst, fluff, fluff, and uhm, oh yeah- fluff. summary- after years of being apart, lando reunites with his childhood best-friend, but it's not what everyone is chalking it up to be. reminders of a past argument float up, and the reason for your absence all these years start to become more and more apparent. word count- 4.659k -- this fic was also not proofread lol bc i have no one willing to proofread these yet, so pls lmk if anyone would be interested 😽 also requests are still open and tysm for the love on my oscar post!!! Any text in orange is past/memory scenes soz if it gets confusing : )

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You stare off into the distance, your eyes glossy. The paddock stands like a bad memory before your eyes, and you try hard not to reminisce on the last time you stepped past that gate.

"You don't have to go in, you know that, right? You can see Lando some other time." Your brother, Max, says as he places his hand over yours. The car feels so much smaller now, as you sit there with him, the pass heavy in your hands.

"No, no. I have to go see him, i-i promised." You mutter to yourself, gulping down the fear in your throat. Last time you were here, it was over three years ago. You had been accompanied by your boyfriend at the time, Jonah, with his hand wound up around your arm tightly, fingertips digging into our flesh. You swear you can feel his fingers digging into you again, the bruises he left on your body aching all over again-

"Jonah can't hurt you, kiddo. He's far away, he can't reach you." Max reassures you, but you still have to swallow the bile in your throat as you climb out of the car and start to walk towards the paddock and the Mclaren hospitality, your legs shaky as all the memories come rushing back.

"you embarassed me, on live television !" His hand coming down to collide with your cheek. You whine in pain as your body jolts back, your arms and chest covered in bruises, your cheek stinging in pain.

"I-I'm sorry i didn't mean to ! I was just trying to congratulate Lando-" You say, shaking as you tried to back away from him. Jonah wasn't usually an angry man. He used to be sweet and tender towards you, always anxious whenever you would even so much graze your knee. But then he got angry over little things, like when you would knock things over or when you spoke a little too loud.

"Instead, you embarassed me and now everyone thinks my girlfriend is a whore !" You tried to squirm away from him, to hide somewhere and grab a phone to call someone-anyone- to help you. But his hand wrapped around your ankle and yanked you back towards him, blood sprouting on your cracked open skull as it hit the table.

"Be quiet."

"Yo. Y/n ?" You were snapped back to reality, Max's hand on your back, the younger aussie driver standing before you, already in his suit. "You okay ?" You gulp heavily, meeting Oscar's confused brown eyes.

"Y-yeah. I'm good." You reply, eyes scanning the crowds around you nervously.

"O-kay..? Anyways, Lando is looking for you." He says, clearing his throat and offering you a soft smile, before walking off. Max looks down at you.

"Are you sure you're alright ? You're looking pale. It's okay if you're scared, i know Lando and you didn't leave things on great terms." He mutters. The worry for his little sister is obvious on Max's face. Lando, Max and You have been friends since the karting days, when you were there to cheer on Max and secretly crush on his best-friend. But Lando had always acted like a brother to you, so you had always assumed those feelings were one sided. So when Lando finally made it to F1 and he started asking you to come to races and acting a bit more flirtatious towards you, it angered you because you had felt alne in your feelings for years and now he wanted to act like this ? It angered you to the point of going and getting a boyfriend. Jonah. Lando and you had gotten into a fight last time you had come to the paddock. It didn't end well. That was over three years ago, at Silverstone in 2021.

"Max, mate !" The voice makes your body go rigid.

"Lando !" Max breaks away from you, envelopping his arms around the boy, patting his back. The slightest of his curly brown hair is peeking out from underneath his papaya cap, his race suit tied around his waist as he clutches unto his water bottle. His cheeks are sunkissed underneath the chinese sun, still high off of his p1 quali. His sink is tan, his eyes shimmering with excitement.

"P1, mate, congrats ! That was amazing, that was." Max congratulates, smiling at him.

"Hah, thank you ! I got scared for a second there, but i was glad when my lap was re-instated, lad, i thought it was over-" His eyes find you, and the shimmer seems to die down. You fiddle with your shirt, the mclaren logo scratchy on your chest.

"Y/n." Your names comes tumbling past his lips like a chant too long apart from him, and it's like the breath has been knocked out of your chest.

"Hi, Lan." You answer, although your voice feels to low for him to hear you. He breaks away from your brother, his eyes drinking you in, a gulp passing past his adam's apple. An awkward silence hangs between the two of you, and it makes your heart hurt as you remember how he'd greeted you last time he'd seen you.

"Lan !" You ran into his arms, letting him fling you around as he groaned, picking you up.

"Ah, there you are ! Been wonderin' where you'd gone." He'd muttered into the skin of your neck, his breath warm. His touch was welcome on your bruised body, the heavy sweater creating unnecessary heat on that day. His arms were tight around you. This was the one race this season Jonah had not joined you. But the bruise around your neck was still obvious when Lando placed you down and his eyes fluttered down.

"Darling.." His hand moved your hair away from your neck softly, frowning. His touch was featherlight on your bruise, and you jerked away from him with a flinch. "Did he do this ? Did Jonah do this to you ?" His eyes were dark. You shook your head, trying to break away from him but his grip on your waist was steadfast.

"Don't lie to me." He whispered.

"He didn't mean to." You'd mumbled, and his face fell.

"He hurt you ?" You shook your head, trying to protest, but before you could, he was ushered away to his car.

"You look.. well." He mutters, scratching the back of his neck. Max looks between the two of you. It must be odd, seeing you standing so far from each other. Usually, his hands wouldn't be off you for more than three seconds- Lando craved your touch, it grounded him. Seeing his stand so far felt foreign to Max. He pats Lando's back again.

"Alright well.. I'm going to go find P.. I'll leave you two to it." He says before walking off, shaking his head. You stare at him in silence, your chest heaving.

"How have you been ?" He asks, taking a step closer to you. His eyes are scanning your skin, looking for any trace of a bruise. The thought hits you like a truck- he doesn't know you and Jonah broke up.

"I've been okay." You answer, your voice feeling strained in your throat. He nods, pursing his lips.

"How's Jonah ?" You gulp down the bile in your throat, scratching your eyebrow. The venom in his voice is evident- your past argument clearly still salt in an open wound.

"Uh- convicted. 5 years." His jaw pops open. "Did Max not tell you ?" He shakes his head, gulping.

"No, uh, he didn't."

"After Silverstone, i... I got it together. I called the cops. He was found guilty and.. i haven't seen him since." His eyes flutter as he nods softly, his lips parting.

"What are you doing later tonight ?"

"Nothing. Probably stay in, if i'm honest." You said, laughing as you stared at Lando as he dried off his sweaty hair after his p4 finish, the towel heavy on his neck.

"Go out with me." He said, turning to look at you. You wanted to say yes, you really did. But you knew Jonah would be furious if he found out you had stepped a foot outside without him.

"I would love to, Lan, but i-i shouldn't." You muttered, but he shook his head, tutting.

"Wasn't a question. You and me, we're going out before your muppet of a brother shows up tomorrow and ruins out fun, alright ?" he said, smiling broadly at you. You scratched at your stomach, the hidden bruise on your ribs bothering you as yo sat uncomfortably on the chair, but you couldn't say anything was bothering you or Lando would be all over you.

"I'm serious, Lan, i don't think i should-"

"Nonsense. We're going to have fun."

You stared at him , your feet aching from being stood up so long.

"Should we go sit somewhere ?" Lando asks, his eyes happier than before. You nod.

"Sure." You follow him inside the McLaren hospitality, your hands shaky as you enter the place you haven't seen in three years. Everyone greets you with smiles and handshakes galore, and it makes you feel like you've been greeted home. It still feels weird that he hasn't hugged you yet, and you try not to let that bother you when you sit down on the couch in his driver's room, the door closing behind him. He turns to face you.

"I've missed you, y'know ?" He says, his voice soft as he leans against the door, his eyes looking up. "I didn't think i'd see you again after that night.. After Max told me you'd gone." He says, clearing his throat. You glance down at your hands, fiddling with the skin around your fingers.

"I didn't think i'd come back, to be honest." He looks at you, and his gaze softens.

"I'm sorry, for what i said." He says, licking his lips. You finally look up at him, and the look in his eyes makes you want to sob. "Everytime i think about it.. It makes me want to be sick. The way i treated you-"

"We don't have to talk about that." You say, begging to get away from that subject.

"But i want to apologise to you." He says, sitting next to you. "I didn't mean it. Any of it."

The music was loud, and Lando was leaning next to you at the bar. You were laughing along to something he had said, when your phone had started to ring in your pocket. Its was Jonah. Somehow he had found out you were out, and he was fuming. You were crying in a corner, hiding from Lando, from whom you had excused yourself from to answer the call. Your shoulders we shaking, your dress hiking up to your knees to reveal the bruises peppered on your thighs, the sweater you had slung over to hide the spagetti straps revealing the bruises on your collarbones was now too heavy to bear, making you sweat as you tried your best to control your breathing- yet every breath you took made your ribs ache ache and wince. You tore your sweater off, fanning at your face, relishing in the privacy to no longer hide underneath layers.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?" You tensed up at his voice. You wiped the runny mascara off your cheeks, forgetting you had taken your sweater off. Lando turned the corner, and his jaw almost dropped when he saw you.

"Jesus, Y/n. What has he been doing to you ?" You frowned, before looking down at yourself, the music from the club outside still thrumming on the floor. Your eyes went wide as he took a step closer to you grabbing your arm softly and looking at the bruises peppered on your body. You shook your head, new tears forming in your eyes.

"N-No, i'm just clumsy, I walked into a wall and i bumped into a few tables. You know how i am, Lan, it's nothing-" He shook his head, cutting you off.

"Don't lie to me, darling. I'm sick and tired of you being scared of doing things that you think he would see as out of line. You've changed, Y/n. You're not the same anymore, you're too preoccupied with what he thinks of you, of what he wants you to do." You frowned at his words. It was obvious he was drunk, his words were slurred, but he had had enough. Lando had loved you for years, not that the believed you loved him back, and the second he got into f1, Max had given him the green flag to go ahead and make a move, having placed a heavy hands off for most of your life. But his relentless moves onto you just seemed to anger you, and he didn't seem to understand why- so it's safe to say he was confused when Jonah appeared at the paddock with you, out of the blue. He tried to play it off, to act happy for you because you were happy and that was all that mattered to him. But when he saw you start to be more scared every time anyone lifted their hand or arm, or how you wore heavy and covered clothing even on the hottest of days- he knew something was wrong. Especially when you stopped hugging him before races, especially when Jonah was around, he was convinced something was wrong.

"You're not yourself anymore - You're scared of everything, you're nervous, you look like you don't want to be around me, and you're always doing whatever fucking Jonah wants you to do. Im sick of it. I'm sick of it, i'm tired of seeing you upset all the time." You gulped down tears, and Lando knew he was saying the wrong things. He couldn't tell if he was being rude, the alcohol too heavy in his veins, fogging up his brain.

"Why are you acting like this ?" You mumbled, shaking your head. His words were hitting you, deep. You knew he was drunk, but aren't drunk words simply sober thoughts ?

So Lando really thought you were a push over and you were just giving in to Jonah ?

Letting yourself get hit ?

"Because i love you, goddammit ! I've loved you since we were kids but i couldn't do anything about it because of your brother, but then when he gave me the green light, I was going to go for you- But then you brought fucking Jonah !" His words knocked the air straight out of your chest. He loved you ?

" And i knew he was off- I knew something was wrong with him. The second i saw you act weird, especially to me, i knew something was wrong and now i know !" He yelled, pointing at your bruises. "He's been hurting you, y/n, and you've been hiding it ! God, you should've told me ! All i want is to protect you, darling."

"Lan, you're being mean.."

"Mean ? Mean ?! I'm trying to help you because he's obviously not a good guy but you're too scared to do anything about it, so you've stayed with him for three years !"

"You don't think i know that ? You don't think i've tried to get away ?I have, Lan ! Ive tried to tell you and Max, anyone, but i knew you would act like this and i was scared of what you would do ! What do you think this entire weekend was about ? I was trying to have one good moment before i went back there and ended things with him and filed a restraining order against him !" He tensed up as you yelled back at him, tears streaming down your face. "You think telling me that i've been letting him do these things to me is going to make me fall for you ?"

His face fell, and he suddenly realised that he had made a big, big mistake.

"No, Y/n, that's not what i-"

"Well it's not. And to think i came here all this way for you, putting my ass on the line because who knows the things he will do to me when i get back." You screamed, your throat yelling at you with every raise in. your tone, your voice cracking.

"Then stay. Don't go back, stay with me." He begged. He could tell you wanted to, but his earlier words were still stinging your heart. You shook your head and slipped your sweater back on. You pushed past him, but he gripped your arm.

"No, please, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to yell." His eyes were pleading. "You know that's not what i meant. Please, love, i'm not in my right mind- Just stay until morning and i'll explain it t you when my head isn't moving at three thousand thoughts a minute- Please." You could tell he was drunk. But you still felt sick just looking at him.

"Well it's too late now isn't it ?" You mumbled, before breaking free and running off.

You were on a plane out of the country before Max's had even landed.

"Not any of it ? Wow, okay." You ask, feeling that same prickly feeling in your throat as you did that night.

"Well i meant one part." He says, looking down at you. " I do love you."

"Lando, can we not do this, please ?" He shakes his head.

"But i want to. I don't like knowing you're mad at me-" You stand up, shaking your head, sniffling.

"I didn't come here to hear a half assed apology, Lan. I came here to support you because you're my friend and i missed you, for some reason. But if you're just going to toy with me again, and remind me of things i'd rather forget, then i can't do this." You say.

The thought of anyone genuinely loving you feels suffocating after Jonah.

It makes you sick to even think of being in such a vulnerable state again.

"I promise, i'm not-"

"I'll see you at dinner." You mutter, your chest heaving up and down in panic. He frowns as you move past him and leave his room storming out into the sun to find Max, your mind reeling.

Dinner is not going to be enjoyable.

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The dress is uncomfortable against your ribs, gulping heavily. The car is quiet, Pietra sitting beside you, Max in the front passenger seat near Lando. You try to avoid his eyes darting over to you at every red light, but it's getting painstakingly hard when his breathing gets heavier each time you look down to avoid his gaze. Pietra is scrolling mindlessly on her phone, her head resting on your shoulder as the car trudges past the streets. The restaurant Lando pulls into is fancy, with a valet at the door who takes the car off of his hands as you climb out. Pietra grabs your hand, talking happily about something as max softly touches your shoulder to make sure you're alright.

It feels weird- Wearing a dress and not having to cover a bruise.

You blink hurriedly and let Pietra drag you into the restaurant behind Lando and your brother, leading you to the table. She sits down beside you, Max sitting down infront of her, leaving Lando to sit down infront of you. You gulp and cats your eyes down, trying to include yourself in the conversation happening between your brother and his girlfriend, but it's all batting eyelashes and hand holding. Lando;'s foot nudges your calf. Your eyes snap over.

"Can we please talk-"

"Hi ! What can i get you tonight ?" Lando looks up at the sudden interruption. It's a young waiter, a large smile on his face.

"Uh, we haven't looked at the menu's yet-"

"Oh that's fine, would you like anything to drink ?" Lando's jaw tenses.

"No, it's fine we'll let you know when we're ready-"

"Well, i can offer you some specials ! We have cocktails with free refills, a wine cave that has been critically acclaimed for it's diversity-" Lando's fist comes smashing against the table. You flinch, the suddenness of it all making you jump. Max even looked over at the commotion, his brows knotted in confusion. Lando didn't get angry- at least not that angry. And he did, he'd be more likely to stay angry in silence until he' s calmed down enough to rationally discuss why he was angered in the first place.

"For fucks sake, can you give us a minute !" The young boy stammers, gulping heavily.

"Y-yes, sir. Sorry, sir." The boy backs away, his hands shaking. Like how your hands shook as you dialed 9-1-1 from the hidden safety of your bathtub, bleeding from five different areas, Jonah having left to "clear his head" after beating you to a pulp.

Your eyes are wide in fear, your stomach churning with bile. Max seems to notice and he nods at Pietra, who places her hand over yours tentatively, your eyes trained on Lando, who is staring at you aswell.

"Y/n-" The second her hand touches yours, your body goes into fight or flight mode. You shove her off, leaping to your feet, your chest heaving, your chair groaning loudly on the floor. Everyone in the vicinity has turned to look at you. Max's eyes are wide, knowing the reason for your sudden change. You feel cornered, like every eye pouring into you is Jonah's- taunting you, promising to hurt you. Your eyes dart to Lando, who is staring up at you with worry in his eyes. You shake your head, a whimper forcing it's way out of your lips before running off, your heels clicking on the floor as whispers follow you.

"Y/n !" You hear Lando call, but you're already pushing open the door of the bathroom and locking it behind you after checking no one else was in the stalls. The second you're in privacy, tears start flowing down your cheeks, your hands clawing at your chest to get some sort of air into your lungs, the only thing keeping you up being the iron grip your free hand has on the small porcelain sink.

"Okay.. okay, breathe, Y/n. Jonah is far- He can't hurt you. He can't. He can't." You tell yourself through the rapid fire tears coursing down your face, making it hard for you to see or breathe.

"Darling ? Are you in here ?"

Deja vu hits you so hard you almost stumble backwards.

"I'm sorry, love, i didn't mean to yell."

There it is again.

"Will you please open the door ?"

His voice is so soft, so comforting, you don't even think. The lock comes clicking open and before you know it you're wrapped up into his arms, pushing you back into the bathroom, his voice muffled into your hair as he holds you close, apologising profusely. His hand is pinned to your waist, the other buried in your hair as your hands come to squeeze around his torso, his lips kissing your temple.

"Fuck, i'm sorry. I'm so sorry. God, i'm so sorry, Y/n." He breathes, gently rocking you back and forth. You nod against his chest, relishing in his touch. This is the first time in three years he's held you close.

"I'm sorry about the fight, i had no idea how bad it was, y/n." he pulls away, cupping your cheeks to make you look at him. "I never should've said any of those things. God, you're so strong for even thinking of getting out, my love. He never deserved you, and you never deserved to be treated that way, even less for me to be a dick about it because i was drunk and hung up over you." he peppers kisses all over your face. "And i'm so sorry for yelling just now, really i am, I just felt so bad because you wouldn't even look at me, and i got carried away and-" he stops himself when he realises he's rambling. "I'm sorry." He says, his tone stern. He brushes a strand away from your face, your hands resting on his torso as he stays cupping your cheeks.

"If I could take back that entire fight, I would. Please.. Don't ever leave me again." he begs, his voice cracking as his own tears fill his eyes. "It's been hell without you, Y/n. And knowing it was my fault you stayed away just makes it worse." He says. You lick your lips, and you look up at him through tear-soaked eyelashes.

"You promise you love me ?" Your voice is wobbly. The thought of hearing him say those words again makes you sick yet excited.

"Baby.. I've loved you since we were six. Of course i love you - i'll never stop loving you. And i can love you how you deserve to be.. if you let me." He says, his eyes scanning your face. He awaits for your answer, cleafly impatient. He chuckles softly.

"i really don't mean to push, y/n, but you're killing me here-"

You cut him off, reaching up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, your hands finding the soft yet gelled tips of his curls, digging your fingers through them like how you used to fantasise when you were teenagers. His hands grab your waist possessively, pushing you up against the door, settling his knee n between your thighs to keep you up as he focuses on cupping your cheeks and kissing you long and hard, as much as he can, relishing in this moment. A soft whine is pulled from your lips as his hand softly settles around your neck, tilting your face up to get easier access, your smaller frame fitting into his tall one with ease. After a while, he finally pulls away to let you breathe, his hands strong on your hips, your own buried in his hair.

"Fuckin' hell." He pants, his forehead resting against yours. You nod, your eyes shut closed. Secretly, you're scared to open your eyes, because you think he might disappear if you look at him for too long.

"Does this mean you forgive me ?" He asks against your neck, his breath hot on your nape, his lips trailing your jaw. You slap at his chest as you laugh, your eyes opening. He laughs, shaking his head as he kisses along your jaw and collarbones.

"Yes, it means i forgive you, you muppet." You laugh, burying your face in his chest as he kisses your temple.

"God it feels so good to hold you." he mutters, his voice groggy. He cutches you tighter, kissing your nose. You scrunch it up, smiling.

"Y/n ? You in here babe ? Max is really worried, and -" The door comes flying open and Pietra stumbles in, taking in the scene before her- you and lando, both of your lips swollen, Lando's smeared with lipgloss, his curls a mess, his head buried in your neck. You try to shove him off, scared at the sudden exposure of his affection. A sudden jolt of fear courses through your body. God, if Jonah saw you and Lando so close, he would kill you- But then it hits you. Jonah actually can't hurt you.

"Hi, P." Lando smiles lazily as he kisses your forehead and pulls you in, refusing to let you go. Pietra smiles broadly.

"Oh. My. God. Max is going to flip !" She says, laughing. She runs off, ready to go tell Max as Lando finally breaks away from you and slips his hand in yours. He looks up at you, wiping the fallen tears off your tears and kisses your knuckles.

"Mine ?" He whispers. You smile, rolling your eyes.

"Yours." You reply. He smiles, tugging you along to the main room, where the restaurant seems to have continue past your earlier outburst. Max's eyes almost bulge out of his head when he notices your hands intertwined, and for the first time in a while..

It feels good to be vulnerable.

It feels good to be loved.

a/n- YALL I LOWK HATE THIS SOMEONE PLS CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE 😭 ( ALSO YAY LANDO WIN- OBVI A FIC IS COMING UR WAY THERE'S ALSO LIKE THREE OTHERS IVE BEEN WORKING ON SO STAY POSTED FOR THAT UHHHH REQUESTS ARE OPEN AS ALWAYSSSSS)

[hereisrachel]

Realistic Simon "Ghost" Riley dating headcanons pt.2

- It will take some time until you will see his face

- I know 141 saw his face one time but like privately he won't show himself nor willingly nor if you ask him

- Eventually he will be more comfortable to show himself but again only if you ask him

- If you won't make a big scene from seeing his face he will get his mask off anytime you two are alone

- Does kissing count as a physical touch? He doesn't want to kiss you.

- You can sometimes think that he is completely disgusted by you

- But he's not, he is disgusted by physical touch. If you try to kiss him he will lean away 😭 and probably ask what are you doing

- If you wouldn't die out of embarassment and elaborate, he won't be really eager to let you kiss him

- he is not good at communication when it comes to women, once he will realise that it kinda hurt you he will say "sorry"

- You completely forgot about the situation but he won't tell you why he is sorry. He just will and you need to accept it

- He is kinda like a child but he actually just has no idea how relationships work

- After that, you won't try to kiss him again. He wants to let you know that he is okay with it but he doesn't know how to

- So again he will wait for you to initiate the kiss

- You just need to risk it, not knowing what will happen this time.

- So you try to kiss him on the cheek

- He leans in lightly and closes his eyes for a second

- This is probably the warmest interaction you had with him EVER

- You're so happy that you both are making a progress

- You don't kiss him much after that, you don't want to lose your privilege for overusing it lmfao

- So you just ask him one day if you can kiss him on the lips

- There is a 50/50 chance Ghost will agree 😭

- If he does, it will probably break your heart out of the love you feel to him at the moment

- He will be stiff, but he'll lightly rest hand on your shoulder as in automatic gesture

- He may even smile at you afterwards, his pupils blown wide

- Well he liked that one lol

- There is no love without jealousy right?

- In cod community it's a well known headcanon that Ghost is possesive but I don't think he is all that jealous and possesive

- He barely feels anything. Feeling love to you is a big thing

- But his emotions are shallow, he may feel a little tingling feeling somewhere in his stomach when some guy tries to hit on you but he just stares ig?

- So he's not very jealous, he knows you're his

- It's not that he doesn't fear losing you. Again, He just doesn't feel much emotions besides rage and numbness

- I also think he would find it annoying if you would be overly jealous. But if you're as calm as he is it will be perfect.

- Hear me out on that, you will be more likely able to kiss him first that hug him

- Hugging is two bodies clinging, arms caging around each other. That's way too much for him

- But you use your old technique, hitting, waiting, hitting again lmfao

- He doesn't want to rush things and you don't want to make him feel pressured

- Yeah you hugged before but it wasn't really a hug ig 😭

- I agree with the headcanon that he gives bear hugs!!

- but he hugs only you tho lmao (sorry soap)

- If you two hug he will cling on you like there is not tommorrow, throwing his arms around your back

- You'll have your arms thrown around his back as well, or you'll stand on your toes and your arms around his neck. I believe he would be more comfortable with the first one.

- he will be shocked with himself and a little bit embarassed, but you will be absolutely head over heels. Smelling his scent of cigarettes and mud 🤩🤩, feelling his strong arms on your back and his body on yours. If you rest your head on his chest (like I like to do :3:3) You'll maybe feel his heartbeat if he's not wearing any gear

- You're confused if he liked the hug or not, he is confused as well

- But he is starting to like this reltionship more and more...:3

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I will perhaps make a part 3 of this!! I've ran out of ideas for now but this is really fun to make<3

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

@fox-daddies here 🦊🦊

Could I get Hc for the M6 walking into their room to find Mc laying completely naked in bed because their way too hot to do anything.

For a moment I thought by hot you meant "Too sexy to do anything", but I realized you meant it's a hot day, or at least I hope so? ANYWAY

Vesuvia's summers can be hard to tolerate by the ones who aren't used to it. Today the wind seems too tired to blow, and the sun is so bright that the sea is as blinding as the sun. You took a refreshing bath, but couldn't force yourself into your clothes again, so you just threw youself on your bed, directly under the open window, hoping for the faintest breeze to slip into your room when...

[Spicy♧•••♧ahead!]

... Muriel enters the hut. He's drenched in sweat too, and first thing first, he gets out of his clothes and tosses them aside before slumping on the bed next to you, eyes closed. You hear his heart pounding in his chest, tired by the heatwave just like him, as his hands reaches yours, brushing it with the tip of his fingers. You stay like this for hours, until the merciless sun finally gives in to the sunset.

Then his hand reaches for your waist, pulling you on top of him.

... the door slightly opens, and Portia's witty face peaks trough the crack. Her smile widens as she sees you, and after a quick glance behind her she slips inside closing the door behind her back. "I guess milady's flowers can wait..." she whispers as her lips brushes your hand. "Or maybe she'll come looking for me. But would you be sorry if she were to find us like this?", she winks.

... Lucio enters the room, looks at you from behind his sweat drenched hair covering his forhead, and announces: "great idea". In a matter of seconds he joins you, his cold metal hand sending the best kind of chills up your spine. He looks at the sky-colored canopy over the bed, looks at you with that familiar child-like light in his eyes and whispers "Make it cloudy". Points up. "The canopy. Make it cloudy! Make it rain! Can you???".

You wonder how this man can be so silly and so genius. With a snap of your fingers, a single drop falls on the bed. Then another, and another, and another one. Lucio starts giggling, then laughing, taking you into his arms and kissing you through his laugh. "Oooh, you're the best!"

... Julian comes back home. "What a day!" he huffs, before starting to ramble about what happened at the clinic. You smile silently. Keeping the bed on the right of the door has its perks with Julian. "... and then a kid reached for the leeches -why do they do that, do leeches looks like candies?- and almost knoched it over when..." he abruptly stops.

"Oh dear" -his tone changes- "it looks like you got hit by a heatstroke... yes, the temperature of your skin shows it, and your lips too". You feel his dramatic sigh on your neck. "I must proceed with a deeper check..."

... Asra climbs the stairs of the bedroom. He smiles. "Here you are! What a weather today, uh? I really can't think of a way to refresh myself". You don't think he's messing with you: Asra and you are so used to such level of intimacy. He sits on the bed. A mischievous smile crosses his lips. "Unless..."

You let out a scream in surprise as you feel the bed dissolving into cool water under your back, before the water covers your mouth. You hear Asra laughing from the other side of the surface, right before diving in next to you.

... Nadia enters your bedchamber. She is followed by a couple of servants and has a big list of things to do into her hands, and she's instructing her helpers about the heatstrokes prevention program. They stop in front of the bed. "O... Oh. I, hem, I thought you were at the shop...", she mutters, before realizing there are people there with her. She turns towards them, and manages to put together a crumble of dignity. "You're dismissed. I'll send for you when I'll be done with some... ehm... urgent matters".

The servants bow and run out, embarassed. Nadia turns "Oh I'm sorry, so sorry my dear, I didn't mean to embarass you...". Her flushed face is so funny that washes away any embarrassment from you. "I will make up for it", she continues, "Just ask, may I go to get you something to... I don't know, to eat? Another bath, or maybe you want to go on vacation somewhere? A poem! I can apologize with that, for sure, or sing...?" She stops when she notice the look into your eyes. There's no need for clarvoyance to understand what kind of apology you'd like right now!

[meaty4spicedbuns]

Eustass Kidd x RemReader - Hate sex with Eustass Kidd

At first is was just me thinking about how Kidd would be able to be in a toxic relationship.. But let say I let my mind slip a little. Tho this was written for another character, but re-reading it, it match more Kidd's vibe.

It was suppose to be small, but since it way more longer than it thought here the tag:

Warning : you can considerate this toxic relationship, smut, swearing, and everything turning around sex in general, two peoples not assuming they wanna fuck each other so they are in denial but doing it anyway, noncon said out loud but they both 100% want it.

Listen listen,,,

Kidd is cocky.

And a cocky bastard nonetheless. Went to fight throught see, killing innocent peoples, with so much angry issues he surely doesn't know where to put them anymore.

So, since he is a cocky batard, and can be easily teased, imagine being able to crawl under his skin ; to made him honnestly annoyed. And sometimes, just for fun, you make him flew into rage to play with his nerves and show him the grap you've got in him.

Kidd doesn't like it. At all. But you don't care. In your case, you probably play around just because you like to see him upset. You find it interesting, liking the feeling of danger he gaves you from his deadly stare. You love seeing his muscle twitching, his fists clenching when he looks at you with frowned eyebrows :

" Seriously!?" He shout.

Even tho he tried, really hard, to put a calm facade around you, you just found with ease his buttons to push, the one that will tickles his nerves.

But, not to be that simple for you, he is also able to do exactly same. Tought, he isn't mean, he just answer the same vibes.

Smirk, tease,, hit, push, pull, fight. You both acte up like childs near each other's. Although at the end, hidden under a snarky smile, the act is just for cover up an enraging need to feel the skins of other. A small burning interest.

Let's say you're the perfect illustration of the classic "I pull the ponytail of the one I like."

Now,, important part,,

Imagine the hate sex.

How he would proudly pound into your cunt. How he would be delighted to see your eyes rolling behind your head.

And, gosh, the wetness you gave him.

Your fingers curling into the bed sheets.

Your shorten breath.

He would be so hard from seeing you being turn on of his dirty talk he could almost feel embarassed. How him putting you back in place made you creamy, quiver under his fingers. How the feeling of his body pressing you against the mastress could made you create thoses kinds of little sounds you're trying to so painfully swallow back.

"Playing the big girl, but look at the dolly eyes yours giving me." he tease.

You're hiding your face under your hands, shutting your eyes as if it will made your embarassment go away.

You cannot just look at how wild he is when looking down at you, spark in his eyes, smile burn on his lips. Your legs opening and closing themself under his trust while you're working to get your breath low, pleasure sparkling in your lower area, chicken skin all over.

He wants to get a moan. He wants to get you moan his name so bad. It's his quest, and he'll get it no matter what. Taking his time tho. His trust are hard enough, but slow. He wants to see how he can made you fall apart under him.

"What happen all of a sudden, getting real'quiet miss."

Both his hands on each part of yours hips, grabbing them for you to stay in place, he is slowly making you move it, listening to you, staring at your reaction. Thought you don't paid attention, you're too focus on how it feel inside you gave in no filtered reponses. And your eyes open wides the moment he finds yours sweet spots, soft breath of literal pleasure escaping from your lips.

The cutest, hottest, moan he ever heard.

The sound of it is honey to Kidd ears. It's so hot he stops himself. Towering you, staring directly, him focusing on you made you felt so shameful. So you stare back. Trying to give a deadly stare. Both silent, out of breath. He is smilling wide at this point. You're drowling on his cock, clenching around him to get more. He is loving this so bad he made him feral.

" What was that miss?" He teased. "Weren't it cute?"

" Shut up on work it up brat."

" Oh yeah? But..,He bends over and grabs your chin so you look at him back, I won't let that sink no worry."

Yes. Oh god he won't let that slide out.

He'll be sure to work that spot so he'll crave this memories into his brains.

The perfect round shape your mouth is drawing. The broken sound of your breathing mess while his hard cock is working inside you. And gosh, the moment his fingers find your clit to made you cum, you became a puddle under him.

The weakest puddle he ever saw from you. And God it felt good seeing you like that. And it's not because your climax came that you'll have a break. No rest for the bitch. He is a total egoistic cunt so once you're done, he would just play with you.

After all, what a show you're giving him.

He'll just overstimulate you to see your legs dramatically shake from your tired muscles, closing and opening on him. Just to hear you muttering you can't take more, even thought he can't neither tbh. Just to crave the fact he is the one making it to you. But on the other hand, you're not even trying to stop him, and once you open your eyes, the first thing you do is to stand your chest up to grab his face and bite his shoulder, his lips. Nothing too lovely tho.

" Want me to stop ?!, he asked the first time you asked, whimpering. " "N-No! Just go in you idiot !"

He'll fill you to the brim and once he think it's enough for him, he'll let you go like he is doing you a favor.

Howerver they'll be no passionate kisses exchanges. Not gonna give you more than that. He would just rub your hairs with a smarky random line, so fucking proud of himself. Tho he doesn't assume he is dry as hell, and in the same mental state as you. He'll play tought just for the show.

But in the end, deep down, hidden away from any stare, and he can't wait for a next time. Anytime he would see you after that, he would just feel that cold shiver down his pain, flashing memories from seeing you under his body.

Yes. He can't wait ~

[wordy-little-witch]

More silly transfem Buggy ideas, Oro Jackson Edition

• Buggy asked a lot of questions as a child, was the reigning CHAMPION of "why". Including being told "you're a boy".

"But why?"

"Because your body is a boy's body, baby blue."

"Why do bodies be different? Why can't I be a girl?"

Roger at that point goes hmmmm, and just shrugs. "Well, you could! The kind of body you have is most common with boys, but I bet some girls have bodies like that too."

• Buggy grew up surrounded by men and fellas and dudes. The interactions with women were sparse, limited, and always temporary. The closest to a recurring feminine presence was Rouge, a few gals on Whitebeard's crew, and eventually Toki.

• when Buggy is about 8, she tells Roger that she wants to be a girl. Roger just ruffles her hair, picks her up to plop on his knee, and says, "Then a girl you are, my little buglet. I don't care if you're a girl, a boy, neither or both - you'll always be mine, and so you'll always be loved. Okay?"

"Okay... thanks, Cap."

• Rayleigh treated it like smth of a flight of fancy. He thought she was doing it because of smth else, so he tried pulling the whole "come to me in a year. If you still wish you were a girl, we'll talk then." It's unintentionally a pretty damaging thing, especially because Rayleigh even refuses to let her grow her hair out. It's during Buggy hissing, screaming, crying to get out of the mandatory hair cuts that Roger learns about it. Shanks went running for him.

• speaking of Shanks, he's the poster child for Ride Or Die. Buggy's shy about shopping but wants a dress? He's coming up with disguises. Buggy wants to present femme on ship but is scared of being made fun of? Shanks is putting on the MOST outlandish outfit he can and has 16842084 plans to make a ruckus. Buggy wants to experiment with her makeup? He's got a PhD in Hype Man Studies, from the University Of Besties.

• Buggy exploring her gender leads to Shanks exploring his own. He's a guy, he's comfortable with that, but he's also among the many who swear by maxi skirts bc those are COMFY holy shit. He's just a dude who sometimes wears a skirt.

• someone once made a side remark about Buggy being on the crew during a fight, they call her an it and thing.

Their head hits the ground just seconds afterwards.

• Whitebeard and Roger have semi-regular fight dates, like playdates but worse, after which the crews hang out and party. The one after Buggy comes out and has gotte some more confidence, she is bouncing around the crews, all big grins and talking to the girls and getting fussed over, or she's playing with the younger crew members and Shanks. He take one look at Buggy, beaming with her tiny little pigtails, her leggings, the mini skirt, blouse, and boots. He opens his mouth.

"We can't steal her, pops."

"But we could...!"

• Toki and Oden half adopt Buggy and Toki is adamant on passing down the Wano Rites to Buggy as well. Momo and Hiyori may be Wano's by blood, but Buggy is Wano's by soul and Toki refuses to let this girl slip through the cracks.

• Roger once heard someone call Buggy weak for being a girl and was ready to step in to handle it when Buggy just... goes feral. She beats the ever loving snot outta the guy, ends it with a "how's THAT for weak, dickbag!!"

He has to wipe away a tear. He's so proud.

• both cabin kids had special nicknames, and the main ones used by Roger for them are:

Shanks as the Red Menace (Menace)

Buggy as Pirate Princess (often just Princess)

((Both of them have those tattooed in their adulthood))

• Rouge meets Buggy and Shanks pre-coming out, greets them post like "hey boys!" Buggy corrects her hesitantly. Rouge is silent for a moment, turns on her heel, leaves, and immediately pops back, going "hey brats!!" Buggy had a moment of terror which then became relief-annoyance-embarassment-gratitude. Shanks just went from 🙂 to 😡 to 😃.

• Teach had a puppy crush on Buggy, which made her ALL KINDS of uncomfortable. She hated him from the start.

• she would put up with it tho on occasion for Missions. Nothing big, but when Rayleigh or someone else annoyed her and the crews were close, she'd run away to Whitebeard's crew and he'd help her gaslight the FUCK out of the other's. Just. Her in his lap, Roger in the fetal position on the deck like "pleeeaaassseee gimme my babbyyyyyyyy-"

Buggy, fighting an evil lil grin, turns to whitebeard like, "pops, is the weird man, okay?"

"I don't know, my girl, but don't mind him - my old friend here is an odd one."

"Okay, papa."

Roger makes a sound like a dying whale.

• Shanks bought Buggy a fancy custom hair piece for her birthday with matching earrings. Buggy then grabbed him by the collar and manhandled him beneath her to put one in his ear. He still wears it to this day. She wears the other one.

• Buggy is quick to crush, slow to LOVE, which was AGONY because Roger, Rayleigh, Gaban, Oden and Bullet were all varying g levels of WILDLY OVER PROTECTIVE. On the one hand - she's growing up 🥰. On the other? She's growing up!!!! 😨

• Bullet was frankly one of the WORST. Buggy was, to him, Baby Sister. Shanks was Baby Brother. Nobody, repeat NOBODY, was good enough for his little siblings. He and Roger were on the same page there. It led to some frankly mortifying yet hilarious hijinks.

• Roger was the type of man to get drunk and become COMPLETELY over the top with the love and affection. Buggy and Shanks were equal opportunity snuggle buddies, against their wishes. Shanks would wriggle to get to the booze himself. Buggy would just go limp and whine.

• the first time Buggy met Iva, she was starry eyed and scared. Roger held her hand the whole time, even as he threatened Ivankov with every single thing he could imagine, all sweet faced and menacing. That was how they found out Buggy's Devil fruit made her immune to piercings as well. She'd have to transition the old fashioned way, and use seastone for injections or sutures.

• Buggy actually cried that day.

• Crocus then requested Iva let him have a sample of their feminizing hormone to try his hand at synthesizing for Buggy. It never worked.

• Buggy goes on to find ways of transitioning that she can actually safely do, and Iva even goes on to reach out to other medical professionals to find options. If one girl couldn't be helped with their Devil fruit, who else was there? Who else needed the extra assistance? It inadvertly starts a wave in the medical community.

It's late and I'm running on fumes so nini for now okay ily baiiii

[maplleaf]

Napkin

[Coffee AU] Scaramouche x gn!smoker!reader

cw: smoking, it's not a constant theme but mentioned at the start and end.

The first time Scaramouche saw you at the café, he barely bats an eye. You're just another customer, nothing new. The usual order isn't something out of the ordinary either, a simple drink from the menu and food with barely any additions.

Your usual seat is far from the counter he usually works at, preferring to sit at the outside area to smoke a few sticks of cigarettes before pouring your focus on typing away on your laptop.

The one time he really paid attention to your presence is when he realised you've been here for hours, typing away on your computer. Only sparing the second floor view a few times whilst puffing out the smoke of your dimly lit cigarette.

He only scoffs, wanting there to be no ashes on the table.

The second time he acknowledged you was when a customer yelled at him for getting his order wrong. Usually when this type of altercation happens, Nahida takes care of the situation as Scaramouche is still improving his temper.

Irritatingly, Nahida is out to buy ingredients, trusting Scaramouche enough to let him take over the establishment for the day.

Alas, the entire café's attention is solely on the yelling customer and the employee taking the hit trying his best to not smackdown him into the ground.

Scaramouche can barely say a single word before he continued shouting at him.

The customer's rant went into a halt when he felt someone tapping his shoulder. "Is your name... Azar?"

He scoffs much like a child would, acting all superior to everyone around him. "That would be me, yes."

You sighed, really not in the mood for an asshole to waste your time. “Then this must be yours,” you held the coffee cup, the name “Azar” clearly written on it with a black sharpie.

Azar, with a combination of anger and embarrassment clearly written on his face, took the cup from your hands. He can see the name Azar on it, whilst the cup that he’s holding before has (y/n) written on it. 

The older man then pointed to Scaramouche, not willing to admit fault. “Your writing is horrible, what kind of employee are you?!” 

Before Scaramouche could give a piece of his mind, you interrupted first, "maybe you should fix your eyesight." Azar turned his head towards you in disbelief.

"How dare you...--" it was then that Azar realized the commotion that had gathered around his outburst. A mother even closed her son's ear from his shouting. Clearly embarassed by the situation the old man grabbed his drink, almost spilling the coffee, and left with his face red with anger.

Scaramouche couldn't help but let out a sigh, the one time Nahida went out is right when a customer had an outburst. "You okay?" a voice called out, yours.

"The longer you work here, the more you'll get used to it," it was a lie. This is the first time someone had yelled at him for a mistake he didn't even made, usually Nahida would take care of any inconveniences.

You hummed, taking away the cup of coffee that 'Azar' had been saying was his. Scaramouche thought you were going to throw it out and ask for another drink; Azar's mouth had already touched that one after all.

But with the way you walked at opposite direction of the trash can made him think otherwise. Scaramouche raised his eyebrow, "surely, you're not going to drink that...?"

"Why not?" you shrugged, not seeing the big deal. Yes, a portion of it was drunk by the yelling customer, but it's still drinkable with the lid off.

Scaramouche scoffed, "place that in the counter, I'll make you another one. Free of charge."

You didn't move for a moment, slightly stunlocked. You've noticed the barista multiple times; he's quiet, does his job well, and any loud altercations would be dealt by a small child with green hair, as strange as that might be.

"What, cat got your tongue?"

Your train of thought came into a halt as he said that. Not wanting to share a cup with an old man anyway, you placed it on the counter. "Same order, please."

Scaramouche took the cup and chuckled; it sounded degrading, but certainly doesn't feel like it.

As Scaramouche began to re-do your order, he feels you staring directly at him. It's not the first time a customer stared at him while he's making their drink, and it most likely won't be the last.

It's you specifically that interests him. A regular that usually sits near the balcony to smoke and work on their laptop; kept to yourself and never brought anyone with you here. It was the first time that you were staring at him.

And it definitely won't be the only time.

What started as a customer helping out their favorite café's barista ended as a blooming friendship. The two of you grew close as conversations began when Scaramouche is preparing your drink. Some days it's a short exchange, some days it even continued until his next break.

What she finds most fascinating is his spike in interest for a regular. Nahida knows who you are, you've talked before when she asked about any critisism on beverages you ordered that day.

Nahida noticed a significant improvement in his... less than amazing social skills. Scaramouche still dislike talking to people, but when he does it lasts about 30% longer than before! He can hold a decent conversation well, what matters is how long it'll take before he throws an insult at them.

It was a gradual bond between you two. Both of your personalities matched, even if Scaramouche throws his own batch of less than endearing terms at you, he never really meant it; usually you would throw your own remarks at him back anyway.

There was a moment where her interest truly reached the peak, though.

Scaramouche wiped the counter in front of him clean. The usually white napkin had turned brown and dirty, though smelling deliciously.

A customer had spilled their coffee all over it, and since it's in the middle of the week; most of the college part-timers are in their classes, only coming to work for their afternoon shifts.

The bell at the door jingled as usual, ringing loud for the employees to greet the next customer. Scaramouche didn't went along with the habit that other employees have, he never did and therefore he didn't have to.

"The usual," a familiar voice said, not even bothering to look at the list of food and beverages available, already pushing the exact amount of cash on the table.

Scaramouche recognized the voice easily, placing the dirty napkin on the side and your money inside the cash register. "It's as if picking other things would kill you," he scoffed, but already started making your usual either way.

You leaned against the counter, playing along his usual words. "I'm not even sure you're used to making things new," Scaramouche scoffed at that.

"Oh, please lower your ego, since when am I a [y/n]-only barista," he laughs mockingly, pouring the ingredients needed for the order.

You're already used to him at this point, even finding it amusingat times. Playing along once more, you took the laminated menu from the counter, "then something new..."

"... is 'Scaramouche's heart' available?"

Scaramouche almost overspilled the carton as he heard that. You've insulted him back many times, but that? You've never done that.

It's a cheesy line, he already heard it from multiple people that he served. Scaramouche usually doesn't care, he shuts them down because he's not interested in them; wether or not they take it well is none of his concern. One thing is for certain, they usually leave him alone not long after.

To you though, he doesn't feel like he wants to reject your advances. It was a strange... feeling, to somehow become stunlocked when you're doing something you've been doing for a long time. His hand feels as warm as the liquid inside the cup, everytime his eyes closed to blink he feels them getting warmer.

Realizing quickly you were still watching and wiating for his response, he continued finishing your drink. "Use your eyes and read something from the menu for once," he scoffed.

You smiled along, unaware of his internal dilemma just few short seconds ago. Scaramouche quickly finishes your drink, muscle memory from all the times you came here coming in handy.

He grabbed the nearest napkin he saw and placed in on the counter in front of you, alongside the drink. His heat earlier had already dissipated, but his breathing feels heavier than usual.

"Here," he said, somehow sounding gentler than usual.

You laughed at the drop of bitterness that came last, but it's fine; you never mind bittersweet tastes after all. "Thanks, Scara," you smiled, walking away from the counter to your usual spot.

Not far from the counter, Nahida watches closely. Improvements have been incredibly significant, she observed, drinking the tea on her table. She smiled, happy that Scaramouche feels safe enough to let his guards down.

You placed your cup down on the table, though separating it from the napkin that Scaramouche gave you as well. A simple laugh couldn't help but escape.

It's a dirty napkin, coffee stains and the delicious smell on it.

'Must've been distracted,' you thought, not really minding the mistake. Maybe you'll finally gather the courage and ask him to hang out outside the café. Pulling out the match and cigarette pack from your pockets, you placed one of it in your mouth and lit it easily.

Looking back at the counter with a cigarette in mouth, you see a glimpse of his figure; making the drink of another customer.

Pulling out the stick to exhale the smoke and feel the numbing heat on your tongue, a thought that has been repeating in your head on multiple occasions appeared again.

'God, he is so cute.'

[gilded-garnet]

Not Just Friends

Word count: ~2.2K ish (fluff 💚)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x F!MC

Summary: Gareth wants to ask MC to the ball, so he asks her close friend Sebastian if she's already going with anyone. Sebastian informs him that they're already going together. There's just one problem: they aren't.

Otherwise summarised as: Sebastian is a dummy when it comes to his feelings. Ominis should start charging him for advice.

"Psst, Sallow."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the red-headed Gryffindor. Gareth had been inching closer throughout potions and was now leaning towards him, an earnest expression on his face.

"Weasley," Sebastian stated, reaching for a jar of billywigs.

"I need to ask you something, mate."

"Ok?"

Gareth furtively cast his eyes around the room, as if checking to see if anyone was actively listening in. Sebastian wondered if Gareth was even capable of subtlety.

Gareth leaned even closer to his ear, speaking in an exagerated whisper. "So, you and MC are close, right?"

Sebastian couldn't help but feel suspicious. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I've been thinking of asking her to that upcoming dance, but I don't want to completely embarass myself if she's already going with someone else. Do you know if she's already spoken for?"

Sebastian's hand froze on his jar of billywigs. An uncomfortable, burning feeling pooling in his stomach. He'd never had a problem with Gareth before - other than thinking him a bit dim - but suddenly the idea of cracking the jar in his hand against his head seemed all too appealing. His mouth was moving before he could stop it.

"We're actually going together, sorry," he replied, shocked at how level and assured his own voice sounded. What had possessed him to say that?!

Gareth's expression showed surprise before turning to disappointment. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't know that you two were...like that. Just - just pretend I never said anything!" With that, he withdrew to his own station, leaving Sebastian to his thoughts.

What had he been thinking? You weren't, Sebastian, that's the issue, said a voice in his head that sounded a bit too much like Ominis for comfort. But really, he had no right to say such a thing. They weren't going together and they certainly weren't, as Gareth had put it, 'like that'.

He spent the rest of the class turning the event over and over again in his mind. As class concluded, Sharp gave him a withering look before vanishing the contents of his cauldron away. "Not your finest work, Mr. Sallow. I expect a perfectly brewed potion on my desk by Friday. Dismissed."

Sebastian barely heard him.

----

"Ominis, I messed up."

Later that day, Sebastian found himself sprawled across his bed, hands behind his head as he stared hopelessly up at the drapes.

"Sebastian, at this point, I would be more surprised if you'd told me you hadn't," his friend replied in his usual drawl.

Sebastian huffed, hurling one of his pillows across the room at him. Ominis deftly caught it before it could hit him in the face, though Sebastian had made sure to make plenty of noise so that he knew what was coming.

"Fine, what is it this time?" Ominis sighed, swinging his legs over the side of his bed and crossing his arms and legs in a perfect show of patient expectation.

"I...I may have told Gareth that MC and I were going to the ball together."

Ominis paused, eyebrows furrowing. "And are you?"

Sebastian swung his own legs over the side of his bed to face his friend. "No, that's the issue! I don't know what came over me, it was completely daft." He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

Ominis sighed and rolled his eyes, adopting the kind of voice one would use when conversing with a small child. "Are you absolutely sure you don't know why you did it, Sebastian?"

Sebastian's hands paused in his hair. "No, why would I? We're not...together."

"Yes, but maybe you wish that wasn't the case?"

Sebastian felt his breath hitch slightly, and his heart fluttered weakly. Did he? He and MC had been close friends for over a year and a half now. She had witnessed the very worst parts of him and somehow, somehow, she had remained by his side. In fact, Ominis had informed him in no uncertain terms that she was the reason he was still a free man.

He owed her everything, but Sebastian knew that if he was honest with himself, what he felt for her was much more than simply gratitude. From the moment she'd knocked him on his arse in Defence Against the Dark Arts, she'd taken his breath away.

Ominis smiled to himself, taking Sebastian's silence as confirmation. He stood, brushing himself down before collecting his wand and heading for the door.

"You know, for someone so clever, you really are the biggest idiot I've ever met," he said, before closing the door behind him and leaving Sebastian alone.

-----

Sebastian spent the following morning trying to summon up the courage to ask MC to the dance for real. But every time she so much as looked at him, the words he had rehearsed simply drifted away like smoke. Finally, at breakfast whilst seated across from her - and spurred on by an encouraging nudge from Ominis - he opened his mouth to finally speak.

Or, at least he would have, if Natty hadn't interrupted. She bounded up to them where they sat at the Slytherin table, placing her hands on MC's shoulders and causing her to jump slightly.

"Congratulations, MC! I heard the news from Gareth," Natty said, delighted.

Sebastian could have sworn his heart stopped. He even felt Ominis stiffen beside him. Oh no...

MC looked back at Natty with surprise. "Oh? What news are we celebrating?" She asked with amused confusion.

Sebastian felt sweat forming on the back of his neck. He considered staging some sort of incident to prevent the scene unfolding in front of him, but his mind was sluggish and he was too slow to act.

Natty bent down to hug her friend, her voice light. "Why, that you and Sebastian decided to finally make it official. I must say, it took you both long enough!" Natty shot Sebastian a wink, evidently failing to notice the panic in his eyes.

MC's eyebrows shot upwards and her cheeks tinged pink. "What?! What did Gareth tell you?"

Natty's brow furrowed, confused at her friend's reaction. "That Sebastian had told him that you two were attending the ball together."

It just kept getting worse. He resisted the urge to loosen his tie, which felt like it was tightening around his throat by the second. He had never wanted the ground to swallow him up so badly.

MC looked over at him, and he imagined the torment must have been clear to see on his face. The look she fixed him with was icy; Merlin, he was in deep trouble. Sebastian braced himself for the inevitable.

Instead, MC turned to face Natty, plastering a very convincing smile onto her face. "Thank you, Natty. I was just surprised that word had spread so quickly!"

Sebastian had to actively stop his mouth from falling open. Why was she covering for him? She had every right to completely humiliate him. He cast a sideways glance at Ominis, who was frowning slightly, no doubt as confused as he was.

Once they had traded a few more pleasantries, Natty addressed him. "You better treat her well, Sebastian, or you'll have me to answer to," and though her words were teasing, he could only manage a stiff nod in response.

MC turned back to finish her breakfast as Natty went on her way. She didn't even look up at him when she spoke, voice even, as if discussing the weather. Somehow, Sebastian found that more chilling than if she'd screamed at him. "Sallow, I'd like a word with you in the Undercroft after breakfast."

Sallow... as he'd thought, she was furious.

-----

Sebastian trailed wordlessly behind her, dreading the coming confrontation. She had a vicious temper and a sharp tongue, one that rivalled his own, but she was much too conscientious to abmonish him in public, he'd concluded. No, he'd get an earful once they reached their destination, and unlike their other confrontations, this time he knew that he was fully in the wrong.

She strode through the metal entrance before turning on her heel to glare at him, arms crossed. "Care to explain?"

He held his hands up in a placating gesture. "In my defence, I never said we were together. Gareth assumed that for himself." It was poor taste to needle her, but he couldn't help himself.

"Well, you clearly didn't correct him!" She shouted. "Seriously, Sebastian, what in Merlin's name were you thinking?"

He floundered for a moment, helpless. He didn't often find himself at a loss for words, but in this instance, no answer felt like the right one.

"I...I don't know," he said, unable to quite hold her heated gaze.

She narrowed her eyes, unimpressed. "You don't know?"

Sebastian weighed up his options. Dozens of potential reactions to the truth ran through his head, all of them negative. What if she laughed in his face, or called him ridiculous? He imagined her face twisting in disgust, and it very nearly made him turn and bolt out the room.

Unfortunately, it was as if she could read his mind, and he wondered if he had always been so transparent or if it was a skill that only she seemed to possess. She huffed, tapping her foot on the stone impatiently. "Sebastian, I know what you're doing. Stop trying to think of a way out of this and just tell me the truth."

He swallowed, hard. Here goes nothing. "Gareth asked me if you were going with anyone to the ball, as he wanted to ask you, and I...I said we were already going together..." Sebastian said, keeping his voice even and digging his nails into his palms to ground himself.

She raised an expectatant eyebrow. "Yes, but why?"

He took a deep breath, already attempting to shield his heart against her inevitable scorn. "The thought of you going to the ball with Gareth...I couldn't bear it. The very idea made me livid. I shouldn't have spoken for you, I'm sorry."

Her eyebrows creased, confused. "Why were you so angry about the idea of Gareth..."

He cut her off before she could finish. "It's not about Gareth. It could have been anyone. I..." He paused to swallow again, his mouth suddenly dry. "I couldn't bear it, because I wanted it to be me."

There. It was out in the open, that sad, needy, desperate part of himself. Her eyes widened, in realisation, not horror, he was infinitely relieved to acknowledge. She didn't speak for a moment, digesting the significance of what had gone unsaid in his confession.

Finally, she shifted on her feet, eyes downcast so he couldn't read her expression. "Well, are you going to ask me, then?" She asked, suddenly sounding sheepish.

Sebastian froze, shocked. Surely he had misheard her. "What?" He asked, stupidly.

She huffed in embarassment, cheeks reddening like they had at breakfast. "Oh, forget it, you're hopeless!" She went to march past him, but he reached out instinctively to grab her arm, stopping her.

"I - I'm sorry, I was just surprised," Sebastian stammered, not letting go of her in case she might attempt to flee. She refused to look at him. Time to be brave, he told himself, or he'd most certainly regret it.

Slowly, and giving her plenty of time to pull away, he slid his hand down her forearm to take her hand gently in his. She looked up at him shly through her lashes, and he felt his heart gather pace again. He steeled himself.

"MC, would you do me the honour of accompanying me to the ball?" He asked, trying to convey what he felt for her with his eyes.

She looked up at him fully, and somehow her cheeks seemed to redden further, the flush spreading delightfully down her neck.

"Not just as friends, right?" She asked, sounding uncertain, and he found that her nerves only stoked his confidence. It showed that she felt at least somewhat the same as he did, and he would take whatever she gave him. He lifted their joined hands between them to brush his lips gently against her knuckles, unable to hold back a grin when he heard her breath catch slightly.

"However you want. I just want to be by your side," he said, and he meant every word.

"I don't think I want to go as friends," she replied, and something in her expression shifted, her eyes drawing him in.

"Me neither," he replied, voice barely above a whisper. It was as if he'd lost control of his body as they stepped towards each other, like planets caught helplessly in each other's orbit.

Before he had time to consider what was happening, she was pressed against his chest, eyes fluttering closed, and he was bending his head down to capture her lips with his, and - Merlin, it was absolutely incredible.

Her lips were warm and soft as they moved against his, and he felt her loop her arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer, whilst his own hands grasped her hips tightly. It felt more than good, it felt right.

His stomach flipped in delight when he felt and heard her sigh contentedly against his mouth, and a primal part of him speculated on what other sounds he could draw from her lips. He had to take a small step back from her so she wouldn't realise just how much he was enjoying himself.

They finally broke the kiss to get some air, breathing heavily. Still caught helplessly in her gravitational pull, he leant down to rest his forehead gently against hers.

"So, will you go with me?" He asked.

She scoffed, removing her forehead from his to regard him incredulously. "What part of what we just did seemed like a no to you?"

He let out a huff of laughter. "Indeed, but I wanted to make absolutely sure that I am not dreaming, or that Ominis hadn't put you up to some elaborate prank."

She smiled softly, bringing her hands up to gently caress his cheeks. "Yes, Sebastian, I'll go with you - and absolutely not as friends."

[annabelles1692]

my favorite background moments in falsettos (2017)

this is purely because i am insane. it's a very long list. i might make a similar post for the bootleg of the original broadway cast because they are also very dear to me. anyway, list is below the line!

3:50 ("four jews in a room") during the last chorus, whizzer + mendel starting spinning in a circle as opposed to dancing normally

3:54 ("four jews in a room") trina accepts a piece of the block from marvin and grabs at the back of his head, seemingly picking something out of his hair and tossing it to the ground

17:16 ("marvin @ the physiatrist") following whizzer's "part two", marvin looks over at him and smiles (i can't tell if this is christian to andrew or if it's supposed to be in character)

21:55 ( "my father's a homo") as jason says "my mother's no wife" and "my father's no man, no man at all", both trina and marvin react to their relative assessment. trina stops for a moment and shoots jason a stern look, while marvin turns back at each repeat of 'no man' to stare desperately at him.

25:34 ("everyone tells jason to see a physiatrist") whizzer grins at jason encouragingly following his line "absolutely, jason"

43:16 ("a tight-knit family reprise") following mendel's line "it's embarrassing" marvin looks to whizzer and says "you're watching embarassing" (i'm like 90% sure on this one haha)

43:18 ("a tight-knit family reprise") as marvin's pushing jason away as he's on the cube, he says to him "i can't look at this jackass"

43:55 ("a tight-knit family reprise") after mendel and marvin arm wrestle, whizzer and jason exchange a look

49:50 ("trina's song reprise") trina reemerges having changed costumes, her outfit now including a beaded bracelet we see mendel wearing earlier on in the show

54:57 ("the chess game") as whizzer is yelling at marvin (and the audience) about marvin's absurd expectations, marvin says "come on" and "is that all you got?"

56:00 ("making a home") jason retreats to the background to set his chess board down as well as push in a looser block - not sure if this is just anthony fixing the set or if it's supposed to be in character. he then proceeds to watch trina + mendel setting up the couch before looking up/out to the audience as they do (with the lines "what it needs is people/men and women talking"). he does the same thing at 57:30 during the second chorus

56:23 ("making a home") whizzer is pulling out his clothes from inside one of the blocks, similar to how trina retrieves the couch throw pillows later on

57:08 ("making a home") the photographs they set on the mantlepiece appear to be historical family portraits; the one in the back is most likely trina as a child with her parents, and the one in front are mendel's parents (judging by the era of clothing)

1:03:40 (marvin hits trina") rather than use an instrument (like a clapper), whizzer uses his hands to make the slapping sound

1:05:22 ("i never wanted to love you") marvin and whizzer's eye contact lingers after whizzer's part. i'm curious what you all think christian's trying to express here - to me it looks like he's about to start crying before he turns away.

1:20:00 ("miracle of judaism") when the family erupts to tell jason the second ball is coming, marvin says something along the lines of "there's a...there's a what, what's happening - he's not looking". also, each character reacts in their own unique way. i love cordelia in particular because when jason looks over, she waves first before pointing to the ball

1:21:18 ("the baseball game") this is similar to the previous, i love focusing on what each character says.

cordelia: you're kinda choking up, buddy (motioning to the way jason holds his bat)

charlotte: next inning, jason, next inning

mendel: get your head in the game, think about the footwork a little bit

marvin: it's alright buddy, you'll get 'em next time

trina: you have eight more innings, my love!

1:22:40 ("the baseball game") cordelia + charlotte realize who whizzer is and are shocked, and then quickly try to appear nonchalant about it (1:22:50 you can see charlotte rest a hand on both cordelia and marvin's knees before all three adjust in their seats and separate)

1:23:16 (during "the baseball game") the lesbians nod encouragingly at marvin after whizzer asks "is he still queer?" (i absolutely LOVE this detail it's so cute lolol)

1:30:24 ("a day in falsettoland") cordelia reacts to charlotte's line "...lightbulbs up the ass" by dropping her smile + staring off into the distance in horror

1:30:33 ("a day in falsettoland") following charlotte's line "people overdosed and i saved them", cordelia nods at her + says "yeah, you did"

1:31:06 ("a day in falsettoland") charlotte laughs in shock when cordelia says "...and i save chicken fat"

1:35:25 ("everyone hates his parents") following trina's line "you have paintings of dicks/don't talk to me about taste", she + marvin have the following interaction:

marvin, smug: those are french

trina, exasperated: really?

1:43:15 ("something bad is happening") charlotte holds a copy of JAMA aka the "Journal of the American Medical Association". i'm unsure the larger magazine is

1:50:55 ("days like this") prior to the song beginning, whizzer says either "marvin" or "mornin'" to marvin

1:52:45 ("days like this") marvin turns and says something to whizzer (i can't figure it out and its KILLING ME) as mendel sings "go ahead, be good and pissed/how can i help, says the wiry pyschiatrist"

1:54:00 ("canceling the bar mitzvah") as jason gets up and walks downstage, trina nods in his direction - can't tell if this is her communicating with mendel or marvin, or perhaps both

2:01:30 ("unlikely lovers") following whizzer's line "i love friends that hover", charlotte reaches over and playfully pinches his shoulder

2:09:30 ("jason's bar mitzvah") while trina is singing "probably it's doubly useful/at a time like this", mendel says something akin to "you don't have one/you don't have some?", most likely to jason in regards to the champagne

2:09:38 ("jason's bar mitzvah") after saying cheers, marvin first looks to whizzer and then to jason - presumably because this is jason's first time drinking alcohol. my guess is that he says "good?", asking for jason's opinion on the champagne

2:09:50 ("jason's bar mitzvah") while whizzer sings "please excuse me if i interfere", mendel and marvin have a brief conversation about the cubicle curtain. it's fairly inaudible so i'm not sure of the exact wording

2:12:00 ("jason's bar mitzvah") as marvin is fixing jason's tie, he whispers to him "relax, relax". while the cast sings "like marvin", marvin continues speaking to jason by saying "is that so hard?"

feel free to reblog and add any i've missed! i tried to include those i discovered on my own/ones i haven't yet seen talked about

[angelsanarchy]

Fever Dreams: Mike x Y/N One Shot Series PRT 21

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Mike sat at the dinner table eating the food he picked up after his last drop off. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't heard Leff come in the front door. His boots hit the steps and Mike considered getting up but knew it would just make things worse.

"What time did you get back?" Leff asked tossing his bag on the table, almost knocking his beer onto the floor.

"8:30." Mike kept his head down as Leff plopped down in the chair at the end of the table, twisting the beer top and tossing it on the floor like an animal.

"How long you gonna walk around here looking like some lovesick pussy? It's fucking annoying." Leff snorted chugging his beer. Mike ignores him not wanting to engage but it only served to piss Leff off more.

"Jesus fuck, there's plenty of tail in New York Mikey. Just find someone else. Hell I can set you up with one of the chicks from the club that won't try to rob your stupid ass." Leff laughed trying to pull some sort of reaction out of Mike but he just shook his head.

"Have you always been this way?" Mike asked causing Leff to pause as he brought his beer to his lips.

"I mean the way mom talked about you, the way she talked about how you took care of her when you guys were little...I remember how you were when I was a kid too. You never talked about women the way you do now." Mike looked over at him and Leff looked almost embarassed but snarled his lip.

"The world isn't all sunshine and rainbows Mike. You think you can have some stupid fucking love story in this life? Pushing product, trying not to get shot, making sure the people you love don't get taken advantage of or junkied out." Leff pressed.

"So was it Mom that made you like this?" He reached out and slapped Mike in the side of the head, surprising him.

"Wake the fuck up Mikey! You want to be soft and chase after Y/n, you're either going to get yourself killed or you're gonna harden yourself to survive the bullshit." Leff pointed at him.

"I am who I am because I've had to survive." He lowered his tone and Mike went back to closing himself off. They ate in silence for a few moments.

"Look, Mikey...it's my job to protect you. I promised your mom that I would watch out for you so you didn't end up like her okay?" Leff explained. This was the most they talked about his mom since he got here. He knew it was a hard topic for Leff but it wasn't easy for Mike to acknowledge either.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me, giving me a place to stay, a job...but you know I gotta be my own man. You would lose your mind if the roles were revered Leff. Some grown man trying to dictate your life-"

"You think that's what I'm doing? Dictating your life? I'm trying to keep your ass alive." Leff raised his voice.

"Having my back is one thing but telling me who I can't date? Treating me like some stupid kid in front of the people I make drop offs to..." Mike explained and Leff shook his head.

"So what? You fuck around with Y/n and now suddenly you're a man? You can take care of yourself and you don't need anybody else?" Leff chuckled darkly like it was such a pathetic concept.

"I want to be with her. I'm going to be with her and show her that I'm someone she can count on." Mike explained.

"Yea good luck with that." Leff slide his chair out from the table and let the chair hit the oven, snatching his beer and his bag of food to take up to his room. Mike let out a sigh and knew it was useless. They were too different at this point in their lives and the response to losing his mom had hit them both differently.

Mike wanted to find someone to live each day with and be happy. Leff was content on being miserable.

[mnoaeiu]

another idol au with idol!childe except you're friends with benefits with him.

warnings: angst. nsfw at the first part. afab!reader. minors do not interact. not proofread.

"c-childe... wait," you whined, putting your hands on his shoulder to try and put a little distance between the two of you. you felt him nipped at where your neck and shoulders meet, making let out a small gasp before he pulls away.

"something on your mind, pretty?" he whispered, lust and desire fully evident in how he can't keep his hands off to himself ever since you step foot in his house — one hidden enough where only you and him know, one where both your secrets were kept inside those four walls — yet he waits patiently for whatever you have to say.

"can we try something new tonight?" you whispered meekly, cheeks heating up.

"oh? want to try something kinky?" he smirked, mischief evident in his eyes. his mind already being filled with all the nastiest things he wants to do to you.

"no! just... can we take it slow tonight?"

"you want me to make love to you?" he whispered, tucking a stray piece of hair out of your pretty face. god, he wants to eat you up out from how cute you look with your cheeks reddening by the second. he just can't fathom how someone like you who deemed as an adventurous in bed get all so shy and embarassed by suggesting something like that.

"n-no! i mean yes! wait no, actually no! i mean you don't have to because you always say you don't make love, you fuck, but–" all your blabbering were cut off when his lips connected with yours once more. the kiss is something you have never felt with him before. it was slow, languid, and full of passion unlike those moments where his tongue is shoved down your throat as he locked lips with yours roughly. it feels so... intimate.

"don't got to tell me twice, babe. im all yours for the night, yeah?"

and for the rest of the night, all he can think about is your cute little moans that morphs into cries of his name as he thrusts in you slowly, hitting all your spots deliciously. he's got you creaming around him for the nth time that night, and the night ends with you being stuffed full of him.

after the night of passionate sex, everything dawns in you once again. you look over to your side to find him sleeping peacefully, his bright orange hair framing his face. you brushed his hair off his face and you can see how peaceful and satisfied he looks, with love bites littering his skin. it breaks your heart, but you want to take in all his features for the last time.

"i love you, im sorry." you can't help the tears gathering around your eyes, trying your hardest not to wake him up with your little sobs. you chest clenches and all you want to do is to wrap your arms around him and hope that everything will be alright, but you remind yourself that leaving him is for the best.

"i have to do this for you. i hope you understand. i love you so much, even if you don't feel the same. i just want to make our last night memorable, hmm? i just want to pretend that you're mine, even for just one night."

with that, you plant a lingering kiss on his forehead before leaving his warmth. you just hope that you won't regret your decision, and you just hope that he will forgive you for keeping the life growing inside of you a secret from him.

after all, you're doing it for him. you can't risk ruining his life when he finds out. he's at his peak, this is the career he has been dreaming of ever since he was a child and you could not fathom to let it all go to waste all because you were stupid enough to forget to take your pill.

or, perhaps, you were also doing it for yourself. perhaps, you were too afraid to face rejection, the disgust that will swirl in his eyes when you tell him the truth. maybe you can't fathom the possibility that his decision is just to leave as well.

as the moon disappears to let the morning sun shine, so do you.

he woke up with the other side of his bed cold.

[flower1622]

Percabeth Break Up - Hello, Perachel!

Part. 2

Percy was walking through Camp Half Blood happy. It was a sunny day. Then, Aphrodite appears to him. But, he didn't know the other demigods couldn't see her.

Aphrodite: Hey, Percy!

Percy: Hi, Aphrodite! What brings you here?

Aphrodite: Oh! I only wanted to see how you were.

Percy: I'm fine, Thanks!

Aphrodite notices Percy holding a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses. She smiles, already imagining for who they could be.

Aphrodite: Are the chocolates and flowers for a special person?

Percy gets a little embarassed and shy.

Percy: Maybe...

Aphrodite: A girl?

Aphrodite gives a devious smile to Percy, who only gets more nervous.

Percy: Yeah...

Aphrodite: Good! Nothing better to celebrate the valentines' day than with a beautiful girl, right?

Percy: Yeah...

Percy puts his hand behind his hair, totally shy.

Aphrodite: So, who is it?

Percy looks away.

Percy: You don't know her...

Aphrodite gets confused and shocked.

Aphrodite: What?

Percy: Her name is Rachel.

Aphrodite makes a disgusted face.

Aphrodite: The oracle?!

Percy: Yeah...(😅)

Aphrodite: But...what about Annabeth?

Percy: We broke up.

Aphrodite: You what?!...but...you can't!

Percy: Why not? (😕)

Aphrodite: Because you and Annabeth belong together!

Percy: We used to. Now, i like Rachel. After talking with Hera, i noticed how special Rachel was and i didn't value her enough.

Aphrodite: You broke up with Annabeth because of a conversation?!

Percy: It wasn't because of the conversation, but what Hera reminded me of. I'm tired of being used and ridicularized by other people. If i want to have my dream life, i can. I don't want to be a hero.

Aphrodite: But the girl is an oracle!

Percy: And? Look Aphrodite, I don't care if Rachel is an oracle. I would still love her even if she was a monster with three heads. So, if you excuse me, i'm late for my date.

Percy walks away from Aphrodite and she yells at him.

Aphrodite: She can't give you child! She'll only ruin your life! You were meant to be a hero!

Percy continues walking and doesn't answer or turn around to look at Aphrodite.

Aphrodite: You don't know what you are doing, Percy. But, i'll help you. Soon, you'll come back to the arms of the one you really love.

Aphrodite uses her arm to hit Percy with a love spell, but her hand is caught by another one. Aphrodite turns to the side and gets shocked when she sees Zeus holding her hand.

Zeus: That's enough, Aphrodite!

Aphrodite: What are you doing here? The demigods...

Zeus: They can't see us!

Hera appears next to Zeus.

Hera: After talking to Percy, i figured everything out.

Aphrodite: What do you mean?

Hera: It was you who messed with Percy's memories and made him only remember Annabeth.

Aphrodite: I don't know what you mean.

Zeus: Stop lying, Aphrodite! You wanted to keep that boring demigods together. So, you better not test my patience!

Aphrodite winces a little bit and Ares appears.

Ares: Let her go, father. You're hurting her.

Zeus doesn't let her go. Hera puts her hand on Zeus's arm.

Hera: Zeus.

Zeus lets go of Aphrodite's hand. He gets close to her and whispers angry.

Zeus: If i ever see you messing with these demigods again, the consequences won't be good. Do you understand me?

Aphrodite only nods her head scared and the four gods disappear.

...................................

Rachel and Percy are having fun on their picnic in the forest, laughing and playing with each other. Rachel runs from Percy and he hugs her from behind making them fall on the ground, with Rachel over him. Both smile at each other and kiss.

Not so far from there, under some trees, there were a woman and a man watching the scene of the couple in front of them. The man has an amused expression while he has his arms crossed.

Ares: Who knew the boy that i fought so many times finally grew up?

Hera: Yeah...who knew? Unfortunately, he wanted to make us his enemies.

Ares: He stil has too much to learn. That guy trusts everyone else very easy. He is still too naive to believe that "the good guys" are his friends while us, "the bad guys", are his enemies.

Hera: I agree. But, we can't change anything. It's his choice. I just hope that one day he finally recognizes his true enemies.

Ares only nods his head and gives a sadistic smile at Percy's direction

Ares: Well...until there, i'm still gonna have my fun with that boy!

Ares gives a devious smile at Percy's direction and disappears.

Hera: I told you Percy that what you needed was right in front of you. I wish you all the happiness in the world with your new wife and kids...ops. I guess i said too much about the future.

Hera whispers to herself while she gives a sweet smile at the couple's direction and disappears too.

[sweetmariihs2]

Cedric and Wormwood at Hexley Hall - Bullying (+Greylock's help)

I wish I could write this as an one-shot but I'm not feeling like it. Feel free to do it though. Just send me so that I can read it too hehehe

Tw: bullying

Imagine Cedric as a child walking through Hexley Hall with his new familiar, Wormwood (a baby crow, on top of his head or his shoulder simply because he can't fly yet- while Cedric is reading or even studying during the day to day activities, minding his own business with his new crow) after a spell class, where they were studying self-defence spells (foreshadowing) and Cedric still needed a little bit more of practice after the class, as he couldn't do it during the time again.

When a group of bullies finds them and try to (clearly) bully them, or better saying, Cedric. They push him to the floor, say bad stuff about him being a bungler, being useless, good for nothing, destroying his sister's hair, being the worst future royal sorcerer that Enchancia has ever had and saying he must be an embarassment for his parents, which hurts him deeply, trying to answer them by saying "That's not true!", "What I did to my sister was an accident!", "I AM a good sorcerer!" and "I will be a great sorcerer in the future, I just need some practice!" but no one there even cares about him or his feelings, just making fun of each one of his lines.

Cedric tries to protect himself and Wormwood from these bullies, maybe they got Wormwood into their hands and threatened to do something to him, harassing both of them. Cedric tries to use his wand, but he's too nervous and he's still studying the self-defense spell, so he can't do it, and they grab his wand too. Maybe they got his books and supplies to destroy them or read what he was reading, making fun of his notes, tearing them, burning them with a fire spell while Cedric can't do anything about it. When suddently the bullies are hit by an attacking spell, looking behind to see the future royal sorcerer from the Rudistanistan kingdom, Greylock.

Greylock say some things to them, like "what do you think you are doing with my friend Kendrick? Didn't you hear that he told you to go away? Leave him alone!", or "Don't you have anything better to do, you cowards?" or in his sarcastic and unbothered personality saying "Bedkick! There you are, I've been looking for you in the whole school! Oh, hello to you too! Am I interrupting something?", or "I know you're all too busy now, but can I ask you to excuse my friend Kevik for a moment? We have potions to study! Ah, thank you, thank you, I'll return him to you as soon as we finish this" while grabbing Cedric's hands and getting him out of the floor, and his bullies sending him a dead look, Cedric swallowing, the tension still lingering in the air.

Greylock got the little Wormwood out of their grabbing hand "Now return this boy for now- lemme just- ugh- you're really strong aren't you? haha, I got it, thank you my friends, see you tomorrow class" and Wormwood giving a uncomfortable "caw" during the impact of getting out of their hand. Greylock immediately returned Wormwood to Cedric's cupped palms, dying out of worry for his little bird, with a saddened/worried expression, checking if he's alright or if he broke a bone, opening his wings with his fingers while Wormwood caws out of stress/because he's beeing too touched and he doesn't like it. Cedric holds him close to his face saying "I'm so glad that you're okay, Wormy" as they are already far from the bullies, walking away now.

Greylock advises him to stop walking so distracted, practicing spells in the corridors, because they can get him again and Greylock won't be there to help. Greylock offers his help to learn the self defense spell, maybe later in their dorms or in the library, maybe at tomorrow's class.

[therottenkingsreckoning]

Right, chapter 8 is done! Something much shorter and lighter than the last one, as they'll hopefully mostly be from here to the end of the story. Enjoy!

~~Little Flame, Chapter 8~~

Over the next few weeks, word got around to their remaining friends of Frank's request. There were of course the murmured apologies for bounds overstepped, but he was quick to assure them that it really was alright and all was forgiven. He meant it too. Now that their initial bout of anger had long since passed, Frank felt almost embarassed to have gotten *so* worked up about it.

Oddly enough, one of the people most upset to have made them upset was apparently Howdy. He'd been quite enjoying the recent upswing of their friendship, and "would hate to know I'd done something to ruin it." To make up for that, all kinds of baby supplies were brought into the shop for Frank and Eddie to choose between, the caterpillar assuring them that any products they didn't buy would be shipped right back or kept waiting in storage.

"Wow, quite the selection you got here," Eddie said as the two walked in. A row of freshly-constructed cribs stood side by side in the widest space the shop had to offer. Behind them were neatly organized shelves of diapers, bottles, tins of formula & pastel onesies. And in the middle of it all stood Howdy himself, looking proud as could be.

"Yep! Spared no expense. Your kids deserve the best after all, and that's exactly what they'll get here at Howdy's Place." It was his usual sales-pitch talk, but underneath there was also a genuine sense of love. Being able to provide for his friends and their families was Howdy's greatest joy in life, and even though he'd yet to meet them he was clearly keen on showering the child with gifts.

Frank chuckled, and set about testing the strength of one of the cribs. "What do think of this one love? It seems pretty sturdy, and the slats aren't too far apart."

Eddie considered it for a moment, looking the thing over carefully. Then shook his head as he pressed down on to the mattress. "Too firm, little guy needs somethin' softer. Don't wanna mess their bones up!"

"Not too soft though," Frank countered. "Babies need head & back support as well."

"How about this one then?" Howdy offered, gesturing over to one tall and elegant in white-painted wood. "Extra storage underneath, soft foam top layer on the mattress with a sturdy base, and it even has built in slots for mobile & monitor!"

This time both of them disagreed. "Far too fancy," Frank said. "And the height's all wrong. Let's take a look at the others before we make any decisions."

And so it went, going one by one through the different beds in search of a perfect match for their home. Yet in each one, no matter how perfect they seemed at first, there was always some trouble too much to bear. This one's slats were too wide, that one wobbled on its uneven legs, this other would be so close to perfect except it looked so terribly ugly.

"AUGGHH!" Frank groaned in frustration, burying his face in their hands. "Why is this so difficult? It's the first choice, and we can't even decide on that." He sighed deeply and shook his head. "We're no good to be parents."

"Aww, don't say that darlin'," Eddie reassured. "We're doin' fine, just...hit a little snag is all."

Frank snorted and glared at their husband through his fingers. "We would've already been done by now if you'd just agreed with me at the start."

"Hey now, you saw yourself it wasn't right! I'm just doing what's best for 'em!"

"And I'm not??" Frank snapped.

"HEY!" Howdy shouted above the rising cloud of tension, his upper arms gently keeping the two at a distance. Thinking quickly, he pried the tall white crib's deluxe mattress free, then swapped it out with the one from the first frame, internally sighing with relief as it fit near perfectly onto the shorter bed.

Gesturing proudly now with all four hands, he declared, "There you go! That should solve all your problems, so there's no more need for fighting."

Frank and Eddie stared silently at the newly re-mattressed crib for a moment. Then a nervous chuckle rumbled up from the grey, spilling over into genuine laughter from both. "That's perfect!" Frank said. "Thank you." He then leaned against their mate's shoulder and sighed. "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Eddie. You don't deserve it when you're just trying to be a good dad."

Putting an arm around them, Eddie snuggled back. "It's ok, I know ya didn't mean it. This is stressful business, and we're all feelin' a lot right now. It's a lucky thing Howdy's here to help us out though, right?"

"Of course!" Howdy smiled warmly. "It's what I'm here for. And I really do mean it- I want the best for all of you."

They ended up buying that first bed in its refurbished state, along with several boxes worth of the other supplies, a few toys and some clothes as well. Howdy helped them carry it all back to their house, and as he watched the two chat happily over their armfuls of bags, he couldn't but smile. Yes, this was how it should be. All his friends were were safe and happy. Their little town was so full of warmth and life and love, so ready to welcome its newest resident. Yeah, he thought with a soft chuckle. Things really are gonna turn out alright.