#stella has already heard these thoughts

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A Package Deal - Part 3

In which things are made official.

Warnings: smut in the middle. lando being jealous. Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 4.6k words

(a note: happy new year loves!!! hope you enjoy part three!!)

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"I'm funnier than Greg, right?" Lando grumbles, not even bothering to take his eyes off of you.

"Mate, what?" Oscar replies, eyes narrowed, totally mystified as to what the hell his teammate is talking about. "Like, Greg, the guy on the strategy team Greg?"

"Yeah, him." Lando raises his chin towards where you stand opposite of said strategy Greg, laughing (even louder this time) at something he's said. Lando knuckles go white on the counter he's standing when Greg leans in just a bit too close for his comfort.

It was the first day of testing in Bahrain and Lando had just come in from his first test stint of the 2025 season. When he'd walked into the garage a few minutes earlier, he'd instantly clocked where you stood near the back of the garage staring up at a few computer monitors beside his newest nemesis, Greg. At first he hadn't thought anything of it but then he heard you laugh, a sound that was quickly becoming one of his favorite things, and he had stopped what he was doing to stare.

"I don't think I know Greg's sense of humor well enough to be the judge of that." Oscar responds, still confused as to why Lando was asking him such a random question. When Oscar follows Lando's line of sight though, everything clicks into place and starts to make a lot more sense.

"Oh..." He mutters, unable to quell the smirk that surfaces.

"'Oh' what?" Lando snaps, still attempting to assassinate Greg with a glare.

"You're jealous." Oscar practically giggles. He might be the quieter one of the driver duo, but that quiet demeanor meant that he noticed a lot more than other people gave him credit for and Oscar had caught onto Lando's crush after the first time he had stumbled into your office and disappeared on him for hours.

Lando finally tears his eyes away from where you're standing, still staring up in rapt attention to Greg. "I most certainly am not." He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest in a move that is very reminiscent of a Stella temper tantrum.

"You two aren't even together, are you?" Oscar reasons, doing next to nothing to reassure Lando that he has nothing to be worried about.

Lando narrows his eyes at the Australian as he fights a pout. "I mean, no. Not technically, I guess."

And that was the problem, wasn't it? You two had been on a few dates and he'd been coming over to your house to hang with you and Stella more and more but a serious discussion of what was happening? He'd been too scared to have that kind of talk with you so quick. You made him nervous but being rejected by you sounded even worse.

"Maybe you should like, talk to her about it then? If that's what you want? I mean, I've never seen the sight of a girl talking to someone else send you into orbit like this before. You really like her, don't you?"

Oscar had worked hard to keep his opinion of you and Lando together to himself. He hated when people commented on his relationship with Lily, which was a big reason why they were so quiet together, so he had made it a point not to press when it came to you. He'd spent most of the morning with you though, while Lando was in the car and he could see why Lando was so attached to you already. You were wicked smart and the program that you had been writing for the team was impressive. He knew there were other people in Lando's life that didn't think the driver could handle being with someone like you but the more Oscar got to know you, the more he could see why you two got on so well.

Lando's gaze slides back to you then. "I do, yeah." He murmurs, a sudden sense of determination settling over him. Before he has the chance to chicken out once again, he pats Oscar on the back and starts off towards where you and Greg are still huddled together in front of a computer screen.

"Greg, can I steal her away from you real quick?" Lando says by way of greeting, his tone needlessly possessive. "Will and I wanted to go through last sessions data with you before lunch." He lies.

You hadn't noticed the way Lando had been staring daggers at you and Greg up until that very moment but the feral look he's giving you takes you by surprise. Greg had approached you as Lando's session had wound down and your new program was stretching its legs on your laptop. He wanted to talk about the inputs you were adding in for this year and give you some feedback on the initial data capture of this morning's session. It was totally innocent and when Lando had slid up next to you practically breathing fire, you had been a bit caught off guard.

"I'll see you at the cocktail party later tonight, Greg." You give him a smile before turning back to Lando. "Where do you want to go, the debrief room?"

"Sure." Lando huffs, giving Greg a fake smile before grabbing your elbow and leading you towards an empty conference room. Like hell you were going to see Gregory at any point for the rest of the day.

You're totally confused at the way he's practically dragging you down the hallway and even more perplexed when Lando nearly slams the door closed behind him and you find the debrief room completely empty. "Where's Will?"

"What?" Lando frowns.

"You said you and Will wanted to go over some data after your session." Annoyance moves through you. What in the world was going on?

"Oh, yeah no. I lied." Lando glares at you like you're the insane one, frown deepening.

"Lando!" You sputter, resisting the urge to chuck the nearest laptop at his head. "I was in the middle of a conversation with Greg."

When he rolls his eyes, you swear you see red. "Yeah, I know. We all saw how endlessly entertaining the conversation was."

The pout that finds it's way onto his face is what unlocks everything for you though. Sudden understanding washes over you as it all finally clicks.

"You're jealous!" You gasp, desperately trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.

Lando at least as the decency to look a bit ashamed of his behavior but attempts to deny it. "I am not."

You arch an eyebrow at the man standing across from you as if he's not the easiest book in the world to read. "Lando Norris, you were jealous of a man who was telling me all about how his boyfriend took him on a trip to the Bahamas over the holidays and got bitten by a wild swimming pig."

The way Lando's cheeks go scarlet as he crosses his arms over his chest nearly has you doubled over with laughter.

"Oh."

"Oh is right, you muppet." You chuckle, using the term of endearment he's become famous for. In a few strides, your within arms length of him, tugging at the waist of his half unzipped race suit. Lando takes a step forward as you pull him closer.

"Jealously looks good on you, Norris." You smirk before giving him a quick peck on the cheek, mindful of the fact that you're still at work.

Lando settles his hands on your hips, drawing you even closer to him, seemingly forgetting that he's still at work. He grins down at you, a flirty glint sparking in his eyes.

"Yeah, well. What can I say? The sight of some idiot flirting with my girlfriend kind of set me off."

Your hands slip around Lando's waist. Heart hammering so fast you're amazed Lando can't hear it, you beam up at him. You'd never experienced the kind of contentment and safety you felt whenever you were with Lando before. He frequently caught you off balance like this and had you feeling like you were a teenager again, still believing in fairy tales and happy endings.

"Girlfriend, huh?"

"That's right." He whispers. The rasp in his voice has you pressing your hips into his, seeking friction from his body.

"Well, since I'm your girlfriend then I guess you’ll be needing this for later tonight." Reaching into the back pocket of your jeans, your fingers find the thin plastic card you'd stashed there to slip into Lando's hand sometime this afternoon.

Anticipation sparks between your bodies as Lando figures out what you've just pressed into his palm. All this time he'd been building up this big conversation that he thought had to be had and nervously putting so much pressure on himself to do this all the right way. It had only taken a matter of seconds though and you had reminded him that it like most everything that happened between you and him, this was easy too. There's a silent understanding that passes between you two then that maybe this was how it was supposed to be from the beginning and that sometimes wires get crossed and we meet people later than the universe intended.

"I have to get back to work and you should really find Will and actually debrief but I think I'd like to skip tonights cocktail hour if that's okay with you."

Lando reluctantly lets go and nods, swallowing around the thick lump of emotion stuck in his throat.

"Yeah." He croaks before reaching back out to bring your face to his, kissing you so intensely your knees buckle. "I'll see you tonight."

Not even five minutes after Lando responds to your text, you hear the beeping of the lock to your hotel room door and it swings open moments later. Anxiety flows through you despite the flirty text you'd just sent. This kind of thing was totally out of your wheel house, with most of your adult life spent focusing on your daughter and not dating. It had been Sarah's suggestion to send that risky text but after your conversation with Lando earlier, you were briefly confident that it would be well received. And judging by his response, you were right. That didn't do much to calm your nerves though so the knock on your door sends the butterflies in your belly flying around in what feels like a category five tornado.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Lando groans when he sees you kneeling on the bed waiting for him. Every thought tumbles straight out of his head at the sight of you waiting for him in nothing but black bits of lace. If he had known this was what had been waiting for him all night, he certainly wouldn't have gone to dinner with some of the team.

"You like it then?" You ask, barely resisting the urge to dive under the covers you feel so exposed under his gaze. Lando can't stop staring and it's starting to make you nervous, the way he's dragging his eyes up and down your body without making an attempt to move from where he stands just inside your hotel room.

"Like it? Baby, are you fucking kidding me? I don't think I've ever seen a prettier sight in my entire life." The rasp in his voice drags down your skin like sandpaper.

"Then stop staring and get over here."

Lando obeys immediately, toeing off his shoes before joining you on the bed. His hands find your hips and before you can make a sound, he's pulling you into his lap and attaching his lips to your neck.

"I think everyone got the impression I was about to be sick or something, I got up from that table so fucking fast." He mumbles against you. "Also, give me some warning next time you're going to send me that kind of thing, Osc nearly got an eye full of something that is for my eyes only."

Lando had been attempting to show Oscar something on his phone when your text had come through and the moment he'd swapped over to his iMessage app he was glad that Andrea had picked that exact second to call Oscar's name. He had shut down the message app so fast, all of his blood rushing straight from his head to below his belt.

"Oops." You giggle. "Sorry."

"You're not one bit sorry, don't lie."

All you do is shrug as you preen under his attention. He eyes drag lazy lines up and down your body, stalling when they fall on the black lace barely hiding your most intimate parts. The heat of his gaze has fire stoking deep in your belly and for the first time in years, you feel desired and wanted. It's an unfamiliar feeling that you're still getting used to but with Lando, it feels safe. You feel cared for and it's unlike anything you've ever experienced with anyone you've slept with before. Which, to be totally honest, wasn't a lot. You haven't been in a serious relationship since Stella's dad, the only dates you've gone on in the last six years usually ending in casual flings that don't end up meaning much outside of the bedroom.

This though? This feels different and you know Lando feels the same.

Lando's hands grip at your hips as he moves you off his lap briefly and stands up. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head when he unbuckles his belt with one hand, tugging it off in one smooth motion, the leather slapping against itself and echoing throughout the otherwise silent room. 

“Jesus.” You breathe and desperately try to catch your breath as he reaches for the hem of his shirt. You've known that Lando has a sinfully good body for a while, his entire career is centered around his body afterall so naturally, he is in amazing shape. There’s a reason that women will do next to anything to get any of the drivers in their bed. Nothing prepared you for the hard planes of his chest and the insane cut of his abs though. The way his waist nips in to show off a deep V cut of his torso makes your mouth water. With both his jeans and shirt now discarded, he stands in front of you in just a pair of gray boxers that do absolutely nothing to hide how rock hard he is.

Fuck. 

Before you can stop yourself, you rise up on your knees and move towards him, needing to get your hands on his body. On your knees before him while he’s standing, you only come up to his collar bones but that’s enough. You drop kisses on his heated flesh and relish the way his breath hitches in his throat when your lips make contact. He allows you to continue kissing him for several moments, his hands roaming all over your body. You don’t know how long it is but after his hands have taken full a full tour of your skin, he pulls back and looks at you with a primal glint in his eyes. “Lay down." He orders "I need my tongue on you. Now.” 

You obey and crawl back, watching him prowl after you. Your head rests on the pile of pillows as he covers you with his body and suddenly, the insecurity and anxiety from earlier flashes through your mind. You've never been with anyone who seemed to want to do anything but fuck you and then be done with it. This reverence for your body is completely foreign and the reality of what is about to happen crashes through the haze of lust that clouds your mind.

You must stiffen a bit because a frown appears on Lando's face as his arms cage you in and he hovers over you. “Baby?” 

You shake your head, refusing to let your insecurity ruin the night. Your eyes close and you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

“I’m fine.” You whisper but Lando doesn’t believe you. He drops back onto his knees and straddles you, drawing back so he can see your entire face. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready.” 

Your face heats, but from embarrassment this time. Fuck. You do not want to ruin this.

“No. It’s okay. I just…I’m just not used to this kind of attention.” You don’t tell him how your're used to being used for your body, for whatever pleasure your partner can get out of me and nothing more. You don’t tell him how insecure it makes you to think that he could do the same thing to you too, despite how safe and good he makes you feel no matter what. Sometimes, habits are hard to break. Especially habits that are born out of trauma. You can't tell him any of that though because you think it might break his heart. 

Lando tilts his head and seemingly understands what you're saying. “I don’t know what the fuck the guys in your life were thinking, having you in their bed and not treating you properly, but baby, I am not them. This is not about me, this is about you.” His fingers trace long, lazy lines from your shoulder down over your bra and continue down your body as you shudder with pleasure.

“That’s it." He coos. "I know you’re scared but I swear to you, you are safe with me.” His voice is barely a whisper but you can hear the sincerity in it. Your heart thunders in your chest as you hover between wanting to stop and throwing every bit of caution away and allowing him to do whatever he wants to you. 

“I know I am. I always have been.” You hum.

“Do you want to stop? You just have to say the word and we will. This is yours to control.” 

Your eyes search his for any trace of anger and when you find nothing but honesty in his face, you shake your head. “Please don’t stop.”

You desperately do not want him to stop. 

Once he’s sure you're okay, he crashes his mouth on yours once again and you melt into him. His body is so heavy on top of you but it feels oh so good. You never want it to end. You never want tonight to end. Lando presses kisses into your skin all down your body, starting at your jaw, moving slowly downwards. Kisses on that dip between your neck and shoulders, lower to your sternum, even lower to just above where your bra still sits. He stops then and snakes a hand behind you, lifting you up momentarily, and unclasps the back with surprising ease.

“Okay, that was way too easy for you.” You accuse, laughter bubbling up as he tosses the bra across the room. 

His eyes find yours and he shrugs casually, “What?” He feigns innocence, “Lucky first try?” 

“Oh, whatever. Get back to work.” You order, laughter teasing at the edge of your voice. 

Lando shakes his head again, dropping his head back where he had left off and turns his attention to one of your nipples, taking it fully in his mouth. You inhale a sharp breath at the sensation coursing through you. It feels like your skin is on fire, all leading down to a single throb between your legs. He hums in satisfaction when your back arches off the bed. A moan escapes your lips when he scrapes his teeth against the sensitive skin, the pain sends a jolt of electricity straight to your core. After what feels like an eternity, he turns his attention to the other nipple, already pebbled and hard, aching for the same attention. Your mind goes blank as you focus on the jolts of electricity coursing through your body. Your hands tangle in his curls, gripping at the tangles of brown hair, needing something to latch onto. 

“Lan.” His name is a whispered prayer on your lips. 

“Fuck. Baby.” He comes up for air briefly to look at you again and you almost can’t stand to look at him, he looks so good. His lips are swollen from kissing you for so long and he's got this heavy lidded, lustful hazy gaze in his eyes that you've never seen from him before.

“You taste so good.” He rasps before shifting back up to land kisses on your lips. You're so focused on what his lips are doing that you completely miss his fingers digging into your hips. You let out a startled cry when the sound of ripping fabric cuts through the breathy sighs that have filled the room. 

“Lando!” You whine, “I liked those!” You look at the torn bits of black lace that he’s dropped next to him on the bed and sigh dramatically.

“They were in my way. I’ll buy you fifty more tomorrow.” Without waiting for a response, his hand dips down towards your pussy and anticipation climbs in you. You gasp when he sinks not one, but two fingers into the heat between your legs.  Your entire body aches off the bed towards his hand. “Christ. Baby. You are fucking soaked for me, aren’t you?” 

It’s all you can do to just nod an affirmation as he swirls his fingers in achingly slow circles. His thick fingers inch closer to your clit but manage to avoid it and you know he’s doing it on purpose. You wiggle your hips in search of that friction you crave so badly but every time you get close, he moves his fingers out of the way. By the fourth time this happens, you're a whimpering mess underneath him and Lando is clearly enjoying it. “Lando.” You whimper. “Touch me.” 

“I am touching you.” He drops another hot kiss on your jaw and traces his tongue down your neck. You swear you're going to explode from the sensations coursing through your body. 

“You know exactly what I fucking mean.” You snap and move your hips again, only to find his fingers just short of the destination you want them in yet again. 

An evil chuckle tickles your skin. “I like you like this. A pretty little mess underneath me. My girl is so wet for me, isn’t she?” 

His girl. The emotions crash through you at his words and every other thought beyond those two words leaves your brain. 

His girl. 

His girl. 

Your brain chants the all consuming phrase. 

Just when you think you can’t take it any more and you feel that familiar tug at the base of your spine and Lando finally gives you what you've been aching for. The pad of his thumb brushes against your clit and your hips fly off the bed towards his fingers. A cry escapes your lips as you claw at his back. He keeps up the same pace and you can feel yourself barreling towards a delicious release.

“Please. Don’t. Stop.” You pant, breath coming in short gasps as you rock your hips against his hand. Thankfully, he keeps his hand exactly where it is and allows you to grind against it, knowing that this is exactly what you need from him. His lips come down on yours again and when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, you fly over the cliff.

Sweet release shatters your entire body and you stiffen against him. Your nails dig into his back, leaving little half moons embedded in his flesh. He’ll have red welts there for days and he couldn’t be happier about it. You don’t know how many times you cry out his name but he keeps completely still, allowing you to get the relief that you desperately need against him. 

When your orgasm subsides, you practically melt into the bed, mind too muddled with pleasure to talk. You open your eyes and grin lazily at Lando, who has shifted so he’s lying next to you on the bed. He’s grinning right back and tracing shiver-inducing lines up and down your naked skin.

“Fuck. Lando. That…” You are completely lost for words so it takes you a moment to form a complete sentence, “That was the first time anyones been able to make me come with just their fingers.” 

“Well, I’m glad I could be your first.” He smirks, dropping a kiss on your temple as he pulls you closer to him.

You turn to face him and you're struck at how handsome he is. His curly hair is messy from when you pulled at it while he was getting you off, his eyes glassy with satisfaction even though he hasn’t even come himself yet. He seems to get off just watching you and that is a completely foreign concept.

You reach out and feel the light stubble that covers his jaw, enjoying the rough feel against your fingers. You idly wonder what that stubble would feel like against your thighs and decide that you're just going to have to find out exactly what it feels like soon. That one single thought sends heat flooding through your veins once again and you're surprised. You've never considered myself to be one of those girls that could go several rounds. Usually you were finished after one orgasm, most of the time it was faked anyway. But with Lando laying next to you, you feel like you could do this for the rest of the night. A mischievous grin slips across your face as you reach over and push him back into the pillows.

Before you allow yourself to think about what you're doing, you straddle him and relish in the feeling of his dick that is now nudging against your ass. “I think I need you inside me now.” You tell him and squeal when his pupils blow and he flips you onto your back without warning. 

Hours later, you fall into such a deep sleep you don't notice Lando slip out of bed to get a drink of water from the bathroom. You'd spent the better part of the evening underneath him as he gradually worked you over so good you had lost count of how many times he had made you come.

The mattress dips when he joins you back in bed and Lando is surprised to find that he doesn't want to leave you. Up until meeting you, Lando had been more of a one night stand, never sleep over, kind of person when it came to sex. Getting back into bed with you and pulling you close so he could fall asleep with you tucked next to him was something he never thought he'd want but now that he had it, he knew he'd never be able to live without it again.

When Lando pulls you towards him, you stir a bit, enjoying the way the heat of his body warms your naked skin. You're so fucked out from everything Lando did to your body, your brain is a little sluggish but you turn into him, burying your head deep into his chest.

"You left me." You whine sleepily.

Lando slots his leg between yours, hitching your top leg up over his waist. "I'm sorry, baby." He whispers against your hair. "I needed a drink but I'm not going anywhere."

"I thought you left." In your sleepy haze, the words you probably would've tamped down slip out. "Please don't leave me."

Lando knows you're more than half asleep and probably don't realize what you're saying but something in your words has him feeling you don't just mean for the night. "I'm not going anywhere, sweet girl. Not ever." He whispers, listening to the soft cooing sound you make in response before you drift right back off to sleep.

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[landossnorriss]

i see you | i will always protect you | ln x she.

Pairing: lando x she. Summary: lando's girlfriend has had enough of the disrespect of a few mclaren members and decides to make it known. Word Count: 2.1k Warning: hurt? angst? idk this is very self serving?

they had locked her in his fucking drivers room. it had been hard to stomach watching the race, she had been at the edge of her seat the entire time but as the penalty landed she had lost it. lando deserved a penalty, she wouldn't argue with the fact despite knowing him so well she knew that there was no way that he wouldn't have lifted if he had seen the flag but a 10 second stop and go? her head set had been off and she had been moving before sense had really hit her. all season long she had stood by and let it happen, she had been with him as much as she could, wrapped herself around him in hopes it would shield him from the world that had proven to be so cruel to the boy they had once loved but this? it was enough.

" zak! andrea! you can't make him fucking serve that are you joking! he needs to fucking pass max and drive, absord the repercussions!" she called as she flew from the garage, mechanics trying and failing to grab at her as she made her way through the pit and to the wall her arms flailing and she didn't care what cameras caught her. she was done. " why is will calling him in! why are you not defending him!" stella heard her, but as usual her calls landed on deaf ears and with a flick on his hand he had turned back to the screens in front of him and she had felt an arm wrap around her, jons probably given no one else would have been brave enough to get close and she had been lured into lando drivers room despite her fights where she was now locked.

it was un-fucking-believable, not a single person on that pit wall had been ready to fight and with every fibre of her being she was ready to fight them all. each interview that surfaced on her phone only served to make her angrier, each time she caught sight of his face, the weight of what had happened piling on his shoulders more and more visible with each question thrown his way and the final straw? andrea's shitty fucking comments that lando should have known when a yellow was called. he had been arguing with will over pace when he had flashed and not a single person had told him about it till it was too late. the team were as much at fault as he was and the penalty was unprecedented and uncalled for.

she knew that it was lando the second the door clicked and everything in her wanted to comfort him but she had another thought on her mind. "baby... " lando frowned as she brushed passed him, confusion pulling at his brows making a picture of his already weary expression. he had been confused when she wasn't in the garage waiting for him and now his confusion had only doubled. he moved quickly after the initial shock had worn off, following his girl on the clear war path she was on.

his jaw only dropped slightly as he watched her rip open the door to where andrea and zak were currently deep in some post debrief conversation and he braced himself for the impact that was about to come. his girl was pissed and not a single person in hospitality seemed ready to stop her.

"how dare you!" she spat before zak could stop her with a well intention raise of his hands but she was already in front of andrea with a fire lit in her chest. " i'll repeat since you're looking at me with a stupid expression on your face. how, fucking, dare you. i know you have been at this team a little less time than the rest of us and so you seem to have missed something, but that man right there has bled for you from the second he stepped foot into the mtc. he has made tea, he's learnt to fix the fucking cars, he has turned down offers from every other fucking team that could have put a race winning car under him so much sooner and you give him what in return?"

" baby ... " lando warned softly behind her, as much as his chest was bursting with love for her , he didn't want her banned from races all together if she took it too far but the gentle touch of her elbow was shrugged off as she continued on.

" no lando someone needs to say it because i'm sick of it, every single weekend. not once did you congratulate lando on his pole this weekend, every single time you have to pick you pick oscar and for what? what does supporting both of your drivers do? why is that so hard for you? lando bleeds papaya through and through, he rips himself apart for this team and you left him alone to suffer after brazil, let him piece himself back together and the millionth time that he needs you to defend him this season you leave him to the wolves! what else does he have to give to this team to earn the respect he deserves from you? how can you not see that you're breaking him every time you treat him like he's nothing? he has been nothing but loyal to this team and to you, everything you ask of him he delivers and you just disrepect him constantly. you don't fucking deserve him andrea, you don't deserve to celebrate him or love him just when he wins for you when you won't defend him when he needs it!" tears streamed down her face that she barely registered as she rounded on zak who was stood staring at her with his own, admittedly ashamed expression.

" and you, you're no better. you claim to love him like a son and that you're proud of him but you're the ceo, you have the rank to pull should you need to and you constantly choose to pick the image of family over actually taking care of a boy who has been with you since he was seventeen, put some fucking respect on his name or you best believe that i will drag his ass to another team before i let him sign himself away to any more time being treated like he's nothing more than mclarens whipping post to i make myself clear?" she huffed as hands reached to wipe at her tears.

everyone paused as they waited to see whether or not she was done, tears formed in landos own eyes, guilt in zaks, praise filled jons, shame in wills. every single person in here knew that she was right, she could feel it, she just also knew it was unlikely to change much. " and you . " turning her eyes landed on her driver, her sweet, self deprecating , race worn driver. " i won't hear another word about you being sorry, no one told you it was a yellow, not your dash, not your engineer, no one, oscar got told. every one else got told but you didn't and i won't hear another word about you letting your team down, not tonight do you hear me? " she scalded with the last of the fight that was left in her , watching as misty green eyes took her in before he offered her a small nod. " now as the only person in this room that seems to give a flying fuck about the well-being of the one person that has given everything to this team im going to take lando for however long i want and you can debrief when he's ready you got that?"

moving closer to lando she reached out, her fingers linking with his she pulled him out of the room before anyone else could protest, taking the shortest route possible she knew to get him back to the safety of his drivers room. " they're never going to let me back here again god." she breathed as they closed the door, for the first time in what felt like hours taking a large breath as lando took her in. his hands moved to cup her face, thumbs wiping over the remaining tears that marred her cheeks. " i love you so much , more than any of this you know that right? " he whispered as he let his forehead drop to hers. never had anyone defended him the way that she did. " i'll defend you to the ends of this earth lando norris. i'm sorry i shouldn't have don . " she found herself cut off as landos lips captured hers gently before he pulled her into his arms, his chin resting on her head as he let his eyes close. " we'll deal with it tomorrow. " for now all he wanted to do was sleep away the race and get on their way to the next one. so long as he had her by his side, he could handle whatever they threw at him.

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lando had long since lost the battle with sleep on the flight to abu dhabi a few hours later, his head tucked into her lap and snuggled into his hoodie, her fingers running through his hair as she watched him rest. the pair had been quiet as she had packed up his gear with jon and he spent some time online with max, they both knew he needed it and she was happy just to see him crack a few smiles. she knew once he woke again it would really hit him and she would have a whole new job to do.

the longer he could rest now the better, the easier her job would be. feeling eyes on her she lifted them from where her fingers were repeating their gentle motions through freshly washed curls. finding stella watching her she shook her head, she didn't have it in her to fight with him now. she had considered getting them a second jet but lando hadn't wanted to leave oscar with the team after the results.

" i'm glad he has you. " stella commented softly as he dropped his eyes to lando and she felt the need to somehow cover him from view even if he was none the wiser. " it can be hard , i have to be honest with the media and sometimes i am harsher on him because i know what he can deliver. " he continued as if it would explain his choices throughout the season. she didn't care though , not tonight , not when it was lando on the line for all of his honesty.

" if you think treating him that way , talking to him like that , will get the best out of him then you've failed him andrea , he loves you , he loves this team , he needs that in return or you're going to break him. " how he didn't see that she couldn't understand, he wore his heart on his sleeve so plainly even those that didn't know him could see it, so why couldn't he?

" i care about him too you know? " andrea tried again but this time it was zak who coughed, shaking his head at his team principle for a moment, his own eyes landing on the sleeping boy in her lap. it was so easy for them all to see the easy going young man he had grown into, the boy that had grown into his skin but in moments like these he was still the young, shy, self doubting teen that zak had inherited and the reminder they had all gotten today was needed.

" you can't burst out like you did again today , especially not in front of the cameras, it makes everything so much worse, for him you know that right? " zak asked quietly and she nodded, she knew that but she was ready to argue anyway, zak beating her to the punch this time. " but , message received, we will be gentler with him, we know he can be the best, that's why we push, but we will do better to protect him, i promise you that. "

she said nothing as her eyes returned to lando again, her fingers unmoving from his hair before she let her own eyes fall closed. it was weekend to forget that was for sure, but she would do everything in her damn power to make sure neither of them forgot what they had in lando ever again.

[wokeupinmars]

“How many mimosas does it take...?”

Summary: You and Peter made the jump from friendship to dating a few months ago and have yet to tell your friends until now, over brunch. 

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You struggle to keep your eyes open, fighting the second wave of sleep begins to wash over you. The room is silent aside from the light snores of the man next to you. You choose to soak up the sight before you. 

Peter. 

He’s laying on his stomach, cheek squished against the pillow, lips slightly parted, facing you. You shift your focus to the state of his back, feeling smug, seeing the scratches down his back from the night before. 

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to stare?” The huskiness of Peter’s morning voice filled your ears. He shuffles closer to you, burying his head in the crook of your neck. 

“It’s the aesthete in me, I can’t help it.” You can feel the smile that graces his lips against your skin.  

Before either of you get the chance to speak again, Peter’s phone starts vibrating from the nightstand. He lets out a groan before reaching for it “Shit, it’s Harry.” 

“Hey man”

“Hey Pete, have you heard from Y/n?” His eyes flick over to you as he replied: “No, I haven’t, why?” 

“She went out with her coworkers last night and never came home. MJ and I tried calling her but the calls just rang out. Can you also try and reach her?” 

“Oh shit, okay. I’ll call but she probably just crashed at Stella’s house and forgot to let you know.” 

“Yeah, probably. But MJ is not having any of that shit since those muggings started happening in the area.” 

The mention of muggings and the indirect implication something might have happened to you caused him to sit up. Peter knew all about the muggings, it was something that he was following closely. Especially because it was in your neighborhood. He knew you were safe with him, but your friends didn’t know that as the two of you opted to keep your relationship under wraps. 

You could vaguely hear what was being said on the other line and screwed your eyes shut silently cursing yourself for worrying your friends, looking over at your boyfriend as he told Harry he’d try to get a hold of you before exchanging goodbyes. 

“I thought you texted Harry about not coming home in the cab?” he questioned, dropping his head back down to the pillow. 

You reach over him to grab your phone, opening up your messages and texting your friends letting them know you’re okay. “I never hit send” showing him the message already typed in the chat bubble waiting to be sent.

His hand rests on the small of your back “So you went out with coworkers, huh? Do you kiss all your coworkers?” 

“Just the pretty ones, now up, we all made plans for brunch,” you say crawling over him and out of bed. 

“I know we did, but it’s only ten. Who has brunch at ten? Just come back to bed, honey, we’ve got plenty of time.” To this you shake your head, slipping on your dress from last night. “I told MJ that I was already on my way back, which I should be…can you zip me up?” 

Peter stands and lets out a groan as he stretches before he pulls the zipper of your dress, fingers lingering a few seconds extra. He moves his hands to wrap around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I know I said it about a million times last night but you look beautiful, you always do.” You only hum in response, grabbing his hand and leading him into the bathroom to brush your teeth. 

It had been just under four months since you and Peter officially got together. After years of dancing around your feelings for each other and insisting that friends do in fact look at each other that way, you both finally have what you’ve always wanted. 

Your relationship was kept quiet because you both understood that finally acknowledging that there was much more than just friendship between you two and actually acting on it would be something that you could never go back from. The idea of the dynamic between the two of you in addition to your entire friend group changing for the worst made you both anxious. 

So the two of you decided to hide your relationship from them. You were going to tell them, but when May pieced everything together herself about a month in, you both figured it was only a matter of time before your friends do the same.

That was several weeks ago. You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t find the situation amusing, and sure, sneaking around at the start did add a bit of thrill but you expected them, especially Harry, to say something. 

Harry had been best friends with the two of you since you were just little kids, he knew you both incredibly well, and he knew about how you felt towards Peter, something that you finally admitted to him (not that you needed to) after moving in together. You also knew Harry well, and you knew that he was a big fan of the idea of you and Peter, but you also knew that if he even suspected that anything truly romantic happened with the two of you, he’d voice it. You also worry that he would think you guys didn’t trust him, even if that wasn’t the case. 

As for MJ, her not knowing isn’t something that you ruled out, at least not completely. She had been privy to the shitshow that was you and Peter being in denial about each other's feelings in high school. She might not have known the two of you as long as Harry has but she didn’t need to, MJ was an observer, and even if she wasn’t, it wasn’t hard to notice that you two essentially orbited around each other. The possibility of her knowing and simply turning a blind eye to it until she was told by you or Peter directly was very likely. 

You can hear the water beat against Peter’s skin, “You sure you don’t want to join me?” You shake your head putting your toothbrush back in the holder next to his. “Very tempting but I’ll have to pass this time.” You watch him pout in the reflection of the mirror. “Fuck, you really did a number on me,” you said stretching your neck to the side analyzing the marks he left there. “Says you, I can only imagine what my back looks like right now,” that causes you to smirk and pull the shower curtain open further. “Is this you taking me up on my offer?” His grin is wide, “I’m afraid not baby, I just wanted a kiss before I left.” His mouth forms into an ‘o’ before pursing his lips and leaning forward to give you a peck.

“I’ll see you soon,” giving him one last kiss. “Yes, you will.”

You unlock the door and push it open. Harry and MJ are seated on the couch. “Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Harry’s voice echoed through the room. 

“Did you get mauled?” MJ’s eyes widened slightly. 

Harry gasps and is on his feet to get a closer look at you. “Oh my god! You hooked up with someone last night?” 

“I did, but it was more than a hookup, I’ve been seeing him for a while,” you confess, walking away from him and down the hall into your room. Harry and MJ follow close behind. “For a while? What about Peter?” 

“Yeah, what about Peter? We thought you guys were finally going to stop beating around the bush. You guys have been extra touchy and smiley lately. I thought this was going to be it,” MJ adds. 

A frown was present on both of their lips. “Okay, I see where you guys are coming from but this is a conversation to be had after I’ve showered and am dressed for brunch.” You say gathering your clothes and towel and moving past them into the bathroom. 

As you run through your usual morning routine you realize that this would be the right moment to come clean about your relationship. From what your friends had said it was clear they had been biting their tongue for some time. You figured you had some time before Peter arrived and would be able to text him about everything as a heads-up. 

However just as you exit the bathroom, you hear the front door open and Harry letting your boyfriend in. Entering your bedroom, you find MJ sitting on your bed. 

“It’s him isn’t it, Peter? He’s the guy you’ve been seeing.” You can feel your cheeks heat up “Yes, we’ve been dating for a couple of months now-four- to be exact.” 

“I knew it. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was a friends-with-benefits arrangement, which I’m glad it wasn’t because you’d both be hurting each other or if it was serious and he was your boyfriend.” She explained. 

You feel relieved, “We were going to tell you guys but everything was pretty hush-hush because we both thought it would fuck up our friendship and then May found out about a month in when she went over to Peter’s for dinner, we thought you guys would do the same. But then the weeks went by and none of us said anything, and it left like one of those things that the longer you wait the more others would feel like you don’t trust them. Can I ask when you pieced it together? God! Does Harry know too?” 

She laughs as you finish speaking, your pace telling her that you’ve been holding it in for a while. “He doesn’t, he knows that you’ve been in love with each other forever, and is sick of waiting for you two to finally come around and get together. I’m almost positive he’s contemplated locking you two in a room and not letting you out until you talk about your feelings before. I knew something was up when we went to that Oscorp event. Peter smelled like your perfume when you guys arrived.”  

You were sitting at your desk, buffing out your color corrector, about to respond when there was a knock on the door. “Can we come in?” Peter asked, only turning the knob after hearing a yes from both of you. Harry took a seat next to MJ on your bed, while Peter walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your temple before saying hi. 

“Are you almost done?” Harry asks

“Almost, I just need to add concealer and perfume, then we can leave.” 

“Cool, can we continue our conversation from before? I would like answers.” 

“Oh? What were you guys talking about?” You could tell Peter was intrigued. “Y/n’s seeing someone, and she said we’d talk about it after she got out of the shower, so who is it? Because whoever it is can’t hold a candle to-” Harry’s words come to a halt due to MJ’s hand covering his mouth. “Maybe we should wait until after brunch before we pester her with questions, who wants to be interrogated on an empty stomach?” A muffled noise, presumed to be a hum in agreement, is made in response. 

Peter’s gaze is on you, you know he wants to ask what that was about and is waiting for an opening to do exactly that. Lucky for him, MJ gives that to him by telling Harry that you're just about finished and that they should go put on their shoes and wait for you by the door. 

“I didn’t know you were seeing someone” Peter jokes once they’re out of earshot. 

“Oh ha ha, MJ knows, or we’ll she already knew and I confirmed it for her.” 

“Since when?” He runs his hands over the fabric of your sundress, “Is this new?” 

“Since the Oscorp gala, said you smelled like my perfume and it tipped her off. This is new, I bought it the other day, you like?” He takes your hand and spins you around, “I love, you look gorgeous. What about Harry?” 

You rummage through your closet before holding up two different pairs of sandals. “MJ says he’s none the wiser, but is kind of sick of the pining, which ones go better with the dress?” He points to the shoe in your right hand, “That one. Let’s just tell him at the restaurant.” You nod your head. “I was going to text you about telling both of them when you got here because the first words out of their mouths after I said I've been seeing someone were ‘What about Peter’ but you were already here. Alright, I’m done.” 

The four of you make your way out of the apartment and down into the subway station at the corner of your block. One train ride later, you were all sitting in the outdoor section of the restaurant waiting for your meals to come sipping on mimosas and gossiping amongst yourselves. 

Until Harry turns his attention to you “How many mimosas does it take for you to finally spill your guts about this guy? Because as your best friend, I am deeply offended that today was the first I’m hearing about it, especially since we talked about you building up the courage to tell you know who about how you feel.”

“It’s Peter.” 

“It’s me.”  You and Peter say at the same time, statements that cause your friend to choke on his drink. You all watch Harry intently, as he wipes his mouth with a napkin waiting for his reaction, for a second you're worried he’d be upset but any worry you had fades as he grins. 

“It’s about time, how long? When’d you tell him? Or did he tell you? I’ve been waiting for this moment since our middle school dance. Can I be the best man at your wedding? Oh my god! I can't believe you did that to her neck. Do you know that you two were awful at hiding your feelings, you’ve basically been dating each other all our lives. It’s important to me that you know that, because I was probably one ‘she’s just a friend’ or ‘he doesn’t like me like that’ away from losing my mind.”

read about May finding out here.

[gigglesandfreckles-hp]

hiiii abi! hope you’re doing well <3 number 11, pls? thank you!

But I knew you Playing hide-and-seek and Giving me your weekends, I I knew you cardigan by Taylor Swift

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“LILY!”

Lily pauses mid-brush, her toothbrush dangling precariously from her mouth.

“Huh?” she calls back.

“THE DOOR, LILY!” Petunia shouts from the living room. “HE’S BEEN KNOCKING FOR FIVE MINUTES STRAIGHT.”

The toothbrush clatters into the sink as Lily’s lips curl into an irrepressible grin. She snatches it back up, spits hastily into the basin, and barely wipes her mouth before bolting out of the bathroom.

Never mind that Petunia is exaggerating about the length of time Lily was even in the bathroom, let alone how much time he’s been knocking. Never mind that Petunia could be a decent human and open the door herself. Never mind that Petunia thinks the only crime worse than having magic like Lily is having magic and choosing to date Lily.

She grabs a cardigan from her bedroom, sliding her socks across the polished hardwood as she skates toward the front door. Practically leaping into her trainers, she pulls the door open with a flourish.

“Bye, Tuney!” Lily sings, tossing the words over her shoulder.

From the living room, Petunia glares at her over the top of her book. “Make sure that horrid boy has you back by—”

Lily slams the door shut, cutting off the rest of her sister’s decree. She’s already beaming at the boy standing on the doorstep.

“Hi, horrid boy,” she says.

“Hi, gorgeous girl,” James replies with a grin, leaning in to kiss her. Her back bumps against the door, and she wonders idly if Petunia can hear. She has half a mind to twist the knob just to see the reaction, but the thought vanishes as James’s lips move against hers, and her heart swells.

“How’s the lovely Petunia Evans?” James asks once he pulls back enough to get a sentence in, his voice warm with humour.

Lily snorts. “Dreadful. Vernon’s away on business.”

“How very important of him.”

“So she has extra free time to degrade all my life choices.”

“Well you do make so many bad ones,” he says, smirking. He takes her hand and starts to pull her down the steps from Petunia and Vernon’s new house on Privet Drive.

The neighbourhood is pristine, posh in a way that feels entirely at odds with the modest home and warm childhood they shared in Cokeworth. Lily glances back at the house, a pang of resentment flaring at how much joy Petunia seems to find in separating herself from their parents’ memory.

“You know,” James says, swinging their joined hands between them, “I’ve been thinking. It doesn’t make sense for you to stay with them.”

Lily laughs. “It makes perfect sense, actually. Considering I don’t have, you know, a single pound or galleon to my name.”

He rolls his eyes. “But I—”

“James.”

“I know, I know,” he says, sighing. “But what if—what if it wasn’t my money?”

She frowns, slowing her steps. “Are you planning a bank job?” she asks dryly. “Because Gringotts is rather tight on security these days. Something about a Dark Lord. Not sure if you’ve heard of him?”

“What if it was our money?”

She stops completely, tugging on his hand to halt him too. Her stomach flips as she looks up at him, her voice quieter now. “What?”

“I mean…” He scratches the back of his neck with his free hand, his cheeks tinged pink. “I mean, if we were married, then it’s all the same thing, right?”

“If we were married,” she echoes, the words tumbling out as her mind races.

His blush deepens, and he chuckles nervously. “It’s just… just a thought.”

“We’re eighteen,” she says faintly.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, but she doesn’t miss the way his face falls the slightest bit in disappointment, even as he tries to stay casual. “I know.”

“We would…” She swallows, her heart pounding. “We would just get a house and—and live there? You and me?”

He nods, then grins slightly, his tone softening. “I mean, the cat could come, too.”

“Stella,” she corrects automatically. “She would be our cat after all, wouldn’t she?”

Her lips twitch upward despite herself. Of course she’s thought about this. Of course she plans to spend her life with him. But imagining a nebulous, distant someday is wildly different from considering it now, on the pavement of Privet Drive, with his hand warm in hers.

“If we got married, sure,” he says, his grin growing.

“This is a rubbish proposal, Potter,” she says, though her cheeks ache from the smile breaking across her face.

He throws his head back and laughs, the sound full and unrestrained. “Well, I didn’t plan on doing it today,” he admits. “I just…really, really dislike your sister.”

“If that’s the only—”

“And,” he interrupts, grabbing her other hand and turning fully toward her, “I really, really love you and can’t remember a time I didn’t have the thought of marrying you bouncing around in the back of my head.”

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @stellas-starry-stories13 request: reqs are still open????

damn bro

did you like increase the amount of reqs or smth

Anyway

akito, toya, and rui with a gf who can sing rlly good but she doesnt think so and like they basically have to convince her she has talent

ty pookie

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Kinda yeah hihi I usually do 10 and this time I did 15 >:D Anyway hope you don't mind the fact I made it little oneshot hihi 🤭

Anyway I had a bit of fun here so I really hope you'll also like it!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff, TW: small swear in Akito part

Akito came over to the playground the two of you were often meeting up. He saw you using this time to practice so he quietly walked closer and closer behind you. He didn't wanted to be creepy but also knew if you hears him, you'd stop singing... And can you really blame him for just wanting to enjoy the beautiful melody?

"Goddamn why the high note..."

He could hear you complain to yourself... and just by the way you couldn't reach the high note, he could hear your voice was most definitely strained...

"Don't. You'll make your vocal cords worse."

"A-Akito?! When did you got here?!"

"Just a while ago. Here."

He replied shortly an just reached out his right hand holding bottle of water for you to take.

"Take it easy."

"Eh... I seriously want to learn how to sing finally..."

"You're already great at singing, don't bullshit me. I'll shut up your mouth myself if I'll have to. You're literally one of the best singers I know so don't damage your throat like that."

He said a bit done with how self conscious you seem to be about your singing, when he's admiring it every time he hears your voice! It's him who's supposed to be jealous of the other's talent here, not you!

He only furrowed his eyebrows more and crossed his arms when he saw how unconvinced you looked. With small sigh he realized there might be just one way for you to listen to him...

"You're... actually my idol, believe it or not..."

"I... am... what...?"

You stops there just looking at each other in silence, you trying to figure out if he's serious, while he tries to nad faint from emberassment.

"Let's get this date going. What was it? Cafe?"

He said standing up straight and turning towards exit of the playground, thinking he found great excuse to forget about what he said and takw your attention somewhere else.

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @miya-akane @hayillaaaaaaa @stellas-starry-stories13 @hakulivesformusic @luhvashh @akiritoz @sucodelaranja86 @aluvslink - come get your pancakes lover!

Toya thought it's gonna be a normal home date for you! He casually rang on your doorbell, hoping for you to answer, but when he was on 5th ring, you didn't answer the door or any of his phonecalls... he got seriously worried... So he used the spare keys you gave him in case of an emergency and opened the door for himself.

"Y/N? I'm sorry for barging in like this but... you didn't answer and I'm really worried now... Are you alright? Did something happen?"

He slowly walked into house, raising his voice ever so slightly to make his presence known. His legs slowly lead him to your room... he also gave a little knock on the door once he arrived, but he was a little hesitant when he heard you were apparently... listening to his groups song?

After few minutes you opened the door for him a little bit surprised. But before you could even said anything, he quickly explained himself, not wanting you to have any bad suspicions about him.

"You weren't answering at doorbell or my phone calls... I got worried and used the spare keys. I'm sorry..."

"No, no... it's my fault for listening to music too loudly..."

He looked over at your computer screen and noticed the song named "Aun no Beats", covered by Vivid BAD SQUAD. His first thought was that you might be having negative thoughts about yourself again, but he didn't wanted to jump into conclusions... so he decided to ask first.

"May I ask why were you listening to my groups song?"

"I just... you sound really nice in that cover! And... I just wanted to... enjoy it?"

It was clear lie to him. Now he was sure you were doubting your singing talent again, so he swiftly took your hands into his and placed a soft kiss on it's back, not hiding with his words he knows true reason behind your actions.

"You're amazing singer, my dear... Every time I hear your voice, it feels like my voice is being blessed by an angel... You're incredible at what you're doing, trust me."

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @miya-akane @toyaslove @stellas-starry-stories13 @sucodelaranja86 - come get your cookie lover!

Since Rui has practice with his group today and you were free, and he didn't wanted to leave you alone... he invited you to join! He honestly didn't mind you wanted to sit in audience~ Everyone have their preferences after all!

But nonetheless, he still kept a close eye on you when he performed... and he was glad he did because he noticed that look in your eyes that told him everything. The way you were sadly looking at the current singer... the way your face turned into a frown during someone's higher notes... he could tell you were thinking about your own talent not being enough again...

So the first chance he got, he approaches you sneakily and surprised you with sudden hug! He tried to appear cheerful to not let you know he figures you out, so you wouldn't turn to defensive mode.

"How's my pretty singer doing~?"

"Oh- uh... I'm good! But I wouldn't say I'm-"

"Yes, you are... You're great singer, darling. Please don't doubt yourself..."

In the end he can't hold back the honesty... he just finds it so hard to believe, how someone as amazing as you doesn't see what an amazing person they actually are...

"Just trust me on this one! It's not any plan or trick, I promise on RoboNene!"

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@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @sucodelaranja86 @sillykana-13 @aluvslink - come get your crazy inventor~

[mordredisacoolname]

LA WINKS CHARACTERS: SNEAKING UP THEIR WINDOW

MALE READER

Characters: Bloom Aisha Stella Musa Riven Sky Beatrix Silva Dane

CW: mention of spicy times, age gap in Silva's part (reader is over 18)

Note: I've only watched season 1 so I'll add more characters later on

BLOOM- she just started drifting to sleep when she heard light tapping on her window. Opening her eyes she saw you signing for her to open the window. When you slid in you laughed at her surprised look. "What are you doing here?" She had asked, but you just smile and kiss her.

Bloom will be nervous at first, but than she'll ease up and will drag you to her bed to talk, not risking anything else to not wake up Aisha.

AISHA- she was doing her homework, quietly to not wake up Bloom who was already sleeping when she noticed you waving outside the window. She instantly started worrying as she thought something happened. She opened the window letting you in "did something happen? Are you ok?"

Reassuring her everything is fine and you just wanted to see her, she'll tell you how irresponsible you are and try to shoo you away. You will eventually surrender and leave, but not before teasing her and kissing her goodbye.

STELLA- she was getting ready to sleep when she heard a tapping on the window. Turning her head towards it she saw you waving at her. She smirks, going to the window and letting you in. "Hey handsome" she said and kisses you deeply, feeling your hands wrap around her waist.

She has no problem with it and is happy you came. She'll invite you to bed, sitting on top of you. You'll have to be quiet, no matter what you do, but you do have your privacy as the other girls all sleep in other bedrooms.

MUSA- she already sensed you coming up, so she opened the window and sat back down on her bed, taking her headphones off. You slid to the room and saw her smiling at you. "Hey" you said and hurried to jump on her taking her head in your hands and kissing her. "Hey yourself" she said drawing you closer to her.

She likes this hour of night, when everyone is asleep and she has her peace and quiet. But sometimes it gets lonely, and she enjoys your company, laying together, making out, and other stuff.

RIVEN- most of the time he's snicking to you, but this time you were the one climbing through his window. You texted him to open it a few minutes before, and now he was laying in his stomach facing the other side, smoking a joint (sky was finally somewhere else, so he could smoke in peace). You went up to the bed climbing up, and squishing him with your whole weight. "Ugh Jesus" he complained while you held his wrist and took a puff, kissing his neck in the process.

You'll joke around and smoke for a bit, deciding to have fun a little bit, starting with shotguns and kissing, and than continuing your activities.

SKY- opening the window he harshly whisper asked you what are you doing here. When you told him you wanted to hang he said "wait for me outside". Pulling his shoes on he hurried down to you and took you by the hand to a less visible place.

He likes sticking out with you but worries that someone will see you coming to his room, so you just go outside to a more private place and hang there, when he is visibly more relaxed.

BEATRIX- she was reading a spells book when she saw you gesturing for her to open the window. She put the book aside and opened the window. Smirking, she didn't let you in yet "did you want something?" She asked. "Come on let me in" you pleaded. When you were both inside you hoped on her bed, lying on your back with your hands behind your head. She claimed on top of you and started kissing you.

She loves when you snick inside her dorm and distract her, making her worries go away and just have fun.

SILVA- he was working on taking his gear off when he saw you climbing up to his window. With a shocked expression he opened the window and helped you gat inside. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked stunned "just want to hang with you" you said sweetly and came up to him wrapping your hands around him kissing him deeply. "And what you just decided to climb up my window and ignore the door?" He said amused between kisses. "I didn't want Farah or Ben seeing me, it's only my second year teaching here and as far as I remember they didn't like me very much as a student"

You continued making out eventually getting to bed to do more than just kissing.

DANE- he gaped in surprise when he saw you at his window. Letting you in he quietly closed his door not to wake up his roommate. "Hey-" he didn't finish his sentence as you grabbed his face kissing him. "Hey" you said when you parted from him. He smiled and grabbed your waist, telling you it is a pleasant surprise while you were dragging him to his bed.

You didn't snick up to his room often, but when you did he enjoyed every moment. Sometimes you just sat together rumbling about random stuff, and sometimes you did more. It really depends on both of your moods.

[oddluver]

Here's the thing about Via's reaction to Stolas:

Via doesn't know the full picture. We, the audience, do. It's called Dramatic Irony. It's used to tell a narrative that the viewers know something the character does not and in the process of story telling, the character will eventually find out on their own. This kinda gets a lil long.

If you look at it, Via thought her parents were in a loving relationship, hence, why else would they have a child and all those family photos on the walls? She doesn't know that she is a precautionary heir because no one told her. We heard from Paimon that Stolas was to marry Stella for that sole reason and we heard Stolas say it about Via when confronted by Stella when she berated and hit him on his balcony.

But, that illusion of family was first shattered when Stella refused to comfort her own daughter when Via had a nightmare. Stella further doesn't care about her daughter when she talked about how she birthed her, "an egg falling out of her." Jeez, what a way to show you care about your kid. We only see Stolas take care of her, while her mother is usually annoyed at Stolas, seen fighting directly in front of Via, plotting assassination, and even rubbed it in Via's face that she can't interact with Stolas anymore. Not once has this woman shown any genuine concern for Via and even then, when Stella hugged her during Stolas' trial, it was for her own selfish gain. Alternatively, to Via, it looked like Stella was finally warming up to her and for once tried to comfort her daughter during a very serious moment in her life. Stella hugging her was the validation that Via needed that a parent still loved her, even if meant that person was Stella.

A younger Via became rightfully attached to the sole parent taking care of her. And when the parent that she loved and trusted, decided to cheat on her neglectful mom? Via became worried about being abandoned and for good reason too. Although when she confronted Stolas the first time at Loo Loo Land, Stolas didn't have the words to explain why he did what he did to Via. Even the second time around, he couldn't get the chance to tell her about his desires that we the audience already know and that Via is still stuck in the dark, despite only knowing that her dad chose Blitz over their family. Her refusal to hear him out is not her being "a dumb teenager" for plot, but rather the times that her father couldn't sit her down and talk about the reasons for his infidelity. The pills were the last and final confirmation that validated her feelings that her parents truly did not love each other and by extension, her.

She is seen as an obligation because that's what all she saw growing up from one parent to the other. To Stolas, his destiny was decided for him and when he got a taste of autonomy, the desires he so desperately wanted while in a relationship, he took the chance. Yet, he also only saw Via as his saving grace in the marriage. I believe he truly does care for Via and he wants both things, but unfortunately to Via, he's selfish and for the wrong reasons. And without Via knowing the deeper meanings as to why he loves and wants Blitz, she is creating a deeper wedge to spare herself from more disappointment and heartbreak.

[rekino2114]

Pet names headcanons with brave danganronpa girls

A/n:first bdr post since it's won the poll

Anko hibana

Unironically calls you pookie

Ok, it kinda started as a joke. She thought it was funny, so she called you that to make you laugh. But you both actually liked it, so it stuck

You eventually ended up calling her pookie, too, so you two just purposefully come up with the most cheesy and over the top pet names you can think of and call each other them endless to the annoyance of everyone else

"Oh, hi anko, how are you?"

"Better now that my super adorable and sweet pookie bear is here~"

"Thanks, I'm glad you're here too cutest pookiest hottest best girlfriend ever"

"Awwwww that was soooo cute but I should have expected that from my precious, wonderful and amazing pookie"

"........can you two shut up?"

Rei tsuji

She might not know what a pet name is

Listen, this girl is like the most not used to a relationships person ever. Every day she's with you, she discovers something new she didn't know couples did, and pet names are a part of it

The first time you called her honey she was like "....do you want some?" And literally went to grab you honey

You just call her by her name or some variation of it now so she doesn't get confused

"Hey rei-rei how are you?"

".....ehm good but why did you repeat my name?"

"It's a cute nickname, you don't like it?"

"No.....it's fine.......y/n-y/n"

"I....don't think it works quite as well with my name"

"O-oh I see.....sorry"

"It's fine"

Stella hoshinari

She's very classic with pet names, she likes to call you dear, darling or love.

She especially uses them when she's jealous. She knows you're really hot (she tells you that so often) so she has to make sure everyone knows you're with her, even if a lot of people already know it due to how famous she is

You call her classic nicknames too but your absolute favorite to call her is star or my star because that's what she is (and also that's what her name means)

"Oh sorry darling, was I interrupting something?"

"Oh no sorry Stella, that girl started flirting with me but I told her I had a girlfriend"

"Don't worry my love, I heard everything, I'm not surprised she tried to flirt with you, you are very attractive if I say so myself"

"Aww thanks, you're beautiful too my star"

Urara amemiya

She has many pet names for you, she basically calls you by nicknames more than your actual name

Her favorite one is snookums, though. Don't ask her why she just thinks it's cute, even if it's kinda weird you like it since it fits urara's vibes

She also sometimes calls you names from manga series (mainly those she creates) even better if it's the love interest of a character she likes or of the protagonist. You don't always get the reference, but when she explains it, it becomes one of your favorite names

"Hellooo, how's it going snookums?"

".......what's that?"

"What?"

"A snookums"

"To be honest, I have no idea, I was told it's a pet names for partners though"

"Oh I get it, it's cute"

"Hehe, I'm glad snookums"

Honoka onizaki

Definitely calls you hottie, hot stuff, and anything like that, it's a pet name and a compliment at the same time, what more could you want?

She is also a very frequent pet names user, she also comes up with them on the fly, like she changes how she calls you basically every day for absolutely no reason

You like to call her bombshell for obvious reasons. She's hot, and she likes bombs that nickname is literally made for her

"Yo! Wazzup magma, having a good day?"

"......m-magma? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's you.....get it? Cause you're hot....like magma"

".....oh"

"Nah, I get it it's stupid....how about....."

"Honoka, it's fine, you can call me babe or something like that"

"And where's the fun in that? I need to be more creative"

".....whatever at least they're cute"

Hana kongou

She actually doesn't use pet names that often, preferring to call you by your name, but she still likes using them once in a while

Her favorite ones are sweetheart, sweetie, my sweet, anything to imply how nice and kind you are to her, cause that's one of the main things she loves about you

You like to call me princess, or my princess because that's what she reminds you of, especially when she puts on some dresses she made. And she always blushes whenever you call her that but she still loves it

"Hey y/n, do you mind hanging out later?"

"Oh definitely not, I'd love to princess"

"D-don't call me t-that it's embarrassing"

"You don't like it?"

"N-no I do......it's just....in front of other people it's kinda.....nevermind...I really like it"

"I'm glad, my princess~"

"T-thanks sweetheart"

Ume omori

She is probably the least pet name forward girl here, it's not that she doesn't like them she just uses your name more often

She genuinely doesn't know what to call you. If she really feels like calling you something else that isn't your name, she'll just use a shortened version of it

You call her cutie, and she always blushes and tells you to stop. Sometimes, you even say ghost cutie. She's a bit more accepting of this but still doesn't really like it

"Hey ghost cutie, what are you doing?"

"S-shut up, don't call me that"

"Why thought? You are really cute and like ghosts"

"But I'm not one, if you call me that, they might get angryyyyyy"

"Oh OK.......can I call you just cutie then?"

"*sighs*"

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.30

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

It is my honor to reveal what I think Riven should look like. I hate him in the Netflix series because he looks sickly or as if he is a junkie. I would also like to say that I have no idea who this gentleman is or why his trainer slaps him around so brutally, but honestly, if I were Riven's teacher, I would do the same.

As the hour with Palladium ends, he asks me to stay behind. Several girls, clearly on Stella's side, smirked as they seemed sure I would be reprimanded for my outburst. Nevertheless, I stay behind and wait until everyone leaves. Only then do I rise from my throne, raise my hand, and clench it into a fist. Suddenly the throne disappears, as the stones were formed by pure magic instead of the environment. I've never been able to do this before, but since the other cores were taken out of me, I feel so much energy pulsing through me that I just had to try it.

“I see you are learning quickly,” Professor Palladium commented on my performance, smiling.

I'm already exhausted, even though it's still early in the day. Right now, all I can do is roll my eyes. "Please just tell me what you want to talk to me about. I'm not in the best mood, and honestly, there's nothing I want more than to sleep right now."

The older man nods understandingly. He walks around his desk and leans against it, barely sitting on it since he is relatively tall. "You can't blame them forever-"

"I can," I interrupt him. "There has not been a single apology, and as I have already promised, I will treat them the same way they treated me until I receive that apology."

The man sighs heavily and wipes his face. "I'm unsure if you understand the possible repercussions, but many of these fairies are princesses and future queens."

"With all due respect, Professor. I understand that fact. The problem, however, is that none of them seem to understand that I, too, will soon be ruling. I'm just waiting until my old grandfather finally dies, and then everyone will see what they did wrong."

“What does that mean?” he asks skeptically.

"For example, I want to see how Solaria harvests its food without tools or how Eraklyon makes weapons without its ore." I grin at the old man, who, like the others, doesn't seem to know where I'm the crown prince from.

I walk away, feeling like our conversation is already over, and walk past Palladium, who is visibly speechless. To my surprise, I see someone standing outside the classroom. She looks up at me with her green, gentle eyes and a cautious smile on her lips. But she seems surprised at me, smiling back.

We walk to our next class in silence. Either she feels guilty for what happened or she must have smelled that I wanted to go somewhere else because this whole class environment makes me sick. I'm just not used to sitting around for so long doing nothing but trying to remember shit; I'll probably never get used to it again.

Although I feel uncomfortable in the classroom, Professor Palladium's classes are quite interesting; brewing potions can always be useful, especially to make my home world fertile again someday.

As soon as we enter the next classroom, I turn around. If she hadn't caught me by the arm, I would have been out of there in a flash.

"Excuse me, sir. I've heard of you." A small woman with prematurely gray hair and a red hat interrupts my storming thoughts. "My name is Professor DuFour, and I teach etiquette, usually to princesses and other noble ladies, as well as all female fairies, as their work often has a diplomatic undertone."

I close my eyes for a second to gather all my willpower, turn around again, gently take the girl's arm from mine, and step forward, directly in front of the professor. "May I ask your rank, professor?"

She seems nervous but still tells me she is a countess. I nod absentmindedly as I look at her sympathetically and noticeably relax. Instead of stiffening when greeting someone superior, I simply extend my hand. Without hesitation, she lays her hand on mine. I gently stroke the soft back of her hand, lift it, and press a kiss to it without breaking eye contact. "It is a great pleasure to introduce myself to you, Countess DuFour; my name is (Y/N), Prince (Y/N), if you wish."

Her pink eyes sparkle at my introduction, and I even see her cheeks begin to glow a similar color. Her mouth opens, but nothing comes out—clearly just a reaction. It's not the first time a woman has reacted to me like this. I've always been very popular with both genders.

As I slowly lower our hands and a moment later release hers, I look around. Every face I see is stunned. Maybe it's because I introduced myself impeccably like a true nobleman or because I mentioned my rank. Although I hope not many people heard it because that would only complicate matters.

The professor compliments me but tries desperately to downplay it with a noticeable cough. Although I'm not as smart as my younger brother Galan, I was still raised like a prince and was always better than everyone else at everything that didn't involve stupid books. Galan can't even talk to other people without stumbling over his words.

After a few minutes, she has collected herself again. "It's good that we have a handsome young man with impeccable manners. Please ladies introduce yourselves to him one by one, as if you met at a ball, just like we have been practicing for the last few weeks."

Her words don't immediately sink into my mind. But when it does, my head slightly snaps in the professor's direction. Although I smile widely, inwardly I'm burning with a fury I can't contain. Even though I promised to treat them like they treated me, it could affect my grade. So I take a deep breath and take a moment to collect my thoughts.

Once I've gathered my willpower, I let my smile fade slightly to make it seem more genuine. I straighten up, standing strong and proud. Extending my hand, some of the girls seem almost exuberant, while others are still wary of me.

A girl with dark blue hair steps forward first, bending down in front of me, feet crossed, body stretched straight forward, bowing to me, and lifting an imaginary dress with her hands. Her form is pretty good, I'd say. I hold my hand out to her, and she comes up from her bow. As I look into her eyes expectantly, she blushes slightly. "My name is Musa," she tells me breathlessly. "I am the future guardian fairy of the Kingdom of Melody."

She puts her hand in mine, and unlike with Countess DuFour, I lift her hand halfway up to me, and the rest of the way I bend down to kiss the back of her hand. My other hand is behind my back, my left hand slightly bent, the greatest bow I can make to a person of no rank. Yet, when we both look up, we end up pretty close.

"A girl with a beautiful voice like yours shouldn't be this nervous. Be more sleek." Her blush deepens, but as I look around cautiously, I know I have to hurry. "Please excuse me, Lady Musa, but unfortunately I still have to greet a few more ladies"- I discreetly make a hand half-moon movement only in her sight to emphasize my words- "but don't be discouraged; I will never forget our first eloquent meeting."

After giving her hand a light squeeze, I turn away from her and greet the next girl next to me.

Most of the other girls were not that remarkable, rather average or unwilling to greet me. All of them were around Stella, except Musa, who had already greeted me and the red-haired girl. But the moment the latter is about to come toward me, Stella pulls her back and quietly reprimands her. 

Almost immediately after Stella finishes her tirade, the red-haired girl looks at me apologetically, which I wave off with a smile.

The professor wasn't happy about the incident; perhaps she had not been there when I arrived at Alfea. At least her friendly behavior suggested that. She apologizes for the girls' behavior toward me, but it's not her fault.

After leaving DuFour's class, the rest of the day is mostly a blur. However, I'm starting to feel like I overreacted earlier, but I'm not going to apologize for it because they're just presumptuous little girls.

When class is finally over, I stumble back to my room and fall onto the bed to take a quick nap. Until suddenly someone shakes me. Dazed, I turn around only to see Riven's stupid face way too close.

“Dude!” he shouts, almost deafening me. “What are you doing here?”

“What do you mean?” I ask sleepily, wiping my eyes.

For a moment, it's completely silent. Riven looks almost like he's desperately wanting to vanish into the ground. His behavior confuses me, so I punch him in the side, which seems to work because he shakes his head and carefully steps back. Quickly, his pale cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” I inquire further, still not fully awake.

Riven clears his throat and turns away. "Afternoon classes are over, and the teachers asked where you were because they wanted you to show off some of your fighting techniques and asked me to find you." He shifted nervously in place, which made me wonder what was wrong with him. "A red-haired chick told me she saw you strolling back to our room, and then I found you sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you, but then some hair fell in your face and-„

"And you were my knight in shining armor who got the offending hair out of my face, right?" I ask him cheekily, interrupting him mercilessly even though I'm still half asleep. After a moment, I slowly sit up, grinning one-sidedly at him.

"I-I mean..." His violent stutter is followed by silence. His cheeks turn even redder. It suddenly hits me.

My one-sided grin turns into a full smirk. I move quickly, grabbing Riven's tight uniform and tugging on it. He stumbles, forcing me to fall back into my pillows as well, his arms on either side of my head, his breath mingling with mine.

"I knew it!" I whisper. Riven could only raise her eyebrows in confusion, or perhaps fear. "You think I'm hot," I state. "Are you a little into guys, Riven?" With my other hand, I trace his sharp jawline, which looks great with his long, diamond-shaped head and perfectly styled hair. If he wasn't such a psychopath, I would have pulled him even closer to me.

Riven, however, makes no attempt to escape me. His eyes dilate, and he sensually runs his tongue over his lips.

I feel my body getting warmer, my stomach tightening, and my hands starting to sweat. Before I know it, all I can think about are his lips. However, when I realize what situation I have created, I quickly push him away, sit up, and soon find myself standing next to him.

"Sorry," I murmur meekly. "I didn't mean to force you to admit something you're uncomfortable with."

Riven stares at me with an indescribable expression. I can clearly see the deep conflict within him, as his indigo eyes reflect the storm that seems to consume his mind. He shifts nervously as if he's trying to make a decision. Somehow I'm afraid of this because when a psychopath like him has to make a decision, nothing good can come of it.

I try to sneak away and quickly get to the door. Even as I reach for the doorknob, Riven is still staring at me, torn, but seemingly far away in his own little world.

As I open the door, it suddenly squeaks something that should never have happened since it is made of magic. The squeak wakes Riven from his lethargy. With a few quick movements I barely notice, he is at my side and pushes me against the door, slamming it back shut.

My breath catches in my throat. His proximity and the strong scent of lavender make me dizzy. Combined with his long, rough hands tracing my body and his muscular chest pressing me against the door, I feel my resolve slowly crumbling.

"Riven," I barely press out. But it seems enough, as his vision clears, if only a tiny bit. He shakes his head in confusion and then looks around. It takes him a moment, but soon he pushes himself away from me, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

A weak apology rolls past his lips as he quickly walks to his side of the room and exits through his door. Both his neck and ears were as flush as his cheeks. He leaves me pressed against my bedroom door, reeling from the aftereffects of his impulsive jabbing and unwelcome closeness. But was it really unwelcome? My heart hasn't beat this fast since him. That could be a good sign, or it spells total disaster. After all, I know better than anyone that I'll probably never get over him. We were meant to be together, but I ruined it. Although the memories don't hurt as much as they once did, I still feel the longing for him.

Why can’t things be easier?

I feel as if I'm slowly drowning in my long-suppressed grief. My knees are weakening. I am afraid of falling victim to the darkness in my heart again. I take a deep breath, gather my last strength, stand up, lean against the door, push away from it, raise my hands, and slap myself, not once or twice, but six times. I do it until I feel a burning sensation in both cheeks.

Maybe one day I can open my heart to someone new. Whether Riven can be that person is questionable, but he can at least help me heal my broken heart. Sky would normally be more my type since he is so much bigger; his docile, almost submissive behavior makes it difficult to see him as anything more than a loyal dog.

[Masterlist]

[urmultideadfandomperson]

How would the Arcana Twilight boys would react if the MC is an actual polar bear. Or turned into a polar bear? 🐻‍❄️

MC Turns into a Polar Bear

Character/s: Summoner (MC), Arcturus, Spica, Pollux, Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: None

Summary: There was a failed experiment with a certain potion, resulting MC turning into a polar bear! What will the Guides do?

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Thank you for the first ask, anon! I apologize if this was released very long. My schedule this April is particularly busy, and I cannot focus on every task at once. MC being a literal polar bear has already been done by @pomegranateboba. Thank you for being patient, though! May you enjoy your read!

Arcturus

This sorcerer was very surprised in seeing you in such a form.

"Summoner? Is that you??"

No wonder you did not answer his calls on your Stella Tab!

He was about to attack you earlier with his wand when he saw the necklace on your furry neck, and then he realizes that it was you.

Arcturus knows the potion's effect is temporary, so he was kind enough to help you in Contell while being a polar bear.

You cannot speak at anybody, you can only roar in response. Somehow Arcky understands you and was able to translate your roars as words.

Arcturus has knowledge about animals. When he remembered that polar bears usually survive in the cold, he did not hesitate in taking you to a cold room.

When you poofed back, he was both happy and disappointed because (1) the effects finally wore off! But (2), the softness of your fur is gone :(

Either way, he's just happy you're back <3

Spica

He was both surprised and disappointed, maybe even slightly amused.

"Summoner, what... *sighs* what happened? And what did you do?"

Spica was still sane enough to handle this mess.

Though he thought he was dumb for asking you questions when you can only reply with roars.

He helped you throughout the school period in Contell, helping you adjust to your temporary form.

Spica was rather relieved that nobody minded too much about you being a polar bear.

But some students did scream.

And he had a headache trying to calm the students. You had to help him calm down by letting him rest on your fur.

So when you poofed back, the sorcerer was quick to ask if you were alright. After that, he served you some tea.

Pollux

One of the students who screamed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S A BEAR— W-Wait, Summoner?!!"

Pollux was quick to ask you what happened, but just like Spica, he felt stupid because your only replies were roars.

Either way, he was more than happy to help you throughout class!

When partnered for projects, the sorcerer was more than happy to help you. He wished to do the work, but if you insist in helping him, why not?

He kept flexing you to everyone, saying that he befriended a polar bear

One of the sorcerers who just love to groom your fur! His fingers running through your fur is very ticklish.

When you poof back, he is similar to Arcturus who will pout because you're no longer a bear.

But hey! Pollux is still thankful that you turned back. He wouldn't admit it, but he would panic if the effect was permanent.

Alpheratz

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Bless the stars, Summoner. You turned into a bear... can I sleep on you?"

This man is living the life of having a pillow, even for just a short amount of time.

But that doesn't mean he will not help you. Honestly, it's more of an excuse for him to stay with you longer. But don't take this the wrong way!

Alpheratz is a genius, thus he'd definitely understand your roars. He is the second polar bear translator in Contell.

He knows that polar bears survive in the cold, and what he did was take you to a clearing that was very cool because of the trees giving oxygen. Then he snuggled you to sleep there.

And not gonna lie, it actually felt good just sleeping like this with him.

You swore you almost heard Alpheratz groan in disappointment when you poofed back.

But eventually, he was glad you're back. You're still napping with him in that clearing, though.

Sirius

For some reason, he knew before he even saw you.

"A failed experiment with the potions, I see? Summoner, you could've been careful and you wouldn't end up this way,"

He likes to tease you, but not too much that will make you uncomfortable.

Sirius is actually pretty helpful while you stay in that form. He has a bit of difficulties trying to translate your roars, but it ends well.

This man will definitely just say to everybody of how you ended up like this. The fact he says it so casually wants you to punch him.

This menace is the opposite of Pollux. If the latter will groom your fur, this guy right here will mess with it, leaving you with messy fur.

Now you look like a bear who went through a hurricane.

When you poofed back, Sirius was actually surprised when you roared like a bear at his face for the excessive teasing.

After that, he laughs and continues to mess with you. You cannot escape this maniac because you love him.

Vega

As soon as he saw you, Vega took out his sword and points it at you.

"How did a bear get here in Contell?... wait, Summoner, is that you?"

Once he realizes, he draws back his weapon and apologizes for frightening you like that.

To make it up for you, Vega helps you around Contell and the classes.

When another sorcerer teases you (mainly Sirius), he will not hesitate to draw his sword to them as a warning.

While helping you, he likes to touch your fur with his hands. Heck, the sorcerer is so tempted, he actually took off his gloves just to feel you.

Vega is aware that it is rather hazardous for you, but he likes feeds you with his raspberry gelato.

When you poofed back, he asks if you have any discomforts from the effect of the failed potion. He sighs in relief when you reassure him you are okay.

Regardless of your form, whether you're a human or a polar bear, Vega will always see you as his best friend.

[cosmicdream222]

Some of my manifestations from last week (with photos)

Surprise gifts

My bestie A and I regularly update each other with about our daily plan for affirming etc to keep each other accountable. I said I was manifesting VIP treatment, put on some subs and affirmed while I was making breakfast (yes I’m not a morning person and make breakfast at nearly noon 😭)

Not even a half hour later, I received a surprise delivery from Amazon:

My friend L, who lives out of state, sent me food and new bowls for the stray cats I feed, and treats for my cats (Stella & Panini are my cats’ names 😹)

VIP treatment

That evening I worked a brand ambassador gig that I booked only a couple days before. I’ve been avoiding working as much as possible lately lol but this one was nearby and paid well. It happened to be a giveaway event partnering with a local radio station and ended up being fun. One of the radio DJs was there, and me as the sponsor brand representative was given the same level of VIP treatment as the radio DJ! There was an event coordinator who basically did all the work and I just got to stand around looking pretty and getting paid for it. 😭

Gift card

After work I got home and found another package from my friend L with a gift card for me 💕

More cat food

A few days later, my neighbor left a huge box of cat food at my door. My cats are getting more spoiled than me 😂

An air fryer

This one is cool because I specifically wanted to manifest this. I had heard about air fryers for a while now and it seemed like something I would use, but I didn’t really feel the need to buy one. A couple weeks ago I was at Trader Joe’s with my mom and the cashier was saying how much he loooved his air fryer and telling me all the things I could make with it. I decided that moment I would just manifest one eventually, and forgot about it.

So the other day my mom comes to pick me up for a family lunch and she has a huge box in her hands - an air fryer?? She says jokingly “happy birthday” - my birthday isn’t for another 4 months! She said she just felt like I needed one 🤷🏻‍♀️

It’s so cute and I’ve already used it a couple times 💕

Attention from sp

Soo I have this crush-type guy we’ll call D. He’s one of my best friends and we’ve talked nearly every day for 3 years. I can talk to him about anything, including all things supernatural and shifting. We have admitted to having feelings for each other, and even had “online boyfriend” vibes for a while, but we live in different states, and he didn’t want to do long distance. I was sad and anxious about it for a while, but since I found out about loa and shifting, I realized none of it mattered and I could just shift to a reality where we’re together already 😂

Anyway I had become detached and stopped really thinking about him in a romantic way for a while. However, I realized since I basically didn’t care and wasn’t thinking about him, he was becoming distant in response. We hadn’t been really flirty or romantic in a few months, and I hadn’t even talked to him in a week, which was unusual. Although I wasn’t anxious about it or anything, I was still missing talking to one of my best friends. So I just started assuming he would go back to blowing up my phone all day, and I sent him some mental telepathy messages about what I wanted.

Monday morning he messaged me apologizing for being distant. He had been traveling for spring vacation and took a break from his phone. He then basically spent the whole week trying to make up for it, being super attentive, listening to my long ramblings about my void and shifting progress, sending me selfies every day, being more sweet and romantic than he had been in months, and kept telling me how pretty I was 🥰

Losing a follower LOL

This is just a funny one to round out my list. I hadn’t been on tumblr in a bit, and when I went to check my asks, I saw I had 556 followers. I thought “darn I missed the angel number, haha maybe someone will unfollow me so I can get the screenshot.” Not 5 min later when I went to look again, it had happened, and I got the screenshot 😂

(Up to 558 now thank you all 💕)

[funhouse-mirror-barbie]

Rating Hazbin + Helluva Boss Characters based on if I could tell what animal/creature they’re supposed to be:

DISCLAIMER: This is not an attack on the creators or artists/designers for either show. I already went over the purpose of this on my first post here—I just like to review stuff.

Part 2!

SIR PENTIOUS—SNAKE—5/5

Yeah that’s a snake, man.

While I find some of Pent’s design elements cluttered, he’s actually one of the stronger designs in my opinion. I think the having his cobra hood act as his hair is fun and cleaver. It’s very easy to tell he’s a snake. Not sure why he has eyes on his tail/body? I think they could have just made them red spots but eh.

QUEEN BEE—FOX (?) WITH HONEY BEE ELEMENTS (?)—3.5/5

Bee’s a weird one for me b/c while her design is super super cluttered I can SEE how it could work, and I really do like fun cute fox and wolf girls. The ONLY reason that docked points is b/c she’s supposed to be a fox/bee hybrid (I believe?) but her “bee” elements are so minute that if I hadn’t seen her in a big beehive, I would have just assumed she was as a fox with fairy/insect elements—I wouldn’t have thought she was connected to a honey bee at all. It’s a weird case where she is VERY obviously a fox but it’s not obvious at all that she’s a bee/honey bee. I did want to give a little extra half-point tho b/c I do like her little antennae ears. They’re pretty much the only thing that screams “insect” to me.

STELLA GOETIA—SWAN (?)—3/5

I think I may be going a little easier on the Helluva cast b/c overall they’re easier to figure out what animals they are. I’ve heard that Stella is supposed to be a Swan but I’m not 100% sure. This one is def more on me, but I initially thought that she was either a secretary bird due to her long lashes and the way her hair is styled, or a peafowl (which would make sense b/c her brother is apparently a peacock?) at least I can tell that she is a bird and her colors are accurate for a swan’s. I think the reason I would never have thought of her as a swan is mostly due to her beak size and color. But yeah b/c I can at least confirm that she is in fact a bird I wanna give her a higher score.

I would rate Pilot Stella too, but I don’t think at that point she was meant to be a swan, just a vague bird demon lady. At least I hope not.

MAMMON—SPIDER (OR CENTIPEDE? MAYBE??) —0.5/5

So. Like Angel Dust. The only reason I know that Mammon is a spider is because he was shown sitting on a giant spider web.

I really didn’t think he was a spider/spider-ish looking at all and I still don’t. Even the extra eyes they add to him sometimes didn’t immediately make me think “Spider!” just that it was a demon thing. He really just looks like a jester with extra arms.

His full demon/mega form also doesn’t look very spider-ish tbh, and was what made me wonder if he was actually supposed to be a centipede? I was really disappointed by his “final form” because it’s pretty much the same as his regular form but with more eyes and what I assume is SUPPOSED to be a spider abdomen ?? But then he does kinda scuttle like a centipede at the end so maybe he is supposed to be???? But then why does he have a big spider web???

Also, and I’ll be honest, this is just me being needlessly nit-picky and it’s a small thing but it just irks me personally b/c I don’t understand the reasoning behind this but like. I HATE that his extra eyes DO NOT stay consistent.

The first time we see his extra eyes it gives him a total of 8 so I was like “oh okay yeah so maybe just his final form will be a spider/spider-like BUT THEN HIS EXTRA EYES KEEP OSCILLATING BETWEEN 3 and 4 EXTRA EYES?

These shots are only a few seconds apart like why did they give him MORE eyes when he got farther away? They’re so small that they barely seem distinct? Like if he IS supposed to be a spider you don’t have to keep giving him eyes!!! Stop, stop, he can already see!!! 😭

Maybe he IS a centipede tho? B/c he DOES seem to have the little centipede butt horns (which apparently are just their very hind legs in real life)

And he def seems to move like one in that form. Man idk. Why even HAVE him in a spider web then???

Being an arthropod lover and not being able to figure out what the fuck kinda guy that’s supposed to be is driving me wild tbh 😅

Honestly if Mammon was just supposed to be a clown/jester I would have given him 5/5 b/c yeah that was immediately obvious. But it’s him being a jester-spider-centipede-thing that muddles things for me.

I would put Loona in here but I ran out of pictures for this post talking about Mammons eyes. She gets 5/5 cause. Yeah that’s a classic wolf girl.

[solaris-amethyst]

🪻Please don't do that!🪻

✨Pairing: Yangyang x gn!reader ✨Prompt: Two kindergarten teachers tries to take their class of toddlers to the park to have some fun outside ✨Word count: 1.4k ✨Genre: fluff, non idol au, some humor, best friends au, kindergarten teachers au ☀️Authors Note: This idea came to me from listening to my sister who has worked as a kindergarten teacher lol. I thought it would be a fun scenario to write! Let me know what you thought about this!💓

"I think that's everything for our trip right? We got food, drinks, snacks, diapers and everything else." Yangyang said as he went down the list the two of you had created earlier today before all of the kids in your class were coming in for the day as you were finishing up dressing the last child in their outdoor clothes. The kids were adorable, dressed up in their little jackets and shoes and sun hats to protect them from the sun. Now it was just you and Yangyang who had to get dressed for the outdoors as well.

"You've put on sunscreen? I've put sunscreen on all of the kids and myself." You said whilst putting on your own jacket.

"Yeah I put it on earlier whilst packing my bag. No sunburns today." He said with a smile while putting on his own hat, shoes already on. The two of you were actually excited to take the kids to the park and let them enjoy the nice weather while running off all that extra energy they have.

"Great! Then we can head out now. Righ-"

"Y/n! I have to pee!!" A kid shouted at you causing you to sigh and lead him to the bathroom.

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"No please put that stick down! No! Don't put it in your mouth Stella!" Yangyangs voice could be heard from the back of the train and you stopped to turn back to make sure no one would get hurt as Yangyang went up to the little girl, trying to get her to stop playing around with the stick and biting it. It took a lot of coaxing on his side before Stella had given up the stick with a pout which gained her a little pat and smile from Yangyang before he stood up and went back to the end of the train and holding hands with the little child at the very back.

"Okay then! Lets continue our journ-" You were once again interrupted by Linong, who sat down on the ground not wanting to take another step claiming his little legs could not carry him any longer and that he didn't wanna walk anymore.

"Come on Nongnong it's not far to the park I promise." You tried to gently persuade the toddler, hoping the cute little nickname would help but he refused causing you to sigh.

"What if I carried you?" You barely managed to finish that sentence before he was standing up waiting for you to pick him up which you did with haste.

"Okay all my little ducklings! Let's waddle on forward!" You said encouragingly to all the other toddlers who shouted back in their adorable little voices let's go! let's go!

Luckily the two of you and your group of thirty toddlers managed to get to the park without another hiccup.

"Highfive Y/n! We got to the park!"

You high-fived Yangyang, both of you sharing a smile while looking over all of the kids running around in excitement over being at the park.

"You think they'll behave?" you asked curiously because even though they are for the most part sweethearts towards the two of you they are still toddlers and toddlers will do what toddlers want to do after all.

"Of course they will behave. What's the worst that could go wrong?" Yangyangs voice trailed of at the end of the sentence before he was off running shouting for two of the toddlers to not eat the sand causing you to wince at the thought of them eating sand and potentially getting sick.

"Y/n what's that??" one of the kids asks while pointing at a butterfly which was residing on some of the flowers. You crouched down and some more kids gathered around curious as well to what it was.

"That my friend is a butterfly."

"So you can eat it then?" the kid questions reaching for it causing you to stop her.

"No you can't. Please don't go around trying to eat them."

"But you said it was butter??"

"It's just named butter I promise you it is not made out of butter. They're nice bugs helping the flowers. We need them alive." You tell the kids who nods at your words before bouncing off to the swings.

The kids behaved for the most part but the two of you did not have a moment of peace since you left the kindergarten building. You were constantly running around getting kids to stop putting things in their mouth, stopping some from trying to climb the trees, helping them on the swings, multiple toilet breaks. It was when some of the kids came up asking about spiders while some were trying to pet the ducks who had arrived at the park that the two of you decided it was time for a snack break. It was the only way to get your kids to truly sit still and be somewhat quiet and right now the two of you needed that.

The kids had finally sat down after you two had asked them to sit down and use their listening ears while being silent. The kids excitement had gone wild when you started to tell them which snacks you had brought with you. It almost made you laugh over their excitement over some pears, apples, carrots and cucumber sticks along with a mini cookie and capri-suns.

All the kids requested for the capri-suns with the animals on which made you glad you had bought the safari ones and not the regular orange ones.

"Well, this has been a success so far I'd say." you said eating a piece of pear as you and Yangyang looked over your toddlers.

"Yeah I agree, chaotic but a success. I thought I'd succeed tho in letting Peter pick himself up when he fell but he just laid there waiting for someone to pick him up. Like a starfish on the ground, wouldn't get up no matter how much I encouraged him and told him he could." He muttered to you and you snorted, it was well known at your place that Peters family always picked him up if he tripped or fell even if he hadn't hurt himself so he just laid there assuming someone would pick him up and no matter what you and your colleagues did he would not budge from the ground once down.

"He'll learn eventually. I'm sure of it." You said chuckling.

"So next time shall we bring them to a museum?"

"Are you sure about that? Perhaps an interactive museum would work. Or a theatre play?"

"Hmmm I heard something about them doing The Wizard of Oz at the local theatre with teens for children. I could check if they got any tickets left for us to come. I heard it's really good for kids and interactive as well."

"That sounds amazing honestly Yangyang. I think they'd love that. We should check that out once we get back today after everyones been picked up."

Both of you smiled, these kids even if they were chaotic and sometimes troublesome were honestly the highlights of your days. The two of you often spent time after work coming up with new ideas to do with your class or talking about things that had happened like how one time one of the kids had snuck into the kitchen area and to Yangyangs shock found a frying pan that he tried to hit others with, which he had promptly taken away from said kid and handed it back to the kitchen staff while asking that they lock this area so no kid could enter.

Or that time the kids took their time to put a blanket over you when you had accidentally fallen asleep when it was their nap time before all of them had fallen asleep and all they did was make sure you were cozy with a blanket before laying down and sleeping next to you. That picture is still one of Yangyangs favorite that he had taken of you and the kids to show the parents at pickup that day.

The two of you and the thirty children enjoyed the rest of the day at the park before it was time for you and all the little ducklings to go back. Their enthusiastic little let's go let's go always warmed your heart as you journey back home. Both of you hearing how the kids talked to themselves how this day was the best day ever and that the two of you were the best teachers ever.

[rex-meshla]

Shadows of the Force

PAIRING | Captain Rex x F!OC (Stella Cardone) WORD COUNT | 1.3k PREVIOUS CHAPTER TAGLIST | @cw80831

Chapter 6: Captain No-nonsense

Back on the cruiser after the mission, the clones invited me to join them in the mess hall. They'd grown comfortable enough to treat me like one of their own, and the easy banter between them was refreshing.

"So, how's it going with Captain No-Nonsense?" Jesse asked with a grin, as he spooned a mouthful of rations.

I raised an eyebrow. "Captain No-Nonsense?"

Fives laughed. "You heard him. Rex isn't exactly... chatty."

I smirked, glancing down at my food. "Well, he's thorough. And he keeps me out of trouble."

Echo chuckled, nudging Fives. "Yeah, that's Rex for you. Not one for small talk, but the first to have your back when things go sideways."

Kix raised a brow. "Bet he's already given you the classic Rex pep talk."

I shook my head, laughing. "No pep talk, but he did tell me my form needs work."

They groaned in unison, and Jesse laughed. "It's a miracle! He must actually like you if he's already bothered with the form speech."

Their laughter filled the mess hall, catching Rex's attention from across the room. I noticed him glance our way before returning to his datapad, his expression unreadable but somehow warmer than usual. Fives nudged me with a knowing grin.

"Careful, Stella," Fives teased, "Captain No-Nonsense's got a sharp eye for potential."

"Yeah," Jesse added with a grin, "but don't let it go to your head. Rex doesn't hand out compliments for free."

"Good to know" I said, glancing over my shoulder. "Though with him, potential probably just means I survived the mission without tripping over my own feet."

Fives chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, surviving your first mission is a big step up from the shiny recruits we usually get. Most of them don't even make it through the first round without spraining something."

"Or falling flat on their face," Kix chimed in, giving me a wink. "Though I'm sure the Captain would say it a bit more... formally."

Echo grinned. "Oh yeah, he'd say something like, Coordination is crucial to mission success, trooper. Always makes it sound like he's about to draft a report."

I laughed, catching their contagious energy. "And I thought my training at the Jedi Temple was intense. Are you guys saying Rex has a whole handbook of these phrases?"

Echo nodded, taking a sip of his drink. "Oh, he's got a whole archive of them, believe me. We call it Rex-speak. After a while, you just get used to translating it."

Fives leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "You'll know he really likes you if he skips the Rex-speak altogether and gives you the simple version. Until then, brace yourself."

I shook my head, grinning. "Sounds like I've got a lot to learn."

Echo glanced over at Rex, who was still focused on his datapad, his brow furrowed. "He's like that with everyone he cares about, you know. Doesn't go easy on the people he wants to keep alive."

A pause settled over the table as they all looked down at their plates, a moment of quiet respect for their captain. Finally, Jesse broke the silence with a mischievous smile. "Still, if he starts calling you by your first name, that's when you know you've made it."

"Jesse, we all know that's a lie," Fives shot back. "Rex doesn't even call me by my name half the time."

Echo laughed. "Keep dreaming, Fives. Some of us might actually make it to first-name status someday."

Jesse grinned, turning back to me. "But you, Stella? You might be the exception. So, if you ever catch him saying more than three sentences to you at once, you'll know you're in."

I laughed, shaking my head. "Noted. Guess I'll keep my ears open for that three-sentence miracle."

After we wrapped up in the mess hall, I headed down to the hangar for a quick equipment check. The boys trailed after me, still joking around as they finished their rations. I spotted Rex already there, running a routine inspection over one of the gunships.

As I approached, he looked up, his expression as steady as ever but with that subtle focus he wore when things were about to get serious.

"Padawan Cardone," he started, nodding in acknowledgment. "You did well today. But remember to keep your focus on your surroundings; you were a little close to Jesse's line of fire back there. And watch your footing when you move in—staying low to the ground can help keep you out of sight."

My mouth opened, but I wasn't sure what to say. That had to be the longest set of sentences Rex had ever spoken to me.

The boys, who had stopped just behind me, went completely silent. Then, Fives muttered under his breath, "Did he just... say all that at once?"

Rex shot him a look, his jaw tightening as if he suddenly realized he'd broken his usual protocol. "Fives," he said in a firm voice, "I expect you to back me up on the next mission. The same goes for all of you."

Fives coughed, but the smirk in his eyes was unmistakable. "Yes, sir. Just... making a note of the record-length briefing, sir."

Jesse leaned over, whispering to me with a grin. "Looks like you got that miracle. The three-sentence threshold."

I gave him a nudge, trying to hide my own smile. "Looks like it. Guess he really does want to keep me alive."

Rex, pretending not to hear the whispers, only continued. "Stella, remember—potential's one thing, but discipline keeps you sharp. Keep up the focus, and you'll get there."

Kix raised a brow, muttering to Echo, "That's at least four sentences now. He must really mean it."

Rex exhaled sharply, looking over at them with raised eyebrows. "If you're done with commentary, maybe it's time you all ran through your own field reports."

"Yes, sir," they chorused, barely containing their laughter. They saluted with exaggerated formality, and then each of them gave me a quick thumbs-up as they left, smirking.

As they filed out, Rex looked at me, faintly amused despite himself. "They're good people, Stella. And so are you."

I nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by the genuine, if subtle, approval in his voice. "Thanks, Captain."

He gave a small nod. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

As the rest of the squad left for the barracks, I lingered a little longer, watching Rex finalize the inspection of the gunship. My heart was still pounding, that mix of nerves and pride from his words still lingering.

"Something else you need?" Rex's voice was as steady as ever, but there was a faint glint in his eyes.

I hesitated. "I just... wanted to thank you. For looking out for me today."

He paused, giving me a slight nod. "It's my job. But you're adapting fast. I can't say that for every Padawan I've come across." His tone was low, as though he were sharing something just for me.

I smiled, feeling warmth at his words. "Coming from Captain No-Nonsense, I'll take that as a high compliment."

He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Is that what they're calling me now?"

"Well..." I shrugged, biting back a grin. "Let's just say it's catching on. But, if it helps, I think they mean it in the best way."

Rex shook his head slightly, amused. "These boys never stop with the names" He glanced around the hangar, then added more quietly, "They trust you, Stella. That's a good sign."

With a final nod to Rex, I turned to head down the corridor, lost in thought—until Fives and Jesse doubled back to find me. 

"Hey, Earthling!" Fives called, giving me a playful nudge. "You coming, or what?"

Jesse threw Rex a knowing look. "We're off to run some... routine maintenance drills. You're invited, Captain," he added, his tone light but clearly expecting Rex to stay behind.

Rex's lips twitched with amusement. "Think I'll pass. Just don't let those routine drills get you into trouble."

Fives shot him a wink. "No promises, sir."

As we walked down the corridor, Fives nudged me, eyebrows raised. "So... an actual conversation with the captain, huh?"

I chuckled. "Guess so."

Jesse glanced back with a smirk. "Better not get used to it. He'll probably be back to his usual yes and no by tomorrow."

We all burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the empty corridor, and for the first time, I felt like I truly belonged.

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[botanikos]

Stolas,

If you ever need a place to rest, you will always be welcome in my home. You need not earn your keep, if you're thinking that; I won't expect anything from you. In my eyes, you remain our prince, and I will gladly do my duty. You have lost a battle, but the campaign goes on. You need not walk this part of the path alone.

This is not the end.

Forever is a long time. You will one day be returned to your proper station and powers, if you still wish it when the time comes. Never give up on yourself.

Yours,

Vepar

[For the Prince Nevermore verse]

Stolas sat upon a small bed in a nearly empty room. On the small bedside table rests the tiny plantling he swiped from his gardens. Across the foot of the bed was simple black tailcoat, discarded in a rumpled mess. He groans into palms, eyes burning with tears that would not stop. Everything was over. HE was over. . . . The hotel he sat in now was tucked at the furthest outskirts of the city. It was cheap enough that it wouldn't put a dent in his now meager and limited finances, but it was a roof over his head nonetheless. Dread begins to creep in, drowning him in waves. In the frenzy of it all, Stolas had forgotten his medication. A part of him begs to turn back, to fetch that one thing, and maybe steal a final glimpse of Via. But he knows better. It wasn't safe to do so, and there was already enough damage. He wouldn't open the wound wider.

Slumping down into the mattress, Stolas curls in on himself. Slender arms wrap tightly around lithe frame, trembling as he allows himself to cry. Even in privacy he does not make a sound and instead stifles the sobs by biting onto feathered arm. A knock causes his breath to hitch and he wonders briefly if he hadn't been able to keep quiet — if someone had heard and was there to complain. The thought is jarring, reminding him of Stella's sharp criticisms whenever he sang or let slip his emotions. Wiping his eyes, Stolas takes a shuddering breath and recomposes himself. Though he must still appear a mess, at the very least, his countenance was impassive. Or so he hopes.

Opening the door only a fraction, he is greeted with a letter. Hesitant fingers reach, plucking it from its deliverer with uncertainty. ❝ Thank you. . . ❞ His words are strained, and the two of them depart. Stolas shuts the door, resting his back against it as he opens it, curious as to how it came to find him.

The words penned to him bring the sting of fresh tears to his eyes and a warm weight in his chest. With it, however, comes the doubt. Of course, Vepar would reach out. . . But what has he done to deserve such kindness, such generosity? That was it, wasn't it?

Was he deserving of his help?

Whether or not he accepts the invitation is unclear. He cannot decide so soon. He would not move into anything with haste, but it was becoming clear to him. . . . He needs a plan. But fuck if he didn't want to just rot. And drink. And maybe, just maybe let everything continue to crash and burn around him. What was the point, after all? What good was he without his powers? And Octavia. . . . Stolas clutches at his chest before dragging himself back to the bed with Vepar's letter in hand. He curls onto his side, looking out the dingy window in despair.

He'll figure it out tomorrow. For now. . . . For now he's going to close his eyes and let himself fall into a fitful sleep. Because it was the closest thing to peace, even if he was haunted even in his dreams.