#obvious now thay i think about it. yeah. yeah it would be that huh

[cent-scratchnsniff]

never clicked for some reason that he was vomiting until i read the name of the resource used for dialog. sorry for you king hope the emotional pain tortures and eats you from the inside out a LITTLE less down the line. it probably wont though hes in project moon games. then again he had a whole meltdown over it itll be FINE

[raitrolling]

The Wall

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

(This drabble is the fifth episode of the Drive to Survive series)

Somehow, after the first free practice session for the Zaandholtz Grand Prix, Sharle found himself in a Thai restaurant with his teammate, Tira.

It was typical procedure after the session to have the team debrief and cooldown, running through all the data gathered while the cars were on track to figure out if the set-ups need to be adjusted or if further testing on certain tyre compounds was required. Then after some compulsory media interviews and a couple hours rest, the team would regroup and prepare for the second free practice session later that evening. 

Instead, Tira had put an arm around his shoulders and cheerfully told him that they'd been cleared for a quick lunch date… Away from the prying eyes of the media in the paddock, and as long as Sharle stuck to the menu items Ropikk had chosen for him to match his diet.

Very strange, but the blueblood was already being guided out the door by his shorter teammate, and none of the mechanics opposed this sudden turn of events. It seems that everyone else was in on Tira’s plans, or at least didn’t want to put a damper on the tealblood already treading water within the team.

And just as the decision to go out for lunch was unusual, so too was the general vibe of the outing.

Sharle could not ignore the elephant in the room - and not just the large wooden sculpture of one in the centre of the restaurant. 

In contrast to his earlier enthusiasm, the tealblood was now half-heartedly picking at his meal, spending more time pushing around pieces of vegetables and shrimp with his chopsticks than actually eating anything. Usually he would also be bantering with his teammate throughout the entire lunch trip, but now there were more periods of silence than what Sharle was used to.

He knew exactly why that was the case, but it’s not like it was something either of them wanted to talk about. It hung over the two drivers like a dark rain cloud, threatening to cause a torrential downpour at any moment. 

With his own meal long since finished, Sharle decided to break the silence. Tira wouldn’t have dragged him out here if he didn’t have something to say, and they’ve both been stalling long enough.

“So, er… Everything alright?”

The tealblood sighed.

“Guess I should tell you why I brought you out here, huh. It’s, well- Mansel gave me the talk.”

Sharle blinked.

“The talk? Like, er…” Pause. “Oh. Ohh.”

It took a moment, but the answer could not be any more obvious. Contract talk. Sharle winced in sympathy, and Tira shared that same expression.

“Yeah. Got pulled aside yesterday, the boss looked real grim. He didn’t wanna be in that position either, but… I can’t deny that I’ve been pretty shit this entire season,” the tealblood chuckled dryly, poking one of the shrimp with his chopsticks. “Gotta think of the Constructors’ Championship, y’know?”

Sharle wished that he could offer words of support and tell his teammate that he is actually doing great and didn’t deserve to have his career be in jeopardy like that, but… He can’t lie. They both know exactly how cutthroat this sport can be, and with so many other racers vying for those twenty elusive seats on the grid, there’s no room for those who underperform. Even your own teammate and best friend. 

All he really could do was nod in understanding. 

“It’s just, like- Man, I know it’s all in my head, but when it’s the only thing reporters wanna ask about, and the only thing journalists are reporting on and fans are speculating about, it doesn’t leave your head. And I just get stuck in this loop, like, this whole confidence thing,” Tira continued, getting a little more animated with his gestures. If nothing else, it felt good to vent. “The car’s just… Not working for me, but people keep saying, if I was a real championship contender, I’d be able to drive anything.”

Sharle hums, seeing a spot he can interject, and holds up his chopsticks to signal for Tira to stop.

“Er, what part of the car isn’t working? Your mechanics have been doing all sorts of set-ups, yeah? And, you only had one DNF cuz of, er, a damaged floor, wasn’t it?” He asks, curious.

“Yeah, man, that was unlucky with all the debris on the track,” Tira sighed. “But, nah, it’s like, the car’s really pointy at the front, yeah?”

“I haven’t had a problem with that,” The blueblood replied with a light shrug. “Because you like cars with more oversteer, ya weirdo. The team built the car around you because you’re the better contender for points. But, mate, I dunno how you can work with it, feels like I make one mistake and I’m spinning out like a Beyblade.”

Sharle tilted his head, not understanding the reference, prompting Tira to pick up his phone and show him a picture of the spinning top toy. 

“Oh, huh, one of those. Er… Are oversteer-y cars really that hard to drive? I just, er, drive it.”

The blueblood made a gesture resembling holding a steering wheel, and Tira couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous response from his teammate.

“Man, no wonder you-know-who is so googoo gaga over you, I can’t even be mad that you just don’t get it when I look into those puppy dog eyes of yours,” Tira shook his head in dry amusement, but then sighed, shoulders sagging and his head lowering to the point where his long hair threatened to end up in his food. “But, seriously... How do you do it? Like, you bounced back real quick after Revoire and got fourth place in Villeneuve, and I’m still just… Trying to recover from all the way back in Zhōngguó.” 

Sharle hummed, picking up one of his chopsticks to idly spin it in his hands as he tried to think of an answer. 

The truth was, he didn’t really know how he bounces back. It’s just always something you have to do as a driver, never let the last race bring you down too much and just keep focusing on the future. Take every mistake as a learning experience, chat with your race engineer about where to improve and with your mechanics for how to better set up the car, and just… Do it. There wasn’t really much else to it.

But, he also knew the other side. His struggles during his rookie sweep, dealing with the weight of expectations heaved upon him due to his name. Unable to leave the shadow of his ancestor, and every mistake scrutinised against the legacy he was supposed to immediately overcome. He too had been hounded by the media, his teammate Liburr Konnen, and an endless amount of comments on his social media. The pressure proved too much, and he crashed out in that infamous race at Southeastern Circuit.

Sharle could only hope that Tira didn’t need a hospital visit and multiple broken ribs to be able to reflect and regain his calm head, just like he did. 

“... Are you done with that plate?”

The seemingly sudden appearance of a waiter brought Sharle back to reality, only now just noticing that he’d just been staring blankly for a good couple of minutes while he was deep in thought. He looked at the greenblooded waitstaff a little wide-eyed in surprise, then politely returned the chopstick to the plate and nodded.

“Er, yeah. Thank you.”

Tira snickered lightly as the greenblood took Sharle’s plate, and waved his hand to signal that he wasn’t quite finished with his meal yet. 

“Thinking hard about an answer?” The dragonfly troll teased, but with that tiredness in his eyes it lacked its usual punch.

Sharle grimaced.

“Man, I… I dunno what to tell you. I guess I’ve just, er, always done it. Just kept trying and stuff, even when things were looking pretty bad. Like, yeah, I got pretty frustrated and, er, lost my cool a lot, but at the end of the night, y’know… That’s just one race, and then the next race is a whole new one. I just… Really like racing, I guess,” he mused, punctuating it with a light shrug.

“I guess what I’m saying is, er… It just kinda clicked for me, so. Maybe it’ll click for you too, Tira.”

Sharle offered a smile at his teammate. Earnest and genuine, as he always tends to be.

Tira stared back in bewilderment, then confusion, then finally cracked up laughing, releasing all the tension he’d unknowingly been holding.

“Goddamn, Sharlie, I should’ve known to expect an answer like that from you. You really don’t think about shit, huh? Jamie’s right when he says you’re completely head empty,” he joked, tone light and airy with no malice behind his insults. “But, that’s what I like about you, man. You’re really good at just telling it how it is.”

Now it was Sharle’s turn to look bewildered, genuinely surprised his advice actually seemed to work. Tira continued.

“But, you’re right. Thinking too much about it is exactly what’s getting me in trouble, I really gotta take more notes outta your book. Maybe also hand my Twitter over to my manager for a bit too, disconnecting from all the gossip seems to help you out a lot, even if it seems boring as shit to not have anything to scroll through. But hey, I guess I just gotta keep doing everything I can to make sure I can keep racing with you, yeah?” 

He smiled, the first proper smile all week, and leaned over the table to hold his fist out to his teammate.

Sharle nodded, and returned the fistbump.

“Yeah.” 

“Aaanyway,” the dragonfly troll drawls out as he sits back down in his chair, “How much longer do we have left? I’ve still got some shrimp and rice to finish.”

He picked his chopsticks back up as Sharle checked his watch.

“Er, It’s 2am, we’ve got half an hour until the press conference.” 

“Ah, shit! I’ve gotta horf this thing down real quick!” the tealblood stared in shock at the amount of food still left on his plate.

As Tira tore into the rest of his meal, there was only two things on his mind:

One, sometimes hearing someone tell him the obvious is exactly what he needed to get his groove back. When the issue is his own insecurities and lack of confidence, then the best way to approach it really is to just not let them bother him anymore and focus on what’s really important.

And two, his redemption arc might have to start from the third free practice session tomorrow, as he’s going to have hella bad indigestion for the rest of the night.

[sixdegreesofbali]

Let's go through this shall we?

'borderline racist remarks' Wtf is a 'borderline' racist remark? Give the quote, I dare you. Did you know Jos used to be in a relationship with a black woman? Yeah, I guess you don't. Also, you want to blame the child for the parent being abusive towards both him and his mother? Great person you are.

Helmut Marko is his boss, not his mentor. Again holding Max responsible for other people's actions? Great person you are. Also, have you ever thought about the fact that Helmut is a big part of the reason the grid now has a Japanese driver, a Mexican driver and a Thai driver on it? If he was truly that racist, they would not be driving for AT/RB.

His father in law? Did you forget Max is not married? Right. Again holding him responsible for the actions of others?

I can't judge this cause I don't know anything about Brazilian politics or her reasons for supporting whoever she supports (remember how many people support a certain president with obvious dementia just because they didn't want a certain other president to be re-elected?). And I doubt you know anything about it either besides just parroting what other people are saying.

Racist slurs? Oooh you mean that word that is a very commonly used word here in the Netherlands and to us Dutch people holds no racist meaning? Which you would know nothing about being from India? And did you know that Max used to be in a long term relationship with a Turkish girl? And now he's dating a Brazilian woman. So racist.

Max Verstappen fans automatically being Alonso fans? Funny, then why am I not an Alonso fan? Why does Max have such a larger fanbase than Alonso then? You'd think by your logic they'd have the exact same fanbases huh? Also, MASSIVELY clutching at straws by linking Max fans to an incident that happened years ago in Spain that Max fans literally had nothing to do with lmao. Your most pathetic argument yet. Reddit mods? You mean those mods who are mostly Hamilton fans? And uh have you seen the fans at Zandvoort? Have you seen how respectfully they have behaved towards Hamilton these past two years? Unlike Hamilton fans towards Max in Silverstone and lots of other places huh? For someone who's against discrimination you're making it a great point to generalise groups of people whenever you can. Ironic.

FIA? What the hell does that even have to do with Max? And suuuure let's just ignore that Hamilton has been the FIA's fave for years now to the point people were constantly joking about it. Even in AD Hamilton was favoured when he didn't have to give the place back in the beginning of the race, overtaking Max off track. Guess you 'forgot' about that huh?

I'm happy for you that you're so happy to be part of a fanbase who are known to send death threats to everyone who they feel has somehow wronged their fave. Even Hannah Schmitz. Or the fanbase who are constantly booing, shouting through national anthems, bodyshaming, behaving cult like all around.

To my followers: DO NOT LIKE THIS POST. It gives likes to OP.

I wasn't a Lewis Hamilton fan before Max Verstappen became a title threat around 2020.

I liked Lewis, I respected him, but I liked Sebastian Vettel more.

Verstappen fans constantly accuse Hamilton fans of "playing the racism card." But here's the thing:

1. Max Verstappen's dad has made close to borderline racist remarks about Lewis Hamilton. He's also a known abuser who assaulted his wife.

2. Max Verstappen's mentor, Helmut Marko, has made racist remarks against Lewis and Checo, and is the son of a Nazi.

3. Max Verstappen's father-in-law, Nelson Piquet, has made racist remarks against Lewis Hamilton and made homophobic remarks to Ayrton Senna back in the day. Senna also happens to be Lewis' idol. He was also a loud supporter of the far right, homophobic, misogynist, former Brazilian President, Jair Bolsonaro, who appears to have picked up all his presidential traits from Donald Trump, who he's a close friend of.

4. Max Verstappen's wife, Kelly Piquet is also a vocal supporter of Jair Bolsonaro.

5. Max Verstappen himself used ableist and racist slurs on the radio during F1 races.

6. Also, Max Verstappen fans are automatically Fernando Alonso fans, who turned up to the Spanish grand prix in 2008 in black face with posters of monkeys with the caption, "Hamilton's family".

And Max Verstappen fans are known to constantly make racist remarks about Lewis Hamilton. Ask the reddit mods of any F1 community about it.

And yet he keeps getting away with it. Red Bull fans would talk about MaFIA and Hamilton whining, but if you've followed F1 over the decades, you'll remember all the incidents when Hamilton was penalized by the stewards for the smallest infractions and usually given the harshest penalty for it.

The 2021 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix also showed that the FIA is far from supportive towards Lewis and in fact it's the other way around.

I'm not saying that all Max Verstappen fans are racists or white supremacists or Nazis.

I'm saying that all racists or white supremacists or Nazis who follow F1 are Max Verstappen fans.

That's why I support Lewis Hamilton now.

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

~~~~

Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

~~~~

It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

~~~~

Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."

[the-autism-mascot]

okay because im back on my tua bullshit. i need to talk to you all about five and his queerness + neurodivergency.

FIRST OFF. starting with his gender cause this is kinda the one i put the least amount of thought into. i think he is agender i think he uses he/him pronouns just out of convenience. i think at one point like klaus or something used they/them for him on accident and he was like huh. i dont mind that actually. but didnt care enough to actually like officially make it a Thing. i think maybe klaus or viktor at aome point tried to have a Gender Talk with them and they tolerated it for like five minutes begote being like “oh my fucking god i do not give a shit. use whatever pronouns you want now leave me alone” and that was kinda the end of that

SEXUALITY. OKAY. this one i have a lot of feelings about. so they are aroace. in my heart it is true. I KNOW. I KNOW HE HAD A WIFE. HOWEVER. consider the circumstances. mans ran away when he was 13 years old. he never really talked to anyone other than his siblings even before that. i don’t think he fully understood what romance was (ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HE DIDNT HACE LIKE. PARENTS WHO WERE IN LOVE TO OBSERVE) at that point. all he knew was that peoplr who spend their lives together get married because theyre “in love” or something. and he never really got the chance to learn what romantic love is. because yknow. he didnt talk to anyone for half a century. but they are so so so so lonely and their mind is so desperate for company that they make themself a companion. i think hr was like 20 or something when he found delores? idk. but in his mind this is someone who he wants yo spend all of his time with so obviously hes going to do whatever a Romance is. (thus is simplified obviously he has some idea of what romance is but i think he didnt fully get that it’s like. something that’s different from familial love.) so yeah he married delores but i dont think he loved her romantically. honestly he doesn’t ever perform any specifically romantic behavior? it’s obvious he cares for her (has an unhealthy attatchment to her really) but he never really. he just treats her like a really good friend. which idk maybe thats just how five woulf do romance but it just doesn’t feel that way to me. with the aroace thing i dont think he ever really puts a label on it because he basically refuses to talk about delores with his siblings so there’s never really an opportunity for them to be like Five That’s Just What Having A Friend Is. but yeah. five aroace and its important to me

okay last thing. his autism. i spent a while like really conflicted about whether or not he’s autistic. i wasn’t sure if he was jusy Like That because he’s been alone for 45 years but no. im rewatching now and he’s just incredibly autistic. like. i would have to make a whole other post to talk about how autistic they are. but its important thay they’re autistic. autism yeaaaaaaaa.

ok im done. five important. byebye

[princessphilly]

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CW: angst, meeting the family, references to the n-word, people sucking

I decided to go ahead and finish it when I got a sudden burst of creativity when I came home.

*

Nina snuggled in bed, a happy little sigh leaving her lips. Sidney looked at her, a fond smile on his face. It had been a month since they were back together and life was almost perfect. Well, they were 6-3-2, 14 points earned which was okay but not where Sidney wanted the team to be. It was still early in the season, it was mid-November so there was plenty of time to right the ship. He and the boys would fix it. Sidney sighed before attempting to try to go back to sleep. However, he heard the sound of a door opening and he sat up, pushing the covers down inadvertently. 

Sidney racked his brain. It was Sunday, Marta, his housekeeper’s day off. Mario or Nathalie would have called before coming over. He had no idea who the hell it could be. “Fuck,” Sidney breathed. There were only two people who would do a surprise visit and one of them was a week earlier for the Moms trip. 

Lightly brushing his fingers over Nina’s side, Sidney urged, “Pretty girl, wake up.”

It was roughly 8am so it wasn’t hard to get Nina, an early riser by nature to wake up. “Urgh, mawning,” Nina mumbled as she cracked open her eyes. Sidney looked anxious and agitated which made Nina focus. 

Sidney opened his mouth, then closed it. If he was right, he was fucked and his pretty girl was probably going to run away screaming. He finally said, “Um, someone just opened the door and there are exactly five people other than me who have a key. There are two who’d do a surprise visit.”

Looking down, Nina was thankful that she had on one of Sidney’s shirts and shorts while sleeping. “Well, fuck, at least I’m not naked,” she said pointedly. Sidney had the grace to blush as Nina continued, “If it’s what you think it is, you need to get that under control,” pointing at his rather obvious morning wood. Sidney pulled the covers back over himself and Nina

Then a voice called out, “Morming, Sid!”

Sidney sighed in relief. It was Taylor, not his mom. Nina noticed it and arched an eyebrow. “Eh, it’s my sister, pretty girl.”

“Shit,” Nina fretted. This was going to be awkward, she didn’t even know if she wanted to meet his family but now, she was going to,have to. At least it was a sister.

The door creaked open and a blonde-haired head peeked in. “Boo,” Taylor said. Then her eyes perked when she saw who Sidney was with. 

Nina groaned. Her hair was in a scarf, it was obvious she slept over and fuck, fuck, fuck. A devious smile spread on Taylor’s face. “Nice to see that you finally let a girlfriend sleep in your room, Sidney.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” Sidney yelled as his little sister giggled before closing the door.

Nina facepalmed. “That was fun. Fun fun fun.”

Rolling onto her front, Nina mumbled, “I’m not ready to meet your family.”

“I’ve already met yours,” Sidney reasoned. 

“That was because Yanni was part of your Lil Penguins program. That was work related for you, doesn’t count.”

Trailing his fingers down Nina’s back, Sidney replied, “True but, it still counts. What are you doing next weekend?”

“I’m going to be in Philly for a wedding.”

Nina turned onto her left side, facing Sidney. Sidney sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go. “Don’t get any ideas.”

She slipped off the bed, pulling the scarf off her braids, letting them fall down her back. Rummaging through her clothes on the floor, Nina pulled out her bra. Pulling her shirt off, she put it on to the sound of Sidney’s groans. Nina rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck having to meet your sister because she decided to give you a surprise visit. I’m not meeting her without wearing a bra.”

“But you look so amazing without one,” Sidney replied. 

 Nina shook her head before leaving his bedroom. Making her way to the kitchen, Nina literally bumped into Taylor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Nina gasped. 

“I’m okay,” Taylor reassured Nina, taking the moment to check out this girl that Sidney was now seeing. She wasn’t exactly what Taylor was expecting but one thing that Taylor liked about Nina was that she had kind eyes. Taylor had heard about her over the years, especially that Nina had kept rejecting Sidney. Her brother rarely heard the word no so that made Nina intriguing to her. 

Taylor offered, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, and I’m hungry.”

Opening the fridge, Taylor took out the ingredients to make omelets. Nina sat at the island, a pensive look on her face. “You know, I totally didn’t expect to meet you this way. This is awkward as fuck.”

“Eh, don’t feel bad, I should have given Sid a heads up,” Taylor replied. “Plus, I’ve heard about you over the years.”

“Oh really?”

Taylor laughed as she cracked eggs. “Sidney couldn’t shut up about you. First it was he met this nice girl at work. Then, it was that you kept telling him no and he was confused. Later, he was beating himself up because he managed to fuck up before he could even ask you out. I really enjoyed that, I liked that you kept not only telling him no but when he pissed you off, you didn’t forgive him right away. I love my brother but his ego needs to get cut down sometimes.”

“True, he has a huge ego. He needs to take himself less seriously,” Nina concurred. “But it’s probably impossible to get him to do that.”

Taylor shrugged, pursing her lips. “At least he means well,” Nina added. 

Nodding, Taylor replied, “He does mean well, most of the time.”

“Already ganging up on me?”

They both laughed as Sidney entered the kitchen. “Why are you here, Taylor?”

“I went on a camping trip and I decided to be nosy and visit my big brother before heading home,” Taylor chirped. “The look on your face was worth it.”

“Hahaha. Should’ve called,” Sidney grumbled. 

Taylor quipped, “Oh, did I ruin your morning sex plans? I’m so sorry.”

Nina snorted as she laughed. Sidney gave her hurt eyes and Nina blew him a kiss. 

“Don’t worry Sid, I’m not staying long. Just enough to rest and then get back on the road,” Taylor said. 

“You drove,” Nina asked. Sidney was now standing right behind her and she could feel his hands massaging her shoulders. 

Taylor nodded as she flipped the first omelet. “You’re not what I expected, Nina. You’re way too pretty for a hockey player like my brother.”

Sidney wanted to kill his little sister as she continued to chirp him. Well, not only chirp him but ruin his planned lazy morning sex. But as he watched his sister and Nina interact playfully, Sidney could admit there was a slight good point. Taylor and Nina were hitting it off and Sidney knew that Nina would meet his family soon. This was a good sign. 

**

However, after practice four days later, Sidney was wishing his sister had never stopped by. Nina had been incredibly busy all week and Sidney knew he wouldn’t see her until next week due to her trip out of town. He was feeling extra irritable and hearing his name over the tv didn’t help. 

“So, two weeks ago, Sidney Crosby admitted that he was having relationship issues that were affecting him on the ice.”

Tanger went to change the channel on the tv in the lounge, muttering, “Fucking ESPN.”

“Shh, keep it on,” Sidney urged, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to see what kind of bullshit ESPN was saying now.

A couple of the guys stopped to check out the TV. Kevin Neghandi laughed as he responded, “Yeah, he admitted that after breaking a slump. Ever since, he’s been on a 2 point-per-game streak. But this really isn’t about him.”

“Huh,” said Geno, scratching his head.

Buccigross continued, “There was a picture of Crosby and his girlfriend posted on the internet, a nice picture. Someone posted it and made a derogatory statement about his girlfriend, Nina Jackson. This player is a player for Clemson.”

Neghandi laughed again. “Ms. Jackson has a younger brother named Jason Jackson. He was also the number 20 prospect, number 1, 5 star tight end. He also now plays for UNC.”

Sidney chuckled as he realized exactly where this was going. The guy on the tv continued, “Clemson and UNC had the rare Thursday night game last night. #1 Clemson went to the Tar Heels, ranked #22 and got spanked, 56-30. Jason Jackson had 10 catches, 200 yards receiving, and 3 TDs. His response in the postgame.”

The tv showed a clip of Jason talking to the media. A reporter asked, “What inspired you to have such a big game tonight.”

“Lowell decided he needed to talk about my sister on the gram so I had to put him in his place,” Jason drawled.

Sidney’s phone buzzed and it was a message from Nina. my brother is so dramatic 🙄

Nice to know he’ll always have your back, Sidney sent Nina. 

**

Nina smiled happily as she looked at the Thai food on plate. She was so hungry and excited to see Jamila face to face in person for lunch. Her friend looked more vibrant than usual, as life was treating her good. They made small talk until Jamila said, “I heard something about you, that you aren’t single for the first time in forever.”

“Oh really?”

Jamila looked at her best friend. “You’re dating Mayo boy.”

“What?!?” Perplexed, Nina stared at Jamila while Jamila rolled her eyes. 

“Sidney Crosby is like Mayo. Super white. Damn, my dating habits really did rub off on you. Welcome to being a basic bitch like me.”

It was Nina’s turn to roll her eyes. “Stop being so fucking dramatic, Jamila Brown.”

“I was an actress, I’m supposed to be dramatic. Tell Mayo boy if he ever breaks your heart, I’ll kill and cremate whatever’s left of him after your father and brother are finished with him.”

“Are you really gonna nickname him that?”

Jamila smirked at Nina and Nina sighed. Shrugging elegantly, Jamila replied, “I’m a part of Philly sports Twitter. I got lots of other names I could call him.

“Be a bigger bitch, Mila.”

“He gets a better nickname when he lets you fully run his pockets. And don’t give me that look, don’t be afraid of being called a gold digger. They are probably calling you worse names. Make Mayo boy run that card up when he takes you on baecation. Once that happens, I’ll upgrade his nickname.”

Nina sighed as she looked at the menu. Jamila reached out and put her hand out, covering Nina’s menu. “You know I’m just playing, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about it now, let’s talk about Toyin’s wedding instead,” Nina murmured. 

It was Jamila’s turn to sigh. “I’m sorry, Nina. I’m sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn’t be taking out my bad mood on you. I hate men.”

“Not forgiven yet,” Nina snarked. 

Jamila looked pensive as she said, “I like this guy but I don’t want to admit I like him. He’s like too perfect, too nice, well not that nice. He actually gives a fuck.”

“Let me guess, you’re scared and about to do something super stupid,” Nina dryly replied.

Jamila gave Nina a shocked look before she slumped in her chair. “I don’t want to,” she pouted. 

Nina reasoned, “Then don’t. Just ride it out for once.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jamila replied. 

Nina shrugged as her phone buzzed. It was a message from Sid, well really just a picture of him sweaty post-practice. Nina left him on read, she would get him back later for that. “Stop being stupid, and stop self-sabotaging.”

Jamila rolled her eyes as she ate her food. After swallowing, she arched an eyebrow. “Mayo boy sent you a message?”

“Yeah, but I’m focusing on you. I’ll see him next week… and his parents.”

“This is going fast,” Jamila commented. 

Nina bit her lip before saying, “I guess he had to wait eighty-four years, I mean five years, so he’s going to take advantage while they are in town.”

“Interesting.”

Nina pointed out, “At least I’m giving my relationships a chance, unlike you.”

“Fuck you.” 

Jamila gave Nina an exaggerated nasty look as Nina quipped, “I’m strictly dickly, bitch.”

The conversation switched to safer topics. However, throughout the wedding weekend, Nina had the thought in the back of her mind that maybe things were going a bit too fast. 

**

“Well, Taylor says she likes her. I checked out her instagram account and she doesn’t even mention you. Lots of nice vacation pictures though.”

Sidney looked at his mom from across the table. Trina had a pensive look on her face. Troy raised his eyebrows before leaning back in his chair. 

Sidney reasoned, “I want you two to meet her. Give her a chance. Nina is amazing, I’m lucky that she even likes me.”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you’re Sidney Crosby,” Trina scoffed. 

Sidney shrugged. “Nina’s a PhD student and everything. It hasn’t been easy for her either.”

“Interesting,” Trina said. 

Nina herself was feeling extra nervous. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet Sidney’s parents, especially after having to turn in a huge paper and part of her thesis to her advisor. But, as she shook her head and smoothed down her shirt, they were in town and she was going to try to make her best impression.

Midway through dinner, Nina began to wish she was somewhere else on this Friday night. While Troy, Sidney’s dad, seemed nice, it felt like Trina was judging every single thing she did. Every reply Trina made to Nina’s questions was in a dry voice, as if it was boring her. Nina felt a bit discouraged. Sidney obviously loved his parents but it felt like his mother didn’t like her. 

On the other hand, Trina felt like Nina was looking down on them. It seemed like she was mentioning her PhD program, her thesis, like she was too smart for them and her boy. Trina sipped her water as there was a pause. She didn’t know about this girl but at least, every time she looked at Sidney, Trina could see the stars and hearts in her eyes.

Nina looked at Sidney, her palms sweating. She didn’t know what to say as she looked down at her plate. Her appetite was gone. Sidney, himself, didn’t really notice anything as he answered his father’s questions about the beginning of the season. Then Troy turned to Nina. 

“So what do you plan to do now that you’re with Sidney,” Troy casually asked.

Nina replied, “I have about two more years left before I finish earning my PhD. I plan to continue to work and I may teach a class or two.”

“You still plan to work,” Trina asked.

Nina nodded. “Yes. I love what I do and I’m not wasting my degrees.”

“Why do you want to work?”

Nina could tell that Trina intended that question to be light but Nina could still feel the claws. She was tired of this passive-aggressive bullshit and ready to curse her out. But Nina couldn’t so she measured her words carefully. “I did four years of undergrad, three years of school for my doctors in physical therapy, and I will do four more years for my doctorate. Why would I stop working after earning my degrees?”

Trina paused; she had expected some trite, suck-up answer. But it seemed like Nina was serious. “I would think that if you were with my son, you’d rather not work.”

“I’m not built to be a housewife.” Nina laughed. “I love what I do and if I’m expected to stop for Sidney, then maybe I need to reevaluate some things.”

Trina felt like she lost control of this conversation. All she wanted was to see what kind of user her boy’s dream girl was. Now, she had the feeling that her son was going to get dumped and it was going to be her fault.

Sidney laughed. “I don’t expect you to be a housewife. You would be so bored if you were.”

Nina flashed Sidney a quick grin before adding, “Nathalie has let me know the responsibilities though. I’ve done lots of volunteer and charity work over the years so that isn’t new at all. I’m excited about the toy drive, I remember when my parents just got out of the army and cash was tight. I got my favorite doll as a kid from a toy drive.”

“That’s nice,” Trina said. Maybe this Nina girl wasn’t completely stuck up, she thought as the night continued. After a couple of hours, Nina said her goodbyes. It was getting late and she was spending the morning taking her little sister to volleyball practice. After she left, Trina let out a sigh as Sidney turned to her.

“You have to lay off on Nina, Mom.”

Trina turned to look at her son. Sidney was giving her his most serious look and she sighed. 

“I like her but I don’t know if she’s the one for you, Sid. It seems like she’s one step from leaving you,” Trina said. “I don’t see her sticking with you if things go bad.”

“Just because she plans to work?” 

Sidney gave his mother an assessing look. He knew she meant well but this wasn’t for her to decide. “This isn’t your problem.”

“Fine, I like that she has her own life. She’s not obsessed with you and she plans to be her own person,” Trina conceded. “But she’s different.”

He knew this was going to be hard, asking his mom to back off but Sidney knew he had to do it. Nina hadn’t said anything last night but Sidney could sense that she was tired of how his mother was acting. Sidney also knew that if Nina decided to cut ties, it would be completely over. Sidney started, “Compared to Nina, I’m a dumb hockey player. But what I have with her, I’ve never found with anyone else. If you have a problem with that, that’s you. But be civil to Nina.”

“Really, Sidney Patrick Crosby,” Trina said, incredulous. But the look on her son’s face was something she had never seen before. Even though she didn’t believe her son would really pick any woman over her, a voice at the back of her mind told her that if Sidney ever did, this would be the woman he’d pick over her.

**

It was Saturday night and Nina pasted another smile on her face. If Trina got snide again, Nina didn’t know if she could be nice about it. But at least they were in public. As they sat down for dinner, a couple of guys came up. Sidney and his family had perfect PR smiles but the guys stopped in front of Nina.

“Hey, aren’t you Jason Jackson’s sister?”

Nina grinned. “Yes.”

“Why did he have to have such a great game against Pitt today? He killed them,” one of the guys said.

Nina shrugged. “Pitt should play better defense.”

After the guys left, Troy asked, “your brother plays college football?”

“Yup. He was the top prospect in Pennsylvania last season. Games on tv and everything.”

“I didn’t know that,” Sidney murmured.

Nina giggled as she replied, “All you do is eat, sleep, and breathe hockey.”

Sidney blushed as everyone laughed at that statement. However, through the night, more people came by the table to give Nina props for her brother’s monster game than to try to get a glimpse of Sidney. Jason had 184 yards receiving and 2 TDs for UNC today and there was already buzz about Jason being on the fast track to the NFL. During a lull, Trina stated, “You must get asked about your brother a lot.”

“I’m used to it. Once ESPN comes to your brother’s games when he was a sophomore in high school, you have to get used to it,” Nina said with a shrug. “I’m old enough that it really doesn’t bother me.”

“How does your brother deal with it,” Sidney asked, curious as he remembered some of his early experiences with fame. 

Nina replied, “College football is a different beast than the pros. So, he’s on scholarship and his days are pretty much regimented with meetings, practice, classes, more meetings, video study. I ran track when I was in undergrad so my experience was slightly similar. Main difference is that Jase gets paid for his likeness in video games now and a percentage of any jersey sales with his name and number.”

“You ran track,” Troy asked. Unlike his wife, he felt a bit more open towards Nina. It was obvious that she didn’t need Sidney for anything and Troy could see that his son was able to relax in a way with Nina that he hadn’t been able to relax with a woman before. 

“I had a partial scholarship. I ran the 4x100 relay and the 100 meters. I didn’t have the athletic ability to race for a living but I did decent,” Nina stated, feeling a bit shy. It had been a long time since she even talked about her track career. “I was state champ my senior year and my team won silver at the Penn Relays my sophomore and junior years of college. Now, I just run to stay in shape.”

“Wow,” Sidney said, impressed. “Sounds like you loved it though.”

Nina flashed Sidney a grin. “I did, I love running. What most people forget is that you can’t just run for health, you have to run and do strength training and yoga or Pilates.” 

“Have you been to any of your brother’s games,” Troy asked. “Seems like they are doing well.”

Nina replied, “We went to the season opener. I will never go to North Carolina in August ever again if I can help it. I’m going to their game next weekend at Virginia Tech. We’ll probably go to the bowl game since my little sister will be off school that week.”

“Seems like you stay busy,” Trina mused. 

Nina couldn’t help a little glare as she managed to say without malice, “I plan my calendar in advance.”

Trina said, “That sounds good. You have a life outside of everything.”

“And I will continue to have a life outside of everything,” Nina said with a syrup-sweet smile.

**

Nina quietly washed her hands, glancing up to the mirror. Trina was looking down on her hands as she washed hers. Tentatively, Nina asked, “Are you having a good time on this trip?”

“I enjoyed the Moms’ trip,” Trina replied. 

Nina looked down at her hands as she dried them. This was so awkward and she wanted to cry. 

“Sidney Crosby is here, and so are his parents,” somebody exclaimed just outside the ladies bathroom. Trina and Nina both shared a look until another person said, “And his n-word girlfriend is here with them too.”

Nina opened her mouth but Trina put up a finger. The second person continued, “His mom doesn't look too happy with that black girl. Maybe you could get a chance, finally.”

The door opener and the two women came in, laughing. The laughter stopped when those women saw Nina and Trina. 

“You don’t have to worry about getting a chance with my son because there’s no way I’d let him be with someone like you when he’s with a lady like Nina,” Trina stated. 

The two women shared a look but Trina stared them down until they left. Nina let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “No wonder my son is always saying that it hasn’t been easy for you,” Trina offered. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get kicked out.”

Nina sniffled as she said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard it in person. It’s usually nasty messages online. I really, really hate it. But I guess I’m going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life.”

Impulsively, Trina reached out and grabbed Nina’s hand. “From the way that my son looks at you, nasty women like those will just have to be angry forever.”

Nina giggled as they shared a look. It felt like there was a truce and she was going to take it. After Trina talked to the manager and got those women booted, Nina definitely felt like there was definitely a truce.

**

“Don’t take anything seriously. If they don’t like you, they’ll say absolutely nothing to you. If they make jokes, they like you.”

Two weeks after meeting Sid’s family, it was his turn to meet Nina’s family. The team was home for American Thanksgiving and they didn’t have a game until Friday evening this year. So Sidney was going with Nina to meet her extended family. He was feeling extra nervous and desperate to make a good impression. 

Sidney grimaced as Nina giggled. “Plus, it’s Aryanna’s birthday so they won’t be too mean. I think.”

“Anything else I need to worry about,” Sidney asked. 

Nina reached out over the console and touched Sidney’s hand. “Relax, it’s not a game. You can’t lose.”

“But, I want them-”

Cutting Sidney off, Nina said, “I know, you want them to like you. So be the dork that you are instead of faking like you aren’t a dork.”

Sidney felt a bit insulted but Nina gave him a dazzling smile. “I like it when you’re being dorky, anyway.”

**

Sidney tried hard to follow Nina’s advice. There were so many people that he couldn’t keep them all straight so he focused on making sure he remembered the names of the older people in Nina’s family. There was Mawmaw, the family matriarch, Tracey and Vernon, Nina’s parents, Aunt Tasha who baked the sweet potato pie that he was having his third slice of, Aunt Dee, Uncle Tony, and Uncle Bashir. All of the cousins kinda blurred together but Sidney figured he’d learn their names quickly. 

Overall, he felt like everything was going well. Sidney answered everyone’s questions and he guessed his answers were good since one of Nina’s older cousins told him his new nickname was White Boy. Nina had snickered while some of the younger ones giggled. Right now, Sidney was talking to Aunt Tasha. “What would it take to get you to bake me a pie of my own,” Sidney asked. 

Tasha laughed while Tracey smirked. Tracey interjected, “Oh no, Tasha gonna be bragging about this forever. ‘Guess who came to Thanksgiving and loved my sweet potato pie? Sidney Crosby loved my sweet potato pie.’ She will never shut up!”

“Don’t be mad that you can’t bake a pie as good as me, Tracey,” Tasha chided, laughing. “Nina makes a better pie than both of us but that girl don’t wanna cook.”

Tracey smirked when she saw the look on Sidney’s face. “Oh no, Tash, now this boy gonna be begging my daughter to make him a pie.”

Everyone laughed as Nina was in a different room. Mawmaw chided, “I’m happy that one of my family don’t got to be in the kitchen like that. I wish I could’ve been the same at her age.”

Sidney decided to scroll his phone as the older women began to argue. Then he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“White boy, you wanna play spades?”

Sidney looked at this cousin of Nina. He was sitting at a table with Vernon, one of her aunts, and another cousin. “No,” he replied, shaking his head. 

The cousin got a devious grin on his face. “It’s easy, you should play for Shantara, she can’t play for shit.”

Sidney’s competitive instinct told him it was a bad idea. And from the way Vernon was eyeing him, Sidney knew he was right for shaking his head. “Nope. I’ll learn by watching.”

“Nina’s white boy smart,” Aunt Tasha hollered. “You play spades and renege, boy, someone about to go for those knees.”

“Stop torturing, Sid, Deonte,” Nina scolded as she sat in Sidney’s lap. “At least wait til the second visit before hazing him over spades.”

“I like this boy, Nini. Keep him, he’s betta than that last boy you brought here, bless his heart. Didn’t know how to talk to people,” Mawmaw advised. 

Nina wanted to die as the rest of her family snickered. Holidays: the time of the year where your greatest fuckups get rehashed for shits and giggles. 

Nafis snorted. “What’s his name... it wasn’t that Ron boy, was it? Naw, it was James’s old friend, Jordan. We all knew he wasn’t shit, I mean, nothing, when he made Tommy mad.”

Nina winced as remembered that. Tommy was one of the sweetest guys and hard to rile up, but anyone who could make cousin Tommy mad was a douchebag. 

“Her pets like him. Tess curls in his lap and Steely lets him pet him,” Vernon said. 

Everyone stared at Sidney, eyes wide. Stuttering, Aunt Tasha said, “T-t-that cat and d-dog hate every damn body other than Nini and her family. I be damned.”

Mawmaw laughed.

The rest of the dinner went without incident. But at a quiet moment, Vernon pulled Sidney from the group to a quiet spot in the yard. It was late November in Western Pennsylvania so no one else was there. 

Vernon Jackson had seen more of his fair share of crap in his life. Growing up in Ward 8 of D.C., Vernon had dodged dealers, hustlers, stick-up kids, etc. to survive. His grades weren’t great so Vernon went into the army to ensure that he escaped. Through being deployed in the Gulf War then to Mogadishu, Vernon had done his best to make sure that all his children had more than he did growing up. 

Now, his sweettart, his eldest, his sweet girl, Nina was grown. She had done more than he and Tracey combined. But looking at the man he was sure his daughter was in love with, Vernon began to wonder if he made a mistake. 

Oh, it was obvious that Sidney Crosby was in love with his daughter. But the feelings of love could fade and given his history, Vernon couldn’t trust that Crosby would do the right thing. 

So as a loving father, Vernon pulled Sidney to the side. “I just wanted to ask you something important before I give my blessing to this.”

“Yes, sir,” Sidney responded. 

“You know your children will be considered Black?”

Vernon watched Sidney’s face after asking that question. Lust and infatuation was nice but this was his little girl. The last thing he wanted was his daughter hurt because she fell for someone not just clueless but maliciously clueless about race. 

Sidney quietly replied, “I know. People will see them as Black and will think the worst of them first.”

Not bad, Vernon thought. He expected a colorblind response.

Then he heard Nina call out, “Dad? Sid? We are about to cut the cake!”

Vernon and Sid both grimaced but for different reasons. Vernon because he couldn’t really have cake because of his diabetes, Sid because cake wasn’t on his meal plan. Vernon told Sidney, “before you start making plans for rings, you need to start thinking about how you are going to start speaking up about race. Think about that.”

**

Sidney kept Vernon’s words in his mind through the week. Trina had told him what happened in the bathroom that night but Nina told him that his mom had handled it for her. But as he waited for Nina to open her door, Sidney couldn’t help but think what he could do to avoid situations like that from happening for Nina. But words failed as Nina opened the door and gave him a shy smile. 

“Hi pretty girl,” Sidney drawled as he walked in, closing the door. He hung up his coat on her coat rack before sitting on Nina’s couch.

“I missed you daddy”

“Missed you, pretty girl. Did you have fun?”

Nina straddled Sid’s thigh and replied, “it was a good time even though UNC lost. The VT campus is beautiful. How was the road trip?”

Sid laughed as Nina played with his hair. “It went well but Geno got hurt. He’ll be out for two weeks.”

“That sucks.”

Sidney hummed his assent as he wrapped an arm around Nina’s waist. He missed his pretty girl and it seemed like she missed him too. They sat there together for several quiet moments before Nina whispered, “I really missed you, daddy. It’s been too long.”

Sidney gave Nina a slow smile as she began to grind on his thigh. He felt the same way as he kissed Nina, soft and slow. Then as they broke apart, the sensual haze on Nina’s face turned into horror.  “God damn it,” she muttered. 

Sidney frantically asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I just felt my period show up, three days early,” Nina said, rubbing her temples. Her period was cock-blocking her after a couple weeks of no dick and she wanted to die. “I just felt cramps and as much as I’d like to slide to my knees and suck you off, it won’t happen tonight.”

Nina groaned as she closed her eyes, head down. Sidney just started to laugh. 

“Cmon, pretty girl. Let’s just watch movies tonight.”

“Movies sound good,” Nina replied, “I just refuse to watch Friends, ever.”

Sidney giggle-honked as Nina moved from straddling his thigh to curling into his lap. 

[axther]

every second i get

in which Midoriya is forced to deal with his friends trying to get him and his crush together. 

for @patt-writes-stuff

Midoriya tried not to make regrets. 

This might’ve sounded strange, maybe obvious. But he took chances when he had them. He took the leap, hurtled off edges that others might’ve been worried about because he was finally able to do what he always wanted to. He put a thousand percent into everything he did. 

But this? This was some bullshit. 

Recently, as an example of goodwill, U.A. took in several exchange students from other countries. They were all valuable and magnificent in their own right, with talents that Midoriya could only awe at. One had the ability to rewind time under a full moon. Another could breathe underwater. 

But most of all, one could read minds. 

YN LN rarely used it, but it was said that there was a villain attack back at her own school, and she defeated them by only spamming their mind with cringy, outdated Ugandan Knuckles memes. It was funny, of course, but also incredibly powerful. Some mentioned that she was in the same boat as Shinsou, but she seemed to take it much better than he did. 

Oh, and she was cute. Really cute. 

Midoriya would catch peeks of her in the hallways, waltzing to her class with her books close to her and her eyes shining in the afternoon light. She always seemed to have someone at her side, talking softly with them, or maybe laughing loudly. But she was popular, kind, and strong.

Everything that Midoriya felt he wasn’t. 

Of course, he had friends. His quirk was certainly useful, though it had it’s drawbacks. But she was gentle and sweet. Even Bakugou tolerated her and didn’t give her a nasty nickname, which was definitely new. 

So when Mina waltzed up to him with a sneaky grin, he was worried. 

“Heyyyyy, Deku!” She tittiered, leaning on him in a way that was more than friendly but less than flirting. “You like YN, right?” 

“H-huh?!” Midoriya flushed bright red, flailing his arms comically as if to fend off the accusation. “N-no! I mean, she’s really nice b-but I totally don’t have a crush on her and I don’t want-er, really need to dater her, I mean if she asked I would say yes but I don’t have a crush and it’s really not-!” “We get the idea, loverboy.” Mina cut Midoriya off before he could ramble any more, and turned him around to see Sero talking with Denki and Todoroki. “Sero’s gonna have a party tonight. And guess who’s gonna be there~?” “Y-YN?” Midoriya’s flush went down, but barely. 

“You got it! All the transfer are going to be there, and we’re going to rope her into a game of truth or dare!” Mina cheered, but Midoriya recoiled. 

“Wait! What?!” “Yeah! And you’ll get to find out if she has a crush on you!” “What?!” Midoriya leapt away from her, bright red again, and gasping. “That’s-!” “We’re fuckin tired of seeing you pine, asshole.” Bakugou bit from his seat. “Either get your shit broken or date her. I don’t give a fuck.” “Oh, don’t lie like that!” Mina chastised him and swatted at his head, making him growl in response. “He does care! It was his idea!” “Shut the fuck up!” 

Midoriya felt nervousness crawl up his spine, a chill settling in his heart. What if he got publicly rejected? Oh god! What if she said she liked him? How would he react? Would he hug her? Thank her and bow? Kiss her, even? Oh my god! Kiss her?! What kind of response is that?! 

His mind was on overdrive, thinking in all caps and screaming at the top of his proverbial lungs. All sorts of scenarios played through his head, most of which were not meant for public consumption. It was pure chaos until he realised he was being shaken by Tsuyu grabbing his shoulders. It made his head roll around until he came to. “O-oh! Tsu! Sorry!” “It’s okay, kero.” She let go, pointing at her chin. “If this is how you act now, I wanna see how you act with YN in the same room.” “S-same...room…” “Shit, it’s happening again! Someone! Stop him!” 

Midoriya was a foot away from her. 

They were sitting on the couch together, with Denki between the two of them. The room felt like it was filled with lava; bubbling, hot, and too full. Every other second was spent glancing at YN, who was preoccupied with a game of twister that Jirou and Bakugou were fully absorbed in. They were practically doing aerobatics, growling at each other in a refusal to step down. The tension was climbing until one of Jirou’s ear jacks conveniently got under Bakugou’s hand and made him slip. It was almost artistic how she still stood where he fell, but in the end, Bakugou lost, and most of the class was willing to overlook the foul. 

And then came the dreaded truth or dare. 

For whatever reason, Sero brought a bottle, but spin the bottle was quickly shut down once everyone realised they would have to tape Mineta to the upside of the ceiling. They chose to tape him anyway, which led to some confusion on what they were going to play, but it remained truth or dare. 

The first to go was Ochako, who dared Tsuyu to smack Kirishima with her tongue. She did so and almost knocked him out, but he assured her he was fine and the game went on. Late into the night, borderline dangerous dares (“Hey, Bakugou, can you explode in your mouth?”) and embarrassing truths (like the time Todoroki froze over his own underwear and used Midoriya’s All Might underwear, which Midoriya found more mortifying than Todoroki did) were traded around, until it landed on YN for the first time all night. 

“Eh, YN.” Ochako murmured past the thirteen marshmallows in her mouth. “Do you hath a cruth on nnieeone?” “Huh?” YN tilted her head, crossing her legs with a bit of sass. “Now, isn’t that a bit…?” “Nobe!” Ochako chirped, her face splitting into a grin. “Anthwer!” “Ocha…” YN extended her hand, sighing. “I, well…” “You tho! You tho!” Ochako cheered. Midoriya didn’t realise he was on the edge of his seat until he almost fell off. “Thay it!” “Well, maybe…” She pursed his lips. “I can tell you he’s in this room.” Midoriya’s heart skyrocketed. In this room!? There was only him, and Bakugou, and Todoroki, Sero, Denki, Mineta, and Shoki and Tokoyami, Aoyama, Iida, Ojirou, Kirishima, Koda, Sato… Midoriya’s hopes plummetted. It didn’t narrow it down by a lot. 

“Yeah?! Who?! Who?!” “He has...a darker palette?” YN tapped a finger to her chin, trying to dance around the question. It cancelled out Denki, Bakugou, Todoroki, Sato, Ojirou, Aoyama, Koda, and kind of Kirishima if Midoriya squinted. 

“And he’s really smart, and does really well in class.” That definitely outs Kirishima and Sero. Ojiro, Koda, Tokoyami, Aoyama, and Shoji weren’t exceptional in class, either. So all that was left was…

Midoriya’s brain stopped. It stopped fully in its tracks. 

All it left was him. 

It was like he did a mental stutter, the couch feeling like a rock and his hands feeling far too sweaty for his liking. He wiped them on his jeans, but they seemed to be just as sweaty as before. He swallowed. He slicked back his hair a bit. His eyes wandered. Every second felt far too long. 

“That’s not enough, YN.” Mina whined, tipping back so she was laying on the floor. “You have to tell tell us!” “Nah.” She reclined into her hand with a soft smile, blinking slowly. She seemed satisfied, despite the other girl’s begging for more information. Midoriya coughed into his fist, trying to regain his sensibility before slowly rising. 

“I, uh, I’m gonna head to bed!” “Whaaaatttt?” Mina crooned, leaning forward. “Why? Not even Bakugou has gone to bed yet.” 

“Shut up!” “I’m just tired,” Midoriya rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, trying to edge away. Before he could, though, YN rose up and took a deep breath. 

“I’m going to bed, too.” She smiled, nodding her head. “We need to get sleep while we can, right?” “Ughhhhhh,” Ochako groaned, finally swallowing the marshmallows. “Fine. But it won’t be the same!” 

“That sounds like a you problem.” YN sassed before walking past Midoriya, glancing at him when she passed. It was as intimidating and romantic as eye contact could be, and made his knees grow weak. 

“R-right.” Midoriya said, though no one asked him anything. “Sure.” “Huh? Dude, are you okay?” Kirishima leans over, but Midoriya just shakes his head as he watches YN walk away. “Y-Yeah!” He juts his thumb towards the hallway, wondering how long leaving was going to take. “I’m just...gonna go.” Before anyone else could say anything, he booked it until he turned the corner and was out of sight. He was panting, but less out of the running than it was nervousness. He kept looking behind him, like he was expecting one of his classmates to come barrelling at him. He turned a second corner, only to bump directly into YN. She had been standing, waiting there for him, with a deep stare. “Hey, Izuku.” 

Midoriya jumped, nearly hopping out of his skin at her gentle, quiet tone. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were bearing into him. 

“O-Oh! YN! Hi! Hey! I mean, uh, I thought you were going to bed.” He started backing away slowly until his back hit the wall. “Yeah. But I wanted to talk to you.” YN brought her arms up and promptly slammed them on either side of Midoriya’s shoulders, effectively trapping him between her and the wall. “You’re bright red.” “R-really?!” His eyes looked everywhere and nowhere, speeding around until they landed on her. Her brow was furrowed and her nose was scrunched. 

“Yeah. Say...do you have a crush on anyone?” She leaned in, eyes glancing down onto his lips before flickering back up. 

“M-maybe!” He squeaked, desperately trying to figure out how he should respond. Everything about this was something out of a manga, not real life. 

“You know…” YN leaned in again, this time not only looking at his lips but keeping her eyes on them. "I've never wanted to kiss anyone as much as I want to kiss you."

Midoriya felt his face flush again, then go cold, then flush redder than before. It was a constant rapture that seized him, lifting him up higher than he could ever consider. 

“What?!” He yelped once his mind caught up with what was going on. “Shh!” She hissed, putting a finger over her lips, which looked very cute. “You don’t want the whole dorm knowing, do you?” 

“Oh…” Midoriya wasn’t sure if he did want everyone to know, but YN kabedonning him made his brain keep on stuttering like a broken record. 

“Hey…” For a second, there was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. “Do you like me? All the girls say you do, but still…” 

“Yes!” Midoriya nearly shouted, jumping and almost bonking heads with YN. “Yes, yes, yes!” 

“Wait, really?” YN leaned back, surprise on her face. “I thought I was going to scare you off, or something.” 

“Not at all!” Midoriya started waving his hands, a happy flush growing on his face. 

“Then...do you wanna date?” “Yeah. “ He sighed softly. His eyes were wide and his heart felt like it had soared to the moon. The moment was pure ecstasy, and he couldn’t come down from this high.

“I would love that.” 

[dannypuro]

You said your askbox was open so!! From Something Telling I am very invested in the mutual pining of Feuilly and Baz and just that individually they were like. Whispering their feels to their friends. I am parched for any details of. Them. If you are amenable. BYE <3

YOU!!! YOU UNDERSTAND!!!! YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL ASKS AND GIANT COMMENTS UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANT PARTS OF SOMETHING TELLING ma’am i owe you my life. i adore you. and yes, without further ado... A Very Long Post about the boys.

feuilly moves into bahorel’s apartment building when he first moves to france, like, five or six years before the start of Something Telling. and he doesn’t speak a lot of french at ALL, at first, because he wasn’t expecting to move, but he got an opportunity with a gallery kind of last minute and he only had time to panic and duolingo it up a little bit. but he moves into baz’s apartment building, all the way up in the tiny attic apartment, and he doesn’t hire any movers because he’s broke, and that would be fine, except the elevator breaks sometime between when he goes out to find some furniture and when he gets said furniture delivered to outside the building. and now he has to figure out how to get this stupid second-hand couch up five flights of stairs and he doesn’t even know anyone in the country he can call for help. 

cue bahorel, coming back from the gym and all sweaty and gross. (nasty.) and he’s never seen feuilly before, but he is CERTAINLY seeing him now. 👁👁. and they have an awkward little conversation--all “hey, dude, do you, like, need a hand?” and poor feuilly desperately trying to remember his duolingo to figure out what the fuck this hot guy is saying to him. bahorel is instantly enamored--feuilly is fucking pretty, okay, and he’s funny and his accent is cute and baz just fucking knows feuilly’s smarter than him and he’s so fucking into it. just. he’s so into him.

and the thing is, baz is pretty sure feuilly’s maybe into him, too--he helps him drag the couch up the stairs, and they make conversation, and he thinks that he’s flirting, a little, and he’s definitely ogling baz up a bit. and, like, yeah, sure--he knows he’s hot, and feuilly’s smoking hot, in an overworked, tired, starving artist way, so... yeah. he’s totally gonna sleep with his brand-new hot neighbor.

only, then they start talking about why feuilly’s moving into the building--he tells baz that he’s new to paris, new to france, and he doesn’t know anybody, doesn’t even really speak french, and he moved for work but he doesn’t really know what he’ll do outside of that, and he’s just so! fucking! charming! and smart! and baz is like. right. well. 🥺, dude. 

they get up to feuilly’s apartment (and HOOOO, feuilly’s pretty strong, actually 👁👁 wow 👁👁 what a coincidence bahorel is shredded as well👁👁 maybe we can hook up and be shredded together👁👁) and set the couch down. and bahorel looks around his empty little attic apartment and takes in his nearly-empty kitchen and his one beautiful houseplant in the middle of the room, because that’s where the most light is, and he can’t just LEAVE. not when feuilly doesn’t have any friends. feuilly’s awesome, baz already knows it! he should meet baz’s awesome friends!

only, feuilly’s kind of- feuilly’s kind of leaning in, a bit, and bahorel has hooked up with enough dudes to know when someone’s putting on the moves. and he’s SO into it, and he almost just kisses him, almost hooks up with him on the couch that they just hauled up five flights of stairs together, only-

only, if feuilly’s a one-night stand, he won’t want to meet baz’s awesome friends, and he seems so lonely. so bahorel takes one for the team. and instead of leaning in to make out with the hottest dude he’s ever met, he’s just like HEY MY FRIENDS ARE HAVING A GET-TOGETHER TONIGHT WANNA COME YOU CAN MEET THEM THEY’RE SUPER NICE AND COOL. (oh, god, he really hopes feuilly wants to.)

feuilly’s a little taken aback, for obvious reasons, but- but he does want to meet bahorel’s friends, and mostly, he wants to spend some more time with bahorel, and it’s a shame that he wasn’t reading the room right when he thought baz was into him, but, well, you can’t have everything. maybe he can’t get laid by his super-hot neighbor, but hey, if he can meet some people who don’t mind that he doesn’t actually speak french yet, and if he can get to know bahorel a little better, he’ll take it.

feuilly goes to the party. jehan adores him, obviously. feuilly doesn’t, like... get what’s up with them, yet, since he didn’t watch french media growing up and therefore missed all of their child-stardom, but he likes them just fine, anyways. jehan’s like 20 and is blazed out of their mind and is having a medieval phase (one of many). feuilly is confused, but also within 90 minutes realizes that he would INSTANTLY throw hands with ANYONE if it was for jehan’s sake. so. 

jehan’s all like “go talk to grantaire! he knows all sorts of things about art! he’s working on painting me naked!” so feuilly goes to talk to the lump in the corner but like. listen. grantaire’s having a hard time. he doesn’t make an awesome first impression. not awful, just... he’s having a hard time. feuilly gets it. they become better friends a little later, mostly because bahorel keeps dragging feuilly around with him whenever he’s free. (not like feuilly minds)

but feuilly doesn’t make a move on bahorel again. because he must have misread the situation, right? otherwise they would have fucked. they’d BE fucking. too bad bahorel doesn’t like him like that. oh, well, at least they’re friends!

bahorel DOES like him like that. duh. feuilly’s awesome. but he hasn’t made a move on bahorel since that first afternoon. he’s probably just not that into bahorel, past the one-night-stand type stuff. oh, well, at least they’re friends!

life goes on. they hang out a lot. like, a LOT. they’re totally each other’s best friends. feuilly learns more french. (baz is actually super relieved when he can’t quite manage to get rid of the accent, even though he would never say so, because that would hurt feuilly’s feelings. baz tries not to act like a dick around feuilly, even though he kind of is one around other people, sometimes. he just... wants feuilly to like him.) feuilly gets absorbed into the group. he picks up another job, in addition to the work he’s doing for the gallery, and he’s making a little more money, which is good for both of them, because feuilly can afford meals that aren’t mostly rice, sometimes, and bahorel doesn’t have to spend all day every day wondering how he’s going to be able to get feuilly to let him pay for his food this time around. (if they were dating, baz thinks, if they were dating, he could take feuilly out for dinner and pay for it and pay for the wine and for the dessert, too, and feuilly wouldn’t be able to give him that look he shoots him whenever baz “accidentally” orders the wrong dish from the thai place down the road, so what if it always happens to be feuilly’s favorite, shut up, man, it’s a coincidence)

but feuilly’s making more money, so he decides to move out of his shitty attic apartment, because it kind of sucks, and it’s miniscule, and he’s an adult, damn it. he finds a new place that is marginally larger and marginally less shitty, and it’s not even that far away, just a couple blocks, and he tells baz he’ll be moving when his lease is up that year. 

bahorel just wants to beg him to move in with him, but he only has the one bedroom, and feuilly’s not his fucking boyfriend. so he helps feuilly move, because he’s a good buddy, and he gets hammered with grantaire, after, because grantaire is lonely for someone he hasn’t met yet and bahorel is terrified that feuilly isn’t going to want to hang out with him now that they aren’t neighbors anymore. 

feuilly, meanwhile, is across town at grantaire’s apartment (sans grantaire) getting blazed with jehan because he’s terrified that bahorel isn’t going to want to hang out with him now that they aren’t neighbors anymore. (jehan’s all 🥺You Are Always Welcome At My Humble Abode🥺 and feuilly’s very touched but he’s pretty sure he’s totally in love with bahorel and he’s scared and he’s also not sure that jehan even pays rent. so.)

they totally keep hanging out. obviously. (maybe a little bit less than they used to, but if baz thinks about that he’ll fucking cry.) bahorel feels a little bit like his heart is going to break, which is totally lame and which was not the plan when he agreed to help move a couch three years earlier. it’s just... there’s nobody like feuilly. there’s nobody even CLOSE to being like feuilly. and feuilly doesn’t like him. and so he spends a lot of time at grantaire’s place, and jehan finally gets their own apartment, so he’s free to cry into grantaire’s shoulder all he fucking wants.

feuilly goes on dates, sometimes. bahorel could totally treat him better than any of those dickheads. damn it.

bahorel hooks up with people, sometimes. feuilly could totally fuck him better than any of those dickheads. damn it.

and then grantaire gets a weird new roommate, or something. baz doesn’t know, fuck, nobody tells him jack shit. but he stops hearing from grantaire for a couple weeks, for the most part, and then he gets the party invite in the groupchat, and fuck, if there’s a housewarming party, he shall attend. feuilly mentions something to him about R’s new roomie being some philosopher, or something, but bahorel was kind of busy watching him fold up little origami flowers out of newspaper, so he missed all that. it’s cool, he’ll catch up.

apparently, grantaire’s roommate is from the 19th century. apparently, grantaire also has a massive fucking crush on him. huh.

when they first meet, feuilly and enjolras are kind of hilariously enamored by one another. not in a romantic way, just in a Very Intense Admiration type way. after they meet at the housewarming party, enjolras is like “I Must Find A Way To Speak With Feuilly Again, For He Is A Brilliant Mind And A Good Man” and combeferre is like... want me to invite him over? and enjy is like “No, I Must Pen Him A Letter. Yes. This Is A Good And Rational Plan.” (he spills coffee all over the letter right when he’s almost done and almost cries. ferre just invites feuilly over anyways.)

feuilly, of course, is freaking out about whether or not he can find a way to hang out with enjolras again. because! ahh!!! that’s François-Marie Enjolras, political revolutionary and philosopher!!!! feuilly’s read his essays like five times!!! what reason would he have to want to talk to feuilly? but also, like... he did want to talk to feuilly--at the party, he’d talked to feuilly for hours, and he’s so smart and a little funny and he’d listen to Feuilly go on and on about slavic history and he hadn’t looked bored once, and just- Ah!!!! and he’s trying to figure out if it would be weird if he asked enjolras if he’d want to meet over coffee when he gets combeferre’s text. (it’s something like, enjolras just composed a letter trying to ask you if you’d want to hang out with him do you want to come over before he uses up all of my printer paper? and then, also, don’t tell him i told you about the letter he’s kind of freaked about making a good impression) and feuilly’s just like. :o

and both grantaire and bahorel see enjolras and feuilly embarking on this sweet, awkward, smart person friendship and they’re like. Oh Shit. They’re In Love With Each Other. Shit. because of course feuilly would fall in love with enjolras--feuilly’s too smart for bahorel, anyways, baz has always known that, and it makes sense that he’d fall for someone who can keep up with him. and of course enjolras would fall in love with feuilly--feuilly is kind and super smart and he knows all sorts of things about modern philosophy and he’s hot, okay, and enjolras is too smart for grantaire, anyways. ugh. baz and R get hammered and cry about it together, but the shitty thing is that they can’t even be too angry, because it’s so obvious.

meanwhile, enjolras and feuilly are across town talking about their stupid crushes on their hot beefy friends. commiserating, yanno? feuilly’s all “sometimes i wish i just kissed him that first day i met him, sometimes i wish i hooked up with him at that party, maybe he would have started liking me after” and enjolras is all “why does he never wear shirts with SLEEVES, i do not know what to DO with myself!!!”

and then one day feuilly and baz are hanging out and baz is like “haha grantaire has the biggest crush on enjolras” (because he can’t keep a secret to save his life.) and feuilly’s like.... “grantaire likes enjolras?” and baz is like “uh YEAH dude. DUH” and feuilly’s like. “that can’t be right--enjolras told me grantaire doesn’t like him back” and baz is like... “bACK?” and then he’s like “WAIT ENJOLRAS DOESN’T LIKE YOU?” and feuilly is like... no?

they realize that their friends are idiots. and they try to help, really, they do--feuilly keeps suggesting that maybe, maybe, enjolras can’t know that grantaire doesn’t like him if he’s never actually asked, and he keeps pointing out things that grantaire does that nobody actually does if they’re not totally gone for somebody; bahorel is straight up just like “R bro enjolras wants to be your boy so bad” and R is like I Am Electing Not To Listen To You.

and then-

and then, they all go out to a bar together. they get hammered, etc. etc. and they’re laughing about how grantaire and enjolras are oblivious, how could they not know that they like each other, everybody keeps telling them to go for it, and then-

hold on.

hold on, because- because that’s what everybody tells bahorel about feuilly. that he should just go for it. that maybe it’s not as hopeless as he thinks. and feuilly’s just sitting there, and he’s so fucking pretty, sometimes, honestly, and bahorel loves him so much, and he’s drunk, and he can’t stand not knowing even a second longer. 

[silverrstarrr]

Sorry for such the big delay for chapter 2! Since this took some time, I made this chapter longer. As I said before: please be nice, this is my first fanfic. I would LOOOVEEE feedback or even tips to better my writing. I made a little playlist for you guys can listen to while reading. Please enjoy!

○Part lll- crumb

●Recently played- crumb

○Big sis- SALES

●Ghost-Machine girl(I'll put an ◇  when to play this song)

꒰ Nails ꒱ؘ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Chapter 2:

「6:30pm」

Horns honking left and right, men in suits exiting the train. Women sitting on benches holding their phones with their shoulder–typing away on a laptop. High school girls walking around in groups, giggling and smiling at one another. Obviously they were having a good conversations. Tourists and visitors checking out pastry displays, hands on their chins- undecided on what to get.'Tokyo sure is busy, huh.'  Y/n said to herself.

Y/n was currently strolling throughout the streets, glancing every now and then at food restaurants— trying to see what she was in the mood for.  Tapping her phone screen once again, she checked the time. In a thin helvetica font, the numbers "3:25" were written along with the words "pm" right next to it in a smaller font size. Dropping her hands down, her arms drooping right along- a sigh left her lips. She's been walking around for 15 minutes and still couldn't find what she wanted to eat. She stopped by a bakery, checking out what they had to offer, didn't really liked what she saw and left. Then went to a classic sushi restaurant— that also served Ramen. Once again, she turned her head and walked out of door. From there, she just began going back and forth through restaurants— which leads her to right now. She went deeper into the city, wandering further away from the school's location. To be honest, the whole mission even slipped her mind- she had a new job now: finding where the fuck to eat. Being really the indecisive person she was, this whole thing took another hour. Yeah...a whole HOUR.

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At last, the woman was finally making her to an empty table carrying a black tray, filled with her meal order. Placing her order on the beautiful round tan wooden table, she pulls out the chair tucked under—sitting herself down. Y/n glanced down at her food and honestly, it looked good as hell. Kinda reminded her of how those anime food gifs looked like that you search up on Google. What was her food choice? Well, it was Ramen:

I know, I know- early she said she wasn't in the mood for Ramen but shut up! People can change and y/n's appetite craving sure did.

Picking up the pair of wooden chopsticks with her right, slowly watching as the steam from the noodles rised up only to disappear within the air—y/n began to eat her meal. Grasping the thin long lines of unleavened wheat dough between her chopsticks, she silently blew on before placing them into her mouth. Using her left hand, she grabbed the chirirenge—dipping it into the bowl, scooping up a spoonful of the well seasoned broth. Y/n brought her left to her lips and slowly drunk the liquid. She continued eating, placing the tender mushrooms into her mouth, savoring the flavor. Taking more sips of the broth with her chirirenge, her right hand going to her bowl again to grab a piece of sliced meat then taking another chomp. She was enjoying this a little more than she should but so what? She deserved it. Still,  time was going by pretty fast actually and she still yet to remember her mission.

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Three hours have now passed since "3:25pm". Y/n was now finishing up her glass of water, as a waitress came to pick up the empty bowl along with the tray. Grabbing her phone, she made her way out of the door. It was now 6pm. It was less crowded now, but since it wasn't dark yet, people were still around checking out the city. It was the beginning of summer after all.

Y/n was now walking down the streets of Tokyo, before she head back—she wanted to stop by the convenience store to get a few things. Taking a sharp turn to the left, then pushing through a sea full of people— she made it to her destination. The convenience store. At this moment, y/n was ready to take in on her indulges of just buying snacks like crazy. She barley had enough time to eat a proper meal because of her crazy schedule, so she always just ate a quick snack to pass her hunger over to complete her mission.

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Placing her hand on the door's handle, pushing it forward and stepped into the store. She stood there in awe for a few seconds until a small smirk appeared on her lips, she was now in her snack buying heaven. Automatically going towards the back of the store, she grabs herself a few drinks. Next, she went to an aisle and grabbed a few packets of candy. Moving onto the next aisle, where all the chips, cookies, instant Ramen,(etc) were at—y/n just stood there. She had such a wide variety to choose from but first she grabbed a couple of her favorite cup Ramen and her cookies as well. Now, what type of chips did she want? When it came down to these, y/n always liked to look at the flavors and see if there were any new ones. And if they were? Well she'll try them. Shrugging her shoulder, she went up and grabbed a few of the ones she always ate then a few of the new flavors. It was now time to check out, she had enough snacks to last her a decent month or two. Carrying all of her items to the front counter, she casually dropped them as the cashier began scanning. Y/n stood there looking at the small monitor, watching as the numbers went up after every beep—she hoped that she'll be able to pay for everything.

The cashier placed all of her food items into white plastic bags and placed them on the counter.

"Your total is ¥2664.19." The worker said. ($25.19 in USD)

Immediately, she goes into her pocket and pulls out the cash needed to pay. She hands it to the cashier and grabs the white bags resting on the countertop. A 'Thank you' leaving the person's lips as y/n nodded her head and walked out the store. Now it was time to head back! Today was a victory. She got to wander around Tokyo, Eat a decent meal, and not to mention got snacks. Y/n smiled to herself and pulled out her phone. Since she had snacks, she was gonna shoot Megumi a message to see if he was willing to eat some with her. Maybe they could find a good sho–wait a minute. At this moment, she froze. Megumi? Letting out a gasp with a surprised expression, she came to realization.

"OH SHIT, I FORGOT ABOUT THE MISSION."

In less than a second, y/n was on her feet, dashing down the street. she was pretty fast, considering she was a Sorcerer and running was a common thing.

Unlocking her phone with her thumb, she went to her contacts and immediately called her partner.

"please, please, please... pick up." She said to herself. Even though she knew he was a Sorcerer and could handle himself, her gut told her something wasn't right and this threw her into a panic.

"The phone number you are trying to re-"

It was no use, he wasn't picking up. How would she know where he was?  He could be anywhere—they spilt up to look for the finger, to see if it was in a different location. So many thoughts were running through her head, she didn't even know where she was heading to. The only thing she could think of was her friend's safety.

She finally came down to a decision to first check the school. If he wasn't there, she wasn't sure what she'll do but she'll leave things up to future her. Making a sharp turn to the right, she went into an alley way. Jumping on top of trash can, y/n used this as little boost to pull herself up to a building's rooftop. Since she spent so much time doodling off, it was now dark. Which was a good thing—so people wouldn't see her leaping from building to building. It would be weird as hell if they did.

Going through hellish missions of fighting curses did pay off. She had agility and was able to pass over buildings with ease, swiftly taking a right turn—next a left as she went further down. Pushing her foot upwards off of the concrete roof, she leaped into the air, grabbing onto a branch from a tree. She then released her grip and landed on the sidewalk, proceeding to sprint towards the school.

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At last, she was at the school's gates. Instinctively, her eyes began examining the area. Checking the ground, she saw a few broken shards of glass, this must have meant something happened. Y/n looked up and her heart almost dropped into her stomach. There were multiple broken windows and she felt lingering curse energy oozing out from the school. Without wasting anymore time, the woman ran into the school. Busting through the doors, she swiftly headed to the staircase and started ascending the steps with speed.

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Seeing that there were nobody on each floor, her last step was the school's roof.

Making it to the last set of stairs, y/n prepared herself—she took into caution of a cursed being present. Gathering and focusing on her curse energy, she was ready to take on the curse at any moment. Steadily, she made her way up steps and pulled the roof's door open. To her surprise, it was nothing was she intended it to be.

On his knees, completely worn-out, covered in injuries head to toe, uniform in a mess, and the obvious bleeding from his head. She knew it, Megumi was hurt.

Immediately, dropping her plastic bags, she rushed over to him- completely ignoring her sensei. Lowering herself down to his level, and before she could speak- her friend did.

"I'm fine, no need to worry." He said with his eyes closed, looking away from her direction. He wasn't fine, he was holding his torso—blood was dripping down from his hand. Y/n blamed herself deeply, it was her fault that he was in such a state. Grabing his right arm, she slung it over her neck as it rested on her shoulder. She then slider her left arm around his waist to help him back on his feet. Megumi wanted to protest but he knew thay she wasn't planning on letting him go. Now they were both on their feet, she finally looked up and noticed a tall man with a stupid blindfold—Gojo Satoru, their teacher. She didn't only notice him but a shirtless boy hanging over his shoulder? He had pink hair with a black undercut, she swear she saw him before but couldn't put her finger on it.

"Aww! Y/n you missed it!" Gojo said with a pouty voice in attempt to sound like an innocent school girl.

"Miss what?" She responded.

"Nothing." Megumi spat out in an annoyed tone.

Gojo was opening his mouth to speak again but y/n cut off him.

"Who's that?" Y/n was looking at the boy who was knocked tf out on Gojo's shoulder. Her sensei only hummed in response, this irritated her because he didn't answer her question. Megumi noticed this and sighed,

"I'll explain later."

Y/n glared at her injured partner, not liking that the two were being secretive but megumi did say he'll tell her soon, that was enough. Both of them started walking towards the roof's door. Bending her knees down slightly, she leaned to the side and used her free to pick up her snacks. With this, she completely lets go of megumi as he fell onto the ground with a harsh slap. Before megumi could literally curse her out for dropping him after she offered to help him, she quickly picked him up bridal style. Fushiguro was silent. it wasn't that he accepted what she was doing but more like in shock and didn't have words.

Satoru just stood by with a dumbfounded look on his face and only was able to say "O-"

Y/n didn't really care, it was bothersome to carry him on her shoulder all the way down some stairs. As she said before, she's a Sorcerer.

Megumi looked up at her with an angry expression, it seemed like he was gonna pop a vain. She only smiled in response and simply said, "Hold on." And with that, she jumped off the school's roof, heading back to the dorms.

[starlightkenobi]

Can you do an Anakin one shot where you two have been life long friends and you both realize you’re in love with each other? Smut is totally acceptable lol! I absolutely love your writing!!

hell yeah! (watching season 6 ep 6 of tcw for those immaculate anakin vibes while writing this 🥴) and i may have gone down a “wanting to suck anakin skywalkers dick” train of thought and couldnt stop thinking about it so this happened

also anakin calls the reader baby a lot in this cause im feeling some type of way after seeing that anakin baby video,,, anakins bitches gc you know what im talking about

Just Friends // Anakin x Reader

rating: explicit

warnings: oral (giving), dom anakin, praise kink, use of the names master/kitten

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Three loud knocks on the door to your quarters startled you awake. That is, it would have startled you awake if you were able to fall asleep in the first place. It was pretty common for you to struggle with sleeping, but some nights were better than others. Tonight was not one of those nights. Although you didn’t want to admit it, you were relieved for the sudden knock at your door because you knew exactly who was behind it.

Not caring that you were only in an over sized t-shirt that stretched past mid thigh and covered your underwear, you made your way to the door as quickly as you could without stumbling in the dark. Once you opened it, you were greeted by a familiar sight, Anakin, his face red and his eyes puffy, both from crying and from sleep deprivation. Tear tracks stained his face that you could see glistening in the moonlight. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Anakin immediately returned the display of affection, his body trembling.

“It’s okay, it’s okay now. I’m here. I’ve got you.” You pulled away, rubbing your hands up and down his sides in a comforting motion. He didn’t even need to ask to come in. This exact event had happened so many times that the second you took his hand in your own, he just followed you inside.

You and Anakin had been friends since you were both very young, just children training as padawans. You grew up together, and as the years passed, you became inseparable. You had always been very close, but as you both became adults, you began to do things that some (especially the council) would consider odd for “just friends” to be doing. One of these things was Anakin’s late night visits. He always struggled with nightmares ever since he was a little boy. As his best friend, of course you knew this. But as he got older, instead of going away, they got worse. More gruesome. So, to combat his sleeplessness and fear, he would stop by your quarters so that you could hold him and comfort him, and he would fall asleep peacefully in your bed.

Still holding his hand, you guided him to your bed through the darkness, pulling back the covers and sitting down. You slid over, leaving a spot for him to curl up next to you. He eagerly took the opportunity, sliding into bed and into your open arms. You were safe, shelter from the storm that was his constant nightmares. Even in his own bed, he never felt at home, not until he was in yours. 

Anakin knew what this meant, he wasn’t stupid. But he was also in denial. He was trying to deny it, at least. However, tonight was different. Anakin had a dream about losing you tonight. He was used to having these types of dreams, where you would die and he would stand by helpless. But tonight, it was him who killed you. He was especially shaken up about this one, and immediately rushed to your aid.

Now, here he was, nuzzling into your neck and holding you against him. More like crushing you, afraid that if he didn’t, you would disappear and leave him. You would be lying if you said that Anakin wasn’t your only safe place too, so it was actually comforting feeling him crush you in his arms. You moved one of your hands free, tangling it in his hair and massaging his scalp gently. Anakin had a thing for you playing with his hair, it always managed to soothe him. Occasionally it would cause a very specific problem, one that Anakin would have to take care of himself in the morning. You pretended not to notice for his sake, but you noticed every time. It didn’t necessarily bother you, in fact, it caused a very specific problem of your own. But you were also in a similar state of wanting to deny any “more than just friends” feelings that you had.

Tonight though, Anakin was tired of denying. He was feeling extremely bold. So, brought his head back from the crook of your neck, now face to face with you. You gave him a puzzled look. Usually in these scenarios, he would just pass out in your arms and sleep like a baby after some “friendly” cuddling. 

It was now his turn to lace his fingers through your hair, combing through the strands gently. Even in the dark room, only dimly lit by the moon from outside your window, your eyes shown. He moved his other hand that had been gripping your waist to your cheek, brushing the soft skin with his thumb. “You’re so beautiful...” He murmured, almost in awe. As if he had known it all this time, but this was the first time that he was truly admitting it to himself.

“Anakin...” You didn’t know what else to say. You waited for him to do something, to make a move while he brought his face closer to yours. Tentatively, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your mouth hung agape, completely at a loss for words. You felt like you had been waiting for this for an eternity, but now that it was happening, you were stunned. He pulled away, leaving the ball in your court. He was waiting for you to give him some sort of sign that it was okay for him to continue. You knew that he was waiting for your permission, but you didn’t know what to say. You wanted everything from him, his lips, his hands, his cock, you just didn’t know how to form the right words to ask him for it. Panicking, you blurted out the only thing that you knew for certain, the only thing that felt right. “I love you!” It was true, you did love him more than anything in the galaxy, and finally being able to admit it to both him and yourself was a feeling of relief unparalleled. He understood what you meant, immediately knew what you wanted. He always knew. 

His lips crashed against yours, his hand gripping your hair and pulling you towards him with such ferocity that you were left breathless. He growled against your mouth before pulling away to kiss his way down your neck. “I love you. I love you. So much.” He kissed the words into your skin, and you couldn’t help but moan as he decided to leave deep purple marks on your neck. You could have scolded him, pushed him off so that he wouldn’t leave obvious marks that everyone would be able to notice, but you didn’t care. You wanted him to mark you up. You wanted to belong to him.

He moved you like a ragdoll, rolling you over so that you were on your back and he could tower above you. His hands traveled up and down your sides, your shirt riding up and exposing your bare thighs to him. “Is this alright, love?” He knew that this was what you wanted, but he needed to ask your permission before he took this any further.

Enthusiastically, you nodded. “More than alright.” Your voice was breathy and eager.

Anakin hummed a response deep in his throat that made you shiver. “That’s my good girl.”

You knew thay you were in for it now. You had seen this dominant persona in Anakin before, whether he was placing his hand on the small of your back in a public setting or rushing in to “save you” from a group of droids, even though you totally had it covered. In general, Anakin Skywalker was just a very protective and dominant person. This however, was on another level, a level that you were pleasantly surprised and extremely turned on by.

Anakin grabbed the hem of your shirt, letting you lean forward so that he could tug it off of you. “My good girl.” His tone was so deep and dominant that it sent chills through your body. Anakin noticed, chuckling. “Awww, baby...I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already trembling for me.” A smirk tugged at his lips and he ran his hands over your now bare chest. He reached your breasts, pinching each nipple between his fingers. You mewled, your sensitive nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

It was here that you realized how overdressed Anakin was. Impatient, you reached towards him, making a grabby hands motion until you could stretch far enough to claw at his clothes. “Alright, baby. I know.” His hands left your body, making you whine. “Be patient, baby.” Slowly, to make sure that he was teasing you, he undressed himself. Every time you reached out to touch him, he smacked your hand away and told you to wait.

“Anakin...” You groaned, staring at his bulge with wide eyes. You could have sworn you were drooling.

“You want it that bad, huh baby?” He traced his fingers over the outline of his bulge, letting out a shaky breath at the feeling of finally getting some friction.

“Please Ani...” You moaned as you spoke, dreaming about being able to hold his cock, to make him feel good, to feel him inside of you.

Anakin chuckled, slowly pulling down his boxers and letting his erection spring free. If you weren’t drooling before, you sure as hell were now. All of a sudden, the thought of having him burried in your cunt left your mind. You wanted him in your mouth. You wanted to feel the weight of him on your tongue. You wanted to make him feel good after everything he’d already been through tonight.

Anakin noticed you staring, but he didn’t mind. He thought it was adorable. “Darling, you’re gonna have to tell me what you want.” Anakin’s erection bobbed as he moved to crawl back on top of you.

You cleared your throat, desperate but still anxious to tell him what you wanted. Trying to speak, you opened your mouth but no words came out, leading to you just staring at his cock with your mouth agape. Anakin lips formed a soft smile, the kind he gave whenever he wanted to reassure you that everything would turn out alright, and that he was here for you. Anakin’s smiles always seemed to have that affect on you, whether it was intended or not. “It’s alright, baby. You know that I’ll give you whatever you need.” His hand moved over to your face, brushing the hair out of your eyes gently.

Finally, feeling reassured and a little more confident, you stuttered out a response. “I w-want...to make you feel good. I want your cock in my mouth. Let me taste you Ani, please.”

Anakin smirked, surprised at first by your filthy mouth, but still definitely very pleased. “Of course, baby.” Anakin cooed, rolling you both over so that you were now straddling him. Slowly, you slid you way down his body, your hands tracing over his toned chest until they rested on his thighs. Your tongue darted over your lips, already almost moaning at the thought of having his cock resting on your tongue.

Tentatively, you took his cock in your hand, realizing how huge he was in comparison. Your thumb swiped over the head, gathering the precum onto your finger and bringing your hand back down to the base. Anakin immediately groaned at the contact, his fists tangling in the sheets impatiently. Now you realized how much power you had over this situation. Smirking, you ran your tongue up his entire length, never breaking eye contact with him.

“Don’t tease me, baby girl. I don’t think you’ll like the consequences.” Anakin growled, warning you. You giggled at the prospect of that, fantasizing what he might to do you. Now, you were feeling bold. Ready to test the boundaries a little bit.

“Is that a promise, master?” You giggled, eager to see how far you could push him.

Anakin’s hand immediately reached down to tangle in your hair forcefully. “Keep it up kitten, and I’ll be sure to fuck that smart mouth of yours.” Fuck, you felt your pussy clench and you moaned at his words. “You like that, huh baby? You like being my little kitten?” Anakin’s voice was low in his throat and so damn dominant that you couldn’t help but whine. He chuckled, nodding at the confirmation to his own theory. “You do...you love being master’s little kitten.” He paused, giving your hair a sharp tug. “But if you want to be master’s good kitten, you’re going to have to suck me off, alright baby?”

You nodded, giving a little “Mhm!” in affirmation. Already, you were wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. Anakin moaned immediately at the feeling of your warm mouth.

“That’s it...good girl, just like that.” He kept his hand in your hair, helping you ease down onto his length until you couldn’t take anymore, your hands wrapping around the rest. “Good kitten. That’s perfect, you’re doing so good for me.” Anakin groaned as you eased yourself up and down his length. You gagged a little when he hit the back of your throat, but you quickly got used to his size.

Anakin guided you through it, his hands stroking your hair and giving you praise along the way. “Perfect...suck a little, kitten. Just like that, ugh yes, that’s it.” He was quickly losing control, thrusting his hips up so that you could take him deeper. The moans that were filling the room were heavenly, you couldn’t imagine anything hotter if you tried. You were dripping now, most likely soaking through your underwear. You moaned around his length, sending vibrations that caused him to release an almost feral growl.

Anakin was almost fucking your throat at this point, and you dug your nails into his thighs to ground yourself. “Ugh, fuck! Look at me, kitten.” Your eyes, previously closed, snapped up to his. A single tear slid down your cheek, most likely due to you surpressing the urge to gag around him. “You’re gorgeous, kitten. Such a beautiful baby. How did I get so lucky...fuck.” His eyes shone a deep blue that flickered in the moonlight, and his mouth hung agape while he groaned in pleasure and praised you. “Keep going darling, I...” He trailed off, but he didn’t even need to finish his sentence, you knew what he was going to say.

Shakily, Anakin pulled you off of his length by your hair, using his free hand to stroke himself. He was babbling a string of praises while your mouth hung open, waiting for his release to land on your tongue. “So perfect baby, you’re so perfect, I love you so much...fuck!” Strands of hot cum landed on your tongue and around your mouth, and you moaned as a pang of arousal shot through you. As his cum filled your mouth, you realized just how badly you were craving to be touched.

You closed your mouth, savoring the taste of something so entirely him. Swallowing, your eyes trailed over his heaving chest to meet his. Anakin moaned, feeling another tinky spike of post orgasm pleasure as he saw you swallowing his seed. His hand stroked through your hair gently, comforting you. “That was perfect, kitten. You’re so good to me.” You smiled, basking in the praise, but wiggled your hips impatiently as you were now craving some kind of release.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Come up here, baby. It’s your turn.”

[apenapaperandadoofus]

5 for the song ask 👁

Oh nice! I'll choose the character since you didn't exactly specify hehe I hope you like it!

Prompt from: Give me a character and a Disney song

Kiss the Girl (Yoosung x Fem!MC)

Saeyoung sighed as he laid his head on his hand. His twin brother who was sitting beside him didn't pay any attention and kept his focus on the snacks in front of him. It helped if he focused on only one thing, he still wasn't used to being around a lot of people, specially the type of loud, fancy and extravagant guests that always ended up invited to the RFA party for some reason or another. Saeran didn't exactly want to spend the evening with his brother, god knows he's had too much of that crazy idiot at home, but one of the guests thay you had invited (a self proclaimed vampire hunter that Jumin had recommended) would not stop pestering him with annoying questions, such as "can you actually wall outside on the sun for a bit" or "would you mind taking a bite of this garlic bread, I'm sure you can have some!" Then the breaking point was when the man suddenly said, "let me check your teeth for a bit" and suddenly grabbed his face. That's when Saeran gently pushed the man aside and went to sit next to his brother.

Saeyoung, having noticed that his twin hadn't even so much as cast a glance towards him sighed once again. And then again, this time louder. He opened his mouth to sigh again when Saeran abruptly turned towards him and glared.

"What!? Why in the world won't you let me eat in peace huh?"

Saeyoung sighed again. "I just can't handle it brother. How can a person love another with every fiber of his being, but not have the amount of guts to go and talk to them...?"

"....Are you talking about yourself? Because if you are then I say that they don't deserve the amount of torture you're-"

"Saeran! Oh my darling little brother, no it's not me! Look across the room, towards that little blond boy, shifting nervously and looking at the ground, and then, for a split second, looking at her."

Saeran sighed and did as his brother said, and then he grunted. "You mean Yoosung's obvious crush on MC? It's a surprise she hasn't figured it out yet. Also never call me that again or I promise I'll throw the whole bowl of punch in your face."

"Gah! But you are my darling bro- alright fine fine, SAERAN DON'T GET UP TO GRAB THE PUNCH I'M SORRY!! Anyway the thing is, I'm pretty sure the reason they haven't asked each other out yet is because they're pretty shy. They need some sort of, uh, push you know?"

Saeran glared suspiciously at his brother. "Please don't tell me that you're going to try and get them together-."

"I'm going to get them together! And you are going to help me!"

"Excuse me what-"

"Who are we trying to get together?" Someone asked from behind the twins and they both turned around in surprise. Zen was looking at them with his eyebrows raised and his arms crossed, looking like a mother about to scold her children. Of course, Zen only seemed to be ready to scold Saeyoung, since Saeran wasn't really doing anything.

Saeyoung quickly jumped up from his seat and smiled. "ZEN!! Oh this is perfect!!!! We are going to get Yoosung and MC together!"

Zen looked at Saeran, and he shrugged. Them he looked back at Saeyoung.

"Sev- Saeyoung, listen. These sort of thinga take time alright? Yoosung and MC will get together when they're both ready."

"But they ARE ready, now all they need is just a lil' push! It's all in the name of LOVE!"

Saeran cringed and quickly turned around to keep eating his food. That was certainly more interesting than hearing Saeyoung talk such nonsense.

"Well....hmm...I guess helping them a bit wouldn't hurt." Zen said, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Yes! We need to help those two love birds finally confess to each other! Do you have any ideas Zen? Saeran?"

"Don't get me mixed up in this." The younger twin groaned and kept poking at his food.

Then, Zen snapped his fingers and smiled. "I know! A love song."

"A LOVE SONG!!" Saeyoung repeated excitedly.

"Yes, yes, a romantic song. Recently on this show I've been casted on includes this one couple that like each other but don't have the courage to confess, so their friends set them up to dance together to this very romantic song, and in the end the couple figure out their feelings and confess to each other. We can do that!"

Saeyoung smiled. "Great idea!"

"Alright, then I'll go and talk to the band, be right back!"

Zen quickly walked towards the band that was hired by Jumin to play at the party, and Saeyoung squealed as he shook his brother's shoulder.

"Saeran this is great! We can both help Yoosung finally confess to MC!"

Saeran pushed his brother's hand off and sighed. "And what makes you think I'll help you huh?"

"Well, Yoosung is your friend isn't he? And aren't you annoyed of seeing those two kiddos acting as if they're walking on eggshells when they're with each other, it has to be bothering you."

"...it is but I'm still not going to help you and Zen with your crazy scheme, I bet it's not even going to work."

Saeyoung groaned. "Saeeeeraaaaan please!! Look, I'll buy you some ice cream when were done alright?"

"You can't bribe me with food." He scoffed, trying to sound offended, when obviously he seemed to be thinking about it.

"And I'll get you out of the party earlier. We manage to get Yoosung and MC to at least kiss, and afterwards we leave, get ice cream and then head straight home!"

Saeran stayed quiet for a few minutes before sighing and getting out of the chair, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Fine. Let's get those two dumbasses to kiss."

Saeyoung let out a woop, and soon Zen made his way towards the twins with a big smile on his face. "Alright, we've got the band ready, and I offered myself to sing. Does Yoosung know what we're doing?" He asked.

Saeyoung quickly ran up towards Yoosung, whispered something that made the boy blush, and then shoved him towards you, then he winked and walked over to Zen.

"Now he knows! We're all ready chief."

Zen nodded and made a gesture at the band, and then he opened his mouth to sing,

"JuSeEyYoO-"

"Zen!!!" Saeyoung quickly grabbed the microphone from a very offended Zen, and then cleared his throat.

"What!? It's a classic, besides I'm the singer here you aren't-"

"SHHH!!" Saeyoung said, and then he walked over to the band and whispered something to them.

Saeyoung said, "Watch and learn, I've been preparing for this all my life." Then he pointed at the bongo guy.

"Percussion."

He smiled.

"Strings. Winds. Words." Each time more and more instruments began to play, and Saeyoung made his way to where Yoosung was awkwarly standing beside you.

"There you see her

Sitting there across the way"

Yoosung looked at his friend with a confused expression.

"She don't got a lot to say

But there's something about her..."

"Saeyou-"

"And you don't know why

But you're dying to try

You wanna kiss the girl." He wriggled his eyebrows and Yoosung let out a little yelp.

"Wha-WHAT SAEYOUNG STO-"

"Yoosung?" You asked as you walked towards him. Yoosung blushed and pointed behind him. "S-sorry MC, it's just Saeyoung being...well, Saeyoung."

"Uhm, Yoosung there's no one behind you."

"Wha-WHAT!?"

You smiled at him, still confused. "Why don't I go and get you some punch? I'll be back in a few."

Yoosung watched you walk over to the table, and then he let out another scream once he felt someone whisper in his ear.

"Yes, you want her

Look at her, you know you do

Possible she wants you too

There is one way to ask her

It don't take a word

Not a single word

Go on and kiss the girl"

"Saeyoung I don't know what you're doing but stop, I can't just go up and kiss her."

Saeyoung rolled his eyes, whispering chicken before going to a very uncomfortable Zen and Saeran, holding the microphone towards tnem.

"SING WITH ME NOW!"

"Saeyoung I don't-"

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

My oh my

Look like the boy too shy

Ain't gonna kiss the girl"

Yoosung blushed. "W-well I am! Maybe I just, I, I don't know!"

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Ain't that sad?

Ain't it a shame?

Too bad, he gonna miss the girl!!"

Yoosung felt himself become even redder, from anger or from embarrassment he didn't really know. That's when you suddenly grabbed his arm and smiled.

"Here's some punch...oh Yoosung are you feeling alright? Why don't we go and get some fresh air outside?" You asked, and Yoosung tried his best to smile.

"Y-yes...that's, yeah that's great let's go."

You grabbed Yoosung's hand and led him around the beautiful garden. He gasped as he noticed the lights, the flowers, and the pond that had a bridge to walk across it.

"MC, this...this place is beautiful. You did a great job"

You smiled. "Thank you."

Then, Yoosung gave you a sheepish smile.

"N-not as beautiful as you though." He, of course regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth, but you giggled and told him thanks.

"Why don't we go over the bridge? We can't really see the stars from here since the trees are blocking them, but I'm sure we'll get a better view from there."

As you led the way, Yoosung almost screamed when he noticed a familiar red head pop out from the bushes.

"Now's your moment

Floating in a blue lagoon."

"Saeyoung LeAv- ZEN?!"

"Boy, you better do it soon

No time will be better

She don't say a word

And she won't say a word

Until you kiss the girl" Zen said, and Yoosung groaned as he glared at the two men.

"Guys I...fine. I'll... I'll kiss her...."

Yoosung slowly walked towards you, and the two do you looked up at the sky. You sighed happily, leaning against Yoosung, and he blushed. Then, he heard from behind.

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't be scared

You got the mood prepared

Go on and kiss the girl"

Yoosung slowly turned around to glare at his friends who were giving him a thumbs up.

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Don't stop now

Don't try to hide it how

You want to kiss the girl."

He gasped as he saw Zen and Saeran (who was holding some maracas and looked as if he was about to use them to kill someone) appeared on the bush behind them too!

And then, to make matter worse, suddenly Jumin appeared beside them with a neutral expression on his face and holding Elizabeth in his arms, trying to sing along!

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

Float along

And listen to the song

The song says kiss the girl!"

You suddenly jumped and looked at Yoosung. "Hey did you hear something just now?" You asked him, but before you could turn around he cupped your face and made you look at him.

"U-uhm no! Nothing just uh, mosquitoes uhm, don't pay any attention to that!"

"Oh but if there's mosquitoes then shouldn't we go back inside? I don't want you to get bitten-"

"NO!" He grabbed your arm and pulled (a bit too hard) making you bump into his chest. You both blushed and Yoosung tried his best to keep his breathing steady.

"MC...."

"Sha-la-la-la-la-la

The music play

Do what the music say

You got to kiss the girl..."

Slowly, Yoosung leaned towards you, his face getting redder and redder.

"You've got to kiss the girl!!" Saeyoung let out some excited squeals as both you and Yoosung slowly got closer and closer.

"Oh, don't you wanna kiss the girl..."

"I want to go back to eat, why's it taking so long, besides I think we shouldn't be spying on a private moment like-."

"Oh shush Saeran! Look they're about to do it!!! Yes Yoosung my boy!!!!"

You placed your hands on Yoosung's shoulder while he cupped your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair.

"MC...." He whispered.

"You've gotta kiss the girl..."

The two of you closed you eyes, now your lips about to touch.

"Go on and kiss the girl"

Yoosung blushed and pressed his lips against yours, only to feel-

A cold splash of water hit his back and he let out a help.

"Wake up idiot. It's 10am already." Saeran glared at Yoosung, who was looking confusedly around the room.

"I-uhm, MC? Wha- no we....I was about to...why am I?"

"Oh you don't remember?" Saeran smirked mischievously at Yoosung, who shook his head.

"Oh this is gonna be fun. Yesterday you were wasted, so wasted that you suddenly got the guts to kiss the MC, mostly thanks to my idiot brother and his stupid song."

"That part happened?"

"I wish it didn't. Anyway, before you were able to go all smoochy smooch with MC-"

"So I DID kiss her! I remember that at least!And then I fainted? But at least I got a kiss! WHEEOP!!!"

Saeran scoffed. "No. You leaned on the old bridge and fell. You were so shocked and embarrassed that you fainted while in the water, so Zen had to jump in and give you CP-"

.

.

.

And so the birds that were casually chilling in Saeyoung's rooftop got the scare of their life as a demonic screech was heard from the house.

Yoosung ended up needing about 5 years of therapy, but thankfully, as time passed, he gathered the guts to finally kiss you (and to not faint afterwards.) Then the two of you started dating, and you sometimes loved to tease him by making him remember that night. You would laugh as Yoosung would stutter and turn red, and then to apologize you'd give him a kiss~

The end!

[obeydontstray]

I Want More (A Maxwell Lord X OFC rp)

0(A Maxwell Lord (Pedro Pascal - Patty Jenkins universe) rp between myself and my girlfriend @historianwithaheart ) Can be found under the same name on AO3)

Maxwell sat at his desk, getting his first breather of the day. He looked around for his son. Being the first month of summer, Alistair was spending time at the office with him, but the kid was not in his office where he left him. Max hit the button on his desk and spoke. "Hey Britney, did Alistair leave me any messages of where he was going? Did you see him?"

“No sir I thought he was with you.” In Melony’s office she sat typing away. The little black haired boy munched on his carrots and drank the soda she had gotten for him. She didn’t know who this little boy belonged to but he had stolen her heart. “Like the new Mario Alister?” She asked him. He smiled.

“My daddy is so busy most of the time so it’s nice to come hang out.”

It wasn't uncommon for Alistair to take walks around the offices. Max always made sure he had a piece of money so he could buy anything he wanted from the cafeteria, vending machines, or gift shop downstairs. But he wasn't usually gone this long. It had been....an hour? Maxwell began to get nervous.

“Sorry I couldn’t get you McDonald’s this time but I figure that you shouldn’t be eating junk every time we visit.” She felt her heart ache when he smiled at her. “I get bored so it’s nice to come sit with you.” Alistair smiled. “Well I think I’m gonna have my Lunch break soon if you want a player two?” He nodded.

Maxwell walked through the office hurriedly, asking random people if they had seen the small boy with black hair and dark eyes.

“Did you tell your daddy where you were going?” She asked typing on her desk top. Ali stair nodded. “Left a note.” She smiled at him. “Good boy.”

Someone stopped Max. "I saw a kid go that way, down the hall." He thanked the person and began opening doors.

“Hey kid, have some water okay? Only one soda!” She handed him a water bottle. She sighed. One week late for the meeting. Wonderful.

The door flung open and a head appeared. One with dark blonde hair, handsome features, and dark eyes. "Alistair!" He said, stepping in the door and reaching out his arms.

“Hey daddy!” Melony nearly choked on her drink. “Well Mr. Lord you’re only a week and three hours late to our meeting.” She stood.

He hugged Alistair and quickly stood, straightening out his clothes with his hands and suddenly turning on the biggest smile. "I'm sorry, you are?" God she was beautiful! She had shoulder length blonde hair and the biggest, bluest eyes he had ever seen. Her ruby red lips were perfectly shaped.

“You new head of financials Mr. Lord.” Ali stair smiled. “She’s my friend!” Alistair said. “Look she brought me stuff to play with.”

Maxwell scanned the room. A few scattered toys, food wrappers still out, and a a Nintendo. "So this is where you have been disappearing to."

“She’s nice, and she bought me a Nintendo and she was gonna play with me on her lunch break.” Alistair said. “ if your daddy says you can we can still do that.” Melony smiled. “Melony Morningstar, Head of your financial division. We were supposed to have a meeting one week and three hours ago.”

Maxwell sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Shit, yeah you're right. Sorry, things have been so busy."

Alistair went and hugged around Melony’s thigh. She pet his hair. “Well unfortunately for you my schedule is full up until next Wednesday at two. We’re diversifying your portfolio Mr. Lord.”

"My, you are a busy busy woman. Could we meet now?"

“Well I have a very important meeting coming up, with a top partner.” She winked at Alistair and he smiled. “Can I have another soda?” He asked drinking the Mountain Dew.

"How many have you had?" Maxwell asked. "Your mom's gonna kill me for letting you drink too many."

“He’s only had one! I let him have one when he visits.” Melony said. Alistair leaned against her shoulder. “Mommy doesn’t let me have anything, she’s too busy with her new boyfriend.”

Maxwell frowned. "That's okay, you'll always get attention from me." He promised. "If it's okay with Mrs. Morningstar, you can have another."

“Miss.” Melony corrected. “I’m a Miss and I think you’ve had enough. Don't want to send you home to Daddy and have you bouncing off the walls.”

"How considerate." Max smiled warmly. "Miss Morningstar is right. How about some water, or juice?"

“I gave him water a few minutes ago.” She blushed. “Well I guess you better go little buddy. I think the jig is up.” She ruffled his hair. “If you want you can take the NES system home. That’s up to your daddy. I..I can’t make that decision.”

He nodded. "If she doesn't mind your visits, that's fine. You can keep it here and I'll get you one for your room at home too."

“Alright little man you should probably head to lunch with your pops.” She smiled at the boy. “As for you Mr. Lord, seems you're as irresponsible with your child as you are your money. I’d like to know why you just couldn’t make our meeting a week ago.”

"I'm not irresponsible!" He said, a little flash defiance in his voice before he ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair. "He usually makes quick trips to the gift shop or cafeteria and back up. I didn't expect him to start touring people's offices. And I apologize, my only free time lately has been in the late afternoon. No business like show business, ya know."

“Mmm. No worries, little man and I keep each other company!” She smiled. “Oh yes far too busy. Then I guess it will have to be a business dinner then. Tonight at 6 your choice though perhaps a nice place to sit outside. The office is stifling.”

His eyebrow raised and a lopsided smile shown on his face. "Really? Tonight huh? How does Thai sound?"

“Fantastic. It’s my favorite. I’ll see you at six.” She penciled in her planner. “You best be there Mr. Lord, I am your new head of finances you hired me for a reason. And it wasn’t because I’m pretty, because you weren’t even there to look at me.”

"And I regret that deeply." He said, giving her a very obvious look over. "I'll meet you there." He said, laying his hand on Alistair's shoulder. "Come on baby, let's go."

She waved at Alistair. She sat down and smiled to herself. She had just strong armed the most powerful man in this company. Not taking his his excuses. Alistair walks with Max. “You’re not mad at me daddy, she’s really nice and she plays video games with me sometimes. She says that if you were smart you’d start investing in Nintendo.”

He grinned. "Well I'll have to think on that. No buddy, I'm not mad at you. She's a very nice lady."

“Are you gonna date her?” Alistair asked. “She’s pretty, really pretty almost prettier than Momma.”

"No no, this is just a business meeting." He assured him, even if he had different things in mind. "She is really pretty, isn't she?"

“She looks like that Disney princess, Aurora.” Alistair said. “She sings pretty too.” He said. “Can I still hang out with her?”

"Sure thing buddy." He said, ruffling the boy's dark hair. "When did you hear her sing?"

“Well one day when you were super busy, and I got bored I went exploring and I got really lost, and she found me. I was crying a lot because I was scared. She picked me up and she sang a song to me to help me stop crying because I was scared.” Alistair told him.

He lay his hand on his son's shoulder and bent down to his level before pulling him in for a hug. "I'm so sorry you were lost and scared. I'll thank her tonight for caring for you."

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it to happen.” Alistair hugged him. “Just be nice to her okay?” Soon five o'clock came and Melony went home to change into a sweet little blue floral patterned summer dress. Cuban stockings, blue pumps. She did up her hair and spritzed her perfume. She picked up the phone as she put on her pink lipstick.

Maxwell looked himself over in the mirror. He wore a sunset yellow blazer with white slacks and a pastel orange shirt. His white loafers were shined and he pushed up his sleeves to his elbows. His hair was perfectly coiffed and he was cleanly shaven. He picked up his Polo cologne and sprayed it on. "Daddy, if it's not a date then why are you dressing up?" Alistair asked. "Dress for success, buddy. When you're a business man, you have to always look your best. This is a meeting, it's just outside the office so I'm dressing different." The phone rung and caught his attention. He lifted a finger at Alistair. "Hold that thought."

“Good evening Mr. Lord, Raquel said this was your home number. I’m honored.” Melony laughed.

"And who said you could call me at home?" He said in a flirty tone. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

“Well Mr. Lord by proxy of not specifying which Thai restaurant in DC you have hence forth invited me to call you at home.” She spoke. She heard the flirtatious tone in his voice. She felt a zap of desire run down her spine. Oh Melony, don’t you know any better. She thought to herself.

“Precisely. I’ll see you there soon.” She smiled over the receiver. “Oh and come prepared to work Mr. Lord. I’m not one of your office floosies.”

He smiled broadly and chuckled. "Work for what?"

“Honestly you think you’re so charming. Work work. Like portfolios and the future of your company, I’m sure you enjoy being able to spoil your little conquests. In order to keep doing that my darling Mr. Lord you need to be wise about the market.”

He grinned even harder. "I could have you fired for speaking to me like that, you know." He tested.

“Then I guess you wouldn't have a company much longer Mr. Lord. I will see you in a bit. Tell my little buddy that next time he wants to come play he brings me a snack okay?” She smiled.

"Okay I will. See you soon." He hung up and Alistair looked up at him with a worried look. "You would fire her?" "No! No!" He assured his son. How could he explain himself without telling him he was flirting? "I was testing her! It's hard to explain, you'll understand when you're older. But she passed. And she said when you go see her again you can bring the snacks."

Alistair smiled. “Okay!” He happily went to to go get ready for the babysitter. Melony was sitting at a table overlooking the river into a forest. She checked her watch, her legs crossed as she skimmed through a book and sipped a beer.

"Daddy, can I dress up next time I go see her?" Alistair asked. "Sure buddy." Soon Max had dropped off his son and strolled into the restaurant looking for her.

She sat there. Looking much different from before, more soft and feminine. She checked her watch again, when she heard whispers. Ah he's here. She thought to herself.

Women stared at him as he walked past, a handsome grin on his face and he shot random women flirty winks. His bright gold watch and rings flashed in the low light of the restaurant. "Miss Morningstar, nice to see you again." He greeted before took off his jacket and draped it on the back of his chair before he sat down.

“It nice to finally capture your attention for a moment or two.” She smiled at him. It was a flirtatious smile. She couldn’t help it.

"I'm a man in demand." He said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. “Indeed.” She grabbed her brief case. “Okay so you started in oil but how long before that goes dry, you need to diversify.”

"Alistair said you told him I should invest in Nintendo." He chuckled. "What about that little computer company? Apple is it?"

“I think that’s a solid bet, personal gaming systems, personal computers, making it individual is going to be big.” She continued. “Your oil company is a great start, it really is, and your other investments are doing well but we need to be able to have more than one leg to stand on, what are the big draws? Entertainment, technology and of course oil and trade.” She handed him a large book. See.”

He flipped through the books pages quickly. "Hmmmm, I see." His lips were pressed together in a goofy shape, making him look as if he was only half considering the things he was looking at.

She looked at him, she knew that look. He's only half considering it. She bit her lip and let her anger simmer. “Sir, I’m trying to be diplomatic but do you think I’m a joke? I’ve spent hours doing the job you’ve hired me to do, and then you can’t be bothered to see me at our planned meeting and then you come here and half ass your considerations.”

"What? I'm thinking!" He said, his warm brown eyes flicking upwards and locking with hers.

“If you say so.” She sipped her beer. “I apologize, this is important to me.”

He nodded and looked her in the eyes again. "And it shows, I apologize if I'm not demonstrating my interest. I'm just a little distracted, but here, let me take another look."

She sighed. “It is kind of late and if I’m being honest Mr. Lord. I’m tired.” She spoke. “At least I have you thinking.”

He nodded. "Yes it is late. I'm sorry we got off to a rocky start, but I really enjoyed your company tonight." He said with an earnest face.

“Well I guess at the very least you can continue to enjoy my company. I wouldn’t protest.” She said to him sipping a beer. I mean our first meeting was supposed to be just a get to know your employee type deal, but your company took a big chance on me and I..I just don’t want to fail.”

"I'm really glad whoever made the decision did. I uh-I'm not as involved in the hiring process as I should be. But I would like to get to know you more. And if it's okay, can I borrow this book? I'll review it in the morning with fresh eyes and a clear mind."

“Don’t you eat breakfast with your son?” She asked him. “And what we’re you distracted by.” She handed him the book.

"I do. I'll look it over again after I get to work." He looked up at her again. "Who wouldn't be distracted by someone like you."

She scoffed. “Honestly, Mr. Lord, I hate to sound pretentious but, again, I’m not one of your office floosies.” She looked at him. God, his eyes were so sincere. “But I have a feeling you know that.” She handed him his beer.

He nodded and took his beer before taking a sip. "I know you're not like them. I don't pay attention to them. But you..."

“But what about me Mr. Lord?” She smiled at him. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear.

"You're authoritative and commanding and just...beautiful. You fill up the whole room with your presence."

She felt her face betray her emotions flushing pink. Clearly not the rouge one her cheeks. “Mr. Lord, I..”

"And my son told me what you did for him when he was lost and alone. And that, I'll forever be grateful to you for."

She was really blushing now. “Oh it’s nothing, anyone would have done that. I honestly thought maybe he was like a receptionists son, or something I didn’t know he was yours, but I...I can’t stand to hear a child cry. Especially...a sweet little boy like that.”

Maxwell's eyes moved to his empty plate. "I never thought of him getting lost like that and getting scared. I trusted him to just go to one of two places and back. I never thought of him getting lost. It broke my heart when he told me what that was like. But, he told me he thinks you are like Princess Aurora."

“Mr. Lord, if I could be so bold.” She said to him and took his hand. “He never blamed you, and he loves you dearly.” She said to him. “I just heard him cry and I just wanted to help. But you’re a good father.”

He nodded. "I try. I only get him on weekends right now and I try to set aside time to be with him, just one on one, but it's so hard to make time in the business."

“He sees you try. I’m sure.” She realized that she was holding his hand and blushed. “I..I’m sorry.” She pulled her hand away and chugged her beer.

“This is inappropriate and I’m sorry. I should go.” She went to stand.

He reached out and lay his hand on hers. "No, no please. Don't leave. We're just getting to know each other."

She felt her heart leap up into her throat. The story playing out in her bright blue eyes. The felt it, the attention, but her mind raced. What would he do with her when he was done. He could see it, she was sure. She sat back down. “I guess then maybe I should tell you more.” She didn’t take her hand away.

"Yes, tell me everything." He said, curling his fingers so that his hand wrapped around hers.

She felt her breath hitch. Her mind racing. “I...I..” she stammered. This seemed like a hazy dream. This man, the man who ran the most successful company right now, and her. Little old her. She wasn’t worth his time. “My name is Melony, I’m twenty eight, I have masters degree in finances and law. I...I like nature, and art and archaeology. I..I’m single. Have been for a while. Because being woman, having feelings gets you no where in this big business world. I’m witty and intelligent. Some men call me frigid or a bitch but I call it getting by.”

"You don't not seem those bad things to me. And I'm Maxwell Lord as you know. I'm divorced. You know Alistair. I'm 35. We have similar tastes."

“And I’m being incredibly stupid right now. Letting you know these things about me. Letting my guard down.” She confessed. “I should have Just kept it business.” She felt the room grow hotter. “This is how a woman gets a reputation.”

"How? Just by talking to me?" He asked, confusion sparking on his face.

“By letting my guard down around you.” She said to him. “Maxwell Lord, the infamous business man, being seen with his head of finances, a young woman.” She searched his face. “I guess one of my poor traits is I’m obsessed with my image.”

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. "We can keep our meetings strictly business and in office, Miss Morningstar."

“I suppose, but you’re still holding my hand Mr. Lord.” She breathed out.

He drew back his hand slowly. "Well, I guess I should let you go. I'll see you at work Monday afternoon to give you a decision." He said as he stood and grabbed the book.

“Mr. Lord.” She reached out for him. “Don’t.” She looked at him. “I, am just scared. I haven’t, I haven’t let myself be vulnerable in a while. You astound me. Have since I first saw you on tv, have since I applied to work for you. Your company gave me the opportunity to do more than fall into the darkness that was waiting to take me. You’ve set the annals of my heart alive with flames once again. Forgive me if I am a guarded woman.”

He looked down at her with the softest expression before he sat down again. "Really? You'd use such beautiful words for me?"

“Perhaps you need a little beauty and honesty in your life.” She replied.

He reached out and took her hand once again and his thumb smoothed across her knuckles. "Maybe you could be the sunlight in my life, then."

“Mr. Lord, I...I don’t know about all of that, but I think perhaps maybe for a little while we could make each other realize that the sun still shines.” She paused. Not knowing what to do next.

"Call me Max, please." He looked at his watch. "It's getting late, I shouldn't keep you. The babysitter will be ready to go home soon, it's after Alistair's bedtime."

“What if...I want to be kept. Max.” She looked up at him and stood. “Maybe it’s the beer or maybe it’s just your touch, and maybe it’s just my personality but I feel brave.”

"I'd love to stay but I have to be home by midnight. Unless..."

She stood and moved closer to him she took his hand and placed her lips on his in a slow sensual kiss. But her shaking body betrayed her confidence.

He moved to hold her cheeks gently in both hands and kissed her again. "Then come home with me."

“You don’t have to ask twice.” She replied. Thank god they were at a secluded table.

"Come with me, let's take a taxi."

[oneshot-wxnderland]

All-Nighter | Peter Parker

Summary: Peter and Y/n have to pull an all-nighter to finish a project.

Category: Fluff

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          In retrospect it wasn’t a very good idea for you and Peter to partner up for your final project. You were best friends so it seemed to be the obvious choice that you would work together, but you hadn’t considered how being best friends would hinder your progress. Whenever you two met up to work on it, you always ended up distracted and not getting anything done. Peter would talk about the Avengers or you would talk about a new show you found which would result in you guys bingeing it. 

          This time however you had spent the entire evening after school in Peter’s room and when you left May asked him what you had gotten done.

          “We uh...” Peter trailed off, thinking about how for the past four hours you had been helping him build a new Lego set while you watched a movie. The intention really had ben to work on the project, but one thing lead to another and you both got distracted. He sighed and dropped his forehead against the door. 

          May shook her head but had a knowing smile on her face. “You’d better start it, it’s worth half your grade.”

          “I know, I know.” Peter walked over to the table where May had put dinner out for him. “We just get so off-track.”

          She sat down across from him and rested her chin on her hand. 

          “You just get lost in her eyes and the whole world fades away, huh?”

          “What? That’s...” Peter flushed and tried to glare at her but he could see she was taking too much pleasure in teasing him. “Stupid.” He finished lamely and diverted his attention to his food.

          “I think you should ask her out.”

          “We already hang out all the time, May.” Peter’s attempt to play dumb was thwarted by the blush he tried to hide.

          “You know what I mean. Ask her on a date. You could go to that new Thai place or take her swinging around the city. Anything to make you stop pinning over her like a lost puppy.”

          “Hey! I do not ‘pine over her like a lost puppy’,” he mocked her tone and made her snort. “I don’t even like her that way.”

          May was about to interject but Peter kept talking, “And even if I did, there’s no point because she doesn’t like me back.”

          “I think you’re wrong.” May got up to put her dish in the sink and turned back to him. She felt sorry for the kid, knowing how much he liked Y/n and how he thought it was hopeless. “You’ll never know unless you ask.”

           It was currently Sunday. The project was due tomorrow and you still hadn’t started. Sunday at seven in the morning to be more precise, but you couldn’t waste another second. 

          May was only slightly surprised to find you at their door so early, and endlessly amused to watch you march to Peter’s room like a man on a mission.

         You shut his door behind you and your eyebrows lifted when that alone didn’t wake him. He still lay there on his stomach, his arm hanging over the edge. Guess his spider senses didn’t work before eight. That left you with plan B. 

          Sunlight flooded the room when you pulled apart his curtains and you looked back over to where Peter somehow kept sleeping. Only now with the room lit up, you noticed how the light glinted on his bare back and shoulders. 

          This stopped you short and made you realize that you had never seen him shirtless before. Sure you’d had sleepovers before, but he had always slept in a shirt. You’d also never seen how toned he was. The lithe muscles spanning from his back to his shoulders seemed out of place on the nerdy boy you knew and loved, but they were definitely not an unwelcome surprise.

          Eventually you realized how creepy you were being, so you stepped up to him and shook his arm. “Peter.”

          He groaned at first, rolling over and nearly hitting you in the face with his arm. 

          “Peter,” You said louder and this time his eyes opened.

          “Y/n?” he groaned and jumped when he focused on you, hastily pulling up his blanket to cover his bare torso. “What are you doing in my room?” 

          “We are not doing a single thing until we finish this project even if it takes us the next twenty-four hours until it’s due. So get up and let’s get to work.”

          “We can’t do anything?”

          “Nope.”

          “Can I go shower?”

          You let out an exasperated sigh and pointed to his door. “You have five minutes.”

          “Thank you!” He rushed out of the room but then popped his head back inside. “May made pancakes can I-.”

          “Four minutes and fifty-two seconds!” You warned him and he sped down the hall.

          “I’ll eat them in the shower!”

          After a full day of honest productivity, with May occasionally cracking open the door to throw you guys snacks before shutting it as if you were wild animals, you allowed a dinner break. 

          May watched you two fix your plates from the table, a grin on her face. You two worked together like you shared one brain, handing each other things without needing to be asked.

          “Peter could you...” you trailed off as he wordlessly handed the salt to you and you smiled at him in response. He returned it but when he met May’s eyes, it reminded him of their conversation from the night before and he turned red.

          The rest of dinner Peter was oddly quiet, which you thought was weird but May seemed perfectly content to talk about you. You both caught up on each others lives and laughed which put Peter at ease, but then he nearly choked on his food when she asked if you were seeing anyone.

          “Okay, breaks over.” He pulled you back to his room. 

          The time was currently two in the morning, you had most of the project done, but you couldn’t go to bed yet. Sitting next to Peter was a bad idea because you kept leaning on his shoulder which made you more tired than you already were. 

          “So I was thinking that for the conclusion we could...” he trailed off when he noticed that your eyes were closed. He smiled a little at the sight of you asleep on his shoulder and wished that he didn’t have to have a project and all-nighter to be this close to you. 

          He wanted to let you sleep, but he knew you wouldn’t be okay with skipping out on the rest of the work. Nudging his shoulder, he gently called your name until you perked up.

           “That is it.” You stood up too quickly and Peter had to steady you when you wobbled. “I am going to take a freezing cold shower to wake up and be right back.”

          “Five minutes,” Peter called after you and laughed when you flipped him off. 

          Four minutes and twelve sends later Peter heard you quietly calling for him from the bathroom. He awkwardly stood outside the door and knocked.

          “Yeah?” he whispered, not wanting to wake up May.

          “Can you bring me some clothes?” His cheeks reddened and he cleared his throat.

          “Uh yeah... give me a sec.”

          When he returned with one of his t-shirts and sweatpants, he knocked before shutting his eyes tight and opening the door just wide enough so that he could get his arm through.

          “Thanks.” Shutting the door, Peter let out a breath and returned to his room. 

          When you walked into the room wearing his clothes, he could’ve died then and there. While you had been friends for years, he had never seen you like this. With your wet hair and the way you had to roll up the waist band of his sweatpants, he wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms.

          “Let’s finish this.”

                    An hour later you had finally finished the project and you fell back onto the floor in exhaustion. “I am going to die right here.”

          “At least die in the bed.” You held up your arms. “I’m not carrying you.”

          “Come on Spiderman,” You slurred and he caved, scooping you up and placing you on his bed. He turned away to head to the couch but you caught his hand and pulled him down.

          “Y/n...” he started to protest, not wanting May to find you both there in the morning. 

          “Shh, I’m trying to sleep.” You pulled him to you and lay your head on his chest. He put an arm around you and grinned.

          If we somehow don’t fail this project, I’m gonna ask her out.

[flamebearrel]

Some Dark Shade of Tired

Fandom: Super Smash Bros

Synopsis: Even in the World of Light, adventurers need their rest. Saving countless souls is never easy, after all. It's especially the case for the rookies, so when Villager finds himself losing sleep to someone's sobs he has no choice but to take action.

Word Count: 2114

Original Post Date: August 26, 2019

Characters: Villager, Ness (Minor/Mentions of Mario, Lucas, Paula, Jeff, Prince Poo, Galeem, Ness’s Family, Isabelle, Toon Link, Rosalina, Luigi, Trainer Red)

Ships: Ness/Villager (Can be taken as platonic or romantic)

Trigger Warnings: None

Other Notes: Ness has a lisp that only really comes out when his emotions go out of whack; I see Villager as a kid (like twelve years old); this is a sequel to Split Number One

Ao3 Link - Sequel to This

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There were panicked, choked-up sobs coming from the cliff edge nearby when Villager woke up. He grunted quietly and shifted, glaring in the relative darkness. “Come on, who is up,” the little mayor hissed to himself. Any attempts of blocking it out proved futile, since the constant rays of light Galeem gave off were shining through the trees and into his eyes and the crying wasn’t stopping anytime soon. So he went to check it out.

Grazing his hand against a tree, Villager stepped over its roots and drew his gaze over the clearing. Once his eyes adjusted, he could just barely make out another fighter. Black hair… a striped shirt… a yellow-brown backpack clutched desperately against his chest… was that-

“I can’t do thith now,” Ness suddenly sputtered, cutting off Villager’s train of thought. “Out of all the timeth, not now, it can’t be now…!”

Yeesh. I… don’t think I’m qualified to help here. Villager backed up a little, pivoting to return to his sleeping bag. Ness wasn’t usually like that. He was supposed to be the confident, easygoing guy. Not… that. Whatever had gotten to him was probably something really private, which was likely something really deep and emotional, which was certainly not the mayor’s line of expertise.

…But he stopped halfway through his next step, because suddenly he remembered.

“You’re as much a part of this team as us, Villager. And we need your help just like you need ours.”

Mario’s words from before were rattling around in the back of his brain. They had never left, really, since even after they had cheered him up it still felt like he was barely helping. It wasn’t as if he was bad at fighting, but the others were just more experienced. Better. Aside from that, and providing everyone with snacks, Villager’s attempts to even out the burden-to-help ratio weren’t working.

So should he do something here? This was his chance to make up for it all, with one of his friends at that, and if he could run errands for the citizens back home then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to-

It didn’t matter what he decided anyway, because right then his overthinking was cut off by a burst of light. Whatever flickered behind him came completely out of the blue. The brunette squeaked and hurtled to the ground.

When Villager opened his eyes again, the other boy was staring at him.

The mayor shot to his feet. “Uh. Heeey, Ness.”

“How- how long have you been there?” came the tense response. 

“Doesn’t matter.” He’d play it cool. “What’re… what’re you doing crying out here? Really loudly? …In the middle of the night?” Okay, maybe that wasn’t so cool.

“Stop it! I’m not crying.”

“There are tears all over your face.”

Ness turned away. “It’th the PK Flash.”

Raising an eyebrow, Villager pressed, “Since when has that ever affected you?” The PSI user just shrugged. His hands were still fizzing with bits of green. “Come on now,” the kid in the No. 1 shirt continued, “there’s nothing to hide out here! Nobody’s gonna laugh at you, you know, if you’re the one saving the world.”

“…I don’t care if people laugh at me.”

“Oh?” 

“Well, I’m a laugh-y guy, right? Heh…” When Ness paused, it left the sounds of sniffles and the distant pummeling of a waterfall. “It’s worse when people get all worried.”

Villager ran over the sentence in his head. “It’s… worse when… Huh. I guess I never really thought about that.”

“Everybody’s got their own problems,” sighed the kid in stripes, “especially right now. You’ve seen it, I’m sure. You see how hard they’re taking everything, and the least you can do is be the big guy. Make sure you don’t worry ‘em even more.”

“Mm. …You know what?”

“I don’t really know a lot of things. Uh, what?”

“Of course we’re going to worry, but- if we get to, then you should too! Our team will only be as strong as the weakest of us, so we all gotta get stronger! And that doesn’t just mean physically. So go ahead and tell me… what’s wrong? I’m no Lucas when it comes to this stuff… but I’ll listen.”

Contemplation on Ness’s end, drawing out the seconds - one K.K. Slider, two K.K. Slider, will-he-ever-choose-K.K. Slider - until finally he set his backpack aside. “Okey,” he breathed. “Oookey.”

His violet eyes were some dark shade of tired when they met Villager’s.

“You see… I’m homesick again.”

The mayor blinked. “Wait wait wait, ‘again’? This is a recurring thing? I never knew you were homesick in the first place-”

“Well, I was! Why do you think I just randomly run off after matches? Whenever it happens, I can’t do anything until I call Mom.” 

Leaves were rustling in the wind behind them. Villager gave a sympathetic nod.

“It’s always been like this,” continued the PSI boy. “As soon as I left Onett to find the Melodies I started calling her, and then, when I got back, then it was Paula, Jeff and Poo, a-and- And I know it’s such a tiny thing. I know they’re just a call away; so I don’t make a big deal about it. ‘Cause I’m not gonna weigh everybody down when they’ve got real problems and mine are always just a single call away.”

“…You say always… except…”

Quietly, almost hysterically he snickered to himself. “Yeah, you get it. You get it! Now there’s no one to call, is there? Some angel alien thing lasers everything away and now Mom’s a Spirit, and Tracy and Dad, and nobody answers me anymore! And I need them, Villy! I mith- miss them so much, this ithn’t fun anymore… I want to go home, but I can’t, and I can’t ring up anyone either so the feeling’th not gonna go away! Which meanth I’ll be all weak and utheleth right when you need me, I can’t do thith now, not when you need me, I-I-I-”

A moment of pause as Ness scrubbed at his eyes. Shaking, he tried to take a breath, but when he opened his mouth another thought spilled out instead.

“And I hate thith lithp too! You can’t underthtand anything I’m thaying, all of it jutht-”

What happened next looked to Villager like some kind of distraction, because his friend shot to his feet and was suddenly very interested in doing yo-yo tricks. Walking the dog, rocking the baby, a million other tricks Villy didn’t know the names of but were probably more caretaking terms… until Ness was able to slowly calm down again.

“…Nice tricks,” the mayor offered.

Then, when Ness didn’t answer, Villager took the opportunity to try and figure out what he had just heard. What was he supposed to say? How could he say anything at all? As if some cheesy “they might be dead but they’ll always be alive in your heart” would… 

“Hey.” That wasn’t a terrible idea, actually. “Let’s go to Magicant.”

“Wh- What in th- Where’d that come from?”

With an awkward chuckle, Villager replied, “Trust me on this, alright? I know it makes no sense, but I want to show you something.”

Ness just sniffed and shut his eyes.

“So is… that a no, or-”

A pulling in the mayor’s chest cut him off, and then the world was pink and green and soft all around. As he steadied himself, he could see his friend nearby, buttoning up his pajama top. I wish I pocketed my pajamas. Then at least saving the universe would be comfy. Wait, not a good time.

“Here we are, O great mayor.” Taking a step toward the shorter fighter, Ness threw his hands out. “The train has arrived at the station. Now why are we here…?” Villager noted that despite the grand words and sweeping gesture, his friend’s eyes refused to meet anything but the floor.

Trying to figure out how to word his speech, the little mayor glanced to the side. It was there that a scene caught his eye. Just ahead, amidst a swirl of clouds and veggies, there was… a family. A blond woman was eating steak with her daughter. A man and an old dog sat nearby. All of them were smiling. And then the woman turned, and saw the two of them in the distance.

And she beckoned them to join in.

Something twinged in Villager’s chest. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re here because they’re here.”

“You can’t be serious…”

Smile fading fast, the kid in the No. 1 shirt snapped back to his friend. There was practically steam rising from the watery glare he met. 

“Eh-? What’s with that look? What did I say?!”

“We just came so you could get me off your back! Villager, this isn’t real, everything here is just in my mind-”

“It’s not like that AT ALL!”

The next thing he knew, Villager had pulled the taller boy down by the shoulders and to his level. Suddenly the world seemed to dim around them.

“Listen up,” the mayor ordered. “This is for a reason, got it? Now pay attention, cause I’m only making my point once.” Ness nodded, startled, giving Villager the chance to take a breath.

“I know this is your mind. No duh! But can’t that mean these guys are made from your memories? The perfectly real memories that you’ve amassed over who knows how long? These are the people you know- they look and act and care like you’ve always seen. If you’re in a place where you’ve literally made memories, where everything is familiar, and where everybody loves you… I’d say, technically, you’ve got a home right where we stand!”

A step back. Crossed arms. Villager nodded in the family’s direction as Ness took a long look, contemplative. That wasn’t enough, was it? He’d still have to…

“…And, besides this place… I get missing them. I understand! I miss my family, my villagers, the shopkeepers… I missed Isabelle until we found her! Even now, Toon and Rosalina! I even… I even missed you-!” Warmth was starting to tinge his cheeks from such openness. He cleared his throat. No stopping now.

“Uh. Uhh, and I’m sure everyone else misses each other too. Mario talks about Luigi all the time, and Lucas is keeping an eye out for Red… What I’m trying to say is, you’re not alone in this. Any of this! Not just in feeling homesick, either. If you feel down? Insecure? Like you’re the biggest burden anyone in the entire World of Light has ever seen?! …I get it. We… we really, really get it. And if everybody gets everybody, then that means right now, we can be your family, too.”

Whatever reaction Villager was expecting, it wasn’t this. Had he been the one hearing it, he’d be saying something, not just… staring. Admittedly the stare wasn’t too surprising; it was more the fact that Ness was smiling, sincerely, for the first time since he’d been saved.

“You really do mean it, huh…”

“Well… yeah.”

Then he was almost sent toppling. The kid in stripes practically tackled him, squeezing him tightly. After flailing a moment, the mayor managed to find some kind of balance. He huffed, “Okay, what’s this for, it isn’t part of my deal-”

“I’d never expect that from you,” Ness whispered. “Thank you.”

“…Blech! You’re so sappy.” In response to the PSI user’s smirk, he merely stuck out his tongue.

“Says the guy with the big old speech. Who, ya know, is hugging me right back~” 

And Villager immediately dropped his arms. “Y-YOU HAVE NO PROOF-” It was true, though. Lately lots of hugs had been going around. Just this once, he’d wanted to return one. “F… fine, I guess you’re not totally wrong… But you better not go acting like it’ll happen again.” Shaking his head, he moved to change the subject. “Nevermind that. Why don’t you tell me about them? Your family, I mean? There’s gotta be something interesting about ‘em for you to care so much, right?”

“Heh, lemme see… There was this one time Poo took a prank call… … …”

A few early risers the next morning, checking to make sure no one had been spirited away, immediately noticed they were down two fighters. Their epic search lasted only a few minutes. In the grassy clearing of the cliff edge lay the two, sound asleep. 

The others stared a moment at their light-dappled faces before deciding to leave them be. Quiet, content… those expressions… who would want to interfere?

For a single morning in Galeem’s World of Light, despite all the odds, their expressions shone like they were right at home.

[spideyrights]

Partners (Series) - Detective Loki x Reader

VI. DINNER DATE

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“Is it alright if I head out early? Do you need me for anything?” You turn to Loki who’s attention shifts from his computer screen to you with furrowed brows and attentive gaze.

“Um, no, you can go. Any particular reason?” You hesitate on your answer as you stand, adjusting your blazer and grabbing your coat and scarf, pulling them on in hopes of resisting the sharp, icy breeze.

“Actually yes...I’m going on a date!”

“Oh..., um, with-with who?”

“The only guy I know in this godforsaken town. My mother called me and told me he lives here now, she gave him my number and hey presto he asked me on a date.” you spoke smiling, bouncing on your feet softly with excitement coursing through you. Safe to say you hadn’t been on a date in a long time so you were finally looking forward to having something company. Company that isn’t your partner of course.

Loki looked at you hesitantly, lips parted as if about to say something before he pressed them shut firmly, stopping himself. “That’s real nice. You enjoy yourself,” he spoke quickly, turning back to his computer screen in one swift motion. The response made you pout. Loki seemed disinterested which you’d expect but you also sensed a hint of irritation in his tone that you couldn’t quite make sense of. 

“You sure everything’s okay? I don’t have to go if you need me around, I barely even know the guy, cancelling wouldn’t be heartbreaking.” you offered, stepping closer to him despite him still having his back turned on you. 

“No, you go have your fun just...where are you gonna be? In case something critical happens and, you know, I need to...come interrupt your, um, date,” he says, emphasising the word date with a kind of disgust that makes you roll your eyes. He isn’t even pretending to be working now, he keeps his face turned away from you but stares blankly ahead. 

“That restaurant across from the coffee place you went to the other day, you know the Thai one?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, sounds good. So...” He finally turns to face you and this time with a forced smile, less evident disgruntlement. 

“So...?”

“So have fun.”

“Thanks! Remember I’m on my phone if you need.” 

Thus far you’d been having a pleasant night. You enjoyed the feeling of putting on a nice dress and a bit of makeup, a stark contrast to the typical dress shirt and suit skirt or trousers you’d worn day in day out, and having a nice boy come knock on your apartment door with a bunch of flowers, not that there was anything wrong with when Loki would show up in the mornings outside your apartment complex and alert you he was here with an extended honk of his car horn. Essentially you felt you were finally living a more glamorous parallel of your day-to-day life and the man sitting across from you, Jacob, was a great distraction from the case that you just couldn’t seem to tear your mind from.

“Yeah, I’m just trying my best but this case is pretty intense,” you mumble, suddenly becoming conscious of the fact that you’d been going on and on about your job since you’d gotten to the restaurant, clearly a testament to where your mind was at. “But anyway, enough about me, I wanna hear about what you do.” You listened to him intently whilst you picked at the food that had arrived not too long ago. “But yeah moving here was certainly-” He halted mid sentence making your eyes wander in the direction his attention had shifted to. Your eyes widened immediately upon seeing Loki arguing with the staff member in charge of reservations at the front of the restaurant and pointing in the direction of your table, clearly confusing your date.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, watching Loki push past the growing group of staff members at the front, badge in hand and drawing quite a bit of attention now. You turned back to Jacob, sending him apologetic eyes before standing to meet Loki, who was now fast approaching your table, at eye level. 

You sent him a look which in itself said ‘what are you doing here?!’ once he’d halted in front of you. “Detective, I’m sorry to interrupt but something important came up and we really gotta go.” His eyes moved from yours to your date, raising a hand apologetically though there was definitely an ingenuity in his actions that you could pick out.

“We’re kind of on a date here,” Jamie laughs awkwardly, trying to conceal his obvious annoyance. “I’m Detective Loki, her partner and I’m sorry to interrupt, truly,” He directs that last part at you with a look though his tone is coldly condescending to your date along with the hand he extends which Jamie takes hesitantly before Loki tugs down in a harsh handshake. “But I have some pretty important work to be done with (Y/N) here so if you don’t mind...”

You exhale softly, mouthing a ‘sorry’ to Jamie before pressing a kiss to his cheek - which you swear you saw Loki recoil in disgust at - and telling him you’ll call him and reschedule once this case is over. Loki begins to leave the restaurant, eyes from other diners still on him, and you instinctively trail behind. 

“You look nice,” he comments, not even glancing in your direction as you stumble beside him, trying to match his pace whilst simultaneously pulling your coat on. “Would you care to tell me what the big emergency is?”

He says nothing, simply crossing over to the driver’s side of the car and stepping in. You grunt quietly in frustration kicking your heel to the ground with force before following suit and seating yourself in the passenger sight with disgruntlement evident in your body language.

“I just stopped by Mrs Dover’s because she claims someone broke in. Escaped through the window and all,” he finally speaks though you’re concerned by the almost deadpan tone and expression his ‘urgent’ news takes.

“I’m guessing you then need me because you believe her and have some idea who this might be or a lead for us to work on...” you said, the reasonable tone in your voice gradually depleting. Loki wouldn’t lie about an urgent case break, there obviously had to be more to this.

“Um...no.” Your head shot up, turning to him immediately.

“No? I thought this was urgent. Like we have to go chase this bad guy now urgent.”

“Aren’t all aspects of this investigation important?” he speaks with a hint of sarcasm and teasing in his voice but you’re not exactly in the mood to find this amusing. You loved your work of course but you did feel like you needed a night away from this case to clear your mind. Unlike Loki you couldn’t run on caffeine and determination. You admittedly didn't mind being back in his company however. 

You reached over, shoving a hand into Loki’s jacket pocket, clearly alarming him as he half-heartedly tries to shuffle away. Opening it and finding one poorly detailed scrawl you grow more confused. “Loki you have one note in your notebook, no leads and no evidence. Plus I’m quite sure that woman is barely sleeping or eating, not to suggest anything about her information but...this is not urgent.”

“Well she also told me about the thing about Keller being out with the police when he’s not,” he spoke matter-of-factly, as if this was greater evidence in his favour. 

“So what you already knew?” you retorted with a shake of your head. Loki pauses, you can tell he’s thinking of more to say but your only focus is on why he’s going through so much of an effort. It couldn’t be because-

“I noticed in Keller’s basement he was missing like half a bag of Lye. I think that gives us grounds to investigate Keller.”

“That’s something at least,” you sigh, falling back into the seat in defeat. “But now you’re driving me back to the office, away from my date even though we have nothing to do.”

“We have plenty to do. We need to figure out where Keller is going.”

You pause, eyes fixed on Loki who remains focused on the road ahead despite being stuck in heavy traffic and having nowhere to go. You finally choose to spit out the question lingering wordlessly in the air. “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“You know what? Interrupt my date with something you know isn’t urgent. I know you’re not an idiot.”

“Well thank you.”

“Don’t avoid my question.”

Loki exhales, shuffling in his seat slightly. You can’t tell whether the discomfort is physical or emotional. With him probably both. “No reason, I just thought I should tell you what I found out.”

“David.” 

“I let you say my name which was a kind gesture, there’s no need to say it like that.” You say nothing in response. He’s being defensive and guarded and joking around more than usual which you, piecing together with your expert detective skills, pointed to one obvious reason.  “If you didn’t want me to go on the date you could have just told me.”

“Why wouldn’t I want you to go on the date?” he scoffs with a crinkle of his brows and upturned lips in an expression of disbelief. You don’t even think he knows the answer to that question himself. 

“That’s what I want to know.” You notice how his jaw tenses and his eyes darken slightly, all other expression dropping from his face instantaneously and the humour he once had flowing freely quickly dissipating. You don’t know what had just happened. 

“Just drop it, okay?”

“No”

“(Y/N)”

“Whatever.” You cross your arms over your chest, your attention falling to the view flying by as the car speeds through the now empty country roads. The blur of trees and wet soil isn’t enough to distract you from the word feeling stirring in your stomach. You should be mad at Loki and you should be wishing you were on your date, but you’re not. Strange. 

“Okay, come on, don’t be like that,” Loki reasons, finally diverting his gaze from the road to in your direction every few seconds to notice your apparent anger. “I can order you Thai food and...light a fucking candle on our desk, huh? Is that better?”

The gesture makes you smile softly though you try to hide it, knowing he would be way too easily victorious if you agreed immediately. “Sounds great except you’re not the person I’m supposed to be on a date with.” He pauses. 

“I’d like to think I’m a worthy alternative.”

Your gaze turns back to him having noted his cheeky tone and, unable to hide the smile of your face, you finally meet his eyes. “Mhm, just about.”

You hovered by the front of the precinct, awaiting yours and Loki’s Thai food delivery driver. It was freezing outside but you’d volunteered to be the one to take the outside shift of picking up the food whilst Loki got the utensils just because he picked up the food last time. Also the fact that you knew Loki didn’t wrap up when he went outside to wait for the food insisting it ‘would only be a few minutes in the cold’ and you would hate to see him fall ill and miss work so you felt this was the better option. You, unlike your counterpart, were wrapped up in a cardigan and a coat, rubbing your faux leather gloved hands together to create some kind of warmth.

“Detective (Y/L/N)!” You turned in the direction of the friendly voice only to see the officer who had offered you his coat a week back now with his stuff in his hand, clearly heading home, as were most of the others bar you and Loki. “Don’t tell me you and Loki are pulling another last night.” “I’m afraid we are, Officer. I’m waiting on our Thai food delivery right now.” He smirks, his eyebrows raising which makes an expression of confusion wash over your own face. “What?” “Nothing, nothing. Just...you and Loki...spending a lot of nights here together,” he says, enunciating in a way that should make you catch on to what he’s implying but your own naivety makes you miss it completely. “All I’m going to say is that the talk of the precinct is how you gave Loki the first hug he might have had in his entire life the other day.”

Your eyes widen and cheeks warm despite the cold, slightly embarrassed. You didn’t know anyone had seen that. “I’d like to say we’re friends,” you mumble, picking at your gloves which only makes his smile grow, noting your almost schoolgirl like shyness. “I mean of course we spend time together, we’re working a very important case together.”

“Oh I know, Detective, I’m just saying...” he pauses but you raise your eyebrows and step forward, gesturing for him to continue. “It’s like the guy is walking on sunshine or something. It’s magic that I can even hear his voice in the precinct let alone a laugh, strained as it may be. And, well, it’s always because of you.”

You don’t know what to say. You’re almost stunned into silence. Sure you knew Loki was renowned for being the grumpy type and sure, you may have noted that your relationship was more pleasant than it initially had been but...others were noticing too? 

“If that’s Loki walking on sunshine I’d hate to see what he’s like on a bad day,” you joked, trying to ease the tension and discomfort of the conversation. 

“Sweetheart, we’ve all seen the bad days but he hasn’t had a bad day since you got here. That’s saying something.” You’re startled out of the conversation by the delivery driver riding into the station so you make a soft jog to meet him halfway and grab your food, paying and trying to hurry into the station to avoid further conversation about Loki.

“See you tomorrow, Officer.” “Enjoy your date, Detective.” “It’s not a date!”

“Sure it’s not,” he chuckles softly but by then you’re half running back to your cubicle to avoid hearing it. Placing the food down, the noise alerts Loki of your presence and he turns to you, his brows furrowing as soon as he takes in your appearance. “You okay?” “What? Um, yeah,” you mutter, pulling off your winter wear and trying to act casual. “Anyway, Keller.” Your attempt to change the subject works successfully as Loki’s expression transitions into focus. 

“Yeah, Keller. I think we should trail him. See where he goes. Whether it’s Jones or the girls, he’s doing some shady shit for sure.” Loki focuses on pulling the various boxes of food out of the bag, checking their labels, seeming to look for something in particular. “Here, I ordered that noodle thing you like.”

He hands it to you, not looking at you, his eyes still fixed on the food he unpacks but you smile adoringly at him, even if it goes unnoticed. Probably better if it goes unnoticed. “Thanks,” you mumble, a hint of smile in your voice and it makes his eyes dart to you for just a moment with a tight-lipped smile and flushed cheeks.

“I think I should go see the Birch family. There’s no need for both of us to follower Keller, it might just make things more suspicious.” Loki looks at you inquisitively before nodding slowly, hesitantly agreeing. “Um, sure, I guess but what are you gonna do with the Birches?”

“Talk to them. They probably need it.” Loki blinks harshly, the twitch returning and he drops his head, almost like he doesn’t want you to see it which only brings a frown to your face. “We’re coming up to a week missing,” he says, indicating to you how that stress twitch might have come about.

“I know.” There’s silence after that. The harsh impact of reality falling between the two of you, a heavy burden to carry. You both pick at your food, unnerved by the thought but it’s silent still, much easier to swallow when unspoken. 

David: Keller’s on the move, good time to hit the Birches

You skim through the message, finally rolling your car up from a few yards away from the house - what you and Loki had deemed a safe distance in case Keller saw you and caught on - to the front of the house, stepping out. You quickly pulled your phone back out, typing a short but sweet response.

You: Thanks, I’m heading in. Stay safe :)

Your phone buzzed only a few seconds after. 

David: Always 

You shut your phone off just as you approached the door, raising your hand up to knock on it but it opens before you can. You’re met by the face of Eliza Birch, the teen daughter. “Hey, sweetheart, are your parents home?” She looks at you somewhat hesitantly through the small amount she’s pulled the door open, just enough for her head to peak through comfortably, though her body language is less tense from the softness of your tone. “No.”

“You mind if I come in anyway? I can show you my badge-”

“I know who you are, it’s fine,” she mumbles, pulling open the door to let you pass through which you respond to with an appreciative smile. 

“So you have any idea where your parents are?” You walk through the house slowly, taking in your surroundings. The house is almost too perfectly suburban for you to believe it’s been hit by such tragedy. Pictures are littered around of the happy family, many with young Joy in them, with little ornaments, some you can tell are handmaid child’s crafts, dotted around the household. You finally enter the living room, seating yourself down on an armchair just as she seats herself on the couch.

“I don’t know. Dad started going out on the searches and now mom does too.” She’s nervous, clearly. She tugs at the sleeves of her sweater, pulling them down over her wrists and she watches her own feet kick together, rubbing against the carpet.

“You don't go with them? You stay here?” She nods. She doesn’t nod eagerly. She nods rather solemnly. 

“You mind if I take a look at your sister’s room?” She seems to agree in that she stands without speaking, leading you upstairs to the bedroom. The room is perfect for a girl like Joy. It’s beautifully decorated with an assortment of her interests; princesses, sports and animals. It makes your lips turn up in a kind of sad smile. This expression soon drops however when you notice one of her drawers left slightly ajar.

“Have you guys been in here since Joy was gone?”

“Not really. A couple times here and there on the first day but after that not really.” 

You pull the sleeve of your sweater over your hand and use the covered palm to pull open the drawer slightly more. You notice Eliza shift behind you, presumably to see what you’re doing but you try and block her view with your body. The drawer is a mess. Her clothes are haphazardly scattered all over the drawer, lacking in the neat folds and orderly fashion you could see present in every other aspect of the room. You pulled open the drawer below. It was in pristine condition, untouched and what you expected this other drawer looked like before someone messed with it. You shut both of them, trying to maintain a cool and calm facade.

“What were you and your parents doing last night? Around 8pm?” you ask, pretending to look around the rest of the room like you hadn’t already found what you were looking for.

“What the hell? You’re accusing us-”

“No, Miss Birch, that’s not what I’m doing. I just need to make sure you and your family are safe at all times during this investigation. Think of it like a routine check. You’re not under suspicion of anything.”

She looks like she doesn’t believe you. You don’t like disappointing people but you can hear Loki’s voice in your head telling you to push past being courteous and try and get some real answers. You raise your eyebrows at her, making clear your question still stands.

“My parents were out searching, I was home.”

If she was home she would have heard someone break in surely. If it was the same person that hit the Dovers then she might have heard and reported it like Mrs Dover, you thought. “And what were you doing? A vague idea for around that time.”

“I don’t know...I was on the phone with Ralph for a while. I had a bath. Not exciting.” You nod, your eyes fixing on her and it seems to make her nervous. It would make sense for her to not hear an intrusion, it would also make sense for Ralph to have not heard also. 

You’re interrupted by the buzzing of your phone.

David: Keller spotted me and flipped, he’s walking home and he’s drunk so get out of there before he spots your car or something. 

You slip your phone into your back pocket, immediately walking past Eliza and back down the stairs. “Thank you so much for your help, Eliza. If you or your family need anything, I promise I can help, day or night.”

You hover by the door, ready to leave but not before you hand her your card and she scoffs slightly. “I didn’t know police officer actually cared.”

“The good ones do,” you smile slightly and she nods with a quirk of her lips. “Plus I’m new. I’m sure I’ll stop caring in ten years.” This causes her to crack a real smile and what sounds like half a laugh passes through her lips and she shoves the card in her pocket which seems to you like success.

You hurry across the lawn stepping into your car and retrieving your car as you start the engine.

You: Anything good?

David: Not quite. You?

You: Not quite.

David: See you back at the station.

You: Race you there.

David: You’re annoying.

You exhale a soft laugh at the text, setting off before Keller can catch sight of you and have an outburst at you too. Once you’re back at the station you notice Loki already in his cubicle, scrolling through something on his computer with focused eyes. Upon seeing you return to your desk he does a double take before a ghost of a smile graces his lips. “Beat you.”

“I don’t think calling me annoying counts as agreeing to a race.”

You don’t bother seating yourself in your own chair, instead you linger behind him, one hand on the back of his chair and one hand beside his which lays on the mouse as you read the article he reads. “Oh shit, this Keller?”

Your heart drops reading about his father, his father’s suicide and him discovering the body. Though your eyes perk up when you spot an address. 

“234 Campello Street,” you both say aloud making you turn to look at each other at the same time. You notice how close your faces are and you hover in that position a moment before you turn back to the screen despite having nothing else to read. You notice how his eyes stay on you a few moments more before he leans back in his seat with an exhale.

“Guess I know where we’re heading next.”

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Epilogue

Tear In My Heart | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Fluff of the highest extremity

Word Count: 1625

Authors’ Note: I can’t believe that this is the last chapter for this series! It’s been such a great run and we love you all so much for showing your support! Hope you love it as much as we did! :) (picture credit)

Epilogue - June 2019 - End of the Bandito Tour

Jenna: Let's be cute today! Put on your cutest sundress and I'm going to be there in thirty to pick you up for a girl's day. We're getting our nails done!

That was the text that you had received less than ten minutes ago as you tore through your clothes in the closet that you shared with Josh. Finding the yellow sundress that you had instantly thought of, you quickly changed into it and slipped on some wedges that went perfectly with the color scheme you were going for. You did your makeup in record time, still making sure that it was perfect before moving to your hair, pulling it halfway up and into a cute messy bun. Spraying some perfume on to finalize your look, you heard the doorbell ring - instantly knowing that it was Jenna. Jim, who had been laying on the bed as you got ready, lifted his head up curiously as he heard it and instantly ran down the hall.

You made your way behind him and grabbed your cellphone and purse, hurrying over to the front door. Opening the door to reveal a smiley Jenna, you giggled a bit at her and then pulled her in for a big hug.

"Hey, you! I'm just going to leave Josh a note that I'll be leaving to go out with you. Just give me a second. I'll meet you out there."

"Okay, hurry up! We have stuff to do!"

Hurrying back over to your post-it notes, as Jenna reclosed the door to head back to her car, you grabbed a pen and quickly jotted down your location and that you'd be back later. Adding a little heart at the end, you said goodbye to Jim with a pat on his head and exited your home, locking it behind you. You got into her car and the both of you were off to the nail salon.

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"You know that I never have my nails longer. They don't make things easy at work."

"I know, but it would be nice to see something different on you. Just to try! If you don't like it after 24 hours, then we can come back and get them fixed."

After thinking on it, you finally decided to give in and try for a bit of a longer nail. You may have budged on the subject, but you weren't going to completely move. After getting your nails done and feeling pampered, you both decided on having lunch at the nearest thai food restaurant. It had been forever since you had eaten it, so it was a never ending craving. You both got to talk about many things, including how life had been, how things were going in both relationships... everything under the sun. When she looked at her watch with a sigh, she looked up to you again and started gathering her trash.

"It's getting a bit late and I promised Ty that I would be back home to cook some dinner. You ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

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The drive back home was filled with more discussion and light music playing in the background. No matter how much time the both of you spent together, there was never a shortage of things to talk about, and that's one of the many reasons why you loved Jenna. Finally pulling back into your driveway, you smiled to your best friend and leaned over to give her a hug.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay? Thank you so much for today. It was fun!" you exclaimed as you got out of the car to head inside.

With a smirk, she nodded and waved, "You're welcome!"

You watched as Jenna pulled out of the driveway and disappeared around the bend at the end of the street. Once she was out of sight, you grabbed your keys from the depths of the purse and made your way up the path that led to the house. Josh had been pretty quiet in terms of communication today, and you were silently hoping that he was home already so you two could spend the rest of the afternoon together.

Music was the first thing that you heard when you opened the door. You recognized it instantly; it was the song that you and Josh had first danced to at Tyler and Jenna’s wedding, also known as the night that you had fully realized how you felt about Josh. After you had confessed that to him shortly after you started dating, you two had deemed the song that played that night “your song”.

“Hello?” you called as you set your things by the door and kicked off your shoes. “Josh?”

“I’m in here!”

You were relieved to hear his voice. After taking a second to look over your appearance in the mirror and deeming it passable, you followed the sound of the music into the living room. Your heart stopped as soon as you rounded the corner.

Fairy lights were strung all around the room, blinking softly against the walls and furniture, with pictures of you and Josh from the moment you had met to only a few short weeks ago clipped along them. Rose petals were laid out on the ground, creating a path from where you were standing to the middle of the room. There were even a couple of your favorite candles around, adding to the romantic atmosphere. And in the middle of it all was your boys - Josh and Jim - wearing matching black bow ties.

“What’s going on?” you asked, never letting your eyes leave Josh as you grew closer to him. “I didn’t forget an anniversary, did I? Isn’t it in two months?”

“You didn’t forget anything,” Josh smiled. “But you are going to remember something.”

Before you had a chance to ask what he meant, Josh dropped to one knee and pulled out a little black box. Your eyes were brimmed with tears in an instant, hardly able to believe what they were seeing in front of them. Josh was absolutely beaming as he turned the box over in his hands a few times.

“I thought for a long time about how and when and where I wanted to do this, but the one thing I never had to question was why. Y/N, I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that I was going to fall in love with you and from then on there was no going back. I have fallen in love with every last thing about you, even the parts that you think don’t deserve to be loved. There is nobody else in the world that I would rather spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N Y/L/N,” he opened the little box and held it out towards you, “will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you barely managed to choke out through the tears. “Of course, Josh.”

Josh’s smile grew even wider, if that was even possible, as he pulled the ring out of the box. You held out your hand and he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger. It was shining in the dim light from the fairy lights. Jim, upon noticing the excitement, was eagerly thumping his tail against the floor.

“I didn’t want to get anything too big so that you could still wear it while you’re working,” Josh explained as he stood back up. “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

You finally managed to get your hands on Josh and pulled him into a kiss. His arms wound around your waist, pulling you into the embrace that had provided you with comfort for so many years. He was the first to pull away, but he kept his forehead pressed against yours.

“You look beautiful today, by the way,” he grinned as he wiped away some of your tears with his thumb.

“Thank you.” A familiar heat rose to your cheeks, despite the fact it was a compliment you had heard countless times before. “I love you so much, Josh. This was everything I ever could have dreamed of.”

“I just wanted to make this moment special. I love you to the stars and back and wanted to show you that.”

“You definitely did.”

You kissed him again, but it was interrupted by an all too familiar voice.

“So, it finally happened, huh?”

You spun around in Josh’s arms, still keeping your hands on his shoulders. Tyler was standing just inside the living room with his arms crossed, that same stupid smirk that you had seen so many times before plastered on his face.

“No, Tyler,” you held a finger out towards him, “you do not get to come ruin this moment. You’ve done plenty of that already.”

Josh and Tyler both began to laugh, making you turn back to look at Josh in surprise.

“Y/N, it’s ok. He helped me set all of this up, he’s supposed to be here.”

“You’re sure?”

He smiled, “I’m sure.”

“I’m not the only one who’s here, either.”

Tyler wandered around the corner towards the entryway. He returned shortly after with Jenna, who was trying - and failing - to hide her obvious excitement.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Well, I knew that this was going to be a big moment for us,” Josh explained. “And I figured what better way to celebrate it than with our family?”

That was enough to send a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks. You were still in disbelief that you had ended up surrounded by so many wonderful people who cared for you so deeply. People that you now knew would be by your side for the rest of your life.

It was better than you ever could have dreamed of.

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The end?

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