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What if feyd's wife brought up the idea of having another child? How will he react? I loved his boy and all of your fics btw. You're a great writer!!!

Feyd-Rautha x wife!reader

Summary: You want another baby, but after what happened with your first pregnancy and birth, Feyd is hesitant. 

Warnings/Notes: Thank you for your kind comments, anon. I hope you like this! Mentions of smutty stuff but not anything extreme. I'm still gonna go with 18+ though. I don't think there's anything else. Typos, I'm sure. This is also part of the His series, but you don't have to read it first.

Words: 1400

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Your bottom lip is worn raw. You’ve spent three hours nibbling on the delicate skin as you stare at the ceiling, waiting for the sun to rise. When it finally does, your little boy stirs in the bed between you and Feyd—nightmares, poor thing—but he quickly settles back into sleep, his lips parted with light snores. 

Iron seeps onto your tongue. Swiping your finger over your mouth, it pulls back coated in red. “Wonderful,” you mutter.

“What did you do?” Your husband asks, making you gasp and shoot up in bed. He chuckles, his brow drawing close at your skittishness. Careful not to disturb Fionn, he pulls back the covers and walks over to your side. His palm cups your chin. His thumb runs over your lip, collecting a droplet before sticking it in his mouth with a wicked grin that makes you playfully roll your eyes. “Morning,” he says, leaning in to kiss you. 

You press a peck to his lips. “Morning.”

“That’s all I get?” 

You debate not doing this, not dragging down another morning, but you can’t help it. It's an impulse at this point. Unable to be contained. 

“I want to talk about it,” you say.

Feyd’s features solidify into stone and he straightens his spine. “We already talked about it,” he replies before turning for the bathroom. You hop up and follow after him, closing the door behind you as Feyd twists a knob so water can cascade into the deep tub. 

“I want to talk about it again.” Ignoring you, he puts his hand under the water to test its warmth. “I’m not going to let it go.”

“No, you’re not, are you.”

“You honestly don’t want another one?”

“What I want is my wife alive,” he says as he strips off his silken sleep pants. “I already had to watch you die once.”

“I didn’t die.”

Feyd’s chest inflates. He’s been holding in an explosion for days and you don’t know how long he can manage that. “Fionn won’t be up for hours,” he says, getting into the tub and finding a comfortable position. “Come join me.”

“Feyd–”

“Clothes off.”

You sigh and slide the straps of your nightgown down your shoulders until it falls to your feet. With your hand in Feyd’s, you step into the pool of heated water and get cozy with your back to his chest. You lean your head against his shoulder as he takes hold of both of your hands, his fingers playing with yours. 

“I didn’t die,” you remind him, keeping a softness to your voice. You tilt your chin back and plant a kiss on his jawline to ease the truth of your argument so it doesn’t induce a bout of rage. You’re good at that, after years of dealing with his fits. 

“I thought you did,” he says. “For a moment, I felt it as if you did.”

“I know, but–”

“What if it were me?” he says, and your heart leaps into your throat at the suggestion. “Would you want me doing something again that almost killed me the first time?”

That's not exactly fair, and you want so desperately to spit those words right back at him. It’s not as if you haven’t had to catch your breath once or twice when he goes up against a prisoner who has not yet lost the skills that came from years of training on their home planet. You’ve cleaned up a few nicks on your husband’s skin from a blade, and yet, he continues to fight without you saying a word about it. Even if it went against your wishes, he would continue. 

“I watch you in the arena all the time,” you tell him.

“That’s not the same. You know I’m going to survive,” he says, and you hate that you can’t argue his point because you do know that. He’s too skilled. The nearest he’s come to serious harm—harm that would not have even come close to resulting in his death—was against an Atreides. And while it was a harder fought duel, there was nothing sloppy about it. Feyd still ended the life of that man with the beautiful maneuvers of a practiced warrior.

Reaching for the last bit of logic you can, you say, “You don’t know that I won’t survive.”

Your husband groans, a rumble that vibrates against your back. “I don’t know that you will,” he says. “Don’t you understand that? I need you. Fionn needs you.”

“Feyd–”

“I love you and you would dare to leave me. You’re fighting me on this for the second time now.”

You swallow hard, trying to remove the lump in your throat, before you twist your body so you’re facing him. The water sloshes over the edge of the tub as your legs straddle his hips, but neither of you give the mess and ounce of attention. Your fingers weave at the back of his neck. 

“I’m not leaving you,” you tell him. “I’m not leaving Fionn. I just want to bring more into our lives.”

“We don’t need more,” he says. “I don’t want more.”

His words poke a needle through your chest and into pumping organ behind your ribcage. “At all? You’ve never imagined it? A brother for Fionn? A little girl you could train to be as strong as you?”

Feyd’s eyes fall from yours. His fingers tighten at your waist. “Stop it,” he demands, and by the way he continues to avoid your stare you suddenly see that he has, in fact, thought about it; that it has been considered. All this time, you’ve assumed he brushed off the idea without so much as bothering to picture what another child would be like for your little family. But no. You were wrong. And you wonder what images of that future he’s conjured up in that mind of his. What scenarios he’s denied the possibility of simply because he is scared. 

“You have imagined it.”

Feyd huffs. “So what?”

“What’s it like?”

“Without you?” he asks. “Miserable.”

“And with me?”

Your husband takes a deep breath that exhales as a slow but heavy stream of air through his nose. “I told you to stop.”

“I can’t.” You press your forehead into his. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you in closer. “Feyd, I can’t. Can’t we just try?”

Feyd leans back and looks up at you, examining your features with an intensity that suggests he doesn’t already know the shapes and planes of your face by memory. It brings forth a blush that heats your cheeks; a blush he’s always able to work out of you, one way or another, even after nearly seven years together. It makes you want to make your baby right now, and if he agreed, and if your son was not sleeping just in the other room, you would. You’d touch him and harden him and slide down onto him, writhing and shifting your hips until he was groaning and filling you. 

“Please,” you whisper. Your hands plant on his cheeks. Your thumbs run across the sharp edges of his cheekbones and you move in to capture his lips in a kiss that then travels to his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Please,” you say between more kisses. You say it again, punctuating the word with a little nibble on his collarbone. 

Feyd shifts underneath you. You can feel him grow thicker against your core. With a suck in of air, he pushes your hips down harder onto his lap, but then he holds you still. And it’s for the best. You weren’t trying to start something anyway, not here, not now. 

“We’ll talk to the doctor,” he says as you rest your head into the crook of his neck. Relief floods your whole body. “But if he says no, then it’s not happening. And if he says yes but then something happens to you, I’m killing him, so you should be prepared for that.”

“Nothing is going to happen to me,” you swear to him. And you do believe that, genuinely, in your heart of hearts. “And I’m always prepared for you to end someone's life. I wouldn't have married you if I thought you'd be any different.”

Feyd almost chuckles. “You didn't have a choice in marrying me.”

“Yes, but I wanted to marry you anyway,” you tell him. “Murder and all.”

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A/N: thank you for reading. Let me know what you think. If you have any ideas or thoughts on the His series, I am open for requests.

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brightest in the dark

Crosshair x F!Reader

word count: 9.2k

description: when you get caught up in an inescapable cave-in, crosshair finds that some things are easier to confess when it feels like the end of the road

warnings/tags: angst for sure but not all the way through, crosshair is an angsty boy in a lot of ways, forced proximity, frenemies (?) to lovers — reader and cross have a strained relationship because of the aforementioned angstiness of the boy, perceived unrequited love, injury detail, blood & needles, jealous (and a bit insecure) crosshair, implied there might be something between hunter & reader (spoiler: there isn't), grumpy/sunshine kinda, reader is a medic (how original), reader is described as being a similar size to crosshair, some suggestive dialogue but nothing nsfw

a/n: I will make every clone yearn if it’s the last thing I do. sue me. also If anyone knows where I took the title from we can be best friends forever btw. and shoutout to @lonewolflupe for the ‘sky rodeo’ <3

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“Have you got your water bottle?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, kicking off the side of the Marauder as you descended the ship’s stairs with an irritating pep in your step.

“Mm” he confirmed, taking a toothpick from his belt, already pre-empting a grinding jaw.

“Medkit?” you asked, stopping just next to him to secure the top of your knapsack.

Crosshair didn’t reply, he just gave you a sidelong glance of irritation, toothpick clenched between his teeth. You looked over to him, most likely upon realising he wasn’t going to answer, and deflated slightly at his expression.

“Crosshair, have you got your medkit?” you asked more pointedly, an edge of exasperation that made the edges of his lips quirk up marginally.

“Yes, I have” he mumbled out, turning away from you and catching Hunter’s glare as he walked in his direction.

Crosshair had to fight the urge to roll his eyes again, he already knew what he was going to say.

“She’s only trying to help” Hunter scolded him, “if I hear that you've given her a hard time—”

“Alright, I get it” Crosshair snapped, his gaze as sharp as his tongue.

Hunter gave him an unimpressed look, eyebrows raised and a sigh escaping his lips, “alright, try not to take too long, report back as soon as you've got a visual”

Crosshair didn't try to suppress his eye roll this time, “this isn’t my first sky rodeo, Hunter”

“I know, but—”

“You ready, Cross?”

Crosshair's head twinged to the side slightly as his eyes fluttered closed, his jaw grinding and teeth clamped together at the nickname. He'd pretend it was because he hated it, as he always did.

He didn't reply, instead stalking away from the two of you and off in the direction of your mission objective. He could hear the way your feet scurried to catch up with his long strides and huffed, gripping his helmet tightly at his side. He felt your eyes on him, running them over his armour, and it took everything within him to keep from meeting your gaze.

“How did you sleep last night?” you asked, making his jaw tick noticeably.

He knew you had recognised his poor sleeping habits of late, but he wasn't really in the mood to speak about it, especially as it had something to do with the fact that you'd started sleeping in Hunter's bunk. He wasn't sure why, but that was somehow even more torturous than knowing.

“Fine” he replied coldly, keeping his eyes ahead as the two of you followed the trail that lead down into the valley below.

You sighed, “Cross…”

“Don't call me that” he grumbled, no real bite behind the demand, “and I said fine, so drop it”

He saw your shoulders slump out of the corner of his eye and shook his head, disappointed in himself once again.

Truth be told, Crosshair was painfully enamoured by you. Smitten was a more appropriate description really. He certainly felt as if he had been smited by some cruel deity who deemed that his life was worth being made difficult. He bore it like an open wound that he tried to ignore, a mess that wasn't given the proper amount of care and attention, and bled into the way he treated you.

You’d always been too kind to Crosshair, far kinder than he deserved. As much as it was your job as a medic, you always took care of him in the same way as the others, even though they always treated you with a level of respect that he didn't. He wished everyday that he could take it all back, go back to the beginning and start over, let you know how much he appreciated you and your efforts, how his feelings had grown for you to the point where his chest ached every time your smile was directed at someone who wasn't him.

It made little sense, he knew that. He acted as if he didn't care whether you lived or died, but it was the fact that you didn't seem to care that made him continue to act that way. So he couldn't take it back after all, and maybe he wouldn't want to anyway, because how else could he get close to you? He knew that made little sense too, but very few things were clear to him when it came to you.

In any case, he'd go on suffering in silence, a suffering of his own making that he cursed himself everyday for.

You did have a friendship, of sorts. He wouldn't call it that, and would certainly never admit it, but you were insistent in trying to get him talking. The way it would play out often went along the lines of him teasing you, making fun of you, to see how far he could push you as a juvenile way of coping with the magnitude of his affections. It was the closest thing to affection he would allow himself. You often rebutted his teasing remarks with ones of your own, and as much as he appreciated you matching his attitude, he mostly wished that you wouldn't allow him to get away with it, that you would give him a reason to show how he truly felt about you.

Safe to say the opportunity hadn't arisen, and he wasn't crossing his fingers either.

This mission's objective was simple; go and scout ahead, and comm the others when it was safe for them to move out. Since your joining the group eight months ago, Crosshair had often been lumbered with you in situations such as this. As the sniper, he wasn't made for nor enjoyed close combat fighting, and as the medic with little combat training, it suited you to hang back until you were needed.

Thankfully, the terrain that you were traversing this time was straightforward, a narrow valley that brought you right up to a ridge that overlooked a separatist outpost. Although the area was simple to cut across, it only made the silence that stretched between you even more tense, with no buffer to distract either of you.

You kicked up dust into the air with the way you were dragging your feet, and Crosshair was half of the mind to replace his backpack with you just so he wouldn't have to hear the grating noise. Holding a datapad in hand, you tapped the screen, tracking the direction that the two of you were heading in.

“Two more klicks” you mumbled, cutting through the tension with all the effectiveness of a butter knife.

Crosshair grunted in reply, casting his eyes across the top of the valley as the two of you descended to the very bottom. His hand shot out, slamming against your abdomen and stopping you in your place.

“What is it?” you asked, your voice low as you saw the way his gaze skimmed the top of the valley.

Crosshair slowly reached back and took his firepuncher from his backpack, “we're being watched”

The moment the first blaster bolt flew, Crosshair grabbed your waist and pushed you behind him, bringing his blaster into position and picking off the sniper droids he could see. Each bolt found its mark, piercing the droids between their eyes.

“Find us some cover” he ordered as he shoved his helmet over his head, looking for incoming droids. He turned back the way you had come, blaster raised as he walked backwards. It was silent for a moment, the only thing he could hear being the gentle padding of your feet against the ground behind him.

“Crosshair, in here” he heard you call from not far away, and he gave one last look around the edge of the valley before turning and making his way towards your voice.

There was a small cavern at the base of the cliff, a hideaway cut from the rock, and it looked to have been used for shelter before. A small pile of logs indicated a fire, with stones outlining a pit of ashes, only just visible with the way the afternoon light shone in through the opening of the cave.

Crosshair squared himself with the wall of the cave to look outside, his back pressed against it as he followed the line of the cliff through his scope. He felt your presence next to him, your chin knocking against his spaulder as you peered over his shoulder. Your breath wafted over the sliver of skin between the top of his blacks and his helmet, and his breath hitched as the heat of it made his skin prickle.

“Stay” he muttered, stepping forwards to put some distance between you, and to make sure that it was safe to move again. He stepped out into the valley once more, his rifle raised and ready should he meet more adversaries.

It was eerily quiet, the whistling of the wind the most audible sound, carrying no others on it. Crosshair stalked around the base of the valley, making sure that no other droids were in the vicinity, and called for you to join him when he was sure.

“One moment” you muttered, “I think there's a stone in my boot”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, lifting his weapon to look through the scope and make extra sure that it was safe. He wandered around as he waited, his own boots softly crumbling the dirt beneath them, then came to a stop next to you after a few moments, watching as you buckled up your boot again.

You looked up at him and a small smile crossed your lips, but almost instantly dropped, as if you'd done something wrong, “let's go”

Crosshair felt his heart fall from his chest at the subtle action. The fact that you wouldn't even allow yourself to smile at him left a gaping hole through the middle of him, and he felt completely and utterly ashamed. He knew it was his own fault, he'd blame himself even if it wasn't, but he wasn't prepared for how the simple motion would bring his mettle to its knees.

As he was caught up in staring at you with an inscrutible expression, one that didn't give away even one ounce of the anguish he felt, a blast flew straight past him, and narrowly missed your arm. He pushed you back inside the cave on instinct, and whipped around to deal with the incoming attack, but upon seeing the increased amount of firepower now gunning for the two of you, he quickly followed you inside, picking off the droids towards the front of the formation as he walked backwards.

As the droids continued firing down at you, a blast lodged itself in the ledge above the opening to the cave. When the rocks there crumbled away, they seemed to focus all their fire above you. Crosshair didn't think about the immediate implications of it, he just kept knocking down what droids he could, but when you called out his name and grabbed his arm to pull him backwards, he understood.

The rocks came down almost in slow motion, but quick enough that the pair of you couldn't have made it out in time. Crosshair fell backwards as you tugged on his arm, stumbling and trying to find his footing before he was taken to the ground. In the scramble to get away, a rock snagged his shoulder, just between his cuirass and spaulder, and he released a deep grunt as it brought him to his knees with the impact.

For a moment it was quiet again, only the heavy sound of breathing being heard in the darkness of the cave. Crosshair kept his head down, trying to keep his breath even and cut out the pain from his wound, though it was quickly becoming apparent to him that his shoulder was not in any sort of good condition. He could feel blood tricking down his side, soaking through his blacks, and he felt himself becoming feint, his mind fuzzy and unfocused.

A light flicked on, shining directly at him, and he groaned again, the hand of his uninjured arm lifting to cover his eyes.

“Crosshair” your voice was a hoarse whisper, as if it had got caught in your throat, and it wasn't hard to guess why.

He slumped forwards slightly, his back hunching as he dug his knees further into the ground to distract from the pain.

“I know” he said quietly, not even having looked at the damage yet. He was far too concentrated on trying to ignore it.

The light flicked off with the click of a button, and he heard you shuffling around, your knapsack hitting the ground with a thud that told him you were moving quickly, your actions rushed. Soon after, a warmer light started growing, and Crosshair realised you had taken out a lamp, and were now dragging it over to him with a medkit in hand.

He looked up, the softer light not invading his vision in such a piercing way, and he could now see the worry in your eyes. His gut twisted, the uncomfortable feeling of guilt spreading through his body and only making his wound ache more. You knelt in front of him, ripping off his helmet before your hand gripped his spaulder and pulled it aside to get a proper look at the injury. The both of you sucked a breath through your teeth, Crosshair in pain and you no doubt because of how bad the damage was.

You got to work quickly, silently, and unclipped the top half of his armour to get better access. Crosshair was glad that you weren't talking, he was already embarassed enough, feeling infantile, crumpled to his knees and completely weak in front of you. He was powerless to do anything else, his head pounding and vision hazy as blood gushed from his wound.

“Hold this here” you said firmly, pushing a cloth into the wound and bringing him back to the present harshly, another pained noise leaving him.

He followed your instruction without much thought, and when he took the fabric from you to hold in place, he felt the way your hand was shaking. His eyes snapped up to yours, and the distress he saw written into your expression was enough to shock him back into full consciousness.

Crosshair watched your movements carefully, his keen eyes noticing every twitch and shiver as you fumbled with the syringe. He wanted to comfort you in any way he could, but truthfully, he didn't know how. It wasn't something he'd ever sought to do, and now faced with the challenge, he didn't know what would be the right thing to say.

“It's just a scratch” he mumbled, a small chuckle passing his lips in an attempt to at least alleviate some of the tension.

“A scratch?” you huffed, your voice disbelieving as you shot him a unimpressed look, “this isn't funny, Crosshair”

“Hey—”

“If I hadn't pulled you away you'd still be there. You'd be de—”

Crosshair called your name sternly, and you stopped your fiddling with the syringe to look up at him, “it's going to be fine, do you hear me?”

His voice was grave, and while he knew it wasn't necessarily a comforting tone, it was the best thing he could muster up with the panic steadily growing within him. Your eyes flicked between his, your shoulders relaxing slightly after a few seconds.

“Okay” you breathed out deeply, pressing your hand over his to hold the cloth tighter to the wound, “look to your right”

Crosshair could feel his pulse throbbing all over his body, the blood rushing through him and towards his wound, towards the hand that covered his and brought about such a reaction. Your skin was warm through the fabric of his glove, and he'd been so distracted by the touch that he barely registered when you had administered the pain relief injection into his neck.

You took your hand from his as you placed down the syringe, and then found the hem of his blacks, your fingers skimming along the edge, “I need to take this off, is that okay?”

“It's fine” Crosshair replied, taking the cloth away from his wound to allow you to continue.

You nodded once, and ran your palms across the skin of his abdomen as you peeled the body glove from him. Crosshair couldn't help the way his body shivered, the way his jaw clenched at the feel of your hands on his skin. His eyes locked with yours as you pulled the top up, warm knuckles brushing over him, and he let out a shuddering breath, trying to relax his mind. He groaned in pain, eyes screwing shut when he lifted his arm to help you take the shirt from his injured shoulder.

“I know, I know” you spoke soothingly, your voice measured and calm as you discarded the shirt, “I’m sorry”

“Don’t apologise” Crosshair hissed out, the pressure to his wound returning as you grabbed his hand once more and brought the cloth to his shoulder.

“Alright, here's what's going to happen now” you started, your hand still covering his as you held his attention, “I'm going to take this away and clean the wound first. It's going to hurt a lot, but it'll be over before you know it. Then I'm going to need to stitch it up”

“It's that bad huh?” Crosshair huffed a laugh, still not keen to look down at the wound, but he heard how strained his voice sounded in saying it.

“It's going to be fine” you assured him, and your fingers closed around his, gripping his hand tightly, “it'll only take a few minutes, and then it's just a matter of putting a bacta patch over it”

He breathed out deeply, his skin alight where yours was touching it, trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Alright, do it” he spoke, forcing his eyes away.

You gave his hand one last squeeze as you brought it away, and despite how it made his heart flutter, it wasn't enough to fight the stinging pain of the antiseptic spray.

As you cleaned out the gash, wiping away drying blood and dirt, you responded to Crosshairs groans and whimpers of pain with comforting words, telling him that it was almost over, and as much as he appreciated it, he only felt more embarrassed. In the lull between cleaning and stitches, he tried to take steadying breaths, but the antiseptic was still stinging at the open wound.

“Are you ready?” you asked quietly, and his eyes found yours again at the softness of your voice.

You held the curved needle in your hand, ready for whenever he said the word, and between his deep breaths and pounding head, he couldn't help but just sit and admire you for a moment too long.

“Do you want something to hold on to?”

“What?” he frowned.

“To grip, for the pain? or… something to bite down on?” you suggested.

“No, no” he dismissed, shaking his head.

“Okay, I'm going to start now” you informed him, and he nodded quickly.

As soon as the needle pierced his skin, Crosshair's hands shot out and gripped the fabric of your shirt, bunching it at your waist with the way his fingers tightened, his bones almost creaking beneath the pressure.

“Fuck” he breathed out, trying hard to keep himself in check, to distract himself by focusing on the rhythm of your breath.

“I know” you said gently, “you're doing well, just a couple more”

His head fell forwards, resting his forehead against your temple as you worked, and he instead found that he was losing himself in your presence. He could feel your breath against his cheek, steady and warm, where his was harsh and shallow. You continued to send comforting words his way, your sharp actions a direct contrast to your tone and sentiments. He focused on the sound on your voice, the scent of your hair, the soft fabric of your tunic between his fingers, and soon they began to loosen.

“There, all done” you pulled away from him as you put down the needle and peeled off the back of a bacta patch, and Crosshair had to catch himself from falling forward.

You placed the patch over the affected area, lightly running your fingers over the edges to press it into his skin, and he immediately felt the solution beginning to cool the flaming agony that stemmed from the gash. A breath left him, and he sat back on his heels more as his head tipped back in relief.

“Better?” you asked.

“Better” he replied, then looked down at you to see your worried expression taken over by something more unreadable.

You chuckled slightly as you tidied up the medkit, “don't worry, I'm not expecting a th—”

“Thank you" he spoke before you could finish, voice firm enough that your eyes snapped back up to his.

You cocked your head a little as you looked over his features, “well… you're welcome then”

Placing the medkit back in your knapsack, you produced a dark piece of fabric, handing it over to him. He looked at the black material clasped in your hand and realised you were offering him your spare blacks.

“That wont fit me” he nodded his head to the item of clothing, an unimpressed furrow in his brow.

He watched on as you frowned in return, then trailed your eyes down his chest and abdomen, no doubt sizing him up.

“We look about the same size”

Crosshair scoffed, “are you calling me skinny?”

“Are you calling me skinny?” you replied amusedly, one of your eyebrows raising in tandem with your lips.

He rolled his eyes, “whatever, hand them over”

He held out his hand, looking away from your irritatingly enraptured gaze, and you dropped the top into his hand. He threaded his arms through the top and the sleeves, going to pull it over his head until his shoulder cried out in protest, and another pained grunt escaped him. He tried again, but was met by the same results.

“Here, let me help y—”

“Don't touch me” he replied on instinct, his tone venomous in a way that made his insides coil tightly together with guilt. He could see the hurt in your eyes, a flicker of sadness that only made that nasty feeling inside of him pull taut.

Truthfully, he couldn't stand to have you touch him. If he hadn't been so woozy previously, he may have shrugged off your help with his wound as he usually did, telling you he could sort it himself. Now that he was in his right mind, there was no way he would let you anywhere near him. He didn't trust himself around you. He didn't think he could have you touch him and not do everything in his power to keep it that way.

Though, observing the hurt in your eyes, in the slight downturn of your lips, he felt he couldn't deny you anything in that moment. After a long silence, he sighed. “I'm sorry”

Without so much as a single word, your hands found the fabric of the top, and you gently pulled it over his head. Crosshair knew he didn't have to say anything, because as much as he wished you didn't, you knew him well, and could read him far more than he was comfortable with.

He kept his eyes trained on yours. So much of your emotions were given away by your eyes, and he felt that you didn't try very hard to hide them, not like he did. He admired you for that. You were so openly giving and sought connection with everyone, even him. Your eyes caught his as you pulled the top down over his chest.

A small smirk wound it's way onto your face, “don't worry, I won't tell the others you needed help dressing like a little boy”

Crosshair huffed, trying to disguise what was really a laugh as an unimpressed scoff.

“I'm going to try and contact them” you muttered, moving away from him to pull out your comm. “Hunter? Are you there?” you were met by static, nothing coming through the line.

You tried again a few more times, calling for Hunter to reply, and every time you said his name it was like a punch to the gut. The last time was so desperate, so soft and bordering on loving that Crosshair almost clamped his hands over his ears. He couldn't stand it.

He didn't want to feel resentful towards Hunter, he only had himself to blame for leaving the space for something to blossom between the two of you, and it didn't surprise him in the least. You were both generous in a similar way, looking out for others before yourself, and it made sense that you had gravitated towards each other.

He tried to push it from his mind, vaguely aware that you were sending a recorded message about what had happened. He was more focused on the intense need he had to escape this situation. He couldn't be trapped in here with you, it would be the end of him, he was sure.

You began trying to shift some rocks from the base of the mound they had fallen into, but it only caused a slide from the ones on top of it. You yelped as you sprang back, and a thin crack appeared, running along the ceiling of the cave. Crosshair just huffed and pushed himself off of the ground, going to continue on in your stead.

“I'm not sure that's—”

The same thing happened, the crack deepening and small rocks falling from the ceiling. Crosshair paid it no mind, but you insisted that he stopped, pleading with him when it only got worse, more rocks shifting unsteadily and falling down around you. Really, it was hurting him a lot, his shoulder calling out for him to stop much like you, but the prospect of being stuck in here struck him as far more painful.

You had always given back what Crosshair gave out for the most part, but with the tone of your voice, he could tell your patience was wearing thin. You were quickly losing your sense of humour, and you finally snapped.

“You know what Crosshair, I'm kriffing sick of you! If you want to go and get yourself killed, be my guest, I won't stop you”

Crosshair stopped what he was doing, turning to face you, “you don't mean that”

His tone was partly joking, partly serious, as he didn't know which end of the scale you were on at that point.

“I mean every word” you spat at him, far more angry than you'd ever been, and you grabbed the lamp, dragging it behind you as you walked away.

He watched you slide down the far wall of the cave, your arms wrapping around your knees as you brought them into your chest in a huff. For a moment Crosshair didn't know what to do, but he figured he wasn't going anywhere if you weren't onside, so he trudged over you slowly, not approaching quickly for how he didn't know what kind of reaction to expect.

“Go away” you muttered, your eyes staring ahead of you, hardened with a resolve to not engage with him.

“No” he replied petulantly.

“I'm not dealing with your shitty attitude right now” you gritted through your teeth, still not looking at him.

It seemed that his mistreatment of you had finally caught up to him, and made you snap, and Crosshair was almost scared of the uncharted territory that you were now in.

“Just get up and help me shift these rocks” he knocked his foot on yours, urging you to abide, but you didn’t move.

You were silent, and realised then that it looked as if you were shaking subtly, but it was hard to tell in the low light. He was worried about you, but he knew there wasn't anything he could say or do that would help. He crouched next to you with a small sigh.

“What's the matter with you?”

“The matter? Crosshair we're stuck in here!” you finally looked up at him, a scrunch in your nose that he couldn't help but find adorable, and he found himself wishing you would have snapped at him before.

“What? Are you scared?” he asked, his usual teasing tone making an appearance.

“Yes! I'm scared, alright?” you hissed, and he could see a flicker of fear in your stormy eyes, “I don't know why you aren't”

“I don't get scared” he replied quickly, a knee-jerk response.

You laughed humourlessly, rolling your eyes, “right, of course. I should've thought of that”

Crosshair could see he wasn't getting anywhere, so he took a seat next to you, his back to the wall, one knee bent to rest his forearm on.

“I can't believe I'm going to die trapped in here with you” you grumbled out.

A pang of hurt cut deep in Crosshair's chest, but he forced a dry chuckle past his lips, an instinctual reaction to deflect the pain. You didn't seem so amused.

“Hey” he said softly, and you turned your head to look over to him, “we're not going to die”

His voice was as soothing as he'd allow himself, and he hoped that it could bring you even a little reassurance. You seemed almost taken aback, your mouth hanging open a little as your eyebrows raised. You blinked at him, and then settled back into a frown.

“I'm not stupid Cross, there's no way to know whether we're going to get out of this or not” you spoke softly.

The nickname made his chest seize up, but he sighed, leaning his head back against the wall of the cave, “you're right”

He wasn't going to lie to you, you didn't need that, and it wouldn't fix anything about the predicament you found yourselves in.

For a little while, you sat in silence, save for a steady drip of water on the opposite side of the cave that Crosshair had failed to notice previously. Now, it was all he could focus on. It was a particularly grating noise, something irritatingly steadfast and unyielding about it, just existing in the same space as you, but doing a much better job at consistency than him. It felt like it was taunting him, mocking him, calling him a coward. Maybe he was already going crazy, but either way, he felt compelled to speak up, if only to try and drown it out.

“I'm sorry” he said quietly, almost a whisper.

You sighed deeply, deflating, “it's not your fault”

Crosshair shook his head though you didn't see it, “I mean, that you're stuck here with me. I know that you'd prefer if it was Hunter instead”

You looked over at him with a curious expression, one that he only saw for a split second before he had to turn away. He couldn't bring himself to look at you for whatever you were about to say.

“That's not exactly true” you said in a measured tone.

His gazed snapped up to you, and you were giving him one of those looks where you were trying to figure him out. He hated when you did that, you were so good at it after all. He sometimes felt that you could see right through him and into his very soul, but he sincerely hoped that wasn't the case, he couldn't think of anything more horrifying.

“I didn't mean what I said before” you murmured, turning your body towards him with a small smile, “you're a great end of the universe buddy really”

Crosshair rolled his eyes, “so you don't actually want me to die?”

“Of course I don't” your face softened with your tone, and he couldn’t believe that such a tender look could be directed at him, he could only think that he didn’t deserve it, “you just drive me up the wall sometimes”

His lips quirked into a small smirk on instinct, and then it was your turn to roll your eyes.

“No one enjoys winding me up as much as you” you muttered, drawing your knees back to your chest as a shudder wracked your body.

Crosshair cast his eyes over you at the action, realising that your medics robes were not as warm as the blacks you had packed for situations exactly like this. He thought that maybe if he was a better man he'd give the top back to you. That's what Hunter would do. Instead, he looked across the cave, to where the previous dwellers had made a makeshift fire. There wasn't much wood, but it would be better than nothing.

“You have a lighter in there?” he asked, motioning his hand towards your knapsack.

“Uh… yeah” you replied.

Crosshair pushed himself from the ground, only a small grunt leaving his lips as the bacta had already began healing his wound. He grabbed the bag and crouched down by the pile of wood, rifling through it to find the lighter which was rattling around at the bottom.

As he arranged the remaining pieces of wood into his preferred shape, you stood and walked over to retake your seat in front of the soon-to-be fire. He got it going quickly enough, lighting one of the smaller pieces and placing it into the structure he had built, but it was weak at best. It wasn't going to keep for more than a few hours with the resources available, and Crosshair was already worrying about what would happen then.

He looked over to where the opening of the cave had been. In the dim light he could see the crack that had appeared in the ceiling, and he felt his stomach twist into a tight knot upon observing how much worse it was already. He blew a long breath out, making the fire ahead of him flicker slightly more, before it settled into its previous dance. Crosshair couldn't hear the dripping anymore, not above the crackle of the fire, and it was a strange relief. Thank the maker for small mercies, he thought, inwardly scoffing at the sarcastic thought.

“Why haven't you been sleeping?”

The question caught him off guard, so buried deep in his own thoughts that he had almost jumped when you spoke up.

“I don't want to talk about it” he mumbled in reply.

You nodded, seemingly satisfied with the assertion, but he could tell something lingered in your mind at the way you watched the flames before you both.

“You've been in my dreams the past few nights” you said absentmindedly, eyes almost glazed over as you stared into the fire, little regard for how it made Crosshair’s heart skip several beats. Your eyes flicked up and met his, and he lifted an eyebrow, not sure how else to react. You chuckled slightly before you continued, “they weren't great dreams, really. Nightmares, maybe”

Crosshair could feel his insides constrict at the idea of him featuring in your nightmares, his heart beating faster as he willed himself not to react in any way.

“Go on”

He watched your throat bob as you swallowed, “well, it always starts with me being chased by a fire-breathing lizard… creature”

Crosshair couldn’t help the way the edges of his lips lifted a little, and he brought his hand up to scratch at his stubble to try and hide it.

“I can see you laughing at me” you scoffed, “it was scary at the time”

“I'm sure” Crosshair replied, still fighting a smirk.

“Whatever” you rolled your eyes, uncrossing you legs to stretch them out ahead of you so you faced the far wall of the cave.

Crosshair’s curiosity quickly got the better of him, “what was I doing there?”

You looked back over to him before turning your face back down to your feet where you gently kicked your heel into the ground, “it's… silly, really. Far fetched”

He frowned, “I'm listening”

You huffed, and he could see your cheeks darken as you deliberated over your next words, “you were protecting me. You had a durasteel sword and you were trying to slay the creature”

Crosshair’s eyebrows raised, but quickly shot back down at your earlier insinuation, “why's that so far fetched?”

You tilted your head to look at him, your own frown creasing your brow, “I don't know, it's not something you'd do in real life”

A pang of hurt sent a sharp pain through his chest. He could feel it, like a real, physical thing, a knife piercing through his heart. You truly believed that he didn't care for you in any way shape or form, and as much as he knew he had no right to feel slighted by it, it cut deep within him.

“Nice to know you think so little of me” he grumbled, pulling his knees up to his chest and tucking his chin behind them as he stared into the fire.

He could see your eyes go wide even as he refused to look at you, “I don't think little of you! I— I think you're… great, just—”

“Just what?” he snapped, eyes darting back up to yours.

“I don't know, I don't see you doing that for me”

Crosshair's frown only got deeper, and he forced himself to look away and into the fire again. All of the hurt and jealousy within him, every negative emotion he had brought upon himself by not being honest with you bubbled up to the surface, and he failed to keep it to himself.

“I feel like I've upset you” you said softly, but he just grunted in reply, “what is it?”

“You really think I wouldn't protect you?”

He knew that this was a path he didn't want to go down, one he wouldn't dare tread if both your lives didn't hang in the balance, but they did. He felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than he ever had or wanted to, and severely misjudged. Something about it made indignance rise up his throat and mingle with his words.

You paused, but spoke you mind after a moment, “not at the expense of yourself, no”

He grunted again, “well you're wrong”

“Why?”

“why?” he scoffed, shuffling his feet ucomfortably, “I'm not heartless, you know”

“I didn't say you were” you rebutted, and he finally looked up at you when you paused. You watched him carefully, “you would… put yourself in harm's way, for me?”

“Of course”

The shock was evident on your face, your mouth hanging open a little as you stared back at him, eyes wide and unblinking, and he knew instantly that he'd said too much, and that you didn't feel the same way for him. The worst part was, he understood. He knew that he'd given no reason for you to care for him in any real way past doing your duties as a medic, and any kindness you had offered him had been purely from the goodness of your heart, with no ulterior motives in consideration. All the same, it was frustrating. He was frustrated at himself.

His gaze dropped to the fire once more, and it felt as if it were stinging his eyes, but he soon realised that the sensation was actually brought forth by the tears that had collected in his waterline. He blinked them away, knowing that he couldn't, shouldn't cry, even if he had just come to the realisation that you would never see him the way he saw you, never admire him like that, never adore him like he wanted you to. It made him feel like a cadet again, surrounded by people who were supposed to be his brothers, but only feeling like something was wrong with him, that he was unwanted and unlovable for a reason that would forever elude him.

It was his fault. All his fault. He knew it, he’d always known it, and he'd have to live with it for as long as he knew you. It didn't make it any better to know it, it only made it worse. He wished he could blame it on you, make it easier for himself, displace all the blame and take this crushing weight from his shoulders, but he wouldn't wish this weight upon anyone else, much less you.

He didnt dare look up at you again, especially as you hadn't said anything. If the ground opened up and swallowed him whole in that moment he wouldn't have cared, or probably noticed.

“Do you think the others will be looking for us by now?” you asked softly after a little while.

“Doesn't matter, they won't find us” he grumbled back.

You huffed, “that's not very reassuring”

“Reassurance does nothing”

“Maybe not to you”

“No, not to me”

“Right” he could tell you had rolled your eyes, “you don't get scared, how could I forget”

“I am scared, just not for myself” He snapped, his tone sharp as he glared at you. He was feeling annoyed now, and not in the mood for joking in the slightest.

“What do you mean?”

He scoffed, his tone not matching his sentiment, “I'm scared for you. I don't want anything to happen to you”

You watched him from across the fire, tilting your head, and he had to look away.

“Why aren't you scared for yourself?” you asked.

Crosshair was reluctant to say, but you had no teasing in your tone, and admitting to the truth felt easier knowing that he might not make it out of this cave. He decided that he'd find a way to say what he wanted in as few words as possible.

“Because… if I die, I don't have to live without you”

Your eyes widened slowly, and he watched your mind work around the meaning of the words, the gears turning behind your eyes. He could feel the embarrassment clawing at his throat, begging him to stop speaking forever more. He didn't know why he would have said that, beyond it being true. You didn't need to know, it wouldn't help you, and it certainly didn't help him.

Then, you did something that he didn't expect at all. You rose from your place on the opposite side of the fire slowly, as if not to scare him, not that it worked. His eyes followed you as you made your way around, and retook your seat in the spot right next to him, so close that if he shifted his arm he’d be touching you. Then you put your head on his shoulder, looking into the fire.

“I'm scared for you too” You said quietly.

Crosshair didn’t know what was going on. His heart was beating out of his chest, only just managing to keep a hold of the rhythm of his breath as he watched you from so close. You had never been affectionate with him like this, and he was too plagued by confused thoughts spilling into his brain that he couldn’t fully enjoy it — enjoy the fact that you were in this proximity to him willingly.

“You're too careless with your life, you treat it like it doesn't matter. I don't like it” you spoke up again.

He didn’t know what to say.

“How should I treat it?” he asked quietly, his voice low.

“Like it's precious”

Crosshair took soft breath in automatically, taken aback by the simple admission, by how easily you had said it. He could only find it within himself to deflect the comment,

“It isn't precious, clones are expendable”

You raised your head from his shoulder to give him a stern look, “I know you don't believe that”

He shrugged. He could feel his cheeks scorching and he hated it more than anything. He hoped that the low light would save him from you noticing how your touch made him act. Peering into your eyes as you did to him, searching, your frown softened.

“Your life means a lot to me" you confessed in a whisper. Crosshair’s heart was trying to escape him now, and even more so when your face returned to being serious, “and I wouldn’t want you to risk it for me”

Crosshair matched your frown, drawing his brows together as the dots, the pieces of what you’d said, starting connecting.

“Do you think that's why I would protect you? Because I don't value my own life?” he asked, an irritate edge that made you draw back from him marginally.

“Yeah? I mean, why else…?”

He could have laughed, but instead he shook his head, “that’s not it”

He knew what he wanted to say really, but his mind fought to come up with something else, struggling to find the words to express every unsaid thing in a way that didn’t make him want to curl up in a ball and never speak again.

“It’s— I…” he trailed off, uncertain, “I value your life… more than anyone else’s”

Your eyes widened, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the corners of your lips lifted almost imperceptibly, “what do you mean?”

He rolled his eyes and looked away, “must I explain?”

“I'd like you to” you sounded small, and he looked back over to see that your eyes were wide, shining with hope. It filled him with such an uncommonly warm feeling that he couldn't possibly deny you an answer now.

“I…” he's flicked his eyes across your features, landing on your lips before finding your eyes again and sending you a somewhat pained look, “I can't— I don't know how to—”

You took his hand, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles and leaving goosebumps in your wake, “take your time”

Crosshair sighed, suddenly struck by how poor of an idea this was. He couldn’t help but dwell on the simple fact that you were far too good for him. He didn’t deserve someone like you, and he knew it. You were took kind, too patient, too far superior in emotional maturity and every other thing besides shooting a blaster for that matter. He didn’t believe that perfect people existed, but if there was anyone who reached the closest to those heights, it would be you.

“I… the way I treat you, it's not… right. and it's not a reflection of how I truly feel” he admitted.

You hummed, nodding as you focused your gaze on his palm, drawing shapes with your first finger, “and how do you feel?”

Crosshair was thankful that you weren’t looking at him, and knowing you, it was probably intentional. You knew what he was like, who he really was, and it was as startling as it was comforting. “I feel… a lot. You make me feel a lot”

You smiled, your thumbs tracing over his, “a lot of what?”

An exasperation began creeping on his mind. He knew you understood, you were smart, but you just wanted him to be the one to admit it. He could respect that, however hard he was finding it; you were finally not accepting his half-arsed attempt at affection.

“Happiness” he said finally, “you make me… happy”

Your eyes finally raised to his, giving him a curious look, he felt the need to continue.

“I know that I don't act like it, and I know that I certainly don't make you feel that way, and that you're interested in Hunter, so I'm under no impression that—”

“What?” your head tilted to the side, your expression portraying all of your confusion, “I'm not interested in Hunter”

“Oh” Crosshair sat completely still, just staring at you. He was sure he looked as confused as you did in that moment, but his heart still leapt in his chest all the same, “but… you were sleeping with him…?”

“He was just… I don't know” you sighed, wrapping his hand with yours, “when I had nightmares as a kid it used to help if I slept beside someone else. He noticed I wasn't sleeping well and offered some… comfort, I suppose”

Crosshair nodded, looking away and into the fire anyway, because he knew that Hunter would always be your first choice, and not him, even if it wasn’t in the way he had originally thought.

“But it didn't really help anyway” you said, “I suppose maybe I was sleeping next to the… wrong person?”

When he glanced back to you, there was something more reserved about your demeanour. You were never usually shy, sometimes quiet, but this was something that he hadn’t seen from you before.

“You're right, by the way” you noted, and he raised an eyebrow, “you haven't always made me feel very happy”

He offered a pitiful look, “I'm sorry”

“I know you are, and I don't forgive you for all of it, but I know you, and I know that you don't really mean it. And— well, the reality is…” you rambled out, finally pausing for a breath, or to muster your courage, “you also make me feel alive”

Crosshair’s brows shot up.

The entire atmosphere around the two of you changed, the air between you charged with unspoken words, energy waiting, begging to dissipate. Your free hand reached for his face, and you ran your thumb along the lines of his tattoo that followed his cheekbone. His eyes closed momentarily, a shaky breath leaving his slightly parted lips, and he gave into the moment, focusing on the feel of your fingers caressing his face.

Allowing himself to revel in your touch, appreciate it rather than trying to avoid it, he was ready to crumble into nothing. He could have, and he would have died a happy man, his last moment being in the embrace of your calming presence. Your hand found its place on his jaw, and he opened his eyes once more. He copied you, his hand reaching for your face and taking it tentatively within his grasp. Your skin was soft, ever so soft, and his thumb slid across your cheek with ease.

He felt so vulnerable in that moment, but he just didn’t care anymore. He felt safe with you, and for once he didn’t want to act like a wounded child about his feelings for you. He wanted to show you how strongly he truly felt, the beginnings of making up for the way he had treated you in the past.

Without another second to spare, he tugged on the hand that still clutched his, pulling you towards him, and his lips met yours with an ardency that surprised even him. His arms wrapped around you as he kissed you deeply, holding your body tightly to his, unwilling to let you slip away from him. He was stealing the very air from your lungs, giving you everything he had to offer, and you were taking everything in kind. You were trying your best to keep up, mostly succeeding, but eventually you had to break the kiss, almost gasping for air.

Your breath was heavy against his lips as he kept you in close proximity, and when your eyes met his, a small chuckle left you, bordering on a giggle. He pulled you flush against him, so you rested in his lap, and your face lit up even more. Crosshair felt like he was walking on air, and when you kissed him again, leaning all of your weight into it, he couldn’t help but smile against your lips. The kiss grew more heated gradually, and before he knew it, you were tugging at the blacks you had given him.

He shook his head, pulling away before you could get the wrong impression, “not here”

“Why not?” you frowned playfully, your hands slipping beneath the top and brushing against his skin.

Crosshair growled quietly as you attached your lips to his neck, making his next sentence hard to get out, “because I have more respect for you than to take you on the dirty floor of a cave”

You chuckled against his skin, pulling back to give him a genuine smile, but then it faltered, and he watched a thousand emotions flick across your face in the space of a second. He gripped you tighter, about to ask what was wrong, but you beat him to it with your answer.

“What if this is the only time we have?”

Crosshair knew you meant more than something as fleeting as a shared intimacy, and with the look on your face, he immediacy began to understand why people lied to others in the name of sparing their feelings.

He pushed his forehead into yours gently, “the others will find us”

Your lips turned down in a dubious expression, “but how are they going to get us out?”

For that, he didn’t have an answer. He brought a hand to your face, taking your jaw and hoping his actions brought some comfort, “I don’t know, but I’m not letting you die in here”

“Even you don’t have that power” you huffed.

Even you. The words hung in Crosshair’s mind, front and centre, meaning a lot more to him than you probably realised. It seemed that you were saying, even him, someone who could do almost anything, couldn’t do this. He realised then that you must think a lot more of him than he ever knew, and his heart almost seized up in his chest.

He let a small grin wind it’s way onto his face, “sure I do”

You gave him a lopsided grin, rolling your eyes as you buried your face in his neck, “yeah, yeah. Whatever you say”

As it promised to be, getting out was difficult. The others eventually came for you and Crosshair, by which point he had almost accepted that this was it, that he’d shared his final moments with you. That wasn’t enough anymore, it wasn’t a sufficient amount of time spent with you, and when he heard Hunter call for him, his need to get out was stoked. Tech had found that the rock on the other side of the cavern held a cave system, Wrecker had set a number of charges with a limited blast radius, and they pulled the two of you out from the other side.

But all of it was inconsequential, unimportant in the face of what had happened while you were still trapped. Even more so now that Crosshair held your body tightly to his, his arm wrapped around your waist as the fresh scent of your soap invaded his senses and no doubt began clinging to his bedsheets. He hadn’t let the others ask why he was suddenly being so clingy to you, but something about their smirks and knowing looks told him that he had only been fooling himself in not telling you how he felt.

You laid on his chest, careful not to rest against his wound, which you had treated properly upon returning to the ship. You had insisted it was the first thing you did, before anything else, and he wasn’t going to argue with you then, not when you frowned at him in a way that made his chest tighten. The trade off was that he got to join you in the shower afterwards. It hadn’t taken too much convincing.

Now with you in his arms, your light breath fanning his bare chest, he knew he wasn’t ever going to let you go. He’d spent too long trying to push you away, but now that he had you, you weren’t going anywhere, he’d make sure of it.

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[tea-writes19]

hash browns | s.w.

pairing: sam wilson x f!plus-size!reader

summary: you’ve caught yourself a not so secret admirer

warnings: fluff, suggestive content, fatphobia (not from sam), my pitiful attempts at comedy, swearing

a/n: based on this post. i’m not sure how many people read sam wilson x reader fics but this is for y’all. set post tfatws so sam is captain america here

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user9: AND HIS COMMENT

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samwilson: ma’am i could make you the crispiest, most delicious hash browns every morning for the rest of our lives if you please just give me one chance

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beyond meat | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; a peak into the lives of internet’s favorite vegans couple

fc; samira ahmed

warning; suggestive comments,

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yourusername: no i don’t like beyond meat

tagged; lewishamilton

yourusername: but i’d eat his beyond meat

georgerussell63: ENOUGH I’VE HEARD THIS BEYOND MEAT JOKE TOO OFTEN

yourusername: well, too bad!

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username: GEORGE?? LMAOO

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alex_albon: wait….

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georgerussell63: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO MOREEE lewishamilton

lewishamilton: sorry? georgerusseell63

[act-nat-ural]

g’day! i saw that you're receiving requests: so is it OK to request osamu with his significant other who calls him "ochamu" instead of "osamu" just to get a reaction out of him? sort of like baby talking his name if that makes sense??? i think it's super funny that he might look at you like you're crazy at first then get used to it overtime (atsumu gives him the side eye every single time) 😭

but ofc, this is more of a suggestion if anything ^^ feel free to delete/ignore if it doesn't spark any inspo or you don't have any thoughts on it! ++ i know you wrote abt samu recently so maybe he should wait a little longer to get his turn PFFT. thanks for your time btw! i love your workssss ✨

Baby Talk

note: I love your brain omg- this was so fun to write lol. Hope you like it!!!

“Ochamuuu, pay attention to me.”

The moment the word ‘Ochamu’ was uttered from your lips, Osamu did not react positively. Sitting on the other side of the sofa, you see his lip curl in disgust. The side eye directed towards you was lethal.

 “What. Was. That.” 

 It was hard, but you managed to hold your giggles in. You pull the most innocent face you can and say, “What do you mean, Ochamu?”

He immediately gags and puts his hand out at you. “Oh my god. No. Babe, what the fuck.” He's looking at you like you grew a second head. You laugh and punch his arm. 

“What? What did I do?” He raises his brows and laughs, perplexed.

 “What did ya do? Ya sound stupid. Don't do that again, it was creepy.” 

You giggle again and respond, “I love you, ���chamu.” His frown gets even deeper as he stands up from the couch and walks away shaking his head.

 “I love you too, but no. Just no.”

–

“Ochamu, pass the salt please.” You ask sweetly. He stops mid bite and turns to you unimpressed.

 “Really? This again?” You hum and shrug your shoulders. “I have no idea what you are referring to, my dear husband.” He gives a small smile and resumes eating. 

“Now that's a nickname I can get behind. The other one, not so much. How the hell did ya come up with that anyway?” He questions, finally handing you what you asked for. 

“I honestly don’t know. I think it came to me in a dream or something.” You gasp. “It was a message from a higher power. Ochamu is your destined nickname, I'm sure of it.” He lets out a little chuckle at that and places a kiss on your cheek.

 “Sure, whatever. If it keeps you entertained, I'll allow it.”

–

“Ochamu, have you seen my brush?” You inquire as you pop your head out of the bathroom. He's sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone. 

Without looking up, he answers, “It's on the dresser, baby.” You bite back a smile. 

“Not a single comment this time, huh?” He blinks and glances up at you. 

“What do ya mean?”

You let out a shocked laugh. “Wha- you didn’t even notice?! I used that nickname you hate.” He groans and throws a pillow at you. “Yer usin’ it too damn much! Messin’ with my head!” He huffs and crosses his arms. You roll your eyes and move to sit down next to him. 

“Admit you like the baby talk.” He gives you another dose of side eye.

 “I’d rather not.”

–

You, Osamu, and Atsumu had all decided to go grocery shopping for dinner ingredients. Rather, you and Osamu were, and Atsumu tagged along because he was bored. Osamu was in charge of the list, Atsumu was pushing the cart, and you were the one grabbing the ingredients. You were walking aisle to aisle, taking your time, while Atsumu was grumbling like a bored child.

“Ochamu, what's next on the list?” He opens his mouth to respond but gets cut off.

“Ew, what the hell?” Atsumu makes a grossed out face and does a barfing motion. “Yer such a weirdo! ‘Samu, ya let her call ya that?!” Osamu scoffs and takes your hand, leaving Atsumu behind. 

“Yer just jealous yer single. Scrub.” You can still hear Atsumu squawking when you get to the next aisle.

[prettylittledollswork]

Hello!! I have a request for you!

Malleus x fem reader where he takes her to Briar Valley and he shows her different rooms in the castle until they stumble upon an empty ballroom. As reader is looking around she subconsciously starts humming and Malleus takes her hands and starts waltzing with her!!!!

You’re wonderful! Feel free to ignore this if you so choose!

This sounds awesome 🙏 i tried to keep it a drabble or so since i’m going through writers block. not my gif btw! okay this turned out WAY longer than i had expected… it was going to be a short drabble but became a short 1 shot. also, 2 posts within an day? what the flip!

Midnight Waltz - Malleus Draconia x Reader one shot!

extra tags: pre-established relationship, mentions of reader being not as strong as Malleus, rushed a bit too, overall fluff and adorable malleus coming your way!! (he’s a bit of a yapper in this one… not proofread, might have a grammar mistake or two) but of oc! malleus (mb..) reader is yuu, comes from Earth, i couldn’t help myself😞 gn! reader but reader does dance the female counterpart to a waltz(?) don’t know what it’s called but malleus takes the lead with a hand on your hip and another on your hand. over usage of as, i’m sorry i love the word. Enjoy!!!

Malleus was ecstatic—no, beyond ecstatic! when you agreed to visit his castle and his home in Briar Valley. He was nervous, unsure if you were going to like it or not. He wanted to teleport you there but first decided to show you around the town, so he decided on a carriage. It was going to be a long drive, you thought to yourself. 

“This was one of my favorite places to visit when I was younger; I snuck off a lot out of the palace.” You could see a slight,  dumb smile plastered on his face. You listened along, enjoying the lively view. You could truly see the light in his eyes, figuratively and physically. 

By the time you arrived, it was pretty dark already, but neither yours nor Malleus’s excitement faded. Therefore, you two decided to explore it, whether it was extremely dark or not. He first wanted to make sure, though; after all, you were so weak. Compared to him,. 

“Are you sure you don’t need a nap? We can do it tomorrow.” Malleus suggested, worried about your health as it was the top priority, well, to him at least. You simply nodded, ecstatic to look around. 

He waited for the carriage to come to a full stop, with a butler opening the carriage door as he stepped out, and then dismissed the butler. He put his hand out, smiling at you and gesturing for you to take it. You smile back at him, taking it as he waits for you to get off. With your hand in his, he uses his other to point to a few key, important parts of the structure. 

“That is a three-headed gargoyle; it was added here to protect the castle gates.” He smiles, leading you deeper inside. “Where do you want to look first?” Malleus breaks the silence, staring at you as you stare at the magnificent structure. It was just like a Gothic-victorian-style cathedral back on Earth. You stare back, “Let’s explore your favorite spots first!” He smiles at your response, almost as if he were proud. 

Malleus continues leading you in, showing you around, and suddenly, you find yourself in the middle of a ballroom. You had caught a glimpse of it, and it gave such a There was such an enchanting vibe that you just felt compelled to go. You hummed to yourself, a tune you didn’t know. Wait, why were you humming? And a tune you didn’t know? 

It was dark, the only form of light being a large window that seemed to suck in the moonlight and enchant the middle of the room, right where you were dancing. It felt as if you were possessed, in a good way. You smiled, staring at Malleus with his hair flowing gracefully, just like his moves in the ballroom. You were glad he took the initiative. You both get more confident step by step, beat by beat, with the dance concluding with a graceful spin and you stepping back as both you and him stoop down out of respect.

“I never knew you knew such an old folk dance.” The green-eyed fae chuckles, “I didn’t.” You respond as both you and him walk as he concludes his tour. He doesn’t question it, maybe too tired to; he simply smiles. Deciding not to question the wonders of the world.

[celuere]

Hello! Celuere, you don't know how long I've wanted to see some OC x Arle fanfiction (since the first ship chart, >:), so now that you have given us permission to ignore your closed request status regarding them, I feel obligated to share how desperately I want this scenario between them.

I'd like to request a fluffy but suggestive oneshot where it's the morning and Arlecchino pretends to be asleep with her head on Juno-Celia's (is just Juno fine, or no?) breasts because she loves hearing her heartbeat and being close to her (physical touch love language, yeah I actually read and remember that ship chart). I think Juno-Celia would immediately, figure it out, and half-heartedly "try to go to work" but on the inside she's going absolutely feral about how clingy Arlecchino is. From just vibes off the chart and art, I feel like she'd try to embarass Arle for trying such childish tricks on her by teasing her or something, and Arle would be 100% unaffected because T I T T I E S and she's a simp for her wife.

Btw, please correct me if i read the vibes way wrong. I'd love to know more about your OC, but you also have like 5 posts on her total, so not a ton to know her (this is my plea for more Juno-Celia content please, if you don't mind ;)

no you actually read the vibes 100% right kekenwoekownw arle is a PROUD wife simper actually😭 and just juno is totally fine i rarely call her celia etc. BUT OKAY LESS TALKING MORE WRITING, I‘M MORE THAN HAPPY TO INDULGE IN YOUR REQUEST

pairing: arlecchino x fem!oc

cw: none other than arle being a pathetic lesbian and some oc lore

you‘re welcome to self insert here btw! also if you‘re not interested in this content, you‘re free to mute my arlexoc stuff under the arlejuno tag!

implied nsft at the end!

the sun in snezhnaya had risen long ago, yet not a lot of its shine broke through the coat of the everlasting winter, therefore drowning the bedroom in a cold light.

her eyes darted away from her research report to the clock that’s been softly ticking away on the wall.

8 am.

„you know, just because it‘s your free day doesn’t mean you can occupy me for the whole morning…“, raising the sheets of papers to have a proper look at the white-black mix of hair resting on her chest, juno adjusted the position of the glasses resting on her nose.

no answer.

the fingers fidgeting with her purple locks gave it away.

„peru, i know you're awake.", it only earned her a rather annoyed hum.

„ten more minutes", arlecchino's voice came out muffled against her skin, face only sinking deeper into her cleavage. it was pointless.

„honey, i have to get to my lab... sandrone still needs me to calculate through a whole pile of data regarding her research and there is a whole shelf of potions waiting to be tested.“, juno nodded her head to the empty side of the bed. specifically arlecchino's side, „and you've been clinging to me for the whole night."

but she loved the view of her wife clinging to her like a second skin. always did. if she had the choice she'd just stay here in bed with her all day, watching her back fall and rise with each breath, the usual stern look replaced by a face of pure calmness and relaxation… juno would always choose to stay with her.

„i‘m failing to see the point you are trying to make.“

„i need to go to work, peruere.“

„you don’t…“, she pressed another tender kiss to the skin that she exposed earlier by shoving the fabric of juno‘s silken robe aside, clearly not caring about her wife‘s urgency. why does she have to work anyways on her free day? it almost feels like an insult to the harbinger. but knowing her since the ripe age of six years old… juno has always been caught up in researches and other experiments. back to their days under mother‘s care, she would occasionally slip a selfmade contraceptive into crucabena‘s drink when they wanted to have a free afternoon. and now she is the one teaching the children to make their own poisons. how times change, huh?

„what would the subordinates think of the knave if they were to find out about how she clings to her wife every morning… that would make a truly embarrassing headline in the newspaper…“, unable to bite that remark down, a nail poked arlecchino right into her cheek.

but at least she finally lifted her head up to properly look at her wife and the smug look plastered on her face, „let them find out… what else are they supposed to discover? i have no reason to hide the obvious feelings i shelter for my wife.“, when did she start getting so close?! hands coming back up again to shove the sheets of paper between their faces again, juno became incredibly flustered at the sudden confession, but arlecchino only removed the reports completely from her grip, placing them on the nightstand.

„you‘re flustered.“

„i-i‘m not…“

„you‘re avoiding my eyes, there is a visible blush tainting your cheeks and…“, black fingers shoved a bunch of purple strands back, „your ears are sinking downwards with each word leaving my lips. i‘d say you are pretty flustered.“, the slightest hint of a smile grazed her lips at the obvious victory as a pair of blue eyes found her own.

„j-just let me get ready for work, peru…“

„i‘m certain you don‘t actually want to spend the next seven hours calculating out equation over equation…“, arlecchino suppressed the urge to stroke over her wife‘s sensitive ears. the lecture she earned herself the last time still rung in her head. she might not fear a lot of things but juno when she is angry… she‘d rather not provoke it.

and she‘d rather not get exiled to the sofa again.

„…fine, ten more minutes.“

„make it fifteen.“

„ten.“

„thirteen.“

„…ten with your head between my legs. take it or leave it.“

her only answer being the rustling of the sheets as arlecchino disappeared underneath the covers, skilled fingers already working down her slip.

works everytime.

[noblehouseofgay]

hi ! i'm so sorry to bother but i'm pretty new to the marauders fandom and i was wondering if you could maybe tell about it a bit? like if there are tumblr blogs that everyone knows and are significant? or like little things one should know when they start learning about it all? and maybe there are some blogs that help find or just recommend fics? i would really appreciate it (your blog's lovely btw <3)

Youre not bothering me at all!!

Ok ok where to start

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Some blogs you should definitely check out (I'm biased and they're my friends):

@shouldhavebeenarockstar @allonsy-moony @marauders-brain-rot @maraudering-times @yesiamprocrastinating @hexa-ro @bralnwashed @the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus @caiizawa @drowninkystar

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Ok now here's some good bigger blogs I like (I'm not tagging bc I'm awkward):

@/my-castles-crumbling @/courfee @/garforprongs @/alexsays-no @/ohmycuckoo

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Little things to know:

- Canon? Who's she we don't use her. We use some aspects ofc but it's pretty much anything goes

- there are. A lot. Of ships. Almost overwhelmingly so. Every character has been paired. But have fun with it. My personal favorite is jegulus (James potter and regulus black) so alll my suggestions involve them

- don't be afraid to block tags or blogs. I have tags blogged for my sanity and I have blogs blocked for safety. Fandom is about enjoying content, so don't be afraid to ignore content you don't like

- as for learning the basics, I picked it up as I went tbh. Like I knew the obvious- it's Harry's dad and his best friends yk. But then you'll slowly get into the ones connected from there. It's fun really. Everyone has slightly different versions of them too. It's cool to see

- and one fic I recommend to literally everybody is Only The Brave by Solmussa on Ao3!! It's my all time favorite fic, there's little death, and it isn't canon compliant. It's the first war but with a happy ending!!

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I did my best with answers but don't be afraid to ask more shit if you want! I like rambling

[puddingandp1]

hi!! :3

name: pi / tooni / pudding / whatever tbh but the first one is my preferred alias!

pronouns: she/her or they/them

age: 26 (birthday is dec. 23rd)

artist - 2d, 3d (albeit amateur), pixel art (again, amateur), and maybe bits of animation idk. i'm mainly a digital artist but i'm capable of traditional too

dms - moots only (mostly to keep the b0ts away but also bc i am super shy) sorry ;w;

art trades - moots only, closed for now

i don't do comms (as of yet) or requests (though if we're mutuals i may take in suggestions! :3 i like drawing my moots' ocs and stuff)

please do not repost my art (just reblog my art instead! if you disrespect my wishes i'll probably block you)

blog for the doodles, non-art-stuff, and reblogs is @sorrynopiforyou

additional info under the cut (interests, dni, extra info, links). you don't have to read it but i'd appreciate it if you took the time to!

main interests (i have so much to list that i'm just gonna post the essentials for now lol):

pokemon

digital circus

the amazing world of gumball

looney tunes

animation / cartoons as a whole

80s and 90s stuff - tho i'm into vintage/retro/nostalgia stuff in general

anime

vaporwave and synthwave

horror stuff (especially games and args)

music of all kinds

i'm a pretty avid selfshipper and fan of oc x canon, or even just having my ocs interacting with canon characters. what can i say? i live for cringe lol. i have a ton of sonas, ocs, and fan characters - i even have a toyhouse if you wanna take a peek! (check the carrd)

i recommend muting the following tags if you're:

not into selfshipping stuff (perfectly understandable if you find it too cringe lol)

or you're nonsharing (obviously no disrespect if you are btw, but for my sake and yours i recommend either muting these, or blocking/muting me altogether if you really can't handle it)

ship tags:

#tadc poolfloat (my oc wigglez x caine from digital circus). not technically self shipping and for the most part it's platonic at this point but it's still oc x canon so it counts

#tadc candyfloss (my tadc sona sprinklez x caine). now this is self shipping lol

... that's it for the specific ship tags for now lol everything else is just #selfshipping or #oc x canon

bear in mind it is your responsibility to moderate your experience. however, if you're a mutual i know well enough and you want me to tag something you specifically don't want to see, i am willing to tag it with something like '*mutual* dont look'.

i made the pool party, winterland (xmas) and halloween tadc aus! tho two of those aren't really unique

dni if:

basic dni criteria (creeps, bigots, a//i / crypt0 bros, pr0ship [in the sense that, for example, you think shipping kids with adults or relatives together is okay], etc.)

you're under 13 (literally against the rules)

if i suspect you're a b0t i'll probably block you. if you end up not being one i am so sorry lol

hope you enjoy looking at my art. if not... oh well haha

strawpage (wip lol. also behave yourself or be ignored):

[punchouthottakes]

Intro post

Hey all! I decided to make a Punch-Out!! Confessions side blog since all the other ones I’ve seen are dead. This is all for fun, but I do have some ground rules:

What’s allowed:

Any hot takes/regular confessions about the game or any characters

Asking the mod their opinion about your hot take/confession (I am open to giving my own opinions and hot takes if anyone asks)

If you send NSFW or suggestive confessions/asks, please only talk about the ADULT boxers. Reminder that Little Mac is a minor! (I consider Birdy/Birdie to be 18 so he gets a pass) Also only adults can send NSFW asks, that should go without saying. (Btw, nsfw asks won’t be in the main punch out tag)

Other Rules:

Please do not send asks harassing anyone.

Please do not send hate speech/bigotry of any kind. You will just be ignored

Do NOT send proship stuff/ weird shit with Little Mac.

No fetish stuff, I’m not too comfy with that

Please send just one ask at a time! It makes formatting easier

Reminder that this is all for fun and not to be taken so seriously! This blog is to encourage discussion and other’s opinions about the game

-Mod 🌶️

[kwnnys]

kyle, kenny and tweek hcs w a reckless reader? reader is always coming up with dumb shit to do and constantly getting hurt bcs of it 😋😋 g/n reader pls!!

— kyle, kenny, and tweek w a reckless reader!

hcs : g/n reader a/n : aghh sorry this is so short and rushed 😓😓 I have better works on my page trust. btw this can be seen as both romantic or platonic

— kyle broflovski

he'll treat you like cartman but a lil softer.

always the first one to shut down your stupid ideas.

doesn't even bother asking how you come up with them and just straights up 'no.'

"guys what would jumping out of a car feel like?" "don't even think about it."

you always ignore his warnings, though. and you end up severely regretting it.

no matter how many times you get hurt, though. he'll always be the one to patch you up and make sure you're ok.

but he would scold the shit out of you, saying things like "I told you so!" or "you just never listen" while you roll your eyes.

basically your mom friend.

you joke around alot while hes cleaning your cuts/wounds and hes just 😐 he hates you sm (but not really 🤫)

hes a bit harsh, but he just wants to keep you safe and sound :D

— kenny mccormick

mixed feelings

on one hand, hes always down to do some crazy dumb shit. but on the other hand, he really doesn't wanna die again.

he'll try suggesting more.. safer ideas that are just as fun.

but more than so often you just end up coming up with another dumb idea from it.

he ends up going "fuck it" and going through it with you.

surprisingly you're the only one who got hurt, which hes sorta relieved about?

kenny is probably really experienced with patching up scars and wounds, so thats a score!

you guys would laugh and joke about the incident as he cleans your cuts, but he'd still subtly scold/tease you.

"told you that was a bad idea" "oh fuck off kenneth"

—tweek tweak

you're literally going to kill this man with how much anxiety you're causing him

freaks out and immediately turns down your ideas

"d-dude?! are you crazy?! you're totally gonna die!"

most of the time he doesn't tag along with you, but when he does hes constantly screaming and warning you.

you reassure him that you're gonna be fine, and that you totally wouldn't get hurt,

which was a lie.

when he saw you limping your way over to him he freaked out and almost screamed.

immediately rushed over to you and bombarded you with questions

kept scolding to you and muttering "oh jesus.." under his breath while he looked for a first aid kit.

you can feel his hands slightly shaking as he cleans your wounds and you can't help but feel slightly bad

refuses to let you go out till the next day

you insist you're fine but he doesn't believe you, so you end up sleeping over at his house.

[alatismeni-theitsa]

https://www.tumblr.com/cardassiangoodreads/722229585723424768/im-just-going-to-say-right-now-that-i-dont-think?source=share

Just curious about your thoughts

The post and the tags because this person has blocked me preemptively - and they're lucky cause I wouldn't shat all over them. This person is a USAmerican very removed from Italian culture.

My Answer:

Ooooo coloniser rhetoric in the 21st century! That's a sight for sore eyes! (Which became sore cause they see such takes all the time).

Funny how this person talks about how objects belonging to Greece right after saying that our heritage figures (like our gods and heroes) don't belong to us. If Greek culture is a global culture why can't foreigners keep the objects? Hmmm I wonder…. They still put the "Greek" or "Roman" to characterise the stories but the moment Greeks and Italians speak up, then all of a sudden "the stories akksuually have no culture, they belong to all of us!" 😂😂😂

I wonder if this person understands what the term "heritage" means, because gods and heroes are definitely part of one's heritage and we never stopped preserving the texts that spoke about them, and they are still part of our living culture.

I'm all for listening to the members of the diaspora but when we are at the point when one of them is regurgitating imperialist points, not only there's a big divide with current opinions in Italy, but I also cannot leave such points unanswered. Also, many Italians, like Greeks, are sick of how their myths are treated but this person didn't even check, they just spoke over them. Because they didn't bother to ask people, obviously.

Ancient Greek heroes and gods still mean a lot to us. They always meant. They were born from visions, dreams, and other sacred methods, or oral traditions from our ancestors, reflecting specifically the ancient Greek culture. It's good that foreigners can access them and relate to a degree but divorcing any folk story from its origin is always negative. Especially when this culture is still ongoing.

Our Christianity is revamped ancient Greek religion, I wonder, does this person know that? Our temples have the same parts. We still have home altars, and divinities presiding over domains. Our hagiography is how we used to paint our gods and creatures. We still have almost the same nature creatures. The customs have remained and have persisted, and I won't have someone who clearly ignores this say "They gave the religion up". Ftou.

Also when it comes to our gods and their symbols (and yes btw we call them "our" gods lots of times), we can deduce things from our local tradition and environment, whereas an Anglophone who worships the gods or is interested in them but doesn't know stuff about the country of origin of those gods has no idea about our history, methods and environment. Example: Foreigner refuses to accept that there's a pine cone on Dionysos' thyrsos (although it looks like a pinecone) because "it doesn't make sense" and very excitedly suggests another plant instead. Greek lets them know that it is actually a pine cone not only because it looks like a pinecone but because the pinecone has been used in our winemaking process forever, and Dionysos also presided over this process. Guess Greece and its environment and it's people are still relevant to the religion, and it also turns out that the symbols of the gods derived from the Greek reality. Who knew!

Now onto another point. Op says that the Greek stories became "global culture" because they got shared everywhere. Them being shared is not a bad thing! However just studying them and be taught about them is not culture. By this logic, and since Egyptians "gave their old religion up", ancient Egyptian gods are now MY ancient gods because I can find books about ancient Egypt at my local bookstore. woww 😂 What about this? Almost every Greek knows 100 and 1 nights. We have made it into a play also. SOO... these are our cultural stories now, right? West Asians and Arabs in general shouldn't speak if they ever see us and other nations being ridiculous about the stories, and stereotypes and changing the characters a lot but still claim we are doing great, right? Got it.

The way this post is written it's like Germans and Brits kept the ancient Greek myths alive since ancient years or something. Greeks themselves never stopped preserving their own ancient texts, and they escaped with them in Europe after the fall of Constantinople, so NW Europeans REDISCOVERED them 1500 years later. They had lost interest by then.

Funny they mention different nations that were Hellenized or became Roman territories because people living in these nations are exactly those who don't speak about Greek and Roman culture as "a global culture". It's always North Westerners who start these discussions, I wonder why…..

People from the aforementioned nations already interact healthily with their ancient heritage - which is not Greek or Roman culture but always a local version with Greek or Roman elements, and that's great too. I haven't heard a Pakistani say "Theseus is our hero too!" or a Tunisian say "Zeus is our local ancient father of the gods!" Because they know exactly how the mix happened and what their national identity is. And I'm getting more and more tired of seeing Westerners erase these experiences too, and just make assumptions for other nations.

I swear I mostly see USians getting butthurt about other people getting conquered 2.000 years ago. The nations themselves don't give a shiiit. Guys, I know our antiquities are the only interesting thing about us in your eyes but Please Make An Effort to understand people from ancient cultures and how we don't give a shit about these conquests cause they happened Two Thousand Years Ago, and we had other tragic stuff in the meantime. Thanks

Also, as I said, these conquests are not why Greek myths are popular today. The conquests were so incredibly old that the average person in these countries (Balkans, the Mediterranean, West Asia) - and Greece - had no idea who built the ancient ruins they saw around! Does this person think Greek myths were handed down from Moroccan grandma to Moroccan grandchild from 300 BCE to 2024 continuously or something?

Greek myths are very popular in most parts of the world today because the West (meaning not Greece, especially at the time when we were "cattle") popularized them non-stop the last few centuries. And they did a shitty job, at that. In fact, Greeks abroad have been cringing about this treatment of our myths since the 15th century but, as usual, we were not being heard.

And what does "global culture" even mean?? As if you see any culture to how the US (because OP focuses on the US and the retellings there, from the looks of it) interacts with our stories. As if they care about the meaning of the story. (There are a few notable exceptions ofc but they remain FEW) People with such arguments just want to feel guilt-free when using our myths out of context. That's why Western academic cycles often run in circles about "what the myths mean" while Greeks have told you exactly what they mean.

The US audience is still not free of the coloniser WASP approach. They see our myths STILL as a product of modern White Supremacy instead of an ancient Greek product, and they often condemn the myths and "better" them by completely pushing them into USian lens to the point they don't look or feel like the original myths anymore. (All the above you don't dare to do with cultural stories and figures from nations you want to respect, by the way.) Is this the cultural "exchange" they're talking about?

I'm done hearing in the international spaces that my culture is "boring" because USians have seen horrible adaptation after horrible adaptation. I'm tired of USians making wild assumptions about how "horrible" our gods are because whoever told them the myths didn't give a simple explanation about our ancient societies. (Don't start crap about accessibility, there are very accessible ways to talk to kids, teens, and adults about other cultures and teach them age-appropriate tales) I'm tired of my heritage being commercialized to that degree. All Greeks roll their eyes in USAmerican movies about our culture and we call them Amerikaniés. And don't worry, I'm getting to the real stuff.

How our ancient culture is treated and how we are sidelined has real consequences on our lives abroad AND inside our culture, on how we are perceived, on how our surnames are perceived, on how we "don't look like Greeks", on how our Greek myth retellings don't get published abroad! They speak in front of us about our own words as if they are magical and mythical and strange! The opinions and perspectives of Greeks are not sought abroad, and you are a masterclass on why this happens. We make y'all uncomfortable. You feel better if you forget about us.

Another exhibit: All the hurtful comments of foreigners who centered the HUGE milestone of same-sex marriage in Greece because all they could imagine - while queer Greeks suffered a lot these last few months - was their wedding in Gay Mykonos and Lesbian Lesbos. This was their first reaction. They didn't possibly think that Greeks were seeing that because we are far away and irrelevant, right?

Obviously culture-mixing is not bad but the West didn't mix our culture with theirs. They just took it for entertainment and their popular culture never saw the depth or the meaning of it. OP speaks about how our stories were spread while actively avoiding speaking in depth about the problematic elements of that spread. They recognize to a small degree how Greeks feel about the matter but they dismiss most of our concerns in such a nonchalant way that all that comes to my mind is "privilege".

And speaking of power… Greeks have less systemic power than the countries of the West. We are the US' puppet, are you kidding me?? Our armies get deployed wherever the US wants. Our politicians don't even fart without a telephone from the US. We are the whores of the German, Belgian and French governments. Greeks abroad still face discrimination for their customs and how they look, and how their food smells, and how our religion is and how our hymns sound, and other ridiculous stuff. Our infrastructure is slowly being bought out by Germans and USians to various degrees. There are different scales to exploitation and bigotry, I agree, but that doesn't mean that only the roughest bigotry cases are worth discussing.

"We could also talk about the additional level of exploitation in how imperial powers used Greek mythology as an argument for the "superiority of the West," while at the same time plundering Greece's resources and treating it like it exists only as a tourist site" They are SO close to getting it, and yet their post says otherwise.

Fetishism of a culture makes the members of the actual culture feel alienated and hurt. As a person of Italian ancestry you should know how this specific "global culture" argument has been used to strip Greeks and Italians of any claims, so the "dirty Greeks" can be separated from the "pure WASP" USian upper class of the time who deemed themselves more suitable to engage with the material.

"Greeks spreading their culture through military force all over (eventually) most of Europe" what the hell?? Sorry, guys, (side-eyes the other Greeks) we conquered Romania??? wow!

Plus, this person doesn't know the difference between the Greek colonisation of Italy and Sicily and the recent European colonisation, and - to say it very politely - they should open a book.

By The Way

You can still interact with the Greek culture without having a colonial attitude! Nobody is barring you! I want to make this abundantly clear!

Most importantly, you don't have to make arguments for "global culture" when it's simple to place the myths inside their original context while interacting with them! You just have to read a bit more books that are on the internet and your library for free! Recognising that a foreign culture is not yours, and that you engage with it because it's just popular, doesn't stop anyone from interacting with it. You simply refuse to interact with them at the proper, deeper level, because you always want to center them around yourself. You want to interact with foreign stories just how the colonisers did it. Congrats.

I'm talking about the majority of cases. Of course people in the US can take all sorts of inspiration from foreign myths and adapt them to their reality. And it's a good result when they're being respectful and have studied the stories beforehand.

All we ask is to engage with the material in context so you can understand what our ancestors wanted to express. If your only view of Greek myths has come from other Americans and NW Europeans then you see them through coloniser lens. That's non-negotiable. I had people from other countries recite to me USAmerican viewpoints about the Greek gods, as if they were fact. Cause it's the only exposure that's happening worldwide right now.

You can interact with Greco-Roman myths whether Greece and Rome touched your country or not, we don't care. But please don't get your source from the pop US culture. These people think that it makes sense for nymphs to look like trees (that's an Anglo-Saxon and Celtic nature creature depiction. Ancient Greece was very anthropomorphic). It's not a crime if you change some stuff in a retelling but why willingly ignore the original depictions and what they have to show you for the ancient people who created them?

Pfff... Thank you anon for bringing this trash to me. I needed to - metaphorically - throw something in the trash. It took me a few hours to answer this but well... I do write a lot and this post was full of shit I had to shovel.

[elkasaur]

Hello and welcome to the TaleTime Legacy Challenge, an Interactive legacy which is based on literature genres and consists of 10 generations.

Being an interactive legacy means most of the generations have few options to choose from. Options from the same gen have a common theme but different rules and stories that I created "in style" of certain literature genres. Сhoosing a certain option may lead to a storyline that cannot be reached otherwise. So while taking a specific path be aware that some later gens' options might NOT be available for you any more.

The stories prior to every single option are NOT meant to be perceived literally as a description of your character's life. It suppose to give you a setting and vibe that is inherent in this particular storyline. Purely for additional inspiration and fun.

Short disclaimer: English is not my native language so I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical mistakes.

General rules:

You can play on any lifespan (but I suggest playing on Normal one).

You can use any money/real estate cheats (unless generation's rules state otherwise).

You can live wherever you want, with your parents/sibilings or without them (unless it's specified in the generation's rules).

You DON'T have to complete career and aspiration (unless it's said in the generation's rules).

Almost each generation starts when the heir becomes Young Adult.

There are more details about heirs at the end of each gens' description. Make sure you read it BEFORE starting the next generation.

There are main rules for each generation and optional ones. You can choose any of the optional rules to complete or just ignore them.

Many gens have only two necessary traits for your character which means YOU have to choose the other trait or spin the "random wheel". Same goes for career and aspiration if they are not stated.

This legacy was created using content from many packs. If you don't have some of the required sims packs, you can adjust some rules to still be able to play.

Keep in mind that I added a few variations to some of the gens' rules so it contains options from different packs or a base game. You can choose to accomplish all of them or pick the one that is more available and/or preferable to you.

You DON'T have to complete all of the options given for each generation. The goal is to choose ONE heir from the kids and play the specific option that is dedicated for this heir. You DON'T have to play with their sibilings and complete their options as well.

The most important rule:

NO RULES! It's meant to be fun and enjoyable. If you don't wanna do something or wanna do it the other way around, then don't force some rules upon yourself. It's more of a guideline anyway!

Btw: tag of the challenge is #TaleTimeLegacyChallenge. Hope you'll enjoy it!

(I'm curently working on some visual chart for this legacy to make it easier for players to keep track of all the generation's options. Stay tuned!)

Gen 1. The Tale of Hoods and Fairy Creatures

Once upon a time there was a Sim. The Sim was young, friendly and simply the most cheerful human being who was ever seen. The Sim didn't have any parents - for they were just a poor little orphan - but they had a grandparent and a best friend who was always near their side. This friend was the most enchanting talking animal though none of the folk have ever hear them talk. One day the charming Sim took their charming friend to explore what lies beyond the woods and find a good place to start a new exciting life. Many misfortunes they met on their way but nothing could break their young and sincere spirit. After all adventures they finally discovered a perfect cozy village where they decided to stay and make even more great friends. And they lived happily ever after… or didn't they…?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Childish, Cheerful

Aspiration: Friend of the World/Country Caretaker

Career: selling goods or Gardener

start with a young Sim and their pet (cat, dog, horse - whoever you want to be your companion). You can adopt if you prefer so

be close friends with your pet

make money by selling food or collectibles using sales table/stall. After marriage you can continue or start Gardener career

propose or marry your partner in Sylvian Glade - a hidden world in Willow Creek (it's your secret comfy place)

have three kids (one with Good trait, another Self-Absorbed, another Evil in no particular order)

befriend at least three occult sims (counting Ghosts)

complete MySims trophies collection

master Charisma and Gardening skills

Optionally:

live in a world of Willow Creek, Brindleton Bay, Glimmerbrook or Henford-on-Bagley

live with a grandparent in your household (or just put them somewhere in the world)

always have at least one pet (it can be a "small" animal too - rat, cow, mini sheep, chicken, etc.)

marry occult sim (embrace a fairytale)

instead of having a regular "job" you can open a vet clinic or retail store

The end:

For they had three children...

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Good child - give them Paranoid trait as well and go to Gen 2.1 Who did it?

If you pick Self-Absorbed child - give them Materialistic trait as well and go to Gen 2.2 An Average Murder Down the Street

If you pick Evil child - give them Loyal trait as well and go to Gen 2.3 Case of Extreme Violence

Gen 2.1 Who did it?

Working on the side of the law was never going to be easy. Sim knew that, always knew. But they were really good at it! Seeking justice, helping those who are in trouble, making the world a better place. They never thought that someone like them might have a real hater... Until one day the letter arrived on their front porch. The letter with threats in it. Now there's only one question... Who did it?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Good, Paranoid

Aspiration: any

Career: Detective/Law (Judge )

marry someone with whom you have a good compatibility

have at least two kids (one with Cringe/Clumsy trait, another Goofball in no particular order)

have a board game night with your family/friends every weekends

hire a butler/maid/babysitter, maintain good relationships with them, but when all your kids reach Сhild life stage, fire them and declare an enemy (you found a hater... maybe)

reach level 8 in your career

master Logic skill

Optionally:

place a bug on 10 sims and listen to their conversations. You're trying to find who send the threatening letter

maintain Great or Pristine reputation

retire as soon as you become an elder and adopt a stray dog

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Cringe/Clumsy child - give them Gloomy trait as well and go to Gen 3.1 Remember Sunny the Tragic Clown

If you pick Goofball child - give them Chased by Death trait as well and go to Gen 3.2 Life as A Reaper's Joke

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Gen 2.2 An Average Murder Down the Street

The police arrived when the body was already stone cold. Sim was sobbing on their knees next to it. How could this happen?... So dreadfully, so unexpectedly... Their spouse, their loving and beautiful spouse who they just recently married... dead on the floor. Such an unfortunate twist of fate... Such a terrible murder... Sorry, an accident, exceptionally terrible accident... Well, one way or another their poor-poor spouse may rest in peace. Now, could we please start reading the will?...

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Materialistic

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy/Mansion Baron

Career: Style Influencer then none

work at Style Influencer career. After marriage you have to leave the job and never work again

marry a wealthy sim, kill them shortly after marriage and take all their money (you can't deal with someone overshadowing you)

have one child with your spouse (give them Chased by Death and Cringe/Clumsy traits)

maintain good relationships with both of your sibilings but not with your child

befriend ONLY elder sims

master Acting and Wellness skills

Optionally:

organize grand funeral for your spouse (pretend like you care)

go on three vacationsduring your lifetime (you can go to the same place multiple times)

never do the cleaning and cooking yourself, always call service or make your child do it

The end:

Now you have to choose how you are going to play next.

You can give your child Gloomy trait and go to Gen 3.1 Remember Sunny the Tragic Clown

You can give your child Goofball trait and go to Gen 3.2 Life as A Reaper's Joke

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Gen 2.3 Case of Extreme Violence

"The report mentions a presence of eight people at the crime scene. Some witnesses described them as violent and intimidating armed people who were trying to rob a shopping centre in Magnolia Promenade. Presumably, this is not the first time this gang has committed such offenses. In the last six months alone, there have been reported about ten cases of violations involving a similar group of individuals..."

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Evil, Loyal

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Career: Criminal (Boss)

create a club (more like gang) and do some mischievious/evil activities regularly

maintain friendship with all your club members

marry a sim from your gang when you become an Adult

have one child with your spouse (give them Gloomy trait)

reach level 7 in your career

master Mischief skill

Optionally:

at any point after having a child you can "arrange" an unnatural death for yourself (being old and frail is not really for you)

maintain Awful or Atrocious reputation

The end:

Give your child Cringe/Clumsy trait and go to Gen 3.1 Remember Sunny the Tragic Clown

Gen 3.1 Remember Sunny the Tragic Clown

Today I decided to practice my new performance at the local park. Perhaps, testing something new for the first time in front of a big crowd wasn't the smartest decision... but anyway, it doesn't matter now. Long story short, I tried to execute some fruit juggling. It was going rather well at first, but then all of a sudden this treacherous banana slipped right out of my hands! And, of course, the next second, in my oversized shoes, I slipped on a banana peel and plopped on the ground. I hit my nose on the sidewalk so hard that tears came out of my eyes. But guess what? Nobody was upset! Instead everyone was laughing and giggling at my awkward drop. They thought it was part of the show! So I decided to rename the entry - now it's called Tears of a Clown!

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Gloomy, Cringe/Clumsy

Aspiration: Joke Star

Career: Entertainer (Comedian)

have a Tragic Clown painting in your house

befriend a Tragic Clown

visit every Humor and Hijinks festival (if possible)

marry someone who was your childhood friend

have two kids (one with Art Lover trait, another Lazy in no particular order)

complete Joke Star aspiration

reach level 7 in your career

master Comedy skill

Optionally:

maintain bad relationships with at least three of your colleagues (for some reasons you don't "fit in")

have regular tea/coffee gatherings with a Tragic Clown

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Art Lover child - give them Kleptomaniac trait as well and go to Gen 4.1 A Knight in Shining Armour

If you pick Lazy child - give them Creative trait as well and go to Gen 4.2 The Fallen Kingdom

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Gen 3.2 Life as A Reaper's Joke

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life suddenly ends in the most ridiculous way... well... just start a new one! Whoever this Reaper guy is, they must be a pretty funny fella. In fact, good for them for having such a great sense of humor. Everybody needs a break from time to time. I, on the other hand, am not ready for an everlasting break yet. A silly mistake was made on my shift, I get it, so I forgive them and heading back. After all, life beholds so many opportunities!

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Goofball, Chased by Death

Aspiration: Master Chef/Master Mixologist

Career: Tech Guru/Salaryperson then Culinary

before becoming an Adult you have to "suddenly" die and continue living as a ghost (an accidental death from the game itself is also acceptable)

as a ghost start Culinary career

ask your spouse to stay married but have a short-lived affair with someone else

have two kids (one with Art Lover trait, another Lazy in no particular order)

become enemies with Grim Reaper

as a ghost reach 5 in your Culinary career

master Programming and Cooking/Mixology skills

Optionally:

after accomplishing all the rules REBORN as your spouse's child/your kids' sibiling (it will open a "secret" option for the next gen that is only accessible with this rule execution). If you do that give this child Music Lover trait

if you decided not to choose rebirth and live as a ghost, compete Master Chef/Master Mixologist aspiration and reach level 10 in Culinary career

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Art Lover child - give them Kleptomaniac trait as well and go to Gen 4.1 A Knight in Shining Armour

If you pick Lazy child - give them Creative trait as well and go to Gen 4.2 The Fallen Kingdom

If you pick Music Lover child (the reborn sim) - give them Mean/Evil trait as well and go to Gen 4.3 One String to Rule Them All

Gen 4.1 A Knight in Shining Armour

Draped in gleaming armor, a person was making their way through the dense thicket of the forest. They seemed focused but tired. They were looking for something. Something of a very big value. Whispers spoke of this powerful treasure, an artifact, lost for centuries in the enchanted lands of the kingdom. It was said to grant extraordinary gifts to its possessor — immortality, wisdom, limitless power... For the good of the all people, or maybe for their own ambition, who wouldn't want to own such wonder?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Kleptomaniac, Art Lover

Aspiration: Archaeology Scholar/Jungle Explorer

Career: Athlete/Military

you can get married only as an Adult. Your spouse should NOT work after marriage but be a stay-at-home parent

have difficult/strained relationships with your spouse

have two kids (one with Romantic trait, another Hot-Headed in no particular order). Be a strict parent

steal at least 10 pieces of art and display them at your house

don't have any close friends

get divorced after one of your children becomes Teen. Now you have to split your household. One child will stay with you and another one will live with your ex-spouse

complete Ancient Omiscan artifacts collection

master Archaeology and Fitness skills

Optionally:

complete Omiscan treasures collection

after having kids wish for a Long Life using the wishing well

have a horse who is also gonna be your only real friend

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Romantic child - give them Bookworm trait as well and go to Gen 5.1 Dear Diary

If you pick Hot-Headed child - give them Ambitious trait as well and go to Gen 5.3 Ten Things I Hate About You

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Gen 4.2 The Fallen Kingdom

Life of a royal heir is carefree, joyful and extremely simple. At least that's what Sim always hoped for. As a child, their life consisted of endless balls, dinner parties and other pleasant entertainments. A grand castle, adorned with intricate tapestries, has always seemed to be a safe hideaway from the worries of a difficult outside world. But, apparently, the Royal Highness is forbidden from enjoying the delights of their royal life. Suddenly, cautious but insistent knock broke into the quietude of Sim's chambers and thoughts. — Come in! — Your Grace, the Queen demands your presence...

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Lazy, Creative

Aspiration: Lord/Lady of the Knits/Fabulously Filthy

Career: none

live with your parent(s) until they pass away

be close friends with your parent(s)

marry a sim who is a friend of your parents (and has a good compatibility with them)

have distant relationships with your spouse

have separate bedrooms with your spouse

have two kids (one with Bookworm trait, another Outgoing/Nosy in no particular order). Hire a babysitter to take care of them

find and grow a cowplant seed

have a best friend who is gonna be your secret crush

complete Frogs and/or Axolotls collections

master Knitting/Cross-stitch skill

Optionally:

you cannot make money by selling frogs

if your spouse dies before you, confess feelings to your best friend

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Bookworm child - give them Romantic trait as well and go to Gen 5.1 Dear Diary

If you pick Outgoing/Nosy child - give them Lovebug/Romantic trait as well and go to Gen 5.2 Yes, I do

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Gen 4.3 One String to Rule Them All

In the twilight of a cozy autumn evening the cobblestone streets shimmered with the glow of torches. Warm light streamed from the tavern window on the corner of the street and laughter, music and dancing could be heard from the inside. On a small stage the bard played a cheerful brisk melody which was complemented by the clatter of heels and the clink of dishes. An instrument in the hands of the young bard was pouring a river of sonorous sounds and the voice, so strong and confident, was sweeter than the birds singing. Yet, despite their melodious charm and nimble fingers, fame and glory always seemed to dance just out of reach.

Your first living expirience made it very clear: being a nice person with a normal job and day-to-day concerns is quiet boring. You don't wanna waste your second life on these nonsense. This one is destined to be great! It's time to become a mastermind, go down in history and maybe even think about world domination...

But perhaps corrupting minds with some catchy annoying tune will be just enough... for this lifetime.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Music Lover, Mean/Evil

Aspiration: World-Famous Celebrity/Musical Genius

Career: none

become at least a three stars celebrity by making music

have at least Bad reputation and choose Who's Bad perk

secretly elope with your fiance in a moonlight

have three kids (one with Bookworm trait, another Lovebug/Romantic, another Ambitious in no particular order)

become enemies with two other celebrities

master Media production and any instument skills

Optionally:

leave all your money to your children and sibilings (who are also your children?... your family-tree is a loop, I guess)

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Bookworm child - give them Romantic trait as well and go to Gen 5.1 Dear Diary

If you pick Lovebug/Romantic child - give them Outgoing/Nosy trait as well and go to Gen 5.2 Yes, I do

If you pick Ambitious child - give them Hot-Headed trait as well and go to Gen 5.3 Ten Things I Hate About You

Gen 5.1 Dear Diary

Dear Diary, Today has altered my life forever. I've always fantasized about meeting my one and only, shuffled different scenarios from my favourite love stories dreaming of this unforgettable moment. I have imagined this second countless times. And then I saw Them. The most beautiful being, They entered my world ethereally like the morning sunlight making its way through the window. For a few moments my heart stopped beating. In front of me I saw an angel, a divine creature that filled everything and everyone with its light. An eternity flashed before my eyes when I finally was able to comprehend the insignificance of everything that had happened to my life up to this very second. Who would have thought that one fleeting moment could change my entire existence? With love and faith in dreams come true, Sim

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Bookworm, Romantic

Aspiration: Soulmate

Career: any

never have romantic relationships with anyone but your spouse

marry the "first person you see" (yes, that's wild). You can arrange this using Blind Date system or call repair service/order a pizza/etc. and fall in love with this sim

have one child (give them Erratic trait). You will have difficult/distant relationships

read all 11 romance books

complete Soulmate aspiration

if your partner already had a job before meeting you - join the same (or roughly similar) career

master Singing skill

Optionally:

renew your wedding vows at romance festival

"explore" every single woohoo spot

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Gen 5.2 Yes, I do

Sim stood at the edge of an exquisitly decorated garden and the light breeze was murmuring among the leaves of the trees surrounding it. The afternoon was serene and soothing, yet their heart was racing. Today marked their third wedding. Staring off into the distance with an unwavering gaze full of hope, they were carried away by thoughts of two other days from their past, days so similar to this one. Exchanging vows, promising of eternal love, pledging a fairytale for life... None of these lasted long but maybe this time will be different.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Lovebug/Romantic, Outgoing/Nosy

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine/Serial Romantic/Romantic Explorer

Career: any

marry three different sims. They should already be in the relationships (convince them to leave their partners)

you have to cheat with other sims. a lot.

divorce all three of your spouses

have one child with anybody - I mean ANYbody (give them Erratic trait). You will have difficult/distant relationships

you can get engaged withone of you ex-spouses again when your child becomes a teen but never marry them

master Romance skill

Optionally:

one of your fiances may die during the wedding ceremony (cause it's fun, right?)

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Gen 5.3 Ten Things I Hate About You

Sim hated them. A seething, burning feeling has filled the entire body as soon as Sim caught a glimpse of them. Time froze in a heartbeat, and it seems like it's become difficult to breathe when anger flood the whole space around. The heart was beating at a rabid pace and Sim was ready to, quite literally, pounce on them in a rage. Ah, that unbearable feeling of their heavy gaze looking straight into the soul. This vile, contemptuous look on their face when their eyes met. Sim hated them... right?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Hot-Headed, Ambitious

Aspiration: any

Career: Business/Politician

become love partners withyour enemy (who also has to be your coworker)

never marry

have one child (give them Erratic trait). You will have difficult/distant relationships

celebrate your birthdays at karaoke

when one of you becomes an elder go back to being enemies with your partner

reach level 8 in your career

master Singing and/or Dancing skills

Optionally:

live in an apartment (real or fake)

befriend a mayor of Henford-on-Bagley or/and any celebrity

Gen 6. Is anybody here?..

There was somebody outside the window, standing in the shade of the trees. The dark figure could barely be seen in the foggy grace of moonlight. The presence of this.. Thing.. filled Sim's insides with cold animal dread. The invisible stare - they sensed it with every inch of their body - was fixed directly on them, frozen in the middle of a grim living room. Hide, run away, crawl in the furthest and darkest corner of this house, vanish. Somewhere in the silence of their house, creaked the old wooden floor.

It seems like your parents cared more about their own drama in life than about you. And it certainly left a mark.. You are not crazy, you are just a little weird. I would even saу.. obsessed. With this idea of having big loving household. And maybe you're trying a little bit too hard.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Erratic, Family-oriented

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Career: Undertaker or selling crafted goods

you have to move from your parents and make a "fresh start" on an empty lot with only 5000 simoleons

make money by crafting and selling goods made on Gemology and/or Woodworking table. You can also choose an Undertaker career

"collect" 10 graves on your backyard (I'm not gonna ask questions about HOW you do it, just DO it)

marry a sim with Gloomy, Macabre, Socially Awkward OR Unflirty trait

have at least four kids (one with Loves Outdoors/Child of the Ocean trait, another Adventurous/Active trait in no particular order)

you have to maintain great relationships with all your children

master Handiness and/or Gemology skills

Optionally:

you can choose a fixer upper type of gameplay. Move into an "abandoned collapsing house" and start there with 0 simoleons

live in a world of Forgotten Hollow, Moonwood Mill or Ravenwood

befriend Mother Alice and/or Grim Reaper

every week visit at least one festival in Ravenwood with your family

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Loves Outdoors/Child of the Ocean child - give them Noncommittal trait as well and go to Gen 7.1 Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of.. Juice? Nectar?

If you pick Adventurous/Active child - give them Bro trait as well and go to Gen 7.2 A Tragic Loss of a Postcard and Other Adventures of Hamster Crunch

Gen 7.1 Yo-Ho-Ho and a Bottle of.. Juice? Nectar?

The sky crackled with furious growl and thousands lights covered the boundless canvas of the sea. Black restless waves crashed against the hull of the majestic but shabby ship. On board, where orderly chaos reigned, an experienced crew battled marine force with knowledge of the matter. The Сaptain stood at the helm, gripping the wheel as the wind howled around them. and shouted commands breaking through the nature's cacophony. The next moment the swell crushed upon them, ready to swallow them whole. The Captain's head went under the wave and their throat filled with saltwater as the sea dragged them to its depths. Another flash of lightning cut through the skies and... ...Sim woke up. The head was heavy while thoughts were trying to return from the dream to reality. The hangover from last night's binge was taking its toll.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Loves Outdoors/Child of the Ocean, Noncommittal

Aspiration: any

Career: part-time jobs, odd jobs or errands

make money ONLY by having part-time jobs, odd jobs and/or errands

ruin relationships with all your sibilings

every weekends you have to go to the bar and get a few drinks

never marry or have longterm relationships

have one child ONLY that lives with you (give them Glutton and Jealous traits). If you ended up having more children never acknowledge them or let them live in your household

complete Seashells or Messages in bottles collection

master Juice fizzing and/or Nectar making skills

Optionally:

live in a world of Sulani, Tartosa or Tomarang

have a pool at your house (if you're able to add it)

you can make additional money by selling juice and nectar

The end:

Now you have to choose how you are going to play next.

You can give your child Overachiever trait and go to Gen 8.1 None of Us Will Make It to the End. This generation starts when your Sim is still a teen

You can give your child Snob trait and go to Gen 8.2 The Sacred Tribunal

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Gen 7.2 A Tragic Loss of a Postcard and Other Adventures of Hamster Crunch

Taste for adventures stretched far beyond their cozy cage. The vast outside world beckoned for exploration. The Great Unknown appealed to the curiosity living in the Crunch's heart. Their little hamster paws couldn't wait to traverse all of the uncharted paths. Which amazing encounters and discoveries will the next journey bring? Will it be exciting, instructive or even dangerous? Will it fulfill Crunch's ambitions or break his colossal dreams?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Adventurous/Active, Bro

Aspiration: Party Animal

Career: Freelancer/Social Media career

live in three different worlds

paint a picture of every single residential world (using painting by photo) and keep it. You'll have to reach level 3 of Painting skill to unlock it

every week you have to throw at least one gold medal party

attend festival, party or any other social event at least twice a week

marry someone you've met during a social event

have one child with your spouse (give them Glutton trait) and another child with a different sim (give them Jealous trait)

complete Postcards and/or Snow Globes collections

master Charisma and Photography/Painting skills

Optionally:

you cannot make money by selling paintings

have a pet rodent

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Jealous child - give them Overachiever trait as well and go to Gen 8.1 None of Us Will Make It to the End. This generation starts when your Sim is still a teen

If you pick Glutton child - give them Snob trait as well and go to Gen 8.2 The Sacred Tribunal

Gen 8.1 None of Us Will Make It to the End

For pitiful soul and heart full of spite, Sim plotted and schemed with a sinister flair, Their envy was potion that brewed in the night. Revenge in their heart had an icy cold stare. A bastard who lost an inheritance game, While jealousy’s fire ignited their pride, Imprisoned, defeated by their own shame, Oppressed with a wound and cruel collide.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Jealous, Overachiever

Aspiration: Renaissance Sim

Career:Secret Agent -> Actor -> Critic

propose to your partner while being a Teen. Get married as soon as possible

start Secret Agent career and reach lever 3 in it

kill your parents and sibilings (if there are any) by serving poisonous Pufferfish Nigiri dish

start Actor career and reach lever 3 in it. Never accept fame

start Critic career and reach lever 8 in it

have one child (give them Loner trait). This child will have good relationships with your spouse, but bad relationships with you

complete Renaissance Sim aspiration

master Violin skill

Optionally:

kill your spouse any time having a child together (you want to be the best one of parents)

have no friends at all

The end:

Now you have to choose how you are going to play next.

You can give your child Genius and one good/bad trait and go to Gen 9.1 Model Q-Bik

You can give your child Perfectionist trait and go to Gen 9.2 Project Caelus: Journey Through the Stars

You can give your child Geek trait and go to Gen 9.3 SimCity 2090

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Gen 8.2 The Sacred Tribunal

In darkness' arms, lost souls have been exposed And echo grieved their haunting cries for life, Here, sinful hearts were mourning cost; With hell's embrace, despair holds its thrive Among atrocities that now have been laid bare, Where it's impossible to hide a bloody knife.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Glutton, Snob

Aspiration: any or Inner Peace

Career:Reaper

visit a crypt

at least three times have woohoo in a public place

at least three times rummage through trash to get food

buy a vault and fill it up with at least 15000 simoleons

become partners in crime with somebody

get a voodoo doll and bind it to someone

get in a fight with three different sims, become enemies

make someone dislike another sim

have an affair with a spouse of your close friend, kill this friend and marry their widowed partner

have two kids (one with Genius trait, another Geek in no particular order)

complete Tarot Cards collection

reach level 8 in yourcareer

master Thanatology skill

Optionally:

try to to "redeem yourself" by donating money to charity (at least 10000 simoleons) and/or adopting a pet/child and taking good care of them

complete Inner Peace aspiration

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Genius child - give them Loner and one good/bad trait trait as well and go to Gen 9.1 Model Q-Bik

If you pick Geek child - give them Loner trait as well and go to Gen 9.3 SimCity 2090

Gen 9.1 Model Q-Bik

In a corner of the lab, lined with tools and wires, Sim was looking eagerly at their latest project. A nearly finished robot was laying on the table, its metal parts were sparkling under the bright artificial light. — Are you ready, my dear friend? whispered Sim leaning closer to the robot. The robot's metal eyes, not yet activated, remained lifeless. Sim took a deep breath. Their heart was pounding with excitement and fear. They knew that this creation could change humanity. Now Sim must define the world's future.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Genius, Loner, choose one good/bad trait

Aspiration: The Positivity Challenge/Public Enemy (depending on a trait you've chosen)

Career: Engineer/Scientist

maintain bad relationships with your parent (Gen 8 sim)

build Servo and activate it, become best friends

make Servo be either really friendly to other sims or really evil

never have romantic relationships

have a science baby alone or any other way (give them Socially-Awkward and Neat traits)

complete Cristals and/or Elements collections

master Robotics and Handiness skills

Optionally:

discover The Forgotten Grotto - a hidden world in Oasis Springs

you can have romantic relationships with your servo (if you want to)

The end:

Now you have to choose how you are going to play next.

You can give your child Hates children trait and go to Gen 10.1 The Stories Untold

You can give your child Proper trait and go to Gen 10.2 Ginger and Snowflakes

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Gen 9.2 Project Caelus: Journey Through the Stars

Sim had spent years preparing for this moment. The weightlessness of space felt as familiar as the air they once breathed on Earth. Their ship navigated through the cosmic ocean exploring deeps of the unknown galaxy. The stars and planets, once a distant dream, now felt like home, filled with promises. They held stories yet untold and secrets ready to be revealed. In that exact moment, admiring the beauty of the infinite space, Sim felt that they were the happiest being in the whole universe.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Perfectionist, Loner

Aspiration: Nerd Brain

Career: Astronaut

maintain bad relationships with your parent (Gen 8 sim)

build a rocket ship and visit Sixam

marry a sim, but after having children together decide to "stay friends" with your spouse (continue living in the same household)

have two kids (one with Socially-Awkward trait, another Proper in no particular order)

complete Space Rocks and Aliens collections

masterRocket science skill

Optionally:

befriend at least three aliens

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Socially-Awkward child - give them Hates children trait as well and go to Gen 10.1 The Stories Untold

If you pick Proper child - give them Neat trait as well and go to Gen 10.2 Ginger and Snowflakes

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Gen 9.3 SimCity 2090

Their mind raced with visions of what was possible. Daydreaming, Sim sculpted fantastical futuristic cities soaring in the clouds, surrounded by floating gardens, ultra-fast vehicles and glass skyscrapers of all shapes and forms. They mused of new technologies, new capabilities which will be possessed by humanity of the future. What if we could harness the energy of space, create underwater districts, bend the very essence of time!.. What a marvelous world lies ahead!

You dream of seeing how the future world will modify and what could be better than to start some changes right now. There's not much you can do but at least you have a great imagination to envision how even these minor events of the present will affect an astonishing world of the distant future!

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Geek, Loner

Aspiration: Nerd Brain/Eco Innovator

Career:Civil designer/Conservationist

maintain bad relationships with your parent (Gen 8 sim)

read all 7 sci-fi books

visit every Geekcon festival (if possible)

win Hackathon and Ultimate Gaming Test at least ones

marry a sim with Clumsy, Goofball OR Outgoing trait

have two kids (one with Socially-Awkward trait, another Neat in no particular order)

reach level 7 in your career

master Logic and Video Gaming skill

Optionally:

own a Future Cube and every day ask it a question

win 1st Place in at least five Professional Gaming Tournaments

The end:

Now you have to choose with whom you are going to play next. Choose one child as an heir.

If you pick Socially-Awkward child - give them Hates children trait as well and go to Gen 10.1 The Stories Untold

If you pick Neat child - give them Proper trait as well and go to Gen 10.2 Ginger and Snowflakes

Gen 10.1 The Stories Untold

Dark room was flooded with the dim quivering light of a dying candle. On the table lied a pile of scribbled papers. crumpled and stained with ink and candle wax. A person, rolling the quill in their fingers, leaned back in the chair and wearily closed their eyes. The right words still didn't come to mind. One by one failed pages were sent to the trash can, each time taking with them a piece of smoldering hopes. An insistent whisper of doubts poisoned the person's head and spirit. What if they will never win this silent struggle for recognition?

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Hates children, Socially-Awkward

Aspiration: Bestselling Author

Career:Writer

write a bestseller book in each one of genres (including emotional genres)

purchase Mentor trait and help sim with Bookworm trait to learn Writing skill

marry a sim, who you mentored, when they reach level 5 in Writing skill (you'll live happily together for the rest of your days)

take a vacation on a honeymoon with your spouse

write The Book of Life and bind it to your spouse

never have kids

complete Bestselling Author aspiration

master Writing skill

Optionally:

as elders move to the world where you spend a honeymoon with your spouse (if possible)

if you want to continue playing afterwards, you can mentor another sim and make them your "heir" (or just choose rebirth...)

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Gen 10.2 Ginger and Snowflakes

The sunlit kitchen was filled with the smell of gingerbread cookies. The children chattered away at the table, surrounded by a fortress of sugar, colorful towels and lots of kitchen appliances. The sleeves of their warm knitted sweaters kept trying to get into the dough. Their little upturned noses were sprinkled with flour. similar to snowflakes that were swirling outside the window. From here, on the backyard, you could see a freshly sculpted snowman near the swings. It was a calm frosty morning. Sim loved those days - days filled with simple joys. laughter and many-many of these tiny memorable magical moments.

Plot (aka rules):

Traits: Neat, Proper

Aspiration: Successful Lineage

Career:Education (Professor)

be close friends with your parent(s)

fall in love with a married sim

have three children with your good friend (they were always in love with you) OR adopt kids

reject a proposal from this friend or leave them at the alter

get married with this friend as an elder

you can leave your job while take care of your kids if you want to

leave a memorable heirloom for each of your children

complete Successful Lineage aspiration

master Parenting and Baking skills

Optionally:

get a degree at university

celebrate every Thanksgiving Day and/or Christmas among your family

try to get Happy Infant/Toddler or Top Notch Infant/Toddler reward trait for all of your kids

try to get High Confidence reward trait for all of your kids

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You've successfully completed the challenge so now what?

I guess... that's a whole other tale ahead

[fortunapre]

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 definitely 16+ (suggestive and yeah), fluff, hot-hawt-hawt, fem-gender mention, Use on Y/n, swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene iv) 3.4k

either i’m getting better at writing or i just really get carried away with…. certain scenes…

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 I love banter, you love banter, everybody loves banter! Really considering a tag list. BTW thanks to everybody who’s been liking the Pinterest-piece! I really enjoy making it and love that you do too!

Go Back? (scene ii) click here

Go Back? (scene iii) click here

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene iv 𖧞 (𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝-𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Wednesday, December 12th

I was just staring into the sky, not listening to anything going on around me. My sister was on another one of her rants about random social media drama, and I was nodding along like I was listening, but really my mind was elsewhere. 

I don’t know when she stopped talking and realized I wasn't listening, but suddenly a loud sound made me jump. My sister had clapped her hands super hard, right next to my ear, breaking me out of my trance. 

“Ow! What was that for?” I yelled at her and covered my ear like I was in pain.

“Because you weren’t listening to a single thing I was saying! Did you pay attention to anything I just said?” She asked, looking irritated.

I slowly pulled my hands away from my face and winced. “No…...” I answered honestly.

“Y/N! I was talking for at least 30 minutes!”

“Yeah, I know, I know. And usually, I'm interested in what you have to say but my mind is elsewhere today. I'm sorry.” I tried apologizing but she still looked angry. The biggest pet peeve of Her’s is when people don’t listen to her. And I’d just ignored her for half an hour.

She just huffed and turned away from me. She looked straight forward into the snowy view and sipped on her hot cocoa. 

We were outside, cuddled in mounds of blankets and warm clothes, enjoying the beautiful winter scenery with a hot cup of chocolate. 

“I really am sorry.” I tried again. At first, she didn't say anything and ignored me. Then, she turned back towards me and let a little smile show. 

“I know you are, Y/n. I knew you weren’t listening. I saw you space out as soon as I started talking.” She said in a soft voice. I just winced again and laughed. We were both giggling quietly together at the situation and then stopped to take a sip from our mugs. “So then,” my sister began talking, shivering a bit before continuing. “What’s been on your mind?”

I wanted to tell her the truth, but I couldn't. I could only imagine the scream she’d let out if I said ‘oh nothing, I’m just overthinking about mine and Oscar's little not-so-little make out session yesterday, and what would have happened if you guys didn’t interrupt us. But really, I'm over-thinking the contradicting feelings and thoughts I have about him. And most of all, I'm angry at Oscar for completely ignoring me ever since last night.’

Basically, if I muttered a single word of the thoughts running through my mind, my sister would freak out. So instead, I answered with, “Nothing. I’m just trying to think of Christmas presents for everyone. You know how serious I take gift-giving.” I thought I’d dodged her questions, but her eyes squinted a bit, and I could tell she didn’t believe me. Instead of pushing it further, though, she just took a long sip of her drink then nodded. 

The wind started to blow, and our fingers started getting numb, so we moved back inside and settled on the couch to watch a movie. We chose Love Actually, and chilled on the couch. It was still pretty early so everybody was still sleeping except for us. 

Half-way through the movie, my brother walked out in his PJs with insane bed hair. Instead of talking he just sat on the sofa next to us and watched the movie. 

A few minutes later, my brother and sister were talking on the other side of the couch, no doubt about the social media drama. I just sat by myself and finished the movie, almost drifting to sleep.

Before I could rest my eyes, I heard another person come down the stairs. I turned as much as I could to get a peek at who it was. But once I caught sight of familiar messy brown hair I turned back around. I sunk down into my blanket trying to hide my head from him. From what I could hear, he was making coffee or something in the kitchen. 

“Morning. Oscar.” My brother greeted him, jumping up and over the couch to meet him in the kitchen. The two have always had some bromance since they’re around the same age and well…. not girls. 

“Hey.” Oscar said to him. They started talking, but I couldn’t make out anything they were saying.

Once I saw my brother appear back in the main room, I let out a sigh, because that probably means Oscar went back to his room. But right after my brother, followed Oscar. I must have hidden well because once he rounded the couch and saw me, he froze. But not even a second later he snapped out of it and sat down. If I wasn’t already watching his every move, I would have missed it.

The twins picked a funny movie to watch, and the whole time, I stayed completely still. Oscar was less than an arm's length away and I’m afraid of how I’ll react if I touched him on accident.

Eventually, I couldn't handle it anymore. I practically jumped up and made my way to the kitchen.

As I was grabbing a Diet Coke from the fridge, someone came up behind me. I could immediately tell who it was by the sudden scent of spearmint and fresh pine filling my senses. 

“What.” I asked frankly. I turned to face him, and he was in front of me, blocking my way out. I attempted to go around the kitchen island and leave that way but a few strides later and he was blocking my way again. “Hello, are you deaf? What do you want?” I repeated. I know I was being rude but it’s my defense mechanism with Oscar.

“Nothing, I’m just getting something in the kitchen and you’re in my way.” He spoke. He’s trying to aggravate me.

Safe to say it’s working.

“No. You're in my way. Move.” I tried. He only smiled and tilted his head like he was judging me.

“I'm just trying to get some water, Y/n. Why do you have to be so difficult?” He said, leaning closer and speaking lower. He kept that stupid smirk on his face and stood up straight, now towering over me.

“What are you playing at?” I asked through gritted teeth. Seriously, what is wrong with him? He’s being so annoying. It’s like he’s doing everything i told him I hated yesterd-

Oh. Oh.

“Oh my God!” I raised my voice a bit and let out a cold laugh. That’s what he was doing, he was purposely doing everything I said I found annoying about him.  “Don’t be a dick, Oscar.” I scoffed and tried to shove his shoulder, but he stayed in place. I shoved through him again, as hard as I could, successfully getting through. He stumbled back a bit and put a hand to his shoulder like I’d hurt him. 

He shook his head and poked his tongue in the inside of his cheek: a tell that he’s mad. 

I started walking away, practically fuming smoke out of my ears, and made my way towards the stairs. This time, when Oscar tried to grab my arm to stop me, I pulled it out immediately.

I ran up the stairs away from him, but he just followed me up the stairs. I moved faster and quickly made my way into my room. Oscar almost followed me inside, but I quickly slammed the door in his face, stopping him. He didn’t try to come in at first. 

Moments later there was still silence on the other side of the door, so I backed away and laid on my bed. I let out a big sigh and rubbed my forehead.

I decided to scroll on my phone and listen to music. However, every 5 seconds, there was a loud bang. At first, I tried to ignore it, but it kept going. 

I watched a video, scrolled, then BANG. 

Scroll, BANG!

Scro-BANG! I couldn’t take it anymore. 

The sound was coming from the wall behind my head, which so happens to be the wall I share with Oscar, his room being next to mine. When we were younger, Oscar would play the loudest music or bounce a ball on the wall to annoy me. Right now, I'm positive he’s gone back to his immature roots and is chucking a ball at the wall to make me mad. I huffed and then jumped out of my bed and made my way out of my room. I tried to open the door next to mine but was met with a lock. 

“OSCAR! LET ME IN” I knocked loud and quick on the door. When the door still didn’t open, I knocked louder. “Oscar, if you don’t open this door right now, I'm going to-”

“What? Kiss me?” The door swung open, and I was met with a grinning Oscar.

I almost choked at his words. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him with an incredulous expression. 

“Wha..What?! I would never-”

“Ah, but you did. "He cut me off again. He was leaning against the doorway and tossing a ball in his hand, patronizing me. He was looking down at me with a smug expression, obviously proud of himself. 

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “If I remember correctly, YOU kissed ME.” I argued, shoving him for the second time today, making my way into his room. I turned around when I reached the middle of his room and placed a hand on my hip. 

He slowly turned to face me, still leaning on the doorway and tossing the ball between his two hands. Once he faced me, I properly took him in. 

He was wearing a black t-shirt that looks like it might have been left here from last year. Joining F1 meant he had to train more, so the shirt he was wearing looked a little tighter than it should be. He had a pair of jeans that fit him well; he must have gone shopping because they look new. His hair was neat. Not gelled, but probably combed. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, talking about the incessant banging.

He rolled off of the door and stood up straight, walking slowly towards where I was standing. His sudden movement surprised me, so I backed away a little. But he kept walking towards me. 

So, I backed away more. Instead of walking towards me again he just stayed in place. “Just playing catch.”

“With who, the wall?”

“Yeah.”

“Well stop.” I said and tried to take the ball away from him. He was quicker than me and pulled the ball away. I tried at it again but failed as he pulled it up and over my head. Prick. “Or play on a different wall, I'm trying to rest.”

“Nah.” is all he said.

“Nah?” I repeated. “Come on Oscar, drop this immature teasing and leave me alone.” I was getting tired of this very quickly. When he didn’t say anything, I gave up and made my way out of his room. Before I could leave though, he reached over and shut the door in front of me, trapping me inside. 

Fully prepared to yell at him, I turned around but was met with Oscar standing right behind me. His arm was still on the door, next to my head.

 He was staring at me, more specifically: my lips.

No. I won't. I couldn’t let him just kiss me whenever he feels like it. 

“Stop…” I tried to sound demanding, but my voice came out barely above a whisper. I tried to push him away, but he stayed in place like a rock.

“I'm not doing anything,” Oscar tried to argue, but I was over him denying everything. 

“Yes. Yes, Oscar you are! You can’t tease me and make me so incredibly angry but then turn around and look at me like…” I looked at his eyes. They were darker than normal and trained on my own with intensity. “...that. You can’t look at me like that. You're fucking with my head and frankly,” I scoffed. “It makes me want to punch you.”

He looked at me with the same intensity, never letting down. His arm still rested on the door, but his body was less rigid and slightly angled towards me. “Osca-” 

I tried to tell him off again, but he started speaking.

“You’re fucking with my mind too.” He said quickly, looking away from my eyes. He dropped his head as he continued speaking. “Ever since…” he started but sounded like he couldn’t get the words out. “Ever since you got here, Y/n. You, and your voice and your eyes and those fucking shorts. Dammit.” He dropped his hand from the door, running it through his hair. I was just standing still, trying to understand. 

He walked away from me, turning his back to me. “I don’t know what’s going on,” He admitted. “But I can't. Stay. away from you. Teasing you and making you angry is the only thing I know and fuck me if I don't crave every time your cheeks turn red when you're mad. Or when you roll your eyes, or when you fight back…” Now he was the one rambling. 

I was trying to take in every word he was saying but his past actions and 

current words weren’t adding up. Am I supposed to just rethink these past few days because his arguing and ruthless teasing has been because, what? He likes the way I ‘blush and get angry’?

My eyebrows furrowed and I shook my head. “Wait, what?” I asked. “I don’t understand, Oscar…”

Suddenly he turned back around and walked back towards me slowly. “Can you not? Try to understand, I mean.”

“What?”

“Y/n, I don’t even understand, alright? So don’t try to make sense of all of this right now.” His voice was low and quiet. His eyes were back on my lips and his body was closer than before.

“Ok.” I whispered. He was tilting his head lower, his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes fluttered and my skin heated up. Something about the look in his eyes and the warmth radiating off of him made every previous thought I had fly out of the window. 

I know I just went on a rant about how we need to stop before it starts but for some reason, I don’t care anymore. I tilted my head up, brushing my lips against his, and sighing at the contact. My stomach was tumbling with need. I need him close. 

“Fuck it.” Oscar whispered into my mouth as he connected our lips. I sucked in a breath as he finally kissed me, letting all of the built-up need roll onto my lips. 

Our mouths met like they did the night before: deep and rough. 

I don’t know what it is about arguments and them leading to us kissing. But this one felt different then the last. It felt full and needy. Instead of testing the waters, we both dived in, meshing together. He licked the corner of my mouth, sending me into a frenzy. I pulled him closer by the front of his shirt, backing me into the door. He put an arm on the door, next to my head to stabilize himself, while he pushed himself closer to me. The other hand was on my hip, rubbing slow circles on the skin right above my waistband. 

I felt his tongue swipe against my bottom lip, so I opened my mouth slightly to let him in. His tongue tasted mine as we deepened the kiss. I flattened my palms against his chest and moved them up to around his neck. When I reached the hair on the back of his neck, I tugged lightly and moved up to further mess up the rest of his hair. He moaned into my mouth and pushed his hips into mine. My hips were flush against his, my back being pushed into the door. I let out a small noise at the friction and kissed him harder.

A familiar heat pooled in the bottom of my stomach, and I made what sounded like a whine as I unlatched our lips. 

“Oscar,” I tried to speak but it’s like my voice was gone. I spoke breathy with desire laced in my tone. “Oscar, we have to stop.” I was saying the words, but I really didn’t mean or want them. And I think Oscar could tell it’s not what I really wanted because he licked a stripe up my neck and started kissing the spot between my ear and jawline. 

I shut my eyes tightly and tilted my head back, to give him better access.

I gasped when I felt his teeth on my neck, do doubt leaving a mark. He sucked and kissed where he nipped and continued his way down my neck. I gasped his name, not to tell him to stop, but because of how good it felt.

He moved to the other side of my neck and let out a deep grumble that sounded like frustration. Before I knew it, Oscar bent down to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up. I let out a small yelp and wrapped my legs around him. He pushed up back against the door and went back to my lips. Throughout the kiss, he and I pulled away to breath and speak.

“God, Y/n” he would say.

“Oscar, please,” I would answer. 

With the new position, the heat between us grew red hot. 

Oscar started pushing up, making his hips meet mine with friction I've never felt. Everything was rough and lustful. His lips, his hips, his hands, his chest, his voice. It was all too much. 

I moved my hands from his neck to my shirt, trying to tug it up. He caught onto what I was doing and instead of helping me, he started walking away from the door, me still wrapped around him. He carried me across the room and sat on the edge of his bed, me now on his lap. 

With his hands free, he grasped at the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and off of me. The refreshing cool air hit my skin but was soon covered by Oscar hands, splayed across each side of my ribcage. His touch was almost burning, and it made me only want him to touch me more. I put my hands on his shoulders and started moving my hips against him. He gasped and let out a frustrated groan, his hands left my upper half and instead held onto my hips, stopping me.

“Don’t.” he said through his teeth. “Don’t do that Y/n”

I was going to apologize, and he must have seen the worried look on my face because he spoke up. “No, it’s not you. It’s just that if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

My eyes widened at this, and I was about to kiss him again, but a noise came from the other side of the room. 

Oscar’s room door cracked open, and my sister poked her head in, and looked right at us. She saw me half naked on Oscar's lap, us both breathing hard and having so obviously been caught making out.

“Oh My God.” My sister and I said at the same time. She quickly made a show to cover her eyes with her hand and slam the door shut with the other. 

My eyes were wide, and I was frozen. 

I jumped off of Oscar and searched around for my shirt. I needed to talk to her before she said anything to anyone. 

“My shirt. Where’s my shirt, Oscar?" I was breathing hard and was looking frantically.

“I don’t know, I kind of just tossed it.” He said, low. He almost sounded like he was in pain. I paused my searching and saw Oscar lean on his knees and run his hands through his hair. 

“What. What’s wrong with you?” I asked, sounding mad, but I meant it genuinely. 

He just chuckled and looked at me. “What do you think, Y/n? You were just grinding against me and then a second later you were gone. Obviously, I have a… problem… to fix now.”

My eyes widened with realization, and I blushed hard and turned away. I went back to searching for my shirt and eventually found it tucked under his bed. I threw it on and then ran out of the room, looking for my sister.

I saw her sitting on the couch, both hands covering her eyes. She looked like she was muttering something and shaking her head.

 Oh, God how am I going to fix this.

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