#sure i apologises later and they understood but i felt like it was one of the most awful things ive done to someone

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Postcards ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Summary: Quirky postcards are a tradition. Lando and you make sure to uphold it.

➨ ln4 x reader

➨ fluff

masterlist ☾☼

you loved attending lando’s races. it was a different atmosphere, charged and electric. you would hang out with lando and oscar before they would have to leave. you would wish them both luck with gentle kisses on their cheeks, and whispered i love you’s between you and lando. the team would make sure that you were comfortable with headphones on your head that lando had insisted that you wear at all times because of the loud environment. you would be there before, during, and after, and nothing made you happier.

ever since the two of you had begun dating, lando had made sure to add an additional day or two for travelling. he knew how much you loved it, and how much you craved to see new places. honestly, though, if you had asked lando to sign over his life to you with your big, beautiful eyes, he wouldn’t even hesitate.

lando and you would walk around the city, finding and visiting new places, trying different cuisines, and whatnot. you loved interacting with new people, and learning about their lives. if people had thought that lando was a yapper, wait till they saw you. it was one of lando’s favourite things about you. you managed to have a conversation with anyone and everyone, always with a smile on your face and bright eyes.

lando would follow you around like a puppy (as he should) while you dragged him into every shop you found interesting. you would look for the quirkiest postcards you could find, asking lando for his opinion on whether he thought it was funny or if the two of you could find something better. it was a joint effort, and it was a tradition that was close to your heart. whenever you found a postcard that made the two of you laugh, or smile, you bought it. and then, later, lando would get a photo of the two of you printed from his camera, and stick it on the back of the postcard.

it had become a practice between the two of you ever since the first race you had attended within the first two weeks of you two dating. lando had desperately wanted you to attend, and you agreed, on two conditions: you should be hidden from the media until you felt comfortable, and you wanted a day or two added for exploring the city.

lando had agreed. of course he did.

back in your apartment, you had a box full of all the quirky postcards you and lando had bought. it made you so much happier to share something like that with him.

though, when you had to miss races because of your university and internships, you couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened that the two of you wouldn’t be able to buy postcards anymore. of course, you would watch the races, and you would text lando throughout. you would even try and visit the races that were closer to home so that you didn’t overwork yourself. lando was grateful for all of it, but he knew that having you there in person was different than having you there through the phone.

the first race that you had missed, you had cried and apologised to lando for not being able to attend. lando had reassured you that your work was equally important, and that he wouldn’t want you to give up your passion to support his. he understood your need to make a name for yourself, and he was there to support you throughout. he knew that while you had felt a little better, you weren’t completely feeling good. to cheer you up, lando had decided to uphold the tradition, and the day after the race, he dragged oscar to look for a quirky postcard for you. after finding one, he would find a picture from his camera from during the race weekend, attach it to the postcard and mail it to you.

the first time you had received it, you had been so happy. you had facetimed lando, thanking him, and he told you all about the backstory of the photograph. you would laugh, and lando would laugh, and everything was okay again. it was the first time you knew that you loved him and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

that became the new norm.

any race that you couldn’t attend, lando would find a postcard, print a picture from his camera, and mail it to you. you would talk to him whenever you received it, and then you would store them in your box. certain postcards that were your favourites, whether for the picture he had sent along with it, the story, or even the postcard, you stuck them on your fridge with a magnet.

eventually, years later, after the two of you had moved in together in monaco, you and lando had a brilliant idea. it was going to be a lot of work, you two knew that, but it was going to be worth the effort.

it had taken an entire day, but you guys had settled on the floor of your new bedroom with the box of postcards, and an album book. there were four years worth of postcards for the two of you to sort through. there was music playing in the background, snacks laying around, and a wine bottle that you two shared. lando and you sorted through the postcards, setting aside your most favourite ones and adding the others in the album. the two of you danced and giggled, and sang along to the songs playing in the background. the two of you recounted stories, smiling and also crying a little bit.

after the album was done, lando picked up the box with the remaining postcards, and followed you to the living room. you and lando stood in front of the plain wall, which lando had originally planned on painting himself, before he had decided on a new plan. after a half hour of measuring and failing terribly at doing calculations, the two of you got to work. grabbing postcards from the box, you began sticking them to the wall.

it wasn’t completely stuck. you could always flip it over to look at the picture, and you knew that lando and you would switch some of the postcards in the future to add new favourites.

carlos had asked about the postcards when the f1 grid had come over for a housewarming dinner, along with your friends and lando’s friends.

he stood in front of the wall, staring at the postcards, when he finally asked, “what’s the deal with the postcards?”

“flip them over,” lando said.

carlos did as he asked, and realised that there were pictures in the back. he flipped through some of them, finding pictures of him and lando as well.

“i remember when lando used to drag me to every possible shop in whichever city we were in to look for a postcard quirky enough for y/n,” oscar said, laughing.

“we didn’t go to every shop,” lando whined, while you giggled.

“no, lando, we did. every shop he saw tourist-y stuff, he would drag me there, and then ask me if it was quirky enough for y/n. those were his exact words,” everyone laughed, because of course lando went to every shop looking for the perfect postcard. even then, he loved you so much that he wanted the best for you, and anyone and everyone around them could see that from the start.

later that night, when lando was washing the dishes, you came up to him. fitting under one of his arms, as he continued to wash dishes, you hugged him.

“thank you for finding me the best postcards,” you whispered against his chest.

lando kissed the top of your head, “always the best for you, love,”

stupid postcards went and made you fall in love.

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im not sure if i love this, but i really liked the idea, and i really wanted to try and write it! i've also got a link for my taglist that you can find here!

[pacifierbby]

★ *. * · 𝑱𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺

𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫? you could write something about jealous Lando pleasee. Honestly, I don’t really know what it could be, fluff, smut, or angst. I’ll leave it up to you ♡

୨ৎ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 LN4 x reader

୨ৎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 none

୨ৎ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓

-𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰-

He could never understand why you dated so many dickhead men all of them lead to you ringing him up in the middle of the night crying for him to pick you up because yet another fight has occurred leading him to console you over a bottle of wine and some much-needed cuddles he just wished that you would open up and see everything he did for you was because he fell madly in love with you he was just coward to even tell you scared to even ruin the friendship between the both of you making him move into self-pity when you go crying to him wishing he would tell you how much he loves you. The day you told him that you've got another boy on the block that you think it's going really well and that maybe he's the one and not one toxic trait coming from him did massively hurt lando he just wished for your sake that that was true and that you found the one.

You and Lando chilling in his Monaco apartment the sun shining through the big bay windows giving you a soft glow "Hey Lando what are you doing tonight?" looking over to you "Uh nothing tonight was thinking off chilling in for the night" shrugging "well me and ben thinking about going to that new club if you want to join" making his smile instantly fade quickly smiling so you didn't notice "uh yeah sure" making sure that you didn't notice which you were more engrossed in your phone than him at the moment having this small feeling that something was going to go wrong tonight but he keep that between himself knowing it will probably cause a fight between you both the last time he announced his thoughts about your ex you told him that everything was wrong and stopped being an arsehole and that he was using you to get to him was completely wrong when later down the line he was right and you apologised massively for that and ever since then he watched you figure your ex-boyfriends out yourself.

Lando always knew how you felt after that and you told him that a couple of guys before that did try and use you to see him and ever since then he promised himself and to you that he would never bring the conversation up again knowing how much that it affected you which you were happy that he listened to you and your feelings Lando didn't know that deep down that you wished he was something more to you but just like him you was a coward to even tell him and that all these guys are just to push your feelings away from him and with Ben that worked greatly. As much as it hurt him it hurt you seeing him with so many women daily making you separate from him for a little which he never understood why but it was easier for you like that.

"Ben said that's great and we are going at 8 o clock is that okay for you?" looking away from your phone towards him "Uh yeah will it be fine for me to invite Margarida? Making your heart stop a little "Yeah yeah that's fine" getting up from the comfort of the couch "Well I'm going to go back to my apartment to get ready I think Ben is going to pick me up so I'll meet you at the club?" making Lando nod walking over giving you a side hug walking you over to his door.

He knew he shouldn't have asked if his recent hook-up could come but he really needed to get you and Ben out of his mind for the rest of the night only he could think that Margarida would be a better option other than alcohol quickly sending her a text. He never told you that she was a hook-up he just wanted you to automatically think that they were together hoping for some kind of reaction from you which you didn't really show. he doesn't know how long he can put this charade up for...

8 o'clock came quicker than he hoped the sun slowly moving down behind the clouds sighing and looking at himself in the mirror "Hey babe do you like my dress" rolling his eyes " Marg haven't I told you to stop calling me that?!" he couldn't really stand her voice at the moment "but yes yes I do now come on they're here" not even give her another chance to change the godamn dress for the seventeenth time that hour.

The new club was lively tonight well obviously they are all here for the same reason you are. Looking towards Lando I saw that he was more interested in the glass than whatever Marg was actually saying to him which was odd but you cant deny Lando had picked a really gorgeous girl slim, blonde hair a model all-check box list that you couldn't really check for him yes you was jealous of Marg knowing that she has something that you don't which you truly wished you had "hey Lando shall we get the drinks?" ben spoke interrupting your thoughts which honestly you was actually thankful for but looking at lando it's like his thoughts been interrupted to "uh yeah sure"

Lando looks over towards you every chance he can get to make sure you are okay "So you and Marg eh?" Ben spoke making his eyes leave you "' we're really not together she's just one of my huck-ups" taking a sip of his beer while waiting for the other orders "Oh well if we're on that category" Ben paused "I'm only with her because of you" making Lando look back at him furious his hands tightly around his glass "What!" Lando automatically wants to meet his hands with his face but he knows he cant "Well you're cool and she's your friend so she is my better option" he laughed a little not really observing that Lando was mad "Are you joking Ben that women has everything that you need why!" "well the sex is another good thing" that was it for Lando his fist connecting to his face.

However, y/n saw everything running towards the boys "What the hell Lando!" dragging Ben next to her and looking at his face "Tell her what you told me tell her!" Y/N looked confused towards Ben but only he smirked: "I don't know what you're talking about?" Lando's hands fisted once again "this dickhead told me he only wants you Y/N because you are my friend and I quote that sex is another good thing" She didn't want to hear more "Please tell me he's joking Ben please" but ben just shrugged and nodded "then Lando had the right to hit you and hear I am stupid defending your dumb arse" she didn't want to see her cry that just shows that he won Lando grabbed her hand walking her out off the club

"I'm so sorry Lando I'm so sorry to defend him over you I don't know what to say" the tears slowly coming out Landos hand automatically wiping them away "Listen love I totally understand you didn't know you didn't listen you wasn't their I get it" out off all the words Lando know what to do or say he knew how to console you and everyday you was grateful for it "shall we go home" you just nodded wanting to get away from this club.

Both Lando and Y/n are wide awake in two separate rooms both of them thinking the same things after tonight y/n truly knew her forever was and it was under her nose forever and honestly it only took for tonight to find out the jealous thoughts when he had women surrounding him wanting to just grab him and just be hers she felt silly letting all these men degrade her when there was one man who praised her made her feel loved and praised the floor she walked on. For Lando, he thought the same the constant jealousy for all the men that she dated.

y/n walked into Lando's room she just about saw his shadow wrapped around the quilt in his bed "Are you awake" she whispered his figure slowly waking up "Come here" his voice responded lifting his quilt covers inviting in quickly jumping in "Thank you for tonight Lando I couldn't thank you enough" Lando grabbed her hand she was thankful that it was dark but the blush she had on her face will probably make her like a tomato "can I be honest with you?" Y/N nodded "Uh Y/N I like you no I love you. you honestly don't understand everything I feel when you tell me you got another boy but after tonight everything I think is because I fell for you a while ago and I'm so sorry that it took me this long to tell you" Y/N leaned over turning the bedside lamp on looking towards Lando's eyes "honestly Lando it took me tonight when in bed with my own little mind to finally understand what I'm actually feeling is that I'm falling in love with you as well I just want to say thank you for making me feel the way I should feel from a man" Lando leant over wiping the tear away from her cheek the one she didn't notice that even left her "can I kiss you" Y/N nodded both of them connected they're lips and after that she knew that Lando was forever.

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ © 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘣𝘺

[annisassintchaska]

Seeing his ex-wife again was the last thing he expected today. Lewis had been busy the whole week going back and forth, getting work done as usual, when Toto called him to be introduced to someone.

Upon arrival, at first the female’s back was turned to his face so he didn’t really see her face. Sniffing the air, he realised that he knew the scent and couldn’t help but take a couple of steps back, not believing that it was her. It wasn’t until Toto tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around did their eyes meet and immediately she looked down at her shoe still in hurt and feeling inferior to the champion before her.

“Lewis, this is your new physiotherapist. Her name is Y/n and she transferred from Ferrari as she was working with Carlos.” Toto explained yet stood quietly as he waited for the ex-partners to interact. “Hi” Y/n said lowly as she shyly waved. Lewis smiled at her weakly as he understood that she never changed even after everything he had put her through.

“Well, the both of you will be walking around today as he does interviews, so I’ll leave you both to it.” Toto said walking away briskly. “Why did you transfer teams?” Lewis asked. “I didn’t really have a choice, they found a replacement so I would’ve basically been left without a job. I thought that they’d give me George but put me here” she explained as they walked.

Entering her office, she went over everything that was supposed to be done before the media day started and they came to an understanding within what each person was supposed to do. Leaving n’s heading off to the media pen, joined by his press agent. They went from one mic to another, Lewis answering the questions yet seemed unfocused every now and then as he looked off to the side to make sure that Y/n wasn’t too far away.

Truth be told, Lewis never meant to hurt Y/n the way he did. It was a misunderstanding that spiralled. What happened was that while he was away for the last part of the F1 season, Y/n was at home and she had went out with friends; got drunk and was sexually harassed.

At the time, Y/n had no idea that it was a crime and so she thought that he she had cheated on him. Crying out her eyes that same night, she called Lewis and apologised constantly as she explained that she “cheated” on him. In shock n’s disbelief, Lewis cursed at her over the phone before hanging up and blocking her.

Through the rest of the week, Y/n woke up everyday to tabloids of pictures and news of Lewis being caught with different women out and about. Crying her heart out, Y/n felt like she deserved it and so she wasn’t mad at him.

When Lewis returned home for the winter break, he tortured her with harsh words, throwing things to scare her and even went as far as bringing bimbos into the house that they share. At the time, when she found out that she was three months pregnant, Lewis cursed at her to say that he wasn’t sure it was his so she should go elsewhere to find the father of her bastard.

Due to all the stress, Y/n ended up going through a miscarriage. During that time, Lewis sat and watched as she rolled about the floor in pain, begging him to help her get to the hospital yet he refused; Miles being the saviour, anonymously stopping by was appalled by his best friend’s behaviour as he took the bleeding woman to the hospital.

While recovering, Lewis served the suffering woman with divorced papers and disappeared from her life after they were signed. It wasn’t until a year later when he bumped into one of her friends who was present that night, that the situation was explained- immediately the dread of his actions dawning in him. He reflected on how he never allowed her to explain herself and all the horrible things he did instead of comforting her.

Being taken out of his trance, the journalist asked “If you were to get married right now, do you have anyone in mind? If so what would you say about them?” She asked gloomily. Smiling softly he answered as he stared across at the woman chatting softly with his boss. “Yeah, I do. She’s an amazing woman who had always been there for me through a lot of hard and good times. I never treated her right at the ending, but hopefully she would be willing to give me a second chance to make things right.” By now the media and fans were going crazy trying to figure out who the mystery lady was.

Toto on the other hand knew that Y/n had heard what he said judging by the tears in her eyes threatening to fall and so he quickly swept her behind to shield her from the cameras as she soaked the back of his white shirt in tears. He was the only one on the team who knew that Lewis took things too far with how badly he had treated the now 26 years old woman who wanted so bad to scream out her pain.

Quickly excusing himself from the conversation with Guenther, he took her by the arm and led her to his office then closed the door for privacy. Immediately the door had shut, Y/n let out an ear piercing scream of a cry that shook the Mercedes building, everyone pausing on the outside who heard through the mic still attached to Toto’s shirt, as she started crying her heart out screaming into Toto’s chest “HE BROKE ME” continuously. Y/n’s head on Toto’s chested, he held her tightly rocking from side to side and she finally calmed down- falling asleep from exhaustion.

Lewis returned to the garage a couple of hours later with a knowing mind that the scream he heard was definitely from the woman he had demolished as he made a beeline for his boss’ office, just in time as Toto was exiting the room. “I just gave her something to eat, be gentle Lewis. I got her transferred here for a reason” Toto patted him on the shoulder before walking away.

Taking a deep breath to keep his emotions in control, he opened the door and slowly entered careful not to scare her. Taking a seat a few feet away from her, he took a minute to rationalise his thoughts before speaking. “I don’t know where to begin, but I just want to say that I’m deeply sorry. I should have allowed you to explain what happened before I went off doing whatever to hurt you. I was so inconsiderate due to the hurt I was feeling to the point that I denied my own child; May God above bless our would’ve been beautiful baby that is now in heaven… I pushed unnecessary anger towards you and it caused a lot of damage that I’m hoping that with time, you’ll reopen your heart piece by piece… and allow me to correct myself. We can date if you want to take it slow… or we could just get remarried and go to a marriage counsellor. We could try to conceive again as I really want a child of own.” Lewis said sadly as tears ran like a river down his trembling face.

“I’m very sorry. I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me. I should have been rationale but instead I let my anger from work take over and I caused so much harm.” He cried as she gave him a side hug. “I understand. I was naive and didn’t know what happened to me. We both should have been careful of what was said” Y/n spoke shakily.

The rest of the day at the paddock was spent speaking over how they were going about their rekindling marriage.

A YEARS LATER

Lewis smiled brightly with tears in his eyes as he looked down at the pretty bundle of joy in his arms. Lewis and Y/n had been through counselling after getting remarried-once again in secret, as they have just welcome a beautiful baby boy. Lewis shed tears not only of joy but also of rapid regret for his actions towards his first child that didn’t make it into the world.

Y/n smiled with exhaustion as she noticed his reaction. “Lew be gentle with yourself, it wasn’t your fault. We just have to focus on the now and not then or what could have been” she coaxed him softly as they payed to lay ether, a united and happy family at last.

[biisexualemma]

pining pt.2. peter parker

word count: 3.3k

warnings: explosion, some injury detail i think but not a lot or graphic at all, soft, fluff, sweet interactions

requested: yesyesyes

plot: you can't keep your crush on peter a secret any longer

a/n: sorry it took me, not even exaggerating, three years to write and publish this, that is truly so uncool of me and i deeply apologise to those of you who asked for this so long ago. anyway it's here and i am happy with it so i hope you like it!

part 1 / masterlist

"i bombed that exam," you huffed, your face screwing up in frustration as you walked side by side with m.j. down the school hallway. "did you see question sixteen? what was that about? i don't think we even studied that this semester?" you were annoyed with yourself, because you knew you hadn't studied as hard as you should have for that exam.

"yeah, i saw it, i just took the same exam," m.j. furrowed her brows at you but you were too in your own head to care about her sarcasm. being m.j.'s friend for so many years meant that you tended to tune out the sarcasm that was always dripping from her voice. "i wouldn't worry about it, you always do well, it's like your thing. being smart at everything."

you shook your head, you were convinced you messed up that paper.

ever since your late night netflix session with peter, you'd been even more in your head than usual. you hated being this distracted. it was only because you had to keep your feelings to yourself, you had never been very good at keeping secrets, and this was too big a secret to be keeping to yourself. it was driving you crazy that he didn't know.

 it was now monday, you hadn't seen peter since you fell asleep on him and he snuck back out your window. you had woken up the next day in an empty bed, with a text message from peter saying he had to run and that he'd see you in school.

you hadn't heard from him again, and you had yet to see him in school. you had to tell him. you had to tell him or you felt like you might combust. and you had finals to be worrying over, not a boy. if you got it off your chest, whether he felt the same or not, you knew you could at least focus better on your day to day. you were tired of avoiding him and pushing him away to keep a secret. he had to know.

-

you had colluded with michelle during gym and she, too, thought you coming clean to peter was a good idea. you were pretty sure she was just sick of talking to you and you not taking anything in that she was saying, which was happening more and more often, so you understood. 

only, you hadn't actually seen peter all day to speak to him.

you spotted a familiar mop of black hair across the hallway at the end of the day, jogging over to meet ned at his locker. if anyone would know of peter's whereabouts it was his righthand man.

"ned!" you touched his shoulder, approaching him from behind, startling him a little as he jumped away from your touch. "sorry--" you apologised quickly when he mumbled shit y/n under his breath. "i just wanted to know if you'd seen peter?"

his face contorted for a second before furrowing his brows. "uh, peter? he just left-- i think he said something about mr stark? i don't know," you could tell he was lying, ned was always covering for peter, but you didn't push him. you just nodded.

"right, well, if you see him, tell him i need to talk to him?" he nodded and you backed away from him to leave. "i'll see you tomorrow!" you called, whipping out your phone and dialling peter's number as you moved down the crowded hallway. 

it rang out, you let out an exasperated sigh. why was he all of sudden so hard to track down? you waited for the beep before leaving a message.

pete, call me back i need to talk to you-- can you meet me at delmar's? i'll be there at seven-- just call me

the one time you were actively seeking for him and he was nowhere to be found. you huffed, dragging yourself home to put some effort into studying before you'd meet up with peter later.

-

you tucked your hands in your pockets to conserve some of your warmth in the cold new york air, your feet speeding along the pavement as you took the short walk to delmar's. you had gotten a text from peter shortly after you left your voicemail saying he'd meet you there.

you were regretting not wearing more layers as you shivered, making your way down the street, delmar's was in sight, the light shining from inside guided you towards the shop. you had been craving a sandwich all day. and you thought, even if your conversation with peter went terribly, at least you'd still get a sandwich from delamar's out of it. it wouldn't be all bad.

there was no sign of peter, but you approached anyway, waiting outside in hopes he wouldn't make you wait in the cold much longer. you checked the time on your phone, it was a few minutes past seven. you were sure he'd be here soon.

you tucked your phone away in your pocket, lifting your eyes up, widening them when you saw a commotion in the bank across the street. your mouth hung open. you made out one of the figures to be spider-man, he was swinging around, fighting a group of-- of-- avengers? you squinted, watching the fight unfold with curiosity. you'd never seen the web-slinger in action before, you were intrigued. you couldn't wait 'till peter got here, he'd love this.

"hey-- mr delmar-- have you seen this--?" just as you called into the shop for the owner to come check this out, there was a loud shattering noise, causing you to jolt in shock. before you knew what was happening, half the shop was on fire, you thrown backwards into the wreckage.

peter watched the weapon fire, near splitting mr delmar's shop in two from across the street. his eyes widened in panic, abandoning his previous task and running over to his favourite sandwich shop that was now in flames. he remembered his plans to meet you here at seven-- he hoped you'd been late arriving.

you groaned, your head splitting, ears ringing and you could hardly make out what was happening with your vision distorted by a cloud of grey smoke. you spasmed into a cough fit as you breathed in the smoke surrounding you, instinctively you pulled at the sleeve of your jacket and covered your mouth in an attempt to keep your airways clear.

"mr delmar?" you tried to call out, your voice muffled behind the material covering it, pushing yourself up off the ground that was now covered in rubble.

"you alright, mr delmar?" peter checked in, his arm wrapped around the older yank as he guided him out of the wreckage with a level of care reserved for the owner of his favourite sandwich shop. he nodded, he hurled over trying to take deep breaths, his hands propped onto his knees. "was it just you in there?"

he shook his head. peter thought to you immediately before mr delmar even said anything. "y/n," he spluttered out, coughing up the smoke he'd inhaled. "a regular-- she was standing right there," he had pointed to where the door used to be but now in it's place was a gaping hole. peter was half listening to mr delmar who was now wailing about the state of his store, bystanders had started to crowd and sirens sounded in the distance. but this was all background noise to peter now.

you could just start to make out the floor beneath you as the smoke began to ease up a bit, you guided yourself to the commotion you could hear coming from just ahead of you. "mr delmar?" you tried calling again, hoping he wasn't caught under any of the rubble somewhere, hoping he was ok. "mr del-- ow!" you looked down at your feet where you had tripped when you heard something yelp back at you. the bodega cat, covered in soot and dirt. "hi, kitty," you cooed, leaning down and scooping him up in your arms as you continued to navigate your way forward. "have you seen mr delmar?" you spoke to the cat, who only meowed in response. "right."

"y/n?" you heard your name being called, your ears pricking up, the cat in your arms attention had been caught too. "y/n, are you in there?" you knew that voice.

"peter?!" you called back, coughing as you inhaled more of the smoke surrounding you. "pete?"

the cat cried again. a faucet shot open across the room, you let out a yelp at the noise as water began to blast everywhere. "where are you?" you called out again, losing your patience and your nerve a bit now.

"y/n?" the voice was suddenly right in front of you and then before you could react a body thudded into yours. you yelped again, the cat also startled, and stumbled backwards, feeling two hands grip your arms, keeping you in your place.

arms clothed in red and blue, your eyes trailed upwards, widening as they looked over at the superhero now standing in front of you also covered in soot and dirt. "spider-man?" 

there was a loud crack that came from above where you stood, your eyes trailing up to the ceiling where the plaster had started to crumble from the damage. peter pulled you towards him, forcing you to duck down and covering you with himself as part of the ceiling fell down and would have fallen on top of you. "c'mon, we need to move," he guided you out of the building, one arm wrapped round your shoulders, his free hand covering your head.

you took a deep breath as you finally exited the building, back into the cold new york air, clutching the cat in your arms still. your head was spinning, he shifted to stand in front of you, his hands placed on each of your shoulders. your eyes were wide, brows furrowed together, your breathing growing heavier as the superhero checked you over for injuries.

"how're you feelin'?" he asked, one hand gripping your chin as he guided your face to turn to one side and then the other. you stood with your mouth slightly open, breath fanning out in front of you in the cold air, you nodded slightly, kind of coherently. his eyes, or the eye shapes cut out from his mask, squinted at you. "y/n, i need you to use your words."

"yeah," you spoke softly. "i'm ok-- i think," you shuddered, the only thing keeping you warm was the cat you clung to your chest. maybe you were just confused when you thought you'd heard peter before. maybe you had hit your head, or the smoke made you a bit delirious, or maybe the ringing distorted your hearing. that must be it. 

"my cat!" mr delmar's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and spider-man's hands slipped away from you as mr delmar lifted up his cat up out of your arms. he wrapped a free arm around you, pulling you into a quick hug, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "thank you, i'm glad you're ok."

"yeah, you too, mr delmar," he gave your arm a rub, before releasing you. "sorry about your shop," you felt bad. you knew it was out of your control but you couldn't help but feel for the man who had served you sandwiches nearly every day for the past ten years and who now had to rebuild his livelihood.

"no one got hurt, you're ok, i'm ok, cat's ok. we're ok," you nodded, he was right. "thanks to this guy," he grabbed spider-man by the shoulder, giving him a squeeze just like he had done with you. "thank you, spider-man."

"of course," he patted mr delmar on the back, beginning to feel the eyes of the bystanders surrounding this situation and the sirens growing closer. "listen, i gotta' dash, people to save, muggers to stop, you know the drill."

mr delmar began ushering him away, insisting that he go back out and get back to work. you watched the man in the suit carefully, standing still as he back to back away from you both. he gave you a slight nod before shooting off into the skyline again.

- 

you were startled by a soft knock on your window, your head jolted towards the noise, spotting the familiar brown mop of hair crouched outside on the fire escape. you let him in, he climbed in clumsily with a sense of urgency. "hey, i've been calling you,"

"sorry," you mumbled, retreating to your bed where you had been ready to crash only minutes ago. 

"i saw... i saw the news," he ducked trying to get a good look at you but you were avoiding his stare. "something came up-- did you-- were you-- are you--"

"i'm fine," you nodded, pulling at the hem of your shirt, sitting yet again, uncomfortably, in front of your best friend in your pyjamas. "no one got hurt."

peter moved to sit next to you, eyes focused on your face and why you wouldn't look at him. "are you sure?" his eyebrows furrowed together, eyes travelling to where you had your hands resting on your lap, fingers fidgeting. he worried about you. "hey, talk to me."

"i'm sure," you nodded slightly, turning so you could meet his eyes and reassure him. your hands still fidgeting he noticed. you shot him a small smile. "pete, it's ok. i'm just tired, it's been a really long day."

he remembered you calling for him earlier, the strain in your voice, the panic he felt when he couldn't find you straight away. he remembered the way you looked at him, with big eyes, full of relief and a hint of confusion.

he nodded, releasing a deep breath. "i'm sorry i didn't show at delmar's-- something came up-- it was stupid and i'm sorry i wasn't-- that i couldn't--  and i should've just--"

"peter, i love you," you cut him short. you couldn't hold your breath around him any longer. life was too short for keeping secrets. "that's what i wanted to talk to you about at delmar's-- before... everything... and spiderman."

peter's mouth hung open, his eyes locked with yours. your eyes were soft and languid, his wide and stunned, there was no denying you were awake this time. "what?" he spoke barely above a whisper, unable to think of what else to say.

"i met spiderman," you clarified. "he reminded me of you in a weird way actually," you hummed, not breaking eye contact with peter who was sat closer to you than he remembered being when he first sat down. his palms grew sweaty, he rubbed them against his pants in an attempt to calm down. "which was weirdly comforting amidst the chaos."

"oh-- that's cool i guess," he spoke in a bit of a daze. he hadn't expected you to come right out and say any of this, his head was in a bit of a spin. he had been waiting to hear you say those words again since the other night, and now here you were saying them, to him, and he couldn't think of anything to say back. 

"you don't have to say it back, or feel it i guess-- i've had a lot of time to think about this and this is the first you're hearing of it because i suppress my feelings until i feel like my heads going to explode," you were rambling at this point, a little nervous that he hadn't directly addressed it yet. you didn't expect him to feel the same way, you had seen him around liz, it was obvious to everyone that he'd been crushing on her forever. you had to tell him for your own peace of mind, you had finals to finish without the weight of this secret on your shoulders. "and my head was about to explode, pete, i'm not even sure i passed my history quiz today because i couldn't get my mind off of all of this. which is so stupid."

"you're not stupid, not even a little bit," peter shook his head. "and this isn't the first i'm hearing of this, either."

you expression soured, disgruntled and a little annoyed, "oh god, did mj tell you? that's so not cool, we talked about this-- i told her i would--"

"no, no, not mj," you paused, your expression unfolding, head tilting slightly as you hung on his every word. peter's eyes flickered down to your lips where they'd hung open, slightly parted after his interruption. "the other night, you were half asleep, before i left. you said it then."

you sighed. "well, that's kind of embarrassing."

he shook his head. "no, not embarrassing," his eyes glued to your face, unable to look away, the anticipation and a bit of confusion lining your expression. "confusing and complicated, but not embarrassing."

"confusing and complicated," you repeated, eyes trailing away from where they'd been looked on his for quite a while. "got it, kinda," maybe he was right, maybe this was confusing and complicated and maybe you had just opened up a can of worms. you couldn't take it back now that you'd said it, and you couldn't determine whether you wanted to or not.

"you're my best friend, is what i meant," he tried to clarify but it wasn't really helping. "and i didn't let myself think about you that way because i didn't want to ruin anything," he continued. your eyes unable to shift away from him again, your chest felt like it might sink the way he was going, you had prepared yourself for this, it was ok. "until the other night and now i haven't been able to think of you in any other way."

you felt your cheeks grow warm, eyes flickering between his, his darting down to your lips again uncontrollably this time. "what are you saying, pete?" you spoke barely above a whisper, unable to will yourself to speak any louder for fear you might break the bubble you two currently sat in. you were no longer thinking about your history quiz, or delmar's or even that you were sat in front of your best friend in your pyjamas. you only thought of peter and his soft brown eyes that never left your face.

"i really want to kiss you," he matched the level of your voice exactly, feeling yourself drawn closer to him. "so bad i feel like my head might explode," a small smile cracked onto his lips but you only caught a glimpse before you pressed your lips to his. his lips were soft but desperate, his hands moved to your waist, tugging a little to urge you to move closer, and you did until you were close enough to be sitting on his lap.

you had to retreat to catch your breath but you could feel your face flushed, running a hand through your hair, trailing down to touch your lips. one hand remained on your waist and the other slipped down to land on your thigh, slightly exposed from the bed shorts you were wearing. you didn't think it'd feel quite this good, his lips, his hands, his eyes on you. this was your best friend peter but this was different and it was good.

"how's your head feeling?" you breathed out a laugh, your lips curving upwards into a small smile.

"better," he gave a small nod, mimicking the smile on your lips. "yours?"

"a little dizzy," you admitted, never losing the curve in your lips even when peter's faltered. "in a good way, not a concussion way," you reassured, his features relaxed slightly at this confirmation, quietening his mind.

he leaned forward just a touch, your bodies still pretty entangled, his forehead leaning against yours and letting himself sit there with you for a minute or two. "listen, there's something else i should probably tell you before we do this.."

you retracted ever so slightly, remaining close to him still. you nodded gently, "what is it?"

"ok, remember you said earlier that spider-man reminded you of me?" you nodded again, eyebrows tugged together in thought. you just kissed him and he's thinking about spider-man? "well that would be because i am spider-man."

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22:55

Choi San x Fem!Reader

Wc: 2.9k

Warnings: sexual harrasment

Synopsis: after being left traveling alone, everything takes a turn when you meet a kind stranger.

part 2 part 3

You hated it. You hated the whole situation you found yourself in. Due to a clash in schedules, instead of travelling with your family this year, you had to go a week later. Alone. Even if you weren't a child, you'd never got a plane alone before. So here you were, sat by the gate waiting anxiously for boarding information. You just wanted to get on the plane. The quicker you got on, the quicker it would be over. Everyone around you seemed so happy, excited for their upcoming holiday. Or maybe they were returning home after a long trip. Why wasn't the screen changing? It was past your schedule time. You dreaded to think of who you'd end up next to on the plane. Luckily, you had an Isle seat. Either way, you just felt so alone. A sharp ring from the intercoms caught everyone's attention, alerting passengers to look for boarding information. You looked, your heart sunk.

𝘍𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 22:55

That was six hours away. Biting your lip, you watched as the other passengers left the gate in annoyance. Either going to the airport Hotel or one of the many places to eat. You couldn't bring yourself to move. Six hours longer, stuck there, alone. Picking at the fibers of your denim shorts, you wracked your brain for something to do. Just sit there? Waiting. No, because the gate would most likely change. Go get food? No, you felt so anxious it was making you nauseous.

"Excuse me?" A male voice broke you from your thoughts. Looking up, you found a young man standing in front of you. Wearing a large, very large but very warm looking, grey hoodie with the hood up. Red hair poked out the front, falling over his forehead and some over his eyes. Accompanied with oversized lightwash jeans and black converse, you were jealous of how comfortable the man looked. His face held a kind smile, but his eyes showed he was nervous.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I was just wondering, are you travelling alone?" Seeing the look of confusion on your face, he carried on talking quickly.

"I'm just asking because I am too. And I was wondering, if you wanted to come get some food with me? You know, so we're both not alone." Understanding now, why he had approached you, you contemplated it. The man didn't look like a murderer. He seemed to be friendly.

"Feel free to say no. You just look a little on edge." Hearing this, you smiled bashfully at the stranger.

"Just a bit. Sorry." Shaking his head, the man looked as though he understood.

"Dont apologise, I get it. So, what do you say? Crappy Airport food?" Giggling at his words, you found yourself nodding and standing up.

"Sounds better than sitting on my own. I'm (y/n) by the way." Clearly relieved you had agreed, he beamed at you as you took hold of your travel bag.

"San. Nice to meet you." 'San' took a few steps backwards, just to make sure you were following, then turned on his heal to carry on.

"Theres a few cafés? In the mood for something sweet?" He asked, gazing over at you.

"Always." You replied, maybe a little to quickly. But San just chuckled, leading you both into the, surprisingly empty, cafe. Finding two worn down armchairs, you two placed your things down then looked over to the board.

"What are you thinking? I kind of want cake." Liking what he was saying, you hummed.

"Cake sounds good. What type?" Before you could give your input of cake flavour, you found yourselves speaking at the same time.

"Chocolate." Surprised, you looked at each other before laughing.

"Good taste. You stay here. I'll go get it, what drink did you want?"

"Just, hot tea. Thanks." Bobbing his head at you, San went over to the counter whilst you sat yourself on one of the chairs. Now fully distracted from your flight and situation, you grabbed your purse and waited for him to return. You felt lucky, that you were no longer on your own. Even if it was spurradic, you were grateful.

"Here we go. I got you sugars for the tea." San placed the tray down, moving its contents onto the table then put it aside.

"Thank you. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. Consider it a gift." Confused, you tilted your head, watching as he sipped his matcha latte.

"For what?" Gazing up at you, San put the plastic cup down.

"Our first date." He winked, heat rushing to your cheeks. Smirking, the red-head let out a laugh at your clearly flustered face. You busied yourself with putting your purse away.

"So, why are you travelling alone?" Surprised at his question, you stirred the sugar into your tea.

"Oh, well I had a final exam last week. So I couldn't fly with my parents. You?" San, who was focused on eating the frosting of his cake, locked eyes with you. Of course you had noticed how attractive this man was. His eyes were so pretty, smile seemingly drawing you in. Plus, his smile lines almost made you blush. It was slightly embarrassing. But San was clearly just not wanting to wait six hours alone. It wasn't as if there was anything else to it.

"I'm flying out to meet my friends. I couldn't get the week off work to go with them." You hummed again, taking a bite of your cake. Finding it to be better than expected, your eyes widened a little.

"Its good isn't it?" San had pretty much devoured his by now, showing he thought the same.

For the next few hours, you two sat in the cafe, discussing various topics. Like what he did for work, a dance instructor at his friends studio. You thought that was amazing. He too asked about your studies, allowing you to tell him all about it. San listened intently, giving you his full attention. You found it sweet that he was so intrigued. Eventually, your conversation drifted back to the holiday you were both about to embark on.

"So we've rented a villa for the next few weeks. Wooyoung, my friend, wants to spend it partying but he can't keep up with that." San laughed, crossing his leg so his ankle rested on his knee. Ignoring the fact you found that move particularly attractive, you giggled along with him.

"You not the party sort?"

"No. I don't handle alcohol well. You?"

"Me neither." You told him, liking that you had so many things in common.

"I'm just on a family holiday. We go every few years. We also have a villa." Noticing the lack of motivation in your voice, San sat forward.

"Are you not happy to be going?"

"I am. Just, my family can be a bit much." Deciding not to push it any further, he thought for a second.

" Hey, maybe we'll be staying near each other. Do you have the address?" Nodding, you pulled it up and handed your phone over to him. San brought his own phone out, clearly searching Google maps. His eyes lit up, getting up and sitting on the arm of your chair.

"Look! They're like a street apart." You smiled, seeing that he was correct. Feeling how close he was, you blushed slightly and gazed up at him.

"Maybe we'll see each other." Scoffing, San pulled his phone back and switched onto another app.

"Maybe? We can hang out. It'll be fun. Here, put your number and socials on my phone." Shocked, you didn't protest and did just that, handing it back when you were done.

"Hey where are you sat on the plane? I'm on row five." You deflated, San noticing and frowning.

"Sat far away huh?" You nod at him.

"I'm quite close to the back." You told him, leaning back against the chair. The male pondered for a few seconds before smiling again.

"Its OK. I'll come visit you." You couldn't help but laugh, getting shy again. Praying he hadn't noticed, you didn't see how he was looking at you. But that was fine, for now.

Spending time with San, time flew by and before you knew it, you were getting ready to board the plane.

"I'll see you on the other side." San joked. Scoffing, you hugged yourself tightly. It was now obviously much later and the temperature had dropped sufficiently.

"You're cold?" Looking up to the man, you just just gave a small shrug.

"I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes almost playfully and dropped his backpack. Your eyes widened as he unzipped his hoodie and walked to stand in front of you. You couldn't think straight, allowing him to slip the garment onto you with ease. San even zipped it up, straightening the shoulders out which were far to big for you. More to the point, your eyes were shamefully glued to his physique. How on earth was he built like that? Even if he was wearing a black tshirt, it was tight to his frame and you could tell from his arms how built he was. Sans hands stayed on your shoulders, admiring how small you looked for a second. That's when you snapped out of it, face crimson.

"No no, you need this. It's yours." He brushed you off, pulling the hood over your head.

"I'll get it off you once we land. We can share an uber." Chewing on your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot, you nodded quickly and waved goodbye as Sans boarding group was called.

When you got you your seat, you found the rest of your row already occupied. By the window, an old lady who was reading. She looked angry, a permanent scowel etched into her features. In the middle, a man around the same age. Upon looking closer, you saw wedding rings. OK. An old married couple. Not bad. Or so you thought. Taking your seat, you accidentally dropped your bag, hitting the man. Gasping, you turned to him immediately.

"I'm so so sorry." Instead of yelling, the man gave you a smile that made your stomach turn.

"Its no trouble sweet cheeks." Deciding to excuse his language as "old fashioned" you just turned forward and took a deep breath. It would all be over soon. That's what you kept thinking. You gripped onto the arms of your seat as you took off, relived once the plane was safely in the air. Deciding to play some games on your phone, you very quickly became aware of the fact you were being watched. You could feel eyes boring into your side. Slowly, you looked at the man beside you. He just smirked, showing off his dentures.

"How old are you sugar?" Disgusted by the name, you moved yourself back slightly.

"Uh, twenty one." He grinned, hand making its way towards you slowly.

"Perfect. You're very cute." His hand landed on your thigh, making you flinch away. Now extremely uncomfortable, you looked to his wife only to see that she was drinking from a flask. Great.

"Could you move your hand please?" You tried, giving a weak smile in attempt to sway him. Instead, his bucked and wrinkly fingers began gliding along your skin. Suddenly, your vision was blocked as a hand grasped at the man's wrist.

"She said move your hand." San spat, shoving his hand back harshly. The man sputtered out a dumb excuse about being old but San just rolled his eyes, ignoring him. Grabbing your bag, he gently took hold of your hand and lead you down the aisle. Eventually he stopped at an empty row and let you sit by the window.

"Are you OK?" San asked, facing you with a worried expression. You nod slowly, rubbing your face with your hands, which were covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. San grabbed his backpack, pulling out an ipad and some ear buds. He pulled his tray table down, balancing the device skillfully.

"Wanna watch a movie? I have some downloaded." You agreed, letting him put a bud in your left ear. You watched as he pulled up the list and you picked a Disney film for comfort. San smiled down at you, taking note that you still looked stressed. Tentivley, he lifted the arm rest between you both and raised his arm. You didn't protest as he pulled you into his chest, your head resting there comfortably.

"You can sleep if you like? I won't move." He promised, a hand coming up to brush through your hair softly. Feeling safe, you finally smiled and fully relaxed into his hold. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep after that.

You awoke a few hours later, the cabin lights were dim as most of the passengers were sleeping. Looking to your right, you found San also asleep. He neck was bent awkwardly, head resting on the seat uncomfortably. Frowning, you gently moved his head to rest on your shoulder. Instinctively, the man repositioned himself so his face was in the crook of you neck. His body moving lower in his seat, arm hanging over your middle. You blushed, but smiled knowing he could rest better now. After checking the time, you saw you only had an hour left. For a while, you played on your phone, enjoying the warmth provided by the man next to you. So concentrated on your mobile game, you didn't notice when San woke up. It was only after your level finished that you noticed his eyes on you. He smiled, still half asleep before yawning into his hand.

"Are we nearly there?" His voice was deep, fatigue laced in his words. You nod, helping him to sit up straight.

"We should be landing in about thirty minutes." He hummed, pulling you back into hid arms. You knew you were blushing but chose to just bask in his comfort.

"I wanna keep watching you play." Even though you were surprised by his request, you smiled and began playing your game again. He watched, evem helping you through some levels. You only stopped when the pilot spoke over the intercom. San held you flush against him securely as the plane began it's descent. You tensed up, your stomach doing flips each time the plane lost pressure. As if sensing this, Sans grip tightened, his other arm coming to wrap around you as well. He didn't let go until the plane landed and the wheels came to a halt.

"You okay?" He asked, pulling away and cupping your cheeks. Simpering, you nod and sat back.

"My legs are so numb." You laughed, stretching out best you could in the restricted space.

"Need me to carry you?" San asked with a hint of amusement. You scoffed, standing with him and getting your bag.

"You couldn't do that." All he did was raise his brows, looking at you with a bored expression. Smiling, you looked down and allowed him to take your hand and pull you off the aircraft. It was early morning, around seven a.m. The sun was just rising, you saw through the windows. It didn't take long to pass security. San even collected your suitcase off the conveyer belt after you pointed it out. You stepped outside into the morning air and inhaled deeply, letting San book your uber. (He refused to let you pay). Realising you'd have to part from your new friend, you frowned.

"What's wrong?" He stepped closer, putting his hand on your shoulder. Shaking your head, you looked up at him.

"Nothing. I just. Thank you you for being with me today. It means a lot." Giving you a soft smile, San pet your hair affectionately.

"Its no problem. I really enjoyed your company." He told you honestly, his words lifting your spirit slightly. Sadly, the uber pulled up and you both got in, falling into a comfortable conversion.

Sensing that your stop was coming up, you turned to san with a mellow expression.

"I guess I might see you around." You almost pouted, but held back from appearing too disappointed.

"Might? (Y/n) I'm going to text you as soon as I get in. Then we can arrange to hang out."

"Really?" You practically lit up, grinning at him. San chuckled, Bobbing his head in confirmation. When the uber stopped, you weren't so upset about getting out. Leaning down, you gazed at San from the door.

"I'll talk soon then?" Smirking at you, he nod and responded.

"Definitely. I'll text you in...ten minutes?" Both laughed, him waving as you shut the door and he got driven away. Of course, you went to greet your family, giving everyone a hug. It was only when your mother pulled away that she noticed.

"What are you wearing?"

Dumping your suitcase, you lay on your bed and pulled out your phone to see a DM.

San: I'm going to murder wooyoung. This place is a mess.

Giggling, you liked the message before responding.

You: it can't be that bad??

San: you haven't met the boy. Mingi is also dead to the world so I'm going to have to clean up.😤

You smiled to yourself, giving a laughing face in reply before remembering.

You: by the way, I forgot to give you your hoodie back. I'm sorry.

San: keep it for now. I'm sure we'll be seeing each other very soon

You hoped he was right. Never in your life had you felt so comforted and safe by a stranger. Buy you weren't going to question it, just accept it. You had a month to meet up again. For now, you just had to wait and see.

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Kintsugi (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce takes Y/N out for lunch to make up for his moping.

Warnings: mild angst, mentions of breakups, feelings and shit

Request?: sort of, a few people asked for a sequel so here we are

A/N: I haven't been writing a whole lot recently because I had a lot of work and study related things to do, but that's now over and I have a five day weekend ahead of me so I can finally get things done!

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Bruce had lost track of how many times he’d looked at his watch in the past hour while sitting alone in the cafe. Y/N did say that she would be running late, but he didn’t think she meant this late. He decided to wait another twenty minutes before texting to see where she was. 

Is this what being stood up feels like? Bruce wondered, thinking back to the numerous times he’d skipped out on meetings and dates for other commitments. His mind couldn’t help but drift back to the times he’d stood Y/N up for other commitments, whether that was work at Wayne Enterprises, the Batsignal, or another woman.

Guilt washed over him as he remembered how disappointed she’d been when he turned down her offers to hang out, not noticing when she was in need of a friend or for him to be more than a friend. He’d never realised how lonely she was and had always tried to push the sad look in her eyes from his mind, but he’d been so blinded by love - no, lust, desperation - to see that she was the one who’d supported him this whole time, who truly understood him and knew what his soul looked like.

He was just about to leave when the door clicked open and a rush of footsteps approached him. Bruce looked up from his phone, about to text Y/N when he saw her standing in front of her, her hair a mess from the wind and her shoulders shuddering with each breath.

“I tried to get here as fast as I could,” she said between pants. “There was an accident a few blocks down so I had to take a detour.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Bruce said, smiling softly as he stood up to greet her. “I’ve been late for everything so it gives me a taste of my own medicine.”

Y/N let out a huge sigh of relief and took the chair across the table from Bruce, sinking into it as her muscles relaxed again. She briefly looked around at their surroundings, feeling a little out of place in the cafe Bruce had picked. She was used to frequenting diners and Starbucks rather than the grand patisseries that Bruce could afford.

“I already ordered for us,” Bruce said, snapping her out of her thoughts. “If that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Y/N said, smiling at him. “You always know what I like anyway.”

His heart fluttered when she smiled at him. It felt like something that had been missing his whole life but had been there the whole time. 

If only he hadn’t been so foolish not to see it.

Their lunch date was just like old times: two old friends talking about how their lives had been and what they were planning to do later on in the week. It was as if they’d never been apart, as if Bruce had never taken Y/N’s friendship for granted. He’d pretty much forgotten about the events of the night before and he’d almost forgotten about Selina. Almost.

That wound in his heart wasn’t likely to heal any time soon, and rushing into something with Y/N wouldn’t be fair for her. He needed time to grieve the relationship and piling all of that onto her would be a bad start to a new relationship. Especially one with his oldest and best friend.

“Y/N,” he started after an extended quiet moment. “I wanted to apologise to you.”

“What for?” Y/N asked, stopping as she reached for her cup.

“For taking you for granted for all this time.”

Y/N shot him a confused look. “I’m not sure I understand,” she said.

“Every time I went through a rough patch in a relationship or a breakup, I would always come running to you for comfort,” Bruce said, keeping eye contact with her so she could see how sincere he was. “But I never did the same for you. Whenever you needed someone to be there for you, I wasn’t.”

“Maybe I didn’t need someone to be there for me,” Y/N said. “I know how busy you are.”

“Yes, but a true friend would drop everything for a friend who needs them. And I’m sorry that I was never there for you.”

“Bruce, you don’t have to be sorry for anything, I understand why you can’t always be around whenever I’m moping.”

“But I should be,” Bruce said, drawing the attention of some of the other diners around them. “I should be there for you because you’re always there for me. I feel like I’ve taken advantage of you and I don’t want to keep doing that.”

“I don’t want you to either,” Y/N said, her voice quiet as she looked down at the table. “I cried so much when you left last night. I felt like I was stuck in this endless loop of you breaking up with someone and coming to cry on my shoulder before going off to the next one.”

And I want to be the next one, she stopped herself from saying. Her throat felt thick like she’d swallowed a spoonful of molasses and couldn’t get it to go down. She wanted to tell Bruce how she felt about him, but not right in the middle of a cafe and not when he’d just been left at the altar. It would probably eat her up inside until she felt the time was right, but she’d endure it. Even if that meant waiting years for Bruce to be ready to love again.

“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her back to the room with him. “I’m sorry I put you through that. I want to be a better friend to you and I’m going to be a better friend.”

When Y/N didn’t respond, Bruce excused himself from the table to pay for the cheque. A single tear spilt from her eye once he was far away enough for her to not notice and was quickly wiped away with a napkin. This wasn’t how she had hoped the afternoon to go, and she was sure it wasn’t how Bruce wanted it to go either. After making sure she didn’t look like she was on the verge of tears, she gathered her things and joined Bruce at the counter who was ready to go.

“You feeling okay?” he asked when she approached him. She just nodded in reply. “We should get going.”

Bruce drove Y/N home and walked her up to her apartment, keeping close to her every step. His fingers brushed against hers occasionally, sending sparks up his arm and making his body run warm. They walked up the stairs to her floor in silence, the sound of their footsteps the only sound until they reached Y/N’s apartment and she fished her keys out of her pocket.

“Lunch didn’t end the way we’d hoped, huh?” Bruce said, trying to lighten the mood. “I really am sorry. About yesterday. And today.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said. “You’ve been hurt, you probably haven’t been thinking clearly.”

“Thanks for understanding, Y/N,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks for lunch,” she said in response before stepping forward to hug him.

Bruce eagerly accepted her hug, wrapping his strong arms around her tightly and resting his cheek on the top of her head. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo and the perfume that he knew she always dabbed behind her ears and let himself relax into her body. Hugging Y/N felt natural to him, but for some reason, it felt even more natural now. Like she was home and was welcoming him back to her after being away for so long. 

Without thinking, he shifted his head to softly kiss the top of her head and let his lips linger before she moved away from him. She looked at him wide-eyed, hoping he wouldn’t misinterpret her response before letting her gaze move down to his lips. Her chest rose and fell as her heartbeat sped up and Bruce moved one of his hands from her back to her face, brushing the backs of his fingers against her cheek and moving to gently hold her jaw. Just as he leaned his face into hers, her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted, waiting for him to make contact.

She felt his forehead against hers first, then his nose brush against hers before he softly captured her lips. Her heart skipped a beat before she relaxed into him, returning his kiss. It was gentle and chaste, but exactly what she’d wanted for years. And all it took was the man she’d loved her whole life getting left at the altar by her rival in love.

The kiss was over just as soon as it had begun. Bruce had pulled away from her just enough to still feel his breath on her skin, his hands still on her but full of restless energy. She knew he would have to go but she just wanted one more minute of feeling like he was hers.

“I should get going now,” Bruce said, his voice soft and quiet. “Alfred will be wondering why I’m taking so long.”

“It’s okay,” Y/N said as she let him move away from her. “Um, we should do this again soon.”

No, it’s too soon, Y/N, she told herself.

“Y’know, when you’re ready, of course,” she added quickly. Bruce smiled at her and took her hand.

“I’ll always make time for you,” he said warmly. “I told you, I want to make up the past ten years to you.”

“I’d like that,” she said as she opened her apartment door behind her and slowly backed into it. “So, see you soon?”

“See you soon,” Bruce said and watched her go before making his way down the hall and stairs and back to his car.

Once the door had closed, Y/N again slid down against it, this time in triumph rather than sorrow. It was too early to know for sure, but she knew that she didn’t have to live in dread of Bruce blowing her off for some other fling again. She finally knew what it was like to be close to him, to have him kiss her, even if it was so briefly. Her fingers drifted up to her lip, still tingling from his kiss as if she couldn’t believe that it had happened. But it had, and hopefully, it would happen many more times in the future.

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 36

Chris was feeling so satisfied now he had a belly full of Louise’s blood. Though the scent of her arousal was making his head spin… He could also tell by the way she was squirming that she was really aroused.

‘I uhm… sorry I let myself get way too carried away. In both senses.’ He coughed to clear his throat a bit. ‘I probably should have worn underwear.’ He blushed a little.

Louise giggled. ‘That was… so hot.’

Chris smirked and nuzzled her nose with his. ‘I can smell how desperate you are, pumpkin. Do you want some privacy to sort yourself out? Or if you want… I could help. These fingers aren’t just good at tickling, you know.’ He smirked and smoothed his hand down her side. ‘Only if you want to though, there’s no pressure from me. As I said, I can easily give you space to… satisfy yourself. I just don’t want you to be left frustrated, after you gave me so much.’

Louise’s eyes widened and her cheeks flushed even redder than they had been. ‘I… uh… are you… into doing that?’ She squeaked out, flustered at the mere thought.

Chris frowned and kissed her cheek. ‘Of course…’ but then he realised. Ray never pleasured her, it was just about his own pleasure. ‘Have you ever had someone else make you cum before?’

Louise shook her head shyly. ‘No… Just on my own.’ She admitted. ‘Was never… important.’

Chris understood completely without her explaining anymore. He knew that she didn’t like thinking about Ray, never mind talking about him really.

‘Well, I’ve got news for you, sweetheart. You’re going to be cumming a hell of a lot more than I will be. I just know that you are going to be such a delight to force orgasm after orgasm out of… I can’t wait to have you squirming and crying out my name, it’s all you’ll be able to remember.’ He growled seductively and kissed her.

He felt her gasp into his mouth, and he could tell by her body that she was getting more and more aroused.

‘That’s… quite a bold statement.’ She teased after the kiss.

Chris tickled her side. ‘Don’t worry, it’s one I will live up to…’ He smirked. ‘Now, you’ve got less than a minute to decide what you want to do, while I grab you a glass of water.’

He kissed her again before getting up off the sofa, he was walking a little awkwardly due to the mess in his jeans, making Louise fall into a fit of the giggles, he shot her a look over his shoulder before disappearing out of the room briefly.

Louise reached up to feel her neck and brushed her fingers across his bite mark, making her shiver. It was a little bit sore, but she quite liked the way it hurt. It was a dull sort of stingy ache. She couldn’t believe he’d bitten her, it had been even better than she could have imagined. She didn’t find she felt too bad either, rather drained but not as bad as she thought she was going to feel afterwards.

When Chris returned a minute later, he’d changed out of his jeans and into trackie bottoms. He had a glass of water for her and a bar of chocolate.

Though as Louise tried to sit up, her head began spinning so she paused. ‘Oh, geez.’ She said as she put her hand up to her head. Maybe she was bit more out of it than she had realised.

‘Easy, pumpkin.’ Chris put the water and chocolate down on the side table and grabbed her.

He carefully lifted her up in his arms and sat down behind her, cradling her on front of him between his legs, her back against his chest.

‘Sorry… thought I was feeling ok.’ Louise said sheepishly.

‘Don’t apologise, I’ve taken a lot of blood out of you. Of course your head might feel a bit funny for a while… Here, drink some water.’ Chris grabbed the glass of water and brought it round on front of her.

She took the glass but her hands were a bit shaky, so Chris put his hands over hers to help her drink. He was glad that she drank more than half of the glass, he needed to make sure she kept hydrated.

Louise was rather fascinated looking at his large hands over hers, making hers and the glass look absolutely tiny in comparison. Though she also noticed that the tattoos he had on the back of his hands were pretty faded.

‘What’s happened with your hand tattoos?’ She asked softly.

‘I didn’t like them, so I’ve been going through the process of having them removed. I have plans for what I want on one instead.’ He said as he nuzzled against her hair at the back of her head.

Chris grabbed the chocolate and broke the pieces up for her, then fed her each bit. Which didn’t help with her arousal, but the chocolate and water did help with the fuzziness in her head.

‘How are you feeling, sweetheart?’ Chris asked as he kissed her neck softly, over where he’d bitten.

‘Better… apart from… uh… you know.’ She said shyly.

‘Do you want me to help? Or would you rather have some privacy?’ He asked, his voice was a low rumble and she could feel his chest vibrating against her back.

She mumbled her response, very quietly, Chris could hear what she said but only because of his vampire hearing.

‘What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t quite catch that?’ He said teasingly as he wrapped his arms around her middle and tickled her sides.

She started laughing as she buckled further back into him. ‘Can you… help… please.’ She said a bit louder between laughing.

‘That’s better. Of course I can help, my sweet little pumpkin.’ He purred, sliding his nose up the side of her neck to just below her ear, he kissed her there softly and stopped tickling her. 

‘If you want me to stop, just tell me.’ Chris said seriously as he kept his right arm around her middle and his left hand started wandering down her body.

His arms were long enough he was able to reach the bottom of her dress just by her knee, he slowly tugged it up, his hand slipping under and lightly creeping up her inner thigh. She let her legs fall open a bit more, to give him better access.

‘How does it feel, having been bitten by your vampire?’ He asked in a growly tone as his hand reached her knickers, he lightly trailed his fingers across her centre, feeling how wet she was through the fabric.

‘It… it feels amazing.’ Louise gasped out.

She gasped again when he slid his hand inside her knickers and started touching her softness. He groaned into her ear, finally feeling her intimately was driving him wild again. Though he kept himself calm and composed, this was about her pleasure.

‘Hopefully I’m about to make you feel even more amazing.’ He purred.

His exploring fingers delved through her folds and he swiftly sought out her clit. He took his time stroking her, learning what she liked and responded to best. While he would have loved to tease and torment her, he knew there would be plenty of time for that in the future. She deserved an orgasm right now.

He still took his time, building her up slowly and carefully. Listening to every little whimper and moan, taking in every shaky breath and twitch of her muscles.

When he slipped a finger into her, he felt her body clutching him tightly. His thumb rubbed over her clit in firm circles, and he was able to insert a second long finger into her. He curled them in just the right way and hit gold, so he zoned in on that area.

‘You’ve been such a good girl for me, letting me feed from you. Making you cum is the least I can do in return. Let yourself go, my little pumpkin.’ He whispered into her ear.

Chris felt her body react strongly when he called her a good girl… Which intrigued him and got his mind ticking, though he stored that information away in his brain for later.

‘Fuuuuuck!’ Louise cried out as she gripped his arm tightly.

Her body felt like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. It was one thing pleasuring herself previously, but having the man, vampire, that she loved dearly do it, was a whole new level of pleasure.

Using his right hand, Chris let go of her middle and reached up to grip her chin, turning her face to the side so he could kiss her sloppily. He kept his movements at the same strong rhythm, his fingers inside of her rubbing firmly against her g spot while his thumb continued to circle her clit.

As his tongue lapped against her own, she came unravelled around his fingers, whimpering and moaning into his mouth. She’d never had an orgasm so good before, she felt it through her entire body. It was like her bones had turned completely to mush.

When she was finished it took her a bit of time to catch her breath and for her racing heart to settle down again. Chris chuckled as he reluctantly removed his hand from her knickers, he couldn’t resist sucking his fingers clean, moaning at her taste.

‘Mmm, my god. You taste delicious, both your blood and your pussy.’ He purred at her, making her turn her face into his chest to hide as she felt another wave of heat wash over her face.

‘That was… wow.’ She giggled.

‘I’m glad you thought so. This is just the start, once I know your body inside and out, the fun will be endless.’ He grinned as she peeked shyly up at him.

‘I uhm, I feel like you’re needing something…’ She whispered, feeling his arousal pressing hard against her lower back.

‘No, no, pumpkin. I’ve got everything I need. You’ve already given me great pleasure tonight. I think we should get to bed, so you can rest up.’ Chris gently held her chin and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

She nodded in agreement. ‘I dunno if I’m going to be able to stand.’ She admitted.

‘From lack of blood or because of the orgasm?’ Chris smirked.

‘Both.’ She giggled.

‘Both is a good answer.’ Chris chuckled.

He carefully cradled her in his arms and stood, she put her arms around his neck as he took her upstairs into his bedroom. He gently sat her down on the bed, then nipped back downstairs to get more water and fruit for her.

She managed to make her way into his en-suite to get cleaned up a little, though her legs were a bit wobbly. She spent some time looking at the red bite mark on her neck, she felt so giddy having been bitten and marked by her vampire.

Chris pulled the covers on the bed back when he returned, then he stripped down to his boxers to get ready for bed. When Louise came out of the bathroom, she blushed when she saw him waiting in bed, sitting up so she could see his naked chest.

Chris’ heart melted upon seeing her in pj shorts and a vest top. He smiled at her and patted the bed next to him.

She rushed over and climbed into bed beside him. Chris wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she snuggled in against his side.

‘I’m going to need you to drink this glass of water and have some strawberries before we go to sleep.’ Chris said as he reached to the bedside table and handed her a glass.

‘The whole glass?’ Louise asked with wide eyes.

‘Yep. The whole glass.’ Chris nodded.

‘I’ll be peeing all night.’ Louise whined as she took it from him.

‘I’d rather you pee the bed than pass out from dehydration.’ Chris chuckled as he handed her some strawberries.

‘Hopefully I’ll make it to the bathroom.’ She snorted.

‘I hope so too, but I’ll cope if you don’t.’ Chris winked at her and nudged her playfully.

Once Louise finished her water, with lots of prompting from Chris, because it was a large glass, she finished the strawberries too and was more than ready to sleep. They both lay down and snuggled together, she had her head on his chest and felt so content. As did Chris.

Louise was out like a light with Chris lightly trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

Chris was just enjoying the moment, having her in his arms. He was excited about getting to spend the whole long weekend with her.

He noticed his phone light up from the side, it was on silent. He reached back to check it, without disturbing Louise. It was a message from Loki.

L: Is Louise still alive? You haven’t bled her dry, have you?

Chris chuckled softly. He took a quick selfie to send to his brother, he was grinning widely with Louise’s head on his chest. She was sleeping so peacefully with a smile on her face.

C: One satisfied vampire, and one very satisfied human. ;)

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Hi Shalom, I am the anon who sent an ask about calling a shul last week. Before giving updates I would like to apologise for vomiting my anxiety all over the ask. We're strangers and you didn't ask for the job of calming my anxieties. I apologise for that.

Also, thank you for your faith in me, it gave me strength, because I did go to the shul. I was incredulous at myself, but I did do it. I had to go back to my home during the day as I had forgotten my ID but I still went back instead of giving up (the journey was one hour and a half total, next time I will remember).

The security literally used interrogator techniques on me, which I realised only later. I totally understand, I didn't know anyone there, I was not Jewish by my own confession, I could have been anyone. Anyway, I said if I shouldn't be here that evening it was fine (I didn't want to pose a security risk) he said "No! You can go tonight we talked about you."

What can I say about the experience but that it was- so much better than I expected. First, everyone was so opened and relaxed. I talked with two women behind me. I said it was my first time and asked some questions, and one of them was so nice. Said she couldn't read either the first time, that she had learned. Turns out she was a convert. I hesitated to tell her I wasn't Jewish, but I did. One thing I want to be is honest. Those people are literally putting themselves in danger, opening their space to a stranger, I owe them at least three time my honesty.

At one point during the office, I got teary eyes. The emotion of being there, honestly it surprised me, I don't really now what got me so emotional. Another moment, I felt like I was flying, wrapped in the singing of everyone around me.

Another thing is I was finally hearing people say Hashem, and Shma Israel and Shabbat Shalom and talking about the destruction of the Temple. It was as if I had finally found the correct dimension, you know?

It was so good. At the end the lady gave me her number told me I could text and we could drink coffee this week so that she could answer my questions.

The guy at the entrance told me to call the secretary to begin the procedure of conversion. I never said I wanted to, but apparently me wanting to assist to an office count as wanting to convert.

So, this has been a wonderful experience. I still I'm not sure if I want to convert or not. I will contact the lady. What I know is I want to learn everything, I want to go back to shul. What I don't know is, what level of observance can I sustain realistically over the term of my life? am I ready to confront my relatives reaction to this? And am I ready to put my children in danger over my calling to Judaism?

I will reflect and ask questions and think.

Thank you for reading, have a great day!

I want to start with: I am, genuinely, very proud of you. It might sound odd, but it is such an intimidating first step to take, and I can empathize with how scary it is. Additionally, I understand where you were coming from, and understood that these anxieties are hard to talk about with, really, anyone, but they need to go somewhere. Every step of the conversion process is a community project, even questioning if judaism is right will take a community to address. We can't survive alone in this, and I think part of exploring conversion is learning how to be in community. I think many of us grew up in hyper-individualistic communities to the point where we internalize shame by "stooping down" to seeking help. I don't want to assume what your situation is, but it's definitely been something I personally have had to contend with (and frankly, I still am contending with). So I truly understand why you went about your feelings the way you did - you didn't cause harm to me, I didn't feel like a therapist, and you it seemed like you needed community. That's nothing to be ashamed or guilty for. So long as we all remember that I am not an expert, I think we can at least have a heart-to-heart. My overall point is: I don't want for you to feel ashamed of needing community and asking for support, and I hope you don't feel that way. I'm glad you contacted me, and feel honored that you chose me to speak about it with. That's crazy to think about (in a good way, of course)!

I truly have so much faith in your path, and I found myself relating heavily in what you've expressed. I absolutely don't want to tell you what you ought to do, but I really hope you continue this journey no matter where it leads you. Keep asking those big questions - learning about what your needs are is so important. I can't answer them for you, and I don't want to assume that you want me to answer those for me, but if you ever want to talk, know that this blog is an option if you want it to be. All of this is a community effort. Chase the happiness. You deserve that, literally, at the very least

[lucy90712]

Pablo Gavi- Teach me

A/n: I know Gavi didn’t play in the second leg against Man Utd but let’s just pretend he did

wc: 2.3k

Today has just been one of those days everything has just not gone my way. This morning the shower in my room at university didn't work and since I've dropped seemingly everything I've picked up and I just can't figure out how to start my next assignment. In hopes to clear my mind I decided to go for a walk as usually that helps me sort my head out and get myself back in a good mind set. My walk was really nice for a while until I got into the town which was heaving with people. Usually it's busy but today it was just manic which was making me more stressed than I was before I left.

Once I got a bit further I realised that I came out not too long before Manchester United play Barcelona in the europa league. Had I known the game was on I would never have come this way as usually I avoid going anywhere near the stadium on game days as it gets so busy but now I'm committed to going this way I will just have to deal with it. The last time I accidentally came near the stadium on a game day when I first moved here I found a back road that was a lot more quiet so I made my way through the crowds until I found the street. The street goes around the back of the stadium which is why it's so quiet but I like it as it gave me my chance to relax like I wanted.

While walking I took my phone out of my coat pocket to change the song playing in my ears as it wasn't one I was feeling at the moment. Just as I looked down at my phone it was like I walked into a wall and all of a sudden I nearly fell backwards and my phone went crashing to the floor. It was clear to me that to top my bad day off I'd just walked into someone. I almost didn't want to look up and see the person who was probably going to yell at me but I did anyway. When I did look up I nearly fell over again as my eyes were met with probably the most attractive guy I've ever met so I cursed myself even more. The guy bent down and picked up my phone handing it back to me so I could see that it was completely smashed but luckily it still worked.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't paying attention to where I was going are you ok" I apologised

"I-it's ok" the guy replied with a very thick Spanish accent

"Are you ok?" He asked

"I'm fine but my phone not so much" I joked trying to make light of the situation

The guy laughed before signalling for someone else nearby to come over who he talked to in what I assume was Spanish while I just watched. I wasn't really sure if I was supposed to keep standing there but I did anyway as it's not like I understood what they were saying. To me it sounded like they were arguing but eventually they stopped talking and the other guy turned to face me.

"Hey I'm Ferran and this is Pablo he wants to invite you to watch the game later but he doesn't know how to say it" Ferran said

"It's nice to meet you both I'm y/n, I'd love to come to the game but only if it's no trouble I've already caused enough problems here today" I said

"It's not problem at all Pablo here would love to have you watch" Ferran said

"Then I'd love to" I replied

After agreeing to go to the game Pablo ran off and went to talk to someone else and when he came back he handed me a ticket to the game which when I glanced at seemed to be a vip ticket. He then managed to ask me to meet him after the game and Ferran told me just to show my ticket and give the security my name and they would let me in. With that they both ran off towards the stadium and I was left completely shocked and confused as to what just happened. It felt like a fever dream but it was definitely real life and now I had about an hour and a half before I was supposed to be going to a football game. Luckily that is enough time to go home and get changed and hopefully do some research on this game as I know very little about football.

Gavi's POV

Before any game I go through the same routine but tonight that routine has gone out the window. On the way into the stadium someone walked into me which usually would be a bit annoying but I would just move on but when I looked at who walked into me I saw the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. In that moment I decided that I couldn't just let her leave for me never to see her again so I invited her to the game or well Ferran did as I didn't know how to say it in English. The fact that I couldn't talk to her is exactly why my routine has changed as I need to learn as much English as possible before I see her after the game.

Most of the guys only speak Spanish but some have played over here and know some English so I begged them to teach me some English. Of course everyone laughed at me that all it took was a girl to finally make me learn English but eventually they agreed to help me after I told them she would be coming to the game later. To start with they were teaching me things that I won't be using later and I know not to use them as they were giggling as they taught me the words which means they are things that will either make me look like a weirdo or make her hate me. Once they had their fun they started to take things seriously and taught me basic sentences to use. it was hard to learn a language so quickly but I wrote some of them down on my phone just in case I forget. Even during warm up I kept practicing to make sure I don't make a fool of myself.

Instead of focusing on the game like I should be during warm up I also looked around the stadium to see if y/n had actually turned up. I mean I wouldn't blame her if she didn't show up as she clearly didn't know who I was so to her it was just some random guy inviting her to a game. As warm up went on I was starting to think she wouldn't show up when I couldn't see her but right before we went back down the tunnel I saw her walk in and start looking around. Knowing she actually came gave me even more motivation to win this game and impress her.

Your POV

I pretty much ran home to put on a nicer outfit before heading straight back out to go to the stadium. I have never been to a football match before mainly because I don't have much of an interest in the sport but when you get invited to a game by a very attractive guy you just have to go so that's exactly what I did. On my walk back to the stadium I tried looking up a bit about the game and I found out that it's the second leg of this game and that currently the score is  2-2 draw which means either team has a chance of making it. Living in Manchester I know a bit about the united team but I know next to nothing about Barcelona so I focused my search on them.

When looking at the Barcelona players I almost dropped my phone out of pure shock. Right in front of me listed as one of the players was Pablo and Ferran. When I googled him I only got more flustered as he is my age and has already played in the World Cup and won trophies for how talented he is. All of a sudden I felt really stupid that I'd just so casually spoken to such a famous footballer without having any clue who he was. As much as it's embarrassing I clearly didn't make an awful impression as he still invited me to watch the game so I need to put it behind me and just try not to make more of a fool of myself.

It took me forever to find the entrance I was supposed to go in once I made it to the stadium but eventually I found my way into the stadium but then I had to find my seat which involved a lot of walking back and forth but once I reached the right section it was easy to find my seat. As I sat down I noticed the players heading back in from the pitch from what I assume was their warm up. I didn't see Pablo but I knew he would have been out there as he was named in the starting line up. With the few minutes I had before the match started I spent my time trying to use google translate to learn a bit of Spanish as Pablo only speaks Spanish so I want to be able to talk to him after the game. Of course I know that everything might not be incredibly accurate but anything is better than nothing and I'm sure he will understand most of what I say.

Soon enough the game started and Barcelona got off to a great start by scoring a penalty putting them ahead overall. The first half ended with the same score but once the second half kicked off it only took a few minutes for Manchester United to score making things level again. From then the match was hard to watch as Barcelona were really struggling and eventually the inevitable happened Man Utd scored their second goal putting them ahead with about 15 minutes left. I really hoped that Barcelona could bring it back but they just couldn't get close enough and the game ended with Man Utd making it through to the next round and Barcelona being left disappointed. As much as I'd only been invested in this matched for a few hours I still felt awful for the whole team but especially Pablo as I could see the disappointment on his face from my seat.

I stayed sat in the stands for a few minutes deciding whether Pablo would even want to still see me after the game but in the end I just decided to go for it as if I don't I'm never going to see him again and if things go wrong then the same applies. Heading through the stadium and to the areas that most people will never see felt so wrong but I kept going until some security stopped me so I did what Ferran told me to do and they let me right through and even told me where to go. It felt so weird to be walking down the tunnel with loads of players standing around I just felt so out of place as I'm just a normal university student that has nothing to do with football whatsoever. I stood outside of the away teams locker room looking at my home until someone spoke to me which nearly made me jump out of my skin.

"Hey" Pablo said

"Hi I'm sorry you lost you played really well though" I said

"Thank you" he replied

He seemed to have learnt some English as he was able to ask me some questions as we got to know each other a bit while just stood in the hallway. I expected him to be quite full of himself as he's an attractive famous footballer but he was so down to earth and incredibly sweet that I kind of forgot who I was talking to. I was surprised after earlier that he was able to speak quite well on occasion we had a bit of trouble but google translate helped with that. At some point he had to head back to the hotel but before leaving he asked for my number and asked me if I would join him for breakfast in the morning before he leaves. Of course I agreed but once I was alone again I wondered how I managed to get myself into this situation.

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"I can't believe you made everyone teach you English just so you could speak to me" I laughed

"Well what else was I supposed to do you were way too beautiful for me to just let you go I had to do something" Pablo defended himself

"It was worth it though wasn't it?" He asked

"Oh definitely I'll forever be grateful to your teammates for helping you talk to me because now I have the best husband in the world" I said

"And I have an even better wife" he said trying to make me blush and succeeding

So much has changed since the day we first met and honestly I'm not sure I know how it all happened but I'm incredibly grateful that it did. Since meeting Pablo my life has only gotten better everyday and now that we are married I couldn't be happier. The road to get here wasn't easy but we have gone through it all together and I hope we will continue to do so for the rest of our lives.

[fauxdette]

Would you lead me straight to hell or lead me to the garden? Pt.3

An Elriel story

Summary: Azriel tries to apologise after the Winter Solstice incident…

Warning: a *hint* of self pleasure

Elain downed another glass, setting her empty wineglass back on the table with a clink and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. From the seat across from her, Cassian’s eyebrows shot up. “Everything alright Elain?” he asked in a hushed tone, leaning over the table to hide their conversation.   She merely nodded, stifling a hiccup. “You sure? Because we’ve been doing these dinners for a while now and I’ve never seen you drink more than one glass let alone finish four in forty minutes.” Elain felt her face flush but she glanced quickly at Azriel, at the head of the table to her right, and Lucien, who was standing near the back of the room deep in conversation with Rhysand, then back to Cassian; praying he understood. “Ah,” he said, leaning in his seat and burying the back of his head in his hands. “The tension.”

He dragged the last syllable out with a click of his tongue. As if she heard it, Nesta appeared, sitting herself next to her mate and fixing him with an intense stare. “What are we talking about?” “Elain’s many suitors,” he grinned, leaning over the table again to refill their glasses. “I don’t have any suitors,” Elain replied. “She’s just saying that because there’s no real competition,” Nesta said. “She’s obviously choosing Az.” Cassian looked at her, amused. “You mean you would choose Az.” “Yes but… she would too,” there was a playful glint in Nesta’s eyes. Elain suspected her sister was telling the truth but that she’d said it to try and get a reaction out of Cass more than anything. By the way his body was now turned entirely towards her, his hand reaching for her thigh, it had worked. “Okay!” Elain announced louder than she’d meant to. “We’re not talking about this anymore, bye!” Her chair scraped the wooden floor as she stood, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. She winced. “I’m going to bed,” she explained to no one and everyone. And then because it didn’t seem like a sufficient explanation, she curtseyed. “Uh. Goodnight.” Nesta and Cassian were trying so hard not to laugh that the latter had gone bright red; his shoulders moving up and down silently. Nesta managed to mouth a curtsey? at Elain as she backed out of the room. I don’t know, Elain mouthed back before bolting out the door. A few minutes later she was lying in bed, enjoying the wine-haze that had settled over her. The faelights were dimmed but she’d but kept the window open, a beam of moonlight illuminating the floor. Mutterings from dinner continued downstairs mixing with the faint sound of music from somewhere else in the city. The white rose lay on the nightstand next to her and she picked a petal off with two fingers, holding it up to the moonlight. She could still smell him on it, just like she could still feel his light grip on her hands; and the thought of them, his touch and his scent made something stir in her core. She didn’t know if it was fuelled by the alcohol or the idea that he’d been in her room, but Elain held the petal against her skin; running it down the column of her neck and across her collarbones. The plush texture felt so soft; skin-like, and she closed her eyes as she imagined it as a scarred, silken, fingertip. Her breathing deepened as her hand slowly trailed between her breasts, nipples tight against the silk of her cami. She hitched her shirt up, running the petal onto the plane of her exposed stomach, travelling lower and lower… A knock at her door halted her hand where it was. She sat upright, reeling from the sudden movement, all the wine she’d drunk and what had just been interrupted. Carefully, she grounded her bare feet on the floorboards, scanning the room for any evidence of what she’d just been doing before padding to the door and opening it up a crack. The hallway was barely illuminated but she could make out a refined chest, clad in leather, as well as a set of black wings. Illyrian wings.

Part 4

[ashs-random-writing]

Mushroom Circles

Chapter ten

Ao3

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When an accidental blood sacrifice leaves him in a strange new world, Roman has to hide

Logan would like to know what has been eating all the fruit

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Logan took note of every reaction Tiny had, and to what. They were startled by Patton’s sudden touch on their arm, but that was just as obvious as the way they were scared when Janus was nearby.

They evidently didn’t forgive Janus for what he had done. Janus had attempted to claim that it was because they mustn’t have understood the apology, but Logan knew for sure that they did. Their reaction was far from the non-comprehending stare they often had when hearing words they didn’t understand.

In addition, they had heard apologies from Logan and Patton enough times that he was almost a hundred percent certain that they must understand it. He figured that they simply had not liked Janus’s (admittedly not the best) apology, and had reacted as such.

Logan not only didn’t disagree with their assessment of the apology, but in fact he would have thought about doing the same as them had someone given such a lacking apology to him. Of course, he wouldn’t have done the same, despite thinking it, as he never acted that dramatically, and quite frankly, he’d have simply walked away from the conversation if it were him.

Tiny didn’t have the same luxuries of leaving the situation, but could still show their unimpressed attitude in their own way. Logan almost felt a smile creep onto his face.

All six of Janus’s arms were crossed stubbornly.

“Why should I have apologised if they won’t even give me a chance?” He was complaining, as Patton was checking on Tiny.

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose, pushing his glasses up accidentally in the process.

“You apologised because you were told to, and you sounded like it, I doubt I’d have accepted that apology either,” Logan informed him bluntly.

Janus, turned away from him in much the same manner that Tiny did to Janus, which Logan had to admit was quite amusing. He still had his questions about Tiny, not one of them having been answered.

What were they? Why were they here? Why hadn’t they shared their name? Why were they so tiny? Why didn’t they have any magic? Why were they so faerie-like, but so different?

They had basic features replicated, though on a much smaller scale, but the only colours that they had as a part of their skin and hair were shades of beige and brown. Their eyes were green, but that was the only colourful thing about them other than their clothes.

They had a noticeable lack of wings. And a noticeable lack of extra limbs. Their ears were rounded rather than pointed, and their teeth had barely any that were sharp.

He had no clue what they were.

He wondered if they felt the same about him. Were they just as clueless as he, when it came to each others’ species? Or did they know more about him than the very little he knew about them?

At the very least, they likely knew how they got here, which Logan didn’t know. He sighed.

A few weeks later, he still knew next to nothing about them. They had become more vocal over the few weeks, though he understood very little. They greeted him when he greeted them, clearly having learnt the greeting from him and Patton (Logan pretended not to be amused at the way they blatantly ignored Janus if he ever tried to say hello to them)

He was still having to resort to calling them Tiny, due to the fact that they still hadn’t shared their name, and any time they tried to ask, they’d freeze up, becoming more nervous again. They’d stopped asking them for it- they clearly had a reason for not sharing it, perhaps something cultural. Logan knew nothing of them.

Janus had not been tormenting them, in Patton’s words, for the past few weeks- at least not at the same extent that he was beforehand.

He was still annoying them, poking and prodding them, and making snide little comments. Janus was banned from being the one to bring them their food, as he’d attempt to annoy them by stealing the food off their plate, often making little comments about how they’d never be able to eat all of it, anyway.

Tiny didn’t often get all pale and scared because of it, anymore, but did often get very visibly annoyed. He noticed that they often crossed their arms when they were annoyed, and they tended to mutter and grumble in their own language.

Logan found the language extremely interesting- but he had not yet figured out the meaning of any words. He hoped that could be remedied at some stage.

He was voicing his concerns about what they were to Janus in a different room than Tiny was in, and doing so quietly- he didn’t entirely know how much Tiny understood at this point- when Janus spoke up.

“Y’know, I think there’s an old folktale about weird little tiny people, maybe that could give some insight,” he said, absentmindedly, as though this wasn’t information that might’ve been useful a while ago “I’m sure from what I remember that it matches at least a little with Tiny,”

Logan stared at him a few moments.

“And you didn’t tell me about this weeks ago?” He asked, barely concealing his annoyance.

Janus shrugged, checking his nails “Never came up,”

Logan groaned.

“Alright,” he said through gritted teeth, trying not to shout at him for deciding that this wasn’t important information. “I’m going to go to the library and look up different stories. You will stay here, okay?”

Janus looked up from his nails in disbelief.

“What? On my own?” He asked, with wide eyes.

Logan nodded, grabbing his bag.

“Tiny won’t like that,” Janus replied, with a forcefully smooth tone, which suggested that he was also nervous about the idea.

Logan ignored that.

“Then don’t bother them,” he responded shortly, beginning to leave.

Truth be told, he also wasn’t 100% on board with the idea of Tiny and Janus being on their own here, but he also didn’t like the idea of Tiny being actually alone. Patton was out for a while, tending to some plants for the day as a favour

It didn’t take long for Logan to fly to the library, luckily. He brought out three books of folk tales and began reading, searching for any mention of tiny people.

It took an hour or two before he found it, but Janus was right. It matched up. It was one of the less popular stories, and it was old.

The tale detailed a race of tiny people from another world. Non-magical, and fragile. There was an illustration of one of these ‘humans’ and Logan was almost startled by how similar it looked to Tiny. He carried on reading.

There was some kind of natural portal between the worlds, only activated by certain actions. And then he read part of the tale that had one of his questions answered, but left him extremely concerned.

Humans, according to all recollections of the tale, have no magic. But they do have something strange; something in them reacts with faerie magic, meaning that they can be controlled if you learn their name. Most humans in the tales couldn’t speak, so it’s supposedly hard to wrest the information from them, but they could become a valuable tool if you do find yourself faced with the fabled creature.

Logan read it and reread it again, trying to expel the sour taste in his mouth that came from the words and the implications of them. They could be controlled? No wonder they refused to say their name- they clearly knew about this. It certainly gave him an explanation as to why they got so nervous at the idea of it.

He silently checked out the book and put it in his bag and began flying back to Patton’s house.

Strangely, the rope ladder that Janus liked to use to get in and out of the house due to his lack of wings was down. He ignored that and entered the house

The first thing he noticed when he walked in was that Janus was nowhere to be found. The second thing was that Tiny was asleep on their blanket on the table- their sleep schedule had been very random since he’d first found them, and hadn’t much fixed itself. The third thing he noticed was a note on the kitchen counter

“Something interesting happening a little while away, I’ll be back soon,” he read under his breath, careful not to wake Tiny.

Logan grumbled slightly and watched out of the window for Janus’s return

After a few minutes, he did return, seemingly uncaring to Logan’s disapproving stare

“So, what was so interesting that you left Tiny alone after I specified that you were to stay here?”

Janus rolled his eyes

“Oh please, they were asleep when I left, I doubt they minded. But, you might wanna wake them for this,”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows

“Why,” he asked in a suspicious tone “What was this interesting thing you went out to see?”

Janus grinned and reached into his pocket with one of his hands, bringing out another tiny person. Another human.

This one had slightly paler skin, darker clothes, and different hair. They had strange smudges under their eyes that looked like some form of makeup. And they looked entirely terrified.

He could only see half of their face but what he could see was absolutely filled with fear. He looked away from them and back up to Janus

“What- where did you find them?” He asked desperately, adjusting his glasses

“Just a few minutes walk away from here,” Janus asked, dangling the new human in front of his face

Logan frowned

“I thought you learned from Tiny not to dangle them, it scares them,” he said gesturing for him to place the human down on the table, which Janus did. The human stumbled backwards, eyes flittering between them both with clear and pure terror

Logan and Janus talked between themselves for a few moments, discussing how best to go about this, before deciding to wake Tiny up (something Logan almost never did- he knew they didn’t sleep well), and put the other human on the table with them

Both humans stared at each other but Tiny began to speak, though the second one didn’t at first, still staring at he and Janus, as though they were scared of what would happen to them. Logan pushed his feelings down

He’d have a lot to catch Patton up on when he got back

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@a-chilly-pepper @da3dm @betamash

[ransprang]

Tenoch Huerta x fem!reader Narcos (American) AU - N/SFW

You had just been assigned a case to investigate the Narcos in Mexico with your best friend. You both together meant trouble, with a forsaken sense of humour. You two understood each others feelings so when you both were assigned the case together, it was a lot of excitement mixed with the worst ideas of fun a human could come up with.

That’s how, the best romance of your life began. As your plane touched down in Mexico your heart skipped a beat as if it knew what the future held. After a welcoming nights fun the next day you were ready to enter the bureau with your bestie. You two marched forward, and an oak coloured man wearing a dark red shirt tucked in with black pants greeted the two of you “ welcome y/n and b/n…my name is Tenoch and I will be your partner on this case”

You both shook hands with him and got to work. First thing you realised was that the department was a mess and the second thing was that your parents were racists. Now while battling both these sides you saw the worst of your thinking come out. You wanted to be isolated to clean up the department, work hard and get the case on it’s feet, but at the same time you had another goal. To rebel against your parents and show them that they are wrong and to be with a Mexican just to be against them. The strained relationship with your parents brought out the fighter in you, perhaps also the slut.

A few days later the team along with you 3 decided to go to a bar, where you decided to tell b/n about your situation over drinks and suddenly you saw an unexpected reaction. They were angry at you, you were scared for the first time. “How can you constantly over complicate your life haven’t you had enough?” They screamed at the top of their lungs outside the bar. From inside, the team and Tenoch spectated discussing what the 2 people could be fighting about. B/n stormed off into the distance as you walked in with a embarrassed smile as everyone stared “well I’m sure I needed a few more drinks before dealing with that” you cracked on making light of the situation.

Tenoch decided to walk you home that night as he asked all concerned “what was that about? Couldn’t be about the Narcos”, you looked at him “well I’m going to be completely honest…”

In a blink of an eye -

You two were laying naked next to one another on the bed, he said in a hoarse voice “well that crosses one of your goals out” you turned your head towards him “yeah I guess it does…”. He got up while discussing the case casually and wore his clothes. You felt happy that you did this but at the same time a sinking feeling in your heart persisted. “Alright y/n see you at 8am tomorrow!” He said while walking to the door, “8am?!! You’re leaving at 2 am! That’s not fair” you spitted back. As he closed the door behind him to go start his bike he nonchalantly waved you goodbye with a sly smile.

You had feelings for your partner at work, Tenoch Huerta. This was unironically caused by your parents. The next day at work you faced your best friend again, they weren’t angry anymore and apologised for their behaviour last night. You felt relieved but now you had gotten yourself into another mess. Without realising you pursed your lips as they said “you do not over complicate things, sorry for saying that”, they shot you an eyebrow and asked now what… “I slept with…t…enoch” -“YOU WHAT?!” They screamed, making everyone in their cabins look at you both including Tenoch himself. You two were garnering a reputation to yourselves.

Over the next few weeks you and Tenoch casually kept hooking up and acting like nothing happened the next day, as your bestie shot you dirty looks at work. Till one day he went out with his friends on a fine Friday evening. You went home and all you could think about how he had sex with you and now could be doing the very same with someone else. It was a lurching feeling in your stomach, as you laid in your bed for hours at the verge of tears. Why were you feeling so strongly, why were you even hurting? This was all a ploy to be rebellious against your parents.

As the clock struck 12am, a few moments later you heard a man scream your name from the street outside. You went to the window and saw Tenoch drunk, fumbling by his bike calling out to you. You quickly ran down and got him up the stairs to your apartment. “Y/n I love….y..ou” he slurred out as he leaned in for a kiss. You leaned back without realising and then suddenly pushed him away “you’re drunk Tenoch go to bed.” You threw him on your bed and put the covers on him.

The next day he had some explaining to do, but you didn’t mind any of it, In fact you couldn’t stop smiling. He could tell, this was your way of saying I love you back. You both spent the weekend together, simply in each others company. On Monday your bestie could instantly tell something was up, but they knew it was for the better this time.

Your cocaina,

Admin Sav

[tieflingtareon]

My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 22 | Words: 4.2k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

That devil is getting into his head, while others get into Tar'eons. He doesn't appreciate not having the upperhand after years of being at the disadvantage. He will find a way to make him see.

He is the one he should be listening to. Astarion would make it so, no matter the means.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

BLADEWEAVE CENTRIC CHAPTER

"I mean it. You don't have to watch over me like I'm your dying mother." Gale sighed as Wyll pulled up a chair beside the bed, holding out a bowl of stew.

"Perhaps don't mention dying mothers to the one who doesn't have one?" Wyll hummed and Gale had the decency to flush a little.

"My uh, my apologises."

"It's alright. I didn't know her. My parents were unmarried at the time, so when she died...it wasn't something my father and I spoke about often." Wyll sat back in the chair as Gale sat up with a small groan, taking the bowl from his hands. "You're not well. You say you have a heart condition, but..." He gestured to him. "This doesn't look like the typical heart condition, Gale. Be honest with me...is it magical?"

Gale spared a weak laugh, taking a mouthful of stew into his mouth. It was surprisingly good. Could do with some more salt, but Gale was picky like that, he supposed.

"Nothing natural about, so I'd say so. In fact, I would say it's karma for a wizard's hubris." He was too tired to bother dodging the subject anymore. In a days time, it would be expected of him to rush into Moonrise and blow himself up, whether the Heart of the Absolute should be. If not then, in a weeks time when they found it. Sooner or later, he would die, in Mystra's name.

Wyll crossed his arms over his chest and regarded him with a tilt of his head.

"Tell me more. Of your...of this wizard's hubris."

"That's a rather long and...complicated story." Gale admitted, staring into the bowl. Thinking about it all...it wasn't helping his appetite.

"I want to hear it. I like stories." Wyll was still hurt over the rejection, he wouldn't lie, but he could not ignore the mans suffering. He looked like he was wilting. He wasn't sure if he could help, but...he wanted to try. Even if all he could offer was an ear.

Gale sighed and placed the bowl of stew aside on the dresser. His hunger was not for food, so much as it was for magic. The cravings weren't gone, even with Elminsters help. He still felt hungry, even if it wasn't affecting the orb itself anymore. He hadn't seen Tara in days, and he wondered if it was because she was finding difficulty navigating the shadow lands, or simply could not reach him there. It hurt to think he might die without seeing her one last time. His only friend since childhood. She understood him in ways no other had been able to. She knew everything about him.

"I'm what one might call a wizard prodigy. Who from an early age could not only control the Weave, but compose it. Much like a... musician, or a poet." He waved his hand, gesturing to his former glory. It felt rather sad to think about when he knew how far he had fallen from his prodigy days. "Such was my skill that it earned me the attention of the mother of magic herself. The Lady of Mysteries. The goddess, Mystra." He still spoke her name with reverence despite what she was asking of him.

Wyll listened in silence, allowing the man to talk. He found it was easier to wait until he was done before interjecting, or the wizard would lose his place and remark on things he'd already said, or bring up things he hadn't mentioned before without context.

"She revealed herself to me and she became my teacher. In time, she became my muse, and later, even my lover." Wyll's eyes widened. No wonder he spoke of Mystra so highly. To love and be loved by a Goddess - well. It was hard to see why the man would choose to love anybody else when he had his own Goddess of Magic.

"I...How long?" Wyll asked.

"How long?"

"How long have you been...bedding a Goddess?"

"Ah, well...I no longer do." Gale admitted with a tight smile. "As for how long Mystra and I were together, I...I honestly can't remember. She's been there since I was young. I cannot remember when exactly our relationship shifted into what it was."

"You can't remember when you became the lover to a Goddess?" Wyll asked in disbelief.

"I cannot remember the exact moment, no. It just...happened." Gale frowned slightly, trying to remember when exactly they'd gone from teacher and pupil to a man and goddess sharing a bed. He'd been young, he knew that much, barely a whisker on his chin back then. She had always been radiant, and he had been devoted to her completely. He had been hers, and learnt many, many things under her tutelage. Especially in discovering an array of tricks when it came to the pleasure of ones partner.

"We enjoyed each other's company - mind, body and soul. But even so, I desired more." He sighed, thinking back to his own self-inflicted damnation. "You see, no matter how powerful a wizard we mortals can be, we never scratch more than the surface of the Weave." Even now, such a thing vexed him. To be a prodigy beneath Mystra herself and yet barely sinking his hands - or, hand now - into the Weave she had laid before him. It was a temptation that could drive any man mad.

"Mystra keeps us in check. There are boundaries she doesn't let us cross. Yet every time I was with her, I stood on the precipice, gazing into the wonders that laid before." Even now, he could see it in his minds eye. Wishing to reach out, even after he had been burned. "I sought to cross her boundaries."

"To cross a Goddess...you're more brazen than I assumed." Wyll both pitied his past naivety and respected his ambition. He had taken Mizora's pact for the benefit of others, but Gale's reasons for angering a Goddess had been purely out of the temptation she laid before him. "How exactly did you try and cross those boundaries?"

"I tried to convince her. I pouted, I pleaded, I swore my ambition was only to serve her better." And at the time, he had believed it, thought it true. "But she only smiled and told me to be contented." There was resentment in his tone, that of a spurned lover, and Wyll had a feeling Gale rarely let himself speak of Mystra in such a fashion.

"As inconceivable as it seems to me now. I shared a bed with a goddess and yet I wasn't satisfied. So I sought to prove myself worthy to her instead."

"I'm guessing this is where your hubris got the best of you?"

"Indeed. We come now to the crux of my folly." Gale chuckled, but there was no humour in it. "Shall I share the story behind it, or would you rather head to its sordid finale?"

Wyll shook his head, rising from his chair and seating himself on the mattress, leaning back against the headboard as he gazed upon the wizard.

"I'm intrigued. Tell me all of it. I do not skip pages in an interesting tale."

Gale shifted were he sat and rubbed a hand over his chest, the tattoo that encircled it. He was looking at Wyll like he was unsure if he should let him close the distance between them, but in the end, he allowed it.

"Very well." He turned his gaze to his lap, as not to twist his neck uncomfortably to look at the swordsman. "Here goes: Once upon a very long time ago, a mighty lord lived in a tower. A flying tower, to be precise. I'll save his history for another time, but the gist of it is that he sought to usurp the goddess of magic so that he could become a god himself."

Wyll glanced at Gale from the corner of his eye. He wondered if Gale had ever considered it. Usurping Mystra.

"He almost managed, but not quite, and his entire empire - Netheril - came crashing down around him as he turned to stone. The magic that was unleashed that day was phenomenal, roiling like the prime chaos that outdates creation." Gale seemed marvelled by the story itself as he spoke. "Even the Weave itself could not withstand the onslaught. It fractured, then shattered, and all magic was lost to the mortal realms until the day Mystra returned."

"She restored the Weave, reuniting all its scattered shards. Or so I thought, until in the course of my studies I learned of a book. A Netherese tome in which a piece of the fractured Weave had been sealed beyond her reach. 'What if?' I thought," Wyll could see where this was going before Gale even said the words.

"'What if, after all this time, I could return this lost part of herself to the goddess?'"

Wyll shook his head softly. Hubris had indeed garnered his action - but it had also been love. Devotion. It sadden to know that this story did not likely end well for Gale, given the 'sordid finale' he spoke of.

"And what was the answer to that question?"

"The answer was to try...and the outcome was to fail." Gale spoke the words with a heavy tone of regret, closing his eyes and shaking his head at his own youths foolishness. "I was certain that this deed of raw power draped in romance would convince Mystra to take me by the hand and welcome me into her hitherto forbidden domains. I was mistaken." He sighed.

"I obtained the fabled book and took it into my study. As for what happened next..." Gale finally looked at Wyll, turning to face the man and offering out his hand. Pleading to him with his eyes to trust him. "Here. Place your hand over my heart. Let me show you...what my hubris did to it."

Wyll hesitated before he reached out and placed his hand in his. Gale smiled, a soft, small smile filled with gratefulness as he pressed Wyll's palm to the centre of the ink - the mark of the Netherese - on his skin.

Gale took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly, centring himself as he closed his eyes, willing his mind, his magic, to open up to the man. He didn't like thinking of the night where it all went wrong, the intense agony as that shattered fraction of Weave imbued itself into his body, warped his soul - made himself the walking disaster waiting to implode, and the future weapon that would save the world from the Absolute.

He was willing. His fear of death, of the unknown - it did not matter in the grand scheme of things. This mission was given to him by his goddess. His magic, what it could do, was all his life had ever been worth - at least this way, he would go out with a bang. Nobody else would be caught in the blast except himself, and the enemy. That was his best outcome, when he thought about it. The most selfless, even if he wished to be selfish like any other mortal man.

Wyll's brows pinched, drawn deeper into the memory, a sense of dread overcoming him. Gale's own dread. Even before he opened the book, his instincts knew he was doing the wrong thing. His ambition to stand by her, his desire to please her, won out.

The folly of a mortal man seeking the wonders of godhood. Of ascension. Years of being told he was so grand, so talented - gifted - by her, yet never allowed more than any other wizard, accumulated into that fateful moment.

Wyll felt like he had become Gale in that moment, the fear, the anticipation, the agony - the Weave so dark he could not fathom even comparing it to the blackest, darkest of nights, pouncing onto him. It was biting, clawing, becoming apart of his very soul - and it hungered like nothing else Wyll had ever felt. Like it could not be sated, like it would always feel starved and deprived.

"Gods-" Wyll was breathing hard despite the lack of exertion, eyes wide as he stared at the wizard. He had thought selling his soul, transforming into a devil, had hurt; feeling Avernus' tar suffocate him, feeling the flames lick at his skin. But it was nothing like this special brand of agony that weaved into every fibre of his body - and that was only the memory of it. It was fading to a dull ache for him as the connection slowly tuned out, but did it still feel like that to the wizard? Did it ever cease?

"How are you still alive?" He asked in disbelief.

"Thankfully, the moment I absorbed the fragment wasn't enough to kill me outright. It was only the beginning..." The light faded from beneath Wyll's palm, becoming but a distant memory as he took in the perspiration on Gale's brow. He looked haggard. Despite it, he brought Wyll's hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it. As if thanking him for enduring the memory with him. For listening. Wyll took his hand back with pursed lips.

"This Netherese blight...this orb, for lack of a better word, is balled up inside my chest. And it needs to be fed." He admitted, sounding irritation by the necessity. "As long as I absorb traces of the Weave from potent enough sources, it remains quiet. Were it ever to fully destabilise, however..." He looked hesitant to say it out loud, hoping he wouldn't have to. Wyll wasn't sure he wanted to either, shaking his head.

"I don't think I want to hear this...but I think I have an idea of what would happen." He'd seen enough in his mind, the whispers of his thoughts even within the memory.

"I will erupt." Gale looked at Wyll with haunted eyes. "I don't know the exact magnitude of the eruption, but given my studies of Netherese magic, I'd say even a fragment as small as the one I carry...It'd level a city the size of Waterdeep."

Wyll had been there once, a visitor passing through shortly after his father banished him. Being by the water had helped him collect himself, despite the grief he felt in losing his only home, his nobility. Waterdeep was a beautiful place to live - but he hadn't stayed long, Mizora giving him fresh orders to carry out. It was shortly after that time he dedicated himself as the Blade of Frontiers.

"Fortunately," Gale attempted a chipper tone, and if he hadn't been in his mind just a minute ago, Wyll might have believed it. "This need no longer be a concern. Not until I meet the Heart of the Absolute - whatever that is."

"The Heart of the Absolute...?"

"Yes, it's...well, it's the basis of my mission. The one Mystra gave me. Elminster gave me a temporary ailment, not that it seems to be doing much for me right now, but I'm to take myself to this Heart of the Absolute and...destroy it." There was no point in lying to Wyll now. Not when he already knew his secret.

"Destroy it...?" Wyll furrowed his brows, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "How exactly do you intend to do that once you meet this Heart?"

"Well, I'm hoping that the Heart will be in Moonrise Towers. Once I'm there, I will...voluntarily...detonate myself." He gestured vaguely with one hand like the idea wasn't more horrific than Wyll could even conjure up.

"You're going to kill yourself?"

"In a manner of speaking." He cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the topic.

"You're just accepting it? Like that? Because she told you to?"

"It's more complicated than that." Gale insisted with a huff, looking away. "It's...One day, I will die anyway. This thing in my chest - I won't be able to keep it stabilised forever. I'll die...and in the coming days after, I will explode, regardless. Why not choose my death? Why not give it meaning? Mystra gave me this task because she knew I could do it. And in doing so, I may regain her forgiveness for all wrongs I enacted upon her. She may bring me back into her graces, once it is all over. She knew I would do this, for her sake and everyone else's. It's...It's my duty, to use this curse for good. To sacrifice. I'm okay with that. It is the clearest solution to our problem. All I have to do is find the right place and time, close my eyes and...let go."

Despite his words, there was conflict brewing in those dark eyes.

"The slate will be clean. Wrongs will be righted, and the Absolute will be gone...and I along with it."

"Your duty?" Wyll scoffed out a laugh. "There nothing to die for in this. You've seen us, what we can accomplish, together. You do not need to throw away your life needlessly."

Wyll hesitated before he took Gale's hand in his once more, holding it tight and tilting his head down to meet his gaze. To allow his one good eye to stare into his very soul, tainted by Netherese magic or not.

"Listen...I might invoke the Triad from time to time, appeal to the Helm - but I am no man of faith. Not like you." He pursed his lips. "I don't know what drives a man to consider his own death, among countless others, to be an appropriate exchange for his goddess' forgiveness."

"I've told you, it's more complicated than that-" Wyll silenced him with a scowl.

"I told you to listen, and you will." Gale's jaw flexed, but he remained silent. Wyll's expression softened. "The faith that matters is that which you hold in yourself...In the ones who matter most to you." His thumb smoothed over the bruised, purple veins of the wizards hand, and Gale's previous irritation seemed to wane.

"Big bomb be damned, Gale, you have everything you already need to defeat the Absolute; talent, nerve and powerful allies at your side." He moved his hand away, and Gale's fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach back out for the touch. "I hope you'll come to see that in time."

"I'm afraid I don't have much time left to begin with." Gale smiled ruefully, the upturn of his lip full of sorrow. "Time seems so infinite when you're young. A month is an age, a year is a lifetime...it is a strange feeling, to realise how little time you have left."

"You will see the end of this journey." Wyll assured. "You will return to Waterdeep once we've defeated the Absolute. For what is Waterdeep of, if not Gale?"

Gale managed a weak laugh at the warlocks play on words. He still looked tired, but there was a weight that had been eased off his shoulders, telling someone else of Mystra's order.

"You ask me to spurn my goddess twice?" He mused. "That's quite the request."

"I do not ask you to spurn her. I ask you to put yourself first. You can't desire to die."

"It would certainly be easier if I did." Gale's voice was almost a whisper, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. His head felt heavy. He had not slept well, not with thoughts of his impending doom keeping him up all night. It was easier to read than think about how death might feel. The final chapter of his book, coming to an end. Would he be recorded somewhere, one day in the future, as a hero?

"Is that why you...you rejected me that night?" Wyll asked, voice hesitant.

"The only reason, if I'm honest." Gale shook his head with a humourless huff, raising his gaze to meet Wyll's. "I...I meant it. The idea - it's pleasant."

"And something you may...want?" Wyll tested the waters.

"In another life, absolutely. It's not often you meet a man you are sure you could take back to your mother." Wyll laughed, a bashful flush warming his cheeks.

"Perhaps, when all of this is over...There will be time for me to meet her. And for you to meet my father in return." He offered.

"A daunting prospect. I might choose blowing myself into oblivion first." Gale's tired eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Don't think so low of yourself. He'll probably like you more, considering you don't have horns." Wyll leaned in closer, his arm astride Gale's lap, fingers curling into the linen sheets. Gale did not shy away from the closeness this time, and Wyll smiled. "Once this is all over...I do hope to be welcomed back home. Perhaps with a ball, to celebrate our victory."

"I may be able to obtain your fathers favour then, if he enjoys a waltz." Gale smirked. "Mine was a popular hand at the annual Blackstaff's Ball."

"My father, no. But I? I love to dance. And I could always go for a new dance partner. I'd wager you are as elegant on the dance floor as you are on the battlefield."

"I can't say elegant, but something of the sort." Gale's eyes softened, gazing at the man with budding affection.

"Are we going to kiss now, or am I misreading this for a second time?" Wyll smiled, his voice teasing as he took the wizard's face in hand.

"You're not." Gale whispered, dark eyes watching the swordsman as he stroked his beard. Tara may have her complaints, but Wyll didn't seem to. After so long without human contact...it felt heavenly. "You didn't misread anything, now or then."

"Good." Wyll closed the distance and pressed their lips together sweetly, sinking his fingers into soft brown hair, smoothing a few grey strands back with his thumb. Warmth grew in his cheeks, trailing down his neck and shoulders with the comfort of a lovers embrace, the sudden rush of butterflies making his lips stretched wider into a grin as he tilted his head to kiss him some more.

There was nothing hasty in the locking of lips, despite knowing his last day could be tomorrow - or could be a week from now. Gale couldn't help but simply savour it, letting the world slow down until he thought he could count the finest grains of sands falling through the hourglass. He hadn't realised how much he'd needed this.

He didn't want to hurt Wyll. He didn't. But he craved this, needed it, and if it was the last thing he did, he could die with little regret. He could feel his heart pumping harder, feeling the orb reacting to it's stirrings, and he had to pull back, laughing breathlessly as he placed his hand to his chest.

"Perhaps we should end things here. I'm afraid I'm not allowed to get...too excited. Not in my current condition." If he was honest, he was exhausted anyway. He wasn't sure he'd be of much service, all things considered.

"Of course, I-" Wyll laughed softly, unable to hide the nervous giddiness in his voice. "You should rest. You cannot face the morrow if you do not bid farewell to the now."

"Wise of you." Gale chuckled, his eyes slipping shut. He felt heavy, right down to the bone. "As much as I'd love to spend this day getting to know all of you, I can concede to just a taste."

"A tempting offer. But alas," Wyll shifted onto his knees and eased Gale's heavy head onto his shoulder, a gentle hand cupping the base of his skull as he laid him back down on the pillow. "You need rest. Sleep."

"You're acting like Tara, bossing me around like that." He groaned softly, tipping his head back against the pillow, rather comfortable despite his complaints.

"I am hardly bossy. Who's Tara?" Wyll quirked a brow, unable to help himself from moving a strand of dark hair from his face.

"My friend. A Tressym." Gale smiled softly, happy to talk of her. Wyll slowly laid on his side, a hand propping his head up as he watched the wizard. "I had to be...Gods. Only a boy when I summoned her. I was so proud. I had always wanted a cat. My parents did not."

"Hard to banish a magical cat, if they've grown to favour you." Wyll chuckled warmly.

"Too true, and favour me she did." Gale's expression held nothing but love for the Tressym. "She's my best friend. I love her more than anything. She's been by my side through this whole orb business for...years."

"Tell me more. I want to know everything." Wyll urged him on, eyes warm with fondness as the wizard continued, swaying between different topics. Speaking of his home in Waterdeep, of his mother, his favourite wine, and the first time he made a meal, which went a lot better than his past attempt at potions it seemed. He spoke until he couldn't manage anymore words, almost too exhausted to move his lips.

"I think...it's time I rest."

"We are in agreement." Wyll stroked a gentle hand through his hair, the wizard turning into it even in his dozing. Despite the dark bags beneath his eyes, he looked at peace in his slumber. The swordsman smiled to himself and took the hand resting over his chest, pressing a kiss to it, chaste even as he lingered.

"Goodnight, Gale." He murmured against his skin and laid there, eyeing a tome on the bedside table. He picked it up and opened it, perfectly content to wait for the man to wake.

[onboardsorasora]

I read some prompts and I couldn't stop thinking about Dewis so here I am, again, I'm your inbox, again, bothering you, again.

1. “You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?”  -> Daniel calls his nonna so she could teach him how to make authentic Italian minestrone.

2. “My love, why don’t you just use the whole closet instead of three quarters of it?”  -> Lewis hording every closet in every property that Daniel owns.

Helloooo Mael! I love it when you 'bother' me lol

Prompt one called to meeeee, it feels very sugar baby Daniel. and this totes wasn't a reason to get to use the banner lmao

Lewis dropped his keys on the new bowl in the entryway, the clink of metal meeting porcelain doing more to loosen the tension in his body than the guided meditation playing through his airpods. He was finally home. 

Travelling back from the factory should have been a routine thing– it normally was. But with weather delays and just overall chaos, he was home a day later than he wanted to be. And way more annoyed.

He paused the audio that usually helped but hadn’t done much to dampen his annoyance at missing date night completely. Daniel had assured him many times over the last twelve hours that he understood it and it was alright, but Lewis wouldn’t let himself off of the hook that easily. He’d swung by the florist down the street before coming home– the least he could do was go out of his way a little to apologise.

Once the soothing tone stopped Lewis realized that there was a distinct lack of a particular sound. Namely, Roscoe’s claws skittering across the living room because they forgot to clip them down again. They always forget.

Instead, there were the soft tones of what he’d come to realize as Daniel speaking Italian. It was a sound he absolutely loved. Walking further into his home, Lewis clocked something else, the scent of something yummy, comforting. With a confused expression, Lewis made a beeline for the kitchen.

Three things made itself known to him at once. He found Roscoe, he was being rocked like a baby in the crook of Daniel’s arm. Another knot of tension released.

Daniel was speaking softly on facetime to someone Lewis didn’t recognize but felt looked familiar because Daniel had her face. Daniel was gazing softly at her, his apron askew because of Roscoe’s bulk. Lewis’ shoulders lowered from his ears.

Bubbling on the stove was a pot of what smelt like minestrone soup. His favourite. Lewis sagged against the doorway, staring fondly. 

Daniel spun quickly, jostling and apologizing to Roscoe when he grunted. “You’re home!” Daniel’s grin was wide, happy. He quickly said goodbye to his Nonna and ended the call before crossing the room and giving Lewis a lovely welcome kiss. Roscoe seemed to get with the program and woke up, struggling to get from one set of tattooed arms to the other.

Lewis giggled. They exchanged gifts, Lewis cuddling an excited Roscoe closely and Daniel clutching his bouquet fondly.

“You made soup?” Lewis asked leadingly. Daniel was suddenly shy.

“Nonna walked me through it, it’s her recipe.” Daniel picked at an errant petal in his bouquet so he didn’t have to see Lewis’ reaction. He hoped he liked it, they both knew Daniel didn’t cook, but he figured with his Nonna’s watchful eyes he couldn’t have possibly fucked it up. He hoped that was enough for Lewis to give it a try. “I figured since you were having a shit day, you’d like some comfort food.” He rambled.

“I love it.” Lewis cut him off, Daniel bit his lip. “It will be amazing because you made it for me.” He wanted to head off the ‘but you haven’t even tried it’ that he knew was coming. Daniel was very predictable.

“Are you sure? Because I won't feel bad if we order something else.” Daniel murmured, still attempting to give an out. Lewis chuckled and pulled him into a kiss to shut him up.

[pfhwrittes]

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

well i did say in the tags of one of my asks that i'd share this story but i'm putting it under a cut with a big fat trigger warning for domestic violence / intimate partner abuse also heads up, this is a long read.

so when i was 21 i met a man called matt. he was a friend of my sister's boyfriend at the time. super charming, funny and very handsome. he made me laugh like no one else and i would frequently think "oh he can't possibly be real" because i felt like he understood me in a way my ex-fiancée never did.

we dated for about a year. he met my parents and my friends and everyone loved him. he spent christmas with my family and even made my grandma laugh. he was literally the perfect boyfriend and i fully admit to neglecting my friendships to focus solely on him.

anyway, he broke up with me because he was moving for work and i was heartbroken but we agreed to remain friends. so we'd send each other silly memes, ask how things were going in each other's lives, occasionally get a bit drunk and tell each other we missed each other over late night phone calls. you know how it goes. then eventually we stopped talking.

two or three years later (i'm not entirely sure) he messaged me to say he was back in my area and would i like to meet up for a drink. i agreed. he completely swept me off my feet again and told me how much he missed me and how he felt like an idiot for breaking up with me, would i be willing to try again? of course i said yes! matt was back in my life! i wasn't completely over him so i went willingly back to him.

then he tells me that he's bought a house just outside belfast and that's where he was working now. he said he loved me but he wasn't sure he could manage a long-distance relationship so would i be willing to move in with him? aaaand again of course i said yes! my friends at the time were going "p, what the fuck? you can't move in with this guy! you dated for a year a couple of years ago. you don't even know him that well!" but hey i was in love and i thought i knew what i was doing like every mid-twenties person does. so i pack up my car and catch the ferry over to northern ireland (via dublin) to move in with matt. and that's when things started to change.

just remember that i was alone and in a new place with absolutely no support except for matt, so at the time things weren't too weird. he wanted us to join a gym as a couple? great. he wanted us to try a new diet together? cool. he wanted me to spend less time on my phone so we could spend quality time together when he came home from work? okay sure! he wanted me to do some housework while he was at work because i didn't have a job? no problem, that makes sense.

all of those are little things that look pretty innocent right? no big deal. but then he started going through my phone. then he started giving me the silent treatment if i said i didn't want to go to the gym because i was bloated and my cramps were making me nauseous. then he started pulling the duvet off the bed at 6.00am so i'd have no choice but to get out of bed. then he started making comments about the house was a fucking pigsty and he shouldn't have to live in filth on the days where i'd forget to hoover the carpets on the stairs. this went on for a few months.

and then one day when we were walking out of a multi-story car park i mentioned my friend lewis offhandedly and he pinned me against the wall and told me that "[he'd] never hit me over it but [he] was pissed off that [i] was spending so much time on [my] fucking phone to [my] friends." he apologised, said he didn't mean it. he just felt jealous and his temper and the fact he was so tired and stressed from work got the better of him. i believed him but i never brought up lewis again.

not long after that he hit me in the head for not paying attention to the roadsigns when he was driving when i accidentally told him to turn right instead of left at a t-junction. again, he apologised and said he didn't mean it. and i was so stunned i said it was okay, i understood. but i always flinched when he would reach up to adjust the rearview mirror or put his sunglasses on if he was in the car, even if he was a passenger.

then he started grabbing my wrists and pinning me down during sex. or slapping me on the face when i'd give him a consolation blowjob because i didn't want to fuck him.

breaking point was the day i was really sick with a cold and i had forced myself out of bed at 6.00am to keep him happy but i felt so shitty i went for a nap on the sofa immediately after he left for work. well i slept all day and didn't do any of the chores he'd asked me to do. he came home to a few dishes in the kitchen sink. and that was unacceptable. so he dragged me by my hair to the kitchen sink and smashed my face into the draining board. a couple of times actually.

he hit my head so hard i suspect i was probably concussed and my mouth was full of blood from where my front teeth had chipped off. he knocked my teeth loose enough that they actually moved and wobbled if i put pressure on them with my tongue. i had a black eye and a cut on my forehead where i caught the edge of the sink. i never went to the doctor about it and i didn't leave the house until the bruises had faded. but i was terrified of fucking up like that again.

i left him nearly three weeks later in the middle of the night after pouring him a few beers and fucking him so he'd fall asleep earlier than me. i drove like hell that night over the border to dublin's ferry port, absolutely convinced he was right behind me the whole way. that fear didn't stop until i had driven all the way to my friend's house in cwmbran and i practically collapsed on his sofa.

i'm safe now, but i still can't stand at a kitchen sink if someone else is in the kitchen with me.

[ask-healthy-light]

If not, Light added, unknowingly speaking to Boom in a voice almost as cold and grave as his, which did not sound like their own, they would no longer follow him any further, and he would either have to send the others back home, or leave, so they could clean up the mess he had made; but as soon as Light finished talking, they looked at the others in shock as they put their hooves on their mouth.

When Boom harshly closed his eyes, shook his head, and bowed to them, Light knew that he understood what they had told him, but they felt horrible, since they had hoped to do this without threatening to leave him; but the only relief they felt was not because Boom was listening to them, but instead came from seeing how shocked Nox and Inferno were over what they said, as it was not who they were.

After they briefly pet Courage on his head with a small and weak smile, and thanked him for helping them to calm down, he barked twice before he hopped off their lap, whereafter Light got up in turn; and they tripped over their own hooves and their words as they rushed over to Boom, and immediately apologised to him for exploiting his greatest fear, adding that they did not know why they said it.

As their eyes rapidly started to well up with tears, their voice broke, and Light found that it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to tell Boom what was on their mind, especially since they did not even take the time to breathe; but before they exhausted themselves, trying to hold on to a sliver of hope that Boom understood them, Nox walked over, and gently took their hoof with a smile.

But then, she placed her other paw on Light's head as well, and put them to sleep where they stood, before they could utter a single word through their incomprehensible and distraught stuttering; but instead of calming them down to help them better verbalise their thoughts, Nox closed her eyes, and focused on finding what Light wanted to say, while the others just patiently watched on in silence.

Fortunately, Nox quickly managed to find Light's thoughts a few moments later, and after she opened her eyes again, she said that Light did not want them to walk on such terribly thin ice for as long as it took them to make their way East; and they asked Boom to believe them when they said that the words they spoke were not their own, and even if they were, they would not have spoken these aloud.

Although Boom did not say anything in return, and merely turned around to walk away from the others for a moment, he was given a lot to think about, since Light's two messages were entirely opposite; on the one hoof, he understood their sentiment in their earlier words, no matter how painful it was to admit it, but on the other, the nervous and apologetic message felt more like the Light he knew.

Meanwhile, while Boom was weighing the two options, and realising swiftly thereafter that something might be troubling Light for them to say the more hateful of the two messages, Nox carefully lifted her paw from Light's head, and embraced them, and pulled them close; but instead of a gentle hug to reassure each other, this time, it was to make sure that Light would not be hurt when they woke up.

When the spell Nox cast upon Light wore off, and they opened their eyes again, they continued right where they left off, and started to apologise yet again, until they realised that they could barely move, as Nox was tightly embracing them; but after they wiped away their tears, Light quietly asked Nox and the others what happened, still speaking in a strained voice, when they saw Boom walk over.

In an instant, Light closed their eyes as they turned away from Boom, as they unfairly expected him to berate or fight them over their what they said, but despite Nox shaking her head, Boom would not stop; and Light flinched when Boom placed his hoof on their shoulder, when he pulled them close for an embrace, during which he quietly thanked them for their apology, and apologised to them in turn.

As Nox let go, Boom's embrace grew tighter, yet gentler, when he promised them:

"I know not where your cruel words came from, my friend, but I know that they were not yours…"

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